He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Himchan asking how he was doing. He sent back a quick text, telling his friend that he was doing okay but Youngjae couldn't get himself to say anything else. He knew he was hurting Himchan by giving him short handed replies or sometimes not even replying but it still made sense in his mind, that if he cut everyone out, they would be safe from Daehyun and his men.
Youngjae breathed in shakily, trying to gather up enough courage to go out and make a quick run to the grocery store. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten properly – not since he was living with Himchan. He didn't want much, he knew he couldn't stomach much but he knew he needed something. The man grabbed his coat, pulling it onto his frail body before pulling the hood over his head and taking in a deep breath; it was terrifying leaving his apartment even though he knew it was more dangerous inside.
A sharp gasp left his mouth when he opened the door and met eyes with someone. Youngjae put a hand over his heart, leaning against the door frame for support. “You scared me.” He breathed and Himchan instantly reached out to support him.