biker boy || jongsang ✔️

hip birthday ya

Jongho had a rude awakening when he heard his alarm clock. He nearly screamed and pulled a pillow over his head. "Get the fuck up, you're 21. Yeosang said "Can I just sleep in on my birthday, please?!" Yeosang tapped his chin in a teasing manner. "Hmmmm, no. I reserved us a table at that restaurant near Wooyoung's place, so we have to go." Jongho huffed. "Can we sleep when we get back?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow. "We?" "I meant me." Jongho mumbled turning to the side and walking to his closet to avoid Yeosang seeing his blush. "I'm very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio." Yeosang said, putting his hands on his hips. Jongho sighed and laughed. "I know it's a little early to ask about this but....could you strip for me?" Jongho asked, pulling his pj shirt of his head and putting on a black v neck shirt. "Ha! You're really fucking funny babe, I'll do that when we both get to hell, how bout it?" Jongho rolled his eyes. "Sounds like a plan. Also...you should call me babe, more often. I like it."

They had gotten to the restaurant and Jongho was a bit taken aback by how nice it was. "You know, San is throwing you a big fat party at his house tonight. I just thought you should now stating that you are the birthday boy." Yeosang said, shoving more cinnamon toast sticks into his mouth. "Jesus Christ, have you ever been to one of San's parties? He was like, the biggest frat boy when I visited him in college. He had people swinging from the roofs and making it rain alcohol. I had visited him for Christmas once, he pushed me off the balcony and I fractured my femur. Fun times." Yeosang nodded. "Sounds like San. He also asked me if you wanted your dad to-" "No." "Jongho he is-" "NO. I'm not gonna have him ruin my 21st birthday.." "He has every right to see his own son on his birthday." "Why are you defending him!?" Jongho asked. "At least your father wants to spend quality time with you! He's sorry for screwing you up so early in life anyway. All I'm saying is that giving him a goddamn 'hello', wouldn't be the death of you!" "Hey, you don't know shit Yeosang! You cant say a fucking thing about the image of my father!" Yeosang was silent. He pushed himself out of his seat and grabbed a glass of water, dunking it on Jongho. "I'll see you, at home." With that, Yeosang stormed out of the restaurant without another word.

"Are you guys coming over tonight?" San asked from the other line. "Yeah, hopefully. We got into a fight during our breakfast, and I kinda...stormed out on him." Yeosang could sense that San was rolling his eyes. "Just give him a break Sangie, it's his birthday. What was the whole ordeal about this time?" "Um...well I told his dad wanted to come to the party-" "Tch. Yeosang that's a big red flag. Honestly. Saying his fathers name is almost like saying Voldemort, you know? Don't bring any sort of topic with his father up, it is his birthday." "You've been watching too much Harry Potter." "I give Yunho that credit. He reads the books aloud almost every night. But again, no more father topics, okay?" "I got it...I got it. I'm making his cake because we don't do store bought for shit. So I better get back to it." "Okay. You have fun with that. Au revoir."