Horangi had gone to the store to handle some essential errands, leaving König behind where he last lay asleep in the bedroom.
Meanwhile, back at their home, König had woken up after a short while to discover that said partner was not beside him…the small dip in the bedsheets cold with no trace of him in sight.
Treading through the apartment against cold laminate floors and worry increasing after each unanswered call, König’s concern deepened, and a nagging sense of helplessness began to settle in.
After some time in which Horangi shortly finished getting groceries and the main item they were running out of lately…milk—he looked down to notice his phone buzzing from a few notifications. The red text popping up…7 damn missed calls from König himself.
Fuck…what do you do?