𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 | 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 𝐱 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ✓

{4}

Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows when his head started to hurt a lot.

He kept his eyes closed as he moved around the soft covers and rubbed his temples, feeling like he had a hangover.

It felt so warm and comfortable, and Yeosang didn't know when did Wooyoung even buy silky covers. It was awfully comfortable and quiet. It seems like there is a lot of surprises today.

Yeosang hasn't felt more rested in months, considering his job and Minwoo that didn't even sometimes let him to even come in the house. He slowly opened his tired eyes, being greeted by the sun that was getting through the window.

Yeosang was too sleepy to realize this room was far away from Wooyoung's, and it smelled so much nicer. He turned on his back, rubbing his eyes again and yawning.

"Oh, you're awake." The familiar voice spoke up.

Yeosang immediately sat up on the bed as it was a jump scare, feeling his heart start to race in the matter of seconds. He immediately realized he wasn't at Wooyoung's since the room looked nothing a like his best friend's. He saw that handsome man who introduced himself as "Jongho" leaning on the huge window that showed the nature and watched Yeosang sit on the bed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Jongho spoke up again as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms.

Yeosang allowed himself to look at what he was wearing again. He once again wore almost everything black except for the white button up shirt that was once again covered by the black suit.

He liked the way his long dark hair always fell over his big eyes, covering his forehead and hiding those dark orbits a bit. Yeosang wasn't sure what was he doing here, or how many hours has it already been. It was day now, and he doesn't know where he is anymore.

"I hope you remember my name at least." Jongho said in a joking manner, not even smiling at him or showing any emotion.

Yeosang nodded a bit as the man slowly walked forward to him. He stood in front of the bed and watched Yeosang, making the male squirm under his cold gaze. He was never a comfortable person, specially with new people or people who literally kidnap him.

"I never got your name." Jongho spoke up.

Yeosang blinked as he shifted a bit and pulled the sweater paws over his hands.
The hoodie definitely wasn't his, but that was probably the least of his problems now. Is it a good idea to tell him his name? After all, this man literally kidnapped him in some way, at least.

"I-I'm Minhee.."

He doesn't know why did he lie, but he just doesn't feel safe here. Why was he at Jongho's house anyway?

The man raised his eyebrow. "Really? I'm pretty sure a tag on your uniform said Yeosang."

The male widened his eyes. Why the fuck was he even asking if he knows his name already?

Ah, fuck.

Yeosang didn't really want to be rude to him, considering that this man literally has no emotions and could literally kill him with just his eyes and a look. He was getting more and more scared of this man. Who the fuck goes out in the middle of the night with men around him and pointing a gun on random people?

"Why did you even ask me then?" Yeosang mumbled before he could stop himself.

The man shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Wanted to see if you're going to be honest if I asked you."

Yeosang stared at him before Jongho gave out his palm. He looked down to the soft hand that held him from falling down almost 3 days ago.

"Come on, let's go downstairs. You need to eat and I need to tell you about some things."

Yeosang slowly took his hand before getting up from the bed. Jongho slowly helped him to get up and led him to the door, opening it and revealing the huge hallway with a lot of doors. He kept his hand on Yeosang's lower back for a second before nodding straight to get Yeosang to walk. He was getting more and more confused about this guy.

Jongho looked over to him before taking a step back closer to Yeosang and wrapping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer.

"You might faint again.." Jongho mumbled.

Even if Yeosang knows that it's bad to blush at someone he doesn't even know, he couldn't help it. Jongho is awfully handsome, and what else should a person like Yeosang do? (apart from running away because Jongho literally took him to his home without even asking him.)

When they were downstairs once, Yeosang saw the spacious living room that looked just like Jongho's whole vibe. It was mainly grey or black, and Yeosang started wondering if he knows any other colors apart from black and white.

"Come here." Jongho spoke up to get him walking after Yeosang stopped and looked around the living room.

He turned his head before nodding slowly and starting to walk towards what seemed the huge table. Yeosang widened his eyes when he realized how much food was there, everything smelling and looking wonderful.

He didn't even know he was hungry until seeing the food, but Yeosang is kinda getting skeptical about all of this.

"Sit down please." Jongho said once again, pointing a hand onto the one of many chairs.

Yeosang quietly obeyed, not knowing what to do and crossing his legs. He stared at Jongho who sat across from him and just stared back for a few moments. When it started to get awkward, Yeosang shifted in his seat and looked down to his hands that were in his lap.

"I bet you wonder why are you here." Jongho said after a few of minutes.

Yeosang looked up to him, nodding slowly without any word said back to him. Jongho stared at him again, licking his lips and crossing his hands against his chest. Yeosang stared back at him and ignored the way his stomach let out a growl.

"You won't eat?" Jongho asked.

Yeosang looked over to where the smell was coming from, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried not to eat all of it. How could he ever resist fried chicken that was just in front of him?

But again, Yeosang shook his head. Something about all of this just made Yeosang uncomfortable. How could he trust a guy he just met? For all he knows, the food might be poisoned and-

Jongho sighed. "It isn't poisoned. Please eat at least a bit, or else you might faint on me again."

Yeosang wasn't sure if he was joking now because he said it like he could read his mind, or was he actually being serious. He swore he started to get annoyed just by how Jongho's sigh was sounding like the annoyed one.

"Please, feel free to eat. It will make me feel good knowing you will be fine." Jongho spoke up again but now in a less annoyed voice.

And who was Yeosang to say no to free food?

Eating fried chicken with Jongho who had a cup of coffee across him, Yeosang just decided to enjoy his food as he sipped onto the black liquid. It was silent as Yeosang avoided his gaze, and Jongho just watched him with his cold eyes.

"Lee Minwoo." He spoke up suddenly.

Yeosang stopped chewing at the mention of his (ex) boyfriend. He gulped as Jongho just stared at him while tapping his fingers on the mug. It was like he wanted to say something.

"That name means something to you, am I right?" Jongho continued.