Now that Hyungwon was involved, although he didn’t show it, he was constantly thinking of Changkyun and his well being. A week had passed since they had both found out the younger was pregnant and it was still fresh in their minds, still unknowing of what to do and how to proceed from now on. With strengthening their bond, Hyungwon made sure to talk to Changkyun with a purpose but he also had to make sure he wasn’t overstepping boundaries and wasn’t overwhelming the younger. He would ask every day how he was feeling and would prod only sometimes when Changkyun delivered a vague answer, but not every time. Sometimes ‘good’ was enough and Hyungwon could deal with that. He would reach there eventually and he was just thankful he was receiving any answers at all after what had transpired. Hyungwon was improving at identifying Changkyun's moods and he could perceive when Changkyun really needed to vent his feelings and was instead restraining himself. The younger was skilled at that, having done it for years on his own.

But Hyungwon was discovering that he was inadequate for supporting Changkyun when the younger desperately needed it. Being as heavy of a sleeper as Hyungwon was, he typically slept through Changkyun’s waves of nausea and he had usually woke up from the commotion in time to see a disheveled and pale looking Changkyun dragging himself back to bed, burying himself in the covers for a few more minutes of sleep before waking up to his alarm blaring. He always worked early on Tuesday and Thursday mornings and without fail he threw up before every shift due to morning sickness. There was once in the last week when Hyungwon had woken up to use the bathroom and went in to find Changkyun sitting on the floor looking like he had gone through hell and back; he hadn’t gone to work that day. 

And recently, Changkyun’s morning sickness was regressing and worsening with how frequent and violent the bouts were. In all the insanity of his fits, it was really starting to worry Hyungwon. He fretted for the health of not just his roommate, but the baby as well. He was losing weight which Hyungwon hadn’t thought was possible in such a short time window but it was more or less happening before his eyes. It wasn't like he could afford to lose weight anyway, he was as thin as a twig. The exhaustion was painful to observe and he feared for Changkyun, afraid that he’d wake up one day to his roommate passed out on the floor in a puddle of his own vomit, far too thin to be healthy. That was a terrifying thought and one he didn’t want to discover one morning, but he felt as though he needed a bigger team that could help properly assist Changkyun on one of his harder mornings. 

And so he was confiding in his unit mates Minhyuk and Kihyun who were in the next room over. With their ubiquity in the situation, he could get more aid and more opportunities for Changkyun to feel safe and to feel cared for. He really needed that type of attention especially now, but that was also the issue. Changkyun absolutely abhorred attention and at a time like now, he would only grow more defensive with new eyes surveilling his every move. Hyungwon had to plan this out and make it so that it was discreet and it looked like Minhyuk and Kihyun were performing on their own accord, not obeying directions. This had to appear genuine or it would never work and Changkyun would feel betrayed. All that Hyungwon had worked so hard on already was going to crumble and he was going to have a roommate that would despise him. Changkyun would never speak to him ever again, Hyungwon was sure of that. 

Changkyun was off at work now, no sign of him in the dorm for another hour, but by then he would have another wave of brutal nausea and be down for half an hour in the bathroom before his first class of the day at 10:30. Sadly though, Hyungwon would be off in class and not in the room to ease Changkyun through his morning sickness. That alone sat uneasily with Hyungwon and he wished that someone would be there for him to make sure he didn't pass out at the dirty toilet and make sure he was drinking water afterward so he doesn't get dehydrated, maybe even make sure he ate something to keep him from feeling weak. This was all beneficial for both of them in many ways and it was so crucial that it was still secretive. 

Finally deciding that enough was enough, Hyungwon wandered over to the neighboring room where Minhyuk and Kihyun stayed, knowing that Kihyun would be getting ready for work in twenty minutes and Minhyuk would be home, most likely wasting his time and procrastinating on whatever his next assignment was. He preferred to watch a few episodes of something on Netflix before doing any of his class work and this never failed to give Hyungwon anxiety. 

With heavy and bated breath, clammy hands to pair, Hyungwon reached out and knocked on the door, knuckles rapting to a nervous beat procured by his heart as it led to his fingertips. Hyungwon wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing, but he hoped he wasn’t doing a bad thing. This was all for his roommate, his friend. He needed him to be alright, it was a necessity. If he wasn’t, he couldn’t live with himself if anything were to happen to either Changkyun or the baby. 

