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“Good morning,” Chan calls as he walks into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Chan,” Wonwoo says.
“Did you sleep well?” Chan asks, as he gets a glass out of the cupboard to pour himself a mug of tea.
“Pretty good, the rain was relaxing,” Wonwoo replies. “What about you?”
“I slept like the dead,” Chan says. He gets a bowl out of the drawer for his cereal. “Getting out of bed was such a struggle. I felt like I was going to die.”
Chan sits down at the table next to Wonwoo and leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi,” he greets again, grinning right up close to Wonwoo’s face.
Wonwoo leans over to reciprocate with a kiss to Chan’s forehead. “Hi,” he says softly.
Satisfied, Chan pulls himself back and starts to dig into his cereal. Wonwoo watches him for a few moments.
“Remember, it’s Mingyu’s birthday dinner tonight. Make sure you don’t stay too late at work,” Wonwoo says.
“I already got Yuto to cover the dance club this evening, don’t worry. Everything is under control.”
“Good,” Wonwoo says. “You didn’t hear this from me, but I heard that there might be a big announcement.”
“An announcement?” Chan’s eyes light up. “I am so going to gloat to Seungkwan about this. He’s going to be so jealous that I knew about it before he did.”
Wonwoo laughs. “You don’t even know what it is yet!”
“Seungkwan doesn’t need to know that!” Chan argues. “He just needs to know that I heard about it first. And you’ll back me up, right?”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes and sighs, but Chan knows he’s bluffing. “I will.”
“Good.” Chan scrapes out his last spoonful and shoves it in his mouth. “Gotta run!” he says, while still chewing. “Busy day today.” But he’s all muffled so it sounds like “Bishy ‘ay to’ay.”
“Gross,” Wonwoo says.
Chan swallows. “Shut up.” And then he disappears into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Wonwoo smiles into his coffee.
---
“You’re home!” Chan calls when Wonwoo walks in the door that evening. “This is strange!”
It is strange. Chan is almost always home after Wonwoo, busy at the high school he works at running the dance club or grading papers or doing all the other jobs that are way above his pay grade.
“It is strange,” Wonwoo agrees. “Sorry I’m late, I’ll get changed and then we can go.”
“Don’t rush,” Chan says. “We can be a bit late, Mingyu won’t mind.”
Wonwoo walks into his bedroom to get changed but leaves the door open so he can still talk to Chan. He doesn’t think that Chan will be able to see him from where he’s sitting on the couch.
“Aren’t you excited about his announcement?” Wonwoo calls. “I would’ve thought that you would want to rush out the door.”
“Yeah, but I’m more excited to gloat to Seungkwan. And that can wait. Besides, you already had a busy day; I don’t want to stress you out more.”
“I’m fine,” Wonwoo says. “I know you want to get there soon.”
Chan doesn’t say anything and Wonwoo continues getting changed.
He steps out of the room. “Okay, I just need to grab my wallet and then we can go.”
Chan nods. “I’ll grab the keys.”
---
“We’re getting married!” Mingyu announces to the crowded room. He’s grinning, and Jihoon is sitting beside him with a matching smile on his face.
“Oh my God!” Seungkwan is the first to react. “Congratulations!”
Everyone else then chimes in with their own congratulations and Mingyu and Jihoon accept them all happily. Wonwoo is sitting there slack jawed, and Chan laughs at him. He reaches his hand out to close Wonwoo’s mouth and gives him a gentle pat on the cheek.
“When’s the wedding?” Seokmin asks.
“In about eight months,” Jihoon says. “We’ve already booked the venue, which is the hardest part. Now we just need to do anything else.”
“Exciting!” Soonyoung exclaims. “I’m assuming we’re all invited.”
“Of course!” Mingyu says. “And also, we have questions for some of you.”
Seungkwan makes a face.
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon says and Soonyoung looks at him with a very concerned expression. “Would you do me the honour of being my best man?”
Soonyoung’s face lights up. “Are you serious?”
Jihoon nods.
“Oh my God!” Soonyoung yelps and then he’s tackling Jihoon in a massive hug and Jihoon falls backwards into his chair. But he doesn’t seem to mind; the usually stoic Jihoon is grinning and hugging Soonyoung back. Chan laughs loudly.
Mingyu clears his throat and Jihoon and Soonyoung separate. “I have a question too.” The room’s attention turns back to him. “Wonwoo, will you be my best man?”
