𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 | Seongjoong

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Hongjoong was slowly walking on the sidewalk of the street, bag hung loose on his shoulder and phone in his back pocket.

It had been a long day at work, costumers yelling and throwing insults at him like he didn't know how to do his job right.

Of course, there had been nice people too, but the mean ones always got to his nerves in a way he couldn't pinpoint exactly.

He worked as a barista at a little bar in the corner of a street and sometimes people were just too much. Fortunately his manager had came before he could throw a glass at this particular drunk woman that kept yelling at him.

If he was being honest he just wanted to drop everything, run away and follow his dream to become a producer, maybe a rapper, or maybe just work in the music industry, but he was too much of a coward for that, so instead he kept his shitty job at that shitty bar, going on with his shitty life in his shitty lonely apartment.

He stopped walking and looked up at the sky in the cold but not freezing air of an april night.

It was beautiful.

The black that painted everything around him, with those little luminous white points that managed to light up the street. There was no moon, he noticed as he started walking again.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw someone -probably a man- wearing something that seemed a white suit sitting on a bench, when he looked down from the sky to the park beside the sidewalk.

He took a good look of the man, as far as the distance between them let him.

He had wavy brunet hair that reached just under his ears. He was indeed wearing a suit and -Hongjoong was not gonna lie- he looked preatty good in it too. But he seemed quite sad. His head hung low, looking down while his elbows rested on his knees.

Maybe it was because he had a bad day, maybe because it was almost three a.m. and he wasn't really thinking straight, but Hongjoong felt the urge to go and ask him how he was.

He positioned his bag better on his shoulder and walked over to the man that had still to notice him, but when he did, Hongjoong's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered as clear as day those soft but sharp features, those big round eyes, that nose that fit so perfectly on the man's face and those lips he used to fantasize about kissing so much.

How could he not remember when that man had been the reason he discovered his sexuality? How could he not when he used to crush so hard on him during his highschool years?

But then highschool ended and he never even had the courage to talk to him, so he had sucked it up and went on with his life.

But now Seonghwa was sitting here, in front of him, looking like he had just being dumped and Hongjoong felt all of his feeling wash over him once again and stronger than ever.

"...Hongjoong?"

"...You know me?"

The man smiled sadly and scooted over on the bench to make space for Hongjoong, who complied sitting down.

"Why would I not know you? We went to highschool together. Do you know me?"

Hongjoong hesitantly nodded his head. Why did Seonghwa know him? He obviously knew Seonghwa because of his crush, but he had never imagined that he could know him too.

"Yeah, I know you. You were quite popolar back then."

He heard the man giggle beside him. He had loved when he managed to hear that when he was younger and he wasn't really surprised when he found out that that didn't change one bit.