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One.
Shotaro is livid.
Because of a certain someone (okay not just someone, two certain someones to be frank), not sitting right across from him in the cafeteria right now. It has been happening for a few times, and he is not sure how much longer he could take this.
At the corner of the university’s crowded lunch area, five boys are seated, leaving two obvious empty spots. All eyes from these men stare right into space, face blank, mind probably blank as well. Despite the liveliness of the peak lunch hour, silence fills up the air between them.
Until Shotaro, slams his palms right across the table. The others jolt within their seats. Outsiders would think this was dramatic, and the same goes for the rest frankly. Shocking even. Shotaro never spouts out in anger, and the sport science major in the group, Sungchan, is already noting this moment in their nonexistent history book of ‘top 10 outstanding moments of Osaki Shotaro’.
“Guys, this is insane. three times in a row. And they are not here. Again!” the oldest of the group spouts, lips emphasizing the last word, before he slumps back down with his shoulders bend forward and head duck down. The others could only sigh at the sight of that man.
The ‘they’ shotaro was referring to is his other friends, his roommates, Eunseok and Sohee. The septet, consisting of him and his roommates, Wonbin, Sungchan, Seunghan and Chanyoung, have their ‘daily cult-like assembly” (according to Chanyoung’s quotation) during their lunch hours without a miss,. All 7 of them would usually hangout till everyone reluctantly drags themselves to their respective classes. However, the other two have been absent recently, and the group took it as a huge offense. (well more like Shotaro was taking the most offense from the rest).
But this is their third time, and Shotaro is wondering if Eunseok and Sohee decided to leave the assembly to build up a new organization or some sort, making potions to coax the public to join them or new registration forms for recruitment. He is imagining them laughing viciously, while stirring their magic pots. Stop Shotaro, stop.
“Hyung, relax. They told us that they had to finish off their club tasks.” Seunghan, the younger in the same performing arts major as Shotaro, rubbing along his back in circles, trying to calm the older down. Shotaro could not.
“And it has to be the same task they have been doing for the last two times they had club meetings?” Shotaro proceeds to bring up his first two fingers, curls them up to form an apostrophe sign at the mention of ‘task’. “I am starting to doubt their work ethics.” and he fully lays his head right against the table.
“They have been hanging out a lot just with the two of them out of their club duties too. Like what, did they forget us or something?” the others, except for Shotaro, glance at each other for the remark. Shotaro is hurt.
Before the seven of them met, Shotaro along with Eunseok and Sohee were a trio back in their college days after they were assigned as roommates. They hit it off, as if they were missing brothers that got reunited. Every professor would dread these three in their classes as they were disruptive, everyone in their majors would know how closely knitted they were. Yes, the Japanese male is certainly grateful for each and every single one of them, but his heart had a special spot for his roommates, his anchors, his support system that gave him strength during the difficult early phases of college.
And this feels like a common occurrence in trios, where one gets left out, Shotaro does not like the taste of that. The three had talked about this, and promised to never get into that stage. Heck, it is not even about trios at this point, it is about the septet the duo is abandoning. Does it mean nothing to them? Shotaro thought, mouth bitter, chest tightening out of agitation. He hates what he is feeling.
As the rest spend roughly half an hour listening to Shotaro’s groans and whines about his roommates, everyone resumes (or more like grunting their way out) their own schedules. Coincidentally, Shotaro has a lecture with his roommates. Once he got into class, he sees the two already in their seats. Shotaro notices their hushed conversations, the way Sohee’s cheeks are flushing red when Eunseok leans over to whisper something in his ear. Or the way they would get all embarrassed when their shoulders just brushed.
Deciding to ignore that, Shotaro walks over and greets them. Taking a seat, he asks the usual.
“How are club duties?” Shotaro questions, placing his backpack over his table as he takes a seat.
“It was okay, just doing the same old thing." Eunseok answers on the duo’s behalf, smiling at Shotaro. Shotaro frowns. In his senses, something feels off.
“I miss you guys, when are you guys gonna come to lunch with the gang again?” Shotaro asks again, this time his lips juts out into a small pout, unable to contain his sadness.
This time, Sohee answers, with a half smile. “Soon hyung.”
Shotaro blinks. He hums, and faces to the front. The professor has arrived.
A little part of his heart shattered. It never happened before but it's okay. He can fix it.
Two.
Shotaro heads over to his usual class for the last time of the day. The same old usual professor will speak into the crowd with nothing, he swears he could fall asleep every time he attends this class. Again, the two of his roommates are elsewhere. The uncomfortable coil against the pit of his stomach is getting stronger each day. He is starting to be convinced that he might be left out.
“Would it be funny if suddenly the professor opened an ASMR channel and his videos are just him reading off from the slides-” Sungchan is back with his nonsensical hypotheses, walking with Shotaro to class. Sungchan keeps on talking, but Shotaro is not listening. His mind was thinking, W here are they?
Pulling the door handle and tugging the door open to his lecture hall, his heavy footsteps drag upon the wooden surface. Suddenly he stops in his tracks, and sees that the two of them arrive before him. Shotaro is questioning whether he needs prescription glasses because he swears he notices Eunseok’s own face is so close to Sohee’s cheek. They are flushing again, this time in a deeper crimson red, whatever. Shotaro is no artist, color palettes is not his thing but he is positive that Sohee’s cheek looks like he could burn.
Shotaro’s hand yanks on Sungchan’s hard bicep, pulling him out from the class. Sungchan backtracks, his long limbs are fumbling back. The taller forbids, he could have a heart attack with how felt seconds ago as he almost fell to the cold ground.
Once they are outside, Sungchan is pressed to the wall nearby beside the door. “What the fuck Osaki-san you know I do not have the best legs-”
“Did you see what I saw earlier on?”
The usual Jung Sungchan, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, and shakes his head. Shotaro wants to smack his forehead and put some senses in there for once instead of his crazy endless thoughts.
“Was Eunseok just kissing Sohee’s cheek?”
And that is when Sungchan let out a small ‘oh’, peeking through the tiny clear window of the classroom’s door, as if he could see anything of the two inside. They are sitting way behind. Dumb Sungchan.
“I didn’t see that? Why did you think they kissed?” Sungchan mutters, hand reaching to the back to rub his neck. Shotaro wants to scream.
“I mean!” Shotaro exclaims, hands waving in the air, trying to make up words to say. Shotaro speaks again. “Eunseok was so near to Sohee’s cheek, it looks like it.” Shotaro shrugs, hands fiddling with one another.
