(no) Strings Attached

Mistakes Meant To Make

This could be considered as a double update

"Wooyoung!" Yeosang's voice woke the younger from the after sleep daze.

Wooyoung was sitting on their usual spot. His coffee barely touched, his eyes closing and head lolling from side to side.

Forcing his eyes open Wooyoung turned to his friend, waving a tired hand in the air. "You look like shit." The older snorted, punching the brunette's shoulder playfully.

"I feel like one." Wooyoung agreed, pouting. "Why would you want to meet on the fucking morning?" He whined, sprawling his arms on the table as he laid his head in between.

"Because you're depressed nowadays and you still haven't told me about that hottie that fuddled you in that party." Yeosang squinted his eyes accusingly.

"Why you make it sound so wrong?!" Wooyoung squealed softly as he ruffled his hair, making it a bit more of a mess.

"His name is Seojun." He started. "But that's it really nothing important happened." He shrugged.

"That's because you let San get in your head. Again!" Yeosang fired back. "How do you know everything!?" Wooyoung rasped in disbelief.

Yeosang laughed hard at that, throwing his head back. He flinched when his head knocked on someone standing behind him.

When he snapped his eyes open, head still facing the ceiling, he smiled brightly since it was no one else but his boyfriend.

"Hello, gorgeous." Jongho smiled, bending over to leave an awkward but sweet nonetheless peck on Yeosang's plump lips.

"You successfully made Wooyoung come again, I see" the younger chuckled, taking a seat next to his boy.

"Yes. And he says he is willing to throw away the first person ever interested in him cause of San" he folded his arms against his chest.

"I did- I did not!" Wooyoung chocked on his words, offended. "It's just that Seojun is just a nice guy who tried to lift my mood. It's not the same.." his voice cracked at the end, his eyes lowering.

Shaking his head, he frustratingly blowed his runny nose with a napkin. "Like I don't want to lie anymore but it's not easy, okay?" He whispered, not resisting the sadness in his voice.

Yeosang hummed, a pout of his own coming into display. "I know Woo. I know dammit. But I can't let you do this to yourself anymore. I told you at least a hundred times that San is not worth it. And the next moment? Rumors of you two almost having sex in the hallway!" Yeosang huffed.

"The hallway!!" He repeated with his arms moving above his, disappointed.

"W-we— no! That's absolutely not what happened—"

"Wooyoung he had you pinned on the wall with his hands under your tee! If I could talk by experience that usually leads to sex!" Yeosang widened his eyes at Jongho who smirked snuggly at that.

Wooyoung checked his wristwatch pointedly, before he stood up; refusing to respond.

Because honestly say what? That did happen and it made him hit himself a couple times while laying on his bed.

"Well I have class." He sighed, waving his hand towards his best friends. "Yes wouldn't want to miss psychology class, would you?" Yeosang snapped softly, Wooyoung flipping his middle as he left hurriedly.

Wooyoung entered the room just as the professor scribbled something across the board, sinking into his usual seat—next to the very reason he wanted to throw himself into the nearest traffic cone.