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🧋🍂☕️🌻☕️🍂🧋
- 𝕊𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ -
𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣
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getting home was a hassle for hongjoong. not only did he make a complete fool of himself when he stumbled out of the cafe hastily; face tinted red from seonghwas offer to drive them home- they also had denied it quickly, head shaking back and forth no- and left the coffee shop before seonghwa could convince them not to leave just yet.
very embarrassing, the boy thought.
the memory of him slamming into the door by accident before pushing out a string of apologies and thank yous to seonghwa flooded his mind. he didn't have the guts to look seonghwa in the eye after that, and left before the other could answer. "so very embarrassing." he whined, walking through the entrance of his apartment building, forcing himself to smile at the desk worker as he always did before making his way to the elevators- they pressed the button to their floor (8) and then shut his eyes, leaning their head against the elevator wall in defeat.
should i have taken his offer?
it was true hongjoong had left rather quickly, cutting off their conversation after realizing just how late it was; worried that wooyoung had been wondering where they were. and while seonghwa was finishing up a few things behind the counter, putting the sugar packets away and huffing to himself about an annoying customer he had earlier today- hongjoong shot up from his seat and told him they needed to go home. he really did want to stay longer- but if they did they knew he wouldn't want to leave. he really offered to take me home...
*ding*
hongjoong opened his eyes, stepping out of the elevator and walking down the hallway gaze stuck on the ugly brown carpet under his feet until he reached his apartment, it wasn't far down thankfully. he huffed while unlocking the door to apartment 1117, and when he stepped inside he could hear the tv from the living room, wooyoungs new favorite k drama playing, and a soft sizzling from the kitchen- of course his roommate was cooking. hongjoong dropped his bag on the floor, shrugging off his coat and unwrapping his scarf from around his neck- unbundling himself up from all the extra layers he had on that night, curious eyes flicking upwards when he heard a set of footsteps stop in front of him.
"why is your face so red?" wooyoung asked, black apron tied around his waist and spatula in hand, he held it loosely, his other hand on his hip. hongjoong always found chef wooyoung to be a funny sight.
hongjoong looked away, mumbling, "it's not." he knew very well why it was.
wooyoung suddenly frowned, quickly moving in front of hongjoong, hand off his hip and now pressed against the olders forehead, "it is, are you sick?"
hongjoong shook his head, flustered, peeling wooyoungs hand off of him before leaning back,
"n-no! it's just freezing outside, of course my face is red!"
"right, did you not take the bus?" wooyoung asked rolling his eyes, skeptical. he knew hongjoong too long not to know when the boy was lying.
"i did." he said under their breath. the younger crossed his arms over his chest, "so then?"
"well i had to walk from the bus stop here!" hongjoong was getting defensive, it was clear wooyoung knew he was lying- hongjoong simply didn't want to lose.
"hyung, it's literally a two minute walk." wooyoung deadpanned.
"it's cold!" hongjoong squeaked out with a pout, and wooyoung hummed; bored, turning around to go check on the food, it was something he had to let sit- but he wanted to make sure it didn't boil over. "well...can i get your opinion?" hongjoong called out, following wooyoung into the kitchen, eyes casted downwards; nervous, he always was when mentioning things like this.
"what happened!?" wooyoung asked loudly, suddenly in hongjoongs face. he was an enthusiastic person by nature so the extra reaction wasn't at all surprising to hongjoong really. the older smiled playfully, stepping past him and hopping to sit on the counter next to the stove, nodding towards the pot of whatever wooyoung was making, "when you do that it makes me want to not tell you.."
wooyoung shook his head, finally working on the food again, and as he stirred he mumbled under his breath, "no, i'm sorry just- you never ask me for advice on boys."
"who said it was about a boy?" hongjoong snorted, even though it indeed was about a boy. wooyoung paused, hongjoong could see the sad smile tugging on the others lips, "the look on your face, i can tell. i imagine that's how i look when somethings happened with san..."
hongjoong hummed softly, looking away and towards nothing in particular. they didn't really know what to say to that, wooyoung and sans situation was....tough, they all knew that- well, all of them except san itself. after a few seconds they spoke up,
talked to the guy in my aplit and we had a fire drill and we walked the whole way back to class together talking ab nonsense and going from topic to topic and he's v v funny and easy to talk to and i'm v glad i didn't start talking to an asshole
so now i'm forcing him to be my friend idc we joked and had a good conversation ONCE and that's it he's stuck w me
and i got to compliment his nail polish and his GIGGLE???
(edit 12/10/23: i think its really funny looking back at my a/n's bc this is before i realized that i wasnt actually crushing on any of these ppl i was just fixating on them so i could distract myself from my trauma and toxic relationships LOL)
but anyways i'm struggling w my emotions lately i don't like it :/
kay bye bye
~ lix ~
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