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“What the fuck are you doing here?” was all Sieun could muster when he opened the door and found Suho standing there.
Talk about annoying.
No — talk about audacity.
He had the audacity to show up when Sieun specifically told him to stay home. There was no reason for him to be here anyways, not after what he did.
But no, there he was.
On his doorstep — At 7 pm. Loud, arms behind his back, and that stupid sheepish smile Sieun definitely didn’t hate, but didn’t exactly welcome. Not now, at least.
Sieun sometimes thought: what if he never said yes to being Suho’s boyfriend? Could he have saved himself from the constant headache and the persistent nagging of loneliness when he was trying to make a point?
Yes, he could’ve.
“Ouch, Sieun-ah — be happy your boyfriend is here to see you,” Suho said in a tone laced with hurt, bringing one hand to grip his heart like he had been personally attacked there.
Sieun rolled his eyes at the dramatic display. This wasn’t new — Suho showing up at his apartment, full of apologies — begging to be forgiven.
Sieun would never admit it, but despite his complaints — Sieun gave in every damn time.
Not exactly his fault he couldn’t stay mad Suho was a sweet talker — a lover boy at heart. He knew exactly where to touch, what to say, and which pet names would dig at Sieun's composure effectively.
Sieun crossed his arms and let out a long sigh. He could already feel a headache kicking in. He was trying, really trying, to find some magical energy to deal with Suho right now — to contribute to his pointed efforts. But, after that god awful shift he had at the emergency room, he just couldn’t find it in him.
He was tired and irritated.
“I’m not doing this with you, Suho.”
A beat.
“I told you not to come,” Sieun said, his face deadpanned. He attempted to push the door closed, to no avail. Suho leaned in and stopped it with his foot.
“Baby, don’t do that,” Suho whispered. “Let me make it up to you.” He paused, eyes scanning over Sieun's unimpressed expression. He sighed, continuing.
“You’ve been mad at me for two days. Let me in,” Suho pleaded.
Two days was right — Sieun was indeed that petty. He wasn't exactly proud of it, but he found it to be necessary.
Sometimes.
He stared at Suho through the crack of the door, hands gripping the doorknob so tightly it might as well have been Suho’s throat.
Honestly, the whole situation felt like a scene straight out of a K-drama.
One in which: the main lead, standing at the door, probably drenched from rain - while pathetically pleading for the love of his life to take him back.
All the scene was missing was dramatic music, and a singular tear rolling down Suho's cheek.
It was ridiculous — but amusing, nonetheless.
Something in Sieun really wanted to laugh. Suho looked like he was unintentionally acting out an eight episode sad romance show or something.
Sieun was just grateful he could keep a straight face.
He pouted, his brows furrowed, face pulling into a deep frown.
He couldn’t soften. Not yet.
If he was going to fold, he might as well vent his leftover frustrations for a bit longer.
“No, I’m too jealous, remember?” Sieun asked rhetorically, glaring at Suho.
He felt a tiny flicker of satisfaction when he heard Suho let out a long breath.
“Sieun-ah, you were staring daggers at her. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Suho said, his voice low and slow.
“Or worse, make her think you might jump her.” He sighed again.
Sieun scoffed — like that was an excuse. Suho told him to close his eyes and told him he hated him.
Okay, maybe not exactly that. But he might as well have.
“You know how I feel about you, how I feel when girls try to flirt with you. Yet, you took her side instead of mine.” Sieun said, his voice cracking just a bit.
“I hate when you get too close to girls,” Sieun mumbled.
Suho took his foot away from the door, letting it slowly creak closed.
Sieun leaned in, peeking through the crack. thinking, Suho had finally given up? Suddenly, he felt a strong push against it. That’s when he realized that Suho was going to force his way in.
“Let me in,” Suho said.
Well, more like demanded. And that alone offended Sieun.
Because how dare he push Sieun’s patience?
“Are you threatening me?” Sieun asked, tone rising slightly. Then, he gritted through his teeth:
"Get out."
Suho sucked his teeth and let out a groan.
Suho thanked God every day for the amount of patience he had — For the sheer amount of patience He gave him.
Dealing with Sieun — his jealousy, his pettiness - felt like a death sentence.
It felt like the kind of pain you experience when your dick hurts because it just keeps getting sucked even after you’ve already nutted.
