Vogue × Hyunin

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smoke filled the air, escaping his lips ever so gently and slowly disappearing into the gloomy weather. the man slowly dipped the cigarette into his ash tray, killing the sparks that he loved so much

hwang hyunjin held his camera for the first time in months, he hadn't captured a moment since minho and jisung's wedding

the business man had no life besides the family business, at times he considered accepting another vogue gig just to gaze at a person that was once his

he reluctantly asked himself if he was mentally ready. he knew the blonde boy was waiting dearly for him, yet he also knew jeongin was impatient

looking at the mirror as he buttoned up his shirt, hyunjin realized how much the younger grew these past few years, he wondered where the younger would be if they hadn't met again

he craved the young boy, jeongin was like a cigarette to him. so addictive yet when the hype dies down so does the stick. burning gently yet seductively sweet in his mouth

but jeongin didn't like smoke, jeongin didn't like the aftermath on hyunjin's lips

as the man slipped on his loafers, with a camera holding onto his body, dangling with a strap he thought about the memories with the young lad, he hated calling them memories as jeongin was never a memory. he was life

it seemed like the sky is crying today, perfect cuddle weather. as per hwang fashion, the tall man was wearing a hoodie and a coat on top, with the hood covering half of his face

after he snapped some photos in the dangling rain, his hood was now soaked and so was his body. he refused to go home on a sunday morning, everyone must be trying to escape the sky's sobs but not him

he walked, his shoes squeaking against the pool of dirty water along the streets of seoul. he didn't mind, the boy could buy another pair of loafers if he really wanted

after visiting the dance studio he co-owned, the boy realized that jeongin conveniently lived five minutes away from the building

the pair had been dating in front of the media for a long time now, they don't get photographed anymore and thankfully the paps had left them to be

in reality, the couple was nonexistent, having broken up for countless months now. slowly healing and coexisting with one another

he contemplated, at the end he looked up at the murky clouds who were shedding tears, but he didn't know if salty water was dropping from above or if it was coming from his very own orbs

he never cried, but seemingly jeongin and crying went really well together in a sentence

everyone seems to be getting ahead in life, except him

his fingers grazed against the glossy button, pressing firmly twice just to make sure jeongin would get up

he knew kim seungmin was out with chan, the boy made his dorm with jeongin like a hotel he would stay on for a day or two a month

he didn't even know what to say to the blonde, hyunjin questioned why jeongin was taking long to open the door

he nervously bit his lip, looking straight at his shoes instead of the front camera for the younger to check

"hwang hyunjin. stop smelling like cigarettes all the damn time and getting soaked."

hyunjin must be batshit crazy, but jeongin's angelic being still made a very strong impact on him as they stared right into each other's eyes

"if you're here to win me back then i suggest you earning yourself back first," the younger sighed, smiling softly at the older as he leaned against his doorstep

hi lovelies, im back? maybe? we'll see
not proofread and quite uninteresting :D