Getting Closer To "us" [Ateez Yeosang]

~18~

((Y/n)'s Pov)

~some weeks later~

"Can someone please help me?" I asked while standing on tip toes.
I was baking some brownies but I couldn't reach the sugar on the shelf.

"I heard you need help? With what?" Yunho said while entering the kitchen.
"Ah, you're the right person for this. Could you please get me sugar from up there?"

Yunho grabbed the package with ease and gave it to me. "There you go, tiny," he grinned.
"Thanks," I hummed while playfully rolling me eyes at him.

After Yunho left I felt someone hugging me from behind.
"What are you doing, love?" Yeosang asked while placing a soft kiss on my neck which sent chills down my spine.

"Oh, I'm just baking brownies," I answered as calm as I could while I was literally freaking out on the inside.

"Can I help?" Yeosang asked. "Actually, you can. Here, mix it all up," I smiled as I gave Yeosang a whisk.
"I'll be right back," I added before leaving to get my phone.

*

"Guys, we got some letters!" San exclaimed while he gave everyone except for me a letter. "We all have phones, who the heck still writes letters?" Jongho asked when he opened the envelope.

"What do they say?" I asked curiously.
"They're invitations to a meeting of our old classmates," Wooyoung said excitedly.
"It's in 3 weeks so there's still time left," Yeosang continued.

"But you're allowed to bring other people, right?" I asked trying not to sound like an attention seeker.

"Of course, they want to see who's married with who and which ship sailed and which not. They need stuff to gossip about!" San smiled and hugged me.

"Oh, and there's something for you too but  it doesn't look like a invitation," San added.

(Yeosang's Pov)

That one letter changed everything. The days passed and I noticed that (Y/n) distanced herself from me again.

At first she still behaved like usual but her smile seemed forced.
Then she started avoiding me. But (Y/n) wasn't cold and harsh like she used to be.

She simply ignored my whole presence and her eyes we're permanently filled with a look of sadness.

She refused to talk to me or the others. She'd just lock herself in her room and rarely come out.

The other were quite worried but I was literally dying of concerns. My heart was aching everytime I saw her red puffy eyes and the shadows underneath them.

"Sangie, are you okay?" I sat up and faced Seonghwa who was leaning on the door frame.

'Are you okay' was a very dangerous phrase with us. Everybody cracks when someone asks that.
It was the same this time.

"Why did I even ask? I can clearly see you're not," Seonghwa said and sat down next to me.
"What's wrong?"

"I don't know what to do anymore," I admitted and lowered my head.
"Oh, Sangie," Seonghwa whispered as he was pulling me into a tight hug.

"It's about (Y/n), am I right?" he assumed. I slightly nodded.
"Look, everything is going to be okay. I'm sure she's working things out. (Y/n) surely has a good reason," Seonghwa continued and smiled.

"Now show the world your adorable smile, okay? Don't fake it though! Get ready, we're leaving soon," Seonghwa said with a supportive smile and left.