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Park Serim is not great at anything he does. His grades are high enough to pass, and he is introverted, but manages to socialize once in a while. Plus, there’s his whole let’s-save-the-world agenda that he hadn't even signed up for.
No, really. He had found some mystic watch on the road one day, one which actually ended up being magical(???) and changed a lot of things about him. One of these things is the fact that weird monsters from different places in the universe hunt him down. He will never forget the time that one of them crashed through the ceiling of the movie theatre when he was just trying to watch Spiderman.
Like mentioned before, he’s mediocre at everything. It’s a no-brainer that he frequently “loses” his homework, having been too busy fighting off some threatening thing to do it, let alone be home at curfew. Life isn’t a walk in the park; it’s more like a stumble, if anything.
So, let’s recap: Socially awkward and barely passing Serim scarcely functions daily, and that’s without the addition of his crush on Allen Ma.
Oh, Allen Ma. High school wide receiver, scholarships attacking him from left and right like the other team’s defence (who are never able to get through). So many girls alone attack him, and adding in the guys (Allen’s openly bisexual) just makes things a lot more difficult for Serim.
This is what he thinks about while he watches Allen make a touchdown, or something. He can’t care less about football, but he cares a lot about the younger.
“What was that? Are we winning? Selm?”
“Yes.” Right. Song Hyeongjun, Serim’s best friend, is beside him. He’s decked out in full LUVITY HIGH gear despite not giving a damn about sports. The merchandise is free, though, and Hyeongjun’s always ready to catch a deal. As he’s the student council president, he’s always trying to sell things to the students. Free school merch is the most successful thing so far, and he’ll run with it if necessary.
On the field, Allen does a backflip, which is his signature celebratory gesture. He was a cheerleader in his first year at the school, which was a lot for Serim to take in.
His thoughts are interrupted when he notices a small hole– well, square– in the sky. That’s a sign that the universe isn’t exactly holding itself together and the slimy monsters from god-knows-where are going to come out.
Thankfully, it’s halftime, and Serim’s able to sneak off to the “bathroom”. He takes off his glasses (apparently he doesn’t need them, but they’re disguised) and presses a button on his watch. Serim reaches into it with his thumb and index fingers, pulling out his “costume.”
He doesn’t wear anything like a full supersuit, but it’s definitely a better outfit than his normal choices. Namely, black jeans, a black graphic tee, and a black and gray striped long sleeved shirt. Yeah, gothic fashion. The watch can generate quite a few things, so he sometimes uses it to add clothes to his closet. That’s probably an abuse of his power, but it’s alright. It’s not like the watch has a mind of its own.
While he’s using his watch, he puts his glasses in it and pulls out the “universal rope”. He uses it as a belt for now, exiting the school and flying towards the field.
Now that he’s closer, the hole in the sky is getting larger. He sees a slimy tentacle exiting and immediately knows that he needs to get everyone in the field out.
Serim flies towards the area where a few of his teachers are giving commentary, hoping this will be the closest he gets to people. He doesn’t have a mask, after all. “Can you get everyone out of here?”
“Um, alright.” Ms. Oh nods, clearly a bit stunned. After all, the male known as the “Seoul Saviour” because he has no superhero name has just spoken to her.
“Great.” Serim lifts off from the ground, his eyes now set on the tentacle. It’s too late for him to force the monster back into the gap, so he grabs the universal rope, wraps it around the tentacle, and pulls.
Nobody better be on the field at this point.
The purple rope surges in colour, showing that the… entity is putting up a fight. Serim would love to just shove it back into the gap that it had created, but the monster will tear out his portal stitching if he doesn’t beat it up first.
After a few more tugs, the monster (which is now identifiable as something close to being an octopus) finally leaves the tear in the universe, falling down.
“Wait–” The universal rope goes taut, and Serim starts falling towards the ground. He can’t try to find anything through his watch, as he has to hold onto the rope with two hands, otherwise he’ll go flying. And righting yourself to actually fly when spinning isn’t very easy.
He and the octopus crash onto the field, and Serim doesn’t know whether he should be happy that he didn’t land on the monster (he’d be covered in ooze obviously) or frustrated that he landed on the oddly hard grass.
He wants to lie down writhing in pain forever, but the octopus is moving again. It’s not thrashing around like it was inside the universal gap, but moving in a consistent direction. Serim peels his head off the ground to try and see what the monster is moving towards and gasps when his eyes land on not what, but who it is.
