#antoo

It needed to be perfect because Un already had a lot on his mind. He was planning on proposing to Two soon, since they had talked about getting married earlier in the year, and their anniversary, when he planned on asking, was approaching fast.

He had already been close to bouts of insomnia when he first started looking at rings. Then, after buying the silver band with a flower engraved in it, began having tiny moments where he would wake up at night before quickly falling asleep again. Combined with the frustrations at his job, he was growing increasingly anxious, and started to routinely have trouble falling and staying asleep. So he started going outside.

Two hadn’t noticed, or at least Un thought he didn’t. In truth, he had picked up on the difficulty Un had been having getting to sleep, but he didn’t say anything yet, hoping for Un's sake that whatever issues he was having would be resolved. If Un didn’t come to him about his worries, he must be able to handle it on his own, right?

However, tonight was seeming to be especially difficult for Un. After waking up once to go to the bathroom, Two noticed the cold place on their bed where Un should have been. Rolling over later to find a still empty bed was disheartening, and a glance at the red light of the alarm clock told him that Un had been outside on the balcony of their apartment for just under an hour now, maybe more.

Moving the blankets to the side, Two stood up and made his way to the glass door separating him from the outdoors and Un. Pushing the curtain out of his way, he slid the door open with a quiet creak and stepped onto the cold cement of the balcony.

Un was standing with his arms folded and placed on the railing. Getting closer, Two wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's exposed waist, grabbing the soft cloth of his shirt. After pressing a light kiss into the back of Un's neck, he whispered a question to Un, warm breath mingling with the cool air.

"What’s wrong?" This made Un fidget a bit, standing up straighter and dropping one of his crossed arms to his side, the other coming up to cradle Two's head to place a delicate kiss on his forehead while mumbling, "Nothing. Go back to bed."

Two pulled his head away from Un's, who let his hand fall to his hips. A soft scoff came from Two, his breath tickling Un's neck. "Please don’t lie," he asked, his gentle voice full of concern.

"I... work troubles." He said after considering for a bit.

Two's grip on him tightened a smidge, "What kind?"

"Nothing... nothing's going right," Un sighed.

"Nothing?"

"Well, it’s just, nothing's... perfect," he struggled to find the words.

Two took a moment to respond, debating the best way to reply to this. "Does everything have to be perfect?" Two queried as he rested his head on Un's shoulder.

"I... I guess not. It would give me less to stress over, I guess."

"Oh? What else is worrying you?"

"Ah, I don’t know," Un pushed out, cautious to not spill his proposal plans.

Two didn’t believe him, but he let it go, figuring Un wasn’t ready to share that part yet. "Ok. Ok, how about this? Tomorrow—uh, today actually—when you go to work, try to think about the bigger picture instead of every little detail. Or, try thinking about the things on set that are going right, then shift to what needs fixing." Two had a hard time gauging Un's reaction to his suggestion, unable to clearly see his face from behind him, and the dark sky didn’t much help. "Does that sound alright?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, it does." In the middle of replying, Un grew more confident, taking his boyfriend's words to heart and realizing that everything would be fine if he just focused on the good like Two said.

The good in Un's life was that he had a boyfriend who loved him, who wanted to marry him, who would say 'yes' if he asked. Yeah, he would say 'yes' for sure, there wasn’t any reason to worry so much.

Feeling silly for having been so anxious, he took on a rosy hue, and when he leaned back to rest his head on Two's shoulder, the latter boy felt his heated, peach-blushed skin through his shirt.

"Thank you," he whispered, eyes almost all the way closed, lashes not quite touching his cheeks.

A small smile found its way onto Two's face, his eyes fondly watching Un's calm expression. "Let’s go to bed." Two's hands gently flitted down to where Un's hung at his sides, placing them over his and squeezing them lovingly. "The sun will rise soon."

Un looked out across the water, watching with moon-drunk eyes as the sky prepared to lighten. He thought of Two's words, a smile creeping its way onto his face as he thought of the things on set to his liking and ways to better the scenes he had yet to shoot, as well as the ring hidden in their bedroom. His hands brought Two's up to his lips, pressing them into Two's night-chilled skin.