⋆ it is barely light when his phone rings from his bedside and he has to wince at the sound filling the quiet room, and probably the dorm itself. everyone is asleep, besides one or two of the boys.
he himself has only drifted into sleep only a few hours ago, two maybe if he had been lucky. but he is still groggy as he answers the phone, whispering out for the other person to give him a second.
he manages to get out of his room and into his kitchen to get a water, croaking out a reply. “hey, sorry, i had to get out of my room before i talked or i would’ve woken up the guys.”
haneul goes to down the water, looking at the id to find it was taehyun.
it could be because he just woke up, but his body seems to heat up at the realization that it is him. or it could be the cold air from the air conditioning hitting him, dressed lightly and out of blankets for the first time in hours.
he knows the truth behind it is nothing more than hormones and a tired mind jumping to conclusions. taehyun is definitely one of the more attractive guys he has known, and they use to be much closer than they are these days—emotionally, at least. they’ve been physically close the last few times haneul has forced the other into hanging out. mostly meaning they’ve kissed.
deep down he knows he should be concerned. but most of his relationships have gotten to this strange level of sexuality since october.
but, for now, he is barely awake, unfocused on on much of reality. momentarily though, he does worry, anxiety bubbling up because what if this is an emergency and he has a whole fucking boner, like some weird straight guy.
“hey, are you…like okay? why are you calling me so early?”
it could be easy. he thinks in a frantic train of thought that starts running wild before it crashes. it used to be easy to just talk to the other. about anything, about everything. just let the words be, trace them in front of their wondering faces when the darkness overtook the sky. it really came easy back then, when life seemed effortlessly padded for them to bounce around the edges. however, taehyun’s balloon popped a few years ago. and he is now a grown up kid who thinks baloons are stupid, long talks are stupid and feelings are even more stupid.
so he sucks in a breath, if there were any words he wanted to say, they were cut short with a simple chuckle. “why wouldn’t i be?” he replies after a three seconds longer than needed pause. his hand brushes the bangs away from his face, and the morning air helps. “you know where i am?” he asks with a voice so soft and tender it even makes himself jump surprised. maybe it was nostalgia after all. just like siwon, just like eunseo, just like everybody. maybe after all, taehyun want them all back.
“i know it’s like, crack ass in the morning but,” he begins and has to bite his own damn tongue or else he’d be stuttering. his hand clutches on the device pressed against his ear as eh continues. “remember the old studio? where we met?” that was the most cliché, cheesy rom-com movie line ever, but how else would he describe the building. “now it’s like a combo of a noodle place and a sex shop. but the rooftop’s still open.” he hopes haneul gets the hint, that rooftop was where seoul finally had a shape, a reason to be. “maybe i’m just…nostalgic but it’d be great if you’d come to see the sunrise. just…for good old day’s fucking sake. what do you think?”