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The July air feels a bit cool for Wonwoo’s liking. It’s summer , he thinks, and it's supposed to be warm .
“It's time, Wonwoo-yah.” the voice startles him. He turns around to see his father peeking from the doors to the garden. He smiles before moving to go inside their house.
A series of mismatched tones singing happy birthday greets him, lights dim and only the candles from the cake held by his mother illuminates his surroundings. He whispers a bunch of ‘thank you’s, trying his best to see everyone. He closes eyes and doesn't really wish for anything. He’s got everything, he thinks. He blows the candle.
-
Wonwoo savours the cool wind, the party has died down ever since the cake ceremony for him, most of his friends already left, only a few that need to rest are still there. He takes out a pack of cigarettes, but even before he could get one, he hears someone clear their throat behind him.
“Did you enjoy your birthday, son?” his father settles beside him, patting his back.
He puts the pack in his pockets, smiling at his father. “Of course.”
There’s a pregnant pause before his father faces him, and Wonwoo knows by the look in his eyes that there’s something coming.
“Listen,” his father starts. “I need something from you, son.” Wonwoo just nods, urging his father to go on. “This thing will strengthen our foothold for the future.”
Ah . Wonwoo thought. He knows where this is going.
“It's not that it's weak.” his father continues. “It's just that, this will make it more secure, and it’s stated that you can get a divorce after one year.”
“Okay.” he feels his father light up, a bright smile adorning the man’s face.
“Thank you, son.” he earns another pat on his back. “The groom is someone you like, for sure.” Wonwoo doesn’t know what it means, nor does he dwell on it.
-
Wonwoo doesn’t really have a strong opinion on arranged marriage per se, he always knew that the time would come that he might need to do it for their family business, even when his parents let him do anything he wants. His parents didn’t really ask much from him, so he isn't that against all this .
He feels the weight of his necktie, he doesn’t even know what he is nervous for. First impression? Wonwoo thinks that it's a bit too late to worry about first impressions when it's already been decided that he’s going to marry the man he’s meeting.
His mom startles him to his senses when she holds his hand. He looks at his mother, concern written on her face and Wonwoo tries to ease her by patting her hand.
“Wonwoo-ya, you know you can say no, right?” he smiles.
“I know,” he answers. “But, let’s meet them first.”
There’s a high pitched squeal that makes them both jump in surprise, before Wonwoo knows it, his mother is also squealing. Standing up from her seat to greet the newcomers with a hug and kiss on the cheeks. Wonwoo scans the people who entered the private room, two people who are probably the same age as his parents, exchanging greetings with them… is that it? He cranes his head, trying to see past everyone until he spots another head, black hair, until the boy’s parents are introducing him to his own.
Lee Chan.
That’s the name his father gave him, there’s something familiar about him, but Wonwoo can't seem to point out what it is.
Finally, everyone settles down, Lee Chan sits across from Wonwoo, the boy giving him a wide smile, like he’s trying to say something to him. Wonwoo doesn’t register anything except the fact that the boy has a beautiful smile, the way his lips curl.
The conversation starts. They both agree.
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The church is majestic which Wonwoo thought was unnecessary, but of course, it kind of is since there will be a lot of people coming to witness the merging of two powerful business corporations.
“Having cold feet?” Wonwoo turns around to find his best friend, and best man, Soonyoung, smiling at him.
He gives him a tight hug, “Not really.”
Soonyoung hums, breaking the hug to scan the surroundings. “It is a beautiful church. Hard not to stay. Also, a beautiful groom.” Soonyoung smirks at him knowingly.
Wonwoo laughs, “Whatever, man. Let's just get this over with.”
-
Everyone was in awe from the second Lee Chan walked in, with his beautifully styled black hair, smile, and wedding suit. Wonwoo isn’t sure if it’s all for show, how he can smile so convincingly, like it’s the happiest day of his life.
