Behind These Closed Doors | Rawoong/Ravnwoong

"I hate you." He simply said, unable to express his rage in a better way as they were squeezing each other.

Youngjo slightly laughed. He laughed. Hwanwoong was even more angry as he repeated those three words again, making the other outrightly laugh right after. "Oh, Hwanwoong-ah..."

His soft, raspy voice was all the main dancer needed to openly start crying. He would have never done something like that with anyone who wasn't Youngjo. He would have never felt as safe to express his emotions with anyone else in the world except for the oldest. He didn't know why, but he knew Youngjo would have never judged him, he would have never tried to tell him to man up and to be strong and to stop whining because he was like that. He would have just understood him.

Youngjo was a comfort zone.

It has been a month since Youngjo has left ONEUS, since Hwanwoong hasn't heard from the oldest at all. He comes back to their dorm after flying back from Japan with the other members. He needs a moment alone, and he doesn't expect to meet Youngjo of all people there and discover something very important.