"You need to get out of here hyung..." Chansung stepped into his friend's stuffy house. "It's... A mess. What have you eaten? Or..." He kicked an empty food box. "Haven't you eaten..." 

Wooyoung sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. He didn't bother to greet Chansung at the door. 

"Hyung?... Hyung." Chansung dropped his hands on Wooyoung's shoulders, startling the smaller boy. 

"Oh Chansung! When did you get here?" 

The younger boy sighed. "About 15 minutes ago. I'm taking you out hyung. Go change." 

"Mm... I think I'll just stay in tonight... And maybe the next night... And maybe..." 

"The next night and the next night and the next night. No hyung, you need to get out." 

Chansung picked up the smaller boy, carrying him up the stairs. 

"I'm going to throw you in the shower...'Cause you smell... And then we're going to lunch... Because you haven't eaten properly... I think I can feel your bones." 

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Wooyoung wasn't sure if it was because Chansung forced him out of the house, or not, but his mood seemed to have lifted. 

"Well it's about time... It's been three weeks." Taecyeon folded his paper, setting it down on his desk. "You were such a good worker, what happened?" 

"S-sorry sir... I had... Family troubles." 

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. But Wooyoung, if you had told me I would've given you a couple weeks off. You're a good worker. I know