Jongho still hadn’t gotten around the neighbourhood that much since he had moved in and so he looked all around in awe to see all the stores and places he could go to when he would learn to not get lost. Why hadn’t he dragged Yeosang to show him around before?

"Someone is coming to visit me next week," Jongho spoke up as he looked around the place through the vehicle window. "And I was wondering if you'd like to join us and show us around because I still don't know this area very well."

"I have nothing better to do anyway. Just make sure it's not early in the morning because I won't be awake."

Jongho laughed and shook his head. 

"Don't worry. Even if it is early in the morning, I'll come and wake you up."

Yeosang groaned and was about to retort but the salon was spotted in the distance and so he focused on pulling into the parking lot instead of arguing.

Yeosang dragged Jongho by the arm inside the cute building and the hairstylists inside rushed to grab them.

"Hello. How can we help you?"

"Oh it's just him," Jongho explained, pulling his arm away from one of the girl's grips.

He didn't like how they were grabbing onto him and Yeosang and so he slowly pulled the male away from the other girl's grip. The girls seemed to notice his reaction and slowly stepped back with sheepish smiles, not wanting the male to go off on their asses.

Yeosang wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him and instead examined a colour pallette with the colours he could choose from. All he felt was his arm being pulled by Jongho and his other arm being released but he wasn't sure why. His insides got fluttery and he leaned a bit onto Jongho, knowing the male was strong enough to hold his entire weight.

"I’ll just go with my original plan and do white," Yeosang decided, looking up from the colours and placing the pallette down.

The stylists nodded and led him to a seat to get started.

"You're not allowed to look until I'm done," Yeosang instructed, pointing at Jongho who looked at him exasperatedly before taking a seat and pulling out his phone to play a game while he waited.

Satisfied that Jongho wasn't going to see, Yeosang sat and allowed the stylists to deal with his hair. He didn't mind the process considering he could stare at Jongho through the mirror. He was happy he could now look at the younger’s face without fainting even though he couldn't do it for long but hey, at least he had come a long way from before.

Jongho was so immersed in his game, he didn't feel the stares and Yeosang didn't mind. At least he wouldn't be caught doing something that would probably be embarrassing.

The process wasn't too long and before either of them even knew it, Yeosang's hair was being washed and dried. The male hadn't seen his own hair yet even though he was in front of a mirror, too focused on the younger, and in a way, he was glad so that he could be surprised at the same time as Jongho was.

"Okay, we're done," The stylist announced, stepping away from Yeosang but still blocking Jongho's view. "I'll show it to you in three, two, one."

Yeosang got up to look at himself in a mirror and Jongho also looked up, mesmerized by the beautiful male. It seemed as if Yeosang grew ten times as beautiful compared to before and the younger was certain he would have passed out if he had the Syndrome.

His moment of awe was short-lived when he realized Yeosang grow still and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing. He rushed forward and grabbed the males waist, steadying him before he fell.

Hurt came over Jongho, thinking that Yeosang found one of the stylists beautiful enough to pass out and that he was no longer up to the males standards. He thought that it was a bit sad that Yeosang could replace him so easily but he would have to accept it. He didn’t know how long it would take to be okay but he’d try.

"Are you okay?" Jongho asked, allowing the male to rest his head on his sturdy shoulder.

"Yeah, it’s just that I'm so pretty I think I nearly passed out."

Realization of the real reason of why Yeosang nearly passed out came over Jongho and he laughed.

"That was such a narcissistic moment!" Jongho chuckled, pulling the male to his chest tightly and hugging him. "But I agree, you look beautiful."

Yeosang's face turned red upon hearing the words and Jongho wanted to cover his face but what was said, was said.

"Well, it's not my fault!"

"Try looking again," Jongho calmly instructed, lifting the males head from his shoulders so that he could look at himself.

Yeosang looked himself in the eye and then scanned the rest of his face. Mayhaps he was overreacting a bit. He found himself pretty but he assumed it was at first glance type of reaction because now, he didn't want to pass out. He felt slightly dizzy but it was hardly a buzz and so he was satisfied with himself.

"It was a temporary reaction," Yeosang sheepishly admitted. "We can go now."

Yeosang thanked and paid the stylists before heading out of the salon with Jongho beside him, happy with his new hair.

"They're such a cute couple," a stylist commented as they walked out. "I hope they have a good life."

And a good life they did have at the time being.

._._.

On the Tuesday of the third week of the final month, Yeosang felt himself being shaken awake and he immediately knew who it was without opening his eyes.

"Jongho! Let me sleep!"

Jongho still woke up the male every day even though Yeosang had finally learned how to look him in the eye for nearly two entire minutes.

Mrs Kang adored Jongho and just loved it when he would come over and spend time with her son even though it was nearly every day that they spent every minute together. 

They had done plenty of activities together besides just sitting all day such as Yeosang teaching him how to bake the perfect pie and drawing. Jongho had even tried teaching Yeosang how to make things and that's when the older had learned why he had seen the younger outside all the time. They made plenty of things together and had taken many walks around the area and to the park.

