1+1=3? {Meanie}

seventeen

Mingyu and Wonwoo arrived at the wedding hall with an hour to spare. The couple tried to make their way through the swarms of people who were also getting married that day. It was nearly impossible to get to the elevators without getting trampled, though, and they had to accept defeat. They waited in one of the many long lines for the elevators, making Wonwoo anxious. He glanced at his watch.

"Jeonghan is going to kill me if we're even a second late." He grumbled. 

Mingyu, not knowing Jeonghan as well as Wonwoo did, simply laughed, thinking his boyfriend was joking.

"We're still early. You'll be fine." He reassured.

Finally, after nearly standing still for twenty minutes, the line finally moved and the couple managed to get into a crowded elevator. There, waiting for them on the third floor, was Sungcheol. He was greeting the guests as they piled in. Wonwoo gave his friend a proud smile.

"I'm happy for you." He said sincerely.

He couldn't stop saying it, but he truly meant it. He was thankful that Sungcheol and Jeonghan had found each other and that they shared a love so sweet and personal. He enjoyed seeing them so happy. It reminded him that life wasn't always so bad. His friend smiled brightly at him.

"Thank you and thank you for being here. It means the world to both of us. You're our best friend. We wouldn't know what to do without you."

"Your phone bill would be lower." He joked, referring to the endless calls Jeonghan had been sending him in the last week alone. "Besides, I think Jeonghan would have killed me if I didn't show up." He half-joked.

Sungcheol laughed along, but deep down, they both knew that Wonwoo wasn't wrong.

"You better go see him before he goes insane." The older advised. "He's in the waiting room across the hall. He's been asking for you for a while now. I have the twenty-six texts to prove it."

Wonwoo nodded and told Mingyu they would catch up later. He rushed to the waiting room and ran into another body. His clumsy limbs almost made him tumble face-first to the ground, but was able to catch himself before tragedy struck. He looked up to apologize to the person he bumped into and was surprised to see another one of his friends.

"Oh, Jihoon. What are you doing here?"

"Attending a wedding." He said matter-of-factly.

He smoothed out his black and gold colored suit that had been wrinkled in their collision. It had shiny rhinestone buttons and to Wonwoo, he resembled a flamboyant disco ball.

"Right. That was my bad. Let me rephrase my question. How do you know Jeonghan and Sungcheol?" Wonwoo asked next.

His world was mixing in a very strange way and he wasn't that fond of it. Back in university, he had tried his best to keep his different friend groups separate, knowing they wouldn't mix well. That meant that Sungcheol and Jihoon had never met. So, how was he there?

"I have other friends than you, Wonwoo." Jihoon teased.

However, after seeing Wonwoo's unamused face, he cleared his throat and answered more seriously.

"Sungcheol was my trainer at the gym. At first, I picked him because he was hot and I was hoping to flirt with him, but then I tragically learned the horrid fact that he was engaged. We're friends though and he gave me and everyone he trained an invite. So, I'm here to mourn my loss."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. "I regret even asking. You're too much."

Jihoon pointed a finger at him. "Don't forget I trained you."