Jihoon stood in front of the fridge, one hand thoughtfully holding up his chin, while the other rested against the open door, allowing the light chill from within to kiss his skin.
His eyes swept across the neatly arranged shelves, brows drawing together in mild frustration.
Reason?
The fridge was full again.
Overflowing, actually.
Rows of vegetables, bundled herbs, and plump fruits filled the compartments with careful order, like a well-stocked kitchen of someone far more organized than he ever claimed to be.
What could be the problem, you might ask?
Simple. He wasn't the one stocking up on the supplies.
On the contrary, Ryul had been relentlessly filling it up, whilst ignoring his own fridge containing only water bottles and alcohol. Maybe a half-empty tub of gochujang that had been sitting there for weeks if one searched hard enough.
All in all, it really wasn't hard to tell which fridge the man had been prioritising.
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