[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home. / dont ask me why quero hoon
television wasn’t interesting at all, hoon only had one at his place to go with the flow of the living room but he didn’t think he ever knows where the control is that’s why it is always off. meanwhile, he likes to read books and loses track of time on it, it may seem old and out of fashion but that’s just the kind of person he grew to be. back home, their parents made his bedroom into a library and he doesn’t mind sleeping between the books whenever he goes home but having his own place was great. it wasn’t even about the independency because he always had that in a certain point, but the feeling of discovering life for your own and making your way somehow. he learned how to change a lamp and how to make rice, iron his own clothes, even enjoyed doing his laundry and had a special day just for it. hoon always was trying to find meanings in bigger but simple stuff just like paulo coelho’s character santiago is one of his favorite books ever, the alchemist. lost in his monologues about where he is on life every night, it could take a while before he closes his eyes and when he finally did with the book still on his hands and the lights in the living room still on, drifting on his own brown sofa brought by his mom on ikea. his daydream got interrupted over the buzz of the door a few feet away, looking at the time before actually going to open the door it almost seemed like a scene from horror movies and hoon almost asked who it was before answering the door but he didn’t because he was still a little sleepy and possibly was just hunter who lost his keys. having a roommate was fun but sometimes a little annoying, especially because hoon didn’t have any siblings and didn’t understand what it was living sharing stuff but he was ready to work on it at least. the person behind the door though was the least expected though, long dark brown hair, sweet looks, and feisty personality who made him grin over in surprise. ‘ hm, hello. ’ said like on a phone call. but it was pretty much past midnight and it meant all the goosebumps he felt for seeing someone so right over the weirdest circumstances. ‘ you got lost? all the way over here? ’ hoon tried making a laugh, like always whenever he was around bomi because he felt it was something they had, a secret or i don’t know — a part of him which enjoyed their carefree moments, talks, shared looks and even friendship. ‘ it’s you rude you just stand there. come in. have a cup of tea, or two or a pillow, a blanket. would you like me to sing you to sleep? i’m not very good but i could try. ’ he said, bringing her in and closing the door. there was no way out, i mean, there was but he knew he was in dip shit into her at that point it was just complicated to admit it. ‘ mi casa su casa. it goes like that.’ he was seriously stepping away into his cravings of giving up and kissing bomi right there right now because it was crazy she was at three am at his house unless something was going on. but instead, he was polite and of course, as expected of him or any men to be, deciding to listen to her beforehand because even if he was invested, it may all just be desire talking.
