When Nam Soon left Heung Soo’s house and shut the door behind him he couldn’t help the worry which clouded his mind. Soo Min is the only family Heung Soo has left and while the siblings bicker and fight often, Heung Soo genuinely loves his sister and looks up to her. If she reacted badly it would break Heung Soo’s heart. Nam Soon couldn’t help but be nervous for him, as if it were him in that situation (though the thought of telling his dad he’s gay is so absurd it’s almost funny).

Although he’d only just left the house he pulled his mobile from his pocket and double checked it was . It was and he gripped it tightly, ready for the call whenever it came later on.

As the sky outside darkened from red to black he spent the hours holding it; all the way home and then once at home puttering about the kitchen making ramen, fidgeting on the sofa unable to concentrate on his orange-hued TV, even when he went to the bathroom for a piss and awkwardly washed his hands one at a time. He didn’t put it down for a moment, clinging on to it like somebody waiting for news on a loved one who’d been in some sort of accident. Even Nam Soon himself would find it ridiculous if he took a moment to think about what he was doing, but he was far too concerned with Heung Soo to think about such insignificant (at least at the moment) things.

What would she say? Would she be angry? Sad? Disappointed? Disgusted? Ashamed?

He should really try to be a little more optimistic, but it was a hard thing to be. What if she didn’t want Heung Soo seeing him any more? Of course Heung Soo wouldn’t listen to that, but what if she gave him an ultimatum; her or him? Even if he resented her for it for the rest of his life of course he’d pick her, he’d have to – she’s his sister, he’s the guy who broke his leg and ran away.

But there was something else distracting him too. There shouldn’t be, he should be focusing solely on this, but… his mind kept on drifting back to earlier. To getting himself off over - on - Heung Soo. He’d never done anything like that before, never thought about it. It wasn’t planed, hell he wasn’t even sure what it was exactly. He just knew he liked it. It made himself think about… something else. Something he wasn’t comfortable with...

But no – he had to be thinking about Heung Soo right now. This conversation with Soo Min is what’s important. Nam Soon steered his mind from anything else and concentrated on what he’ll say to Heung Soo when he phones.

When his phone beeped a while later he almost jumped out of his skin, and brought it up so fast he almost whacked himself on the nose.

He clicked open the message without reading the senders name and slumped in disappointment when he read the text. It was from Jung Ho, not Heung Soo. Just two simple words; . Off.

Although he was disappointed and it just made him more agitated, there was some relief that Jung Ho was responding and therefore not dead in a ditch or something. He really did need to talk to Heung Soo about going to see those gangsters, but now wasn’t the time. Tomorrow, maybe. He’d deal with Jung Ho tomorrow. In the mean time he forwarded the text to Ji Hoon and Yi Kyung to reassure them in case Jung Ho hadn’t texted them too, and then went back to anxiously waiting for Heung Soo’s phone call.

When it did finally come, another two hours later and rather a lot of restless pacing, Nam Soon had worked himself up into so much worry he almost accidently hit ‘ignore’ rather than ‘answer’ in his haste to speak with him. Thankfully though his clumsy fingers just managed to hit the correct one and he brought the phone to his ear at record speed.

“Heung Soo-ya!” He burst out immediately, as soon as the cool plastic touched his skin. “How did it go?”

“Okay, I suppose,” came a hesitant reply, and Nam Soon melted into his sofa at Heung Soo’s voice. He sounded upset, but not hugely so which eased Nam Soon’s racing heart a little. “She said she needs some time to think it over.”

“What do you mean, what happened?” Nam Soon asked, still anxious though calming steadily. Honestly, he seemed more upset than Heung Soo, which he did feel a little silly about if he were to be honest with himself, but he’d always worry when it comes to Heung Soo. Wanting Heung Soo to be happy came as naturally as breathing. Flowers have to bloom, birds have to fly, the world has to keep turning and Heung Soo has to be happy, that’s the way it is in Nam Soon’s world.

There was a pause, then Heung Soo spoke up again and though he was calm he sounded tired and worn down. Nam Soon immediately wanted to see him, to do anything it took to get that tone changed into one of joy and laughter.

“Do you mind if I come over?” Heung Soo must be able to read his mind or something, Nam Soon mused to himself. Or it was just Heung Soo truly wanting Nam Soon in his life, that he viewed Nam Soon as the person to go to when in need of some comfort? Nam Soon defiantly liked that idea better. “I’d rather speak in person, and Soo Min said she needs some time to herself anyway to think about it.”

