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“What would you say are my ‘special skills’?” asks Sound.
It’s a Sunday afternoon at the dorms. Sound sits cross-legged on his bed, his laptop open on his lap. Win is hanging out in Sound’s room, sitting on the floor but leaning against the bed, playing a game on his phone.
“Huh?” asks Win, not looking up from his game.
“This form is asking for my ‘special skills’. I listed guitar and singing under the section for music, but I don’t know what they’re looking for.”
“Why do you need it?”
“I’m doing an introduction meeting with a management company. If I sign with them, I might be able to do multiple series for the next few years. They asked me to fill out the form.”
“Oh.” A muffled explosion sound from the game indicates Win has lost that particular battle. He sighs and exits the app, turning his attention to Sound. “Special skills.” He ponders a moment. “Like, anything? Can you juggle?”
“No.”
“Huh.” Win ponders further. “Do you skateboard?”
Sound shakes his head.
“And I bet no sports either,” Win smirks. “I remember how terrible you were at badminton in high school.”
“Hey!” Sound objects, swatting at him. He looks back at the online form and frowns. “Is music all I’m good at?”
“Maybe,” says Win. He turns back to his phone, and starts up a new battle in the game. “But honestly, do you need more than that?”
Sound doesn’t say anything, but sighs, somewhat resigned. He stares at the laptop screen for a long moment, frustrated.
“Oh,” says Win casually, tapping away at his game, “writing lyrics. You’re really good at that.”
Sound turns to him, mouth falling open. Win’s focus remains on his phone, quiet battle noises the only sound in the room for a few long seconds. “Wait, really?” Sound asks.
Win smiles at his screen. “Yeah, the song you wrote me in high school is like, the best thing I’ve ever heard. And you got even better since then.”
Win’s battle team wins the match and progresses to the next level; Win pumps an excited fist in the air. He realizes Sound hasn’t spoken, and turns to look at him.
Sound’s still sitting cross-legged, but his torso is concave, his thin frame partially collapsed in on himself. His whole face (or rather what can be seen of it, hidden behind both of his hands) is bright pink. And his ears, as well.
Win pauses the game and puts it down. “Wait, what the fuck?” He jumps up and sits near Sound on the bed. “Did I – are you – are you for real blushing that hard right now??”
Muffled behind his hands, comes Sound’s pathetic retort: “Shut up.” It’s in much too high a register.
Win lights up like a Chinese lantern. “Ai’Sound… seriously??” He’s grinning ear to ear.
Sound’s hands drop, revealing a grumpy face. The effect is wholly ruined by his very red cheeks. His voice is an embarrassed mumble. “You just – I mean you and I don’t really… we argue all the time, and like, compete and stuff… and, like, it’s not like I need you to, uh – but like you don’t… and it’s fine! Like… I mean I can’t remember the last time… ughhh.” He struggles to explain. “It – that. You, uhh. Praised me. For... being good at something.”
Win pokes him repeatedly in the leg, joyously. “Sound! You ass!” He laughs a little. “If I’d known this is how you’d react just because I happened to compliment you...”
“Shutupshutupshutup! It’s fine! You can’t tease me about this!”
“Oh, I am so going to tease you about this…”
Win grabs the laptop and moves it quickly aside, and when Sound lunges to intercept it, Win attacks him, tickling him all over. Sound fights and kicks and giggles helplessly, smacking Win repeatedly until he relents and backs off.
Smirking in victory, Win decides he wants to see if he can provoke Sound into blushing again. “Do you know? The part where you rap is my favorite.”
Sound scowls at him, and his face does start to turn pink, but he scoffs, “Oh, shut up. I was trying to impress you.”
Win pauses. “You were?”
“Duh.” Sound straightens his shirt. “You’re a great rapper, idiot.”
Win’s heart misses possibly several beats. “You… you really think so?”
Sound stares at him, as a devilish grin starts to take hold on his face. “Oho,” he says, delighted, “I praised you just now, and you’re gonna be like this about it?”
Win feels his ears heating up. “N-no, shut your mouth!” He reaches for a pillow and whacks Sound on the thigh.
“Or what?” Sound dares him, with one lifted eyebrow.
Win meets Sound’s gaze, accepting the challenge. “Or I will,” says Win.
He grabs Sound by the shoulders, and pushes him backwards, until Sound falls back onto the bed. Win has him caged below, and watches his expression shift from surprise to mock outrage, and then to… something else. Sound’s gaze moves to Win’s lips, a silent question.
Win happily provides the answer, leaning down and closing his eyes. He feels Sound open his mouth against his own, pulling him in, gentle but assertive. The boys kiss unhurriedly, enjoying themselves for a long, sweet moment.
Win smirks down at him when they break the kiss, running his fingers through a lock of Sound’s hair. “Add that to your skills, huh? Kissing. I’d say you’re pretty alright at that.”
Sound’s mouth falls open, and he starts blushing badly again. He shoves his boyfriend off of him, nearly off the bed, with vigor. “Win!! You ASS!” he squawks, giggling, reaching for a pillow to hit him with.
Their giddy shrieks of laughter can be heard all the way out in the hall.