The banging on Yeosang's door grows louder the longer he takes to open it. "Hurry up! We're going to be late"

Yeosang opens the door with a deadpan expression "you're acting like we were invited and have to be on time"

"I just don't want to be too late, what if they decide to go somewhere afterwards" Wooyoung whines.

He has been talking about Jongho's birthday ever since Yeosang agreed to go with him, talking about his plan to become friends then slowly get him to fall for him, what he should wear, literally everything.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Wooyoung asks, grimacing at Yeosang's blue sweater and jeans.

"What's wrong with this? You have to do the seducing not me"

His best friend sighs, pushing Yeosang into his room and heading for his wardrobe. "I know, but you need to at least dress for the club. People are going to think you're an undercover cop or something".

He rummages through his clothes, every item earning a disapproving shake of his head. "Your whole wardrobe is unsuitable, just wear this"

Yeosang is handed his black shirt, looking at it in confusion. He actually doesn't mind this, he would've thought Wooyoung would get him a crop top or something.

When he puts it on, Wooyoung swats his hands away "Leave it like this, perfect!"

Looking down at his shirt, only the bottom three buttons are closed. "One wrong move and my nipples will be on display Wooyoung." He says with a serious look.

"I know! That's the best I could do with your wardrobe" Wooyoung says with a sigh. Then he grabs Yeosang's arms and starts to roll his sleeves up "now your sexy forearms are on display".

Yeosang rolls his eyes when Wooyoung gives him a satisfied look, following him out the door.

***

The place is loud and definitely not Yeosang's ideal place to be. But he's here for Wooyoung so he deals with it, its not often he asks him for favours. Luckily, its not too crowded.

They head to the bar first thing, Wooyoung saying he wants to calm himself down with a few drinks first before looking for Jongho. "I'm nervous Yeosangie". Wooyoung is downing his drink and already ordering a second

He's never heard his friend say he's nervous. Sure, he's seen him nervous but never has he admitted it out loud. "you really like this guy?" Wooyoung nods.

"I know I don't know his personality but he's so cute! I've seen his smile and I want to be the reason" Yeosang chuckles at his friend pouting, elbow resting on the table and hand on cheek, thinking of his crush.

"He also has the most amazing thighs- oh the things I want to do to him"

"Okay, please do not tell me your weird fantasies" Yeosang almost chokes on his drink.

"Says the one who slept with the Song Mingi! The amount of marks you had all over you I can't even imagine what you two were-"

"At least I wasn't going around saying what he did to me. Besides, it was only one time". Yeosang watches as Wooyoung gives him a knowing stare and pushes him away, telling him to go find his little crush. Eventually, Wooyoung gains his confidence back after a few drinks and Yeosang yells at him not to drink anymore as he leaves.

***

The last time Wooyoung saw Jongho was when he overheard him and his friends talking about today. Which was two weeks ago. He has no idea if they changed their plans, no idea what time they were going to come. But he prays he does actually find him otherwise Yeosang will kill him for making him come here for no reason.

Bumping past the crowd, he quickly scans the dance floor. There's a lot of people but Wooyoung thinks he'd be able to distinguish Jongho from the rest. His dancing is what drew him to Jongho in the first place, his eyes always just automatically find him.

Wooyoung thought he'd have to be searching for at least half an hour but funnily enough, even though he's observing the dance floor, someone sitting at the bar catches his eyes.

Internally cheering, Wooyoung walks over to Jongho. Thankfully the seat next to him is free and his friends are nowhere to be found, it's like the universe is on his side today.

"Hi' Wooyoung says before he even sits down.

The younger eyes Wooyoung with a puzzled expression as he sits next to him. "Do I know you?"

Wooyoung smiles "Maybe not but I lead the dance society you and your friends attend. I thought I recognised you so I came to say hi" he adds the little lie to make it not sound like he was desperately searching for him.

As expected, Jongho is not suspicious "oh, cool." He says, taking a sip of his drink. Wooyoung orders one too to show Jongho that he's not planning to go. "What's your name?"

Wooyoung bites his lip trying not to smirk. This is exactly what he wants, Jongho being curious about him. "Jung Wooyoung"

The other nods, his expression being somewhat intrigued "oh right, I think I recognise your name from the dance society... are you by any chance a dance major?"

