I looked out my window this morning and I screamed 😭 #canadianstruggles

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After Yunho left Yeosang's house he immediately pulls out his phone as he enters his car, then he goes to call Wooyoung. The blonde doesn't pick up so he instead opens up a text.

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wooyoung

Hey 😅
Are you busy right now?

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He turns off his phone, tosses it on the passenger's seat and drives off. It wasn't until he drove into his street that his phone buzzes indicating a new text. He parks in front of his house and eagerly opens up the device knowing exactly who it was.

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wooyoung

Not anymore
Just had a shoot
About to head home
Why?

I was wondering...
If I could come over
I wanna tell you
something

...ok
It's that important huh?

Kinda

Lol it's almost 11pm

Yeah
I know
But it can't wait
If I wait any longer I'm
positive I'll talk myself
out of it

Alright then
See you in a bit 😋☺️

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Yunho felt himself smile a little looking at Wooyoung's goofy smile. He shakes his head then turns off his phone and begins driving back out again. Here I go...

Seonghwa looks out the window as cars rolled past them. Yuto, who sat next to him, was busy scrolling through his phone at articles about them both tonight. People don't waste time. Everyone wants to be the first to post about the hottest and newest celebrity couple.

The limo was silent, except for soft classical music playing lightly in the background. Seonghwa found the entire evening torturous and he would rather have been anywhere but there. Half the time he wasn't even paying attention to what was being said. It was already past 10 and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Yuto frowned a bit at comments all over social media that mentioned how sad or upset Seonghwa looked tonight. He too of course noticed this about his boyfriend but the dark haired male refused to tell him anything. It made him angry. The fact that Seonghwa was keeping something from him made him upset.

He glances over at said male who was busy looking out the window with a bored expression on. "Do you trust me, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa looks over at him in question. "Of course I do"

"Then why are you keeping things from me?"

Seonghwa at first tenses at the question. Did he find out about Yeosang and I?

"Why won't you tell me what's got you so sad?" He adds and Seonghwa calms down a bit. I'm safe... for now.

"I told you, I'm fine" He replies nonchalantly and returns his gaze back outside.

"Bullshit. Even complete strangers on the internet can tell that your upset about something. What is it?"

That's when Seonghwa snaps. "Oh my fucking god! Can you just give it a rest already? I said I'm fine. Stop being such a pest" He yells out and Yuto blinks at him in disbelief.

The car is engulfed in absolute silence for a few extra long seconds.

"You never talk to me, we never go out like an actual couple, you keep things from me. I-I don't even know who you are anymore" He chokes out and Seonghwa avoids his eyes. He knew he was being selfish but he was just so angry. He was angry at himself and he didn't know why and this fact made him even more angry.

"Maybe it's best if we take a break" The Japanese male says solemnly when he saw that Seonghwa clearly wasn't going to say anything.

Seonghwa eyes widen and he looks at Yuto who was now the one avoiding his gaze. "W-what are you saying?" Seonghwa croaks out.

"You clearly need sometime to figure things out for yourself and having me around is obviously not making things any easier. Maybe this is something we both need. A bit of time away from each other" He finally brings himself to look back at Seonghwa's glossy eyes. He was holding back tears.

Seonghwa bites the inside of his cheek and dug his finger nails into his palm. Don't cry. Don't cry damn it. He says, repeatedly, in his head.

"Ok... I'm sorry" He says in a whisper because he didn't trust his voice not to crack.

"Don't be" Yuto takes his hand and squeezes it gently. He gives Seonghwa a sad smile. This smile causes his heart to hurt even more. He felt guilty and horrible. Maybe it is for the best. He didn't deserve Yuto at all.

The rest of the ride drew on for an eternity. The atmosphere was extremely awkward, both males looking out the window on either side of the car. Both their minds were almost in grief mode but they both knew they had to stay strong for each other.

It wasn't until later that night when Seonghwa was finally in bed that he let it out. He let it all out. All the anger and frustration and sadness he'd been feeling he released it all at once. Intenses cries racked through his body and his head hurt but the tears just didn't slow down.

Although Yuto mentioned that they were 'taking a break' but they both knew that it was break up.

He hugged one of his pillows and cried into it like baby. He felt so alone and pathetic. He always ended up hurting the people closest to him. First Yeosang and now Yuto.

He cried hard until he had no more tears or energy left in him. His eyes stayed half lidded as his mind drifted back to certain pink haired male. Oh how he missed him so much. His beautiful smile and goofy personality. The corners of his lips lift up even so slightly into a smile when funny memories they shared flashes through his mind like a slideshow.

