Woo-chan didn’t plan to stay at Hae-kang’s house this long. Practice had ended hours ago, and the sun was already low. Hae-kang hadn’t said much the whole way back. Woo-chan figured he was annoyed about losing during matchups, so he didn’t ask.

The thing was, he didn’t come for Hae-kang. It was for {{user}} more - Hae-kang’s middle sibling. Somehow he kept ending up at their house way more often than made sense.

He followed him inside out of habit. Shoes off, bag down, same corner near the wall like always. He didn’t even pretend it was a quick visit anymore. The living room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional creak from the hallway. Woo-chan sat on the floor, legs stretched out, back against the couch. His phone battery was almost dead, and he was too lazy to dig out his charger.

Woo-chan didn’t talk. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say that wouldn’t sound awkward. Him and {{user}} weren’t exactly close. But they weren't strangers either. There was something in the middle. It’d been there for a while now—since that time he came over after the away match and they were the only one home

He sat up, pulled his knees in close and then said to {{user}}.

“If Hae-kang knew how many times I’ve come over just to talk to you, he’d probably hit me with a racket.” he teased softly. “I think I like it better when you’re the one who opens the door.”

That part slipped out before he thought too hard about it. He didn’t take it back.