Part two request by yeoshazel

"Hey!"

"..."

Hongjoong frowned as he fought through the crowd to reach his friend. Yeosang looked to be in a hurry, and he was curious why.

"Yeosang, where are you going?!" he shouted. Yeosang opened his mouth to answer but found it unworthy of wasting time on explanations.

He only had one goal.

Yeosang stumbled out of the front door and set his hands on his knees, bending over to catch a breath. He looked around for any cars until...

Seonghwa stood against a sleek black sedan — an expensive one, too — with his arms crossed. His mouth was in a thin line.

"You found me," he casually said as Yeosang approached him.

"I thought you were supposed to go."

"I am," Seonghwa smirked. "But I believe you have something of mine."

"Oh..." Yeosang awkwardly held the bralette out. "Yeah."

"Thank you." Seonghwa opened his car door and threw it in. He was going to sit down in the driver's seat before he paused.

Yeosang watched his every movement: Seonghwa sighed with a gentle laugh.

"You're going to have to try harder, birthday boy," he said before getting in.

Yeosang watched him start the car and eventually pull out of his home, driving down the road and turning away.

So in a trance, he didn't even notice Seonghwa had given him something.

A personal card with the address of the club.

Yeosang visited the club the next night, only to be told the dancer didn't work that day. He chose to call the day after that one and was told Seonghwa was busy with another house party. On the third call, the person over the phone simply hung up.

Yeosang had enough.

After midnight, he picked up his keys to leave.

He arrived at the club with perfect timing. A familiar figure was leaving the place, keys twirling in hand.

"Hey," Yeosang called. "Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa turned to him, an amused smile over his face. "Well, aren't you cute? You finally came to see me... after-hours?"

"I tried calling-"

"I know. I told Yunho to stop answering them. I can't be asked out over the phone."

"A-Asked out?"

"Isn't that why you're chasing me?"

"I-" Yeosang's cheeks grew red. He didn't know if they could get redder as soon as Seonghwa stepped towards him.

"Why are you here, Yeosang?" he softly asked.

"Do you... want to..." Yeosang swallowed.

Seonghwa leaned closer. "Hm?"

"...go out with me? P-Please?"

Seonghwa's smile faltered a bit. His heart hurt. The perpetrator: Yeosang. The crime: Being so adorable.

"Of course I will. But don't say please next time." Seonghwa gently caressed his hair. Yeosang stared at him with big glossy eyes and a toothy grin. "I would've said yes anyway."

"So... can I get your number? Or do I have to earn that too?"

Seonghwa thought for a second until Yeosang whined. He laughed. "I'm kidding. Here."

Yeosang had a soft side underneath the arrogant, entitled surface he put on for his friends. He already knew they weren't true friends, except Hongjoong, and that, in reality, he was very lonely.

So this date meant a lot to him.

"Okay..." he said with an exhale. "What's the first thing?"

It was the weekend after Seonghwa accepted his date, and he would visit tonight. Yeosang chose to treat him to a homemade meal because he thought it would be the most romantic.

But cooking... wasn't his specialty.

"I'm here!" Hongjoong yelled, casually entering Yeosang's home. Then he smelled the scent of something burning from the kitchen. "What's... oh no."

"Can you help me? I don't think I'm doing this right," Yeosang called. His friend ran to the kitchen in alarm.

"Yeosang!"

"Huh?"

"You don't cook chicken like this-"

"I think I know that now..."

"What are you doing all of this for?"

"...I-"

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"Hi," Yeosang greeted with a nervous smile. Seonghwa held in his laugh.

"The house looks even more beautiful when your friends aren't trashing it."

"Yeah... my... friends," Yeosang trailed off. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow but let it drift away.

"What are we having for tonight, chef?"

Yeosang laughed, scratching his scalp. "Well... I tried-"

A grin formed on Seonghwa's face. "You tried," he recited. "Oh, Yeosang."

"I slept through culinary class?" Yeosang said, though it came out more like a questionable excuse.

"That's it."

"So I bought takeout."

"I don't mind, as long as there's some food. You can always tell me last minute to meet at a restaurant instead," Seonghwa said. Yeosang nodded quietly, a little embarrassed.

"But I appreciate you trying to cook for me," Seonghwa softly added. He pressed a gentle kiss to Yeosang's cheek and removed his coat.

The pair decided to skip any formalities of eating at the table — and they went to the living room. On the couch, they shared the several boxes of food, mainly chicken, that Yeosang bought, and watched TV.

To both Yeosang and Seonghwa, this first date was even better than what they expected. It was casual, fun, and there wasn't any pressure from others to act a certain way. Just the two of them hanging out was enough.

"Are you done?" Yeosang asked, a little surprised.

Seonghwa nodded with a small smile. "Yeah. I have to stay in shape for work."

"Bleh. I don't think I could ever."

"Mhm, spoiled boy?"

"Hey~!" Yeosang looked at the food. He grabbed a piece of chicken and showed it to the older. "One more."

"No."

"C'mon. I saw you poking at it earlier."

"No, Yeosang." Seonghwa chuckled. But the younger leaned closer.

"One more."

Yeosang wasn't even focused on giving him a bite anymore. He was busy staring into Seonghwa's beautiful eyes. And the older reciprocated the action.

Then they kissed. Seonghwa allowed Yeosang to explore his mouth immediately. His hands shakily held onto him as well. It was only a few days after the party, and he was so attached to this man.

Yeosang did something to Seonghwa.

Their actions grew more heated. Yeosang's plump lips trailed to Seonghwa's nicely toned collarbone, where he kissed and licked the area.

Seonghwa swallowed hard with an exhale. "Yeah, Yeosang. Like that."

Ding!

Yeosang rolled his eyes. Not again.

Ding!

"What is it?" Seonghwa mumbled. Yeosang frowned.

"I thought it was your phone again."

Ding!

Yeosang jerked awake from the sound. He squinted to his left to see several messages on his phone screen.

HJ:
well?
you were going to text me when he left
how did it go?
oh
you didn't text
is he still there?
did he kill my best friend?

Yeosang rolled his eyes as he began to reach for the phone. He was so drowsy that he didn't notice the weight on his chest.

"Don't... go," someone slurred.

Yeosang tenderly smiled. He caressed Seonghwa's hair before kissing his temple.

"I won't."

Seonghwa, who was already awake for hours, didn't want to leave Yeosang either.

"Good," he whispered and held on tighter.