He wrinkled his nose as he drank him in. Everything about him screamed MESS, from his hair to his unwashed face and wrinkled clothes. Kangdae didn't know what to say. This was the first time he'd seen Wooyun look like this.
He was a man who took pride in his appearance, was diligent in his skincare, and mindful of his clothes. "…What is going on, friend? Are you sick?"
That was the only explanation. Wooyun looked down at his clothes and the state he was in. He hadn't realized how bad things had gotten until Kangdae pointed it out.
"Nothing," he finally said. "I've been a little under the weather." He then walked towards his couch and plopped down onto it.
"A little, you say?" Kangdae repeated as he followed him into the living room. His eyes couldn't help scanning the area. There was nothing amiss; in fact, it looked clean and pristine like usual.
