i'll be that somebody for you

7. Dancing Like Butterfly Wings

The first snowflakes were falling on Seoul. Wooyoung put his hands out of the pockets of his winter jacket and rubbed them together. He rang the bell, heard footsteps from outside and waited. The door opened showing Yunho on the threshold with his usual puppy smile.

Wooyoung returned the smile. He put a foot inside the flat and suddenly, he forgot everything. The only thing that was in his mind was his friends. That day, he was going to spend a whole night with them. They would make him laugh. They would make him forget about his worries. Just for a couple of hours, but it would still be that.

"Today, I am definitely going to rip Jongho's head off," Yunho started when they arrived in the living room "Last time, we were on his field, now we are on mine "

Wooyoung frowned.

"He just bought Just Dance and wants to show off", Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

Yunho denied that fact which led to the giant and the tiny to bicker. Seonghwa and Wooyoung looked at them, laughing and making comments about their childish behaviour. Mingi was too focused on his phone, probably texting that noona again. San arrived in the living room, coming from the corridor. His face lit up when he saw Wooyoung. He approached him with a big smile but not the kind of smile Wooyoung liked. No, this time it was the pleading smile.

"Wooyoungie, I'm so glad to see you," San said with a honey voice.

"No,"

"What? I didn't ask anything!"

"I know that voice and that smile. Whatever you want, the answer is no,"

San pouted, like a baby.

"I just didn't eat yet and wanted to know if you could make some ramyeon ?" he asked, fluttering eyelashes, getting his face closer to Wooyoung's.

"What am I? Your personal chef?" Wooyoung said in a teasing tone.

"My life would be easier if you were,"

"I'm hungry too, to be honest," Seonghwa intervened.

Wooyoung sighed and gave in. He went to the kitchen, not noticing San and Seonghwa giving each other a high five. Now, he knew where everything was. Actually, Yunho and Mingi's flat was their second house. He turned on the hotplates when Mingi arrived next to him.

Mingi dyed his hair again. His hair was light brown and it fit him well. He stayed there, looking at Wooyoung for a couple of seconds.

"Say something, you're being awkward," Wooyoung said, not looking at him.

Mingi stuttered, running his right hand on his hair.

"Sorry, uh... I wanted to thank you"

"Me? For what?"

"I followed your advice," he first said before seeing Wooyoung's confusion, "About the girl I... you know. I showed her that I understood what she told me, about commitment and everything. We still saw each other and she actually asked me out,"

"Wait... like on a date?" Wooyoung said, excited.

Mingi nodded, with a little smile.

"She told me she thought a lot about it and that she wanted to give me a chance. She also told me not to expect something, which I won't. So, thank you."

"Mingi-ah, don't thank me. She's giving you a chance because of who you are, not because of me. She'd dumb not to notice the perfect boyfriend that you'd be,"

"You really mean that?"

Wooyoung looked at Mingi. His friend was taller, stronger and looked older than him. But at that moment, he looked so vulnerable and so young. He always thought Mingi was the kind of guy who had confidence, like San.