#siwoo.

“¿puedo preguntar por qué todas las reuniones de emergencia las tenemos en mi dormitorio?” inquiere con retazos de un mal sueño. no era la primera vez que biron despertaba y se topaba con... los vengadores metidos en su dormitorio, confabulando. 

“porque como favorito de la directora te bendijeron con un dormitorio más grande. no te quejes.” interrumpe siwoo con sus ojitos puestos en el móvil. “además, markie tiene algo importante que decir.”

“se eu estiver perto de tomar vodka barata eu juro por tudo o que é mais sagrado que eu vou puxar essa grama fedorenta e jogar no seu copo” cara de pau era uma coisa que jinyoung, com toda a certeza do mundo, era. a falta de inimitade com o rapaz que estava agora na posse da garrafa nem ao menos pesou em sua consciência antes de proferir as primeiras palavras.

siwoo hasn’t been avoiding cas, per se, but rather hiding out of sight in shame and embarrassment. until the incident, siwoo managed to hide how deeply his anxiety ran when surrounded by strangers. now that his weakness was exposed to the other, he lost the last bit of his dignity and he felt more vulnerable than ever before. for days, he thought about ways to get himself out of telling the true reason behind what had happened, if cas were to demand an explanation from him, only to come to the conclusion that silence was his best defense. he admits, he’s surprised the older has yet to corner him to do so but he’s grateful. feeling a semblance of courage, after staring blankly at the walls of the guest bedroom for hours, he makes his way to the living room, a book in hand to distract himself for the rest of the day. he doesn’t expect cas to find him so soon. even less his strange behavior nor the even stranger words tumbling from his lips. miss him? has cassius lost his marbles? silently, siwoo shifts on the older’s lap to look him in the eyes and unconsciously pushing his body closer to the older’s, seeking its warmth. he does so, for a long beat, trying to make sense of cassius’ attitude. he’s never heard him address him so gently nor look at him the way he is now. “what are you doing?” his brows furrow, suspicion growing. there has to be an ulterior motive behind the sudden change in attitude. it doesn’t even cross siwoo’s mind that it may be related to the incident a few days prior. let alone that cas may feel guilt for causing siwoo’s anxiety attack. “what do you want?”