flower boy [seongsang]

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[ begin. ]

a couple days have passed since the three's lunch in the library. yeosang found that becoming friends with the couple was quite easy because of their similar outgoing personalities. all of the awkward possible scenarios that have yeosang anxiety never occurred because wooyoung and san we're forward and blunt (in a good way). they had asked for his number that first lunch and quickly made a group chat.

wooyoung and san decided to eat lunch with yeosang to keep him company, their other best friends eating in the cafeteria still.

"hey yeosang?" wooyoung asks him around a mouthful of food.

"wooyoung! close your mouth until you've finished chewing!" san exclaims. "i can't believe i'm dating a pig," he fake cries, hiding his face in his hands and turning away from his boyfriend.

from the other side of the table, yeosang chuckles deeply.

"i'm still not used to you voice," san says, quickly switching back to normal. "it's so much deeper than i expected based on your soft and cute appearance."

"really? i don't think a higher pitches voice would suit me," yeosang's thinks out loud.

"i like your voice, it definitely suits you after you get to know you," wooyoung interjects to which san nods in agreement. "anyways, as i was trying to say before my boyfriend decided to yell at me," he glares at san, "when do you want to meet the rest of our friends yeo?"

"oh. i haven't thought much about. whenever, i guess," yeosang answers.

"okay great! i'll see when if they can come here tomorrow for lunch," wooyoung plans aloud, excited.

"what are they like?" yeosang asks quietly.

"hmm?" san hums inquisitively, not having heard what the shy boy asked.

"your guys' friends. what are they like? are they nice? are they easy to talk to? are they going to make fun of me for dressing like this? or for being a bookworm–"

"woah, woah, buddy. calm down," wooyoung cuts him off.

"our friends are just like us to some degree. they're all amazing and nice!" san explains, trying to calm yeosang down. "not all of them are as loud as the two of us though. only mingi, really."

"i think you'll get on well with yunho and seonghwa and hongjoong. they like to have fun and mess around but they are quieter," wooyoung concludes.

"well," san adds, "yunho can get loud too. especially when he's with mingi. mingi makes him act crazy and loud!"

"you're right," wooyoung smiles and laughs. san joins him and yeosang does, too, because the mood coaxes him to.

his worries retract a bit and he enjoys the rest of his lunch.

after lunch ends, yeosang puts on puts his library aid lanyard around his neck and gets to work. today he has many books to put back on the shelves so he gets started. the empty library suddenly seems too quiet, the absence of his two loud friends very apparent. he softly hums to himself a random song he heard on the radio as he wheels the book cart around, putting the books in the correct place. a few times, he rearranges books that are out of place due to careless students who apparently don't know how the alphabet works.

with twenty minutes left of the hour long period, he goes into the office to read over notes from the librarian. she writes down little tasks she needs to do and sometimes yeosang will do a few for her.

on the list it says mr. jung needs a specific book from the poetry section. it's a book of many different poets with a poem each.

yeosang walks to the poetry section, knowing where it is by heart. he would be able to find it in the dark. he quickly finds the book and walks out of the library, not before flipping off the lights so students know no one is there to help them.

my. jung's english classroom is only a few hallways away and soon enough yeosang stops in front of the door. he knocks quietly and opens the door slowly. slipping inside, he walks around the back of the classroom, feeling very uncomfortable with the pairs of eyes he knows are on him.

"can i help you?" the middle-aged teacher asks him in a nice tone.

"i believe you wanted this, sir?" yeosang asks meekly, holding out the book.

"oh yes," the man takes it, "thank you, young man."

yeosang bows slightly before turning and walking out of the classroom. however, as he closes the door, he locks eyes with a very handsome boy who sits against the wall in the back row.

that's the boy i bumped into a few days ago. he's pretty.

[ end. ]
to be honest, i don't even know what i'm writing at this point in time.