Again? [SeongSang FF]

Six

[Yeosang POV]

Finally, Mr. Park had left. Could what he was doing have anything to do with me? I mean, he kept looking at me and even brushed up against me while he was leaving. But I guess I shouldn't think like that. He is a model after all. I'm probably looking to far into it.

I packed everything away with Jongho before joining the rest of the team for a drink at the local restaurant. It wasn't too far of a walk from the office building. In fact it was just a block or so away.

"We go here for our team drinks almost every time. Their pork is so good," Jongho leans into to tell me as we arrived. I give him an 'ok' with my hand and we start up the small set stairs up to the glass double doors.

Jongho starts to open one of the doors, when Mr. Park swings open the other. Slowly they look at each other, almost burning holes in each others faces. Jongho breaks their eye contact to smile at me and take my wrist, pulling me gently through the open doors. I glanced at Mr. Park as he huffed and rolled his eyes.

All 15 or so of us sat down at a long table near the center of the restaurant. I took a seat next to Jongho who was on my right and Mr. Park sat down to my left. Jongho leaned back slightly to see him and Mr. Park did the same.

"You did really well at the shoot today Mr. Park," I said attempting to break the silence.

"Oh please, call me Seonghwa," he replied, giving me a small grin. I smile back.

"Yeosang what drink do you wanna order?" Jongho asks, tapping on my shoulder. I turn to look at the menu with him.

"I'll just have a ginger ale. I don't really drink," I told Jongho.

"Well I'm gonna have soju," Jongho responded.

"Let's share the bottle then," Mr. Seonghwa blurted our.

We both turned to him and Jongho just nodded. The worst was yet to happen.

[2 Hours Later]

"Still holding up Jongho?" Mr. Seonghwa said, giving a cheers to the guy before inhaling his shot.

"Never been better," Jongho replied before also inhaling his shot, just a bit more gently.

It'd been two straight hours of this, with exception of a quick snack in between of grilled pork belly. Almost half of the team had gone home, a few of them left to do some karaoke and the rest were still here chatting away about some hotel scandal in China.

The two of them were now sitting in front of each other, challenging who could gulf down the most soju. All the poor empty bottles sat there in shame just beside them. It felt like the Wild West, seeing how they fought like that. Two cowboys having a show down with their shot glasses of steel.

Now that I think about it... What were they fighting for? Maybe they had issues before today though. Ooh~ Like one of those k-dramas. Kim Tan and Choi Young Do, fighting in the middle of the high school hallway over a girl. Old friends turned enemies. Tall, strong and handso-

Ah, what am I thinking.

"Guys don't you think it's enough..." I tried to say before they ended up puking out their guts in front of everyone.

"Iiiii am juuuuust fiiine Yeooosaa *hic* iiiieeeeee," Seonghwa slurred before patting my arm in 'comfort'.

Jongho quickly slapped his hand away form my arm, "Heeeeyyyyy! Duuumbhwa, get awaaaaaaa..."

His head slammed on the table. He was out cold. Cold may even be an understatement.

"Jongho?" I said trying to shake him back to consciousness. I tapped on his cheek but all I got back was a groan.

I sighed to myself. Mr. Seonghwa was also looking ready to pass out. He had his arms crossed over the table top, resting his chin on top of them, snuggling into his fluffy sweater. What was this even for? Can I please just get some answers here?

"Jongho!" A voice calls from behind me. I turn around to see a lighter haired boy who looks creepily like the passed out Jongho.

"I'm so sorry about him," the guy says trying to stand him up. "I'm his younger brother, Jiseon. He does this a little too often."

"It's no problem, just get him home ok," I responded with a smile. Finally one of these hooligans were with someone they knew.

"Mr. Seonghwa?" I said softly, tapping on his shoulder. He stirred, looking at me and smiling. "Do you have anyone we can call to help you get home?"

His smile faded and he leaned his head back on his arm, keeping his gaze fixed on me. "I don't have any friendsssss. I don't have any familyyyyy who love meeee. I don't have anyone." He slurred before burying his eyes into his sweater arms. He took a long pause. "I'm *hic* so lonely..."

He started to weep quietly. Small hiccups would invade his sobs as he cried into his cream sleeves. I couldn't leave him like this. Poor guy...

"Come on then, let's get you home," I told him, slinging his arm over my shoulder and brought him to his feet. He rested his head on my shoulder and told me his address slowly.

His place was also not too far from the KQ  building. Like the restaurant, it was only a block or two away, just in the other direction.

Mr. Seonghwa was half asleep as we walked. His feet dragged along the pavement and he got heavier and heavier as we got closer to his flat.

"Yeosaaaaa..." Mr. Seonghwa murmured softly to himself. I looked down at him. In the blue light of the moon, even drunk, he looked so handsome. His looks were no joke. I'm not surprised he is a top model. His eyelashes rested on his cheeks ever so lightly. His dark hair fell onto his forehead so perfectly. Each strand held a place on his face.

I looked down at the ground. It was unfair how some people were made so nicely like that while others like me are so flawed and average. It annoys me. Whoever is pulling that dark magic with looks when babies are born is gonna have it once I see em.

After a long haul up the apartment stairs, we were finally stood in front of his door. I dug his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

His flat was spacious but not huge in size. The floors were wooden and the walls were white all around.

I threw him on his leather couch and sighed. He was heavy as hell for such a thin and lean guy. Never again will I drag him up the stairs.

I crouched down next him as he slept soundly on the cushions. His face was so clear and smooth. No imperfections in sight.

In the moment, I slowly started to brush his hair out of his eyes with my hand, tucking it behind his ear.

He grasped my hand and held it close to him as he slept. I couldn't help but smile to myself. He was kind of... I don't know how to explain it.

Pretty? Shining? Cute? No, no, no never mind.

I need to get these ideas out of my head. And quick.