The night of October 12th, Seonghwa laid in his dorm, not sleeping, but thinking.

Did everything really just change in one night?

He rolled over.

Maybe. . . Yeosang doesn't want to be together any- but the thought was shaken from his head. He'd met Yeosang barely a year ago, after moving for University, but they were Souls. Seonghwa knew this.

Not only due to their very obvious birthmarks but the emotional and physical feelings which accompanied them.

Tossing and turning, he awoke his dormmate.

"Park Seonghwa!" The other groaned, annoyed. "Sleep!"

"Yeah, sorry, Hongjoong." He tried to stay still. . . But, "Joong, actually, can we talk. Please?"

Glancing at his phone, Hongjoong saw it was one am, he'd have to be up in five hours, but even in the dark he could see his friend's glossy eyes looking up at him. So he tried not to sigh. "Of course, Hwa, what's up?"

Subconsciously touching next to his eye, Seonghwa spoke. "It's my, well-- Yeosang- he. . ."

"Yeah. . ." Hongjoong tried. "I noticed he stopped coming around, and you've been irritable. Your desk is even a mess."

To Hongjoong's great relief, this earned a chuckle from the older. "I know. . . He, Yeosang--he, cheated o-on me."

Oh. Hongjoong was wide awake now. "Seonghwa," the younger breathed. "I'm so sorry. . ."

"B-but I love him." He tried not to sob. "So much it hurts. I-I haven't tried to talk since that n-night. Neither has Yeo though," he scoffed, "and he's the one that screwed up, right? So why should I go back to him after? UGH." Forcefully falling back onto his bed, Seonghwa waited for the other's answer.

"What happened? I mean," Hongjoong clarified, "how did he cheat?"

Seonghwa rolled over in bed to face the shorter's bed. "It was one of his friend's parties, at a club. So Yeo was drinking, and of course there were touchy people, I mean the boy is gorgeous," Seonghwa scoffed. "I knew he shouldn't of worn that skirt but-"

"Seonghwa," the younger cut in. "Are you serious right now? You're actually going to blame what he was wearing? People shouldn't be touchy no matter what he's wearing unless he allows it."

Seonghwa's cheeks heated up in realization and he cringed at himself. "Sorry. . . you're right. I guess I'm," he groaned again. "I'm just trying to find excuses. . ."

When Hongjoong didn't answer, the older continued. "Anyway, my eomma called, needing help with Appa. So I had to leave, but it didn't even take long so I came back to the club like barely an hour later. A-and, he was practically in someone's lap, full on making out with the guy. I-I, it's like my heart broke. . .and then he turned and saw me. The look on Yeo's face when he saw me." Seonghwa shuddered at the memory. ". . .He looked terrified. But I just left. And we haven't talked since."

Hongjoong thought for a moment. "Well the silent treatment sounds healthy."

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa scoffed. "Tell me about it."

In the darkness, the older looked over at Hongjoong. "Do-- do you think he regrets it. . .?"

"Oh, Hyung," Hongjoong cooed. "Yes." He looked toward the other bed, trying to find his hyung's starry eyes in the dark. "I've not met my Soul yet--fingers crossed--but the way you two are around each other, he's clearly in love with you, Hwa."

"Not an excuse," he sighed, "but you said he was drinking right? So, I don't know, he wasn't in full control. But if he knew that would happen," Hongjoong had had enough of playing devil's advocate, "Yeosang shouldn't of drank that much."

Seonghwa merely brushed it off. "He's never had much to drink before, since his parents are heavily against it. I really don't think he knew what would happen."

"Hongjoong. . ." Seonghwa was scared of the answer he'd find, but still, he asked." If Yeosang slept with someone, do you think I'd know? B-because of the bond?"

Hongjoong glanced up, surprised. "I thought Yeosang was demi, anyway?"

Seonghwa nodded, biting his lip. "He is. . ."

Hongjoong knew this question was mere wistful thinking. "No, Hyung," he decided the truth was best. "You've been together under a year. Even if emotionally it feels far longer, the bond wouldn't have strengthened yet."

Checking the time, Hongjoong saw it was past one thirty, still, hopefully, Yeosang had his ringer on. "Call Yeosang." He stated.

"Like, right now?" Seonghwa hadn't even thought of that. "It's so late. . ."

"Will you have the guts to do it if you wait till morning?" Hongjoong shook his head. "Seonghwa, I think you need the push your current emotions are giving."

And Seonghwa nodded. Reaching for the phone, he held his breath as it rang. . .and rang. . .and went to voicemail.

Sighing he shut it off and turned back to Hongjoong, shaking his head. "I-I just want him back. . . I miss him."

"I know, Hyung. . ." Hongjoong could hear the hurt in his voice and wished he could do something to cure it. But only Yeosang held that power. "I'm so sorry he didn't answer. Let's try to sleep, yeah?"

