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There was something so deeply comforting about being known.
Sion thinks drying his hair after showering is truly one of the most torturous tasks anyone could have to endure. Ever. Just trying to plug in the hair dryer pisses him off, as he fumbles, drops it, and tries for the n millionth time to stick it into the hole at just the right angle. At this point, he thinks he’s better off electrocuting himself and never having to go through this hell of a test.
Even when he eventually gets it in and turns it on, his janky ass hair dryer (it’s been around since NCT U released Boss) blasts his face with the heat of a thousand suns. Ow. He angles it further away from his face and tries to speed his way through the enraging process, tussling with his own hair, honestly leaving it up to divine powers to take care of the rest.
He gives up almost as soon as he begins and moves on to his skincare routine. It’s not something that annoys him as much as drying his hair, but it also certainly isn’t something he does calmly. He squeezes facewash into his hands, rubs them together until it turns white, and as expected of a man, abuses his poor face by scrubbing it like he’s washing the dishes. As if that wasn’t enough, he repeats the same process with his toner, adding in a few slaps to make it dry faster (don’t ask him to explain how that works).
He chooses to ignore the fact that his hair is pretty much wet again, strands of his hair that frame his face dripping with water. Whatever, I mean he did dry it again… with the same towel he used to dry his face.
On his way out of the washroom, he hears Sakuya and Yushi playing Tetris, Yushi excitedly instructing Sakuya on what to do.
“Saku, Saku! To the right! Right, I said – do you not know where your right is? Ok, no, no, you’re not doing that bad... just 70th place…”, Sion picks up, which already has the corners of his lips turning up.
When he steps into the living room, he sees Yushi sitting in the corner of the couch, wearing a loose, worn-out long sleeve, a fuzzy blanket covering the lower half of him. Sion thinks he looks so cozy, just the sight makes him forget for a moment what he was even planning to do for the rest of the night.
“Yushiiii”, he calls out, like one would to a cat, and walks over to him and Sakuya. Yushi perks up at Sion’s voice, his eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at him in such a way that makes him appear even more like a cat.
“Hyung, are you gonna dry your hair or look like a wet dog forever?”, Sakuya asks, feigning innocence when Sion scrunches his eyebrows at him. “Hey, did you use my shampoo again?! My mom bought that for me you know-”, Sion cuts him off before he has to hear this again, “Ah, you know I hate drying my hair. I wish I could just snap my fingers or something and it could dry in like a millisecond”.
Sakuya just shakes his head at him, disapprovingly. Ok, ouch. Sion doesn’t think that the kid who can barely crack an egg should be judging him for literally anything.
Yushi giggles softly at that and reaches out to gently hold Sion’s forearm as he stands up, “Hyung, let me help”, he says while smiling widely at him (all his one million beautiful teeth showing, of course).
“Ushi, I already dried it! Come on, I know you guys heard my loud ass hair dryer…”, he tries defending himself, but still lets Yushi pull him along. He sits Sion down on the ground, “I’m gonna grab the dryer, just one second Hyung”, leaving Sion to laugh to himself at Yushi’s sudden actions.
Yushi returns with the hairdryer, sitting down on the end of Sion’s bed, making space for him in between his legs. “I don’t know why you hate it so much. I think it's nice and relaxing honestly”, Yushi speaks softly, pretty much mumbling to himself, while absentmindedly running gentle fingers through Sion’s hair (so thick it could be a wig).
Right when Sion’s getting ready to defend his case like he's on trial for exploding every hair dryer on the planet, Yushi turns it on, and so, poor Sion doesn’t even try to fight against it.
He’s expecting the heat to blast him again like he owes it money, but what greets him is a tender warmth. He peeks up at Yushi, who looks so engrossed in making sure every part of his hair is getting dried. He has a certain glow to his honey eyes that just fills Sion’s heart up like a cup full of warm milk, that obviously has to be paired with those gooey chocolate chunk cookies they had the other day.
Sion closes his eyes and completely melts in between Yushi’s legs and into his touch, surrendering to what he could no longer call evil because it granted him this beautiful moment.
He doesn’t even notice when the sound of the dryer quiets, and his head is fully laying in Yushi’s lap by now. “Hyung, that wasn’t so bad was it?”, he teases. Sion opens his eyes slowly, and he swears, the warm glow from his ceiling light makes Yushi look like an angel sent from heaven. Just for him.
Sion reaches up to Yushi’s face. He feels his heart race when Yushi nuzzles right into his palms, a quiet “mm” escaping him when he does so.
They just look and look at each other. They don’t have to say anything. Really, this is enough. This is more than enough because they have each other and they know each other.
Yushi slowly leans down, their faces inching closer and closer, for Sion to slot their lips together.