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. November 24th, 1980. | Monday, 4:25 AM.
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"You're up quite early," Jinyoung places down his newspaper, lowering his head to peer over his reading glasses. "Where are you headed?"
"Baseball practice," Hongjoong says, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eye. "Since I can't go to practices after school because of detention, the captain said I can join their morning runs."
Jinyoung stared down at his son, the blonde standing up straight with a worried smile. "This isn't a trick to—"
"No, Dad. Just baseball practice," Hongjoong says with an eye roll, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his sweater from the hanger. "I'll be back at six to shower then head off to school."
Jinyoung merely huffs, reopening his newspaper, giving Hongjoong a slight nod to allow him to leave the house. The blonde smiles in victory, mumbling a goodbye as he opens the door.
"Your mother went out to pick up Wooyoung-ah from the hospital," Jinyoung said before the blonde could leave, turning a page of his newspaper. "Where will you sleep, Hongjoong?"
Hongjoong gripped the doorknob, "I thought he was arriving later in the afternoon?"
"Hm?" He hums. "They called to pick him up this morning. He wanted to leave." Hongjoong opens the door hastily, closing it shut without giving his father a single response. "I wonder where he's going to sleep." Jinyoung mutters, turning the page of his newspaper.
Hongjoong arrives at the park a few minutes late, stumbling sleepily toward his teammates as they greet him with hard pats on his shoulders. It was already hard waking up at four, pressing the snooze on his alarm clock, so the aggressive shoulder pats only made him want to run back home.
Hongjoong shrugs off his sweater, dropping his bag onto the ground beside the bag of water bottles. He sighs in tiredness, knowing his body will hate him for the rest of the week from running with his teammates.
"Hyung!" Hongjoong picks up his head from tying his shoes, turning around to see Changho running towards him. The black-haired male wrapped a heavy arm around Hongjoong's shoulder, bringing the blonde into his side. "I didn't know you were on the baseball team? It's so good to see you!"
"Y-Yeah, I joined pretty late," Hongjoong replies, chuckling nervously as the taller male kept him trapped under his arm. "What are you doing here, though? Aren't you on our rival team?"
Changho chuckles, "Yeah, I know. But none of my teammates wake up this early to jog, so I tagged along with these guys."
Hongjoong manages a small smile at the younger male, knowing that Changho has always been one of the most outgoing, friendly types of guys, so he wasn't surprised that Changho could fit himself anywhere without sticking out like a sore thumb.
