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🧋🍂☕️🌻☕️🍂🧋
- 𝕋𝔼ℕ -
𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕦
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hongjoong quietly made his way over to the entrance of his apartment, reaching for his coat and the beanie that hung from the top of the jacket holder- it taunted them, memories of last night attached to its fabric. the producer couldn't help but blush, bunching it up in his fist just to try and rid of the thoughts it brought to his head, he didn't hear wooyoung walk into the living room behind them, "what're you doing?" he asked, face stuffed with chips.
"i'm going out." they said simply, pushing his arms through the sleeves of the coat.
"hyung, it's your day off." wooyoung said, a knowing look on his face- eyes glaring at the worry that hongjoong would try sneaking away to the studio as he often did. it was no secret that the older was addicted to his work and hongjoong couldn't help but frown at the thought; he knew that's what wooyoung was thinking and it hurt him because the purple haired was completely valid for thinking it,
"i know."
"mingi'll be here soon..." he mumbled, frown etched onto his features as he watched hongjoong reach for his shoes, beanie now snug over their hair.
hongjoong sighed,
"i'll be back quick." they bent over, slipping his shoes on one by one. another set of footsteps came into the hallway, and hongjoong peeked upwards,
"hyung you're leaving?" san said with a pout, slowly- it was clear the boy just woke up by its messy hair and puffy face. sleepily san rubbed at its eyes and clinged onto wooyoungs arm, pressing his cheek against it to conceal a yawn.
hongjoong stood up again, smiling softly at the pair, "san.. i'm- i promise i'll see you guys later tonight."
then, before wooyoung could question him further, they slipped out the door, making their way out of their apartment.
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the shop was quiet this time of day, rush hour just brushed past just a few minutes ago- most people at work already which made it easier for hongjoong to build up the courage to walk into white love. it felt weird for them, walking into the store himself- he half expected the door the be locked- and to see other people inside was even weirder; they had grown so used to it just being seonghwa and him in there he felt out of place. their eyes traced across the room as soon as they stepped inside, a familiar ding ringing through the store and a voice from behind the counter,
