-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

SunWon: green-eyed

first, it was the day sunghoon told him he was breaking up with sunoo. he threw a fit.

“sunoo, honey,” sunghoon says, leveled and platitudinal, “you’re being unreasonable. shit like this happens all the time.”

“do i know them?” sunoo hisses, staring right at sunghoon with eyes alight.

sunghoon swallows, and the longer he takes to open his mouth and spit it out, the quicker sunoo feels his own vitriol rising. “probably. he just joined your team.”

the cheerleading team? nobody new has been added, they’re still the same twenty two people they’ve been since last year, save for—

“the new kid?” sunoo breathes out in disbelief. apparently someone passed the auditions, but he’s only allowed to join practice starting next month so he can acclimate to the university without getting distracted.

he wrenches himself away from sunghoon, glaring daggers at the alpha on his bed. sunghoon looks guilty, but not guilty enough—fucking prick. “you’ve been fucking around with him while we were together?” he asks.

“no, no, sunoo—” sunghoon hurries to say when sunoo grabs a shoe and threatens to throw it at him. “we’ve only talked once, i swear. he asked me for a tour around campus, and i showed him around, that was all!”

sunoo laughs, bitter and wicked, like he was only let in on the joke now. “oh, god! no fucking wonder you’ve been watching our practice lately!” his laughter dies down within seconds, and his eyes are sharp and calculating, assessing him.

in the four months they’ve been dating, sunghoon has never watched their practice, despite sunoo’s numerous attempts at getting him to sit on the bleachers and watch him like a supportive boyfriend would. all the other cheerleaders had their partners watch at least once—the lacrosse players, football players, soccer, volleyball.

“you were fucking waiting for him to show up! waiting for him to prance around barely clothed! shit, this is priceless.” sunoo can’t stop laughing. it was so perfect. here he was, thinking sunghoon was finally giving in because maybe, maybe his affection was turning into love. he laughs until hot, angry tears fall down his cheeks.

sunghoon was breaking up with him for some omega who’s been here for barely a week. an omega that he hasn’t even met yet.

“and you’re, what, planning to court him?” sunoo snaps, voice ringing too loud in the quiet room. his emotions possess him wholly, nearly corrosive, rage too big for his body to handle.

sunghoon swallows. he grabs a tissue box and offers it to sunoo, who ignores it as he begins to crumple and sob on the floor. “that’s the plan.” he says softly, and sunoo hates how sunghoon doesn't even bother to get off the goddamn bed to comfort him.

“sunoo, it’s not you. i like you. it’s just that.. there’s just— there’s something about him.” then, quieter, “you know how i feel about soulmates.”

that snaps him out of it—he can’t be mad. he really can’t. sunoo and sunghoon have had this conversation about soulmates. sunghoon had always believed in them and sunoo never did. it was outdated and stupid, a load of bullshit. only one in a couple thousand people still believed in that crap, and sunghoon just happened to be that one.

while sunoo was propositioning him, insistent and straightforward, sunghoon had told sunoo himself that he didn’t want to date anybody who wasn’t his soulmate. and sunoo, stupidly, had said it was alright, that sunghoon could break up with sunoo if the day he met his soulmate ever came.

he didn’t know if would turn into when, and especially not so fucking soon. in all honesty, he had forgotten about it after their first month, because sunghoon treated him like they were destined to be. it never occurred to sunoo that sunghoon might still be anticipating meeting his soulmate. the sex was great, their chemistry was unmatched, they understood each other.