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wooyoung, in a desperate attempt to escape his overbearing parents, moves into a new apartment complex and meets his rather strange flatmates.
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you chose: a) tell wooyoung jongho's around
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It was like Jongho's name was all Wooyoung needed to snap out of whatever high he'd been on. Like a veil had been lifted off, he suddenly became more aware of where he was. He took in the poorly lit bathroom, the cacophony of shimmering bubbles swallowing his limbs, the edge of the bathtub digging into his back.
And Seonghwa's eyes were on his face, gauging every miniscule movement he made. It was then Wooyoung suddenly realized just how uneasy and disturbed the older man made him feel.
"I should tell him to go, right?" Seonghwa's question sounded like a definitive statement more than anything else. Like he would tell Jongho to go whether Wooyoung had a say in it or not, and that irked him even further. "You're having a bath. It's rude to be interrupted just like that."
"No!" Wooyoung answered, louder than necessary. At Seonghwa's raised eyebrows, he promptly added, "I mean -- I'm going to see him. I'll get myself cleaned and stuff."
"You don't need to see him," the older argued, and if this were any other situation, Wooyoung would've rolled his eyes at the nagging lilt to his voice. "I can just deliver whatever message you have."
"No."
Seonghwa knelt before him, making Wooyoung blink in surprise. The man leaned in until their faces were centimeters apart, so close Wooyoung could see the curve of his lashes in fine detail.
His heart stuttered at Seonghwa's proximity. "Wh...What are you doing?"
The older reached out, pads of his fingers tender against Wooyoung's cheek and jaw. The younger forced himself not to give in to Seonghwa's warm touch, but it wasn't like he could pull himself away either.
Seonghwa's brown eyes were blacker than usual, reflecting a bottomless sky void of stars. But he was smiling, lips curled in that sort of way that looked cunning, yet welcoming and sincere at the same time. It drove Wooyoung mad.
"I'll talk to Jongho myself. And you," Shudders ran down Wooyoung's spine as Seonghwa's slender fingers played with his damp locks, "should just focus on getting your pretty self all cleaned up, okay?"
"I..." Wooyoung swallowed, felt his face burn. An embarrassing little groan escaped his lips just as Seonghwa's fingers travelled to the lower half of his hair, stroking it.
The sound seemed to motivate Seonghwa, because the next thing Wooyoung knew, the older's lips were right beside his ear, rubbing lightly against the flushed cartilage. "Did you like that, dear?"
Images of Seonghwa's velvety lips on his, teeth nipping at his skin clung to Wooyoung's mind that very second, reminding him all too well about the grave mistake he'd made. He just fucking did what he'd sworn to himself never to do again, and the all-too-familiar shame and self-hatred had wormed their way into his system, eating him alive.
