↱FORBIDDEN COLORS↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

stranger

Why did he look so much like Hongjoong?

Seonghwa was staring.

Couldn't help himself from ogling at the older male.

Was he older?

Seonghwa had gotten one look at him and automatically switched to speaking formally.

Better safe than sorry.

The man leaned over the counter of the bar to request a room in the back.

The man handed over cash in exchange for an obnoxiously ancient looking key before falling from his tiptoes back to the flats of his feet.

Cash!

Why hadn't Seonghwa thought of that?

He couldn't use his credit card here.

What a way to get caught.

Luckily this guy existed.

Next time, he told himself, he'd bring cash.

The simple observation was a welcome distraction.

Seonghwa was positively flushing all the way down to his collarbones because he had been blatantly staring at the guy, up until the simple notion of cash passed his awareness.

Why did he look so much like Hongjoong?

Like, he obviously wasn't, Seonghwa rationalized.

Hongjoong wasn't gay.

Seonghwa almost laughed at the thought.

And maybe if he took off the mask he'd look nothing like his group mate, but standing there, just the right height, just the right build with a facial structure that was undeniably similar, even in the dull lighting, Seonghwa was enamored.

Yet devastatingly confused.

Because why did he look like Hongjoong?

And why did that make Seonghwa feel better about this whole thing?

He felt more at ease the moment his brain had pieced together the similarities.

Felt his pulse calming and the panicked breathing dissipate slightly.

The panic had returned tenfold when he realized that he was going to be kissing the boy that looked like his hyung, and he'd half expected it to be the weirdest experience ever.

But it wasn't.

It had actually been the single greatest make out session of his life.

And now they were going to sleep together.

And that thought didn't make him uncomfortable... but it made him really fucking nervous.

Made his stomach feel like it was knotting itself in an untenable mess.

Made a rush of heat travel up his stomach.