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Itâs a familiar smell, a familiar sound, a familiar feeling the moment he steps inside the house. Itâs been months since heâd been home, the last time having been in much lower spirits, and this time he isnât even sure why heâs visiting - maybe to solidify his mothers peace of mind. The last time heâd left with his head down and eyes brimming with tears he wouldnât yet let fall. It had been a difficult time, in which heâd not really known what to do with himself, but visiting home had helped, even if the visible effects were invisible; his eyes still swam with tears, his heart still ached so much he found it hard to talk.
But that had all changed, and coming home this time his head was held high, heart light, as if the weight that had been suffocating him had been lifted. In a way it had, but he the reason wasnât important today, no today was for family. Real family. So it was pleasant, to be able to walk into the warmth of his family home and kick his shoes off at the door.
âGuess whoâs home!â He called out, a bright smile spreading over his lips as he heard chatter die down from the kitchen, then a sudden rush of footsteps, belonging to, it seemed, his sister, her petite figure appearing in the doorway at the other end of the hallway. He managed to get a look at her for only a couple seconds before a squeal passed her lips and she was headed straight for him, jumping at him like the monkey Hansol often referred to her as.
Wanna be friends? [ ] Yes [ ] No
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As she looked up she saw a familiar face at the end of the floor. Wasnât it Hansol? Jiyoon wanted to start waving, but maybe it would end up in a too awkward way. She shouldered her bag and walked towards him. He was a newbie, but they got in touch through several classes before she became trainee. Hansol was  a friendly soul, yet kind of shy and anxious. She didnât like people being alone, but he looked fine with it. StillâŚJiyoonâŚ.generally wanted to be friends with everyone or at least friendly. In case the person didnât like it she wouldnât bother.Â
Jiyoon approached Hansol and bowed politely. âHi there~ how are you?â, she smiled.
The almost empty coffee cup in his hands, barely retaining any heat anymore, was brought to his lips, the last of the liquid drained from the cup then the cardboard tossed into a nearby trash can as he walked down the corridor, mind slipping off to thoughts of what he might do before work that night. Heâd wanted to get more practise done in a free room - he usually spent a few of his free hours there, brushing up dances he was learning, or simply letting his body flow with the music in the semi-darkness.
The coffee heâd grabbed from the cafeteria wasnât amazing, but heâd needed a bit of a kick - heâd not gotten much sleep the night before, and was currently having a few distracted days, though dancing definitely helped clear his head. Nothing helped cheer him up like dancing did - it was like a shot of ecstasy pumped right into his veins.
However he was heading out when he heard his voice spoken, making his head whip up, eyes falling on a figure he knew from classes heâd sometimes spent with her. He wouldnât exactly call them friends, but they definitely werenât strangers. He was, however, slightly taken aback at the fact sheâd approached him and wanted to talk to him - heâd always seen her as someone to look up to in a way, she was talented, and he didnât really think sheâd paid much attention to his existence (he was working on trying to get his name out there and for people to notice him more).
âOh, hi! Iâm good, yeah, thanks for asking. And you?â
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Shit â fuck, Byungjoo closed his eyes and inwardly groaned, he had the damn image of Hansolâs hand wrapped around his â well, you know. Pretty fingers and soft skin and the otherâs hot breath against his neck as he muttered words that drove Byungjoo mad â wow, too vivid of an image. He had to stop from thinking like that, because if he did for too long, heâd have a seriously big problem. He was already feeling too hot, already feeling too much of everything because of Hansol.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked at the other again; a bit more serious â âI just want to go at whatever pace you want.I want to do this together, step by step. I want to show you my love in every way possible.â Â
It was cute, the way he damped down the âblowjobâ mention to a simple handjob. Hansol hadnât been thinking when heâd spoken, but he knew that was a stretch to mention just yet - he hoped he hadnât freaked him out, but Byungjoo did a good job of pretending heâd not said what he had. Â Hansolâs cheeks still flushed. He didnât know whether to coo, laugh, or blush at the way Byungjoo stuttered a reply, and an awkward one at that. It was to be expected from him, heâd only just started kissing, other things didnât have to come into it until he was ready. Hansol was in no rush.
