tw: GORE, descriptions of murder, abuse and mentions of c*nnibalism

you chose:
a) go back to his dorm

* * *

Seonghwa had never expected this to happen.

Yeosang had killed himself -- something he'd never anticipated, and something he'd never thought the man had in him either. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

Betrayal at what Yeosang had done sunk into him like venomous fangs, contaminating his bloodstream and rotting all the happiness he'd felt last night with Wooyoung. Earlier that morning had been amazing too, the younger's presence elevating his mood and filling him with so much joy, only for Yeosang to die and put a setback to all his plans.

Why would you do this to me? To us? Seonghwa couldn't help but think as he marched around the living room, casting hurried glances at San every now and then to check how he was doing with those text messages.

"How close are you to finishing?" Seonghwa asked the younger, stepping closer to peer over his shoulder.

San was nervous. It was obvious from the intense furrow of his brows and how he kept chewing on his bottom lip over and over again. In his hands were Wooyoung's and Yeosang's phones, dutifully working on deleting any and all messages that'd been sent between them.

"I'm almost done with unlocking Wooyoung's phone," San answered, nibbling his lip. "But every message Yeosang's sent has been erased without a trace."

Yeosang's phone had been the easiest for San to manipulate. But Wooyoung's own proved to be a hassle at the complicated coding San had to maneuver through to get the device to open up. Seonghwa definitely hadn't anticipated Wooyoung to be so intricate with his security choices, but he guessed it made sense as the younger had endured a lot of crap from his overly strict parents.

Seonghwa placed an assuring hand on San's shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm so grateful."

San beamed, showcasing his deep dimples. "It's nothing. Wooyoung shouldn't know anything before it's time, right?"

"Right," Seonghwa smiled. He felt a bit of guilt as the younger male was missing his classes to do this for him, but this was nothing but Yeosang's fault. If he hadn't died, everything would've went along smoothly. Things would've been infinitely less difficult if the black haired man had been just a little bit more coorperative and loyal to him.

At least they had a chance to fix things before it was too late.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stared down the hallway. Wooyoung was in his room, peacefully unconscious. Hongjoong had informed them the dose he'd given would wake him up a few hours later, which left them with ample time to get everything sorted out. They couldn't afford Wooyoung running off before everything started.

"I'm going to go check up on the others. Good work, Sannie," Seonghwa encouraged with a grin. San returned a bright grin of his own. "Also...he has this friend of his from school in his contacts."

"Choi Jongho?" San questioned. Wooyoung's phone sat in his hands, its home screen on display. At Seonghwa's nod, he added, "Should I get rid of his contact? Fend him off Wooyoung by sending horrible texts to him?"

"No, there's no need for that," Seonghwa replied. "We don't need to do anything with him yet."

Something shimmered in San's crinkled eyes at the older's words. It was that same look he had with a knife in his hand as he mercilessly sliced open his latest catch for use. He giggled. "Yet?"

Seonghwa chuckled. San's excitement was contagious. "Mhm."

He soon left the younger boy to the phones, exiting the apartment complex to make his way to the back. The trees surrounding the building had blocked out most of the mid-afternoon sunlight, veiling the area in mist and a lifeless grey undertone. But Seonghwa liked it like that; made it a little easier to breathe.

It took about ten minutes of strolling into the woods behind the apartment for him to spot Hongjoong and Yunho, who were bent over Yeosang's corpse, working on dismembering it.

Since Yeosang had been one of them before he'd died, they weren't going to preserve him in the apartment. Instead, they were cutting him up and placing him into several bags so he'd be easier to carry once Mingi arrived, letting all the excess blood drain into the soil.

"Is San done with those phones?" Hongjoong asked as soon as his eyes met Seonghwa's. His cherry coloured hair was tied away from his face, and he yanked out his glove to wipe off the beads of sweat coating his temple.

"Almost. We have to make Wooyoung think everything's fake," Seonghwa answered. He knew he shouldn't have felt this way about his previous friend, but the sight of Yeosang's body was just urging him to disfigure it even more than it already was. He was fuelled with so much rage and disappointment that he just wanted to do unspeakable things to his mangled flesh, but he knew nothing good would've came out of that. Yeosang was already dead, and dead people couldn't feel pain.

