biker boy || jongsang ✔️

baths.

Yeosang bit off one more piece of chocolate before walking into the living room. He stood by the couch and saw Jongho with his head in his hands, mumbling stuff to himself. "You act like it's a breakup." Yeosang said. Jongho faced him. "Well, I thought we were friends, and I don't have a lot of those." "But I thought you-" "They aren't my friends, just people." "I'm not forgiving you, but I won't kick you out. But if you ever, ever do that to me again, I'll kick your balls twice as hard and call the cops." "I-I won't I swear, I'm sorry again." "You should be," Yeosang was about to walk back to his room. "Thanks for the chocolate." He mumbled, then he went to his room. Do you think Yeosang ever forgave him? Do you really? You're wrong. Jongho did some type of romantic shit everyday to make it up to Yeosang, which in return got Jongho a mouthful of how he can't buy his respect or friendship back. Jongho on the other hand, was just glad to be talking with him again. Yeosang was probably the best thing in his life at the moment, other than Couque D'asse. So, he was set on treating him like a million bucks.

~Four Weeks Later~

Yeosang got home early, around 8pm. As always there was a trail of rose petals leading somewhere, this time to the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with bubbles and smelled like cotton candy, the water was still running so it must've been warm. There was a single glass of Champaign and his favorite playlist playing. Fuck Choi Jongho, fuck him for making Yeosang feel this bitch of a feeling in his heart. Jongho walked and leaned against the door frame. "The water's gonna overflow." Yeosang turned to face Jongho, his reaction priceless. Jongho had never seen him so damn flustered. "I- I how-," Yeosang groaned and put his hands on the door. "Bring me a towel." He mumbled. Jongho nodded and ran to get it, he handed it to Yeosang who then shut the door in his face.

Yeosang moaned as he stepped into the warm water. The last time he took a bubble bath he was four years old. It was a relief to him, relaxation. He snatched the glass of Champaign and sipped it. "Holy shit, that's good." He whispered. He blew the bubbles around every now and then, loving how fluffy they were. He engulfed himself in the water for a few seconds, then came back up for air. He smiled to himself and leaned against the side of the bathtub. "He's still an asshole." He mumbled. "But a nice one..." He felt like he was gonna fall asleep. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Fuck it, I'll forgive him." He said.

Yeosang woke up in his bedroom, in a robe. His sheets smelt good and his comforter was still warm. Yeosang almost had a conniption when he realized Jongho put him here. He stumbled out of his bed and into the living room. But Jongho was in the kitchen, very skillfully cracking an egg into a bowl with flower and stuff. "How did I end up in my room?" Yeosang asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Jongho stared at him while he whisked the batter. "The air carried you away." "Air doesn't know how to put on robes." "Well I wasn't gonna let you sleep in a bathtub." "That would've sufficed..." "You having the risk of drowning would never suffice. Do you like chocolate on vanilla, or vanilla on vanilla?" "I like chocolate on chocolate."