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Hongjoong was an emotional person.
But he wasn't the kind of emotional that ignited in darkness and glimmered in light and discovered magnitudes of sincerity in just about everything.
He didn't thirst for intimacy or reach out when his heart was heavy, eyes casted with both unimaginable depth and visionary that could only be described as either a haunting nuisance or a destined comfort.
Hongjoong was emotional, but he was quiet with it, careful and fearful of those that fought to see it.
He was hesitant and gentle and yet his chest burned with the presence of rain.
The fading blend of a sunset.
The smell of coffee or the way his limbs would ache with satisfaction after completing a task perfectly.
He always found solace in the wide eyes of the moon and he liked to listen to strangers speak, admiring the different tones and accents and beautiful dissimilarities of people.
Hongjoong cried during romance movies and yet never failed to recommend them to Wooyoung, the boy always lively and animated when explaining the plot and the endearing tales of the leading couples.
He was always smiling through his words and stuttering when excited and he rambled about the most random things to Wooyoung in the strangest hours of the night.
He was sensitive to smells and surrounded himself with scented candles and soft lotion and sung quietly when he thought no one was looking, voice smooth and effortless as he drifted.
He had a habit of touching his ears when embarrassed and scrunching his nose when someone came too close and interrupting his own voice with an array of bubbly laughter, voice becoming loud and tight when happy.
His eyes were full of galaxies that adored and cherished just about everyone he met, always a hint of mist across the surface that Wooyoung could only come to describe as fondful.
His spirits rose whenever Yunho would grin at him through the studio mirrors mid choreo and he loved the way San's eyes disappeared when he smiled wide enough to make his cheeks form lines and crescents.
He laughed everytime Wooyoung tickled his chin and felt a scorching twinge of loneliness without the tan boy's booming presence.
Hongjoong was the kind of boy that read books to learn pretty words and followed light just to find its beginnings.
He felt things deeply and sometimes so unreasonably harshly, that his motives would falter and he'd fall deeper than ever before.
Wooyoung knew all of this well.
"Hongjoong," He grinned, and the boy blinked up at him in surprise, cheeks growing hot as he rubbed his jaw and sped up to a jog beside him. "Are you crying?"
"No, shut up." Hongjoong demanded, even as his eyes became glass and he smiled shyly while throwing his arm across his face, gathering the wetness forming there.
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FanfictionSaving Hongjoong's life in an alleyway was one thing. Getting involved in Hongjoong's life was another. Taking him to the ocean and promising him the world... Wooyoung didn't mean to fall in love.
