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the door slams behind hansol’s back and he pulls his favorite beanie hat deeper on his forehead, pressing his naughty curls down.
“come on.”
he growls when he sees wonwoo at the gates.
“merry christmas to you too, hansol-ah.”
wonwoo sounds sarcastically, but as soon as he notices the dark shadows covering hansol’s face, he is full of concern.
“parents, again?”
“who else?”
that’s rhetorical. they gain speed and their shoulders bump into each other.
“what’s now?”
no enthusiasm in wonwoo’s voice. he hates it - being only able to ask same question again and again.
“same old song, i am the worst son in the world, and how dare i object.”
“oh, sollie... that’s rude of them.”
“it is.”
hansol exhales.
“but you know what is even worse, hyung?”
“hm?..”
“maybe they are right. maybe someone like me deserves it.”
“no... no, no!”
“just leave it, hyung. let’s just watch these damn fireworks as long as possible, because i suffocate in this place supposed to be my home.”
something in hansol’s voice makes wonwoo let this conversation drown in silence. they climb the hill which is considered to be -their- since the day they became best friends. the best in the neighborhood.
the snow is joyful. wonwoo pokes extra pair of mittens to hansol without any questions and takes on his own. at the top of the hill the view is breathtaking. the town lies below, twinkling with hundreds of lights. every window is lit and warm. wonwoo exhales and feels hansol pulling his sleeve to sit near him on the body of the old fallen tree.
“now... watch it.”
hansol declares in a whisper and wonwoo notices the reflection of the first firework lighting up the skies in hansol’s eyes, because it is hard not to look at him.
the fireworks set off one after another in different parts of the town. higher, and higher, and higher.
at the moment when the swish of them is silenced, hansol takes his hand.
“i’m sorry for spoiling your christmas.”
wonwoo huffs.
“you’re the best part of it. you know it, right?”
hansol bites his lip.
“i wanted to say the same.”
they both smile and watch another bunch of sparks cutting the velvet of the night in pieces.
“merry christmas, hansol.”
i love you.
“merry christmas, hyung.”
i love you too.