Love Story ( 1/2 - Cabi AU - JoonHo Backstory)
Title: Love Story (1/2)
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JoonHo, broken!JoonSeob
Summary: It's not a love story.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR ^-^ and look! I started my first year on LJ with JoonHo and ended it with JoonHo after writing like tenbajillion BEAST fics in between wtf. I actually don't know why I started this a few days ago when I had other stuff to be writing and homework to be doing. But here it is, and it's to Taylor Swift's Love Story, which is a song I've been in love with ever since it came out. The concept, the music video, the lyrics, the everything is just like pure gold for me and I keep imagining different Kpop idols remixing it into a Kpop concept because it's just like - absolutely perfect to me T^T Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Erm. The longness of this. OTL
Part 1 // Part 2
Chapter I - page 13
They aren’t wearing masks when they fall in love with each other.
They aren’t wearing suits out silk and linen and velvet-they aren’t wearing powdered wigs, aren’t dancing at a ball, don’t gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly and passionately. They don’t fall in love with each other at first sight.
They’re at a party, outdoors, beneath the stars-on the sand-beside the ocean. There’re no violins, no cellos and pianos-no orchestra in the background of their budding romance. Their budding romance is filled with booming music that shakes the entire beach, accompanied by the rush of the tide sweeping in-with alcohol and dirty dancing as the harmonies.
They’re not here to fall in love at first sight because they already know each other and because Joon is already in love with someone else.
Seungho is Joon’s instructor and Joon loves Yang Yoseob (is in a relationship with Yang Yoseob).
At this party without masks, without suits-without wigs and orchestras and romance-they’re here to become friends. They’re here to dance with each other, to become a little more than trainee-and-instructor, to drink with each other, and at the end of the night, they walk side-by-side back to the towers (with Joon tripping more than a few times on passing sand crabs).
Chapter III - page 35
“Ah,” Seungho drawls lightly. “The sajangnim’s son?”
Joon frowns, eyes getting defensive-it almost makes Seungho smile. “I’m not dating him because-”
“Calm the fuck down,” Seungho grins, head tipping back to look at the dark sky. He lowers himself back onto his elbows, lying spread eagle against the warm sand. “I didn’t even say anything yet.” He glances at Joon-the trainee is quiet (a rare thing) and his face is solemn.
“You believe me, right?” the younger man asks.
Seungho smiles again. “I told you to calm the fuck down,” he says, raising his voice playfully.
Joon smiles back.
Chapter VI - page 52
Yoseob has had his heart broken too many times-Joon knows that.
He knows that because Yong Junhyung has made it intensely clear that if Joon ever even accidentally adds to the already far-too-many-times Yoseob’s hear has been broken, then Junhyung will make it a definite thing that he’ll break Joon-regardless of the fact that Joon is older and a sunbae.
It doesn’t make it any better-doesn’t make it any more justified-but Joon, in all honesty, never fell in love with Yoseob with the intention to fall out of love. He never asked Yoseob out with the intention of loving someone else while still with Yoseob because Yoseob is still in high school and Joon is out here on the resort as a trainee. He never wanted anything except Yoseob, but that was when he didn’t know Seungho.
Joon smiles to himself a little (bitterly) as he realizes they’re both Yangs-kind of ironic, funny in a humorless way. His lips stay like that-twisted bitterly and tersely-as he stares at Yoseob’s number on his phone.
He knows that he still loves Yoseob.
But he’s scared that he’s starting to love Seungho too.
Chapter VII - page 66
Trainee life is hard.
The day starts when the sun rises and ends long after the sun sets. Breakfast is eaten before there’s daylight and, more often than not, it’s the only real meal that trainees see until after practice is done-well past dinner. There are energy drinks during the five minute breaks, maybe the occasional power bar, but even if there’s actual food available to them, no one eats anyway.
It’s harder to move on a full stomach, and anyone who gets a cramp is left in the water and written off with a bad mark for the day.
Being a trainee is hard and being a good trainee is even harder (even more taxing) and because Joon is always one of the first ones to finish his rounds, even with the easier drills-because Joon always tries his hardest (needs to be first)-Seungho, more often than not, finds him throwing up behind the bushes near the entrance to the locker rooms. Throwing up isn’t a rare thing for trainees-is even sometimes helpful because most trainees feel relieved after lightening their stomachs-but Joon is always throwing up.
