#sunaki

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Sunny woke up to the sun in his eyes and an arm around his waist, which was an incredibly common occurrence for him, so it took him a moment to figure out where he was.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and was rewarded with the blinding white walls of Aki's bedroom. Looking to his left, he was met with the top of Aki's head, pink fuzz and all.

They were both still clothed, Aki in his pajamas and Sunny wearing his jeans from the night before like some kind of heathen. So, nothing happened then. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse for his ego. Yeah, Aki hadn't decided to fuck him while he was drunk of his ass, but that means he just slept in his bed, like some kind of lovestruck pre-teen.

"You look like you're doing math in your head," Aki mumbled, face half buried in Sunny's shoulder. As he woke up more, he tightened his grip around Sunny's waist, making those dreadful little butterflies return. (For about two weeks, Sunny had become increasingly aware of Aki's affect on him, making butterflies swarm in his stomach and his face turn pink. It was humiliating.)

He nodded. He needed to get up and leave before he did something stupid. "Trying to figure out if I want to Uber or make my driver come get me."

Aki grunted as Sunny pushed him away, so he could get up. "You're just gonna leave?"

Sunny turned to look at him in confusion as he looked for his jacket. He was getting sick of losing things in this bedroom. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Do you not remember what we talked about last night?"

Sunny tried to conjure up whatever they could've spoken about, but was met with nothing. "... No?"

Aki sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Well, you called me at two in the morning and begged me to pick you up from the bar because you didn't want to go to your empty house."

"That doesn't sound like me at all," Sunny said, now trying very hard to look for his jacket. The quicker he found it, the quicker he could leave. He really didn't need to know what his drunk self had said. That guy obviously had no self preservation.

Aki laughed, but it was short and more of a half annoyed huff then a real laugh. "You said that you liked me. That I made you happy. And then you kissed me, like properly kissed me. Then you fell asleep."

Drunk Sunny needed to be shot in the street.

Crossing his arms over his chest, as if that would shield him from vulnerability, he said, "Well, I was drunk. I was just saying things. Feel free to disregard them and anything else I may have said."

"Why do you always do this?" Aki asked, with a sigh.

Sunny raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Every time you admit that you like me, you take it back."

That sentence felt like a slap to the face. Sunny nearly flinched.

"A boy isn't allowed to change his mind?" Aki didn't laugh at the joke and Sunny rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to say, Menzies? That you're the apple of my eye? That you make me happy? Let's be real here. We both know what we're doing when we hook up."

Aki scoffed. "You didn't call me last night to hook up. At least listen to yourself, Sunwoo. Be real."

Sunny hated him so much. More than he'd hated anyone in his life, and he hated a lot of people. "Fine. I'll be real. The only part of you that makes me happy is your dick. I can't stand any other part of you. You're insufferable and too tall and you have no backbone. Why would I like you when you have no personality and have nothing to offer me?"

"Fine," Aki said, not even bothering to fight back.

Sunny couldn't stop the confusion from leaking into his voice. "Fine?"

Why wasn't he fighting back? He always fought back. That was their whole thing.

"If me fucking you is the only way I'll make you happy, then I can't keep on making you happy," Aki said with a shrug. "You can go be miserable alone, because I'm not going to let you keep stringing me along."

There was a finality in his voice that made Sunny want to punch him in the face. He couldn't just leave him alone. That wasn't how this worked. Sunny didn't get left, he was the one to leave.

"Okay," was all he could muster up in response – and fuck Aki for always being the one to make him lose his words – "Have it your way, Menzies."

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Aki held him tighter, thumb digging into his hipbone, and he pulled away, willing his blush to go away. "Do you think that was good enough to fool them?"

Ever since Aki's father had outed him for public brownie points, Gossip Girl had been hounding him, trying to catch him with a guy to throw him to the wolves that was their audience. Sunny offered to pretend to be his fake boyfriend— a kind way of saying he negged Aki into the situation.

It just made logistical sense.

Gossip Girl was convinced something was going on between them, with their thirteen posts about their supposed rivalry. The commenters had begun to "ship" them, telling them to make out to solve their differences and things of that nature.

Sunny had told Aki that they were just giving the people what they wanted, and they could break up in two weeks when they were old new, then everything would go back to normal. It was a win-win situation.

That was how they ended up here, on the steps of the Met, where they knew people would snap pictures.

Aki shook his head. "You know those weirdos won't be satisfied with one kiss."

"Good point," Sunny agreed, before diving back in.

Aki's mouth was hot against his, hungry as he deepened the kiss, all tongue and teeth. Sunny's head was spinning, and he gripped the front of his sweatshirt to steady himself.

How did a loser like Aki learn to kiss like that?

He pulled away again, breathing shakily.

"I think that'll do it," Aki said, smugness threading his voice.