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Jun and Dylan lingered in a booth by the window.
They were in a café not far out of town, one that had newly opened not too long ago. Mars had thought it was a nice opportunity to celebrate their upcoming single together, as their packed schedule hadn’t allowed them a lot of free time recently. Enjoying lunch together, simply talking, and all of that without dozens of deadlines on their mind for once. Quality time, Nano had called it.
After two hours or so, Pepper and Nano had excused themselves, going on and on about some pop-up store they had wanted to visit for a while now. They all knew it was a lie, an excuse, to be alone together. The others didn’t say anything, though. They would tell them once they were ready to.
It only took another twenty-three minutes until Thame got up, whining about missing Po already. Dylan had snorted at Thame’s childlike behavior, adoring him too much to tease him further. However, when Thame noticed Jun and Dylan hadn’t moved from their seats, he looked at them skeptically. “And you guys? Going home yet?”
“No,” they answered at the same time, a little too quick. They shared a short, what seemed like awkward look, before turning back to Thame.
“Too boring,” Jun grumbled.
“Not in the mood,” Dylan claimed.
Thame opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, his eyes flicking between the two of them. Then he settled on, “You two better still be alive and in one piece when Nano comes back from his little date.”
“Or else, I’ll be the one blamed for leaving you two alone together to kill each other,” Thame warned, glaring at them one more time, before finally leaving the café.
Jun immediately glanced around once, then again, then slowly slid his foot under the table until it touched Dylan’s. Nudging him, teasing.
Dylan didn’t look up, but the edge of his mouth tugged upward.
"You always act so chill," Jun murmured, voice softer now.
"Yet you’ve been shaking your leg under that table for ten minutes straight."
"Because I’m nervous," Dylan muttered without missing a beat.
"You almost called me babe in front of everyone."
Jun grinned. “I did not.”
"You did. You said 'Dyl, babe' and then choked on your soda."
Jun tried to play it off, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. "Well, if you weren’t so distracting…"
Dylan finally looked up. His eyes weren’t teasing. Just quiet. Warm. A micro expression Jun had learned to catch, no matter how subtle.
"You know we don’t have to hide forever."
Jun’s heart leaped. For someone so flirty on the outside, he was terrible when it came to handling Dylan when he was like this.
So damn caring.
A feeling Jun hadn't known until Dylan decided to turn Jun’s world upside down.
"I know," Jun said, after a moment of silence.
"I just... I like this. The secret. The sneaking. The stolen looks."
"You like the drama.”
Jun smirked.
“And you like me. So here we are.”
Dylan rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.
Instead, he reached across the table, casually, and put his hand on top of Jun's, squeezing it once.
The contact gone again in a matter of seconds.
No one else saw it.
Only Jun did.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
3 months ago.
The first time something shifted had been on a random friday night. They were in a hotel room, snacks all over the place, Jun and Dylan bickering over a game, music too loud. Jun had just flopped dramatically across the couch, right next to Dylan, clearly buzzing with leftover adrenaline.
It started, like most dangerous things do, with a dare.
"Truth or dare," someone shouted through the room all of a sudden. Nano.
Dylan, with his usual cool demeanor, merely bothered to look up. Jun on the other hand, never one to back down, didn't hesitate. "Dare."
Thame glanced at him sideways, grinning devilishly. He leaned forward in his seat, whispering something in Nano's ear, who in response started clapping enthusiastically.
It took another 30 seconds and a dramatic inhale, before Nano dropped the bomb.
"Confess to someone in this room."
"Now," Nano commanded. Everyone, but Dylan, oohed in chorus.
Jun simply rolled his eyes at Nano's, no, Thame's ridiculous dare. "What is this, kindergarten?"
Jun complained, an attempt to diminish the fact he was about to do something very, very risky. However, his elevated heart rate didn’t seem to get the message. No one had to know that, though.
Before Jun could process what he was doing, his body had already acted for him.
The next thing he knew was that he had turned to Dylan, half-unconsciously, threw an arm over his shoulder, very brotherly, and said with his typical mocking attitude,
“Dylan. I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met, when you threatened to strangle me with my shoelaces. Your romantic death glares. Your annoyingly addictive arrogance. Your secret soft heart, reserved just for me.”
