Yeosang would have mistaken Jongho for human with a penchant for baking brownies if it weren't for the way his eyes flashed red the first time they made eye contact. The delicious sweet hot fudge brownie scent clung to the very air particles around Jongho, a tantalizing scent trailing behind the alpha wherever he went. Although, it was not so much a scent as it was a feeling. A feeling of warmth and comfort and chocolate... Yeosang would never be able to describe it to anyone, no matter how hard he tried.

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Yeosang

Neither Yeosang nor Jongho had spoken about the night Yeosang stayed at Jongho's, both of them shying away from the topic. They especially avoided speaking about how affected Jongho was by Yeosang's scent. Was his scent that sad? Or was there more to it? Yeosang couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd searched up every possible question he could to try and find out why Jongho had teared up from his scent, but all he could find was stuff about mates and how either mate could be greatly affected by how their mate felt, to the point of extreme empathy and feeling that emotion so passionately that, they too, are overwhelmed by it. It was not at all the answer he was looking for. There seemed to be nothing about it outside of mates, so Yeosang was left wondering what on earth it could mean. He'd even tried looking up cases of humans smelling a wolf hybrid's true scent, but he got zero results on that, just a bunch of websites about roleplaying or other irrelevant topics.

Yeosang didn't know why, but he knew Jongho's true scent. He could pick out Jongho easily in a crowd from his scent alone and he could even tell the difference between Jongho's scent and a real hot fudge brownie. And somehow, he preferred Jongho's scent- he'd tested it one day, ordering a hot fudge brownie to see if he could distinguish them. He frowned over his hot chocolate as he remembered the words of a kind female alpha who had confirmed that Jongho's scent was indeed hot fudge brownie. The glint in her eyes had told Yeosang that she knew more than Yeosang ever possibly could. And she'd looked at him like his whole world should have changed when she uttered the words 'fated mates'. Whatever that meant- he had looked it up, but once again, it was something reserved for wolf hybrids, and even then, it was exceptionally rare and basically a fairytale amongst wolves. There were only a few recorded stories of fated mates, and these stories had been analysed and critiqued by thousands of others, wolves and humans alike, many of them coming to the conclusion that it was just a load of bullshit. And, Yeosang was inclined to agree. Love at first sight, fated mates, whatever you wanted to call it, it was all just fairytale bullshit.

Yeosang looked out the window, worrying his lip between his teeth as he thought of when he first met Jongho.

Yeosang would have mistaken Jongho for human with a penchant for baking brownies if it weren't for the way his eyes flashed red the first time they made eye contact. The delicious sweet hot fudge brownie scent clung to the very air particles around Jongho, a tantalizing scent trailing behind the alpha wherever he went. Although, it was not so much a scent as it was a feeling. A feeling of warmth and comfort and chocolate... Yeosang would never be able to describe it to anyone, no matter how hard he tried. Jongho just smelled safe. Strangely, Yeosang always knew when Jongho was nearby, his comforting scent standing out against the boring spicy scent of other alphas.

Yeosang had gone to the cafe by chance in February when it opened. Wooyoung had been preoccupied with an exam during the time they would have usually walked home together. So, Yeosang had two hours to kill. He'd seen a cafe getting set up for it's grand opening the week prior and deciding that he had nothing better to do, he went to the cafe.

Yeosang wondered if it was fate that he walked to the cafe that day. Jongho had become a friend since then, and a source of comfort when Wooyoung couldn't be. Sure, Yeosang and Jongho never spoke very often, and rarely interacted outside of Yeosang's visits to the cafe as the younger went to a different school, but Yeosang felt as if he'd know the alpha for much longer than he had, and his fudge brownie scent always eased Yeosang's anxiousness. He sighed, picking up his hot chocolate and taking a sip before thinking back to the day he'd met Jongho once again.

He'd walked up to the entrance of the cafe, weaving his way through chattering people. Upon entering, he'd inhaled the most mouth-watering scent of hot fudge brownie he'd ever had the pleasure of smelling. His legs had almost buckled from the sudden desire to eat whatever brownies smelled that good. He had almost walked right into Jongho, he was so distracted by the scent. Yeosang had immediately stepped back several steps when Jongho's eyes flashed a tell-tale red. He had been terrified that he had angered the alpha, but Jongho's expression had been shocked, not angry, and he had flashed Yeosang an almost stunned smile before hurrying off.

