flower boy [seongsang]

xiii ;

[ begin. ]

when wooyoung is let in, he immediately stomps over to san and glares at him. the latter stand up with a sorry look on his face. the younger of the two pulls him into a tight hug and places a soft his to his forehead.

"i love you, you little traitor," wooyoung laughs softly.

"i love you, too!" san beams.

during this exchange, yeosang goes to the computer and starts it up, logging into the software with his aid key code. he goes to the search bar and types in a poet's name, the one hongjoong decided. he scans until he finds a book he thinks will help and writes the title and author down on a purple notepad. he does the same for the poet that seonghwa chose and then yunho as well. the other three boys have yet to decide on a poet.

he takes the sticky note off of the pad and sticks it onto the small whiteboard in the back office. at the top of the board reads kang yeosang. it's his board to write down reminders and tasks. or whatever else he pleases.

he hears the door, which he had decided to just unlock (it's supposed to be unlocked anyway, he just didn't want to be disturbed), open. in files yunho, mingi, and jongho. the later chomps on a red apple.

"jongho, way that at the table, please. i don't want a sticky mess on the books somehow," yeosang requests nicely in his soft and deep voice.

"sure thing," he replies around a big bite of apple, his voice a bit muffled. he sits at the requested area. the other boys join him and yeosang follows suit after logging out of the computer.

"by the way, where's the librarian?" yunho asks curiously. he had yet to see her since meeting the shy boy.

"she doesn't usually arrive until five minutes before class starts on wednesdays," yeosang answers, chuckling after at her bad habit. he loves the librarian, an older woman with a lot of energy and life left in her, as well as an ever burning passion for books in her heart. she cares for yeosang as well, a soft spot for him. she treats him like a grandson, actually. she's just so fond of her aid, she relates to him. they get one another.

"speaking of whereabouts," mingi starts, voice at a too-loud-for-a-library volume, "where are hwa and joong at?"

yeosang quickly assumes he's talking about seonghwa and hongjoong, not having heard these nicknames before.

"you know those two," wooyoung says. "they're never early, but never late."

"yeah, i guess you're right," mingi laughs loudly.

"yeosang," yunho calls.

"hmm?"

"are we still okay to come in during lunch?" the oldest of the five boys asks.

"yes, of course. we need to figure out which poets mingi, san, and wooyoung want to choose today. i've found a book for you that i think will help. i just have to pull it off the shelf."

"oh wow, thanks!" yunho says happily and genuinely.

"yeah, no problem. hongjoong and seonghwa will be by at lunch to get their books, too," yeosang explains.

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at lunch, about five minutes into the half hour block, seven boys shuffle in. immediately, one of them waltzes over to the library aid.

"hi there, cutie," he says smoothly.

yeosang looks up to see who it is and he blushes lightly. "hi, seonghwa," he says as confidently as he can muster.

"you're impossibly cuter when you're flustered," he coos at the younger, grabbing his face in his hands and squishing his cheeks together. seonghwa hold this position for a bit until he hears a voice in the background.

"get a room, lovebirds!" mingi shouts sarcastically. seonghwa turns and looks at him with a glare as he stalk toward the taller male. the red haired one immediately tries to hide behind hongjoong.

"mingi, you do realize that hongjoong is way smaller than you, right? how is he going to protect you?" seonghwa taunts.

a fire lights in hongjoong's dark eyes. "i may be small, but i'll beat you up, you meanie!" mingi latches his arms around the smaller's waist and hides his face in the crook of his neck.

"i'm sure you will, joongie."

"you show him!" jongho yells in encouragement to hongjoong.

during this show, yeosang slips into a seat to the right of san. to san's left is wooyoung. san throws and arm around yeosang and gives him a look.

"what?" he asks.

"what was that?" san inquires excitedly.

"yeah, i've seen seonghwa flirt before but never that," wooyoung joins.

"he wasn't flirting, shut up, guys," yeosang whines, his heart beating a little faster at the thought of someone as handsome and sweet as seonghwa flirting with a boy like himself.

"yeo, that was literally- you know what, never mind," wooyoung cuts himself off.

yeosang gives him a skeptical look before excusing himself to go look for the books.

"wait, yeosang, i'll help you!" calls that perfect and smooth voice.

"you don't have to-"

"yeah, but i want to," the older admits.

"well, okay."

"oh yeah, so hongjoong cant make it tonight. he has to babysit his neighbor's little kid."

"oh, so it'll just be... the two of us?" yeosang panics.

"just us!"

[ end. ]
wow i'm trying to get more seongsang in this seongsang fic. i just don't want to exclude the other members or make it feel like they're moving too fast so i worry and then prolong everything. thanks for your patience:)