Shotaro mentally slaps himself, currently he thinks he might be over analyzing the whole ordeal. He sounds so stupid towards Sungchan. There are various reasons as to their proximity, perhaps they had their reasons for going all up to each other’s personal space. Besides, Shotaro understands, Sohee is just adorable. He has his occasional cute aggressions towards him too, so he understands if Eunseok is having those episodes at the moment.
“You know what, forget it. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.” Shotaro shrugs it out afterwards, and walks back into class. Shrugging along, Sungchan follows.
Upon returning to class, the two stumble again. This time with Sohee being right in front of him, stopping their tracks without notice. Shotaro staggers backwards, just in time for Sungchan to catch the shorter one in his arms.
“Hyung? Are you good? Why did you leave class all of a sudden?” Sohee asks, holding Shotaro’s arm trying to balance him back on his feet. Shotaro only stares back into the younger’s doe eyes, which are staring right back at him so tenderly, with slight concern clouding over. He could not say anything back, and stands back right up on his feet.
“Hey- oh it is nothing! Shotaro thought he dropped his phone somewhere. He could not feel it in his pocket.” Sungchan covers Shotaro, and heinternally thanks Sungchan.
Sohee then flicks between Sungchan and Shotaro, and smiles in dismissal before turning his heels to walk back to class. With the two being left alone, Sungchan then lets go of Shotaro, helping to brush away the wrinkles on his sleeves.
“Hyung, relax. Maybe you haven’t slept much these days. You have been practicing your showcase day and night haven’t you? Besides, I am sure they did not kiss. Would be too sudden isn’t it?” Sungchan gives a soft pat on Shotaro’s back, and walks into the class too. Shotaro tries to reply, but nothing comes into his mind. Settling for defeat, Shotaro follows along and goes back.
As soon as Shotaro walks into class, the professor arrives and the class starts. The said professor asks students to refer to a certain number on the slide, but Shotaro does not take note of that. It did not matter to him, still a little dazed from the imagery that kept on repeating in his head. Is it really not a kiss?
Shotaro’s eyes catch on and could not gaze away, Eunseok and Sohee think they are sleek. Although Sunngchan is sitting in between the other two and Shotaro, the dancer could see it clearly. Their hands lacing against one another, placed nicely on Eunseok’s thigh. Eunseok’s thumb is rubbing the back of Sohee's hand in circles. Shotaro always knew Eunseok and Sohee are very contradicting in terms of their sizes. From their hands, the way Eunseok’s covers Sohee’s ones entirely, the way Eunseok’s back is broader than Sohee’s, the way-
Shotaro shakes his head, trying to erase the random memos in his hand. Shotaro uses all of his strength to not ask himself the ‘how's’ and ‘why’s’ they are like this, he allows them to be. Friends could still show affection like this too
Somehow, the seams of his ‘mended’ heart started to unseal again. But it is okay. He can fix it.
Three.
The days go by and everything seems normal. Eunseok and Sohee come back hanging out with the others again as they are done with their club duties, so Shotaro is definitely relieved. More relieved out of the rest. He could not help it, after years of having failed friends and the unsettling trauma he had built over the years in trying to make acquaintances, this one finally worked out. And he hopes it will stay that way. All doubts and thoughts he had earlier were long gone.
However, those thoughts spiraled back. When Shotaro catches the two, assumingly making out. At their shared kitchen.
What the fuck.
Shotaro has his own classes, even a performing arts major has to sit in classes over an hour or two while the professor discusses the importance of audio-visual production. It is natural, since they all chose different degrees, with Eunseok as a business major and Sohee as a childhood education major, they have their own subjects they need to attend. But they still have general subjects to sit, as it is a requirement. So they still share some classes together.
So when Shotaro comes back home after a long day of dance practices as preparation for his dance showcase, all exhausted, the fatigue suddenly goes away at the sight.
He just wants a glass of water for God's sake.
The visual feels like an illusion, Eunseok’s back covers Sohee entirely, so Shotaro could not see what they are doing exactly. But the sounds make up for it, as he hears soft pants and lips smacking against one another. is pressed over the counter. It sounds hungry and desperate, as if they had not indulged their meals for days, resorting to each other as their fuel. Eunseok’s arms pressing against the edge of the counter, caging the youngest in between. It is hot, steamy, as Sohee lets out a soft whine at whatever Eunseok did. Shotaro knows Sohee is getting it good. Their hands look like they are fumbling against one another, catching on anything they could touch.
One word, needy.
Somehow, instead of disgust, Shotaro is confused.
Discarding his thoughts, as much as it is going to be awkward, he is really thirsty. In no way he would go out on purpose to go buy water. He is worn out, bed calling, lulling him to sleep. He just needs to break the ice and just go in. Shotaro is positive that these two fellas are not aware of him coming home.
With the remaining brain cells he got, he shifts, very loudly. Throat letting out a loud cough while his eyes pretending to fixate in his bag, faking a search to look for gold in his bag. He feels the two notice, and they scramble away from each other. Breaths are still heavy, chest heaving up and down at the intensity. Eunseok is straightening his hair, probably from how Sohee was tangling his fingers around there while Sohee’s lips look red and slicked.
Shotaro tries to play it cool, he pretends to not notice the moment he saw earlier, to save them and himself from embarrassment.
“Taro hyung, we did not know you came back.” Eunseok, still trying to catch his breath, quickly leans himself back on the counter, mirroring the same position Sohee currently is in but with his arms crossed.
“Yeah, my last class ended at four.” Shotaro lets out a chuckle, fishing out his phone from his pocket. 4:30pm , it shows.
Trying to shag the awkward air away, he quickly walks over them and grabs the glass of water he desperately needs. He opts to replenish his hydration in his room while quickly shouting a small ‘bye’, saving their faces.
Once Shotaro is in his room, he places down the now empty glass of water on his study desk. Prioritizing the cleanliness of his bed, he lays on the floor. His brain is having a mind fog, too overwhelmed to do anything right now.
Shotaro’s brown orbs stare at the ceiling above and his mind replays the scene of his best friends from moments ago, over and over again. Shotaro brings up his arms, hands covering his head to try and stop the imagery from playing again.
“What are they..” Shotaro mutters to himself, eyes boring into the white ceiling again.
