#antwo

It was raining - because of course it would be. Two wasn’t even sure where the rain had come from. It had been bright and sunny all day, and as far as he’d been aware rain hadn’t been in the forecast. Yet there he was, rushing from the bus stop on the far side of the parking lot to the apartment building he was heading to. He pulled a face as he stood in the lobby, pulling his t-shirt away from where it stuck to his skin. He hated that feeling, almost as much as the chill that ran down his spine from the air conditioning in the building. Normally, it wasn’t that cold inside, but with the rain that had soaked through his clothes and lingered in his hair, it felt much colder than usual. Two felt bad about dripping water everywhere, so he quickly made his way to the staircase. He opted to use them instead of the elevator so he didn’t get the carpeted floor wet.

It didn’t take him too long to get to the correct floor. At least by then his clothes and hair weren’t dripping, but he still was freezing. He crossed his arms over his chest before he walked to the door that he wanted. He uncrossed his arms just long enough to knock on the door before he crossed them again as he waited. He didn’t stand there very long before the door opened. “What happened to you?” Un asked as he stepped aside and pulled Two into the apartment. 

“It started to rain. I didn’t know it was supposed to rain,” grumbled Two.

“Come on. Let me get you something to change into that isn’t soaked through.”

Two took his shoes off there by the door before following Un farther into the room. He stood there, idly rubbing the sides of his arms as Un grabbed some dry clothes that he brought over to him. Two thanked him before going into the bathroom to change. He put the wet clothes over the top of the curtain rod in the shower so that they could dry completely before he went back out into the other room, where Un was sitting on the couch. He waved Two over to the couch when he saw that he was back. “Feel any better?” he asked as Two sat down next to him on the couch.

Two nodded with a soft hum as he got comfortable where he sat, but then Un wrapped his arms around Two, hugging him close and nearly dragging him onto his lap. “What are you doing?” Two asked with a laugh.

They were supposed to be helping to decorate for the party. They were celebrating ... something. Two could no longer remember exactly what it was and entirely blamed Un for that. He had a habit of whenever he wore a button down shirt and he started to work on something, he always ended up rolling up the sleeves. He’d noticed it before they were ever anything to one another, but he hadn’t really notice it until he started seeing Un as more than just an acquaintance or a friend. When he was helping out with the set for the play, he often ended up rolling up his sleeves - something that Two hadn’t noticed at that time because he was working, himself, but when he went back over the photos later he realized and found that it was quite distracting. He hadn’t even realized that could be a thing that was distracting until then.

It was unfair that Un could look so good doing something so ... simple. With a slight huff of his breath, Two reached over and unrolled Un’s sleeves so that they covered his arms again. Un paused and watched what Two was doing with an amused smirk, but he didn’t comment on it. Which was good because Two would just have said that it was entirely his fault in the first place. Just like it was Un’s fault that it was even a thing in the first place.

Only a few minutes later, Two was dying internally all over again as he watched Un rolling the sleeves back up to where they were so that his forearms were exposed - and why was that a thing that distracted him in the first place? It was nothing, really, but a slight deviation from the otherwise pristine appearance, making him look ... well, Two couldn’t even describe it. “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting,” Two said with a heavy sigh once An finished putting the sleeves in place.