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With raised eyebrows and grown suspicion, YeoSang shook his head as he watched Seonghwa get up in a hurry and run for the bathroom. The toilet was his destination, he said and in fact it was, as the bile forming behind his mouth decided to throw itself out as Seonghwa panted at the burning feeling in his throat. Throwing up yet another once, Seonghwa clutched his head with a hand and the other on the toilet cover as he tried getting up to flush it.

Sighing and washing his mouth along his face and hands, Seonghwa looked up at himself. Sweaty locks sticking to his forehead, eyes telling through his nauseous story as he slowly closed them and took a strained breath in. Granting vision yet again, Seonghwa stretched his hand towards his neck. Slowly with nervousness, he pulled his shirt's buttons open to reveal his bare chest. The sight in front of him told alot. A slow quiver of his lips turning to heavy breaths' invitation, Seonghwa bit his lower lip hard drawing blood as he found his voice getting lost in the confines of his burning throat.

Those reddish purple marks were...eating him out. The grave darkness of those marks, they almost made Seonghwa throw up again. The way it felt like burning ash above his toned chest and the way they stared back at him, shouting at him for his own mistake. Slowly and softly, Seonghwa traced his fingers up at his neck just above those marks, his eyes watering up for a second until flashbacks of last night hit him. Yeosang's parents, the stress of work, the way Yeosang's parents stared at him in disgust, the way Yeosang didn't say anything not that he blames him...it still hurts though.

Suddenly YeoSang's thought hit him. Did he...No it couldn't have been. YeoSang couldn't have seen those marks, right? What would Yeosang be thinking about him right now...

"YeoSang could be the only to get me to bed last night..." Seonghwa sighs, a hand coming up to his forehead trying to supress a groan from escaping his lips. "He probably already saw it." Raising his eyes towards the mirrored self, Seonghwa stared at it in silence for a while before a loud groan finally fought to amplify its presence. "Argh, come on Seonghwa you can't stay here all day right?" Seonghwa mumbled to himself before turning to step out of the bathroom and meet YeoSang's waiting gaze.

Upon his presence back in the room, YeoSang breathed in relief as if Seonghwa had been missing again. "You alright?" He questioned in concern while looking up at the older. Seonghwa bit his lip softly before shaking his head off slightly and sitting down. "I don't think I want to share though." He mumbled softly as he took a bite of his breakfast and hummed to the weird yet eatable taste. YeoSang wanted to protest yet he chose not to, Seonghwa hasn't gone through something great and he can guess that.

"You can learn better if you cook more." Seonghwa muttered through the silence suddenly while continuing to eat. He didn't intend to actually start up a conversation, it was just a random comment and YeoSang could see it. YeoSang could also see it was to change the air in the room to something else in focus. "I don't intend on betraying my computer screen any soon if that's what the idea of learning to cook has behind." YeoSang replied back while staring at the window, not meeting Seonghwa's gaze. "Well...you know me too well." A single line from Seonghwa and they both burst out into a fit of chuckles, breaking the unusual awkwardness in the room. However, both of them were aware the laugh was awkward too, both of them weren't laughing at Seonghwa's answer rather at the problems they are facing. It still felt better than acting all weird.

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Looking through his wardrobe, Yeosang sighs at the amount of black clothes. However, its not so bad if he is going to be out at a club tonight. Throwing a sleeveless shirt over his head, YeoSang looks in the mirror. Since when did he gain muscles? And that too by sitting in front of a computer? Well, doesn't matter. He grabs another jacket and wears it before looking at his wrist watch to scan the time. Realising he should be getting Jongho first, he makes his way out of his room.

A sigh follows his cherry lips at the eerie silence the apartment experiences once Seonghwa is off to his work. The apartment can never be lively without his presence and right now it's going to be much more silent after the last person i.e. him, exits for his own tasks. Shaking his head and making his way out, YeoSang gives a one last glance to the couch which hasn't had skin-ship ever since yesternight when his parents sat on it.

The moisture in the air almost felt as if it breathed through YeoSang's skin while the wet thuds of the gravel underneath his foot created an unknown music. Gazing up, YeoSang found the sky slightly grey, dark cotton balls threading their way slowly towards dominance. He furrows his eyebrows. He should have checked the weather before coming out. Well, there's nothing great about regretting, is it?

Continuing his walk to the subway, YeoSang stuffs his hands in his pocket. Apparently, Jongho is going to come from the opposite side of where they have to go because he found some last moment business to attend. So now, he will have to wait and look around at the 'beautiful scenery' in front of him. From the trains running in front of his eyes to the people going in and out as well as the people roaming around on the platforms. Everyone seemed busy in their jobs, never even bothering to lose a second of life.

It bothers him sometimes. How everyone is too busy to give a shit. How everyone is too busy to look at him even. Suddenly a hand on his shoulder brings him out of his thoughts. "Hyung, you're here." YeoSang heard that same voice his younger friend possesses. Turning his head slightly to find it really is Jongho he blinks twice before nodding softly. "Ah yeah, right." He trails off while staring down at his shoes rather than making eye-contact. Jongho just stared at Yeosang but doesn't question.

