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Its 5AM when Junhui’s obnoxiously loud alarm goes off and he gets up in record speed to shut it off immediately. Wonwoo had only been sleeping for two hours and Junhui didn’t want to wake the younger after fighting teeth and nail to finally get him to shut off the computer and sleep. One more game, I promise, he remembers Wonwoo’s plea when he went to fetch him from Seungcheol’s room. Seungcheol was already dead to the world by then and how the leader could sleep with Wonwoo’s loud clicking and angry typing barely one metre away from him is something beyond comprehensible to Junhui.
He has an individual schedule today—some kind of photoshoot for a fashion brand that Junhui can’t really make the name out. It was something in French, he recalls Minghao scolding him the night before as the younger drilled him with his pronunciations so he doesn’t make a fool of himself during the behind-the-scenes interview. Minghao even drilled him with angles, expressions and poses he should do for a fashion photoshoot. His agitation must’ve caught Wonwoo, since the rapper butted in unprovoked and said “my Junnie will look good no matter what pose he does”. In which it earned the both of them an eye roll from Minghao.
He carefully leaves his bed and tip-toes out of his bedroom to head to the bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he was glad he had decided (forced by Minghao, again) to add in that extra step of exfoliating and wearing eye patches last night because his skin actually looked presentable and he’s sure the make-up artists will be delighted as well since they would have an easier time doing his makeup.
He takes a quick shower, forgoing washing his hair since it’ll be sprayed with God knows how many cans of hairspray later on. Within 20 or so minutes, Junhui was already in the outfit that he had laid out and hung in the bathroom the night before. Just a simple oversized grey hoodie and black slim fit pants, nothing special.
When he exits the bathroom, he catches the clock on the wall. 5:33AM. He had a good 30 minutes before he has to be downstairs and in the van with the manager to take him to the photoshoot venue.
Junhui wanders over to the kitchen area, thinking that a light breakfast should suffice. He doubts that there’ll be a chance for him to eat first once he’s there at the venue—probably would be shoved into hair and makeup immediately after brief introductions.
Making breakfast, it reminded him of his trainee days where he would be the first one to wake up and prepare it for the members who were still going to school back then. He remembers Wonwoo being one of the members who was notorious for leaving the dorms without eating properly and he still remembers awkwardly approaching Wonwoo in his broken Korean to ask the younger to eat breakfast before he left. He was thankful for Soonyoung back then who would boisterously drag Wonwoo back into the dorm by his backpack and shove a slice of toast in his mouth. Eat. Junnie took the time to prepare us food, Soonyoung had scolded.
Back then, they had shared one whole dorm with all 13 members. The lack of space never bothered Junhui, unlike the others' complaints. He quite enjoyed being constantly surrounded and having company. He loved them like brothers already even from back then. Seeing how they now have three dorms with each member having their own separate room makes Junhui’s heart flutter a little seeing how much they’ve all grown together as a group.
He nibbles on his slice of toast with bitter orange jam quietly as he leans on his elbows on the kitchen counter and stare off into the empty living room. There were pieces of clothing strewn on the couch—no doubt either Jihoon’s or Hansol’s. He takes a mental note to remind them later to clean up properly.
Halfway into his toast, he hears his bedroom door swing open and a sleepy Wonwoo shuffle out, rubbing at his eyes and his hair atrocious.
“Wonu?” Junhui calls for the younger, swallowing the bit of toast he was chewing on. “Why are you awake? You’ve barely slept.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he replies softly, a little sulk in his tone of voice as he approaches Junhui at the kitchen counter and takes a seat on one of the barstools across from the older.
“You’ve only slept for two hours,” Junhui purses his lips, finishing the last bit of his toast and puts the plate in the sink. He takes a quick chug of the glass of water beside him and also places that in the sink. “You have a day off today, you deserve the sleep.”
Wonwoo eyes him from head to toe, his face a little puffy from the brief sleep. “I wanted to see you off.”
Junhui scrunches his nose and laughs. Sleepy Wonwoo had always been the cutest Wonwoo.
“I’ll be back by lunch time, silly,” Junhui says as he walks around to where Wonwoo is sitting and stops beside the younger, placing his hands on Wonwoo’s shoulder and leans down to place a kiss onto the top of Wonwoo’s head.
A phone call catches the both of them by surprise and Junhui quickly reaches for the phone going off in his pocket. It was their manager and it was already 5:55AM.
“The car and the manager is already downstairs,” Junhui says, ending the call and pocketing his phone again. He quickly sprints to his bedroom to grab his bag so he can finally head out.
Wonwoo also gets up from his seat and he follows Junhui to the front door to put his shoes on.
“Have a good day at work,” Wonwoo smiles, placing a light kiss onto Junhui’s lips before opening the door for the older. “I’m going to pester manager hyung to send me videos of you at the shoot. Even the ugly ones.”
Junhui only scoffs, returning Wonwoo’s kiss as well as he bids his good bye to Wonwoo. Wonwoo only returns inside the dorm when he makes sure that Junhui has made his way to the elevators and disappears.
When the door slams shut behind him and he makes his way back to Junhui’s bedroom to finally sleep, he hears two teasing remarks directed at him coming from the two heads that pop out of Jihoon’s bedroom.
“Aw don’t look so sad Wonu,” Jihoon jeers with bed hair so atrocious.
“Aw is little Wonu sad that Junnie has to go away on his own?” Soonyoung also joins in. “I didn’t know you were this soft, Jeon Wonwoo. Kiss me too please.” He makes the grossest kissy faces that Wonwoo has ever seen in his entire life.
Wonwoo flips both of them off and the two laugh before disappearing back into Jihoon’s room again.
Wonwoo dives back into the covers and pillows of Junhui’s bed and tries to sleep off the time until Junhui returns from his schedule.