[2PM] Time is Ticking
time is ticking
junho/wooyoung; pg-13; ~2500w
wooyoung was always late.
Wooyoung was always late. This was something Junho had learned in the past six years of knowing the other boy. Even if he told Wooyoung to arrive an hour earlier than planned, he somehow managed to be late to everything.
Junho glanced down at his wristwatch for the third time and let out a little sigh. Ten minutes past the original meeting time. Go figure. He seriously considered just leaving the spot and ditching his friend - God knew that he deserved it anyway - but a sudden screech of sneakers against pavement erased all thoughts of leaving from his mind.
A sheepish smile was plastered on the face of his so-called-best-friend-who-was-late-to-every-single-damn-thing. Junho merely glared.
Wooyoung looked crestfallen. “Junho,” he pleaded as soon as Junho turned his back on him and began to walk away. “I tried to come early, I really did! B-But there was this kitten on the side of the road and it looked really lonely and sad so I tried to pet it - but it ended up biting me! I shook it off but holy crap, it started to follow me and - “
He immediately stopped babbling when Junho turned his head to glare at him again. Wooyoung gulped.
“A kitten,” Junho stated in a monotonous tone. Wooyoung nodded weakly. Junho narrowed his already-tiny eyes into even tinier slits. “A kitten,” he repeated. Wooyoung blinked rapidly for a moment before grinning brightly.
“It reminded me of you!”
Junho immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh please,” he snorted and turned around but Wooyoung was already pulling on his arm excitedly.
“Seriously! It was gray and cute with little white paws,” Junho’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink at this but Wooyoung didn’t notice, “and he was really cute! But really vicious. Like you!”
Junho’s cheeks became even pinker. “I am not cute,” he said hotly. “I am a man!”
Now it was Wooyoung’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sure,” he joked. “A cute man.”
Junho shoved Wooyoung’s shoulder and turned his face away so his friend wouldn’t see his now beet-red cheeks. “I hate you,” he murmured. Wooyoung only laughed in response. They both knew that Junho had already forgiven him.
Wooyoung grabbed of Junho’s arm and began running down the street, despite the other boy’s protests. Eventually Junho’s protests melted into laughs and the two of them stumbled down the street, purposely bumping into each other.
Yes Junho would always end up forgiving Wooyoung for being late, messing up, or just being a retard in general. Why? The answer’s simple of course.
Junho was hopelessly attracted to his best friend.
Being Christian meant knowing the difference between evil and good. And Junho knew that his lo-infatuation with Wooyoung was all sorts of evil.
Junho didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn’t mean for Wooyoung’s face to appear in his dreams - especially the ones that left him red and flustered. He didn’t choose for Wooyoung’s particular smile to be the one that sent his heart in a frenzy. He didn’t ask for Wooyoung to be the one that he wanted by his side for the rest of eternity.
It just kind of…happened.
Junho looked into his mirror and sighed before splashing his face with cold water. “Life sucks,” he muttered to the glass. It truly did. Junho didn’t want any of this to happen. He wanted to be a normal boy with normal desires.
Not this absurd obsession with another boy.
Junho rubbed his face with his towel and began to walk out of his bathroom. “Maybe I should see a counselor,” he murmured to himself.
“See a counselor for what?”
Junho immediately dropped his towel and squealed like a girl when he saw the object of his affect-troubles stretched across his bed without a care in the world.
The poor boy had trouble breathing. “You - how - bed - time - Wooyoung!” Wooyoung grinned at his friend’s incoherency.
“Your mom let me in,” he explained. Junho just hid his face in his towel, hoping that the dampness would cool off the newly formed heat in his face. It was way too early for him to be dealing with Wooyoung - wait it was too early?
Junho’s head shot up and he immediately stared at Wooyoung with piercing eyes. Wooyoung’s smile fell from his face and he shifted uncomfortably. “What time is it?” Junho asked slowly. The other boy merely chewed on his lip and looked up at the ceiling, obviously not wanting to deal with Junho’s interrogation. Junho took a deep breath.
