Seonghwa was by his mirror, looking at his reflection. He looked flawless. As always. His black hair curling slightly around his eyes, brushing his neck softly.
His black button up matched his usual appearance, the slacks just adding that mature hue.
His fingers trembled by his sides though. His heart raced at the thought of spending time with Hongjoong and San after all these months apart.
No, seriously, what was Hongjoong even thinking?
He invited him as if he wasn't there when San snapped at Seonghwa in that cafe.
He proceeded with practicing his own facial expressions. He did that daily. He had to be careful when in public, his parents never failed to remind him.
A shudder shook his body at the thought of his parents. He must be careful today.
A knock shattered his thoughts, head jerking its the direction out of reflex. He strode forwards, forcing a smile before he opened it.
Of course, Hongjoong was the one behind it. Seonghwa's eyes jumped to his digital wall clock. 7 pm sharp. Hongjoong always the punctual boy.
For a few seconds the shorter said nothing but let his eyes scan Seonghwa's appearance.
"Beautiful as always, I see." He grinned softly. It surprised the older, who refrained his eyes from bulging last second.
For all he knows the boy in front of him is supposed to hate his guts.
Clearing his throat he ignored the statement, making Hongjoong giggle. Such a Seonghwa move. He wasn't offended, more like entertained.
"Ready?" He tilted his head to the side, his eyes teasing but not rude.
"Yeah." Seonghwa replied quietly, taking a deep breath before he closed his door behind him.
They walked towards Hongjoong's motorcycle, which was a surprise to the taller. He didn't know Hongjoong finally owned one. He had been day dreaming about that back in high school.
Seonghwa could feel his heart warming a bit at the realization that the younger achieved that goal.
"Come're" Hongjoong jutted his head towards his bike. Obeying, the taller stood closer instinctively ducking his head backwards when a helmet was nearing his hair.
"I can do that." He gulped, flustered that Hongjoong wanted to put the helmet on for him.
"My bike my rules" the shorter rejected effortlessly as he let one of his palms pat Seonghwa's hair down.
Seonghwa's breath hitched, his face feeling warmer.
"We don't want your hair ruined, do we?" Hongjoong chuckled, winking in that attractive way of his.
"Thanks..." the taller mumbled, voice less authoritative than usual. "Where's your helmet?" He added, frowning.
Already on the motorcycle, head void of any protection, Hongjoong just reckoned him to join.
"I have only one." He shrugged.
"Then you should use it!" Seonghwa huffed with a scowl as he plopped himself in the backseat.
Hongjoong hissed at him when he realized that the taller attempted to take the helmet off. "Keeping you safe is my responsibility. You're mine to take care of, for the night, anyway."
Damn, Seonghwa's heart skipped a beat. He was so glad for the helmet, it protected him from the embarrassment to admit that he blushed because of Hongjoong.
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