And so the two stilled; sleep finally came. . .

~~~

"Uh, hi."

Seonghwa glanced up from his laptop, americano with four pumps held frozen against his lips. In front of him stood a shorter boy, avoiding eye contact. Shin-bi, as Seonghwa later called him.

Looking at the boy's face, Seonghwa finally saw it.

"Oh! Woah. . .Uh, h-hi." He stuttered out.

The boy looked at him, and Seonghwa at the boy.

"Your mark. . ." They said together, touching next to their respective eyes. Then laughed.

Yeosang smirked, now a little more comfortable, "Jinx."

"Uh," he smiled. "My name's Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa." Shaking his head, he set down the coffee.

"I'm Yeosang." The boy looked at him expectantly, and Seonghwa realized he was waiting for an invitation. So he asked, "Want to have a seat?"

So Yeosang sat.

"You're very pretty." The older stated, while sipping his drink. And Yeosang's eyes widened looking at him, "O-oh," before twisting his hands in his lap, "thanks."

Yeosang looked back up with dusted cheeks, "You're very forward."

Seonghwa only smiled, "I'm an affectionate person. . . ." Leaning back in his chair, he continued. "Wow, this is really, really weird. You're sure our marks are the same, right?"

"Um, yeah?" Yeosang laughed. "But, like, don't you feel comfortable around me or something?"

Seonghwa nodded. He did, which made the whole thing stranger.

Continuing his questions, Yeosang asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen, will be twenty in April, and you?"

"Eighteen. . ." Yeosang's latte had come a second earlier and he was sipping it, trying not to freak out.

"Just call me Hyung then?" Seonghwa suggested and the younger nodded. "You're pretty, too, Hyung. . ."

Seonghwa smiled, "I know," and winked causing Yeosang to groan, again. "I can't believe we met like five minutes ago, though, it feels like I've known you for months at least."

Yeosang smiled now, "Yeah. . ." softly whispering, I feel the same.

Glancing at the time, the older sighed, "I have to get to class, very unfortunate, but can I have your number please, Yeosang?"

Of course, the younger nodded and held his hand out for Seonghwa's phone. Embarrassingly for him, though, the older owned an iphone which Yeosang didn't know how to use.

Cute, the older thought.

They drifted apart, Seonghwa leaving through the coffeeshop door. . . Memories coming and going, drifting, through Seonghwa's sleeping mind; he dreamt of their fights, their make-ups, their dates, until his mind settled again.

The two were cuddled together in Seonghwa's dorm room. After Yeosang's 19th birthday, he was finally allowed to spend the night.

It was summer session, which Seonghwa decided to take, but Hongjoong was still spending the vacation with his family.

"Yeosang. . ." he whispered, nuzzling into the little spoon's blond hair, "I love you."

And Yeosang giggled, finally throwing the phone he was scrolling through onto the opposite bed. He had more important things to worry about than charging it.

"Hmm, do you~?" Yeosang teased. And he giggled his adorable giggle as Seonghwa tickled his sides under the sheets.

Turning around in the older's arms, Yeosang looked up at his Soul. "I love you, Hyung."

Seonghwa leaned down to kiss him, softly, and pulled away. But Yeosang whined and climbed up, straddling Seonghwa as he lay down on the bed. Leaning down with palms pressed on his Soul's chest, Yeosang began to kiss. Starting at Seonghwa's forehead, over to his mark, down his temple, down his jaw. . . Yeosang's lips moved.

The older felt breathes on his neck as Yeosang spoke. "I love you, Seonghwa."

And he smiled. "Yeosang-ah, I'll always love you."

The younger continued to kiss down his neck, around his collar bones, and up the other side. . . "Oppa~" he whined, and Seonghwa choked.

"OKAAYYY! Way to ruin the soft moment, Sangie." Seonghwa was flushed, trying not to scream, but the younger merely giggled.

Pushing Yeosang up until he was seated over his abdomen, he could clearly see Yeosang smirking. "Don't act like you didn't like it."

"I'll act however I want," Seonghwa said. "Thank you very much."

He pushed himself from the bed until he, too, was seated, and Yeosang slid perfectly into his lap.

Running a hand through the blond hair, Yeosang whined and rocked his hips, but a hand shot to his waist, holding him still.

"Hyung," he said, "you should dye your hair."

Seonghwa was busy marking the boy's neck, but hummed as he moved to the other side. "What color do you want it to be?"

Yeosang thought, "Pink."

"Anything for you, my darling Shin-bi~" and Seonghwa continu---

BEEP - BEEP - BE--

~~~

Shooting up from the pillows, Seonghwa wanted to cry. He grabbed his phone, silenced the alarm, and rolled out of bed before he had a second to decide and skip.

Off to another day of class.

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A/N: 1-8-22. Here's the drawing which inspired the second half of Seonghwa's dream/memories. . . (obviously not my work, but props to the artist 🥰)

I wrote this chapter in the middle of writing about Jongho, when I couldn't deal with his story. . .yeah. But it turned out cute? Seongsang's first meeting especially, I like

A/N: 1-11-22 I added over 300 words while editing 😳 the dialogue was begging for surgery. Only chap so far I've edited twice. It's so cute tho 🤧

Also a good photo for the chapter ⬇️

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