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The transition from Summer to Autumn was Sieun’s favorite time of year. Spring was final exam season so he was usually exhausted and stressed. Summer was too hot and Winter seemed to drag on.
Sieun enjoyed watching the green, soft leaves turn into a crisp and warm brown. He enjoyed the weather change. He never cared about the earlier evenings or shorter days the way other kids did.
“Sieun-ah.” Suho’s voice interrupted his train of thought. Suho waited until he had Sieu’s attention to continue. “We’re getting hotpot,” he gestured to Beomseok, who was beside him, “You coming?”
Sieun really shouldn’t. The past few times Suho had asked Sieun to hang out with them, Sieun caved. He can never really tell which of Suho’s puppy eyes are real or fake. Either way, it’s not that Sieun doesn’t have fun spending time with his friends. If anything, it’s some of the only fun he ever has. But every time he does hang out with them, he’s missing cram school or studying hours. He didn’t want to lose his academic habits over hotpot or karaoke.
“I can’t go today.” Sieun replied, watching Suho’s face fall in real time as the words left his lips.
“Sieun, I swear to god if you’re ditching us to study for an exam that’s in two weeks-” Suho started, jabbing his finger into Sieun’s chest.
“The exam is in two days.” Beomseok blurted from behind Suho. “The chemistry exam is on Friday.” He put a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
Sieun rolled his eyes, pushing Suho’s hand away. “You clearly need to be studying too.” He directed his attention to Beomseok, “You guys just go without me. I’m not hungry anyways.”
He ignored the way Suho’s pink lips poked out and his brow furrowed. He was clearly upset, but Sieun didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was the first time he had turned down an invite. Suho knows how much Siuen prioritizes his academics. He brushed it off, waving Suho and Beomseok goodbye before heading to the bus stop.
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The ringing of the doorbell snapped Sieun out of a quick, accidental nap. He lifted his head, his clock reading 12:07. His stomach growled almost immediately. Sieun shook his head, grabbing the pencil that had fallen out of his hand and getting back to work. Until — he heard another ring of the doorbell.
Sieun walked to the door, feeling a little lightheaded. “Who is it?’” He mumbled, probably not loud enough.
“Delivery!”
Sieun’s heart stuttered, despite his exhaustion. He opened the door, letting Suho inside. He immediately began kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket. “My god, everything was so busy tonight. And it’s cold as shit. I’m so glad I wasn’t doing delivery-” He paused, looking at Sieun.
Sieun glanced to the side, then back at Suho. “What?”
“Don’t what me!” Suho stepped into Sieun’s space, grabbing his chin and lifting his face. It was like he was doing some kind of inspection on him. “Have you eaten since lunch?”
Sieun stared back at him, thinking about this. The answer was no. The answer was “no” ninety percent of the time. “I had a banana earlier I think.” He replied simply.
Suho studied his face for a second more. It looked like genuine concern in his eyes. Again. He sighed, letting go of Sieun’s face. “Sieun-ah.” He groaned, walking over to the kitchen and immediately taking out ingredients like he lived there himself.
Sieun sat down at the dinner table, watching him in silence.
“Y’know what I think, Sieun-ah?” Suho asked as he chopped up vegetables with total concentration.
“Hm?”
“I think your addiction to studying is ruining your life.” Suho confessed, completely serious.
Sieun could’ve laughed if he had the energy. He blinked at his friend. “What are you talking about?” He watched as Suho moved the chopped vegetables into the skillet and moved on to washing the rice. “Do you know what an addiction is, Suho?”
“An addiction is something that takes over your life and causes harmful consequences. You,” Suho turned around, pointing a spoon at Sieun, “have an addiction to studying.”
Sieun felt the sides of his mouth quirk up. “How does studying cause harmful consequences?”
“Because! You can’t hang out with your friends, you don’t eat enough, and you definitely don’t sleep.” Suho’s volume increased as he waved his arms around passionately. A part of Sieun’s heart soared knowing Suho cared so much about his health. However, another part of his heart felt empty knowing he was causing Suho to worry so much. No one had ever cared about these things. As long as Sieun came home with a High Honor Roll, his parents didn’t worry about him.
”Suho.” Sieun called, causing the boy in front of him to look at him immediately. “Thank you for caring. I’ll…I’ll work on it. I’ll try to take care of myself.” He nodded.