It was really painful. Both physically and mentally.
Sieun tried pushing the door shut with all his strength. It didn't take long for his stance to drop, indicating surrender.
Suho was stronger than him, and way more persistent.
He wasn’t about to play tug of war with a damn door. He’d rather hang himself than end up slamming his fingers shut trying to out strong Suho.
He let the door slam open — ignoring the time and failing to consider how loud they were being.
Sieun stood stiff, staring at Suho—who, this whole time, had one hand behind his back.
Finally, he let it drop, revealing a small brown bag.
The words taegeukdang bakery etched across the front.
“Suho,” Sieun called out.
Suho let out a muffled “yes?” scratching the back of his neck, eyes shifting to avoid eye contact.
“Are you trying to bribe me with cake?” Sieun asked, narrowing his eyes at him. He tilted his head slightly to get a better look.
Wow.
A new low. trying to bribe him with cake.
Cake that he was definitely going to take.
Suho's eyes snapped back up to meet sieun’s gaze. “How did you know it was cake?” he asked, dumbfounded, glancing down at the bag.
“I smelled the red velvet,” Sieun said, pointing at the bag, his eyebrows lifting.
Oh yeah, Sieun was petty. And he had a sweet tooth.
Suho laughed sheepishly. “You love desserts, don’t y—”
His words died in his lips as soon as he felt Sieun link their hands together, dragging him inside.
“Wait, wait, baby. Let me lock the door,” Suho said, letting go of Sieun’s hand. He shut the door with his foot, locking it with a pinch of his fingers.
Suho turned around, his eyes avoiding Sieun’s for a moment before finally looking back up.
He looked so cute.
But Sieun stubbornly shook his head. He was going to stay mad at Suho for as long as he could — milking it, he might say.
They stared at each other like it was a silent battle. A battle of who would speak first, apologize first (Suho).
Sieun had his arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he looked between Suho and the brown bag he so desperately wanted.
Something sweet, Just what he needed after a long shift at the hospital. Maybe the sugar would leave him high enough to deal with Suho.
Sieun groaned in frustration when Suho just stood there looking like he’d lost a brain cell. Pushing past him, Sieun walked over to the dinner table, pulled out a white chair, then turned back to lock eyes with Suho. He watched as his lips pressed into a thin line, before he set the brown bag on the counter and walked toward him.
Sieun only said, “Sit,” nodding toward the chair signaling for him to take a seat. Suho obliged silently.
He looked up at Sieun, whose eyes were still narrowed in the cutest angry glare. Suho almost never takes him seriously when he gets upset over things like this. If anything, it made him feel giddy and special.
He wouldn’t tell Sieun, but he liked it when Sieun got mad over him “talking” to other girls.
It proved he cared about him. The selfish part of Suho was thrilled at the idea.
Regardless, him “talking” to other girls, at least to Sieun, was really just them coming up to him when they were eating out. Or, him taking orders from customers that happened to be girls.
Jealous Sieun was adorable, but also stressful, nonetheless. Once he got jealous, it was like the end of the world.
He would ignore Suho for days just because he couldn’t handle other people looking at his “man” he’d often say.
It was hilarious coming from Sieun, because high school Sieun wouldn’t have dared. He wouldn’t even bat an eye at that sort of stuff, let alone say things like that. But Sieun’s changed a lot since then. He’s more open about his feelings now, and voices them from time to time. He lets Suho know what upsets him or what he doesn’t like.
Most of all — he’s become possessive. To Suho, that version of Sieun was hard to get used to at first — almost uncanny. But over time, Suho absolutely loved it. He’d sometimes do things just to see that side of Sieun.
He was completely indulging in it.
Suho wouldn’t say he wasn’t possessive over Sieun himself, because that would be a complete lie — but Sieun was way more possessive than he was.
He was clinger, too.
When Suho would call him out on it, he’d simply say, “You’re my boyfriend. Am I not supposed to be?”
Suho would just nod, because he was right. He was, indeed, his boyfriend.
But aside from all of that — Suho thinks the reason Sieun has become this way is because of the coma he was put in. Not that Sieun needs a reason to be clingy; he was more than welcome to be without one — but it was painfully obvious. The way he clung to Suho, the way he got possessive — it all felt like his way of coping. Like he was making sure Suho was really there.