At first, Yeosang hadn't known Jongho worked at the cafe, barely seeing the alpha that day after their first encounter. He did run into Jongho a few times at the shops or other events, but never again in cafe. It was during a small festival, one he hadn't even known Jongho would be at, that a familiar scent wafted towards him. He moved through the crowd of people as if in a daze, following the invisible trail until he was standing barely five metres away from Jongho. It was then that he realised that something was really strange. Not only could he seemingly actually recognise and smell Jongho's scent, but he found it way more pleasant than the smell of real fudge brownies.

Wanting to be sure that he wasn't just imagining it, that maybe he was wrong and Jongho just smelled like brownies because he baked a lot or something, Yeosang gathered the courage to approach an alpha who radiated kindness, her soft features and relaxed body language suggesting that she might be willing to humour Yeosang's strange request. He'd asked her if she could tell him what Jongho smelled like, pointing out Jongho as the alpha purchased something from one of the dozens of stalls. The female alpha had flashed him a bright smile before telling him what he already knew.

The information had spooked Yeosang and he had decided that he would avoid Jongho as much as he could from then on, no matter how enticing his scent was. However, fate seemed to laugh in his face when he returned to the cafe the following day, this time with Wooyoung in tow and discovered that Jongho worked at the cafe. Wooyoung had been confused by Yeosang's stunned expression and stuttered words, even teasing him after he blushed when Jongho slipped him some extra marshmallows and winked at him before hurrying off to serve customer at the counter. That cafe had been the beginning of many surprising and memorable moments. But the most memorable moment would always be the day Yeosang smelled Jongho's scent for the first time.

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Yeosang's thoughts drifted back to his mother's reaction when he returned home from that stormy night at Jongho's house. She hadn't mentioned it again, but if she knew he had been at the cafe or seen Jongho, she would randomly ask how Jongho was, if he looked well. Yeosang would answer her questions with narrowed eyes, knowing that his mother's growing interest in Jongho implied that she still thought Yeosang was crushing on the alpha. He wasn't. But him running off to the alpha during a storm really wasn't helping his point any. His frown deepened. He didn't know why he did that. He hated leaving his room during a storm, let alone the house. Something about that day was different. He needed Jongho. His mind and body relaxing the moment Jongho was in front of him. It had confused Yeosang, and still did. It scared him too. He had no explanation for that day, and that terrified him. His mind had been fixated on Jongho and being beside him. He hadn't told anyone that. He hadn't even brought it up to Hongjoong or Seonghwa, the two who most likely would have helped him and had some sort of explanation. Although, he did have a sneaking suspicion that something had happened between the two because Seonghwa was sounding different in his texts and Hongjoong would respond to his messages late at night. He didn't know if he was just overthinking, he hadn't known the two for very long afterall, but he had a gut feeling about how off Seonghwa sounded over texts especially.

The only thing Yeosang knew for sure these days, was that the heavy melancholy weighing down on him day and night, only eased when he was with Jongho. The tightness in his chest and aching in his head only ceased when he was with Jongho. He didn't know why, but he knew that being with Jongho made him feel lighter, freer, like he wasn't shackled to some demon trying to drag him down into the depths of despair.

Why was he so sad? Was it because Wooyoung had left?

Why was he so hurt? Was it because Wooyoung hadn't told him anything about moving?

Why did he feel like his chest was caving in? Was it because the Wooyoung had ignored him for a week and then just up and left?

Did Yeosang not mean anything to Wooyoung? Was Yeosang so easy to forget about and abandon?

"Hey," a soft voice called. "What's on your mind?"

Yeosang startled, glancing sharply at the owner of the voice, relaxing when he realised it was Jongho, the alpha watching him with concerned eyes as he slipped into the booth opposite him. 

"Just thinking about Seonghwa and Hongjoong," Yeosang said, eyes dropping to his half-finished hot chocolate. He suddenly didn't want it. Jongho sighed. 

"I wouldn't worry too much. They're mates, they'll probably be all lovey-dovey when you see them on campus," Jongho snorted. Yeosang glanced at him, shaking his head. 

"I doubt it. They've never really been touchy or anything." 