“Seven. It’s seven in the morning.” Wooyoung still didn’t look at him. “And it’s not a school day.” The boy lifted his hand to inspect his fingernails. “And I didn’t ask you beforehand to come here.” Wooyoung started to whistle.
Junho lost it. He pounced on the other boy and the two of them struggled on Junho’s bed for a few seconds before Junho finally grabbed Wooyoung’s sides. Wooyoung froze.
“N-No Junho! You know how ticklish I am!” Junho just smirked. Temporary horror graced Wooyoung’s features before he erupted in laughter as Junho began to dig his fingers into his flesh. “J-Junho you jerk,” Wooyoung wheezed through giggles.
Junho shrugged at his words, fingers unforgiving. “I’m not stopping~” he sang and Wooyoung flailed around on the bed for a moment prior to slumping in an exhausted heap. Junho drew back his fingers and looked at Wooyoung expectantly. He was surprised to see that Wooyoung looked…guilty.
Then he said the words that Junho never ever wanted to hear him say.
“I got a girlfriend.”
Junho felt his entire world crashing down on him, a merciless numbing wave of pain. He must have been staring at Wooyoung for too long because his friend cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Uh Junho?”
Junho blinked out of his daze and forced the corners of his mouth to go up in what he hoped was a convincing smile. “Sorry Wooyoung it’s just - “
“Surprising?” Wooyoung suggested and Junho nodded blankly. The other boy scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. “Yeah well I was surprised too…it sorta came out of nowhere…”
Then why are you going out? Junho wanted to ask. Why are you bothering with a girl who probably barely knows you, while the person that is practically your other half is right here and willing?
Instead, “What’s her name?” ended up coming out of his mouth.
Wooyoung instantly brightened up. “Oh! Her name is Miyoung, but she likes to be called Tiffany. She’s from America and her Korean is so bad it’s ridiculous.”
Tiffany’s a stupid name, Junho immediately thought. He would’ve thought more demeaning things about the nameless girl named Tiffany but he stared at Wooyoung’s dreamy expression and an image of an older Wooyoung with a pretty wife and a child in his arms popped into his head.
Junho already knew he had lost.
“…I’m glad for you.”
Wooyoung perked up. “Really?” Junho nodded again, not trusting his tongue to say what he needed to say. “That’s great! You know Junho, you’re my best friend and for a moment I thought you disapproved or something. That would’ve sucked huh?”
Junho laughed hollowly and punched Wooyoung in the shoulder.
Yeah. That would’ve sucked.
Tiffany’s ridiculously pretty and nice. And Junho absolutely hated that because he really wanted to dislike this girl, find some sort of flaw, tempt Wooyoung away from her evil seductive ways. But when she tilted her head slightly and stuck out her hand for a handshake, eyes crinkled up in a friendly smile, Junho knew he could not hate this girl.
“Please take good care of Wooyoung,” Junho bowed politely. Tiffany’s smile widened.
“Wooyoung! I didn’t know your friend was so polite.” Junho inwardly winced because, damn her Korean was really bad. But Wooyoung just chuckled sheepishly.
“Junho’s better at a lot of things - that includes being nice to people.”
Tiffany laughed and Junho instantly thought of wind chimes and bubbles. She pinched one of Wooyoung’s cheeks. “So are you telling me that you’re a jerk?”
Wooyoung winked at her. “Only if you want me to be.” Tiffany laughed again.
A sick feeling began to form at the pit of Junho’s stomach. He really didn’t know what he did to deserve this - it was painful enough that Wooyoung was already taken but this was just adding salt to the wound. Pain shot through his chest when Tiffany leaned up to kiss Wooyoung’s cheek.
