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"This can't be this difficult, what am I doing wrong?!" Seonghwa whined, putting the glass down on the counter and covering his face with his hands in frustration.
Wooyoung chuckled softly and removed his hands from the model's face, smiling with his deep dimples showing.
"It takes practice to reach my level of perfection." Wooyoung raised his coffee cup and swirled it near his face.
"How long did it take you to learn how to do that?" Seonghwa asked, seeking some comfort.
"Exactly two o'clock."
Seonghwa snorted and glared nervously at the other, who was now laughing loudly.
“Mommy, nobody is better than you on the catwalk.” He hugged the model, who returned the hug with his arms wrapped around him. “But apparently I’m better at making coffee.”
Seonghwa stared at the abandoned glass, feeling annoyed. The model had a free week, so Wooyoung had the brilliant idea of trying to teach him some recipes after work. Cupcakes and pies were a hit, but the drinks were proving to be a challenge.
"Let's try one more time, okay?"
Wooyoung separated the ingredients again and patiently explained the step-by-step process. Seonghwa was so focused that he didn't even hear San knock on the closed door. Wooyoung quickly excused himself and went to open the door for his boyfriend, embracing him and being greeted joyfully by the other. Before Seonghwa could look away, they shared a quick kiss and the model whistled from behind the counter.
"Go get a room!" He said smiling, finishing arranging the coffee grounds on the base to put in the machine.
The couple approached smiling, Wooyoung went back behind the counter with the model, and San stayed in front, watching them.
“A large coffee to go, please?” He joked, pouting as he looked at the menu. “Three coffees, actually.”
"I can't even make one!" he whined again, doubting his own ability to make a simple cup of coffee. It was so easy to buy one ready-made .
"Unfortunately, our favorite model couldn't work with me here; the coffee is terrible," Wooyoung commented, watching the model arrange the parts in the machine.
"Wooyoung!"
“It must have been a tough night for you,” San said, glancing at Seonghwa, who looked up. “Wooyoung is unbearable when he wants to be.” He narrowed his eyes, then looked back at his boyfriend.
"What?!"
Seonghwa and San chuckled softly.
“How about a game night?” San suggested. “I had a stressful day too, let’s order some food and play.”
"I bought several face masks, let's have a pajama party!" Wooyoung said excitedly.
“I think…” Seonghwa began, but was interrupted by the sound of water from the machine. The model anxiously watched the liquid as it began to drip. However, once again, the water was clear as tea, and he sighed in defeat, “Forget it. Let’s go.”
From the day they met in person, Wooyoung practically lived in the model's apartment. When the eldest son worked overtime at the café, Seonghwa would ask him to come to his house, as it was closer to work and less dangerous for Wooyoung. San was suspicious at first, and they argued a few times because Wooyoung couldn't reveal exactly where he was going, only saying he was going to a "relative's" house.
As the arguments escalated and he felt guilty, he talked to Wooyoung and decided he was ready to reveal himself to San, and asked the other to take his boyfriend to his apartment. It would be easier to explain everything in person, but just as Wooyoung had overreacted, San fainted as soon as Seonghwa opened the door.
After waking San up and explaining everything, the man thanked them for their trust, and from then on, the couple were always at Seonghwa's house. What seemed like something simple made a huge difference in the model's life.
Before, he would shut himself off with his problems. Now, he was no longer alone . He couldn't even remember the last time he cut himself in the bathtub or went to sleep crying.
And, of course, there was the Captain too.
Seonghwa still talked every day, exchanged photos, and had phone calls with each other, but now Wooyoung and San prepared food while talking about their days and brought games to stay up all night laughing.
Seonghwa felt adored by the captain and loved by the family he now had. San and Wooyoung brightened his days, and the Captain encouraged them to continue these routines. It was common for him to send pizzas and gifts to the three of them during their "mother and children" nights, as they called them. Wooyoung had even unblocked the man and would send messages to the Captain with pizza flavor suggestions.
The rest of the group also participated in these nights in a way; they were always playing games together and connected during these gatherings. The first time they realized the three of them were in the same room, however, was a nightmare. The chat in the following days was a truly terror.
@Woo-nero: I can't do anything if he loves me more ✌️
@doberman: THE WORST BETRAYAL IN THE WORLD
@yun-h: Not even my ex cheated on me this much
@princess_min: I feel orphaned
@TeddyBear: I could even forgive it if it were someone else, but it was EXACTLY that unbearable @Woo-nero
@Woo-nero: @yun-h what ex? never dated anyone in your miserable life, virgin
@cats-paws: In my defense, I was almost ending my relationship because @Woo-nero would disappear saying he was going to a relative's house that I'd never met, so he had no other choice. Sorry about that, @you
@you: It was literally by chance that I met @Woo-nero in person guys
@princess_min: Don't feel pressured, they're just being dumb, Mom
@doberman : @princess_min which side are you on?!
@TeddyBear: another traitor! @princess_min
@princess_min: @doberman on our side, but what good will complaining do? We have to earn @you's trust.
@cats-paws: @princess_min You're right, you're being stupid.
@you: You already have my trust, it's just… complicated
@Woo-nero: Fate made me work near our mommy, the odds were always in my favor! Cry less u losers!
@TeddyBear: Imagine being neighbors with >>> @Woo-nero <<< and not knowing
@princess_min: And where do you all live? What if we all actually live nearby and are living together without knowing it?
@Woo-nero: God forbid, imagine having to serve you guys at my café
@doberman: Are we going to have the group's first personal revelation?
@TeddyBear: I think it's fair actually, considering the three of them already know each other personally and we're left out
@yun-h: I'm from New York
@princess_min: I currently live in New York
@doberman: So do I!
@TeddyBear: I can't believe it
@TeddyBear: Me too
@cats-paws: …
@Woo-nero: Holy shit
@You : !!!!!!
@doberman: That's amazing!
@Woo-nero: Speak for yourself, I'm going to spit in every coffee I make from now on
@TeddyBear: So there's a real possibility you're my neighbor…. I'm going to kill myself
@yun-h sent a photo.
Unlike the images the Captain had sent, this photo was already open in the chat. It was a selfie, the setting was well-lit, and the man was smiling in the picture. He had a youthful face, brown hair and eyes, light-colored clothing, and a contagious smile. The model felt his heart warm and smiled as he looked at the photo.
@princess_min: IS THAT YOU??!
@yun-h: yes :) now you really know me
@You: My son is beautiful 😯
@cats-paws: He really is
@Woo-nero: What? @cats-paws
@doberman: Oh no!
@TeddyBear: Focus on the first face reveal we had, please!!!
