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Sieun had finished studying a few hours ago, but it was only now that he felt like cleaning up his workspace a little. He was getting annoyed with all the scrapped papers scattered across his desk. He grabbed some of his books and decorations from his desk and bent down to place them on the floor. Just as he was getting ready to stand, his phone buzzed. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, reaching into his pocket to grab it.
As he stood up, he tapped his screen open, and the chat icon lit up. His heart skipped a beat, and the annoyance from earlier faded the second he saw who it was from.
It was suho.
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7:30 pm
(Suho): baby, don’t fall asleep I’m coming over.
(Suho) if it’s okay?
Sieun bit his lip as he read the text. He was nervous. Not because Suho was coming over. He already had,
plenty of times before.
The thing is, Suho was coming over now, and the only difference this time was that they were officially dating. They had been for a few days now.
And ever since, Sieun had been incredibly awkward about it.
The whole dating thing.
It wasn’t because he was suddenly regretting it, but because he genuinely didn’t know how to act around Suho. Now that they were together.
It didn’t help his case that, to Sieun, Suho was incredibly attractive—annoyingly so.
For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even hold eye contact now without turning into a flushed mess. And it was all because of Suho’s stupid face.
As if that wasn’t enough, Suho was also clingy. The suffocating kind of clingy, which only ever made Sieun ten times more bashful.
It wasn’t exactly new to sieun, to be fair — Suho had always been clingy from the start of their friendship. But it was obvious he’d gotten clingier once they got together. Therefore whenever Suho got affectionate, Sieun would just… black out.
Not literally.
But he’d stiffen.
He always looked awkward and timid whenever Suho initiated physical touch, but in reality, he was just trying to regulate himself — trying to think of what to say next or where to even put his hand. all this was new to him.
The pet names, the sudden affection, all of it was new.
It was almost overwhelming.
Yet, he didn’t hate it.
.
He sighed deeply before replying. One night or two with a clingy Suho wouldn’t hurt anybody.
Would it?
(Sieun): yeah, it’s okay. I was just getting ready to clean up anyways.
(Sieun): just text me when you get here.
He closed his phone, not really expecting a response back. But he didn’t shove it into his pocket either. He just kind of stood there with it, in the middle of his room, staring.
Never in a million years did he think he’d be nervous about Suho coming over. But Suho just had this way of making him feel things he’d never felt before.
But it was justifiable to feel that way, right? After all, this was his first relationship.
Sieun’s phone lit up once again, and it was seriously embarrassing how quickly he unlocked it. His breath hitched as he read the message. Pupils dilated. A soft pink capturing his cheeks.
(Suho): Okay, I can't wait to see you. I’ve missed you.
Sieun closed his phone and softly tossed it somewhere on the floor, letting out a groan as he walked toward his bed—letting himself fall face first on it. He kicked his legs, groaning even louder. Not that it mattered. It was all drowned out by the pillow anyway.
Suho was going to be the death of him. But god, did he love that man.
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Sieun eventually stopped moping around and started cleaning his room. Nothing major—mainly disregarding things he didn’t need. He even cleaned up around the living room; it was messy. He wasn’t going to do the dishes just yet, but he grabbed all of the dirty ones, walked them to the sink, and placed them in it.
Knock. knock.
Sieun jumped when he heard the knock at the door—only for a second though, because he knew who it was. He shuffled his hair a bit before speed-walking towards the front door. He unlocked it, and as the door opened, there was Suho standing there with a blank expression—one that didn’t last. The moment his eyes met Sieun’s, his lips curved up and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.
“Hey baby,” Suho breathed as he stepped inside.
Sieun backed up just a little, leaving Suho enough space to come inside. Suho closed the door with the back of his foot and locked it with his hand—all while not breaking eye contact. Then he dropped his duffel bag by his feet.
“Hey.” Sieun finally mutters. dropping his head down to look at suho’s duffel bag all while fumbling with his fingers. He heard Suho chuckle and sieun quickly lifted his head up unsure of what was so funny.