“Of course!” Nam Soon was quick to respond. He was desperate to see him. “You don’t need to ask, Heung Soo-ya.”

“I know,” he said. “I just need to get my shoes on, I’ll be there soon.”

They said goodbye and hung up but Nam Soon wasn’t going to just wait around for him; he pulled on his own shoes and headed out to meet Heung Soo.

He met him a little over half-way between their homes, a little closer to Heung Soo’s, and Heung Soo smiled when he saw him. Nam Soon grinned back and jogged over. As soon as he was close enough he embraced Heung Soo in a hug and placed a kiss on the side of his head. It was dark and there was nobody around, so he kissed his lips too; though it was only for a brief moment before Heung Soo pulled away, but he stayed in the embrace.

“I’m glad you called,” Nam Soon said sincerely.

“Well, you did make me promise,” Heung Soo replied, a trace of humour in his voice, but his smile wasn’t one of amusement. It looked more sad than anything. “And now you’ll have to put up with me,” the smile dropped completely, he’d seemingly given up on trying to make light of how he felt. “I don’t know how long for… it might be a few days.”

“Yeah, well, you can make up for it by being my personal slave,” Nam Soon forced the joke. He didn’t want Heung Soo like this. “Come on,” he said, pulling away from the embrace. He grabbed Heung Soo’s wrist firmly and led him back home, both eager to get out of the cold – figuratively and literally.

They kept their silence until the door shut the cold out and they were sat comfortably in the spare room where Nam Soon always slept with Heung Soo when the other boy stayed over. They pulled out a yo and laid down together.

“So what exactly happened?” Nam Soon broached the subject tentatively, lying close enough to Heung Soo so that his right side was pressed up against Heung Soo’s left.

“She actually took it surprisingly well, I think. Well, I mean, not well but she didn’t start shouting or throw me out the house. Not for good, I mean. She just wants… time. Because I…” Heung Soo drifted off, the sentence hanging open and unfinished. He turned his head to give Nam Soon a little wry smile, “she was even less pleased when I told her it’s you I’m with.”

Nam Soon left the unfinished sentence slide, instead picking up on the last one. Soo Min not wanting her brother with him was hardly surprising news. “So what did she say?”

“About being gay, or about dating you?” Heung Soo asked seemingly lightly. It was forced though; Nam Soon could see clear as day that he was fighting to keep his emotions locked away.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to push him. He just watched Heung Soo as he slipped his hands behind his head to cushion it from the hard floor beneath the worn, ragged yo.

Nam Soon mimicked him, lying down beside him and looking up at the ceiling above him. “Both.”

Heung Soo fell silent for a moment, and Nam Soon let him have the time he needed to collect his thoughts.

“She… didn’t say a whole lot. Kept asking me if I was sure, saying that maybe I was just confused and should get a girlfriend.” Nam Soon watched as a frown set on Heung Soo’s face and he pulled at the loose thread on his sleeve. He said nothing about getting a girlfriend, he knows Heung Soo would never even consider that as an option. “I dunno Nam Soon-ah, I don’t really wanna talk about it. Not now. Maybe later, yeah?”

It was hardly the full story, just a tiny snippet of it and Nam Soon wondered just how Soo Min’s questions were worded. Were they said in anger? Did she force them out through tears? Heung Soo was being far to causal about it. It didn’t seem right. But Nam Soon didn’t voice any of this, just nodded and dropped the matter. If Heung Soo wasn’t ready to discuss it he wouldn’t try to make him. Instead he stood and forced a cheerful smile. “Hungry? I’ve got -”

“Ramen,” Heung Soo cut him off with a little chuckle. “It’s all you have. But sure, I could eat.”

Nam Soon nodded and headed to the kitchen area to make it, Heung Soo following close on his heels.

While Soo Min clearly hadn’t accepted him with open arms, it certainly could have gone worse, Nam Soon mused to himself as he pulled out the ramen and set about boiling water. While it seemed Heung Soo had been kicked out of his house for a few days (albeit politely so, it had to be admitted) from what Nam Soon can gather Soo Min hadn’t seemed too freaked out and disowned him or anything over the top like that, so hopefully it would eventually all work out. Well, it’s all Nam Soon could hope for.