@doberman: Our @yun-h is so handsome
@Woo-nero: Wow
@princess_min: I'm kissing the photo, I'm in love 😍
@TeddyBear: No!!!! Spare us the comments @princess_min, let's not live through another romantic mess, the couple there is enough already.
@doberman sent a photo.
The photo was another surprise; in it, the man was taking a picture in the mirror of what appeared to be a gym. He was wearing a white tank top, gray sweatpants, and his hair was slightly messy. His skin was very fair, and his face had a relaxed expression. He was muscular! And breathtaking!
@TeddyBear: YESSSS, WE'RE GOING TO LIVE A BEAUTIFUL LOVE ❤️
@cats-paws: HOLY SHIT
@yun-h: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
@You : An angel!!! MY CHILDREN!! They are SOOOOO beautiful 🥰
@cats-paws: @doberman let's have a threesome please
@princess_min: ???????
@yun-h : Let's watch @Woo-nero kill @cats-paws live WHAT A DAY MY FRIENDS
@Woo-nero: My boyfriend has great taste, and this time I agree. #LetsHaveA3hookup 🍆💦
@You : Please show respect, we're a family chat
@TeddyBear: Bunch of backstabbers , leave my man alone!
@yun-h: you so down omg
@You : Wait…
@You: Besides me, is there anyone else single?
@yun-h : …
@Woo-nero: …
@TeddyBear: …
@princess_min: …
@doberman: …
@cats-paws: …
@You : ARE YOU ALL IN COUPLES HERE?!
@princess_min: someone add the Captain here please
@Woo-nero: NO! He's not allowed in this group!
@doberman: You're going to hurt our mother like that, you know
@You : Why can't he join this group?
@Woo-nero: I already have to share my attention with the others, the Captain is too much
@Woo-nero: And it's bad enough having to put up with you disappearing in person because he sent a perverted, seriously disgusting video
@yun-h: OH SURE, SAID THE ONE WHO SENT A DICK PICTURE TO THE WRONG GROUP LAST WEEK AND MADE US ALMOST RIP OUR EYES OUT
@TeddyBear: I've never seen such an ugly penis in my life
@princess_min: I already told them to remove @Woo-nero from the group, but nobody listens to me and we suffer because of this crap
@Woo-nero: JEALOUS PEOPLE, what's beautiful is meant to be shown, right, my love? @cats-paws
@cats-paws: please leave me out of this
@TeddyBear: HE CALLED IT AN UGLY AND SMALL DICK!
@princess_min : LOL
@doberman: Oh my God
@You: You know what? Nvm.
~ ♥ ~
"...And now let's get to the last and most important point of the meeting: Your outfit."
Seonghwa smiled shyly, paying attention to what his agent was saying. There would be an important charity fashion show in New York next month, and Seonghwa would be the main model. The event organizer had given all the models the freedom to choose which brands they would wear. Each could only wear one piece, and they couldn't repeat brands. Everyone was waiting for Seonghwa to make his first choice, so they could compete for the others.
“I want to wear this outfit on the runway,” he said, showing the image on his phone. “Someone very important to me designed it, and I want to introduce their brand to the world.” He smiled.
“It’s very pretty, and it suits you very well.” The other said, but frowned in doubt. “But are you sure about that? The biggest brands expect you to choose one of them to model for. You modeling something by an unknown designer… it could cause some backlash among the sponsors.”
Seonghwa was certain of what he wanted. He had always bowed his head and followed exactly what the brands asked, and for the first time he had received permission to choose what to wear. There was no clause saying he couldn't choose a brand that wasn't famous, and he would seize the chance to finally do something he wanted.
“They allowed me to choose whichever one I wanted.” He shrugged. “I know they did it with good intentions. Specifically, in which I would showcase my favorite brand and generate profits for them and for us.” He sighed before continuing. “But I get to choose this time. And my choice is this brand.” He pointed to the drawing again.
The agent bit his lip thoughtfully, but gave in, nodding in agreement.
"Be at the studio tomorrow at 7 a.m. so they can take your measurements."
Seonghwa smiled broadly, excitedly.
"I'll be there."
As soon as the meeting ended, Seonghwa went straight home. He was tired and had texted Wooyoung to let him know he would be home late that night, receiving a reply like "Please let me know when you get home."
The model smiled, looking out the car window, as he put his cell phone away.
He had arranged to call the Captain when he got home, and he was eager to tell him about the event. Of course, the detail about the outfit would be omitted.
It was so exciting to even consider the possibility of revealing himself in this way. After their initial disagreement, everything went smoothly. They shared their days and felt safe sharing their insecurities. Seonghwa would talk about how he didn't like the lack of contact with other models, and the Captain would share comments he received about his work.
The other had mentioned working in music, and based on the tone of their conversations, Seonghwa suspected he was some kind of producer. One night, the other sent a song lyric asking the model for his opinion.
As soon as Seonghwa finished reading the passage, he knew it was about him. The words were beautiful, the way he was described was unique. Seonghwa felt amazed to be adored by the other.
Previously, the model enjoyed commenting on how pleasant it was to read the Captain describing Seonghwa in his stories, and gradually the praise and dedications were directed towards him.
@capitain_no1: I wish you could see through my eyes, Star, you're the most beautiful person in the world.
@capitain_no1: Every detail, contour, and curve of yours inspires me to create more and more looks and to write songs that I'm jealous to share with other people
@capitain_no1: Star, you are my greatest treasure
@capitain_no1: I didn't believe in destiny, but I can't explain our story without using that word. I know I was destined for you, but am I worthy of so much?
@capitain_no1: My first and last thought of the day is you, my love
Seonghwa would be lying if he said his heart didn't race every time he woke up and saw that kind of message on his phone. Then, he started receiving flowers.
Wooyoung had given the model's address – without sharing his name – to the Captain, and since then, in addition to pizzas, flowers arrived every week.
The doorman accepted the deliveries, and Seonghwa went upstairs with bouquets of flowers in his arms after tiring days at work. The Captain's intuition for his bad days was incredible.
His favorites were marigolds.
As soon as he got home, he let Wooyoung know and texted the Captain. A few seconds later, his phone rang with a call he had received.
"Hi Captain."
"Star, my love, are you okay?"
Seonghwa smiled, settling into the sofa.
"Yes, and how are you?"
"Better now." The other laughed. "Too cliché?"
The model chuckled softly, biting his lip. "If it's true, then no."
“You know it is.” The other’s voice betrayed that he was smiling too. “How was your day?”
“Just a few meetings, nothing exciting.” He sighed, trying to control the urge to talk about the event. “How was your meeting? How many songs did you share with the world today?”