When Wooyoung says yes, Jongho's body language suddenly turns shy and Wooyoung just wants to shower him with kisses right there and then. "I'm embarrassed now, you've probably seen how awkward I am at dancing".

"No way!" Wooyoung shakes his head "I promise I'm being completely honest, I was surprised to find out you don't do dance. You're seriously really good at it"

His words must have reassured him because Jongho is smiling at him "really? What a relief"

The effort he's putting in right now not to combust is a lot. Jongho is smiling because of something he said. It gives him a great boost of confidence. "Yeah, in fact, your dancing is what drew me..." he places a hand on his wrist, slowly trailing it up his arm. Jongho looks at him, confused and Wooyoung just leans in close, lips almost touching his ear "to you" he whispers.

The younger frowns, confused at Wooyoung's sudden change. He turns his head and they've barely got centimetres between them. Wooyoung's eyes radiate something sensual and Jongho has to admit that the other is sexy.

He's not dumb. He can tell that Wooyoung is into him. Not exactly sure why and what he wants to get out of this interaction but Jongho doesn't mind playing along for now.

"Really?" He says, putting on his best confused face. His big round eyes are what gets all the boys wrapped around his finger. "You want to dance then?"

Wooyoung nods eagerly, letting Jongho lead him to the dance floor.

***

Mingi leans against the wall as he stares into space. Jongho is off probably dancing somewhere while San and Yunho left early, leaving him all alone. Normally he wouldn't mind, he could dance, drink and have fun with random strangers.

But this time he can't get himself to relax. Kang Yeosang doesn't really cross his mind often but in situations like this, he does. His friends were kind of right when they said sex is a good stress reliever. It wasn't bad at all, especially since he did it after ages.

It's been a month since he and Yeosang last met and he hasn't done it again with anyone else. His friends told him to let loose and maybe take someone home again but for some reason he doesn't want to.

He wants to. But he doesn't want to.

Deep down, he's worried he'll compare whoever he takes home with Yeosang. He just doesn't want to admit it.

It's not like he likes Yeosang, he barely even knows him. It's just that he's fucked someone after literally years and it wasn't terrible. If it was anyone else that night he would've had the same problem.

But still, he's been overwhelmed recently. Since he improved his grade, his father has been nagging at him to make sure he keeps it that way, especially since his tutor is gone. Not to mention the hard work he's putting in for his music. Maybe he should de-stress tonight, he doesn't have to hook up with anyone, maybe just making out with someone will do the trick.

He looks around for anyone thats not preoccupied with someone else, anyone who's looking bored, anyone his type. Mingi thinks, what is his type? Maybe someone smart with big eyes, pretty face...

He shakes the image of Yeosang out of his head, not knowing why he suddenly appeared in his mind.

Sighing, Mingi can't just stand here and wait for someone to come to him so he starts walking around the dance floor, looking for anyone who looks available.

He makes eye contact with some guy wearing a tight t-shirt, he looks at Mingi with a smirk and walks towards him. His clothes show off his nice build. He wonders how good Yeosang would look in a tight top like that.

He pauses, almost widening his eyes. Now is definitely not the time to think about his tutor.

"Hey big guy, you look lonely". They stand close to each other and Mingi simply looks at the other who's smiling at him. "Wanna have some fun tonight? You're just my type".

"Sure" Mingi says, holding onto his waist. The guy wastes no time and leans in, having to crane his neck a bit since Mingi is so tall. Yeosang had to do the same, they must be around the same height.

Before their lips even touch, Mingi pulls away. He needs a drink, something to get Yeosang out of his head. "Sorry" he says hurriedly, leaving the complaining guy to go to he bar.

Ordering something strong to distract himself, Mingi sighs defeatedly. In a five second interaction with a stranger, he had thought of Yeosang twice. There's no way his tutor is occupying his mind like this, taking over his mind like this.

Taking a sip of his drink, Mingi almost gags at how strong it is. Even then, it's not doing a good job at distracting him. There's no way he can let loose now, in fact, he's getting more stressed at the fact that he can't hook up with anyone without comparing them with Yeosang. How long will this last? Will he have to just sleep with someone else so they can replace Yeosang in his thoughts?

He looks around and no one catches his eye, until someone does. How he hadn't noticed, Mingi has no idea but a few seats to his left, Yeosang is sat alone with a half empty drink.