Shotaro is indeed confused, confused on their status, as friends or as lovers? Shotaro feels he has no position to doubt and testify to their relationship. It is their business, their privacy they can decide their labels for themselves. Let it be as friends with benefits or lovers, but a hint of curiosity shadows Shotaro’s brain just for a bit. Humans are gossipy in nature, Shotaro cannot help thinking of them, what his friends actually are.
But there is this constant pang ringing against Shotaro’s chest, and he knows well what this emotion is. He is not naive, he knows this is the pang he gets when he sees his crush talking to another person, or when someone gets a dance position he really yearns for. But he does not understand why he is feeling this pang, feeling this sense of jealousy towards Eunseok and Sohee. Jealous because he wants to gain the same experiences as them, as he has not been the best in luck in terms of hookups, it is normal for him to crave intimacy.
Or, jealous because he is not included in this activity shared by the two of his friends?
Shotaro does not want to admit, his heart anchors the latter. His confusion doubles, for his sudden yearning to be included in such closeness with his best friends.
Shotaro sighs out, the cloud of thoughts poof abstractly in his head, trying to distant them away. It is starting to annoy Shotaro, on how much he is a thinker. He slowly sits up, using all of his strength to lift his body, as if it is weighted down with rocks and goes to his bathroom for a shower. Shotaro needs the bed.
The patches within the crevices of his heart were not holding up, he was not sure why each time it only broke down. But it is okay, he can fix it again.
—
After witnessing Eunseok and Sohee in the kitchen, he could feel the wall between them and himself, and it is all his doing. Shotaro did not like ignoring his best friends but he was too damned to face them now. Even if they may or may not have noticed that the aspiring Japanese dancer was watching them, he did and his stupid brain could not stop re-showing that scene, like a broken DVD. Shotaro is not having it, it is too awkward for him. He only hopes that his best friends did not notice the shift. Shotaro cannot bear to explain the reason why he is ignoring them is due to him catching them eating each other’s faces.
“I do not know if my eyes are deceiving me.” Shotaro said, sounding defeated. Wonbin, his other mate who is a music major, slides down against the mirror and sits beside the older one. Eunseok offered this morning to accompany Shotaro to his individual dance practice, but quickly shut it down and asked for Wonbin instead.
“I mean if they were dating or friends with benefits or whatever the fuck their label is, why would they not tell me? I have been their friend for years, I am not sure why this has to be so secretive. They know I will accept them in whatever form they are right?” Shotaro said out his worries, voice low. Wonbin could only give a soft pat against the dancer’s shoulder. It is soft and assuring.
Shotaro did not mind, they could fuck if they want with or without strings. That is why friends with benefits are a thing. Friends to lovers are a thing too, and he would be ecstatic if the latter happens between Eunseok and Sohee. He much prefers so, he has heard the horror stories of casual hookups, they always go cold.
But the thought he had back in his room, is eating Shotaro alive. He knows his head would be happy for his friends, if that scenario were to happen. However, his heart says otherwise.
His heart resents, absolutely shattered.
“Hyung, who knows the reason they are not telling you because they are scared? Scared of freaking you out?” Wonbin answers. The older’s eyebrows furrowed.
“What- why would they?” Shotaro asks, brows furrowing in confusion. Wonbin hums.
“I don’t know either hyung, have you been scaring them off with something?” Shotaro frowns deeper at Wonbin’ question. The younger then notices, and shakes his head to shift his answer scope.
“Look I have no idea what their status is but one night stands exist. Who knows it is a one time thing? I mean, you three have terrible sex lives out there, I would understand if they are trying to blow steam-”
Wonbin is still blabbering his theories, something Shotaro got used to after being friends with him. Despite that, Shotaro’s head wanders, to the scene of his roommates kissing, again and again. The way their hands fit against one another, the sounds released by them that he has never heard from his friends before were heard for the first time. Shotaro wonders how they would look kissing each other, an imagery he could not comprehend. A coil ruptured within the pit of his abdomen.
Shotaro lets out a loud grunt, head flings forward, hanging there. He gets up, and walks to the middle of the practice room. He is going to practice on one of his performances in the showcase. Move after move, each time executing with harder force than the previous. Shotaro is dancing his frustration off.
Sadly, it did not work. The pent up discontentment is still boiling within. Shotaro pushes further, Wonbin only can watch with a sigh.
Shotaro swears he is using the strongest glue to keep his heart intact, but even that, the glue is still not his strongest soldier. Pain is swelling out from the ridges of his heart, dripping out in agony.
He is having a hard time fixing his heart now.
Four.
Shotaro has been away from his place for good reason. He has been preparing for his annual showcase, something his degree requires him to do for extra credit. Shotaro would not lie that he has been loving it, that he gets to works on new dance pieces he and his course mates choreographs with pride. He can finally show his passion, his true colors of dance. Shotaro hopes that he would be able to showcase his creativity through this once in a lifetime showcase.
The same old routine, he gets back home after sweating his shit off after practice and kicks his shoes off and walks into his room immediately, with lighting speed in case he catches any sorts of mishaps he was to see. He is not going to catch another act. Anyhow, he is planning to give Eunseok and Sohee tickets to his showcase to try and dissipate the obvious ignorance he has been giving to his roommates for awhile in terms of their texts and phone calls.
Shotaro has not been seen with the two in a while, and everyone knows why. Obviously others would comprehend that he is busy practicing to show a great performance in his showcase. He has been staying back in dance studios till the peak of midnight, but Shotaro knows in the depths of his heart, that is not the main reason why. Shotaro is making up excuses, avoiding certain people that have been invading his mind for weeks, avoiding them so he would not catch them doing the unholy. Which is why he comes back late at night, when he knows Eunseok and Sohee are sleeping.
The dancer is grateful that each of their rooms have their own bathrooms, he cannot bear the walk of shame going in and out from his room. The shower is what he really needs, the water hitting on every inch of his skin, stress dissipating slowly. These kinds of showers would help so much with the built up tension he has received from the past few weeks of practice.
But with what Shotaro had to face right after, the shower helped him merely.
You win some, you lose some. You each get your own bathrooms but the walls here are thin. That was what the landlord told them when they all moved in for the first time. Indirectly, the landlord reminded Shotaro, Eunseok and Sohee to be wary with their noises, specifically when bringing in ‘guests’, that their horniness can be heard throughout the house. They all had experience, with the thin walls, from how Shotaro could hear Eunseok’s screams after losing in his video game, and how Sohee would talk to himself in his room, doing a teaching stimulation with his own plushies as a part of his syllabus. Which is why the three of them made a rule where no hookups are allowed in the house for their peace, it is either they go to a random hotel or either to their one night stand’s place.
