Author's Note

YES ITS AN UPDATE~
its sorta long <3 <3 

            “Are you hungry?” Yongguk says in a desperate attempt to break the heavy awkwardness that followed.

            “A little” Junhong replies honestly.

            “Well… um, I don’t really have food at home… except ramen, and I don’t really want to feed you that” Yongguk finds himself stuttering, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

            Junhong flashes another one of his rarely seen smile, the elder male’s words, for some inexplicable reason, warmed his heart. A small blush creeps up onto the blonde teen’s cheeks. “Why is that?” Junhong can’t even remember the last time he was in the playful mood, but that didn’t mean wasn’t still a playful side within him. It might sounds sadistic, even if he couldn’t see the elder’s expressions, his voice told it all. And he would love to hear more of the man’s deep raspy voice.

            “Uh, well, just- you know…”
            “No, I really don’t know” Junhong smirks; he was feeling extra playful today. 

            Yongguk swallows nervously; the boy was really getting him. “Well…. I… uh… instant ramen… food… uhh you…” he mumbles under his breath, utterly dumbfounded and embarrassed, more so than he had ever been in a long time.

            “Huh I can’t really hear you… hyung?” Junhong makes sure to add just a bit of his nonexistent aegyo, just for good riddance.

            Yongguk feels his heart slamming against his chest. It was absolutely maddening. His ragging blush, words couldn’t even begin to describe what the younger male did to him. The curious thing is that, he wasn’t quite sure what the feeling was. Nothing has ever affected him to this extent. Of course his stomach churned at every rejection, and his being filled with nervousness whiling waiting for the answer to an audition. But sitting with Junhong had a different level of nervousness to it. And plus, the boy had just called him ‘hyung’.

            it all.

            “You’re too precious for that sort of stuff”

            Junhong shifts his unseeing gaze nervously. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected when he had began all the teasing, but he was sure as to say that he hadn’t expected that exact response from the older stranger.

            “I’m not precious” Junhong mumbles, orbs flickering lower. “I’m not precious,” he repeats again. It has been engraved into his mind for the past two years. It hurt to acknowledge that fact but he has pushed away everyone and anyone who gave a damn based on the assumption that he was a burden. And he has continued to push away anyone who has attempted to extend an aiding hand towards him.

            “Don’t…” Yongguk mumbles, inching closer towards the slumped figure. “Don’t you dare say that.”

            “How can I not?” the blonde finds himself in a vulnerable position, whimpering with tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “How can you tell me that I will be something in my life time? I can’t…. I can’t even see” Junhong chokes, on both his sentimental confession and his embarrassment. 

            He cups the younger’s cheek in a gentle manner, rubbing soothing circles on the alabaster skin. “Look at me” the elder mumbles.

            Junhong swears he feels shivers down his spine, but he shakes off the temptation and opts to keep his head low.

            “Junhongah~” Yongguk chimes; tilting his head down to meet the younger’s gaze. “You’re going to listen to this,” he says firmly. When Junhong refuses to raise his gaze, Yongguk cups the boy’s cheeks; almost forcibly tilting the younger’s gaze upward. “You’re precious. To me.” Suddenly, Yongguk stops, slaps himself in the face for allowing his emotions to get the best of him. It was a spur of a moment reaction, it was spontaneous, and now, he has to continue. He sighs deeply, temporarily putting aside his pride and potentially his relationship with Junhong. “I don’t know what happened, and I don’t-” he pauses, his lips nervously as he searched his archive of words to form his thought. “I can’t even begin to comprehend what you’ve gone through, how you must’ve felt. Hell, I’m so reliant on my ability to see that… I don’t know how you do it.”

            “….” Junhong remains, too afraid to speak and too curious to move away.