He couldnât help but think about it himself, though, his hand in places he really shouldnât think about it being. Shoving the thought from his mind instantly he gave a slight shake of his head, licking his lips and clearing his throat hurriedly. He wanted to go at Byungjooâs pace, only doing things he wanted to do himself, so he gave a slow shake of his head.
âWe can go at whatever pace you want to, we donât have to do anything until youâre ready to. Until you want to for sure.â His voice was soft, a hand gently reaching out to take Byungjooâs, fingers messily weaving between Byungjooâs own, not even caring if their fingers were smushed or in the right places or not.
Trying not to think about it was difficult, especially since it was Byungjoo. He was perfect, and some part of Hansol liked to think they were made for each other. Heâd never clicked this way with anyone before. It was only natural that he wanted to see more, feel more, experience things with Byungjoo and put his complete trust in the elder.
âReally, I just want you to be comfortable, Joo.â Again, voice soft, he let his head hang slightly, eyes falling - though a second later he wished he hadnât. His eyes fell on Byungjooâs lap involuntarily, then widened at the sight of a slowly forming tent in his pants. The blush that seemed almost permanently fixed on his cheeks during that evening returned, flushing his pale skin, teeth biting down on his lower lip, because it was, in a way, endearing - something so simply as the thought of it had gotten him in such a state.
God, he really was smitten.
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He had never been so nervous before; and he performed with the Nova Traineeâs before! â Hansol was a whole different level, Hansol made his heart beat cray and his mind go fuzzy.
âSo,â he finally breathed out, âOther than kissing um, what do couples do? I mean, we just started this relationship but further on⌠Iâm not sure what to do actually. I mean I want to do stuff and I know some stuff; but going about it? Bringing it up? Itâs all very new to me.â
It was everything heâd wanted for the most part of the last year, and with the added months of fear that he might never see Byungjoo again, he knew to appreciate him so much more. He couldnât possibly take this for granted when only weeks ago heâd not known where he was, or if heâd ever be able to tell he him he felt. The months with Byungjoo had been messy and painful, unpleasant and full of nothing but tears and regret, but that was behind them, Byungjoo had been through so much more than Hansol had, and heâd, at points, wondered if heâd ever be happy again - he couldnât imagine how Byungjoo felt during those days locked in his parents house.
But they were okay now, they had each other. He could make sure Byungjoo was okay, and in turn heâd be okay - as long as he had Byungjoo he knew heâd be okay. There were people who meant a lot to him in his life, but Byungjoo meant the most. He and Hansolâs family were his top priority, and he didnât know how heâd survive without them.
Heâd cherish this relationship, savour it and let it blossom like a beautiful flower - though his feelings were far from new, this whole situation was.
His eyes lifted to meet Byungjooâs as he began to talk, though the words he spoke urged a rose blush to creep onto his cheeks, teeth gnawing on his lower lip as he found himself thinking of what Byungjoo could be hinting at - he wanted to hit himself for letting his mind wander, because all it did was make his cheeks flush brighter. Hansol himself had experience, not a lot, but enough to know where to start.
It took a moment, but he finally calmed the blush, falling comfortably into the new situation, insinuating how far their relationship might go. Of course there would be that to take into account - they were both at that age where a relationship should incorporate things along those lines, so with a slow breath he dropped his eyes to his lap and hummed.
âWell⌠Yâknow.â He started stiffly, giving a embarrassed, short laugh. âOh god, you know, blowjobs and- ⌠stuff!â Lifting his hands hurriedly he covered his face, trying not to let Byungjoo see how brightly his cheeks flamed.
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Some people never knew how to take no for an answer, never understood what âIâm not interestedâ, or âIâm takenâ meant absolutely no. The brisk pace, heading toward the street market hadnât deterred the girl from hurrying along beside him, asking him questions about himself - heâd never encountered any this persistent, but he really couldnât be rude to a young girl; she looked sixteen, and that was only at a stretch.
âIâm sorry, Iâm really not interested. Iâm seeing someone.â He hurriedly replied as she once again asked him on a date. âAnd where are they?â
âIâm going to meet them now.â Why did he say that?! Now sheâd expect to see him meeting this significant other, when in fact said significant other was working in a completely different area to where he currently was. He needed a decoy, and quickly.