"Good job, Yun," Seonghwa congratulated the other man silently working with Hongjoong. There were times where Yunho's exceeding silence bothered him, and sometimes it made him feel bad. Half of his elusive behaviour came as a result of what Seonghwa had done to him before, after all. He'd hoped slipping in his childhood nickname for Yunho would've lightened up the dreary atmosphere.

Yunho just shrugged and nodded. Seonghwa crouched beside him, examining his near excellent cuts. Every piece was clean and precise. He felt proud.

"Are you still mad at me for what I did?" Seonghwa lowly asked as Hongjoong finished putting every piece into the bags.

Yunho shook his head, trying to keep his expression levelled. But Seonghwa could read him loud and clear.

"Open your mouth," he gently instructed.

Yunho did, slowly, revealing half the tongue Seonghwa had snipped off during a fight they'd had a year prior to now.

"I'm still sorry about that too," Seonghwa said, running his fingers through the back of Yunho's dark hair. "At least it doesn't look as bad as it did before, right?"

Yunho didn't reply, but he didn't need to. With the way he leaned into Seonghwa's touch, it was obvious he'd already forgiven him for that.

And he'd always had, ever since they'd met when Seonghwa was just thirteen years of age.

"Thank you." Seonghwa closed in the space between them to press a chaste kiss on Yunho's forehead, before hopping to his feet while Hongjoong busied himself with cleaning all the knives they'd used.

By the time they arrived back to the apartment, the sky had begun to darken. Seonghwa rushed up the stairs to see San leaving what used to be Yeosang's room, his phone in his pockets.

"He'd already gotten rid of Whiskers before I had the chance to," San said upon meeting him, flicking off imaginary sweat from his brows. "Which was just great, because killing animals? I can't do that shit. But his room's been emptied out, so no need to worry about that."

Seonghwa laughed. "Thanks so much, San."

"You're welcome. Where are Hongjoong and Yunho though? I need a hug," San inquired with a pout.

"They're coming." Seonghwa walked up to the island, spotting Wooyoung's phone idle on the surface. He picked it up. "I need to put this back into Wooyoung's room before he wakes."

San gave him a knowing look. "Alright."

Babyish pink dusted the apples of Seonghwa's cheeks, which he failed to hide on time.

"Oh my god, you're blushing," San cooed.

"I will stab you."

"Who's stabbing who?" Hongjoong remarked, stepping into the kitchen. Instantly, San's arms found their way around him. "You're lucky I didn't get Yeosang's blood all over me."

"I wouldn't have minded either way."

Seonghwa decided to leave them be, walking past Yunho to get to Wooyoung's room. He inhaled a huge breath, before twisting open the door knob.

A few feet away was Wooyoung on his bed, tucked under the sheets with a serene expression. So beautiful.

Seonghwa fully entered, placing Wooyoung's phone on the bedside table before sitting next to him. The exuberant sunset fell through the windowpanes, encasing Wooyoung's skin in marigold.

The sight had Seonghwa speechless, butterflies fluttering about in his abdomen as his fingers smoothed over the younger's locks, heart warming at how soft they felt under his palm.

"I'm so sorry that this happened dear, but it was necessary," Seonghwa whispered. The adoration and fondness he felt for Wooyoung ran so deep they became harder and harder to control day by day. But the man wouldn't have it any other way. His feelings for the younger gave him strength, made him feel alive. Wooyoung was his oxygen, his heartbeat. Without him, Seonghwa didn't know what he would've done with himself all these years.

"I love you, Youngie," he continued, faintly cupping the younger's cheek. Tears stung the corners of his eyes. "I've loved you for so many years, and...and now that you're finally here, I want to be with you. Only you."

Seonghwa wiped off the tear that rolled down his cheek, and stood up, making his way to the closet at the corner. He gulped as soon as he pushed it open, a whole new wave of emotions engulfing him when his eyes fell on Wooyoung's hung clothes.

He took the beige scarf he'd seen Wooyoung wear out a couple times, and held it up to his nose, insides purring at how expensive and sweet it was. It smelled just like Wooyoung, which was perfect.

He returned the scarf and took a woollen jacket next, sniffing it like he'd done with the scarf. He felt his anxieties decrease with each clothing he went through, revelling in Wooyoung's lovely, amazing scent. How he longed to hold the younger as close as he was doing with his clothes, to feel his warm body under his as they basked in their love for each other.