"I always find your days exciting, what wouldn't I do to work on your team..."
"I think it's an excuse to see me naked," he joked, waiting for the other's reaction.
"Your team sees you naked?! STAR!"
“Of course not, silly.” He rolled her eyes. “But I could change that if you were working with me.”
"You can alleviate that need by sending me a photo later, and I'll do whatever you want."
“Tempting…” The idea was indeed tempting, and Seonghwa could think of something for later. “But now about your day…”
"The meeting lasted an interminable five hours, but everything turned out alright in the end." She sighed. "Three songs will be released."
"That's wonderful! I'm proud of you."
"Do I deserve a kiss?"
"Always."
It was a pleasant feeling they shared; even just talking on the phone, Seonghwa allowed himself to speak and feel whatever he wanted. He was very proud of the Captain and loved hearing about his plans.
Soon they were on another topic and the night went on, Seonghwa preparing his dinner while the Captain prepared his, until finally the model shared the information that he would be participating in a large fashion show that would be broadcast live.
"Finally, I'm going to meet you."
"You talk as if it were easy to recognize me among thousands of other models." He laughed.
"Your waist is unique to me, my love."
Seonghwa laughed, then sighed, stopping chopping the vegetables.
"I hope that everything that's going to happen, be a new stage for us."
The model trusted the Captain, but still, in a very hidden way – but impossible to ignore – he was afraid.
The initiative to reveal himself was coming from him. If it weren't for this event, how much longer would they have remained in this virtual relationship? After their conversation, the other person didn't try to bring up more personal points, only work and interests. Nothing very detailed about what he did, no photos revealing a bit of his face, or any comments about a store in the city where he lived. Everything was very vague.
“I’m sure of it, Star,” the other said after a while. “I have many plans to carry out with you.”
"And by 'plans' you mean 'sexual fantasies'."
“Of course not, Star! What kind of man do you think I am?” the other said quickly. “First I’ll take you out to dinner, declare my love for you, give you roses, a huge ring, and only then can we talk about how you want me to fuck you all night long.”
Seonghwa laughed, "So you're the romantic type?"
“Whatever kind you want. If you want me to be romantic, I’ll be. Naughty? Yes. Intellectual? I can be that too, I’ll start studying the universe and galaxies and everything else you find interesting today.” A brief pause. “I can be whatever you want.”
“I want you to be mine.” Seonghwa sighed. “That’s enough.”
“Not a day has passed since you messaged me that I haven’t been there.” The model’s heart raced. “From day one, Star, you’ve been everything. My muse, my inspiration, my love, my strength to get out of bed every morning and be a better person. I am devoted to you, whatever I can do to see you happy, I will do.”
"Less revealing yourself. " Seonghwa thought, almost saying it aloud, but then changing his mind.
In any case, it would soon be over. The event would change everything between them.
And from the bottom of his heart, Seonghwa wished that everything would work out.
~ ♥ ~
As the date approached, the days seemed shorter and shorter. Seonghwa practiced poses every day, looked for ways to improve his walks, had to fulfill his interview schedule, and still had some photoshoots to do.
The visits to the designer to follow the development of the outfit took place in between commitments, and with each passing day, the clothes took on more shape and Seonghwa was more anxious.
A few days later, San announced in the group chat that there would be a fashion show and that Seonghwa had been announced as a model. Everyone went crazy and they were making plans to try and go.
Seonghwa had already spoken with Wooyoung and San, and would give the tickets to everyone. Wooyoung's only task was to inform the others that he "had obtained the tickets from a friend who was going to work at the event."
Everyone was very anxious, but no one more so than the Captain.
The man was counting down the days, asking a thousand questions a day about it, had already posted two other stories on Twitter about the couple Seonghwa and Hongjoong at that fashion show and had even designed new clothes.
All of this made Seonghwa even more nervous, but having a full schedule helped to distract his mind.
Every day he woke up and went to sleep thinking that soon everything would be calm again. After this event, he had arranged to take a week off, and he had decided that he would travel.
Perhaps Paris, perhaps Holland. Who knows, maybe Switzerland.
He would choose his destination after all that was about to happen.
If everything went right, he would go to a new place he had never been before. If everything went wrong, he would go to Paris because it was his place of comfort and good memories.
Seonghwa avoided thinking about the slightest – yet realistic – possibility that they might simply not continue their relationship after he wore an outfit he wasn't authorized to wear, thus exposing himself. His romantic thoughts had taken over when he first presented the idea, but now, thinking rationally, he was worried.
Not being in control of the situation caused Seonghwa to prioritize negative thoughts.
There were many plans, much expectation, much fear and much anxiety, but all that really mattered was the Captain's reaction.
And that, he definitely couldn't have predicted.
-
The day has finally arrived.
Seonghwa was nervous. Not the usual nervousness for fashion shows, but anxious nervousness. He wanted to show off the outfit – which was beautiful – and at the same time he wanted to give up and leave. From the moment he stepped onto the catwalk, there would be no turning back.
Perhaps what scared him most was not being able to see the Captain's reaction. He knew the other man would be watching the parade, but the model would only be able to see the phone after everything was over, so it would be a long time in the dark.
What would the Captain think? Would he be angry? Would he be sad that Seonghwa had kept the truth from him all this time? Would he be… happy?
And besides that, he was euphoric too.
Seonghwa would surely deliver the best fashion show of his life; it would be the most beautiful runway ever. The outfit deserved to be shown to the world in the best possible way. The Captain truly had talent with the pieces he designed, and Seonghwa loved being his muse.
Now in his dressing room, Seonghwa stared at himself in the mirror, analyzing how his clothes fit, along with his hair, which was half-up, and his light but striking eye makeup. The model felt beautiful; he wanted to look beautiful. All of this was for his Captain.
After this parade, everything would change. Seonghwa would reveal himself, and he hoped the other would do the same. All his nervousness was divided between being worried and – very – anxious to discover who the person occupying his mind for the past few months was. There was no turning back. Either they finally took this step – big and risky – of showing themselves, or Seonghwa would have to continue daydreaming about a virtual relationship that might never be anything more than platonic.
Either way, he knew that after today they would either finally make their relationship official or they would break up.
Even after all this time, Seonghwa was finally ready to begin this new stage of their relationship. No more contact only through messages or calls, no more hiding photos and videos. From now on, he wanted a real face in his fantasies and physical touch. Kisses, hugs, caresses, cuddles.
Seonghwa was ready to give himself body and soul to the Captain, and if the other wasn't, it would be a huge disappointment to the model. They had spent months talking and building this bond between them; someone had to take the initiative to break the comfort of keeping their relationship outside the real world. And Seonghwa would be that person. He was ready.
