❝ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ❞
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Third Person's POV
"Hyung, I thought we don't have any meetings for today. Why so sudden?" Wooyoung groaned in frustration after Seonghwa informed him about the meeting that they would attend in 20 minutes.
"I don't know. Are you complaining, Wooyoung? Well, you used to be so excited if we have meetings like this even if it's really suddenly," Seonghwa retorted at the younger in front of him. He clasped his hands together and placed the on top of Wooyoung's glass table.
"I'm not complaining, Hyung. It's just-"
"You miss Y/N?" Seonghwa accused the younger male in front of him with his infamous painfully judging look.
Wooyoung scoffed. Then, he opened his mouth to say something but interrupted by the person swinging his office door open.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the meeting starts in 10 minutes, guys. Don't forget to bring the files for the meeting, Wooyoung. You too, Seonghwa hyung," said San as he stepped his feet inside the room with an exhausted face.
"Eh? What- What files? Who's gonna be in the meeting?" Wooyoung asked dumbfoundedly at San who took a seat next to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa then stood up and walked to Wooyoung's chair. He raised his hand up and his the back of Wooyoung's head a little hard while saying, "stop thinking about her! Stop thinking about her! Stop thinking about her!"
"Her? You- You mean my sister?" San asked, confused. In front of him, there was Wooyoung who begged Seonghwa to stop hitting him.
"Yeah, your sister. Who else that could make him whipped like this if it's not your sister, San?" Seonghwa replied while rolling his eyes. San laughed.
"Dude, I swear to God. You're really whipped for her. Don't put too much hope in her, Wooyoung. I know my sister since she was still a mix of my dad's sper-"
"San, stop. I know what you were going to say. Stop," the oldest in the room scolded with a look of disgust on his face.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung was in his own world. He was thinking what San meant by his words. Something was really going to happen.
Don't put too much hope in her.
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Curling up into a ball and applying a light pressure on the stomach were what Y/N was doing in that afternoon. She was alone in the big house that belonged to her husband.
Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Yeosang were still working and Seonghwa texted Y/N earlier that they would have a long meeting with one of their new clients so she had to wait for a little longer until they came back.
"Mannn, period sucks," Y/N complained, followed by a painful groan at the end. She was laying on her stomach on the long and wide couch, sprawled out like a dead starfish. One of her hand was placed on her stomach, rubbing it in circles slowly so the pain from her cramps would disappear even if it was kind of impossible since it was like her third days of period.
Really, no one knew about that. Not even Wooyoung. Why would she even tell him that? Isn't that ridiculous to tell him when he has nothing to do with it? It would also be a little embarrassing right?
Soon, Y/N felt her phone vibrated from inside her blue hoodie pocket. She sighed, trying to guess the person that was calling her at that time where she needed to relax without anyone or anything bothering her.
Y/N then fetched her phone out of her pocket and took a short glance at the caller ID but sadly, it was from an unknown number. She hesitated first before answering the call and pressing her phone to her right ear.
"Y/N here. Who is it?" She asked to the caller, displaying a bored look on her face. Yet the only voice she heard were just the sound of breathings being inhaled and exhaled slowly, heavily, and deeply. It was so similar like after-crying breaths.
"Hello?" She said to the phone, beginning to get curious about the person who called her without saying anything to her through the call.
Then in two seconds, the caller hung up, leaving Y/N pissed off. She took a glance at the unknown number that dialed her minutes ago, it was a familiar number and she had never seen that before. She rolled her eyes and tossed her phone aside, thinking that it was just some sick high school students who were pulling a dumb prank on her.
"How the fuck did they get my phone number? Ugh, those stupid kids. Why are they so annoying these days?!" She complained to herself grumpily. She wasn't like she used to. It was just because the effects of her period cramps so she got 10 times grumpier than ever.
Not so long after, her phone vibrated again. She sighed harshly and took her phone, answering the call without even bothering to see the caller ID which she assumed was the person earlier who called her with an unknown number.
"What? What? What do you freaking want dude?! Stop messing with my life will you? Are you a terror-" she was talking quickly to the caller while raising her voice like a mad woman.
But her assumption was wrong. The caller cut her off in shock and amusement, "woah, woah, woah. Chill, gurl! It's Yunhooo!" His voice was so cheerful that it reminded Y/N to Spongebob.
She sighed and replied, "oh yeah? Sorry, Yunho. What's up?"
"Hongjoong hyung needs you," Yunho answered in instant through the phone. His voice was groggy but he managed to say it without any mistaken words.
"Huh?"
"Hongjoong. Needs. You," the male repeated, his voice was more desperate than before. Y/N knitted her eyebrows deeper in confusion if it was possible.
"What's wrong? Is something happening with him?"
"Just come with me. I'm outside your house- I mean Wooyoung's house."
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-Win-
A/N:
Aye y'all don't be mad at me but look I found this on my facebook timeline. Dude I was like 'mamma mia, look at my men!'
Hongjoong's blue hair nearly killed me :< I WANNA SEE EM. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THOSE ANGEL LOOKING GUYS. LOOK AT YUNHO'S PINKEU HAIR😭
Choke me to death please.
Kill me heal me, it's 3:14 AM when I'm publishing this chapter.
By the way guys, look what I found... again on my facebook timeline.
Dude wtfffffff. Look at his face. Yeosang looked so happy lmao I can't-