Turning into the street market his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into his skin painfully as he tried not to shout. All he wanted was to spend a peaceful afternoon buying ingrediants to make dinner that night, a proper dinner after many nights of nothing but take out, but here he was, being bombarded with questions.
There was only one way to get rid of her, so letting his eyes scan over the people close by they fell on a girl nearby and he hoped to god she wouldnât slap him for this.
âHey, sweetie!â He called out, raising a hand to wave, as if trying to get her attention. Hurrying over he reached out to grab her hand, turning to give a pointed look to the girl. âTell this squirt that Iâm taken, wouldya? She wonât take no for an answer.â So maybe he was a little snippy, but his afternoon had gone from pleasant to terribly annoying in seconds.
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` coexisting
[ ... ]
Taking the otherâs hand in his own, he brought it to his lips and brushed them over the ring before kissing his knuckles, then moving his hand so Hansolâs palm was facing up, he kissed each finger before putting his hand to Byungjooâs cheek, and closing his eyes.
âI love you.â
Elation spun through him, wove into his veins and around his organs like golden thread, warmer than the kiss of sun against his skin in early summer - it made his head spin and his heart pound, his palms sweat just a little and his lips tug into the widest grin, making his cheeks ache within minutes. He couldnât remember the last time heâd felt this happy, if he ever had in his entire life. The fluttering warmth was unfamiliar in the most refreshing way and half of Hansol wanted to simply bathe in the feeling in silence, while the other half wanted to exchange those three words and multiple kisses with Byungjoo.
The affectionate side won as Byungjooâs lips met his own and he was drawn into a kiss that tugged the breath from his lungs and left the world spinning around him. After a second the spinning stopped but the world too simply disappeared and they were left in this mass of nothing but them and Hansol loved it - nothing mattered but Byungjoo. Nothing mattered besides his smile and his heart and his warm hands and his soft touch. Hansol loved him with his entire heart and had for so long now that he felt he could finally breath.
The tongue swiping over his lower lip caught him by surprise - he knew Byungjoo had never been in a relationship, never even had a first kiss before. Theyâd never talked to a great extent about their previous relationships, but it had been mentioned in passing once - Hansol had neglected to mention the lack of real relationships himself; he was ashamed that all experience he had was gained from people he never had feelings for anyway. So that little step further from Byungjoo both surprised, and impressed Hansol - heâd kissed someone whoâd never kissed before and it hadnât been a pleasant experience, but it seemed Byungjoo was a natural.
His lips parted, arms loosely curling round the elders neck as he kissed him slowly, tentatively swiping his tongue out to meet Byungjooâs. But it ended too soon and Hansol almost pouted as Byungjooâs plush lips disappeared. It was easy, however, to break into a grin as he spoke, watching him kiss over his hand, then bring it to his own cheek. Letting his thumb gently brush over his cheekbone he took a shaky breath, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, letting his own linger for a second.
âYouâre so ridiculously perfect. How did I ever get so lucky?â
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âI love how you make me smile, and I love how you make me feel special. I love how you look out for me; how you honestly care about me and even opened your home for meâŚI love your comforting smiles and soft hands, and long lashes and bow shaped lips that look really pretty and feel soft and I love the sound of your laugh. I just love everything about you. And I ⌠here,â  he clumsily reached out for Hansolâs hand and slid the ring on his ring finger, âI promise you, that Iâll give you my heart and I hope you can give me yours.â
It was peaceful, sitting there, leant against Byungjoo as the movie played. In all honesty he hadnât expected to be interested in the movie, his mind was too preoccupied with the perfect person beside him, the feeling of his warm palm against his own, the slender fingers weaved between his own. Losing himself in the sound of the elders breathing he soon leant his head against his shoulder, letting the scent that lingered on Byungjoo surround him and trickle into his senses, leaving a dreamy smile fixed on his lips.
