Kim Hongjoong was a motorcyclist. He was a part of his group who liked to ride at strange dawn hours for fun — feeling free in the open air.

He was also the lead singer and keyboardist of his rock band. They always played in his friend Wooyoung's garage, where they drafted new songs. Hongjoong would take notes from that afternoon to mix them later in his bedroom.

All of this he happily did along with online college classes.

Tonight he was riding again with Wooyoung, San, and Mingi down a deserted highway. They were out of the city, and looking out his visor, he saw the moon majestically shining in the sky with the utmost magnificence.

Then the hands around his waist began tapping a beat.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Hongjoong yelled over the motor. A head lay against his upper back.

"Nothing..."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow but didn't insist. Shouting over the motorcycle's rumbles wasn't the appropriate setting. Hongjoong would merely have to endure the fast beat along his abdomen that made his heartbeat spike.

Honestly, Hongjoong didn't know where he would be or what to do without his boyfriend, Jongho. He was Hongjoong's ground, his source of energy. His little teddy bear. During a low point of Hongjoong's life, Jongho appeared. The cute oversized purple sweatshirt and white sneakers with strawberry milk stickers immediately caught his heart. Hongjoong had never seen such an adorable boy before.

Jongho was never more intrigued by a man before. Hongjoong checked his type in appearance: hot, rebellious, and trendy. But it was his actions that caught his interest more.

How an aggressive, unapproachable-looking man like Hongjoong could get so nervous when they talked. How his polished black nails hit the side of his coffee cup; or split two-toned ponytail shook as he turned his red face away from Jongho.

Then one night, when Jongho was finally free to attend one of the band's practices, he witnessed one of Hongjoong's rare breakdowns.

Hongjoong suddenly stopped playing the keyboard, resulting in everyone turning towards him.

"What's up, hyung? We were doing well," Wooyoung said.

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. "No. You guys were doing well. I fucked up the melody."

"It's okay. We only just started today-"

"No, San. I fucked it up. I did!" Hongjoong kicked a chair with his notebook and several printed music sheets, falling to the ground. He didn't even care about his friends calling when he stormed out.

No one said anything. They merely looked down or at the mess. Then someone moved.

"Jongho, you don't have to-"

"It's fine, Mingi." Jongho bent down and organized the stray sheets into his hand. He took the crinkled notebook pages and straightened them out. On one page, Jongho's eyes slowly read over the pretty purple handwriting. The song was abbreviated TMH, and from most of the lyrics, Jongho sensed it was an emotional song calling out to someone.

Jongho stood up as the others decided to cut practice. "Hey. Don't pack up yet. I'll be back."

"Jongho, don't-"

"Hyung needs space-"

Jongho didn't listen. He opened the door linking the garage to Wooyoung's house and stepped in. "Hongjoong?"

...

"Hyung?"

...

"...What?"

Jongho found him curled on the couch. The only light source was the lamp in the corner; Jongho sat beside him — close.

"I picked up your notebook." Jongho showed. "But... I read this page."

Hongjoong swallowed as he read the title. He couldn't look at Jongho right now.

"Work in progress," he muttered, taking the book and papers.

"I want to hear it."

"H-Hear?"

"You have a whole page of lyrics. There has to be a melody," Jongho warmly smiled. When Hongjoong didn't respond, it slowly slipped away. "But if you don't want to share and it's too personal, I'm sorry. Sorry for looking through your things — I don't know what I was-"

"Take Me Home."

"Huh?"

Hongjoong pointed at the large letters near the top. "The title."

"Oh."

"It would go... um... 'Locked inside the dark,'" Hongjoong checked to ensure the younger boy was listening. And he was. His soft brown eyes were fully fixed on Hongjoong instead of the page.

'Where I'm suffocating deeper, I'm just falling down.

Deeper, I'm falling down.'

Hongjoong continued with the song, abruptly pausing to make changes. At one point, he apologized while scribbling out some words and rearranging them. But Jongho didn't say anything. He only watched with amazement how Hongjoong worked.

"S-So?" Hongjoong nervously chuckled. "I haven't heard you say much."

"It's beautiful."

"...You think so?" Warmth spread through Hongjoong.

"I definitely think so." Jongho paused. "I love that line — 'Following that light to the place in our memory.'"

"Yeah, I do too."

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

Jongho suddenly looked small. His knees had been brought up to his chest when Hongjoong was reciting. And now they helped the boy look as innocent as ever with his chin resting on them.

"I want to sing Take Me Home with you."

Hongjoong stared at Jongho. Yeah, he's heard from San the boy could sing, and he's witnessed Jongho singing in the car a few times.

"You want to... sing my song?"

Jongho shrugged. "Not just me, you too. And the guys could play it."

"Yeah..."

The younger grinned. "So~?"

Hongjoong rapidly nodded. "Let's do it. Let's tell them."

Jongho stood first, taking Hongjoong and pulling him towards the garage.

Hongjoong couldn't help but accept that his heartbeat was about to explode out of his chest.

He's cute, his mind thought. And he's thoughtful. Fuck, I'm in love with him.

Hongjoong fondly smiled at the memory. He stepped on the pedal harder to catch up with the other guys. The tapping had stopped. But he could still feel his little bear's head resting against his leather jacket.

Jongho shivered from the cool air. He was hungry but didn't want to concern his boyfriend. He figured they would make it to a town soon where there would hopefully be a place open at this hour, selling food.

