HOTPACK ⇔ [WOOJOON • THE ROSE]

PART.01: THIS IS A WHOLE LOTTA FALSE HOPE RIGHT HERE

"What do you want you rat it's 6am on a Saturday andー"

"Listen here you soggy carrot, my homosexual ass is having an exsistinental crisis and I need you to help." Woosung cut off the raspy voice coming from the cell phone pressed to his ear.

The other person went silent in confusion for a few moments before replying. "I'm already struggling with the fact that my entire life is an exsistinental crisis so why should I help you?"

Woosung rolled his eyes at the response.

"Your debt on all that lobster I bought you isn't going to get any smaller with that attitude, Jae."

"Fine, hoe. I'm listening."

"The coffee shop near the dodgy forest path. Meet me there in 10."

"Wait hold up I just got up and you know it takes me 30 minutes to do my face mask you son of aー"

"Bye Jae." Woosung cut off the panicked idol once again, trying to keep serious as he said his goodbye. As soon as he did, the boy burst out in laughter at his friend's disposition.

He himself had already showered and simply pulled a random shirt out of his wardrobe to cover his upper half, put on a white face mask and slipped on a pair of heeled boots.

Surprisingly he had somehow made the outfit work. The long sleeved shirt he had picked was black and white striped and matched with his black skinny jeans and black boots. He had low-key impressed himself with his random picking skills.

After staring at himself in his full length mirror for a whole 3 minutes, Woosung left his apartment block in satisfaction.

"Hey WooWoo!" A voice shouted as Woosung stepped out into the hallway of his second-floor apartment.

Unfazed by the loudness of the other person's voice, he simply looked over to them and yelled a greeting down the hall back to them. "Morning Hajoonie!"

It was his only friend in his apartment block, the one and only, Lee Hajoon. The only thing that was surprising to Woosung was that he was up this early.

"How's your wife doing?" Woosung laughed at his own statement slightly. "And why the shit are you up at 6am? Usually you're asleep until 11."

"Just because me Jaehyeong have the same surname doesn't mean we're married you left buttcheek." Hajoon pulled a look of fake disgust at the other male. "But Jaehyeong made me get up to go water his flowers," He pointed to the two flower boxes outside the front door which he had been holding a rusted watering can up to, "They always end up dying in the end so there really isn't a point in trying so hard with them. I guess they're a lot like people in a way because of that." Turning back to his plants, Hajoon smiled bittersweetly.

'Not a married couple my ass.' Woosung thought as he locked his apartment door and began to walk down the stairway to the ground floor. "See you later Hajoonie!"

"See ya!"

Continuing on his way to the café, Woosung's mind continued to linger on his recent run-in. Even though he had been talking so familiarly about Jaehyeong, he never actually met him. Nor any of Hajoon's other friends for that matter. Sure it did make him feel like he was left out, but what could he do about it?

'Whatever.' He thought, pulling up his mask and continuing to walk down the street; his hands in his pockets.