He’s sure that everyone just fell on their knees when Lee Chan recited his vows, promising to be a good companion, a better friend, and be the best husband. It kind of puts Wonwoo’s vows to shame, only five sentences long, he isn’t even sure what he’s saying, but Lee Chan still looked so fond of him and it makes Wonwoo gulp.
He feels lost in Lee Chan’s eyes as the boy says ‘I do’. They kiss. Everyone cheered.
-
“I’ve always wanted a June wedding.” they’re standing outside where the reception is being held, Chan breaks the silence between them.
“Oh.” Wonwoo doesn’t really know how to answer. “I’m sorry.”
Chan giggles. “No worries, dear husband. I like this August wedding just the same.” weird . Wonwoo thinks, being called ‘husband’, even weirder that Chan is somehow so okay with this.
“You really don’t remember, huh?” Wonwoo doesn’t quite understand.
“I’m sorry?” he answers. There’s something sad about the smile that Chan gives him before the boy reaches for his hand, squeezing it, as if to say that ‘ it's okay ’ before the doors open and they are greeted with loud cheers and applause.
-
It’s been a month. They’ve been staying at this property that Chan bought.
(“Are you sure this is okay?” They stand outside the house while the movers carry their furniture inside.
Chan just nods at him. It's a property that Chan bought after he gained enough from this part-time job he has and from his allowance. Wonwoo didn’t know how Chan did it, but the boy said he’s been eyeing it since he was in his senior high school, and he bought it before his last year in college. It's just the right distance between Wonwoo’s office and Chan’s university.
“I don’t want to intrude.” Chan laughs at Wonwoo.
The boy pats his face gently. “No worries, dear husband. It’s okay. Let’s go inside.”)
Wonwoo isn’t really sure on what to expect about Chan except that Chan is twenty-two and that Wonwoo has been that age once, but it's been so easy so far. Chan has been so caring towards him. Chan cooks them meals every time he can, which is a great upgrade from Wonwoo’s usual deliveries and take-outs. He even prepares breakfast even if his class doesn’t start until 10 am and Wonwoo needs to leave at 8 am, and even when Chan’s class is at 7 am, he never forgets to make some for Wonwoo.
Wonwoo thinks it’s gonna be easy. A year will fly by so fast.
-
There is a faint knock in Wonwoo’s home office, the door opens right after. He looks up to see Chan peeking from the door. Wonwoo motions for him to come in.
“Here’s your tea, hyung.” Chan comes in, cup in hand. It’s another thing Chan does for him, it's surprised Wonwoo that Chan seems to know what he likes, while he doesn’t seem to know anything about the boy except from the things he shares from when they can talk during meals.
Wonwoo mutters a soft thanks before going back to what he's doing, but Chan lingers, making Wonwoo look up at him again with raised eyebrows.
Chan gives him a sheepish smile, scratching his nape, looking everywhere but at Wonwoo. “Hyung,” the boy starts, “Well, you know this dance studio that I work part-time at, right? The kids I teach are going to perform, and I’d really love it if you can come.” Chan slides a ticket to Wonwoo’s direction. “It will be held at the end of the month by the way.” There’s a sheepish smile adorning Chan’s face when Wonwoo looks up at him, still avoiding having to look at Wonwoo.
Cute . Wonwoo thinks, before shaking the thought from his head and looking at the small calendar on his table. October thirty-first is circled in red ink.
“Chan-ah.” Wonwoo starts, and Chan looks at him expectantly that Wonwoo almost doesn’t want to say anything. “I’m sorry, but I have a meeting on that day.”
Chan’s smile falls, Wonwoo catches it before it’s back to its usual brightness that he almost always has when talking to Wonwoo. “It’s okay, hyung. No worries. It’s not your fault.”
Wonwoo could only nod. “I can send Soonyoung, so the ticket won’t be wasted.” He tries.
“Sure, hyung. I’ll get to bed now, don’t stay up too late, okay?” Chan says, a bright smile never faltering as he walks towards the door.
