↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

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Over the span of time that he had known Hongjoong, Wooyoung had become concerningly good at sneaking into his house.

Hongjoong was always aware of course, usually perfectly on time to silently open the front door and drag him inside, but Wooyoung had become downright masterful.

He could now walk through his house in complete darkness with ease, hurdling objects and side stepping corners to prevent stubbed toes and smashed noses, a skill he had deliberately worked hard to learn and avoid due to past experiences.

It was second nature at this point.

A series of actions that were simple and executed accordingly.

They met up at the front door, Hongjoong would let him in, and then they'd stifle their laughter well enough to make it upstairs and into Hongjoong's bedroom undetected.

There was nothing hard about it.

But Wooyoung hadn't been to Hongjoong's house in over a week, not since before the park incident, and suddenly something that had seemed so coherent and manageable before, now felt like the most elaborate heist imaginable.

"Hongjoong," Wooyoung whispered against the wooden door, bouncing on his toes and looking around frantically into the dark street.

"Oh my god- hurry your ass up."

He didn't get a response immediately, and it only made his anxiety spike enough for his hands to become frantic and drop his phone loudly against the front step.

He cursed as he bent over to pick it up, shakily checking for damage before sending Hongjoong a more than inappropriate text message.

He once again didn't get a response, which is why when Hongjoong finally opened the door to peer outside, he found Wooyoung clawing at his hair and hazardly abusing the tie strings of his hoodie.

Hongjoong raised his phone between the slot of the door, squinting at the screen with confusion.

"You'll do what to my dead relatives?" He read out loud bewilderedly, plush lips pouting as though Wooyoung's vulgarity was too much to even comprehend.

Wooyoung ignored him, and pushed on the boy's chest to step into the house.

He kicked at his shin once the door was shut.

"Nothing as long as you behave." He whispered harshly, only to yelp into the darkness when Hongjoong punched him square in the shoulder, muttering a remark that Wooyoung was sure his mother would gawk at.

The boy clawed at his jacket and tugged him towards the stairs in a heapless mess, dragging him along in a much more inattentive manner than Wooyoung was used to.

He rushed to gain his balance, making his steps as quiet as possible while holding on to the back of Hongjoong's shirt for stability, ignoring the way the warmth of his skin bled into the cracks of his palms.