It unsurprisingly didn't take long for the door to open and instead of being met face to face with either Kihyun or Minhyuk, he was met with no face and instead could see Kihyun on his side of the room as he buttoned his shirt up, no one there to greet him properly or cordially. It took a few seconds before Hyungwon's eyes traveled further down where Minhyuk's head was positioned halfway through the doorway. A few seconds of confusion was all it took before Hyungwon realized that Minhyuk had reached out and opened the door while still laying in bed on his stomach, laptop perched in front of him and something playing on the screen. It was set to a loud volume and Kihyun was most likely watching with him, loud enough for him to hear as well. Processing that Minhyuk hadn’t bothered himself to get out of bed and answer the door, Hyungwon couldn’t help but note just how lazy his friend was.  

“You couldn’t have gotten up to answer the door? What if it was an RA? What if it was the dean of the school? It could have been anyone and it was still me, but you should have taken the small amount of energy to get on your feet and stand up,” Hyungwon scolded light-heartedly as he entered the room and closed the door behind him with a click. He wasn’t going to risk anyone else hearing what he was going to tell this pair. They lived with four other boys and they weren’t really friends, had spoken in passing, but nothing more. 

“Well, I know that it will never be the dean and the RA’s usually enter the room on their own with their own key card and you? You never hear when we knock because you’re always asleep when we visit so you can’t really expect me to ‘take the small amount of energy to get on my feet and stand up’ when I don’t receive the same amount of respect from you,” Minhyuk shot back, taking a swig from his water bottle with a face that just screamed he was correct, “You always save your energy for the night so you can do the nasty with Hoseok instead of hanging out with your friends.”

“It’s only sometimes,” Hyungwon corrected with a roll of his eyes and a small dent in his pride. Minhyuk could be annoying sometimes, “It’s hard to even do that when he works late and doesn’t have too much energy after working so hard,” it wasn’t too often they had because their relationship was based on much more. It had taken a while before they had anyway, Hyungwon too afraid of his performance and too afraid of disappointing the older. They had been dating since last summer when Hyungwon met the older at freshman orientation and Hoseok had been one of the orientation counselors that he could ask for help and guide them around campus. Hyungwon had played dumb as an excuse to get closer to him and it had successfully worked. And here they were, a year and a few months later and still going strong, “I’m not that easy either, he has to work for it if you want to keep it interesting,” Hyungwon wiggled his brows, the goal to make Minhyuk uncomfortable even in the slightest. 

But he wasn’t winning this fight as Minhyuk continued to tear him down, “You don’t know how to keep it interesting, you were a before you started dating him and he was the one with experience before you. He’s the one that keeps it interesting, not you. You’re far too vanilla for your own good,” Minhyuk spit back with a friendly bite and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Minhyuk had conquered and Hyungwon had no more room to talk. He had lost his ity pretty late and there was nothing wrong with that, but he was always self-conscious when he did sleep with Hoseok because what if he wasn’t good enough? How did he compare to the last person Hoseok had slept with? Was Hoseok just tolerating him and was disappointed by the quality? It ate him away at night sometimes because he didn’t have those answers at hand. He had to pray that he was good enough for Hoseok to stick around despite his lack of experience. 

"Why must you bully me?" Hyungwon choked out, attempting to sound like a joke but may have been delivered as actual hurt. 

“Okay you two, peeing contest is over. Be nice,” Kihyun finalized, finished getting dressed and looking sharp. He worked as a student teacher in the elementary school down the street and helped as though he were a certified teacher already. He didn’t need to dress up so formally but that’s just who Kihyun was; wearing a nice shirt and slacks to a third grade class, “Why did you come over so ‘early’?” it was really nine in the morning, not early at all, “Did you want to ask for something?” 

“Something like that,” Hyungwon shrugged as he pushed Minhyuk’s legs to the side so he could sit down on his bed. Minhyuk grumbled but he relocated anyway, moving his laptop to his lap so he could continue to watch his movie. It was something scary, of the horror genre, and his continuing of watching the show was a bit annoying but Hyungwon couldn’t start anything right now; he had something serious to share. He had to carefully plan how he was going to tell these two that Changkyun was pregnant. He didn’t have to tell them he was pregnant though, wasn't supposed to, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to go about this at all with that reminder ringing in his ears. He could tell them he was sick, but that would also be hard to explain when he starts growing a belly and when a baby comes from all of this. Babies don’t come from just being sick, “Have you talked to Changkyun much?” he asked carefully, portraying his question more as him prying to discern if he had many friends other than him if he was a friend at all. It didn’t sound suspicious, it sounded cordial. He was just thinking of his roommate.