Pausing, Mingi doesn't know if he should go up to him or not. Is it smart to interact with the sole reason he currently cant flirt with anyone else. Yeosang is alone and looks fairly bored so he decides to walk up to him. "Hey" he takes a seat right next to him.

Yeosang looks surprised for a split second before his face becomes unreadable. It looks like he's going through an intense debate in his mind. "Hi" he finally says after some consideration.

Mingi scans him for a second, his black shirt has almost half of his buttons undone, making him look ridiculously gorgeous. He's not even wearing any makeup but his hair is styled up so that his bangs are our of his face. Mingi almost hypnotises himself by staring at him too long.

"What are you doing here?" Yeosang never sparked him to be the clubbing sort of guy, even Mingi isn't really fond of clubs. Anyway, its not like he knows Yeosang well enough to tell if he likes partying or not.

"Oh I'm here with my friend" he points to the general direction of the dance floor. Mingi just nods, more focused on Yeosang's face.

He's a little envious at the fact that he's not wearing makeup but still looks good. All that skin on display is also not helping him control his thoughts, it just reminds him of that night they hooked up. The hickeys he gave Yeosang have faded now and Mingi has the urge to pepper his soft skin with his touches again.

Mingi calms himself down first, a bit weirded out by himself acting like a horny teenager. He's sure Yeosang has noticed him staring anyway, but he tries to keep the conversation going, "Would you like a refill? Its on me". He points at Yeosang's half empty drink.

The other shakes his head "I'm in charge of taking my drunk friend home, I don't drink much anyway".

"So you're just going to sit here until your friend calls you?" Mingi asks. That sounds pretty boring even for someone who doesn't like clubs, having no one else to talk to. Mingi wonders if Yeosang would rather be left alone.

"Pretty much, I've had too many people come up to me for a bunch of different reasons but I told them all no"

Mingi smirks, "you haven't rejected me yet though?"

Yeosang glances at him, ears slowly turning red "thats because I know you. I don't feel like meeting anyone new today" he quickly takes a sip of his drink.

Mingi is satisfied with that answer. Yeosang chose him. Even though they're just one step past strangers, Yeosang didn't mind talking to him even though he's not in the mood to interact with people. "Do you want to dance? I'm not interesting enough to talk to. Only if you want"

Slowly, Yeosang puts his drink down, taking a long look at him. Mingi avoids eye contact, wondering why the other is examining him so hard. "Or I can leave you alone, I wont mind!".

When he braves a look at Yeosang, his expression is unreadable. He feels almost suffocated with his stare, but he doesn't know if its a good thing or not.

"Sure" Yeosang finally says, standing up.

Mingi blinks, watching the other walk away. Stumbling, he takes one last sip of his gross drink and follows Yeosang to the dance floor.

Even though he likes to dance, club dancing is a bit awkward for him. Yeosang leads them to the back of the crowd where it's less busy. He notices Yeosang must find dancing awkward because his moves are small, so Mingi tries to lift the mood by dancing properly. Luckily, it's an upbeat song so they just dance freely.

Yeosang smiles at him, loosening up a bit which gives Mingi the confidence to dance better. He grabs Yeosang's hand and spins him around like you'd do in ballroom dancing, and the spin stops when Yeosang's back hits his chest.

His hand is on his waist and Yeosang looks over his shoulder to Mingi, their faces dangerously close. Unconsciously, Mingi starts to lean in.

He doesn't get very far though, as the shorter pulls away, dancing to to the beat again and Mingi has to regain his composure before following him. They dance for a surprisingly long despite neither being tipsy let alone drunk, and Mingi realises he's watching Yeosang let loose and have fun.

Yeosang dances well, and Mingi wonders if he majors in dance- though he's never seen him at the dance society. There's something about his sharp moves and happy expression that intrigues Mingi.

All of a sudden, the lights dim to a dark red and the song changes to a slow and sensual one. Mingi watches as Yeosang stills, turning to look at him. However, even though its dark, he can tell Yeosang's expression isn't a shy one or one hinting he wants to leave.

The slow steps he takes towards Mingi makes him feel like prey caught by a predator. When he stops right in front of him, he grabs the tallers neck, pulling him down. Under the red light, Yeosang looks so inviting, especially the way he's looking at him right now.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" he says with lips so close to his.

