You, Again || YeonGyu

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It's been two months since that late-night closure talk with Yunjin.

And sure, Yeonjun liked to tell people he was healing—he even believed it, sometimes. But healing felt more like limping with a smile on your face than actually walking again. The process wasn't pretty. Some nights were easier. Some days? Brutal.

Now back in Korea, Yeonjun had finally moved into a quiet little neighborhood tucked somewhere near the outskirts of Seoul. The house was too big for one person, but he liked the silence. It didn't ask questions. It didn't remind him of Yunjin.

Well, until his so-called "new" friend Wooyoung kept barging in uninvited.

They'd been friends for eight years now. Eight. And yet Yeonjun still insisted on calling him his "new friend" for some reason. Wooyoung never understood it.

"Dude, she's still so beautiful after all those years..." Yeonjun mumbled, his voice muffled by the throw pillow he was currently face-down on. "You get me, right? RIGHT??"

Wooyoung sat on the edge of the couch with his arms crossed, staring at him like he was some tragic main character from a K-drama. "And you call that moving on?"

Yeonjun groaned louder and buried himself deeper into the couch. "You know what? Just shut up."

Wooyoung just shook his head with a sigh.

Yeonjun suddenly sat up halfway, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wait, I cooked something earlier—it's in the fridge. You can grab some."

"Wow," Wooyoung said sarcastically, dragging himself to the kitchen. "You're making me feel so special."

The sound of the fridge door opening was followed by an excited gasp. "Bibimbap?! You really went all out—"

A slipper flew across the room and smacked him square on the head.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Wooyoung shouted, turning around dramatically.

Yeonjun, completely unfazed, flopped back on the couch. "That's for the new neighbors. They moved in yesterday. I made that for them. Now go give it to them."

Wooyoung frowned like a child. "Why don't you go yourself? You wouldn't even give me one."

"First, I'm not in the mood to welcome anyone, but I feel like I should. Second, fine—you can have some later. Happy?" Yeonjun yawned. "Now GO."

Wooyoung grumbled all the way to the door, muttering under his breath, "Sir, yes sir..."

Somewhere outside, a few confused turns later...

"Why does he even bother doing this for every person who moves in here?" Wooyoung mumbled as he wandered down the street, bibimbap container in hand.

After asking at least three grannies, two bikers, and a delivery guy, he finally found the house.

Block 029. Choi.

He pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the door creaked open, and standing there—

A boy. Slim frame. Loose white shirt. Round glasses perched on his nose. He looked like he came straight out of a slice-of-life anime. Messy hair, slightly panicked eyes, and a voice that sounded like it hadn't been used in a few hours.

"H-Hi? How can I help you?"

Wooyoung blinked. Then grinned.

"Hi! I live a few blocks away—well, I don't, but my friend does. He wasn't really in the mood to come out today because...uh... he's still trying to move on from this girl who broke his heart like, four years ago. They had a dramatic closure a couple of months back. Anyway! He made this bibimbap for you—he always cooks for people who move into the neighborhood."

He handed the container to the boy.

The boy blinked at it, then at him.

"I... Tell him thank you. And thank you too, for bringing it over," he said softly. "We could... we could be friends. If you want."

There was a pause.

Wooyoung winked. "Cute and polite. I'll be back tomorrow. Gotta go for now. Bye, cutie."

And just like that, he jogged back to Yeonjun's house with a smug smile on his face.

Back at Yeonjun's place...

"So?" Yeonjun asked without looking up from his phone.

Wooyoung kicked his shoes off, flopped beside him, and dramatically threw his head back on the couch.

"Bro. You wouldn't believe what I saw."

"What? A ghost?"

"A pretty boy, YEONJUN. A PRETTY BOY." Wooyoung shouted, hands flying in the air like he'd just seen his soulmate.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes and pretended to gag. "Stop being gay in my house, bro."

"Says the guy who cried to a Taylor Swift song last week."

"SHUT UP THAT WAS ONE TIME—"

Wooyoung laughed, curling into the couch. "We are so going to his house tomorrow."

Yeonjun squinted. "What?! I'm not go—" he paused mid-sentence, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Okay. Maybe. Just to see who you've been simping for."

Wooyoung grinned. "I have good taste."

Yeonjun laughed, not realizing his chest felt just a little lighter than it did this morning