This is How I Feel About You, Starlight | Seongjoong

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According to Hongjoong, it's still fine.

Everything's fine.

Just peachy.

So what if Seonghwa has his hair in this beautiful icy blond that makes him look just like the starlight he is made of?

So what if they're nearing the end of their promotions and the stylists are going wilder each day as if they're in a competition to see who can make Seonghwa look the prettiest?

So what if they put him into this combination of jeans and a pretty, light grey, checkered jacket with sparkling accessories, with matching droplets of glitter around his eyes, soft pink and shiny lip tint on his full lips and wrapped silky chokers around his delicate neck?

So what if they also put a damn beret on his head, framing his small face and accentuating how gorgeous his eyes and how kissable his lips are?

It's fine.

Hongjoong is fine.

He has things to worry over and get busy, anyway. Eden hyung texted him last night about the new songs Hongjoong has written and sent for revision. He is supposed to get his feedback today in the meeting with Eden and the managers, and they're going to discuss things about their next release, the last video call event with Atiny and maybe a possible world tour. So he has his plate full even without Seonghwa being there to turn him into a malfunctioning robot cleaner with one smile.

He is walking the corridor of the SBS building with quick steps, bowing left and right if he comes across people, in his hurry to reach their waiting room. He wants to ask the members if there is anything they want to say to higher-ups because he knows Mingi and Jongho have some things they want to be improved in the dorm and Hongjoong wants to make sure he conveys everything as the leader. It's one of his many responsibilities.

All of his thoughts are thrown in the wind the moment he rounds the corner, though.

Because Seonghwa stands there, leaning against the wall with a pretty smile on his face, and is talking to some idol that Hongjoong does not know.

His steps come into halt to comprehend the picture in front of him, staring intently.

There's a very tall guy, dressed in fancy stage clothes, leaning a bit too close to Seonghwa. His face is flawless with make-up, all sharp edges and sculpted corners, raven hair carefully styled into a wind-swept form. There's a smirk on his lips, too teasing to be considered friendly, his eyes completely fixed on Seonghwa's face.

And Seonghwa is laughing at something the guy says, blinking his pretty eyelashes, and Hongjoong is –

– seething with anger.

The sudden wave of jealousy that washes over him is so strong that Hongjoong feels like he is punched.

The urge to go and drag Seonghwa away is too intense for his self-control, it makes him take a couple of steps. He stops himself before he is discovered though, just staring at the scene, his stomach dropped somewhere down in his body and his hands turned into fists.

He doesn't know the guy but he hates him with all his being. The way he looks at Seonghwa is just too predatory, like he wants to eat him whole and Hongjoong is ready to beat him whole if he so much as tries to touch Seonghwa.

"Hey hyung," says someone and he feels a touch on his shoulder, so his head whips towards the person that turns out to be San.

"Wow," the younger immediately takes a defensive step back with raised hands. "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Hongjoong asks through clenched teeth, fixing his attention on Seonghwa and the guy again.

"You literally have death in your eyes hyung," San turns to where Hongjoong has been looking and then sighs. "Ah. Of course."

Hongjoong is too occupied to register the implication, but still glances at the younger, "What?"

"Aren't you gonna do something about that?" San points at the duo before them with his head, making the leader's head whip towards there and –

The last of his self-control strings snaps when he sees the guy reach into his pocket for his phone. And that's it for Hongjoong because no, there's no way he's letting Seonghwa be harassed by a guy like him. The ugly and violent hiss coming from inside him rings in his ears.

His steps are even more hurried now and as soon as he gets close enough to be heard without yelling, he calls out his name.

"Seonghwa-yah."

The elder's head turns to him swiftly, their eyes meet and Seonghwa's face just – lights up. He doesn't even reach for the phone in front of him and pushes himself away from the wall he's been leaning against.

"Hongjoong-ah," he smiles, takes a step away from the idol and completely turns to Hongjoong.

"Hello," San quickly bows to the unnecessary guy and then slips inside the waiting room.

Taking a glance at the guy, Hongjoong sees that his eyebrows are risen but he couldn't give a single fuck about that. So he turns to Seonghwa, who is looking at him with pretty sparkles in his eyes, and places his hand on the small of the elder's back.

"We're holding a group meeting right now. Let's go," he gently pushes him towards the door. Seonghwa waves a goodbye to the other guy who probably looks displeased unlike Hongjoong, who feels satisfied. At least the hissing in his chest stops.

When they're in the room, the door is closed behind them and the people inside look at his expression questioningly, Hongjoong realises what he has done and wants to kick himself.

He has no right to do that, stealing Seonghwa away from people as if he has control over his preferences. He shouldn't be doing that. He should be more careful, calmer, like the leader he is supposed to be.

Pushing down the self-pitying, he clears his throat, ending the furious whispering between an excited San and a sly looking Wooyoung. He steps away from Seonghwa, who looks completely okay with what happened. The elder just walks further in the room and sits between Yunho and Yeosang, looking at Hongjoong with stars in his eyes and a beautiful smile on his face.

And that moment, Hongjoong wonders how much longer he can live without losing his mind.

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A/N: Wow, look at me writing short chapters...