Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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A/N: hi how much aura did yeosang lose in this chapter (or whatever that means. idk what you kids say these days. what does rizz mean? what the hell is a skibidi toilet? huhhh? gyatt ohio?😭)

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Yeosang decided to steer clear of Jongho at all costs after making the mistake of asking for a hug. Maybe it was for the best. He wouldn't risk embarrassing himself like that again.

Life carried on as usual. He still went to work because he had to survive, but at home, he made a point of never engaging with Jongho. Whenever they crossed paths, Yeosang would offer a quick "good morning" or "good night" before retreating to his room.

It was strange that Jongho hadn't commented on his behaviour yet. Didn't he notice? Maybe he was too busy with work to pay attention to Yeosang's newfound avoidance. But then again, this was Jongho—nothing escaped his attention. Or so Yeosang thought. Why did he even care so much?

Today wasn't any different. After finishing his shift, Yeosang returned to the mansion, driven home by one of the butlers at Jongho's orders. He knew he wouldn't see Wooyoung until dinner, so he planned to relax until then.

As soon as he entered the house and began heading toward the stairs, Yeosang was confronted by a familiar pair of shiny black shoes. He glanced up, and there was Jongho, standing with his hands in his pockets, eyes piercing right through him.

Yeosang gulped. "H-hi."

Jongho didn't reply immediately. He simply stared, his gaze unwavering. Feeling the tension tighten around him, Yeosang gripped the straps of his bag more firmly and lowered his head, attempting to walk past him up the stairs.

But just as he thought he was in the clear, he yelped in surprise as Jongho yanked him back by his bag.

"What the—?"

"I need you to come with me," Jongho interrupted, his voice calm but insistent. "I have something to show you. It's important for your safety."

Yeosang's eyes widened. What did he mean by that? Was something wrong?

Frustration quickly replaced his confusion, a rare feeling bubbling up inside him. For the first time, Jongho was getting on his nerves.

"Jesus, can't you just tell me that you need me? You could've broken my neck!" Yeosang snapped.

Jongho raised an eyebrow at his outburst, and Yeosang quickly regretted it, biting back any further complaints. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, trying to calm his sudden annoyance.

"I'm sorry," Jongho said, his voice softening just slightly. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Yeosang chewed the inside of his cheek, mumbling, "It's fine," though he avoided meeting Jongho's eyes.

Jongho stood there a moment longer, assessing him. Then, with a small hum, he gestured for Yeosang to follow.

"Please," he said, his tone serious. "You need to see this. It's for your own safety."

Yeosang was more confused than ever, but he dropped his bag and jacket on the sofa before following Jongho outside. His mind raced with questions, but for a fleeting moment, he couldn't help but admire the way Jongho carried himself. Broad shoulders, hands tucked into his pockets—there was an effortless allure in the way he moved.

Jongho is so fucking hot.

Suddenly, Jongho turned to look at him, and Yeosang blushed furiously. He had been caught staring. Quickly averting his eyes, Yeosang blinked in surprise as they approached a door he hadn't even known existed. It was hidden away, almost as if part of the house was concealed from view.