There was little conversation between them as the food was cooked then eaten. They washed the dishes together and went to bed soon after, once again lying down side by side on the yo. As the night dispersed and light began to creep up over the skies of Korea, Nam Soon found his mind wandering back once again to the previous evening. There was a part of him, a strong part, that ached for Heung Soo in a similar way as to that moment when he was over him, grinding down into his hand and over his stomach – not that exactly, but something more than hands or mouths. The problem, however, is that he had trouble getting his mind past just ‘want’ and into actually picturing it in his mind’s eye. He wants Heung Soo in every way, to possess and claim and be possessed and claimed in return, to feel Heung Soo in new ways, exciting ways, but… he couldn’t make it more than a vague idea – it wasn’t a bright and vivid fantasy.

He knows why that is; he’s scared. It would mean something, something he’s not sure he’s entirely ready for. It’s venturing into the unknown. Whether it’s a lack of comfort in his own uality or a worry of what it would mean if their relationship were to sour he wasn’t sure, perhaps it was both, but there was something which held him back. He couldn’t even think the word that descried what he wanted to do. Why was it so hard? He was making such a big deal out of it when he didn’t even want to.

He looked at Heung Soo’s sleeping face, over every detail, took in every blemish that marred otherwise smooth skin. He swept his eyes over his nose and jaw, eyebrows and cheeks. Watched as his expression twitched just slightly, eyelashes flickering, and wondered what he’s dreaming about. Hopefully something good. Hopefully his sleep had taken him away from the stress of this night.

If only Nam Soon could watch over him in his dreams too. He longed to protect him from all things, but that was impossible.

He reached out slender fingers and brushed some of Heung Soo’s fringe aside, letting his fingertips trail over soft, pale skin.

“I’m sorry I can’t be everything for you, Heung Soo-ya,” he murmured to the sleeping boy, quietly so as not to disturb him.

Heung Soo’s face twitched again and Nam Soon removed his hand, tucking it under his head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come.

Birdsong was filling the morning air by the time he finally drifted off into a short restless sleep, and he’d woken again before the sun had past the tallest skyscrapers Seoul had to offer.

Too tried to open his eyes he laid there and listened to the sounds of Heung Soo moving around in the living-room. There was a loud clatter followed by an equally loud cuss, then a moment’s dead silence. Nam Soon smiled to himself; clearly Heung Soo dropped a pan and shouted before remembering Nam Soon was asleep, or so he thought anyway. Another beat of silence and Nam Soon gave Heung Soo no indication that he was awake, and so the sounds resumed, though much quieter this time.

He stayed like that until the smell of food began to dominate the room and it was too tempting to resist.

He picked himself up from the floor and made his way to the low table in the living-room.

“Morning,” he said when Heung Soo turned to look at him.

“Hey,” he replied. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Nam Soon shook his head and yawned. “What’s for breakfast?”

Heung Soo didn’t verbally reply but set down a bowl of kimchi jjigae (sadly with no meat as Nam Soon had non in) and another bowl full of rice. He handed Nam Soon a bowl and spoon and sat down with his own.

“Thanks,” Nam Soon said, then wasted no time stuffing more food than should be physically possible into his mouth. It was warm and tasty and helped fight off the tiredness.

Heung Soo watched him for a few moments, then as always shook his head and began eating like a normal human being.

Nam Soon watched him over his bowl while they ate; Heung Soo seemed distracted, he kept pausing in his eating, as if forgetting that food was in front of him. He must be thinking about Soo Min and what transpired between the siblings. The more Nam Soon watched him the more it was killing him to prod further and get something more out of Heung Soo about what was said last night, but Heung Soo would tell him when he was ready, he knew that, and he knew he was being selfish wanting to know right now but he couldn’t help it.

Heung Soo was taking so long eating that by the time Nam Soon’s bowl was empty of second servings Heung Soo had barely eaten a quarter of his. He sighed, then picked up Heung Soo’s once again forgotten bowl and all but shoved it in his face. “You should eat more.”

Heung Soo startled, shocked from his thoughts by the ceramic almost hitting him on the nose. Nam Soon unapologetically waved it around in front of his face until Heung Soo snatched it from him and set it down on the table. Nam Soon met Heung Soo’s annoyed look with a bright smile.