A thirteen-year-old Seonghwa had just exited his last class for the day, making sure to lower his head so he wouldn't accidentally make eye contact with anyone that'd take offense to it.

That didn't mean he wasn't pushed around by a few boys in the hallway, though. They wickedly laughed when he nearly fell over, making jokes about how scrawny and weak he was.

But Seonghwa ignored them all. He was used to it.

He continued to walk, avoiding everyone as he made his way down the stairwell. On instinct, the students that saw him moved away. No one wanted to touch someone who they believed killed his own brother three years ago.

Yet again, Seonghwa ignored them. Ignored all the jests and finger-pointing and menacing laughter, because he did know what he'd done.

Yes, he'd killed his brother because he hadn't listened to him, but obviously Seonghwa wouldn't tell anyone that. So, he let the rumours spread, allowed everyone else to add and subtract their own details of what they'd thought happened back then. After all, they couldn't use his words against him if he had no words to begin with.

He soon left the school gates, only for a shoulder to roughly push him aside.

"Watch it, freak," Bang Daehyung, one of the scariest students of their grade spat. He stared at Seonghwa like he was nothing but trash.

Seonghwa looked away, preparing to leave when Daehyung shoved him with more force than was necessary, causing him to stumble and fall.

Seonghwa scraped his elbow on the pavement as a result, but he didn't let the pain he felt show on his face.

"Aren't you gonna apologize to me?" Daehyung asked with a cruel smirk.

The sky was overcast, clouds heavy with impending rainfall. Seonghwa stared at the other students who avoided the scene before them and wondered if things would've been different if he'd been the one who held that sort of power that Daehyung had instead.

"Apologize, punk!" Daehyung yelled, smacking his head. But Seonghwa didn't reply. He'd gotten enough beatings from his parents to become immune to their impact. After all, their favourite twin was the one who'd died.

A few of Daehyung's friends showed up, the one girl in the group snatching Seonghwa's school bag from his arms. He let it go with little resistance.

"A murderer doesn't deserve a school bag," she taunted, ripping the ratty thing open and spilling its contents all over the ground.

"Oh my god, Lee Yoora, you're awesome," Daehyung cheered, kicking the pencils into the empty road and tearing every paper he saw into pieces.

"Jaehwa should've lived instead of you, freak," another one of Daehyung's friends sneered, hitting Seonghwa's forehead over and over again with his index finger. "I talked to him once. Was actually decent and much better than a loser like you."

Rain started falling heavily, causing the group of friends to quickly scatter off into another direction. Chills descended Seonghwa's spine at the freezing downpour, his teeth clattering due to the cold.

He crawled over to what remained of his discarded bag, trying his best to salvage what he could, though it wasn't much anyway. It'd take quite some time to replace everything that'd been destroyed.

Luckily, he still had a bit of money left to take the bus, but before he could get there he needed to walk, and he didn't have an umbrella.

Seonghwa walked for a bit, but stopped when the frustration and unfairness of it all dawned on him. He hated this. He hated this so, so much.

At one point, he just lingered at the side of the road, letting the rain consume his entire body.

But...that was before a black car rolled to a stop in front of him. It was one of those high-end brands that Seonghwa wouldn't have been able to buy even if he started saving up for it now.

The tinted windows reflected off Seonghwa's confusion until one of them rolled down, revealing a boy who looked a little younger than he was with a very, very cute face.

"You must be really cold," the boy spoke politely, his tone sympathetic. He passed an umbrella into Seonghwa's shivering hands, as well as a thermos that warmed him right up.

"Wooyoung!" The thin man in the driver's seat scolded, a scowl prominent on his weathered face. "You need that for the tutoring session with your cousins!"

"He clearly needs it more than me," 'Wooyoung' bit back with a pout, looking extremely annoyed with the older man.

Seonghwa swallowed, unable to say any words. Wooyoung was so adorable.

"I'm sorry about your bag," Wooyoung continued, and Seonghwa had the urge to hide the hideous thing from his curious eyes. "Sejun-ssi, give him the candy. My cousins don't need them anyway."

"You'll be in trouble if your parents find out," Sejun sighed, but did as Wooyoung asked. He brought out a bag hidden somewhere, before handing it to Seonghwa without so much of a glance.

But Seonghwa was grateful all the same. "T-Thank you," he stuttered out, voice barely audible over the loud rainfall.