It was almost relaxing to the point of drowsiness, a fog starting to cloud in his mind as he shifted a little where he sat, letting the comfort of Byungjoo beside him, holding his hand, clear his mind and suffocate him under a blanket of warmth - it wasnât unpleasant though, even though he didnât want to fall asleep, he liked that he was able to, having not trusted anyone enough to sleep around them in years.
But he was dragged from beneath the fog and the warmth back to complete consciousness at the sound of Byungjooâs voice. He lifted his head quickly to peer up at him, noting the hesitance in his voice, how he sounded, in a way, nervous. He half wanted to break into a smile and laugh at Byungjooâs incapability to pick what words he wanted to say. But he bit it back and simply nodded, shifting a little so that he could see him better.
His breath caught in his throat and the room seemed to spin slightly as Byungjoo spoke - had the kiss not happened Hansol may have fainted at the words now being said, the confession being made. Heâd never expected someone as wonderful as Kim Byungjoo to ever feel anything remotely akin to what he felt for him - Byungjoo deserved all the love in the world, whereas Hansol never really thought he himself did. Hansol wasnât special like Byungjoo, he didnât have these beautiful eyes so full of kindness that Byungjoo had had from the moment heâd met him. He didnât have warm hands that made Hansolâs stomach do flips every time he got to hold them in his own somewhat smaller ones.
But it was as he tugged something from his pocket that Hansolâs eyes finally left his and shifted to his hand. As he presented the rings something inside Hansolâs chest began to glow, warmth spreading in tingles from the very depths of his chest, reaching out in tiny waves to the tips of his fingers. And then those three words Hansol had never let himself hope to ever hear directed at him.
Tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes and he hurriedly bit his lip, urging himself not to cry. He couldnât talk, he could only listen as Byungjoo spoke, as he poured out his heart and drowned Hansol in the things heâd been dreaming of hearing for the most part of a year already. His hands were shaking as Byungjoo slid the ring onto his finger, and only then did he let the tears fall - they drew rivers down his cheeks until Byungjoo stopped talking and all Hansol could manage to do was throw his arms round the elders neck and press his face into his shoulder with a choked sob.
âYou already have mine⌠Youâve had it since before you left-â Turning his head he hurriedly, but sloppily, began peppering kisses over the side of his neck, up towards his jawline, over his cheek and finally to his lips, pressing short, sweet kisses to the plush tiers before leaning his forehead to his.
âI love you too. God, I love you.â

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Yes, he can say with confidence that he loved Hansol; that the erratic beat of his heart in his chest as the other smiled at him was meant to be there. The fuzzy feeling in his head and the butterflies â yes the damn butterflies, which resided seemingly permanently in his stomach.
âYou look nice,â he blurted out; yet again vomiting his words. Inwardly smacking himself, Byungjoo cleared his throat â âI mean, you always look nice, but um⌠yes, right. I made popcorn.â Gesturing to the bowl he put on the table, he shot the other a sort of half smile before glancing down.
It wasnât exactly the prospect of watching a movie with Byungjoo that left Hansolâs insides twisting and turning with untouched excitement. It was the thought of being sat beside him in a dimly lit room, only inches away from being able to reach across and thread his fingers with Byungjooâs own, maybe lean in and lay his head on his shoulder, breathe in his familiar, yet sorely missed scent. It was the same as before heâd left, the same soft smell that lingered on his skin, still remained there, bringing back waves of nostalgia.
His eyes followed Byungjoo as he grabbed a movie and headed out to the living room. He fit into the dynamics of the apartment so easily that Hansol couldnât imagine ever having anyone else live in the apartment with him. It was like Byungjoo simply belonged there, making his own messes, leaving his own mark. He could hear him moving around in the other room, and it drew a smile to his lips - heâd been imagining this, the subtle reminders of having someone else living with him, Byungjoo living with him. It was easy to ignore, but heâd tuned himself into every sound Byungjoo made because it was so important.
The door was left open as he exited Byungjooâs bedroom, glancing back over his shoulder with the ghost of a smile on his lips - the apartment felt more like home than it had ever felt. Fingers trailed along the wall between the door to Byungjooâs room and his own, footsteps slow as he focused on listening to the sound of someone else in the apartment. He slipped inside his room and grabbed a sweater, now, as he wasnât moving as much, the slight chill that always lingered in the apartment crept across his skin. Tugging the large sweater over his head he made his way back to the living room, eyes falling on Byungjoo sat on the couch.