Suho’s mouth was open slightly as he stared at Sieun. After a second, a smile grew on his lips as he turned around, grabbing a bowl and fixing a plate for Sieun. It was egg-fried rice again. It was the only thing Suho knew how to make, but it always tasted better than anything when Sieun hadn’t eaten for hours.
“I’ll have to leave soon.” Suho sat beside Sieun, checking the time on his phone.
Sieun couldn’t push down the pang of disappointment he felt. He was probably frowning. “Already?”
Suho chuckled. “I need to get to school. Not all of us study all night, Sieun-ah.” He teased.
Sieun was still frowning, but this time at the memory that his best friend not only sleeps at school but he sleeps on a bunch of desks. Just like Suho wanted Sieun to take care of himself, Sieun wanted the same for him. There was no way Suho slept well like that.
It’s possible that Sieun’s next decision and choice of words were the results of his sleep deprivation, or maybe this was Sieun’s way of helping his friend. “Why not just sleep here at night?” His face was neutral and calm, but his heart was racing. This was the most awake he’d been all night.
Suho’s jaw hung open for a second before he replied. “No, it’s fine, really! I only sleep there so I’m not late to class.”
“Yeah, you’ve told me a million times. That’s not the most efficient strategy and you know it.” Sieun deadpanned. “Just try it for tonight. I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning and we’ll see how you feel about it.”
Suho swallowed, biting his lip. Sieun really wasn’t sure what he was so nervous about. It’s not like they hadn’t had many sleepovers before. Was this random and out of the blue? Sure. Was it going to take a lot of planning considering Sieun had just asked Suho to basically come live with him? Of course. That didn’t mean it was impossible though. And as long as it was helping Suho, Siuen didn’t mind. He never minds.
”Okay.” Suho nodded, smiling slightly.
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“Ok.” Suho said from outside the bedroom door. “Yeah, Halmeoni, I know. I’ve told him thanks like a hundred times.” He muttered impatiently. “Love you too, see you tomorrow."
Sieun heard the phone hang up before Suho stepped inside the bedroom. Sieun was looking through his closet, trying to find clothes that Suho could sleep in for the night. “What did she say?” He asked, still rummaging through his closet.
Suho sat on the bed and everything suddenly felt so familiar. They’ve been in this position so many times before, it almost felt like second nature. “She said this is why she loves you and that I should be grateful for life.” Sieun could hear the eyeroll in his voice. “She was always nagging me about sleeping at school.”
Sieun crossed the room to hand him the largest pajamas he could find. “I told you it wasn’t efficient.”
Suho blew raspberries in defense, taking the pajamas. “You’re going to sleep, right? No more studying?” He looked up at Sieun.
Sieun looked away, unable to focus when Suho was looking at him like that. He pursed his lips, not fond of the decision he was about to make. If he wanted Suho to take care of himself, he needed to do the same.
He nodded.
Sieun dozed off as soon as his face hit the pillow. He’d left his bedside lamp on for Suho, who was still showering when Sieun got situated in bed. Sieun dreamed about clouds and the soft arms that pulled him closer when Suho laid down next to him later that night.
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Sieun’s plan had worked.
Waking up Suho was harder than he thought. The boy was practically unconscious when he was sleeping. After many rough shakes (and slaps), Suho had finally opened his eyes. He was quiet in the morning. Sieun had noticed this during their first accidental sleepover. At first, he’d mistaken it for irritation on Suho’s part. But after about thirty minutes, Suho was back to his normal, energetic self.
They were able to make it to school on time, proving Sieun right.
Beomseok was waiting at the school’s entrance. He waved. “Did you guys come together?” He asked, gesturing to the two of them. Usually, he and Sieun walked to class together.
“Yeah. He’s making me stay at his house so I don’t sleep here at night.” Suho spoke before emptying a bag of chips into his mouth.
“Finally.” Beomseok scoffed as they started walking to class. “He’s been complaining about that since forever.”
Suho laughed before being hit with realization. “Hold on, Sieun-ah, do you think your dad will be upset if he comes home?” He turned to Sieun with wide eyes.
“He doesn’t come home.” He replied, saying the first thing that came to mind. “You’re there more than he is anyway.” Sieun shrugged as they turned into class.