“What’s funny?” Sieun asked, confused. His eyes squinting up at Suho.
“Nothing. It’s just… Why do you look so nervous right now?” Suho asked, lifting an eyebrow. He was still standing in front of the door, determined to figure out why Sieun was acting so not like himself.
What happened to the nonchalant and blunt sieun?
“I don’t know… I just—” Sieun trailed off.
Suho laughed again, then stepped forward, closing the space between them. He reached out and gently tilted Sieun’s chin up, just enough to make him look at him.
Sieun stared back, eyes wide. His lips were full and shockingly hydrated.
He looked ethereal right now.
Suho wouldn’t even be surprised if he had an active boner he didn’t know about. Sieun was just… so pretty.
He’d come to terms with that.
“Are you being shy because of the pet name?” Suho asked, his eyes fixated on Sieun.
Sieun bit his lip. “It’s not because of that.”
“You make me nervous,” he blurted out, breaking eye contact as he leaned into Suho’s chest—hiding his face.
Suho didn’t say anything at first. The only sounds were their synced breathing and Sieun’s heartbeat, which he was sure Suho could hear.
“You’re so cute, Sieun-ah. Don’t be nervous,” Suho whispered, wrapping his arms around him. “Act how you normally would or don’t.”
“I’m crazy about you either way.”
Sieun lifted his head from Suho’s chest, staring at him.
“You are?” he muttered, blushing ever so slightly, a small smile forming on his lips.
Suho smiled back. “Sure I am.”
And that’s all he said before leaning in to place a soft, chaste kiss on Sieun’s lips. Then he backed up to grab his bag, still cheesing.
“What do you want to do tonight?” Suho asked, grinning.
No answer.
“Sieun-ah?” Suho tried again.
Sieun coughed. “Uh… um. We can do whatever. I just want to take a shower first,” he mumbled.
“The remotes on the couch, if you want to watch something.”
Suho gave a thumbs up, making his way into Sieun’s room. “Just going to put this in your room then I’ll be on the couch okay?”
Sieun only nodded, heading to the bathroom. His hand reaching up to touch his lips
Why was it so easy for Suho to just lean in and kiss him like that—like they’d been dating for years?
.
“Suho-yah?” Sieun called out, stepping into the living room, freshly showered.
“I’m right here,” Suho replied, his voice gentle.
Sieun walked closer, just enough so Suho could see him better.
“Did you nee—” Suho began, but stopped himself, his eyes quickly wandering over Sieun’s body from bottom to top, then top to bottom, before finally locking in on Sieun’s bare, exposed thighs.
He wasn’t in his usual sweatpants but just his boxers—tight ones. Hugging all the right places. Suho gulped as he kept staring. Sieun’s thighs were unbearably thick. He felt his face grow hot.
“What are you looking at?” Sieun said, His face scrunched up.
Suho cleared his throat. “Nothing,” he said, ripping his eyes off Sieun’s thighs.
Sieun scoffed and muttered, “Weirdo,” under his breath. No real lace behind his voice whatsoever.
He then shifted toward the couch, quickly blocking the tv view before plopping down next to Suho.
Suho turned his head to look at him. “I missed you,” He said abruptly.
Sieun just nodded. “I miss you too, Suho-yah.”
And by the look on Suho’s face, he looked content. Like that was all he wanted to hear.
After a moment of silence, Suho’s eyes drifted back to Sieun’s thighs. They looked so soft. Now that Sieun was sitting, they somehow looked ten times bigger than when he was standing—and god, did that do something to Suho.
Suho took a deep breath.
“Can I lay my head on your lap?” he asked, voice low. “Just for a while?”
Sieun swore his heart did a full 360 before landing right back in place. His cheeks flushed—again. It was the third time in the span of forty minutes, and Suho wasn’t even trying.