The words Byungjoo spoke sent a rush of tingles through his body, butterflies slamming themselves in every direction within his chest. It was difficult to bite back  to smile that tugged at his lips, or push back the blush that crept onto his cheeks. He didnât reply instantly, only reaching over to turn out the light, as the light from the TV and the small lamp beside the couch would be enough. The couch dipped under his weight as he sat beside Byungjoo, reaching over to turn on the lamp, the dull orange glow spilling minimal light into the room. It hardly mattered, however - Hansol didnât think heâd be able to focus very much on the movie when Byungjoo was so close beside him, arms brushing together already.
âWhat movie did you pick?â Whether it was the right moment to or not, Hansol carefully slid his hand over, gently slipping his slightly smaller hand into Byungjooâs and threading their fingers together.
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What he really wants to do is present Hansol with the promise ring he  got the day after confessing his feelings â a ring to show how heâs serious about being Hansolâs boyfriend. He remembered how nervous he was when he asked the women at the counter for two matching sterling silver rings with HanJoo engraved inside.
Kinda incredibly nerve racking actually.
The spare room remained exceptionally bare compared to Hansolâs own, which sported cloth wall hangings, fairy lights, candles and little cacti and succulents. The soothing scent of incense wafted from within regularly, lingering in the air with the fresh smell of newly watered plants and the familiar musk of his own rarely worn cologne which had managed to slither into every corner of his room even though it had been so seldom opened. Though things were arranged in similarly, the bed in the same corner, opposite the desk, which lay bare in Byungjooâs room, but in Hansolâs was scattered with pencils and paintbrushes, splattered with dried paint and littered with discarded jewellry.
His eyes lifted to settle on Byungjoo as he replied, his fingers fiddling with a loose thread hanging from, the sleeve of the shirt. It was soft, though had that familiar scratchiness of a shirt that wasnât all that expensive, but still managed to pass for something worth more than a couple thousand won. His eyes slid back to the pile of clothes, noting the few items, before getting back to work on folding things and setting them neatly in the dresser.
Hips swaying, teeth mindlessly gnawing on his lower lip Hansol sped through the tidying and sorting - it had always been something he was good at, not that he particularly cared about having things neat and orderly. His own bedroom was a mess of misplaced objects and articles of clothing, though once upon a time it had been left in presentable conditions on the odd occasion when he decided to tidy up - until he decided not to bother any longer, the mess always creeping back in almost as soon as it was sorted out.
Head turning as he got to his underwear he paused, hands resting on a pair of boxers. A smile crept onto his lips easily at the suggestion and he gave a hurried, enthusiastic nod. âIâd like that. You can pick the film since itâs a special âmoving-inâ day. I shouldâve got a cake or something.â Hurriedly folding his underwear he tried not to blush or think to much about them as he put them away, finishing quickly, though pretty sure his work on that drawer hadnât been all that tidy. He had to reprimand himself more than a few times for letting his thoughts wander to problematic places.
Turning once done he broke into a grin and rested his hands on his hips. âAll done! Câmon, letâs go pick a film.â His eyes locked on Byungjooâs, though for a split second dropped to his lips, memories of the kiss theyâd shared the last time Byungjoo was in his apartment rushing back to him in heavy waves, the elation heâd felt filling him from head to toe. Heâd not been able to stop thinking about it completely over the past couple days, involuntarily remembering the way Byungjooâs lips felt against his own.
He couldnât help but hope that it would go somewhere, now that they lived together. For the longest time already heâd wanted to be able to call him something more than a friend - a boyfriend - but he wondered if heâd have the courage to ask the question himself anytime soon, or if Byungjoo might want the same thing, might ask it himself.
He didnât know, but for now he wanted to relax and have fun, enjoy each others company and let the situation settle - he wanted them to be happy, even if he had to wait for the entirety of what he wanted.
