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2 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑬 2 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒚𝒖𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒌 𝒙 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: #1318

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 2010 (𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆) 𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒌𝒚𝒖)

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 + 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒔. 𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑲𝒚𝒖𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒌!

・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。 .・✭・.✫・゜・。 .・

⍣ Kyuhyuk is the sweet, tall, baby cinnamon roll you’ve learned to love.

⍣ He's the reason you look forward to start your day. Every good morning message sent with a sticker, every question about how your doing your hair that day and asking you to add clips in his own during break at school.

⍣ He made you light up. Both of your hyper yet introverted personalities matched perfectly. You were like the female version of him.

⍣ Having Kyuhyuk as a friend since elementary, going into middle school, and then entering high school as a couple, your friends saw how your relationship developed.

⍣ The relationship feels soft, playful, and comforting. Nothing ever feels forced with him because being around each other is as natural as breathing (and you have the same mindset)

⍣ He’s the type to stand close to you without even realizing it, always leaning down to hear you better since he's so tall. He always makes sure you’re beside him when walking through crowded halls, his hand firm holding yours. He'd always have a hand on you somewhere, your sholder, leg, arm, hand, head?

⍣ Your relationship has matched energy. Laughing over the dumbest little things, sharing inside jokes nobody else understands, and stealing glances at each other from across the classroom and communicating that way (also in Google Docs)

⍣ Kyuhyuk would be the clingy but shy type. Not to much clingy or shy, just always finding a reason to be near you, sitting next to you, tapping your arm, or gently resting his head on your shoulder when he’s tired.

⍣ He gets so smiley around you. The kind of smile he tries to hide by looking down, but it still shows because his ears get red and he can’t stop grinning, his eyes turning into crescents. He let's his real laugh out around you.

⍣ He remembers tiny things about you that even you forget. Your favorite snack from the convenience store, which side of your hair you prefer clipped back, what mood you’re in just by the way you text. He paid attention to you.

⍣ Dates with him are never super flashy, but they’re always your favorite. Convenience store runs after school, sitting together at the park with drinks, sharing earbuds, movie dates, arcade. All classic.

⍣ One of his favorite dates is going to an arcade with you, where he acts all confident but ends up getting way too competitive over silly games just because he wants to win you a prize.

⍣ He loves little traditions with you. Meeting before class, texting each other when you get home, sharing one snack at lunch, and always saying goodnight no matter how tired you both are.

⍣ He’s so gentle when it comes to affection. Hand-holding under the desk, fixing your hair for you, brushing lint off your sleeve, and giving you that soft look that says he’s completely gone for you and your all he sees.

⍣ Being with him feels like having a best friend and first love all in one person. There’s so much comfort there, but also that nervous, fluttery feeling that never fully goes away.

⍣ When the two of you argue, it never lasts long because neither of you can stand being distant. He’d rather sit with you quietly and figure it out than ruin what you have because he loves you.

⍣ He looks at you like you’re someone precious. Like even after all those years of knowing you, he still can’t believe he gets to call you his.

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“Don’t cheat,” you mumble, eyes still fixed on the screen as you press your controller buttons faster.

Kyuhyuk lets out a laugh from where he’s sitting on the floor beside the sofa. “I’m not cheating. You’re just losing.”

“I was winning five seconds ago.”

“Past tense,” he says, and you face him to glare at him only to catch the grin he’s trying to hide.

You lean forward and bump your controller into his sholder. “You’re annoying.”

“And you still invited me over.”

The room feels warm in that easy, familiar way it always does when he’s here. Your snacks are open on the table, one of the pillows ended up on the floor, and the game you were both determined to win has slowly become background noise between random conversations and laughter.

A few minutes later, you pause the game and reach for a hair clip sitting beside you that you abandoned a while ago. “Hold still.”

Kyuhyuk blinks. “Why?”

“Just hold still.”

He turns and leans closer without arguing, and you clip it into his hair carefully—holding his bangs up. He reaches up like he’s going to take it out, but when you give him a look, his hand drops.

“…Do I look stupid?”

You smile before shaking your head. “No. Its cute.”

He goes quiet for half a second, the tips of his ears turning pink. “You say stuff like that too casually.”

“You still let me do it.”

He looks at you, soft and a little shy, then glances back toward the screen. “Maybe I do like it.”

For a second, neither of you says anything. Then you smile and pick your controller back up.

“Okay,” you say. “I’m still beating you.”

He laughs again, leaning into your side for just a second before fixing his eyes on the game. “Keep dreaming."

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The arcade is loud, bright, and full of noise, but somehow standing next to Kyuhyuk makes it all feel lighter.

“You are not winning this one,” you tell him as he hands you a game card he paid for.

“That’s what you said last time.”

“And I was right last time.”

He gives you a look. “You were right once.”

You gasp pretendingto be offended. “Wow. So now you’re rewriting history?”

He laughs, and for a second he looks at you instead of the games around you. “You’re cute when you’re offended.”

Your expression immediately changes. “That was rude. I'm always cute.”

His smile gets bigger. “No.”

You end up challenging each other to almost every game you pass, and by the third one, both of you are way too invested. He celebrates every win like it’s the biggest achievement of his life, and every time you win, you make sure to rub it in.

“I told you,” you say proudly, holding up your roll of tickets. “Natural talent.”

Kyuhyuk leans closer to your face. “Natural luck.”

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”

“It looks fine on me.”

You both end up laughing so hard that neither of you can keep pretending to be serious. Later, once you’ve traded your tickets for cheap little prizes, the energy settles. You walk out of the arcade side by side, your shoulders brushing every few steps.

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You’re barely through the classroom door before Kyuhyuk looks up from his seat.

“Y/n~!” he says standing and walking towards you with open arms. The other classmates in the room looking at you as your attacked in a bear hug.

You blink. “What?”

“I missed you.”

“It’s only been the weekend...and we called?"

He shrugs like that changes nothing. “Still.”

You try not to smile as he walks back to his seat and moves his bag from yours so you can sit. “Did you miss me that badly?”

He looks away for a second, pretending to straighten something on his desk. “You say weird things in the morning.”

You set your bag down and notice him glancing at your hair. “What?”

You reach up automatically. “Oh. Yeah, I used different clips today. They're new.”

His eyes stay on them for another second before he says, quieter, “They look nice.”

The compliment is so simple and so sincere that it makes your chest feel warm. “You noticed that fast."

Kyuhyuk gives the smallest shrug. “I always notice.”