“Yeah, you can,” he muttered, his voice hushed and soft—way gentler than he intended it to sound.
He then blinked, mouth slightly open. “Wait, but I thought we were going to do something?” he asked, eyebrows raising as he spoke.
Suho chuckled, slowly shifting his position on the sofa before softly laying his head on Sieun’s lap. And holy shit—did it feel soft. And warm.
It felt like a blanket. A warm, safe one.
“Let’s make this our activity,” suho said smugly, looking up at Sieun.
Sieun looked down at him, rolling his eyes, “you’re impossible.”
“You love me.” Suho replied, completely unbothered.
Sieun blinked down at him. Then his lips betrayed him—a small smile slipped out.
“I do.”
Suho hummed.
Sieun’s eyes dropped down to Suho’s soft black hair, and his fingers twitched—he wanted to brush through it. So that’s what he did. He lifted his hand and placed it on top of Suho’s head. At first, he didn’t move, just left it there, until he heard Suho’s gentle sigh, his face relaxed, a small smile on his lips.
Sieun stroked Suho’s hair lightly, just testing it out. It was soft, just like he’d guessed. He started twirling a few strands between his fingers, giving light scratches to Suho’s scalp. It was soothing—for both of them. Mid stroke, Suho’s hand reached up to grab Sieun’s wrist.
“Your wrist is so thin. Have you been eating, baby?” Suho asked, holding Sieun’s wrist, inspecting it. He then shifted his head to look up at him. Suho’s hand practically closed around Sieun’s wrist—it was embarrassing.
“Mhm,” Sieun simply responded anyway.
Suho nodded, not pushing it further. “How’s college so far? You doing good?” he asked, gently placing Sieun’s hand back on his hair.
Sieun chuckled at that, but nonetheless kept petting his boyfriend’s hair.
“I mean, it’s okay so far. I’ve been enjoying this class,” Sieun explained, leaning his head against the sofa and looking up at the wall.
“Nothing stressful, really.”
Suho nodded as he listened. “That’s good. I’m glad nothing’s stressing you out.”
“Take it easy, okay, pretty?” Suho breathed out.
Sieun snapped his head down in a swift motion.
“Pretty? What’s this—a pet name marathon?” he teased.
Suho laughed. “So what if it was?”
“You’re so irritating,” Sieun said, letting out a small laugh.
“Yeah, I love you too,” Suho mocked.
Nothing was said after that. Sieun continued to stroke Suho’s hair while he watched the tv, and Suho just lay there comfortably, eyes closed, melting under Sieun’s touch. The tv was only background noise to him. Sieun’s hand in his hair felt too soft, too unreal.
Everything was good. So why did he still feel like he was missing something?
His eyes snapped open the moment he realized.
Suho muttered a quiet “sorry” as he quickly lifted himself from Sieun’s lap. He stood up, reaching into his pocket. Sieun’s eyes followed his every move.
“What's wrong?” Sieun asked, his head tilting to the side, face clouded with confusion. Suho didn’t reply. He just took out a small white box.
“I—I got this for you,” Suho said, his voice suspiciously low. He looked almost… embarrassed.
Sieun’s pupils dilated, his eyes flicking between Suho’s hand and his flushed face.
He leaned back against the couch, resting his hand against his head as he lookimg up at Suho through his lashes.
“What is it?” he asked softly.
“Here. Open it,” Suho said, sitting down next to him and handing over the small white box.
Sieun grabbed the box. It looked even nicer up close. He slowly lifted the lid, feeling Suho’s eyes on him the whole time. When he opened it all the way, his eyes widened. It was a bracelet—a pretty one, to be exact. Silver, with pearls and little bow charms around it. But what really caught his eyes was the heart locket hanging in the middle.
“You bought this for me?” he asked, not even sure why he felt upset—was it joy? His lips pouted as he looked at Suho.
Suho only chuckled. “Of course, baby. Open the locket,” he insisted.
