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the cool night air filling the lungs has never felt so great before. muscles still ached after practice, the sweat dried on the walk to the car. all five of them were extremely exhausted to talk, a dead silence filling the eight-seater vehicle, so the only sound that could be heard were the tires rubbing against the road.
a few minutes later the car made a bluetooth connection sound — martin was scrolling through his endless playlist, sorting a perfect track queue, but everyone else was too terribly tired to complain about what he’s about to pick.
the two rear seats were twins’. everyone knew that. and today was no exception.
keonho rolled his window down, resting his head on his folded hands on the car door, looking outside.
the passing lights framed his defined side profile, his eyes sparkling and fading again and again.
seonghyeon was staring. not staring, in fact, he was admiring. despite keonho always saying how handsome seonghyeon is, he always thought the opposite. he found him the most attractive good-looking.
so at this, such a mesmerizing moment, he couldn’t take his eyes off of this boy.
and thanks to martin, lunch by billie eilish started playing.
his chocolate brown strands of hair, tousled by the wind. tan, honey skin glowing under the yellow light. the moles on his face, as if forming a constellation.
his eyes.
seonghyeon could drown in them. and right now, they were shining.
could keonho be any prettier? no, definitely not.
suddenly, he lifted his head. their eyes met. oh fuck.
“what?” keonho smiled softly, in his usual way.
seonghyeon shook his head, trying to look away.
“you were looking at me.”
“no.”
“yes you did,” he leaned closer, slightly tilting his head. “seonghyeon.”
seonghyeon looked up, his eyes finding keonho’s. oh god, this look of his.
for a moment, neither of them said a word. they simply held each other's gaze.
“tell me.” keonho whispered.
seonghyeon’s eyes slid to his lips. which was not very subtle.
I've said it all before, but I'll say it again
I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend…
the lyrics had never felt more fitting.
“seonghyeon-“
the car stopped.
“dibs on the shower!” martin paused the song.
“no way!” seonghyeon called back, getting out of the car.