Seonghwa steps back. The air shifts. The walls go up again.
"Go home, Hongjoong," he murmurs. "It's late."
And just like that, he turns and walks away.
Leaving Hongjoong on the swing, staring after him, wondering why it feels like he just lost something he never really had.
Hongjoong tells himself he should let it go.
He doesn't.
The next few days, he lingers. He throws Seonghwa into conversations, makes sure he can't just slip away.
He waits for cracks—small moments, tension in Seonghwa's shoulders, the distant look in his eyes.
And then, one night, he catches him again.
Seonghwa, standing outside alone—leaning against the railing of the dorm's rooftop, staring at the city below.
Hongjoong steps up beside him. Neither of them say anything.
And for the first time, Seonghwa doesn't move away.
It's not much. But it's something. He'll take it. For now. Because this isn't over.
Not by a long shot.
With a deep breath he turned to the taller whose eyes were open but focused on thoughts playing behind them.
"Hey," he nudged him.
"What is it Hongjoong?" Seonghwa sighed.
He looked so tired that it made Hongjoong's lips form a pout unconsciously.
"You tell me, little fairy." He shrugged. "Are you gonna lie again? Walk away?" He added when Seonghwa's lips stayed sealed.
"I never walked away." Seonghwa frowned, he is not a quitter.
"Oh?" The shorter snorted. "My bad, misunderstood you there." He rolled his eyes, letting the other know he was not being serious.
"Wanna come to a party with me and San tomorrow? It's Saturday. You can't be doing anything, can you?" He quirked an eyebrow in judgmental fashion.
Seonghwa's blood run cold at that. Spending time with San and Hongjoong? After he threw them like used wrappers? What is Hongjoong even on about?
His doubts must have been loud on his face because Hongjoong giggled.
"What? Scared you're gonna have a fun time for once?" He challenged.
Only if he knew Seonghwa had cried to himself ton lot times about the way he put a wall between the only two friends in his life.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He scowled, scolding the tightness in his stomach away.
"I don't know Seonghwa! The fact that you've put a stick up your ass for the past 2 years?!" Hongjoong snapped, unintentionally. He was just fed up with this act.
Hongjoong hates pretentious people.
Seonghwa has somehow mastered the act of pretending, it makes him go crazy.
The raise of his voice lingered in an echo a few seconds after, in the silence that followed. Seonghwa stared at him with a set of eyes that held hundreds of emotions and no emotions at all at the same time.
What is Hongjoong even supposed to understand from this? It is so frustrating.
"I'll come pick you up at 7. You better be ready." He informed.
"I have assignments to do Hongjoong! We're not 17 anymore!" Seonghwa whined.
It made Hongjoong's breath stutter. Seonghwa looked so overly adorable at the moment, and it alarmed him the freakiest way possible.
"Yeah. You're 20!" He scoffed. "Careful there grandpa. Should I get you your cane?" He mocked, feeling proud at the way Seonghwa's face twisted due to offense.
"You're unbelievable." Seonghwa shook his head.
"I know. Been told before." He grinned and if his eyes weren't making things up on their own to his benefit there was definitely a slight pink coat of blush on Seonghwa's cheeks.
"So your choice. Unless you want me to kidnap you and keep you handcuffed until tomorrow's party in my own dorm; you better finish that assignment by 4" he pursed his lips.
"Otherwise; be my guest, my bed is big enough for two."
Seonghwa's eyes widened, fluster evident in his face. "You—"
He sighed.
"It's the last time Hongjoong. You all should stop intervening with my education. You're the reason I'm failing." He squinted his eyes.
"Failing?" Hongjoong exasperated. "Seonghwa what the fuck you're on about!?" He hands flying over his head in absolute disbelief.
"You literally got 99.8 on our hardest subject!" He shouted in confusion.
Seonghwa's eyes darkened at the reminder. "Could have done better." He gulped the lump in his throat. "Anyway, I'll go tomorrow. But it's the last time." He pulled an index in warning.
Hongjoong still baffled raised his hands in false surrender. "Sure. Let's go."
"Where to this time?!" Seonghwa stomped his foot in irritation.
"Our rooms" the shorter chucked, all in all he just wanted to squeeze Seonghwa's cheeks and call him cute at this moment.
"I'm walking you back." He decided.
"I don't want you to!"
"Wasn't a question."
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