One message, one minute ago. 3:43 AM, and it was from him.

You won‘t believe the call I just got.

Oh.

He squinted bleary-eyed at the message on the screen. He really wouldn't be able to guess, but he really wanted to know and he guessed that was the point. To entice him, despite what the clock says.

He was awake but you know what? It wasn't too bad. Not really. That little ball of growing anger building in his lungs suddenly deflated, at the snap of the metaphorical fingers - or maybe just the pinprick of a text that came from Ryeowook and the realization that they'd be seeing each other tomorrow.

That was okay. That meant he was thinking about him and it was like lighting a bonfire in Henry's heart, chasing away the dark.

He hesitated, fingers twitching over the keys, but he soon replied. Because when it came to Ryeowook, his better judgment also had a habit of being chased away, but his heart was already speeding up a little bit at the thought of hearing from him, listening to him spill out secrets in the night. He couldn't race towards that fast enough, just like the thumping he could feel in his chest, each breath catching on its beat.

Maybe you should tell me about it and I'll see if I can believe it.

The reply is quick, and Henry's smile at the screen turns into a yawn before he can try to stop it.

Can I call you? I could tell it better.

Content note: alludes to attempted ual coercion in a previous relationship

This took over four years aaaaaaah

Heads up: there are two different writing styles because my co-author and I had to switch lead writer partway through. Crossposted from AO3 with my co-author's permission :D (that's where I keep the rest of my work, too - username is slightly different here due to smaller character limitations)