Suho made a noise, signaling he agreed.
They fell into a routine after this. They would go to school, Sieun would go home and Suho would go to work. Sometimes, Suho and Beomseok would ask Sieun to hang out with them. He started saying yes more, but when he declined, Suho wouldn’t get as upset as he used to. Sure, he’d still poke his lips out like a child, but maybe now that they spent more time together, it didn’t mean so much. When night came, Sieun would make sure to eat something light so that he wouldn’t get lightheaded. He also didn’t eat a full meal, just so he could eat with Suho when he came home from work. On nights when Sieun had cram school, Suho would pick him up and they’d stop at a convenience store on the way home.
The days when Suho didn’t have a shift were Sieun’s favorite. After school, they’d study together. Well— technically they weren’t studying together. Sieun couldn’t study with anyone but himself. But they were in each other's space and Sieun couldn’t think of anyone else he could do that with besides Suho. When the evening came, they’d go on a walk. Their favorite place was the Han River. Suho loved long trails and Sieun loved the water, so it worked out. Sieun also loved the way the sun would set on Suho’s face, but that didn’t really matter.
“What’d you get on the chemistry exam?” Sieun asked one evening, as they walked along the river. He was wearing his jacket, with the hoodie up. It was a particularly chilly night, meaning Sieun’s favorite time of year was coming to an end soon.
“An 88!” Suho smiled, his hands were shoved in his pocket. “I didn’t even study this time. All my knowledge was off the dome.” His smile was smug and his chin was held high. Sieun rolled his eyes, biting back a smile.
“That doesn’t mean you shouldn't study. This is the only chemistry exam you’ve passed this semester.” Sieun reminded.
“Yeah, yeah, okay mom.” Suho waved his hand dismissively. “You must forget how many days off I have out of the week, if any!” Suho stopped walking, turning to face the boy beside him.
“You must forget that you don’t work until two hours after school ends, meaning you have time to study, you just don’t use it.”
Suho sighed. “Fine. I hate when you’re always right.” He mumbled, holding out his right hand. “Truce?”
Sieun stared at him, before giving his hand a tiny shake.
They stood there for a little while longer, with Suho just…staring at him. Sure, Sieun caught Suho staring a lot. But he always felt the urge to shrink when they were so close in distance and Suho had no shame.
The taller boy gently took the hoodie off of Sieun’s head.
“Why’d you do that?” Sieun frowned, immediately running a hand through his hair.
Suho shrugged, staring up at the pink sky. Suho really was a pretty guy. There was no point in denying it. What Sieun was feeling probably wasn’t normal, but wouldn’t anyone who was this close to Suho feel this way too? He was the epitome of charming. Suho looked at him again. “I wanted to see your face.”
Sieun’s breath hitched. “You could.” He replied seemingly calm, though his heart was racing.
Suho cocked his head to the side, taking a hand out of his pocket. He brushed a strand of Sieun’s face. “Not the way I wanted to.”
Sieun looked away, swallowing the knot in his throat. His head was spinning. He took Suho’s free hand, interlacing their fingers. They walked like this for the rest of the night. It was the calmest Sieun had felt in a while.
Suho was becoming more and more forward each day.
Well— maybe forward wasn’t the right word. It was more like he was becoming more affectionate. Suho was already an affectionate guy, but this was…unusual. Sieun wasn’t sure if it was because of how much time they were spending together, but he wasn’t used to this.
It started off small. Suho started hugging Sieun a little more than usual. And they weren’t just the short and quick squeezes that Sieun was used to, they were long and intimate. It felt like Suho was trying to communicate something that he couldn’t say with his words. And it wasn’t just at home either. It was at school, during karaoke, and whenever they went out. Sieun was even considering keeping count. It wasn’t that Sieun didn’t like the hugs. Sure, he never knew how to respond and he just kind of stood there with his arms glued to his side like a popsicle stick, but he didn’t hate the hugs.
After the hugging, it was the things he’d say. Suho was already constantly praising Sieun for the dumbest things. His rare smile, his blunt personality, his eyes (especially his eyes). But he didn’t do that often. It was everyday now.
Sieun-ah, you’re seriously so smart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
I only do these things to see you smile, Sieun-ah. Obviously.