Sitting inside the familiar metal walls, Jongho observes YeoSang. His hyung seemed out of the moment right now and he didn't intend to bother him out of his bubble, it wasn't really anything new. While turning his head away from YeoSang, Jongho breathed a sigh. His camera was hanging from his shoulder and currently cradled like a baby on his lap. It wasn't any less than a baby to be honest. Jongho loved his job and loved the fact that he could help YeoSang from time to time because of it.

The train had been moving for around 10 minutes when it stopped slowly on another stop. The doors opened and YeoSang saw first the people moving out and then a crowd walking in. Within the crowd, there was a tall man with red streaked hair, a black button-up and leather pants. As soon as his gaze hit YeoSang's however, his searching eyes seemed to recieve a spark of excitement within them as a cheeky grin laced itself on his features. Handsome~

YeoSang shook his head. 'What are you thinking YeoSang?!' The tall man made his way towards them and sat beside Jongho, giving YeoSang a wink as he asked slowly. "Is this the friend you were telling me about YeoSang?" Yunho grinned while staring at Yeosang's expressionless eyes turning to a dagger bearing gaze. "Y-yes, Jongho this is Yunho..." Yeosang introduced them while Yunho continued staring at Yeosang. The train ride seemed much more livelier for Jongho and Yunho than Yeosang. It wasn't anything new though, Jongho knew that.

Their way to their destination wasn't any different either, Yunho was the absolute extrovert and Yeosang seemed invisible at some point but Jongho only decided to bother when they reached the club. Jongho must have forgotten what a nightclub feels like as he seemed to want to close his ears over how loud the music sounded even outside the club. That's what you get when you go to one of the biggest nightclubs of the place. And if this wasn't enough, the continuous visions of the gay and lesbian couples roaming around made him seem out of place. He seemed like a total stranger and Yeosang didn't feel like him in his opinion, he seemed rather...fine? 'Hyung's been here before, of course he is normal!' Jongho thought as he got his camera ready after they entered the club.

The crowd and smell of alcohol made him a little dizzy but the people didn't seem rude and maybe that was good if he had to take their pictures. The flickering lights would surely give a good stage for Jongho's job though, something that made him happy over all the stranger environment. "JONGHO!! YOU WANNA GET SOME DRINKS?!!" Jongho strained his ears to listen to Yunho's voice as he saw the man smiling a gentle smile. Jongho smiled back nervously, "HYUNG,I DON'T THINK THE SMELL OF ALCOHOL MAKES ME WANT TO TRY ANY TODAY!!" trying to explain himself as best as he can. Yunho just laughs off until Yeosang whispers in his ear, "Don't push him much, he seems a little uncomfortable already if i'm correct." Yunho turns back towards Yeosang without any warning resulting in Yeosang getting startled with how close he was to Yunho while whispering in his ear.

Eyes widened, Yeosang would have almost lost his balance if not for his instincts asking him to grab Yunho's arms. "GOSH YOU SCARED ME!" Yeosang shouted back over the loud music. Yunho glanced at Yeosang's hands grabbing him before turning back and smirking, "You seem to know him alot." Yeosang frowns opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. Nothing beneficial in fighting with the unnecessarily tall man. Separating himself from Yunho, Yeosang turns his face away from him. Yunho just chuckled soundlessly as he turned back to Jongho and saw something unexpected. "Oh- Sorry hyung. You guys looked nice for a shot." Jongho smiled sheepishly as Yeosang widened his eyes. "JONGHO, YOU'RE DELETING THAT!" "WHY??" Jongho giggled.

Yeosang made a face and tried grabbing Jongho's camera until someone accidentally bumped into him, spilling his drink over Yeosang's clothes. "Ouch-" Yeosang stared down at his ruined clothes and heard the man who bumped, apologize. Sighing, Yeosang just nodded and turned back to grit his teeth before muttering, "I'll be back in a minute." and leaving to the washroom. Jongho and Yunho giggled as they felt victorious until Yunho muttered to Jongho. "GET THAT PICTURE TO ME LATER OK??" Still giggling, Jongho did an ok sign while continuing to take further pictures while Yeosang was away. However, the fun was not meant for long as Jongho's phone buzzed from his pocket. Excusing himself to the side, Yunho saw Jongho leave. Now that he was alone, he wondered how close Yeosang and Jongho must be. They looked...cute, not going to lie.

On the other side, staring at the caller ID Jongho could feel his blood freezing as he read his fiancee's name...

Yunho had been enjoying his drink waiting for either of the two men to return until Jongho finally did. "HYUNG! I WILL BE LEAVING! TELL YEOSANG HYUNG MY FIANCEE CALLED, HE WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED!" Jongho shouted over the loud music not caring about Yunho's confused face as he hurriedly turned away to leave. He had some explaining to do and that wouldn't wait for him honestly. Yunho just raised his eyebrows at the way Jongho just came and went out of nowhere but decided not to question it further and turned back to his drink. He'll just let Yeosang know when he is back.

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"Yunho..."

"Can we go home now?"

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