“He’s always late,” Junho blurted out. The other two paused in their flirting and looked at Junho. “Yeah,” he continued. “No matter what it is, he’s always late to everything - dates, dinners, study sessions, anything.”
Wooyoung frowned. “Hey I make it to the important things - “
“My sixth birthday?” Junho raised an eyebrow. Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest. “And the ten birthdays after?”
Wooyoung pouted before burying his face in Tiffany’s shoulders. “I told you he’s mean to me,” he whined. Tiffany giggled and patted Wooyoung’s back comfortingly.
“You guys sure have a good relationship,” she noted.
Junho gritted his teeth. “Yeah. We sure do.”
Tiffany and Wooyoung had been going out for about half a year and Junho was proud to say that he had gotten used to it - gotten used to the disappointment when Wooyoung had to cancel for Tiffany, used to the dull ache of pain that sprouted up whenever Junho saw Wooyoung hug the other girl, got used to everything.
It was safe to say that he had become numb.
It was annoying - how compatible the two were, how Junho would have to be an insanely bad person to try and ever break them up.
So when Wooyoung came to his house one day with an unusually serious expression, Junho couldn’t help but be surprised.
“You’re having problems with Tiffany?” he asked incredulously. Wooyoung nodded stiffly, mouth twisted in an ugly frown. Junho blinked. Well this was new.
No - this is your chance!
“I mean,” Wooyoung slumped across the couch, one arm draped across his eyes. “Things are going so well. I don’t understand it.” His voice suddenly got a lot quieter and Junho strained his ears to hear. “I really do like her and I know she likes me but…”
Something’s missing.
Wooyoung pulled his arm away and looked at Junho. “Yeah you’re right.” Junho blinked. He did not mean to say that out loud.
“But,” Wooyoung sat up on the couch and looked at Junho desperately. “What’s missing? What is it?”
Me, Junho screamed in his head. It’s me that loves you, knows everything about you, accepts you for whatever you do. It’s me.
“I can’t tell you that.” Wooyoung visibly deflated and Junho bit his lip as he looked away. “It’s just that…I’m your best friend and I know you’ll be happy with her. I know that this is right for you. So maybe it’s just a phase, just a feeling, and you’ll feel better tomorrow. I know you Wooyoung. I know this will pass.”
Junho’s shoulders stiffened when he felt Wooyoung’s arms wrap around him but he slowly relaxed in his hold because it’s been too long since he had a proper hug from him.
“Thanks Junho,” Wooyoung whispered in his ear. “You really are my best friend.”
A million different voices screamed at Junho to take it back, win him back, do something. But he forced on a smile and placed his hands on Wooyoung’s wrists.
“I know.”
Junho told himself that it didn’t count as heartbreak if the person you loved wasn’t someone that you were supposed to love in the first place.
Changsung entered the dorm loudly and shoved the phone in Junho’s face. Junho looked up from his biology book in confusion. “What is it?” Changsung rolled his eyes.
“Call from home of course. Are you gonna take it or not you douche?”
Ignoring Changsung’s usual vulgarity, Junho took the phone from his roommate’s hand and placed it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Junho?”
Junho’s heart skipped a couple of beats and he inwardly cursed himself. Two years and he still reacted to the sound of Wooyoung’s voice.
“-ho? Junho?”
“I’m here,” Junho said quickly, voice slightly hoarse.
“Oh,” Wooyoung sounded relieved. “That’s good. How’s school?”
Junho shrugged, even though he knew Wooyoung couldn’t see him. “Ehh it’s okay. The classes are kinda difficult but they’re fun. And I’ve met a ton of,” Junho looked over to where Changsung was currently stabbing his folder with a pen. “…interesting people.”
Wooyoung laughed. The sound warmed Junho down to his toes - he missed Wooyoung’s laugh, familiar and comforting. He missed everything about Wooyoung. He missed spending time with him. He missed -
“Are you coming home?” Wooyoung’s questions interrupted Junho’s reminiscing.