@capitain_no1: Star, I'm looking forward to seeing you today baby
Since their conversation about the fashion show, the Captain had been asking for tips on how to find out who he was. Seonghwa kept changing the subject, and the other possibly thought the model was embarrassed or shy about revealing himself, but in reality, Seonghwa was sticking to his plan to reveal himself as he had told the Captain, " If I were Seonghwa, I would wear that collection at some event.”
Yes, the model had read and watched enough movies to plan everything in a big way. If it was meant to be a simple reveal, he would have already sent a photo or made a video call.
He wanted something memorable, yet personal. Something only he and the Captain would understand, and that's when the idea for the outfit came to him. It would be perfect.
@you: I hope you won't be disappointed
@capitain_no1: I would never be disappointed in you, my love
@capitain_no1: But I'm a little worried, I must admit…
@you: Why?
@capitain_no1: I just know that the moment you step onto the catwalk, I'll know it's you and maybe I'll faint
Seonghwa laughed, nervously biting his lip as he replied.
@you: Do you have magical powers to know me just by that?
@capitain_no1: When the most beautiful model of the night walks in, I know it will be you
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, still smiling.
@you: There are many beautiful models here today, Captain
@capitain_no1: None of them come close to you
@you: Not even Seonghwa?
@capitain_no1: He may come close, but my only muse is you
@you: I'd like to see your reaction…
@capitain_no1: Ah Star
@capitain_no1: That's exactly what worries me
@you: hm?
@capitain_no1: You'll see the reaction, my love
@capitain_no1: I'm here
@capitain_no1 shared an image.
The model's heart skipped a beat as he clicked the button to take the photo.
It was the entrance to the event.
Seonghwa dropped his cell phone.
The captain hadn't said anything about going there; Seonghwa hadn't even imagined he could go. And now, he was there.
The Captain was there. In person. Shit.
Before he had time to process what he had read, he heard someone knocking on the dressing room door, asking permission to enter.
Seonghwa automatically replied "come in," his mind still racing, as he put on his robe to hide his clothes.
“Seonghwa, I’d like to introduce you to someone who’s a big fan of yours.” He heard the agent say as he walked through the door. The model, as best he could, disguised his nervousness and smiled. “Come in, make yourself at home.”
The model heard the laughter of the person behind the agent, and at that same instant felt a shiver run through her body.
He knew that laugh very well .
"Seonghwa, I'd like to introduce you to one of our sponsors and one of today's performers, Kim Hongjoong."
As soon as the name was mentioned, Seonghwa's smile widened. All the thoughts that had been screaming in his mind were replaced by a feeling of excitement.
What an honor! After so many years and attempts, he was finally meeting his idol.
The singer stepped aside, revealing himself. The smile on his face was beautiful; he was wearing a black and red outfit, a silk dress shirt and tight-fitting pants. A few strands of hair fell over his eyes, and the whole ensemble was simply irresistible. Kim Hongjoong was even more handsome in person.
They both smiled, holding eye contact as they shook hands. The touch was firm and strong, and neither of them made any move to let go first.
Seonghwa was vibrating inside, and still holding hands, the singer moved a little closer.
"I'm a huge fan of yours, it's a great pleasure to finally meet you." Hongjoong's smile changed, and now it was a sly, charming smile.
For a moment, the model forgot how to speak.
He analyzed Hongjoong, absorbing everything. Seonghwa kept every detail in his mind, so he could tell the Captain and the boys later.
“The pleasure is mine,” he managed to reply after a while, “I’m a big fan of your music.” They both continued smiling, holding hands. Seonghwa felt his hand sweating from nervousness. “I didn’t know you were going to perform today,” he began, trying to disguise the excitement in his voice. “I hope you have fun.”
The other blinked slightly, without breaking eye contact.
"It was a last-minute thing, but I'm very happy to be here."
The aura surrounding the singer was dense and captivating. Impossible to look away.
"Will I be lucky enough to be walking the runway when you perform?" Seonghwa joked, finally letting go of the other's hand.
Hongjoong relaxed his shoulders and put both hands in his trouser pockets, but before he could answer, the model's agent interrupted.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. A situation has come up that I need to resolve.” The man looked at Seonghwa, and he understood. When the agent looked at him that way, he knew there had been some kind of difficult situation with a brand, so the model simply nodded, letting him go. “See you later, it was a pleasure, Kim Hongjoong.”
The other man left, closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone in the dressing room.
“About the fashion show,” he continued, turning his gaze back to the model, “Is there any music of mine that you’d like to perform?” He raised an eyebrow, curious.
Even though Seonghwa was slightly taller than the singer, he had leaned against the dressing table behind him, bringing him to the same height as the other.
He smiled, pretending to be thinking about the answer. The model's face tilted slightly to the side, and the movement did not go unnoticed by the singer.
"Surprise me." He shrugged, smiling.
The singer smiled, nodding his head.
"I will do my best."
They both kept their eyes locked on each other, and Seonghwa began to feel nervous again.
"Would you like to take a picture with me?" he asked suddenly. "I'm a really big fan!"
"It would be an honor." Hongjoong approached, standing in front of the model as he reached for his cell phone, which was on the armchair.
Seonghwa positioned himself next to Hongjoong to take a selfie, and felt a shiver run through his body when he felt the other's hand on his waist. The fingers lightly touched the robe, but seemed to burn the skin of the model's stomach.
The photoshoot was quick; Seonghwa only took about three pictures, and then they both walked away again.
“I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I know you have to finish getting ready.” He said, tucking a strand of Seonghwa’s hair behind his ear and smiling as his finger gently caressed the side of the model’s face. “See you in a little while, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa stood frozen in place, feeling the side of his face heat up as the singer walked away. He had touched Seonghwa. Hongjoong had touched him.
Despite the high adrenaline, as soon as Hongjoong opened the door, he managed to react.
“Hongjoong,” he called, making the other turn around. “How about a song with the guitar?”
Hongjoong grinned slyly and winked his left eye before turning and heading out the door.
As soon as the door closed, Seonghwa collapsed onto the sofa.
He met Kim Hongjoong. He spoke with Kim Hongjoong. He took a picture with Kim Hongjoong!
Seonghwa wanted to scream and jump for joy, but instead, he grabbed his phone. He didn't even think, he just selected the image and sent it to the group chat with his friends.
@You sent a photo.
@You: I JUST TOOK A PICTURE WITH KIM HONGJOONG
Only then did he realize what he had done.
Oh. Shit.
