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Hongjoong stared solemnly at the center of the door as he waited for it to open, imagining exactly how it would look once the oiled cherry wood was replaced with Wooyoung's smiling face.

He anticipated the others's height, gaze zeroing in at a specific spot on the door where Woo would appear and somehow rip away the sadness that had seeped into his chest, smooth away the trembles in his hands and strain in his cheeks and weariness in his eyes that were scared and uncertain and so fucking sick of being hurt all the time.

Wooyoung would fix everything, just like he always did.

The door opened and Hongjoong's heart erupted, feet stuttering forward as his eyes pricked with sudden tears, but instead of a smiling boy with tanned cheeks, he was forced to drop his gaze and meet the pouty frown of a sleepy San.

"Hey, Hongjoongie." San purred, voice deep with sleep and more intimidating than Hongjoong's ever heard it, but San was pulling him into a gripping hug before he could truly encourage the thought, and he was left limp in the boy's arms.

"Woo told me what's going on. Is everything alright?"

Hongjoong loved San, truly.

Adored and cooed at everything San did, often times amazed and infatuated at how he managed to complete the simplest tasks looking irresistibly cute and innocent when really he had a fire in his veins.

He snapped when aggravated but melted when shown affection, and his smile always managed to make Hongjoong believe that maybe angels did exist.

But San wasn't Wooyoung, and Hongjoong desperately felt the urge to pull away when he felt tears brim his eyes once again.

Hongjoong gripped lightly at San's sleeve, swallowing hard around a bundle of words that would never make sense all together.

He was just about to make an excuse and leave when Wooyoung suddenly appeared behind San's shoulder, eyes wide and hands caring where they immediately went to cradle Hongjoong's face.

"What happened?" He asked thickly, eyes flickering with saddened confusion as he took in Hongjoong's expression, the haziness in his vision.

He pulled Hongjoong through the doorway and led him to the couch, dragging him across his apartment by the arms, and Hongjoong let him willingly, even if the force of it made him feel dizzy and breathless when he finally sat down.

Wooyoung joined him, and after a moment San did too, movements hesitant and unsure even when his sharp eyes were blooming with concern.

The sun kissed boy put his hand on Hongjoong's knee, every feature looking solemn and apologetic and keening with a sort of apprehension that made Hongjoong's voice lurch from his throat with an unsettling amount of desperation.

"I want to move in tomorrow." He said, and Wooyoung's expression jumped, mouth forming into a perfect circle as his eyebrows rose high into his hairline.

He shared a lingering look with San, who was perched on the edge of the couch like something beautiful and fragile and completely undeserving of the expression he was wearing.