“…What?”
Junho knew he sounded like a retard and Wooyoung’s laugh only furthered his embarrassment. “Home. Don’t you get off next week?”
“How did you find that out?” There was silence for a moment and Junho really wanted to bash his head against the wall. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh. “Wooyoung I - “
“I want to see you.”
Junho’s heart stopped for a second.
“Wooyoung - “
“Please come.”
The dial tone sounded. Junho bit his lip and stared at the phone for a minute. Then he dialed the number for the local airport.
I guess I’m going home.
Junho sighed as he walked into the empty house. “Typical,” he said out loud. “That as soon as I get home, everyone is gone.”
And Wooyoung was late as usual. No helping that.
“To think I flew all the way back here to an empty house…I have exams to study for dammit,” Junho grumbled to himself as he dragged his suitcase to his room. Still grumbling, he opened the door, looked inside and gasped.
All of his walls were entirely covered by bright neon-colored post-its. Junho couldn’t even see his blue and white striped wallpaper anymore-just green, yellow, and pink. Oh god, the pink.
Resisting the urge to rip the little papers from his wall, Junho walked towards his bed and threw his suitcase on top of it. Then, he turned around to face the army of post-its. He walked towards the wall, stretching his fingers, but stopped when he saw that there was something written on the post-it.
Do you love me
__ Yes
__ No
Junho drew in a breath and scanned the rest of the room. All of the post-its had the same note scribbled on them. Every single one of them.
“Hey.”
Junho quickly turned around and gaped when he saw Wooyoung. “You did this?” he asked incredulously. There was no way. What about… “Tiffany,” he gasped out and he walked towards Wooyoung with his arms stretched out. Junho grabbed the other boy’s collar.
“You don’t love me,” Junho whispered. Wooyoung’s eyes softened and he gently grabbed Junho’s arms and slowly slid them down.
“You said it yourself,” Wooyoung leaned forward and placed his forehead against Junho’s. “I’m always late for everything.”
junho/wooyoung; pg-13; ~2500w
wooyoung was always late.
Wooyoung was always late. This was something Junho had learned in the past six years of knowing the other boy. Even if he told Wooyoung to arrive an hour earlier than planned, he somehow managed to be late to everything.
Junho glanced down at his wristwatch for the third time and let out a little sigh. Ten minutes past the original meeting time. Go figure. He seriously considered just leaving the spot and ditching his friend - God knew that he deserved it anyway - but a sudden screech of sneakers against pavement erased all thoughts of leaving from his mind.
A sheepish smile was plastered on the face of his so-called-best-friend-who-was-late-to-every-single-damn-thing. Junho merely glared.
Wooyoung looked crestfallen. “Junho,” he pleaded as soon as Junho turned his back on him and began to walk away. “I tried to come early, I really did! B-But there was this kitten on the side of the road and it looked really lonely and sad so I tried to pet it - but it ended up biting me! I shook it off but holy crap, it started to follow me and - “
He immediately stopped babbling when Junho turned his head to glare at him again. Wooyoung gulped.
“A kitten,” Junho stated in a monotonous tone. Wooyoung nodded weakly. Junho narrowed his already-tiny eyes into even tinier slits. “A kitten,” he repeated. Wooyoung blinked rapidly for a moment before grinning brightly.
“It reminded me of you!”
Junho immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh please,” he snorted and turned around but Wooyoung was already pulling on his arm excitedly.
“Seriously! It was gray and cute with little white paws,” Junho’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink at this but Wooyoung didn’t notice, “and he was really cute! But really vicious. Like you!”
Junho’s cheeks became even pinker. “I am not cute,” he said hotly. “I am a man!”
Now it was Wooyoung’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sure,” he joked. “A cute man.”
Junho shoved Wooyoung’s shoulder and turned his face away so his friend wouldn’t see his now beet-red cheeks. “I hate you,” he murmured. Wooyoung only laughed in response. They both knew that Junho had already forgiven him.