@princess_min: "I"?
@TeddyBear: How can it be "I" when the photo includes KIM HONGJOONG AND PARK SEONGHWA?!
@yun-o: IT CAN'T BE SERIOUS
@doberman: I'm hyperventilating
@princess_min: ARE YOU SEONGHWA PARK?!
@TeddyBear: @Woo-nero @cats-paws can you confirm this?!
@Woo-nero: no photos arrived here
@cats-paws: not here either
@yun-o: Everything makes sense now
@TeddyBear: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Seonghwa nervously bit his lower lip and ran a hand through his hair. He took a few deep breaths and finally looked at the keyboard on his phone.
He had two options: deny it to the death, say he sent the wrong photo and disappear from the group, or confirm the boys' suspicions.
@You: Yes... I'm sorry for hiding it for so long, and I hope you're not disappointed :(
@princess_min: Why would we be disappointed? There's absolutely no reason to be!
@yun-o: We are very proud of you, thank you for trusting us
@doberman: You could be anyone in the world, and you'd still be our favorite person!
@TeddyBear: We love you, Mommy, your secret is safe with us
The feeling was one of relief and happiness; Seonghwa felt a slight urge to cry in the back of his throat, but a happy cry. Finally, he could share everything he wanted with the boys, and now, they could also be a complete part of his life, just like Wooyoung and San.
And everyone was there. Wooyoung had sent the tickets, and the whole group was physically present. Seonghwa didn't know if they had met, but now everything would have a different meaning for him.
It wouldn't just be the Captain showing his support in the crowd, but also the only people he truly cared about and could count on.
@yun-o: What was @Woo-nero 's reaction when he found out who you were?
@You: He screamed and @cats-paws fainted
@TeddyBear: They're both just ridiculous, wimps!
@doberman: I understand the reaction, I think I would faint too.
@TeddyBear: You're right, love, me too
@Woo-nero: @TeddyBear take my dick out of your mouth please
@cats-paws: Why are we ignoring the fact that we have an >>>exclusive<<< photo of Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa together?
@princess_min: I'M SEEING EVERYTHING BLACK AGAIN
@yun-o: Screw the captain, I SHIP THIS COUPLE SO MUCH!
@doberman: You two would really be a beautiful couple, how did you survive that moment?
@You sent an audio message.
Seonghwa recounted everything, euphoric, only omitting the caress on his face. It was something intimate, and perhaps he might have even misinterpreted it. There was nothing more to it, just a silly touch, but it still burned on his skin when he remembered it. What would the Captain think of that?
The Captain. The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and a shiver ran through his body.
Seonghwa had forgotten that he was going to be marching in the parade and that the Captain was there, somewhere in the audience.
He had come out to his friends and was about to come out to his love, all on the same day. It was a mix of feelings: anxiety, nervousness, excitement, fear.
@capitain_no1: Star?
The message flashed on the screen, and the model remembered that he hadn't responded after receiving the message with the photo.
@You: Where are you?
@capitain_no1: In the main hall, waiting for you
@You: Which row? How will I know who you are?
@capitain_no1: I think you'll have to guess... Just like me 🙂
@you: That's not fair!
@capitain_no1: A secret for a secret
@you: But… You'll find out who I am…
@capitain_no1: Don't you think that's ... mysterious and so damn sexy?
@you: Are you an idiot?
@capitain_no1: Stronger Star, I'm almost there pleaseee
@you: Shut up, I'm serious
@capitain_no1: Star, my love, do you think I won't come to you after the show? You'll know who I am. I'm ready to take that step, just as much as you are
@you: I'm scared, Captain
@capitain_no1: From me?
@you: Yes! And what if you... are ugly? D:
@capitain_no1: I'm going to bring you to your knees, and you're going to beg me for forgiveness, Star
@capitain_no1: And I'm not going to accept your apologies easily
@you: I'm counting on it, Captain…
@capitain_no1: You're really going to kill me someday, I can't wait to kiss you, my love
@you: Just kissing?
@capitain_no1: I'm trying to keep a bit of romance in this conversation, but you're not helping
@you: Sorry, I'm nervous, you know
@capitain_no1: Soon, it will just be you and me. No screens. And I will still be the same
@capitain_no1: There's nothing to fear, my love, I promise u
@you: I'm going to finish getting ready, see you soon Captain ♥
@capitain_no1: See you soon, Star ♥
One. Two. Three times Seonghwa took a deep breath before touching up his makeup. His cell phone rested on the chair, waiting to be forgotten.
The model needed to concentrate, forget the whirlwind of emotions, and focus on his work. Today's show was very important, and despite the personal details, he had to be professional and deliver the same flawless result as always.
There was a lot of pressure and curious glances in the hallways; after all, he hadn't revealed which brand he would be modeling for. It would be a surprise for everyone, and he felt butterflies in his stomach from the anxiety of not only revealing a new brand to the world, but showing his face to the most important person in his life at that moment.
As soon as the show began, all the models lined up in order of entrance, and to Seonghwa's surprise, he would be the last to walk. He usually opened the shows, but today they were saving the best for last.
The whole event wouldn't be quick; he could count at least thirty models around him, not counting the teams accompanying some of them and stylists putting the finishing touches on their outfits. Many looked in his direction, but said nothing.
It was nothing new for anyone to wish him a "good show" or compliment his clothes or makeup; he was always alone, the target of stares that had once been heavy, but now made no difference. His mind was filled with only one thought, and nothing could shake his mood at that moment.
The opening of the fashion show was done by a popular band, not by Kim Hongjoong. Seonghwa secretly hoped that the singer would perform while he was walking the runway; it would have been the perfect complement to the perfect moment.
As the models were called, the minutes seemed to pass more slowly. Time dragged on and the catwalk seemed longer, the turns taking longer and longer.
With ten models left, Seonghwa finally heard Hongjoong. The audience's reaction when he entered was incredible; there were many screams, and now everyone was singing along. It was almost a private show.
Apparently, luck was on his side today.
In the third song, he was finally called to get ready. As he would be the last one, it was agreed that he would enter when Hongjoong started the last song, and they asked Seonghwa to take a slower walk and add more poses at the end of the runway to match the tempo of the music, so they could close the fashion show and the concert together.
Seonghwa knew all the songs, so he was confident about the timing and how to manage the parade to make it a success.
When he could finally get into position, taking off his robe released all the weight of the nervousness and anxiety he felt. When the garment finished sliding down his arms and back and fell to the floor, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air.
"Seonghwa, 20 seconds." One of the organizers announced.
