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ft. @ccwonuâ.
itâs HOT outside.
minghao fans himself as he trudges through the busan side-streets, the bag full of drinks and snacks weighing him down in the sticky summer heat. to be honest, he almost regrets buying so much, but he doesnât know what wonu likes and didnât want to bother calling him to ask, so EVERYTHING it is!Â
if only everything wasnât so heavy. if only wonu didnât live in the hardest place to find either. minghaoâs doing his best to follow the street signs to the inn, but itâs confusing. he feels like heâs going to get lost and have to call wonu up to come find himâwait, does he even have wonuâs number? does wonu have a phone? he makes a mental note to ask later.
somehow, he manages to find the inn without having to double back too much. minghao silently prays wonuâs got a fan set up. or two. you know what? air conditioning would be great on a day like today. heâll even take someone slipping ice cubes down the back of his shirt at this point. maybe wonu has some. humming a cheery tune under his breath, minghao goes to knock on the door only to realize itâs⌠already open. isnât this kinda dangerous?
âheeelllooooooooooo,â he calls out, cracking the door open. when no one responds, minghao shrugs and enters anyway. open doors mean âwelcomeâ anyway, donât they? âwonu?â he remembers his friend telling him the inn doesnât have a lot of rooms, but minghao canât remember which one is supposed to his. âi brought snacks! youâre not hiding from me, are you?â he could always search⌠instead, minghao sinks down to the floor and opens up a can of iced tea.Â
eh, wonu will find him at some point. for now, heâs got to cool down.










