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Shota's noticed something, or he's somehow noticed that he hasn't noticed something. Jongseob plays The Sims a lot, or at least, Shota thinks he does. It was only recently that he noticed that, seemingly anytime he left the dorm, Jongseob's Discord status showed that he was playing The Sims again. He noticed it once, then every time he's left the dorm, he's noticed the same thing.
Jongseob always liked to spectate Shota while he played single-player games himself. So, if The Sims was Jongseob's favorite game, which Shota assumed was so due to how much time he spent playing it, why wouldn't he let Shota watch him play? Shota had almost taken a sort of offence at the matter. He couldn't narrow down why Jongseob wouldn't have at least asked if Shota wanted to watch him play at some point; any point.
The conversation was much too awkward to begin. Shota couldn't think of a way to bring it up in natural conversation whatsoever without coming off as interrogative, as well as strangely interested in Jongseob. Maybe the truth was that he was strangely interested in his dormmate, but he at least didn't need to let him know that.
So instead, Shota devised a simple plan. The plan went as follows: pretend to leave, then wait for Jongseob to start playing, and then go back to the dorm. It should be easy enough. Shota always made sure to tell Jongseob when and where he was going, so simply returning earlier than what he promised wasn't hard.
At least, it wasn't supposed to be hard. Somehow, after numerous attempts at that plan, Shota failed to execute it properly each time. Well, he had done his part flawlessly, but Jongseob had abruptly closed the game each time Shota entered. If it were one time, Shota would have brushed it off as a simple coincidence, but the issue became increasingly suspicious after the multiple failures.
Shota wouldn't consider himself a paranoid person, but he certainly began to feel like one. Did Jongseob truly decide to stop playing out of pure chance? What could possibly be worth hiding from him, that he would go to the extent of shutting the whole game down as soon as Shota crept the door open?
New plan! The new plan: come back to the dorm early from class and sneak in as quietly as possible. They had entirely different lecture schedules, so it should work out. Though this plan wasn't carefully thought out by any means. Entirely spontaneous, based on a whim when Shota had quickly checked his pings from Discord to be met with that 'Playing The Sims' stats again.
Shota approached the dorm, the whole way there, phone clutched in his hand. He kept Discord open as well, eyes falling back down every so often just to ensure Jongseob had kept the game open.
When he reached his dorm he sighed to himself briefly, a small weight lifted from atop him, knowing that beyond the door, Jongseob surely would be playing The Sims. He couldn't outsmart him this time. A much bigger weight then plopped down on either shoulder when Shota then realized the cruciality of this moment. If he messed up now, it would just make him look weird. There was really no way to explain himself at this point. He knew it was entirely irrational to want to see someone else's game of The Sims, but by god, he had already made it this far; he'd be damned to give up now.
Shota every so carefully twisted the doorknob open, being as quiet with the key as humanly possible. Upon entering, he made sure to tiptoe then as well. Luckily, Jongseob had a habit of sitting backwards from the entrance of the door to lean his back on his bedframe while he used his gaming laptop, so all Shota had to do was keep silent. Shota holds in his breath as he sneaks, much too tense.
He's thankful to have a clear view of the display, one that's easily accessible from behind Jongseob's back. Shota silently steps closer, lowering himself to be at an eye-to-eye level with the screen. Shota's eyes first fixed on what the two sims were doing. 'Woohoing' is the term coined by the game, but because it was a game mechanic, he wasn't questioning what he saw until he focused on the individual sims displayed in the lower left corner.
His eyes widened upon further inspection; the selected sim had the same brown hair, haircut, and clothing style as him. Most importantly, the features were unmistakably meant to mimic Shota's own. Jongseob must've even had custom content installed; the resemblance was beyond that of the minimum effort that the base game would provide. Then, the other sim, there were only two, one aside from Shota's own. The other sim was surely representing Jongseob himself, no buts about it. Everything aligned. There was his long black hair, and that grey jacket he liked to wear so much as well; he had found a replica of it. That face too...
Unfortunetly enough, Shota's reaction was audible. An embarrassing gasp of sorts. Resulting in Jongseob quickly slamming his laptop shut, as he suddenly began to cough loudly. Shota, who had been posed in an awkward squat in order to view Jongseob's laptop in the first place, fell over backwards. His eyes slammed shut at first reacting to the impact of pain, but he then instinctively opened them in a panicked frenzy, knowing he had been caught. They had both been caught. Shota opens his eyes dizzily, meeting gaze with an extremly worried looking Jongseob, whose hand is held out for Shota's reach.
