bittersweet

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mingyu walked out of the building he had his interview in, the gentle breeze as the cars drove by messing up his hair. the sunlight kissed his tanned skin in the early afternoon as mingyu took a deep breath in. he could feel this interview wasn't going to turn out the best.

but he clung onto that small hope.

he needed to become better.

mingyu's resolve was set in stone, and he would land himself a good job.

his part time at the cafe wasn't enough, and he was barely getting by each month.

he continued applying to all kinds of jobs, ranging from office workers to modelling. the modelling companies always expressed some sort of interest in him, before they started ghosting him. by two days of no updates, mingyu had come to know he needed to apply for something else again.

he walked towards the bus stop, his phone in hand in order to check where he was going next.

until he realized that his next stop was xu minghao's house, the slight younger having requested for them to hang out, maybe to help minghao with his slowly building fashion line.

it was small, but minghao still sold plenty of clothes and paid mingyu when the taller helped model for the chinese.

the two of them simply clicked together when they had first met back in photography class in high school, sharing similar tastes in interests.

mingyu got onto the bus, paying for his ticket fare before walking further into the vehicle and locating himself a seat, next to a window. he plugged his headphones in, turning up the volume of the song he last listened to. he looked outside, watching as the buildings and cars all moved by.

he got to minghao's house in one piece, entering minghao's unit number into the buzzer so the other could let him in.

"hao open the door." he said once minghao picked up, the buzzer making a buzzing noise indicating that the door had been unlocked. mingyu walked over to the large glass doors, pulling on the handle of the right one and opening the door for himself.

mingyu's feet knew where he was going, since he's been here several times over the past few years. he pressed the elevator button, waiting for the mechanical metal box to arrive at the first floor. mingyu took his phone out, checking a few messages while he waited.

the lights indicated that the elevator had stopped on the seventh floor, and mingyu had noticed it. he let out a sigh, turning around and going straight towards the staircase. minghao lived on the fourth floor, and mingyu had no intention of taking any chances of seeing him.

'curse hao for getting this apartment.' mingyu thought to himself bitterly, climbing the staircase up to the fourth floor.

he pushed all thoughts of that male out of his head once more, pushing the door open and turning left down into the hallway that lead to minghao's unit.

he landed three loud knocks on the familiar door, the sound of footsteps approaching the door was heard before a lock clicked, and then the door was flung open, revealing the chinese male who invited mingyu to his apartment.

"mingyu! come in- how was your interview?" the shorter of the two asked, moving aside to let mingyu into his ever so neat apartment unit. "not feeling this one- i might have said something they didn't like." mingyu grumbled, slipping off his shoes and following minghao into the apartment.

"none of those modelling companies in faraway seoul answer back yet?" minghao asked, making a beeline to the kitchen to get both himself and mingyu a cup of tea. mingyu just dropped himself onto one of the bar stools that provided him a look into the kitchen.