The happy slideshow is then ruined when he remembers how they split ways and his frown returns. He probably hates me... I don't blame him.

But I have to fix this somehow.

I have to.

He slowly slips into sleep, his dry and chapped lips parted open and soft snores escaped them.

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Yunho rings Wooyoung's doorbell nervously while rubbing his arms to keep himself warm. It's seriously getting colder and colder by the day. Apparently they'll be seeing the first signs of snow next week.

The door opens up and he's greeted by the same woman from the last time he was here which he remembered being Wooyoung's mom. Instead of the tight bun on top of her head, her long dark hair was left down behind her back.

She was clad in her pajamas which consisted of a black silk night gown with a matching robe and white slippers on her feet.

"Hello" He greets and bows respectfully. "Sorry to bother you at this time but I just wanted to speak with Wooyoung" He says as reverentially as possible.

She smiles a little before letting him in. "Go ahead, he's in his room" She responds and he bows again in gratitude before scrambling away.

Despite only being to Wooyoung's room once he was able to somehow navigate his way around the twisted hallways and finally found himself in front of the familiar door.

He knocks gently then he hears Wooyoung's angelic voice from the other side. "Come in" He opens the door and peeks his head in, a shy smile on his lips.

Wooyoung, who was laying in his bed comfortably while scrolling through his phone, looks up at the door and immediately sits up when he sees who it was.

He smiles softly at the taller male. "Yunho, hey"

Yunho steps in and closes the door behind him. He returns the soft smile. "Hey"

Wooyoung gets out of bed and steps closer to him and the closer he stepped towards him the faster Yunho felt his heart beat. It was so rapid he thought it would burst out of his chest.

"So... what did you want to talk about?" Wooyoung now stood directly in front of him, he cocks his head to the side in confusion. Yunho glances down to what he was wearing, a simple oversized black tshirt with grey shorts.

"I'm in" He says curtly and Wooyoung squints his eyes at him.

"What?"

"I said I'm in. I agree to be in your little soul circle or whatever. I'm just tired ok? I'm tired of mentally torturing myself. I'm tired of pretending like everything is ok when it's very clearly not. I'm tired of pretending like I don't like making out with you when I fucking love it---" He begins ranting and Wooyoung just stares at him watching his expession. He was visibly and audibly sincere.

"I'm tired of jacking off to that night that all three of had shared and telling myself that I didn't enjoy when I one thousand percent did. I'm tired of lying to myself Wooyoung. I just--"

Wooyoung smashes his lips unto Yunho's cutting his sentence short. Yunho, who was at first caught off guard, quickly returns the kiss. His hand cups both sides of Wooyoung's face and the kiss deepens. He didn't hold back anymore. He let his emotions speak for him.

Tongue quickly gets involved as both males felt a rush of adrenaline pump through their blood. Yunho slowly begins pushing Wooyoung backwards with their lips still connected until the back of his knees hit his bed frame and he fell.

Yunho follows him and they reconnect. He felt Wooyoung grind up into him and he too matches the harmonious movements of his hips.

They break away for air while still grinding into each other. Their breathing came out ragged and hot. Their gazes firmly on each other. Yunho slides his hand under Wooyoung's shirt and finds his nipple. He teases and flicks the bud causing Wooyoung to writhe underneath him.

Yunho finally decides that he'd rather see his beautiful tan skin so he pulls the shirt over Wooyoung's head and flicks it to somewhere across the room. He dips his head and swirls his tongue one around of his nipples.

Wooyoung moans softly and felt himself get more and more impatient. His member felt so incredibly tight and trapped in his own underwear and he wanted so desperately for Yunho to free it.

Yunho begins trailing kisses up his collarbone then his neck and finally his jawline. He nips at the soft skin gently before rejoining lips.

Wooyoung's hand slides down to Yunho's crouch and begins groping and fondling him through his track pants, the other hand in Yunho's hair, pulling ever so slightly. Yunho's breathe hitches at the pressure Wooyoung was applying to his clothed dick.

"Oh god, I feel like I'm gonna explode.." He breaks away from the kiss and mutters against Wooyoung's lips. He was engulfed by so much pleasure and adrenaline and they were still 95% clothed.

"Then do it in my ass" Wooyoung responds darkly, retracting his hand and returning to their grinding against each other.

His dark eyes looked glazed over with lust and that turned Yunho on even more, if that was even possible. He then sits up abruptly and pulls his shirt over his head.

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Oof cliff hanger 🤷‍♀️

I still can't believe our baby's gonna be 19 soon. A whole man 😢😭😂

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