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Jongho’s had his eye on one of his classmates for a while now.
The two don’t actually go to the same high school but met in art prep school. Well, not really met, but that is where Jongho first laid eyes upon the other.
—-Four months ago—-
Jongho wasn’t sure he was truly cut out for art—he had only really started going to prep school out of curiosity and mild interest. He had joined his art club a few months prior just in order to feel something…different. School was easy but it was also monotonous and Jongho felt empty completing day to day assignments. He felt anxious thinking about his future and college, about how deep down there was nothing he truly cared about.
And then one day a senior introduced him to art and his world bloomed into color.
That fueled his desire to improve his art skills, he had always been hardworking and he thought he had been seeing a lot of progress in art club. Until he got to prep school.
Everyone was so…talented. Better than him for sure.
Jongho started to have second thoughts. He didn’t think his parents would support a career in art either. He was so on the verge of quitting despite getting this far. And then a new opportunity presented itself.
Music.
One particular fateful day, Jongho was walking to his oil painting class in prep school when he passed a class already in session. It was a vocal class and the mesmerizing voices is what drew him closer to the door, peering slightly in. He hadn’t even known voices could sound like that. And he had fallen in love. A different kind of love from art. That had been the gateway. This was pure, unadulterated love—a love that Jongho didn’t think possible for someone like him.
The next day he had transferred over to the music department and that had been that. Jongho had spiraled down the rabbit hole.
—-Present day—-
So how then, one might ask, would Jongho have time to keep an eye on one of his classmates? Or rather former classmate.
Of course, Jongho was crazy busy trying to catch up, he was already a sophomore and much further behind than everyone else but he had raw talent and courage compared to the refined and filtered voices of his peers.
So while every day he was doing his best to get his shit together, he still couldn’t help but think back to the only other thing, or rather person, that had been able to pique his curiosity.
It hadn’t been the first day of oil painting class or even the first week that Jongho had noticed the other. That had primarily been due to the fact that the oil painting course was so big it had been split into two different classes. However, every two weeks they would rotate the students to keep the challenges and perspectives fresh and new.
So, Jongho had spent those first two initial weeks floundering, just trying to keep his head above the water, afloat. His art and style had improved drastically within just those few days but it wasn’t surprising considering how much time he was putting into art every single day and how cutthroat and intense his prep classes were.
There had only been one thing holding Jongho back from completely dropping out of prep school altogether and that was the classmate he had saw the day it was time to switch classes.
His name was Kang Yeosang (Jongho might’ve stolen a look at his ID badge) and he was absolutely breathtaking.
He wore his blonde hair long and tied back, usually tucking the longer pieces of his bangs that fell in his face behind his ear. Jongho often wondering what it looked like down.
They were relatively the same height, only about a inch difference, and Jongho was surprised to find upon closer inspection one day that Yeosang was actually quite toned and muscular despite his skinnier frame. He had rolled up his sleeves high, exposing beautiful pale skin, veiny hands and forearms, and ripped biceps.
Speaking of his hands, Jongho’s eyes were constantly attracted to them. His long, delicate fingers, pale hands stained with paint and charcoal—slender artist hands. Jongho might’ve drawn/painted those hands a few times in the privacy of his bedroom from pure memory. There was many times he wanted to snap a picture for safekeeping.
But what had really caught Jongho’s attention, aside from Yeosang’s unreal beauty and quietly strong presence was his outfits. It was kind of unfair to have such good looks and be able to perfectly enhance them every single day. It was a distraction and Jongho was only too happy to let himself be distracted (not that he could stop even if he wanted to). What made things worse was the types of things Yeosang wore. The other male looked good in everything (which was also insanely unfair, he would probably still look like a model with a trash bag on) and his makeup was always on point which really was unsurprising considering he was an extremely talented artist. But oftentimes, Yeosang wore skirts and dresses to class. All types and kinds of little pleated skirts and long flowy dresses.
Jongho wasn’t sure if Yeosang’s school didn’t have a uniform or if the other just changed for prep school, but he wasn’t complaining. Okay maybe just a little bit. Because how was he supposed to focus?! Yeosang had no business looking that good all the time. It was completely unfair.
But now that Jongho had transferred programs he barely saw Yeosang anymore and he had been too much of a nervous wreck to even approach the beautiful male when they had been in the same class.
Until that fateful day that changed everything.
—-
Jongho had his noise canceling headphones on, eyes focused on his phone as he debated what song to play next when he bumped into someone.
