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YOON JEONGHAN.
Yoon Jeonghan is all he sees inside the music room when he opened the door. Tumakbo pa si Jeonghan sa kanya nang makita siyang papasok tsaka siya niyakap nang mahigpit.
And he can't say he wasn't disappointed. Because he really is, for some reason. Even though he misses Jeonghan who's been gone for a week.
Para kasing may inaasahan siyang . . . iba. Eto ba ang tinutukoy ni Seokmin na magugustuhan niya? Kung ito nga, baka may masipa siya sa mukha mamaya. Don't get him wrong, it's nice to see Jeonghan back here again. But it's not really anything special for Seungcheol. It's just Jeonghan. Frankly, his presence is not enough to remove any foul feeling he has brewing inside his chest now.
Hindi ito sapat para mawala sa kanya ang pait na nararamdaman nang makita ang walang emosyong mukha ng coach nila nang matapos ang laro nila. Hindi ito sapat para mawala ang kakaibang bigat na nararamdaman niya habang naglalaro at lumilingon-lingon para hanapin ang mukha ng isang taong inaasahan niyang makita sa match niya.
Jeonghan's presence and bright smile just wasn't enough to get rid of all the negativity looming over him.
"Hannie, nakabalik ka na pala?" Sinubukan niyang ngumiti nang humiwalay si Jeonghan sa kanya.
Ngumisi ito. He always looked pretty. Kahit na maikli na ang buhok nito pagkatapos magpagupit nang marealize nitong ayaw na niyang mapagkamalang babae. The soft features his bright face possessed is nonpareil, no one can match. Seungcheol had always found Jeonghan endearing and so lovable. Pero ngayong nakatingin na siya sa kanyang mukha nang ganito kalapit, hindi niya maiwasang isipin na kung mas maliit lang ng konti si Jeonghan, kung mas puffy pa ang pisngi nito, mas singkit pa ang mga mata, paniguradong mas magugustuhan pa niya ito.
Wait, what? Smaller, puffy cheeks, chinky eyes . . . what the fuck is he thinking about?
"Yup, kaninang umaga pa. Hindi ka ba pumunta sa apartment ko? Hindi nagulo e."
"Hindi. Wala ka e. Nakakahiya."
"Utot mo, ngayon ka pa nahiya e may puwet nang tumutubo d'yan sa mukha mo e."
"Ang gwapo ko naman pwet."
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at him. "Paano mo nalamang nandito ako?"
"Pinababa ako ni Seokmin. Para sunduin ka?" Seungcheol playfully nudged him. "Sinuhulan mo 'yon ano?"
Jeonghan looked flustered for a moment then flashed him a grin. "No need. Seokmin is my idiot, he does everything I said."
"Sama ka? Aakyat na akong council room."
"Akala ko ba hindi ako pwede d'on."
"Sino ba presidente sa'tin?"
Jeonghan let out a small laugh as both of them went out the door. Pareho silang nahinto nang makita nila si Jihoon na may dalang gitara at nakatingin sa kanilang dalawa. Seungcheol's breath hitched in his throat as he took in Jihoon's petite figure with the newly-dyed strawberry pink hair. It looked even more vibrant than before. Pink locks falling down his forehead and a little bit over his eyes with another pullover on which made him look like pink icesticle. Why icesticle though?
