GLITTERS | | seongjoong

8.

 
A few weeks had passed since the talk Hongjoong had with Jongho. And with no surprise, He didn't have the balls to talk it through with Seonghwa. Instead, he had cowered and acted like everything was okay, smiling and talking happily with him like he had grown used to do. (much to Jongho's dislike.)

So there he was, head rested against his palm, gaze directed towards the handsome eldest. Different thoughts were rushing through his head — how can he not be bald after all this bleaching? what is he talking about?
Because he clearly wasn't listening. Didn't really know why. Was it because of the outrageous amount of noise in the supposed-to-be classroom, the obnoxious and disgusting smell of male's fragrance, or Seonghwa's eye smile whenever he would crack a joke in the middle of his sentence, small giggles escaping the barriers of his lips? He really didn't know, probably a mix of all of that.
Seonghwa eventually took notice of that, frown growing on his clear face and annoyance taking over him. He punched to younger's arm, whispering different curse words at him.

  "You diddle-frickle-frackle dipshit! I was telling you important things!"

"u-uh? Yes, of course you were! I was listening!"

"So what was I talking about?"

"Prom? You were talking about prom, right?"

"I sometimes wonder why I'm even bothering to talk with you, really. For your information, I was talking about the group project, which I've been doing all alone! I was trying to express my frustrations through jokes but shit doesn't work, so fuck you!"

"But.. the project is finished? we already gave it to the teacher.."

"I know, was just trying to get you flustered. Didn't work, abort mission! you can go back to drooling over Youngji's perfect ponytail."

Who in hell is Youngji? Hongjoong's sighs machine activated at this very moment, though they were subtil and more of tiredness than boredom.

He started to act this air-headed right after he came to term with those thoughts — he really liked Seonghwa. He didn't know why, or why he had fallen so fast when nothing near romantic had happened between the two. Seonghwa had just existed, he thinks.

Every time the corner of his lips would slightly turn upwards whenever something would excite him, or when his tongue sticked out when he was concentrated on something he was passionated about - fashion or music in his case; he felt his heart ache and his cheeks would turn a bright shade of pink.

Hongjoong wasn't that dumb, he clearly knew what it was, but he was frightened of those feelings and searched helplessly ways to stop these. He had spent hours, nights thinking it through, but the only thing he could have thought of was to keep quiet, always keep quiet.

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Seonghwa was sprawled out on Yunho's bed, humming the different songs that played on the latter's phone. It was sunday afternoon, approximately 4pm if you asked them. This was their ritual; spending sundays together, often doing nothing except listening to Yunho's playlist— it was the same every time.

"I told Hongjoong to suck a dick three months ago."

"Of course you- What! what what what! you met Hongjoong? the Hongjoong? why didn't tell me sooner?"

"Forgot, I guess. Anyway! it was sooo cool like, oh my god. It was at this broadcasting thing, don't remember the name though. We were like, fifty in front of the glass so it was kinda chill. I was with San, told you about him. So like the host was asking bland questions and then!"

"Then what? Continue, that's not a wattpad fiction!"

"Old man asked my boy if he ever got some. He had the audacity to say no! Why? Because we wouldn't like it! I almost went crazy. Is this 1920? I was so frustrated that he thinks we think like that, you know."

"Why, that's kinda cute, you know. Treasuring his fans and all the sappy stuff."

"That's exactly what bothers me! We're his fans, his friends at most, but in no way their romantic partner! What we want is his happiness, not his pants."

"Ah, get it. That's cool to think like that Hwa, you're a good guy. But what did you do? you killed nobody.. did you?"

"Could have killed a bitch, didn't. I yelled out of primal instinct to suck a dick. That's it. Not really important, but here's the juice! He looked at me! Yunhooo! He looked at me! And I what? panicked. I could have winked, smiled, but no, I stood there like a fucking plant."

"Not to be that person, but even while grimacing you're handsome, so I really don't think it was that bad. Did he react whatsoever?"

"He laughed. Award winning laugh! And then San hit my head with the lightstick I think. I cried after, mix of pain and joy. It was, I think, the best day of my life."

"Topping the day Mingi and I bought you that giant toothless plushie?"

"Didn't even think of it."

"Ungrateful bitch, get out before I shove my feet up your ass."

"Kidding! I love it really! It's nicely displayed on my bed!"

But Yunho didn't listen and started nudging Seonghwa's side with his feet, soon turning into tickles. Laughters filled the room and the soft music couldn't even be heard as happiness was the only hearable thing at the moment.

      Seonghwa was walking down the streets of Seoul. 10pm, he just had checked. The sunday afternoon had turned into a movie evening and before he could think of it, his mom had called six times for him to hurry back before she called the cops. So he had hurried out of the house, thanking Yunho and his mom for welcoming him like always, which deserved a "take him for model, yunho! nice, respectful and veerryy handsome!" From Yunho's mom to his son.
But the bad was done, and he was already late (as usual) so he thought might as well not ruin my hair. He walked slowly, admiring the streets illuminated by lamps that seemed to work by the will of god, considering the amount of light they provided. He was alone, his high heels boots resonating against the pavement and his breath being the only sound one could hear. Anyone would have started stressing out but for some weird reasons, Seonghwa felt good, he felt like his soul was at ease in the small space between the different buildings. He was okay.

Strangely, his mom didn't go batshit crazy like she could have been last week, or all the weeks before. She just looked at him, looked at the clock, and sighed with all the air her body contained. Funny sight, he thought. His lips curled up in a shy smile before storming to his room. He plopped down on his bed, spending a few seconds looking at the ceiling before falling asleep, makeup and clothes still on.

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