Wooyoung grabbed of Junho’s arm and began running down the street, despite the other boy’s protests. Eventually Junho’s protests melted into laughs and the two of them stumbled down the street, purposely bumping into each other.
Yes Junho would always end up forgiving Wooyoung for being late, messing up, or just being a retard in general. Why? The answer’s simple of course.
Junho was hopelessly attracted to his best friend.
Being Christian meant knowing the difference between evil and good. And Junho knew that his lo-infatuation with Wooyoung was all sorts of evil.
Junho didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn’t mean for Wooyoung’s face to appear in his dreams - especially the ones that left him red and flustered. He didn’t choose for Wooyoung’s particular smile to be the one that sent his heart in a frenzy. He didn’t ask for Wooyoung to be the one that he wanted by his side for the rest of eternity.
It just kind of…happened.
Junho looked into his mirror and sighed before splashing his face with cold water. “Life sucks,” he muttered to the glass. It truly did. Junho didn’t want any of this to happen. He wanted to be a normal boy with normal desires.
Not this absurd obsession with another boy.
Junho rubbed his face with his towel and began to walk out of his bathroom. “Maybe I should see a counselor,” he murmured to himself.
“See a counselor for what?”
Junho immediately dropped his towel and squealed like a girl when he saw the object of his affect-troubles stretched across his bed without a care in the world.
The poor boy had trouble breathing. “You - how - bed - time - Wooyoung!” Wooyoung grinned at his friend’s incoherency.
“Your mom let me in,” he explained. Junho just hid his face in his towel, hoping that the dampness would cool off the newly formed heat in his face. It was way too early for him to be dealing with Wooyoung - wait it was too early?
Junho’s head shot up and he immediately stared at Wooyoung with piercing eyes. Wooyoung’s smile fell from his face and he shifted uncomfortably. “What time is it?” Junho asked slowly. The other boy merely chewed on his lip and looked up at the ceiling, obviously not wanting to deal with Junho’s interrogation. Junho took a deep breath.
“Seven. It’s seven in the morning.” Wooyoung still didn’t look at him. “And it’s not a school day.” The boy lifted his hand to inspect his fingernails. “And I didn’t ask you beforehand to come here.” Wooyoung started to whistle.
Junho lost it. He pounced on the other boy and the two of them struggled on Junho’s bed for a few seconds before Junho finally grabbed Wooyoung’s sides. Wooyoung froze.
“N-No Junho! You know how ticklish I am!” Junho just smirked. Temporary horror graced Wooyoung’s features before he erupted in laughter as Junho began to dig his fingers into his flesh. “J-Junho you jerk,” Wooyoung wheezed through giggles.
Junho shrugged at his words, fingers unforgiving. “I’m not stopping~” he sang and Wooyoung flailed around on the bed for a moment prior to slumping in an exhausted heap. Junho drew back his fingers and looked at Wooyoung expectantly. He was surprised to see that Wooyoung looked…guilty.
Then he said the words that Junho never ever wanted to hear him say.
“I got a girlfriend.”
Junho felt his entire world crashing down on him, a merciless numbing wave of pain. He must have been staring at Wooyoung for too long because his friend cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Uh Junho?”
Junho blinked out of his daze and forced the corners of his mouth to go up in what he hoped was a convincing smile. “Sorry Wooyoung it’s just - “
“Surprising?” Wooyoung suggested and Junho nodded blankly. The other boy scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. “Yeah well I was surprised too…it sorta came out of nowhere…”
Then why are you going out? Junho wanted to ask. Why are you bothering with a girl who probably barely knows you, while the person that is practically your other half is right here and willing?
Instead, “What’s her name?” ended up coming out of his mouth.
Wooyoung instantly brightened up. “Oh! Her name is Miyoung, but she likes to be called Tiffany. She’s from America and her Korean is so bad it’s ridiculous.”