“Just give him some water and let him go,” Byunghee says (worriedly) because Seungho is just an instructor-if Joon wants care, he has to go to the resort’s infirmary.
So Seungho waits until Byunghee, and all the other trainees-the other instructors, have gone back to the hotel (long after the sun sets) before walking around the pools, towards the locker room-towards Joon.
Chapter VIII - page 68
Joon thinks he may or may not have overdone it today. He can’t feel his legs as Seungho drags him onto the nearest pool chair-the instructor towels Joon’s body and hair dry, before rolling the towel up and putting it underneath Joon’s head. “You’re fucking stupid,” Seungho says coolly as Joon opens his mouth obediently for the older man to stream water in.
The trainee tries to swallow (counts to five in his head and breathes in and out and steadily as he can), but just ends up spitting it up all over again-all over Seungho.
“Shit-”
“Fuck-I’m sorry-”
He meets Seungho’s eyes.
“Why-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Seungho says and looks away first. He takes a small, white bottle from the lifeguard pack around his waist and spills two clear, red pills out onto Joon’s palm. “Take those and sleep in tomorrow. I’ll write you a slip and you can make up the hours some other time.”
Joon’s fingers close over the pills as Seungho’s eyes continue to avoid his. The instructor brushes damp hair away from Joon’s forehead, expression undecipherable and Joon hates that. He hates not being able to even guess as to what goes on in Seungho’s mind-he moving blind (for all he knows, Joon could be the only one starting to feel something strange and perfect blooming in his chest and Seungho is just being kind).
He wants to know so badly that he does something he shouldn’t.
He reaches out with his free hand and cups Seungho’s face.
The older man doesn’t pull away-merely brings his gaze to connect with Joon’s, eyes intent and steady. Joon doesn’t know how long they stay like that-doesn’t have even the slightest inkling on how time passes while they’re frozen against each other. All he knows is that a certain amount of time does pass, and then Seungho is standing up, moving away.
“Take the pills and go to sleep,” the instructor says quietly, before walking back to the hotel.
Chapter IX - page 89
“He made them up already?”
Tipsy voices and shot glasses in dim, husky lighting.
“Yeah-just added them on after today’s practice. Timing was fucking perfect-I’m not even that fast.” Byunghee glances at Seungho.
Seungho feels his lips curve upward against the rim of his glass. But he doesn’t dare meet the other man’s eyes-even if he doesn’t, Byunghee will say it anyway though. They’ve been friends too long for the other man not to say it.
“He’s an easy kid to like,” Byunghee starts out quietly and Seungho almost grins (humorlessly) because it was so expected. “But we don’t really know him-”
“We know how hard he fucking works,” Seungho says just as quietly.
“Which means we know how much he wants to make it into the program,” Byunghee says-and his voice isn’t as quiet anymore. He’s looking at Seungho with raised eyebrows, putting the glass down on the bar table. “And he’s dating the sajangnim’s son, so do you really-”
“We don’t really know him,” Seungho echoes a little too loudly (a little too insistently) and some of the other people in the bar suddenly glance in their direction. “That goes both ways.”
Byunghee falls quiet after that and Seungho is sorry-it’s Byunghee who has the voice of reason right now and Seungho is just too stubborn (in love?) to acknowledge that. He knows he’ll regret this later on, but he can’t help it-he can’t help hoping (because Lee Joon is an easy kid to like-in Byunghee’s words-Lee Joon is the kind of person who steals breaths and hearts and never gives them back).
Chapter XI - page 112
Joon throws his phone across the room, sliding down against the wall and putting his head between his knees. He’s glad that Sanghyun went downstairs to eat because he doesn’t want his roommate to see him break down.
He tangles his fingers in his hair and grits his teeth, the words running through his mind over and over again like a never-ending stream of credits after a movie. He knows that he’ll have to reply to it sometime today otherwise Yoseob will wonder if something’s wrong.
It’s just a simple text.
Asking if Joon’s doing all right, telling Joon that he’s an asshole for making Yoseob miss him so much, saying that maybe Yoseob will have time to visit some weekend soon.
He doesn’t want to break Yoseob’s heart.