They had gotten close enough that Yeosang felt comfortable enough whining and collapsing against the younger when necessary.

"No. Remember I told you someone was going to visit? That's today."

"Can’t you wait? I don't want to move," Yeosang whined, reaching out from under his blanket and grabbing Jongho's arm.

Before the male could even think of moving away, he felt himself being pulled and he collapsed on the bed beside Yeosang.

"You're way too strong for someone who likes sleeping all day," Jongho commented. "But that doesn't matter right now. San is waiting."

"Can’t he wait like half an hour until I finally decide to get up?"

"I don't know. Ask him yourself."

"How the fuck will I do that?" Yeosang asked, snuggling against Jongho from under his blanket. He liked feeling the closeness even though the male was on the other side of the blanket.

"I don't know. Mayhaps he's in this room waiting?"

Yeosang froze and he grew embarrassed. A complete stranger was in his room watching him give a tantrum first thing in the morning, how perfect. He smacked Jongho from under his blanket and slowly removed the comfort from over his head.

There stood a male who just stared at him with an amused expression.

"Morning? I’m San," he greeted, unsure of how he was supposed to act. "I know we just met but your voice doesn't match your face."

Yeosang stared at him in a way that made it seem judgemental but he was simply trying to figure out if he liked him or not. 

He concluded that he didn't like him.

"Yeah, I've been told that several times. Anyway, I think I’m supposed to get ready."

Yeosang scrambled out of his bed, climbing over the younger and purposely squishing him in the process. He was so glad he slept with his clothes on because if he didn’t, he'd be getting stares from not one but two people. He wouldn't have minded if it was only Jongho but this new person felt like a problem.

He gathered his clothes and dashed off to the bathroom, leaving the two males in his room and he trusted that Jongho would make sure that San would behave. If not, he’d have a serious problem.

He didn't know what relationship the two had but he hoped it wasn't something too deep or else he might have a big problem. He didn't take long and before he knew it, he was behind the wheel of a vehicle that didn't belong to him. Mrs Kang and Mrs Choi waved them off from the front porches. He assumed the vehicle was for San and he thanked the gods that Jongho was in the passenger seat instead of the other male.

"We have to get you breakfast," Jongho spoke up, glancing at Yeosang and soaking up how attractive he looked while he drove. "I don't want you whining all morning until lunch even though it's basically lunch but I guess we might as well just get lunch."

Yeosang felt touched that Jongho thought of feeding him although it was no secret that he would complain until he was fed. It was the fact that Jongho even considered getting him food that made him feel giddy. Mayhaps the day wouldn't be too bad, right?

Right?

RIGHT?

Wrong.

Yeosang thought the day was shit.

After they had found a nice restaurant to eat in, they wandered around the area going to random shops. That itself wasn't too bad but what made it worse was San. It wasn't that he did anything bad, it was just that Yeosang didn't like that he was getting a lot of attention from Jongho and it was also because he didn't know what their relationship was.

What if they were dating? He would be hurt and would refuse to hurt himself by asking. And so he went through the day pretending to be fond of San and not associating with them too much. He made it seem as if he didn't mind them talking and laughing about things only they knew about but in reality, he wanted to bitch slap the new male for being so close to the younger. 

Yeosang wanted to be the one hogging all his time and even though he knew that he shouldn't be having such a mentality, he didn't care.

They had gone through all the stores, buying useless things and taking pictures, laughing at things they saw. It was mainly Yeosang laughing and whatever Jongho said and just occasionally laughing at something San said so that he wouldn't seem rude.

And so when they had gone through the entire neighbourhood and had the vehicle filled with things they probably shouldn't have bought, they headed to an ice cream store where they could sit and talk.

Yeosang sat beside San on one bench and he wished he could move to sit beside the younger but it would be so blatantly rude he didn't want to have an even worse first impression than what he had already managed to create.

Yeosang quietly ate his cup of ice cream, simply listening to the two talk. He would occasionally stare at the younger as he ate so that he could get dizzy and have something to distract himself with and focus on getting better with. He didn't think it was weird, I mean, he did spend a lot of time staring into the younger's eyes during the process of trying to get better so this shouldn't have been any different.

"How long are you staying?" Jongho asked, suddenly catching Yeosang's attention.

"I'm leaving tomorrow so I'll be staying with you for the night. And just so you know, I'll be using your bed," San replied with a wicked grin.

Yeosang felt angry. He wanted San gone. If those two really were in a relationship, Yeosang would never be able to associate with Jongho as normally as he had been doing. If they were best friends, he could probably understand to some degree.

Nevertheless, he was angry but he tried to keep it to a minimum while aggressively eating his ice cream. The combination of anger, brain freeze, and the intense staring at the younger made his brain go into overdrive.

His eyesight went blurry but he didn’t care. In moments, his face had fallen and his head fell on the table, just barely missing his precious ice cream. 

Kang Yeosang had passed out.