“Maybe once or twice. He doesn’t really talk much, comes off as an ,” Minhyuk spoke up, aware enough to turn the volume down on his movie so he could still partake in the conversation without having to yell, “Didn’t really seem interested in what I had to say either. Just seems kind of rude.”

Kihyun spoke up with a scoff, “I’m sure you just scare him. I’ve talked to him a few times in passing. He always seems so busy and shy, so it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose. He’s talked to me about his art before and he’s actually amazing. I wish I was as talented as him and when I told him so, he seemed a bit uncomfortable. He’s painfully shy and doesn’t seem to accept compliments very easily,” and indeed that sounded just like Changkyun. Hyungwon had seen many of his pieces too and it was indeed purely made from a God-given talent and he too had noticed how hard it appeared to be for Changkyun to easily accept compliments. Almost as though he was afraid of comments that were less favorable to him, criticism towards what he had spent so much time on and stressed over in order to make it perfect, “I think he’d be really cool to hang out with if he was a little more friendly. He’s really not that bad, just very… guarded.” 

Which was the truth, it all was. Hyungwon wasn’t surprised he had already picked up on that fact, considering Kihyun’s emotional quotient and how proficient he was at reading people.  Changkyun was guarded with the intent to isolate and limit exposure to those who could end up hurting him and that was broadened to everyone. Hyungwon knew this and it hurt his heart, wanting life to be a little easier for Changkyun and that’s why he was doing this. It was all for Changkyun, “I really think you two should try with him. He needs a little attention right now and some new friends,” he voiced, reaching over and playing with the bracelet Minhyuk was wearing on the wrist closest to him, “He won’t show it but he would really appreciate it.”

Minhyuk scoffed in amusement because this was really funny to him, “What are you his mom? You’re asking us to be friends with him like he can’t make his own? That’s so odd,” Minhyuk had paused his movie and had closed the lid, now looking over at Hyungwon, “And why do you suddenly care so much. You haven’t talked about him to us much before now. What changed so much that you want us to be friends with him? That would be humiliating if he found that out.” 

Hyungwon frowned deep and annoyed, “For someone who is a hospitality and tourism minor, you yourself are not very friendly nor very hospitable,” he shot back, noting how stubborn his friend was being about this all. He really didn’t need to be so rude at the moment especially when he was really trying to find the confidence to confide in his friends. He really needed this conversation as much as Changkyun did. 

“But I am a business major, so I need to be tough. You can’t get very far if you’re kind to everyone, you need to be a little assertive in the business scene,” Minhyuk explained like it was a well-known fact. 

Hyungwon huffed in progressive annoyance, “I just need you to listen and to consider what I’m about to tell you,” he switched between Minhyuk and Kihyun who were both now paying full attention. Kihyun was sitting on his bed and he was fully focused on the younger, “But I need you to keep it a secret and to keep a low profile about it. Changkyun would be pissed if he found out you two knew.”

“What would he be pissed about if we found out?” Kihyun asked, more interested than he initially was before. He had to leave in two minutes if he didn’t want to be late by the time he arrived at the school, but this seemed more important than leaving early. Hyungwon appeared stressed and whatever was going to leave his mouth seemed just that important. And besides, leaving early meant an hour and a half early. He could afford to not be so early today since there was always an overabundance of volunteers on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On days like these, Kihyun was almost never needed when they were training the newbies. He had been told many times by his supervisor that he could come in later if he wanted but he had never considered taking that offer out of his reserves until today. He was just going to send a quick text to that same supervisor and then pay his full attention to his friend. Hyungwon needed him right now for whatever reason it was. 

Hyungwon sighed wearily, exhaling all the air out of his body as he readied himself for this. His internal monologue was hurting his head, ideas bouncing off his brain and fighting for dominance. Should he really reveal that Changkyun is pregnant or that he is sick? What should he go with? What would be easier to explain? He started, “Changkyun is dealing with something… major right now and it’s a really delicate and time sensitive situation. I... I wasn’t even supposed to find out what was going on... but I did and now I’m here asking for your guys’ help about something you’re not supposed to know about,” he was starting to panic a little because 'holy what was he doing?' This wasn’t making sense anymore and Hyungwon was wondering if it was too late to book it back to his room and hide away under the covers of his bed. He could always ignore his friends until they forgot entirely about what he had been trying to say in the first place. 

