A bottle of stardust (SVT)

Phone call

Junhao

He stared at the screen, as blank as his mind. Minghao had no ideas, his well had run dry. What could he write about next? His readers were expecting his next story soon, and he had nothing to give them. He sighed in dismay.

The ringing of his phone shocked him out of his dazed state. He glanced at his phone. Junhui is calling

Minghao pondered for a second. His ex-boyfriend called him at least twice a day now. It was starting to get annoying. Minghao picked up anyways, and was greeted by a deep, smooth voice she was so familiar with and loved badly. It was like melted chocolate (oh god what).

"Minghao?" Junhui asked. The said man bit his lip, deciding what to say. He replied in a dull tone, "Hi."

Junhui let out a throaty laugh. "You used to be so excited when I called you, and now all you say is 'hi'?" 

Minghao felt anger flareup in his chest. "Well, I used to love you until you slept with my best friend." He spat out violently. Memories of how he caught them both, stark naked as the day they were born, clothes hanging from Junhui's bed, the bed Minghao and Junhui used to share. He was so disgusted, disgusted that Junhui was doing all the things he used to do to Minghao to another man, disgusted that he was saying all the things he used to say to Minghao to another man. But most importantly, he felt betrayed that Junhui kept it a secret.

Junhui went silent.

"So I see you're still no over that."

That sounded so sad, so sincere.

But if there was one thing Mingao knew about Junhui, it was that he was a great actor.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"Save it."

Minghao was surprised how cold he sounded.

"Bye Junhui."

"Bye Ming-"

Minghao hung up before Junhui could finish. His eye's flickered to his computer screen. He had a whole new story planned out, about a boy and the man he used to love.