Somehow, Shotaro’s spidey senses sense something is broken.
The no-sex policy has been broken, because he just heard someone moaning. Not just someone.
It is Sohee moaning.
Fucking hell.
A towel on his hand, he dries his hair, ready to walk into Eunseok and Sohee’s respective rooms to give them tickets. But the sounds made Shotaro backtrack, he is at his limit.
Shotaro has other predicaments, maybe Sohee is touching himself, but the bed creaks. He is definitely not alone. Shotaro did not expect the youngest of the three to cross the line. As a result, it is setting Shotaro on fire. Imaginary fumes are bursting out from his ears, face warming up.
“This is fucking crazy.” Shotaro mumbled, before he throws the tickets onto his bed. He is reaching for his doorknob, going to find the youngest and give a piece of his mind.
However, upon hearing the voices in a clearer state, explicit ones he must add, reality hits him.
Sohee is not just with a random stranger. He is with Eunseok.
Eunseok and Sohee.
Eunseok and Sohee are fucking. Holy.
The dancer needs to hold himself before he actually faints on the ground. They knew the walls, the fucking walls. But also, Shotaro thinks when did their relationship escalate to being fuck buddies. Shotaro’s mouth is hanging open, like a broken toy.
“ Hyung.. Ah fuck yes right there.. So good.. ” Sohee whines out, all breathless and airy.
They were just getting started from the sounds of it. Seconds after, more obscene whiny moans from the younger are audible. Shotaro can conclude that Eunseok is really going at it with the youngest.
“ You like it when I go rough with you huh? ” Eunseok mumbles, huffing under his breath, using his strength to make Sohee feel good. More strings of moans reap through the youngest’s throat.
“ Yeah hyung- Fuck me hard please.. ”
Shotaro’s mind starts to get hazy, head dizzy at the overwhelming information he is getting at the moment: one, his roommates are breaking the ‘no-fucking’ rules, and two, his homies are breaking the rules with each other, by having full on butt on dick sex.
Somehow, his heart breaks into two.
Shotaro could understand why he is angry, but he did not understand the sudden oomph of sadness filling in the chambers of his heart. He is still hearing them faintly, a few nicknames like ‘ baby ’, ‘ sweetheart ’ and ‘ angel ’ are sprawled in between. The moans are not calming down anytime soon from Sohee’s side, Shotaro imagines how much of a giver Eunseok is even in bed.
Within his chest, it bubbles. A hot fiery bubble lies within, tempting to spill anytime. Other than feeling left out recently, having his friends breaking the house rules and keeping secrets from him hits the icing on the cake.
Taking his phone, anything that is necessary for survival on the next few days, he walks out from his room, doing the walk of shame from his private space to the door of the house. Confusion and hurt, those two are the main feelings the Japanese male is feeling.
With a loud slam, he leaves the place while calling Chanyoung if he could stay over since he has an extra bed on his end.
In Shotaro’s room, there lay the two tickets, slowly slipping away and falling onto the floor. Forgotten and neglected.
The seams of his heart broke, and this time he does not bother to fix it, like how he does not bother to give those tickets anymore. He lets the void fill with silence.
Five.
“Hyung, come one you cannot stay here like this. I am not saying I am trying to kick you out, I welcome you here with all my heart but Eunseok and Sohee hyung have been messaging and trying to call you. And they are blowing up our phones too. We all can’t cover you up anymore. Go back, hear them out.”
For his ripeful age of 20, Chanyoung has the maturity of a philosopher, sometimes Shotaro questions why he does not take Philosophy as his minor along with current major, Literature. Instead, he takes Music along with Wonbin. Well, he is not bad with music either, this kid is talented he can play the damn cello . Shotaro is impressed with the youngster, an asian’s parents dream child.
But he hates that the boy is right. It has been a few days since he left his accommodation. Shotaro is lucky that after the class he had to attend the day after he heard the two fucking, he does not have many after that. Initially he only leaves to his escapism, the dance studio. He wishes he has a better third place to go to because those two know he does not go anywhere else in his free time other than the cafeteria, his room and the damn dance studio. So they did try to find him there, but Shotaro was quick enough to leave through the secret back door. Now, he resorts to staying in Chanyoung’s room, instead of having a full on adult conversation with his friends back in his real accommodation. Communication issues are not something Shotaro needs to put in his bingo card.
“I do not get it Chanyoung, does this make sense to you? We all agreed to the ‘no-fucking in the house policy, and they decided to break the rule on each other too? Of course I am furious!” Shotaro spats out, anger coating his words. He is certainly curious on why Chanyoung is not cool with him staying over here just for a few days but is okay with his other two hyungs fucking each other.
Shotaro lays back on the bed after his back gives out on bending at an uncomfortable position with his knees up against his chest and his head resting on there. Eyes looking blankly at the ceiling, he huffs out a loud sigh.
These days, Shotaro has been having full on conversations with himself, raising doubts about his feelings, puzzled and weirded out by this tight sensation in his chest. He knows he is not having a heart attack (sometimes late night random searches on google aids him, for instance how to differentiate a chest pain and an actual heart attack), but why is his heart swelling so much these days?
“Hyung, I know you are probably hurt because of various possibilities.” Chanyoung walks across from his side of the bed to Shotaro’s. He sat on the edge, looking at the oldest. Shotaro only listens.
“Maybe you are hurt because you feel they do not trust you, but they are scared to tell you about them because they value your opinion the most. You are the closest to them, they do not want to disappoint you.” Shotaro hears the same exact reason Wonbin told him weeks prior. Now he knows where Wonbin’s emotional maturity came from recently.
Silence fills in the room again, and Shotaro replies with a loud sigh, shrugging his shoulders up.
“Or maybe you are hurt because you love them, hyung.”
And Shotaro springs up from his position, eyes wide at the youngest.
“What.. what are you..” Shotaro takes a deep breath. “Mind giving a little more explanation on what that means?”
Now, it is Chanyoung’s turn to take a deep breath.
“Hyung, how do you not realize your own feelings? How do you realize everyone else’s except yours. How long were you in a state of denial?”
“Woah watch it, what the hell what is with the bluntness from you young man-”
“As much as I want to strangle you now, I shall be civil.” Chanyoung’s sharp tongue starts getting in the way. “Do you not notice how soft your eyes go whenever you see them? How much you go in awe whenever you see them?”