` coexisting
For a long time Hansolâs apartment had been his means of escape. It was the one place Hansol knew he could go to to be alone, to think and hide away from the world. The blurred lies of all the time heâd spent there, reluctant to even leave for groceries, ended up forgotten, and Hansol was no longer able to remember just how long heâd kept himself closed off from the world. Heâd memorised just how the crack in the paint on the ceiling of his bedroom curved round the light fixture, and the hum of the boiler starting up in the morning as he turned on the hot water for his shower. Heâd immersed himself in the sounds of the city filtering in through the open window, along with a cool, night breeze which gently caressed Hansolâs cheeks and left him relaxed - something he was, in those months after heâd drowned beneath his own woe, finding it hard to recapture.
He liked living alone at first - he liked the silence, or the sound of his own music fluttering through the small apartment, uninterrupted by unwelcome voices, or unexpected music, unknowingly competing for the space to fill with its sound, with his own music. But after certain events it had left him feeling more alone than ever, the silence that had been so comforting before, after a house full of children younger than him and parents forever enthusiastic, the change of volume had been nice - but it consumed him and ate away at the weakest bits, penetrating his mind with its scaly fingers.
So setting up the spare room, which had been Hansolâs art studio slash library slash storage room, was beginning to become a task that Hansol couldnât wait to finish. To banish the silence and the cold, hard edges of his apartment with the sounds of even anotherâs breath, especially Byungjooâs, had Hansol hopeful, desperate and impatient. He carried boxes heavier than himself (or at least he claimed he had) and all through the strength gained from the excitement, he reassured Byungjoo that he wanted him there - that nothing would make him happier than living with Kim Byungjoo.
Every box now inside the apartment the progress slowed - figuring out where to put everything was their challenge ahead, but their smiles never left their faces, or not Hansolâs at least. He imagined the simple sound of footsteps from the other room, the breathing from across the room when everything was exceptionally quiet. He imagined the âgood morningâs, and the âgoodnightâs, his heart swelling with a sudden warmth that spread like wildfire to the apples of his cheeks.
âShould I start putting your clothes away for you?â His voice rang out clear over the music theyâd put on, eyes already locked on Byungjoo, a simple white shirt clutched between his hands. He wanted to get the unpacking over with - he was tired, and wanted to spend time with Byungjoo; theyâd been deprived of a long time together, so they had a lot to catch up on.
` little one.
When Hansol was little the family had an old cat. Her name was Bess. She had black and white fur and was just slightly overweight, but she was the sweetest cat Hansol had ever met. Bess wasnât a pedigree, she wasnât amazingly beautiful in cat terms, and she had a slightly too short tail from shutting the end in a door once and having to have the tip amputated, but she was Hansolâs first real friend. Bess had turned up on the doorstep when she was about five, a mangy cat with half an ear missing and matted furr, but they took her in and decided to keep her. Bess lived to the ripe old age of fifteen - Â a great age for a cat whoâd clearly been through alot in her lifetime. It was Hansolâs first real loss when she died.
Ever since heâd vowed never to get another cat - heâd not replace her in his life, heâd keep his position for pet open, forever in mourning over the loss of his first friend, the cat whoâd put her paw on his knee when he cried, whoâd pat his arm until he stroked her and would spend every night at the foot of his bed. Hansol could never bring himself to think of getting another pet, not even one that wasnât a cat. He was barely able to agree to the family keeping fish three years after her passing.
But it seemed that the day had come when Hansol awoke one morning, the resolve to remain petless having slipped from him like soap suds under a stream of water, and his mind rested solely on the thought of a kitten. It wasnât that he was particularly lonely, though he was, in fact, lonely, just not any more than heâd been recently. It was a sudden, questionable urge, that he found, after a few weeks, couldnât simply be quenched by ignoring it, or watching cute cat videos.
So as the very last of his resolve melted and he was left with the unshakable desire for a kitten, he phoned up the first person he could think of. It wasnât just a kitten that he wanted, though, it was more than that. Hansol knew Byungjoo liked animals, and he was sure heâd have no qualms about Hansol getting a kitten, so Hansol had figured heâd get them both a pet - in some way it would be like their child, theyâd both look after it and love it. However he was one for surprises, and though heâs usually prefer to go about things on his own, if not with Byungjoo, he needed help in this matter.
