Yeosang made it out of the apartment without waking him up. The cans in his bag had been ridiculously loud in the silence of the room but for some reason this Jongho had a pretty deep and healthy sleep. Yeosang had a big fucking problem even sleeping in a warm and comfortable bed but this guy didn’t even seem to care that he was on a fucking office chair…
But for some reason Yeo didn’t had a problem sleeping this night. Remembering the smell in his nose, the way the talking in the background had made him so beautifully distracted and just empty enough for him to fall asleep. Not waking up one time, not thinking about anything. Maybe it was the medication making him sleepy, but that wouldn’t explain why he felt… safe around him.
“Bullshit, Sangie”, he was whispering to himself, after shaking the thought away. Hissing his tongue thinking about it, checking his phone again as he was standing in the lane of the coffee shop a street away and realizing that he actually had enough time to just breathe. Checking the menu and still feeling the thoughts and pictures of Jongho in his mind. Feeling something in the pit of his stomach, yeah maybe he should forget about it but…
“Two Ice Americano”, he was saying before his brain could even stop him, feeling how he was biting his tongue and smiling politely. At least bring him coffee, after all the stress you put him through. You can still block his number after that…
“Thank you so much”, he was bowing with a tired smile, grabbing the handle and going outside again. The sun was completely up now, the weather still chilly but it wasn’t foggy like yesterday. Yeosang checked the time one last time, before deciding to walk back - he didn’t need to worry, he could just drop the coffee and go directly to the library and maybe change clothes there. The little incident from yesterday would be forgotten and everything would be back to normal.
He was walking down the street, only a few steps ahead as he could hear a familiar voice cutting through.
“Yeosang-ah”, someone was calling him out and for a second his stomach clenched so hard that it almost made him sick. A small trigger, seeming so big for Yeosang’s brain. Like a tiny drop on the calm surface of the sea and creating waves of emotions. Turning around and seeing brown hair and a tall figure approaching him.
“Hyung”, he was whispering, as if his brain just made him realize that he wouldn’t be able to deliver his little apology now. Or do anything else in this regard…
Why the fuck was he here?
“The craft shop called me yesterday”, he said, without a further hello , a how are you or an explanation why he was here all of a sudden. But the white plastic bag in his right hand was showing that he was maybe doing shopping near here. Of course they called because you befriended that little chicken of a manager, it was probably you calling him and not the other way around…
“I was at the hospital-”, he was bringing out rather shaky, “Why the fuck would you be at a hospital, you look fine to me”, his brother was saying, folding his forehead and checking his face and his body lazily - as if he wouldn’t really care if he was alright anyway. Hanging the bag around his wrist and grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket. The smoke creating big clouds in the chilly air.
“I accidentally ate something-”, “Really? Are you stupid or something? Why would you eat it when you know you are allergic to it”, he was hissing at him, mocking him in a way it was making Yeo’s heart small and tensed. His brown eyes fell down on the two Ice Americanos in his hand and Yeosang was close to hide them behind his bag.
“Ya!”, he was yelling out and Yeosang was biting down his teeth as he was flinching.
“So you don’t go to work and now you have money for shit like this?”, he was dragging on his cigarette and grabbing the coffee out of his hand.
“Why you need two anyway? Did you have fun with someone instead of going to work?”, he wanted to know, but the way his movements were stressed and hectic was indicating that he wasn’t really waiting for an answer. It wouldn’t matter what Yeo would say…
And he could feel the way he was making himself small, not even realizing that he was not moving or talking until it was already too late. But his body didn’t react. Seeing how his brother was walking past him and pushing him hardly by the back of his head. Yeo stumbling forward a step.
“Guess that’s mine now, since you bought it with my fucking money”, he was saying, “just because you don’t come home doesn’t mean I don’t get my money, alright?”.
“Yes, of course”, he whispered, as his brother was just walking away with the coffee he just bought.
"Go to fucking work, brat. And don't kill yourself eating fucking walnuts. You are not a baby", he was laughing about him.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
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