Wonwoo isn’t as prone to dramatics as Soonyoung, but he still stands up and strides across the room. He wraps his arms around Mingyu. “Of course,” Wonwoo says.
“Well,” Seungcheol says, standing up. “Let’s drink to this! Next round’s on me.”
---
“Do you think you’ll ever get married,” Chan asks Wonwoo as they’re driving home.
Wonwoo hums. “I think so. It’s always been something that I imagined for myself. I need to find someone to marry first, though.”
Chan nods. “Me too.”
“Would you be the best man at my wedding?” Wonwoo asks. “Or is that rude? Am I supposed to ask Mingyu since he asked me?”
Chan laughs. “I don’t know the protocol. But if it’s socially acceptable, I would love to be your best man.”
“Good,” Wonwoo laughs. Chan would look nice in a suit, he thinks.
---
Wonwoo and Chan have been friends for four years and roommates for three. Living together has been good, and they have each asserted many times that they have no intentions of moving out; not while this arrangement works perfectly for both of them.
Before they moved in together, they weren’t that close. They were just two people in the same friend group who both happened to need a new apartment at the same time.
The physical affection they now show each other started a year into them living together. Chan had had a particularly hard day and was lying on the couch with dried tears on his cheeks when Wonwoo came home. Wonwoo had asked Chan if he was okay, and Chan had completely broken down. He had told Wonwoo all about how much he was missing his parents, and how much he just wanted a hug.
From that point, Wonwoo had made it a point to give Chan as much physical affection as possible, even though it wasn’t something he was naturally very comfortable with. But when Chan would smile at him after a goodbye hug, or when Wonwoo would hear Chan’s breathing slow after he gave him a reassuring squeeze of the hand, his discomfort was forgotten, and he was flooded with a feeling of happiness that he had done that; he had made Chan feel even just a little bit better.
The kisses came after Wonwoo realised that he didn’t mind physical affection, not if it’s with Chan. He had experimented one morning, heart beating fast in his chest, and kissed Chan on the cheek as he said good morning. Wonwoo had been expecting a massive reaction, but Chan just smiled at him, said good morning back, and returned to his breakfast. And that was that.
It was easy. Everything with Chan was easy.
Wonwoo would class his friendship with Chan as one of the most special things in his life. Chan isn’t his best friend; that title belongs to Mingyu. Chan is something different, but no less special.
---
The wedding comes around very fast, and soon Wonwoo and Chan are checking into a hotel room for the weekend of Jihoon and Mingyu’s ceremony. Jihoon and Mingyu had booked hotel rooms for all their closest friends and family to ensure that all of the most important people would be available and close by in case of an emergency.
After the front desk lady hands them their key, Chan and Wonwoo head up to their room. It’s unsurprising to them that they would be placed in the same room, they’re roommates already, after all, so they’re obviously comfortable sharing a living space.
What is surprising is what they see when they step into their room. There’s only one bed.
“That’s weird,” Chan says. “They must’ve given us the wrong room. Maybe this is meant to be someone else’s.”
“None of our other friends are dating someone who’s coming to the wedding though,” Wonwoo says.
“True. Maybe the hotel just put us in the wrong room.”
“I don’t know if they’d be able to fix it though, I’m pretty sure Mingyu said that they’re fully booked.”
“Damn,” Chan says. “I can live with this if you can live with it. I don’t want to put any more stress onto Mingyu and Jihoon’s shoulders.”
Wonwoo nods. “I can live with it.”
“Then this will do.” Chan walks fully inside the room and puts his suitcase down on one side of the bed, and then flops down onto the mattress. “It’s a comfortable bed at least.”
Wonwoo lies down next to him. “It is. This is fine.”
“Yeah.”
They lie there in silence for a couple of minutes, just soaking in their last moments of calmness before the rush of the wedding starts. Wonwoo listens to the sound of Chan’s soft breathing and his heart starts racing in his chest.
---
They all meet up for dinner before they split up into the two bachelor parties.
Wonwoo isn’t quite sure how it’s supposed to work seeing as they’re all in the same friendship group. If it were up to him, it would just be one big bachelor party for everyone, but Mingyu had insisted on upholding the tradition.
Wonwoo, of course, is put in Mingyu’s party.
“That means that Chan has to go with Jihoon,” Mingyu says.
“What, why?” Wonwoo asks. He’s gonna be very awkward if he doesn’t have Chan’s superior social skills to fall back when his conversation battery runs out later tonight.
