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sometimes. sometimes vernon thinks that chan doesn’t know how much vernon loves him.
sometimes, it feels like vernon doesn’t know how much he’s willing to give for chan, too. it surprises him—the lengths he can go to, just to make chan feel how much his love runs deep for the boy.
“you’re going to get yourself killed.”
vernon can see the expression of his companions through their reflection on the store’s glass windows—at awe at the beautiful array of flowers, but somehow, also at his stupid idea.
“hyung, tell him.”
“you’re going to get yourself killed, vernon-ah.” he hears his jihoon hyung deadpan.
“wow.” myungho whispers, rolling his eyes.
“whatever.” vernon moves. “let’s get this over with.”
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it always goes like this whenever vernon watches chan perform on stage: he thinks that the boy is clearly born for it and that its the most beautiful this he’s ever scene—every time, his performances is the most beautiful thing ever. don’t ask him what his favorite, it is some kind of torture for him.
overreacting . myungho once commented with a smile on his lips. no, just deep in love . jihoon answered him with a fond eyeroll.
this is the most beautiful performance chan has ever did . he thinks as he watches chan dance so elegantly on the stage. the thing is, its one of the things that made him fall for his best friend—chan’s passion for performing. he’s been seeing chan perform for years, and vernon knows that he has this lovestruck look on his face. only now, he doesn’t try to hide it anymore now that they are together.
the stage ends and it was time for the performers to bow, when it was chan’s turn, vernon stood up, whistling and shouting chan’s name from the top of his lungs. chan’s eyes find his, earning a giggle from the boy as he waves his hands.
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“are you sure you’ll be okay?” the worry is evident in myungho’s eyes and somehow, it makes vernon smile, because as if he didn’t nag at him earlier because of this.
“i’m sure, hyung. just get him here fast before i die.” he answers, earning a laugh from the older boy.
“okay, i’ll be quick.”
myungho hands him the bouquet, and instantly vernon can feel it. there’s an itch in his nostrils, and vernon closes his eyes as face contorts, he sneezes. “oh, no.” he manages to say before he’s thrown into a sneezing fit.
he thanks every god he could think of for this part of the hall with no people. it feels endless—the sneezes. still, he tries his best to save the flowers.
he tries to wipe his nose with his arm sleeves, tears forming in his eyes. but even with the blurry vision, he doesn’t miss the silhouette of a boy running towards him. pink hair, he registers, making him smile.
he tries to regain his composure, red nose and teary eyes, he hands the bouquet out, arms stretched with a smile on his face, and vernon thinks that he must look silly. “congrats, chan—“
the bouquet is yanked from his hands, and vernon come back into sneezing again, chan backs away a little before setting them down carefully on the ground.
he hurries to vernon, “drink this.” chan shoves him a little pill, which vernon took without hesitation, followed by a bottle of water. vernon took it fast which made him cough a little, chan’s hand combing his back softly.
“hi.” he manages after a while, looking up at chan, the boy’s eyebrows are knitted in concern.
“are you crazy?” the boy asked. “you could have died.”
vernon stands, looking at chan, he tucks the boy’s hair behind his ears, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “that’s what myungho and jihoon hyung said.” he answers softly.
chan rolls his eyes. “you’re so fucking stupid, hyung.” in sync, they move to be in each other’s arms, chan’s arms wrapping around vernon’s neck, and vernon’s wrapping his around chan’s waist. “i hurried when i saw myungho hyung, then he said you had flowers and i ran as fast as i could, i didn’t even hear where he said you were, luckily, i know exactly where you are.” chan sighs contentedly, like he’s somewhere where he wants to be, and it makes vernon feel.
“thank you for coming, hyung.” he feels chan tighten his embrace, vernon does the same.
“you know i wouldn’t miss it for the world.” he whispers, kissing chan’s cheeks.
“i know.” chan moves so he can cup vernon’s face. “thank you for the tulips, i love them so much, but please don’t do it again, your reaction could have been worse, and you know its already enough for me that you’re here.”
vernon leans in to chan’s touch, closing his eyes, he cranes his head to kiss chan’s palm. “yeah , i know, i just—” he opens his eyes, meeting chan’s. “i just wanted to, to tell you i love you.”
chan’s eyes soften. “i already know that, darling, and i love you, too, so, i need you to stay alive.” they both laugh at chan’s remark. “so, no more flowers, okay? or anything to trigger your allergies.”
vernon smirks. “you literally tried to feed me peanuts once.”
chan smacks his chest lightly. “that was literally an accident, i forgot, and besides, i was trying to flirt with you.” they laughed more.
vernon abruptly stops, smiling so wide, his cheeks almost hurt. “i love you.” he whispers to chan, like a secret that only the boy should hear.
chan mirrors his expression, “and i, you, darling.” the boy whispers as well, giggling before pulling vernon to a kiss.