:Park jongho:

No one pov:

Jongho was, to say was surprised is understandable when at 2 am of night. Someone knocks at their door and it was none other then Mingi, the star dancer of the school.

Ofc, jongho recognize him. He is san brother also. And jongho and san are both in football team.

"Oh hey." Mingi says nervously bending a lilas he was holding a wasted wooyoung with his (woo's) left arm around his (mingi's) neck and mingi left hand grabing it while the other hand of mingi was holding wooyoung by his waste for support. Wooyoung face was down. Jongho only blinks as he eyes then fell on both of them confused.

"Hi?" He says with an eyebrow raise.

"Ah, he got a lil drunk. Don't worry, I didn't do anything."

"Ah-huh." Jongho still not able to process anything, stood their with confusion.

"Mhm..would you mind?" Mingi words brought jongho back to earth.

"Oh yh! Thx by the way." Jongho grab wooyoung similar as mingi was holding him but he was bending as he is a lil taller than wooyoung but mingi was quite taller than wooyoung.

"Nah, its ok." Mingi straightened himself.

"Mhm.. do you want to come in?" Jongho ask still holding a wasted wooyoung who was leaning on jongho.

"No, no, its ok. I should take my leave now. Take care both of you. Bai."

"Bai mingi hyung and thx again."

Mingi smiles as after a nods, he walks back to his bike. He wear his helmet and wave at jongho who nods at him and drive away.

Jongho sigh as he looks at his wasted older brother.

Jongho smiles softly as it was the first time he had seen his sweet and fragile big brother like this.

Anyways, jongho close and lock the door and pick wooyoung up vridal style. Wooyoung head fall back similar with his hands and legs.

Jongho lay wooyoung on bed and left.

And that's how he tease wooyoung early morning saying he mumbled in his sleep which in fact he met mingi.

Oh! Yh, jongho didn't forget to place a hangover medicine with water besides wooyoung bed which wooyoung was glad for.

..........

It was evening, as jongho just have get off his football training and now its time for home.

Jongho grab his bag from the locker. The school was almost empty. Most of his football team members have left also including san.

You can say it was only jongho now.

Jongho makes his way out of the dressing room but stop when his eyes fell on a leaning figure with the pole of the football ground.

The figure was wearing a black cap covering their face and a black long coat in which his hands were in pockets. With dark blue ripe jeans and black combat shoes.

Setting sun light was falling on the two as they were the only ones their.

"Who are you?" The figure looks at where jongho is and straightened them to face him.

"Park jongho?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Or.. should I say.... kim jongho."

.............

It was late night. Wooyoung was now worried, jongho is always at home by now. Where the heck he is?

Wooyoung looks at the clock for the thousand time.

It reads 2:34 am.

"Damn, jong, where are you?" Wooyoung mumbled to himself when the front door open and wooyoung runs to see who is it and it was jongho looking quite tired.

Wooyoung runs to jongho.

"Jong! You ok? Where were you? Do you know how much worried I was? What happen? Is everything ok? Did something happen?" Jongho smiles at wooyoung through tiredness and strake his face.

"Hyung, I am perfectly fine and yh, sorry about lateness, my bike tire got punched and I have to walk all the way to here."

"Oh. You should have text me."

"My phone died." Jongho shows wooyoung his dead phone.

Wooyoung smiles and hug jongho.

"I got so worried that something happen to you. Don't do that again."

Jongho nods.

"Ok, do you want something to eat?" Jongho shakes his head.

"Nah, just wants to sleep." Wooyoung nods.

"Ok, but first go and take a shower, you stinks." Wooyoung laugh as jongho pouts but smile afterwards.

"And this stinks is your brother." Jongho kiss wooyoung on vheeks and runs to his room.

"Aish, idiot." Wooyoung smiles as he check the locks and walks to his room as well for sleep.

.........

A knock disturb him from his thoughts.

"Come in." He said with horse voice.

"Hong, you ok? I feel something is bothering you. You didn't even come to have dinner. And-" seonghwa eyes fell on the untouched dinner besides hongjoong comfy sofa on which he is laying and looking at the couch.

Yes, hongjoong is in his office/studio. Hongjoong likes to produce songs in his free times, he is a famous mystery producer as well.

Seonghwa frown as he sits besides hongjoong on window frame and place his hand on hong's arm.

"Hong, what's wrong?"

"Hyung, I don't know. I was so sure he was him. Heck! He is him!"

"Who is who, hong?" Seonghwa asked confused.

Hongjoong sits straight and looks in seonghwa eyes while placing his free  hand on seonghwa's hand which is on his other arm.

"Jongho"

Seonghwa gasp.

"You-you find him?"

Hongjoong looks down and shakes his head.

"I was so sure, he was our jongho but.."

Flashback earlier:

"Or...should I say... kim jongho"

A silence fell upon them.

"You are him, aren't you?" Hongjoong says as he takes a step towards jongho. Jongho stays still with a serious face.

"I-i know you are him. You are kim jongho."

Hongjoong takes another step towards jongho.

"You are my jongho" now hongjoong and jongho were just a feet apart. Hongjoong strokes jongho face loveilgy with one hand while with other he take off his hat.

"Why, I didn't see it earlier. These eyes, face, nose, cheeks, everything.-"

"I am not who you are looking for."

"Huh?" Hongjoong looks at jongho with a confused frown.

"I am not your brother. And I am not kim jongho. I am park jongho and I have nothing to do with any of you."

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Ohh~~ now whats gonna happen!

Any ideas?

'Targetauthor!'

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