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"Yeosang– Yeosang! Listen to me! Why aren't you letting me finish–"
"W-What?! I need some time, Jongho! Y-You believe the fact that some stupid bullies are saying that I'm only using you...? Please, just leave me alone for a while.. Please, Jongho?", Yeosang sucked in his tears and gently closed the door on Jongho, running off before Jongho could catch him.
Jongho ran his fingers through his red hair and sighed angrily. He only asked one question and it led to a misunderstanding... He decided to leave Yeosang be for the night (to give him the space he wanted) and call him back in the morning. Though.. he couldn't help but worry about him for hours, and hours. Yeosang was his boyfriend. 'What the hell am I doing? I'm such a horrible boyfriend', Jongho thought, crying. Teardrops fell to his hands as he sat up on the couch, thinking about the blonde boy.
"Ma'am, one more bottle please~~~", Yeosang slurred, slamming his second bottle of soju onto the wooden table. The lady gave a concerned look and settled one more bottle onto the table. "If you don't feel well enough to go home, I can call an Uber for you, boy"
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"That's alright, ma'am~~~ It's a good day to hit myself with a car anyway.." Yeosang laughed half heartedly. The lady, once again, shot him a questionable look but she walked away right after. Yeosang opens the cap of the bottle and gulps down the whole bottle of soju. After a few minutes, he slammed it down the table and his head drops down onto the table, groaning. "Fuck.." he cursed in his small voice. He leaves some cash on the table and proceeded to walk out of the food tent with his messenger bag slung around his body.
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What the fuck was the buzzing all about? He ignored it, looked around and took the bus that had already arrived. Fortunately, he had a seat and he could rest there for a while. He rode the bus, until he realised that he was already at his stop. He alighted the bus with his clumsy feet, stumbling and walking in a weird manner. He didn't walk like how he always did, in a straight line and neat manner. Clearly, the alcohol makes him a totally different person. Just with one bottle, he felt like passing out. But today, he felt like having three was necessary. It's not often that he drinks alcohol.
Buzz Buzz
He enters the building of the apartment and takes the elevator up, not caring about the way others look at him with those judgmental stares of theirs. He arrives at the eighth floor. The elevator door opens up for him and he walks out, walking towards the apartment door. He looks at it for a while with his drowsy eyes, unable to see clearly due to the effects of the alcohol that he wasn't used to consuming. 'I don't remember having a digital lock...Oh well', Yeosang's drunk self, thought. He enters random numbers, unsure whether he had a digital lock or not. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have gotten drunk. He couldn't even remember whether he had a passcode to the digital lock. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Buzz Buzz
That's when someone opened the door and he stumbles, backing away. "Excuse m– Yeosang..?" Jongho looked at him, eyeing him up and down with his phone to his ear. Jongho pulled the phone away from his own ear and gazed at the other. Realisation hit the blonde. He had taken the route to Jongho's house instead and he didn't notice it. The minute he saw his boyfriend, tears threatened to prick at his eyes, streaming down his red cheeks. 'Fuck you, Jongho. The things you do to me', Yeosang thought. He fell into Jongho's arms, his vision starting to become much more blurry. Not because of the alcohol. He started sobbing in his chest, covering his black shirt in his salty tears and snot.
"Jongho..", Yeosang sadly slurred out, sniffling and his weak arms coming up to cling onto Jongho's neck.
"Baby, please don't cry...", Jongho whispered. He slowly carried him up, holding his thighs as Yeosang still holds tightly onto his neck. The red haired shut the door with his bare feet and brought Yeosang over to his bed. Jongho sat him down, untying his shoelaces and removing his socks. He puts those on the entrance of the door and goes back to Yeosang. He sat next to him, letting him cry again in his shirt, that was now dirty. "Yeosang… I-I tried calling you... Have you been drinking..?", Jongho let his hand touch Yeosang's face, his lips kissing his temple, his forehead, his cheek, his eye. So that was what the buzzing was about?
"I-I couldn't stop thinking about you. I think I love you too much. So much, I want to cry. I keep thinking I have to go home and I came here on accident because I am always so used to coming home to you.. You’re.. You’re home.. I'mmmm...sorryyy.." Yeosang sobbed harder, cheeks red and his blonde hair looking unkempt. He looked like he was at his worst. And Jongho stayed for him. Jongho kissed his cheek, even if it was salty with his tears. Jongho hugged him, even if he knew that his shirt would be dirty from all the stained tears. Jongho comforted him with affection, even if Yeosang didn't ask for it.
"I'm sorry about the argument, Yeosang. Please forgive me. I just wanted to know what the hell the students I overheard were talking about. I asked you whether people were saying mean things to you in the university. I didn't mention whether they were bullies but you said it. Then you just snapped before I could finish my sentence. Why didn't you tell me, Yeosang?", Jongho sighed, his eyes beginning to water at the thought of his boyfriend bottling up his feelings.
"I-I justttt..didn't want to burden youu.. I'm sorry, Jongho...I just don't want to make you..saddd..", Yeosang choked out.
"You're not a burden to me.. I love you and I trust you a lot, Yeosang. I want to protect you and I know you will do the same for me. No more secrets, okay?", Jongho whispered, voice beginning to crack as well. Something inside of Yeosang clicked at that like a trigger and he sobbed harder, nodding in Jongho's chest.
Yeosang woke up and looked up. Jongho was cuddling with him in bed. They were both sleeping together? Yeosang had bits of memory from last night and he let out a shudder when Jongho ran his hand down Yeosang's back, pulling him closer. The blonde blushed. Just then, he heard a light hum. Jongho was awake and he was smiling down at the older. "Good morning", Jongho chuckled, nosing at Yeosang's blonde hair while the other hand plays with the mullet.
"Jongho.. I'm sorry...", Yeosang said again. He couldn't remember what he said last night so he said it again just to be sure.
"…I told you not to be sorry. It was just a misunderstanding. If there are people being mean to you, you should tell me. Don't keep it in, okay? I don't want you to suffer inside because of these people", Jongho sterned. Yeosang nodded. Then, he feels Jongho's lips touching his face. He kissed him on his cheek, forehead, nose, chin and eyes. He loves him so much. Finally, he kisses him on the lips, sweetly and gently. Jongho pulled away, brushing Yeosang’s blonde hair. His fingers go back to hold Yeosang’s face, touching his cheeks that had been stained from the dried up tears last night.
“You’re the best, you know that?” Jongho whispered, hugging him once again. He knew just the way to make Yeosang go soft. The blonde snuggled in closer. Just then, both of them get a notification from their phone. It was from their group chat with their friends. Jongho took his own phone from the nightstand to take a look while Yeosang slowly closed his eyes.
8 people on crack 25/8
mingi
hey guys
wanna play games at mine?
yunho
i’m in
wooyoung
yes pls
san
i’m bringing snacks
hwa
me too!!
hongjoong
ok then
jongho? yeosang?
Jongho looked at Yeosang in his arms, who was already asleep in his warm embrace. The red haired smiled broadly, proceeding to give a reply to his friends.
jongho
we’ll stay in for today
we can go out for lunch tomorrow?
mingi
suree
Jongho turned his phone off and continued to hug the other, slowly falling into deep sleep as well.
-fin-