Favorite Artist|| MingJoong

Chapter 6

Author POV
"You're the dumbest person I know and I know a lot of stupid people." Yeosang said, drinking his pepsi with a soft sigh afterwards.

"Yeah jeans? When you know that man's voice turns you on? Crazy." Wooyoung commented, massaging Yeosang's feet.

"I wasn't thinking about that, it wasn't apart of my 'don't let my classmate know he's constantly fucking me in my head' protocol." Hongjoong said, raising his brow at the way Wooyoung and Yeosang stared at each other.

"You're the one being fucked, and you're not gay? Please." Yeosang scoffed, rubbing his socked feet on Woooyoung's thighs.

"Well, I don't know. I just, I've never been fucked a day in my life. Not by women not by men. I do the fucking and this is the first time I've ever wanted to be fucked by someone." Hongjoong whined.

"He's a bottom in denial." Wooyoung grumbled.

"We could always marinate him in gay, y'know actually feel it through his bones." Yeosang suggested.

"Great idea baby." Wooyoung said, leaning over to kiss Yeosang.

Yeosang pulled away and he rubbed Wooyoung's cheek.

"I get those a lot." Yeosang said.

"Mm, tell me about them Sangie." Wooyoung hummed, putting his ear in front of Yeosang's lips.

Yeosang kissed it and Wooyoung pretended to nod along with the plan.

"Sounds like a great idea. Foolproof unlike Hongjoong's plan. I mean seriously, what art student doesn't own a pair of baggy jeans. We paint everything that we lack and we cover up the fact we don't have it with oversized clothing. Be so very realistic for a moment." Wooyoung rambled.

"Hm, you're quite literally a genius sometimes." Hongjoong mumbled.

"Sometimes." Wooyoung giggled.

"What am I gonna do tomorrow?" Hongjoong whined, kicking his feet as he banged his fists on the floor.

"What is he?" Yeosang asked, in shock.

"'98" Wooyoung answered, his eyebrows raised at the scene.

"Impossible." Yeosang whispered back.

"I hate you guys." Hongjoong groaned.

+Author POV+
The next day Hongjoong came in on time, so he wouldn't have to walk in front of Mingi. Hongjoong was very accident prone, and Mingi was a 6'0 athlete, there was no way he was gonna live through that embarrassment.

"Hey Joong, I made some changes to the writing, I just want you to go over it to make any changes so far. I also sent a few pictures to your email." Mingi said, setting his bag down and getting situated.

"Okay." Hongjoong said, crossing his legs as his jeans fell back to his ankles after he tried so desperately to fold them.

Mingi glanced over at Hongjoong, he truly wondered what went on inside his head. He's only heard him speak a few words, and he's been to his dorm before so he assumed he would get to know his classmate better.

He then thought back to how Hongjoong had his earphones in blasting music, maybe he wasn't an asshole like Jun said he was. He probably just liked music, and it was his way of focusing. He didn't realize he was staring until his eyes traveled lower, taking in the boy's frame. He was definitely smaller, but he looked like he took care of himself. He had nice thighs too, Mingi's eyes went back up and he looked at the tattoos showing on his arms and the few peeking through the arm of his t-shirt. He noticed a sun, a planet, and a few other small tattoos amongst his arm.

Hongjoong felt the stare and tried his best not to move, but moving around just enough so his body didn't involuntarily twitch. He loved Mingi's eyes trying to get to know him, he loved to not know what Mingi thought of him, knowing would mean he had to be something, he had something to live up to. But he could be as spontaneous as he liked, but as mysterious at the same time. He liked it that way.

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