↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

night

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"You know what would've been funny?" Wooyoung quipped the moment they unlocked their hotel room and swung the door open with enough enthusiasm to send the damn thing slamming back against the opposite wall, the following crash eliciting a drunken shout that pounded through the opposite room threateningly.

They both ignored it, too strewn out and exhausted to find any care in reckless neighbors, and frankly, Hongjoong was too numb to really be surprised by such a violent reaction.

They filed into the room and switched on every light possible, getting a good idea of the layout before drifting to their queen beds, Hongjoong threw his backpack across the room before carefully sitting down on the edge of his bed, conscious of his wet clothes.

He looked over at Wooyoung, finding the man already sprawled out across the sheets with a blissful smile gracing his lips, wet hair and sopping boxers leaving a faint stain when he sat up to meet the other's gaze.

Hongjoong smiled, thoroughly amused.

"I don't know. Knowing you, probably something not that funny." He admitted with a helpless shrug, and Hongjoong had no time to react or throw his hands up in defense before a pillow was crashing into his head and sending his body struggling to remain balanced against the bouncy mattress.

The dark haired boy laughed spastically, clawing the pillow from his face to glare over his shoulder.

"Rude!" Wooyoung gawked.

"It would've been funny if I had gotten us a honeymoon suite." He revealed, completely satisfied when Hongjoong looked away with a rising flush that seemed to press hot and relentless against his skin, lips drawing back as he gnawed the flesh shyly at the implications.

"I was this close I swear to god-"

Hongjoong groaned miserably and threw himself back against the cotton sheets, hands coming up to poke at his eyes and cover the happy color in his grinning cheeks.

He turned his head to face Wooyoung, gaze fond and hair adorably soft as it fanned out around him.

"Silk sheets and scattered rose petals? All of it?" He encouraged slyly, and the other smiled widely in both disbelief and glee, unexpecting such reciprocation but welcoming it all the same, heart wonderfully warm.

"All of it. Extra for condoms and strawberry scented lube." Wooyoung hummed as though it was an afterthought when in reality he had been thinking about it ever since he saw Hongjoong in nothing but tight boxers and a gripping shirt, the fabric only further tempting the lurking thought of how Hongjoong might look hovering above him, all steady weight and encompassing muscle that could hold and destroy him with the smallest of pushes.

"You're insane," Hongjoong told him, tearing Wooyoung from his thoughts of sweaty skin and swollen lips attached to the sweetest smile.

"Yeah, but you're getting used to it."

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