Day two

This time, everyone made the wise decision to remain in their rooms with the exception of Hongjoong, who claimed his bedroom had a poor internet connection and opted to sit on the couch. This couldn't be further from the truth, however, as he simply did not want to stay with Seonghwa for an extended period of time.

The building was silent throughout the day since most of everyone's time was spent on a device or occupied by a book. Save for around midnight, at which sounds akin to a bear wrestling with a shark in a lake echoed through the house, everything was quiet. Yunho was the only one unfortunate enough to hear these sounds and to say he was disturbed would be an understatement.

Day three was when they were back to interacting with one another. Starting with San and Mingi who met together in the kitchen around seven A.M., unplanned.

Both made eye contact, awkward as always and Mingi was the first to speak. "Hi..."

"Hey?" Said San, cocking his brow as he made his way further into the room.

"So...How's it going?"

"Good...How about you...?"

"Good..."

Silence.

Painful. Silence.

Until San cleared his throat. "Nice weather, huh?"

"It's been storming literally every day."

"Oh...right..."

Had Seonghwa not walked in, they were sure they would have stayed in that uncomfortable sphere of existence for an ungodly amount of time. Thankfully, the eldest student offered his disapproving and highly judgmental stares towards the duo, snapping them out of their cumbersome trance.

He walked past Mingi to grab a few gingersnaps from a small jar, popping one of them in his mouth before taking a drink from the fridge. "San ah, one of your plushies ended up on Wooyoung's bed. I put it back for you." He stated while pouring his apple juice into a cup.

Bemused, Mingi asked, "You sleep with plushies?"

To which San shrugged and replied, "You sound surprised."

"I just can't picture someone like you sleeping with a stuffed animal, especially since you're such an asshole at times." His straightforward answer made the pinkette scoff, yet Seonghwa still chuckled.

"Even assholes have soft sides," He asserted, taking a sip of his drink right after.

However, Mingi didn't find his statement as humorous. Or rather, perhaps it was simply because it was Seonghwa who had said it that made the orange-haired ticked off. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Wanting to get back to the original topic of conversation, San attempted to regain the eldest's attention. "Why were you in Wooyoung's room?" Seonghwa glanced at him, raising his brow before shaking his head.

"Laundry." That was all he said before leaning against one of the counters and pulling out his phone. Seonghwa didn't usually concern himself with the juvenile antics of the first and second years in the house. It was all so dramatic, and for what?

That being said, it didn't mean he didn't find at least a little entertainment in messing with San and Wooyoung. It was clear the two had some sort of flirtatious engagement on the first night of lockdown, judging by how possessive the older became at the mention of the fashion student, more than usual, and how Wooyoung would get flustered when San came around.

Why should Seonghwa leave himself out of the fun?

"Morning fuckers,"

Oh yeah, that's why.

Hongjoong sauntered into the kitchen, dressed in an oversized white sweater and short shorts. Curves. The only word running through Seonghwa's mind as his ex passed by him. The blueberry said his hellos and immediately reached for his favourite coffee mug, featuring a cat with glasses typing on a laptop.

"Looks like you, doesn't it?" Seonghwa shook his head at the memory, eyes trailing each of Hongjoong's movements to distract himself. Clearly, he wasn't very smart for thinking the bluenette would be a decent distraction in any way. Whatever thoughts he had, pure or otherwise were quickly replaced by... Those thick and perfect thighs, his godly ass... "Fuck..."

Hearing his swear, San watched the eldest male scurry off, raising his brow at how he held his hands over his crotch and chuckled. It didn't fail to catch the attention of the other two as well, who exchanged glances at Seonghwa's strange exit. Ultimately, Mingi brushed it off, getting on with his morning routine while San grabbed the cookies the blonde had left.

Hongjoong was the only one left concerned, creasing his brow and eyeing the path Seonghwa took curiously. Despite Mingi's very apparent warning glance, the bluenette left the kitchen, jogging off to his room, where he knew Seonghwa went.

He was hesitant to knock, knowing this encounter could either go well or very, very wrong. Yet the images from the previous night still plagued him. To admit that he enjoyed the way Seonghwa held him would be the biggest blow to ego imaginable. "He's an asshole..." Hongjoong muttered to himself, though even he was struggling to believe it. "No...he is. He left you, Joong. He doesn't love you."

His fist clenched at his sides, turning to press his back against the oak wood door, blocking him from seeing his living desires on the other side. He was right there but Hongjoong wouldn't allow himself to have hope. "He doesn't love you..." If he just kept telling himself that, it would be true. The corners of his eyes burned with tears threatening to spill the longer he sat there. "I-If he did... he would have chosen you. He would have stuck by your side. He w-wouldn't have..."

