38 days. 03 hours. 12 minutes.

“Have you been seeing those flickers of colors as well?” Hyukjae asks when they met again, and Jongwoon chokes on air. “Hyung?”

Jongwoon notices how Hyukjae had gotten a little more comfortable with him as the days passed - before, he used to call him ‘Jongwoon-ssi’ but now he would often call him ‘hyung’, and Jongwoon noted he was more open to skinship, more than before.

And it makes him ask himself how and when it happens, and wonder how he’s going to leave if he can’t forget how it feels right to be beside the younger male.

“Ah, yes, I’ve been seeing it.” Jongwoon answers after a long silence, not knowing how to approach the subject without ing everything. “I can’t explain much to you, you should discover it by yourself.”

“Why?”

“It won’t be special if I tell you.” Jongwoon chuckles lightly at the pout in Hyukjae’s lips, wishing that he could kiss it. “Now, now, let’s focus on something else, shall we?” 

“Okay, let’s go. You still have to buy me a hot chocolate.” Hyukjae smiles, and Jongwoon feels his heart beating fast when he noticed it was the only smile Hyukjae showed him without it being forced. “But you have to tell me more about those colors later.”

“Maybe another time, Hyukjae-ah.” Jongwoon sighs and wishes that he could rewind time. So that if he leaves, heartbreak won’t hurt Hyukjae as much as it would hurt him.