"You're welcome!" Wooyoung grinned. Even his teeth were adorable. "Hope you like candy..."

"I-I do," Seonghwa quickly nodded.

"We need to go now else we'll be late," Sejun stated, missing the way Wooyoung silently mocked him from the backseat. It made Seonghwa crack a smile.

"Bye bye!" Wooyoung waved at Seonghwa as the car drove off, his voice ringing in Seonghwa's ears even after he'd long disappeared.

Seonghwa opened the plum coloured umbrella and put the bag of candy inside his battered school bag, tearing up at how nice Wooyoung had been to him.

He sipped on the thermos, the tasty hot chocolate erasing half the cold he felt. Wooyoung's wide smiles got rid of the rest.

After that day, he knew he wouldn't be able to ever forget Wooyoung and what he'd done for him.

Seonghwa cringed at the memory, embarrassment swimming in his veins because Wooyoung had seen him in a horrid state the first time they'd met.

It doesn't matter now, Seonghwa smiled, pulling on another one of Wooyoung's jackets. He needed to do this to calm down and feel less nervous, and it was working. Just breathing in the younger's scent did wonders. Wooyoung's here with you right now. And that's what matters.

He took a navy blue beanie, tugging it over his blond hair. He wished the room had a mirror so he could admire how he looked at that moment.

Keeping his eyes on Wooyoung's sleeping form, he pulled off a hoodie from the hanger, contemplating if he should wear it or not.

A folded paper dropped out of its pockets.

Seonghwa paused, before neatly placing the hoodie on the bed and picking up the paper.

A typed note greeted his eyes when he opened it.

'Hello Wooyoung. This is Yeosang.

I'm guessing by the time you're reading this, I'll already be dead. Sorry about that.

I'm sorry about all the promises I made too, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

Please, leave this apartment. Leave it and go back to where you lived before.

Seonghwa's fucking obsessed with you. He told me during my first week here about how he's 'so close' to having you and how he's loved you for ten years.

The others here aren't innocent either. San and Hongjoong aren't as friendly as they seem, and they enjoy murdering people. Yunho and Mingi aren't even boyfriends, and Mingi is far from being rich. They're just one of the many character roles given to them by Seonghwa, similar to how Seonghwa keeps calling us his 'family'.

I did bad things too, but I wished I'd never gotten involved with them. They kill and eat people Wooyoung, and hell, ever since I discovered that I'd tried my hardest to leave. But Seonghwa was always one step ahead. He knew too much about me.

As soon as you read this, get out. Please, before they get you too.'

Seonghwa's hands twitched as he finished reading the note, biting his lip so hard it started to bleed.

How could Yeosang have done this? The fact that Wooyoung would've eventually found that note filled Seonghwa with unquenchable rage. He suddenly wished Yeosang was alive, just so he'd take the pleasure of ripping him apart and watch as the life in his eyes faded out.

He crushed the paper and shoved it into his pocket. That very second, Wooyoung stirred in his bed.

Before Seonghwa could say anything, Wooyoung's eyes snapped open, surveying his environment with an unnerving quietness.

As soon as he saw Seonghwa however, he sat up. The petrified look on his face made the man feel like a monster.

Seonghwa gulped. "Wooyoung -- "

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Wooyoung snapped. He looked so angry, so fed up of everything. And Seonghwa didn't like it. He only wanted him to be happy.

Seonghwa gave him a smile. Even with Wooyoung just waking up, he looked splendid. "I wanted to check up on you."

"You're wearing my clothes." There was an edge to Wooyoung's voice. "First, you entered my room without my permission, and now you're going through my clothes. Fantastic."

Seonghwa took off the shorter's beanie, shame prickling him. "I'm sorry. I...I didn't know what came over me."

Wooyoung barely paid attention to his excuse, throwing off his bedsheets and jumping out of his bed, already on his way outside.

Seonghwa hurriedly followed after him. "Wooyoung -- "

"Don't fucking call my name," the younger hissed, marching into the kitchen. Hongjoong, San and Yunho turned to watch him just as he'd arrived. "Where is Yeosang?"

"Oh," San fixed his hair, shooting Seonghwa a brief glance, "he left earlier. Doesn't live here anymore."

"Yeosang died," Wooyoung pressed, and then pointed a finger at Hongjoong. His next words were like ice. "And you did something to me. All of you did. What the hell did you do?!"

