Through Your Lens

Chapter 6: truth or dare

a/n::
i am going to try writing longer chapters for you all now, since i've come to the conclusion that 1000 odd words isn't long enough for my readers that loveeee long books.

sans pov
once we had reached my dorm, which wasn't too far from wooyoungs, since we had separate majors but were within the same industry, i looked over to wooyoung, once again, admiring his beauty. oh how i wish i could say my thoughts out loud. i would shower him with compliments.

i ignored my thoughts and broke the silence.
"we're here, but beware. he is going to bombard you with questions about quite literally anything"

i noticed his high pitched chuckle. "you have nothing to worry about, i am quite the social butterfly and am willing to answer whatever bizarre questions he will ask. now come on, im getting impatient"

wooyoung practically jumped out of my car, heading to the door, waiting there for me to open it. i took my time getting to the door, still anxious about this whole thing. whether seonghwa will embarrass me, ask something absolutely inappropriate, or even maybe slip out the fact i have the biggest crush on wooyoung.

the door finally unlocked, and we made our way in. me going first obviously. we entered to the most calm and collected looking kitchen, my kitchen never looked like this ever before. perks of seonghwa and his cleaning fetish, i guess. on the island in the middle of the room which connected our relaxing room and kitchen, there was a roast chicken in the centre, some mixed vegetables and to top it off, some glasses with champagne next to each plate. i noticed there was four.

"is hongjoong eating with us too? seonghwa where are you?"

as i called out for him, he ran quickly in front of the doorway, looking the most excited he's ever looked, greeting us.

"hi, you must be wooyoung! i've heard lots about you. i'm seonghwa, sans older brother. just call me by my name" ouch, completely ignored me and went straight to wooyoung.

"ah yes. jung wooyoung, lovely to make your acquaintance. i'm looking forward to tonight." they shook hands, seonghwa bringing wooyoung into a hug. wooyoung then locked eyes with me in shock, not expecting the skinship immediately.

"i'm here too y'know" i sarcastically added on.

seonghwa finally let go of wooyoung, now holding his hand and taking him to the table. "oh please, i can see you whenever i want. this little one however, who knows if ill see him soon after tonight? come, come sit. san told me you liked sparkly champagne, so i specifically got this one for you"

a/n: i know nothing about champagne or drinking or if this is even a thing. i do not drink lols, forgive me if i made a mistake

i watched wooyoung giggle at my brothers words, almost cringing. "i must say, he's learnt a lot about me in the last few weeks, even though we've only known each other for a short while. it's quite funny." wooyoung responded as i took his jacket off him, then my own and hung them up at the doorway.

"is hongjoong joining us? there's four plates here." i asked seonghwa, knowing hongjoong usually spends his evenings out.

"yes, a while before you left to get wooyoung he asked if i could set a plate for him on the table, though i think he's vanished off somewhere"

"typical joong."

wooyoung sat there observing our conversation, i could tell he was wondering about the dynamics between all three of us, the fact that seonghwa lives all the way in namhae and how he has a close relationship with hongjoong, until my brother broke the silence.

"so, wooyoung. what's your family like?"

wooyoungs pov

i was taken aback by the sudden question from sans brother, seonghwa, his name was. "my family? well, i guess you could say we're the usual korean family. we're from ilsan, which the city is lovely in itself. i have one little brother, his names kyungmin, and he's 9. my father and mother wanted me to pursue my dream of being a photographer, so they sent me to seoul, and now here i am."