Again? [SeongSang FF]

Three

[Yeosang POV]

I collapsed onto my back. The bed feeling so warm and comfy compared to the cold AC of the KQ building. I sighed, hugging my satchel to my chest as I recollected my thoughts. I thought the interview went pretty well. That's a start right? Though, it seems that guy from earlier didn't like me too much. Neither did the receptionist... I still don't know if I did something wrong or not.

I sighed, lifting an arm over my eyes. I just need a job. If I keep this up, in a couple months I won't have any money to
pay rent, let alone water or electricity bills. I take another deep, sigh before slowly drifting away into sleep.

[The Next Morning]

I wake up to a very loud 'I Got A Ponytail' ring. My phone... MY PHONE. I shoot up 90 degrees and stumble for my phone. I dig through my satchel, scratching past my laptop and all my doodles from the bus ride home. I pull it out, an unknown number is calling.

I answer, waiting a few seconds before asking, "Hello?"

"Yes, hello? Is this Kang Yeosang from XXX address? I am from KQ Magazine calling about a job application."

"Yes, that's me..."

"You got the job, we will see you on Monday morning at 8:00. Thank you for your time."

"Yes, thank you for informing me."

I hang up the phone, trying to process what had just happened. I press my hands to my face in excitement, a smile that will never fade appearing on my face. I get up and jump around on my bed, laughing as I roll around the sheets. I should call Wooyoung! I need to call Wooyoung!

I messily dial his number in excitement, practically shaking at how happy I was. For the first time ever, I had a full paying job!

"Hello?" I heard on the other line. It was a tired Wooyoung, shuffling in his covers.

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung! I got the job!" I exclaimed into the phone, practically blowing his and my own ears off.

"You what?" He said sleepily.

"I said, I got the job! I'm coming over!" I replied quickly.

"Who is that babe?" Said another sleepy voice in the background, just before I hung up, though I didn't pay any mind to it since I didn't hear it well to begin with and sometimes Woo gives me pet names like that.

I take a quick, five minute rinse and put on a cream, school style sweater over top a loose, champagne dress shirt. I pulled out another one of my millions of pairs of black skinny jeans and hopped out the door, pulling on one of my superstars on as I went. Fortunately, Woo lived just down the block and it would be just a minute of travel if I lightly ran. Which I did. I raced up is apartment building stairs, skipping some steps as I climbed. I pulled out the key to his flat and quickly unlocked it, fumbling the keys ever so slightly. I stepped inside to find Wooyoung nervously cleaning his kitchen counters. I smile widely and jumped into his arms for a hug.

"Woo! I got the job!" I say while bouncing around his flat. I turned to face him but he wasn't jumping around in excitement like I was, he was just twirling his fingers, with a guilty look on his face. His ears were slightly red. "Woo?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm so happy for you Yeosang," he says before collapsing onto the couch.

"It doesn't sound like it," I reply, slightly concerned for him.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit down today," he says, putting the back of his hand on his eyes as he rests his head back into the cushion of the sofa.

"Aww... Poor thing," I say, ruffling his hair. He just sighs, pushing my hand away. I look at the ground. Why is he acting this way? Usually he gets super hyper when I come over... It hits me. "I know Wooyoung! We'll just play some cards against humanity. You love that game! Just stay put, I'll go get it."

Wooyoung flinches at the last sentence. "You'll what?" He questions, getting up, looking panicked.

"Just stay there," I reassure him, as I enter his bedroom.

"No! Yeosang!"

The door creaks open and inside sitting on the bed is a lean man, sitting on Wooyoung's bed, with only boxers on. He ruffles his dark hair, turning to see who opened the door. He smiles softly at me, dimples indenting his cheeks as his lips spread. He had sombre eyes, with long eyelashes that laced them ever so gently. His skin was clear and smooth. His lips a soft pink color. Flashes of red bled through his dark, shiny hair. He had a thin figure with broad shoulders and a small waist.

I close the door slowly and turn to Wooyoung who has his hands in his face, draped across the couch. Hesitantly, I turn back to the door, opening it again to see the shirtless man just behind the door. I jump at the sight. We're around the same height but he was so quite and light on his feet. He gives me a wink before squeezing through the doorway. He now had on a black pair of Nike shorts, which was an improvement but not much.

He sits beside Wooyoung, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before nuzzling into his shoulder with his arms wrapped around him. Still in shock, I slowly step towards Woo who is now giving me the stupidest look. I open my mouth to say something but instead, I just walk out, waving goodbye to his new interest and my best friend.

Wide eyed, I take a short walk to the local café, ordering my usual Pink Drink. The sweet taste snapped me out of my daze slightly but I was nowhere near feeling normal. First of all, Wooyoung had a love interest? He was so heartbroken after he was cheat on by his last girlfriend. He didn't like anyone for years after that. And not just that, but Wooyoung is gay? I mean, he's been a flirt with boys before, but he's like that with everyone. Even my mom, which is hella gross. Nothing against him though. I'm sure if I found someone that handsome that liked me, I would fall for him too.

Not that it would ever happen anyways, I thought to myself as I took a sip of my Pink Drink.