Mingi frowns in confusion for a second but understands when Yeosang turns around and presses his back against his chest. He takes Mingi's hand and guides it to his waist, the pair swaying to the music as the deeps bass runs through them.

Yeosang's hand slides up to Mingi's shoulder, anchoring there before he grinds his ass to his crotch. Mingi gasps and the grip on Yeosang's waist tightens as he follows Yeosang's moves. The shorter swings his head back, breathing heavily and Mingi can't hold himself back anymore. The way his neck is right there on display from him, he leaves open mouthed kisses there and enjoys the way he reacts.

Then, Yeosang cups Mingi's cheek, making him pull away. They stare at each other for a second and Yeosang seems to be debating something in his head. He watches as his eyes trail to his lips and Mingi understands.

Yeosang wonders if kissing Mingi again is a good idea. They were supposed to hook up once then be on their way. Though Mingi's lips look so delectable right now so all of his sense goes out the window. He knows Mingi wants it too, with the way he's looking at him the same way he did that night.

Both of them seem to have made their choice at the same time as they lean in simultaneously, lips crashing together. Now that they're kissing again, it seems like the last time they kissed was a year ago, even though it was last month.

Mingi's hands travel up from Yeosang's waist to his exposed chest while his tongue pries his mouth open. Yeosang moans at the feeling of their tongues curling around each other and he cranes his neck to kiss him deeper.

Because his back is still pressed against Mingi's chest, their position is a bit uncomfortable for him so he pulls away.

Mingi doesn't even get a second to catch his breath before Yeosang is turning around and tugging his collar to kiss him again. Again, Mingi's hands touch him everywhere, his back, his ass, and even stroking his hair for a second.

Every moan, every sound Yeosang makes is being eaten by Mingi, his kisses fast and deep. Mingi needs more, he needs more than a the little gasps he makes due to trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. He needs to hear Yeosang properly without the loud music drowning his moans out.

He pulls away, taking Yeosang's hand and pulling him to a quieter corner with no people and pushes him onto the wall. The gasp the other lets out immediately gets cut off by Mingi's lips and Yeosang doesn't mind at all, hands curling through the strands of Mingi's hair.

There is absolutely no space between them, both Mingi's arms wrapped around Yeosang's back, pressing him against the wall. And yet it still doesn't feel enough.

His tongue leaves Yeosang's mouth and goes to his jaw instead, making him gasp. Yeosang's mouth is pressed against his ear and he can hear all the quiet sounds that leave him. Yeosang also doesn't waste the opportunity and kisses Mingi's ear while he gives his neck some attention.

One of his legs is lifted up and wrapped around Mingi's waist. The taller bites down on a sensitive spot the same time he grinds on him, making Yeosang grip his shoulders tightly as he moans, eyes squeezed shut.

Mingi's lips find his again and Yeosang kisses back enthusiastically. Mingi pulls away quickly. "You wanna come home with me?" He mumbles before kissing him again.

Yeosang nods, not wanting to even pull away to reply. He completely forgets that he's supposed to take Wooyoung home.

He feels Mingi smile at his response, hands moving under his shirt to feel his back. Yeosang shudders at the feeling of his hands on his bare skin again.

He's about do the same, wanting to feel Mingi's skin too but his ringing phone stops him.

Yeosang pulls away reluctantly, a bit dazed and confused as he examines the taller's face. His already plump lips are swollen and his face is flushed a pretty pink. Mingi takes a step back which reminds him that he has to pick up his phone. It's Wooyoung.

"Shit, its my friend" Yeosang feels guilty for forgetting about him, relieved that Wooyoung is calling him before it was too late. He picks up the phone, still trying to control his breathlessness from making out with Mingi "What's up? Are you ready to go home?"

"It's not Wooyoung"

Yeosang frowns, looking at his phone. The voice is indeed not Wooyoung, where the hell is he and how does someone have his phone. "Who are you? Where's Wooyoung?"

"My name's Jongho, could you come outside? I'm with Wooyoung but he's really drunk and I think he needs to be taken home".

Yeosang sighs in relief for a moment because nothing bad has happened. Then he sighs in annoyance, it sounds like Wooyoung drank too much and now he has to drag him home. "Alright, I'm coming right now".

He hangs up, and turns to Mingi. "Sorry, I have to take my friend home now".