"Shota, are you ok?" Jongseob questions, lifting Shota from the ground.
"Uh," Shota begins, awkwardly trying to come up with a response.
"You saw it, right?" Jongseob asks, his tone as if Shota had discovered a severed head in their fridge. Shota swallowed dryly but nodded regardless, seeing no feasible way to lie, despite very much wanting to. "Oh my god," Jongseob places a hand on his head, scratching his scalp panickldy.
"It's ok," Shota offers.
"How can this be ok?" Jongseob shakes his head, resting his face in his hand.
Shota pauses for a moment, hesitantly starting, "I just… I was wondering why you kept playing The Sims every time I left the dorm. I thought maybe you didn't want to play it when I was around, but then I thought, 'Jongseob's favorite game must be The Sims if he plays it so much, why not let me watch?'"
"Huh?" Jongseob hums.
"It shows as your display status on Discord, so I noticed it and got curious. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, Jongseob-ah…" Shota explains.
"It's not… your fault," Jongseob sighs, rubbing his temple, then dropping his arm back down, "I shouldn't have been hiding this from you anyway," he says guiltily.
"So… is this…" Shota pauses, unsure of how to word his thoughts properly. "You like me?" Shota asks, pointing at himself doubtfully.
"I like you," Jongseob admits, shamefully, looking down solemnly at the floor.
Shota nods stiffly, "That's ok, I like you too, Jongseob."
"Can you just forget…" Jongseob trails off for a moment, then looks back up. "Seriously?" Jongseob half shouts.
"Hey, why would I lie about that?" Shota questions, feeling a bit insulted.
"No, no," Jongseob frantically shakes his hands, "I didn't mean it like that, I was just surprised, is all."
Shota shifts seriously, frustrated at Jongseob's misrepresentation, "Why?" he questions, planting a hand onto Jongseob's shoulder.
Jongseob looks to his side, eyeing Shota's hand before his reply, "I didn't think it was possible, I guess."
"Jongseob-ah, you're making me upset," Shota sighs, stepping closer into Jongseob.
"I didn't… mean to?" Jongseob questions. Shota tilts his head. Jongseob then adds, "I'm sorry?"
Shota rolls his eyes, "Stop apologizing."
Jongseob tenses up. Shota notices the shift of Jongseob's skin against his palm. "Alright," Jongseob complies.
At this point, they're too close to each other not to take things further. So they do, neither one of them thinking much of it when they somehow end up exchanging their upper and lower lip. Shota brings his other arm up to take hold of Jongseob entirely, a hand on either side, slowly sliding down into place along Jongseob's waist. Jongseob, who had just been so nervous to speak a word a few moments ago, has seemingly become confident once more. His movements seem articulate, calculated as if he had brainstormed this exact scenario before. Of course, Shota had too, so that was how he could tell. One of Jongseob's hands begins to wander, but as soon as it rises, it makes only a few seconds under Shota's shirt before Jongseob rips his hand away and pulls back. Shota subconsciously chases Jongseob's face at the separation, though Jongseob leans away.
"I didn't mean to put my hand under," Jongseob clarifies.
Shota hums, "Hmm? Why not, though?"
"Uh," Jongseob blinks.
Shota reaches for Jongseob's hand gently, placing it back under carefully, guiding it upwards, then back down slowly, stopping their hands in place at the checkpoint of the middle of his stomach. "See, it's fine. Nothing happened. Don't be scared," he smiles innocently. Jongseob opens his mouth, but doesn't reply. "I saw what you were doing with those sims," Shota shrugs.
"Ah, that was really bad timing, really," Jongseob groans, laughing a bit dryly.
"Will you let me watch you play now?" Shota teases.
Jongseob rolls his eyes, "Well, there's nothing to hide anymore." Shota lets go of Jongseob's hand, but Jongseob stays still in position. Shota smirks at that, satisfied in his efforts. He leans back in, and surely enough, they meet in the middle once more. Being the braver of the two, Shota takes it upon himself to be the first to slip in tongue, which is all the more rewarding when it is so eagerly responded to. Shota's giggles are lost to the kiss, but he can feel the small vibration of the noise echoing off of Jongseob's lips. Jongseob's hands graze Shota's upper chest, then fall back toward his hips to lift the cloth up entirely. They both pull back temporarily. Shota stays in place, allowing Jongseob to remove the shirt from him all on his own. Tossing it off somewhere, they begin again. An endless loop replays like that, over and over, as if they were those sims Jongseob had created. Repeatedly crashing together again and again, as if there was no other option, rather a pre-determined destiny selected for them.