Stendhal's Syndrome - JongSang ✔︎

Chapter 16

"They're so cute together I can't believe they finally confessed," Yunho said, watching the two males sleeping peacefully. "Mingi over here still can't believe that Yeosang joined the cheer team just so he could see Jongho."

"I bet my ass Yeosang did it just so that he could wear that skirt and then confess while he looked hot as hell," Seonghwa stated, crossing his arms in certainty.

"Hey, you're not allowed to bet your ass," Hongjoong scolded, placing a hand over his boyfriend’s behind, disapproving with the remark.

Mingi shook his head at the three and examined the two who slept soundly. He smiled at the two, hoping that his and Yunho’s relationship looked as adorable to others as he saw the Yeosang and Jongho’s one. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend and pulled him close, wanting the male to feel all his love through the action.

Yunho seemed to notice something appeared to be bothering his boyfriend and stopped talking to Seonghwa mid-sentence to peer at the male and gently question him. 

"Something wrong?"

"No, no. I just love you," Mingi replied and Yunho felt himself get soft.

They had been dating for a little over a year and Mingi had just started saying 'I love you' about a week prior and he wanted to cry each time he heard it.

"Aww, I love you too but there seems to be something wrong. Wanna tell me or will you wait for later? You don't have to tell me though but I'll be here," Yunho comforted, placing a kiss on the male’s cheek.

Mingi smiled and placed a kiss on the male’s forehead in return.

"It's nothing serious. I just want us to look as cute and amazing as those two," Mingi explained, motioning to the two who were still asleep.

"That’s so fucking gross, oh my god," Seonghwa sighed. "You can't do that stuff in front of me. Hongjoong come here, I need affection."

Said male simply rolled his eyes and remained on Seonghwa's bed with his laptop on his lap. He only made grabby hands and Seonghwa was more than satisfied to bounce onto his bed and cuddle up to the male.

Yunho shook his head with an amused smile at his new friend and glanced over at the bed where Jongho was just waking up.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" Seonghwa called once he saw the male moving around. "It's already nine and you're still asleep!"

Jongho groggily opened his eyes, ignoring everyone in the room and peeking under the blanket to where Yeosang lay curled into his side. He placed a kiss on the older forehead and then looked at everyone.

"Morning. All of you better shut up so that Sang-ie can sleep," Jongho said, glaring at all the men in the room.

"Oh my god, he's started with pet names!" Seonghwa dramatically exclaimed, wiping away a fake tear.

Jongho rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket so it could cover his face as well and lay with Yeosang until it was nearly eleven. 

Yunho, Mingi, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong chatted quietly, all piled onto Seonghwa’s bed, remaining silent for Jongho's sake before he snapped them in half.

Yeosang shifted when Jongho began to gently shake him awake and place kisses all over his forehead and cheeks.

"Jongho you stupid bitch!" Yeosang whined, catching everyone's attention. "Don't wake me up!"

"It's time for you to wake up," Jongho explained, pulling the sheets off of the male’s face. 

"What is this? Training session? No so fuck off and let me sleep. I hardly even sleep because of all my work," Yeosnag whined, opening his eyes.

"Now that you mention it, look me in the eye and tell me you don't need training."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Yeosang sighed, turning his head to look at the younger and could only look him in the eye for slightly over a minute.

The male looked even more majestic in the morning and he suddenly wanted to pass out.

"Fuck you. Lemme go cook us breakfast first then we can practice," Yeosang muttered, rolling out of the bed and freezing once he saw the four males staring at him "Morning?"

"I like those mosquito bites," Seonghwa laughed, pointing to Jonghos bare chest that was littered with purple spots. 

Everyone ignored him, Yeosang heading over to the small bathroom to clean himself up before going into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge. He was shocked when he saw nothing to cook and stood straight, turning to glare at the male who smiled at him from the bed.

"Choi Jongho," Yeosang growled, "what the FUCK do you eat? If you tell me you eat take out every day I swear I’ll call your Mother and snitch on you."

Jongho sheepishly looked away, wanting to kick out the four males who snickered at the threats he received.

"Don't call my Mother but yes, I eat take out and on the rare occasion I try cooking. Does that count?"

"No. Get ready, we're shopping. I thought Seonghwa knew how to cook though."

"I DO! I just cook for Hongjoong and I and let Jongho starve, that's all!"

"And to think I was thinking of warming up to you."

While Yeosang and Seonghwa bickered back and forth, Jongho gathered his clothes and headed to the bathroom to get ready. He didn't want to make Yeosang snap at him for his poor choices anymore.

Yeosang smiled at him once he exited the bathroom and quickly pecked his lips before robbing a shirt from his boyfriend's clothes and pairing it with a pair of black skinny jeans. He didn't bother styling his blue hair and just ran a hand through it to make it look more or less presentable.

Yeosang took the task of gathering all ingredients when they got to the store while Jongho simply followed along, occasionally holding Yeosang's hand when the male wasn't busy holding items.

"Choi Jongho," Yeosang exhaled once they were at the cash register. "I'll be cooking you some things so that you can preserve them or freeze them and eat, and If I find out you start eating takeout every day once again, I'll drive the half-hour and beat your ass, got it?"

Jongho nodded, hugging the male and loving the way he fit in his grip. It seemed as if the male had gotten more comfortable with him overnight and felt free enough to threaten him and the red-haired male couldn't tell if that was good or bad. Good because they were getting closer or bad because now Yeosang wouldn't hesitate to point out his poor decisions.

"I promise I'll eat better now. Please don’t tell my Mother though," the male begged. "I don't want her to yell at me for an entire hour and It'll be even worse because your dad is a doctor and he might somehow end up calling me to explain whatever effects that could happen."

Yeosang paid for the things and simply nodded at Jonghos words. Neither agreeing nor disagreeing with what the male had said.