It wasn't long before he felt his cheeks become stained with heavy cries, a slew of agitated curses leaving Hongjoong's lips at this emotional reaction. "Fuck you... Seonghwa..."

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By two-thirty, everyone was awake and active. This time around, Yeosang was the last to arise, his exhausted state not going unnoticed by his peers. "You look terrible," Wooyoung snorted at the older's sorry drowsy expression.

"Had a rough night..." He grumbled in response, sitting himself at the barstool next to Jongho, who was watching Yunho prepare him a sandwich. Wooyoung was situated on a separate counter, rear on the granite surface as he scrolled through his phone, snickering at random posts on Twitter.

Yet the lilac-haired glanced up from his device upon seeing that Yunho was about to put mustard on Jongho's sandwich. "Oh, Jongho doesn't like mustard on sandwiches," He piped up.

"Sorry, I'll-"

"Put ketchup on instead," Their attention went to Yeosang, who was leaning in his right hand, eyeing the food sceptically. "He prefers it."

"Not too much though," Wooyoung didn't hesitate to glower at the older, met only with an indifferent stare from him. However, it was clear that it was teetering on a glare based on how his eyes twitched and his lips nearly curled downwards.

"Better not put it on both sides either."

"You know so much about how he likes his sandwiches, don't you, Kang?"

"Of course I do, I know everything about him, Jung. After all..." The last part of his sentence didn't need to be uttered for Wooyoung to know what he meant. After all...he's mine. The possession in his eyes was the only reply needed, filling the younger with an odd sense of protection and nerve.

As the two stared each other down, Yunho and Jongho shared a look. "Is this normal?" The pinkette questioned silently.

"You get used to it," Muttered Jongho, before sliding his food into his hand and exiting the room without another word. Yunho frowned, a look that only deepened when realising that he was left alone with the silently feuding pair.

It didn't take a genius to pick up on the tension between San, Wooyoung, Jongho and Yeosang. At this point, it was a little egregious. Hongjoong grew tired of it the moment he encountered it, Seonghwa seemed to revel in the drama, Mingi, while mostly being confused, remained indifferent albeit a bit annoyed. Yunho held a similar view to his fellow titan, although he was more intrigued than irritated.

Once it had hit that Jongho was no longer in the room, Yeosang stood to his feet, not sparing Wooyoung or Yunho a single glance as he left the room. "What did you do to him?" Whispered the older of the two once the raven-haired had left.

"It's more like what he did to me. And mind your own business, would you?" Yunho didn't hesitate to roll his eyes at how trifling the younger man's attitude had become. It was certainly a mistake to be in the same room as Wooyoung and Yeosang during an altercation and he was learning that first-hand today.

He intended to just clean up and ignore the lilac-haired's presence for the sake of his own sanity but unfortunately for him, Wooyoung had other plans. "Hey, have you read this?" He said suddenly. Before Yunho could so much as wonder what he meant, a phone was shoved two centimetres before his face. Regardless of how his personal space had been violated, he still took the device, scanning the contents of its screen.

JYP Murder Case

Investigators are pressed to find details on this mystery as the culprit is still unknown. Some suspect it could be a student. Perhaps a teacher? Regardless, leads are still few and far between. It seems anyone with links to this incident met their unfortunate demise during the tragedy...

"That's your old school, right? You know anything about this?"

"Why would I?" Yunho spat, shoving the phone back in Wooyoung's hands, startling him. "Was I there, Wooyoung?"

"I didn't say you-"

But he was already gone. Yunho was too ticked off to stay in that room a moment longer. He needed to find whoever wrote that article. They were on this campus, he knew that for a fact. He just needed to find out where so that he could keep their mouth shut for good.

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Jongho laid on his bed, with both his stomach and mind full, he was left to toss on the soft surface and groan into his pillow. Why are they like this? Neither of them should care this much about me.

"Are you okay?" The emergence of another voice startled the young male, eyes going wide as he hastily pressed his back against the wall. Yet his anxiety failed to fade once he saw who it was.

He couldn't help but scoot further back the closer Yeosang got, even if he knew it was futile. Despite how hard he tried to look away, his chin was tilted up, his body so easily manipulated by this man's touch. "Why are you scared, Jongho?" He whispered, leaning uncomfortably close to the brunette.

"Y-Yeosang, leave. Seriously." Jongho stuttered uselessly.

"Why? Why do you want me to leave, hun?" There was nothing threatening about his tone but that made it all the more difficult for Jongho to look him in the eye. That was all it took for him to feel weak.

