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it's dark out, the early morning air crisp. martin sits by the balcony and watches the pitch black sky while sipping his hot chocolate. the rich drink flows through him like a gentle wave.
it's silent, peaceful. martin has never felt more blessed.
there was something magical about this time of day. everything came to a standstill, as if suspended in another time.
“you'll freeze out here." juhoon's voice gently breaks through the quiet, a hint of amusement in his tone.
martin watches as juhoon sits next to him and rubs his trembling hands, warming them up.
it's a simple gesture, yet speaks volumes. martin's heart swells with appreciation.
sometimes, juhoon just exists, preferring to showcase his love through actions. but they understood each other as easily as breathing.
“thanks.” martin smiles.
juhoon nods, the loveliest dimple indenting his cheek. they sit in silence, basking in the comfort of each other's presence.
the sky brightens, bathing juhoon a faded peach, and martin can't look away.
they've known each other since they were college freshmen. it'd rained that day, martin stumbling in late to class and settling next to juhoon, who offered him a pen since he'd forgotten his.
after that, they'd been inseparable. late night studying sessions vibing to music together, inside jokes and meeting each other's parents, snowboarding in new zealand for their two-year anniversary.
juhoon presses martin's cup of chocolate to his lips. he's wearing the woolen scarf martin made him months ago, when he'd been obsessed with knitting.
“just gonna steal my hot chocolate, huh,” martin jokes.
juhoon shrugs and sets the mug back on the table, turning bright pink when martin wipes off the stain on the corner of his mouth. they've been together for four years, yet martin makes juhoon blush as much as he had the day martin had confessed.
juhoon lifts his arm, soon cradling a tiny snowflake. the first snow.
“gonna name it choco,” he says.
juhoon has always been like this—introspective, random at times, a bit of an oddball. martin never wants him to change.
“choco it is, then.” martin laughs, resting his head on juhoon's shoulder and kissing below his jaw. juhoon's ears redden.
in seconds, their hands intertwine, two perfect puzzle pieces. matching rings catch in the dim light, symbols of the promises they made to each other.
“love you,” juhoon says against martin's skin, sweeter than the hot chocolate, spoken only for martin to hear.
he looks at martin like he sees just him and nothing else, his heart and soul in martin's hands. martin could say a lot of things, emotions on the verge of bubbling over, but he kisses juhoon instead, hoping it conveys everything he feels.
“to be clear, you do like me more than choco, right?” martin questions after pulling away. juhoon's lips twitch with a smile.
“yes, i like you more than choco,” juhoon answers, leaning in to kiss martin this time around. martin savors the moment, holding it close to his chest.
then, martin pokes juhoon's adam's apple for no reason at all. they crack up at the same time, juhoon's chuckles almost drowned out by martin's laughter. martin holds juhoon's arm to steady himself, while juhoon slowly runs his fingers through martin's hair.
“i love you,” juhoon tells martin once more, sunlight breaking through the sky.
martin grins. “i love you too.”