“Chan?” Stupid. Wonwoo thought. He doesn’t even know what to say. Chan hums in response.
“Goodnight.” He manages, and Chan’s smile gets even brighter if that’s even possible.
“Yeah, hyung. Goodnight.”
-
“You don’t remember him.'' The shock is evident on Soonyoung's face. Wonwoo looks at him confused.
“What?” Wonwoo asked. Chewing on his lunch. It’s homemade kimbap and a bunch of side dishes that Chan prepares. He’s eating at his office with Soonyoung.
“Chan.” Wonwoo’s eyebrows become knitted, he’s really confused now, he doesn;t get it, but somehow, everything’s making him nervous. Soonyoung sighs. “Dino?”
Wonwoo thinks of the bright sun during summertime and refreshing lemonades, then it clicks. “You know,” Soonyoung starts. “I was surprised when you told me whom you were marrying, considering it was Chan. He used to follow you around a lot, do you remember? I think he used to even—” everything tunes out.
Suddenly, Wonwoo’s chest feels tight.
-
Somehow, the night feels colder today as Wonwoo sits impatiently in their living room. He watches the clock tick to 10PM before checking his phone once again for the nth time since seven.
He lets out a sigh when he hears a car stop up front, he’s lost count of how many did since he decided to wait, then relief washes over him when he hears a familiar laugh.
He hurries to the door, opening it to be greeted by the sight of Chan laughing and suddenly, Wonwoo’s chest feels tight. He doesn’t register Chan’s company right away, the man telling Chan something that kept the boy’s smile on his face as he leans to laugh again. Something settles in Wonwoo’s chest, and he didn't even have the time to think about it more when Chan saw him, face brightening even more when their eyes met, and just like that, its like nothing matters anymore to Wonwoo except for Chan.
Chan hurriedly bid his goodbye to his company, giving the boy a hug, Wonwoo tastes something in his tongue, along with the thought of what would that genuine hug feel like from Chan, then Chan is already in front of him, smiling.
“Hyung,” there’s this tone that Chan has when addressing him, and it makes Wonwoo’s stomach do flips. “What are you doing here? You’re gonna catch a cold!”
Waiting for you . Wonwoo gulps, “I thought it was the food delivery.” Not a total lie, not the entire truth either.
Chan nods, “Practice ran late, he shares, then I ate out with Vernon-hyung.”
“The boy?” Chan nods again. “Oh.” Huh. Wonwoo just stares at Chan’s smiling face.
“Would you like to eat with me?” Stupid. Stupid. Wonwoo fights the urge to cringe.
Chan laughs. “Sure, hyung.”
-
“I call it allowance since that’s what you call it, right? It can’t be a salary since I'm not working for my parents’ company.” Chan gulps down his Sprite.
“They didn’t require you to?” Wonwoo asks. It’s one of those times when they eat together and talk about anything. Chan shares about his family. Wonwoo asks questions. It's a good way to make time pass.
“Not really. They want me to forge my own path and all that. I guess this is just something that they really needed me to do. It's okay, I’m okay with this. With you.”
The smile feels real.
Wonwoo doesn’t answer.
-
Wonwoo’s phone chimed.
From. Aa.Soonyoung
he says thank you for the flowers.
you should have been here you know
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Wonwoo smiles at the picture, Chan smiling to the camera, his eyes shaped into crescents. Then, there’s Chan looking fondly at the bouquet of tulips and roses. His phone chimed again.
From. .Aa_Chan
thank you for the flowers, hyunggg!!
wish u were here!!
To. .Aa_Chan
Glad you liked them.
Next time. I promise.
Wonwoo’s chest feels tight, a smile forming on his lips. He goes back to his conversation with Soonyoung, presses the save button and locks his phone.
-
"Do you believe in fate, hyung?” Chan slurs, eyes drooping as they sit outside their house.
