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"Hello?" Yunho spoke after picking an unknown number, his hand working on his car's steering wheel as he pulled at a corner to stop. 'So it's you, Harry.' Yunho for a moment couldn't decipher who it was with such a behaviour to not even mutter a single greeting and coming straight to convo until he recognised that voice from last night. It was YeoSang. A smile immediately crept up his lips, his posture relaxing alot more.

"Gosh, you sound like a mafia enemy who came after years to threaten me hehe." Yunho commented to the other line chuckling slightly, wondering what it was that got YeoSang to call him so late at night. YeoSang wondered how the other's voice sounded so fresh even at this hour. Maybe it was because this was the time when he needs to be the most awake probably. 'Where are you?' YeoSang questioned, not bothering to comment on Yunho's joke.

Yunho raised an amused eyebrow at that. "You sure are too bold for an introvert." Yunho muttered having his time of conversation with YeoSang who didn't seem the type to enjoy wasting time though. 'Thanks, now may I know where are you?' YeoSang asked yet again rolling his eyes, a hint of unhappiness cause of the way he was being teased. "Why do I tell you though? What if you're some robber?"

An annoyed and frustrated wince followed through the other line when Yunho heard YeoSang speak. 'Stop joking Yunho it's urgent.' YeoSang mumbled, his hand coming up to thread through his soft black locks. Yunho's throaty laugh echoes yet again through the line until he stops to speak. "XXXX XXX I'll be waiting I guess." Yunho mumbles, a small smile lingering his cherry lips until the phone hangs up making him pout internally.

YeoSang hangs the call up before stuffing his phone carelessly into his pocket and making his stride back to his car before getting inside. YeoSang takes a turn immediately after following the route to Yunho's address, his face expressionless as usual, his hands working to drive faster. He doesn't know much about Yunho but he has a feeling that he could be one of the only people who can help him without getting hurt by what his boss probably wants in the article.

His drive lasted only a good 15 minutes when he found himself stopping at a dark street. Getting out of the car to find it mostly isolated with a shiver-delivering-cold wind passing once in a while, YeoSang turned his head to look around. "Is it the right place?" YeoSang mumbles, his words falling out into a soft breath when he finds an alley down the street. Sighing, he takes out his phone and calls Yunho yet again. 'Hello?' The usual deep sound curled so softly into YeoSang's ear he almost couldn't speak for a minute until he shook his head.

"Did you send me the wrong address?" YeoSang questions, printing his walk down the street to the alley. A loud chuckle from the side when he stopped just in front of the alleyway got YeoSang's attention. "You are at the right place dude." YeoSang turns at the voice delivered both through the line as well as from somewhere near where the chuckle came from, only for him to find the taller standing there. His button up shirt slightly out of its tucking in his jeans, a mask adorning his face. YeoSang brings a hand at his chest as if startled for a second until he whispers through the dark night.

"Gosh, you appeared out of nowhere!" Yunho only chuckles before walking towards YeoSang, pulling his mask down softly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Come on my house is just down the alley." Yunho offers, his tall figure already on its way with YeoSang hurrying to follow behind. "Why do you even live at such a weird place? I thought you were getting me in a trap or something for once." YeoSang questioned when he entered the house after Yunho unlocked the door with a pair of silver keys that he took out from his pocket.

"Oii, I am still a famous person ok?? Not everyone can know fully about me." Yunho clarifies, turning to YeoSang who was practically staring at his back to follow him till now. "So...may I ask what brought you so late at mine?" Yunho quirks an eyebrow catching YeoSang's attention more. YeoSang blinked twice registering the question before biting his lip in hesitancy. "Err....I need help?" YeoSang answers more of questions rubbing the back of his neck slightly.