Chapter XIII - page 137
It’s on a Saturday night.
On a Saturday night, Seungho does what he knows is wrong and doesn’t say no when Joon grabs him by the arm in the middle of an empty hallway and asks if maybe they could go out into town and hang out. Seungho doesn’t say no because he’s probably the most stupid human that’s ever lived on this earth (and because Joon’s eyes are hopeful and earnest and the trainee is stuttering and sputtering all over himself and Seungho can’t do anything except smile and say yes).
Joon takes him far, far out through the town-so far that they aren’t even in town anymore. The younger man brings them all the way to the outskirts, on the farther, less frequented end of the beach-usually where the surfers go for better waves and less small children milling around with their vacationing families. It’s a weekend night and the waves are filled with evening surfers.
The trainee plops down onto the sand and Seungho sits down beside him. They watch the surfers in silence for a while-for a long time, maybe, Seungho wouldn’t know because he can never gauge how time passes when he’s with Joon.
“You’re a good dancer.”
Seungho glances at the younger man.
Joon smiles hesitantly. “At the party? Pretty fucking awesome-y’know-drunk b-boying.”
Seungho laughs. “Pretty fucking dangerous,” he says sheepishly. “Byunghee should’ve stopped me.” He raises his eyebrows playfully. “You, too, though-drunk-what the fuck was it-pirouettes?”
“Yah,” Joon widens his eyes defensively, shoving at Seungho while the instructor laughs again-laughs harder. “Yah, I want to see you try it.”
Seungho’s eyebrows disappear into his bangs again-this time, out of challenge. He stands up, tucking the edges of his t-shirt into his waistband. “I want to see me try it too,” he grins as Joon also scrambles to his feet.
Now, more than ever, there’s no such thing as time passing-no such thing as seconds or minutes or hours-while Seungho twirls and spins and flips and stands on his head and walks on his hands (he feels like every surfer out there tonight must think he and Joon are insane) with Joon doing the same, while they laugh even though they’re already breathless, while they continue to try and one-up each other even though their bodies are already exhausted.
He has no idea (doesn’t want to know-doesn’t really care) how much time has gone by because when he’s with Joon, Seungho wishes time would simply freeze and never restart.
And, as they finally collapse onto the sand-Seungho first with Joon landing close beside him-as one of Joon’s arms wraps around Seungho’s waist and Seungho’s hand instinctively comes up to touch Joon’s face-as their eyes meet-as Joon leans in and Seungho tilts his head-as their lips meet, as Joon’s body presses down against Seungho’s-
Joon is with Yang Yoseob-is a trainee-is out of bounds-might take advantage of Seungho-might just need stress relief-might not even really care about Seungho-might only see Seungho as a hyung-
He doesn’t even mind anymore-he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t care how much it hurts, because nothing could ever hurt more than stopping-stopping whatever this has become, if it even has a name. Whatever this is that’s between them-Seungho doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop, won’t stop.
Chapter XX - page 160
Yoseob visits on a Sunday afternoon.
Joon breaks up with him-can barely look into the younger boy’s eyes, can barely get the words out, can barely tell Yoseob that it’s because Joon is in love with someone else, and refuses to say who that someone is. It’s the worst break up Joon has ever thought possible and he hates that he couldn’t even at least end things the way Yoseob deserves.
Yoseob doesn’t deserve any of this so Joon is more than glad that Junhyung punches Joon as soon as the trainee is done breaking up with Yoseob. Joon is glad that Junhyung came with Yoseob to visit Joon-glad that Junhyung keeps punching Joon because Joon doesn’t intend to fight back. He lies there, instinctively curled in on himself on the ground to protect himself, but other than that-he lets Junhyung kick him, slap him, punch him, hit him-
“Don’t-”
“Yoseob-ah-”
“Stop it,” Yoseob shouts and shoves Junhyung away. Yoseob stands over Joon, arms spread wide apart and eyes glowering at Junhyung.
Joon grimaces-not from the pain (okay, partially from the pain)-he grimaces because Yoseob has to stop this. Yoseob has to stop being perfect, being everything Joon is supposed to want and yet not enough at the same time (it’s not Yoseob’s fault he isn’t Seungho). Yoseob has to stop making Joon feel like the bad guy-like the villain-like a heartbreaker because he’s not. He’s not (Seungho is the real heartbreaker).