He apologized quickly, looking up to find two girls standing in front of him. However neither were paying attention to him, instead fixated on the spectacle before them.
Three guys, classmates and friends by the looks of their matching uniforms, stood blocking Yeosang’s path. Jongho immediately softened a bit at the sight of the other boy and how cute he looked. It had been a minute since he had last seen Yeosang and he was feeling slightly deprived (so what, he was swimming in crush territory here, he wasn’t ashamed).
So for a minute, Jongho let himself soak in the sight of Yeosang. The other boy had on a black beret, a puffy long sleeved purple dress that ended right above the knees, and black mary janes. He looked magnificent. And slightly frightened.
Jongho didn’t like that. Not one bit.
He stepped around the girls, slipping off his headphones and shoving his phone in his pocket as he made his way to Yeosang. Upon reaching him, he made sure to edge himself a bit in front of the other boy, like a barrier between Yeosang and the three guys that leered down at him.
“Is there a problem?” He cut in, staring hard at the boy in the middle.
“Yeah,” he sneered, “You’re little boyfriend thinks he can just dress like that and get away with it. We were just—“
“I don’t see how he dresses is any concern of yours,” Jongho cuts in again, tone brutally calm. “And if you happen to make any more unkind remarks, then I’ll be sure to make you wish you hadn’t.”
With that, he turns to put a hand on the small of Yeosang’s back, guiding him around and away from the boys who are now cursing and shouting slurs at them, eyes wild with hate.
Jongho pauses to slip his headphones over Yeosang’s ears with a soft apologetic smile before taking the blonde’s hand and continuing to lead him away.
Jongho doesn’t stop until they’re in front of the door to the oil painting room.
Yeosang reaches to slip off the headphones, handing them back to Jongho before bowing slightly. “Thank you,” he says quietly, body trembling slightly and eyes glistening with emotion he’s trying desperately to hold back.
He moves to step into the classroom but Jongho’s hand shoots out unthinkingly and turns the boy back to him.
“You look really pretty today,” he blurts out. A blush begins to spread across his cheeks at the silence that ensues and he feels like an idiot. “I really wanted to tell you that, at least once.” He drops his bag to the ground and takes off his zip up hoodie before handing it to Yeosang. “You don’t have to take it, but…yeah,” he finishes lamely.
Yeosang wipes away a stray tear and takes the jacket with shaking hands. And then he walks into class. Jongho watches as he sits down, clutching the hoodie to his chest. Yeosang dips his face down, clearly breathing in Jongho’s scent and he seems to visibly calm down a little.
Jongho smiles at the scene. “See ya later beautiful,” he whispers to himself, before walking off to his own class.
Jongho knows that Yeosang’s class runs longer than his so he has time to go buy drinks from the vending machines downstairs. By the time he makes it back up, Yeosang’s class has just finished wrapping up.
Yeosang’s supplies all packed up neatly next to his desk, Jongho recognizing the pink pencil case sitting on top. After he enters the room, he picks out the blonde male stood before a canvas, giving thoughts to a smaller girl who nods eagerly and scribbles the ideas in her notebook. He can’t help but notice Yeosang is wearing his hoodie, it being a bit oversized on his lithe frame.
As Jongho approaches, their words come clearer, catching the tail end of Yeosang’s words about shading and brightness.
“Thank you, Yeosang sunbae! That was so incredibly helpful, you have no idea.” She smiles brightly.
Yeosang just brings a sweater paw to his lips, looking embarrassed. He waves her off with the other sweater paw, looking impossibly cute to Jongho’s eyes. “It was really nothing,” he says shyly.
The girl notices Jongho. “Oh, hello. Did you need something?”
“Um yes actually, I need to borrow your sunbae,” he replies with a small smile before looking expectantly at Yeosang.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Oh! And give you this,” he hands over the drink he bought.
Yeosang stares at him puzzled for a moment before slowly accepting the offering. “Thank you.” He hesitates. “Do we know each other? Besides what happened today of course,” he rushes to add.
Jongho pouts a little. “You don’t remember me? I used to sit in this very room with you a few months back.”
“O-oh…I’m sorry, I’m bad at remembering people and I’m usually so focused on my work…” Yeosang frowns.
“It’s okay,” Jongho chuckles a little, “We’ve never really talked before, I just admired you from afar.”
Yeosang blushes at that, clearly taken aback. He goes to say something but Jongho beats him to the punch.
“Hang out with me sometime? Maybe next weekend?”
“Oh. Um, why would you wanna do that? If you don’t mind me asking?” That puzzled look is on Yeosang’s face again.
