Waiting For You

5

Hongjoong

It was hard to see Wooyoung the way he was that day. Sure, I had seen him on his bad days, but this wasn’t like that. He had been with San for almost 5 years. It would have been 5 years this year. Despite San’s behavior towards Wooyoung the past few years, he was still very excited to celebrate their anniversary. He had told me he was still hopeful for the old San to come back. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

Wooyoung hadn’t been going to his classes all week. He stays in bed all day. Sometimes he only gets up to go into my bed when I’m at class. He says it’s because he misses me, and he likes my cologne. When it came to Wooyoung this week it was like parenting a toddler who had
the flu. Sometimes he was cute and others he was grumpy.

“Youngie I made breakfast. You need to eat something.”

“Nuh-uh. Too early.” Is all I got in response. It was time to be up and around for classes. But this week that meant ‘too early’ in Wooyoung’s book.

It was currently Friday; I had this routine all day and night all week. My barely existing patience was ruining thin on Wooyoung. I had tried my best to be nice to him all week. Which I was but if I had to go to dance one more time on my own, I wasn’t going to make it.

I set the plate down and grabbed his, wait no, my blanket pulling it off him, “Time to get up Jung! I am not going to dance by myself. And I’ll make you a deal, you go to dance, no more classes today.”

“Hongjoong! It’s freezing! Give me back my blanket.”

“Maybe wear clothes to bed, and its mine, you thief. Get up and around, you have 40 minutes.”

I heard him curse and mumble about me under his breath as he got up. Then I felt a sting on my ass. “Wooyoung!” I felt my face heat up a bit. This was new.

“That’s what you get, and it was in my way.”

“I’m sure it was. Get in the shower you smell.”

“Wanna join me?”

“Wooyoung.”

“You are no fun.” He fakes a pout going into the bathroom.

Something he has been doing a lot recently is flirting. Yes, he did flirt before but now he has brought it up to a new level. Making even more sexual comments and touching my ass.

Sometimes I twist his nipple in response to the ass touching. He doesn’t like this. What I don’t
like is my body betraying me and making me blush at some of the things he says.

I had come to the conclusion a few weeks ago, with the help of Seonghwa, that I had a teeny tiny crush on Wooyoung. And I blame Seonghwa. Wooyoung is doing the same things Seonghwa use to do when I had a teeny tiny crush on him a few years ago. I’m not planning on acting on my feelings. I never did, but especially now I wasn’t going to. Wooyoung just got out of a very serious relationship, and I don’t want to make him feel bad for turning me down. My feelings will only come out if they are forced out.

“Hongjoong!” I was pulled away from my thoughts as Wooyoung called my name from the bathroom.

“What? Did you fall in finally?” I joked.

“I forgot a towel.” He replied.

I walked on over to where we kept the towels and checked to see if the door to the bathroom was unlocked or not. The results were unlocked. I just sat the towel down on the toilet seat and hit the shower curtain to scare Wooyoung a bit.

“Hurry up, Seonghwa is waiting for us.”

“Yes mom.” I could practically hear the eye roll in his voice.

“Don’t you sass me young man.” I played along before closing the bathroom door and finishing getting around myself. Didn’t want Seonghwa to bite both our heads off for not being around in time. He hated being late, he hasn’t been late to a class yet. I can’t relate.

A few minutes later I heard the door open and close, knocking wasn’t very popular between us three. Seonghwa walked in looking like a zombie but still dressed nicely.

“Long night?” I said playfully, pouring him some coffee.

“The couple next door went at it all night.” He deadpanned. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. Maybe he stayed up doing homework, watching Netflix or YouTube, maybe he just didn’t sleep well.

“I remember those days. Now I’m like a grandma.” I slid the coffee cup to Seonghwa, fixing his hair a bit.

“It’s too early for flirting.” He said not looking up from the coffee cup.

“Now you sound like Wooyoung, minus the flirting. He called me mom so does that make you, his dad?” I asked jokingly.

“If that’s the case you have some messed up feelings towards your son.” Seonghwa said without skipping a beat.

“Awesome, love you too.”

“Wooyoung do you not own any clothes?” I heard Seonghwa ask. I turned and looked in Wooyoung’s direction and he was only wearing a towel around his waist while drying his hair off
a bit.

“Hongjoong rushed me into the shower.” He pouts.

“At least some boxers would be nice” I said.

“Well, if we keep talking, I can’t go get dressed, now, can I?” He pointed out.

“What did I say about sassing me Youngie.” All I got from that was another eye roll and a towel thrown at me.

I heard Seonghwa giggling as I removed the towel and Wooyoung was already gone. I looked over at Seonghwa and all he did was wiggle his eyebrows at me. So, in return I threw the towel at him and ran away.

Seonghwa ran after me holding my waist and tickling my sides as payback. I pleaded with him many times to let me go through my fits of laughter. But my pleads were not answered until Wooyoung came back into the room.

“Is this how you guys always got to fucking? Tickle foreplay?” He asked.

“No, Seonghwa just grabbed my dick in class and acted like nothing happened when I look at him.” I spoke.

“Not true at all, stop spreading lies.”

“Lies? Want me to ask Yeosang or my mom even?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought. Anyways Seonghwa would usually start it. Now, are we all around for class?” I asked the other two males.

“Physically yes, mentally no.” Wooyoung said in a smaller voice.

I had totally forgotten about San being in our dance class. I quickly cursed the said man in my head before speaking, “It’ll be okay. You have both me and Hwa to make sure nothing happens.”

All I got in return was a nod and a small pout. I fixed his hair with my fingers quickly before speaking again, “It’ll be okay Youngie.”