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Tuesday

It would be impossible to guess who was more enraged than the other.  Dongwoo had been seething like water in a boiling kettle, and Howon had been bubbling red in his skin as he tried to toe around Dongwoo’s searing glares.  It’s hard to remember what had started the argument this time--something from yesterday probably.  Something building up from the past week more likely.

Wednesday

They don’t talk the whole day.  They wander around aimlessly; one a relentless ghost and the other a subtle shadow.

Thursday

Dongwoo comes back to the apartment to spend an hour in the shower, letting the water run down his back, soothing him.  When he hears the bathroom door open he doesn’t really mind--to some point, he’s relieved.  Then when he takes the towel and sits on the tile , Howon leaning against the door with that look on his face--and he feels even more relieved.  

Dongwoo doesn’t say anything, and by himself, Howon steps forward, drying dongwoo’s hair, running his fingers softly in circles over dongwoo’s back. It’s all okay.

Friday

It was quite abrupt.  Dongwoo had been in the kitchen, a mug of tea in one hand, the other raking through his hair as he adjusted to the early morning. Howon had come in, just in his boxers, leaning on the counter next to him silently, watching him.  He barely had time to put his mug down before they clashed together, kissing like they haven’t in days, clawing like they’re angry and relieved at the same time.  All the tension of the week erupts, spewing and melting as Dongwoo grasps onto the man in front of him, pressing his nails so deep into the skin until little red crescents were printed in their place.  Howon pushes back, hoisting Dongwoo up on the counter while Dongwoo scrapes at his , the taut muscles of his shoulder blades firm and steady as they held him on the counter.  

They were a mess and they knew it--but right now everything seemed forgotten, neatly packed and stored somewhere in the back of their minds like old boxes thrown in an attic.  

He’s lapping on Dongwoo’s tongue, prying his mouth open in a frantic rush to taste him as they push and pull together, gears jammed trying to set back in motion again.  Dongwoo digs his fingers into Howon’s scalp, as if to hold onto him, to keep him anchored by his side.  It barely lasts, his grip slipping as he lets out a moan, Howon knowing exactly where to touch without looking, without breaking the whirlwind of a kiss they had flung themselves into.  Dongwoo holds his head back, his mouth glistening wet, lips red and swollen while his eyes fluttered between closing