“No, I don’t mind. And it’s because I find you interesting. I hope we can become friends.” Jongho smiles gently.
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’m free next Saturday?”
“Great!” Jongho beams even wider before pulling out his phone and handing it to the blonde so that he can type in his phone number.
“I guess I should formally introduce myself,” he says once he’s retrieved his phone and called Yeosang so the other has his number. “I’m Choi Jongho, year 2. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He bows to complete his greeting.
“Kang Yeosang,” Yeosang replies, “But I have a feeling you already knew that. Year 3. It’s also a pleasure to meet you.”
“I did know you’re name,” Jongho admits a little guiltily. “Would it be okay if I called you hyung?”
At Yeosang’s nod, Jongho smiles again. “Well hyung, let’s go. I’ll walk you home.” He almost expects the older to disagree but surprisingly he accepts with a little nod and the two head off.
On Saturday, they go to an arcade at Jongho’s recommendation. Yeosang shows up in a long pink floral skirt, a cream cardigan sweater with a matching pink crop top underneath and cream colored converse. His hair is clipped back as usual but this time he has pink flower clips framing his bangs. He looks absolutely breathtaking.
They play all sorts of games, eat a bunch of snacks and laugh at Jongho’s dumb jokes. He manages to win Yeosang a stuffed tiger and is rewarded with the absolutely adorable sight of the older squeezing the stuffed animal to his chest. Afterwards, they go grab a bite to eat and shop around for a bit until the sun starts to set and they bid each other goodbyes after Jongho walks Yeosang home of course.
Their friendship progresses quickly from there, typically hanging out after prep school and on the weekends. Jongho hadn’t expected Yeosang to warm up to him so quickly especially with how wary the older boy was of him when they first met but he’s delighted nonetheless. And yet despite it all, Jongho wants more.
While he cherishes this time spent together and the friendship they’ve begun to establish, Jongho wants Yeosang not as a friend but a boyfriend. It’s way too early to tell his hyung that but Jongho has known from the very start, the very moment he laid eyes upon Yeosang that he was special and beautiful and wholesome. Yeosang was his bundle of joy, his muse, his lullaby, the beating of his heart.
Jongho was a rather simplistic and reasonable guy. He wasn’t the type to believe in fairy tales, the touchy-feely type, or the type to be carried away by romantic notions and ideals. But Yeosang had opened a side of himself, a door he didn’t even know existed.
He didn’t really stop to question things, like his sexuality or why he had never been interested in people like this before. All he knew was that this was something unique and precious, that nothing mattered as long as he had Yeosang.
The months go by and Jongho finds himself holding back more and more, impatient to finally make Yeosang his and similarly to belong to Yeosang.
—-One week later—-
It’s a Sunday, a lazy day for both of them. Jongho texted Yeosang asking if he could come over and watch movies all day to which the older male readily agreed.
They watch two movies before Jongho gets up to go to the bathroom. He splash’s water onto his face, trying to finally gather his courage, after having to resist so many times in making a move during the past couple of hours. This is it.
Jongho makes his way back down to the basement before plopping on the couch and pulling Yeosang’s feet into his lap, carefully peeling off his socks. Yeosang just looks at him curiously for a moment before yawning and turning back to his book.
He starts with warming up one foot with both hands, running his fingers down his ankle to his toes which causes Yeosang to giggle slightly. Jongho smiles in response before gently kneading deeper, biting his lip as Yeosang’s giggles turn into little breathy moans. He works at that foot for a bit, massaging at knots and tension before moving on to the next one. Yeosang’s feet are delicate yet strong looking, beautiful like his hands, like the rest of him. Jongho can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to Yeosang’s ankle and the older boy looks at him in surprise.
And then very slowly, deliberately Jongho begins kissing up Yeosang’s leg, never breaking eye contact. By the time he gets to the edge of Yeosang’s skirt, the other boy is flushed pink and trembling. Jongho drops his leg, unable to stop himself from surging forward and kissing Yeosang deeply on the mouth.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers hotly against Yeosang’s cheek after pulling away, still pressing kisses on whatever skin he can reach.
Yeosang whimpers in response, gripping Jongho’s sleeve and Jongho wastes no time in capturing his lips again.
A knock sounds on the door and the two hurriedly pull apart.
“Mom says dinner’s ready,” Yeosang’s sister calls through the door and then footsteps thump downstairs.
They both sit there, catching their breath. And then Yeosang sits up, straightening his clothes. “Let’s not do this again,” is all he says before getting up and leaving the room. Leaving Jongho cold and empty inside.