And despite his best efforts to try and hide the crack in his voice, the tremor affecting Jun's words towards the end of his speech was out of his control.
The last part feeling a bit too real.
Just then, Jun realized how close Dylan's face actually was. Barely 5 centimeters between them, Jun could feel the warm breath on his face. His eyes hadn’t left Dylan's even once during his confession, trying to catch whatever reaction he would get from him. That’s why he couldn’t help but notice how Dylan's eyes had flicked down his face at some point, with an intensity and expression that made Jun speechless. Jun scanned his face.
Dylan's pretty, piercing dark eyes that Jun could lose himself in all day.
His soft, fluffy hair that reminded him of a gray kitten, making Jun want nothing more than to run his fingers through it just once.
And… His pink, plump lips.
Jun stared.
Laughter broke the moment, pulling him back to reality. A pillow thrown at him, Jun groaned. Dylan smirked. Said nothing. And then turned away, as if he couldn’t be any less interested in the scene that had just unfolded in front of him.
But his ears were red.
And Jun?
He noticed.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
A week later, they were stuck on set, waiting. Rain delay.
Everyone else was busy napping or scrolling on their phones.
Jun sat next to Dylan, again.
Too close, his inner voice whispered.
Not close enough, Jun thought at the same time.
"You never reacted," Jun broke the silence, trying to sound casual.
"To my very moving confession."
Dylan didn’t look up from his phone, when he said, “You were joking.”
“Was I?”
Jun had mumbled, looking conflicted, the words escaping his lips before he could do anything against them.
Silence.
Dylan's head jerked up, his eyes finding Jun's in an instant.
Jun, a blush creeping up his cheeks, held his gaze nervously.
For a full minute, Dylan said nothing.
He simply watched Jun as if he was trying to figure something out.
“Were you?”
Dylan whispered back, a hint of hope in his voice.
Jun blinked, caught off guard.
Then he smiled, slowly.
“I guess we’ll never know.”
The following day, they had late-night dance practice. The others had left a while ago, each with their own ridiculous excuse, leaving only Jun and Dylan behind.
Jun was tired and sweaty, lying on the floor trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Dylan was stretching silently beside him, fully focused on his exercises.
"You're really serious about dancing, huh?"
Jun asked out of nowhere. Dylan eyed him skeptically before answering.
"I like it. It’s the only time I stop… thinking."
Jun turned his head to look at him.
"What do you think about when you’re not dancing?”
Dylan paused. Contemplating.
The moment his eyes met Jun's, Dylan made a decision.
"You."
Jun forgot how to breathe for a second.
And in that second, Dylan leaned in.
And kissed him.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
It had been two weeks since the kiss.
Jun kept replaying it in his head.
Dylan's straightforwardness, the shock, the way he walked away like nothing happened.
Which lead Jun to text him a single word one hour later: "Same."
They hadn’t exactly talked about it since, not really.
But it hadn’t gone back to normal either.
Their touches lingered. Their teasing got softer.
And during one event it happened. Finally. Because Jun was done waiting.
They were standing on opposite sides of the stage, but somehow their eyes had found each other despite the distance between them.
Looking at each other, they couldn’t help but smile at the flashback they were certainly both having.
The moment before they were about to go on stage with the others, Jun came up to Dylan, determined. Before Dylan could say anything, Jun entered his space and, just like that…
Jun kissed him on the cheek.
Whispering in his ear,
"Be my boyfriend."
He didn’t wait for an answer.
He already had it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
On the same night, they found themselves alone again.
The team had wrapped rehearsal early, the others already out to grab dinner. Jun and Dylan stayed behind, supposedly to clean up.
Jun wasn’t cleaning.
He was watching. Dylan, in the mirror.
The way he moved around nonstop, as if the music was so weaved into his brain, that he couldn’t stay still, even if he wanted to.
“You know,” Jun said thoughtfully, voice softer than usual, “if we keep sneaking around like this, someone’s gonna catch on eventually.”
Dylan met his eyes in the mirror. “Probably.”
“So what, we just tell them?”
Dylan turned, walking toward him slowly.
“Do you want to?” He asked, reluctantly.
Jun hesitated. “I don’t know.”