Shotaro tries to defend himself, but nothing is coming out from his mouth. He would rather say he is adoring his younger friends, they are all adorable in his eyes. Who would not go heart-eyes on them? It is not just Eunseok and Sohee.
“I do that to all of you.” Shotaro says shortly, words finally coming out of his mouth. Chanyoung could only shake his head in disbelief.
“Hyung, we can tell the difference between adoration and falling in love. And there is nothing wrong with that. The way you would blush at them whenever they do the bare minimum, the way your love language to them is quality time. You want to be with them and be there for them when they are in doubt-”
“I am always like that to all of you? I do not just do to them, I care about all of you okay I will be there for all of you-”
“Hyung, respectfully please refrain from speaking now. Let me finish.” Chnayoung snaps, but in the calmest way he could be. Ouch.
“As I was saying, yes I know you do the same to everyone and we appreciate that. But there is a difference, and that is okay. Friendship love and romantic kind of love is meant to show differently. You to them screams, ‘I want to be and love you with all my heart and I do not want to lose you’ kind of thing. That is why you fear the sudden drop of trust you are feeling with them, love revolves around a lot of things, and trust is one of them.”
Oh Shotaro’s head is dizzy, he wishes Lee Chanyoung could shut the fuck up, he wishes Lee Chanyoung is a stupid man and does not spurt out these mind-boggling theories on why he thinks Shotaro is falling in love with Song Eunseok and Lee Sohee.
Shotaro quickly stands, packing his things up, chucking them into a bag.
“I am going home. Thanks for letting me stay over Chanyoung.” As much as Shotaro does not want to deal with the other two back in his actual place, he certainly is losing his mind with hearing all of these.
“Hyung? Come on, I am not done! You need to li-” As Chanyoung is trying to get his older back to further listen to his words, the oldest has already left. Leaving the youngest hanging, he shrugs, and goes back to his side of the bed to resume whatever he was doing at the moment, although the little sinister-like smile started creeping within his frame as he got back his whole room to himself.
—
The walk back to the shared space is heavy. Shotaro has the urge to just turn and walk back to Chanyoung, or maybe go to Seunghan, he is sure he would accept him with open arms, or he could live on the streets. He would not mind anywhere at this point anymore, as long as he does not go back there.
Whatever Chanyoung said to him earlier, he is still in denial. Shotaro would never consider himself in love. He knows the feeling of falling in love, and it does not hurt the way his heart crumbles whenever he sees Eunseok and Sohee. He always gets surges of butterflies roaming around his stomach whenever he sees someone he likes. And yet, Shotaro does not feel it when he sees them.
So Shotaro is not sure why Chanyoung would make a conclusion like that.
“Taro hyung?”
The familiarity of that voice, that soft, honey-like, familiar voice he hears.
The dancer did not realize that he had already reached his shared home. The whole self thinking really makes him unaware of his surroundings, and makes a small note that he should slow the thinking down, as he could get hit by a car while crossing the road unknowingly due to his mind grinding too much.
Standing right in front of him, Eunseok is looking at him. Worry, anxiety surrounds him as he can see an imaginary whirlpool of negative thoughts above Eunseok’s head. Shotaro wants to shoo it away. He hates to see his friend for many years look so sad and wants to help so much.
Though, Shotaro’s mind then trails further. The memories of that night flooding back without hesitation and the emotions are running high. Passing through Eunseok without acknowledging his greeting, he opens his own door and walks into the living room and straight to his room. While he is at it, he catches Sohee on the couch, slightly taken aback from the jist of his body language. Sohee stands up from his spot, trying to get Shotaro’s attention too.
As he is about to slam his room’s door right through their faces, Eunseok stops it and swings it back open, letting him and Sohee walk in. Shotaro is in defeat.
Fuck.
“Hyung please, we can expla-”
Shotaro then turns around, eyes glaring into the other two. The stare feels cold. “Do not dare to step inside here with all of the bullshit you both have been displaying for the past few weeks.”
That leaves Eunseok and Sohee speechless, as they have never seen their hyung so cold .
“Please leave you two, I need space. I cannot do this today.” Shotaro says, back facing Eunseok and Sohee, walking to his bed to place his bag on top.
“Hyung please hear us for a bit-” Sohee this time speaks, voice breaking off, sounding like he is going to cry. Shotaro prevents his heart from breaking.
Then, Shotaro turns around, teeth gritting as he gets right in the two’s faces. His arms cross against his chest. “Explain what? How are you two spending less time with me because of your new profound love for one another? How you two decided to disrespect our rules by fucking when you know all too damn well that the walls are thin as my patience with you two? How did you not bother to tell me that you two are a thing? Am I that untrustworthy? Have I not been the safest person to you two?”
Eunseok and Sohee are trying to make up words, mouth agape but no words spill out. Shotaro knew it. He is indeed not trustworthy. He then steps closer, almost getting into their space.
“You know what is the funniest thing? Eunseok? Sohee?” Shotaro calls their names, sounding very mocky. Eunseok and Sohee shiver right in front of him.
“You know I would always accept you two, no matter what you guys are. You are everything to me. I have no idea on how you both came to the conclusion that I would go against my friends dating, or whatever the fuck your status is. It hurts, for my friends to think that way of me.” Shotaro speaks, hurt surrounding his words.
“Hyung.. You got it wrong this is not what we meant-” Eunseok tries to intervene, but Shotaro cuts him off.
“Then what? Then what is with the attitude of being so secretive?” Shotaro’s voice raises a little higher than usual. He never speaks to his friends that way before, causing the other two to shudder at that.
Shotaro lets out a soft chuckle, trying to contain his anger and voice on a minimal level. The landlord’s faint rumble mingled through his mind, yes walls are thin, fuck Shotaro gets it, their neighbours would hear them arguing but at this point his self control is wearing thin. Shotaro cannot do this anymore.
The space then got quiet, not a single sound could be heard. A pin could drop and everyone could pick up the soft ring when the pin falls onto the ground. Shotaro tries to pick up the words to speak, he thinks in his head. If this would be the last time he sees his two best friends and their friendship ends today, he wants to say everything out, and leave with no strings attached.
“Why does my heart have to bear the consequences of breaking because of you two?” Shotaro starts, and breaks the silence. His voice cracks and he feels the lump forming in his throat. The dancer knows he is about to cry.
“It does not make sense to me, why is my heart breaking? I know this feeling.” Shotaro then touches his own chest. “Feels like I’ve broken up with my last ex. You two know what I’m talking about. So, why does my heart feel like it is breaking? As if I am in love, when I’m-”
Wait. No, Chanyoung. What the hell.
