Double update whaaatt? Lol it's cuz I have a final this week, two more next week and one the week after so it's gonna be a busy next 3 weeks for me but I'm still sticking to my 2 chapters a week don't worry! I won't have time to write later in the week and since the last chapter was a lot shorter than usual I decided to push them both out today. That means next update won't be till next week I think 🥲. Enjoy 🤲🏾

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Seonghwa eventually returns with a couple bottles held in his arms, the shorter male from earlier trailing behind him. Wooyoung took note of the slight disappointment in the boy's forced smile. If he had to place a bet it would be that Seonghwa most likely told him off.

He's really serious about Hongjoong huh? The Seonghwa I know wouldn't even have come back. He probably would've disappeared to who knows where with him.

He felt jealousy burn in his chest as he silently inspects the small patterns on the red plastic cup held between his tight grasp. Seonghwa sits down on his spot while looking around a look of confusion his face. "Wait where's Hongjoong?"

"Bathroom I think" Wooyoung glances at him with a fake smile, closing the editing app he had opened up on his phone. Seonghwa nods in understanding then relaxes in his seat, pulling out his own phone.

"What do you see in him anyways?" Wooyoung pushes.

"Huh?" Seonghwa arches a brow. "And you're asking because?"

"Just wondering why the Park Seonghwa, breaker of hearts, is so smitten by some guy" Wooyoung leans forward, a dark look in his eyes.

"He's.. just different. He isn't just 'some guy'" Seonghwa found himself actually thinking about why he was so infatuated with Hongjoong. There was something so innocently genuine about him that appealed to Seonghwa. His sweet smile and sophisticated way of carrying himself drove the older crazy.

Wooyoung cocks his head to the side, not quite sure what he even meant. But he could see the realness in Seonghwa's eyes. It was hard to ignore. It made him mad.

Only because he wanted that for himself. He wanted someone to think of him and have that same look on their face. The look that said they'd do anything to make him smile. To see him happy.

He bit his bottom lip hard but forces a laid back smile. "Sounds like you really like him"

Seonghwa chuckles lightly. "Yeah.. I guess I do"

Out of the corner of his eyes Wooyoung could spot Hongjoong making his way to the table but since Seonghwa had his back turned to Hongjoong he couldn't see.

Wooyoung wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in his system or the feeling of bitter anger at his situation with San but he immediately leaned in and places a wet kiss on Seonghwa's lips knowing Hongjoong could definitely see them.

He'd kissed the taller male multiple times. Even had sex but they never saw each other as anything more than friends with benefits. So while Seonghwa wasn't surprised by the sudden kiss he hesitantly pulls back, a somewhat confused look on his face.

Thats when he sees that Wooyoung had an amused smile on his lips and his gaze was fixated on something behind him.

Seonghwa immediately snaps his head around and saw that it was Hongjoong whom Wooyoung was staring at. "H-hongjoong"

"Really?" Hongjoong starts, his vision blurring again. Even after the screenshots from Wooyoung he was desperately choosing to believe it was all in his head. That maybe he was over reading it? Thats why he even came back. That's why he didn't allow that woman to call his parents. Because maybe deep down part of him still trusted the dark haired male.

That part has now quickly been extinguished.

"I'm such a fucking idiot" He had to remind himself to breathe.

Seonghwa immediately rushes to his feet, an alarmed look on his face. "Hey, hey it's not what it looks like I swear" He stretches his hands forwards to grasp Hongjoong's shaking ones.

But Hongjoong was quick to shift back. "Is that all I am to you? A quick fuck?"

Seonghwa's brows furrows in confusion. "What?"

"Why do you still string me along if I'm not freaky enough for you. If I'm too desperate for you. Huh?" He had tried to hold back his tears but it was no use. They came pouring out now.

Now Seonghwa was really confused. "Hongjoong what? W-what are you talking about?"

"Why do you still string me along if fucking me was nothing spectacular?" Hongjoong yells over the music. By now a few people now had their eyes on the pair, observing the scene silently.

"I thought you were different. I thought we really had something going on but you're the same as all of them" He hiccuped. "A selfish asshole who uses his looks to manipulate people" He wasn't even sure what he was saying at that point. His mind was foggy and he spat out any curse word his brain could think up.

Seonghwa was getting frustrated. He had no idea what the shorter male was talking about. The longer he cursed him out the more his heart hurt. "Hongjoong! What are you talking about. P-please I don't-"

"I'm talking about the fucking texts you dumbass" Hongjoong yells out. Anger slowly consuming him. He angrily rubs at wet cheeks.

"Texts? I don't know what the hell you're talking about Joong"

"Don't ever call me that. You can ask your best friend or... whatever the fuck you guys are" He flashes Wooyoung a dark gaze before shifting back to Seonghwa's round doe eyes. The ones he made the mistake of falling for.

