Red Strings

Red Strings 2/?

"You ready to go explore the world, Angel?" Wonsik grinned, fixing the SnapBack that fitted snugly on his head, taking it off before putting it on backwards. He was cladded in a light blue flannel button up with a plain white t-shirt inside, along with light blue jeans that hugged his legs nicely.

"Explore?" Taekwoon asked, his grip on the handle tightening at the thought of leaving the house once more, this time on his own will.

"I said we'd meet up today, didn't I?" Wonsik raised a questioning brow. "Are you going to stand there or let me in?"

"Let you in?" Taekwoon was a little flustered, the other being here so unexpectedly affected him a little more than he'd like to admit.

"Or I can stay out here while you change. That works too I guess." Wonsik said, glancing dejectedly behind him as he shoved his hands into his front pockets.

"Uh... I'm not suppose to let..." Taekwoon paused. He had already broken the rule his parents reminded him about most so to hell with it,right? "Come in."

The smile that graced the others face made his guilt fly out the window. He moved to the side, almost becoming one with the door as the other strided in, glancing around the home. He leaned against the wall, taking his shoes off before glancing back at the other, "Are you going to close the door?" Taekwoon closed it. "... Are you going to change...?"

"O-oh, yes, that's right. Change." Taekwoon's choppy sentence made the other grin, hand reaching out. Taekwoon flinched a little, retreating back as he closed his eyes. He didn't know exactly what he was waiting for but he peeked an eye open as a hand caressed his almond hair softly. Opening both eyes, he stared at Wonsik questioning who only laughed in return. His one last ruffle of his hair and a finger gingerly touching his cheeks, Wonsik patted him on the shoulder.

"Go."

Taekwoon nodded, a hand coming up to fix his hair that he was sure the other had messed up. He mumbled something that was incoherent not only to the other but to himself too as he pointed to the couch that sat in the living room.

Wonsik chuckled as the other sped off into the room closest to the living room, shutting the door behind him hastily. He slowly made his way to the couch, not actually sitting down as he glanced around, looking for anything out of place. He didn't exactly have anything in mind specific, maybe a camera or two. He would be lying if he were to say he wasn't expecting chains and locks on the windows to keep the man inside the house. After getting comfortable with his surroundings of a cozy home, he sat down on the couch, his legs spread apart out of habit as his elbows made contact with his knees, phone in hand.

He spent a few minutes fumbling with his phone, glancing over once in awhile with a raised brow as loud bangs happened from the man's room, a timid 'sorry' making him roll his eyes each time.

After what seemed like ten minutes of wrestling with his clothes, Taekwoon finally came out of his room. Wonsik glanced up from his phone, making eye contact with the flustered elder who was gripping at the hair on the nape of his neck. He was dressed in a sweater with sleeves long enough to cover his pale hands of the other hadn't bunched it up  and black jeans that wrapped around his legs nicely. Wonsik had to bite back a groan at how perfect the other looked with his flushed cheeks and awkward stance, shaking his head.

"You look good, ready?" Wonsik offered a smile as he stood up from his spot, slipping his phone into his pocket.

"I-I'm..." Taekwoon paused, something he seems to do often, "I'm not sure if I should go."

"Why not? You changed, didn't you?" Wonsik walked over to the other, an inch closer than what was comfortable even though he was obviously an arm's distance away.