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☠︎ - 8

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the next morning was... interesting, to say the least. the tension and air between the two so thick you could cut it with a knife. it was suffocating, at least for hongjoong, because to him, seonghwa had appeared rather fine all morning.

when hongjoong had finally woken up, he had shuffled slowly downstairs, hand rubbing hopelessly at his eyes to wake himself up. he could hear wooyoungs laugh ring out from the kitchen, sans voice speaking quickly after- though he couldn't make out what the other was saying.

just as he reached the bottom of the steps, his brain processed two voices he hadn't heard in a bit; and then seonghwa. not his voice, but seonghwa; right in front of him, blocking him from leaving the staircase,
"move hwa. i want food." hongjoong mumbled, pushing lightly at the others chest. it was quick how seonghwas hands gripped around hongjoongs wrists, pulling the other close so he could lean up next to his ear and whisper thickly,
"didn't i tell you to wear my hoodie?"

hongjoong felt frozen, stuck, his throat had felt like it hadn't had water for years and his heart wouldn't stop pounding in his ears. seonghwa was insanely close, all he could focus on was the others breath, hot and heavy fanning against the skin of his neck, hands wrapped tightly against his wrists, locking him in place; hongjoong nodded weakly.

"so go change. any hoodie is fine." he said, dropping his grip on hongjoong and lifting a hand to gaze against the youngers collar bone, thumbing at the deep purple marks, "these are only for me to see- remember that."

seonghwas hands on his skin felt like ice against fire, it was so sudden, hongjoong could hardly get himself to mumble a response. the full pressure the older forced over the sore spots made him wince. he felt stupid, with how quickly seonghwa had caught him off guard, dumbed him down, and got him to go back upstairs to change.

seonghwas room was, as expected, a mess for hongjoong to go through, looking for a hoodie big enough to block all the marks seonghwa had left on him but one small enough so it would slip off his shoulder.

"'i'll go low' my ass." hongjoong scoffed, eyes trickling over all the bruises painted along the base of his neck in the mirror, adjusting seonghwas hoodie to sit in a spot that hid them all.

for a second, he felt a bit overwhelmed, fingers brushing against the skin seonghwa had teased and abused just the night before- something he never would've thought could happen. he wondered how seonghwa seemed so calm, so collected, hongjoong felt like hiding and running away the second he saw him; and he would've if it wasn't for seonghwas grip on his wrists. he figured it was because the older was used to his, hooking up with people, having quick sessions here and there; it wasn't a surprise to hongjoong that seonghwa had finally made a move on him too- even if hongjoong did want to believe it was because he was special- he knew that wasn't the case.

with a huff, hongjoong padded downstairs again, quickly making his way towards the kitchen like he had originally planned. when he walked in, he immediately locked eyes with seonghwa, who seemed to have been waiting for him to come down again; the olders eyes flicking to the empty bar seat next to him in a silent invitation.

before hongjoong to do anything he was engulfed in a giant bear hug, a familiar warmth spreading over him,
"hi mingi." he smiled into the olders chest,
"hi joongie! long time no see, huh?" mingi pulled away, hand moving to ruffle at hongjoongs hair softly- unlike seonghwa, since mingi did it out of endearment hongjoong didn't mind.
"finally you're awake," wooyoung groaned, rummaging through the fridge on his left, "thought you died up there."

"very funny, sadly i'm still here." hongjoong yawned, sending a small wave over to san, who sat on the countertop by the window in between the bar and where wooyoung was,
"morning joongie," san smiled, holding out a plate of cookies,
"cookie?"

"sure? when'd you bake these?" hongjoong asked, stepping over to grab a cookie off the plate with a lift of his brow,
"we brought them." mingi said from behind him, and hongjoong had finally gotten a proper view of yunho, mingis boyfriend.

"i knew i heard yunhos voice." he said, padding over to the couple so he could give yunho a quick hug,
"hey kid," yunho smiled, nodding at the plate san was holding,
"enjoy the cookies- mingi worked hard on them."

hongjoong smiled, "will do."

when everyone started falling back into their conversations, hongjoong shuffled quietly over to the bar, ignoring the burning eyes on him as he sat down at the empty stool. it had been a while since he had felt truly nervous in front of seonghwa, but for some reason the olders gaze had made his stomach feel all weird and his face go red.
"you hungry?" seonghwa said from next to him, and though hongjoong still didn't look up at him, he could tell seonghwas eyes hadn't left him.

"a bit yeah," hongjoong nodded, finishing the last of his cookie. seonghwa hummed from next to him, and then, he could feel seonghwas breathe against his ear again, shuddering as the older said under his breath,
"wanna go get some food?"

it shocked hongjoong, to be truthful, out of everything he expected to happen this morning he didn't think it would be seonghwa asking him to go eat out with him- especially when all his friends where right there.
"alone?" hongjoong asked, finally turning to look at the older, almost losing himself in how beautiful the other looked.

"yeah, just you and i."

hongjoong blushed, "but the others-"

"-can mind their own business. c'mon." seonghwas hand slipped around hongjoongs wrist once more, softer this time, and guided him quietly away from the kitchen and towards the front door,
"we'll be back!" seonghwa called out, not giving a chance for response before he shut the door behind the two.

without a word, he walked over to his car, hongjoong falling behind him, lips shut at a loss of words, a mix of emotions swirling in his head. seonghwa opened the passenger door, letting go of hongjoongs wrist and instead placed his hand over the others waist,

"get in."

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hi lols
i'm FINALLY back
ik im rlly rlly bad at updating but ! i finally finished school and i'm graduating in a few days so !!! i have actual time and way less stress to deal w
(still rlly mentally ill tho 💔)

ill be trying to get back on a recaudar update schedule of two times a week
(hopefully one chapter of this and one chapter of cbas)

anyways i hope u liked it, i rlly am gonna try writing consistently again especially since im literally going into college for creative writing TT i need the practice anyways

okay well bye see u soon !
~ lix ~

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