Now he was thinking of the consequences of not telling him. Hongjoong's eyebrows would crease with disappointment. It wouldn't be towards Jongho but himself. For not checking in; for focusing on the fun drive more than his boyfriend.

Then he would break into a worried mess, checking Jongho every few seconds and stuffing food at the younger's face until Jongho practically went into a food coma.

Jongho laughed. No random person would ever think the pair could ever be so attached.

For one, they looked like complete opposites. Bright, pastel colors for Jongho. Dark, chained clothes for Hongjoong.

Jongho cuddled at home with his two cats and coffee, and Hongjoong took long rides with his friends.

But they both loved music. They loved communing in intimate spaces where it was just the two of them and then laughing loudly in the open fields until their throats hurt.

As for the outfits, they were never a problem. Hongjoong could tenderly watch as Jongho struggled to slip on his hoodie with many chains and clips without it catching on his hair. And Jongho loved decorating Hongjoong's face and tattoos with pretty stickers.

The thought took Jongho back to that day. The day it all happened.

Hongjoong had shown up at Jongho's apartment, laptop in hand, claiming to need help with some college work. No problem. Jongho, attending in-person college, was a straight A student with a good reputation for his respect and hardworking traits. If anything, he was the person to go to.

The touches were simple at first. A smack on the arm, legs touching as they read off the same screen, a high five. It was Jongho who pushed for more.

One moment, when he came around behind Hongjoong on the couch, he began stroking the male's head, playing with his dyed hair. Hongjoong sighed, throwing his head back.

"Thank you."

Jongho giggled. "Mhm."

His lips are pretty. I want them to touch mine. Can I just kiss him now?

Jongho shook the thoughts away. He sadly smiled when his hands regrettably detached from Hongjoong's hair. It broke him a little to be no longer intimate anymore.

Then Hongjoong complained. "I was just falling asleep."

"Huh?! I'm sorry you didn't get enough sleep, but that's your problem!" Jongho retorted. The corners of his lips formed a slight smile. He moved towards his seat.

But Hongjoong didn't let it slide. He pulled Jongho's wrist, forcing him down and pressing his back towards the boy. All Jongho could do was hold him in his lap now.

"I'm going to draw on your face while you sleep," Jongho mumbled.

"So angry," Hongjoong teased. "If you can even get up."

Jongho didn't mind. Neither did his entire body: Though it froze, it embraced Hongjoong resting on him.

"Hmph. I'll find something."

Sure enough, he did. When Hongjoong woke up from his hour-long rest, he tilted his head to see Jongho resting his head on the side, sleeping. Hongjoong guessed the position was uncomfortable, so he guided the boy to lie down on his back.

Yet Jongho happened to be a light sleeper. The moment he felt hands holding him, he jolted awake.

Hongjoong was in such close proximity, fixing his position. When their gazes finally met, Jongho's eyes shifted to Hongjoong's lips.

"Jongho," Hongjoong whispered.

"Do it, Hongjoongie."

That day they had their first kiss. Jongho felt as the older gently pressed his lips against his, lasting for two seconds at most. So, unsatisfied, Jongho pulled him in for another.

Hongjoong had never felt so high that day. He was finally kissing the boy he liked. And it looked like the feeling was mutual. So far.

When they broke apart, Jongho finally burst into a laughing fit. Hongjoong curiously watched him. His smile was so adorable.

"What?"

"You don't feel them?"

"Feel what?"

"The stickers!" Jongho grinned as he picked a strawberry sticker off of Hongjoong's forehead.

Playing along, Hongjoong furiously shook the boy. "You did it?! You little..." he said and began poking the boy's sides. Jongho couldn't stop laughing, begging forgiveness and arguing it was an 'accident.'

"Joongie, I'm sorry!" he yelled in between laughs. "S-Sorry!"

"You're sorry? Hm?"

"Yes! J-Just stop poking me!"

"Hm." Hongjoong then smirked. "I'll stop if you do one thing for me."

Jongho groaned. But he figured Hongjoong, who was on top of him right now, wouldn't get off anytime soon if he didn't want to.

"Fine..."

"Have dinner with me," Hongjoong proposed.

Jongho stared at him with an obvious face. "Joong, we kissed. Twice. You think I wouldn't say yes anyway?"

"I have to make sure you'd go."

Jongho didn't know how he could adore this man sometimes, how he could lose himself in his and Hongjoong's world.

"I mean, I guess I'm not free in the evening-"

"Great! Let's go now."

Jongho chuckled when he saw how excited the older was. "Aren't you supposed to be a tough motorcyclist who leads a rock band?"

"I thought you were innocent. Then you desperately kissed me." Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Besides, I'm in love."

"You're so childish, hyung," Jongho threw his jacket on when he felt a hand take his. Hongjoong.

Jongho smiled at the warm memory. He wished he could hold Hongjoong's hands. Play with his rings and run his fingers over the tattoos. Tell him how pretty the black nails looked. Add tiny colorful stickers to the top of them, knowing how much Hongjoong appreciated them. He called it a reminder of Jongho when he wasn't with him.

A reminder of how much they were opposites but that their love was still so fervent.

The four slowly came to a stop in a town Jongho didn't even notice they'd gotten to.

"We're here."

What would they do first at 3 in the morning?

what do you all want to see in part two?