"Whenever you're around you make me feel so...so..."

"So what, Jongie?"

The younger opened his mouth yet he didn't get a chance to let anything come out as the moment he parted his lips, Yeosang pulled his face forward. Despite every muscle in his body telling him, screaming at him, begging him to move away, Jongho found himself leaning into the kiss. His arms made their way around Yeosang's neck, with the older pulling away for just a moment to catch his breath.

Those eyes sparkled like the brightest diamonds the world had to offer, enticing and luxurious in how they lulled Jongho closer. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he was still weak to those cool brown eyes, his perfect, pitch-black locks and his gaze that was sharper than steel yet so soft Jongho could melt in it.

Before he knew it, their lips were pressed together once more, catching Yeosang off guard as he hadn't initiated it. His hand weaved through Jongho's dark hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a beautiful whine from him. "Fuck, Yeosang. Again" He whispered.

"Demanding things from me? Bad boy. Someone needs to teach you manners."

Euphoria was the only feeling he felt. Jongho swore on his life that he didn't like this sort of affection. He told himself he wasn't ready for things like this. Yet here he laid, panting and whining under Yeosang's every touch like some sort of desperate slut.

He waited with anticipation as Yeosang undid his shirt, body caged under his limbs. He inched up for one more kiss yet just before he was gifted all he desired, Jongho heard a chuckle. "You have no feelings for me, you said?"

"Y-Yeosang?" All he did was smirk and before he knew it, Jongho was alone on the bed. Left there in a pit of his own lust and confusion.

Did he still have feelings for Yeosang?

The thought made a familiar conversation run through his mind.

"You're getting pretty close to Wooyoung..." He remembered it like the back of his hand.

"Is that a bad thing? He's your friend, isn't he? Why is it such a problem, Sangie?" The way Yeosang glared at him, looking down with his arms crossed. It all made Jongho shudder.

"Come on. Don't tell me you haven't heard what people have been saying? You really think you can just toy with me like that?"

Jongho scoffed, eventually mimicking his boyfriend's aggressive stance. "Don't be an asshole, Yeosang! You know for a fact that I would never cheat on you, especially not with Wooyoung! What the hell is wrong with you today?

"Jongho!" A familiar voice screeched, rushing into the room soon after.

"One nightmare at a time, please!" Jongho whined, adjusting his messy clothes and tattered hair. "What do you want Woo?" His friend pouted at his harsh tone, placing himself on his bed with his arms crossed. He didn't fail to notice the state Jongho was in. If not that, the smirk on Yeosang's face when he left was a dead giveaway as to what happened.

Wooyoung's fists clenched, already two seconds from storming out the door and finding that lanky cheat. Yet a question from Jongho kept him in place. "Woo...can I ask you something?"

His voice had dropped to a near whisper. Wooyoung's gaze softened, hands relaxing as they took Jongho's into his grip. "Yeah, anything. What is it?"

He gave him a moment to gather his breath, as he wasn't sure how to put his thoughts into words. "Do you...Do you think there is a chance Yeosang still loves me?"

To his surprise, Wooyoung didn't answer right away. Instead, Jongho flinched, feeling Woo's grip tighten slightly. "Do you hope he does?"

His silence was the only real answer needed. Even still, he muttered, "Yes..."

"Well I don't."

That was when Wooyoung felt Jongho's hands slip away, his gaze becoming somewhat daunting as he looked at the older. "Why?" He queried. The tone he spoke with was enough for him to know that he was upset, even if his face didn't show it.

"Because I know him, Jongho." Wooyoung didn't want to hurt Jongho. Never in his life would he want to see him upset but this had to be said. He wouldn't allow him to fill himself with any sort of false hope. "He's just manipulating you. I know it and deep down, so do you."

"You're kidding me. You and your dumb pride..."

"Pride? Why do you think this has anything to do with my ego?"

"Because it always does!" Jongho suddenly shouted. "Why did I even ask you? It's not like you can offer any good advice when you can't stay off San's dick for more than five minutes..."

"Jongho, what are you even talking about? I haven't-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Jung, and don't treat me like I'm stupid." That was when he stopped trying to hide his irritation, pure vex forming on Jongho's face as his eyes grew dark. "You're not subtle. I saw him carrying you into the room the other night after he ploughed your ass like no tomorrow! And you have the nerve to say you don't want Yeosang to love me anymore?"

"It's not the same!" Wooyoung tried to say, much to Jongho's contempt, as his face only grew more skewed. "What San and I have is completely different. But Yeosang? He's just going to hurt you again! You know he doesn't treat you right Jongho!"