            “So don’t you even dare… dare to say that you’re not special. I know. I know you just met me… and I’m probably coming across as some crazy e… but I just watch you to know that I will be here, as whatever you need me to be. This sounds weird but ever since I met you I wanted to protect you, from everything and anything. That’s how precious you are to me.” Yongguk finishes, his lips nervously; he continues to stare into the unseeing orbs of the angel before him. It doesn’t take him long to notice the droplets of tears forming. And for a split moment, he panics, terrified that his heart-felt confession was too much, made him to be some crazy e trying to take advantage of a blind boy. His mind wonders, flying over a slew of apologies and actions. By the time Yongguk’s mind returns to its normal cognitive functioning, Junhong is sobbing profusely, teardrops hit his clenched fists in rapid succession. “Oh God…” the elder male mumbles quietly, placing his hands on the shoulders of the small boy and pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… whatever I did…please, please stop crying” Yongguk practically begs, feeling the unfamiliar sting of tears on his eyes, he mumbles incoherent words against the blonde hair of the younger boy.

            “No… it’s…not-that. It’s” Junhong manages to choke out between sobs; having his face buried in the other’s chest didn’t help the clarity of his words. To be completely honest, Junhong didn’t know what to think. As a matter of fact, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to act, hell, he couldn’t even fully comprehend the elder’s words because he was so caught up in his own emotions.

            But what his mind was able to comprehend brought him that much more tears, emotions, even joy. He understood that for the first time since he lost his eye sight, someone in the world didn’t think him to be utterly useless, someone regarded him as special, someone, who at least he felt actually gave two s about him. It touched him. It broke down the walls around his heart two years in the making. He was so vulnerable, so open, so damn emotional. 

            “Please… please stop crying…I’ll do anything Junhong, so please… please” Yongguk pleads, completely disregarding his pride. “Just… please” he blinks, a strangled sob escaping from his throat, which was soon followed by tears, little droplets rolling down the elder’s cheeks then wetting Junhong’s bleached locks.

            “I’m…sorry,  i-, I just… can’t” his words are muffled but nonetheless Yongguk manages to decipher the boy’s words. He pulls the younger male closer, impossibly closer, wrapping his arms protectively around the fragile frame. He places gentle kisses on the boy’s locks, whispers encouraging and loving phrases; he does everything and anything he can think of. And when Junhong doesn’t push him away, he takes it as a sign that Junhong’s tears were not the result of hurt and fear inflicted by his previous words. Upon learning this, Yongguk lets out a short sigh of relief. Curiously enough, his own tears never stop. The sobs of the angel within his arms were so heart wrenching that he couldn’t help but to cry. Never the sentiment one, Yongguk found himself crying for the unfairness of the world, crying for the angel’s fate, crying for Junhong and all his grievances.

            He couldn’t quite understand why someone so pure and innocent deserved such cruel punishment. The boy before him was an angel, in the most literal sense. And for a split second Yongguk has the desire to curse out the creator, the three Fates, whoever the hell was in charge of human lives, for the boy before him certainly deserved better than the cards dealt to him. It shattered Yongguk’s heart to see the divide in their aspirations. It hurt to know that he had been so damn selfish and unappreciative whilst an innocent boy sought nothing but the return of the most basic of necessities.

            It hurt to know the word was so unfair.

            Yongguk chokes back a strangled sob, feeling the material of his shirt getting soaked from the boy’s tears and hurt, he makes a silent pledge.

            If it were within his ability to make the boy’s life less unfair, he would do it.

“I’m weak, you know that Junhong.” Yongguk says as his breathing calmed and his sobs quieted down. “I’m jaded by this industry, I’m sure you understand…”

            Junhong clenches the fabric of the elder’s shirt and nods quietly.

            “But I swear to you… whatever strength I do have left, I’ll give to you. So please, give the chance to help you”  

            Junhong lets out a strangled cry and gnaws at the inside of his cheek before nodding slightly.

            Yongguk grins cheekily, releasing his hold on the younger boy. “Will you look at me now?”

            “Yea…” It comes out less confidently than Junhong had hoped. He untangles himself from the warmth and slowly raises his head.

            “Junhongah… Don’t cry anymore,” He whispers at the sight of the younger’s visage, eyes stained red and slightly puffy. Involuntarily Yongguk reaches upward wiping the remnants of the boy’s tears away. “Don’t cry… you’re stronger than that.”

