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☁️🎀🌷🦋🌷🎀☁️
- 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝕋𝕐-ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔼 -
𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕖
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• jongho •
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wooyoungie 😎
come over
read 11:15pm
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i read the message over and over. wondering if yeosang was home, if he was out, what he was doing, if this had to do with it- and if i should even bother. i put my phone down, staring at my shut door, thinking of all the possibilities. and when i realized that the chance that yeosang would finally want to talk to me could be possible, it overruled any other one i thought of- and i found myself making my way to my car ignoring mingis pleads and questions.
☜☀︎︎☦︎︎☽␈♕␈☾☦︎︎☀︎︎☞︎
i stood outside the door, shifting on my weight before taking a deep breathe. i knocked on the door softly, stepping back a bit. what if yeosang opens the door?
i heard a bit of shuffling, and the door opened. oh.
"hi jongho," wooyoung spoke softly, letting a small smile grace his lips before it ultimately faltered. "come in..." he stepped to the side, and i walked past him, letting my eyes trace over the room, seeing no one else in sight, my frown grew even more apparent. i didn't bother hiding my disappointment.
no yeosang.
"he's in my room." wooyoung spoke from behind me, and i quickly faced him as he continued. "wait here. i'll go get him." and he walked away before i could find the voice to object.
of course i wanted to see him, but it didn't mean i was any less afraid, worried that i'd get hurt again, scared at how much he was hurting. i stood in the living room, unsure if i should sit, or walk around, so i simply stayed put. after a minute or two wooyoung came back, the boy i'd harshly fallen for behind him, looking down, arms crossed over his chest, silent.
"you two need to talk. i mean it. and i won't let you leave till you do." and then wooyoung turned around, disappearing into his room. i let my eyes linger over yeosang, taking in his appearance, and i hated that i still thought he looked beautiful, a thought that i hoped had been long gone now. turns out it was as loud as ever.
