Woohyun shoves his hands into the front pockets of his hoody. But it’s not because he’s cold. The night’s almost warm even. But he’s a little shaky from all the rush. He can’t believe he’s doing this… he’s taking a chance and actually doing it.

“Hey!” Sunggyu calls, running out from the alley, his own bag slung over his shoulder as he stares at Woohyun in disbelief. “You’re here.”

“I told you I’d be.” Woohyun says, picking up his own bag as Sunggyu joins him in a brisk walk away from the area. It’s night and they both know they’ve waited too long. They should have left since. But Sunggyu didn’t think he’d make it out alive. He didn’t think he’d survive on his own.

Which is why Woohyun had suggested he follow.

“You don’t have to do this.” Sunggyu says, watching Woohyun and trying to focus on moving one foot after another. “You shouldn’t have to-”

“I do.” Woohyun says, sacrificing the next few moments of walk-time to look at Sunggyu just so that Sunggyu knows that Woohyun is in this with him. He’s in this with him because of so much more than the fact that Sunggyu’s just run from the house above the strip club where Woohyun works. He’s in this because Sunggyu’s had him wrapped around his finger ever since that one night when he’d looked at Woohyun and hadn’t seen a loud mouth or a cheesy goofball. He’d looked at him with his expressive, tiny eyes and Woohyun had known he’d be lost forever