Something clicks in Shotaro, he grows speechless again.
Shotaro is indeed in love. Madly in love with Eunseok and Sohee.
Shotaro’s mouth hangs open. It makes sense, Eunseok and Sohee all along are the apples of his eyes. He would always feel a sense of peace, like a calm tide of waves washing over his heart whenever he looked at them. They ground him enough to make him feel safe and content. Which explains why the pool of butterflies fluttering in his stomach does not exist, the feeling of securement is his version of butterflies. He trusts them enough to keep him sane. Chanyoung truly nails down the fact that trust is his weird love language.
Shotaro did not take note of how his cheeks got wet, tears streaming off from his eyes, before he quickly wipes away. He is indeed making a big deal out of this, he knows. Shotaro also needs time to think of Plan B on where to run from this unfixable mess. He shall leave, get over his stupid little crushes with his soon to be ex-friends. They would not need to hide their relationship that way when he departs, since they are uncomfortable with telling him from the start. The most heartbreaking thing Shotaro needs to come to his senses is that Eunseok and Sohee only need each other for their love to bloom, there is no more space for him. It is unrealistic, and as a resort, Shotaro will leave.
Also, Shotaro will have to come to the realization that he needs to keep these newfound feelings for his friends a secret forever, to bury them in his grave. To suppress and never speak of it.
“I’m sorry, give me a while. Please leave.” Shotaro flings his hands over, indicating of shoo-ing the two away with the remaining strength. Not bothering to swipe away the continuous tears flowing out from his eyes, all Shotaro wants to do is to bury himself on his pillow and cry. To cry about how he will lose them soon, how he will never be a part of them anymore, and how he would not be seeing Eunseok and Sohee as his altogether.
Shotaro’s heart is bleeding profusely.
Even with Shotaro’s dismissal, his roommates or rather, his new profound crushes, still stood there. They did not listen, and Shotaro is getting annoyed. Shotaro is all about vulnerability but he cannot do it right in front of his friends.
“Guys I beg get ou-”
“We like you, hyung.” Eunseok’s voice is small, but it clearly rings through Shotaro’s ears. Shotaro freezes, and slowly turns around in lack of belief.
“We love you hyung.” Sohee confesses, voice also small. Suddenly, Shotaro’s cold heart swells, a sense of foreign bloom fluttering.
“W-What?” Shotaro sounds in disbelief.
The word ‘I love you’ never felt weird when it comes to their friend group, be it as a trio or as seven. They are affectionate, physical touches and words of affirmation are a normal routine in the midst of their relentless teasings. Shotaro knows that behind the meaning of ‘I love you’ it means more as in ‘thank you for being here, for being my friend.'
This sounds so different.
He is not sure if it is either the way Eunseok and Sohee’s voice feel sweeter and is coated with a sense of intimacy that he knows only lovers will get to experience, or the fact his mind is already failing in processing since he is experiencing a roller coaster of emotions for the past minute. His adrenaline is high, it is affecting his mind.
Eunseok and Sohee then steps into Shotaro’s room, ushering the oldest to calm down and sit right in the middle of his bed. They are timid with him as the outburst of anger Shotaro displays did scare them. Shotaro understands, however he could not help but to feel pain for causing the fear instilled into Eunseok and Sohee unnecessarily. But even with that, they still try their best, the nurturing instincts that the three have always shown to one another, floods right back into Eunseok and Sohee as their arms gently wrap around the older’s frame.
Shotaro then breaks.
The tears did not stop, slowly turning into sobs, as his body goes limp and starts crying. The both of them are quick enough to catch him, Shotaro finds himself crooking against Eunseok shoulder, wetting his shirt with all of his tears welling up. Sohee settles for rubbing his back, stroking them softly to coax Shotaro to just let it out.
All the weeks of pain, anger and frustration that Shotaro has been feeling, is released in the form of broken wails. Shotaro takes this time to let it out, he has not been the best in processing his feelings, caging them in a folder in his head and to never look at it. He knew he would burst one day, but still chooses not to do anything about it.
And since Shotaro did, the only thing he wants to do is just let it out.
It takes quite some time from Shotaro to regain his consciousness, the crying made his eyes puffy, nose stuff with snot and soft sniffs erupt within him. Shotaro feels he has a pair of angels beside him, Eunseok and Sohee only waits patiently, not rushing him through. Only stay by his side, like they always do.
“Hyung?” Eunseok calls. Shotaro does not answer, throat parched. He only manages to look up at him. Eunseok then smiles softly.
“Hyung, we’re sorry. We’re sorry for hurting you. We knew that our actions were unacceptable. I know we have not been hanging out with you and your feelings of feeling left out is valid. But hyung, you don’t know how much we suffered too.” Eunseok this time, only smiles without it going through his eyes.
“We really do like you hyung, like so much. After Sohee and I realized we had feelings for each other, the topic of you surrounds us. We knew that in our hearts, it is beating for you. We were so happy to find out that we feel the same way about you. But we feared that you would not feel the same about us.” Eunseok speaks, small. Shotaro listens.
“Those days when we were away, we talked about you a lot. We even planned to confess to you, but we were so scared. We were afraid because of the fear of rejection, so we went away. Our hearts can’t bear to be pushed away by you. So we isolate ourselves. We know it is not the best thing to do.” Eunseok sounds like he is about to cry. Shotaro’s heart trembles at that.
“You do not understand hyung. those days when we were not with you, we miss you so much. You are important to me, to Sohee. We truly want you to be a part of us. It feels incomplete without you.” he feels Eunseok hiding himself, the way his back crouches forward, as if he wants the ground to swallow him.
“We trust you so much hyung, we rely on you a lot. You take care not only of us well, but of the six of us. We feel so safe with you. That is why we were afraid of telling, because if you were to say no, who will we rely on now when we lose you? No one can do it as well as you, hyung.” Eunseok sounds so strained, Shotaro knows. He is minutes away from crying too.
“God, you should see how much Sohee was crying even at the thought of you saying no.” Sohee throws soft glare in Eunseok's direction. Eunseok’s eyes shift away from Sohee, clearing his throat as he knows he is in trouble with Sohee later.
Shotaro lets out a soft laugh. These two silly boys.
On the other side, Sohee then tries to get Shotaro’s attention, pulling his arm so he could face Sohee. They both then meet at eye level, before Sohee lands a soft smack on Shotaro’s arm. Shotaro winces out.
