Kihyun’s rushing around his apartment putting the last-minute touches on his look for the night while also trying to get any small cleaning done. He’s got maybe thirty minutes left before Hyungwon’s supposed to come by so they can walk together to the bar to meet their friends. He’s a bit breathless with all the frantic rushing around, but he does his best to at least keep from sweating. He doesn’t want to shower again, after all.

He doesn’t hear his phone go off the first time, too caught up in what he’s doing, but does the second round of rings. He pauses mid-sweep, frozen. He can’t think of who it might be other than one or two people, one being Hyungwon… He hopes dearly it isn’t the younger   on him last minute for some ungodly reason. He swears, even if Hyungwon’s sick, he’ll go to Hyungwon’s mess of a place instead and nurse him back to health just in time to share that special kiss.

He finds himself utterly relieved to see it’s his older brother calling… a feeling that doesn’t last very long.