#seonghamin

Himchan peeked his head in the coffee shop where he first ran into Hamin. He was glad to see that he still came here all the time. To be honest he didn't really know where he was going with this, but this was the perfect place to sneak up on him. He carefully walked in making sure the other male wouldn't catch him trying to be slick. Himchan hid a small bouquet of sunflowers behind his back. Before coming to the coffee shop he stopped to buy sunflowers since they were Hamin's favorite. He carefully set the flowers down at a table not too far from where the male was sitting at. Himchan covered Hamin's eyes with his hands. 

I don't know about perfect ... but thank you for believing in me, lovely!

Himchan wondered around the retreat looking for his fox. Was he hiding from him again? Why was he so impossible to find? It felt as if he had walked the entire retreat until it finally hit him. He didn't know why it took him so long to realize where he'd be. He must of spaced out. Himchan made his towards the boy's cabin. Only Hamin would spend the whole trip hiding in his cabin. He desperately needed to save him from being cooped up all trip.

No way that was happening again. He couldn’t even recognize himself while acting like that, not that it was something bad,it was just… New. People usually had his interest only for a few days or only for a night stand, his heart frozen as always; but since that awkward day,his mind was trapped on the memory from that night, every detail engraved on his senses; he chuckled at himself, he was probably looking stupid right?

He was feeling impatient, it was so hard to find out his number and finally making a move on contacting him, even though they shared a couple of classes,since the day he dropped Hamin home the shorter one just couldn’t be found, it came to a point where meeting the other model again was almost a matter of honor,  after all, Jongjin would always be a proud spoiled kid, he would always get what he wanted, he hardly ever took no for an answer. Despite all of his pride, there he was, on the roof, looking at his phone screen at each minute, just lurking from the shadows where he was perfectly hidden.

The brunette thought of feeding his addiction a little, but as soon as he searched inside his pockets, he noticed he’d forgotten his pack and his lighter; he was left alone to deal with his anxiety which lasted for only 10 more minutes. Just like a predator, the former model moved along the shadows hiding him, so he could approach the one that was about to become his prey; his “hunt” wouldn’t take long since he didn’t want Hamin to think he was left alone on the roof.

It was late... or was it early? The hours blended together and the evening could easily become morning - that is, if morning wasn't already disguised as evening. They had been driving for a while now. Silence had been the subject of their non-existent conversation and the low rumble of the radio seemed to have fallen too low to be heard. The only real sound that Daeryong could make out was the sound of the road and wind passing through the small opening at the top of his window. Only one hand was on the steering wheel while his free hand was being used as a stand for his cheek as he lazily watched the road ahead of him. Everything was practically dark since had driven out of the city and somehow ended up out in the country side. There were street lamps every mile or so that would light up a small section of the road. 

Daeryong sighed quietly as he went over the things he wanted to say in his head and wondered if he should say it at all. Not once did he ever admit his closed feelings for Hamin and neither did he want to since he felt that it might alter something in the other man's head - also, if Hamin's friends were to find out then they would have more of a reason to attack him. He wouldn't want to have another annoying message from Minah again. He hated being accused and Minah had a funny way of accusing him of things from time to time. The thought of her made him roll his eyes. He wondered if there would be a day he would find her pleasant again. Probably not. 

Like the street, his mind took a turn and he reviewed the letter he had sent Hamin for Valentine's day. He had mentioned that he loved him - which was true. He did love Hamin. He loved who he was, though he wasn't in love with him. No, that was Chen's place. He only had room for one person at a time and Chen had the spot light - like always. So, he wondered whether or not Hamin took it in the way he wanted him too... it would be a little awkward otherwise. 

After a while, he slowed the car down and pulled over on top of a hill that looked out over fields that had fireflies fluttering all over the place. He shut the car off and crossed his arms over the wheel then rested his chin on his arms and kept the silence going a little longer. 

please don’t. i won’t read it. I WON’T READ IT.