And Suho didn’t mind.
Sieun could be clingy and possessive all he wanted. That was fine with him.
He loved the jealous side of Sieun, but that didn’t erase the fact that he still felt incredibly guilty and stressed while trying to get Sieun to soften after he makes him upset.
“Sieun-ah.”
“Suho.”
Suho felt like choking himself at the “Suho,” No “Suho-ya” or “babe.” He let out a sigh instead. He reached his hand up, a silent ask.
Sieun just stared at him, confused. His eyes dragged down to Suho’s open arms, one eyebrow slowly lifting.
“What are you asking for?” he asked slowly, his voice laced with confusion.
“Can you please come here, baby?” Suho asked. “Just for a second. I miss you.”
Sieun didn’t budge at first. He just kept on staring, but the look in Suho’s eyes made it so hard to stay mad. Without even realizing it, his legs started moving, slowly bringing him over. He stopped when he reached Suho’s leg.
Suho looked up at him before spreading his legs just enough for their thighs to touch. He grabbed Sieun by the waist, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around him, hugging him tight. His head rested comfortably against Sieun’s stomach.
He breathed him in like he was an inhaler, or something.
“I’m sorry for getting you upset,” Suho murmured. He then lifted his head. “I’m sorry for covering your face so you couldn’t judge that girl so obviously.”
Sieun swore the vein on his forehead popped. He closed his eyes. Now, he could slap Suho and ignore him for a few more days, but he decided to be morale and take a deep breath. He wasn’t evil. He wasn’t that petty.
“Is that all?” Sieun asked.
Suho pouted.
“I’m sorry for letting you walk away. I know you told me not to come, but I had to see you. I couldn’t just sit there — knowing you’re mad and not doing anything.”
“Let me make it up to you, mh?”
Sieun didn’t say anything, but his eyebrows furrowed, his lip quivered. Suho looked at him, really looked, and the guilt hit hard when he noticed the faint redness around Sieun’s eyes — the pinkness of his nose, the way his lashes clumped — like he had been crying earlier.
Suho tightened his grip on Sieun’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
“You cried didn’t you?” Suho whispered, his voice small, laced with guilt.
Sieun bit his lip, his eyes shifting in different directions before settling on his socked feet.
“No, I didn’t,” he said slowly.
Bullshit. Sieun always turned a different color whenever he cried. It was something he couldn’t hide. He was practically pink.
“You did,” Suho insisted.
Sieun backed up, but Suho pulled him right back in.
“You so did cry,” Suho said slowly, pressing his face against Sieun’s stomach again and hugging him tight.
“I’m sorry.”
Nothing was said after that. For a moment, Suho considered saying something else to fill the awkwardly long silence — until he heard a few sniffles. He wasted no time lifting his head.
“Baby, why are you crying? Is it because of me?” Suho whispered softly.
A few tears fell from Sieun’s eyes. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was crying. It wasn’t like he was still mad. Upset, yes. He was probably crying because of the stress from earlier.
With Suho here, he was finally letting it out. That was the only reason he could think of.
Nonetheless, he shook his head yes, letting new tears slide down his face — not caring if they landed on Suho.
Suho only sighed, standing up with his hands still on Sieun’s hips. He didn’t let go until he was fully upright, his view now only the soft black hair on sieun’s head. He reached his hand down, lifting Sieun’s chin and gently forcing him to look up.
Sieun did, teeth biting into his lip.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll wear a beekeeper outfit so they don’t touch me or stare,” Suho said, completely serious.
Sieun stared at him.
Then a laugh.
Then giggles.
“What the fuck?” Sieun laughed, still giggling. “That’s not what I’m asking you to do.”
“You’re so random,”
And it was true. Suho was so random, Sieun sometimes questioned what the hell was going on in that brain of his.
Suho felt both happy and dumb. Yay, Sieun was smiling! But, also — no, why the fuck did he say that?
“Sieun-ah,” Suho said, softly, wiping the few tears still falling from Sieun’s eyes with his thumb. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad that day.”
He hesitated for a moment, before continuing.
“I just wanted you to stop looking like you wanted to choke her. I even declined her number,” Suho added, his voice as soft as ever.
