𝗗𝗘𝗝𝗔-𝗩𝗨 | ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ [On Hold]

𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ─ 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗗, 𝗢𝗛

Tsuki had dragged her feet to the entrance door of the apartment she shared with Somi and pulled the doorknob down to open it, "See you in a bit." She lowly murmured without turning her head to look at her flatmate or any of the guests. Then, she closed the door so gingerly that Ateez and Somi had to check to make sure of it.

Yunho, half-hidden from the group, was pressing his lips into a thin line to refrain from laughing, God knows what there was so funny about a person suffering because her loved one seemed to not wish to have anything to do with her anymore. Somi would've loved to remove that smirk from his lips with her punch, but, judging from her condition, she would've ended up causing no damage to him but a broken wrist for her.

She sighed and covered her head with the blanket, freeing a frustrated shout that didn't turn out as loud as she aimed.

Yunho, once he managed to make that grin disappear from his heart-shaped lips, caught everyone's attention by clapping his hand, "Well then," He began, looking at the members with a spark in his eyes for what he was about to say, "Let's go home? I'm starving." And without waiting for their reply, he already began pushing San toward the door, preventing him from being influenced by the situation and so letting his naive side prevail over him and the others as well.

However, Somi had other plans for the group. She yanked the blanket away from her face, threw it on the floor, and jerked her back into a sitting position before stretching her arm and pointing at the pan on the stove filled to the brim with the japchae that a good soul, probably Wooyoung or Seonghwa, had made sure to turn off the gas to prevent it from burning, "I was preparing some food, it's not much for all of us, probably, but serve yourself. Don't worry about me, I'm not hungry." And she placed her feet on the ground and stood up.

"Uh-uh, I don't think so! Where do you think you're going?" Thundered Mingi behind her shoulders as he copied Somi's movements. The girl, after hearing his deep and clear voice, turned around on her heels, and when she noticed how effortlessly he was towering over her, her body almost shrank by instinct, fearing he would lift her with only two fingers by the collar of her t-shirt.

The woman rolled her eyes, "I don't feel like eating, don't start." she beseeched him, resuming her steps directed to the French window.

The male with blue hair was aware he had no choice but to indulge her and that she wouldn't have changed her mind that smoothly. In the meantime, his comrades wasted no time and reached the hob where Wooyoung was delighting everyone with his cooking skills by bustling around the kitchen.

Mingi's steps were halted by Seonghwa who gestured to the tallest male to move closer to him. Seonghwa was holding a dish in his hand and passed it to Wooyoung so that he could put the food on it. He murmured something to the lively male, who nodded and got generous with the portion. Finally, the oldest male handed Mingi the chopsticks and directed his chin in the same direction where Somi had walked, "Make sure she eats something."

And, with that said, Mingi hopped to the French window, impatient to have some time alone with Somi. He stuck out his head and looked for her, to find her figure in the corner with her arms folded under her breast with a pensive expression.

He sighed and stepped towards her with the dish emitting vapour for how steamy it was, "I know what you're thinking." He claimed confidently. 

The girl closed her eyes as if the words she was about to say required an immense effort, "Have I been a horrible friend? For not telling her the truth?"

The male grabbed a handful of noodles with the chopsticks and twisted them to wrap the pasta around the cutlery, "You couldn't have known that."

"I should've imagined it, though," she replied piqued whilst accepting the bite from the man without realising it.