Boy [I've always loved you...]

Chapter One

The messy room had empty bottles laid on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. Wooyoung almost fell victim. As he calmly collected himself and continued on his way, he observed the people that made way for him.

They reminded him of the beer bottles: empty and useless. As he stepped over the god-awful mess, Wooyoung noticed the music playing in the background. The tunes sounded like the music he just recorded in the studio. Seonghwa was right, Yunho did choose his song for his party. All of a sudden, this party wasn't so bad after all. Well, at least with his voice singing in the background, that is.

"Hey bro," Yunho said, coming over to give Wooyoung a handshake. "How's it going? Are you likin' the party?"

He nodded. "Very much so. Delighted to have been invited to attend."

Yunho slapped him on the back. "Stop with such nonsense." He chuckled. "You never talk like that. Don't be so stiff." He shoved a beer in front of Wooyoung's face. "Here, drink it. You need it more than anyone in this room."

Wooyoung smirked and took the bottle, gulping it down in a few sips. "I'm not here for me, Yunho. Yeo wanted me to come. I also wanted to make sure you were playing my music. Both of us will probably leave after we say 'hi' to the other guys."

Yunho put a hand to his ear as if listening to something far away. "Hear that.... that's your song. Now you know I wasn't lying. Anyway, if the music producer who was invited likes your CD, he might just sign you on his record label."

Wooyoung paused and stopped drinking. "What? Record label, here, tonight?" The words were questioning.

"Yep. But, unless you stay for a little longer there is no way he'll be able to meet you. So, go on if you want."

"You are dead to me, Yun" Wooyoung growled, before breaking into a grin, "I'll stay."

"You sure?" Yunho teased, handing Wooyoung another drink, this time in a plastic cup.

"I'm sure," he replied.

"Alright, now go find your boyfriend, lover boy." Yunho hit him on the arm as a sign of affection and walked off, conversing with the other people at the party.

Wooyoung closed the study door as he walked inside, the music blasting outside muffled as he did so.

Yeosang stood up and smiled, clumsily placing his glass down. The wine sloshed from the edge and spilled onto the table, turning Yunho's once pristine paperwork a dark red.

"Wooyoungie!" He exclaimed, stumbling towards a smirking Wooyoung and throwing his arms around the leather clad man.

"Yeongie, how much did you drink?" Wooyoung played with yeosang's hair as they both melted into a warm embrace.

"I love you, Wooyo" Yeosang smiled widely at Wooyoung, before tightening the hug.

"I love you too, Sang, but I can't live on carbon dioxide."

Yeosang eventually let him go and attempted to stand up straight, but just ended up falling back into Wooyoung's open arms.

"Can y'all get a room? I got enough to deal with as it is."

Jongho pointed to Seonghwa and Hongjoong who were both lounging on the study chaise and rolled his eyes.

"Watch it child, we're older than you." Seonghwa glanced at Hongjoong suggestively.

"Yea, not our fault you can't find a guy". Hongjoong placed his hand on Seonghwa's thigh.

Jongho rolled his eyes. Again. "Girl"

Everyone stared at jongho with judgemental eyes. Including those who were drunk. A collective "Sure" was heard.

"It's true! I'm straight as a ruler y'know"

"As someone who has known you for a good 8 years, I heavily disagree."

Wooyoung helped Yeosang sit down on a chair, before sitting down himself. Yeosang laid himself down on Woo's lap and curled up. They sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other's company.

"Heyyyyy suckersssssss" Yunho walked in with Mingi in tow, and they placed the bottle of wine on the table.

"Here, in case you needed a refill on that juice, Jong."

Yunho placed the apple juice in front of jongho, who nodded at Yunho and stashed it away somewhere.

"Yo Woo, that producer is here somewhere by the way. He arrived a little while ago, if you wanted to say hi."

Wooyoung refrained from jumping up in shock for the sake of Yeosangs head, which was still on his lap. He played with Yeosang's hair to calm himself down.

"He's here?"

Just then, a tall man walked in, the chains on his leather jeans clinking as he leaned on the door and crossed his ankles. He looked expensive, with his leather fit and his dark, slicked back hair tied into a little ponytail. Wooyoung instinctively ran his hand through his own dark hair, the platinum blonde underlayer tousled and unruly.

"Show off." The man murmured under his breath, glancing right at Wooyoung.

Wooyoung paused with his actions, taking his eyes off the wine he was pouring and right into the mysterious man's charcoal eyes.

A dangerous aura circled both men as they maintained eye contact, Wooyoung challenging the other man to say something else.

"Mm spicy." Yunho walked in between the man and wooyoung, sending glares to them both as a warning. "Everyone, this is- Yo Hongjoong, Seonghwa, stop eating each other's faces and pay attention. Anyways, this is San, Choi San. He's in my year, so he's your elder. I'm sure we can all speak casually though, can we not?"

San stood up properly and walked fully into the room, doing so in a way that annoyed Wooyoung. "Of course, I don't see a problem with casual talk. For most of you that is." He gestured his head to Wooyoung. "This one however...needs a lesson. Or three"

"Now listen here-" Wooyoung stood up aggressively, getting defensive. Yeosang rolled onto the floor with a thump.

And all chaos broke loose.

Yeosang flew up instantaneously, confused from being dropped onto the floor by Wooyoung. He hit his hand on the table, the wine glasses falling with a crash, glass on glass. Wooyoung stood up with a cry and tried to help Yeosang up, forgetting the fact he was holding his own glass. The contents flew through the air and onto Mr Choi San, turning the exposed whiteness of his shirt red.

The room became silent, before Hongjoong piped up from the corner.

"Y'all have a knack for spilling wine on things, don't you?"

San glared at Wooyoung, who returned the gaze as mean as he could.

"Well, now that pleasantries are over, Mr San, my name's Wooyoung. I hope we never meet again."

"Agreed"

Yeosang crashed onto the chaise, and started snoring.