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The old house creaked in all the same places, as though its bones still remembered the footsteps of boys who had once run through its halls.
Same crooked porch swing, same dusty windowpanes catching the morning light as though it were a memory refusing to fade. But the silence wasn’t the same one they left behind. It wasn’t empty, just… matured. Like the house had learned how to hold everything they’d left behind the last time.
Sakuya stepped out onto the porch, two mugs of tea in his hands, and paused when he saw Ryo already sitting there, legs drawn up, chin resting on his knees, staring at the overgrown path.
“You always beat me out here,” Sakuya said, quietly impressed.
Ryo looked over his shoulder, smiling that small, private smile he didn’t show many people. “You always bring tea.”
Sakuya passed him a mug and sat beside him.
It was summer again. That same early stretch of the year when the world hadn’t fully woken up yet, but the promise of warmth clung to the air like a secret waiting to be spoken.
They were in their second year of university now. Same city, different campuses. Separate dorms, different friends. They had tried, for a while, to follow paths that didn’t include each other in every corner.
Sakuya had dated a girl in his dance club. Ryo had gone on a few casual dates with someone from his law classes. Nice people. Nothing wrong.
Except they weren’t each other.
There wasn’t any drama between them, just a quiet, mutual realization. That no one else could make the world settle into place the way the other did.
Still, nothing had changed between them, officially. And neither of them had said it out loud.
Daeyoung was inside, dancing around the kitchen barefoot, humming off-key while flipping pancakes. Riku sat at the table, admiring his boyfriend as if they had not seen each other in months.
“They’re still doing the will-they-won’t-they routine,” Daeyoung murmured as he passed behind Riku, glancing at the windows showing the now young adults.
Riku didn’t look up. “They’ll figure it out.”
“You sure? It’s been years.”
Riku finally glanced out the same window, where Sakuya and Ryo sat quietly, sharing silence like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Positive,” he said. “They’re just waiting for the right kind of quiet.”
Outside, Ryo blew softly over the rim of his mug.
“I missed this,” he said, softly.
“The house?” Sakuya asked.
“You,” Ryo answered, too quickly for it to be anything but the truth, then corrected himself with a laugh. “I mean. Yeah. The house too.”
Sakuya didn’t tease him. He just nodded, heart pounding for no good reason.
“You ever think…” Ryo started, then hesitated. “You ever think maybe we missed our shot?”
Sakuya turned to him, brows slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve been doing this forever. Whatever this is.” Ryo looked down at the mug in his hands. “And I don’t know if we’re stuck in it or scared to move forward.”
Sakuya said nothing for a long moment.
Then, “Every time I tried with someone else, I compared them to you.”
Ryo’s breath caught, just for a second.
“And they were fine,” Sakuya continued. “But they weren’t you. They didn’t know my favourite cafe orders, or why I hate taking the subway compared to busses. They didn’t… fit.”
Silence again. But this one was different.
“If that's the ‘stuck’ you’re referring to.” he added shortly after realising how Ryo said nothing.
Ryo didn’t look up when he spoke, just slowly nodded while his voice was clear.
“Then what are we doing?”
“I think,” Sakuya said slowly, “we’ve been waiting for the other to say it first.”
Ryo finally turned to him. His eyes are soft. Scared. Hopeful. The ones Sakuya remembers falling for a million days ago. The ones he looks for in every other person he’s tried to pursue but failed to every time. The ones he hopes to find in every universe because he can’t imagine one that exists without them.
“So say it.”
And Sakuya, who had been carrying the weight of that something close to love that Riku mentioned years ago, finally did.
“I love you,” he said. Quiet and certain. “Well, I’m not sure what ‘love’ is but somehow every path always leads back to you.”
Ryo’s shoulders sagged, like something in him had finally been released.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “Whatever ‘love’ means between us.”
Later that evening, the sky slowly melted into shades of peach and lavender. That same old countryside glow, the kind that made the air feel heavy with memory, settled around them.
Dinner had been messy and loud. Laughter mixed with the scent of burnt pork belly that Sakuya insisted was Michelin-star worthy and Riku who playfully scolded Ryo for nearly setting the place on fire. Daeyoung sat back and watched the scene unfold before him, a quiet smile resting on his face. He lingered on the moment a little longer than the others, holding onto it with a fondness reserved for things that felt rare and fleeting. The quiet and steady love that only a family like this could build.
Once dinner ended, they all ended up back at the same stretch of road. The cracked one lined with wildflowers and weeds, the one they’d raced down years ago. Back when love was still unspoken between the youngest two and the future felt far away.
Now, it was here.
Ryo stood in the center of the road and turned around with a glint in his eye. “Still got some energy?”
Sakuya blinked. “You mean for a piggyback race?”
Ryo grinned. "What else?”
Daeyoung was already crouching in front of Riku, who laughed and shook his head but climbed on anyway.
Sakuya sighed dramatically, but held out his arms. “Come on, then.”
Ryo ran at him with no hesitation, laughing as Sakuya caught him like he always had. Something about this time felt more free. Same road, same weeds surrounding it too, yet somehow the wind that blew through Ryo’s hair and the rhythm of the steps Sakuya took felt different now.
Two pairs that moved like reflections of a similar story. Same path. Same sunset at their backs.
This time, they knew. Not only about themselves but also what each other felt.
Daeyoung turned his head mid-run and shouted back to Sakuya, “Careful, you’re carrying precious cargo!”
Ryo shouted, “He better be, he finally confessed!”
Sakuya nearly tripped, laughing so hard he had to stop and let Ryo slide down to the ground. But instead of pulling away, Ryo just wrapped his arms around him from behind, forehead resting between his shoulder blades.
“I’m glad it was always you,” he said, barely audible.
Sakuya closed his eyes.
“Me too.”
Farther up the road, Daeyoung spun around with Riku still on his back, walking backwards like it was nothing.
“This is it, huh?” Riku said softly.
Daeyoung nodded. “Feels like we're looking at a mirror.”
“Makes me want to protect them forever.” Riku added.
Behind them, Sakuya and Ryo slowly walked side by side, no longer trying to hide something they called their feelings. Hands brushed once, twice, then finally, fingers laced like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And just like that, they walked together into the deepening dusk.
No longer boys wondering what love might be.
But four people who had found it together, all aspects of it.