𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang

XXXIII

The next day was like any other day so far.

It was a Monday, what do you expect?

I'd gotten up early today so I made my way to the common shower and took one, then put on suitable clothes for my classes which usually meant putting on a hoodie over my worn t-shirt.

Glancing over at my room-mate, I rolled my eyes and padded over to Wooyoung's  bed, poking him with a devilish grin. Being extremely ticklish, he squirmed wildly, trying to dodge my attacks as he giggled, then seized my hands.

With a playful scowl, he finally let go of my hands, and I pointed to the clock with an eye-roll, even though it was pretty damn early. But Wooyoung being Wooyoung merely rolled his eyes and slipped back into bed.

Oh, no. Not again.

I climbed on top of  Wooyoung's bed and jumped on him, making him gasp as he shoved me off. I fell to the ground and rolled around in laughter. It was so darn fun riling Louis up, when it was always the other way around usually.

I sat up on the ground, grinning when Wooyoung  met my eyes, his narrowed.

"Morning", I signed cheekily.  Wooyoung smiled.

"San didn't sleep over?", I teased, and Wooyoung after reading what I said, blushed.

Cute. They seemed legit now. And I was very happy for my best friend. Wooyoung did deserve someone like San, who would do anything to keep his guy happy.

Wooyoung had told me that San had been the one to ask him to be his boyfriend.

"Not today, no",  he cocked his head to the side. 

"When are you gonna snog Mr. Park though?",  Wooyoung signed cheekily, and I blushed madly, scrambling up and smacking him.

But kissing Seonghwa, damn. It feels too surreal to even be true.

Grabbing his clothes, Wooyoung then disappeared out of the room to go to the bathrooms, and as I had nothing better to do, decided to loiter outside. But if I went to my bench right now which was a good distance away, I won't be able to make it back in time for the classes.

Climbing down the empty stairs, I stuck my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, and fighting the shiver of the cold morning wind, I made my way outside the dorm building, crossing the employee's rooms to get to the school building.

And out of habit, I glanced up at Seonghwa's window, who of course must still be in bed. Damn, Wooyoung and I were early birds, I realised, as I saw the sky starting to tint pink and yellow.

As soon as I stepped inside the other building, someone tapped me on the shoulder, making me start.

I spun around with a hand on my heart, my heartbeat doubling even more as my eyes took in Seonghwa, standing there in a loose oversized cream coloured sweater, his trademark skinny jeans and Doc Martens. I gulped, shooting Seonghwa a warm smile which he returned.

"What are you doing up so early?" He signed, an eyebrow raised.

I blushed. "What are you doing up so early?"

Seonghwa smirked. "I had to finish setting up for today's new class. And you?", He crossed his arms.

"I'm kind of an earlybird. Even on Mondays", I wrinkled my nose as I put my hands down. Wow. I'm so lame.

"Well, I'm glad I caught you. C'mon, I want to show you something", Seonghwa signed, a sly smile playing on his lips as he passed an arm around my shoulder, leading me to his art room.

And suddenly it hit me. This was the first time Seonghwa and I had been alone together, in some place other than the bench. And my stomach was twisting in a good way as I thought about this, as I felt Seonghwa's arm now curled across my lower back.

I still kept reminding myself to not just lose myself in this. Seonghwa, amazing perfect Seonghwa actually fancied me. Returned my feelings. And he has convinced me that he means everything he said. And I make him happy just as much as he makes me.

But I just can't bring myself to be a hundred percent sure about this.

And I want to smack myself for that.

Why can't I just go with the flow?

Why doesn't cautious, pessimistic Yeosang ever let horny, bold Yeosang take control?

As soon as we entered the art class, Seonghwa slipped his hand into mine, entwining my fingers, making my cheeks heat up as I met his eyes; his shining with happiness. I bit my lower lip to suppress a smile.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I finally took in the art class, where easels were sat up for today's class, like Seonghwa had told me.

Seonghwa led me to his desk as he let go of my hand. Opening his desk with the lock, he pulled out a folded paper and gave it to me.

"It's a letter. I know it wasn't my turn, or maybe it was, but I wanted to say something. Actually a lot. Just. Read it", Seonghwa signed, then ruffled his hair, smiling at me cutely as I smiled back and nodded, twisting the square note in my hands.

Meeting Seonghwa's eyes, we both kept staring at each other, my breathing slowing, as Seonghwa finally reached forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to him.

"We're okay here, trust me", he signed as he noticed I was tense, and I nodded, taking a deep breath as I met his beautiful, sincere eyes.

I can't believe this is happening. Seonghwa and I, alone. Will something happen?

Well I don't really care. Being alone with Seonghwa like this, whether we're talking or anything else, is the best thing for me.

As I felt Seonghwa entwine our fingers together again, squeezing our hands as if to silently reassure me, my lips curved into an awed smile.

This is the first time I've ever considered myself the luckiest fucker.

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