today, again; hoya/sungjong (2/2)
anonymous
April 23 2013, 11:12:55 UTC
“I’m sorry -” Sungjong starts to say, only to get cut off by a pile of clothes being shoved in his face.
“The sun’s pretty much up now, so hurry and get dressed, and then we can stop by McDonald’s on the way back into town.”
Sungjong scowls as he stands up to pull on his boxers and pants. Although he’s feeling a lot more stable now, his stomach is still roiling in protest.
“Don’t look at me like that, we both know you’ll be starving by the time we get back to the car,” Hoya says with a grin, dusting the dirt off of his track pants.
“You know that I hate McDonald’s,” Sungjong replies with as much stony dignity as he can muster. Hoya simply snorts as Sungjong finishes tugging his sweater over his head.
“Right, I forgot that you need coffee in order to fully return to human state. I guess we’ll stop by Starbucks first.” Hoya reaches out to ruffle Sungjong’s hair and Sungjong huffs, grabbing Hoya’s hand and linking their fingers together instead.
Hoya’s face splits into a grin and Sungjong smiles back, swinging their joined hands slightly as they head back in the direction of Hoya’s car. The sun filters through the trees, dappling the path they’re taking. Around them the forest is slowly coming to life, and Sungjong inhales a deep breath of pine-scented air. He still feels unsteady, exhausted to the very core of his being, but his stomach is already starting to rumble with the telltale signs of hunger. Traitor.
Hoya starts to hum a song - most likely one of the atrocious rap monstrosities he always insists on playing in the car - and by the distant look on his face Sungjong can tell that he’s choreographing in his head again. His hand holding Sungjong’s starts the move slightly with whatever moves Hoya is planning out, and Sungjong opens his mouth to make a joke, except -
“Thank you.”
The words tumble out before Sungjong can really think about it, and he feels himself flushing immediately afterwards. There are so many other things he could have said, should have said, instead (I’m sorry for whining, I’m sorry for being weak, I’m sorry for everything you had to go through and that I couldn’t have been there for you) but an oversimplified expression of gratitude comes out instead. Sungjong bites his lip, free hand curling into a fist at his side. He’s embarrassed, but Hoya smiles, freeing his hand from Sungjong’s in order to wrap his arm around Sungjong’s shoulder and pull him closer.
“You’re welcome, princess,” Hoya says easily and Sungjong whips his head around to glare at him.
“I told you to stop calling me that!” Sungjong protests sharply. He can tell that his cheeks are now bright red, he can feel the warmth, and he ducks out of Hoya’s hold indignantly. “You better be glad I like you. Anyone else would be dead right now.”
Hoya just laughs, following Sungjong off the path and into the patch of gravel that serves as the parking lot for the trails in this area, the two of them looking like nothing more than friends out for an early morning jog. Not that there’s anyone else around to see - Hoya’s slightly rundown Civic is the only car there.
“Come on,” Hoya says as he fishes for his keys and unlocks the doors. “Let’s go get you your Starbucks and McDonald’s so we can get back in time for your 11am class.”
“We’re not getting McDonald’s,” Sungjong shoots back, pulling open the passenger door. As he gets in, he makes sure to avoid stepping on any of the rap CDs littering the floor and tosses the oversized purple hoodie (Hoya’s) that he’d left on the seat earlier into the back.
“Sure thing, princess.”
“Fuck you.”
cries i'm sorry instead of focusing on the wolf part of werewolf, i wanted to explore them as people and the dynamics of their relationship?? overall i think i just ended up making a mess though ahahahaha sorry ;w; p.s. i imagined sungjong saying the last line with his signature ~~~smile~~~ c:
“The sun’s pretty much up now, so hurry and get dressed, and then we can stop by McDonald’s on the way back into town.”
Sungjong scowls as he stands up to pull on his boxers and pants. Although he’s feeling a lot more stable now, his stomach is still roiling in protest.
“Don’t look at me like that, we both know you’ll be starving by the time we get back to the car,” Hoya says with a grin, dusting the dirt off of his track pants.
“You know that I hate McDonald’s,” Sungjong replies with as much stony dignity as he can muster. Hoya simply snorts as Sungjong finishes tugging his sweater over his head.
“Right, I forgot that you need coffee in order to fully return to human state. I guess we’ll stop by Starbucks first.” Hoya reaches out to ruffle Sungjong’s hair and Sungjong huffs, grabbing Hoya’s hand and linking their fingers together instead.
Hoya’s face splits into a grin and Sungjong smiles back, swinging their joined hands slightly as they head back in the direction of Hoya’s car. The sun filters through the trees, dappling the path they’re taking. Around them the forest is slowly coming to life, and Sungjong inhales a deep breath of pine-scented air. He still feels unsteady, exhausted to the very core of his being, but his stomach is already starting to rumble with the telltale signs of hunger. Traitor.
Hoya starts to hum a song - most likely one of the atrocious rap monstrosities he always insists on playing in the car - and by the distant look on his face Sungjong can tell that he’s choreographing in his head again. His hand holding Sungjong’s starts the move slightly with whatever moves Hoya is planning out, and Sungjong opens his mouth to make a joke, except -
“Thank you.”
The words tumble out before Sungjong can really think about it, and he feels himself flushing immediately afterwards. There are so many other things he could have said, should have said, instead (I’m sorry for whining, I’m sorry for being weak, I’m sorry for everything you had to go through and that I couldn’t have been there for you) but an oversimplified expression of gratitude comes out instead. Sungjong bites his lip, free hand curling into a fist at his side. He’s embarrassed, but Hoya smiles, freeing his hand from Sungjong’s in order to wrap his arm around Sungjong’s shoulder and pull him closer.
“You’re welcome, princess,” Hoya says easily and Sungjong whips his head around to glare at him.
“I told you to stop calling me that!” Sungjong protests sharply. He can tell that his cheeks are now bright red, he can feel the warmth, and he ducks out of Hoya’s hold indignantly. “You better be glad I like you. Anyone else would be dead right now.”
Hoya just laughs, following Sungjong off the path and into the patch of gravel that serves as the parking lot for the trails in this area, the two of them looking like nothing more than friends out for an early morning jog. Not that there’s anyone else around to see - Hoya’s slightly rundown Civic is the only car there.
“Come on,” Hoya says as he fishes for his keys and unlocks the doors. “Let’s go get you your Starbucks and McDonald’s so we can get back in time for your 11am class.”
“We’re not getting McDonald’s,” Sungjong shoots back, pulling open the passenger door. As he gets in, he makes sure to avoid stepping on any of the rap CDs littering the floor and tosses the oversized purple hoodie (Hoya’s) that he’d left on the seat earlier into the back.
“Sure thing, princess.”
“Fuck you.”
cries i'm sorry instead of focusing on the wolf part of werewolf, i wanted to explore them as people and the dynamics of their relationship?? overall i think i just ended up making a mess though ahahahaha sorry ;w; p.s. i imagined sungjong saying the last line with his signature ~~~smile~~~ c:
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