Dylan stopped right in front of him.
“I like what we have right now,” Dylan admitted.
Before carrying on, he reached out tentatively, taking Jun's hands in his.
“The quiet. Just… us. No prying eyes. No rumors, no whispers behind our backs… I just… I don’t want it to turn into a thing that everyone talks about.”
“You mean judgement?”
“I mean pressure. Expectations. Attention.”
Dylan’s voice lowered.
“I don’t want this to be for anyone else but us. At least… not yet.”
Jun nodded slowly. A smile spreading on his face. He wasn’t used to this version of Dylan. This version of himself.
The Jun that didn't feel the need to have a clever line ready all the time.
But Dylan always had that effect on him.
Grounding him.
Making him feel too much.
“You’re right,” Jun finally said, gently. “Let’s keep it just ours. For now.”
Dylan smiled. Not his stage smile, no. The real one. The one meant for Jun only. The one that made Jun feel like he was the luckiest man alive.
Dylan’s smile, an image he never wanted to fade.
Jun leaned even closer, interlacing his fingers with Dylan’s.
“But I’m still gonna flirt with you. Anywhere, anytime.”
Dylan laughed and Jun thought his heart would explode.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
3 months later.
Jun and Dylan were in the dance studio, a little too late at night.
Music still echoed from the bluetooth speakers in the background, as Dylan pulled Jun in by his waist, his silver-gray hair clinging to his forehead from sweat.
Jun was laughing, breathless from practice. From being near him.
"You're beautiful," Jun whispered.
Dylan blushed at the comment in an instant, his cheeks already glowing from exertion.
Jun loved seeing Dylan like this. Honest, unfiltered.
"No one dances like you do," he added after a second, unable to hide the admiration in his voice.
“No one annoys me like you do,” were the last words Dylan said, before finally closing the distance between them.
The way he kissed Jun said something else entirely, though.
Jun's hands moved on instinct, running his fingers through Dylan's hair, pulling him impossibly closer until his body was flush against his own.
"It's a match." Jun muttered in between kisses, voice low, overwhelmed with want.
After a while, Dylan's lips started trailing downward, leaving marks on Jun's neck and all the way down to his collarbone, where he halted. With one hand, he seized Jun's shirt, stretching it further down, and then… began licking the sweat off Jun's body. It was then, that a muffled moan escaped Jun's lips. Jun who had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure, the sensation of Dylan's lips, Dylan's tongue, on his skin driving him crazy. That’s when the door flew open.
“Hey, have you seen my—”
The two jumped apart as if hit by lightning.
Jun tripped, over his own foot, trying to hide the marks visibly glowing on his neck. Dylan had turned to grab a towel from the floor, pretending to be very focused on wiping the sweat off his face.
It was Nano, standing in the doorway, blinking.
For a long moment, no one said anything, until…. "Why is it always you two who end up being the last ones in here?"
Nano narrowed his eyes.
Jun coughed. "It's not my fault this idiot can't even get the simplest steps right. I'm just dedicated to our team. After all, I can't let this clown ruin our image now, can I?"
Dylan, suppressing a grin, snapped back. "Says the one who keeps missing the beat." Jun frowned at that.
Nano looked at them.
Then, mumbled, so neither Jun nor Dylan could hear him,
“Team dedication, my ass.”
He definitely hadn’t missed the hickeys on Jun's neck nor the way Jun had tried to cover them with his shirt.
“Right,” Nano smirked. “I’ll just… go.”
The door closed again.
Silence.
Dylan burst out laughing, “That was way too close.”
“He knows.”
“He suspects. We’ll deny everything.”
Dylan grinned. Jun shook his head, but Dylan caught the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"On a side note, though."
Dylan began, his voice dropping an octave, as he got closer to Jun again.
"I can think of something much better to ruin than our image."
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
The clock on Jun’s wall read 1:23 a.m.
He stared at it. Maybe it would help him figure out what to do with all these thoughts and feelings that were currently keeping him from sleeping.
He grabbed his phone and opened his chat with Dylan.
Junnie: you up?
Dyl: yeah.
A second later another message.
Dyl: you okay?
Jun hesitated, not wanting to keep Dylan up as well. As if Dylan had read his mind from across the hall, another message popped up.
