↱REPUTATION↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

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March began to come to a close with sunnier days and longer evenings.

The promise of spring was just around the corner.

Leaves returned to the trees, vibrant and green.

Flowers began to sprout, ready to bloom at any moment.

Slowly but surely, people began to spend more time outside to enjoy the good weather.

Life was coming back to the city.

Yet Hongjoong still spent his free time with Seonghwa, whether they were getting high, studying, fooling around, or just enjoying their talks about classes and life.

It had gotten to the point where they knew each other's schedule by heart and no longer felt the need to ask to hangout, they were all but attached at the hip.

A handful of times Hongjoong returned to his own dorm after class to find Seonghwa waiting for him, Mingi being the one that had let him in without any questions.

The second time this happened, Seonghwa had taken it upon himself to have a short nap while he waited, had intended on waking up whenever Hongjoong returned, but Hongjoong only joined him in peaceful slumber when he noticed the small form in his bed.

If he allowed himself to think about it, Hongjoong often got lost in thought about how much his life had changed in the past few months.

Never did he imagine that it would become anything like this.

That someone like Seonghwa would waltz into his life.

That he would have someone that meant so much to him that he for once didn't feel the need to push away.

It was good.

Too good.

If he thought too hard about it he got uneasy and anxious, and if Hongjoong were to be honest, there was a small but rational part of him that was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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As Hongjoong exhaled the smoke in his lungs and passed the bowl to Mingi his phone lit up with a new notification, his attention momentarily torn away from his three friends sat around the coffee table in his shared living room with Mingi.

Hongjoong looked down to see Seonghwa's name along with a series of texts from him.

He quickly read the messages and tapped out a reply about being busy at the moment but promising they could hang out later that night.

When Hongjoong set his phone back down on the small wooden table littered with empty beer bottles in front of him and looked back up he met Wooyoung's gaze.

Beer bottle in hand, stopping just before he was able to tip it back to take a mouthful, Wooyoung spoke, "Tell your boyfriend you guys can talk later, you haven't hung out with us in forever."

Hongjoong's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a seconds before Wooyoung's words registered and he scrunched up his nose.

"He's not my boyfriend," he said and reached forward for his own beer bottle.