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“What the hell.”
Sion was about to sit when he finally realized what was wrong.
“Honey, I know–”
“You know and you still did it.”
Daeyoung took a deep breath. “I just wanted us to try and mix things–”
“You know I hate it. I despise bacon on my kimchi fried rice. You know I want pork belly on my kimchi fried rice.”
“Sion, honey, come on, it’s just bacon–”
“It’s not just about bacon!” Sion’s voice got much louder than both of them were used to hearing. “God, it’s like you really don’t care about me anymore!”
Spoiler alert: It was really not just about bacon.
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Sion hated cheerleading. He really didn’t want to be in front of a crowd, nor did he want to cheer for men whose personalities are as stinky as their bodies.
Until a younger man from the soccer team changed it all for him.
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“I know they need help, probably because they are our foreign members, and I honestly get that… it’s just that, sometimes, I feel like you hate me.”
Hearing that word from Daeyoung, the man he could never hate nor get mad at, had Sion clueless and confused.
Was he never clear of his feelings for him?
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two roommates. one apartment. endless moments of yearning.
when the unspoken love underneath their daily routine is threatening to unravel itself to the world, will Sion and Jaehee have the courage to finally admit it all, or will they just continue to love quietly?
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“Your voice is so precious that I was hoping only I could hear it.”
That was it. That was enough for Sion to stiffen where he stood, his fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of his sleeves. A part of him wanted to stop Daeyoung from speaking, afraid that his fragile heart couldn’t take more. But a deeper part of him–the part of him that belonged to Daeyoung and Daeyoung alone–wanted to hear more. So he let him continue.
“I wanted to keep it all–to keep you all–to myself. But that would be too cruel, hyung. The world should at least hear your voice once. Let them hear something so beautiful to let them know that a voice like that could exist, and it does.
“And the owner’s mine.”