Allen.
He curses under his breath, scrambling to his feet. Allen was supposed to have gone to safety, and safety was not standing on the field watching Serim get dragged through the grass.
Serim pulls on the universal rope, planting his feet in the ground. He’s not strong enough to stop the monster from completely moving, but needs to keep it back long enough for Allen to leave. He feels like he’s been holding it off forever, but then he looks past the monster.
Allen hasn’t moved a single inch.
Serim opens his mouth to yell at him to move, but then the monster does so instead and the wind is knocked out of him. He needs to do something so that he can stop the octopus from moving long enough for him to fly Allen to safety and get back to throw it back into the rip in the sky.
He lets go of the rope with his left hand, reaching for his watch. His wrist is moving way too much for him to see exactly what he’s doing, but he’s able to pull out a poisoned dagger that he throws into the octopus’ big dumb head.
The monster stops moving forward and instead starts thrashing on the ground. Serim steps away from it, letting go of the rope. When he steps around the octopus, he meets eyes with Allen and tries to stop his heart from beating so fast. He’s the Seoul Saviour right now. He’s confident, brave, and everything that Park Serim wishes he was.
Allen looks very scared, and his chest is rising and falling as though he’s been running. His gear is off, which means that he was clearly somewhere safe and chose to come back to the field.
Serim decides he shouldn’t say much in order to stop the risk of stuttering, instead walking towards Allen and swooping him up, bridal style. He mutters a quick “hang on” before lifting up off the ground.
He feels Allen loop his arms around his neck and lean into him like a damsel in distress, and Serim tries to keep the expression on his face blank. He glances around the area to try and find a safe place for Allen to go.
He settles on the school, and Serim quickly flies over to the roof. There’s a door leading up there, so Allen will be able to get down.
When they touch down, he swears that Allen takes a little longer than necessary to let go of his neck. Serim turns away to try and pretend like the athlete hasn’t seen his face from way too close, but he’s being pulled back and turned around and– Allen Ma is smiling at him.
“Look, I know you have to run, but I just wanted to say thank you.” Allen’s smile is blinding, and Serim’s trying to not blush. “I don’t know why I was there, but– what should I call you?”
Serim actually has to think about this. He can’t say his name, obviously, and options fly all over his mind. “Nick.” It’s his English name, so he can at least remember it.
“Great.”
“Stay safe, Allen.” Serim rises up from the roof and starts flying towards the field, ignoring the fact that he’s just let it slip that he knows Allen. He has a monster to take care of after all.
When he gets back to the field, the monster has stopped wiggling. He assumes that it’s too weak to move, but when he touches down in front of it, it starts moving again.
Serim finds the end of the universe rope and pulls on it, hoping that he can maybe kill the monster like this. As he pulls, he walks over the octopus and pulls out the dagger. Dark blue goo oozes out of the left hole.
Surely there’s an easier way to deal with this.
Serim’s suddenly pulled off the monster with a tentacle, shuddering when his skin comes into contact with slimy… urgh.
He twists out of the grasp, walking around to where the octopus’ eyes are. It stares back with its large, black, beady eyes. It’s really ugly, actually. Serim tries to make his last attack not annoying, looking away as he stabs directly between the monster's eyes.
Time to get it back into the sky.
Serim wraps the universal rope strategically around the creature, pushing off the ground and trying not to falter as he flies off.
He’s thrown the monster back into the gap in the sky, huffing as he pulls a little universal glue on the seam and starts piecing it together. Seriously, his methods for holding together the world are not the most mind-blowing.
Once he’s done, Serim falls down to the grass, panting. God, this is tiring. Life is tiring. And he has to go back to school the next day.
Right, the football game. Is he just supposed to leave now? It doesn’t seem like it’s happening. He checks his phone, which has been in his back pocket, to see on his school Instagram that the game is postponed for the following week.
Great. Serim lets himself sink onto the ground, grass tickling his back. Does he have any tests tomorrow?
Hopefully not, Serim thinks, eyes falling shut.
“So?”
“So what?”
Taeyoung narrows his eyes at Allen, who’s blinking back at him with wide eyes as he chews his sandwich. “Don’t act all innocent here. You took off your gear and then said you were going back to the field. So?”
“Oh. That.” Kim Taeyoung, Allen’s best friend and the team’s quarterback, is very persistent and remembers everything. “Well…”
“You’re blushing.”
