01. sungjin;

when he says it, it catches you off guard.

you stare at him after, soapy water still running over your skin and forgotten utensils dropping from your hands. it takes a moment to process, and you really don’t dare to believe it. the only thing you are sure of is that the newfound warmth that flushes up your cheeks now has nothing to do with the heated plate against your palms.

but it somehow seems to catch him off guard too, as if the triad of words escaped his lips without his permission. he stumbles and tries to speak a oncetwice three times, before he stops.

you barely have time to blink, because in a few steps, he’s suddenly leaning down and turning off the faucet, round eyes steadily focused on you. then his large hands find yours and his guitarist fingers slip easily through the spaces. you can’t help but lean into the touch, into him.

“what?” you dare to ask, shy smile gliding into your voice.

so, he says it again in awe, like it's the first time he's realized.

02. jae;

when he says it, it sounds like he meant something else.

at this, you throw an incredulous smile over book you’ve been reading, in hopes that it covers the breathlessness that suddenly overtakes your body.

he sinks into the couch beside you, hips touching yours, still shaking his head in disbelief. he mutters something about how wonderful you are and you shouldn’t have gotten the music book for him, even though you had known he had wanted it for a long time.

but, as he watches you try to laugh it off, as he takes in your expression, the weight of what he had just said hits, and you can see the familiar shyness creeping in. yet he doesn’t turn away, and doesn’t hide behind his glasses like he usually does.

“really?” you urge, sitting up to meet him more than halfway.

so, he says it again as a thank you, tucked in sm