Wonho sits silently at the counter, taking a bit from the cold toast Minwoo made. He is so famished since he didn't eat anything since yesterday morning. Anything is good now, even the hard toast. Still hungry, he grabs the ones on the other's plate without thinking twice.
'You alright now? No more crazy attacks?' Wonho flinches at the sudden voice and turns towards the owner. Noticing the curious expression, he looks down in guilt and embarrassment before turning back to his plate.
He really made a mess in the house - the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, every single drawers and cupboard opened, every cushions and books on the floor – the result of his frantic search for his pills and phone. This morning, he freaked out when he realized he is not in his room and feeling the cold and wet sensation around his bottom half made him recall that night when he was broken so badly blood kept oozing out from his hole.
