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Fictional Love

Jongho x Yeosang

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Jongho was exhausted when he came to his house. The cafe had more customers than usual, and he was working with another two people. Yeah, that didn't exactly help.

He took off his shoes and sighed, his feet hurting way too much due to standing for a long time. His jacket was next, placing it on the couch.

He walked towards the bathroom, wanting immediately to have a shower. His clothes were being took off even before he reached the room.

He placed his dirty clothes to the laundry, and tried to find the best temperature in the water. A steaming hot shower would be nice.

He went inside, closing the curtain, letting the boiling droplets fall on his skin. His aching muscles relaxed immediately, a sigh leaving his lips. Today's work was like nothing else.

Finishing, he grabbed his fuffly robe, and putting it on, he went to his bedroom. He searched through his wardrobe for the usual black tee and grey sweatpants and put them on.

Deciding that food at this time would only cause him a stomach ache, he went for a simple warm glass of milk. This would also help him sleep better. Seeing that tomorrow was Sunday and they were closed, he could get some good sleep.

While waiting for his milk, he started thinking about what he was going to write.

You see, Jongho loved to write. Like, a lot. He didn't do it professionally, more like a hobby. He loved writing so much, his parents always told him this.

But he also was really talented at it. But it wasn't because of practise. Sure, practise helped him a lot to develop his writing skills, but he was a natural writer.

And because he knew that he had this talent, he didn't let it go to waste. He started writing and writing. And he loved it.

There was once in his life that he thought of following this path professionally, but he immediately rejected that idea. He didn't know what was this that he didn't like.

Maybe it was the fact that his work would be altered, for the purpose of a book company to increase its sales. Or maybe being forced to write something that he didn't like, only to entertain people.

He knew that these may be stupid reasons, but it was enough to keep his love where it was. Inside his room.

He went into his room, placing the mug of milk on his desk. He sat in his chair and searched through his drawers for his notebook, where his last work was being written. And he had to admit, this was his favorite.

Jongho didn't know if that was possible, but he had fallen in love with his main character, Yeosang. He had written him so meticulously, putting so much detail into him, that he hoped he was a real person.

Like, if his fictional Yeosang was a true person, he would love to be with him.

He didn't quite know what was his inspiration for writing this, or choosing his character. He had even sketched him, and that didn't help him. If anything, he would stare at his drawings, wishing that he would meet him. Or someone like him.

He grabbed a pencil from the case, and rereading what he had previously wrote, he continued his work.

Yeosang was the most romantic character Jongho had ever written. The way he treated his significant other was so delicate and caring, Jongho wanted a relationship like this.