The other shakes his head "its fine dont worry about it. I'm sorry, I forgot you had to take your friend home otherwise I wouldn't have suggested taking you with me".

"It's okay" Yeosang is more embarrassed that he said yes without any hesitation, completely forgetting about Wooyoung.

They head outside to meet their friends and Yeosang winces at the sight of Wooyoung.

His friend is sitting next to Jongho on a bench, clinging on his arm with his head on his shoulder. Jongho doesn't look uncomfortable, but he definitely looks awkward. Yeosang feels sorry for him.

Sighing, he pulls his friend off of Jongho, earning a whine.

"Wait! I'm not done yet" Wooyoung says, trying to push Yeosang off and go back to Jongho. He's definitely too drunk and Yeosang can even smell the alcohol on him.

"Wooyoung you are done. You're also too drunk, let's go home now" Yeosang's voice is stern which makes Wooyoung pout.

"But we haven't even kissed yet! I only flirted". Wooyoung's speech is getting more slurred.

"What have you been saying to this poor guy" Yeosang glances at Jongho who just shrugs.

"Nothing! I was just telling him how good his ass would look with me inside him" Wooyoung says as if it was the most normal thing to say.

Yeosang blinks a few times, registering what his friend said. "Jung Wooyoung! I've never seen you this drunk to the point you start harassing someone!"

The other frowns at the accusation. "I didn't even touch him once!"

"It's still verbal harassment if they don't want to hear it!" Yeosang whisper-yells to his friend and turns to Jongho. "I'm so sorry, he doesn't usually get drunk like this".

Luckily, Jongho just shakes his head "don't worry about it, I didn't mind".

Yeosang just nods, not knowing what else to say. He feels bad for his friend who will probably regret it all in the morning. He risks a glance to Mingi, who gives him an awkward smile.

This whole situation is awkward. The way he had to save Jongho from Wooyoung while he's half hard from Mingi. Mingi witnessing Wooyoung wanting to get in his friend's pants.

Internally sighing, Yeosang apologises once more before taking a stumbling Wooyoung home. He doesn't be too harsh on him for drinking a lot because he knows Wooyoung will be the one telling himself off tomorrow.

~

The next day, after cursing at himself the whole morning, Wooyoung heads to his lessons with a headache.

He didn't mean to drink to the point of no return, Jongho seemed to be a good drinker so he tried to impress him by drinking more than he could handle which clearly backfired terribly. At least he didn't throw up on him.

His dance society has a session today and he just knows Jongho and his friends will be there. He almost decided to skip this session but he knows that Jongho will have an eye out for him, and if he doesn't find him, the reason will be very obvious.

Sighing, Wooyoung does his lesson with his mind occupied with how he's going to apologise to Jongho. The earlier he does it, the better because if he waits too long, he knows he'll end up avoiding him forever.

Maybe he should do that instead, Jongho probably thinks he's a weirdo who jumps on anyone he likes.

Yeosang had tried comforting him in the morning, telling him that Jongho was nice about it, but he knows he was probably internally annoyed.

The time finally comes when his lesson is over and he has to face Jongho. He sees him and his friends enter the place and he tries hiding himself at the back.

They all look how they usually do, no one acting awkward. Wooyoung wonders if his other two friends know about last night, he figures they probably do, which makes it even more embarrassing for him because he has to walk up to the whole group to talk to Jongho.

Wooyoung catches himself trying to avoid their gaze. This is not like him, usually he has no problem apologising to someone, he's never this shy.

With a determined breath, he walks up to the group. Going in headfirst is the best option for him to stop overthinking. Mingi is the first one to notice him, the others shortly following after his gaze.

Wooyoung ignores the rest of their stares and only faces Jongho. "Can I talk to you privately?"

The younger glances at his friends who shrug in response. Wooyoung has to stop himself from reassuring them that he's sober. "Sure". He simply says, and follows him to a quieter corner.

When Wooyoung turns to him, his heart picks up pace. He currently has Jongho's undivided attention without the help of alcohol dulling his nerves.

Looking at his big round eyes, Wooyoung faces the challenge of not melting on the spot. Every part of Jongho looks so soft and he's ruined every chance he had to be with him. He might as well apologise quickly so he can get over it and crush on someone else.

"I'm sorry about yesterday" he says, pausing to look at the other's reaction. When he doesn't say anything, he continues.

