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Furrowing his eyebrows when he found no sight of the dancing angel, YeoSang sips at his second glass for the night feeling his insides get warmer with the strong drink. He was currently sitting at one of the far corner seats in the club, a bottle of alcohol sitting at the table while he tried to seem invisible in this place to not drag attention and silently enjoy his task of finding the guy. He has seen some really unholy sights of people making out here and there and so for a while he wanted to take a break from his search. Taking his phone out from his pocket YeoSang lights up the screen of the sliver electronic gadget.

Two messages from someone YeoSang called Jongho were sitting at the front lockscreen for attention. YeoSang's eyebrows go up slightly in curiousity, his thumb roaming over the notif debating whether he should answer yet or not. It read:

Jongho

Hyung, I was wondering if we could hang out together on Saturday?

You know since Kyungsook left this morning to her parents'. I'll be bored the rest of the day else.

YeoSang feels a small smile come up his face, his thumb clicking on the notif. He was happy to hear that he and Jongho can have a day together without his fiancé. Okay this may seem weird to people but yeah he did have a sort of liking to Jongho. But don't get the wrong idea, this liking is just a feeling that came out of how comfortable he feels with the younger. Working his fingers on the phone screen YeoSang types a message real quick.

YeoSang

Oh sure! I'll love to!

Pressing the send button, YeoSang waits for the message to deliver, until he hears a voice beside him. This side of the club was still a bit less louder than others and so YeoSang could hear out the words well. "It's weird how such a beauty is sitting here alone." The voice was deep but not as deep as his own but was enough to gather YeoSang's attention. When YeoSang looked up though, his eyes were blessed by the same face he saw a while ago.

It was the guy who was dancing alone at the dance floor a while ago when YeoSang was staring at him. Blinking a few times, YeoSang feels a sort of shiver run down his spine at the thought of having to speak with someone. He wasn't the most extroverted types. "I'm with a friend." YeoSang answers grabbing his glass to take a big gulp this time. His expression changes for a second savouring the bittersweet taste of the liquor before he hears the other again.

"Mind if we exchange some company until your friend comes then?" The unknown guy suggests, sitting with his legs crossed, a small smile up his face. YeoSang considers the words for a second before nodding. "Sure. I'm YeoSang." Taking another sip from his glass, YeoSang stares at the other for an introduction until the other blindly grabs the liquor bottle on the table taking a gulp straight from it. "Yunho, Jeong Yunho." YeoSang felt as if he has heard the name somewhere before but couldn't recall where.

Suddenly, the buzz of notif vibrated through YeoSang's hand, his head falling down to look at the lit up screen. It was Jongho.

Jongho

Oh thanks hyung! I'll see you at mine then.

Reading the text carefully once, YeoSang smiled a bit until the taller guy from beside spoke with a light laugh. "I was wondering if you had a boyfriend or not but looks like you do. My chance isn't really there I guess huh?" Eyes growing wider at the words, YeoSang immediately hides his phone screen switching it off and sliding it back into his jeans pocket. "Sorry but you shouldn't peep in other's phone you know? There's something called privacy." YeoSang remarks, leaning backwards after realising the guy was sitting slightly closer now.

"I didn't peep, I'm a gentleman you know? I just assumed it's your boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever." Smirking, Yunho gulps down another bit of the liquor in the glass bottle. YeoSang's eyes fall on his thrown back head while he gulps down the alcohol, the flickering lights giving his face a different sort of shining intensity. YeoSang gulps down once and shakes his head. 'YeoSang control yourself. You may seem like a creep you know?'

"Considering cheating on your boyfriend for me?" A single teasing comment flies off to YeoSang's ears bringing him back out of his head to reality. "What?! He is not my boyfriend nor am I gay!" YeoSang defends himself feeling his cheeks grow pink at the other's words a while ago. A chuckle erupts out of the other's lips as if he were hearing a big fat joke. "May I have the honour to ask why are you here then?" Leaning in to prop his elbow at his knee, Yunho stares at YeoSang ready to hear any sort of story the other tells.

"I'm here for my friend. He had some business with someone named Song Mingi here." YeoSang answers raising his eyebrows at his by now empty glass. Sighing YeoSang gets up. "I see you dance really well. You mind??" YeoSang offers changing any possiblity of further questions related to his friend or him. Yunho smiles proudly standing up leaving his bottle behind on the table. "My pleasure with such a beauty." Yunho comments cheekily laughing off at the eye roll he reached by the other.

The dance floor was as expected still packed with bodies and YeoSang wondered why he offered to dance to just change the topic. He was regretting it a bit now. Yunho senses the discomfort in the other's features at how the other bodies were pushing around. But mostly he could see his discomfort cause of a particular person on the dance floor who seemed to be trying to get closer to YeoSang for no good. Yunho being the gentleman he stated himself to be a while earlier doesn't find any sort of happiness from the scene unfolding in front of him that he pushes closer to YeoSang, his hands coming to hold onto YeoSang's waist not only surprising YeoSang but getting the stranger to back off as well.

"Don't worry I won't do anything more." Whisper-shouting over the loud music, Yunho waits for YeoSang's reaction which somehow doesn't come out too panicked but as a simple nod with no eye contact. YeoSang's head hung low under the flickering lights, arms holding onto Yunho's shoulders for support as he could feel the alcohol running through his system start drowning him within little by little. Yunho was keeping a great eye on the other for sure, he noticed that as well.