“Then why are you telling us?” Minhyuk asked next, engaged and listening. His brows were furrowed, a sense of concern in his eyes. Even though he wasn’t necessarily friends nor acquaintances with Changkyun, the look weaved onto Hyungwon’s features explained enough and he really needed to not joke around and make this light. 

“Good question,” Hyungwon countered, still stalling as he tried to eloquently form this in all a sentence that was cohesive and nothing less than intelligent, “I want to tell you because he really needs the help when I’m not around to help him out myself, and he needs help even when I am here. I was just thinking that it would be better if all of us could help him out together so he has a larger support system by his side,” he paused and watched as Minhyuk and Kihyun both leaned in as though trying to hear him speak a secret under his breath. What he was doing was so incredibly wrong, “Changkyun is… he's pregnant and I don’t think the other father is in the picture. So, therefore, he is alone in this and really needs our help.” 

Damn it, why did he say that?! He felt his tongue delve into his throat and his heart stop, he had just spilled the biggest secret he knew when he was supposed to stay completely hushed about the whole matter. That was it, he had demolished Changkyun’s trust and he was going to find out eventually, and he would be angry, furious, and maybe not even talk to him ever again. 

“Oh no,” Kihyun cooed, eyes wide and frown of shock evident. He looked so concerned and worried for the youngest of them all, knowing that kids were a lot of work at any age. He worked with children but even then he didn’t start them off at birth, didn’t grow them in his uterus and didn’t change their diapers, teach them how to walk or talk. He was clueless in that field. He did adore kids, but he knew how much exhausting work they were, and it was worse the younger they were, “And he just started school, too. And no father… no money… full schedule… so young,” he trailed off, not sure where to continue from there on as he listed all the things that Changkyun was going to have to deal with. His neighbor was going to be a father and he was just barely an adult. 

“Damn…” Minhyuk murmured under his breath, shifting so he was leaning his back and head against the wall. His hands were fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants that were untied, lying limp in his lap. He was a bit uncomfortable and at a loss for words, too, trying to find anything that was going to distract him from the way his stomach was rolling with the thought, “I mean that for Changkyun and everything but what are we supposed to do about it?” he asked next, eyebrows knitted in an arch as he searched for clarification, facing Hyungwon again. His question sounded harsh but it was far too justified to ask, “Why tell us at all?” 

Hyungwon would need to go further in depth, but now that it was out, he might as well spill the other small details. But first, he had to reprimand the older, “Food for thought, be kind when you’re around him or he will cry. He’s been a little emotional and I think it’s just going to get worse so if you ever make him cry I will rip your hair out,” he tugged lightly on Minhyuk’s blonde hair as an example and the older lightly winced. Once his message was received and Minhyuk had learned his lesson with a few whines leaving his lips, Hyungwon let go and was satisfied to witness the older’s wince and his hand reach up to cradle the area where the hair was tugged on. It was quiet for a second, not sure where or how to continue. 

“Is he getting sick in the mornings?” Kihyun asked, voice full of concern and care despite where his eyes were concentrated. He was on his phone, scanning the screen, eyes darting, but Hyungwon didn’t know what he was looking at. What was more important than what they were talking about right now? 

Hyungwon sighed and nodded, “Changkyun’s been having hella morning sickness and it’s scarily intense. He throws up so often and most of the time I sleep through it and wake up to see him coming back to bed looking like death and because of that, I want you two to watch him with me. Doesn’t mean that it’s your responsibility, but if you are already awake and out in the kitchen or sitting room and he runs out of the room into the bathroom, just make sure he’s alright. Make sure he’s drinking water afterward, make sure he doesn’t pass out in the bathroom, make sure he at least eats something before going back to bed. He’s got his own food and everything, just encourage him to take care of himself," he switched sight between Kihyun and Minhyuk, “Think you can do that? Be his friend too? He’s pretty shy but he’s trying to be better at communicating,” he really was, he was trying his best and that was all he could ask for. He was extremely proud of Changkyun's efforts so far. 