Tiffany’s a stupid name, Junho immediately thought. He would’ve thought more demeaning things about the nameless girl named Tiffany but he stared at Wooyoung’s dreamy expression and an image of an older Wooyoung with a pretty wife and a child in his arms popped into his head.
Junho already knew he had lost.
“…I’m glad for you.”
Wooyoung perked up. “Really?” Junho nodded again, not trusting his tongue to say what he needed to say. “That’s great! You know Junho, you’re my best friend and for a moment I thought you disapproved or something. That would’ve sucked huh?”
Junho laughed hollowly and punched Wooyoung in the shoulder.
Yeah. That would’ve sucked.
Tiffany’s ridiculously pretty and nice. And Junho absolutely hated that because he really wanted to dislike this girl, find some sort of flaw, tempt Wooyoung away from her evil seductive ways. But when she tilted her head slightly and stuck out her hand for a handshake, eyes crinkled up in a friendly smile, Junho knew he could not hate this girl.
“Please take good care of Wooyoung,” Junho bowed politely. Tiffany’s smile widened.
“Wooyoung! I didn’t know your friend was so polite.” Junho inwardly winced because, damn her Korean was really bad. But Wooyoung just chuckled sheepishly.
“Junho’s better at a lot of things - that includes being nice to people.”
Tiffany laughed and Junho instantly thought of wind chimes and bubbles. She pinched one of Wooyoung’s cheeks. “So are you telling me that you’re a jerk?”
Wooyoung winked at her. “Only if you want me to be.” Tiffany laughed again.
A sick feeling began to form at the pit of Junho’s stomach. He really didn’t know what he did to deserve this - it was painful enough that Wooyoung was already taken but this was just adding salt to the wound. Pain shot through his chest when Tiffany leaned up to kiss Wooyoung’s cheek.
“He’s always late,” Junho blurted out. The other two paused in their flirting and looked at Junho. “Yeah,” he continued. “No matter what it is, he’s always late to everything - dates, dinners, study sessions, anything.”
Wooyoung frowned. “Hey I make it to the important things - “
“My sixth birthday?” Junho raised an eyebrow. Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest. “And the ten birthdays after?”
Wooyoung pouted before burying his face in Tiffany’s shoulders. “I told you he’s mean to me,” he whined. Tiffany giggled and patted Wooyoung’s back comfortingly.
“You guys sure have a good relationship,” she noted.
Junho gritted his teeth. “Yeah. We sure do.”
Tiffany and Wooyoung had been going out for about half a year and Junho was proud to say that he had gotten used to it - gotten used to the disappointment when Wooyoung had to cancel for Tiffany, used to the dull ache of pain that sprouted up whenever Junho saw Wooyoung hug the other girl, got used to everything.
It was safe to say that he had become numb.
It was annoying - how compatible the two were, how Junho would have to be an insanely bad person to try and ever break them up.
So when Wooyoung came to his house one day with an unusually serious expression, Junho couldn’t help but be surprised.
“You’re having problems with Tiffany?” he asked incredulously. Wooyoung nodded stiffly, mouth twisted in an ugly frown. Junho blinked. Well this was new.
No - this is your chance!
“I mean,” Wooyoung slumped across the couch, one arm draped across his eyes. “Things are going so well. I don’t understand it.” His voice suddenly got a lot quieter and Junho strained his ears to hear. “I really do like her and I know she likes me but…”
Something’s missing.
Wooyoung pulled his arm away and looked at Junho. “Yeah you’re right.” Junho blinked. He did not mean to say that out loud.
“But,” Wooyoung sat up on the couch and looked at Junho desperately. “What’s missing? What is it?”
Me, Junho screamed in his head. It’s me that loves you, knows everything about you, accepts you for whatever you do. It’s me.