“F– Frick.” Allen cups his cheeks. He might as well be honest at this point, since he knows Taeyoung will never leave him alone. “Well, um, I got to watch N– the Seoul Saviour in action.”
Nick. The name is on the tip of his tongue. He knows that it’s not the male’s name (mainly because he looked around as though he was trying to think of one), but it still causes butterflies in his stomach.
“And why are you blushing?”
“Because–” Allen slams a fist on the counter. “He was hot. Actually, he tied up the whatever-it-was, walked over to me, and picked me up. Then he flew to the rooftop and– here’s the thing– he knows my name.”
“Okay, woah, back up.” Taeyoung shook his head, rubbing his temples. “You’ve got a crush on this guy?”
“Well, kinda–” Taeyoung looks like he’s about to start a lecture on parasocial relationships, so Allen interrupts himself. “He knows my name and he looks our age, so I’m sure he goes here. The question is; who is he?”
“One of the over one thousand students at the school that isn’t me or you.” The quarterback doesn’t look very impressed with the words, but he finally turns back to his salad.
Allen tries not to make his sigh so loud as he glances around the cafeteria to take a look at the people in the school. He gives up pretty soon, because what are the chances that you’re going to spot an unreasonably hot high schooler who also happens to lead a double life as a superhero and therefore probably has some way to disguise his face.
He can dream though, right?
Allen is thinking about that the entire day, and next thing he knows, he’s at football practice on the same field that he watched Nick fight off a monster on.
“Ma! Come on, head in the game!”
“Sorry, coach!” That’s the third time Allen’s spaced out during practice, and it’s always for the same reason. Nick.
Instead of brushing it off this time, Coach Lee jogs up to Allen. “Look, Ma. I don’t know what’s going on with you today, but you’re going to be sitting on the bench next week if you don’t figure yourself out.”
“I’m sorry, Coach.” Allen has to get himself out of hot water. He is one of the coach’s favourites, after all. “I just… yesterday, I actually got stuck here, and it–”
“All good. How about you take five?”
“Right.” Allen peels off his helmet, already trudging to the bench. Now that he’s facing that direction, he can see Song Hyeongjun, the student council president, is talking to some kid that’s on the bleachers. As he gets closer, he gets to hear the tail end of their conversation.
“Please, Selmie?”
“Okay, that’s a new one.” The mystery kid is busy scrawling in the notebook on his lap, and it’s clear that he’s come down here to study. “Well, Hyeongjun, I can’t help you today. I have a bio exam that I’m trying to not fail.”
“You don’t even come here to study,” Hyeongjun hisses. “You just come here to look at the pla– oh!” He turns to look straight at Allen. “Allen! Hi!”
Mystery kid tenses up at the mention of the wide receiver, and he looks at Hyeongjun. There’s a silent conversation between the two before he gives up and opens his mouth. “Don’t you have LUVITY HIGH gear to be selling? You have an extra week now.”
“Good point.” Hyeongjun looks as though he’s about to skip off, but then he looks at the kid who’s studying. “If you’re not doing that, Selm, you can help me at the shop.”
“I’ll think about it.” The aforementioned “Selm” waves the student council president off. They seem to be very close, like Allen is with Taeyoung.
One thing Allen notices is that “Selm” looks oddly familiar. He’s not familiar in an “I saw you in the hallway twice” way, but in a “we’ve spoken to each other before” way. Allen can’t place his finger on it, and he’s sure he’s been staring far too long already.
Then “Selm” looks up towards the field and it hits him.
Nick.
He looks exactly like Nick.
Sure, he’s got a pair of glasses perched on his nose and he’s wearing a white sweater with light blue jeans, which is the exact opposite of Nick’s attire, but they’re the same person. They have to be.
“Um, hi?”
“Hi…?” It’s one word, but Allen knows that voice. Nick is… whoever this guy is. He does go to his school.
“Allen Ma. And you are…?”
“Park Serim.” Now the younger can put a name to the face. He thinks back to what Serim and Hyeongjun had been talking about. Looking at who? “Are you always here at practices?”
“Am I that obvious?” Serim raises his eyebrows.
“No, you aren’t.” Allen is carefully counting down the time he has left before he gets back on the field, because there are a few things that he wants to say. “Are you sticking around once this is over?”
He notes the blush on Serim’s face, which has been there the entire time. He and Nick were seemingly completely opposites, but they looked way too similar for Allen to be wrong.
