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wooyoung

WHAT THE ACTUAL
FUCK DID YOU DO???
😤😤😤

What do you mean?

DONT PLAY DUMB
Mystery boy?
Fucking shit
I knew I shouldn't have
agreed to that dumb
mall meet up
I warned you
I told you it was too risky
But you said it was fine
NEWS FUCKING FLASH
ITS NOT
🤬

You're being really
dramatic Yunho
Dont worry my managers
are taking
care of everything

Well that's reassuring 😒
Fucking fix this

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After sending this last text Yunho angrily turns off his phone. He peeks out the window as if expecting a swarm of girls to be waiting but there was no one.

He was glad because at the moment his identity was still a mystery to the internet and he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible.

When he woke up this morning and went online he was greeted with several photos of he and Wooyoung at the mall all over his Twitter thread. There were comments of people 'shipping' them already. The longer he looked at the comments the more weird he felt about the whole situation.

A few of the photos displayed them both laughing hard at something. One had Wooyoung helping Yunho strap on a little cute corgi plush hat, small smiles on both their lips. Another, showed Yunho offering his iced coffee to Wooyoung who was drinking eagerly.

Yunho hated to admit it but they did kind of look like a couple...

His phone rings loudly surprising him and causing him to jump in shock. Curse my jumpiness.

He hesitates when he sees who it was that was calling but he answers nonetheless. "Hey Yeosang" He cringes slightly as he says. He knew that Yeosang would call asking for an explanation sooner a later.

"Hey? That's all you have to say for yourself? So yesterday when you said you were going out with a friend I thought you were talking about San. I didn't know you meant THE Jung Wooyoung? Unbelievable. I can't believe you didn't tell me you were friends with him"

Yunho sighs to himself. "Yeah I know and I swear I was but I was just being stupid. You have every right to be mad at me" He says while pouting innocently. He knew Yeosang was a big softie when it came to their friendship. He could never stay mad at Yunho no matter how hard he wanted to.

Though Yeosang couldn't see the puppy dog face that Yunho had on he could still hear the pout in his voice and as usual, he caved. "I'm not mad at you Yunho. It's fine, I get it. You were just trying to protect him"

Yunho hums in agreement. Hook line and sinker...

"So what are you gonna do now. Your face is pretty much plastered all over social media" He asks again and that's when it really dawned on him the severity of the situation. He wouldn't be able to go out without someone recognizing him.

"Shit, Yeosang what am I gonna do?" He felt himself start to slowly panic.

"Calm down, you could just wear a face mask at least until all of this blows over and people forget you even exist" The pink haired male says reassuringly but Yunho still wasn't quite reassured. Wooyoung mentioned that his managers would deal with it but what if it doesn't work out that well? What if it never blows over?

If there's one thing Yunho hated more than anything it would be unnecessary attention. He has no idea how Wooyoung deals with it all, the screaming, the picture taking, the lack of privacy. It all seemed so suffocating.

"Do you want to come over, maybe keep me company?" Yunho asks after a few short moments of silence.

"I'm on my way to work, I should be speeding right now because I'm running late but I couldn't wait all day for an explanation"

"Ugh, ok. It's fine, I can just call my other best friend San" Yunho comments mockingly and Yeosang nearly got a headache from how hard he rolled his eyes.

"Bye Yunho" The lines goes dead and Yunho sighs loudly. Well it was worth the try...

After Yeosang turned off his phone, he tossed the device on the passenger's seat next to him. He began to pick up speed in order to maybe try and beat the traffic.

He was driving on a highway and on the side of the busy road he notices a dark haired male standing next to his car. He looked like he was trying to call someone. And from what Yeosang could see, he looked distressed.

Now he usually wasn't one to butt into other people's business nor was he and has he ever been 'a good samaritan' but he somehow felt the need to pull up behind them. So he did.

As he stepped out the car the male looks at him in question and a bit warily. "Calm down, I'm not gonna rob you or anything" Yeosang comments jokingly as he steps closer to them, raising his hands in mock surrender.

The ravenette's expression shifts from caution to that of amusement as the phone he held in his hand by his ear drops to his side. "Hm, I didn't mosquitoes could rob people. The more you know I guess" He responds smugly.