“It wouldn’t be right! It would ruin the tradition!” Mingyu says.
Wonwoo is confused. Is there a tradition that roommates can’t attend a bachelor party together? He’d never heard that one before.
Wonwoo wants to ask what Mingyu means, but he’s already moved on, and is deciding which group Jeonghan should go with.
Wonwoo frowns at Chan over the table. Chan shrugs.
The party is a bit of a disaster. Mingyu had insisted on going to a strip club, ‘for the tradition’, but had gotten too nervous within five minutes and they had all left. They’re now standing on the street, with nothing to do. The strip club was apparently Mingyu’s only plan for the evening.
But Wonwoo, as the best man, has to fix this. He pulls his phone out and searches for clubs in the nearby area. Luckily there’s one just two blocks away, and since no one is that drunk it’s easy to corral them into going.
“What do you think Jihoon is doing right now?” Mingyu asks him.
“I don’t know,” Wonwoo says. “You’re the one marrying him, you should be able to make a better guess than me.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Mingyu gets lost in thought for a while, with a dopey smile on his face. Wonwoo wants to make fun of him for being a lovestruck idiot, but it’s his wedding weekend. If there was ever a time for this to be socially acceptable, it’s right now.
“What do you think Chan’s doing right now?” Mingyu asks.
“Whatever Jihoon’s doing, I suppose,” Wonwoo says.
Mingyu hmphs.
The night turns out alright, in the end. Mingyu gets sufficiently drunk, dances with all his friends, shouts a couple of rounds of drinks, cries about how much he loves Jihoon, and is then ready for bed.
Wonwoo takes him to his hotel room, worried that he’s going to have to get Mingyu changed into his pyjamas (he knows how much of a nightmare that can be), but luckily Jihoon is already there. Wonwoo dumps a still spluttering Mingyu into Jihoon’s arms and heads off to his own room.
When he gets there, Chan is already in bed and asleep. Wonwoo gets changed as quietly as he can, brushes his teeth and slips into bed next to him.
Chan rolls over. “Did you guys have fun?” he asks sleepily.
Wonwoo smiles. “We did.” But he looks at Chan with his face squished because of the pillow, his hair messy and his eyes half closed and thinks But it would’ve been much better if you were there.
“That’s good.” Chan gives a sleepy smile and Wonwoo thinks he’s adorable. Wonwoo reaches out to brush the hair out of Chan’s face and Chan pushes his head into Wonwoo’s hand as he does it.
“What about you?” Wonwoo asks.
“It was fun,” Chan says. “It would’ve been better if you were there though.”
Wonwoo’s heart flips in his chest. Chan is so open with his feelings, it’s one of Wonwoo’s favourite things about him. “Yeah,” Wonwoo says softly. “It would’ve been.”
Chan’s eyes close again and he’s quickly back to sleep.
---
Wonwoo wakes up the next morning to an armful of Chan, and his face buried in Chan’s messy hair. Chan is still sleeping peacefully and Wonwoo feels bad that he’s going to disrupt him. He lays there for a while, contemplating what to do.
He doesn’t want to get up, in fact, he would like to stay in bed until Chan wakes up and even then, he wants to have breakfast in bed. This feels like such a special, serene moment, and Wonwoo wants to exist in it forever.
But Wonwoo has best man duties, so he leans down and kisses the top of Chan’s head, ready to climb out of bed. Chan scrunches up his nose, but doesn’t wake up, so Wonwoo breathes a sigh of relief and slides out of bed carefully.
For the rest of the day, Wonwoo is running around like a madman despite his pounding hangover. He doesn’t get to see Chan again until the rehearsal dinner.
Chan gets to have a relatively relaxed day in comparison. Wonwoo had heard Mingyu and Jihoon ask Chan to do jobs a couple of times, but it was nothing to the extent of what Wonwoo has to do.
Which is why Wonwoo is surprised when Chan comes down to the rehearsal dinner late and looking quite ruffled. His tie is around his neck and his hair hasn’t been done.
“Are you okay Chan,” he asks.
“No! I can’t tie a tie and none of the YouTube videos I watched helped, and then I realised I was running late, and I didn’t even have time to do my hair!” Chan groans.
“I can tie your tie,” Wonwoo says.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” Chan says and Wonwoo steps forward into his space.
