𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 | woosan

four

four.
a special delivery

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"Wooyoung... Wooyoung..." A cleanly dressed Hongjoong was standing beside the soldier's bed, rapidly patting his shoulder in hopes to wake him up. "Hey Woo!" He finally yelled, moving his hand to roughly grab the soldier's ear. Wooyoung started to whine, his painful cries only growing in volume as he quickly gained consciousness.

"Ow ow ow! I'm up, Joong! I'm up!" He mewled groggily through voice cracks, trying to bat Hongjoong's hand away from his ear as the older male pulled him by the reddened lobe. When Wooyoung sat upright, Hongjoong finally let go of his ear and allowed the young boy to start rubbing it furiously. "What was that for? Couldn't you be a little nicer?"

"I have been nice for five minutes!" Hongjoong sighed, rolling up the sleeve of his tan overcoat to read his wristwatch. "But the fact is you sleep like a rock, Woo. How did you even manage to make it to morning training on time?"

He outstretched his arms for Wooyoung to take, the half asleep male latching onto them dejectedly. Hongjoong hauled him out from under the covers, only for the soldier to flop back down the moment he stood up.

"My dormmates always woke me up." Wooyoung groaned, rubbing his eyes and watching through the circular motions as Hongjoong placed his suitcase on a dresser and popped it open.

The soldier could only watch dazedly as Hongjoong chose his outfit like a mother, face wrinkling in slight distaste at the idea of beginning another day.

"Don't scowl at me. We don't have time to deal with these things." Hongjoong reprimanded, handing Wooyoung his clothes before exiting the bedroom.

Reluctantly, the soldier slipped into a light green button up shirt over a brown vest paired with a darker brown pair of pants. Wooyoung didn't feel like rummaging around for a matching tie, so he opted to stylishly pop the collar and roll his sleeves up as usual.

Hongjoong reentered the room with a comb, wearing a fedora propped fashionably on the back of his platinum blonde head.

Wooyoung took the comb thankfully, quickly sweeping through his hair before quisking out of the bedroom. He threw the comb back at Hongjoong, who was patiently waiting by the door with his shoes on.

"So, what's the rush? Why'd you decide to wake me up at..." Wooyoung began, trailing off as he looked around Hongjoong's clean apartment for a clock. Yet he couldn't find one.

"6:25 am." Hongjoong suddenly replied and caused Wooyoung's mouth to open as he shoved his foot ungracefully into a dress shoe.

"6:25 am?" The soldier repeated astonishedly, messily tying the laces before beginning to slip on the other shoe. It wrinkled from how forceful Wooyoung was trying to put it on. "And here I was, thinking this break meant no more early wake up calls."

"It would've been, sleeping beauty. If only you hadn't been so insistent on getting a job at the cabaret to appease Yeosang." Hongjoong responded, handing Wooyoung his hat and leading him out of the apartment complex.

"What job requires me to wake up at 6:25 in the morning?" He whined, sluggishly trailing Hongjoong down the stairs.

"Well, Mingi and I talked it over before dinner where to fit you in and we both decided you could become a part of the management staff as our assistant." Hongjoong responded, picking up speed as they neared the bottom of the many stair flights. "An assistant?" Wooyoung gaped in shock.

He was getting what was commonly lady's job?

"Yes, an assistant." Hongjoong nodded, walking chipperly to the building's exit and throwing the door wide open for Wooyoung to catch. "The job shouldn't be too hard for you — you're doing great already."