#clymenvs

Baron normally wasn’t one for heights despite where he came from so it was a surprise even to himself that he had gone up to the roof. “I um yeah I think so.” Was he okay? He had no idea. “I was suddenly feeling homesick I guess you could say so I decided to come up here to look up at the sky.” If only he could actually see the stars. “Even though being this high up kind of scares me.”

Whenever Yoojin came to the hospital now to pick up a body, he took a moment of his time to go see Baron. When he couldn't find him, he asked around and one of the nurses told him that she saw him go up to the roof a little earlier so he went there to check if he was there.

The soft huff he heard made him smile, it was rather adorable. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine but you can vent if you need to."

              ❛ Did you drop this ? ❜

[sms --> Chang oppa] It’s totally you!

[sms --> Chang oppa] I was actually more sober than you which is why I *know* its you LOL

In retrospect maybe Wonwoo should have given the other idol more warning before showing up at his home but at least he had warned the man at all. He had dropped his friend a simple text, saying that he was back in Seoul and coming over, and luckily had received a positive response before leaving the dorms with a shouted “See you later!” over his shoulder to his other members he shared the dorm with. 

He loved his members, don’t get him wrong. He saw them as brothers and would put his life on the line for them, would do so without a thought, but when around them there was a part of himself that always had to be an act. They didn’t know what he really was, that he was a vampire, while Wooseok did. They had bonded over it, over the pair of them not being human, and it was nice to spend time with someone who could understand the stresses of both idol life and hiding such a big secret at the same time.

Wonwoo shifted his messenger bag over his shoulder as he approached Wooseok’s door, reaching up to ruffle his hair a little before knocking to make his presence known. He cleared his throat, shifting from one foot to the other, and was giving his friend a smile when they opened the door.

“Are you ready to have your ass beat at Tekken?”

“W-what did you say?” He looks at him in surprise unable to hide it even if he wanted to. “Have you been drinking Yoojin-ssi?” He leans in to try and see if he could smell any alcohol on him. “I um think you might have hit your limit. Please don’t drink anymore.” That was the only possible reason he’d say something that absurd.