"Huh," Jongho nodded, taking in the information. "Maybe that's why they're fighting? Seonghwa doesn't seem the sort to be happy with that." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" Yeosang asked, eyes narrowing. Jongho held his hands up defensively. 

"I don't mean it to sound bad. I just meant that the few times he's come in here, he reminds me of my omega friend who loves physical affection, although he won't admit it. And, you know, he came in here with Hongjoong once- the day after you and Hongjoong came here I think...or maybe it was the day after that?" Jongho paused, trying to recall the exact day before throwing his hands up in exasperation. "It was one of those days anyway! They both came in and Seonghwa was basically plastered to Hongjoong's side but Hongjoong looked like he was looking for any excuse to move away from Seonghwa." Jongho's tone had dropped dramatically and Yeosang rose a brow. 

"You sound like you're recounting something from one of those dramas you watch," he scoffed as Jongho gasped in mock offence. 

"I'll have you know that the dramas that I watch are top tier!" 

Yeosang rolled his eyes, "They're all predictable as hell."

"And you're telling me that the Marvel movies aren't?" 

"You can't tell me that you predicted that Iron Man was going to die!" Yeosang whisper yelled, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't spoil it for anyone nearby who wasn't up-to-date. Jongho snorted. 

"Are you kidding? That was absolutely predictable!"

"You're lying!" 

"Am not!"

"Are to!" 

"Am not!"

"Are to!" 

"Excuse me, Jongho, you're still at work," a timid, young man with dyed purple hair interrupted Yeosang's and Jongho's useless back and forth. Yeosang recognised him as one of the newer workers who was hired to fill in for one of the omegas who was on maternity leave. "The manager will be back in a minute or so, you should get back to work before he gets back and sees you arguing with a customer." 

Yeosang nodded along with the human worker, impressed by his thoughtfulness  for a wolf hybrid coworker and agreeing that Jongho should get back to work. "He's right, Jongho. Get your butt back to work before you get in trouble." 

Jongho sighed and stood up, shaking his head. "It's not like he would fire me. I'd just get a bit of a scolding, but it's not like we're busy and he knows you and I are...friends." 

"Hey! What was that hesitation for?" Yeosang stood up while Jongho hurried off, giggling. "Hey! Choi Jongho! You get back here and tell me why you hesitated to call us friends!" 

Jongho turned around and poked his tongue out at Yeosang. "Nope!" He grinned broadly. "Now, unless you want something else, you should probably get going." 

"Choi Jongho, are you telling me to leave?" he growled, glowering playfully at the alpha. 

"Oh my god, just say 'I do' and go on your honeymoon already!" The man exclaimed loudly, rolling his peculiar blue eyes. "Seriously, you two sound like an old married couple." 

Yeosang whirled around, staring at the purple haired waiter with wide eyes. "I-" he choked on his words as he panicked, trying to quickly shoot down his words. "That's not it! We-We're not-"

The guy shook his hands, rolling his eyes. "Calm down, jeez. I was only joking. You don't have to get married- but you two seriously do sound like an old married couple. So, if you do get married, please invite me to your wedding. I love when I'm right." He grinned before walking off to serve another customer, lilac hair bouncing energetically. Yeosang stared after him, words heavy on his tongue. We don't sound like an old married couple! No way! 

When he turned around to see what Jongho thought, the alpha was no where insight. Yeosang sighed before deciding to just head home. 

On the walk home, Yeosang opened up his chat with Seonghwa, sighing when he saw that the omega hadn't replied yet. It was unusual for Seonghwa to reply so late. Normally, Yeosang would hear from Seonghwa at least an hour after he messaged him, or the omega would even message him first. Sure, they hadn't known each other long, but he'd been messaging both Seognhwa and Hongjoong a lot since he and Hongjoong became close. At first, he'd contacted Seonghwa because he'd been concerned when he hadn't heard from Hongjoong during the weekend, but then he and Seonhwa started texting more. Mostly just talking about classes or Hongjoong. However, Seonghwa was taking longer to respond and his responses were as short as they possibly could be.  

Yeosang debated dropping by the mated pair's house, but decided against it, heading home instead, rather than intrude on whatever was going on between the two. 

Yeosang's steps were light, his thoughts happier than before he entered the cafe, his interaction with Jongho boosting his mood, despite it's weird turn. 

