jongsang | scent

07

jongho

weeks passed and it was very fun so far. i was thinking about yeosang at the beach for too many times. god, i'm a psycho. i cleared my mind and meet the others during break time. that includes yeosang. he's been a little quiet lately ever since i brought him to hang in my friend group. during break, he had brought something for me. it was in a lunchbox. he handed it over to me and didn't say a word. the others were busy eating and talking. so i stopped him by holding onto his shirt. he was taken aback by my abrupt actions. i didn't mean to startle him. i stood up from my seat on the canteen bench and proposed if he'd like to eat outside with me instead of being indoors. yeosang gazed at my lunchbox and he nodded. we went out and sat on a bench together.

i hadn't realised it but yeosang was playing with his fingers all along. he knew i was paying close attention to him and he stopped, putting his hands in his pockets.

"sorry" he muttered.

i also realise that yeosang had an 's' lisp whenever he spoke. not gonna lie, it's pretty cute and it suits him a lot. i pat his head and stroked it continuously.

"it's okay, really. here, eat up" i fed him a piece of chicken and he gnaws on it, satisfied with his own cooking. he looked away and ate peacefully. without hesitation, i put a hand on his.

"yeosang, can i ask you something..?" i consented.

"..yeah. you c-can always ask"

"why are you so quiet? i mean, i don't mean to come off rude. i just want you to tell me if there's anything wrong"

"..i'm okay. what's wrong ?"

"you've just been quiet around me lately. you always talk to me, sang"

"i'm sorry. i get moody sometimes"

i chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder.

"by the way hyung, i see you in art class everyday. you look so cool," i started, then caressing his head and pulling his head closer to me, "when you're so focused"

his mouth hung open. i closed it with my pointer finger and ruffled his hair.

"we're going to a party at night. do you..want to come?" i permitted. he doesn't hesitate and he looks at my hands.

"...yes. i'll come!" he declared.

"alright. i'll see you outside your apartment at 7, yeo. you can wear anything"

"..anything..?" yeosang's hazel brown eyes sparkled.

"yeah. anything"

we finished eating and he was standing there, stationary as he stares at me. what a cutie.

...

i waited and looked at my watch. yeosang was still getting ready. just then, i heard the sound of boots walking towards me. i turned and saw yeosang all dolled up. his hair was fluffy and he used a white collared shirt, mop jeans and black boots. but what caught my eye was the fishnets through the huge holes of the jeans. my eyes averted from his legs and i scratched the back of my neck, swallowing the lump in my throat. he scanned me up and down. i just wore a leather jacket with a black shirt and jeans with chained boots.

"do i look bad?-" yeosang was about to ask but i cut him off

"n-no! you look.. beautiful, hyung.." i confessed. it was the truth.

he blushed. he didn't wear much makeup. he just drew his eyebrows a little and put a bit of reddish eyeshadow around his eyes and yeosang even added tiny sparkles on it to top it off. yeosang surely is an aphrodite.