It’s when Wonwoo is halfway through that he realises how close they’re standing and that he can feel Chan’s breath puffing against his neck. He drags his eyes upwards, and they land on Chan’s face. Chan’s eyes are already on him, staring right back. Wonwoo freezes, their faces just inches apart until he snaps out of it, and quickly finishes up.
They step apart and don’t say anything for a painful couple of moments, until Chan breathes out a “thanks” and rushes over to the bathroom.
Wonwoo returns to their table.
“I saw that, you flirt,” Soonyoung says.
“What?” Wonwoo says, flustered.
“Using that as an excuse to be close to Chan. You could’ve just tied it around your own neck and then given it to Chan.”
Mingyu laughs. “You don’t need excuses to…”
Mingyu is cut off by Jihoon rushing over to the table. “We’re starting now!”
“Right,” Mingyu says. And Wonwoo never gets to hear the end of his sentence.
---
The rehearsal dinner goes well, and the wedding ceremony the next day is beautiful. Wonwoo stands up at the alter behind Mingyu and tries not to cry looking at how utterly overjoyed Mingyu is. He looks so happy and Wonwoo couldn’t be happier for his friend.
Naturally, his thoughts drift over to whether he will ever experience something like this someday, being so completely in love with someone. His thoughts drift to Chan and he looks over to where he sits in the audience. Chan gives him a warm smile and Wonwoo smiles back. He hopes Chan falls in love someday. There is so much to love about Chan and Chan loves people so fiercely in return. Whoever Chan ends up with will be so lucky.
At the end of the ceremony everyone starts shuffling out of the venue, chatting, and laughing. Chan comes over to Wonwoo.
“That was so beautiful,” Chan says.
Wonwoo usually isn’t able to be as sentimental as Chan, but today he can make an exception. “It really was,” he says.
Chan sighs sadly and before Wonwoo can ask him if he’s okay, Chan is talking again. “You look really nice in your suit, by the way.”
“Oh.” Wonwoo says, taken aback by the sudden compliment. “Thank you.”
“You looked good up there,” Chan says, and he tugs on Wonwoo’s lapels and smooths them flat. Wonwoo feels his face go redder and redder. Chan compliments him often; words are his love language, so Wonwoo is used to it. But this feels different.
He tries to shake it off and wraps an arm around Chan’s shoulders. “Come on. It’s going to be a tiring evening.”
Wonwoo gets to the reception early to help Mingyu, Jihoon and Soonyoung check that everything is set up correctly. Chan tags along with him.
“Are you getting some tips, Chan?” Soonyoung asks.
“For what?” Chan says.
“Your own wedding, obviously.”
Chan whips his head towards Wonwoo and frowns. Wonwoo just shrugs. “I’m not getting married anytime soon.”
“Sure,” Soonyoung sing-songs.
“Why are you so weird?” Chan asks, but Soonyoung just cackles.
Mingyu interrupts and asks them to start putting up the photo wall. Wonwoo and Chan turn away from Soonyoung’s cheeky expression, whatever it means.
It seems like that weird conversation with Soonyoung wasn’t just a one-time thing because people keep asking them about weddings throughout the entire reception. And they’re not just asking Chan, they’re asking Wonwoo too.
“Wonwoo and Chan will be next,” Joshua says, as his head lolls on Jeonghan’s shoulder. He’s drunk, so his words are slurred together, but they understand what he said.
“What do you mean?” Wonwoo asks.
“It’s obvious! You know what I mean.” Wonwoo turns to look at Chan and Chan just looks back at him with wide eyes.
Even Jihoon’s grandparents come up to them. “We heard you guys are getting married next, congratulations.” Chan wants to ask who told them that, where exactly they heard it, but he doesn’t want to question his friend’s grandparents, that just sounds rude. So he gives an awkward laugh and resolves to ask Jihoon the next day. Maybe they have dementia or something, and thought they were different people. He doesn’t think they do, though. Jihoon’s never mentioned anything like that.
“Hey, Chan,” Wonwoo says towards the end of the evening. “Do you want to dance with me?”
Chan smiles at him, a full, blinding smile with all his teeth on display. Wonwoo loves that smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Wonwoo lets Chan lead the dance, and the entire time his whole world is just Chan Chan Chan. It’s all he can think about, all he can sense. Nothing else exists.
Chan’s brow is slightly furrowed, and he looks so sweet in his concentration that Wonwoo wants to kiss him. For real this time. Maybe that thought should shock him, but it doesn’t. It feels entirely natural.
Of course, Wonwoo wants to kiss Chan, of course.