"How is Jongho today?" his mother asked the moment he walked inside, barely letting him cross the threshold before turning in her seat to settle her inquisitive eyes on him. He sighed, shoulders drooping. He had hoped she would be out, or at least somewhere else in the house so that he could reach his room without this question. 

"He's fine," Yeosang said, intending on escaping to his room. He paused when his mother asked another question. 

"Just fine? Should I make him some soup? Is he looking pale? You should invite him over for dinner and-"

"Mum!" he whirled around, interrupting her rambling. "He's perfectly fine! He doesn't need anything! He looks well! Jeez, calm down. It's not like he's your son or anything," he scoffed before taking a few steps down the hallway only to stop in his tracks when his mother spoke once again. 

"Not my son? Do you mean you'll make him my son-in-law?" she exclaimed. Yeosang turned around slowly. 

"W-what? How did you even get that from what I said?" 

"Well, you-"

"No," Yeosang said firmly. "Stop it. Jongho is my friend. We aren't like that." 

His mother blinked at him before nodding. "Okay, I get it. I'm sorry if my joking went too far." 

Yeosang nodded, but didn't reply, finally reaching his room. 

"But, you will still invite him over for dinner at some point, right?" 

Yeosang paused once again. 

"I want to meet your friend at some point."

"Fine." Yeosang walked into his room and closed his door with a sigh. He didn't get why everyone teased him and Jongho. At first, it was Hongjoong with his teasing, but Yeosang could handle that. It was just some light-hearted joking from an older alpha who recognised that Jongho is a good prospective alpha mate, and although Yeosang is a human, Hongjoong was just making jokes about how Yeosang phrased things. But then his mum had made so many comments since he had stayed over at Jongho's house, and now Jongho's coworker... Yeosang flopped onto his bed with a groan. Why was everyone making these jokes? And why the marriage jokes today? He just couldn't understand it. Him and Jongho were just friends. 

His phone dinged suddenly and Yeosang jumped. He fished his phone out of his back pocket, expecting a message from Seonghwa. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when he saw Jongho's contact followed by: 

Jongho

I just finished work. Did you really leave? 

I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me at my place? 

We could order in?

Yeosang pondered what he should say. He was excited by the prospect of hanging out with Jongho again, knowing that the alpha would let him order whatever he wanted. He also wanted to go back to his house to see if he still felt as comfortable as he had during the storm. He was also curious as to what movie Jongho had in mind. 

Yeosang

Sounds great!

What movie are we going to watch? 

Should I head to yours now? 

Yeosang's brows rose upon reading Jongho's response. The alpha said he would pick him up from his house. He sent a text back asking how he planned to do so without a car and the alpha simply said that the walk wasn't that far. Yeosang groaned. Did Jongho seriously want to walk? 

Giving in to his fate, Yeosang checked his appearance in the mirror, debating whether or not to change his outfit. He considered it for a moment before deciding that, that would be weird. He was just hanging out with a friend, no need to change for a casual hangout at home.

It wasn't until Yeosang read Jongho's message saying he was on his street, that Yeosang realised the dilemma he was about to face. He crept down the hallway and inwardly groaned when he saw his mother sitting on the couch. She was watching the TV, but there was no doubt in his mind that she would abandon it in a heartbeat the moment Yeosang tried to leave. 

He was right. 

Jongho knocked on the door and Yeosang had a split second to make a decision. Either he could dive for the door, rush out and hurry Jongho away as fast as possible and hope his mum didn't follow them out, or he could let his mum open the door and find out that it was Jongho. Yeosang chose the former. 

He ran for the door, disregarding how suspicious it made him seem. However, just as he opened the door and went to catapult himself outside, his mother called out to him. 

"And just where do you think you are going, young man?" Yeosang froze, panicked eyes meeting Jongho's wide eyes. The alpha was still hidden behind the mostly closed door, but Yeosang could hear the rustle of his mother's pants against the floor, the murmur of fabric accompanied by the patter of footsteps quickly approaching him. "Who are you rushing out to see?"

Yeosang was frozen. He should have just run, but his mother's tone was serious, concerned even. It wasn't like Yeosang to behave like this. He wished he could kick himself for acting so stupid. Why was he so desperate to stop his mother from meeting Jongho? Why was he acting so weird? 

