flower boy [seongsang]

vii ;

[ begin. ]

"hey, yeo!" san exclaims as he marches though the library doors. yeosang looks up and smiles.

"hi, san," he greets calmly. he notices a certain someone is absent, "where's wooyoung?"

"he's gathering the guys to bring here."

san walks toward yeosang and pulls him into a couch with him, keeping his arm in his grasp. over the past few days, yeosang quickly learned that san is very affectionate and loves to touch people like this. a very innocent and yet intimate sign of affection. yeosang isn't crazy about it, but he puts up with it to keep san happy. he definitely can't say he dislikes it, though.

"i can't wait for us to be a group of eight instead of seven and three," san sighs out happily.

a few minutes pass and suddenly the door swings open, six boys walk in, heights varying. a couple are obviously shorter than the majority.

yeosang becomes nervous and san notices right away, so he tightens his grip.

"are you okay, yeo?" he asks worriedly.

yeosang shakes his head and inhaled deeply, "yeah, i'm fine. their presence is just, i don't know, a lot?"

san chuckles at that, "that sound like my friends!" he turns his attention to the small crowd standing, talking to wooyoung. "hey guys!" he waves them over.

everybody fills in the four small couches, two each.

"okay," wooyoung starts, "everybody, this is mine and san's friend, kang yeosang! he's in our grade." there's a collection of "hellos" and other greetings. "how about you guys take turns saying your name and your grade so he can meet everyone?"

"i'll start!" one of the shorter boys announces. "my name is kim hongjoong and i'm a senior!" yeosang bows his head to him.

"i'm choi jongho and i'm a sophomore," the next one says. yeosang nods.

"i'm jeong yunho, i'm a junior." nods.

"i'm song mingi!" the boy with red hair yells out. yeosang immediately agrees with what san had told him: mingi is loud, too.

"tell him what grade you're in, mingi!" yunho yells at him.

"oh yeah, i'm a junior," he laughs.

yeosang finally looks at who is on the couch to his left. sitting next to wooyoung is none other than the boy he bumped into and locked eyes with. his gaze seems ever more intense up close.

"my name is park seonghwa and i'm a senior like hongjoong," seonghwa admits in a cool and relaxed tone while looking straight into yeosang's deep brown eyes.

yeosang bows his head to escape his intense gaze. "nice to meet you all," he finally says.

"woah, your voice is deep!" yunho shouts.

[ end. ]
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