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San🗿🗿:
hey Yunho
you know a lot of people right

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
depends
is my contact name still hoe themed

San🗿🗿:
n-no...

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
ah whatever
yeah I know most people at school
why ?

San🗿🗿:
Do you know someone whose name has something to do with Hwa?

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
Uhh a girl or a boy?

San🗿🗿:
Boy

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
Jonghwa? Yonghwa? Seonghwa?

San🗿🗿:
Um I know Yonghwa and Jonghwa
Who's Seonghwa?

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
I'll get u a pic of him from his instagram
Hmm
Okay it's sending

San🗿🗿:
YES HIM
fuck me he's handsome
Who is he ???

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
He's one of the dance team kids
Only reason I know him personally is because someone tried to set him up with me one time

San🗿🗿:
Set-
Set him up with-
Like
You mean like a date?

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
No San I mean set him up to fucking assassinate me
Yeah on a date

San🗿🗿:
B-but
That's??? Gay?? That is gay

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
Yeah that's why I said TRIED
He's gay and I was like sorry man

San🗿🗿:
I-
He's gay?? Oh shitt

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
Wym?? Did something happen?

San🗿🗿:
Ah it's nothing,,
One of my friends mentioned she was interested in him

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
A friend??? She ??
OHoHO SaaaNNN ;))

San🗿🗿:
No.

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
Okay damn lmao I see how it is
Anyway sucks to be her

San🗿🗿:
Okay thank u Yunho u were very helpful

Yunhoe🍑🍆:
👍🏻
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San sighed, covering his face with a pillow from his bed and quietly screaming into it. He didn't know why he felt so frustrated after the conversation with Yunho.

He told himself to be rational. San probably wasn't as close to Wooyoung as the other boy, Seonghwa. He didn't have the right to complain about Seonghwa getting a bit more privilege than him.

Yet, the thought of another boy, one that he knew was gay nonetheless, staying over at Wooyoung's house...
The image didn't make San too happy. Mad at his own muddled emotions, San took his poor pillow and flung it at the wall to his side, making a loud 'thump' sound.

He laid in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling, counting every speck of dust or spot he could find.

His phone buzzed. He lazily picked it up, glancing at the sender before tossing it back onto the bed. He didn't feel like talking to Mingi right now.

San began to question his emotions. Why did he feel upset? It wasn't as if it was his business in the first place. Wooyoung was merely a friend, who happened to have an attractive gay guy staying at his house.

Maybe San had the right to feel protective? That was definitely it. A concern that his close friend would be taken advantage of...

San nearly hit himself in the face at the stupid words he was coming up with. He knew damn well that Seonghwa wasn't the problem.

San spent a good few minutes convincing himself to stop being upset. It wasn't his business. He didn't own Wooyoung.

He rolled over, clutching the blankets on his bed as he turned his head to glance at the time.

It was 2:05am. San didn't know whether to cry over the fact that he had 5 hours left until school, or the fact that he probably wouldn't sleep tonight from stress.

He chose both.