It's in the dust.

The way it clings to every surface in the not-so-modest-and-quite-unnecesarily-extra-modern apartment. Dust is everywhere. It screams at him from the top of the TV, from the books on the shelf and the floor under the sofa. It screams absence, his absence. 

Kyuhyun is used to absence, every kind of absence, but not this kind, not his.

It's been months since the last time he saw Siwon, since the last time they had a real talk and not just some random unconnected text messages sent at the most ungodly hours every five or ten days. 

"Well, that's it!"