Yunho chuckles soundlessly, his eyes turning to crescents at his actions, he wonders where did the cold dude on the call go away to suddenly. "What kind of help?" Yunho takes off his mask and bends down slightly to YeoSang's eye level, a teasing smirk playing on his face. YeoSang freezing in his position out of the sudden action, his cheeks heating up just a tad bit. Leaning his back backwards, YeoSang continues widening the gap between them as much as possible while Yunho tries otherwise until YeoSang's leaning backwards gets him to almost loose his balance, Yunho's arm coming to catch his shoulder saving him from hitting his head on the door. Yunho chuckles at YeoSang yet again, the corner of his eyes squinting slightly.

"W-What?" YeoSang questions finally, embarrassed his cheeks still up at the heat. Yunho pinches YeoSang's nose before straightening himself and helping YeoSang as well "You're cute." Yunho comments before turning to go inside leaving YeoSang behind dumbfounded slightly with his cheeks burning still. "Gosh just what exactly happened right now?" YeoSang mumbles to himself before snapping out of the cheek burn to follow inside.

Yunho invites YeoSang over the couch in the living room, settling down comfortably. Yunho quirks an eyebrow up at YeoSang in question. "So mind to tell what help?" YeoSang doubts Yunho for a minute waiting to see if the other is not going to do something nonsense yet again before clearing his dry throat. "Well I am a journalist and I need to write a new article my boss asked me." Yunho gets attentive and leans closer in interest now.

"On what?" YeoSang looks around once before mumbling. "Gay culture in Korea." Yunho raises his eyebrows in slight surprise blinking multiple times. "Why come to me then? You have a clear gay friend." YeoSang closes his eyes for a second at the slight teasing tone lacing Yunho's words yet again. "You don't know what my boss actually wants...."

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Seonghwa has been lying in his bed, the blinds shut and the lights dim. His body is wrapped into the cocoon of his warm comforter but his right hand sits outside stretched in front of him in air just enough to help his sight gather the shine of the silver ring. After YeoSang's call, he hasn't really been able to get a close of eyelids and so he is wondering how to return this ring back to that intimidating dude. His eyebrows furrow at the flashing memory of that night.

How he didn't bother to care about Mingi's previous intentions after overhearing that slight murmur under his breath. He wonders how this ring reached back with him though. He is sure Mingi took it from him but how did it come back? Seonghwa's eyebrow knit saturates further and further before he winced at the pressure of the thoughts on his mind feeling a migraine build up in any minute if not now. Seonghwa gets up before getting out of his covers.

Keeping the ring back in his drawer, Seonghwa looks for his meds. Finding them in the other drawer, Seonghwa makes a mental note to remember they were in the wrong drawer yet again. Popping a few in his mouth, Seonghwa makes sure to drink his water slowly and not choke after which he climbs back in his covers. "I wonder where Sangie actually is at this hour...." After this Seonghwa fights to focus on his sleep wanting the meds to work yet he failed.

"You're a good dance company." Mingi's voice lingered in his ears, the softness lacing it weirdly weird. The way, Mingi's arms rested on his shoulders while he threw his head backwards enjoying the music and giving Seonghwa only the chance to stare and not utter more. His silvery blonde locks were starting to stick to his forehead from the dancing and alcohol influence from much before Seonghwa's arrival at the club. He didn't seem tired though only until Mingi probably realised Seonghwa's stare. Looking straight through his eyes, Seonghwa wondered what the taller was thinking.

Not until the gap was suddenly closed between them both by a body that pushed harshly at his own. Before he could react, Mingi's arms were around his waist compared to how they were around his neck previously. That sharp gaze looking down at him, while he tried to stop staring back. There was something different floating in his eyes that captivated Seonghwa so much he felt enchanted until a realisation hit him. This wasn't right. Mingi had just had a break up. He can't think like this, this was going wrong. Seonghwa came out of his staring session, removing himself from Mingi's arm's grasp around his waist, his eyes not meeting Mingi's anymore but roaming at different places.

"I NEED TO GO, MY FRIEND MUST BE WAITING." Seonghwa exclaimed, taking his leave without even Mingi's reply, his insides screaming over what nonsense he was thinking about.

Seonghwa's dreams were sure going crazy and he didn't even know that not only this is getting him sleep but depriving him from it as well.

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