"Bye, have a nice day!" Yeosang smiled as he said goodbye to the person that was leaving the supermarket.
He sighed as he looked down to his feet, moving his head around as he felt his neck hurting from all the money counting and overall just standing and working all day. He was working part time as a cashier to pay off his scholarship and expenses like food since he didn't have any other financial support.
Things have been tough, but Yeosang managed to start and save up money to buy his own apartment even if it took him to be starving for days.
He sighed, starting to wipe down the counter and thinking how he should study when he gets back. Yeosang hated this, but he didn't have any other choice.
His phone suddenly buzzed, and Yeosang stopped his actions to see what was it. The name of their chaotic group chat popped up name popped up, and Yeosang almost laughed again.
Hoes mad😫
Woo:
are y'all bitches up?Hongkong:
What fatass?Sa(ta)n:
MY fatassWoo:
<3 👅Yoyo:
🤢Woo:
are you bitches up for a party?Yoyo:
Who's hosting?
Hongkong:
YeahWoo:
that guy donghyunWoo:
saturday at 8Yeosang really didn't want to go, knowing that Jongho would be there too just like all of the football gang. That's just how it goes.
If one is there, then there are all of them.
He knew he would be forced to go anyway if his friends decide they would go, but he really didn't want to.
Sa(ta)n:
are we doing it on purpose?Hongkong:
DefYeosang sighed before he typed a reply.
Yoyo:
Okay
He placed his phone back to his pocket before he got to cleaning the floors. God, why was Jongho on his mind so much?
He just couldn't stop thinking about how honest Jongho sounded, and how guilty he looked. Yeosang just.. couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened.
He knows he should move on and live his life like he did years before, but Jongho is taking over his mind.
Maybe Yeosang should forgive him.
He sighed, shaking his head and instead staring at the floor blankly as he continued to mop it.
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Seonghwa smiled as he scrolled through Hongjoong's Instagram account.
He was sitting down on the chair against the table in his shared room, not even caring about anything and just looking through his posts.
It was full of pictures that were mainly his designs with some of his pictures, and Seonghwa kinda felt bad because he didn't post himself often.
Instead there were only a couple of pics that were mainly from the back so his face couldn't be seen, and Seonghwa's favorite one is the mirror selca.
It showed Hongjoong's beautiful smile and his face fully, and the most perfect thing was his hair that was half white and half black.
Seonghwa smiled again, leaning his head into his palm and just mindlessly staring into the screen. He could fall in love just by looking at his pictures.
"Hyung?" A voice behind him asked.
Seonghwa hummed, not taking his eyes off the phone as he went through Hongjoong's highlights.
He smiled, but there was something hitting him on the back of his head soon after.
He let out a small 'Ah!' as he held himself by the back of his head, staring at Mingi in confusion as the male kept the rolled newspaper in hand.
Mingi was his room mate and also a coworker. Seonghwa got to know him at years 2 years back when he just started working at a cafe part time just like he was.
He had a boyfriend, Yunho, who was almost all the time together at their apartment and almost no time at his.
Seonghwa didn't mind it, but it was kinda annoying seeing them being so affectionate and lovely with each other even if they were a perfect match.
"What was that for?!" Seonghwa exclaimed.
Mingi shrugged his shoulders. "Just felt like it."
At that moment, Yunho walked in the room. He smiled lightly and looked between the two males.
"Did you hit Seonghwa-hyung again?" Yunho asked as he stroked Mingi's pink hair and sat down next to him on the sofa.
Mingi hummed. "It's because he keeps looking at that guy's insta!"
Yunho chuckled, stretching his long legs onto the chair that was in front of the couch for some reason and wrapping his arm around Mingi's shoulders.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "So what if I am? He is beautiful!"
"Then date him. What are you waiting for? You've been looking at his pictures for months now."
The truth was that Seonghwa knew Hongjoong for almost a year now, but he didn't know him.
He stalked Hongjoong on social media and looked at him every chance he got, and when he saw him in the coffee shop, it was just perfect time to ask him for a number.
Seonghwa was a coward for not being able to ask him sooner, but he also knew that it was better. At least he had a plan like this.
"I will, I'm just taking things slowly. You should have seen his face when I asked him for number." Seonghwa giggled as he remembered the face Hongjoong made.
He is just so whipped for him. It's insane.
"Taking things slow when he is stalking him almost 24/7. How ironic." Yunho sassed.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Leave me alone."
He went back to looking Hongjoong's picture again, smiling a bit again and just staring at the male smiling. The picture had a caption that said : "Feeling confident rn. Might delete later."
Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. It was the latest picture that was a selca, and he didn't understand why would he ever delete such a beautiful picture.
Is he not confident? If that was the reason, Seonghwa was ready to prove that if he thinks of himself lowly is wrong.
Hongjoong was the most beautiful and handsome man he has ever laid his eyes on.
"Hyung, you wanna play games with us?" Mingi asked as he shook a play station controller in his hand.
Seonghwa stared at him for a second before he hummed.
"Give me a moment, please." He said, getting a 'okay' in return.
He typed down something on his phone, smirking as he sent a comment under Hongjoong's post.
PShwa:
Thank you for giving me my new wallpaper <3

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𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 𝐱 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ✓
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