Hajoon's point of view

By two in the morning everyone left, so I stayed around to help Leedo clean. He sighs plopping down on a bing bang chair.

Leedo: I'm tired as hell, did you have fun?
Me: Of course. We always do.

I sit on the chair across from him.

Me: I never thanked you for pushing me to make things right with Rosè and Felix.

He glances up from his phone, chuckling a bit.

Leedo: You don't have to thank me dude, we both needed to get our shit together. If not I think our parents would've finally snapped and whooped our ass.

That's true because I swear each day my dad was giving me his signature death stare, Kim Hongjoong is not one of them. That man is quiet but deadly.

Leedo: I suppose now that you and Felix talked about it, you can start your healing process.
Me: Healing?
Leedo: Yuki wouldn't want you to be lonely forever. Although I know you, and you're picky with your taste in men.

He laughs at the shock across my face.

Me: I'm not picky!
Leedo: You are.
Me: Are not!
Leedo: Oh? Then describe your type without any ridiculous condition.

Oh dear lord.

Me: Tall, humorous, nice fashion sense, intimidating but actually is a cinnamon roll.

He laughs.

Leedo: Are you describing Wonnie?
Me: No!

I stand up glancing over at the clock on the wall.

Me: It's getting late. I'm gonna' head home.
Leedo: Since when do you leave and not spend the night? Is it a full moon or something because you've been acting weird.

Yeah, a full moon.

Leedo: You can take a guest room or my room, doesn't matter.

He stands up and I notice how he's an inch taller than me, he's also been getting kind of buff lately. Shit.

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Keeho's point of view

Chenle, Wonnie, Hwasang and I have been watching squid games all day.

Chenle: I wouldn't make it pass the second game.
Me: I wouldn't make it pass the first.
Hwasang: I would've necked myself before they even explained what we were doing.
Wonnie: You're so extreme.
Hwasang: I'm my mother's child.

I chuckle.

The door flies open and Hajoon walks in, never thought I'd see the day. Hwasang pauses the show before looking at the stressed out boy.

Hajoon: I miss the old Hajoon. I was much more cockier and unbothered.
Chenle: Yeah but that wasn't the real Hajoon was it?  More like a façade.
Hajoon: Façade or not I want him back.

Wonnie looks amused.

Wonnie: You went after Rin with ease.
Hajoon: I told you that wasn't serious! Leedo is, he's my bestfriend. But when I think about it he's my type. My perfect type.
Hwasang: So why are you telling us and not him?
Hajoon: Because I can't!
Me: Make him a playlist!

He groans.

Hajoon: A playlist?
Me: He loves music, you know this.
Hajoon: True but wouldn't that be too random? I've never done that for him before.

Hwasang pauses.

Hwasang: Well yeah because he was in jail.

Wonnie hits him in the back of his head.

Me: You can do it! I believe in you.

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Leedo's point of view

I stop my jog to take a break and stretch. This is the perfect weather to be out in. Not too cold, not too warm. A lot of couples are walking around the park hand in hand, cute but I'm a little jealous.

I never had a proper relationship. That situation with Jisoo was the closest, and we all see how that went. Growing up I never cared who I'd end up with. Boy or girl never mattered. I just wanted a nice vibe, a mutual attraction; mentally and physically.

My run turned into a slow jog.

I see a familiar dog rushing towards me and it knocks me down.

Me: Twilight what're you doing here by yourself?

"Twilight! Twilight!"

I grin as Rosè comes around the corner looking fed up.

Rosè: There you are! Such an old dog with a young soul.
Me: Walking him for your parents?
Rosè: Yeah they're busy with work so I decided to be a good kid.
Me: Where's your brother?
Rosè: Somewhere panicking.
Me: Panicking?

She gasps before covering her mouth.

Me: He's been acting out of character for the last week or so. What's going on?
Rosè: Oh you know, boys will be boys.
Me: What the hell does that mean?

She sighs.

Rosè: He doesn't know if he should make this move because it may ruin something good.
Me: What move? If he's scared why didn't he ask me to help?

She smiles.

Rosè: My guess is just as good as yours.

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