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🖤🌑☂️☾✧☽☂️🌑🖤
- 𝕋𝕎𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕐-𝔼𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 -
𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤
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"so he really got you a phone, huh?" san jumped at the sudden voice behind him when he shut the apartment door, said phone in his hand as he messily texted wooyoung that he had made it in safely. "hm?" he turned around, bottom lip jutted out a bit when he saw hongjoong seated on the couch, bowl of instant ramyeon in his lap. "i heard the others talking about it but i didn't really know for sure.." he said, and looked away from san.
"oh," san nodded, and slipped the phone into his pocket. he quickly locked the front door, and shimmed off his coat to hang up. hongjoong sat up, nose twitching with interest a bit, he eyed sans coat, and then looked away to hide the quirk in his lips, "new jacket?"
"this? oh, uhm- not really, wooyoung let me borrow it, didn't want me to be cold." he blushed, and padded his way over to the couch, sitting down close next to hongjoong.
"that's nice, sannie. will you return it soon?" hongjoong asked, smiling softly at san when the younger pulled his knees into his chest, puffing his cheeks out at the question.
"whenever he comes around again, yeah." then, san turned towards hongjoong, opening his mouth till the older fed him some of the ramyeon. "so you were with him? wooyoung?"
san nodded, and then spoke when he finished chewing,
"we went to a park."
"a park? that's really cute, what did you guys do?" hongjoong tried to keep his smile, but it was hard when sans voice had been so flat- hongjoong really was interested, but it seemed like san wasn't. "spoke." he sighed, and laid his head down on hongjoongs shoulder, shutting his eyes.
"you did?" he asked, softly, putting his bowl down on the floor, chopsticks laid overtop.
"mhm."
"about?" another sigh, though this one much heavier, "i dunno joongie, we talked."
it went quiet for a while, san didn't know what else to say- "i'm sorry." but the apology managed to catch san off guard.
"why're you sorry for?" he asked, he knew he was the one who should've been apologizing, not hongjoong.
"i feel like i've been angering you.." the older swallowed thickly, anxiety bubbling up in his stomach. san sat up quickly, shaking his head, shocked, "what? no- i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel that way, i'm just not used to this."
