Dinner had concluded in a heavy, familiar silence. Master Hwang had retreated to his room, leaving Rinwoo and Beom Seok to clear the table. As Rinwoo began to gather the dishes, his eyes kept drifting to one spot: the place where he had set a full tray of food for Taekyun. It remained completely untouched. A small, unwelcome knot of concern tightened in his stomach. He hasn't come out of his room all evening. Did something happen? Is he sick? Did he finally leave?
Beom Seok, moving stiffly from his own aches and pains, noticed the distant, worried look on Rinwoo's face. "Hyung? Is everything alright?" he asked softly.
Rinwoo's gaze flickered from the untouched tray back to Beom Seok. "Hmm? Oh, it's nothing."