"I got nervous and drank too much and made you uncomfortable. I'm naturally a loud and outspoken person so I don't realise what I'm saying when I'm drunk, I'm sorry. I like you a lot and I guess I got carried away because you were with me".

He doesn't exactly mean to confess but he's certain Jongho already knows he likes him. Maybe he said it just to get some pity and not make Jongho too angry with him.

"It's okay, I didn't really mind. I think you're pretty interesting" Jongho says, and Wooyoung makes a confused noise.

He honestly was preparing to get cursed at for ruining his night. Instead, Jongho smiles at his puzzled expression. "I'm curious as to why you like me, I don't think we've even interacted before yesterday".

Sure, Wooyoung's sexual comments surprised him yesterday but Jongho thought it's just his personality to say these things to anyone he meets. He wasn't expecting an apology but now that Wooyoung actually came to to him to apologise, he can tell that it's not his personality to just say these things to anyone.

"I'm sorry, we haven't even met and the first thing I did was attach myself to you". He cringes at the memory of him clinging onto his arm.

"It's fine! I really didn't care to be honest. Like I said, I thought you were interesting so I accept your apology".

Wooyoung keeps his head down. "Thank you". He's about to walk away, relieved that Jongho isn't angry but the younger stops him.

"How about we start over? I'm Jongho". Wooyoung looks at his outstretched hand in surprise, then to his face. Jongho is smiling at him, not mocking or anything, but genuine.

His stomach does a flip as he wonders if his crush is an angel in disguise. There is no way he's about to waste this opportunity by staring at him dumbfounded so he takes his hand, shaking it. "I'm Wooyoung, I think you're cute". He decides to add the last part, it's not like Jongho hasn't heard worse from him.

Jongho laughs at that and Wooyoung smiles brightly at him. "Well... I do like it when someone appreciates my looks. How about you give me your number?"

Wooyoung doesn't hide his shocked face, eyes widening as Jongho gets out his phone and hands it to him. He takes a good look at Jongho's phone in his hands, not believing that his day is getting better by the second.

With slightly shaky hands, Wooyoung quickly adds his phone number to Jongho's contacts and saves his name. He decides against adding a heart in case it puts Jongho off. When he hands his phone back, the younger simply says thanks and walks off, leaving Wooyoung watching him with a hopeful look.

***

However, all that hope went down the drain after a month of waiting for Jongho to text him. He hadn't seen the other since that interaction where Wooyoung gave his number to him, and he's starting to think that Jongho was playing with him, maybe getting back at him for his behaviour at the club.

It hurt Wooyoung a lot, he really likes Jongho and even with the little interactions he had, Jongho seemed like a really nice person. He never thought he'd be treated like this by him. He even accepted Wooyoung's apology so he doesn't understand why Jongho would do something like this.

Even after this, Wooyoung isn't angry. He just wants to know the reason why, so he tries looking for Jongho around campus but he never finds him.

"Don't stress too much Wooyoung. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, maybe he's suddenly very busy or he lost his phone" Seonghwa says, trying to comfort the other. He and Yeosang are once again in Hongjoong's studio working on some music.

Wooyoung sighs defeatedly. "Even if he was extremely busy, a simple hi would suffice! And if he lost his phone he would've got a replacement immediately."

"Yea, and a random person in his contacts wouldn't be his first priority after replacing his phone." Seonghwa says, trying to drag Wooyoung up from where he's splayed across the sofa pouting. "Give him a bit more time and the benefit of the doubt. You're a really good judge of character and if you thought he was nice, then you're probably right."

Wooyoung sits up, Yeosang and Hongjoong both agreeing with what Seonghwa said. "Okay, I'll wait a bit more. As if I haven't been waiting for years to talk to him" he mutters.

"That last part is your fault" Yeosang says from across the room, making Wooyoung run up to him and bite his shoulder. The other screams, shoving Wooyoung away and tends to his poor shoulder.

Now that Wooyoung's worries are (somewhat) eased, the rest of them chill for the remainder of the afternoon too. As usual, Hongjoong and Seonghwa are sat together watching something on their laptop and Wooyoung and Yeosang are on the opposite sofa scrolling on their phones.

Yeosang had just finished a big project Hongjoong set him so he lets himself relax now, his hyung having approved and complimented his work.

His day was going so well- until a notification pops up on the top of his screen.

It's an email. From the university principal.