[completed ] Choi San was too busy breaking everyone else's heart, to keep an eye on his own. And when a player gets played, things get messy...
And possibly deadly.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
「 strike me with your words beat me with your lies hit me with your unlove smile while I cry 」
♫zolita; hurt me harder
✩ h o n g j o o n g ✩
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
Hongjoong stopped, just as he was about to open the door to the backstage changing room. Wooyoung's voice was cutting clearly through the closed door - and he was angry.
"Nothing!" Yeosang snapped back at him, sounding just as agitated. "But I told you not to do that here!"
"You tell me not to do it anywhere though! What the hell is wrong? You never let me fuck you anymore! It's been weeks! Like you freak out, as soon as I'm about to touch you! What the fuck is going on?"
"Already told you a million times, I'm just not in the fucking mood!" Yeosang's voice was loud, way louder than usual, and the sound of his slamming his hands against the table followed right after his words.
Wooyoung groaned, not hiding how frustrated he was, mumbling something Hongjoong couldn't hear - and then everything went silent for a moment. Out in the hallway, Hongjoong stood like frozen - he wanted to leave, but he also had to go get ready for his show in twenty minutes. And all his stuff was behind that door.
"Are you still mad because I left you?" he then heard Wooyoung ask.
"No..."
"Then you won't get mad when I'm leaving right now either. Call me when you're not fucking insane anymore."
Hongjoong barely managed to run a few steps away, to make it seem like he was just approaching, when the door was opened. Wooyoung came stomping out, slamming the door behind him, but as soon as he saw Hongjoong, he did his best to fake a smile. His eyes were red, dark shadows underneath them - Wooyoung might be back in town, but he was definitely still stuck in his old way of living.
"Wouldn't go out there if I were you," he scoffed, nodding his head towards the door. "I think he's on his period or something."
Wooyoung continued down the hallway, while Hongjoong took a deep breath before walking over to open the door. Yeosang was at his locker, aggressively shoving his coat into it - his back turned towards Hongjoong as he walked in. The younger only briefly looked over his shoulder to see who it was, before looking away again.
But Hongjoong was soon occupied with something else...
It was the third night in a row, that Hongjoong found his makeup station backstage, to be blocked with a huge bouquet of flowers - the roses swaying over the edge of the table, like a dusty pink waterfall.
He sighed, as he snatched the card, stuck into the top of the bouquet, already aware of who it was from. With a sound of agitation he crumbled it up, and threw it on the table.
