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Over the course of the years they've been together and apart, especially since Bam's hair has started getting longer, Khun has picked up the habit of waking up early in the morning to get himself ready for the day, then with careful fingers and soft strokes of a comb, he untangles Bam's adorably messy bed hair.
"You sure did wake up earlier than other days." He whispers gently, not wanting to frighten the half-sleepy irregular. Khun makes his way closer to the chestnut-haired boy with steady steps. Bam looks up in a daze as he brushes his fingers through the messy locks but they get stuck. Aguero can't help but chuckle as he gestures to Bam without any words to go and prepare for the day. "I'll brush your hair when you come back." He called after Bam, as Bam stood up to leave for the bathroom.
Truth to be told, Khun never got used to seeing Bam so content and relaxed in the morning. It made his heart flutter and the worries of his mind disintegrate. His thoughts instead shift to memories of worse or better days that revolve around those familiar amber eyes. The following sigh carries a burdening weight as he props himself down into his bed trying to reconnect to the present reality that was awaiting him.
Right at the same time, Bam decides to re-enter the room with a towel around his shoulders and a refreshed smile on his pretty face. "Good morning, Mr. Khun! I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier." He sits next to Aguero and he jolts like he's been awakened from sleep, which Bam finds very amusing, him being the only one that could get such a reaction out of Aguero.
Aguero gives him a tight-lipped smile and stands up, walking to the drawer and taking the brush out. He sighs softly. "How does your hair get so messy everytime you sleep? I don't think I've ever seen it like this after tests or battles." This only makes the other grin in such a way that it reaches his eyes and all his face is drowned in serenity, which wasn't good for Aguero's heart. This sense of tranquility was rare to them, so they both enjoy the morning routine with every fiber they have in them.
"I really have no idea, I think these days I'm a really deep sleeper." Aguero shook his head, turning Bam's head back around so he could start combing his hair. He places soft yet scarred fingers in Bam's hair and takes strands of hair to brush them. He looked back at the golden eyed irregular for a moment, setting his sight on Bam's own hands. He glanced at his hands, then his hair, before proceeding on to look at his nose, lips, and lastly, his eyes. Bam's hands were beaten and scarred, just like his, but it makes Khun’s heart crackle even more seeing Bam in this state, it always did. The soul-crushing feeling that runs through his body every time he remembers that the irregular lived 7 years in unimaginable conditions, and yet when he came back to Khun, he was all smiles and his sunny personality was still prevalent.
If Aguero was in deep thought as he brushed the bangs and sides of Bam's hair, so was the golden eyed man. He tried to relax and in the infructuous attempt, he started thinking about the person behind him that worked on his hair with hands like cotton and touches that soothe his soul. He frowns as he wishes he could relax to the sight of those intoxicating sapphire eyes.
Bam gazes up into the mirror that was on the drawer door and realizes how meticulously Khun is working on something in his hair. It should be a simple ponytail but it looks like Aguero has something else in mind today. When Bam finally lets himself relax, his innate sense of space through shinsu manipulation makes him realize how close the coldness of Khun's shinsu is to him. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes how physically close they are to each other. Bam is not sure about his feelings most of the time, but his breath hitches when listening to Khun humming faintly or when the boy with blue locks finally looks up and smiles to him through the mirror, a state of euphoria rising in him. He brings his hands to his own hair and stirred Khun out of his work state.
"Is there something wrong, Bam? Well, I'm finished anyways. I thought I could change your hairstyle a little today." Aguero speaks in one of the softest tones Bam has ever heard from him. He stares into the mirror again and sees the small braids coming from both sides and looks back to Khun to respond. The emotions and memories Bam just evoked in his mind, the thrill of the moment makes him engulf Khun's face with his bigger hands. Khun lays heavy breaths that he could feel on his palms, yet his fingers entangle in Aguero's hair more, he prays that Khun won't push him away just yet and if he does, hopefully he can redeem himself.
"I love it a lot Mr. Khun, thank you for everything." And that 'everything' really meant everything from the start to the present. He can't help but smile at the slightly shorter male when he sees the confused deep sea-colored eyes.
