Again? [SeongSang FF]

Ten

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"It's starting to look like a bit more than just an accident ," one of the officers said.

Yeosang just sat there. He was still in shock. His apartment had caught on fire, burning all his belongings, including almost all his clothing and jewelry. His sketchbooks and awards were luckily recovered safely as they were in a dresser which hadn't caught fire.

However, he was now out of a home and had almost no money until the next month where he would collect his salary.

"There are signs of Arson and a few neighbors saw an unknown and suspicious woman sneaking around your apartment for the past few days while you were out."

"So you think it was that woman who set fire to his house?" Seonghwa asked.

The officer nodded and passed a clear plastic folder with laminated photos of evidence and the woman inside.

Yeosang looked through the photos of his once comfortable and familiar apartment. Tears welled in his eyes at the sight.

Seonghwa's concerned face went pale when the page flipped to the woman. She was all too familiar. The black hair, her thick framed glasses and that large birthmark that took up some space on the upper left side of her face. Seonghwa's hands started to shake as he looked closer at the woman's face.

"I know her..." Seonghwa said shakily.

"You do? How so?" The officer started to question.

"She used to..." Seonghwa gulped, taking a deep breath. "She used to follow me around. She's a stalker."

Yeosang looked up for the first time in a while. A sasaeng?

"Please come with me," the officer said sternly, leading Seonghwa to a separate conference room. They left Yeosang with just the photos and his thoughts alone.

'Why would a sasaeng try and burn down my house?' Yeosang thought to himself. 'How would she even know-'

The photo shoot.

The photos that were published included the one where Seonghwa had kissed him and ones where Seonghwa had back hugged him and carried him on his back.

Yeosang buried his face in his hands. The tears threatened to fall. Was this the treatment he would receive by being with a famous model?

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After around an hour of interrogation, Seonghwa made his way back to his seat next to Yeosang.

They both sat in silence. Yeosang looked down at his hands and Seonghwa made small glances at him.

"They're gonna track her down..." Seonghwa assured.

Yeosang just nodded to himself.

"Look, I if you need a place to stay, you can stay with me any day..." He added.

"No. I've got a friend," Yeosang answered coldly. He couldn't stay with him any longer.

Seonghwa looked slightly... disappointed? He wanted to spend more time with Yeosang but he wouldn't force it on him.

He nodded. "Well if you ever need it..." Seonghwa started as he grabbed an old receipt out of his pocket and a pen. "Here... is my address," He said, passing the crumpled piece of paper to Yeosang.

"Thanks."

"I'm always here for you ok?" Seonghwa said one more time before softly turning Yeosang's head towards him.

Yeosang couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach. His eyes couldn't lose sight of Seonghwa's pink lips. The ones he had kissed so passionately...