            “I know.” Junhong manages to regain his breath, slowly but surely he recovers his composure. “Sorry… that… well… that happened” The boy turns away in embarrassment. He had never dealt well with emotions. 

            Yongguk chuckles slowly, ruffling the boy’s bleached locks playfully. “That should be the least of your worries” He leans back against the cushions of the couch, shoulder to shoulder with Junhong.

            The conversation that had originated from the decision of hunger took too many turns and now the duo ended back at square one, only plus the heartfelt confessions. Better than nothing, Yongguk shrugs at the thought, despite the music playing in the background, silence seemed to return. He didn’t particularly mind it though, that is until his stomach decided to let out a quiet growl.

            Junhong’s ears perk up at the sound, a small smile begins to form on his lips. “Are you hungry?”

            “…erm… hahha” the elder male lets out an awkward laugh and scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. “A little I guess…” 

            “We should eat then”

            We.

            Yongguk couldn’t help but to grin like a maniac at the simple, probably thoughtless use of the pronoun. He felt, quite literally, that he could conquer the world. “Well, I still think you’re too precious for instant ramen, so we’re going out.” Yongguk states blatantly and begins to get up from the couch.

            “But… my stuff” Junhong mumbles quietly, “and the rain…” don’t get him wrong, he would love to spend more time with Yongguk but there was always this feeling in the pit of his stomach, uncomfortable and irritating because Junhong had absolutely no idea what could’ve caused it. So he makes up excuses, he runs away, because to face it would mean more emotions, more things that he couldn’t deal with properly.

            “That just means you’ll have to come back here and plus it stopped raining” Yongguk chimes, already walking into his bedroom to retrieve his wallet and a cap.

            Junhong could only stare motionless as the voice faded into the distance. He glances at the general direction, imagining his surroundings. “If you’re so set on me returning…” he bites down on his lip, unsure of where his mind was thinking his words. “At least show me around?”

            “Uh…sure…hold on” The elder male was slightly taken back by the boy’s words. He did not expect a change of heart so soon. “Okay” Yongguk takes the boy’s hand in his and pulls Junhong off of the sofa. “So… this is the living room, you were just sitting on the sofa-”

            “I’m blind not stupid Yongguk” Junhong scoffs half jokingly, thought it comes out more harshly than he had originally intended.

            “….” Yongguk remains still, shocked, eyes widened, throat tightening, taken back by the rather bitter remark.

            Almost immediately, Junhong sensed Yongguk tensing besides him, felt the palm that enveloped his getting progressively warmer. “It was a joke hyung…” he quickly adds.

            “Oh…” he mumbles awkwardly. “Well…don’t scare me like that…” Yongguk lets out a sigh of relief and he quickly runs a hand through his red locks. “But anyways, this is the coffee table” Gently, he guides the younger’s hand across its surface, tracing the edges, every bump, allowing Junhong to see. “If we go straight ahead, it’s the TV, besides that is the CD player…”

            The tour continues and time flies. It’s tedious, extremely so, but nonetheless Yongguk guides the unseeing boy through his space, heir hands tracing nearly every surface in the apartment.

            “Thank you…” Junhong mumbles as he realized they have returned to the sofa, their beginning location.

            “No problem Junhongah~ It’s getting a little late, let’s go grab something to eat?”

            “Sure…”

            “Your clothes aren’t done yet, so we’ll have to come back for them, after that I’ll drop you off at your house okay?”

            Junhong nods mindlessly, feet walking in the direction not exactly paying attention. He was… lost in his own thoughts.

            Why?

            Why would anyone put up with me?

            Why?

            It bothered Junhong to say the least. No matter how hard he thought about it, Junhong could not come up with a reason as to why this Bang Yongguk was being so kind to him. Maybe he was just unaccustomed to unconditional kindness.  

            “Maybe it’s pity,” he mouths inaudibly.