Serim clicked his pen. “Well, I mean, probably.”
“Great.” Allen smiles. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Ma! You ready?”
“Always.” Allen stands up and runs back onto the field, securing his helmet back on. The thing was, now his mind is even busier. He doubts that he’ll keep it together for long.
Practice breezes by quickly, and Allen’s heading back to the field. He’s not sure if Serim would actually care to stay, but he sees the older sitting in the bleachers, having not moved an inch. Perfect.
“Serim!”
He looks up at the mention of his name, face indifferent. “Um, hey.”
“Are you headed to the bus stop?”
“Yeah, actually.” Serim glances down at his watch. “There’s one more bus heading to my neighbourhood, so I usually take that when I study here.”
“I’m headed there too.” Allen looks down at his feet for a moment. “Want to walk together?”
“Yes,” Serim answers a little too fast. A blush starts to settle on his cheeks and he stands up, clutching his backpack close as he moves to walk across the field.
Allen chuckles. Yep, very different from Nick. He hits a light jog to catch up to Serim, who’s currently looking down at his feet as he walks. “So how was studying bio?”
“Huh? Oh, that.” Serim looks stunned that Allen is talking to him, but that’s why they’re walking together. “It’s… I’ll pass. Really, everything I do is just average.”
“I don’t think you’re “just average”, though. You’re cool.”
“Um, thanks.” Serim (very awkwardly) pushes his glasses up further on his face. He’s cute, Allen immediately thinks, and he doesn’t even do a double take. His whole “crush” on “Nick” was mixing with his “love at first sight” crush on Serim. Frankly, it wasn’t exactly doing wonders. At least he wasn’t very obvious.
They continue their small talk on the way to the stop, and Serim seems to be very final. Allen can tell that it’s not because he doesn’t want to talk to him, but because he just doesn’t know what to say.
Their small talk trickles off into a comfortable silence which is broken when a bus cruises by.
“This is my bus.” Serim smiles at Allen. “I’m, uh, sorry for the awkward conversation.”
“No problem. It’s cute,” The latter replies smoothly.
Serim sputters for a moment, getting onto the bus with another word. Yeah, there’s no way he was telling Allen that he has gotten on the wrong bus so that the blush he seems to develop around the wide receiver didn’t form any more.
Serim twiddles his thumbs during lunch a few days later, trying to hide the fact that he’s staring at Allen from across the cafeteria. He hasn’t told Hyeongjun about his crush, after all.
Still, he can’t hide how stunned he is. Allen Ma not only walked up to him, but spoke to him. They walked together and even exchanged numbers in one of the past few days.
They also have after school plans.
Normally, Serim doesn’t like plans or going out, and that isn’t helped by his saving-the-world thing that you hopefully didn’t forget about. In summary, he never goes out because he’s never sure if a monster is going to show up. Explaining where he’s going is a pain. But Allen had asked and Serim hadn’t even thought because his crush was essentially asking him out on a date, so who was he to say no?
Allen turns around, and Serim completely forgets to look away. In fact, he doesn’t even realize that the athlete is looking at him until he waves.
Serim quickly waves back, already feeling the blush on his face. Why is it coming in so much faster than normal?
“Earth to Selm!”
“Hi.” Serim snaps his head back towards Hyeongjun.
The younger squints at him, deciding to get directly to the point. “You have a crush on Allen Ma?” He doesn’t even waste a second. “Oh, that makes so much more sense!”
“Don’t be so loud,” Serim hisses. “Yes, okay? I do.”
Hyeongjun points at the older with his fork. “Things are really adding up. I’ll leave you to stare at him now.”
Serim definitely appreciates that. He pulls through lunch thanks to Allen and stumbles through his last two classes (which includes biology, lucky him) before he finds himself standing outside the school waiting for Allen.
“Hey, Serim!” Allen appears from behind Serim, making the older jump a bit. “You ready to go?”
“Um, yeah, I guess.”
The two start walking towards the bus stop. They’re heading for the park, planning to just walk around and talk.
Walking around with and talking to Allen Ma was something that is definitely going to make Serim’s knees weak.
Thankfully, on the bus, there were free seats. Serim sits down and sighs, looking up at Allen. He makes sure to look away anytime the younger is about to catch his glance, and he’s sure he’s being slick the entire trip.
They arrive at the park and end up walking and talking, just as planned. The duo eventually end up sitting on a bench together, and all is going well until Serim looks up.
