“You’re so annoying.” Yesung tears his gaze off Hyukjae’s face, determined to look literally anywhere else. His DVD shelf looks like a good choice. “Go home.”

“Nah,” Hyukjae says, shrugging. Yesung kind of hates that he’s still able to notice in his peripheral vision. Maybe he just has to leave the room and lock Hyukjae inside. “I’m here for you.”

“You don’t have to be,” Yesung says, then bites his lower lip, very tempted to do the same with his stupid tongue. “I mean, you don’t need to. I told you I’m fine, you idiot.”

“Hyung.” When Yesung doesn’t react, Hyukjae reaches out quietly, until the palm of his hand touches Yesung’s wrist. “I’m not leaving no matter what you say.”

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[Crossposted from AO3]