Heung Soo scoffed and reached over the table, but Nam Soon figured what he was doing and moved away before Heung Soo could push him away. “Too slow,” he teased. He blinked in surprise a moment later when a spoon hit him smack on the forehead.

“Too slow,” Heung Soo mocked.

Nam Soon pouted and rubbed his sore head.

“I’m not feeling very hungry today,” Heung Soo declared. He pushed his bowl away, closer to the centre of the table and stood up. “You can wash up.”

Then he was walking off back to the bedroom leaving Nam Soon alone with the dishes. He guessed it was only fair since Heung Soo cooked. He put all the leftover food in the fridge for later, which didn’t leave too many pots. He scrubbed them clean quickly and set them aside to drip dry, then went to see what Heung Soo was up too.

Unsurprisingly he was kicked back reading comics and Nam Soon sat in front of him, legs crossed Indian style.

They had a free day, no school as it was a non-school Saturday and work didn’t begin for Nam Soon until the evening. Today would be as good a day as any to find Jung Ho. Plus it’d be better to not put it off any longer, knows what that little was getting mixed up in every day.

“I think we should go back to that place Jung Ho’s gangster buddies hang and try to find him,” Nam Soon said plainly. No point in beating around the bush.

Slowly, Heung Soo’s comic lowered until their met eyes. “Fine.”

Fine? That was it? No arguing or snide remarks? Just ‘fine’?

“What?” Nam Soon couldn’t help but ask. He’d certainly expected he’d have to talk Heung Soo around to it. The fact he’d agreed so causally left him a little stumped.

“Fine,” Heung Soo repeated. He then carelessly dropped his comic and stood, heading for the door. “I’ll get my shoes on.”

Nam Soon blinked at the spot he’d just been sat on, then scrambled to his feet and hurried after him.

Heung Soo was already waiting, leaning on the front door with arms folded across his chest. “Hurry up, then,” he said as Nam Soon hopped about pulling on a shoe. He quickly got the second one on and ushered Heung Soo out the way so he could open the door.

Heung Soo lazily slumped to the side and stepped out after Nam Soon.

They didn’t delay in heading to the building. It was roughly a twenty minute walk and they chatted idly on the way, more like they were hanging out peacefully rather than off to face some gangsters who already didn’t like them.

“Why are you so keen to keep out of this?” Nam Soon frowned as they walked. “Before you were first to help Oh Jung Ho – when he stole the phones, or owed that gang money. It was you who got me to help, so why the change of heart?”

“Aish, so irritable,” Heung Soo muttered, pushing Nam Soon away. “Maybe I’m just fed up with his constant problems. I’m not his damn babysitter.”

“No,” Nam Soon shook his head, “that’s not it. Come on, what is it really?”

Heung Soo rolled his eyes. “You really want me to say it again, bastard? I told you before, I just don’t want you getting hurt. Okay?”

“Aigoo, your mother hen side is cute.” Nam Soon teased.

Heung Soo gave him a dark look but said nothing more as they reached the building.

They both turned to eye it up.

“Think he’s in there?” Heung Soo asked, a little dubious.

Nam Soon shrugged, “only one way to find out.” Then he headed forwards and pulled open the door, Heung Soo a few steps behind him.

They made their way upwards, meeting no one on the way (which was defiantly for the best). It took nothing more than a couple of minutes to come upon the door to the room they’d been in before, the one with the pool tables.

They glanced at each other one last time. Nam Soon nodded to make sure Heung Soo was ready and got a nod in return, and then he pushed the door open.

He strode into the room with all false bravado, but he knew he’d done it extremely well. Although inside he was nervous (not because of those gangsters, Nam Soon would never fear them, no, he was afraid of returning to the past; returning to that incident if he were to lose control again) he walked with the arrogance of Tsunami, knowing full well Jung Ho would’ve told them about him by now. Even if he hadn’t he’d make sure they saw a side of him that had them hesitant to start a fight.

“Hey, boys,” he greeted casually, hands in his pockets as he strolled to the centre of the room, an easy smile on his face. He didn’t look back but he could sense Heung Soo close behind him, which was reassuring.

There were nine men in the room and they all came over, varying looks of aggression on their faces – some were holding cues and all ready to get physical. Nam Soon came to a stop by one of the pool tables and hopped up onto it, sitting comfortably as his legs dangled. He glanced over to Heung Soo, unable to not worry, but kept on looking untroubled by the current situation (always best to not let people see your nerves). He was reassured by the matching look on Heung Soo’s face as he stood idly, arms crossed and hip leaning nonchalantly on the same pool table Nam Soon was sat on.