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JoonHo, broken!JoonSeob
Summary: It's not a love story.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR ^-^ and look! I started my first year on LJ with JoonHo and ended it with JoonHo after writing like tenbajillion BEAST fics in between wtf. I actually don't know why I started this a few days ago when I had other stuff to be writing and homework to be doing. But here it is, and it's to Taylor Swift's Love Story, which is a song I've been in love with ever since it came out. The concept, the music video, the lyrics, the everything is just like pure gold for me and I keep imagining different Kpop idols remixing it into a Kpop concept because it's just like - absolutely perfect to me T^T Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Erm. The longness of this. OTL
Part 1 // Part 2
Chapter I - page 13
They aren’t wearing masks when they fall in love with each other.
They aren’t wearing suits out silk and linen and velvet-they aren’t wearing powdered wigs, aren’t dancing at a ball, don’t gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly and passionately. They don’t fall in love with each other at first sight.
They’re at a party, outdoors, beneath the stars-on the sand-beside the ocean. There’re no violins, no cellos and pianos-no orchestra in the background of their budding romance. Their budding romance is filled with booming music that shakes the entire beach, accompanied by the rush of the tide sweeping in-with alcohol and dirty dancing as the harmonies.
They’re not here to fall in love at first sight because they already know each other and because Joon is already in love with someone else.
Seungho is Joon’s instructor and Joon loves Yang Yoseob (is in a relationship with Yang Yoseob).
At this party without masks, without suits-without wigs and orchestras and romance-they’re here to become friends. They’re here to dance with each other, to become a little more than trainee-and-instructor, to drink with each other, and at the end of the night, they walk side-by-side back to the towers (with Joon tripping more than a few times on passing sand crabs).
Chapter III - page 35
“Ah,” Seungho drawls lightly. “The sajangnim’s son?”
Joon frowns, eyes getting defensive-it almost makes Seungho smile. “I’m not dating him because-”
“Calm the fuck down,” Seungho grins, head tipping back to look at the dark sky. He lowers himself back onto his elbows, lying spread eagle against the warm sand. “I didn’t even say anything yet.” He glances at Joon-the trainee is quiet (a rare thing) and his face is solemn.
“You believe me, right?” the younger man asks.
Seungho smiles again. “I told you to calm the fuck down,” he says, raising his voice playfully.
Joon smiles back.
Chapter VI - page 52
Yoseob has had his heart broken too many times-Joon knows that.
He knows that because Yong Junhyung has made it intensely clear that if Joon ever even accidentally adds to the already far-too-many-times Yoseob’s hear has been broken, then Junhyung will make it a definite thing that he’ll break Joon-regardless of the fact that Joon is older and a sunbae.
It doesn’t make it any better-doesn’t make it any more justified-but Joon, in all honesty, never fell in love with Yoseob with the intention to fall out of love. He never asked Yoseob out with the intention of loving someone else while still with Yoseob because Yoseob is still in high school and Joon is out here on the resort as a trainee. He never wanted anything except Yoseob, but that was when he didn’t know Seungho.
Joon smiles to himself a little (bitterly) as he realizes they’re both Yangs-kind of ironic, funny in a humorless way. His lips stay like that-twisted bitterly and tersely-as he stares at Yoseob’s number on his phone.
He knows that he still loves Yoseob.
But he’s scared that he’s starting to love Seungho too.
Chapter VII - page 66
Trainee life is hard.
The day starts when the sun rises and ends long after the sun sets. Breakfast is eaten before there’s daylight and, more often than not, it’s the only real meal that trainees see until after practice is done-well past dinner. There are energy drinks during the five minute breaks, maybe the occasional power bar, but even if there’s actual food available to them, no one eats anyway.
It’s harder to move on a full stomach, and anyone who gets a cramp is left in the water and written off with a bad mark for the day.
Being a trainee is hard and being a good trainee is even harder (even more taxing) and because Joon is always one of the first ones to finish his rounds, even with the easier drills-because Joon always tries his hardest (needs to be first)-Seungho, more often than not, finds him throwing up behind the bushes near the entrance to the locker rooms. Throwing up isn’t a rare thing for trainees-is even sometimes helpful because most trainees feel relieved after lightening their stomachs-but Joon is always throwing up.
