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Changkyun stands awkwardly inside the movie theater. He came early, much earlier than needed being honest with himself and bought their tickets. Hyungwon has paid for more than enough already and Changkyun considers buying popcorn and cokes too. Maybe Hyungwon is a nachos person or a pepsi one. He needs to wait and find out. People are looking at him, maybe because he is so anxious, shifting his weight from one leg to another.
But there is also that person looking at him from the door, with a scarf tied around his lower face and his gloved hands in his pockets. Changkyun is more lightly dressed, because he couldn’t risk getting wrinkles on his perfect shirt, or messing his hair. It’s warm inside the building anyway.
Hyungwon walks up to him taking his scarf off and he looks so beautiful Changkyun might cry. Ηe holds up the tickets and Hyungwon tilts his head to read them. They are for the horror movie he suggested and insisted on watching even after Changkyun warned him that he gets scared easily. Hyungwon will have to suffer the consequences now.
Hyungwon unbuttons his coat and to Changkyun’s delight, he is wearing the jacket underneath. Changkyun’s favorite jacket. The jacket Changkyun want to wrap himself into for the rest of his life. He needs to stop thinking about the jacket.
“Do you like caramel popcorn?” Hyungwon’s eyes are watery and his cheeks red, from the temperature change. He is utterly squishable and Changkyun likes him more than caramel popcorn. Whatsoever, they get the popcorn, a salty and a caramel one and Hyungwon turns out to be a juice person, which is okay, because he is Hyungwon.
The room is mostly full of loud teenagers and some more civilized people from twenty to forty, their seats somewhere at the back and middle, with others all around them. Changkyun needs to remind himself that the goal is to watch a movie, so he shouldn’t get mad that they are not alone. He feels a little better with the first mouthful of popcorn, but then Hyungwon slaps his hand (lightly) telling him to keep it for the movie.
The lights eventually lower, the opening credits flashing on the screen in front of the image of a gloomy abandoned house. Changkyun takes caramel popcorn from Hyungwon and eats it together with the salty ones he has in his lap, in hopes of keeping his mouth occupied and not able to produce inhuman noises in case of fright. At the very first jump scare he screeches so loudly a kid from two rows in front of them turns to look at him.
At the second scary scene, Hyungwon has his eyes still on the screen, but his hand is restless at their shared armrest, until he finds Changkyun’s and intertwines their fingers together. It makes Changkyun feel safe, from the ghosts or whatever is chasing the protagonist in this damned dark basement. He didn’t even turn the lights on, he’s dumb.
If the protagonist is dumb for not turning on one light, Changkyun is dumber for not seeing the two thousand green lights, for confessing to Hyungwon, for leaning in and just kissing those lips until they are red and swollen.
He must be caught staring, because Hyungwon is staring back at him, with that peaceful, all-knowing and a little cocky smile of his. Changkyun swallows, hard and looks back at the screen where the protagonist’s girlfriend is being left behind in a forest. America sure has a lot of haunted houses around forests.
He imagines straddling Hyungwon, kissing the life out of him and suddenly every dating tip Minhyuk gave him seems unimportant, when he feels like everything will come naturally, definitely later and definitely out of the cinema, of course.
They get out, at last and Hyungwon asks if he liked the movie, to which he answers that he enjoyed it very much and then Hyungwon asks the same again with a smug expression and like this it’s confirmed that Changkyun spent the whole ghost invasion on the mansion staring at Hyungwon without any clue of the massacre happening on the screen.
“Can I walk you home?”
“If you like. And if you’re not cold and scared to go back home alone. Sorry, I’m mumbling, of course you are not.”
“But you are. So cute. Of course you are cold, when will you learn to dress properly Changkyun?”
Hyungwon takes his coat off, removes his jacket and puts it back on.
“Here, I’m not letting my boyfriend freeze to death.” He hands the jacket to Changkyun.
“Your what?” Changkyun’s mind turns to mush.
Hyungwon continues walking unfazed.
“You, my boyfriend.”
Changkyun almost falls face-down on the pavement but by some kind of magic Hyungwon’s hand is there to keep him up. They walk to his apartment hand in hand enjoying the peace and quiet the night offers. Hyungwon at last because Changkyun can’t gasp that a person just confessed to him and that person is so handsome and cool and everything Changkyun is not.
In front of his door, Changkyun starts taking the jacket off to give it back, but Hyungwon with a hand on his shoulder stops him. He leans close, close enough for their noses to touch and stops there.
Changkyun closes his eyes.
Hyungwon kisses him, sweet and tasting like caramel and his lips so soft and welcoming. Changkyun wraps his hands around his nape pulling him down and closer, kissing back until he has to break the kiss to breath. Hyungwon pecks his lips once more.
“You can keep this.” He taps the jacket before leaving.