having known hwitaek for a long time now the teen knew the exact date that his hyungs birthday fell on by heart now. he also knew what he should get his hyung and had been thinking on it for a while now. the older male has always held a special place in hyunjoons heart. Another older brother that he looks up too and someone he has trusted for years now. an odd thing for hyunjoon as he doesn’t typically trust anyone, not as much as he does hwitaek, at least.
he didn’t notify hwitaek that he was coming, not text to be like hey I’m on the way, no he just decided to drop by. A random hour of the day, taking the risk that hwitaek isn’t even home as he wanted it to be a surprise.
The box in his hands was heavy but he was determined to get it to his hyung. a double layered cake, his hyungs favorite flavor, decorated with some fruit and a simple ‘happy birthday’ on top. a cake of his own making. Of course he would make it. along side the cake was card, store bought with the cheesy note. simply signed from hyunjoon. But it’s what was with the card that mattered. The teen has never been good with gifts which is why he decided to make something rather lame—cheesy.
In the card we’re ten ‘hug vouchers’. a joke really, as hyunjoon tends to hug hwitaek more often than other people, but he still puts up a fuss. These vouchers stated his hyung could use one and hyunjoon would hug him how ever long he wanted with no complaint. the box was finished off with a stuffed animal that he had thought was really cute, and that his hyung might like.
hwitaek wasn’t the least bit phased when he arrived in his apartment and realized he wasn’t the last person in it. it was either hyunjoon or yongsun. they were the only two with the passcode. it was always possible someone else got in, but when he saw the box on the table, he doubted a robber would leave something instead of taking something.
hwitaek made his way over to the box, opening it easily just in case. he could have cried from the sight of the cake and he knew it was hyunjoon. it looked homemade, but in a good way. hyunjoon didn’t hide the fact he could cook, but he didn’t talk about his baking. he knew the other was a big softy.
he grabbed a fork and started biting into the cake like the heathen he was as he reached for the card. he carefully undid the packaging. he could have cried. actually, he did cry. it was embarrassing that he was crying over a coupon book for free hugs, but he knew how much hyunjoon hated hugs (or said he did), but to hwitaek, it meant a lot.
he pulled out his phone and texted the other.
{ / ✉ to “my son” } for a second i was tempted to demand all 10 right coupons right now
{ / ✉ to “my son” } i’m going to savor these
{ / ✉ to “my son” } use them when you least expect it
{ / ✉ to “my son” } i’ll be like a hug ninja with my hug coupons
{ / ✉ to “my son” } i knew you loved me
