Good To Me (WonBoo)

Three

"Seungkwan, you look like some stressed zombie. Are you fine?" Mingyu asks as they found an empty table by the library. He can't laugh at his friend because he's been having a hell week in the university and had to deal with someone at home.

"I'm not," Seungkwan mumbles as he rests his cheek on the cold wooden table.

"Did you stay up all night?"

"Kind of."

"Eh?"

"I have this research I need to finish by this week and I woke up early to prepare breakfast." Seungkwan lifts his head and looks back at Mingyu. His eyes would probably close at any second.

"You should have told me. I could have just prepared one for you. You know-"

"It's for Wonwoo hyung. The breakfast."

Mingyu didn't respond.

Mingyu just met Seungkwan a year ago, when he transferred to the university where he is in. For some reason, he joined the theatre club and met Seungkwan. They turn out to be good friends after that. He doesn't know a lot of things about Seungkwan, just enough. He did mention having foster parents and their child hating him.

"That kid you told me who hates you so much. That's him, right? Wonwoo?" Mingyu raises a question. "So.. your first love-"

"Shut up." Seungkwan covers Mingyu's mouth.

Seungkwan's so comfortable with Mingyu that he shared some things with him, including that.

He wouldn't even deny it now. Wonwoo's indeed his first love.

"Fine. I won't mention it." Mingyu surrenders. "That feeling of yours is probably long gone. You even had a boyfriend."

Seungkwan shot a glare at him. "Stop mentioning that as well."

"What's his name? Jan.. Jun.. Junhui!"

"Fuck you."

"Silence!"

Seungkwan and Mingyu shut their mouth close when they heard a student behind reprimand them.

Seungkwan glares at Mingyu before rolling his eyes. His friend could only laugh at him.

"Why do you sound like you're still not over that Jun guy?" Mingyu asks as he opens one of his books.

Seungkwan didn't answer him and lays back his cheek on the flat table. He closes his eyes and ignores Mingyu the whole time.

---

Seungkwan got home early. He declined when Mingyu asks him to hang out. He just feels drained and tired. He's been working out on his research for the whole week. He's staying up late. Wonwoo's sudden appearance even stresses him out more. He may not say it but he doesn't really like the idea of staying with Wonwoo on the same roof. It's not that he hates him. What he can't stand is Wonwoo's attitude, being rude and rough with him. It's been years and the older is still the same.

He throws his backpack on the couch and goes straight to the dining to overcome his thirst with a bottle of water. Just then he saw the untouched food on the table.

Wonwoo skips the breakfast he prepared. The note he places beside the plate is gone. The neon pink post-it paper caught his eyes. It's already lying on the floor, crumpled.

Seungkwan crouches down and unwraps the crumpled paper to see his hand-written words "Eat before you leave :)."

Instead of taking it to his heart, he stands up again and throws the paper in the trash bin. He feels annoyed and frustrated, hurt even, but what he can do? Wonwoo's always been like that. He should be used to it by now.

Seungkwan's mind was floating when the doorbell rings. It startles him but enough for him to wake up from spacing out. He was out of his mind to check who is it and is greeted by Jun as soon as he opens the door.

"Uhm.. hi?" Jun greets him, awkwardly.

Seungkwan suddenly went stiff but then calms down after. "What do you want?"

"Seungkwan.. can we talk?"

"For what?" Seungkwan steps outside. He closes the door as soon as his feet sets on the hallway. He crosses his arms, eyes on Jun. "Is there something we need to discuss? You've been avoiding me for more than a year and here you are, wanting us to talk?"

"Seungkwan, can you calm down for a bit-"

"What are you doing here Wen Junhui?"

Both Seungkwan and Jun turn their heads to see Wonwoo walking towards them.

Seungkwan didn't utter a word and Jun suddenly feel tensed. He laughs playfully and scratches the back of his neck.

"Hey, dude. Just talking with him." Jun replies while gesturing to Seungkwan.

Wonwoo looks at Seungkwan and their eyes met. Seungkwan was quick to avoid his gaze and so he turns back his eyes into Jun.

"Can you let me pass through first before you two start with the drama?" Wonwoo says and he intently hit Seungkwan's shoulder with his.

Seungkwan almost stumbles but he didn't even have the energy to argue and just let Wonwoo get inside their shared flat.

"Yah! Jeon Wonwoo! Why are you so rude-"

A loud shutting door cuts Jun off. He hisses in annoyance. Jun knew Wonwoo way longer than Seungkwan. He's been his friend ever since they were five. They've bonded a lot but he can never understand how rude Wonwoo can be.

If there's someone who saw how Seungkwan suffered from Wonwoo's palm, that would be him. He, Soonyoung and Jihoon.

Jun hears Seungkwan sigh.

"Hyung.. can we not do this today?" Seungkwan mumbles in a soft voice. He sounds like he's pleading and tired at the same time. "I'm not in the right mind to talk with you."

Jun shut his lips close. He stares at Seungkwan and he understands. The younger looks tired indeed.

He nods his head and takes a step backwards. "Alright. I'll leave then. You should take a rest."

Seungkwan didn't even glance at him. He immediately turns around and gets inside.

---

Wonwoo tosses his coat on the bed before loosening his necktie.

"Seungkwan.. can we talk?"

"For what? Is there something we need to discuss? You've been avoiding me for more than a year and here you are, wanting us to talk?"

Wonwoo shakes his head. Why does he have to recall what he just heard? It's not like he cares about their stuff. But he did saw both of them. How Jun stares with care at Seungkwan and how Seungkwan stares at Jun with pain.

Was Jun serious about Seungkwan?

Wonwoo shakes his head.

It can't be. Jun's probably just shitting on him. Jun can't be serious with that bastard.

Wonwoo scoffs before pulling his necktie off of his collar and throws himself on the bed.

"What the hell is really between them!?"

He stares at his white ceiling before his fist clenches. He had a long day at his father's workplace and he feels dumb thinking about some absurd things that doesn't concern him at all.. or does it?

"Like hell, I care. Fuck them."