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MILK

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"Here we are, Home sweet home!"

Wooyoung watched as a house came into view outside the car window. He felt his mouth go agape as he picked it apart with his eyes. The home was big, almost mansion-like in the teens eyes. Although he did doubt wether it was actually large, or if he was just not used to something of the size. His house was small after all, so in comparison you might be able to call San's house a mansion even if in reality it was just sightly larger than normal

It however did not look normal though, not to Wooyoung at least. It was stunning, built out of red brick that had been painted over with white. It must have been done quite some time ago as the original colour was able to shine through massive chips in the paint, giving it some character and charm to its rather mundane appearance. There were numerous houses next to it, but somehow it managed to stand out in this family neighbourhood. His apartment was quite different, being placed in an area with the same cookie cutter buildings

There was a mature tree out in front of the home, with many more plants decorating the surrounding land. The was fascinating to Wooyoung, as his building was not very green. It "looked like a factory", as one of his cousins had put it. While he had never thought where he had lived was particularly pretty, he had believed the wording of "factory" to be rather harsh

Yet after seeing San's house, he could agree more with his cousin. There was a homey feeling to the place that his residence surely lacked. Wooyoung remained silent as they pulled up the driveway, too distracted by the beautiful vines that covered the outer walls. His pupils traced over them, his hand raising to do the same until he heard a chuckle from next to him

"You gonna come in? Or are you okay with just watching?"

Wooyoung felt his face heat up at San's words, sheepishly getting out of the car. He had already been nervous enough on the ride there, but now he felt like he was going to throw up. San however seemed to have no anxiety whatsoever, giddily grabbing Wooyoung's hand as he dragged [well, dragged might be harsh, but Wooyoung's wrist definitely was getting a good tug] up the driveway

With failing arms, he stumbled after the taller boy, following as willingly as he could in the direction of his arm. The direction, or path rather, was up that of three wooden steps that lead to a porch. The younger stood on the steps as San paused and unlocked the tall black door, his fingers still wrapped tightly around Wooyoung's lower arm. Upon hearing a click, the door flew open. Looking down, he watched as San's hand let go of his own, stepping away as a signal that he could go in

"Go on~"

Wooyoung entered the house, San following close behind. Closing and door behind them, the two boys took off their shoes, placing them neatly with other foot wear in the entryway. Once his boots were off, Wooyoung stepped further into the house. He was timid, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. He was a guest after all

"Go ahead into the kitchen, m'just locking the door."

San smiled at Wooyoung, pointing down the corridor as to tell him where to go. Although weary, the younger nodded, feeling he had no right to disregard the other boys instructions. With a turn, he began walking down the hallway with light steps. His eyes took in his surroundings as he walked, and he was left with only one feeling; he didn't belong here