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No combination of words, he realizes, can adequately capture the way he feels when he looks into the galaxy contained within those eyes.
Hongjoong writes a song about Seonghwa.
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"Hongjoong swallows.
Here he is, in front of a god, and supposed to say no.
But that's the thing.
He could easily say no to a god.
He could never say no to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa is yes. Yes, all the time."
Hongjoong's best friend Seonghwa is a god, worshipped as the Moon Goddess reborn. Hongjoong has been chosen to be his personal attendant—he takes an oath to serve him, protect him, and worship him the way a god is supposed to be worshipped. There's just one little problem that cannot be longer ignored, neither by Seonghwa, nor Hongjoong himself.
Hongjoong is desperately, completely, stupidly, and irrevocably in love with him. And he damn well knows he shouldn't.
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Seonghwa was the textbook definition of a hypochondriac.
someone who experiences extreme, persistent anxiety that they have a serious, undiagnosed medical condition, despite diagnostic exams and medical professionals confirming they are healthy.
He had been to numerous doctors, gathered tens of referrals to specialists in his area. No one was willing to help him. Something was wrong. Something was always wrong.
That was until he found general surgeon Dr. Kim Hongjoong.
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"Give me names, or we'll lock you up. I'd love to do it," Seonghwa grits out.
"Oh, detective, detective," Hongjoong purrs. "Don't be so mad, I'm just playing with you. I'll give you a name, just this once. You know why?"
Seonghwa doesn't answer, but it doesn't deter Hongjoong in the slightest.
"'Cuz you're so pretty."
(or, detective seonghwa plays right into delinquent hongjoong's hands)
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When Seonghwa finishes wiping down the tables, Hongjoong walks over. He pays for his beers with that familiar black card, but slides fifty dollars in cash across the counter.
“I was thinking,” Seonghwa says as he slips the money into his apron. He must look awful, his hair a mess after a six-hour shift at the bar, worn out from exhaustion and lack of sleep. He couldn't be less attractive than he is right now. “I noticed you seem interested, so I figured I'd ask. Would you pay five hundred dollars for a blowjob?”or Seonghwa works at a bar, and Hongjoong is the rich, weird guy who shows up every night. He could very well take advantage of that.