“Youngjae?” Himchan's worried voice met his ears. “I've been calling all day – are you okay?”
“I'm okay.” He lied, staring up at the ceiling. Himchan didn't need anymore stress, he was fine and could deal with this himself. “I got fired today, I just needed some space. I'm sorry I haven't come by, I will. . . how did surgery go?”
“It went fine, I. . .” The older man trailed off and Youngjae knew he was trying to think of the right things to say. “I love you.” Himchan finally spoke.