The night ends on a high, and Wonwoo and Chan go back to their room completely exhausted. They strip out of their suits in silence and don’t even bother to shower before climbing into bed. Usually, Chan would be completely grossed out by this, but it seems that he can’t bring himself to care tonight.
“That was fun,” Wonwoo mumbles, his eyes closed.
“Yeah.” Chan burrows under the blankets more.
---
At 3.30 AM Chan bolts upright. The force of it wakes Wonwoo up and he rubs his eyes blearily, squinting at the shadowy silhouette of Chan.
“What’s wrong?” Wonwoo asks.
“They think we’re dating!” Wonwoo just stares. “Everyone thinks that we’re dating and that’s why they kept asking us whether we’ll be next, and when the wedding is!”
But Wonwoo’s too sleepy to fully comprehend what Chan’s saying. “Uh-huh,” he mumbles. His arm reaches out from under the covers and grabs Chan’s forearm, and he pulls him back down. “Sleep now. Think later.”
---
The group of their friends, minus Mingyu and Jihoon, had scheduled a late breakfast the next morning. Wonwoo and Soonyoung had arranged it so that everyone could discuss what needed to be done to pack up the wedding and let Mingyu and Jihoon get on their honeymoon as easily and quickly as possible.
Naturally, Wonwoo and Chan both overslept and were scrambling to get downstairs in time. This meant that they had no time to discuss Chan’s midnight revelation. Chan is staring at Wonwoo across the table, and Wonwoo knows that there’s no way of avoiding this conversation, not that he wants to.
“Did something happen last night?” Seungkwan asks them, noticing the tension at the table.
“No,” Chan says very unconvincingly.
Seungkwan gives Chan a look.
“Nothing happened, seriously, we’re just a bit tired,” Wonwoo says.
“Right,” Seungkwan says, clearly not believing them.
“Lover’s quarrel?” Jeonghan teases.
And to Wonwoo’s complete surprise, Chan flushes the deepest shade of red that he’s ever seen on him.
“Oooh,” Jeonghan says.
“Leave them alone,” Seungcheol says, and Jeonghan reluctantly acquiesces.
Eventually, the food is finished, and all tasks are assigned. They’re supposed to get started right away, but Chan gives Wonwoo a look and he follows Chan back to their room.
“Everyone thinks we’re dating,” is the first thing Chan says after the door slams behind them.
“I’m getting that impression, yeah,” Wonwoo says. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed but Chan stays standing up.
“Maybe we’re too close,” Chan says, running a hand through his hair. “You haven’t dated anyone in ages, I don’t want to stop you finding someone. Maybe we should move out, get separate apartments.” Chan starts pacing and Wonwoo gets the feeling that this conversation is quickly spiralling out of control.
“Chan, stop.”
Chan ignores him. “We live together, we look after each other, we’re super affectionate, and we do do everything together. Actually, when’s the last time I’ve been on a date? I can’t even remember. This is all wrong.”
“Chan, stop.” Wonwoo says it more forcefully this time and Chan listens. He takes a deep breath and stares a frantic looking Chan. Here goes nothing. “Would it be that bad? Dating me?” he asks.
Chan just stares and Wonwoo can see the cogs in his brain turning.
Wonwoo steels himself to put his heart on the line. “If you think about it, we’re pretty much already dating. And we both seem to enjoy how we are, right?” Wonwoo waits for any kind of response and gets nothing, so he continues. “I think I could be really happy with you. I’m already happy with you; we just haven’t made anything official yet. You’re my person, Chan-ah.” Chan is still staring, saying nothing. “But if you prefer, and if you want to start dating other people, then we can make an effort to stop doing the couple-y stuff that we do.”
Finally, Chan does something. He moves to sit next to Wonwoo on the bed. Wonwoo fights the urge to keep talking, to try and convince Chan to say something, but he knows Chan, and he knows that sometimes Chan needs time to think things through.
Wonwoo takes the time to think, too. He thinks about Chan’s messy hair in the morning, the way his cheeks and the tip of his nose get red when it’s cold, Chan’s loud laugh which never fails to brighten a room. He thinks about waking up to Chan being wrapped around him, to the way Chan looked in his suit, dancing with him at the reception.
Chan still hasn’t said anything.
“You know,” Wonwoo says. “The whole time I was standing behind Mingyu up at the alter I was imagining you up there with me. I couldn’t help myself. I want you for the rest of my life.” Wonwoo turns to look at Chan, and finds Chan looking right back at him, unshed tears glimmering in his eyes.
