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Today is Weak Hero Homecoming GV, and no, Hyunwook definitely has not been staring at his calendar for the past few days. His hands are clammy and jittery in the car. There’s something about meeting his Jihoon-hyung tonight.
Hyunwook arrives at the venue quite early. A busy chatter of staff is filling the room, he sees some familiar faces here and there.
While waiting for his makeup to be done, Hyunwook finds himself scrolling through social media for the tenth time today. It has become quite a habit for him now, especially when the Weak Hero Class 2 promotion started. He just likes being informative, okay.
Not that he is jealous, everybody can freely upload the behind the scene photos. His thumbs hovering on someone post,
: What if Hyunwook is not coming tonight?
He mentally scoffed, that’s ridiculous! Of course he’s coming. What made them think that? He saw enough ‘Hyunwook fight back.’ He had enough.
“Choi Hyunwook! It’s nice seeing you here,” greets someone from his back. Startled in surprise, Hyunwook quickly flipped his phone down to the table. Lee Junyoung.
With his stupidly handsome grin and glasses sits too nicely on his face.
“Hello, Hyung,” Hyunwook greets back. The older man let out a hefty laugh, “You look good tonight, what an occasion?”
Hyunwook blushes. His heart beating too fast for his liking. Did Junyoung realize he put an itty bitty extra effort to look good tonight? “Just feels like it, Hyung,” Hyunwook mumbles in response. He thoughtfully fawned himself. He is not being obvious, isn’t he?
These damn earrings give it away, theorize Hyunwook. He subconsciously rubbes his ear accessories. Contemplating should just leave them here at the desk.
“Hyunwookie, you are here.”
That’s it. That’s the sound of wedding bells. The sound of angel giggling. Hyunwook can feel a thousand kilo light-years from where he is sitting, fairies are born.
Jihoon is standing behind Junyoung, he looks unfairly handsome. He clothed in white tee with a big graphic on it, topped it over with black jacket. Jihoon can wear a damn plastic bag and Hyunwook will worship the ground he walks on. The blush is coming back to his face without him realizing it, and Hyunwook can never be more grateful to the makeup artist for putting a blush earlier on.
“Right, I’m going to leave you guys two to catch up! See you later.” As if right on cue, Junyoung leaves both of them alone. His steps light and giddy exit the dressing room.
The dressing room feels ten times smaller. The air around them feels almost suffocating, Hyunwook covers his back of neck nervously. All of the conversation ideas he planned at his apartment vanishes just like that. How are you? Have you eaten? Have you — “I don’t know your ears are pierced” says the light of Hyunwook life. Hyunwook's mouth opens, his brain short recruits, “It’s a clip on.”
“Oh.”
Hyunwook's fingers rubbed on the earring again. He should just leave them at home.
“Keep it on. It looks good on you,” muffles Jihoon. His face facing away from Hyunwook, the floor of the dressing room seems a thousand more interesting than the younger man in front of him.
Hyunwook blushes, again. He is going to win the world record for the blushed man alive by this night. Is it humanly possible to blush this much?
And just like that, the earrings stay on Hyunwook’s ear.
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The entire time GV, Hyunwook tries to keep his composure in check. His favourite human being just sits near to him. As much as Hyunwook wants to keep staring at Jihoon whenever the man opens his mouth, he still has to listen to the question.
The distance between them can’t be more than 30 centimeters, but it feels too far for Hyunwook. He needs to feel Jihoon’s radiating warmth. He needs both of their shoulders, thighs, knees touching.
It’s not enough.
Especially while his hyung looks this beautiful. Hyunwook adores how passionate Jihoon tells a story about his character. His eyes glint beautifully under the room’s lights, how sincere he sounds when he says he is grateful for this project in many ways.
So, when Jihoon says Suho is Sieun’s first love. Hyunwook's heart explodes.
“It’s like you keep looking for your friends subconsciously.. For Sieun, it’s kind of like a first love,*” Jihoon says with so much thought, care.
“The first love next to you is smiling,*” chimes the interviewer.
Hyunwook can’t help it. His cheek hurts, so, so, good.
He can feel Jihoon’s stare heavy on him. And somehow, the burden on his shoulder just disappeared. All of that night Hyunwook spends alone hidden in a promotional sight feels worth it. When they played the characters, it felt like a second skins. Suho and Sieun are easy to love.
The idea of loving Sieun, Jihoon, is so easy that it’s politely slipped in Hyunwook's mind. Quitely rummaging furniture in his head, making its way home in Suho, Hyunwook, heart.
At some point, the interviewer asks him how Hyunwook shaped the Suho character, Hyunwook almost feels like confessing.
“Honestly? They just came out naturally when I saw Sieun*,” he lets out a breathy laugh.
Indeed, loving Sieun is just as easy as breathing. It doesn’t take rocket science nor a chemistry lesson to prove that.
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Earlier that night…
“He looks good, isn’t he?” teased Junyoung. He and Jihoon are standing near the dressing room. Hyunwook seems not aware of another men presence with how focused he is on his phone. “W-What?” asked Jihoon in suprised. His cheek reddened in response.
“You’re staring, Jihoon-ah,” Junyoung's smirk only grew wider with how Jihoon flustered in return. “I’m not staring!” and his voice didn’t rise an octave higher, either.
Jihoon stole another glance of Hyunwook’s back. His broad shoulders are emphasized with the leather jacket he currently wears. And the earrings. The earrings didn't make it any better. The thing about Hyunwook, he can make everything look good. Hyunwook always has this raw, rough, and masculine aura hover wherever he goes. Tonight the bad boy-ish look makes it like cherry on top.
“Whatever makes you happy. Why can’t you just say hi? I thought you missed him,” asked Junyoung. Jihoon pouted, “He is always on his damn phone.” See, he doesn’t even look at me.
“Yah. How can he see you if you are only moping in here?”
Shit, did Jihoon say that out loud?
“Well, I’m going to say hi. You coming?” declared Junyoung, both of his hands are in pocket.
“Wait!”