You know you’re like my favorite person ever, right?
Your eyes are seriously so pretty.
If it was anyone else, Sieun wouldn’t care. He probably wouldn’t even remember it happening. But whenever Suho would say those cheesy things, or hug his waist for what felt like an eternity, he couldn’t help the warm feeling in the bottom of his stomach. Suho made him feel like he was floating all the time, but this was so different. He couldn’t describe it if he wanted to. It was scary, in a sense, the way this feeling flowed through him like a river. But it was also calming how easy it felt, almost like breathing.
What was this called?
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Because of Suho’s sudden increase in affection, and Sieun’s unfortunate comfortability, nights when Suho worked were getting harder and harder. Studying was still second nature to him, but he couldn’t deny how much he ached for Suho’s presence and his playlist filling the room while Sieun quietly worked at his desk.
On one particular, cold November night, Sieun sat hovered over his Pre-calculus work. The clock on his desk was staring at him like a ticking bomb. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate and the headache he was suffering was award-winning. For the past few weeks, Suho hadn’t been home in time before Sieun went to sleep. He’d been picking up more shifts recently and Siuen wasn’t necessarily upset about it or anything. He admired how hard-working Suho was. He just missed him. When he woke up, Suho would sometimes be slumped on the couch, still in his work clothes from the night before. Sieun was at least happy that he wasn’t sleeping on desks anymore, but now a new concern arose. If his friend couldn’t even make it past the living room before crashing, how much help was Sieun really providing?
Sieun gripped his pen harder, trying not to think about it. He also tried not to think about how his clock read 1:34AM and Suho still wasn’t home yet. He was determined to stay up that night, so he could at least greet Suho and lead him back to bed.
It was about another ten minutes until Sieun heard his front door unlock. He shot right up, practically speed-walking to the door. When he met Suho’s eyes, he noticed right away how empty they looked. He seemed so distant and so, so exhausted. Sieun wanted to run and hug him. However, the look was gone in a second. As soon as he met Sieun’s eyes, it was almost like the life returned to Suho’s own eyes immediately.
Sieun didn’t even remember Suho crossing the room, but suddenly he was right in front of Sieun, and then he was hugging him tighter than ever. His face was buried in Sieun’s neck.
“You just saw me at school.” Sieun muttered, like his heart wasn’t racing and he wasn’t panicking less than an hour ago while waiting for his friend.
“Mhm. And that was almost twelve hours ago.”
After Suho showered and changed clothes, he carefully slid into bed with Sieun. They stared at each other for a while. It wasn’t awkward or questioned. It was simply bed peace. Sieun was the first to break the silence, asking the question that had been plaguing his mind for weeks.
“Why have you been working so late?”
“I always do this around this time of year. The longer I work now, the more weeks I get to have off during winter. It would also cover my pay for that time.” Suho’s voice was soft. “That way, I don’t have to drive around when the roads are snowy and icy.”
Sieun smiled a bit. He admired the way Suho thought about these things. Knowing he would get more weeks off because of the work he was doing now calmed Sieun. But still…
“I see you’re picking up old habits again.” Suho gestured his head to Sieun’s desk, filled with organized books and papers. “You ate tonight, right?”
“Yes.” Sieun didn’t eat that night. “And I’m not picking up old habits. I take breaks.”
Suho nodded. “But you’re not getting enough sleep.”
Sieun sighed. He sometimes hated the way Suho was able to read him like a book. “Final exams are coming up.”
Suho nodded again, turning on his back. He was staring at the ceiling now, appearing to be deep in thought. Sieun continued to stare at him.
He turned around, facing Sieu again. “Have you missed me?”
The burning knot in Sieun’s throat was back again. He swallowed it and managed to not squeeze his eyes shut. He’d already lied to Suho so much already, but honestly he feels like “miss” is too weak of a term. It felt more like a painful, agonizing longing that was slowly eating him alive.
So he just nodded, wordlessly.
And that seemed to be all that Suho needed because suddenly, he was scooping Sieun into a soft hug. It was the most comfortable hug that Suho had given him so far. Maybe it was because they were laying down and both exhausted. But Sieun had never felt this warm before. For the first time, Sieun wrapped his arms around Suho in return, giving him the tiniest squeeze.
“I missed you too, Sieun-ah.”