“I can’t tell you that.” Wooyoung visibly deflated and Junho bit his lip as he looked away. “It’s just that…I’m your best friend and I know you’ll be happy with her. I know that this is right for you. So maybe it’s just a phase, just a feeling, and you’ll feel better tomorrow. I know you Wooyoung. I know this will pass.”
Junho’s shoulders stiffened when he felt Wooyoung’s arms wrap around him but he slowly relaxed in his hold because it’s been too long since he had a proper hug from him.
“Thanks Junho,” Wooyoung whispered in his ear. “You really are my best friend.”
A million different voices screamed at Junho to take it back, win him back, do something. But he forced on a smile and placed his hands on Wooyoung’s wrists.
“I know.”
Junho told himself that it didn’t count as heartbreak if the person you loved wasn’t someone that you were supposed to love in the first place.
Changsung entered the dorm loudly and shoved the phone in Junho’s face. Junho looked up from his biology book in confusion. “What is it?” Changsung rolled his eyes.
“Call from home of course. Are you gonna take it or not you douche?”
Ignoring Changsung’s usual vulgarity, Junho took the phone from his roommate’s hand and placed it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Junho?”
Junho’s heart skipped a couple of beats and he inwardly cursed himself. Two years and he still reacted to the sound of Wooyoung’s voice.
“-ho? Junho?”
“I’m here,” Junho said quickly, voice slightly hoarse.
“Oh,” Wooyoung sounded relieved. “That’s good. How’s school?”
Junho shrugged, even though he knew Wooyoung couldn’t see him. “Ehh it’s okay. The classes are kinda difficult but they’re fun. And I’ve met a ton of,” Junho looked over to where Changsung was currently stabbing his folder with a pen. “…interesting people.”
Wooyoung laughed. The sound warmed Junho down to his toes - he missed Wooyoung’s laugh, familiar and comforting. He missed everything about Wooyoung. He missed spending time with him. He missed -
“Are you coming home?” Wooyoung’s questions interrupted Junho’s reminiscing.
“…What?”
Junho knew he sounded like a retard and Wooyoung’s laugh only furthered his embarrassment. “Home. Don’t you get off next week?”
“How did you find that out?” There was silence for a moment and Junho really wanted to bash his head against the wall. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh. “Wooyoung I - “
“I want to see you.”
Junho’s heart stopped for a second.
“Wooyoung - “
“Please come.”
The dial tone sounded. Junho bit his lip and stared at the phone for a minute. Then he dialed the number for the local airport.
I guess I’m going home.
Junho sighed as he walked into the empty house. “Typical,” he said out loud. “That as soon as I get home, everyone is gone.”
And Wooyoung was late as usual. No helping that.
“To think I flew all the way back here to an empty house…I have exams to study for dammit,” Junho grumbled to himself as he dragged his suitcase to his room. Still grumbling, he opened the door, looked inside and gasped.
All of his walls were entirely covered by bright neon-colored post-its. Junho couldn’t even see his blue and white striped wallpaper anymore-just green, yellow, and pink. Oh god, the pink.
Resisting the urge to rip the little papers from his wall, Junho walked towards his bed and threw his suitcase on top of it. Then, he turned around to face the army of post-its. He walked towards the wall, stretching his fingers, but stopped when he saw that there was something written on the post-it.
Do you love me
__ Yes
__ No
Junho drew in a breath and scanned the rest of the room. All of the post-its had the same note scribbled on them. Every single one of them.
“Hey.”
Junho quickly turned around and gaped when he saw Wooyoung. “You did this?” he asked incredulously. There was no way. What about… “Tiffany,” he gasped out and he walked towards Wooyoung with his arms stretched out. Junho grabbed the other boy’s collar.
“You don’t love me,” Junho whispered. Wooyoung’s eyes softened and he gently grabbed Junho’s arms and slowly slid them down.
“You said it yourself,” Wooyoung leaned forward and placed his forehead against Junho’s. “I’m always late for everything.”