            “You need to stop that…” Yongguk suddenly says and the duo stops right in front of the apartment exit. Junhong could only glance upwards in shock. “I don’t pity you. If you ask me why I’m being nice… well the truth is… I don’t even understand myself.” He turns towards the younger male, while Junhong is still caught up on just how Yongguk got into his mind. “Just think of it as me building up my karma… or something.” Junhong lets out a small chuckle at the comment, but otherwise remains silent. “So forget those thoughts, and let’s go and get some food.” Yongguk says in the most cheerful voice he can muster up.  Gently he pulls the younger boy with him through the corridors, the elevators and the newly washed streets.

            “I thought you said it stopped raining…” Junhong mumbles quietly as he felt small drops hitting his slightly damp locks.

            “Opps…” Yongguk can only flash his signature gummy smile. Quickly, he pulls off his cap and places it atop the younger boy’s head. “There ya go kiddo” he chimes playfully.

            “Liar” Junhong grumbles quietly, silently smiling as he reached up to touch the tip of the cap Yongguk had just placed on his head. “What about you?” he asks worried, despite the fact that it was hardly raining.

            “I’ll be fine, a little rain can’t hurt anyone”

            “Apparently you think it can hurt me”

            “Well excuse me for caring” Yongguk huffs, turning away in feign irritation.

             Junhong chuckles in response, covering his smile with the back of his free hand. “Thank you… for caring”

            Feeling the heat raising to his cheeks, the elder of the two looks away in slight embarrassment, sporting a light flush.

            They spend the rest of the walk in silence, no attempts at small talk, no questions asked. It was a short walk, ten minutes max, and Junhong had spent it analyzing the feeling of Yongguk’s hand around his own. It was warm, warmer than most and that warmth seemed to radiate throughout his body. It made the boy smile, for reasons he couldn’t understand. So Junhong concludes that he indeed likes the feeling.

            “We’re here,” Yongguk mumbles standing in front of a classic Korean restaurant he frequents. Junhong only nods in response, allowing the older man to guide him into the place. “It’s pretty small, but it’s cozy, I like it”

            “I see” he responses quietly, silently thanking the older male for taking the time to describe the surroundings to him.

            “There are stairs” Yongguk mumbles quietly, unsure of what to do.

            “Oh… I almost forgot” Yongguk could only watch, amused, as the boy’s eyes seemed to spark under the dying sunlight. Curious enough, despite the fact that the boy couldn’t see, his eyes weren’t dead. A gray haze covered the boy’s brown orbs, but beyond that, Junhong’s eyes were perfectly normal, perfectly seeing. “I have um…” deciding that it was better to show the older male, Junhong pulls a small metallic object from the pockets of his sweatpants.

            “What is it?” Yongguk asks, curiously eyeing the object in the boy’s hands.

            “A walking stick” the blonde teen unfolds the object once and presses a button. Like magic, the former pen sized object extends and reaches the ground. “I use it when I go out and stuff to help me see my surroundings. I’m pretty good at using this so you don’t need to warn me about stairs. As long as we walk on the main roads with engravings on the pavement you can treat me like a normal person” He flashes a gentle smile and it genuinely hurts Yongguk, whose eyes immediately softened.

            Quickly he pulls the boy into a hug and plants a quick kiss atop the bleached locks. “I don’t need you to be normal, I need you to be you,” he mumbles quietly.

            “Hey you ers gonna come in or what?” a voice calls from within the restaurant. Junhong flinches and instinctively leans into the embrace. “Junhongah, it’s nothing,” he says in the most saccharine voice he can muster up, and Junhong almost chokes at the tone. “Himchan you bastard” Yongguk practically spat. And Junhong couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sudden change in tone.

            “Ya, I’m not going to break or something if someone curses”           

            “Hahah, I guess you’re right” scratching his head awkwardly before beginning to climb the steps leading up to the small restaurant.

            “Took you long enough, I thought you were never going to come in” A brunette steps out to greet the duo. “Oh, who’s this?” Himchan says, gesturing towards Junhong.

            “Uhm-”

            “I’m Junhong, nice to meet you.” The blonde teen untwines his fingers from Yongguk’s grasp and extends it out towards the source of the voice.