When the model opened his eyes, releasing the breath he had been holding, his facial expression and posture changed. He glanced down one last time, checking his clothes, and blinked slowly, letting the adrenaline take over his body.
Seonghwa loved showing off, he loved the feeling of power he possessed while walking in high heels and expensive clothes. He knew he was good at it, no, he knew he was the best.
And because he was the best, he always delivered the best. Nothing less than perfection. The divine.
The lights dimmed in the hall, a wisp of smoke hung in the air, and as soon as the first guitar chords echoed through the venue, Seonghwa couldn't help but smile.
He would walk to the sound of Guerrilla.
One step at a time, and he was in position to enter. The curtain was closed, but the entire atmosphere on the other side was palpable. The guitar solo echoed in the model's ears, and his heart pounded in his chest.
As soon as the curtain opened, he was already ready. The first step into the light, revealing the clothes he wore so well.
The flashes were automatic, and no longer bothered his eyes.
Kim Hongjoong was singing, but with his back to the model. He was standing slightly ahead of the middle of the runway, which was quite long.
Some people sang, others watched Seonghwa speechless. The outfit shone differently in the light and through the lingering mist. The golden details, the makeup, and the music were the perfect combination.
As the model walked the runway, his heart beat to the rhythm of the music. Hongjoong hadn't seen him yet, and Seonghwa was also eager to see the singer's reaction upon seeing him.
Somewhere, seated, was the Captain. And Seonghwa knew he must have already been recognized. The model's skin was covered in goosebumps, and he felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach from the anxiety of knowing the other's reaction, but he couldn't take his eyes off the catwalk and search for each face in the crowd.
Seonghwa already had in mind what poses he would strike, and when he finally passed by Hongjoong, he felt the singer's eyes on his back.
There were a total of eight poses before Seonghwa finally turned around and began walking back.
The model's eyes darted straight to Hongjoong, who was now standing still, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, staring intently at Seonghwa.
The model watched Kim Hongjoong's eyes slowly travel down his body. As his gaze descended, the singer's facial expression changed. It was almost as if he were in shock.
When Seonghwa was close to him, Hongjoong's gaze rose, and now they stared at Seonghwa with a different gleam. There was a look of desire, a sly smile that reached his eyes and made his expression almost wild.
It seemed as if the world around them had stopped, and all Seonghwa could see now was Kim Hongjoong.
He couldn't help but smile slightly while Hongjoong's eyes were still on him, and when he was just a few steps away from passing the singer, Hongjoong put his arm in front of Seonghwa, blocking his way.
As soon as the model stopped, they were just inches apart. Hongjoong's hand rested on the side of Seonghwa's waist, embracing the model who stared at him, a little startled.
Seonghwa hadn't expected that reaction from the singer, and when he felt the hand wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, he held his breath.
"It's you," Hongjoong said softly. His voice was trembling and his eyes were slightly wide.
Seonghwa didn't understand what the singer said, but his attention was completely focused on Hongjoong's face—and hand.
“The clothes…” Hongjoong’s eyes scanned the model’s body again before continuing. “Damn, it really is you.”
Seonghwa smiled nervously. Had Kim Hongjoong liked the outfit?
Seonghwa was worried now; the music was almost over—even though only the beat was playing, since Hongjoong hadn't sung anything else since he locked eyes on him—and he had to finish the parade as requested.
The model reached for Hongjoong's hand, which was on his waist, and squeezed it lightly, trying to break free from the barrier the other had created.
Hongjoong blinked quickly, realizing that Seonghwa was trying to break free, and brought the microphone to his mouth.
“ I've been searching for you , that's what I need. ”
It was like being struck by lightning.
The music.
The part that was changed in such a silly way that Seonghwa asked the Captain not to do it if he were the singer.
Could it be real? Was Kim Hongjoong... the Captain all this time?
“Captain?” he asked nervously, feeling a lump in his throat. Seonghwa had never wanted to hear a “yes” as much as he did at that moment.
“Star.” The other replied in a murmur, while a smile widened on his face. “Yes.”
Seonghwa laughed, throwing his head back, feeling a wave of happiness radiate through his body. It all seemed like a dream.
As soon as their eyes met again, Hongjoong shifted his arm and placed it around Seonghwa's waist, pulling him closer. The model's arms moved up to the singer's shoulders, and their faces were just inches apart.
"Star, I really want to kiss you right now." The singer licked his lips. "Please."
Seonghwa gently stroked the back of the other's neck before slowly blinking and closing the distance between them. At first, it was just a touch of their lips, but soon Kim Hongjoong was nibbling on his lower lip, asking the model to open his mouth. When their tongues met, they both groaned softly together, deepening the kiss.
It wasn't a calm and beautiful kiss; in fact, anyone watching must have been quite frightened. They had both completely forgotten about the world around them.
All the flashes and whistles, murmurs and shouts in the hall made absolutely no difference at that moment. After months of a huge mix of fear and apprehension with happiness and desire… finally it all ended here.
They were both already taking the next step.
When they needed air, they both pulled away just enough to keep their foreheads close. Nothing else mattered; the show had ended for both of them the moment the model turned on the runway and they faced each other.
Hongjoong's perfect face.
“Come with me.” Seonghwa whispered, intertwining his fingers with another man’s.
They didn't know how, but they arrived at Seonghwa's dressing room in record time.
As soon as the door was closed and locked, Seonghwa jumped into Hongjoong's lap, wrapping both legs around the singer's waist, and both arms closed tightly around each other's necks. Hongjoong's hands went in different directions, one holding the model's nape tightly, preventing the kiss from breaking, and the other free hand flew to the taller man's ample backside.
Seonghwa's back slammed against the wall as Hongjoong intensified the kiss, biting and pulling at his hair. Both were panting, and Seonghwa tightened his arms around the other, trying to close the already small distance between them.
“Hongjoong…Captain.” He moaned breathlessly against the singer’s lips. “ Please… ”
Hongjoong's soft lips moved down to the model's neck, biting and sucking the skin that would leave a mark. Seonghwa shivered with anticipation each time Hongjoong touched him.
“We can’t stay here long, my love,” the singer whispered, leaving another mark on Seonghwa’s neck. “You drive me crazy,” he said, his voice slurred.
Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong's erection against his butt, and he purposefully squeezed his legs together tightly, increasing the contact. He swayed his hips provocatively, eliciting moans and gasps from the singer. His own dick was hard and starting to feel uncomfortable inside his pants as well.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” Seonghwa cupped Hongjoong’s face, slowly licking his lips as he swayed his hips even more. “My captain.”
Hongjoong's hand gripped Seonghwa's neck tightly, in a possessive touch. The atmosphere surrounding them in the cramped space was almost palpable.