Wonwoo looks at Chan, looking at him with those eyes—always fond, like he has known for a long time, waited for this for a long time—like waiting for Wonwoo to remember.
‘You really don’t remember, huh?’ he heard. I do, Chan. I remember.
Chan laughs, eyes averting to the sky. There are fireworks.
“Happy birthday, Chan-ah.”
Chan hums. “Thank you, hyung.”
-
“So, when are you gonna tell Dino that you remember him?” Wonwoo groans.
“Is it even okay for him that you call him that?”
Soonyoung laughs. “Yes.”
“I don't get it, Soonyoung, why can't he just tell me about it.”
Soonyoung makes a disapproving face, Wonwoo grunts. “What?”
Soonyoung rolls his eyes. “As far as i can remember, Wonwoo-yah, he confessed his big-ass admiration for you the day before you left and didn’t even get a response, and how old was he then? Fourteen. Of course he’ll be embarrassed.”
Wonwoo sighs. Not quite ready to admit that his best friend has a point. “Well maybe if he didn’t run away, I would have confessed too” he grumbles,
Soonyoung whines, slapping Wonwoo’s arm as the latter tries to shield himself. “Even so, it wouldn’t change the fact that you were both still young and that you were leaving. You even forgot him for god’s sake. Of course he’ll be more embarrassed, Wonwoo!” Soonyoung almost screams.
Right. Wonwoo couldn’t believe it either, but in between adjusting to a foreign country and trying to cope up with studying to be a top student, he was bound to forget thighs from his youth—even the one he cherished most. Hell, he didn’t even recognise Soonyoung the first time they met.
Wonwoo sighs, and Soonyoung softens. “Just fix this, Wonwoo-yah, okay? Before it's too late.”
-
It's like Wonwoo has seen this before, Chan peeking from the door, nursing a small cup in his hand. Wonwoo smiles as he motions for Chan to come in.
Chan lingers.
“Chan?” Wonwoo asks, trying not to sound as fond as he feels.
“Hyung,” the tone makes Wonwoo smile wider. “Well, uhm, you know,” Chan stutters, and Wonwoo hopes his expression conveys that Chan can continue what he’s saying, whatever it is, Wonwoo will listen.
“Our final performance showcase is on March thirtieth, I hope you can come?” Wonwoo looks at the red circle on his calendar, he looks up at Chan and smiles.
“Okay, Chan-ah, I’ll be there.” Chan visibly brightens, he slides the ticket to Wonwoo.
“Thank you, hyung. I’ll see you there, okay?” Chan says, walking backwards to the door. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?” he says before facing the door.
“Chan?” Wonwoo calls, and Chan, immediately, faces him, still smiling as he hums.
“Good night.”
“Good night, hyung.”
-
The thing is, Wonwoo has never had a hard time admitting what he is feeling to himself. He loves video games, he hates seafoods. It’s the talking about it that makes him squirm—wanting to ask for another round of mario kart, saying ‘no’ to when being offered tuna samgak kimbap. Wonwoo also believes in fate. Red strings and all that.
He watches as Chan dances magnificently across the stage, twirling elegantly, landing softly. Wonwoo watches in awe, like a kid discovering bubbles for the first time. Iridescent hues surrounding the stage, making it seem like Chan is an angel sent from the heavens.
He could write poems about how Chan makes him. How he makes him feel. How he made him feel—that even after all these years, the feeling that he buried and stored at the deepest parts of his heart seemed to resurface ten fold, more intense, hunting him, bursting at the seams.
Wonwoo could scream.
But here’s the thing, it’s the talking about it that makes him squirm. He doesn’t get why either—maybe it's because he fears rejection, because what if the Chan eight years ago doesn't feel the same way anymore? Wonwoo doesn't know how to take it.
Chan runs fast up to him, as bright as the sun during summer.
“Hyung, you came.” The tone makes Wonwoo smile wider.
“Of course, Chan.” he whispers, like a secret only meant for Chan.
For you, always. His heart whispers.
