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🧋🍂☕️🌻☕️🍂🧋
- 𝕊𝕀𝕏𝕋𝔼𝔼ℕ -
𝕓𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕤
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seonghwas apartment was a bit small compared to hongjoongs, though it made sense since the older lived alone- it was an open space though, a half wall to split the kitchen from the rest since it all mostly fit into one big room. when they stepped into the apartment- the living room was directly in front of them. it had a long dark couch in the center, facing a tv on a stand and other random clutter, on the wall next to that there were two giant windows, blinds drawn shut though which hongjoong assumed was do to seonghwas quiet and private nature. to hongjoongs left, a small kitchen was stood- it was cute, and warm with little cute trinkets and appliances dotted around. then a room broke off on the right- he assumed seonghwas bedroom and bathroom- and in the far left corner behind the couch was another bathroom. hongjoong felt, safe- the apartment felt so cozy and lived in, with blankets and pillows placed around the place, plants hung on on the walls and string lights along the windows and fireplace.
"woah, nice place hwaseong."
seonghwa smiled softly, shutting the door behind them and immediately moving to help hongjoong take his coat, "it's not much, but thank you." he said, hanging up the coat and his own before a small black cat padded its way into view and past hongjoongs feet,
"you have a kitty?!" hongjoong cried, voice shooting up in a pitch seonghwa had never heard him do but made the older chuckle as he bent over to pick up his pet.
"yup, her name is mars actually." he smiled, stepping closer towards hongjoong so the two were only a few inches apart, hongjoong kept his eyes down, focused on the cat, while seonghwas stayed on him; using this moment to take in every detail of the boy before him.
"can i pet her? will she hate me?" he asked, holding his hand above the cats back,
"no, i think she likes you, normally she's hissing by now."
with a soft smile, hongjoong carefully lowered his hand, petting the cat slowly, eyes wide and bright with curiosity. "how old is she?" hongjoong asked, smiling wider when the cat purred, pushing up into his hand, "she's 4, turning 5 soon."
the sight of it all had hit seonghwa like a truck, there was something about it that made him feel warm, safe, and happy. seeing hongjoong coo and get along with mars was something he never knew he had needed so badly before.
