sHOOT-

the text read;

안녕 형제, 그냥 알림, 당신은 내일 여기에와 서 해야 할 거 야, 당신은 알고, 미니 가족 재회. 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

(Hey Bro, just a reminder, you're gonna have to come over here tomorrow, to you know, have a mini family reunion.👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👦‍👦)

Vincent froze a bit, rereading the text over and over, the epiphany train hit him right in the head.

"shoot..." Vincent said, the word escaping from his mouth. Davin, the looked over to Vincent, curious and worried about him, "is something wrong?"

Vincent laughed softly, a panicked quality in it.

He looked to Davin with concern in his eyes,

" I forgot that I had to meet my family tomorrow.."

Davin inhaled through his teeth, curling his fingers around his chin, "oh...Are- are you going to be ok?" the blue-eyed man hesitantly reached for Vincent's shoulder, Vincent looked to davin, giving him an unsure smile while gently placing Davin's hand away from his shoulder to change his position,

"Maybe? I don't know," sighing nervously as he leaned further into the pillows behind him, "it's just that...I, um... Haven't really kept in touch..." He said with such frustration and uneasiness in his voice.

Davin nervously bit his lip, he glanced at the dark-haired man's expression of desperation, there were gears running in Davin's head then an idea popped into his head.

" That does put you in a tight situation..but if you'd like, I can pep you up before you go?" He suggested, smiling warmly, " you know, boost up your confidence?"

Vincent cracked into a smile while he sat up properly. As he sat up he caught a glimpse of Davin's eyes, it seemed like hatred and sort of melancholy, Vincent was concerned yet he chose to ignore it.

he smiled gratefully at davin as he reached to hold Davin's hand and gave it a small squeeze as he looked at him, " thank you... I really appreciate that.." Then a sudden familiar feeling struck Vincent's body.

Ah, it must be Time.

Vincent let go of Davin's hand and stood up, flashing a small apologetic smile to Davin before explaining,

" I, um... Have to do something," he started walking away from the sofa giving a small salute to davin as he walked away, " I'll see you later, I guess?" His voice fading towards the end as he walked down the hallway to his room.

And there Davin sat, alone in the living room along with the laptop connected to the T.V.

Davin fell onto his side where there were pillows stacked. He sighed, feeling weird while certain negativity loomed over him as he stared at nothing.

' you idiot, why did you do that?!' A voice said at the back of his head, ' he most probably ran off because he felt awkward!' Another one had shouted.

He grabbed one of the pillows, desperately trying to cancel out the voices, they were bickering and arguing but still had one evident point. he was trying to cancel out everything from the world around him.

He closed his eyes shut, his hands gripped onto the pillow tightly. So many things were circling around his head, so many voices whispering and even shouting.

It was all over the place, it was so loud he couldn't even hear his thoughts. Then everything went dead silent.

The silence was deafening, it left Davin's ears ringing.

His mind was still racing but was slowly approaching a halt, he took in a deep breath and cleared his mind.

Davin felt a familiar vibration on the sofa with a familiar chime following it and let go of the pillow, his hand looking pale from holding on the pillow so tightly. He looked around the sofa and found his phone, it was a text.

??: Hey! It's Allen!

The text was from an unfamiliar number, Davin was suspicious, he managed to text with weak fingers,

Davin: How did you get my number?"

The response was delivered almost immediately,

??: Yeah, sorry for that, I got it from Vincent.

Davin blinked a couple of times, ' he texts fast..' he thought as he typed out a response, leaning back,

Davin: oh, that makes sense.

Davin: do you wanna talk for a while? I'm bored.

And they talked to each other for a good 1 hour or more, Allen shared stories of he and Vincent in college, mostly Vincent. He said once Vincent was once chosen to represent the school's culinary course for competition. And he mentioned one-time Vincent almost burnt down the school kitchen due to being sleep deprived.

He listened, well, read of the memories Allen had remembered fondly of him and Vincent. Then a voice whispered, " you're invading his privacy-his past with no consent", Davin sighed.

Davin: igtg, let's talk another time?

Allen: ok, byee 👋

Davin unplugged his laptop from the T.V and started to resign into his room. He sighed deeply as soon as he closed his door from the relief of the voices softening and eventually became muted.

He sat down at his desk and clouded his mind with work.

A little over 5 hours have passed and it was now around early evening. Davin was focused, planning out every single detail until his phone Vibrated next to him.

He picked it up, expecting for it to be Allen or someone else, he opened his phone to see that it was from Vincent instead,

Vince: I was thinking I could make dinner, you want anything?

Davin paused for a minute, trying to think of anything from the top of his head, then suddenly noodles crept into his mind.

Caramel: Are noodles ok?

Vincent's lips pulled into a smile as he typed out a response,

Vince: yea, that's good.

Vince: I'll get started then!

Vincent tied his apron around his waist the proceeded to gather the ingredients for Jajangmyeon, better known as black bean noodles.

{ caramel is Vincent's contact name for Davin, I also apologize to ant Korean speaker go the Korean that may be inaccurate, I also had to use Google translate}