“So,” Nam Soon began, turning back to the gangsters with a lazy grin, “I don’t suppose Oh Jung Ho is around, is he?”

“What the is it to you, kid?” One of them spat, stepping closer, trying to intimidate him but Nam Soon didn’t bat an eye.

“Well, he won’t answer my calls,” he replied conversationally. “It’s a bit rude, I’m sure you’d agree?”

“Yah, what’s wrong with this kid? He retarded?” Another of them laughed, and they all followed like parrots. The first one rounded on Nam Soon and jabbed him on the forehead, “you looking to get another beating, kid?”

Nam Soon smacked the hand away, the sound ringing out in the room.

The laughter stopped and the guy grabbed Nam Soon by his T-shirt collar. He heard Heung Soo shift but didn’t look his way. He calmly pulled the hand from his top and soothed the rumbled cloth back down. “Don’t put your hand on me again or I’ll break it.”

There was a moment of tense silence as Nam Soon waited for a reaction. Then the one who’d grabbed him scoffed and stepped back. “You’ve got some ing nerve, kid. It’d be admirable if it weren’t so stupid.”

“Are you going to answer me?” Nam Soon pressed, ignoring his words.

“Yah! You little -” one of the others began, but the one who’d addressed Nam Soon waved at him to shut up.

“No, he ain’t here,” the gangster said. “Why? What do you want with that little er?”

Ignoring the question Nam Soon took another look around the room, taking in the faces of each person. There was nothing to say that the guy wasn’t lying, Jung Ho could easily be in the building somewhere. “You sure?”

“Yah, you think you don’t have to answer me?” The gangster said, eyes narrowing. “Coming up in here being disrespectful, who the do you think you are?”

This was getting them nowhere. It was clearly a dumb idea to come here. Jung Ho didn’t seem to be around so it’d be best to leave before a fight broke out. Nam Soon glanced over to Heung Soo, silently asking what he thought. Heung Soo just shrugged, leaving it up to him.

Nam Soon sighed. “Fine, we’ll go.”

He jumped from the pool table but before he could take more than a single step a hand to his shoulder pushed him back into it.

“Did I ing say you could go?” The gangster said. “You didn’t even bother getting permission to enter, so the least you’re gonna do is ask nicely to leave.”

“As if,” Nam Soon snorted. He pushed past, intent on leaving, but a punch to the head knocked him to the side. He swung round, ready to knock the er out but Heung Soo beat him to it; a fist right to the bastard’s face and a kick to his stomach that sent him tumbling, his back hitting a pool table and that would defiantly cause a nasty bruise.

There was a second’s pause, then everybody jumped in fists swinging and Nam Soon could hardly keep track of who he was hitting and who he was taking hits from. He was working more on pure instinct rather than any learnt skill. The only thing he needed to know was were Heung Soo was and making sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. A quick glance at him between punches showed that he seemed to be in rather good spirits. While punching someone in the face perhaps wasn’t the best method of letting off steam it was sure working out for Heung Soo.

It couldn’t go on though, they were outnumbered and out of practise in large gang fights. Nam Soon made for the door, punching out two people on his way and grabbing hold of Heung Soo, urging him along. Much like last time they made a run for it, the gangsters who were able giving chase.

After getting out on to the street Nam Soon chanced a glance back and saw that only four had followed. They shouldn’t be too much of a problem if they caught up so he slowed down, mindful of Heung Soo’s leg.

“Yah!” One of the thugs shouted, a little out of breath. “I thought you were supposed to be some kind of legendary fighter, how ‘bout you come here an’ be a man rather than a little ?!”

“Well it’d be too pathetic watching a grown man cry,” Nam Soon called back. “And I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble from mummy and daddy for fighting!” He turned around and gave him the middle finger before taking a corner with Heung Soo on to a main street.

With plenty of people milling about that place was to open and populated for a fight – the police would be called immediately. So they slowed to a walk, making rude and mocking gestures at the gang when they caught up.

“You won’t be so lucky next time, you goddamn ing fags!” One of them yelled, earning the gang many dirty looks from passer-bys. “Just wait, Tsunami,” the name was spat with heavy mocking, “we’ll finish your work and make sure your little friend can’t walk no more, bastard!”

