You’re sitting on your bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering while his livestream plays quietly in the background. Wooyoung is on screen, hoodie pulled over his head, eyes a little dull as he scrolls through comments. The title says bored. That word hits harder than it should.

Bored. But too busy for you. Too tired to come see you. Too tired to answer properly half the time. You don’t even think anymore. You just text him.

You: Come and see me for once. You don’t never come to me. This thing is getting one sided I can’t even lie to you rn.

On the screen, Wooyoung freezes for half a second. His eyes flick to the side, to his phone off camera. He blinks. Once. Twice. The smile he had disappears, replaced by something tight and guilty. He clears his throat. “Uh… I’m gonna end this live early,” he says, voice softer than before. “I’ll be back later.”

The live ended. Your phone buzzes almost instantly.

Wooyoung <3 I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt like this Give me an hour I’m omw