He bowed his head and stepped away from the doorway, pushing the door open in the process. "Mum, this is Jongho. Jongho, this is my mum." 

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The meeting between his mum and Jongho went well. His mother had quickly recovered from her shock and welcome Jongho into the house, sitting him down in the lounge room and offering food or drinks or just anything he wanted while Yeosang stood awkwardly by the wall. 

'Go sit with him!' she had whisper scolded Yeosang as she shoved him towards the couch. 'Be a good friend while I go get some snacks.' Yeosang had opened his mouth to say that it wasn't necessary, but she had narrowed her eyes at him and he'd found himself sitting and shutting up quicker than he could blink. 

"So, your mum..." Jongho trailed off momentarily, shifting slightly, jostling Yeosang from his comfortable position leaning against his chest. They had made their way to Jongho's house an hour later than intended, Yeosang's mum being all to happy to talk to Jongho for way too long. They were half way through their second movie and Yeosang was content, full belly and the comforting scent of sweet, hot fudge brownie enticing him to relax more than he had in months. However, Jongho's fidgeting made Yeosang lose his comfortable spot and he turned his head just enough to glare at Jongho from the side of his eye. 

"Stop fidgeting!" 

"I can't help it! You're elbows are making my legs go numb!" Jongho hissed. Yeosang scowled at Jongho and elbowed him in the ribs. The alpha wheezed before wrapping his arms around Yeosang and stopping him from getting up when he went to stand. 

"Jongho!" he tried to wriggle out of Jongho's arms, but the alpha was just too damn strong. Jongho chuckled, his breath tickling Yeosang's ear and sending a shiver down his spine. 

"Uh-uh. You stay here until you explain why you never mentioned that your mum wanted to meet me," Jongho said calmly, as if he wasn't holding Yeosang against him with his arms alone. Yeosang trembled at that thought, although, not with fear. Yeosang knew the alpha would never hurt him. But he was confused by his body's reaction to being restrained. He swallowed slowly and forced himself to focus on answering Jongho instead. 

"I forgot," Yeosang lied. Jongho snorted. 

"No, you didn't. Don't lie to me, Sangie," Yeosang scowled as Jongho crooned out the nickname his mother often called him by. 

"Don't call me that!" he hissed. Jongho huffed, but didn't say anything. "Fine! I'll tell you why I didn't say anything if you promise to never call me 'Sangie' again. Deal?" 

Jongho was silent for a long moment and Yeosang wondered if he would really reject the deal. Fortunately, he accepted. "Okay, deal. As long as you be completely truthful." 

Yeosang groaned. "Fine. But you have to agree not to tease me." 

Yeosang could feel Jongho's smirk against the back of his neck and he shivered. This was too intimate. He was too close to Jongho. He struggled against Jongho's hold, expecting it to be futile, but Jongho released him, smirk still dancing on his smug face. Yeosang glowered. 

"Nah, that's not part of the deal," Jongho grinned slyly. Yeosang's draw dropped. 

"You can't be serious!" he whined. "That's unfair! You really can't tease me for this!" 

Jongho shook his head with a laugh. "I can. Now tell me."

And so, without any other choice, Yeosang told Jongho in a quiet voice about why he had purposefully forgotten to tell him that his mother wanted to meet Jongho. "Ever since I stayed at yours d-during that storm, she's gotten it into her head that I like you or whatever," his cheeks flamed as he explained. He stared at the floor, his hands, his lap- anything except Jongho. "And she kept asking me how you were and things like that. Just today she basically asked if we would get married and-"

Yeosang's head shot up as Jongho choked out a laugh. "What? What's so funny?" Yeosang asked as the alpha broke into a fit of laughter. Jongho shook his head, tears glistening against his eyelashes as he opened his mouth to speak, sucking in a breath before dissolving into a fit of giggles. 

Yeosang glared at Jongho, waiting for him to stop laughing and answer him. After several failed attempts at speaking, Jongho finally calmed down enough to answer Yeosang with only a few chuckles here and there. "I can't believe that was why you didn't want to tell me," he cough and bit his lip, trying to hold in a laugh. "All because your mum thought you liked me and wanted to meet her possible 'son-in-law'!" He guffawed while Yeosang whined. 

"Jongho! I told you not to tease me!" 

