IF ONLY. | hyungwonho [DISCONTINUED]

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"FUCK YOU," Hyungwon spat as he glared at his black-haired friend of whom was sitting across him.

Changkyun laughed obnoxiously as Hyungwon finished telling him about what happened at the said modelling shoot.

"It wasn't funny. I hate you."

"It is funny, darling. Oh, so you met Jooheon too? That's nice! God, I love you, Won," Changkyun gasped out as he tried to calm down himself, wiping away the tears caused laughing too much.

"It was a dick move, Kkung. I was so embarrassed. Not to mention, I actually met the drunk guy I met two days ago."

"Drunk guy?" Changkyun mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Is he hot?"

"What the fuck? Is that all you got from what I said?" Hyungwon muttered in exasperation. "But, to answer your question… Yes, he is hot."

Something changed in Changkyun's eyes, and his smile grew bigger. "I'm betting that he's totally your type, Won. Probably a muscled guy with some juicy thighs?" he asked, his expression looking smug as he saw Hyungwon's reaction.

"So, he is! Does he really have juicy thighs. Damn, Hyungwon. Then why didn't you take him to your bed and you know maybe fuck hi—"

Hyungwon covered Changkyun's mouth, a deadly expression covering his face, "You're too loud, Kkung. Way too loud."

"Be pwoud op yow pwepewenses, Won," he tried to talk normally, but with Hyungwon's hand, it was all muffled.

"What?" he questioned, slightly shifting his hold on the other's mouth.

Hyungwon realized that he made the mistake of removing his hand from Changkyun's mouth the moment the said friend ran out of the cafe, smiling gleefully as he yelled out inaappropriate things about Hyungwon.

"Look Won, there's no need to be shy if you love thighs and dicks! Be proud of loving dicks, man!"

Hyungwon felt his face heat up in embarrassment as the other customers turned to stare at him. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he kept his gaze on the floor, running after his said friend with his cheeks turning scarlet.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped as he flew on the ground, his head colliding with the cold floors of the café. He clenched his fists as he tried to calm himself down, closing both of his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he glanced up to look at the person he collided with—he wore a pair of sunglasses and had a mask covering his lower face—but that aside, his hair was a complete giveaway.

"Blondie, fancy meeting you here," he said sarcastically, sitting up and shaking his head in attempt to get rid of his dizziness.

"Chae?"

He staggered forward, eyes blinking rapidly as Blondie gripped onto his shoulders, holding him up.

"F-Fuck." he muttered as he started to see small dots filling up his vision. This isn't a good time to be fainting, Hyungwon. The other's eyes widened as his gripped tightened around Hyungwon's shoulders.

Don't tell me—

"Shit, Chae. Are you alright? If you're joking right now, it's not funny," he heard the blonde-haired man question him, concern lacing his tone. He squinted his eyes, trying to stabilize his vision and Blondie was nothing but a blur right now. He could feel the eyes of the other customers on them. What on earth did he do to deserve this kind of attention? First it was Changkyun, now it was this dude.

"Shit, Chae. Help me—" he heard Blondie curse a couple times before he completely blacked out.

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The first thing Hyungwon woke up to is an abnormally annoying headache. Pain flooded his senses as soon as he finally got a hold of himself. Fuck, my head hurts so much. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to stabilize his vision.

Eyes widening in realization, his eyes flittered to his body—well, he was still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier, but he was lying on a bed that certainly wasn't his.

Where on earth…

"Thank god you're finally awake," he heard an unamused voice speak from his left side.

Blondie?

What the fuck is he doing here?

He simply stared at the blonde man who stood a few meters away from him, with one of his eyebrows raised. He wore a white shirt that hugged his torso — What the fuck, Hyungwon. Stop. Hyungwon's eyes grew wide as his memories came rushing back to him, "How many hours was I out?"

"Two," the other replied shortly, settling on the chair beside Hyungwon's bed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Blondie repeated sarcastically. "I wasted two hours of my life."

"Where am I?"

The other rolled his eyes in reply, "My apartment obviously, since I wouldn't dare go to a hospital because I'd rather not get mobbed."

Hyungwon's eyes flittered towards the blonde as soon as he heard that, before giving him a glare, "Well, your fault."

"What do mean my fault? Shouldn't you be grateful instead of sassing me? Oh, you know what—nevermind." Blondie sighed in defeat, with his gaze still on Hyungwon. His sharp eyes stared into him, as if piercing into his soul.

"Why do you keep on staring?" Hyungwon decided to ask, feeling weirded out.

"No particular reason."

"I'm leaving," Hyungwon stated plainly as he rolled his eyes, grabbing his coat that sat on the bed-side table. The other didn't reply and kept his gaze on his, as if keeping track of his each move.

"Fucking shit, didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?" Hyungwon spat in annoyance, roughly slipping on his shoes.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, obviously," he replied, giving the blonde-haired a last look before leaving the room not forgetting to the slam the door shut as he did so.

Hyungwon scowled as he faced the front door, which was locked with a password; apparently Blondie likes to stay safe. Muttering a long string of profanities, he marched back to the room to face the confused looking man.

"I thought you were gonna leave?"

"Wow, you can really act as if you're surprised," he paused before closing both his eyes. "You see, your front door needs a code to be unlocked, therefore I can't leave this hellhole. Also, I have no fucking idea where the hell I am."

"My apartment."

"Why thank you, like I didn't know that," he said sarcastically, clasping his hands together.

"I thought you said you didn't—"

Hyungwon replied with a glare, "Look genius, I've got no time for games."

"Look Chae, I have a fucking name and it's Hoseok—so stop giving me weird nicknames."

Hyungwon sighed in exasperation, lips pressed in a thin line, "Just let me out of your damn apartment and show me the fucking way to the nearest bus station. I promise that I won't show my fucking face again."

"That offer really sounds tempting, Chae."

With an eyebrow raised, Hyungwon thought that he could never resent a person as much as the person standing in front of him.

"You think I'm that kind to let you get what you want that easily?" the other smirked.