Dyl: wanna call?
Before Jun could reply, Dylan's contact already lit up the screen, his phone vibrating quietly.
“Hey.”
Jun didn’t speak right away. Dylan didn’t rush him.
Finally, Jun sighed, “Do you ever feel like we’re lying to everyone?”
A pause.
“Sometimes,” Dylan said. “But I also feel like… if we told them, we’d lose something.”
Jun curled further into his blanket.
"I'm sorry I called you an idiot today. And a clown," he apologized, feeling something break inside him, just thinking about it.
"Hey," Dylan was quick to react, "I know you didn’t mean any of that, Jun. Just like I didn’t."
"I know," Jun gave in.
“I just hate pretending you don’t mean anything to me.”
Dylan’s voice softened.
“You don’t have to pretend. Not with me.”
Jun smiled a little. “Wish I could come over.”
Dylan was quiet for a second. “You could. No one would know.”
Jun thought about it.
About the quiet of Dylan’s room. The safety. His arms around him.
"It's okay," Jun told him, even though he wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.
“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Dylan's solution came in form of a whisper meant just for him.
“Then stay. With me. Even if it’s just the sound.”
Jun didn’t answer. Just closed his eyes and listened. To Dylan’s breathing, his worry and doubts long forgotten.
"Good night, Junnie."
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
Jun kicked a stone down the sidewalk thoughtlessly. They had sneaked out of the house at midnight, a monthly habit ever since they started dating.
Jun and Dylan walked side by side, just far enough apart to be "just friends" if anyone recognized them, but close enough that their pinkies kept brushing.
"So…?" Jun broke the silence between them. Dylan eyed him from the side. “So…?”
Jun looked around. No one in sight. The streets nearly empty. He reached out and tugged Dylan by his sleeve, gently, into an alley nearby. "I was thinking."
"That's a rarity," Dylan couldn't help but counter. Their banter never faded, no matter how many dates they've been on or how many kisses they've shared. It was just their thing. Another way of expressing their love in a very absurd way. Jun punched him lightly in the shoulder, but there was no strength behind it. It made Dylan smile.
His voice playful now, Jun continued his earlier thought.
“We’ve been good today. No slip-ups. No hand-holding. No dumb pet names.”
“You did almost say ‘babe’ again.”
Jun grinned. “Almost doesn’t count.”
Dylan leaned against the wall, arms folded, reading Jun like an open book.
“What do you want, Jun?”
Jun pretended to think.
“A reward.”
Dylan raised a brow.
“For being such a good secret boyfriend.”
Dylan shook his head, smiling in that tiny, subtle way of his.
“What kind of reward?”
Dylan played along. Catching on immediately, Jun leaned in, so close Dylan could feel his breath brush his chin.
“A kiss.”
“Greedy.”
“You love it.”
Dylan didn't answer. Not with words, anyway.
After all, actions spoke louder than words.
He looped a hand around the back of Jun’s neck, pulling him in. It wasn't desperate. Just… familiar. Warm. Jun melted under Dylan's touch, like he always does.
Because Dylan doesn't kiss like he's hiding.
He kisses like Jun is his favorite part of the day.
His favorite part of the world.
Like Jun is his world.
When they pulled apart, both breathless, Jun rested his forehead against Dylan’s shoulder, grinning stupidly.
“I could stay here forever.”
“You’d get a heatstroke.”
Jun snorted, “Fine. Just a few more minutes then.”
And in that quiet alleyway, even if just for a little while, they let themselves be real. No overthinking. No pretending. Just Jun and Dylan. Two boys in love.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
It was late.
Jun had once again managed to fall asleep on Dylan’s bed, his head resting in a weird angle that looked anything but comfortable, hoodie pulled over his face. Next to him sat Dylan, quietly sketching choreography notes in one of his notebooks.
Jun stirred, groggy. “What time is it?”
"Past midnight."
“Why do you let me crash here every time?” Jun groaned.
“Because you look ridiculous when you sleep and I like collecting blackmail.”
Jun rolled his eyes, curling into the blanket that Dylan must’ve covered him with while he was asleep.
“You’re the worst.” He said. Meaning the exact opposite.
Dylan just smiled. The quiet settled again.
