1 part Complete Mature"You're drunk again," Wooyoung's voice was thick, trembling. Hongjoong didn't need to look to know that his eyes were red, tears pooling at the edges. "You said you'd be home earlier. I waited-again. Until seven in the fucking morning."
Hongjoong sighed, long and heavy, as he tossed his keys onto the cluttered kitchen counter. He didn't even bother to respond. He didn't have the energy for this, not tonight. Or maybe it was every night.