Sieun stared at the falling snow outside the window. Sometimes he wonders if he could see the snowflake’s individual designs if he squints hard enough. His concentration was interrupted by a loud screech from Yeongi.
Christmas Karaoke. Who the hell even comes up with that? Somehow, Christmas Karaoke was always far more serious to Yeongi and Suho than regular karaoke. Sieun used to wonder why, but then he realized they’re both children so it made sense.
“You bastard, you messed up the lyrics!” Yeongi pointed at Suho with her microphone.
“I’m sorry but not everyone grew up listening to hot shit as a Christmas tradition.” Suho bit back quickly.
“Shut up, dick!” She slapped his arm.
“Y’know what, I don’t need this from you right now. You’re ruining the Christmas spirit, Grinch.” Suho threw his mic at the couch, walking over and grabbing Sieun’s arm. “We’re gonna go get more drinks, you better be cooled off by the time we get back.”
“You two go do that.” Yeongi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I better not catch you two making out in a corner somewhere!” She yelled before Suho shut the door.
He blew raspberries at her. Children.
Sieun pressed two waters and a coke on the vending machine. “Why are you guys always angrier during Christmas?” He asked quietly, still staring at the vending machine while Suho pulled out his wallet.
“Because Yeong is literally the fucking Grinch. Did you see that shit?” He continued as he stuck his card into the reader, “I mean, she picks this totally ass song and then proceeds to get upset at me because I messed up one word! Keep in mind, I got all the other lyrics correct, and I’d never heard that shit in my life!”
Sieun felt his mouth beginning to smile. “You were off beat a little, but yeah. You did fine for your first time hearing it.” He shrugged, grabbing the drinks from the bottom of the vending machine.
“Sieun-ahhh,” Suho groaned, “Just take my side for once, please?”
“Excuse me?” They heard a soft, girly voice behind them.
They both turned. It was a girl who looked about their age. She had two cute hair clips on the right side of her hair. She had glasses and was wearing a cute skirt with pink-colored tights. She was pretty. Her attention, however, was focused on Suho.
She stared up at him. “Uhm— I was wondering if I could have your number? Or your Instagram, maybe?” She was already holding her phone out towards him, as if she just automatically expected Suho to accept.
A white, hot pit formed in the bottom of Sieun’s stomach. He felt it begin to flow throughout his entire body. He knew it would happen eventually. Suho didn’t seem like someone who wouldn’t have a girlfriend. He was naturally charming and beautiful. That still didn’t stop the resentment that filled Sieun whenever a random girl would come up to them in public and ask for Suho’s number.
Usually Suho just respectfully declines, flashing them a charming smile and then throwing his arm around Sieun’s shoulder. But right now, Suho was taking the phone from the girl’s hands.
Sieun couldn’t take it anymore. He walked back to the karaoke room, a little faster than a calm person would walk.
He slammed the door behind him, causing Yeongi to jump a bit. His breathing suddenly felt heavy, like really heavy. He ran a hand through his hair.
”Sieunnie.” Yeongi called, staring at him with a concerned look. “What’s going on? Where’s Suho?”
Sieun shook his head, walking to the couch and grabbing his coat and phone. “Talking to a girl.”
“Shit.” He heard her mutter, almost as if she knew why Sieun was so upset. “You’re leaving?” She asked, sounding a little disappointed.
Sieun looked up at her. “I’m sorry, Yeongi. I-I just…” he swallowed, unable to finish his sentence out of fear that he’d start crying.
Yeongi’s facial expression softened after this, almost like she came to an understanding. “It’s okay, Sieunnie. I’ll cover for you. But you two better confess to each other by the end of next week ‘cus I’m not losing my two best friends over their unresolved homo-erotic friendship.”
“Thanks.” Sieun tried not to roll his eyes before racing out of the karaoke bar.
The door to Sieun’s apartment unlocked about thirty minutes after he’d left karaoke. He was already laying in bed. Not even close to tired, just confused. He was confused about Suho and himself. If Suho was going to start dating some random girl he met at a karaoke bar, why the hell has he been treating Sieun like…that for the past month? The touches, the compliments, did all of that mean absolutely nothing to Suho?