“You are so stupid hyung.” Sohee now speaks, Shotaro feels a punch in his heart. “You are so stupid to for not seeing our signs, was our way of looking at you not obvious enough? Was the constant spam on your phone with our messages and calls while you were away in Chanyoung’s dorm not obvious how much we want you back? That we need you so much?” Sohee’s voice sounds desperate. Sohee’s eyes shimmer in the natural light from Shotaro’s room. Sohee looks like he is about to cry too, tears welling up on his lower lid. Shotaro’s heart trembles.
Eunseok and Sohee focus fully on Shotaro, eyes mapping with so much love. They both then take a hand into their grasp, holding on Shotaro so gently. The slight, timid affection says it all.
The oblivion.
“We both understand if you say no, what we did was really fucked.” Shotaro turns back at Eunseok again upon hearing his voice. “But let us be selfish for once. We will love you so much, we will take care of you, as much as you take care of us, we will show our undivided attention to you. You will never leave our sight. Be ours, please? ”
How could Shotaro say no?
His heart slowly picks up the pieces, they pick up the pieces for him instead. Eunseok and Sohee this time, fixes his heart.
Plus one.
“How did you two fall in love with each other?” Shotaro asks, breathing erratically while chest heaving up and down. Eunseok just hums, not answering just yet. Sohee on the other hand, let out a soft giggle.
How did he get in this position?
The imagery is probably so hot. The way he is sandwiched between Eunseok and Sohee, all bare for them to feel and see. Shotaro is on Eunseok’s lap, back presses against Eunseok’s chest, while Sohee is straddling across his own thighs. Sohee states that it is his new favorite spot to sit on, other than Eunseok’s earlier, and Shotaro’s head almost explodes.
Despite being so sweet and sincere moments ago when confessing their love to him, now their lips are pressed firmly on either side of his neck. The tables have turned, now the scene feels very lewd. Sohee takes his right, face crooking against the curve of his neck and Eunseok takes his left, head bending forward to snuggle in there. It does not help that his neck is so sensitive, drowning himself in pleasure by how much he is already repeating their names uncountable times, fisting his bedsheets.
Shotaro is trying to make sense of what they are doing other than obviously kissing him. Their hands are everywhere . He could sense Sohee’s soft, pretty slender fingers clutch against his own shoulder, thumbing his skin while Eunseok’s large palm roams around his stomach, tracing every inch of the creases of his muscles, as if he wants to memorize his new art, to study and admire for. They are touching his skin so much it is physically driving him to the edge. And making him noticeably hard.
“Not long after seeing each other for the first time actually.” Eunseok finally answers, in a soft mumble, breath hitching right across Shotaro’s soft milky skin, soon turning into purples and reds as Eunseok’s lips are busy making another hickey right at the junction between their neck and shoulder.
Shotaro hums. They fell in love during the first day of their meet-up at the new place.
“When did you two fall in love with me then?”
Sohee answers this one, leans away from his neck, lips all red and slicked. “Since we both laid eyes on you, my Shotaro hyung.”
Oh. Also during the first day of their meet-up. Shotaro cannot deal with this new information.
After Eunseok and Sohee are satisfied with the abundant marks littering across Shotaro’s skin, making sure he knows that they want him, claiming him fully, Eunseok maneuvers him away from his lap while Sohee steps out, allowing Shotaro to lay in between them. Once they snuggle up nicely, Eunseok leans himself over to the oldest visage. Shotaro could not make out the eyes the second oldest is giving, it was half-lidded, very hazy.
“Oh hyung.” he gets Shotaro’s attention, so soft, with so much love. The gentle chants from Eunseok are like a call, to tell him how he could think that they don’t want him, that they need him so much.
“You do not know how much you have an effect on us.” Those are the last thing Eunseok says, before he presses his lips on Shotaro’s, slotting there firmly. Shotaro finally got a taste of what Eunseok feels, and it is better than what he can comprehend. Their tiers glide with so much need and want, hungry for each other. There are so many levels of unknown thirst and want for each other, all pent up and finally released at this very moment. But Eunseok is still gentle, lips slotting so softly and careful not to break his favorite hyung.
While those two are sharing a kiss, Shotaro could hear a small whine from his right. They both part ways, to find Sohee is pouting ever so cutely, lips jutting out so prettily. Shotaro swears he can take him there and then, do anything for his Sohee. He could read the youngest’s mind, wanting attention, wanting to kiss Shotaro as well.
“Shotaro hyung, want one too. Pretty please?”
It did not take more than a second for Shotaro to turn and press his lips against the youngest. Sohee yelps, and the kiss is immediately messy. The way the youngest is devouring his hyung, it takes Shotaro’s breath away. In contrast to Eunseok’s soft, gentle, very romantic kiss, Sohee is way more needy. Sohee younging and his hormones, probably that is why he could feel Sohee’s tongue in his mouth already.
Sohee and Shotaro separate with a mess, lips are covered with spit, but he does not mind.
“Hyung. Taro Hyung.” Eunseok calls twice, the first one does not pick up as Shotaro is still dazed from the kiss with Sohee. Then, Eunseok grabs Shotaro’s chin to turn his face back to look at him. Shotaro is getting blurry. He is shifting from one gorgeous man to another and it is too much for him. Shotaro thinks to himself how endearing it seems to be, that Eunseok and Sohee are fighting for his attention. That makes him coo, almost in a dysfunctional way.
“Want to know what we were thinking while Sohee and I fucked?” Eunseok asks, hushing close to his ear and Shotaro is caught off guard. The plain transparency from Eunseok is not something to be seen everyday, so when Shotaro sees it, it feels like a surprise.
“What..?” Shotaro’s anticipation is building.
“You, hyung. We thought about you.”
Shotaro gulps. Oh heavens.
“I know it was wrong to go agaisnt the no-fucking rule, but do you wanna know why we blame it on you for the reason on breaking it, hyung?” Eunseok asks, lips brushing every time he speaks, Shotaro feels his skin shiver.
“Because we were thinking about this exact moment, imagining so much filth about you.” Eunseok answers, and Shotaro whines. The amount of new information that he is receiving is overloading his brain. All this while when he was angry that Eunseok and Sohee fucked, who knew that they were fantasizing about him?
“We imagined how beautiful you will sound while we please you, how you will moan so loud, how your pretty naked body would look all sprawled across the sheets.” Eunseok takes his ear in between his teeth and gives it a soft nibble. The way Shotaro did not shy away from letting out a moan, he could feel the two stop whatever they did in their tracks upon hearing the gentle moan he let out.
