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He looked at him as he spoke and shook his head.  “Things like that happen…I could never hate you “  He said as he was about to wrap his arms around the other but stopped when he asked for coffee.  His stomach ended up turning and he nodded with a smile. “I”ll make some.”  He said as he soon turned to enter his kitchen and brew up some coffee.

“Hm, thank you.” Turning to slowly follow the other other into the kitchen area, Kiseop gets a twinge of something uncomfortable. Not that he’s ungrateful, but it’s all happening so fast. Just a moment ago he could cut the tension with a knife. Not just from his former spouse but from himself. It’s so easy to slip back into old familiar habits like touching or a kiss, but he had to be realistic. Takaki Yuya was his own person, with possible love interests. Kiseop would visit as often as asked but he decides right then and there not to pry or force himself on his ex. “I shouldn’t stay too long. But we’ll still have dinner sometime, yeah?”

“You know I kept them so I could remember you…”  He said softly as he walked over to him.  “But i’d like to make new memories” He gave him a soft smile.  “That’s if you’re okay with that I mean…”

Pressing his lips tight, he nods. “I have a bunch of them as well. I just... didn’t think you would too since I was gone so often. I was sure you hated me. The torture of knowing you could have had someone better...”, he stops himself. This is not how he intended the visit to go. Collecting himself once more he turns to Yuya with a bright new smile, “Yes, new memories- I’m excited.” The closer the other gets, the faster his heart races. “How about coffee?” blurts, trying to renew the mood and keep his mouth from doing something else when all it wants to do is make bad decisions too soon.

“Not so much” As he led the other further there was a pile in the corner of paperwork and all different varieties of projects.  “I don’t usually have people here so the rest of the apartment is pretty empty. “  He said as he closed the door behind the other. On one of the shelves was framed photos of the two of them that he never had the heart to get rid of.  He set down his keys on a nearby table and looked at the other.

“No?” Finally steps into the room. “Aside from formal papers and books, he sees it’s true. Not many personal items linger about. “No one?” pries a little. He’s curious about even the briefest of dates being there btu his curiosities are answered when his eyes find the photographs on the shelf, “Oh Yuya~”, covers his mouth. He’d rather pretend to casually notice them but with the guilt he’s felt over the years, it’s like undeserved blessing to find them there. His reaction can’t be helped, “I’m sorry... I just didn’t expect. Oh, these were good ones too.” Lifts one to fawn over it.

Bowing as well to the doorman, he keeps close to his host, for more reasons than one. Nodding once in the elevator, he assures the other with a smile that it can’t be worse than his potions lab. Surprised Yuya uses keys in Japan, he reminds himself that this must be a renovated building. Classier places are renovated these days as opposed to the repetitive layout of newer apartments. Head craning to look as far as he can from the vestibule when they move inside, Kiseop steps into the slippers but finds it hard to break from his spot, “Bwha~ It’s beautiful.” Secretly he thinks maybe their break up was for the best at the time as the other has done much better than their old brick loft in the city. It’s heart clenching but nonetheless, he’s very proud. “It’s so bright and open. You’ve done so well!”