—-
The days pass and it’s clear that Yeosang is avoiding him.
Jongho’s not entirely sure just how he fucked up exactly, considering that Yeosang was kissing him back, clinging onto his fiercely and whimpering his name…
Which means that either his little Yeosangie is afraid and in denial or there’s something bigger at play.
Either way, Jongho is determined to figure it out. If he can just manage to get ahold of the other.
—-
“Kang Yeosang. Stop right there.”
Yeosang stands there in the doorframe, clearly taken aback back the lack of honorifics but Jongho doesn’t care. It’s not his best idea but he’s finally managed to corner the blonde down a day later and if Jongho’s being honest, he’s sick and tired of the running away games. Maybe it was childish but when Jongho showed up on Yeosang’s doorstep, his mother was all too happy to let him in, talking about how much they all missed him. She ushered him upstairs and there Jongho waited for Yeosang to arrive home who was of course taken aback by the sight of the younger in his bedroom.
“Can we just talk, hyung,” he softens his voice and holding out his hands in a placating manner.
“What’s there to talk about? We kissed and that’s it. Nothing special.” Yeosang speaks lowly, avoiding eye contact.
Jongho steps forward angrily and grabs Yeosang’s arm, making the other look at him. “How could you say that? We both know that’s not true.” He lets the anger and hurt seep into his voice.
Yeosang pulls himself free, breathing in deeply.
“I just don’t understand…”
“Understand what?” Jongho demands.
“Understand why you would choose someone like me.” Yeosang’s voice breaks a little at the end and it physically pains Jongho to hear his self-deprecating tone.
“Don’t talk like that. I know you feel this connection between us, same as I do. As I have from the very beginning I met you.” He steps towards Yeosang again. “Maybe it’s too early to say it but I love you, Yeosang. All of you, more than you could possibly know, let alone understand.”
Yeosang just stares at him, unable to speak by the way his jaw unhinges and closes.
And then he does speak.
“Doesn’t it disgust you? The way I dress? Don’t you despise me? Just a little boy playing dress up?” He tries, still trying to push Jongho away.
But Jongho knows exactly what he’s trying to do. He’s so tired of this little facade. He’s not sure when he’s begun to realize it but Yeosang has begun to twist his words around Jongho, looking at him to decipher his true meaning. It’s taken this long for Jongho to catch up and to be frank, he wishes the little brat was just upfront about his feelings.
“Did you really think I didn’t know what you were?” He pushes the smaller male backwards, watching as he stumbles and falls against the wall.
Jongho wastes no time caging him in. The older man trembles against him as he caresses his cheek before forcing his head back so they could stare eye to eye.
“What is it? Are you scared of me?” He barks out a laugh, finger curling under the blonde male’s chin. “No…you’re excited, huh? Like a bitch in heat.” He lets the rude words sink in, any pretense of nicety gone between them and he knows deep down that’s exactly what Yeosang wants.
He lets his other hand travel down, pushing past the folds of Yeosang’s dress and exposing fishnets, pale pink lingerie and an even prettier pink cock straining against those panties.
“No surprises there,” Jongho leans in close to speak hot, thick words in Yeosang’s ear, “We both know exactly what kind of dirty little slut you are, dressing up like this.”
Yeosang whines at the words, a flush spreading across his face.
Jongho just smirks before running a finger along Yeosang’s thigh and up over his underwear, across his stomach. Touching everywhere except where he knows the older wants it most. Needs it most.
Yeosang whimpers again, louder this time. His hands come up to grip Jongho’s shoulder as his hips arch forward, looking for friction.
Jongho wastes no time grabbing the older and stilling him. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. As much as I would love to make you get off by rubbing against me like the bitch in heat that you are—that would be too easy.” There’s an almost malicious glint in his eyes as he leans forward to lick against Yeosang’s ear before whispering into it
again.
“You’re gonna have to beg for it.”
———-
Jongho sits on Yeosang’s bed as the older kneels on the ground in front of him, clad in only his sheer pink bralette, panties and fishnets. He loosens his school uniform tie, waiting patiently for Yeosang to speak.
“Um,” Yeosang licks his lips hesitantly, looking up at Jongho who just nods encouragingly.
“Please…” he whimpers, body trembling as he shuffles closer, his erection visibly straining through his panties.
“Please what?” Jongho prompts, unbuttoning two top buttons of his dress shirt.