Hongjoong raised his hands in defense. "Woah, slow down there. I didn't do anything to you. And like San said, Yeosang left the apartment. You probably just had a nightmare again."

"You're lying! You're all liars!" Wooyoung yelled, fists tightly curled at his sides.

"Wooyoung, it's okay. Calm down," Seonghwa said, placing his hand on the shorter's back. His anger worried him, yet fascinated him at the same time. It reminded him of when he'd almost choked San, and the thought of him being that unhinged again gave Seonghwa the strangest sense of satisfaction.

Wooyoung flinched like he'd been shot, taking a few steps back. He rubbed his neck. "Stay away from me."

Seonghwa looked at the rest of his flatmates. They were all quiet, surprised at the younger's outburst although it had happened before.

'Should we do something?' Hongjoong mouthed.

Seonghwa shook his head. The last thing he needed was getting Wooyoung sedated again when the boy had just regained his consciousness. "Hey, Wooyoung... There's no need to be scared. Nothing's wrong. You're okay."

Wooyoung grabbed the knife on the countertop, to everyone's shock.

Hongjoong stood up from where he sat, eyes focused on the knife. Once again, Seonghwa stopped him from attacking. Nothing was happening to Wooyoung in this place.

"Woo, drop that knife. It's not safe to play with right now," Seonghwa instructed, keeping his voice as gentle as he possibly could.

Wooyoung was hyperventilating, swishing the knife about like he didn't know what to do with it.

Seonghwa took a step closer. "Wooyoung..."

Wooyoung launched at him with the knife.

"Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa braced himself for the impact, for the pain because there was no way in hell he was going to lay his hands on Wooyoung, only for him to not feel anything.

Someone that wasn't him fell to the floor, red seeping through their white tshirt. Yunho.

Yunho didn't put up a fight even as Wooyoung continued to stab him in blind fury, blood splattering everywhere, and god, it hurt Seonghwa to watch even when he knew that time would've came sooner or later.

He was almost afraid of what he'd created when he saw how downright entertained Hongjoong and San were at everything going on. Almost.

Wooyoung dropped the knife and crawled away, streaks of blood staining his face and arms. He wouldn't stop shaking.

"...Fuck," San cursed. Now he looked sorrowful. "What do we do now?"

"Wooyoung won't remember all this in a few hours," Seonghwa answered, kneeling beside Yunho's lifeless body. Today had turned out much different than what he'd hoped, and he felt sorry that his friend had to end up losing his life as a result.

"I'm sorry Yun..." He held Yunho to his chest, and gave him one last hug. "Thank you for everything."

Mingi showed up half an hour later, and although he'd been really stunned at what Wooyoung had done to Yunho, he helped clean the kitchen and got everything ready in his van in the nick of time.

"I'll stay with Wooyoung. He'll most likely snap out of it in a while, and I want to be there with him when he does," Seonghwa told his remaining roommates. "And as always, make sure you don't get caught."

Hongjoong laughed. "Why would we get caught?"

"I saw that Jongho guy an hour ago," Mingi suddenly spoke. Those were his first words for the night after learning that Yunho was dead. "He was in Swarovski too, but didn't notice me. Said something to his cousin about meaning to visit Wooyoung but not wanting to seem clingy."

Seonghwa's jaw tensed at the mention of the male. "Okay. Thanks for the info."

"Are we going to do something to him?" San questioned, eyes shimmering with hope.

Seonghwa stared at the dark sky. "Not yet." He cleared his throat. "You guys need to leave now, so you can come back in time for dinner."

The three men nodded, and soon enough, they were gone.

* * *

Seonghwa hummed a simple tune to himself as he filled the bathtub in the second bathroom with water, watching the sparkling bath bombs fizzle out as soon as he dropped them in.

He planned on making the water as bubbly and as comfortable as possible, so Wooyoung would be able to relax in it when the time came.

After setting the bath, he left for the kitchen and saw Wooyoung sitting in the same spot he'd been before. He grinned, kneeling in front of the younger.

"Hey, Woo," he said, "you okay now?"

The older had been careful to wipe off all the blood he'd found on Wooyoung's body before he returned to being more aware, but that didn't stop him from feeling anxious when the shorter blinked, making eye contact with him.