Wonwoo has never had a hard time admitting what he feels to himself, sometimes though, he’s just not very good with signs .
-
Wonwoo loves summer. He loves the sun—loves feeling it caressing his face. He’s also born in summer so maybe that’s a factor, too.
Another year for him and he’s grateful for a lot since his last one. His family and friends are gathered now in his family home, waiting for the clock to strike midnight for his birthday song and cake. He cranes his neck, looking for a specific blonde haired boy with the laugh that can light up the room.
“So,” he looks at Soonyoung who’s sneaking by his side, holding a glass of wine. “Have you told him yet?”
He gives Soonyoung a tight lipped smile. Soonyoung lets out an exasperated sigh. “Wonwoo—”
The lights turn off, a chorus of the birthday song starts as the people part to make way for Chan, always smiling at Wonwoo—and he can’t seem to put his finger on it, but there’s something about Chan’s smile that makes Wonwoo squirm—holding a cake.
The song stops. “Make a wish, hyung.” Wonwoo looks directly at Chan’s eyes before closing them and clasping his hands together.
Wonwoo wishes that for the next years to come, the sun can continue caressing his face even when it isn’t summertime.
-
Wonwoo sits outside to breathe, the party hasn’t died down and to be honest, his social battery is running low. He feels a presence beside him. “Hello, hyung.” he doesn’t mind a bit.
“Chan.” the boy smiles up to him.
“Here.” Chan hands him a small paper bag, and Wonwoo moves to open it, but Chan stops him “Later, hyung, open it later.” there’s that smile again. Chan sighs, reaching for his hands, and Wonwoo feels like even if the world ends today, it will be okay as long as Chan is holding on to him. “I don't know what you wished for, but I hope that whatever it is, it comes true, hyung. I hope you can be happy in the future.”
The words feel heavy, like the future he’s talking about doesn’t include him anymore, when Wonwoo blew the candle wishing for the opposite, and when Wonwoo looks into Chan's eyes, its as if almost instantly, Wonwoo feels like the world will end and he takes back being okay with it when he’s met with glassy ones.
“Chan.” he whispers, he feels Chan squeeze his hands before looking away.
Chan laughs dryly. “You shouldn’t really stay up late whether it's for work or just playing video games, okay, hyung? And don’t ever forget to eat your breakfast, don’t rely on brunches too much, breakfasts are better.”
Wonwoo doesn’t understand why Chan’s saying all these. “Chan—”
“Wonwoo!” he feels his mom tug him, “Come with. Let me borrow him for a while, Channie, I need him to greet someone.”
Wonwoo saw Chan trying to wipe his eyes before facing them with a bright smile, Wonwoo's heart clenched. “It's okay, mom. Sure.”
“Chan.” his mom tugs him. “Wait for me, okay?” he says, Chan gives him a warm smile. It doesn't reach his eyes.
“Happy birthday, dear husband.” he hears before he’s being dragged inside.
-
It feels like Wonwoo is going crazy, after being hauled by his mom to greet different people, he looks for Chan, but he can’t seem to find him, clutching at the paper bag for dear life. He saw what was inside, a watch and a neatly folded paper that he’s scared to open.
He goes into the study, heart racing and cold sweat running down his neck, he can’t seem to breathe properly, trying to loosen his tie before finding purchase at the table.
The door opens, and relief floods him when he sees Soonyoung. “They are looking for you down stairs, you know.” the boy comes in, closing the doors behind him. “Are you okay?”
Wonwoo looks up at Soonyoung. “I think,” he stutters. “I think that Chan wants a divorce.”
Soonyoung looks at him incredulously. “That’s impossible, Wonwoo.”
He raises an eyebrow at Soonyoung. “How do you know that?”
Soonyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes, and Wonwoo stops himself from kicking his best friend out. “Just believe me, okay?”