If it did, Sieun wouldn’t know what he would do. To just cut Suho out of his life…it almost felt impossible. Someone who was so vital to Sieun’s happiness. Someone who is Sieun’s happiness. He felt so pathetic, allowing himself to rely on someone so much. Letting someone make him feel like he was on cloud nine everyday. It was Sieun’s fault for letting himself say yes to hotpot and karaoke all those times. It was Sieun’s fault for inviting Suho to live with him. It was Siuen’s fault for hugging Suho tighter and telling Suho he missed him and smiling at Suho-
“Sieun-ah.” Suho called softly from Sieun’s door, almost like he was scared to come in.
Sieun ignored him, his back still turned facing him.
He heard Suho walk over to the bed. He sat down. “Yeong told me you weren’t feeling good. Why didn’t you text me? I was worried sick.” He let out a soft chuckle that was dipped in relief.
Great. So he didn’t even notice Sieun leaving because he was so busy flirting. That only worsened Sieun’s mood.
“I would’ve, but you were busy.” Sieun eplied simply, still refusing to look at Suho.
He pictured Suho cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Busy…?”
Sieun sighed in frustration. When did Suho become so fucking dense? He sat up, finally looking at Suho. His hair was a little wet from the snow. It would’ve been cute if Sieun wasn’t so mad at him right now.
“You were with that girl. You seemed busy, so I left.” Sieun shrugged like it was no big deal. As if Suho and Sieun didn’t have an unspoken rule to let each other know where the other is at all times.
Suho frowned in confusion, pursing his lips together like he was planning his next words very carefully. “Ok, I think I’m missing something.” He said slowly, “Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?”
Sieun took a deep breath. Suho really was clueless. That was all Sieun needed to know. That was all the confirmation he needed. Suho didn’t love him that way.
“No.” Sieun swallowed, biting back tears. “You didn’t do anything.” He nodded before quickly covering, hiding himself under the covers. Tears streamed down his face immediately, not even caring that Suho was right there.
Suho sat for a while before finally standing up and going to the bathroom.
And Sieun cried. Sieun cried because it felt like all the happiness and hope he’d gained in the last few months drained from him in a matter of minutes. He cried because he felt all the good habits he’d obtained disappear, like they were never there. He can’t remember the last time he cried like this.
When Suho had finally gotten situated into bed, Sieun just had one thing on his mind. He needed to get it out there or he’d probably never get closure. “Suho.” He called, softly.
“Sieun-ah.”
Sieun’s heart squeezed. “That girl,” He said, quietly, almost like he didn’t even want Suho to hear. “Was she pretty?”
Suho seemed to think on it for a second. “Sure.”
Sieun nodded. Sure. “What about her eyes?” He closed his own, “Did you think those were pretty too?”
Suho didn’t respond to this. Instead, he turned on the bedside lamp and turned Sieun around, forcing them to make eye contact. His facial expression was serious, with a hint of confusion. “Sieun, if there’s something you aren’t telling me…I need you to be honest right now.”
Sieun just stared up at him through his eyelashes.
“Are you upset with me for talking to that girl?”
Sieun shut his eyes tight.
“Because if you are, I think you’ll be glad to know that I turned her down.”
Sieun opened his eyes. “Wait— what? Why?”
Suho looked towards the desk that stood across from the bed, carefully choosing his next words. “I was going to. I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere though. It doesn’t matter if a hundred girls asked me out, none of it would go anywhere.” He took a deep breath, before finally looking back into the eyes of the boy in front of him. “As long as you’re in my life, some girl asking me out doesn’t mean a thing.”
Sieun’s eyes widened. Was he…
“I guess…” Suho continued, cupping Sieun’s cheek with his hand, “I’m saying I love you, Sieun-ah.”
Sieun let out a shaky breath. So it didn’t just mean nothing. The happiness Sieun was hit with in this moment almost felt like whiplash. It was refreshing, the way it all came back to him, spreading throughout his entire body. “I love you, Suho-yah.” He breathed, “I love you too.”
Suho smiled, scooting closer on the bed. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.
Sieun didn’t even give him an answer before he was closing the distance between them. The kiss was slow and chaste. Suho’s hands traveled to Sieun’s waist. His lips were so, so soft, flavored with the cherry cola he was drinking earlier. Sieun was buzzing all over.
Neither of them were in a rush. They had all the time in the world now.