"Where... Where am I?" Wooyoung asked.

"You're in the kitchen. You must be tired, right?" Seonghwa massaged his smaller hands. Happiness flowed through him when Wooyoung didn't react negatively. "How about a warm bath?"

"You have a bathtub?"

Seonghwa laughed, pulling Wooyoung to his feet. "Yes. We don't really use it, but I'll make an exception for you."

"...Okay. But, how did I end up on the kitchen floor?"

Seonghwa intertwined their fingers, taking them upstairs to where the second bathroom was located. "You slipped. Nothing big."

"Where are the others?" Wooyoung asked just as they entered. Seonghwa turned to watch him.

"They went out. Yeosang doesn't live with us anymore, and Yunho..." Seonghwa sighed, "Yunho went to his parents' to stay with them for an indefinite period of time."

Wooyoung looked down. "Oh."

He obviously wasn't all there yet, considering the fact that he'd said nothing about how bits of red coloured his shirt, or why Seonghwa was still in the bathroom with him.

"I'll leave you to enjoy your bath. Just put the clothes into the laundry basket over there," Seonghwa said, about to go out when Wooyoung's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You...you can stay."

"What?" Seonghwa made a move to turn again, but the younger's voice halted him.

"No. Stay where you are. After I get um, undressed, and enter the bathtub, then you can turn around."

Seonghwa couldn't help the chuckle that left him. "Seriously?"

"Mhm. I don't really feel safe here alone." Seonghwa saw Wooyoung's shirt and shorts get thrown into the basket, and it took everything in him to keep his feet in place. "You can, well, move now I guess."

Seonghwa did as he asked, throat dry. There he saw the younger in the bathtub, the bubbles coating his smooth skin like crystals. He looked ravishing.

He smiled as Wooyoung began to poke at the bubbles. "You okay?"

"My brain feels a bit weird, but I feel fine," Wooyoung answered.

He doesn't remember anything that happened, Seonghwa thought. "Do you like the bath?"

"Yeah," the younger male smiled. "I do. Thanks."

Seonghwa drifted closer until Wooyoung was a mere few inches away from him. He poked a bubble as well, surprised when Wooyoung blew a bunch of them over his nose.

"Don't touch the bubbles," Wooyoung commanded. He looked like such a doll sitting there, with sparkling soap all over him, his brown eyes round and plump lips as kissable as ever.

"Yes sir."

Wooyoung grinned, cocking his head to the side as he observed Seonghwa's face. The older wanted to know what he was thinking right then.

"What's wrong?" He decided on asking.

"Nothing. Just," Wooyoung shrugged, "you seem...familiar sometimes."

Seonghwa just stayed there, afraid to reveal the fact that they had in fact known each other before. He chewed his lip in thought, noticing how Wooyoung stared at it unabashedly.

It'd grown quiet now. So quiet, that Seonghwa couldn't even hear them breathe. All he could focus on was Wooyoung, who'd gradually shortened the distance between them.

"You're so fucking hot," Wooyoung muttered as their foreheads grazed, and the compliment made Seonghwa warm and fuzzy inside. "Please...please kiss me."

Seonghwa didn't need any further reassurances. Their lips met in a steamy embrace, teeth clashing and eager tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Seonghwa's heart squeezed with pleasure as Wooyoung pulled him even closer, his warm and soft body doing things to his sanity.

Wooyoung sank into him in the best of ways as Seonghwa kissed all over his wet, supple skin, and god, he wished he was inside that bathtub right now.

Someone knocked on the door, distracting the both of them. Seonghwa would've ignored the knock if not for how urgent it sounded.

Hating that he just had to be disrupted when Wooyoung was now opening himself up to him, he pulled away, stepping out of the bathroom to meet San. And the man looked panicked.

"What is it?" He questioned, not in the mood to converse when he had Wooyoung waiting for him.

"It's Jongho," San replied. "He's outside the apartment with his cousin, asking if he can talk to Wooyoung."

"Fuck!" Seonghwa yelled, frustratedly raking his hands down his hair. Why did Jongho feel the need to come now of all times?

what does seonghwa do next?

a) tell wooyoung jongho's around

b) meet jongho himself

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a/n: i never said jongho couldn't change his mind ;)) he's jus a worried boi

also, seonghwa in my seongjoong fic would give this seonghwa a big scolding lmao

thoughts?