biker boy || jongsang ✔️

may i admire you again today?

"New rule, no more bringing whores home." Yeosang declared. "She is not a whore!" Jongho screamed. "Neither am I yet you didn't defend me!" "Why should I?!" "Oh I've got more than enough reasons!" "I'd fucking love to hear it!" Through the time that they were yelling at each other, they had stepped closer to each other and Yeosang was against the wall in between Jongho's arms. "If you liked me you wouldn't be dating other people." Yeosang said, trying to hold back the smirked dancing on his lips. "And if you didn't like me you wouldn't care." Jongho said. "I don't like you." "Then why did you make such a big deal out of it?" "I- because..I don't like having people over." "Yet you let me have a party." "That was different." "You don't want me with one person but you'll invite dozens of people over?" "Oh fuck you." Yeosang pushed Jongho off of him. "You always say that when you don't wanna answer something." "What a brilliant observation, do you want the noble prize with that?!" "Yeosang, no more sarcasm, what's the real reason you didn't want Eunbi here?" "I don't know! It's fucking irritating to see you with some other bitch!" "So jealousy?" "Yeah, yeah. So what?! You better wipe that smirk off your face before I smack it off!" Jongho pressed his lips into a thin line. "I'm sorry, but why are you jealous if you don't like me?" "I don't want to like you, but I do. So help me god, if you make a big deal out of this I'll pierce your balls in your sleep." Yeosang mumbled, then walked to his room.

~The Next Morning~

Yeosang wanted to stay in bed for the day, thankfully he could since it was his day off. But, he did want to use today to his advantage. Yeosang took a quick shower and threw on jeans and a sweater. Jongho was in the kitchen, shaking a pan causing a pancake to flip in it. "Pancakes?" Yeosang questioned. "Uh, yeah. Pancakes. Do you...want some?" "Maybe." "Maybe?" Yeosang smiled slightly. "Yeah, um, screw diets, I'll take two." Jongho chuckled. "Alright then." Yeosang sat at the bar stool and watch Jongho cut a circle in the middle of the pancake. "Why cut a circle?" "So you can fill it with syrup or whatever the hell you want." "That's...actually kinda genius." "Yeah, life hacks." Jongho said, sliding the plate to him. "Syrup?" "Please." Jongho poured the syrup into the circle he made. "Enjoy." Jongho said. Yeosang was already shoving the pancakes in his mouth. Syrup was in the corners of his mouth and Jongho thought that was adorable. "I assume it's good?" He asked, sitting next to Yeosang and starting to eat his pancake. "Le duh, this is fine dining." He said.

~Time Skip~

"I'm going out.." Yeosang said. "Okay?" Jongho replied. "And I was wondering if you wanted to come," Jongho gasped. "Is Kang Yeosang asking me out?" "No, I was just wondering because you seem to have nothing better to do." "You've asked me at the worst possible time, I have to work the night shift at the bar." "Too bad." Yeosang said, walking to his room. "Indeed.." Jongho mumbled. Jongho had gotten ready for work, he wore the regular black dress shirt with black jeans and put in a diamond earring in each ear and his nose ring. He heard the doorbell ring and was walking to the front door. "Wait, wait I got it-" Yeosang said, but he was too late. Jongho opened the door and was met with a red head in a black and white crop top with booty shorts and thigh high boots. "Who are you?" "Do Hanse, I'm picking up Yeosang." Yeosang had pushed Jongho out of the way. "I'm ready, lets go." Jongho's eyes widened when he saw what Yeosang was in. He was wearing leather pants, a see through tank top and was wearing black boots. "Uh, bye Jongho." "Wait! Where the hell are you going?" "To my parents!" Hanse said. "What?!" "He's kidding, we're going to a club!" And with that, Hanse sped away in his Porsche.

Jongho was motionlessly pouring drinks and serving them to the customers. "Dude, are you okay?" His coworker Seungwoo asked. Jongho shook his head as he made another cocktail. "Wanna talk?" He asked. "Sure." "Well talk." "It's hard to explain, but I like my roommate and my roommate likes me." Seungwoo snickered. "Doesn't sound that complicated." "Oh but it is." "We have seven hours to talk." Jongho rolled his eyes and drank a shot of vodka. "He never wanted me in the apartment in the first place, but we ended up fucking, then I hit him when I was drunk, then he left for three days. And yesterday he caught me and my now ex girlfriend having a glass of wine, and earlier he asked me out, it's a fucking mess." Jongho had finish three shots. "You should write a book." Seungwoo suggested. "No. Talking about it has just made me realize how fucked up my life is." "No, it's not that bad, I'm sure you can get laid again by him." "I wish, last time it was because he was drunk."