            “Uh. Hi…” the voice fades into a silence, as Himchan quickly dries his hands on the fabric of his jeans before grasping the boy’s hands in his own, he gazes curiously at the figure before him. “He’s pretty cute… but… there’s something off… I can’t place that something though” He leans into the red head besides him and whispers quietly into his ear, apparently not quite quiet enough.

            “I’m blind, not deaf” Junhong suddenly spits as an imaginary vein pops on the blonde’s forehead.

            Himchan stares wide-eyed at the figure before him and mouths a silence o. “So what can I get for you guys?” he coughs awkwardly as he rebuilds his composure.

           “The usual for me, but I don’t know about Junhong here” Yongguk says before grabbing the younger’s hand again, leading him towards a random table in the empty restaurant. Wordlessly following, Junhong walks besides the elder, the metallic rod dragging across the floor before him. Stopping as Yongguk led him to sit on what he presumed to be a wooden bench.

           “What can I get for you angel?” Himchan gestures towards the blonde teen.

            Junhong an eyebrow at the tone but choses to bit back any spitting comments before mumbling the name of some Korean dish.

            “Your wish is my command,” he says before making an exaggerated bow.

            “Excuse Himchan, he’s an idiot,” Yongguk says with a gentle smile while making sure to put extra emphasis on the last part.

            “YA I HEARD THAT”

            Junhong chuckles lightly, it’s been a while since he last participated in a conversation with other human beings. And so far, he didn’t mind it. Maybe it was because Himchan and Yongguk were extraordinarily nice people, but suddenly society didn’t seem to be such a horrible place to live in.

            Yongguk’s heart warmed at the sight. The teen’s laughter, the way his eyes wrinkled upward and the way his lopsided smile slightly resembled a smirk were oddly befitting, curiously attractive. Yongguk quickly slaps away the thought, deeming it utterly inappropriate and slightly disgusting. He wasn’t a e, nor will he become one.

            “Hey Gukkie, can I talk to you for a sec?” a voice calls from the distance.

            “Uh yeah sure, coming”
            Junhong could feel his brows knitting together in worry? Maybe it was envy or slight annoyance. Silently, he decides that he disliked the elder’s nickname, Gukkie, and that he would have to come up with a better one in the near future.

            “What’s up with the kid?” Himchan asks as soon as Yongguk came out of Junhong’s range.

            “I don’t know…” the elder male could whisper in response.

            “I mean he’s cute and all… but-” Himchan takes a quick glance at the red head before him, soaking in the appearance of his best friend for the past ten years. “I don’t know what it is… but you seem better. Maybe it’s the kid, what’s your relationship with him anyways?”

            “I do?” Yongguk asks, taking glances at the blonde boy waiting for him at the table, completely ignoring the brunette’s question.

            “Yeah, whatever, answer the question” he whispers, obviously irritated by the other’s absent-mindedness.

            Yongguk’s attention, being completely focused on Junhong, ignores the command.

            “Ya! If you don’t answer the question, I’ll do something that you’ll definitely regret” Himchan threatens, Yongguk had never responded well to polite inquiries.

            “Okay okay” the elder immediately replies, snapping out of his daze. “I found in sitting on the swings in the park one day, and we talked. Some other stuff happened and yea…” Yongguk drifts off into silence before letting his eyes settle back on Junhong.

            “You’re being so specific right now,” Himchan says not so quietly. “Ya! Are you even listening to me? Yongguk? URGH” he growls before slapping the back of the taller male’s head harshly. “You’re such a loved struck foul, URGH. Remind me not to talk to you whenever you’re in love, aish! It’s irritating” the brunette quickly stomps off into the kitchen while mumbling some incoherent complaints.

