@90yoda:
To say that Sanggil barely had time to exist these days would probably be the understatement of the century. With schedules piling up, from an album release to the Mama awards and a charity concert as well – it was way too much at once and to say that the soloist was burn out would be the understatement of the century. Returning once again late to his apartment he kicked off his shoes into the corner and deposited his coat on the rack, not even bothering it to hang it up in the actual closet. As he walked into his apartment he was surprised to find people on the couch. And not just any people, some of his closest friends that he hadn’t seen in so long. “Jaeho!” He exclaimed happily, bag dropping onto the arm chair as he all but threw himself into the older male’s arms. “Holy hell man, I’ve missed you!”
Jaeho didn’t really expect to meet Sanggil after this long, but Ra-il insisted that maybe this time Sanggil would be able to watch Rogue One with him. He had borrowed the DVD from his cousin (who was just as enamored about space), and after setting down the snacks and DVD on the table, the boy perked hearing the lock click. Jaeho had been reading his newspapers when he felt the strong force of Sanggil’s arms wrap around him, and he quickly put them away to return the gesture. “Finally,” he muttered quietly into Sanggil’s arms, “It’s good to see you again too.” Ra-il ran to Sanggil, eagerly hugging the man’s leg before trying to pull him towards the couch. “You said you’d watch Rogue One with me when it came out, so now I brought Rogue One to you,” he all but whined, pulling at Sanggil’s leg, “You gotta fulfil the promise now!”