“Just give him some water and let him go,” Byunghee says (worriedly) because Seungho is just an instructor-if Joon wants care, he has to go to the resort’s infirmary.
So Seungho waits until Byunghee, and all the other trainees-the other instructors, have gone back to the hotel (long after the sun sets) before walking around the pools, towards the locker room-towards Joon.
Chapter VIII - page 68
Joon thinks he may or may not have overdone it today. He can’t feel his legs as Seungho drags him onto the nearest pool chair-the instructor towels Joon’s body and hair dry, before rolling the towel up and putting it underneath Joon’s head. “You’re fucking stupid,” Seungho says coolly as Joon opens his mouth obediently for the older man to stream water in.
The trainee tries to swallow (counts to five in his head and breathes in and out and steadily as he can), but just ends up spitting it up all over again-all over Seungho.
“Shit-”
“Fuck-I’m sorry-”
He meets Seungho’s eyes.
“Why-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Seungho says and looks away first. He takes a small, white bottle from the lifeguard pack around his waist and spills two clear, red pills out onto Joon’s palm. “Take those and sleep in tomorrow. I’ll write you a slip and you can make up the hours some other time.”
Joon’s fingers close over the pills as Seungho’s eyes continue to avoid his. The instructor brushes damp hair away from Joon’s forehead, expression undecipherable and Joon hates that. He hates not being able to even guess as to what goes on in Seungho’s mind-he moving blind (for all he knows, Joon could be the only one starting to feel something strange and perfect blooming in his chest and Seungho is just being kind).
He wants to know so badly that he does something he shouldn’t.
He reaches out with his free hand and cups Seungho’s face.
The older man doesn’t pull away-merely brings his gaze to connect with Joon’s, eyes intent and steady. Joon doesn’t know how long they stay like that-doesn’t have even the slightest inkling on how time passes while they’re frozen against each other. All he knows is that a certain amount of time does pass, and then Seungho is standing up, moving away.
“Take the pills and go to sleep,” the instructor says quietly, before walking back to the hotel.
Chapter IX - page 89
“He made them up already?”
Tipsy voices and shot glasses in dim, husky lighting.
“Yeah-just added them on after today’s practice. Timing was fucking perfect-I’m not even that fast.” Byunghee glances at Seungho.
Seungho feels his lips curve upward against the rim of his glass. But he doesn’t dare meet the other man’s eyes-even if he doesn’t, Byunghee will say it anyway though. They’ve been friends too long for the other man not to say it.
“He’s an easy kid to like,” Byunghee starts out quietly and Seungho almost grins (humorlessly) because it was so expected. “But we don’t really know him-”
“We know how hard he fucking works,” Seungho says just as quietly.
“Which means we know how much he wants to make it into the program,” Byunghee says-and his voice isn’t as quiet anymore. He’s looking at Seungho with raised eyebrows, putting the glass down on the bar table. “And he’s dating the sajangnim’s son, so do you really-”
“We don’t really know him,” Seungho echoes a little too loudly (a little too insistently) and some of the other people in the bar suddenly glance in their direction. “That goes both ways.”
Byunghee falls quiet after that and Seungho is sorry-it’s Byunghee who has the voice of reason right now and Seungho is just too stubborn (in love?) to acknowledge that. He knows he’ll regret this later on, but he can’t help it-he can’t help hoping (because Lee Joon is an easy kid to like-in Byunghee’s words-Lee Joon is the kind of person who steals breaths and hearts and never gives them back).
Chapter XI - page 112
Joon throws his phone across the room, sliding down against the wall and putting his head between his knees. He’s glad that Sanghyun went downstairs to eat because he doesn’t want his roommate to see him break down.
He tangles his fingers in his hair and grits his teeth, the words running through his mind over and over again like a never-ending stream of credits after a movie. He knows that he’ll have to reply to it sometime today otherwise Yoseob will wonder if something’s wrong.
It’s just a simple text.
Asking if Joon’s doing all right, telling Joon that he’s an asshole for making Yoseob miss him so much, saying that maybe Yoseob will have time to visit some weekend soon.
He doesn’t want to break Yoseob’s heart.
Chapter XIII - page 137
It’s on a Saturday night.
