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🧋🍂☕️🌻☕️🍂🧋
- 𝔽𝕆𝕌ℝ𝕋𝔼𝔼ℕ -
𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
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it was just past noon when hongjoong had finally woken up from his deep sleep, scrunching shut his eyes when the brightness of the room made them sting- head painfully throbbing. from past his door he could hear familiar noises of laughter, and figured wooyoung was making breakfast from the wonderful smell that flooded his senses. it took him a moment to be able to sit up, to realize that he was alone; all too quickly the memories of last night, the feeling of seonghwa holding him washed all over them, made them shiver. they felt odd, felt a strange need for warmth, and they felt embarrassed for how quickly they stumbled out of bed- looking for seonghwa.
when hongjoong got into the hallway, eyes squinting to avoid more pain, he heard his voice, a soft "thank you," from the kitchen and hongjoong was off. turning the corner hongjoong found it in himself to slow down, seonghwa sat on one of the bar stools, eyes trained onto the plate of food in front of him. next to him mingi dozed off, san swung its feet back and forth while he sat on the countertop, and wooyoung (as expected) was at the stove, cooking breakfast for them all.
san noticed him first, gasping happily before jumping off the counter to pad over to hongjoong, "g'morning hyung!!" the boy said, throwing his arms around hongjoong in a quick hug.
"morning sannie," hongjoong yawned, he didn't notice seonghwa looking at them then, only kept his eyes on wooyoung who sighed under his breath- smiling at the older,
"finally you're up sleepyhead, i made food."
"smells good." hongjoong said, peeking over wooyoungs shoulder to catch a glimpse of whatever he was making,
"it is." san said, taking another bite from his plate which was almost a hundred percent mingis plate that he failed to finish since falling asleep.
silently, hongjoong moved over to sit on the empty bar stool next to seonghwa, though, he kept his eyes away from his- small fragments from last night flickering in his brain. he remembered seonghwas warmth, and his voice, and how he held him.
"good morning, hongjoong." seonghwa hummed lowly, a calm, easy smile on his face as he leaned in close; it made hongjoong go all warm inside, he blushed,
"morning, hwa."
"slept well?" the black haired asked, making hongjoong scrunch his nose up- finally turning to lock eyes with him, "not really, you were stiff."