Comfortable, easy.
Jun peeked over the blanket. Watching Dylan scribbling, focused, the tip of his tongue between his teeth like he always did when he was thinking too hard.
Jun had said it out loud before he could even register what was happening.
“God, I love you.”
Silence.
Dylan dropped his pen.
And Jun froze.
"N—No! Wait, that's not—, I didn’t— I didn't mean—, I mean…"
He sat up too fast, his head spinning, nearly knocking himself out.
"I didn’t mean it like that."
"Like what?" Dylan looked at him, unreadable.
Jun panicked, "I mean I do! I do! Of course, I do! Just— just not like— well, maybe like—, but I wasn't trying to say it! It just—, it came out and now I'm talking too much and I should really go—!"
"Jun."
Jun looked up, panic in his eyes.
Dylan’s expression softened.
Then set his notebook aside, leaning forward, looking at Jun in that way he only did when he was completely serious.
Jun’s pulse raced, “You heard that, huh?”
Dylan nodded, “Yeah.”
Jun opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Then gave a helpless little laugh and buried his face in his hands.
"I wasn't—," Jun stopped himself one more time, before admitting,
"You weren’t supposed to hear it like that.”
A pause.
Then Dylan's sweet voice brought him back from his outburst.
“How was I supposed to hear it?”
Jun peeked at him through his fingers.
“I don’t know. Something more poetic? Or during some big romantic moment? Not in your bedroom while I’m wrapped in a blanket like a burrito and you’re doodling stick figures dancing.”
Dylan snorted. Jun dropped his hands, cheeks flushed.
“I just... it slipped.”
Another pause. Dylan leaned back against the bed frame, eyes on the ceiling.
“It didn’t feel like a slip.”
Jun glanced at him. Dylan looked back.
“It felt like something that’s been trying to crawl out of you for weeks.”
Jun was quiet. So was Dylan.
And then he added, “Out of me too.”
Jun’s breath caught.
"HUH?!"
"Don't huh me, Jun."
Silence.
"You heard it."
The realization of Dylan's confession hit Jun all at once.
"Say that again," Jun whispered as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.
"I already did." Dylan tried to sound indifferent, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
Jun pouted, "But I want to hear it again."
For a while Dylan said nothing, then sighed, doomed to surrender.
"Damn puppy eyes," he whispered to himself.
"I heard that too," Jun grinned.
"I‘m sure you did."
Dylan looked into Jun's eyes. Really looked.
And then…
"I love you too, idiot."
"Again."
"Idiot!"
"Not that part," Jun whined.
"I love you!" Dylan now almost shouted.
"Was that loud enough yet or do you want me to get a megaphone? Because I’m sure there’s one lying around here somewhere and then I could make sure that everyone in this neighborhood knows. That I. Love. You!"
But Dylan wasn't done yet, instead he now showered Jun's face with sloppy kisses in between each word.
"I love you, I love you, I lo—," that's when he felt Jun's lips on his. Slow. But steady. Expressing all the feelings he couldn't possibly put into words, hoping Dylan would understand.
Suddenly, Dylan felt a weight on him. At some point, Jun must’ve slided into Dylan's lap, legs on either side of his waist. But before Dylan could deepen the kiss, Jun spoke again, after giving him one more peck on his lips.
"Loud and clear," he grinned from ear to ear.
"But, maybe, just to make sure I got it right…"
"Ai Jun!" Jun laughed. And, of course, Dylan couldn’t help but join in.
Silence returned after a few seconds.
"I love you so damn much." Jun whispered softly, eyes watery but a smile on his face.
He moved, only to lie down on top of Dylan entirely, sighing happily.
Dylan laughed, his fingers finding Jun's hair by instinct, gently carding through it.
He looked so peaceful, Dylan thought as he lowered his head slightly, kissing Jun on his forehead.
"Don't let go of me," Jun said quietly, half-asleep.
Dylan looked at him with glassy eyes, his heart breaking seeing Jun so vulnerable.
"Never."
Just when Dylan thought that Jun had fallen asleep, a soft humming broke the silence.
Dylan recognized the song immediately. He himself had listened to it at least a dozen times, in awe. Now, all he could do was stare at Jun, who slowly started singing the first lines. His raw voice, filled with emotion, meant for Dylan and Dylan.