Now, Shotaro thinks it is better that Eunseok shut up. The words coming out from his sweet mouth, he cannot believe it. He feels his cheeks tinting with reds, coming to a fact that all this while they have been thinking not-so holy thoughts about him. The two are riling him up very well indeed. He is so turned on.
“Is, a-ah .” Shotaro is cut off when Sohee starts roaming his palms all over his chest, brushing over his nips, skin burning. “Is this moment matching up to your expectations then?” Shotaro asks back. Eunseok could only smile at the question.
“Everything exceeds our fantasies, this feels better than what we imagined. So good hyung, you’re so perfect.” Sohee now answers, his soft breaths fanning over Shotaro’s shoulder, lips lingering on his warm skin.
Shotaro cannot take a second of their praises, he is melting on sight.
“You are so attractive, hyung.” Shotaro finally gets to hear Sohee’s soft, airy moans up close, not through the stupid thin walls. He feels his own cock twitch. “We cannot help it hyung, wanna touch and feel you everywhere. You are ours hyung, don’t want anyone to see you in this state except for us.” Sohee adds on, leaning over to Shotaro, lips still chasing for him, still not satisfied with the kiss they shared earlier. Sohee nips Shotaro’s lower tier briefly and another moan from the oldest, sounding more hushed, is heard again.
Eunseok and Sohee exchange a glance , and whatever they planned prior, Shotaro knows he is doomed. Seconds later, he finds Sohee straddling his lap again, his ass sitting right on top in his own hardening length with the youngest’s palms placed on top of his chest. Shotaro whines quietly at the pressure against his cock, the other two's eyes glisten at him.
“I guess we can take off that ‘no-fucking’ rule then?” Sohee asks, giggling softly. Shotaro is swooning.
The rest of the night, they make love to him, promising what they initiated. Shotaro is their priority, showering with lots of kisses and praises as they guide him to feel heaven. Sohee rides him, looking so pretty bouncing on top of his lap with his little high pitched cries, breathlessly whispering his name, ‘ Taro hyung, Taro hyung.’ He makes sure Shotaro sees stars when he reaches his high. And Eunseok later on, is fucking his hyung right there and then, talking through the steps, saying how good his hyung feels around his cock, showing him how much he loves and wants to protect him from all the bad. So much ‘I love you’s’ rings through the air, making sure Shotaro gets the cue that they really love him.
A night he can never forget. His mended heart feels full. Because of them. Because of Eunseok and Sohee.
Bonus (?)
Shotaro almost spits his water out.
“What do you mean all of you know that Eunseok and Sohee had feelings for me?” Shotaro exclaimed, hands slam on the table. It feels like the scene weeks before is played all over again, when he found Eunseok and Sohee were not having lunch with them for the third time. But instead in the cafeteria, they are gathering backstage in the dressing room after Shotaro’s dance showcase.
All of the gang decided to visit Shotaro backstage, after a successful first night of the showcase. Shotaro is simply happy that the showcase went smoothly and he did his best showing his performances like how he wanted. But he is also happy that his friends get to see him. Shotaro genuinely loves their support. However, what he is most excited about is that his boyfriends were there. That was enough to get Shotaro going, having his lovers by his side.
Sungchan is the first to let out a groan.
“Hyung, we were just respecting their choices since they are not ready. Because they are such huge scaredy cats.” The tall male rolls his eyes at Shotaro’s boyfriends.
“And if you thought you were the one suffering the most, you are wrong. If you only knew the things they were gushing over you on me, how tiring it is to lend my ears to them.” Sungchan states bluntly, rubbing the side of his ears as he grunts in dissatisfaction.
“You do not understand how whiny they can be, how their damn tears cannot stop spilling out of their damn eye glands because they were afraid of the rejection.” Chanyoung then speaks up, arms crossed over his chest in annoyance. “Once I got only three hours of sleep the night before an important presentation, just to listen to Sohee and Eunseok crying while they reasoned on why you are such a perfect guy for them. You are lucky I passed. If not, I put the whole blame on them!” Chanyoung huffs.
Shotaro’s head turns to look at Wonbin, who only shrugs at him.
“Do not just shrug at me Park Wonbin, you knew it first!” Shotaro exclaims, about to throw hands.
“It would not be fun hyung if I told you right? The urge to tell you about how these two crybabies were crushing you so much when you asked me to accompany you back in practice. Eunseok hyung, I deserve to be paid for listening to your overthinking thoughts on why Shotaro hyung did not want you to follow him.” Wonbin shouted at the second oldest, his eyes sharp running through Eunseok’s direction.
Eunseok and Sohee’s heads lay fully flat on the dressing tables, groaning in defeat while the rest of the group are exposing their pathetic selves.
Seunghan could only laugh at the scene put right in front of him. “I don’t how all of you could not catch on to these three.”
All of them went silent, heads turning slowly at Seunghan.
“What?” they all surprisingly said in unison.
Seunghan then points at Shotaro. “You, kinda knew you liked Eunseok and Sohee on the first day I met you after orientation. You were introducing your little boyfriends with the face of a man who is head over heels for them.”
Seunghan then points at Eunseok. “When Shotaro hyung and Sohee were helping you with your business homework at the library, I literally saw the gleam in your eyes. Like, you were turned on when a dancer and a childhood education major can also do business law.”
Lastly, he points at Sohee. “Oh you. You do not even try to hide. You thought you were sleek, thinking that your question ‘how should I get my crush’s attention by trying to ask him to teach me dancing’ and thought that adding the word ‘asking for a friend’ could hide your obsession over Taro hyung.” Seunghan emits out a snicker, shaking his head in disbelief.
“And how you thought Eunseok was so hot wearing his suit for his business presentation and thought I did not catch your whisper? Sohee, you speak without thinking someti-” Sohee did not let Seunghan finish, he is already fumbling off his seat to tackle him over.
The trio now groans and is making a scene, Shotaro throws his empty water bottle, while Eunseok is trying to find scraps of rubbish in the dressing room to crumple them up into a ball and throw it at Seunghan. Sohee is already running to the opposite end of the dressing room where Seunghan is, with Chanyoung and Wonbin trying to hold him down. Sungchan being Sungchan, mouth open and is laughing at everything, while his mind is noting this moment as the ‘top 10 outstanding moments of his friend group.'
Now, the whole world thinks they are dramatic.