“Damn it, Star, Seonghwa.” The singer bit and tugged at the model’s lower lip. “Call me your Captain again.”
Seonghwa smiled against Hongjoong's lips, then stepped down from the singer's lap, moving slightly away.
"Beg me."
Hongjoong blinked rapidly as Seonghwa pushed his chest back, causing the singer to fall back onto the sofa in the dressing room.
The singer had both hands behind his back, supporting his body, and Seonghwa stopped just inches from him, standing. The model stared at him with shining eyes and a watering mouth.
"P- Please."
Kim Hongjoong swallowed hard, admiring the model's entire body before he could form a thought or say anything.
“Star, call me yours,” he pleaded. “Call me Captain. Say I’m yours and only yours.” The model groaned at the last part, and even with the singer seated, the bulge in his pants was clearly visible.
"Again."
Hongjoong groaned softly and, still with his arms behind his back, swayed and moved his hips, searching for some relief.
“Say I’m yours, Seonghwa, I want to hear it again.” He groaned again, his movements becoming more agitated. Hongjoong was practically fucking the air, such was his desperation and excitement.
Seonghwa smiled with slightly parted lips, and reached behind him, opening his corset.
"Again."
“Fuck…” Hongjoong bit his lip, realizing the model’s intention. “Call me yours again…”
The model quickly let the straps of the garment slide down his arms at an almost too slow speed, and the piece fell to the floor with a silent thud. His entire chest was bare, and Hongjoong tried to get up, but Seonghwa placed one foot on the seated man's thigh, preventing the movement.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly, staring at the other. Hongjoong could only groan in response, lowering his waist so that his erection was beneath the high heels the model was wearing.
The singer began moving his hips again, rubbing himself forcefully and rapidly.
“You’re so desperate… rubbing yourself against me like that.” Seonghwa pressed his foot down, applying more force to the spot, making Hongjoong roll his eyes.
"Aaa-h."
The singer's cheeks were slightly flushed, and he bit his lip hard, suppressing a few moans that escaped. He knew Hongjoong was close, so he moved his leg back, breaking the contact and making the seated man stare intently at him.
"You're not going to get off now, Captain."
Seonghwa reached for the button of his pants and dragged them to the floor, leaving him naked. Only his heels remained, and the sight was simply too inviting for Hongjoong.
The singer stood up quickly, grabbing Seonghwa's jaw and kissing him forcefully. Their tongues battled, and Seonghwa couldn't help but groan loudly into the other's mouth when, suddenly, he felt Hongjoong's warm hand close around his dick.
A few back-and-forth movements were enough to melt Seonghwa during the kiss. Hongjoong interrupted the kiss and, without saying anything, turned the model around and crouched down behind him.
The singer's lips traced the entire length of the model's left buttock, and his teeth nibbled at the inside of the model's thigh, causing him to automatically spread his legs.
Hongjoong's hands landed on both cheeks, parting them as he squeezed the flesh. His warm tongue then found his skin, and Seonghwa groaned loudly.
Hongjoong devoured it deliciously, without mercy.
"Fuck me, Captain," he groaned desperately. "Please, now, please, I... "
Hongjoong's hands moved up to Seonghwa's waist, and he lifted him, running the tip of his nose along the model's trembling spine.
The model only had time to hear the pants being unzipped and something falling to the floor before feeling a hand tightly closing around his waist, pulling his body back against the tip of Hongjoong's penis.
The singer would brush and smear Seonghwa's entrance with pre-cum, teasing him. Sometimes he would push a little, almost entering, before returning to gentle movements.
It was torturous. It was delicious .
"Captain."
Seonghwa had both arms wrapped around Hongjoong's head, and his back was pressed against the singer's chest.
“Star.” Hongjoong whispered, kissing the nape of Seonghwa’s neck. “Mine.”
And finally, Seonghwa felt Hongjoong enter.
They both groaned together, and Seonghwa tilted his head back, closing his eyes, surrendering to the delicious sensation.
"Damn Seonghwa, so tight."
Hongjoong made slow, weak advances, letting Seonghwa get used to the intrusion. All the nights Seonghwa had spent in the room on voice calls with the Captain and using the dildo, none came close to the sensation he felt now.
There were tremors, shivers, sweat, kisses, despair, desire. And it was all real, physical.
Seonghwa didn't even try to hide his moans, and Hongjoong began to speed up his movements, causing the model to let go of his arms and fall forward.
Seonghwa leaned heavily against the shelf, watching Hongjoong in the mirror. The model had his waist arched, his arms stretched forward, and a satisfied smile on his face.
Hongjoong was now forcefully and quickly thrusting into his body, a sly smile visible on his face as he pulled Seonghwa's hair, playfully slapping the model's buttocks. The singer's gaze was possessive and intense, impossible to look away from.
Hongjoong put one arm around Seonghwa's waist, helping him balance and allowing him to stick his butt out more. The singer's hand wandered over the model's skin until it finally reached his member, which had been aching and forgotten until then. As soon as the singer's hand closed around it and began a back-and-forth motion, Hongjoong's dick reached that point.
“Aaaaaa” Seonghwa groaned loudly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, causing the singer to increase the force in his hair and the speed of his thrusts. “More, more, more...”
His faltering voice, coupled with the moans he was trying to silence by biting his lips, was so arousing that it made Seonghwa feel like he was dreaming.
"Hongjoong!"
After waiting so long, Seonghwa finally fulfilled a long-held fantasy. All the adrenaline of the parade, discovering that the Captain was Hongjoong, and their thirst for contact made the model's skin crawl. The singer's hands were firm and strong in their grips, the hair pulls, the slaps, and the force with which he invaded his body were pure, delightful pleasure.
"F-fuck, I'm so close!" Hongjoong grunted, quickening his hand movements, causing Seonghwa to groan breathlessly.
The model's eyes rolled back, and he felt Hongjoong increase the force of his thrusts. Seonghwa wouldn't last much longer at this pace.
“Inside.” He said, looking up and meeting Hongjoong’s eyes in the mirror. They were both breathless.
Hongjoong's grip tightened even more, and he quickened his movements. Combined with his uncoordinated thrusts into Seonghwa's body, the model's legs began to give way.
"Ho-Hongjoong!"
“That’s it, moan my name.” Hongjoong slowed down only to bend over the model, running his tongue along the line of Seonghwa’s spine, who arched his back even more. The singer’s hands now gripped his slender waist tightly and possessively. “Mine.”
