𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 | Seongjoong/Ateez ff

Chapter Six

He was just nervous, incredibly so.

I mean, how could he not when just beside him stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his whole twenty six years of being alive? It was pretty fair for him to feel like that, right? Even if his besfriend was snoring soundly on an almost stranger's couch.

He finished his glass of water and after having asked San where he should put it and setting it on the little coffee table in front of the couch he turned to the sleeping Wooyoung and sighed.

"You need help carrying him to your car?" San offered stepping closer.

Seonghwa nodded. "Yes, please."

And then, with the help of San, he dragged his besfriend's body out of the house and into the passenger seat of his car, securing the seatbelt and stepping back, closing the door.

"Thank you San, for... Not letting him stay there alone. I mean, he probably did it other times but–"

"Don't worry about it, really. I was worried too when I saw him there in that state."

Seonghwa smiled sadly at San, who smiled back with the same underline of sadness and worry.

"You're a great guy, San. I wish for Woo to find someone like you one day, maybe you, who knows?"

"You talk like an old man Seonghwa" San laughed resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I mean, I'm not old but I just celebrated my twenty sixth birthday." Seonghwa chuckled back.

"Then you're older than anyone here." San nodded to himself. "I mean, I don't know about Wooyoung but me and my friends are all going to turn twenty five this year, except Hongjoong that is turning twenty six in November and Jongho that is a year younger than all of us."

Seonghwa nodded and smiled once again to the man in front of him.

"Well, I'll get going then. Thank you again San. Take care."

"You too Seonghwa."

...

"I already saw him, but I can't recall where I've seen him." Hongjoong spoke from his spot on San's couch after San had returned inside from helping Seonghwa drag Wooyoung into his car.

He knew he had already seen the silver haired male somewhere, but he didn't remember when or how. It was pretty unusual to see someone with silver hair, so he was sure it had been him, but when...

"Are you talking about Seonghwa or Wooyoung?" Asked San propping himself down on the couch next to him.

"Seonghwa."

Jongho curiously looked at them conversing from the armchair where he had sat after the other guys had left, silently listening to their conversation.

"Maybe you've seen him at The Light? He was there with Wooyoung when I asked for his number."

"You asked for someone's number? You never ask for anyone's number!"

"I found him extremely attractive ok? Plus he didn't wanna give it to me. Seonghwa did."

"So you already had Seonghwa's number, why did I have to text him the adress?"

"No, Seonghwa gave me Wooyoung's number."

"We're getting off topic. So he was there the night we performed there?"

"Yes."

Hongjoong suddenly remembered where he had seen the guy. In the parking lot, when he was waiting for Mingi to arrive and drive him home.

He hadn't spent much time looking at Seonghwa, but he remembered clearly that he was already looking at him when he spotted him. He remembered clearly how Seonghwa's eyes had widened and how his cheeks had became red.

The thought brought him back to his boyfriend. The boyfriend that tonight he had planned to forget about to enjoy the night out with San, because he had been too tired to keep being sad over the night time calls that once were normal between them, that now had become only a faint memory of when they were actually happy together.

And maybe because of the younger's distance towards him lately, he too had started to lose feelings just a little.

Not enough for him to stop hurting though.

He let out a deep sigh, pushing himself up from the couch, when his phone vibrated against his thigh from his pants's pocket.

Why did he need to become so attached to Mingi exactly? It only hurt.

He fetched his phone and turned it on, scanning the notifications and spotting one from -speaking of the devil- Mingi.

It was a quick goodnight text. One that they used to excange so much during the first months of their relationship, but that now had become a rare occurrence.

And maybe it was because he was tired and exausted from carrying the weight of a grown ass man (Wooyoung), or maybe he had just had enough of the other's behaviour towards him, but he didn't know what pushed him to write that text message.

That one text message.

So with a quick "bye" to both San and his brother and one last sigh, he walked out of the house and got into his own car, ready to go home and pass out as soon as his body came in contact with his bed.

"We need to talk"

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Why did I spend the past hour trying to learn "More than anything" from Hazbin Hotel, I don't know, but my brother said he's gonna learn it with me so now I'm happy.