if without you || seongjoong

took away our flower road

the night was cold. 

not because of the weather, but from hongjoong's icy treatment. 

hongjoong stay quite on his bed, his back met seonghwa's eyes. maybe asleep, as seonghwa thought.

seonghwa continued to unpack the suitcase, as quiet as possible, putting things as where they supposed to be.

he checked on hongjoong soon after, he saw his boyfriend's face pressed to the bed.

hongjoong seemed peaceful as the rhythm of his exhales and inhales were synchronized.

seonghwa took a better look on hongjoong's feature. there were traces of nearly dried tears. seonghwa mumbled a sorry as he brushed hongjoong's hair.

when they sleep next to each other, hongjoong would put his head on seonghwa's chest, silently asking seonghwa to brush his hair, as he claimed that it helped him to sleep better.

hongjoong's brows were relaxed as a response to his touch.

he put hongjoong's phone next to the bedside table beside hongjoong's bed.

he turned on the shower and washed himself with the cold water.

after a solid twenty minutes, seonghwa went out from the bathroom, fully clothed and refreshed.

he was about to put his dirty clothes on the laundry bag, when hongjoong's phone vibrated.

choi san is calling

seonghwa hesitated to pick it up, but it seemed urgent because san called again.

seonghwa picked the phone, saying sorry at hongjoong, and pressed the green button.

"hyung have you seen the choreography wooyoung and i made? what do you think? the director wanted to see the fixed choreography as soon as possible,"

"sorry, hongjoong is still sleeping, i'll inform him later," seonghwa replied.

"this must've been hyung's boyfriend, then. okay nice to talk to you and please let hongjoong-hyung know," 

"sure," seonghwa was about to end the call when he could hear san's breaths stuttered.

"please take a good care of our hyung,"

it wasn't a threat nor a blackmail, but seonghwa obliged immediately.

"i will," seonghwa promised. the call ended.

seonghwa put the phone back, putting his dirty clothes to the laundry bag, and then he moved his nightstand away. he pushed his bed towards hongjoong's as quiet as he could.

he pulled his blanket and sleep beside hongjoong, leaving no space between them. 

maybe there was, hongjoong and him used a separate blanket, but other than that, nothing was separating them. 

he hugged hongjoong with his left hand, while his right hand worked it's way to hongjoong's hair, brushing it lovingly and carefully.

seonghwa's breaths met hongjoong's pace not long after, chasing his boyfriend to the dreamland.

***

when seonghwa woke up, hongjoong wasn't by his side.

he squinted his eyes, rising his head to check his surrounding.

hongjoong was on his laptop, sitting on the armchair, putting his laptop on his lap.