Guess who's sitting in the middle of a sidewalk, back pressed up against a wall, eating sugar.
Yes, it's Hongjoong.
He's always low at the worst possible time, it must be a conspiracy or something.
Because it's either in the middle of the night, in class, or outside. Every. Fucking.Time.
At least he can joke that he always has sugar, compotes or fruit juice on him, it can come in handy at any time.
[I wrote this 3 days ago and today I found myself low without anything to eat #clown]
So that's how Hongjoong spends 15 minutes on the sidewalk, with every single people looking at him with judgment, or pity, while he tries to raise his blood sugar back to normal.
But to be honest, he doesn't even wait the 15 minutes time recommend by his doctor.
He just eat and then rush back home once he can get up without his legs failing him since it makes no difference between a low blood sugar coming back up, and a good blood sugar 20 minutes after being low.
The sensation is the same: a weak, overheated and starving body.
Fortunately, and out of habit, his legs are walking on their own so he can just concentrates on breathing with that burning crease in his stomach.
It's not a burning that hurts, it's something that sucks up all his energy and gathers it there, laboring his breathing and fucking up his body temperature.
Even though, scientifically speaking, it makes sense; it's to keep his organs warm, but it still sucks because it's so damn uncomfortable.
Anyway, he finally arrives home, and as soon as he closes the door, his brother is there, staring at him from head to toe.
"You're low, you look fucking low bro."
His family has developed another sense over time, at a glance they can tell whether Hongjoong's blood sugar is good or not. It's pretty useful sometimes.
"Yeah I know, thanks for telling me that I look like a dead zombie. I already ate sugar on the way here, now let me go have a full meal because I'm so hungry that I want to eat my own leg right now."
Bumjoong looks deeply disgusted by his little brother and goes to his room, not without advising Hongjoong to stay away from him and his legs or he risk ending up decapitated.
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"Hey Yunnie, hey Seonghwa, long time no see."
The two friends are greeted by San, who has been waiting for them outside Yunho's house.
San smiles and takes one last drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray, kissing Yunho on the lips as the elder embraces his tiny waist in a more than natural gesture while Seonghwa waves.
"Hey San, indeed, how are you? I hope Yunho isn't bothering you too much, is he?"
Yunho takes on the most offended look he can muster, which looks like the face of a constipated puppy.
"Oh shut up, you're the only one who finds me annoying Seonghwa."
Seonghwa smiles and tells his best friend that it's because he's unique and so obviously he's the only one who thinks so.
It's makes zero sense in Yunho's head, but it's Seonghwa so he doesn't even tries to understand.
"Well, I wouldn't be in love if he were unbearable. Or maybe I'm just too whipped."
San wiggles his eyebrows in amusement, and the three boys finally enter the house, laughs following them and the couple step away from each other immediately.
Songhwa is pretty sure Yunho's mother knows something, but she's probably waiting for her son to bring up the subject.
Speaking of the woman, she pokes her head out of the kitchen, her usual sunny smile glued to her aging features.
"Hey boys, I've prepared some snacks for you, feel free to dig in. Seonghwa, you can go and put your things away, but you already know that this is your second home, makes yourself comfortable okay?"
Seonghwa nods and heads upstairs, where Yunho's room is, while the latter explains to San the situation with his tights.
Seonghwa doesn't bother unpacking as he'll only be staying here for two days, so he quickly joins San and Yunho to eat a few bites of Yunho's mother's delicious sweets.
To Seonghwa, she's more like a mother than his own mother, it's crazy.
"Seonghwa, I'm sure you have a crush on this Hongjoong, stop denying it, I've never seen you so calm, I was almost worried. You looked like a fucking carp bro."
"Yunho I've already told you that just because he fits 95% of my ideal type doesn't mean I'm already crazy about him you know. I barely know him. Stop shipping me with every single thing that moves."
San just listens in silence, suddenly very interested in the guy who took his tights earlier.
The younger man has never been one for small talk; he's more the observant, savage, cold and distant type.
But he can't help being interested by the mention of another guy cross-dressing in their school, he'd always thought he was alone, and San is somewhat relieved, for some reason he doesn't know.
He doesn't feel particularly lonely or left out, and yet getting to know another person like him makes him infinitely happy.
Although, listening to Yunho and Seonghwa, he soon realizes that Hongjoong's style and his own are quite opposite in the end.
Hongjoong seems to wear a lot of colors, both soft and bright, and Yunho even calls him a "doll" because of the beauty and delicacy of his appearance.
Not without earning a jealous 'hum' from San.
San, for his part, never wears colors, except the occasional purple. He's more black and white themed, with big boots and chains hanging from his neck to his shoes.
And it's funny, because before meeting San, Yunho's ideal type was a "cheerful, open-minded, optimistic person who wears rainbows as clothes".
In other words, San's total opposite.
Don't get him wrong, San is an extremely optimistic and supportive person when you get to know him, but he's still far from Yunho's type.
At least he was, because Yunho is truly disgustingly in love.
Anyway, Seonghwa always thought they were perfect for each other, the great classic of Golden Retriever and Black Cat energy.
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I'm so sorry for not updating for so long, and this chapter is so short help–
I was really anxious and caught up in so many things that I litteraly forgot that this story existed oops
I didn't went into details with Hongjoong being low because I'm saving some explanations for later btw!
ANYWAY im going to see pixy in three days and im hyperventilating rn like PLEASE its gonna be amazing, i just hope sua will get better really soon and will be able to attend the rest of the concerts </3
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