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“.. and that’s why I think you should marry me.”
“Wha-?!” Yohan whips his head up so fast, he felt his neck almost snap.
“Haven’t you been listening?” His bestfriend rolls his eyes. Hangyul props his head on his arm and pouts. “I’ve been giving you reasons to walk down the aisle with me for the past ten minutes and you’re telling me you heard none of it?”
Yohan winces, still confused but also apologetic for not paying attention to Hangyul the entire time the younger was talking, but then again, they were in the library trying to squeeze in some last-minute review for their Biology exam tomorrow. Or at least that was the plan.
“Kinda misses the point of focusing on studying , doesn’t it?” Yohan rolls his eyes back at Hangyul. His bestfriend really needs to stop spouting bullshit sometimes.
“So what do you think?” Hangyul looks at Yohan expectantly.
“What do I think about what?” Yohan answers, clearly confused. Hangyul better stop with his mind games because the elder swears he’s losing braincells by the second.
“Marrying me.” The way Hangyul says it so casually makes Yohan pause; he’s waiting for his bestfriend to laugh his stupid laugh and follow up with a “just kidding”, but it doesn’t come.
“I can’t do that.” comes Yohan’s answer. He doesn’t understand why he gives this kind of response instead of a flat out ‘no’ or a ‘what the hell, Hangyul’.
“Why not?” Hangyul has the audacity to pout once more.
“Because!” Yohan argues in a tone that makes it sound like it’s common sense. Hangyul looks at him like he’s waiting for Yohan to continue, so he does. “We’re not even dating.”
Hangyul looks at Yohan for a second and the elder suddenly feels self-conscious. His bestfriend looks at him straight in the eye before asking, “Do you want us to?”
Yohan opens his mouth to respond but he stops at the unexpected question that catches him off guard. They sit there staring at each other for what seemed like minutes before Yohan realizes that Hangyul asked him a question and the latter was probably still waiting for an answer.
“You’re not making sense, Gyul.” Yohan says, quickly lowering his head and not meeting Hangyul’s gaze because the open Human Anatomy book in front of him suddenly looked interesting.
“Come on, you make me happy and I bring color to your dull world.” Hangyul says like it’s some sort of business deal and he’s negotiating. “We’ve been unseparable from the start so what difference does it make that I want us to be together ‘til the end?”