𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kim Hongjoong. July 17th, 1980. | Thursday, 2:25 PM.
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"Hyung-ie," Wooyoung chased after the redhead on his skateboard, tugging on his arm to grab his attention. The redhead glances back at Wooyoung, an uncertain look on his face as he positions his foot down on the ground and turns his whole body to him. "Can I ask you something?"
"You already did," Hongjoong snorts when Wooyoung gave him a pout, stepping at the end of his board, and caught the board in his hands. Hongjoong and Wooyoung skipped the last period of class, skateboards in their hands, and loud giggles when the alarm went off. "What's up, Woo?" Hongjoong tilts his head to the side.
Wooyoung seemed to hesitate for a minute, puffing out his chest as he mustered up the courage to gather up his words and ask, "do you want to come over to my house tomorrow?"
Hongjoong blinked at the dark-haired male, mouth dropping open from the immediate question. Wooyoung appeared flustered from his question, opening his mouth to back out before Hongjoong beat him to it. "What about your parents? I... Not to be mean but I don't want to meet them."
"It's fine, no offense taken. I wouldn't want to meet them either," Wooyoung concurred with a little chuckle, kicking his dirty shoes into the dust and rubbed the back of his head. "My dad's going off to Japan for a business meeting and my mom left on a cruise with her sister. So, it's just gonna be us... and since it's summer break tomorrow, I want to spend as much time with Hyung-ie..."
It wasn't like Hongjoong never wanted to explore Wooyoung's house, even though the boy rarely ever goes home, plus it wouldn't hurt to hang out more often with Wooyoung. He hardly gets to hang out with the younger male during school since he's constantly hiding away to smoke, so he agrees. "Sure." Hongjoong nods his head, grinning when Wooyoung's eyes brightened and tackle the older male into a hug. "And you could cook dinner, you've been doing well due to Mom's lessons."
"Mhm! Tomorrow, we could hang out with King and you could invite Aya, too." Wooyoung announces as he pulls away from Hongjoong, tipping the redhead's hat off his head earning a scowl from the older, and snatches it. "We should go rollerblading!"
"Sure, as long as you don't hold me down like last time," Hongjoong mumbled with a huff, thinking back to when they went to the rollerblade rink and Wooyoung would not let Hongjoong's arm go.
"No promises!" Wooyoung sing-songs, skating away on his board with his hands in his pockets. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." Hongjoong agrees with a little chuckle, the two skatings out the small skatepark.
* July 18th, 1980. | Friday, 3:15 PM
School had ended relatively quickly, especially for the last day of school before break. Hongjoong had asked Seonghwa if he wanted to join him and Wooyoung's hang-out at the rollerblade rink which the older agreed, claiming that he didn't want to go home.