Sieun nodded and opened it, his mouth falling into an O shape, cheeks flushing red. Inside, the locket held a small picture of the two of them, with their initials at the bottom:
S ♡ S.
Sieun didn’t say anything. He just stared at the bracelet. Suho was honestly afraid he didn’t like it. But he was wrong—Sieun finally lifted his head, his eyes glistening, and then full tears slipped out
Suho flinched. “Hey… what’s wrong? Don’t cry. Do you not like it?” he asked.
Sieun shook his head, “No, it’s not that—“ he sniffled.
Suho furrowed his brows and reached out to cup Sieun’s face. “Then what’s wrong? Talk to me, baby,” he said softly, wiping away Sieun’s tear ever so gently—though it was useless, because new ones kept falling.
“I just, I love it so much.” “I should be happy, but I’m crying.” Sieun blabbered.
Suho smiled, shaking his head. “Crybaby.”
Sieun glared at him, slapping Suho’s hands off his face.
“You’re always ruining the mood.”
“I’m just joking, pretty. Hey, come here,” Suho said, tapping his lap.
Sieun stared at him. Then at his lap.
“Actually, first,” Suho said abruptly. He reached for the bracelet, gently grabbing Sieun’s hand and slipping it around his wrist. It fit perfectly. The silver against Sieun’s pale arm looked so pretty. Everything about Sieun was pretty.
“You're now mine forever.” Suho said after.
Sieun sniffled— rolling his eyes. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, and you’re a crybaby,” Suho laughed—and in one motion, he swept Sieun off the couch and into his lap.
Sieun let out a small startled gasp, “Why are you manhandling me?” he asked, his voice annoyed.
Suho scrunched his face. “Don’t act like you hate it,” he said, his voice giggly. He wrapped his hands around Sieun’s neck, his grip light—pulling him into a kiss.
A small sound escaped Sieun’s throat, but nonetheless, he closed his eyes, hooking his arms around Suho’s shoulders and leaned into the kiss.
The kiss wasn’t rough—it was slow and gentle. Suho kissed him softly, and it was overwhelming in the best way.
Suho bit Sieun’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss, his fingers still lightly pressed around Sieun’s neck, a big smile on his face.
Sieun only stared, but the blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed. “Why? Why are you so comfortable already?” he asked.
Suho raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, princess?” he said, removing his hand from Sieun’s neck.
Sieun laid his head on Suho’s shoulder. He licked his lips before speaking.
“I mean, you kiss me and call me pet names so easily.”
“Like we’ve been dating for years… even though we’ve only been together a few days,” Sieun mumbled.
Suho let out a soft “Mh.”
“Well… it comes easy, because that’s just how I am,” he said with a small shrug.
“But it’s also because I’ve been in love with you for way longer than a few days. That plays a part too.”
“Do you want me to stop? Suho asked, his voice serious. Am I moving too fast?”
Sieun lifted his head so fast. “No—! Don’t. I don’t want you to stop.”
Suho laughed loudly. “Okay. Eager much? What happened to that shy act?” he teased.
“I hate you,” Sieun groaned, eyes narrowing—but then softening as he took Suho’s face in his hands, the bracelet gently brushing against Suho’s cheek—tickling him.
“Do you?” Suho challenged, His voice low.
“Unfortunately, no.” Sieun sighed, leaning down and kissing Suho’s lips. “I love you.”
Suho chuckled. “I love you too princess.”
Sieun hummed, dropping his head back down on Suho’s shoulders.
“You sleepy? Ready to go to bed?” Suho asked.
Sieun shook his head, “I just want to stay like this with you for a little.” He whispered.
“Okay,” Suho agreed. Grabbing Sieun’s waist pulling him closer—as if the boy wasn’t already close enough. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Sieun’s neck breathing him in.
“I’ve got you.”
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And if Suho played with Sieun’s bracelet—fiddling with his fingers the entire time, well—that wasn’t anyone’s business.