Khun, with trembling fingers, brings his hands to cup Bam's but doesn't push them away, instead he lets his hands linger on his face, the warmth like closure and home. He closes his eyes and chuckles. "What are you doing, Bam? What's this about?" He drops his hands to his sides and asks as his eyes analyze any trace of emotion on Bam's face; but Bam being Bam was just too hard to read sometimes. He was an open book with his actions, but his thoughts... His thoughts were complicated, and hard to read. As his emotions explode through, this part of him stays hidden. Khun can see how Bam feels love, but he feels strong love for everyone. It was hard to Aguero, if there was a thing he would want to have served on a plate it would be other peoples' emotions towards him. He doesn't want his heartstrings to be pulled anymore, there's just so much he can care about and at the moment Bam mattered the most to him.
"I don't know, Mr. Khun. What is this feeling? What do I do with it? I look at you and I feel the same way as I felt when we reunited back at the workshop battle years ago, but it's not exactly like that. It's so much stronger and my heart beats faster." Bam tightens his grip on Khun's face, though not enough to hurt him, his fingers tangling more with the blue curls. If something burns better and faster than the Yeon's flame, it would be Bam's determined molten gold eyes to find his answers. Khun might know, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself. He doesn't want to hurt more from unrequited love of any kind. He just responds, void of emotion as to not give himself up. "I don't know Bam, I don't think I experienced it until now either." He avoids Bam's eyes that still burn through his tenuous facade that he can't keep up around the wave controller.
To this, Bam responds in such a way Aguero's words get stuck in his throat, unable to master anything else other than gasps and mumbles. Bam says it with so much sincerity that Khun can no longer be skeptical about what the irregular feels. "I think it's falling in love... or at least it's close to what Master told me. Isn't... Isn't it funny, Aguero? How at the end of my fingertips I can always find you? How one small moment between us always seems to freeze the time around us?" He lingers for a moment and Khun awakens from his incoherent mumbling fast enough to respond.
"When did you become so cheesy? When did you become so poetic? Also, did you just call me Aguero?!" His thought process hasn't rebooted yet, so Khun just laid out the questions as they came up in his mind, to which Bam starts laughing lightly at and the lightbearer thinks that his laugh and smile could put the garish sun to shame.
"I thought a confession should be more intimate than just calling you Khun." And Khun can't believe it in the slightest, he realized Bam had already planned this one ahead of time. "Continue your confession, then, and I might accept." Khun says with the glint of a cheeky grin on his face. Bam can’t help but feel a smirk playing on his lips. He takes the comb that was plopped on the bed and turns Khun around.
"You seemed so lost in thought that you even forgot to do your hair this morning. So allow me to try something." Bam says cheerfully and he starts brushing Khun's hair as the other widens his eyes in realization, a small sound escaping his mouth. "So... Aguero, tell me. How did I fall in love with you in the midst of danger? Imagine finding both love and friendship in a person. I am so lucky to have met you, Aguero." As he talks, Bam brushes Khun's hair. When he's finished, he places the brush aside. What makes him shocked is the way the lightbearer's behaviour has changed slightly, acting shyer than usual and a faint red was painted on his already rosey cheeks, but what he doesn't expect was for Aguero to stand up so abruptly. In a second he was so close to Bam, their foreheads and noses almost touching.
"Truth to be told, committing war crimes with your most precious friend does make you fall in love with them." He brings his hands up, interlocking them around Bam's neck. This time, they both couldn't hold the distance between them anymore so their lips finally meet into a sweet kiss, not too short, a little sloppy, which made them both chuckle a little. Bam brings his hands to Aguero's waist and hides his face in the crook of the lightbearer's neck.
"You were so confident before when you were confessing. How are you so shy now?" Khun can't help but step back a little to swiftly steal a kiss from Bam. Oh, and those molten gold eyes burn again, like triggering a fever, Bam moves forward to connect their foreheads again.
"You happened, Aguero, you and your fingertips in my hair, everyday, and you on the battlefield always looking out for me. Thank you." Bam sincerely looks at Khun as he speaks which makes the blue-haired male smile brightly, a sincere smile that was reserved only for Bam. Aguero just hugs Bam like he could part in any second, like they were about to face the end together.
Bam, wanting to lighten up the mood, sneakily sweeps up one of Khun's legs from the side, making him yelp and grab on Bam as tight as he can. Too late, they are both plopped on the bed and Bam looks at Khun like a hyperactive puppy. Khun looks at him confused but he catches up fast enough. They wrestle like two little kids, stealing kisses and sprouting out nonsensical pick-up lines until it's noon. They confessed outside a chaotic world that they did not want to face today, so they decided to nap, the work they put into each other's hair long forgotten. This time, they are the ones tangled together, and in this little world of theirs, it seems to be filled with an eternity of “I love you’s” entangled in the breeze of the day.