𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 ☆ 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

╰⊱𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝟿:𝟹𝟶 𝑃𝑀⊰

1985

When it came to being a good host, San did his best to play the role impeccably, no matter how much he despised that sometimes, just like everybody else.

You know, having people over might be fun, but it might get stressful as well, especially when they touch your stuff and place them somewhere else or when they're getting too loud and noisy. A pain in the ass.

But, in order to be treated decently, you have to offer the same amount of care. Therefore, tonight was the movie night, like every other Friday when his and his friends' schedules were pretty much empty, and all three of them decided to watch a new horror movie at San's.

Fridays were always dedicated to horror franchise. Sundays were for the comedy and other genres, according to Yeosang. Hongjoong on the other hand was pretty much neutral, as long as there were snacks and his favorite drinks waiting for him.

San's attentive gaze scanned over the small coffee table placed in front of the couch, making sure that it was filled to the brim with snacks and sweet things to satisfy both of his friends' tastes, alongside the small bottles and cans of fizzy drinks, something he deeply hated. He always had his own bottle of water right next to him during the movie.

The blonde male brought extra pillows and blankets from his room and extended the couch a little, just to assure the great amount of comfort for his comrades.

Speaking of which, they should've been here 30 minutes ago, according to their agreement. Glancing at the clock made San frown every time he remembered about the boys' lack of punctuality.

But what can you do? Boys are boys and even he had to be okay with that.

Sighing, he let go of the last pillow and stepped towards the TV. As usual, San crouched down and took a seat on the carpet in order to have access to the plethora of cassettes nicely ordered like books on shelves under the TV.

"We saw Evil Dead last week... American Werewolf in London, no... The Dead Zone? I don't remember buying this one." He hummed and flipped the cassette on each side, inspecting it.

And he was right, some of them belonged to his younger brother, Jongho, who shared the same passion for horror movies and crashed at his place from time to time when the Choi family would stop by for a weekend visit or when the younger had enough of their strict bullshit and wanted to escape a little from their grip.

Then, he took out another two cassettes, flipping them over to discover the titles.

"Poltergeist and A Nightmare on Elm Street, okay, these should do." The blonde concluded and pushed his glasses up on his nose out of habit, then got up and settled both movies on top of the folded blankets, so Yeosang and Hongjoong could choose freely after their arrival.

Suddenly, the telephone rang, shattering the silence and San's messy thoughts along with it, making him turn his head to the said direction.

'Finally', he thought while moving towards the landline, expecting to hear one of his best friend's voice, asking him to let them in because they didn't have their own key card to enter the building.

"Hello?" San said when he picked up. "You know, you should beg for forgiveness first if you wanna come up, right? You're fucking late."

His tone was harsh and grumpy, but the boys were out of trouble, because he was in a playful mood, even though you couldn't tell by his resting bitch face he displays all the time.

Though, his friends' laughter was missing. Not even Hongjoong's sarcastic remarks didn't tag along.

"Guys? You there?"

For a few seconds, all he could hear was silence.

Oh? What was that?

It seemed like someone was... breathing heavily at the end of the line? Like their breathing was a bit shaky.

"...Hello? I... um, can I speak to Yunho?"

"I'm sorry? Who is this?"

"I... I'm his brother, c-can you hand him the phone, please? It's urgent!"

San's brows knitted together in confusion. Was it some kind of sick joke Hongsang planned in their pathetic trial to scare him or something?

"There is no Yunho here. Who am I speaking to?"

Silence again. A few seconds passed in utter silence and San became even more disoriented.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"Hell-" The doorbell rang, startling him. At the same time, the call ended abruptly.

Whoever was that, they left San perplexed with his yellow phone in his hand, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

But not for too long because it was clear by the sound of it that the poor doorbell was hardcore abused on the other side of the door and it got on the male's nerves.

"I'm coming!" He snapped and slammed the telephone shut and dragged his feet to the door, unlocking and opening it with a visible amount of frustration.

"Here you are, I thought you planned to move the sleepover in the hallway!" Yeosang chuckled, amused by his friend's expression. "Told you we got here early, hyung. We caught him off guard."

"You're late–"

"Are you going to keep us out here for the rest of the night, or...?" Hongjoong commented in a sassy tone and pushed San by the chest inside, dragging Yeosang inside with the other hand, closing the door shut behind them.