“I want you for the rest of my life too.” A tear slides down Chan’s cheek and Wonwoo wipes it off gently.
“Why are you crying, Jungchan-ah?”
“This is very overwhelming,” Chan laughs wetly.
“Oh sweetheart,” Wonwoo says. And he gathers Chan into his arms and hugs him the tightest he thinks he’s ever hugged anyone.
“So, we’re dating now?” Chan asks.
“I hope so,” Wonwoo says.
“Good.”
They break apart and Wonwoo just stares at Chan. He’s so pretty, even with tear-stained cheeks. He’s perhaps the prettiest person Wonwoo’s ever seen.
“Let’s go.”
---
Chan and Wonwoo have been assigned to collecting all the wedding presents and dropping them off at Jihoon and Mingyu’s place. They start by shoving their own suitcases into Wonwoo’s car, and then they start loading in the presents.
They work quickly, an unspoken agreement that they both want to get home as quickly as possible.
When they’re done, they say goodbye to everyone, and head off.
Mingyu had given Wonwoo a spare key, so they open the door to Mingyu and Jihoon’s apartment and start piling the presents into the living room. They try to keep it as tidy as possible, knowing how much Mingyu appreciates things being in order.
When they get back to their apartment, they collapse on the couch together.
“Massage my feet,” Chan says.
“Gross, no,” Wonwoo says.
“But you’re my boyfriend now. This is what boyfriends do!” Chan argues.
Wonwoo smiles at him. He’s powerless to anything Chan says.
“We need to do something to celebrate,” Chan says.
“I’m too tired for that, baby,” Wonwoo says.
Chan turns to him. “I like that.”
“Me calling you baby?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been doing that for ages,” Wonwoo protests.
“But it means something different now!” Chan says. “Which is why we need to celebrate.”
Wonwoo gives up on his previous tiredness. “What do you want to do?”
“You should move into my room!” Chan says, seemingly as an epiphany.
“Oh,” Wonwoo says, taken off guard. He tries to think. “Isn’t that moving too soon? And does that even count as a celebration?”
“We’ve pretty much been dating for ages, like you said. This is just a change in title. I don’t think that we would be moving too fast. And I want to do something to mark the fact that we’re different now.”
Wonwoo looks at Chan, searches his face and looks into his eyes. They’re sparkling and he looks so, so happy. Wonwoo can’t say no. He doesn’t want to say no. He thinks that his mornings, which were already good, will just get exponentially better if he gets to wake up next to Chan too.
“I’d love to, jagi,” Wonwoo says.
Chan jumps up and heads to Wonwoo’s room.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m moving your stuff,” Chan says.
Wonwoo loves him. His heart squeezes and he feels like he can’t breathe. He is so lucky.
Wonwoo stands up to help him.
Once the room is rearranged to allow Wonwoo space for his bedside table and a drawer for his pyjamas has been cleared out they collapse on the bed together.
“I’m so happy,” Chan says.
“I love you,” Wonwoo says.
Chan rolls over to face him. “I love you too.”
---
Wonwoo makes dinner. He thinks a night like this calls for it.
He passes the finished plate to Chan with a kiss and goes to sit down across from him at the table.
Chan’s gaping at him.
“What?” Wonwoo asks.
“That was our first kiss,” Chan says.
“Oh, really?” Wonwoo asks.
“Yes!”
Wonwoo hadn’t even realised. It just felt like the natural thing to do. “It’s just so easy to be with you, babe, I didn’t even have to think about it. It’s like breathing.”
“Cheesy,” Chan says, but Wonwoo can see the blush on his cheeks and the smile that he tries to hide by taking a big bite of food.
---
When they go to bed that night Wonwoo bundles Chan into his arms and refuses to let go.
Chan clings back just as hard.
“Have I told you how happy I am?” Wonwoo asks.
“Tell me again,” Chan says, kissing Wonwoo on his exposed collarbone.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my entire life.”
“That sounds serious.”
“It is serious,” Wonwoo says.
“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been, too,” Chan says.
Wonwoo’s arms tighten around Chan. “I’m going to marry you someday,” he says. He wonders if Chan can feel how fast his heart is beating.
“You better,” Chan says. “I’m holding you to that.”
Wonwoo kisses the top of Chan’s head. He feels like the final puzzle piece of his heart has been slotted into place.