𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 - 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

History classes suck

"Hey Seonghwa, can you tell your mom that her classes suck? Her wars can suck my ass I'm done with this."

Seonghwa puts down his pen and sighs, raising his head to look at Yunho, who smiles amusedly as he sits directly on the table, shamelessly crushing Seonghwa's math book.

"Yun, my mom sucks, and not just her classes, you know that.

But stop sitting on that poor table, it'll break one day."

Yunho pouts and jumps off the said table, lazily pulling out a chair to throw his body on it with a sigh.

"I know my ass is big, you don't have to say it like that."

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and returns to his math exercises, chewing on the end of his pen as if it will help him focus.

Even when Yunho nags him with constant nudges, he remains unwavering, those damn equations won't solve and his brain isn't braining enough.

"Seonghwa, can you stop ignoring me for two seconds? Look at this guy, he's so pretty!! And damn his ass."

Finally, after long seconds of putting up with an overexcited giant golden retriever, Seonghwa looks at the guy in question, a little curious.

"Who?"

"The only pretty person here, other than me. Are you going blind with your old age?"

Seonghwa ignores the jab aimed at his age and scans the room, until his eyes land on brown hair, familiar from this morning.

"Hongjoong?"

"You know his name?

"Yeah, the guy with the skirt and the torn sweater."

Yunho's eyes shift from his best friend to Hongjoong, mouth open in disbelief.

"You know him?

Seonghwa clicks his tongue and shakes his head, his eyes quickly returning to his scribbled paper.

He needs to finish his fucking exercise, but to him these are hieroglyphics.

Whoever thought mixing so many things together could make sense is a fucking psychopath.

"Seonghwa answer me motherfucker, do you know him?"

"No. We just ran into each other in the infirmary this morning."

"Tell me you asked for his number for fuck's sake."

For the nth time in a few minutes, Seonghwa looks up at Yunho, who's back on the table, his eyes pleading and praying to all the gods he doesn't believe in.

Just for a damn boy's phone number.

"Yun, you know you have a boyfriend, I'm not sure he'd appreciates you drooling so hard at someone else ass."

"But oh you're stupid or what, never in a million years would I do that, even under torture. But admit that he's your ideal type, admit it."

Seonghwa simply nods, because there's no point in denying it. Given the number of times he described his ideal man, it would only sink him deeper into this embarrassement hole.

Yunho sits back on the chair with a disappointed huff, arms crossed over his chest as he begins to sulk like a kid, genuinely mad that Seonghwa didn't ask for this Hongjoong's number.

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"Hey Seonghwa, my parents are okay with you staying at our house for the weekend."

Seonghwa sighs in relief as he hugs Yunho, he'll be able to breathe away from his family for a few days.

He thanks Yunho a good ten times, because he knows how difficult it is for him to dare ask his parents.