YeoSang doesn't know but he doesn't feel any sort of panick –ok, maybe he did a bit slightly from within– with this sudden skin-ship, not to mention when he is at a gay club where every other person is making out somewhere or the other place. Maybe that's because Yunho gives good vibes or maybe because Yunho is being a gentleman. YeoSang takes the latter reason more valid. His head felt slightly lighter than before and he could understand that he was getting slightly drunk and so his worries from a lot of things were fading away and YeoSang didn't seem to mind that. He needed a break and he wanted to get one now.

Yunho continues staring at YeoSang's head that hangs low, his arms still around his waist. YeoSang seemed different and of course he was. He was different from him. YeoSang was an introvert unlike him, Yunho caught that already. YeoSang was also not gay but then again he wasn't one to tag himself so no much difference there. What suddenly caught him out of his thoughts were the way YeoSang's hands that were clutching his arms for support snaked upwards to hook around his neck pulling him closer. "Ah-Yeos-" "shhhh! Don't worry I won't do anything more." YeoSang looks up giggling while imitating Yunho, his cheeks shining pink under the numerous lights. Yunho knew it, YeoSang was drunk.

Blinking twice at the cute sight in front him, Yunho nodded amused. 'How do I control myself if he goes like this?' This particular question started roaming the streets of Yunho's mind asking him to try something to get the whereabouts of YeoSang's friend for distraction. "Okay tell me, how does your friend look like?" Yunho questions titling his head down to peer at YeoSang's face. "Handsome, I mean really handsome. I don't have a crush on him though." Mumbling, YeoSang looks up at Yunho wanting to step out of the dance floor. "I know I know you're not gay. No need to clarify again." Yunho mumbles chuckling before dragging YeoSang out of the crowd with difficulty but managing to. "Oh did I say that? Sorry my mind feels hazy but come on I want to drink more. We can look for him later." YeoSang whispers in Yunho's ear making him turn around to gaze on his face.

Yunho stares YeoSang up and down once, blinking his eyes multiple times before nodding. "Okay, guess you are too packed with life outside. I don't mind being company. I wouldn't want your friend to punch me for not stopping you later though." Yunho chuckles before starting to walk past a few people to reach their earlier table. As expected, the empty bottle was gone replaced by a new one already. Yunho was used to seeing this. After all he comes here often.

Sitting down, YeoSang relaxes himself before popping the bottle cap open and taking a gulp and then offering the same bottle to Yunho with raised brows. Yunho stares before stretching his hand to grab the bottle, YeoSang's grip losing to Yunho's. "So....what do you even do?" Questioning, YeoSang stares at Yunho intently, his eyes gazing their way from his lips to his neck and his bobbing Adam's apple. Yunho was sure an eye candy.

"You getting gay for me or what?" A tease flies its way to YeoSang's ears before the answer to his question does, Yunho smirking with the bottle sitting in front of him. YeoSang shakes his head no, "Hey no! It's not like that." resulting in the obvious chuckle from Yunho. "Well, I work at a radio station. Also, don't worry I'll get you gay for me." Winking, Yunho shows off his white teeth grin leaning closer to prop his head between his palms.

"What about you?" YeoSang's face turns to a-not-so-happy-smile at the previous declaration until any replies from the other were stopped by the person who enters the scene at the table. Seonghwa had just found his way out of the grip of the intimidating for no good person to look around for YeoSang and find him here. His eye brows raise up in amusement at the tall guy sitting with his 'introvert' friend. Walking his way through towards them, Seonghwa examined his features and finds him almost the height of the intimidating freak if not a few centimetres more than him. Fortunately, he didn't seem intimidating like him though, his smile told everything otherwise and he could see how he stared at YeoSang.

Seonghwa frowns at the fact that YeoSang wasn't honestly gay and maybe, just maybe the taller may end up getting rejected by YeoSang if his expression does say that he likes him. "Kang YeoSang, what do I see here? You got a friend huh?" A smack landed on the back side of the drinking male, who chokes on his alcohol, a series of coughs erupting his lips. "YeoSang-ah you alright?" Yunho grows concerned holding YeoSang's hand when suddenly YeoSang draws it backwards turning his face to the side to look up at Seonghwa after his throat recovery. "Yah! What kind of frikken shit was that?!" Scolding, YeoSang scowls at the small apology the other throws at him before settling down beside him.

"I see you got a handsome friend here." Seonghwa comments holding his hand for a greeting. "Park Seonghwa, thanks for taking care of this freak by wasting your night sitting with him." Yunho chuckles at the tag along comment to the greet, shaking his hand back. "Jeong Yunho. And I don't think I wasted my night especially not after it I spent it with such a beauty." Yunho smirks with a wink to YeoSang who rolls his eyes mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

"Seonghwa, I have a lot of work to finish and it's already late. Let's go please?" YeoSang gives a look to Seonghwa and as much as Seonghwa may want to deny or tease him for anything, he understands. YeoSang may have made a slight friend or two here tonight, he wasn't really comfortable yet though. He nods in agreement. "Well, it was good meeting you but maybe we can have a talk next time. Oh wait since YeoSang and you are already friends why don't you exchange numbers? Will help me too you know?" Seonghwa jokes with his flirty manner until YeoSang gets up mumbling. "No."

Seonghwa raises his eyes. "Oops- better luck next time I guess then, I'll exchange mine instead." Seonghwa speaks watching YeoSang start walking further through the crowd. After a phone number exchange, what Seonghwa did was to just run away before he lost YeoSang in the crowd again. YeoSang wasn't in the state to be left alone.

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“Why would he go by the name Harry though?”
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