𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

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"Dude, I don't care, it's too early..."

Seonghwa's voice sounded tired over the phone that Yunho had put on speaker, hands too shaky to hold it.

"It's important! You're the only one I can tell what happened!"

"Can't you just call Mingi?"

"And die? No, you're quite literally the only person that can know"

Yunho had waited for far too long. He had spent the rest of his night tossing in his sleep, plagued by feelings too big and too sudden for him to rationalize. He needed to speak to someone, and since Mingi was obviously out of the picture and the others didn't know the whole story between them, he only had Seonghwa to confide to.

"Fine, but I'm still to have breakfast so just talk and I'll process everything later...eventually"

Yunho took a deep breath and hunched over, head between his hands as he recalled what happened that night, in that very kitchen. Getting to feel the weight of her body on his, having her so close and feel so wet on him... He still felt like the whole thing was a hallucination, and he found no articulate way to put it.

"I hooked up with Haru tonight. I also might've confessed to her"

He expected silence on the other end of the phone. Instead, what he got was the awful sound of Seonghwa choking and spluttering his breakfast all over.

"You okay over there?" he dared to ask, once his cough fit was over.

"I'm just peachy but what the fuck is wrong with you?! Don't play these pranks on me at this hour!"

"Dude, I'm serious"

And there it was, the silence he expected to get the first time, only it lasted for way shorter than he expected.

"I repeat, what the fuck is wrong with you. You both actually..."

"Don't tell Haru I told you!"

"I won't dumbass, I'd like not to get shot for real during rehearsals...how did this happen, exactly?"

Yunho sighed. All he could see when he closed his eyes was her, all he felt under his fingertips was the texture of her skin, and he hated her for it because he was supposed to give Seonghwa a decent answer, but he couldn't.

"She was at Joy's yesterday, and she stayed the night, and look I don't know what came over me... I texted her and then, well..."

"Tell me you didn't send her a hey, you up? Text like a high-school fuckboy"

Yunho didn't reply, and he heard Seonghwa sigh heavily on the phone.

"Of course, you did. Fuck... you're officially the strongest candidate for idiot of the year"

"I already know that, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"I think you should talk to her about this, as soon as you can" his friend replied "And you two better not screw it up because if we end up losing the show..."

"It won't happen" Yunho swore, his resolve a little stronger now that he had a valid argument to bring up to her.

"Yeah, I sure hope so..."

"I said it won't. Okay, thanks man, I'll keep you posted"

"Can't wait to see you come crying at my door"

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Haru was ready to admit that knocking at San's door still smelling like Yunho was not her brightest idea, but it was now or never. The show's success and her mental stability were at stake, and she was not ready to give up either of them.