"I'm not! I'm not!"

"You are!" 

"Oh shush, future husband." Yeosang glowered at him before grabbing a discarded pillow from the floor and hitting Jongho with it. 

"You're unbelievable!" He continued to hit Jongho while the alpha tried to use his hands to defend himself, doing a poor job as he cackled. 

"You shouldn't be so mean to me! Your mum wouldn't like you being so mean to her son-in-law!" 

"You're not her son-in-law!" Yeosang yelled, but a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. 

Jongho grabbed the pillow, yanking above their heads, inadvertently pulling Yeosang over him so that their faces were mere inches apart. Jongho's back was firmly pressed against the couch while Yeosang hovered over him, too stunned to let go of the pillow and sit back. Jongho stopped laughing, his smile settling into something more tame as his eyes flickered back and forth between Yeosang's own. The atmosphere in the room shifted to something Yeosang couldn't quite comprehend. 

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he could have sworn Jongho's hot fudge brownie scent grew richer and heavier, filling the room to the brim, until all that was left to inhale was the delicious scent. 

"Not yet," Jongho whispered. 

Yeosang started at Jongho's words. They were so sure, so confident. Jongho's tone was so full of conviction, that Yeosang couldn't help but believe him, mind reeling at the meaning behind what Jongho said. Yeosang pushed himself up sitting on his heels for a moment before stepping off the couch. 

"I-uh... I should go," Yeosang said, gesturing awkwardly to the door. He fidgeted nervously as Jongho stared at him silently for a moment before blinking, clearing his throat and nodding while he sat up. 

"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "That's probably a good idea. Your mum is probably waiting for you."

It wasn't true, they both knew it. She had told Jongho to have Yeosang over for as long as he liked as long as they kept her updated on what was happening. But, Yeosang found himself nodding and quickly scurrying away from Jongho's house.  

His breaths came fast and uneven as he practically ran from the house. However, he didn't head home. Instead, he found himself heading towards Hongjoong's apartment. His hands shook as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, which he had barely remembered to grab off of Jongho's kitchen counter on his way out. He clicked on Hongjoong's contact and called the other, hoping that he would be lucky and the older would pick up. He didn't 

Yeosang slowed, coming to a complete halt a block away from Hongjoong's apartment. He debated whether or not to actually go there. He knew that if he just showed up on their doorstep, Seonghwa and Hongjoong would immediately usher him inside and help him work out what the hell just happened. But Yeosang wasn't so sure that, that was a good idea. 

Yeosang pocketed his phone and changed his route, heading for an empty house on an all too familiar street. He focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing thoughts, but the scent of hot fudge brownie seemed to be following him, cloying in the air around him, no matter how far away he was from Jongho. 

Yeosang stopped outside the house which he had considered a second home, but felt none of the usual comfort as he stared at the dark depths of the windows and into the empty house. A warm tear slid down his cheek as it hit him that it wasn't the house that made him feel so comfortable and safe, it was Wooyoung. 

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There were four days until the final half of the last semester for the year would begin. And today, Jongho had messaged Yeosang, asking if he was interested in meeting up for lunch. Just like that. Such a casual message as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed. 

Yeosang threw his phone on his bed with a scoff before running his hands through his hair, a frustrated exhale escaping him as he tilted his head back and stared at the peeling paint on the ceiling. He'd had two days to think about the events that had transpired in Jongho's house and he was still no closer to understanding exactly what happened than he had been when it was happening. Did Jongho like him? Was he just joking? No, he couldn't have been joking, he was too serious.

His thoughts just kept circling his head in a never-ending loop, always coming back to the same confusing conclusions whenever he thought he finally understood. Jongho had never even hinted at liking Yeosang, and then he just casually basically says that he's not Yeosang's husband 'yet'? What the hell was that supposed to mean? How was Yeosang supposed to react? How was he supposed to feel? How did he feel about Jongho? He didn't like him, right? No, he couldn't because he loved Wooyoung. There was no way he could like Jongho too. And there was definitely no way that he cared for Jongho enough to even consider marrying him. 

Yeosang picked up his phone and typed out a message. Maybe he could clear things up with Jongho while they had lunch?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you think will happen next? 

Do you think Yeosang and Jongho can work things out, or will things end before they can start?