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Wonho had taken a few days off of work and for those few days he does nothing. He doesn’t work out, doesn’t take Rovix out for a walk, nothing. It wasn’t until he had no food in his house that he reluctantly leaves. He doesn’t know when it starts, or why for that matter, tears form in his eyes until they begin to spill from them like an overflowing bathtub. Running to try and find a place to hide he slides down against the nearest wall and finally allows himself to cry. Everything that has happened to him lately, all the times he’s held it back, finally the tears won over his self-control.
It’s when he thinks he hears the sounds of footsteps that he looks up. He could have sworn nobody was around this area, that he was alone, but through his tear-blurred vision, he is sure he can see the silhouette of a person. “I'im…..Uh… I’m sorry.” He mumbles.
Hida was leisurely walking around the whole foods store, craving something, yet he had no clue what he really wanted. Something sweet? Maybe something salty, or maybe he should just leave and save his money. Maybe- his brows furrow at the sound of scurrying feet. Someone is in a rush. Hida wasn’t one to mettle, but the sound broke sobs caught his attention. He suddenly thought of the awkward situation that occurred a few days ago with a co-worker, whom caught him crying during a shoot. What was his name again?
He shrugged at the thought and decided to investigate, following the sounds to a secluded area. At least the person knew where to cry. The sobbing figure suddenly lifted their head; Hida’s eyes widen at the discovery. Speak of the devil, didn’t expect to see him here...like this. He waved off the latter’s statement, “Don’t apologize, I probably should have left you to your own demise, but you look like you could use a friend.” He held his hand out toward the other. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
