➥　apt ♯18.

@✽ ┆ han haebin。 She can't help the roll of her eyes, the smirk pulling at her lips a different story. "Don't be so dramatic," she laughs, closing the door behind him as she waddles along after him. She looks over his shoulder with scrutiny, eyes squinting in faux disdain, at the food he brought over. The headache she had was a dull ache at this point, but she realized she hadn't eaten at all today... as was evident by the violent rumbling of her stomach. Before she is able to reach out and grab a piece of chicken she finds herself face to face with the fellow model, hands clutching the blanket securely as her eyes widen. "Sir, I assure you, I am fine," she lies, reaching out to take the porridge instead as a pang of nausea hits. "It was just a little accident... and a cold. It's fiiiine--"

@✽ ┆ go yumi。 When the door opens to a dreadful looking Yumi, Haebin's expression falls with concern for her. "What the hell? You said it wasn't that serious. Why do you look like death?" He steps passed her and into her apartment with the bag of food before he navigates himself effortlessly to the kitchen as he had done a thousand times before. After setting the food on the table, he opens the bag and places each to-go box in its own spot. "Everything's fresh. Just picked it up on my way over here. Fried chicken as requested, aaand I also got porridge because.. well.." He turns his head to give her another worried look. "..you're unwell."

@✽ ┆ han haebin。 She groans softly as she rolls out of bed, draped in her duvet as she trudged to the front door. The mention of food perks her up a bit before she’s opening the door with a blank facial expression. “Is it fresh?” She asks, eyeing the male with faux criticism.

@✽ ┆ go yumi。 He rung the doorbell to Yumi's apartment after taking the elevator up to the 9th floor. On his way over to pay her a visit, he'd picked up some fried chicken and porridge for her, promising to arrive with food at least. "It's Haebin! I brought food!"