True Blue 🎸 yungi [▶]

8

[Yunho]

This is not the morning breakfast atmosphere I hoped for.

Jongho is still sleeping in his room, isolating himself since his voice suddenly disappeared. I feel alone among the love triangle of my friends. And you, even though you're right beside me, your eyes are only filled with Seonghwa hyung. This is foolish.

"Eat slowly." Seonghwa hyung warns me like a worried mother. Maybe he's genuinely concerned, but my perspective is already too subjective; to me, he's the perpetrator who made your heart unable to accept me.

I mumble as I spoon a big bite of rice into my mouth. Then, I slurp a bowl of egg soup without using a spoon.

Gone.

"Hyung, I want more," I request to Seonghwa hyung. He takes another scoop of egg soup from the pot.

Hongjoong hyung awkwardly smiles, watching me continuously fail to eat his vegetables. And you, your eagle-eyed gaze doesn't leave Seonghwa hyung's movements as he refills my bowl with soup. I glare at you, but I can't hate you.

"Here." Seonghwa hyung then lets his cooling rice go silent, just observing how I eat.

"Is there something wrong, Yunho?" Your worried voice, I pause for a moment to look at you. Yes, I'm disgusted with you.

"No, no, it's nothing. And about last night, weren't you the one who took me to the studio when I was drunk?" You suddenly ask with a flat tone and curious round eyes.

SWOOSH!!!

The egg soup splashes. Most of it hits Hongjoong hyung's face, who finally succeeded in eating his vegetables.

"Ah, sorry, hyung," I panic. Seonghwa hyung helps Hongjoong hyung clean his face and clothes. He shoots me a puzzled look, but I quickly turn away.

"Sorry, hyung."

Hongjoong hyung smiles. "It's okay. You guys just keep eating. I'll change clothes first."

"I'll help, Hongjoong." Seonghwa hyung follows him. Now it's just the two of us.

Silence.

"What's wrong with you?" Your worried question as I sit back down. Your eagle eyes are accompanied by a funny expression when you're concerned. I can never be angry.

"Nothing, really, it's nothing. And about earlier, I didn't stay with you until you finished eating. Remember? I got a call from a friend who wanted to meet. So, I left first." Smooth. I seem to have a talent for acting.

"Is that so? Odd. I remember you stayed with me until the end. Well, after that, I don't remember anything. Maybe I was just hallucinating. A guy like you wouldn't have enough patience to accompany a pitiful guy like me, right?" Your eyes drift away. You spoon a spoonful of rice without enjoying the taste. Chewing it with a bland expression.

"Where's Seonghwa hyung again? When will you stop? Isn't Hongjoong hyung your most important friend in the world?"

You give an uncomfortable look with my insistence. Our eyes meet, your brown irises sending sympathy impulses. Enough to make me misunderstand if that gaze means something else.

"Sorry. I just don't want to see any of us sad." Quickly, I break eye contact. Staring too long would be dangerous.

"Yeah... yeah... huh? There's rice on your lips." You brush it away with your thumb.

"Hic!" Don't hiccup again! "Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic!" Quickly, my hands grab the glass, sipping its contents slowly until it's empty.

"You're acting strange, Yunho." You say as you put away your chopsticks and get additional water for me.

I still hiccup without stopping.

Your gaze is anxious; I'm slightly moved. Huh? Why is your face getting closer? Hey, stay away!

My hiccups get faster.

Then you kiss me. Again? Why are you so fond of my lips?

"MINGI!" My protest yell echoes only around the kitchen. "What's going on? I'm not gay. So, don't ever kiss me again."

You smirk mischievously.

"Hiccup stopped, right?" You say joyfully with a mocking tone like a hero.

"But that doesn't mean you can kiss me randomly." I rub my lips until they feel hot. This guy. Insane. Unreasonable. But I...

You laugh. "Run away!!!" Carrying the food tray to Jongho's room, you quickly walk, avoiding my punches and kicks.

I scream in frustration.

After a few seconds, I can hear the creak of Jongho's door that you opened. Smiling, I hold my chest, which feels like it's about to overflow with happiness.

"Mingi, I love you." I bite my lower lip, feeling the sweet taste of sugar and the bitter taste of your favorite coffee on my lips.

"What did you say?"

In an instant, I turn around. And find Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung have returned to the kitchen. Investigating me. Did they hear my muttering?

A truly lousy breakfast.