Kitty-incidence [SeongJoong]

6. Friends. [pt.1]

(all the drawings in this book are mine.

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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 the class with his old black backpack, (which he has decorated with drawings and phrases) and went to greet his only friend in class. It's not that he hated the rest of the class, he was friendly and had no haters, but he couldn't consider them "friends". They were just classmates.

"Sang," Hongjoong said putting his bag on his desk and sitting beside his friend.
"Hong," the other answered raising his eyebrows.
Yeosang was a quiet kid to others, but a lovely friend to the ones he cared for. Though when he was at school, he acted as if he didn't give two fucks about whatever happened. Truth be told, he had the best grades in their class.

"How was your weekend?" Hongjoong asked. He knew Yeosang wouldn't start a conversation at 8 am-or at any other hour.
"Nice I guess, same thing in this small-ass place. Not much to do."
"So you played games till late at night, right?"
Yeosang lowered his head in defeat, eye-bags holding to his eyes. "Yeah..."
"You should sleep a bit,"
"I did,"
"With a bit, I mean more than two hours," Hongjoong looked at him seriously.
"Okay... I'll try, I don't promise anything though."

Meanwhile, just two doors away, Seonghwa was reading on his desk waiting for the teacher to come. In his hands was '1984' by George Orwell, he was so concentrated on the story that he didn't notice his literature teacher right behind him looking at what he was reading.

"That's a good book," The teacher said.
Seonghwa jumped surprised at the voice and immediately closed it scared of getting told off. The class laughed.
"Hey, relax, at least someone in this class reads good literature. I'm not going to get mad about that." The teacher laughed too.
Seonghwa didn't answer, he just nodded and took out his things for the lesson.

"I also read!" A voice at the back of the class said in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, the only thing I've seen you read are text messages. Put your phone away right now Jung Wooyoung." The teacher said. It looked as if both the boy called 'Wooyoung' and the teacher already knew each other and were allowed to joke around. Since he got into this new high school, Wooyoung has been one to catch his eye. He was friends with-almost-everyone in the school and had this charming aura he couldn't quite describe.
Was he going to approach him? Not at all, and he wasn't thinking about doing it. They had locked eyes some times but that meant absolutely nothing.
Seonghwa doesn't know how to start a conversation, neither how to keep it going. It was way easier to talk to himself.

There were only 3 classes of his level, and if he remembered right, Hongjoong was in class A while he got stuck in class C. At recess, he usually saw Hongjoong with some friends. Sometimes three and sometimes four, one kept on being and not. He didn't know their names, but all of them were taller than the short red-haired. He looked small around them... Did he look as small when they were alone?

He saw them laughing, talking and eating. Some days he hoped Hongjoong would come and invite him, to greet him to his friends and be part of them. But there he was, stuck. A stranger in this place where everyone knew each other's names.

He daydreamed of interesting people coming to him and asking him to join and be their friend. But that was it, a daydream. He wasn't scared, he didn't feel threatened by the others, he didn't feel lonely either; so why? Why did he want someone to save him if he was comfortable sitting by himself below the tree?

Hongjoong caught him staring from afar, he gave him a casual nod and went back to talk with his friends. Did that... What did that mean?
We're they friends now? It made him feel guilty, embarrassed, unsure, small. He didn't know if the shorter liked him or not, a feeling he had felt so many times before.
Was he, in reality, wanted, loved or even approachable?

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, nor he met Hongjoong. The place felt strange without him there on a Monday, to have him write whatever he wrote on his book while petting the cat and glancing at the red-haired.

"Do you know where this boy is?" Hongjoong asked the cat. "Is not like, I miss him or anything, I enjoy time alone with you but... Doesn't something seem off?" He continued explaining to Kermit. "Shit, now I also talk alone. Who am I? Park Seonghwa?"

The boy put his earphones on, Linking Park at full volume on his ears. He closed his eyes, brushing his fingers through Kermit's small body. He was at school, I saw him for sure. So why didn't he come today? Maybe he finally got bored of annoying us. But, we saw each other two days ago... Did I do something wrong?

"Hey, hey, hey. Stop." He told himself taking his earphones off with just one move and scaring the poor cat. "Why would I even care? We are not even friends... Or are we?"

He's alone... Hongjoong thought. He is new and he has no friends, he seems friendly and I like his music. We've known each other for over a month and saw each other almost every day.
Of course, that would be considered friendship, right?

Hongjoong sighed, he was frustrated out of nowhere. He wanted to approach him, but he didn't quite know how. Or he didn't want to? Maybe his music was the only thing that would stay with him forever.

His phone rang.

"Hello?"
"It's me, Yunho." One of his best friends.
"Ah, what's up?"
"Could you come pick me up?" His voice sounded shaky. Hongjoong got up immediately, the cat jumping to the floor.
"Of course. What's up? Is everything okay?"
The red-haired was worried. Yunho wasn't one to call and ask for help.
"Nothing is okay Hyung," Hongjoong knew he was crying. "I just- I just got kicked out of home."
"I'll be right there, wait for me." He has never started running as fast as he did that day. It was barely 4 in the afternoon, this shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have come with the cat today. Maybe that's what Seonghwa not coming meant; if he's not here, you shouldn't either.

He tumbled over his own feet, but finally got to Yunho's house. He was outside, on his front door, crying on the floor curled up. His once big figure became an illusion, on that moment, Yunho looked like a lost child in the middle of the desert. When he noticed Hongjoong's presence he looked up. His eyes were filled with sadness and his entire face was soaked in tears. Hongjoong's heart broke.

"Yunho..." He said as he sat beside him and wrapped his arms around the taller.
Yunho melted under his touch and hugged him just like a child would hug their parents when they had a nightmare. Hongjoong didn't mind getting his shirt all wet because of his tears.

Silence sometimes was everything they had to say. Just cry, let him cry his heart and soul out.

[A/N: Expect a double update today ;)👺]