All That Jazz

About Little Flowers and First Dates

Jongho and Wooyoung were at their favourite spot on campus – a small garden like place with a bench behind the gym hall -, the latter currently laughing at his best friend.

"I cant believe you ran out of the café." Wooyoung was almost screamed while laughing all while Jongho had hid his face in his hands. He had told Wooyoung with the slightest hope of understanding. He should have known that the boy would love at him. Maybe he should have talked with Seonghwa instead.

"Please shut up, I humiliated myself enough already", the younger whined but the older didn't stop. Wooyoung giggled, lying an arm around Jongho's shoulders. "I'm sorry but you really ARE an idiot. Why can't you just normally talk with Yeosang? He is just a human too, you know?" Jongho gazed at Wooyoung through his fingers, still leaning against his hands. "Wooyoung, I can't stop thinking about Yeosang since last Friday, how am I supposed to act normal when he suddenly sits in front of me??" Jongho threw his head back, groaning. Wooyoung's arm fell of his shoulders. "Oh my god, he must think I'm some kind of weirdo. I don't want him to think I'm a weirdo!!"

Well, maybe Jongho was a weirdo. He hadn't succeeded to get the blonde boy out of his head, the blonde's face hunting him in his dreams. His voice in his mind all day long. He hadn't heard someone sing like this in a long time, he had fallen in love at the first note Yeosang had sang. How was he supposed to get him out of his mind like this? And now he had made himself a fool in front of him and his friend. He didn't know how to handle this, his anxiety following since the moment he had left the café the day before.

Wooyoung sighed, leaning back as well, his head hanging off the back of the bench, looking at the clear blue sky. It wasn't exactly warm outside, since it was winter (even though it was a surprisingly warm winter) but they often sat here to not get disturb by anyone. Here they could talk about anything they wanted. Only a few people knew about this place. The older boy crossed his arms in front of his in a hoodie and coat covered chest. "You, my friend, will only be the weird one if all your interactions with him will end like this", he looked over, one of his hands lying ifself on Jongho's thigh. "You need to stop overthinking and start acting. Yeosang may look like someone who is hard to approach...and he may actually is hard to approach but you mastered a lot of harder situations than a little heart break if he actually rejects you." Jongho sat up, looking down on his best friend's face. Wooyoung was smiling at the sky. Jongho looked up.

"I doubt he would reject you, though, he isn't blind, Jongho. I think you are blind yourself for not seeing how amazing you are through all those barricades you have built around yourself, little flower."

Jongho smiled. Little flower. He couldn't remember the exact time Wooyoung had started giving him this nickname. He hadn't used it often. It only was for special occasions. Occasions on which Wooyoung wanted him to know that he loved him no matter what. Jongho appreciated him a lot. In the moments he needed Wooyoung, Wooyoung was there for him. Wooyoung would fight for him any day or night and he appreciated that a lot. He would do the same for him.

They looked at each other. Jongho's smile widened. "Thank you, really." Wooyoung grinned, throwing his none-existent long hair behind his shoulder, giggling. "I know, I'm awesome", before his grin turned into a shy smile and he scraped at his neck. Jongho pulled up one of his eyesbrows.

"I wanted to tell you something too." Jongho turned his whole body towards Wooyoung, looking at him with a confused expression. Wooyoung nervously played with a string that hung from his black coat. Jongho grew more suspicious the longer Wooyoung didn't say anything.

"You didn't destroy any of my belongings, did you?" He crunched his eyebrows together. It wouldn't have been the first time Wooyoung did that. Jongho had to get several new pairs of work out pants because Wooyoung thought it would be a good idea to use them for his liking. Same for some of his dress shirts. But the older was fast to wave his hands in denial. "Nono, it has nothing to do with you. It was to do with...Yeosang's cousin."