Timelines ; WOOSAN [BL] [ENG VER] ✔️

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Yunho contemplated his fate tonight, he should have listened to Byungchan's whining about not going to work at night. But it was too late, now he was standing in front of a tall man he never wanted to see again. The person his heart still longed for, the person who had hurt him so much in the past, his husband, Song Mingi.

"Y-yunho?" Yunho looked at Mingi with a straight face as the man whose surname was Song stood right in front of him.

"Please pay for your items, sir." Yunho handed Mingi the pack of cigarettes he had bought at the convenience store where he worked.

"Yunho, is it really you? Song Yunho?" He laughed when Mingi called him by his last name.

"Yes, I'm Yunho, Jung Yunho."

SWAT

He slapped Mingi's hand away as it reached out to touch his face. This left Mingi dejected.

"Can we talk for a moment, Yun?" He kept a flat stare on Mingi.

"No, I'm working." Mingi nodded, trying to smile at Yunho.

"Then I'll wait for you outside." He didn't answer, he let Mingi wait for him outside the convenience store.

"I never expected to see you again."

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Wooyoung moved restlessly in his sleep. Seonghwa, who was awake next to him, rubbed his head again to calm him down.

"Shhh calm down Woo, it's okay." Seonghwa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him calming down in his sleep.

Seonghwa looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was already 5am. He glanced at Wooyoung again to make sure he didn't wake up. Then he left the room and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Why isn't Hongjoong back yet?" He muttered as he entered the kitchen.

Seonghwa opened the fridge to see what ingredients he could make today. This wasn't his house, but he couldn't leave Wooyoung like this.

CLICK

Seonghwa's movement stopped when he heard the sound of the door opening. He thought that Wooyoung had opened the door, but when he turned around, he saw that his door was still closed.

"Who opened the door?"

"Uncle who?" Seonghwa gasped in surprise as he felt a tug on his pyjama trousers.

"Eh, who are you?" Seonghwa crouched down in front of the little boy pulling at his pants.

"Byungchan, uncle who are you?" Byungchan looked at Seonghwa innocently.

"Are you Uncle Wooyoung's friend?" Seonghwa nodded, stroking Byungchan's black hair.

"Yes, I'm Uncle Wooyoung's friend." Byungchan was still staring innocently at Seonghwa, and that made him uneasy.

"Where's Uncle Wooyoung?"

"Uncle Wooyoung is still sleeping sweetie, Byungchan why are you awake?" Byungchan smiled and showed his tiny teeth.

"Mama always wakes Byungchan up like this." Seonghwa frowned in confusion when he heard Byungchan's expression.

"Ah, Byungchan's mama always wakes you up at this time?" Byungchan nodded.