Yeosang
It's been a bit over a week since the night with Wooyoung. I've just been working and living this hell we call life. My place has surprisingly stayed clean. I don't want Wooyoung to spend his energy on me. He has enough work to do at the shop.
I sit at the counter making flower crowns of slightly withered flowers deep in thought. I hear the bell ring as someone walks into the shop. I raise my head to see Seonghwa. "Ah. Hello" I say and smile gently. "Hey, Yeosang. I had an order for Park Seonghwa." he says. I nod. "I'll go get it from the back." I tell him and walk into the backroom where we keep the bouquets. I look through them to find the correct one and walk back to the counter. "I see you paid in advance." I say and hand him the bouquet. "Yes... Thank you.." Seonghwa says and smiles gently
As the guy turns to leave. "Ah.. Seonghwa-ssi. Would you like a flower crown..? It's free.." I ask him. The taller smiles and nods. I handed him one that I made out of larkspur and baby's breath. "Here you go." I say. He thanks me again and then leaves.
Wooyoung walks in as Seonghwa leaves the store. The two quickly greet eacother while passing by. "I see you gave him the one you always wear." Woo says. I roll my yes. "I thought it went well with his black hair, you know.." I mumble. Wooyoung laughs. "Uh-huh." he teases and walks into the backroom.
A few hours after Woo came in, my shift ended. We made our shifts overlap just because we have a blast working together during those few hours. Luckily Woo owns the place so he makes our shifts mostly.
I walk up the stairs to my house to see someone standing in front of it. I furrow my brows. "What are you doing here?" I scoff and cross my arms. My brother laughs. "I came back to Korea after what? Three years and you treat me like this?" Jaejoong says mockingly. I roll my eyes. This fucker. "Go back to Japan or wherever the hell you were." I say coldly. "Yeosang.." he says. I sent a glare his way making him shut his mouth. "I don't want anything to do with you or the people I'm supposed to call my parents." I hiss. I press in the code to open my door. "Yeosang, they want you home for a gathering... Mom's side of the family will be there and she wants to seem like a good parent along with dad." Jaejoong explains. I laugh bitterly and glance at him. "I'm not coming. They should've been "good parents" when they had the fucking chance be."
"Well maybe if you weren't such a useless fag--" I don't even let the older finish his sentence before smacking him. "Fuck off! Just fuck off!" I yell at him with tears in my eyes. I walk inside and close the door with force. I press my back against the door before letting the tears fall. A pain-filled sob escapes from my lips as I slide down to sit on the floor.
"Fuck you... Fuck all of this."
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