You Should Leave, Baby → ZUWOON

chapter four

tuesday.

Seokwoo bursts into his bedroom without a second thought, immediately locating Juho, who's peering out at him from underneath a mound of blankets. "What do you want?" He questions, exhaustion lacing his words. Seokwoo purses his lips, walking over to him. When Juho doesn't protest, he takes the initiative to kneel down to get face to face with him.

"What's wrong?" He worries, setting his hands on the edge of the bed. Juho shrugs, closing his eyes.

When he's waited for a moment, he's about to repeat himself but Juho finally speaks, cutting him off. "I had a bad feeling, and someone contacted me who I don't want to talk to anymore."

"Who?"

"Ex."

The brunette nods, furrowing his eyebrows. "What did she say?"

"He," Juho corrects, rolling his shoulders back into the mattress. "He wanted me to call him."

"And are you going to?" Seokwoo mumbles, feeling absolutely disgusted when a twinge of jealousy nags at him. Why would he care? He didn't give a fuck.

Juho snorts, opening his eyes again. "Fuck, no. That guy's an asshole." There's pain hidden behind his words. Seokwoo frowns.

"Move over."

Juho scoffs, but when Seokwoo only raises an eyebrow he rolls over to the other side of the bed, cringing when he feels it dip beside him. "What are you doing?"

Seokwoo doesn't feel the need to explain himself. He turns onto his side to see the other more clearly, making sure to stay above the blankets while Juho was below them. "My legs hurt from crouching."

"You're fucking stupid."

There's a smile on Juho's face when he says it. Seokwoo hums in response, grinning back. "Guess so."

After a period of silence, Juho turns over to look at Seokwoo. "Do you have any shitty exes?"

"Only one," Seokwoo jumps into the conversation wholeheartedly, thrilled that Juho had opened up to him, if only slightly. "He was just using me for my following."

"What? That sucks," Juho comments absently, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "People using others for fame is disgusting."

"Absolutely." Seokwoo nods, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He suppresses a yawn. "Tell me about this ex of yours."

It's silent. Seokwoo clears his throat, "only if you want to, of course."

Hesitantly, Juho begins. "He was an actor."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he nods. "He was good. B-List. But he never wanted us to go public, which was difficult since the press always followed him and since my friends were constantly filming." He turns to Seokwoo, looking for any flash of recognition across his face. When he doesn't see any, he eases back into the story. "We never officially 'dated' but it was clear we were together. We lived in the same apartment, for fuck's sake. But he never wanted to commit. Yet he acted like he owned me? Toxic as fuck."

Watching Juho speak, there's a sudden softness to the other that Seokwoo hadn't seen before. He's mesmerized by the way the other speaks, how his low voice practically lulls Seokwoo to a place of peace and security.

"Is that why you don't like me?"

Juho parts his lips in thought, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know how I feel about you yet. But, yeah, you remind me of him."

"Why?"

"Because," Juho shrugs, turning over to avoid seeing Seokwoo, "you just do. Let's go to sleep, I'm tired."