The Soundtrack of Our Story ➸ Yooseven [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2: Lucky

Written on August 4, 2017 and August 5, 2017

25 reads and 5 votes so far, not too bad. Also, I guess anyone should have seen this coming if they knew the song. Also that you so much to that one dude who added this book in one of their reading lists ^ _ ^

Oh and, not like this is important or anything, but I finally got Yoosung's route after two freaking months. Like ugh I'm so proud of myself which is why I decided to continue writing.

Now anyways, enough about that. Here we go with the next part of the story:

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"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again."
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-Lucky, Jason Mraz

There was a knock on Yoosung's door at 5pm in the afternoon.

He groaned wondering who that could have been, since he was busy being buried in a pile of homework and suffering (same). He put down his pen in annoyance and sighed. "Who is it?" He called, not getting up. If it was no one important, he could just tell them too leave. Maybe it was one of his LOLOL friends...

"Yoosung! It's me, open up!"

Yoosung froze. Seven?! What is he doing here? Yoosung hadn't seen Seven since the party a few days ago. He felt his face grow red at the memory. God he couldn't believe he cried like a little kid in from of him. But he couldn't help it. "I-i Can't o-open the door" Yoosung stuttered.

"Goddamit, Yoosung, you have hands! Use them."

Yoosung sighed. "Fine," he answered as he walked towards the door and unlocked it. Seven almost immediately swung the door open, just like he did at the party. "Yoosung~" he grabbed the smol child tight in a hug. "I missed you~"

"S-seven," Yoosung felt suffocated "I can't b-breathe." Seven loosened the hug but didn't let go. "Much better, hm?"

Yoosung found the strength to pull away. "Seven, we saw each other like two days ago," he said, straitening himself (yeah, right). The redhead grinned and walked into Yoosung's room. "I know," he replied not looking at him "but we haven't seen each other in two years. I missed my best friend..."

Yoosung blushed at the words best friend. "Uh, right," he answered "sorry for the messy place, by the way." Seven shrugged and walked over to the desk where Yoosung's homework was all piled up. "It's okay," he replied, not really paying attention. "My place is much worse. Hey, is this your statistics homework?" Seven premed down at the One Whole Sheet of Paper where Yoosung had his answers written down.

Yoosung swiped the paper and put it inside his notebook and tried to keep it from Seven's reach. "Yes. I mean no. I meant YOU CANT SEE IT!"

Seven laughed and reached for the paper, which was easy to do since he was much more taller. "Why not~" he said, teasingly and read his notes. "Aww, your handwriting is so cute. Just like you~" Yoosung felt his face grow red once more. Dammit, why does he keep flirting with me? He thought, a bit flustered. He continued to bury his feelings inside of him as he tried to get his paper back again. "Seven..." he whined "just give it back. You might have a wrong answer and I'll be the one in trouble."

"Lololol," Seven laughed, finally handing over the poor blonde's paper. "I guess you really don't want me to help you like last time hm?"