Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*
SEONGHWA
Seonghwa had been scrolling for decades trying to find a particular account. It was either that Hongjoong wasn't on social media or he was a genuine ghost on it. After that day he asked him to meet him at the music room, he hadn't been able to keep his unique features out of his head. He was almost wondering how he'd been blind to them this whole time. He'd tried checking Yeosang's followers. The guy had a private account. So did San. And he couldn't find Jongho's. It was almost as if that whole group were hidden on social media compared to himself. He sighed, giving up for the day when he felt a weight drop on top of him.
He was lying flat on the bed now, holding his phone in the air and didn't even bother to look down at who had dropped on him.
"You're paying less attention to me today. What, are you bored of me already?"
Seonghwa glanced down to look at Misora before he snorted, "What sort of person do you take me for?"
She hummed, "A heartbreaker."
"Ouch."
"Well, it doesn't really matter I guess. But where have you even been. You weren't at school and now you show up at my place?"
Seonghwa shrugged, "Modelling."
Actually, he only modelled for two days. Seonghwa hadn't shown his ass in school for nearly a week. The rest of the days, he and Minsoo had been going round to different places. After their mother's funeral, they tried to relive memories of her by visiting places that she loved the most. It was a horrible experience for Seonghwa because each time he got to one place, all he could see was her face but he was happy all the same to know that before she'd been diagnosed, she was able to live life to the fullest. Seonghwa may be someone to tell a lot about his life but when it came to his private matters, not even his best friend knew. Now he didn't even know who his best friend was.
Misora moved further up so her face was buried in his chest.
"I'm so bored.", she whined.
"Go watch TV or something."
"But that's not fun."
"If you're waiting for me to take you on a date, I don't have the time or energy. And plus I gotta leave this place soon, I'm going back to school tomorrow."
"I'm not looking for a date either."
Seonghwa blinked, staring blankly at her, "I'm not fucking you."
