A month passed. Ample time for feelings to morph and change.

Changkyun still hadn't returned, and Jooheon came and went. Often, Hyungwon spent his time alone, sleeping his way through the day. He'd been alive hundreds of years. So why had he only felt alive for those two weeks?

He sighed, rolling off his bed and falling onto the floor. As a cat, he would always land on all fours, but that didn't exactly ring true in his human form. He groaned, positive that he'd hit the floor with every single vertebrae in his spine, before he slowly sat up, rubbing at his brow. He was human again, only there was no one to talk to. The feeling was unfamiliar.

Changkyun had never been gone this long. He'd certainly never been away on Amavasya before, let alone missed two of them. Even within the confines of the apartment, Changkyun had always treated it as a celebration. He would cook breakfast (or invite Jooheon over to cook for them), and they'd watch movies and play games.

This would be the second Amavasya without Changkyun, and the first without anybody.

Hyungwon threw on a loose shirt and black jeans, bristling at the way they scratched at his skin. He walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and staring at the dwindling food inside. Jooheon always restocked the fridge and the cat food whenever he stopped by, and he was due a visit soon. Hyungwon shut the fridge, opening the freezer instead and automatically reaching for the ice cream before stopping short.

With a small frown, he retracted his hand, his craving vanishing. He'd eat later, maybe.

He ventured into the living room and curled up in his chair. He stared at the TV but made no move to turn it on. He'd grown rather bored of it, especially with no one home lately. Not even Horatio Caine could ease his loneliness.

What was he supposed to do with a human body? He had used to enjoy it, these rare occasions on which he reverted back to himself. But he'd even grown tired of that, it seemed. What was the use of a human body in the midst of solitude? All the humans he'd once cared about were dead by several hundred years. His family had died without ever knowing why he went missing. He wondered if his mother had known that he had still been alive, if she had felt it in her heart up until the day he died. He remembered having been told a long time ago that he looked like his mother, but he couldn't remember her face. He wondered if he still took after her.

He frowned, snapping his head to the right abruptly. He hadn't thought of the past in a long time, and it wasn't something he liked to do. Instead, he picked up the phone, pressing a string of numbers carefully with his human fingers and letting it ring.

"Hello?" Changkyun's voice answered, slightly on edge.

"Kyun," Hyungwon replied with a sigh, leaning his upper body over the arm of the armchair.

"Hyungwon!" Changkyun responded, his voice full of energy. "That's right, today is Amavasya, isn't it."

"Yeah," Hyungwon replied, looking down and trying not to pout.

"I'm sorry, Wonnie," Changkyun immediately said, able to sense his loneliness through the phone. "I'd be there if I could, I promise, but this is very important and-'

"It's okay. I understand."

Changkyun hesitated. "Maybe...maybe I could teleport over for just a little bit and-"

"No, it's okay," Hyungwon said, already feeling guilty for distracting Changkyun. "You're very busy. I don't want to disturb you."

"Oh, Wonnie," Changkyun said with a sigh. "You're not a bother. I've never thought of you that way."

"I just needed to hear your voice," Hyungwon said softly. "That's all. I'm fine now."

Changkyun hesitated before sighing once more. "Hyungwon, I'm sorry about Taehyung. I only asked him to watch you because I thought he was a good person."

"He is a good person," Hyungwon said, resting his chin on his free arm. "It's just that I'm not."

"Don't say that," Changkyun denied, a trace of irritation in his voice. "I've spent hundreds of years by your side. Taehyung spent, what, two weeks? I think I'm more qualified to know what's in your heart and soul than him."

Hyungwon hummed but didn't reply.

Changkyun swallowed, wanting to raise Hyungwon's mood, but he wasn't sure how. "Any fun plans for today?"

"I think I might go back to sleep," Hyungwon said, already blinking heavily.

"Aish, don't sleep on Amavasya!" Changkyun scolded.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Hyungwon asked dully.

Changkyun tried to find an answer but gave up. "I'm sorry, Wonnie. I'll make it up to you when I get back, okay?"

Hyungwon was quiet. "You are going to come back, right?" he asked softly.

"What was that?" Changkyun asked, unable to hear.

"Nothing. Bye, Kyunnie. Stay safe," Hyungwon said before hanging up. He set the phone back down and was in the process of deciding if he wanted to sleep curled up in the armchair or if he wanted to get up and sleep in either his or Changkyun's bed when there was a knock at the door.

He hesitated before hopping up, landing nimbly on his feet before walking over to the door and hesitating.

"Who- who is it?" he asked without opening it.

"It's Taehyung," came the answer. "Look, I'm sorry. Can we talk?"