In case you still take drabble requests - I know you don't see them as a romantic ship, but could I get some sweet Banglo? Maybe Junhong visiting Bang after they haven't seen each other in a while? (Also I just LOVE your writing so much, thank you for blessing us all with it <33)
Oh, don’t worry. Like I’ve said before: you’re free to interpret my drabbles in whatever way you want. I do try to write so it’ll work both romantically and platonically. (There are exceptions, of course. Like all Bangdae prompts.)
And either way I looove Banglo, so I’ll gladly do this one <3
Sometimes, between a project and the next, the members don’t see each other for a couple days. Himchan, Jongup and Youngjae do, obviously, and Junhong has started coming over to their place more often. Daehyun likes to spend some time alone whenever he has the chance, seemingly disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few days. The leader even more so.
It used to make Junhong sad, when Yongguk first moved out of their dorm. But that was before he realized there wouldn’t be much of a difference. Yongguk had spent days and nights at the studio, even when he lived with them. He’s never said it out loud, but Junhong understands now that he needed to get away. That he needed the space. It’s better now, when he’s got a place to call home where he can recharge before seeing them all again. Junhong knows their leader is happier now than he’s been in years.
Still, that doesn’t mean Junhong doesn’t wish he could see Yongguk more often. Doesn’t mean he didn’t make a little dance of joy when Yongguk sent him a text to ask him to come over earlier.
They’re sitting on the floor now, in the middle of the leader’s living room. Music is playing from the record player in the corner. A half-full bottle of whiskey is placed between them, surrounded by scattered papers of different origin, filled with words written with a dozen different pencils.
“You know I meant it, right?” Junhong mumbles suddenly, his voice a slight drawl from the alcohol. Yongguk glances up, meeting his eyes curiously. His hair is a mess. It always is, when he’s not trying. “When I said I wish you’d invite us over more often. Me, more often.”
Something softens in Yongguk’s eyes, and he looks down into his glass.
“I know,” he rumbles.
Junhong makes a noise, because he hadn’t meant to make Yongguk feel guilty. He tries to give Yongguk’s arm a reassuring pat, but it turns into some awkward petting instead. The leader looks back up, amusement playing over his face. Junhong supposes that’s a win, anyway.
“I like it best when it’s with you,” Junhong mumbles, frowning in concentration. But even then, he’s not entirely sure what he’s saying. “Like. Everything.”
Yongguk laughs then, a wheezy and heartwarming sound filling the apartment, and Junhong grins. Because he loves that sound.
“I like it best with you, too,” Yongguk counters, smiling.