Nam Soon’s blood boiled. He made to move towards them, intent in teaching them exactly why they should never threaten his boyfriend - he’ll smash their ing worthless skulls into the pavement – but he was held back when Heung Soo wrapped his hands around his waist and literally picked him up. He squirmed and pulled at Heung Soo’s hands trying to get free, but Heung Soo held fast with difficulty.

“Not here, you bastard,” he hissed in Nam Soon’s ear, but Nam Soon was beyond caring right now. It didn’t matter if he were arrested just so long as he caused them sons of es pain.

He was half carried, half dragged away down the street by Heung Soo, leaving those soon-to-be-dead ers laughing at them.

It took them a few streets of pulling and pushing and attracting far too much negative attention before Nam Soon began to cool off and Heung Soo released him.

“Better?” Heung Soo asked, aggravated and not even trying to hide it.

“No,” Nam Soon snarled. “I’ll kill them.”

“Were did all that self-control go, you retarded bastard?” Heung Soo snapped. “Stop being such a ing dumb , trying to fight out in the open!”

“Yah!” Nam Soon shouted back, getting defensive. “Why are you angry at me? Did you hear what that bastard said?!”

“I’m not deaf,” Heung Soo snarled. “He called me - us - fags. But it was just an insult, he doesn’t know, so… so it doesn’t matter.”

Nam Soon frowned, forgetting for a moment that he was angry because that was not what he meant. The basted had threatened to injure Heung Soo’s leg even more, to cripple him, and all Heung Soo was bothered about was getting called a ? What the ? He’d hardly bat an eye at the word before, he was more confident in his uality than Nam Soon for ’s sake. So why did it bother Heung Soo when it barely registered with Nam Soon due to the other worse comment? Was it the first time he’d been called it to his face or something? But even then surely bringing up his leg injury that prevented him for fulfilling his dream was more of a blow?

“I meant him saying he’d hurt you,” Nam Soon clarified, hoping he’d get some clarification on Heung Soo’s thoughts in return.

“Oh, right. That,” Heung Soo said, as if it hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Nam Soon waited for more, but Heung Soo said nothing. He just his heel and started walking back to Nam Soon’s place.

Nam Soon followed silently. The journey back was a little tense between them, but the walk and the fresh air relaxed them until Nam Soon’s anger dissipated and Heung Soo’s steps got lighter.

When they returned home and shut the door Nam Soon let out a sigh of relief. That hadn’t gone too bad. Sure, they didn’t find Jung Ho which was their aim but it didn’t get too violent either – no broken bones, just a few bruises.

They toed off their shoes and having already put their mini disagreement behind them Nam Soon wrapped his arms around Heung Soo’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Heung Soo-ya, wanna do something fun?” He asked, sliding a hand down to Heung Soo’s crotch suggestively. They could both do with ridding themselves of the left over adrenaline and relaxing.

What Nam Soon was expecting was for Heung Soo to turn around and kiss him, or maybe immediately pull him to the bedroom or living room. What he didn’t expect was for Heung Soo to tense under his hands and break away from his hold.

Nam Soon watched, surprised and confused as Heung Soo stepped away and shook his head. “Not now,” he muttered, voice quiet and tight. He walked off to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him without even glancing at Nam Soon.

Nam Soon could only watch, dumfounded. Was it something he’d done? Heung Soo had never turned down intimacy before. He was fine just a moment ago. Was it getting called a ?

“Heung Soo-ya?” He called out, a little hesitantly. He went over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Heung Soo-ya, you okay?”

There was a lull between them and he wasn’t sure Heung Soo was going to answer.

“I’m fine,” Heung Soo finally said just when Nam Soon was giving up on a reply. “I just need a shower.”

“Oh…” Nam Soon frowned at the solid piece of wood in front of him. “Okay…”

He stepped away, heading to the living-room and turning on the TV to fill the sudden quiet. What was that about? He’ll just ask once Heung Soo re-emerges. He’s probably just reading too much into it anyway. After fighting and running they’re both a little sweaty, and it’s not like a guy isn’t allowed to not want to get off every now and then. He can’t be all the time.

Yeah, he’ll just ask him later and Heung Soo will laugh and call him a retard.

Neither of them bring it up.