Wonwoo whines, “Then why did he tell me those things earlier? Telling me stuff like he won’t be with me in the future anymore, like he’s leaving me.” he says, voice cracking, almost crying. “He even has this letter in this gift that he gave me that i am scared to read.”
Soonyoung looks at him like he knows something, slowly approaching Wonwoo, “I think you should read the letter, Wonwoo. Right now. Right away.” he says, patting Wonwoo’s shoulder before exiting.
Wonwoo tries to compose himself after he’s sure that Soonyoung left, shaky hands reaching for the piece of paper, taking a deep breath before opening it.
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To: Wonwoo-hyung
Hyungggg hello! Happy happy birthday! I dont really know if you remember me but, its me, Dino!! You know… that fourteen year old boy who confessed his love for you before you left? Hahahaha I actually knew you were leaving, hyung. That was why I confessed. I didn't wait for anything since I knew you would reject me so… yeah. I guess it was also a way for me to move on but… i don't know. When I learned that I was bound to you a year ago, even when I already decided that I will do this no matter what, my heart was at ease knowing it was you. I guess I never really moved on from you, hyung. When I saw you that day, it felt like my heart would jump right out of my chest, and actually, it felt like it did and it went towards you.
Hahahaha what I’m trying to say is you have my heart, hyung. It is kinda sad that you don't remember me, though. But I did promise myself that if you won’t remember me or at least feel something when a year passes, I will let you go. I think it's the least I can do for you, hyung. I really, really want you to be the happiest in this world. I also hope that you were happy with me, at least.
I hope I was a good companion, a better friend, and the best husband for you!!!!
I love you, dearest husband.
Forever yours,
Jeon Chan
-
Wonwoo didn't notice how he was already kneeling, he clutches the paper in his chest as he silently cries. The words from the letter are engraved in his chest making it feel so full yet empty at the same time.
“Soonyoung.” he wails, being able to register that the boy must have known something, the door opens, confirming his suspicions, like he knows Wonwoo would end up like this. Soonyoung stands before him, not knowing what to do as it is the first time he is seeing Wonwoo like this.
Wonwoo gulps, “He thinks,” he wails, “He thinks that I’m leaving him.”
Soonyoung gives him a pitiful glance, ‘fix this before its too late, wonwoo-yah.’ Wonwoo recalls.
He stands up, doing his best as Soonyoung tries to assist him. “I need to find him.”
“You drank a bit, Wonwoo.” Soonyoung argues.
He looks at Soonyoung, “Please.” he pleads, and the boy could only give him a sigh.
“I’ll get Mingyu.”
-
The car stops at the front of their house, and Wonwoo feels sober enough as he cried half the time they drove here. “You can leave me here.”
Mingyu gives him a worried glance through the rearview mirror, “Are you sure, hyung?”
Soonyoung looks at him from the passenger seat, “I know he’s here.” he says assuringly.
Soonyoung just smiles at him. “Call me when you need us.”
-
Wonwoo believes in fate. He thinks that fate is ending up with Chan even after all these years.
He runs from the moment he steps out of the car to Chan’s room. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing at the hallway—holding the doorknob, making no move to open the door—it feels like it's been an eternity or five minutes, he’s not sure, he doesn;t want to think about it—how eternal sunshine or endless darkness can be waiting at the other side.
He breathes deeply, thinking of his birthday wish before turning the doorknob, door opening and the light from the hallway seeps through the room as he searches desperately. He notices the luggages first, then the duvet shaped home, and Wonwoo feels his breath hitch and his knees weaken.
He honestly thought that he can’t cry anymore, but the relief feels like a sunbeam on a cold winter morning. He lets out broken sob, dragging himself to the bed as he clutches on the piece of paper in his right hand.
Chan sits up just in time as Wonwoo is going on the bed, barely scratching his eyes awake when Wonwoo crawls to hug Chan.
“Hyung?” Chan calls, voice hoarse and worried. “What is it? Why are you crying? Did something happen?” Chan asks, fully awake now once he realised that Wonwoo is crying, caressing Wonwoo’s back, and it makes the latter sob more.