It was important that he purchase the right little fur-ball, because it had to be perfect.
So he stood at the pet shop where heâd agreed to meet Jieqiong, waiting for his friend to arrive as he shifted his weight restlessly from one foot to the other. Waiting was painful, when he found himself so eager to bring home a little fluffy baby for Byungjoo and him to raise - and he was sure Jieqiong would help out, or Hansol was sure sheâd agree if he bribed or threatened.
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He was rambling too, but this was a moment for rambles, for messy words and a bit of awkward phrases. All he wanted to do though in that next moment, was hug Hansol â so he did. He wrapped his arms around the otherâs form and pulled him close to his chest. He ignored the slight sting of the not yet faded bruises on his own body; but instead focused on the warm feeling of having Hansol pressed against him. He nuzzled his nose against Hansolâs neck, before closing his eyes.
âI ⌠Like you a lot, you know that right? I wouldnât want to kiss you so much if I didnât like you so much. I wouldnât want to hug you or hold your hand or just⌠be with you. You mean a lot to me, Iâm just not good with words. But, I mean actions speak louder right? Iâm trying, so ⌠be patient with me?â
Seeing Byungjoo smile so brightly was more than enough of a reward for Hansol. He didnât want to think about what heâd been through at his parents hands, seeing the blemishes on his skin was enough to give him a solid idea of what went on. He feared that  if he knew details heâd want to hurt them the way they hurt Byungjoo. His Byungjoo.
The kiss surprised him, though it was easy enough to instinctively kiss back for that short moment that their lips were pressed together. He too was beaming by the time Byungjoo pulled back, his heart hammering hard against his chest once more. Every little action had him trembling, his skin tingling and his head spinning - the effect Byungjoo had on him was crazy, but Hansol wasnât surprised, heâd known for a long time that he was completely under Kim Byungjooâs spell.
He had no problems with that.
The idea of it, of having Byungjoo living with him, where he could keep him in sight, where he knew where he was every single day, it felt a lot better than not knowing as he had done before. It would put his mind at peace, not having to worry about him. He wasnât so sure what there were, where they stood or if they needed to talk about it, but he knew Byungjoo was tired - he knew what he looked like when he was tired.
Heâd experience exhausted trainee Kim Byungjoo after practise many nights before heâd left.
A soft squeak left his lips as he was pulled into a tight hug, his arms instinctively winding round Byungjooâs neck as he half fell into his lap. His hands raised to card gently through the soft blonde locks, tousling the silky strands and listening to him speak. He understood that Byungjoo was new to this - he knew heâd not had much romantic experience, and Hansol hadnât had much either but he had definitely had some. Heâd never felt this way for anyone before though, so it was, in a way, new to them both.
âI know, I understand⌠I like you a lot too, I have for a really long time. I guess weâll need to, uh⌠talk over some stuff tomorrow but I know youâre tired, I know you, Joo. Letâs get some sleep now, okay?â

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The one person who makes him feel that way constantly.
âCan I sleep over?â
The words escape his lips without much thought; he knows heâs intruding â after all itâs such short notice. But he has a lingering hope inside of him that Hansol will agree, that heâll let Byungjoo sleep beside him and rest completely.
It wasnât exactly the answer heâd hoped for - heâd have liked something more concrete than âbecause I wanted toâ, but he didnât want to ask for too much too soon, he was grateful for what heâd already received from Byungjoo. Hansol could remember the first time heâd hoped Byungjoo liked him, before he even realised he himself liked Byungjoo. Heâd always known himself that he liked both guys and girls, but heâd, for a while, assumed Byungjoo wasnât like that. Heâd hoped, secretly, though, that maybe Hansol could change that.
Byungjoo had made his heart hammer against his ribcage for a very long time by now, making such an impact on his life that heâd gotten the little blue bunny inked into his hip. People always said not to get a tattoo for someone else, but Byungjoo would never be something Hansol would regret - heâd improved Hansolâs life, had changed him and made him a better person, and he could never see himself regretting having him in his life.