            Yongguk opens his mouth to defend himself before closes it immediately as he realized his mind was absolutely blank. “Love?” he only manages to mouth. Sure he’s being in love before, but none of his high school crushes measured up to what he felt towards Junhong. Yet again, what he felt towards Junhong wasn’t exactly what he considered to be love. Like any other young adult, Yongguk has been in love before, had his share of heartbreaks and every encounter imaginable with romance. Bottom line was he knew what it felt like to be in love, and what he felt towards Junhong wasn’t that. It wasn’t love in his books. It was something else, maybe something more, maybe something less. All Yongguk understood at the moment was that he wanted to protect Junhong, help him heal so the boy can function properly in society in the future. Whether that future would include Yongguk, well that choice was Junhong’s. Swallowing a considerable amount of inner protests, he approaches the table once again.

            Fiddling with his thumbs, Junhong keeps his head hanging low. He had heard only segments of the elder two’s conversation. He tried to suppress the urge to just get up and leave. He feared that perhaps Himchan was questioning why Yongguk would befriend such a uselessness person. Or even worse, maybe Himchan was asking Yongguk to tell him to leave. Maybe Yongguk was walking over here right now to tell him that he needs to leave. A whole slew of possibilities ran through Junhong’s mind as he heard the elder approach. Swallowing back the thoughts, he braced himself for the worst.

            Staring down into his lap, Junhong waits for Yongguk to speak first. And when he senses that the elder wouldn’t be speaking unless spoken to, he his lips nervously to speak. “What… did you guys talk about?”

            “Oh… with Himchan? Nothing much, he just asked me how I met you and stuff”

            “Oh…” Junhong isn’t entirely convinced but he lets the answer slide. Yongguk’s tone seemed truthful enough, as far as he could tell.

            “Don’t worry, Himchan’s really friendly, I think he likes you. As a matter of fact, I think he likes you a little too much” Yongguk immediately regrets the words as soon as they left his mouth.

            Junhong suppresses the smirk that threatened to grace his face. He suppresses the momentary satisfaction and only hums in response to the comment. “I don’t really see what’s there to like though,” he mutters bitterly, his pessimistic side deciding to rear it s ugly head.

            Yongguk’s expression changed immediately, with almost comical speed. Reaching across the table, the cups the boy’s clenched fist within his palm. “What’s not to like is the question” he gives the fist an encouraging squeeze.

            “Che” Junhong couldn’t help but scoff at the comment. It was absolutely cliché, disgusting even, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him smile and feel warm and fuzzing inside. “I’m useless though” nonetheless, Junhong manages to counter the statement. It hurt Yongguk to see it. To see such an angel doubting, he hated the almost self-loathing gaze that lied within the twinkle of the boy’s eyes. He hated how that twinkle would dim slightly every time pessimistic words escape its owner’s lips.

            Oh how he wanted to silence those lips with a ki-

            “Damnit” Yongguk mouths inaudibly, slapping himself for letting his mind wonder there, before metaphorically shaking off the inappropriate thought. He blamed the pent up ual frustrations. “I know you don’t believe me Junhong, so I’ll repeat it until you do. You’re precious, so damn precious to me. If only you could see it…”

            “Yea… if only” Junhong repeats mindlessly. Sightless eyes gazing out the past the figure before him into what he believed to be the horizon or maybe it was just a wall of the restaurant, he couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter, because, in his mind, it was sunset. A beautiful array of flashing lights in the impending storm of darkness, letting out its last breathe before the takeover. This was strangely similar to Junhong’s situation; only he wasn’t able to fully release his lights before darkness washed over him. To say the least, it was depressing. It hurt to have his life cut short. He felt as if he had been cheated in life. With all his potentials sealed shut by the sudden loss of sight, but of course, it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. Because a part him, an extreme small part of him, home to the advice giver told him that it wasn’t over.

            Just as he had told Yongguk a mere two days ago, the voices, the melodies, the lyrics never stop, they are like cancer in remission. You can take away an artist’s tools but you can’t take away the creativity that burgeons through an artist’s veins. As long as he had his voice, he could still be heard. He can, theoretically, chase the same goals he had chased two years ago. Theoretically speaking of course.

             “How are you so strong?” Yongguk marvels suddenly. A thought meant for his mind and solely his mind managed to slip out against his will.

            The younger boy shakes his head in response.

