𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 | 𝐖.𝐒𝐀𝐍 / 𝐒.𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆

[SEVEN]

THU.
2 / 8 / 18
8 ; 54 PM
YEOSANG;

yeosang wanted to crawl into a hole and never see sunlight again as he sluggishly turned to his side to answer his ringing phone. he was about to decline the call and bury himself deep within his covers until he saw who it was.

park seonghwa.

he subconsciously smiled widely and answered the call. on the other side he heard shuffling and a soft sniffle before his boyfriend's deep, dulcet voice spoke.

"sorry i didn't answer earlier; i was working," he said gently, "how are you? have you eaten yet?"

yeosang's smile didn't falter, "it's fine. but i just woke up, so i haven't eaten anything."

"i-i'd come over to make you something but i'm still a bit busy. my boss can be an ass sometimes," he chuckled but it sounded forced and dry.

noticing this, yeosang felt as if seonghwa's voice had a melancholy undertone, "hey, babe, are you okay? you don't sound too good."

"i'm fine, baby, just a long day at work," he responded.

yeosang felt dejected that his boyfriend wouldn't speak up about his problems, but he didn't know how to get him to open up.

"o-of course," he sighed, "i just want you to know you can always talk to me. i'm not going anywhere."

"yeah, i'll tell you all about it tomorrow. but right now you should get something to eat and drink and go back to sleep," on the other side, yeosang heard a car door shut as someone moved.

"promise you'll talk to me about it?" yeosang asked.

he could feel seonghwa's smile, "promise."

"good. love you."

"i love you, too," seonghwa replied and cut the conversation off.

yeosang lied in bed. it was currently nine o'clock and he had went to bed at around one. that was more sleep than he had gotten the whole week, and it was thursday.

he exited his tiny room and walked down the short hall to his even smaller kitchen. looking through his fridge, he soon found that he had nothing but eggs and expired kimchi. he discouragingly looked at the empty refrigerator and reluctantly pulled out a few eggs.

as he was scrambling his eggs, he felt frustrated. why didn't seonghwa tell him everything like he did? what was he hiding? what's so important to him that he'd be this secretive?

he knew it was important to respect the other's boundaries and he shouldn't try to pry information, but that was the thing.

he never pried.

every time seonghwa would blow off one of yeosang's questions like 'how was work?' or 'could we hang out at your place this time?' yeosang never questioned it. instead, he respected that seonghwa didn't want to talk about it and left it at that.

but he was starting to grow paranoid.

yeosang had never considered his boyfriend cheating, but now he was beginning to doubt it.

he couldn't stop thinking about the phone call they had a few minutes ago. was seonghwa sad because he felt guilty about fucking some other guy while he has a boyfriend?

it's not like yeosang knows who seonghwa's boss is or where he works, courtesy of seonghwa never telling him any of those minor details. 

and he's only ever mentioned one friend, a man named hongjoong, but even details on him were so sparse it was a miracle he even remembered the guy's name.

by now, yeosang was feeling really dull. seonghwa would never do that. they did have a great relationship, one which yeosang was grateful for.

seonghwa, to him, was somewhat of foundation, a rock. someone he could go to and get solid support and advice from no matter what.

but he sensed that seonghwa didn't see him the same way.

his thoughts, however, were interrupted by a burning smell. yeosang moved his eyes back to the eggs.

burnt.

of course.

he let out a pitiful sigh and moved his burnt eggs onto a plastic plate and plopped down on his couch. he ate his sad omelet while scrolling through his texts. 

he saw one from wooyoung about grabbing dinner, so he texted him that they can get food tomorrow.

as he was eating, all he could think about was that his boyfriend could have made a much better meal and how he wanted to cuddle with him. he contemplated calling seonghaw again, but he ultimately decided against it.

they haven't been seeing each other a lot recently and yeosang couldn't wait to talk to his significant other.

thinking of seonghwa, yeosang finished up his eggs and started studying for a few quizzes he'd have tomorrow. when that mundane task was done, it was around midnight and the boy was about to go to bed.

he lay awake in bed, eyes getting heavier, as seonghwa's words rang through his half-conscious mind.

"i love you too," it sounded so pretty coming from his boyfriend's lips. a ghost of a smiled traced yeosang's mouth.

"then why don't you tell me anything?"

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[A/N]
this is so dePRESSing ugh.

n ik it's very seongsang biased rn but there will be more woosan in the next chap ;)