“Of course, we can,” Kihyun assured with a chirp and a cheerful smile despite the situation, finally looking up from his phone with intent. He started wiggling his on his bed and looked more enthused than he was earlier, “I’ve found some morning sickness remedies that I can give him when I find him sick,” he took a second to think over what he could do in his head without making it appear like he knew what was happening fully when with Changkyun, “I won’t specify that it’s for ‘morning sickness’ and I’ll try to be discreet, saying that I had made some for myself and had some extra. Stuff like that and maybe make sure he eats crackers so he’s doesn’t have an empty stomach. I promise I’ll watch out for him in any way I can. This isn't something he should be experiencing alone.” 

“I’d really appreciate it and he would too even if he doesn’t know why you’re doing it for him,” Hyungwon assured with a smile, “Don’t be on his tail all the time either because that’s suspicious and he tends to get defensive if he's paranoid,” he turned to glance at Minhyuk to try and decipher what his other friend was feeling but what he found was unreadable. He could not gauge what the older was feeling and that was a bit discouraging. 

Minhyuk had been reserved for most of this and Hyungwon was growing curious, afraid of his response to his plan. What was he thinking?“Minhyuk? Is there something you’d like to contribute?” Hyungwon pried, afraid of what he might hear from the older, “Thoughts, comments, concerns?” 

Minhyuk stayed quiet for a few seconds, wheels turning in his head and seeming internally conflicted. He spoke with ease but the tone was still unsettling for Hyungwon, “Why are we helping him out if he hasn’t told us himself? Why go through all the trouble now and through your mouth? And after how cold he's been to not just us but you? Why?” he asked, which was a very good question indeed, “I’m just trying to understand here, don’t go and call me a jerk for something I’m trying to get a little more info on. Just persuade me with more fact.”

That was fair, but Hyungwon felt defensive like he should protect his friend while he wasn’t even present, “Look, I don’t know a lot about him, that's true, but I know he needs the help. Imagine if it was you going through this alone and just starting out on your own. No one deserves that, absolutely no one. And not only is the other father not in the picture, but he doesn’t have very many friends. I’m almost certain he has his family and friends back where he’s from and then me, not many people here for him and that’s not fair,” he felt his chest tighten and his throat dry up, was he getting emotional about this? “The least we could do is be by his side while he grows a freaking human and make it as easy as possible for him.” 

Considering his stance, Minhyuk nodded with pursed lips and hummed, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that wasn't hostile, “You’re right. But until we’re really friends I probably won’t step up much, that would be too suspicious and maybe even odd. He's a smart kid, he'd probably chew me out.” 

Hyungwon agreed, picturing Changkyun's reaction to someone he barely spoke to suddenly caring for him and asking him if he needs tea to feel better, “He’ll tell you eventually, when he gets to know you better, but until then, act like you know nothing. Deal?” Hyungwon pointed, holding his hand out as though sealing a business deal, "You're the business major, does that sound good enough to you?" 

Minhyuk stared for a second before smirking and reaching out to accept the handshake, formally shaking it as though he had finished his first real deal, "Sounds good."

"Guys, I need to go get groceries. Today! Maybe I have time before I absolutely have to go to work," Kihyun interjected as he looked down at his watch to check the time, jumping up to grab his wallet and a reusable bag. The campus had a strict 'no plastic' policy to try and save the earth a little and Kihyun was all for it, "I have time and I'll be away for a little bit because I know exactly what I need to get," he started towards the door but before he could leave, Minhyuk asked where he was going, "I have to get lemons and ginger for tea I can make for Changkyunnie, and plenty of gum and mints for when he starts to feel nauseous."

"How are you going to hide that one?!" Hyungwon asked loudly, afraid that gum and mints were a little too suspicious. It was specific and Changkyun could maybe work that one out. 

But Kihyun waved the younger off, "I got this! I'm no dummy! Just don't worry about it, I'm off. Don't forget to go to class at 11, Minhyukkie," Kihyun pointed with a warning. He was using his teacher's voice and it was so obvious why he had chosen his profession of elementary education, "Goodbye! Remember! Be discreet!" he spoke as though it had been his idea and with that last warning, he was gone. 

Did I make a mistake? Hyungwon asked himself as he sat in the room with Minhyuk. He turned his head to see that Minhyuk was returning back to his movie, volume at its original height again, "Wanna watch with me?" Minhyuk asked, acting as though nothing had happened. 

