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writetomyheart2022-04-30 10:49 pm
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[team four] at night
Sorry for being so late! ;;
I was trying to finish this in between work and exams but I failed, haha.
Closing his eyes before opening them again, Sangwoo realizes there is no difference between having them open or not. So with his eyes open, Sangwoo still grasps blindly in the darkness, Sangwoo tries to locate his phone. His hand almost knocks over the glass of water that always is placed to the left on his nightstand, but now for some reason, it was on the right side. Grumbling, he finds his phone to the left and presses the side button once to activate the screen.
03:12.
Sangwoo lets out a quiet groan, drops the phone back onto the nightstand, and rolls onto his left side. For a second he wonders why he woke up, but he’s quickly reminded why when his front door opens. At first, by instinct, Sangwoo is alarmed. His heart is racing in his chest, eyes widening, and he briefly wonders if he should call the cops, hand ready to lunge for the phone again. But then the cluttering noise of suitcase wheels and a familiar sneeze calms him down almost instantly. Sangwoo’s brain needs a couple of seconds before it decides that it’s not fight-or-flight time.
It’s Jaeyoung returning to South Korea from France. Jaeyoung spends most of his time in France, and they don’t see each other as often now as they did when Jaeyoung still was in university, but they still manage. Since Jaeyoung only is in town a couple of times a year, he doesn’t have a place of his own anymore, so he usually stays with Sangwoo. Occasionally he’ll stay with Hyeongtaek or Yuna. The apartment next to Sangwoo’s, that Jaeyoung used to live in, is rented out to an elderly lady who Sangwoo helps with grocery shopping twice a month, in return for a homemade dinner once a month. She has tried to slip him 50 000 won several times, but Sangwoo doesn’t want her money.
Sangwoo considers getting up to greet Jaeyoung but it’s in the middle of the fucking night, he’s sleepy, and he’s got classes tomorrow. Sure, Sangwoo hasn’t seen Jaeyoung in person for almost five months, but they’ve skyped a lot. Besides, Jaeyoung’ll probably crawl into bed with him after he’s had a shower. He knows better than anyone that Sangwoo won’t accept anyone in his bed with plane germs all over him. If Jaeyoung spends too long lounging on the sofa before he heads for a shower, Sangwoo will get up and nag.
His eyelids are so heavy, and his bed is so warm and nice. Sangwoo falls asleep to the soft sounds of Jaeyoung moving in his living room.
Sangwoo jerks awake, his body pulling him into an upright position. His warm duvet falls down from his shoulders. For a brief second, Sangwoo wonders what year it is, who he is, and how he ended up in this place before his brain helpfully supplies that he’s still in his bed and it’s still night. Sangwoo’s about to lie down again when he realizes that he’s still alone in his bed. He’s not supposed to be, his brain insists.
His apartment is quiet. The only sound audible to Sangwoo is his own breathing. He listens for noises from the bathroom, noises from the shower, and noises from the living room but hears none. Frowning, Sangwoo reaches out for his phone again.
04:43.
Did Jaeyoung leave?
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alchemicink, you're up ^^
I was trying to finish this in between work and exams but I failed, haha.
Closing his eyes before opening them again, Sangwoo realizes there is no difference between having them open or not. So with his eyes open, Sangwoo still grasps blindly in the darkness, Sangwoo tries to locate his phone. His hand almost knocks over the glass of water that always is placed to the left on his nightstand, but now for some reason, it was on the right side. Grumbling, he finds his phone to the left and presses the side button once to activate the screen.
03:12.
Sangwoo lets out a quiet groan, drops the phone back onto the nightstand, and rolls onto his left side. For a second he wonders why he woke up, but he’s quickly reminded why when his front door opens. At first, by instinct, Sangwoo is alarmed. His heart is racing in his chest, eyes widening, and he briefly wonders if he should call the cops, hand ready to lunge for the phone again. But then the cluttering noise of suitcase wheels and a familiar sneeze calms him down almost instantly. Sangwoo’s brain needs a couple of seconds before it decides that it’s not fight-or-flight time.
It’s Jaeyoung returning to South Korea from France. Jaeyoung spends most of his time in France, and they don’t see each other as often now as they did when Jaeyoung still was in university, but they still manage. Since Jaeyoung only is in town a couple of times a year, he doesn’t have a place of his own anymore, so he usually stays with Sangwoo. Occasionally he’ll stay with Hyeongtaek or Yuna. The apartment next to Sangwoo’s, that Jaeyoung used to live in, is rented out to an elderly lady who Sangwoo helps with grocery shopping twice a month, in return for a homemade dinner once a month. She has tried to slip him 50 000 won several times, but Sangwoo doesn’t want her money.
Sangwoo considers getting up to greet Jaeyoung but it’s in the middle of the fucking night, he’s sleepy, and he’s got classes tomorrow. Sure, Sangwoo hasn’t seen Jaeyoung in person for almost five months, but they’ve skyped a lot. Besides, Jaeyoung’ll probably crawl into bed with him after he’s had a shower. He knows better than anyone that Sangwoo won’t accept anyone in his bed with plane germs all over him. If Jaeyoung spends too long lounging on the sofa before he heads for a shower, Sangwoo will get up and nag.
His eyelids are so heavy, and his bed is so warm and nice. Sangwoo falls asleep to the soft sounds of Jaeyoung moving in his living room.
Sangwoo jerks awake, his body pulling him into an upright position. His warm duvet falls down from his shoulders. For a brief second, Sangwoo wonders what year it is, who he is, and how he ended up in this place before his brain helpfully supplies that he’s still in his bed and it’s still night. Sangwoo’s about to lie down again when he realizes that he’s still alone in his bed. He’s not supposed to be, his brain insists.
His apartment is quiet. The only sound audible to Sangwoo is his own breathing. He listens for noises from the bathroom, noises from the shower, and noises from the living room but hears none. Frowning, Sangwoo reaches out for his phone again.
04:43.
Did Jaeyoung leave?
Hey
alchemicink, you're up ^^