Sieun leaned into the touch, his laughter fading, lips settling back into a pout.
“I know,” he murmured. “I just can’t help but feel jealous anyway.”
Suho nodded his head in understanding, and kept wiping Sieun’s tears away. He stroked his cheek ever so gently. When Sieun looked up at him, just a little, Suho gave him a small, reassuring smile.
Sieun sniffed and gave back a shy one.
And Suho took it.
“You don’t ever have to feel jealous, Sieun. You’re everything I could ever want.” Suho said.
“Also — I feel offended you even think I like girls like that.” he added, pouting as his face scrunched up in disgust.
Sieun chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes again with the heel of his palm.
“Yeah, dumb of me.” He nodded.
Suho smiled.
“Not dumb, just protective. I get it. I like the jealous side of you… even though there’s nothing to be jealous of. I’m yours. Plus, you’re pretty, smart, and everything nice,” he added, his tone light.
Sieun laughed, playfully pushing Suho’s chest with his hand.
“Right. Aren’t you a sweet talker, Suho?”
Suho nodded eagerly, then pulled Sieun into a hug, cradling his head and breathing him in. His favorite smell. Sieun always smelled like coconut and chamomile.
“Only for you,” Suho said, pressing a kiss on top of Sieun’s head.
Sieun hummed softly, bringing his hand up to grip Suho’s windbreaker, fully letting himself melt into the hug.
They stayed like that for a moment before Suho pulled back, pressing one last kiss to Sieun’s forehead.
“Ready to eat cake?” he asked, taking off his windbreaker, never once breaking eye contact.
Sieun nodded, taking the windbreaker from Suho’s hands and placing it neatly on one of the chairs.
Hooking his arm with Suho’s, he grabbed the bag off the counter and walked them both toward the couch.
.
Cake and resolution.
“Anything interesting today?” Suho asked, leaning on the couch, his head tilting back. He closed his eyes breathing in the faint smell of vanilla lingering in the small apartment.
Sieun made a humming sound, licking the icing off his fork.
“Not really… just work, as usual. And you, Suho-yah?”
“Not much. The restaurant wasn’t really busy today.” Suho said slowly. Sieun hummed again.
Silence hung between them—not awkward, just comfortable
After a while, Suho heard Sieun sigh softly. He opened one eye to glance over, only to catch Sieun’s sad pout once again.
“Suho-yah, Am I tiring you?” Sieun asked — almost hesitantly. fork forgotten on the table as his full attention settled on Suho.
He fiddled with his fingers, “you know, am I too much?”
“No, I’m used to you.”
…
“So… not necessarily,” Suho said calmly, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
He watched as Sieun’s eyes sparkled, a small smile spreading across his face. Sieun nodded, then turned back to the cake.
“This cake is cute. It’s Miffy, right?” Sieun asked, changing the topic as he grabbed a small piece with his fork.
“Yeah,” Suho chuckled softly. “That’s your wallpaper, right?”
Sieun nodded, lifting the fork toward Suho playfully. “Here, try some.” he said, urging him gently.
Suho leaned in, taking the bite offered to him, not missing the chance to wrap his fingers over Sieun’s as he brought the fork to his mouth.
Sieun watched intently as Suho’s eyes widened in surprise while he chewed.
A small grin tugged at Sieun’s lips. “Good?” he asked, eyes softening with amusement.
“It’s awesome.” Suho said abruptly, launching himself at Sieun — peppering his face with quick, sloppy kisses.
Sieun gasped, a surprised laugh escaping him as the fork slipped from his fingers — clattering onto the floor.
“Suho—! My fork!” Sieun yelped between giggles, trying to grab it, but Suho only kissed him harder, gripping him down.
With a loud laugh, Suho plopped down on top of Sieun, trapping him beneath. Sieun groaned, pinching Suho’s arm.
“Aish! Baby! What was that for!?” Suho yelped, flinching sideways.
“Get off me, that’s what.” Sieun said, poking Suho’s side.
“Suho, seriously. you're heavy." Sieun whined.
“No. I’m sleepy.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m you’re impossible.” Suho mumbled against Sieun’s neck, his hands tightening around his waist.
“That makes no sense.” Sieun said, furrowing his brows in genuine confusion.
“Makes perfect sense my love.”