Both males are now staring at their food, the only words spoken are those confirming whether the meat is good enough to be eaten followed by silence. All the while, Sangcheol keeps on wishing something might happen so the dinner may be cut short. He is already regretting this decision, this dinner. Sighing softly, trying to muster the courage to finally speak what he intended to in the first place, he finally utters, "Listen. About that night,"
"Which one?"
"At the bar. I-"
"You're sorry?" Sangcheol gulps, caught off-guard by the sudden interception. "Yeah, I-"
"Okay." Haneul takes one of the meat, deeming it cooked enough and starts placing them on each of their plates. And without any sound, he starts to eat. A few seconds passes before the omega finally realizes the other is not touching his. "What?"
"I was a jerk and-" Sangcheol tries again and this time too, Haneul stops him, "Ryuu, I get it. You're sorry. I shouldn't have gone to the bar so-"
