.hospitality
The night is colder than most; his fingers tingle slightly from the chill, causing Sunggyu to shove his hands into his jacket pocket. Over his shoulder is a bag of grocery, picked up from a shop in the Gold Zone; the food is better, and though more expensive, Sunggyu finds himself preferring it. Burying his nose into his scarf, he takes the familiar route home, enjoying the peace that the quiet night brings.
It’s when he’s near the his home, and place of work - does he notice a form laying on the ground, curled up in what seems to be their jacket. He see’s a head of blonde hair and his brows frown. He doesn’t see too many blonde’s out here; and he’s only ran into once recently. The possibility that it’s who Sunggyu has in mind is strong, so he doesn’t question how his feet steer away from their path to go near the man.
When he’s close enough to see the face of the man, his suspicions are confirmed. Woohyun is curled up sleeping on the sidewalk like some homeless; and even though they aren’t as close as they were eight years ago, the sight causes Sunggyu’s heart to clench. Kneeling down, he removes his hand from his pocket and slowly reaches out to shake the other awake; his palm is on his shoulder and Sunggyu murmurs low.
“Yah, what are you doing here? Wake up.”
@phwoohyun