"you need to talk to him jong. it's been two fucking weeks and you're back to acting like the poor boy has the plague."
yeosang and jongho were currently sitting in the back of their biology lecture, the professor having stepped outside to take a call and yeosang hadn't wasted any time in telling the younger off.
"ya! don't you think i know that? it's not that fucking easy sangie. it's been what, eleven years? i can't just suddenly push all that resentment away and try to forgive him." jongho's words were only partially true. truth was, his resentment had started dying down a few months back, once he actually got to know his little brother and hang around him, seeing bits of yujin in how he acted and treated others.
but that was also what made him push him away once again. every time he felt himself starting to forgive san, or at least getting to a place where he would be able to sit down with the younger and talk to him, those memories would flood his mind; yujin, in a hospital bed, tube down her throat to help her take a breath, something that should have been natural for her to do on her own.
jongho didn't miss the exasperated sigh from his best friend, the clipped tone signaling his annoyance. "jongho. you act as if he pushed her in front of the car. as if he wanted it to happen. he was seven. i understand you miss your sister but you're just losing another sibling." the silver haired boy sighed softly as he watched the older stalk away to another friend across the room, his hands rising to tug at his hair lightly, a coping mechanism.
"ugh..fucking hell."
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"mhm hmm. i think she said about four weeks? we should be done with it by then..."
san was slightly startled by arms wrapping around his waist before he calmed down once again, relaxing into his boyfriend's arms, still talking to his lab partner.
"i'm alway- sometimes free. depends on the day. we can start tomorrow in the library? start with the research first and then start with the actual project." the small girl, rosé, nodded towards him before waving bye to him and wooyoung, the latter immediately covering his lover's face in kisses.
"ya! you just saw me literally five minutes ago. in the same classroom." wooyoung simply chuckled at the pout covering san's pretty lips, planting a soft kiss against them, watching them lift up into a shy smile. gosh, that was the prettiest sight, of course followed closely by san naked, begging, whimpering under hi-
"wooyoung!" he was snapped out of his thoughts by a soft flick to his forehead, wincing slightly before rubbing the spot, the culprit giggling to himself. "that's what you get for ignoring me." he slipped his hand into woo's, dragging the dark haired male through the halls, their destination now the cafeteria.
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"mingiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
"sannnnnnnnnie!"
wooyoung smiled to himself as san threw himself on the boy, watching the two of them hug before they pulled away, each petting the others hair.
"tell yunho to stop stealing you from me. he can go a couple of days without sticking his dick up your ass."
mingi immediately turned beet red, the three of them soon reaching the table as they sat down. san giggled at mingi's starstruck expression, letting himself melt into wooyoung's warm and inviting embrace. yeosang plopped down across from him, his annoyance definitely having traveled over from that morning. nobody questioned him as jongho sat down next to him, annoyance just as visible.
"so...hello to you two too." hongjoong tried to break the silence, seonghwa simply smacking his hand before telling him to hush up.
everybody fell into a rather...awkward silence, eyes flickering and the occasional clearing of somebody's throat. until yeosang spoke. "san. jongho needs to talk to you about something." jongho's eyes widening as he looked at yeosang gave everybody the proof they needed to know that something was upset, but they still remained silent.
"okay, well i'm free after scho-"
"yeosang why the fuck would you say that? i told you i'll do it when i'm fucking ready." jongho's outburst slightly startled san, eyes widening and doe like. "waiting for you to fucking do it is like waiting for paint to dry jongho. you can hate me all you want but not only are you hiding soemthing from him, you're hurting yourself and i'm not gonna sit around while you do so. so find me when you actually find your balls and decide to grow up and address it instead of pushing it back repeatedly."
everyone remained silent, stunned, as yeosang grabbed his bag, leaving the table, jongho unable to reply. yeosang was...wrong. yeah. he was wrong.
...except jongho wasn't so sure anymore now. was it time to rip off the bandaid and address the past? could he handle it?
meanwhile, san's face had twisted up in confusion, while he just started between the two boys until the latter had completely left the cafe, his eyes now stuck on the boy before him. why was he apart of their argument? had he done something to make them upset? was it something to do with why jongho always looked at san with hatred?
too many questions swirled through his head, yet he couldn't figure out what was going on.
what was it that jongho and him needed to talk about and why was it making yeosang angry?
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a/n: i know i said this would be an angst chapter, but i literally broke down writing it, so yeah. i'll have jongho explain it when him and san talk.
cant promise that the next chapter will be long but it most likely will be.
also, 1.17k reads? tysm! enjoy this sannie bathroom pic. <3 (i think it's a bathroom. idek anymore.)
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