You Wrote Me a Letter (but I never learned how to read) || Wooyu ||

Train (and take me home)

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"Wooseok"

"Hm." he idly answered to the Japanese boy with his eyes glued on the Call of Duty game on his phone.

"Our train is in three hours."

"Hm."

"And you've not packed a single thing."

"Hm."

Yuto sighed and bent down to pull Wooseok's suitcase from under the bed and began filling it with his belongings himself.

Yes, he is going to Gwangju with Wooseok. The younger has been following him around, insisting to no end until the Japanese boy finally caved in and accepted Wooseok's invitation. Frankly, he still felt rather obtrusive, even though Wooseok reassured him endless times that he is not. He will return to Seoul as quickly as possible though, so he won't bite off more than he could chew, right? Apart from that, it wasn't only his chariness of disrupting Wooseok and his family's time together, but the closer Christmas day was approaching, the more he realized he didn't want to be alone.

And having Wooseok around at a time like this sounds ideal. Because Wooseok is great.

"Um, why are you packing Wooseok's luggage?" Kino popped his head in from the doorway, and frowned at the tall boy who was deeply unaware of his surroundings, spamming his touchscreen, and the Japanese boy folding clothes into Wooseok's luggage.

"He's playing a game."

Kino snatched the t-shirt Yuto was folding and chucked it at Wooseok's face.

"You lazy fuck, pack your own luggage."

"Ahh, stop it, I'm concentrating." He shouted, offended, shaking off the t-shirt that blocked his vision.

"Yuto, why didn't you tell me you wanted to stay here this Christmas? I would've asked you to come to my place." Kino inquired as he fully entered the room and took a seat next to Wooseok on the bed. Most of the members had already gone home, so it was just the three maknaes and Shinwon, lurking around the apartment, trying to find their belongings that they've lost in the couch cushions or that the other members borrowed and never gave back, to take with them at home.

"Hey, now, what's wrong with him coming to my place?" Wooseok perked up, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

"Everything??" Replied kino with a grimace. "Based on my experience living with you in the same apartment, I don't even want to imagine the conditions you're gonna make poor Yuto stay in."

"He's used to it." He replied with an idle wave of the hand.

"I'm used to it." The older confirmed.

Yuto's phone started ringing and alerted the other two boys as well, as they shifted attention on the Japanese boy. Yuto checked his phone frowning. It was one of their managers' number. He exchanged concerned looks with Wooseok while Kino was switching looks between the two. He took the call in the privacy of the hallway and left Kino and Wooseok alone.

"What's that all about?" Asked Kino, preoccupied with the slight perturbance in the atmosphere he just noticed. "Who's calling him?"

"Managers."

"Doesn't he get called in too often these days?" Kino noticed but hasn't said anything about it. Not that he and Yuto had any time to talk in private lately, as Wooseok was attached to the Japanese boy like a tail.

"Mhm.." The younger hummed, internally irritated.

"Looks like you have to pack your own bag." Yuto announced moments later, as he returned from the hallway.