↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

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Hongjoong found it oddly pathetic that he was too exhilaratingly happy to even sleep after coming home from eating dinner with Wooyoung, lips seeming to quirk into a bashful smile every time he'd find himself thinking back on the night he'd had.

Seeing Wooyoung outside of work since their trip to Incheon had been nerve-wracking, holding a different sort of importance that they hadn't yet grazed before.

Seeing him every day at work was an excuse, but Wooyoung had asked him out confidently and with a knowing smirk, eyes warm and inviting where he had noticed Hongjoong's nervous blush.

The boy hadn't known what to do, but Wooyoung had smiled big and brightly and looked up at Hongjoong through his lashes like he was seeing stars instead of an empty sky, and in that soul-warming voice of his had asked with enough sincerity to send Hongjoong's heart tumbling even further down a black hole.

The night had been filled with laced hands and rosy cheeks hidden in darkness and the sweet taste of comfort rather than fear, and Hongjoong was so unbelievably happy to be caught in the excitement of what they were instead of panicking over what they could be.

He was content with where their relationship was, more comfortable being himself now than he had been in a long time, and he was hoping the feeling was capable of lasting.

After coming to the conclusion that sleep wasn't an option, Hongjoong instead opted to boiling half a pot of ramen and going over his latest dance routine with careful precision, doing his best to go through his footwork while balancing a cup of noodles in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, going slow as to not jostle his food too much or upset his stomach.

He had most of the choreography down by now, just the simple kinks to work out, but he could hardly take himself seriously when he caught a glimpse of his appearance in the mirror, arms high and pink cheeks puffed with food as his legs locked and feet slid in perfect time.

He looked ridiculous, and so Hongjoong finished his meal with a goofy smile plastered across his face, knowing that Wooyoung would be laughing his ass off if he were there, quite the opposite of Yunho who would probably be disapprovingly guiding him into a headlock by now.

Hongjoong had just finished his second run through without the guidance of his mirror when his phone rang and the blissful silence of the night was pierced without remorse.

The dark haired boy stilled his movements and wiped the beads of sweat along his forehead away with the back of his arm, sharp eyebrows drawing forward as he glanced at his clock and moved towards his device obliviously.

The caller name was a flash in the dark that glowed against Hongjoong's eyes and sent a direct flare of panic to breach the surface of his skin, diving deep and expelling the breath from his lungs.

His hands became frantic and he felt his heart tighten at the sight of Wooyoung's new contact photo that captivated the entirety of his screen.

Wooyoung had just taken it that afternoon, rushed and uncaring in the compacted space of the booth where he had grabbed Hongjoong's phone and smiled devilishly at the camera, hair soft and adorably unkempt, eyes squeezed shut with a peace sign tucked childishly against the corner of his face.