            It was a lie. Because he was unbelievably weak, because the theoretically speaking part was never something he had faith in. Call him a hypocrite, but he didn’t believe one bit in his own advice. It was great for someone like Yongguk, who had a chance to pursue his dreams, but it meant nothing for someone like Junhong. “I’m not strong”

            “Love birds, food’s here” Junhong could almost feel his body relaxing at the sudden intrusion as he breathes a sigh of relief. Choosing to ignore the obviously irritated Yongguk before him, he bows and mouths a silent ‘thank you’.

            “Aish… Himchan you really have the worse timing on things” Yongguk complains half-heartedly before digging into the plate of food before him. A few bits in, he raises his head in curiosity. It would seem as if he hadn’t exactly thought the situation out fully. Just how in the world would Junhong eat by himself?

            “Um… can you please… tell me where the spoon is?” Junhong asks, obvious embarrassed at the situation.

            “Ah… um here” Yongguk picks up the boy’s spoon and places it in the younger’s waiting palms. Taking a glance at the younger’s food; he lets out a loud sigh. “Be careful, it’ll be really hot…” he mumbles, questioning whether he should help Junhong out.

            “I’ll be fin-” the blonde suddenly stops, dropping his spoon at the same thing.

            “Junhongah” Yongguk immediately rises, sinking down next to the younger boy, who at the moment was caressing his right hand in a loving manner. “Let me see” he coos gently, taking the boy’s hand into his own for the umpteenth time that day. Junhong bites down on his bottom lip before choosing to avert his unseeing gaze away from the older male.

            Carefully Yongguk examines the burnt skin; quickly grabbing a few ice cubes from a cup of water and wraps them around napkin before pressing the hastily put together ice pack against the burnt area. “Just hold it there okay?” Junhong nods slowly in response, pulling back his injured hand and applied pressure just as he was told. “I had a feeling it wasn’t going to turn out well…” Yongguk mumbles under his breath.

            “Sorry…” the boy replies, ashamed that Yongguk had to take care of such a burden.

            “Oh don’t be” the older male replies almost immediately before grabbing the discarded spoon besides the hot stone pot. “I blame Himchan for making the pot too hot” even if Junhong couldn’t see the expression on the elder’s face. He could feel it, in the literal sense, so he couldn’t suppress the small smile that made its way onto his visage. Something he could never forget, smile, a grin or whatever radiated warmth and happiness. If happiness were contagious then Yongguk would be the virus that carried it.

            “Say ah~” the elder chimes, breaking Junhong’s string of inner thoughts.

            “What?” the boy could only ask in confusion.

            “It’s hot, so I’m going to have to feed you” Yongguk flashes another signature smile that melts down whatever composure Junhong had. Instinctively, Junhong opens his mouth as a spoonful of food soon followed.

            “I can eat by myself…” he says, pouting slightly.

            “I don’t think you can without burning off your hand” chuckling slightly, Yongguk raises another spoonful of food towards the younger’s visage. “Ah~”

            Reluctantly Junhong obeys.

            “You know sometimes, I wonder how you survived two years without me,” the red head suddenly says.

            “Cocky bastard” Junhong spits out as he quickly rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance.

            “Kekek~ just a thought you know” Yongguk playfully replies. This is fun, he finally decides. “Say ah for hyung…”

            “I’m not two Yongguk”

            “You should call me hyung you know” he winks slightly; unsure of why he just winked at a boy who couldn’t actually see.

            “I know you just winked at me”

            “Sometimes I think you’re faking blindness to get more attention from me”

            “Oh how I wish that’s the case, plus you’re way over your head” Junhong shivers in half-hearted irritation.

            “Where are your manners? Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Junhong pouts in response and Yongguk decides that the boy’s too cute for his own good. A little teasing couldn’t hurt right?

Author's Note

opps its kinda ty 

oh well sorry 
but it's long and Banglo's getting somewhere 

i'll put up a warning: major Angst later on... (ekkeke i thought of something X_X)
also 

QUESTION:

or no smut? 
 

i cant decided cuz these are really precious in this Q_Q