There’s a multidimensional hole in the sky again.
“You look like there’s something on your mind.”
Serim snaps his head back to Allen. That is true. Ignoring the hole in the sky, he was thinking about confessing. He could totally do it, but did he have the balls to?
He has actually been thinking about saying the words since they had made plans. Allen flirted with him and all, so what did he even have to lose?
“Allen, I just wanted to tell you…” Serim cuts himself off when he notices the hole in the sky getting bigger. “I have to go.”
He speeds off before Allen can stop him, tears pricking at his eyes for a small moment. Of course the universe has to ruin his outing. Of course it has to ruin his confession.
He eventually stumbles across an enclosed area, which is somewhere he can change into his “gothic gear”.
By the time he arrives where the hole is forming, it’s a lot bigger and the creature that made it, this time a lump that looks somewhat like an anteater, is on the verge of falling out.
Serim looks down. Crap. Allen is, like, right there.
He looks back up at the monster, pulling out his trusty universal rope. However, he doesn’t get a chance to wrap it around anything before the creature has fallen out of the hole that it created.
Serim curses under his breath and starts to fly down, not particularly worrying until he notices that the anteater is moving towards a civilian.
It’s moving towards Allen.
While this isn’t the first time Serim has to save Allen, it’s the first time he doesn’t know what to do. The universal rope doesn’t solve all of his problems, after all, and he actually has to have it on the anteater already if he wants to do anything. There’s nowhere safe to fly either, and Allen seems to already be backed into a corner.
Serim has never thought this fast in his life. The anteater is significantly more dangerous than the octopus was, so a dagger won’t help either. What is he supposed to do?
Then he remembers something else he has up his sleeve. Serim reaches into his watch and pulls out a lump, one that expands. He hasn’t used the shield in a while, but this is a desperate time.
He flies down faster now, landing in between Allen and the anteater. The lump expands wide, wider than expected, and essentially becomes a shell protecting Allen from the monster. Now, all that Serim has to do is get out from underneath and fight off the–
“Thanks, Serim.”
Serim tenses up, turning around slowly to see Allen looking directly at him. His reaction wasn’t exactly subtle, so he figures he might as well cut to the chase. “You… know?”
“It’s very obvious, but not everyone has seen you up close.” Allen takes a step towards Serim, and he can feel his heart beating faster. It should not be this easy for him to get flustered.
“My hero,” Allen adds, and the next thing Serim knows, the wide receiver is cupping his face and leaning in.
Wait. What. Why. I. Help. Huh? are the words that run through Serim’s mind, but they all disappear when Allen’s lips actually touch his for a brief moment. “I…”
Allen smiles, and his hands fall from Serim’s cheeks. “Now, I think there’s an anteater that needs to be dealt with.”
“Right,” Serim replies a little too quickly. He exits the shield-shell thing and is immediately swept off his feet.
The monster got a good hit, and Serim barely rights himself in the air. Being able to fly is really helpful in situations like this.
The anteater is already heading back for Allen in the shield-shell, and Serim quickly flies towards it. He quickly pulls out a dagger from his watch and throws it at the anteater.
The creature turns around at the hit, just staring at Serim. They face off in a little staring contest for a moment until the anteater puts its head down and charges.
Serim barely steps out of the way in time, reaching for the dagger in the anteater’s back as it passes by. He pulls it out, but his hand slips off the hilt of the small weapon and he nearly cuts his hand.
Serim curses under his breath, leaning down to pick up the dagger. He quickly grabs it and looks up at the monster, which has dark blue goo escaping its body. Thank goodness.
It was dragging its body around at the moment, so Serim took this as an opportunity to quickly fly up and stitch up the current hole in the sky. There was no way he was dragging that anteater all the way up into the sky.
When he touches back down, Serim notices that the anteater’s wound is nowhere to be found and it’s on its way towards Allen again.
“Seriously, are you obsessed?” Serim groans, gripping his dagger with a little more intent. This is exactly why he hates multidimensional travellers. Can’t they just be human or something?
He quickly runs ahead of the anteater, dagger in front of him. He noticed earlier that the creature has been sniffing for… whatever using its long snout. Maybe that is…?
Serim doesn’t have much time. He quickly exchanges his dagger into his watch for a long, samurai-like sword. This one isn’t for stabbing, but slashing.
The anteater monster clearly seems to realize the danger, slowing down immediately. It creeps towards Serim, as if it doesn’t know whether to trust him or not.