On a Saturday night, Seungho does what he knows is wrong and doesn’t say no when Joon grabs him by the arm in the middle of an empty hallway and asks if maybe they could go out into town and hang out. Seungho doesn’t say no because he’s probably the most stupid human that’s ever lived on this earth (and because Joon’s eyes are hopeful and earnest and the trainee is stuttering and sputtering all over himself and Seungho can’t do anything except smile and say yes).
Joon takes him far, far out through the town-so far that they aren’t even in town anymore. The younger man brings them all the way to the outskirts, on the farther, less frequented end of the beach-usually where the surfers go for better waves and less small children milling around with their vacationing families. It’s a weekend night and the waves are filled with evening surfers.
The trainee plops down onto the sand and Seungho sits down beside him. They watch the surfers in silence for a while-for a long time, maybe, Seungho wouldn’t know because he can never gauge how time passes when he’s with Joon.
“You’re a good dancer.”
Seungho glances at the younger man.
Joon smiles hesitantly. “At the party? Pretty fucking awesome-y’know-drunk b-boying.”
Seungho laughs. “Pretty fucking dangerous,” he says sheepishly. “Byunghee should’ve stopped me.” He raises his eyebrows playfully. “You, too, though-drunk-what the fuck was it-pirouettes?”
“Yah,” Joon widens his eyes defensively, shoving at Seungho while the instructor laughs again-laughs harder. “Yah, I want to see you try it.”
Seungho’s eyebrows disappear into his bangs again-this time, out of challenge. He stands up, tucking the edges of his t-shirt into his waistband. “I want to see me try it too,” he grins as Joon also scrambles to his feet.
Now, more than ever, there’s no such thing as time passing-no such thing as seconds or minutes or hours-while Seungho twirls and spins and flips and stands on his head and walks on his hands (he feels like every surfer out there tonight must think he and Joon are insane) with Joon doing the same, while they laugh even though they’re already breathless, while they continue to try and one-up each other even though their bodies are already exhausted.
He has no idea (doesn’t want to know-doesn’t really care) how much time has gone by because when he’s with Joon, Seungho wishes time would simply freeze and never restart.
And, as they finally collapse onto the sand-Seungho first with Joon landing close beside him-as one of Joon’s arms wraps around Seungho’s waist and Seungho’s hand instinctively comes up to touch Joon’s face-as their eyes meet-as Joon leans in and Seungho tilts his head-as their lips meet, as Joon’s body presses down against Seungho’s-
Joon is with Yang Yoseob-is a trainee-is out of bounds-might take advantage of Seungho-might just need stress relief-might not even really care about Seungho-might only see Seungho as a hyung-
He doesn’t even mind anymore-he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t care how much it hurts, because nothing could ever hurt more than stopping-stopping whatever this has become, if it even has a name. Whatever this is that’s between them-Seungho doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop, won’t stop.
Chapter XX - page 160
Yoseob visits on a Sunday afternoon.
Joon breaks up with him-can barely look into the younger boy’s eyes, can barely get the words out, can barely tell Yoseob that it’s because Joon is in love with someone else, and refuses to say who that someone is. It’s the worst break up Joon has ever thought possible and he hates that he couldn’t even at least end things the way Yoseob deserves.
Yoseob doesn’t deserve any of this so Joon is more than glad that Junhyung punches Joon as soon as the trainee is done breaking up with Yoseob. Joon is glad that Junhyung came with Yoseob to visit Joon-glad that Junhyung keeps punching Joon because Joon doesn’t intend to fight back. He lies there, instinctively curled in on himself on the ground to protect himself, but other than that-he lets Junhyung kick him, slap him, punch him, hit him-
“Don’t-”
“Yoseob-ah-”
“Stop it,” Yoseob shouts and shoves Junhyung away. Yoseob stands over Joon, arms spread wide apart and eyes glowering at Junhyung.
Joon grimaces-not from the pain (okay, partially from the pain)-he grimaces because Yoseob has to stop this. Yoseob has to stop being perfect, being everything Joon is supposed to want and yet not enough at the same time (it’s not Yoseob’s fault he isn’t Seungho). Yoseob has to stop making Joon feel like the bad guy-like the villain-like a heartbreaker because he’s not. He’s not (Seungho is the real heartbreaker).