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kibum chortled when his words were met with dongsunās quiet defeat admission. these waters they were testing were new. it was a talk about the past, yes, but they were living in the present. they werenāt fighting anymore, werenāt in the business of denial either. it was like giving a taste to a new path of what they could be if they stopped clashing like they often did.Ā Ā
ā like hell i will delete milk chocolate, ā he smiled, no spite nor teasing visible in his expression. he was content. it was the kind of ease that came after a heavy run, like finding the rays of light after a long walk in the dark.Ā ā i will treasure that one until my dying day and you canāt do anything about it. ā and this last remark was childish, but still in good-nature.
he took a few steps closer until he was right in front of the younger male. lips twitched as he observed dongsun for a good moment. like always, something delicate unfolded inside him and filled him with warmth at the vision. hands reached up to cup his face between them and while he did lean in, he didnāt force a kiss onto him. instead, he dedicated this space in time to watch him without tension or fights clouding his judgment.Ā
he could see the contours that had changed across the years. could see the little lines forming in places that spoke so much about him like the way he laughed, the stress and hardships he had gone through in the past twelve years, how often he smiled and furrowed his brow. his thumb brushed dongsunās cheek and he dedicated him an eye-smile, tender and adoring.
ā will you sing for me then? ā he asked, not letting go of his just yet.Ā ā or do i have to ask with a please followed by a kiss? ā he was teasing the elder now, but it held no malice like it often did whenever he wanted to rile him up with frustration. this was playful, flirty even. he was also closing the distance.Ā ā though you know how much i adore to kiss you. āĀ
this was new, kibum thought again as brown eyes flicked from dongsunās gaze to his lips. his heart was calm, nervous with anticipation, but it was not ringing in his ears like it did when they were at each otherās throats. it wasnāt the shy love that bloomed that spring when they were teenagers, no. this felt like flutters honeyed with a subtle charm he couldnāt quite describe. he gave dongsun one last tiny smile before he pressed his lips against his in a light contact. dongsunās lips were cold against his and everything was like a mixture of past and present.Ā
Ā Ā While Dongsun wanted to say that sending that stupid love-fueled song was the biggest mistake of his life, he also felt relief that he no longer had to hide its existence anymore. After so long, the recipient of the song to whom the song was written for somehow got to listen to it for himself. After everything that went down between them in the past, he was so sure there was no way he would let his former flame listen to it. But then, he never deleted it that resulted in a unique Valentineās for the both of them.
Ā Ā āI figured as much.ā He let out a breath. For the first time, there wasnāt annoyance to the manās voice at all. He feltā¦ relaxed, at ease even. āThe least you can do is never let anyone else hear this teenagerās obsession with some guy back in high school.ā He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring in a playful manner to the person in question. Whenever Dongsun looked back at how much he used to love the male before him, it made him feel embarrassed for himself. However, it was impossible to deny that he never loved him. Even a young fool like him during those days knew he did love Kiha with all his heart before.Ā
Ā Ā His body twitched in impulse when the older male cupped his cheeks. A familiar yet surprising gesture for the likes of the touch-deprived producerā¦ at least, until Kiha became shameless in his own advances. He had no idea what the silence was for, which was unlike the other. Nonetheless, it still made Dongsunās heart race as it always did, something that never changed even after more than a decade of absence and separation. The heart wants what the heart wants, he thought absentmindedly. A thought that came from out of nowhere, something he didnāt expect to experience in a romantic holiday of all days.
Ā Ā What happened to his so-called allergy towards anything romantic? By now, he would have pushed Kihaās hand away. He already got what he wanted from this day, so why did he push it again? What got him so compelled every time to act out his urges to do something like kiss the living lights out of poor defenseless Dongsun? It was like he wanted Dongsun to let him know that if he made him stop, then all of this would be gone-- and for good this time. And for some reason, Dongsun didnāt want him to stop.
Ā Ā He let out a defeated sigh, glancing away. āUgh, whatever. Letās just get it over with.ā This gentler side of the other maleā¦ It affected him in a different way, like he was weaker to resist at this side of Kiha. Dongsun hated that he still had a soft spot for the man after all this time. He was supposed to be bitter and jaded, damn it! Was this his age shining through? Or was he just an idiot for letting things be the way they were now?Ā
Ā Ā The kiss feltā¦ strange, but not in a way he wanted to push him away. It was reminiscent, it embodied Milk Chocolateās message back in the day; how the kisses tasted so sweet, how he felt like he would melt from the warm embrace, how he felt like it gave him a shot of energy he didnāt know he needed. And most of all, how sweetest the thought was that the person he kissed was the person he loved the most, who loved him too.
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