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Doyoon left without a goodbye that morning. No sign of him even getting out of bed, making coffee or his breakfast before work. He slept on the couch too last night. Giving each other space for the time to begin.
Probably for the best. He's not considerably the most approachable person after all in the morning. And especially after their fight. He didn't know what sort of mood he would be in.
His head is still pounding with thoughts and would do so for another hour, alone silently waiting for a message from him like a lost puppy. He and Doyoon never really fought after all. And it frankly did make him sick with worry.
So now he's anxiety cleaning, and washing the dishes after spending the first few hours of his morning replying to work emails from brands and his agent. Amongst them, a concerned message from Yugyeom was still unread in his notifications.
He turns his attention back on the dishes looking at the time on the microwave in the reflection of the glossed cabinets. A distraction is all he needs while the feeling still sits in the pit of his stomach.
Too worried to even eat with everything looming over his head, at this rate he would be driven crazy by it.
Only one thing for him to do and that was film. He at least could pretend for a couple of hours. No emotions just playing and being able to think of nothing but what's in front of him. Easier said than done but in this situation it's an escape.
