𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || sequel to Colors of You

jealousy doesn't look good on anyone

Wooyoung paced around the hotel room, restlessly. They had arrived to the beautiful resort in Hawaii only about an hour ago, taken there by Seonghwa's private jet, which had been a relief to Wooyoung. At least that meant that he avoided running into Yeosang for a little longer.

While Seonghwa was in the shower, Wooyoung stepped outside on the balcony, trying to calm his nerves with the champagne that had been waiting for them. He had taken a shower himself before then, politely Seonghwa's playful suggestion of the two of them showering together.

Things had all happened so fast. One day he was at work, minding his own business, and suddenly he were far away from home - with a man he barely even knew. And with what purpose? To make his ex jealous?

"Idiot," Wooyoung snorted, emptying the glass of champagne.

He had sworn to stay away from Yeosang, and now he had flown thousand of miles for the simple cause of deliberately running into the older again.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, had him jerk his head towards it, just in time to catch a glimpse of Seonghwa walking back into the shared bedroom again. The older was only covered by a towel around his waist, and with his dark hair hanging in tousled wet locks - and Wooyoung had to look away not to get caught staring.

Seonghwa had promised he wasn't going to try to get into Wooyoung's pants, unless he was asked to, and Wooyoung had appreciated that, despite the burning desire to get choked on the older's cock. And although the older had promised to restrain himself, it obviously didn't stop him from making teasing suggestions.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Seonghwa asked, when he joined Wooyoung on the balcony.

"Yep." Smacking his lips shut, Wooyoung stared at the ocean, doing his best to calm his pounding heart and blushing cheeks.

"Well, I'll get dressed now, are you ready to go soon?"

Wooyoung nodded, ignoring the lump growing in his throat the thought of the company dinner he was about to join in less than half an hour.

"Good," Seonghwa smirked. "Let the show begin."

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Wooyoung's face was hurting from all the fake smiling, and he was starting to fear that he would end up with that expression for good. There were too many people for his liking, but to be honest his preferred amount was definitely less than ten. Possibly less than five.

But with the sun setting in the distance, and the warm breeze through his hair, things weren't all that bad. He had had enough of cocktails not to care too much anyway. The dinner party was set on the beach, and Wooyoung let the warm sand slide through his feet at any chance he got.

Seonghwa stayed by his side at all time, either with an arm around his shoulders, or their hands entwined, as Wooyoung was dragged around to greet everyone of the older's colleagues.

"Seonghwa."

The voice was cold, distant although it came from the person right in front of them. The blue eyes had narrowed down, darkened like the sky before a raging storm.

He looked gorgeous though, with his bright locks pushed back in soft curls, and a dark green shirt, sleeves rolled up and the upper three buttons left unbuttoned.

"Yeosang," Seonghwa greeted back, smiling as fake as the lilac haired male had to force himself to do as well, and with that he pulled Wooyoung even closer. "So, are you here alone?"

For a brief moment Yeosang seemed to zone out. His eyes had found Wooyoung's, and they held onto him in that soul-shaking, overwhelming way that they always did. The way Wooyoung both loved and hated.