Yeosang clenches his fists cutely and scrunches his eyes closed. “Please make me feel good,” he squeaks.
“That won’t do,” Jongho tuts, “You’ll need to look at me when asking such a thing. And I do believe I mentioned begging.”
Yeosang shudders at the words, slowly opening his eyes, long lashes fluttering. He shifts even closer, hand reaching out. “May I?”
Jongho nods and Yeosang rests his hand on his thigh, gathering the material of Jongho’s pants in his fist.
“Will you take care of me?” He juts out his bottom lip, making himself as cute as possible and Jongho nearly buckles at the words. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want…just please, please touch me already,” he finishes with a little sob.
Jongho beckons him forward, patting his thigh with a “come, sit,” and Yeosang wastes no time in surging forward and planting himself in Jongho’s lap.
Jongho lets the older wind his arms around his neck and kiss him a few times but he puts an end to it before Yeosang can try and set the pace.
When Yeosang pouts, he reminds him that “good boys can wait.”
Jongho settles a large warm hand on Yeosang’s hip which Yeosang jerks a little bit at.
“I want you to unbutton the rest of my shirt,” he commands and Yeosang scrambles to do what he’s told.
“Slower, a little bit slower…good. Leave it on,” he says when Yeosang goes to push it off. He positions the older so that he’s straddling him, Yeosang’s erection bumping into his own straining cock. Both moan at the contact and Jongho takes a moment to rip Yeosang’s fishnets and push aside his panties, fingers ghosting over the blonde’s twitching hole.
“Oh please, please Jongho, I need it,” Yeosang begs as Jongho’s fingers tickle his skin teasingly, “I need your fingers inside me.”
“Someone has a dirty mouth,” Jongho remarks as he nips at Yeosang’s neck, before kissing the smooth skin and licking along his collarbone. Without warning, he shoves a thick finger inside his twitching hole and Yeosang nearly falls against Jongho’s chest at the sudden intrusion.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks as he lightly pumps his finger in and out and Yeosang nods eagerly.
“Yesss, oh fuck, yes more please. I need it.”
Jongho adds a second finger and sucks a dark bruise against the column of Yeosang’s throat. He continues to leisurely fuck his fingers into the older, content with watching as Yeosang wildly pushes back onto him, desperate for more.
“That’s not really what you want is it?” He asks, a cunning smile slowly growing on his face. Yeosang nods his head no frantically and Jongho’s smile grows bigger.
“Tell me what you want then,” Jongho states.
Suddenly, Yeosang seems to grow a little shy, voice lowering as he ducks his head and whispers his answer.
“I’m sorry, what was that? You’ll have to speak up.”
Yeosang repeats it, barely louder than the first time.
“I guess you’ll have to suffer disappointment if you cannot properly ask for what you want.” Jongho smirks, moving his hands to push off the bed.
“No! No, I can say it. Please, I’m sorry.” Yeosang clings to him desperately and Jongho feels a little bad for messing with him.
“Go on then.”
“I want..your cock. Inside me.” Yeosang flushes a furious red but Jongho just growls at the words. He crushes his lips to the older’s who kisses back hungrily, their erections grinding deliciously against each other.
“Ask and you shall receive,” Jongho breathes against Yeosang’s skin. He flips the blonde on his stomach, ripping the fishnets a bit wider before reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube.
“How did you—?” Yeosang’s confusion is cut off with a cry when Jongho begins licking against his hole.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know a little slut like you keeps lube in his nightstand?” Jongho chuckles against Yeosang’s hole, loving the way the older male squirms underneath him. He sits up to yank down his pants before popping open the lube and drizzling it over Yeosang’s asscheeks, watching it slide between and over his hole. Then he takes a generous amount and slides it over his own neglected cock, the burning, pulsating ache being soothed just a little after receiving some attention.
“Are you ready, Princess?” He asks, letting his dick slide between Yeosang’s cheeks and rub against his hole.
Yeosang jumps and moans at the sensation. “Oh my god, yes, please fuck me.”
Jongho doesn’t need to be told twice, so he begins easing the tip inside, Yeosang’s tight hole slightly resisting the thick head of Jongho’s cock. It takes a moment for it to pop inside and then Jongho begins gently pushing forward. Yeosang’s back muscles clench at the intrusion but he after a few moments he relaxes and urges Jongho to hurry. Again, he doesn’t need to be told twice.
Still, he lets Yeosang fully adjust once he’s all the way inside. He’s never done this before, only watched porn, so he can’t help but break character to ask Yeosang “how does it feel?”
