#waesosirius

What is your most played song on Itunes?

You’re walking past the gym as their doors open, and you prepare yourself for the onslaught of sweaty, stinky, raucously shouting boys. You slow your pace, keeping close to the wall to avoid being trampled. A minute later you feel your water bottle being tugged from your bag, and turn to see your boyfriend practically wrenching off the cap and drinking from it with large, noisy gulps. “Ugh. You can keep that, thanks. I’d rather not find out what your sweat tastes like,” you say, though your smile betrays your teasing remark. Youngwoon doesn’t reply at first; he’s still preoccupied with emptying the bottle of its contents as fast as he possibly can. Then he tosses it over his shoulder without looking back, knowing that it will tumble straight into the trash can next to the doors of the school gym without even brushing the rim, before he wraps his arm around your shoulder and gently steers you towards the front doors. “No offence,” you say, “but you kinda stink.” Youngwoon raises an eyebrow, but says nothing, and doesn’t loosen his grip around you. “Okay, it’s more like you really stink.” A loud guffaw spills from Youngwoon’s mouth, and he finally relents, withdrawing his arm. “Sorry, babe. I forgot my deodorant today.” You push him, half playfully, half indignantly. “Woonie!” The affectionate nickname tugs a grin onto his lips, and he grins down at you despite your slightly annoyed expression, which promptly smooths out at the sight of his cheerful expression. You always love it when he smiles, because his whole face seems to light up when he does. You reach up and put your hands around his neck, not caring about the stickiness of his skin despite what you said earlier, and his eyes flutter closed as you give him a kiss. They open again a few seconds after you pull away, and you giggle at his slightly dazed expression. Without warning, he picks you up by the waist and swings you around a few times. Your resulting bout of uncontrollable giggling sends him into a fit of chuckling as well, and for a moment you can’t properly breathe for the beautiful boy with his arms holding you oh-so close to him, and it’s moments like these where you are convinced that he’s simply too good to be true. Your little brother is waiting at the door when you and Kangin enter the house; he promptly holds out his pudgy preschooler arms and Kangin scoops him up as if he weighed no more than a feather. “Hey, champ.” “Hyung!” He locks his short little legs around Kangin’s hips, squealing and giggling in delight; your brother loves your boyfriend almost as much as you do. The sight of their matching mile-wide grins and the fatherly glint in Kangin’s eyes lifts the corners of your mouth, and you wrap your arms around both of them, sneaking a kiss on your brother’s cheek before Kangin’s warm smiling lips find yours once again. It’s moments like these where you are convinced that life, exactly as it is, is simply too good to be true. And you don’t ever want that to change a single bit.