#chokiiwas

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HAIYANG QUICKLY GLANCES AT THE ILLUMINATING SCREEN of his cell phone, double-checking if he was at the same address that his navigation app had let him towards before entering the front doors of the grand hotel. he knows he’s getting odd glances, he could feel the stares heavy at his back but it’s inevidentable when he’s still wearing his police uniform that clings on his skin even after a long forty-eight hour shift. as tempted as was to head home after a long, brutal day at the office where his bed and a large glass of jack is awaiting his name; nothing could beat the excitement that bubbled at his chest when he had received a text from junho inviting the male over at his hotel room for some ... business trip, a long week without seeing the male after getting a taste of how it was like to start dating ? the feeling that he had whilst with junho was electric –– he couldn’t get enough of the shorter as if he were addicted to his touch by memory even if they’ve only been sleeping together for a short amount of time. it’s that weird sense of deja vu that washes over him from time to time, unknownst why he knows that junho likes when he grips at his hips when he bends him over his living room couch or how he knows junho is sensitive right below his neckline where his collarbone meets, there’s just something that draws him to the other which finds haiyang at junho’s hotel room just a few towns over. nimble fingers tug on the collar of his uniform, eyes glancing around the hallway nervously before knuckles rasp of the wooden frame in front of him as haiyang speaks quietly, ‘ junho ? it’s me, baby. open up. ’

“i feel like my only real scars are from… the incident from one of jianhao’s jobs gone wrong. the most noticeable one is the one on my cheek. most of the wounds on my arms and torso healed without a lot of fuss, but… this one was stubborn, so i guess it’s just here to stay from now on. i’ve kind of gotten over it though, and i don’t notice it in the mirror too much anymore. it used to be all i was able to see so i’m definitely not complaining about it now. i think it adds a kind of charm to me character, y’know?”

“i thankfully don’t have a lot of scars, but that’s probably because i wasn’t that reckless of a kid to begin with. but this one on my hand is from when i was cooking and reached into the oven to grab a tray without a glove on. gave myself a pretty bad burn that needed bandages for a week or two. it’s not the most interesting story but it is what it is.”

“disgusting?” kiha parroted back, not even trying to hold in that laughter that bubbled out of him afterward. it was amusing to him that kiha was saying that, despite that fact that they were one of those happy couples out and about today. sanha’s hand that was securely being held in his own was enough proof of that (and the fact that kiha was also wearing one of sanha’s sweaters that he had stolen that morning). “i think it’s sweet. why not show off who you’re dating, or how happy you are with them?”

hearing that, kiha looked up from the book in his lap, cheeks coloring pink as his eyes zeroed in on sanha. “do i?” he asked after a moment, blinking and quickly licking his lips (a nervous habit he never seemed to be able to shake). he couldn’t really remember ever waging a bet or a challenge with sanha, especially not one that would warrant that sort of playing card. not that he was opposed to it. standing there, despite the shitty lighting of their apartment, sanha still looked like he stepped right out a museum. in some aspects, kiha found it unfair. “what for?”

“isn’t pizza what we ate on our first date?” was the question that nate got in response as august came over to him, easily wrapping his boyfriend up in a hug. or at least, it was what they had went out to eat on what august counted as their first date. their very first one all those years ago, the one that had been wedged in between his soccer practice and one of nate’s tests. that afternoon had been a quick one, and he had been late to his practice, but it still an important one in his heart. thinking back on it, he was sure that it was the first day that he realized just how much he liked nate. “but uh, yeah. of course pizza sounds good.”

“i saw. i still wasn’t coming home early.” august laughed as he shrugged soff his jacket, carefully hanging it up before he returned to the living room. as much as he loved the (many) texts that nate had sent him through out the day, he still needed to be at work. there was an important case that needed him in the lab because he wanted to be sure that nothing would get fucked up with the evidence. and nate would probably pout, this this case was a little more important than nate’s need for afternoon affection. “but i’m here now, yeah?”