Serim also tiptoes towards the creature. It’s practically at a standstill at the moment, but, of course, the monster is first to move.
Serim reacts quickly, gripping the sword with two hands and slashing. He only takes off the tip before the monster moves back, but the damage is already starting to kick it.
The being stumbles backwards quite a few steps, clearly trying to right itself. It stumbles back towards Allen’s shell again.
Serim gets an idea. This is an opportunity for him to get the anteater out of here, and it’s weak as well. He puts away his sword and pulls out two items: a small, dull knife with an intricate handle and a needle.
He steps in front of the dark, lumpy shell before slowly raising his arm with the knife. He has to be careful with his movements. After all, this isn’t just any knife; it’s a universal, multidimensional knife that can open up other dimensions. Serim usually refrains from using it, as sometimes other beings and critters from said dimensions can travel into Earth, which just adds more difficulty. Still, he trusts himself now. All the monster has to do is not give up.
And the creature doesn’t. It gathers itself (despite the blue sludge that’s “bleeding” out of its nose) before charging forwards one last time.
Serim runs across the span of the shell-shield behind him, opening up a portal-thing. The anteater isn’t able to stop before sliding right inside, and it doesn’t look strong enough to fight back either.
Still, Serim is not taking his chances. He’s supposed to be saving Seoul, which means he has to raise up his needle and start to close up the hole he’s created. He can only use glue if he’s closing up a pre-existing hole, but sewing is more secure. The only downside is that it’s much slower.
He finishes after five minutes, surprised that he doesn’t experience any retaliation from the creature on the other side of the seam. He thinks all is done, but glances at the shell-shield still planted firmly in one spot.
Right. Allen.
Allen. Who kissed him.
Serim sighs. He’s not ready.
“I’m not ready.”
He takes one more deep breath before stepping around the shell. Allen meets eyes with him immediately, and Serim’s heart starts running away from him. Can it stay put? Why is it beating so fast?
“Um…”
“I can talk first.” Allen smooths out his varsity jacket, which Serim is pretty sure is glued to his body. “I really like you, Serim. I kind of had a “love at first sight” thing with both yous that exist. I kissed you on impulse, but it just felt right. And, no, I’m not going to tell anyone about your secret.”
There’s a small silence before Allen seems to remember something. “I will ask, what were you going to say before the sky opened up?”
Serim opens and closes his mouth like a fish. Allen knows– they hang out together now, it has to be obvious– but he also fell in love with both Serims? What had he wanted to say again?
“I was going to tell you I really like you.” The words are quieter than Serim has ever spoken around Allen. Even with the softboy persona on, he’s been hit by a wave of shyness.
The athlete smiles, taking a step towards Serim. This seems familiar, the latter things. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”
Serim nods, gulps, mentally puts on his big boy pants, and kisses Allen. For the second time. In one day. Really, it’s a phenomenon that Hyeongjun will definitely question him about the following day.
The kiss is slightly longer than their first, but Serim still cuts it short. He doesn’t know if he’s making Allen uncomfortable. Maybe he should stop–
Or maybe not. Maybe Allen’s lips being on his again means that kissing him is okay.
It’s not like Serim wishes to stop.
Still, thoughts are running through his mind. He’s still got his double identity thing going on. The shield is still up. Serim’s still technically dressed in his saviour outfit. Someone can totally see him through the gaps and he has no idea if this “someone” actually exists.
“Stop thinking so much and relax.” Allen’s voice comes in like an angel’s hymn. Do angel’s sing hymns? Maybe a siren’s song would be a better analogy.
“Are we dating now?” No, Park Serim, you were not supposed to blurt that out! Now he’s going to think you’re moving too fast. When he said he likes you, he probably doesn’t even know you well enough to decide if you should even date!
“Yes.”
Again, Serim’s saving grace is that voice. He stops panicking internally and finally is able to acknowledge the blush on his face. How many times has this happened?
Allen smiles, looking at Serim as though he’s his entire universe. Well, he’s technically saved him twice.
“Oh,” Serim finally replies, voice wavering on the one syllable. He doesn’t move, mainly because Allen’s cupping one his cheek with one hand and the other is playing with his nape. This is… a lot.
“Oh,” Allen repeats. Their lips decide to meet again, and Serim has finally come to a conclusion with his monkey brain.
Saving the city every few days isn’t that bad if he gets to kiss Allen Ma.