Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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A/N: woah... i published twice in a week? whaaattttt? anyways, im so curious to know where you guys are from cuz some of y'all are waking up and going to school when its like, 4 or 5 am for me. kinda crazy tbh. (your precious grandpapi is canadian if yr curious (yes, we drink maple syrup and ride moose like horses. we also keep geese as pets and we can only get tim horton's brand coffee)) y'all wait, start guessing my ethnicity i wanna see where this goes LMAO

p.s: sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes. im so tired. uni will suck the life out of you, i cannot lie.

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"Yeosang, you seriously don't get how hot San actually is!" Wooyoung exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he clapped his hands and let out an overjoyed cackle.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, already tired of hearing it. "I've realised that, considering you've mentioned it at least 20 times today!"

Wooyoung giggled, draping his arms around Yeosang's shoulders and pressing their cheeks together playfully. Yeosang half heartedly tried to push him off, but the affection was something he'd grown used to. They hadn't had a proper lunch date in forever, and today's matching shifts gave them the perfect excuse.

As they walked toward the café, the familiar comfort of Wooyoung's presence settled in. It had always been like this—no matter how much time passed, their friendship felt effortless.

"You want chicken, baby?" Wooyoung asked, looking up from the menu with a teasing smile.

Yeosang nodded shyly, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. Wooyoung laughed, messing up Yeosang's hair affectionately before standing to place their order. He knew exactly what Yeosang wanted without needing to ask—it was one of the perks of knowing someone for as long as they had known each other. Since kindergarten, really. It was no surprise that Wooyoung could read him like a book.

A few moments later, they were settled at the table, quietly enjoying their food when Wooyoung broke the silence again. "So, you and Jongho?" His tone was casual, but Yeosang felt the weight behind the question.

Caught off guard, Yeosang nearly choked on a piece of chicken. Wooyoung quickly leaned in, rubbing his back in alarm and handing him some water.

"W-what about him?" Yeosang stammered, trying to compose himself as he took a long sip.

Wooyoung's mischievous grin spread across his face, and Yeosang already knew where this conversation was heading. The eyebrow wriggle gave it away every time.

"Well," Wooyoung leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "do you like him?"

Yeosang felt heat rising to his cheeks. He glanced down at his plate, fiddling with his fork, unsure of how to answer. Did he like Jongho? He hadn't figured it out himself yet.

"Come on! I spill everything about San to you, but you're always so secretive." Wooyoung pouted, resting his chin on his hand and giving Yeosang his best puppy-dog eyes.

Yeosang sighed deeply, shaking his head. "I don't know, Woo."

Wooyoung blinked, waiting for more. "What do you mean? What's wrong with Jongho?"

"It's just..." Yeosang trailed off, struggling to put his thoughts into words. "He gives me mixed signals. One day, he's staring at my lips, making comments, and the next day, he can't even be bothered to look at me."

Wooyoung frowned, processing the information. "That sounds... frustrating," he said slowly, his teasing tone softened for once.

"It is." Yeosang sighed again, sinking into his seat. "I don't know what to make of it. I don't even know if he likes me, or if I'm just reading too much into things."