Yeosang was with Jongho, having just met, but they got along, so Yeosang didn't mind spending some more time with the younger.

"So... do you like girls?" Jongho asked quietly, now standing in front of Yeosang. Fiddling with his shirt sleeve.

"Yeah, I like both," Yeosang replied after a minute of thinking. "You?"

Jongho didn't say it verbally, but he leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Yeosang's lips. "Sorry," he whispered, turning around to walk away.

"No! No, it's ok, uhhhh... can I get your Instagram? Or number?"

"Yeah, here,"

×

3 months later

"Yah! Yeosang! Who's this boy? He shared you on his post," Wooyoung called out from his bedroom, going to the bathroom and knocking on the door. "Yah!"

"What do you want?" Yeosang called back, hands stilling on Jongho's lower back, which he was washing the younger's hair in the shower. Both shirtless but still having their sweats rolled up to their knees to not get it wet.

"I'm coming in," Wooyoung announced dramatically, swinging the bathroom door open with a flourish. Yeosang quickly turned to shield Jongho, who was caught off guard and smiled sheepishly, water cascading down his back.

Wooyoung's eyes widened as he took in the scene – the two of them in the shower, a swirl of steam and the unexpected intimacy hanging in the air. "Whoa! Is this what you meant by surprise shower time?"

"Can you not barge in like that?" Yeosang snapped, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He was always the more reserved one, and having Wooyoung witness this particular moment was not part of his plans.

Jongho, on the other hand, chuckled softly, his voice playful despite the embarrassment. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, leaning back to ruffle Yeosang's hair affectionately, earning a glare from the older.

Wooyoung crossed his arms, a sly smile on his face. "So, you finally decided to share your love life with us! Who is this gorgeous boy?" He cocked his head at Jongho, who flashed a grin back.

"Come on, Wooyoung, it's more complicated than that," Yeosang sighed, trying to sound nonchalant, even as his heart raced. The revelation of his relationship with Jongho was something he had been both excited and apprehensive to share.

Jongho stepped forward slightly, water glistening on his skin. "I’m Jongho. Nice to meet you!” He waved, clearly unfazed by the interruption and eager to charm Wooyoung.

Wooyoung's demeanor transformed instantly, and he stepped closer, genuinely curious. "So, how long has this been going on?"

"About three months," Yeosang admitted, feeling a protective instinct rise as he glanced at Jongho, who was beaming with delight. "We just... clicked."

"And you didn't think to tell me about this little romance? I've been curious!" Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, laughing despite himself. "I didn’t want to make it a big deal, you know? I was just enjoying it. This isn’t your typical K-drama."

Wooyoung dramatically placed a hand over his heart. "But it’s still adorable! I can't believe you kept this a secret from me. Jongho, you're invited to all our movie nights from now on. Get ready for some serious binge-watching!"

Jongho nodded enthusiastically. "I’m down! Just let me know when."

Yeosang felt a mix of relief and happiness as he watched the two of them banter. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Perhaps sharing his feelings with his friends would only make this budding relationship stronger.

"But, uh, can you at least let us finish our shower first?” Yeosang pointedly asked, a playful smirk on his face.

Wooyoung laughed, stepping back toward the door. “Fine, fine! But I’m not done interrogating you later!” And with that, he left, leaving the two alone with the warm water and the new dynamic of their relationship.

"Well, that was unexpected," Jongho said with a chuckle, and Yeosang felt his heart swell at the sound.

"Yeah, but I'm glad you were here," he admitted, turning to Jongho with a soft smile. "If this is how it’s going to be, I think I’m ready to face whatever comes next."

Jongho reached for his hand, entwining their fingers gently, the playful moment morphing into something sweeter, deeper – a promise of many more shared moments ahead. “Me too.”