#jungki

Zhengting returns to the living room with two cups of tea and a concerned expression on his face. “Here,” he says, out loud, as he hands Eunki his glass; your dad again? he doesn't, letting the words hang in the air, unspoken.

Eunki nods - yeah, it was - and manages the best smile he can. “Thanks,” he says, quietly, letting the tea warm his hands before he takes a sip.

The concern on Zhengting’s face doesn't go away; he sits down next to Eunki and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Eunki’s used to the touch - it’s always like this, warm cups of tea and affection that's probably brotherly. Still, he leans into Zhengting’s arm, closing his eyes.

“You shouldn't have to go back there,” Zhengting says, after a moment.

“I’m not,” Eunki replies. “I'm staying the night, and then Hyunmin’s picking me up -”

“No, I meant...I meant ever,” Zhengting says, a little more firmly. “You should just move in with me.”

Eunki looks up at Zhengting and frowns. “You can't mean that.”

Zhengting presses a kiss to the top of Eunki’s head; the contact makes the other boy shiver. “No, I mean it,” Zhengting says, sighing. “Move in with me. I'll drive you to the dance studio, and I'll make you tea, and…”

He swallows nervously before he continues. “And you won't ever, ever have to deal with your dad again.”

Eunki bites his lip. It’s tempting. No, tempting is an understatement - he wants to live with Zhengting so badly that it hurts, so badly that he almost says yes right away.

But he doesn't. He can't. Not yet.

“I...need some time,” he gets out, eventually. He pulls himself closer to Zhengting. “Just time to think. I'm - I'm sorry.”