"Fuck. Off. You're the last person who should talk about getting treated right when you know damn well that San's just going to control your life all over! Do you never learn?"

Despite how hard he tried to remain sympathetic, Wooyoung's jaw went slack with anger after hearing this. Jongho would never understand what he and San had even if he tried.

"Do I ever learn? I'm not at fault here. If anything, you're the one who keeps making the same mistakes! Especially when you're the one who had to go to therapy for letting yourself get ra-"

One swift smack to the face sent Wooyoung's head flying to the side, his burning cheek stained with a harsh red. He clutched the violated area with his mouth left agape. Jongho stood over him, glaring at him so harshly the older could have sworn his soul had been seared.

They weren't sure what to feel. Anger, sadness, maybe even rejection. Either way, Jongho wasn't going to stay in that room any longer. So he left Wooyoung sitting there, filled to the brim with conflicting emotions for him to brew in.

Wooyoung kept his head down whilst Jongho left their bedroom, face still in a frenzy.

I fucked up...

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Exciting the room, Wooyoung wasn't sure what to do. Not only did his face hurt like a bitch, but he left aggravated by the conversation they just had. He wanted to slap Jongho until he was in just as much pain as him but still wanted to hug him at the same time. "I fucking hate emotions..."

"Tell me about it." It was no surprise that Seonghwa was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone with a cup of coffee by his side. There weren't many other places he could go but the couch was his most common resting spot. Hongjoong and Yunho were the only other two in the room, but they were off in the kitchen, too engrossed with whatever they were chatting about to really take notice of them. "What's wrong doll? Had a fight with one of your boyfriends?"

"One of them?" The younger muttered. Despite his comment, Wooyoung still sat beside him. He had the same reaction he always did when he saw Seonghwa - he grew flustered. Even wearing just sweatpants and a t-shirt, he still managed to look good. His hair was brushed down to create bangs this time around, giving him a softer appeal than usual but Wooyoung knew that if he chose to push it back, he'd be done for.

"You're not seeing San, Jongho and Yeosang?"

"NO!" Wooyoung practically screeched. He shuddered at the idea of ever having sex with Yeosang. Although, he would be lying if he said the thought never crossed his mind. "You can't see me as that much of a slut, can you?"

"You don't want to hear the answer to that." Chuckling at how he pouted, Seonghwa put down his phone, leaning a bit closer to the younger as he said, "Relax, doll. A cutie like you should never frown."

Why does he wake up every day and choose violence?

"You... Suck..." It was a pathetic response and Wooyoung was well aware of that but he was caught in a moment of weakness.

"Really, that's the best you got? I expected a little more after seeing that video from your design class." Of course, someone took a video. He groaned to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Does your bastard self have nothing better to do than to flirt with me? Can't be productive or anything?"

"You're the one who came in and sat next to me looking like a dejected puppy," Seonghwa's voice did wonders for Wooyoung's soul. Even if he wasn't saying much, he still managed to make his heart beat fast. He could listen to it all day. Hongjoong is one lucky bastard. Why on Earth would he let someone like this go?

So, wanting to play along with his flirtatious mood, Wooyoung tilted his head closer to Seonghwa's face, grinning slyly. "I do hope you don't mind. I was hoping you could..." Not so subtly, his fingers trailed towards Seonghwa's thigh, gaze turning softer just for extra appeal. "Make me feel better?"

Not even Seonghwa was resistant to Wooyoung's charms, as expected. "My doors always open, doll."

"Close your legs to married men," The two moved away from one another, seeing that Hongjoong now was standing behind the couch. Unbennounched to them, his conversation with Yunho had ended, as the younger was no longer in the room. How long he had been there, neither knew but his appearance clearly wasn't appreciated by the eldest student.

"You scared the hell out of me, Hongjoong!" Wooyoung exclaimed, nervously chuckling right after. Even still, Hongjoong wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked rather irritated.

With a yelp, Wooyoung was tugged away by the blunette, who scowled at him. "Did you listen to a single word I said to you!" He shouted. "God, you're just asking to be hurt! Go back to your room!" What kind of idiot was he? San was going to kill him if he caught them flirting and quite frankly, Hongjoong didn't have it in him to listen to any more of their garbage.

"I'm not a child! You can't just ground me-" One stern glare from the angry blueberry shut his mouth and no further complaints came from him. So Wooyoung slugged off, finally leaving the oldest members of the house alone.

