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 23rd, 1980. | Wednesday, 9:30 AM.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Hongjoong, you've been in your room for four days already! Come on out," Jihye said behind Hongjoong's closed door, knocking on the door then sighs. "Jinyoung, he won't come out!"
Hongjoong groaned through his pillow, lying face down as he waited for his mother to leave. The minute Hongjoong arrived home from Wooyoung's place, he ran straight to his room without greeting his parents and locked himself until his parents realized he was home.
"Jihye, just leave him alone. He's having one of his moments," Jinyoung yells from the living room, flipping through the channels until he landed on one that he could enjoy.
Jihye sighs in defeat, glaring at the stairs as if her husband could feel her wrath before she turns to the door and frowns. "Joongie, if you come out, you could eat your lunch I made you. You haven't eaten since you came home, I'm worried for you."
"No!" Jihye heard through the door, frowning more from Hongjoong's response. "Go away, Mom!"
Jihye inhales sharply before nodding, not that Hongjoong could see, and softly says, "alright. Your food will be outside your door. I love you, Joongie." There was no response and she only turns and walks away, going down the stairs to grab Hongjoong's food and leave it at his door as she promised. She has no idea why Hongjoong would lock himself up in his room like this, he would usually complain about whatever was bothering him when he arrived home, so it wasn't like him to shut himself off. "Your food is outside, Joongie." Jihye said as she knocked twice, placing the plate on the ground and then leaves from his bedroom door and downstairs to sulk next to Jinyoung.
Hongjoong waited a few minutes until the coast was clear and opened his door, snatching the plate of food off the floor and slammed the door, locking it. Luckily, he had snuck snacks in his room while his parents slept, so he wasn't starving himself the minute he came home. He couldn't live a day without food, so he immediately began devouring his lunch until there was nothing left but crumbs.
He opens the door and leaves the empty plate on the floor, shouting that he ate the food then slams and locks his door once more. Hongjoong rushes to his bed and throws himself underneath his covers, lying face down, and screams into his pillow until he feels like he released all his anger.
He can't believe himself! Why would he proceed to make-out with Wooyoung until the sun rose? And the fact that he woke up shirtless besides Wooyoung that same afternoon made Hongjoong want to rip his hair out and puke all over the floor in disgust. He has a fucking hickey on his collarbone for fuck sakes!
Hongjoong does feel bad for sneaking out of Wooyoung's room without saying a word to him, grabbing all his things while Wooyoung slept and sprinted out of the bedroom until he bumped into Wooyoung's little brother. The kid was no older than fourteen, dressed in basketball shorts and a black T-shirt along with a hat on his head, worn backward. He was drinking orange juice from the carton and burped in Hongjoong's face before asking him what he was doing in his house.
