Best friend//sangi

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"You see when he's around wooyoung he's different, he messes with wooyoung and they play fight but with me, we sometimes just sit in silence for hours on end but it feels comfortable" mingi was laying on hongjoong's bed, head hanging off the edge, looking at his wardrobe, upside down. Since the break up they'd been hanging out more and right now mingi felt like hongjoong was the only person he could confidently talk about San to without worrying about San being told what he said.

"I think San likes you," hongjoong could sense Mingi's confused expression so even with his back turned he knew what mingi was doing, "as more than a friend mingi." he sighed, the only person that didn't know at this point was mingi himself, and maybe seonghwa but he's not a clueless idiot like mingi.

"So you're saying that he's like this with me because he," mingi threw himself backwards, his voice going soft "likes me?" He questioned, it wasn't that he didn't like san because he completely did but you know that feeling when you get told someone likes you and you're not sure if it's actually true or not, yeah? Well that's how he was feeling. The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy right now and he felt slightly giddy at the thought of there being anyway that San might actually like him.

"Absolutely, you know what you're going to do about it? You're going to run to his place right now and you're going to confess." Hongjoong turned around to see mingi laying on his bed, eyes wide and arms spread out beside him.

"But it's raining?" Mingi replied, still staring at the ceiling, not even attempting to move.

"Just think of it like you're in a shitty rom com and you're running to tell San you love him before it's too late and he gets on the plane and you never see him again" hongjoong sat on his bed, looking at mingi with an expression that could only say 'dude you gotta do it' and in an ideal world, mingi would have but it was pouring with rain and he didn't feel like getting sick just so he could tell San that he loves him. Plus random confessions of love were not his thing and neither were words.