feels like floating (when i'm with you) - hohong

mist

Hongjoong has decided that November 7th is the worst day of the year for no reason other than that it is his birthday. He has never enjoyed his birthday; it's always an overdone celebration that makes him feel worse about getting older, and turning twenty-seven is no different. There is a lot of self-loathing tied to his birthdays every year, but that still never stops Wooyoung or San from trying to do the absolute most for him regardless. Hongjoong woke up to a bouquet of flowers and two small wrapped presents on his counter and Wooyoung on his couch. The gifts were from Seonghwa and Yeosang apparently, small things they sent since they couldn't be there to celebrate with Hongjoong in person, and Hongjoong is grateful for them even thinking of him today. Wooyoung, on the other hand, is on thin ice.

This year, Wooyoung decided that it would be smart to do something bigger and better than all Hongjoong's previous birthdays, which means throwing him a party. And before Hongjoong could even say no, Wooyoung hit him with the 'I already bought all the stuff, San is at home decorating the house, your ass is coming over for drinks whether you like it or not', so Hongjoong found himself roped into the mess without getting to a say in the matter. Maybe secretly Hongjoong appreciates it though, because he has been doing a lot of wallowing in his miserable feelings and self-loathing since that night at Yunho's house.

It has been eleven days, not that Hongjoong is keeping track or anything stupid like that, but he has made note of how Yunho won't look at him when he picks Akemi up from school. They haven't met for dinner even once in the past two weeks, they haven't spoken even a word to each other, and Akemi is the only thread hanging between them at the moment. Hongjoong is counting down the days to the end of the school year so the miserable awkwardness can be dispelled and he can move on with his life without having to see Yunho in it. He isn't necessarily upset at Yunho anymore; it is moreso a matter of Hongjoong hating himself for doing the same shit he always does and ruining something perfectly good and wonderful. San didn't help either with the long-winded lecture he threw Hongjoong's way after six days of moping around by himself.

"Just admit that you fucked up. That will help you move on faster and get over these feelings. No one is asking you to be miserable, Joong. No one thinks you deserve to feel that way either, because you don't. You are the only one making yourself feel that way, and it isn't fair to yourself. I hate watching you go through this as much as Wooyoung does, but I won't sit around and watch you hurt yourself without saying anything."

He went on for a lot longer than that, but Hongjoong has selective memory and that is the only part that really stood out in his mind. Wooyoung made him swear that he wouldn't think about that today, and Hongjoong is really trying his best not to. Part of him hoped to wake up to a happy birthday text from Yunho even though he knows that's the last thing he deserves.

"No one else is coming, right?" Hongjoong mumbles from the passenger seat, glancing over to where Wooyoung sits in the driver's one with one hand on the wheel and the other fiddling with the radio dial.

"That's a surprise, shush."

"Wooyoung–"

"You know we wouldn't bring anyone you hate, right? Just trust us!"

But what about anyone who hates me? Hongjoong wants to ask, mind only envisioning one tall brunette with round cheeks and a stupidly adorable dorky smile. His gut churns with unspoken anxiety as Wooyoung pulls into the driveway at his and San's shared house. It's a somewhat recent development for the two of them — moving in together, that is — but Hongjoong thinks the pair will be stuck at the hip forever, so it wasn't a surprise to him when they dragged him out for house shopping with them. The exterior of the house is blessedly plain when they reach the door, and Hongjoong is glad that Wooyoung didn't decide to plaster his name in gold across the front of the building on a banner or something drastic like that.