Wooyoung stared at his reflection in the mirror that spanned the doors of their bathroom cabinet. One of the doors was open, splitting his image in two, and it seemed to be reflecting exactly how he felt at that moment: broken, divided.

His body was back where he told himself he belonged, back in the dorm surrounded by the people who loved him, but his heart was somewhere else, with another, beyond his reach, and it left him feeling empty. Not even when Nichkhun had gathered him in his arms, sobbing in pure relief, had he been shaken back into reality; it wasn't Nichkhun's touch he was longing for.

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" Nichkhun asked and Wooyoung jumped, snapping from his trance to find Nichkhun had been observing him from the doorway. "You've got that look on your face. I'd hoped I'd never have to see it again," he finished quietly, and though Wooyoung knew he'd meant it in a concerned way, he couldn't help hearing a bitter undertone.

"He's not that easy to forget." He tried to keep the bite from his voice, but judging by Nichkhun's wounded stare, he hadn't been very successful.

"He didn't call once while you were gone. If he cared about you so much, you think he would have at least swallowed his pride and shown how much he was worried about you." Nichkhun stepped forward and slid his arms around Wooyoung's waist, resting his head against his shoulder. "I know it's hard," he whispered, before kissing Wooyoung's neck, so near and yet so far from the spot that Jay was so familiar with.

Wooyoung shut his eyes guiltily and bit his tongue to keep from spilling the secret that was burning him from the inside out.

If Nichkhun only knew the truth...