As soon as he was out of sight, Hongjoong's sharp eyes turned to look up at Seonghwa. Despite his aggressive intent, the dark glare he received was enough to reel him back. The blonde stood in front of him with his arms crossed, a prominent leer resting across his face that reminded Hongjoong of why he refused to confront him in the first place. Seonghwa was terrifying when he wanted to be. Nevertheless, he still pressed forward. "Are you just going to keep flirting with people in front of me?" He growled as he circled around the couch to finally meet him.

However, Seonghwa wasn't amused. His frown only deepened the closer Hongjoong got. The tone he spoke with was so uncaring... "Would that be a problem?"

Bewildered, the blunette sputtered, "You're not being serious, are you?" Had he just forgotten about the previous night? There's no way his memory can be that short term.

"What if I am? I thought I've made my intentions pretty clear."

"All you've intended to do is fuck with me! Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

"Look, if you want to go back to being my little fuck toy, I won't hold it against you. But the least you can do is calm down." Then he leaned forward, a sly smirk on his face, tilted Hongjoong's chin up and looked down at him. "Desperation isn't a good look on you."

If there was one thing Hongjoong wouldn't stand for, it would be being patronised. Flushed with frustration and pure embarrassment he smacked Seonghwa's hand away, resisting the urge to snap his neck in half. "Park Seonghwa... you son of a bitch!"

"I've been called worse."

He couldn't stand it anymore. If they weren't stuck in this damn house together he would have driven off and never looked back. Words couldn't describe his aggravation when he stormed off, with the bedroom door being slammed so hard the entire house shook.

Seonghwa's heart was racing. Each harsh beat pounded against his chest, leaving him with both emotional and physical pain that was sure to last throughout the day. How could he say that to him? Why would he do that to Hongjoong when he knew damn well what it would do to his head?

There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw himself at Hongjoong's feet and apologise even if he knew the chances of it being accepted were slim. He still loved him. Of course he did. A few months would never change two years of feelings.

Be that as it may, he just couldn't let his heart get hurt again. How could he commit after being so thoroughly wrecked in the beginning? If he could go back, he'd do it all over again. He would ignore the rumours. He would stay by Hongjoong's side. He wouldn't have introduced him to his parents. Seonghwa wouldn't have done any of it. All he would do is lay with him. Gently holding him in his arms to pass the time.

He envied his former self for having that opportunity. Even still, those times were gone. So with a sigh, Seonghwa brushed his hair back, plugged his earbuds into his phone, sat on the couch and drowned out the rest of the world.

I'm tired of it all.

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Yunho had barely talked to Mingi all day. Glued to his laptop, the barista would barely look away from his screen let alone leave the room. As far as Yunho knew, he hadn't even eaten anything since this morning.

For him, it was beyond worrying. What was he even working on? Every time he would ask, he got the same response: "school work" Which just couldn't be true. Mingi was too easygoing to spend this much time on an assignment. Was he talking to someone? The thought sat in the back of Yunho's mind all evening.

No. The two weren't in a relationship but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel some sort of possession over the younger student and the thought of him chatting with someone so profusely managed to tick him off quite a bit.

Enough so that when Mingi finally left for a bathroom, he snuck over to his bed to see what he was really doing. Thankfully, there wasn't a chat room open but instead, something much different...

Articles surrounding the JYP case filled his screen, from the list of victims to the exact location of their demise. "Why is he so persistent?" Muttered Yunho, clenching his jaw with ire.

Without a hint of hesitation, he clicked out of every single window, being sure to check and see if the docs were saved first to destroy any files. He scanned for the restart button and clicked it, bringing an update page to the screen. Yunho tsked and brushed himself off, before walking out to the living room.

Yawning, Mingi came back in, not phased by his roommate's disappearance as he simply went back to work. To his bewilderment, his laptop was updating. Strange. Especially since he didn't remember scheduling it to do so.

Even still, he shrugged. Maybe he had just forgotten about it. So he waited it out for a good twenty minutes. Damn you Windows. Always taking so long to update... After an agonisingly long period of time, it was finally done but his problems didn't stop there.

Mingi nearly screamed at the top of his lungs.

Gone. All of it. From his search history to all of his work. There was nothing left.

Yunho glanced down, seeing that Mingi had flopped to his side looking defeated. "What's wrong princess?" He chuckled, stroking the younger's orange hair.

The hesitance as he spoke, "I lost all my files for my next class..." was something Yunho definitely caught, yet he smiled nonetheless.

"What was it about?"

"Just music stuff..." He was a liar. Yunho knew it. He never appreciated being lied to. In fact, he downright despised it but he would give him a bit more time to come clean. So for now, he pulled Mingi closer, allowing him to rest his head against his chest.

"It's alright, princes. You must be tired. Relax."