↱MARIGOLD↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺

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"Hongjoong!"

It's a wonder how Hongjoong even had the chance to turn around before he was tackle-hugged into a row of lockers outside the detention hall, the wind getting knocked out of him the second his back met cool metal.

Two large hands wrapped around him, one going for his waist, while the other slipped its way behind Hongjoong's head to soften the impact.

He could feel the boy giggling against him, honey voice pitched high with a giddiness that made Hongjoong smile into his shoulder.

"Can't believe I finally ran into you," He said, breathless as though he'd been running, heart pounding through his shirt.

"What's this huh? Big bad Kim Hongjoong got detention?"

"It's the least they could give me for fucking that kids face up." Hongjoong said, trying not to laugh, but seeing Wooyoung again was like experiencing color for the first time, the apples of his cheeks turning red when Wooyoung pulled back to look at him.

Hongjoong didn't think he'd ever seen Wooyoung so happy before.

So happy he was radiant, vibrating with it, bouncing on his own toes just to stumble and catch himself with the kind of smile that made people fall in love.

Made Hongjoong so fucking breathless he was dizzy with it, eyes rushing to take in every beautiful inch of him.

"I missed you too," Wooyoung whispered, precious and sweet like he wanted Hongjoong to remember.

Wanted Hongjoong to dream about the way he bit his lower lip and grinned, stepping closer.

It took Hongjoong a moment to comprehend the words from Wooyoung's mouth, how they were a response to what Mingi had promised he'd deliver, but once he did he felt his heart give like a broken weight.

Sudden and painful as it fell to the soles of his feet.

"Are you still grounded?" Wooyoung asked, so hopeful it made Hongjoong frown guiltily.

"Yeah."

The boy's smile somehow found a way to grow.

"So, usual time tonight?"

Hongjoong laughed, bubbly and loud with his hands rising to his mouth, eyes crinkling in both disbelief and excitement.

They were unbearable, impossible, more disastrous together than they were apart- but for them it all felt so simple, as though they were following a destiny.

One could not be without the other, and they had never been above breaking some rules to keep it that way.

"Of course." Hongjoong said.

And you'd think he'd be used to it by now; the thrill of hearing those words, the prospect of waiting for 1:32 to come around and carry him away, but it still felt just as freeing as it had that very first night.

When Wooyoung had found Hongjoong and relieved him of who he'd been before.

Wooyoung appeared outside of Hongjoong's window that night without fail, knocking softly on the glass just to have Hongjoong tumbling out after him into the freezing air.