“Hyung?” Chan tries again, “You’re making me worried.” Wonwoo tightens his hug even when he can barely breathe, too afraid to loosen his hold. Chan reaches for his arms to break the hug, scaring Wonwoo even more. He wails. “Hey, hyung. I just need you to sit properly and look at me, please? You’re making me worried. Why are you crying this much? You can barely breathe.”
Wonwoo shakes his head, not caring if his glasses are already sliding off, trying to hold on to Chan as the boy laughs breathlessly, going back to caressing Wonwoo’s back. “It's okay, it's okay, hyung, I’m here.” and somehow, it makes Wonwoo cry more. “Can’t you tell me what’s wrong, at least?”
Wonwoo tries to calm himself, being in Chan hold as the boy hums some tunes helps, He sits properly without breaking the hug, face still hiding in Chan’s neck, almost feeling sorry that the boy’s sleep shirt is soaked in his tears, but he couldn’t care less at this point, not really, when Chan believes that he wants to leave. He inhales deeply, giving Chan a tight squeeze before breaking the hug, but reaching for Chan’s hand in his, the paper in between their hands. Wonwoo doesn’t look up, scared at what Chan’s face conveys, because if it is something that has even a hint of letting go, Wonwoo would sob again.
“Hyung—'' Chan starts and Wonwoo cuts him off, screwing his eyes shut.
“Please don’t leave me.” he heaves out. “Please don’t ask me to leave you. I remember you, Chan-ah. Please. Please don’t ever think about it that way, I don’t—I really do remember. Please.” he begs, hands squeezing Chan’s hand.
His heart drops when Chan slips his hand away from his hold, then he feels everything falls back into place when Chan cups his face, willing him to look up at him, wiping Wonwoo’s tear-stained cheeks as some fall from the boy’s eye.
“Oh, hyung.” Chan says softly, giggling between tears. Wonwoo mirrors him, grasping Chan’s hand as he leans into the touch, kissing Chan’s palm.
-
They lay facing each other, holding each other’s hands as they try to drift off to sleep. The moonlight that slips through nuzzles Chan’s face perfectly, and Wonwoo swears he’s never seen someone so breathtaking.
Chan stirs, “Don’t stay up too late, hyung.” he whispers, placing a kiss on Wonwoo’s knuckles, squeezing it good night.
Wonwoo moves to kiss Chan’s cheeks, eye closing as he tries to memorise Chan’s face under the moonlight. He sighs, even if can’t, he can do it tomorrow, after he tries to do it when Chan’s under the light of July’s summer sun.
-
Wonwoo feels the warmth of the sun hugging him first, then as Chan knows him well enough to know that Wonwoo would panic once he wakes up with him gone, Wonwoo smells garlic and kimchi in the air, signifying that the boy is just in the kitchen, still, Wonwoo makes a beeline to where Chan is.
He stops once he sees Chan’s back, focused on what he;s preparing. Wonwoo waits for Chan to turn around, heart melting as soon as he does.
“Hyung! I was just about to get you.” Wonwoo speedwalks to Chan, hugging him once he reaches the boy. His chin resting on Chan’s shoulder as the younger hugs him back.
“I don’t have a ring, Chan-ah.” he announces before breaking the hug, still clinging on Chan’s waist as he does.
Chan looks up at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” he asks, giggling.
Wonwoo thinks, then he kneels.
“Hyung?”
Wonwoo takes Chan’s hands in his, “Chan,” he starts. “I think I have a lot to make up for, but can I start with giving you a June wedding?”
Chan’s eyes turn glossy instantly, Wonwoo's sure that his are the same. Chan pulls him back up for a hug. “Yes.” he sighs out. “Dearest husband, yes.” Chan repeats.
“Jeon Chan.” he breathes in Chan’s scent and melts into his warmth. “Never let me go.” he pleads.
“Never.” Chan answers.