He immediately turns and pushes his way past the crowd of people and towards the exit. Seonghwa immediately turns to Wooyoung, a different type of anger evident in his expression.

"What did you say to him?"

"I just warned him about you" Wooyoung says with a nonchalant shrug as he pours more booze for himself.

Seonghwa narrows his eyes in complete disbelief. "What?"

"No offense but you're no good for him. You'll only hurt him and you know that"

"Since when the fuck do you care about my fucking love life?!" Seonghwa felt his voice rise. He was so pissed he couldn't even see clearly. "What texts was he talking about? What did you do Wooyoung?!"

"I may have made some edits to a past conversation but that's only so he could believe me and stay away"

Seonghwa immediately smacks the drink from his hand, tipping the glass bottle and it rolls and shatters on the ground. A few people around screams at the startling sound. Wooyoung instinctively pushes himself to his feet when the alcohol spills on his thighs.

"Shit. What the hell?"

"You're a miserable horrible self absorbed narcissist. You take and take and take until there's nothing left then you move on to the next person" Seonghwa growled in his face.

"I have stuck by your side when everyone else left. I supported you when no one else would. I've been your friend despite everything you put me through. You push people away and get upset when they leave but I have been with you no matter how much you push. Now I've had enough.." Wooyoung could see the emptiness in his eyes. They've fought multiple times in the past and no matter how bad, they always came back together after some ice cream and a movie but this time... Wooyoung wasn't sure ice cream would fix what he'd done.

But did that stop him from opening his mouth? Nope. Once again, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in his system but he felt like he wasn't in control of his own body and mind. Though he couldn't even fully put the blame on the fact that he was quite tipsy. He knew deep down that all he would blurt out in the next few seconds came from deep within.

"You've stuck by my side? I never fucking asked you too" What the hell am I saying?

"What? You think I'm some sad broken little kid and you're doing me a favor by sticking around even if you don't want to?" Shut up Wooyoung!

"If you wanna leave then fucking leave! I'm not gonna beg for you like every other cunt you stick your dick in. See that's the difference between me and Hongjoong or anyone else you've fucked, I know who I am and I'm not going to change for anyone. All I did was warn him and I'm the bad guy?! Shit. You know as well as I do that you just wanna fuck him and fuck him until you get bored then move onto the next shiny new toy" Wooyoung steps up to him, a expression strong and eyes firmly on Seonghwa's.

"How about you stay the fuck out of my business. Out of my relationships. Out of my life" Seonghwa immediately counters.

"Oh shut the hell up" Wooyoung scoffs, a slight annoyance in his expression now.

The older heaves a sigh of defeat, his head cocked to the side as he stares in the slightly blurred eyes of the person  whom he thought was his friend. "I feel sorry for you. You smile and act like the most confident person in room when really you're the most ugly and insecure. You push people away because you're afraid they'll hate what they see. Then you end up feeling empty and you blame everyone else but yourself"

"You wanna be alone so fucking bad? Fine. Here's what you asked for. Enjoy it" Seonghwa spits out with a heavy heart then he pushes past him, their shoulders bumping roughly.

Wooyoung stood there, his vision now completely blurred with tears, everything appeared distorted but he fought back the tears. He bit his bottom lip and looks up, quickly noticing a few people looking at him, some holding up their phones recording the scene. He immediately pushes his way to the closest exit.

He felt the air around close in on him. He could hardly breathe. His chest rising and falling desperately until he found himself upstairs and out on one of the balconies.

It was quiet, except for the faint pounding of music downstairs. And as he leaned on the closed door Seonghwa's words slowly began to marinate in his brain. "Shit!" He curses out loud. The tears fell. And they kept falling.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" He sinks to the floor, gripping his hair tightly in his fists. "Why do I keep fucking everything up?!" More tears poured out of his eyes and he cried hard.

His head hurt and his heart even more so. He felt like throwing up but nothing wanted to come out. His hard cries racked throughout his body as he continously pulled his hair roughly.

He wasn't sure how long it'd been. A few minutes? An hour? But as he sat there on the cold balcony floor, staring into nothingness with cheeks wet from tears, dark hair a disheveled mess, tip of his nose and under eyes slightly red from all the rubbing, all he could think of was one person.

Even after ruining the friendship of the one person who had been there for him for years all he could think about was one person and one person only. Choi San.

He wanted so desperately to be in his arms. To just crawl in his side and fall asleep on his bed, wearing his clothes while listening to his soft breathing. He wanted to repeatedly run his hand through the older's oh so silky smooth dark locks as he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

He felt his stomach flutter and his lip tingle at the vivid imagination of kissing him. He wanted, no, needed to hear his voice. He needed him so badly it ached.

He immediately reached for his phone and took a one stop journey to his contacts, finding San's name and hitting call. He waited in silence as the phone rang out loud.

Finally San picks up. And like every single time he called his name, Wooyoung felt goosebumps form on his arms at San's husky "Wooyoung?"

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