Share my life,
Take me for what I am.
Take my love,
I'll never ask for too much.
Just all that you are,
And everything that you do.
You see through,
Right to the heart of me.
You break down my walls,
With the strength of your love.
I don’t really need to look,
Very much further.
I don't wanna have to go,
Where you don’t follow.
So, maybe, there were people next door that could come in at any time.
But, maybe, that would be okay.
Because all that mattered in that moment was Dylan, who didn't let go of Jun all night. And Jun, who clinged to Dylan like he was his lifeline.
I have nothing.
Nothing.
If I don’t have you.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
The photo fan benefit wasn't supposed to be anything out of the ordinary.
Smiles, poses, interactions with their fans. The usual.
Jun had just returned to his seat for the final group of the day, after taking a short break. Dylan was beside him, like always, casual and relaxed, leaning slightly toward Jun as the staff counted down.
Three... two... one…
“Ai bii! Smile!” Jun complained, just as the flash went off.
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then chaos.
Thame’s jaw dropped dramatically.
Nano screamed.
And Pepper simply laughed.
Dylan blinked, surprised, but then his face slowly split into a grin.
Jun froze, the expression on his face now of pure horror.
“I— No! Wait—!"
Jun panicked.
"I meant ai tee! Obviously, I meant ai tee!”
“He said bii! He said bii!” Nano howled, ignoring Jun completely.
“IN FRONT OF STAFF,” Thame gasped. “AND FANS. OH MY GOD.”
“So, Dylan,” Nano, a devilish smirk on his face, continued.
“How does it feel to be publicly soft-launched by your boyfriend?”
Jun groaned and dropped his head onto Dylan’s shoulder, face burning.
“I’m never gonna live this down,” he mumbled.
Dylan laughed, wrapping an arm around him without care. “You absolutely are not.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
An hour later, Jun and Dylan had escaped backstage, fleeing everyone's teasing comments.
“Ai tee!” Jun once again let his forehead drop against Dylan’s shoulder, hiding in the curve of his neck.
“No longer bii?"
"Please don’t tease me. I’ll be hearing about this from the others for years. Not you too.” Dylan chuckled, his voice low and warm.
“But I like it.”
Jun lifted his head. “Huh?”
“You calling me bii.”
A faint smile on his face, Jun sighed but didn’t move away.
“I thought we were keeping this a secret. You know... for as long as we could.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said. “And we did. Just turns out ‘as long as we could’ wasn’t that long after all.”
Jun looked down.
“I’m sorry. I messed up. I know you—”
“Junnie.” Dylan cut him off gently.
“It’s okay. I know you. You’ve got so much love to give."
His next words came in a whisper.
"And I don’t ever want to be the reason you hold that back.”
Jun was quiet for a moment.
Then softly, “Only for one person, though.”
Dylan smiled. He reached for Jun’s hand and slowly laced their fingers together.
“Come on. Let’s show them just how clingy you really are.”
“Ai bii!” Jun exclaimed with a resigned little laugh.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬
That night, Dylan sat on his bed, legs crossed, phone glowing in his hand. He wanted to say something. Not a statement, but something real. He typed slowly.
It’s not that I wasn’t ready to love you in public. Believe me, there's nothing I wanted more than to let everyone know you’re mine.
I just wasn’t ready for all the noise that comes with it. Big speeches, interviews. Everyone's eyes on us.
But I realized we don’t need any of that. We don't need an announcement. No explanation. We don’t owe anyone anything. Love doesn’t come with conditions.
We’re just two people.
Who happen to be in a band.
Who happen to be in love.
And that’s all anyone really needs to know. Because that's all that matters.
Jun called a few minutes later, eyes a little shiny over the screen.
“That was perfect,” he said.
Then, smirking, “But I think you forgot a few important things. Like the weekly ice cream runs, you using my lap as your personal pillow, or your nightly cuddle or sulk routine and the good night kiss you won't sleep without.”
Dylan grinned.
“Those aren’t conditions of being my boyfriend. They’re privileges.”
“You should be grateful you get to be my personal teddy bear.”
“Yeah,” Jun surrendered. “I am.”
And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🎬 the end.