Yeosang was appalled by the response. He didn't expect anything that blunt. Now he felt more intrigued by the stranger. He chuckles to himself and looks down at the flat tire of the ravenette's red Mercedes.

"Nice car"

"Do you need something?"

"No but you clearly do" He points to the flat tire. "Let me help you. I think I've got a spare tire in my car"

The dark haired male just laughs shortly as if the idea of getting help from a complete stranger was the funniest thing he had ever heard. The wind from passing cars driving close to a 100 kilometers per hour blew their hair in different directions.

Yeosang couldn't lie to himself, he thought the stranger was seriously handsome. His features were sharp and almost model like. He found himself just stare as the male opens up his phone to try and resume his attempt to call someone.

"Are you really that stubborn? We're on a highway. There's no good phone service for at least another few kilometers, so either you let me help you or you can walk the rest of the way"

The male looks at Yeosang in deep thought for a few seconds before caving and releasing a sigh of defeat. "Fine. But I don't owe you anything"

"Deal" Yeosang says triumphantly, a grin making it's way on his lips. The pink haired male rushes to the trunk of his car and he drags out the spare tire he always had in case of any emergencies. Tires are pretty expensive to come by but if it meant sacrificing his for a cute boy, he didn't mind at all.

As he gets to work the ravenette just silently observes, curiosity takes over and he couldn't help but ask. "What's your name?"

Yeosang looks at him, a look of surprise on his face, before his gaze shifts back to the elevated flat wheel he was attempting to take off the crimson red car.

"Yeosang. You?"

"Seonghwa" He replies curtly and Yeosang nods in acknowledgement.

"Cute name" He says with a small smirk, his attention still on what he was doing.

Seonghwa found the comment seriously humorous. "You're quite something Yeosang" He says quietly as he shakes his head and laughs shortly.

Yeosang who couldn't hear him over the loud wind continued oblivious to how intensely Seonghwa was staring at him. "You're really quite something" He whispers under his breath.

As Yeosang changed the tire they both pass the time by making small talk, Yeosang having to be the one initiating topics to talk about. Seonghwa was a year older so after he found this out he repeatedly referred to the younger as a school boy, in a teasing way of course.

"All done" Yeosang calls out with a loud sigh as he stands up. "It isn't perfect but it's good enough to get you off the highway and somewhere safe"

Seonghwa smiles in gratitude as he looks at the newly replaced tire which looked a bit out of place on the good-looking car "Thanks" He says in a genuine tone and Yeosang smiles back softly.

"It's fine" He looks down at his hands which were stained with dirt and black oil.

"Here, I've got some wet wipes in the back" Seonghwa reaches in his back seat and Yeosang stood back and waited patiently. He notices Seonghwa's shirt ride up slowly as he tried prying the pack of wipes from underneath a pile clothes, exposing a strip of his pale looking skin just above the band of the skinny jeans he wore.

Yeosang's gaze shifts to the taller's ass. It has such a perfect shape. Nice and perky but not too much to the point of awkwardness. I bet that it has a nice and soft feel. His ass looks so freaking goo--

"Got it!" Seonghwa exclaims and stands back up, clueless as to how the pink haired male was fantasizing about his behind. "For a minute there I thought I might've left it home"

Yeosang smiles at him softly before gently taking a wipe and cleaning the dirt and grease off his hands.

"Thanks again for helping"

"It's really no problem. Thanks for the wipes"

"Yeah, no problem..." He bites his lip in thought for a few seconds, just watching as Yeosang cleans his fingers, before he sighs. "So I know I told you that I don't owe you anything but do you maybe wanna, I don't know, go grab coffee sometime?" He asks hesitantly.

Yeosang looks at him with surprise etched on his face. "What?" He thought he might've misheard over the blowing wind but he could've sworn that the taller asked him out for coffee.

"Don't make me repeat myself" Seonghwa groans out and the shorter male smiles widely.

"Well... if you really want to then sure" He finally responds smugly.

"So annoying--" He mutters under his breathe. He wanted to sound nonchalant about it but he couldn't help the small smile that forms.

They exchange numbers and, soon after, split ways. Despite Yeosang being incredibly late for work he didn't seem to bothered by it. Instead he drove with a happy heart.

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I'm like lowkey stressing out. Summer break is half way over 🥴