𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 - 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✓

20 ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ?

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

For the second time that day, Yeosang was at a loss for words and stared at Jongho in disbelief...

••••

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Absolutely yes," Yeosang gushed and his eyes filled with tears of joy. Jongho's expression reflected all the happiness he was feeling. He reached for his hands and squeezed them tightly. "Really?" Yeosang nodded excitedly. Even though it all felt like a dream, he didn't have to think about an answer for long. Ever since they had first met, Jongho had had a special place in his heart, even if he hadn't realized it right away.

Jongho pulled Yeosang into his arms with a gentle movement. Yeosang closed his eyes as he rested his chin on Jongho's shoulder, the first tears running down his cheek. Yeosang was sure that it was one of the happiest moments in his life.

~

Yeosang's finger stroked Jongho's cheek. They had been lying in Yeosang's bed unchanged for half an eternity. Neither of them said a word and just enjoyed each other's presence.

Yeosang had scanned every centimeter of Jongho's face. He couldn't believe that he was really his now. Jongho turned his head in his direction. They looked at each other and everything inside Yeosang dissolved. Then Jongho leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead. It was nothing special but Yeosang could feel all his love and smiled while his cheeks turned red. Jongho started to grin when he realized it. Ashamed, Yeosang looked elsewhere. He didn't understand why he was the only one who seemed so nervous and embarrassed. Jongho was always in his composure and calm as if he could control himself at all times.

Yeosang suddenly felt like he had to say something. "Tell me something about yourself," he finally said. He had no idea why, but he had the feeling that he still didn't really know Jongho. And vice versa. "What do you want to know?" Jongho asked. Yeosang thought and felt Jongho's arm move around him and Jongho started to play with the hem of his shirt. That made it harder for him to think about something.

"What are you most afraid of?" he asked, having no idea how his brain had come to the conclusion that this was a good question. But Jongho seemed to take his question like any other. "Of being alone." Yeosang looked up at him and got goosebumps when Jongho's finger lightly touched his neck. "You mean people leaving you?" Jongho nodded. "Or them dying or losing them somehow."

Yeosang nodded and was sure that everyone was afraid of that. Still, Jongho's statement somehow made him feel more familiar to him. "What about you?" Jongho wanted to know and Yeosang didn't have to think twice. "That I won't be able to accomplish what I set for myself." Jongho looked at him sympathetically. "And what would that be?" Yeosang's gaze wandered around the room. "I want to inspire people with my art. I want to have true friends and someone by my side who I love."

Yeosang smiled slightly and looked back in Jongho's direction. "What?" he asked irritably as Jongho giggled. "Then you've already accomplished everything." Yeosang began to think about his words and realized that he was somehow right. "Someday I want to have my own art exhibition," he mumbled, lost in thought. Jongho's finger moved to his cheek, then he stroked it lightly. "Let me know when it's done and I'll come over and buy every artwork you made."

Yeosang began to laugh. With every passing second, he fell more in love with the person in front of him. "And when you release an album, I'll be your number one listener." Jongho grinned, turned towards him and before Yeosang knew it, Jongho's lips were on his. A burning feeling ran through his heart and he smiled into the kiss. He never thought he would be so happy with someone.

~

Wooyoung lay on his bed and scrolled through his phone. He felt like a zombie. He hadn't gone out once since yesterday. The furthest he had gone today was to the toilet and back. Wooyoung didn't know why but since the little fight with San, he felt unmotivated and drained. Maybe because he had gotten his hopes up that he had finally found someone. Maybe because he felt bad that he had been so mean to San. Or simply because it had been raining for two hours already.