“Weirdly full but in a good way. I think I’m ready.” He pushes back against Jongho and both moan at the sensation. Jongho pulls out and pushes back in a little faster than before, and then finally he starts to build a rhythm, fucking into Yeosang faster and harder as the pleasure begins to overtake him. Yeosang’s slurred “more” and “harder” certainly do not help him slow down.
Inexperienced and overwhelmed with the dizzying heat of Yeosang’s clenching hole has Jongho cumming much faster than he would’ve liked and he manages to pull out before spilling his seed messily over Yeosang’s ass.
Yeosang whimpers at the hot fluid before rolling on his side to face Jongho. His cheeks are red and his erection still straining at his precum stained panties.
“You didn’t cum, Jongho notes, flipping Yeosang so that he completely faces him. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
Yeosang whines again, jerking at Jongho’s fingers sliding under his bralette and fondling his hardened nipples. “This is some really cute underwear,” he murmurs, “It would’ve been a shame if I missed out seeing you all dolled up like this.” Yeosang gasps as Jongho takes one of his nipples into his mouth while simultaneously letting his other hand sneak down into Yeosang’s underwear and take a hold of his cock. He jerks him off slowly, languidly licking at both nipples. “You really think I wouldn’t love you like this, want you exactly as you are? I don’t care what version of Yeosang I get because you are mine and I am yours.”
He takes his time to suckle purple bruises into Yeosang’s skin, equal parts torturous and teasing. He eats up all of Yeosang’s whimpers, whines and moans and soon is sporting his own semi-hard on again. He denies Yeosang his orgasm, gripping the base of his cock.
And then he pushes his way back inside of Yeosang, bending his legs so that he can access his hole easier from the front. Immediately he sets a brutal pace, knowing that neither of them will last long. He pumps Yeosang’s cock in time with his thrusts and it’s not long before the older is crying out and shooting streaks of white across his own chest. He jerks at the overstimulation, salty tears streaming down his cheeks as Jongho continues to pump inside of him before grinding his second finish against Yeosang’s fluttering hole. Jongho licks his tears away before slowly pulling out and nuzzling against the older as he winces slightly.
“Okay?” He whispers against Yeosang’s soft skin and the blonde smiles happily.
“Better than okay. Thank you.”
He slumps against Yeosang tiredly before forcing himself to go to Yeosang’s adjoining bathroom for a warm, wet rag. He wipes the half-asleep boy down before tucking him into bed. “Go to sleep, baby doll. I’ll let our moms know I’m sleeping over.”
Yeosang just nods sleepily in response and then he’s out like a light. Jongho just sits on the floor, still naked, watching enamored at how ethereal Yeosang looks even asleep, especially with the way the fading sunlight lingers against his blonde waves. Jongho realizes that during their heated sex, Yeosang’s hair had come undone and now it settles gently around his shoulders.
After feeling a bit like a creepy stalker, he finally gets up to clean himself up and redress before heading down the stairs. In truth he’s not sure how nobody heard all the racket they made upstairs and wonders how he’ll explain himself should he be confronted.
But to his surprise the house is empty. Yeosang’s mother left them a note saying that dinner was in the oven, she and Yeosang’s father had went out for a little date. Jongho’s not sure where Yeosang’s sister is but her car isn’t in the driveway so that solves things for now. He chuckles at his pure luck before helping himself to a glass of water and a portion of Yeosang’s mom’s casserole in the oven. It’s delicious and only add to Jongho’s growing happiness.
When he’s finished, he brings up a glass of water for Yeosang who’s still asleep before climbing into bed with the blonde. He shoots his mother a text about the impromptu sleepover who thankfully agrees considering tomorrow is the start of the weekend. Then once everything’s settled he flicks on some Netflix and kicks back, gently petting Yeosang’s hair as he slowly drifts to sleep.
It only takes five days for Jongho to convince Yeosang to be his boyfriend.
It takes another two months before the blonde admits that he loves Jongho back.
Jongho promises himself that he’ll cherish this beautiful blonde boy forever, that’ll he’ll hold those paint-stained hands and kiss away all tears from those stunning brown eyes. He’ll love Yeosang no matter what he wears, no matter how he chooses to identify, no matter what obstacles life throws in their way.
Furthermore, he’ll love Yeosang no matter how many times the older pushes him away when really what he wants is for Jongho to hold him tighter. Because Jongho knows.
Because that’s what you do when you love someone—you love all the flaws, the messy bits, the insecurities, all the bad right alongside all the good.
Even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard.