↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

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Wooyoung wanted to refuse the moment Hongjoong parked soundlessly in front of his house, complaints already bubbling hot and earnest on his tongue.

But the boy stole the keys and hid them away in a flash, glancing over at Wooyoung with a pleading gaze that left no room for discussion, and so Wooyoung dragged himself into the night air and didn't move until Hongjoong physically dragged him off the street.

"If you think I'm letting you go back home," Hongjoong muttered annoyedly under his breath, "you haven't been paying very close attention."

"I'm fine." Wooyoung demanded, but his eyes widened enormously when Hongjoong took his arm and pulled him violently enough to jar his stomach.

Wooyoung spluttered painfully and clutched his chest, eyebrows dropping.

"Okay, so I'm not fine. What's the problem?"

"Be quiet." Hongjoong hushed, and Wooyoung's pout intensified as Hongjoong guided him to the front door and raised a finger to his lips, eyes calm but voice firm.

He had done this too many times to be nervous anymore.

Hongjoong opened the door cautiously, patient and poised as the old wood creaked morbidly beneath the boy's careful hands.

Hongjoong peered through the awaiting darkness and stepped knowingly over the creaking floorboard just in front of the door, moving mechanically enough for Wooyoung to get the hint and follow suit, puffing out his cheeks and drawing his arms at an awkward angle just to slip through the doorway.

Hongjoong smiled at him, eyes crinkling with amusement, and Wooyoung couldn't help but stare fondly at his fading figure as he walked deeper into the house.

Wooyoung closed the door and turned to follow Hongjoong, but without the sliver of moonlight peering through the entrance, Wooyoung was completely blind and unfamiliar with his surroundings.

His feet stuttered forward and he stretched his arms out in search of an object to ground himself, suddenly growing nervous as his eyes adjusted and he roamed cluelessly.

He was contemplating whether to speak up or not when Hongjoong surged forward from a sea of black and grabbed his hand, pulling him close and yanking him towards the staircase abruptly enough to make Wooyoung erupt in giggles that he rushed to quiet down, voice warm and ecstatic as Hongjoong grinned at him and dragged him up the carpeted stairs.

His teeth were like a white flash in the darkness, soft and kind and painfully pretty, and Wooyoung couldn't help but notice the way his heartbeat staggered drastically as they fumbled up the stairs, hands interlocked tightly.

It was messy and hysterical but mesmerizing all the same, and as Hongjoong pushed Wooyoung into his bedroom and closed the door, he couldn't get over how wonderful they sounded together, breathless and happy and tripping over themselves just to now be alone and staring at one another like their existence mattered and everything that had destroyed them an hour ago was completely irrelevant.