Junsu gave in to the small notion; it was full of kindness and passion, just like how it was explained in Nichkhun romance novels. But such a feeling didn’t last too long once he remembered where he was and was taken aback by the sudden contact and quickly pushed himself away from the other. “W-who do you think you are?!” it was still pretty dim making it hard for him to see the identity of the other.

The hooded figure sat upright and managed to lean close enough so he was once again nose to nose with the other. Junsu pulled his arm back and struck the other, knocking him back down, the hood revealing his savior.

“C-Chansung? W-what are you doing here?”

“You know, I could ask you the same thing, but that can wait until we get home.” Junsu quickly stood up and helped Chansung up, slightly brushing away the dirt from his clothing. They stood in s brief silence before Junsu decided that they should probably head home.

The trip home was silent and awkward. Junsu couldn’t keep his heart steady; in his mind he kept asking the same questions over and over again. ‘How did he find out? Is he mad at me? … Does he hate me?’

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They continued their walk in silence. Once home, Chansung thanked the elder neighbor for coming on short notice and she left. Locking the door, he joined Junsu in the kitchen who was having a cup of tea.

“I made tea, help yourself.” Junsu offered, still flustered by the recent events between them.

“Thanks. I will.” After pouring his cup Chansung sat across from the other and the silent game continued. Taking a sip, Chansung winced in slight pain, recalling when he had been hit twice in same spot of his lower jaw, once from the drunker pursuer, and the second time from Junsu after he kissed him.

“Sorry, are you alright?” Junsu gently the area he had struck earlier that where a slight bruise could be seen forming, making Chansung slightly flinch at the sudden contact.

“Yea, I’ll be ok. I’ve been in worse fights.” He said in a joking manner, but Junsu wasn’t humored by it. Standing from his spot he retrieved a dish towel and ran it under cool water before returning to his place across the other. He gently pressed the area with the cooled cloth while continuing to bask in the comfort of silence.

Catching Junsu off guard, Chansung overlapped his hand barely intertwining their fingers together over the one hand Junsu held the dish towel in. “Tell me what’s going on… what were you doing out this late at night?” Chansung asked barely audible. At first Junsu didn’t know what he meant, but soon enough he knew exactly what he meant. ‘…’