"Sure," Hyungwon nodded, making himself more comfortable so he could see the screen. They fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the movie, not sure what to talk about, but very sure what to think about. There was a lot to think about and for once Hyungwon really wanted to procrastinate and he was following in Minhyuk's footsteps. He needed to relax and worry when he needed to properly worry. He was fine for now. 

It was two days later when Kihyun had worked his magic. He had left his room to start his own tea for the day since he didn't count on coffee to distribute caffeine to his body and to his luck, he witnessed Changkyun bolt from his room and into the bathroom to throw up. Retches echoing in the tile bathroom and into the apartment style unit sitting room and kitchen. Seeing this as his opportunity, Kihyun cut up lemons and ginger and threw them in the boiling kettle of water with the speed of light before waiting until Changkyun's retching had stopped. Kihyun wasn't a fan of vomit, no one was, but he could tolerate it more than some. It wasn't until Changkyun flushed the toilet that he started to walk over to check on the younger, hoping he didn't seem too eager to help him out. Like he knew what was going on. 

Their bathroom was set up so that there were two toilets and two showers, an open door that led to two stalls and two separate showers. So Kihyun could walk in and still gain access to the other components of the bathroom. Kihyun rounded the corner and peered in to see Changkyun kneeling on the ground as he kept his hands on his thighs, too afraid to grab the toilet seat that hadn't been cleaned in six days. Their clean checks were tomorrow. He was just sitting there as though he was waiting for the next bout to show up and that was discouraging, "Are you okay, Changkyun?" Kihyun cautiously asked, wanting to reach down to place a gentle hand on the younger's back and rub away the discomfort, but he didn't want to overwhelm him in any way. They weren't exactly friends... yet. 

Changkyun visibly stiffened when the new voice filtered by and quickly turned his head to see who it was. With how fast he had turned, Kihyun was afraid he had given himself whiplash, "I'm-I'm okay. Must have been something I ate," he reasoned, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe his mouth. Both knew that wasn't true, but Kihyun was humoring Changkyun. Kihyun was then surprised to hear Changkyun speak with panic in his voice, "Sorry I ruined your morning. It probably wasn't very pleasing to hear someone throwing up while having some morning tea. I'm sorry," he apologized again as though it hadn't been registered the first time. He about said it a third time but he saw the smile that Kihyun wore. 

Kihyun’s smile was friendly and sympathetic as he looked down at Changkyun in a way that wasn't condescending and was instead due to height, "It's okay, I wasn't bothered at all. I was more worried about you," he assured, holding his hand out for Changkyun to take. He wasn't expecting much but it was rewarding to have Changkyun grab his hand after a few seconds and allow him to lift him from the ground. Changkyun was surprised by how small Kihyun’s hands were "Are you feeling any better?" 

"Kind of," Changkyun informed after a few seconds as though he were deciding if he was any better or not. Morning sickness was unpredictable and Kihyunw as going to leave it at that, “Still not the best,” he moved his hand to rest on his stomach but stopped at the last second to go back to his thigh, as though afraid to touch his own stomach, "I hope I got it all out at least.” 

"I hope so, too," Kihyun wished, seeing this as his opportunity, "You know, I made way too much tea and you can have some if you'd like. It would probably help your stomach out,” Kihyun offered in the smoothest way possible, “It’s warm and will keep your stomach from being empty without having something too heavy in it. It's probably good for nausea, too. My mother always made some for me when I was sick.” 

Changkyun looked up with raised eyebrows. They weren't skeptical, they were stunned, “I don’t want to take your tea away from you. What if you want more but you can't because I drank the rest?”

“Nonsense, I made too much without thinking. I usually make some for Minhyuk too but he’s back to coffee now, says tea doesn’t taste as good as coffee does. It's all the sugar that he puts in his coffee that he likes more. My tea will just go to waste if you don’t help me drink it,” all lies, but they were little white lies. He had to sell this if he wanted it to launch without a hitch, “Come on, I’ll pour you a cup,” Kihyun reached out to pat Changkyun’s shoulder and maybe guide him to the kitchen, but he noticed how the younger flinched away from his hand and that was when Kihyun gave up, instead letting Changkyun follow on his own accord. It was too early for physical contact, and he had just thrown up. Being touched probably seemed appalling at the moment. 

Considering the offer, Changkyun wanted to deny it