âOf course I did⌠Iâve wanted to do that since before you leftâŚâ Was it the right thing to say? He didnât know, he could only hope, and though he was sure it didnât matter, it still made him nervous, letting go of all his secret feelings. Instead he focused on how Byungjoo was speaking oddly, and how cute he found it, the smile on his lips filled with affection.
His fingertips massaged Byungjooâs scalp as he leant into the touch, speaking softly in response to the question. âAt first I⌠Didnât do much. I stayed off school and work for a while. I kind of⌠Missed you too much. Then I just went back to things and tried not to think about missing you, which I still did. I practised harder, visited my family, but nothing much really.â
The second question drew his lips into a broad beam, eyes scrunching up as he leant closer with a slight hesitancy, pressing a soft, but short kiss to his lips before he replied. âOf course you can, in fact⌠I know youâll probably say no, and you probably prefer staying with your Aunt and stuff but⌠Well⌠Dâyou think maybe, you might consider, uh⌠Staying with me? Here, I mean like⌠moving in?â He rambled, and it all seemed to jumbled together or get stuttered out of proportion.
He didnât realise until that moment just how much he wanted Byungjoo to stay, to live with him - after so long apart he feared the moment Byungjoo would walk out of his front door.
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For the first time since he was taken away from the other â he smiled. His lips turning up into a sort of awkward grin. The cool air touching his heated skin just now registering in his brain as he shivered; he had forgotten he was shirtless. Feeling embarrassed, and slightly exposed â he leaned back and grabbed his sweater again before awkwardly slipping it over his form â âIâm uh â Iâm not really ⌠knowledgeable when it comes to kissing and stuff, so I hope it wasnât a completely horrible experience â I mean, my lips on yours and stuff.â
Way to go, Kim Byungjoo.
Ruin the mood and sound like an idiot.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he lowered his hands to his lap; before stretching one out to take Hansolâs in his own. He didnât want to break the contact the two of them shared just yet. He wanted just to â hold him? Yeah, he wanted to have Hansol in his grasp.
Hansol had kissed his fair share of people in his time, his place of growing up and current place of work strong factors in that aspect of his life, but heâd never experienced a kiss quiet like this. All previous kisses had been soon after meeting someone, had held little feelings, simple the necessity of the kiss happening - this kiss was one he needed, more than simply wanted. He felt like kissing Byungjoo helped him breathe, like it was easier to survive when his own lips were pressed hard against Byungjooâs, sharing air and drowning in his scent.
Maybe it was his appearance that caused all previous kisses heâd lived through to be rough and unpleasant, quick kisses from strangers at the club he worked at, taller men who wanted to take advantage of Hansolâs petite figure and plump lips, or desperate women looking for a sweet guy to spend the night with, tugging on him like the cord of a lifejacket. The gentle touch of soft lips against his own made his head spin and his chest swell.
It was why he tried to chase his lips as Byungjoo pulled back, leaning closer for a second, before his eyes fluttered open, leaning into the touch to his hair as his eyes fell on Byungjooâs eyes, then his lips, wondering just how someone could look so utterly perfect even after crying. He expected he looked like a mess, knowing his lips were probably red and plump and his eyes puffy and wide from the black eyeliner that was most likely smudged.
A soft laugh passed his lips as he spoke, and once again Hansolâs eyes fell shut for a moment, running the tip of his tongue over his lips to try and savour the lingering taste of Byungjooâs lips. âMy answer would have been yes anyway, so it doesnât matterâŚâ His voice came quiet, only just loud enough for Byungjoo to hear, he didnât need to speak any louder, they were still so close.
He watched as Byungjoo slipped his sweater back on and only then did Hansol realise that Byungjoo had been shirtless for a while - he was left with a soft rose tint to his cheekbones. Another laugh left him as Byungjoo spoke again, this time he gave a hurried shake of his head. âIt was perfect⌠You- ⌠Youâre perfect.â The last words he muttered, unsure as to whether or not he even wanted Byungjoo to hear him speak them - was he really allowed to be so open about how he felt? After all this time hiding his feelings, it felt odd to not try so hard to keep it all inside.
Threading his fingers with Byungjooâs he shifted closer, lifting a hand to gently brush his hair from his forehead. âSo⌠Why⌠Whyâd you...do that?â