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sion x sakuya.
717 words.
walking through a quiet hallway in his apartment, sion stretched his arms up in the air with a lazy grunt. he unzipped his black leather jacket before keying in the password to his studio, immediately heading inside after the familiar beeping sound.
“tadaima,”
shutting the door behind him, he kicked his shoes off with what seemed like a mischievous grin. the brunette took off his leather jacket, leaving only the worn black tank that fit his toned body, so perfectly that it almost became his second skin.
“sa~ku-chan,”
sion called out with a sweet tone, almost singing it. his one free hand took out the phone from his pocket - his jaws dropping slightly to let out a gasp, almost comical as he scrolled through the notifications bar.
[ 3 unread messages, 9 missed calls ]
sa-chan 🩷: hyung
sa-chan 🩷: the bakery is closing early today
sa-chan 🩷: [ picture attachment ] i saw the notice on their instagram story
[ from sa-chan 🩷 - last seen 10 minutes ago ]
he sighed quietly.
“where is my okaeri?”
“i know you aren’t asleep,”
“saku.”
“… okaeri.”
the boy, who’s been hiding under the sheets finally answered, slowly sitting up on the bed. sion took a deep breath, the adorable sight of his sakuya relieved a knot in his throat that held him back from explaining himself.
“i’m really sorry, saku, i had to drop those guys off to the closest train station first.. we were in rush to catch the last train,”
it’s not his fault that wonbin and sohee never really stopped talking throughout their ride, and he was too busy juggling between entertaining them and driving, that he didn’t even had the chance to check his phone. it wasn’t even helping that sungchan’s birthday party was too damn loud, that he found out that the signal wasn’t too good in that building, that his phone only started buzzing after he left the place.
in the end, sion dropped the bag that he’s been holding in his hand on the dining table. full of mini croissants, straight from sakuya’s new favorite bakery that’s been trending all over social media.
“saku?”
sakuya didn’t answer. he only dragged his pale feet towards the table, warmly wrapped in a pair of pink furry slippers. the younger skimmed over the familiar paper bag, taking a look out of all the croissants. each of his favorite flavors, even the popular ones that they weren’t able to get their hands on in their last visit. all the foreign french words that sion remembered by heart, after what felt like his 11th visit this year.
sakuya mouthed a soft ‘arigatou’, still avoiding sion’s dejected gaze.
how could someone still be so lovely even when he’s holding back his anger, sion wondered.
“what day is today?”
“…what?”
“i said, what day is today,”
“friday?”
sakuya shot a deathly glare up towards the older through his long lashes, didn’t seem too happy with the answer. however, it’s the exact reaction that sion was aiming for, so he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around sakuya’s thin arms, pulling him into his tight embrace.
“ah, too cute!”
sakuya didn’t think so.
he squirmed in an instant, as tears starting to form around the corners of his round panda-like eyes when he tried to push sion off. “let go.” he sternly stated. in his head, he wasn’t about to forgive sion today. not after what he’s done; ignoring him almost the entire night while he was out with the other guys he barely even knew, making him feel invisible and unheard.
sion moved swift enough to grasp onto both his young lover’s clenched fists, eliminating his chance to either run away - or smack his annoying ass.
like a fool, sakuya’s heart slowly melted as he heard the older’s laughter, who’s relishing in another successful childish prank.
“sorry, i’m so sorry - please look at me just once, baby..”
the boy in leopard hooded pajamas bit down his plump lower lip, and blinked as something that looked a butterfly shaped pendant dangled in front of his eyes. the pink little gems glistened between them, even under the dimmed light of their cramped living room.
their eyes finally met, locked in warmth that slowly seeped inside both of their chests.
“happy 300th days anniversary, sakuya.”