↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

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When Wooyoung's phone started ringing violently enough to send the device sliding across the round dining table in the corner of their hotel room, he had just finished eating breakfast and was watching eagerly as Hongjoong stuffed his mouth with buttered pancakes, determined to see how many he could eat while they were free and at his disposal.

Wooyoung knew who was calling even before he snatched up his phone and winced at the name flashing across the screen.

He pressed answer and lifted the speaker to his ear, giving Hongjoong a reassuring smile when the boy looked over at him curiously, nose wrinkled and cheeks puffy as he swallowed thickly around his mouth full of syrup soaked cake.

"Shit. I can explain." Wooyoung rushed to say even before San could finish his sharp inhale, breath furious and voice dreadful as he cursed lowly.

"You hang up on me and then don't come back home by morning? Do you have any idea how worried I was when I woke up to find you missing?" San flared angrily, his constant kind smile replaced with a fervent intensity that Wooyoung could feel coil through the phone and press searingly against his chest, tugging at his throat and igniting a natural touch of panic that he quickly shook away.

He hated fighting with San, the boy always so willing to give and fight the world in Wooyoung's place, but he was horribly frightening when mad, and Hongjoong could never bring himself to do anything more than cower against Wooyoung's best friends raging voice.

"What?" Hongjoong perked suddenly, eyes flying up to search Wooyoung's stormy features before he was making a move to stand, putting down his fork and crumbling his napkin to move by the others side.

Wooyoung held up an unformidable hand that made the boy still awkwardly, half standing and half sitting as he leaned back against his chair again.

"I know, I know. I didn't mean to worry you- I just forgot to call back, okay?" Wooyoung spoke back into the phone, eyebrows pushing together with honest sincerity that he hoped San could hear through the hiccup in his voice.

"Is that your friend?" Hongjoong asked, conscious about the possibility of the conversation being about him and Wooyoung's reckless decision to leave so suddenly, without a word or notion to anyone but themselves.

While Wooyoung had forgotten to inform his roommate, Hongjoong had missed early morning classes for this, a far away worry that he decidedly chose not to tell Wooyoung about.

They had both come to terms with the fact that the whole concept had been insane to begin with, even more so to go through with, but even now watching Wooyoung search pointlessly for an excuse or desperate explanation as to where and who he'd spent his night with, Hongjoong felt the absence of regret.

"I'm in Incheon with the guy I met in an alley. Remember him? Yeah, it's as weird as it sounds." Hongjoong smirked idly before hiding his amusement by raising his orange juice to his lips, successfully forcing the curling smile away as he stared at Wooyoung from the top of his glass.

"Look- it's all very confusing and I'll be home soon anyway." Wooyoung said exasperatedly, waving his hand in the air in frustration as San's voice grew increasingly higher.