“ A-aaa a Fuck!” Seonghwa shouted, “Hongjoong!” he called, letting the pleasurable sensation take over his body as he felt his abdomen contract and then relax, cumming in the singer's hand. He groaned for a long time, reveling in Hongjoong's strong and firm thrusts, who then came.
Seonghwa's legs gave way, and if it weren't for Hongjoong holding him, he would have fallen to his knees on the floor. The model's vision was still a little blurry from the intensity of the orgasm, and his body tingled.
They both groaned as Hongjoong pulled out of Seonghwa, and soon the model could feel the warm liquid running down the inside of his legs.
It was all real.
He had kissed and – finally – fucked with the Captain. With Hongjoong. Months ago he was reading about exactly that, talking and giving ideas, supporting a ship he never considered to be real.
Seonghwa felt Hongjoong's hands on his legs, and then the singer's tongue cleaned up all the mess that was dripping.
When nothing else remained, Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa onto his lap and sat on the sofa to the side of the dressing room. They were facing each other and smiling.
Hongjoong's left hand gently caressed Seonghwa's bare back, while his right hand moved to the model's neck. Their lips met again, but in a calm, serene, and relaxed kiss.
“Captain,” Seonghwa whispered against the other’s lips, “You fucked me so well that I think I’m ready to say ‘I love you.’”
Hongjoong laughed, brushing their lips together.
"My love, Star, my Seonghwa, I…" Seonghwa interrupted, placing the tips of his fingers on the other's mouth.
“No.” He sighed. “You have to do this after our first romantic date, remember?”
Hongjoong smiled, placing a kiss on the tip of the model's nose.
“Park Seonghwa…” Hongjoong began, looking into Seonghwa’s eyes, “Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I was actually talking to you.” Seonghwa smiled, resting his head on Hongjoong's neck.
“I can say the same, Kim Hongjoong.” The model lightly ran his fingernail along the other's arm, in a caress. “Now I understand the reason for all the mystery surrounding your life.”
“I’m sorry for making you wait so long.” He sighed. “I was going to tell you that day you met Wooyoung, but I…” Hongjoong paused, thoughtful. “Actually, I was just being a coward. I always trusted you, but I was afraid of what might happen afterward. After all, you were a fan of mine too.”
“I would have revealed myself that day if you had told me it was you.” Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong again. “But it was worth the wait.”
They both smiled, knowing each other.
“What must they be saying about us now?” Hongjoong asked suddenly. Seonghwa chuckled softly, hiding his face again. “We really put on a show out there!”
“I don’t know what… Wait.” Seonghwa stood up, searching for the cell phone he had left behind before leaving. “I need to know what my children think about all this. I ended up sending them our picture together earlier, and they know who I am now too.”
Hongjoong stretched out his arm, beckoning the model onto his lap again.
Seonghwa turned back to face the singer, fiddling with his phone while Hongjoong stroked his back.
"They must be ecstatic," Hongjoong said.
895 new messages. 65 missed calls.
Seonghwa sighed, looking at the notification bar. The first conversation he opened was the group chat with the boys.
There were several unread messages, and he decided to click to scroll to the newest message to open the chat and send a message.
@princess_min: @you must be sitting so hard on Hongjoong now that we're going to have an earthquake in NY for the first time in our lives
@doberman: What the hell did I just read?
@TeddyBear: Hongjoong is the biggest bottom in the world, I already said so. @You must be topping him, for sure!
@Woo-nero: SHUT UP, shut uptttttttttttttttttttttttt
"What are they talking about?" Hongjoong asked, curious.
Seonghwa closed his eyes, shaking his head indignantly. He hadn't even started typing the message; he'd read the last four sent and decided that was enough. He'd deal with it later.
"The group isn't charging," he made up, putting his phone down on the sofa. "But it's for sure nothing important."
~ ♥ ~
“Wooyoung, get up off the floor, for God’s sake!!!”
“You don’t understand, my life is over!” Wooyoung whimpered, his knees and arms on the floor.
“What a deplorable scene, San, I’d be ashamed if my boyfriend did that.”
The boys laughed, while Seonghwa covered his face with his hands, embarrassed.
“I never wanted to block you and fight with you, Hongjoong, I just didn’t know you were… you!” Wooyoung continued, observing Hongjoong who was sitting in the armchair in the corner of Seonghwa’s room.
The singer laughed, trying to lift Wooyoung off the floor.
“Woo, it’s okay, seriously, I’ve already forgiven you!”
“But what about all the threats I made? I’ll never forgive myself.”
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Threats?! What threats, Wooyoung?!” The model approached, standing beside Hongjoong.
“Mommy, he wanted to steal you from us!” Wooyoung cried even harder, hiding his face.
“What a humiliation.” San said, picking Wooyoung up from the floor.
After the fashion show, Seonghwa couldn't find the boys at the place, and they had arranged to go to his house the next day so they could finally meet and have the long-awaited game night together.
Hongjoong had spent the night at the model's house, so when everyone arrived, the singer was already there to help with the food and games.
Wooyoung and San were the last to arrive, and after Hongjoong confirmed that he really did know Jongho and that he was the one who had taught him the apple trick, everyone went crazy.
Everyone got along incredibly well, and although it was something new, it didn't seem different from the nights they spent on the phone together.
During the night, Hongjoong hugged him and gave him quick kisses on his face, making the model's heart race every time their eyes met, reminding him of the moments from the previous night.
They ordered pizza, laughed, and talked about their lives, now freely sharing their real names, professions, and other details they wanted to.
When everyone finished introducing themselves, Wooyoung was the last to speak. The speech started well, until he finally met Hongjoong's gaze.
Wooyoung knelt in front of the other and began with an apology.
"What threats?!" Seonghwa repeated, now looking at Hongjoong. "What did he say to you?"
Hongjoong just laughed, shrugging.
"Something about ripping off my balls with rusty scissors, but I don't remember exactly every word now."
"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa and San said at the same time.
The rest laughed, enjoying the scene.
Yeosang was in Jongho's lap, and Mingi was hugging Yunho, near the wall.
Hongjoong leaned over Wooyoung, patting his back lightly.
"It's okay, really."
"Daaaad!" Wooyoung lifted his face, hugging the singer who returned the hug with the same intensity.
"That Wooyoung is ridiculous, don't call me brother anymore," Yeosang said, covering his face with his hands.
Seonghwa shook his head, looking around, smiling.
Everything was very natural, and Seonghwa felt complete. He was surrounded by the people he truly loved, and the happiness on his face was clear.
The atmosphere was welcoming and familiar, just as the model had always dreamed of having.
Finally, after years, he felt complete and had one certainty: Creating that account was definitely the best thing he had ever done in his life.