“Um… Well you see” Jiho began, trying to stall for some time because he didn’t know how far he was willing to go with his explanation. He couldn’t just outright say ‘Oh you know I was driving myself insane with all my thoughts about you and couldn’t stand being alone any longer so I called you out of sheer desperation to make myself sane again.’ Hojoon took a sip from his mug and let out a satisfied sigh as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table as he waited expectantly for Jiho’s answer. 

Jiho felt his heart sink as he realized he had no idea what he was doing and took a nervous sip and let the hot chocolate soothe his constricting throat that made it slight hard to breath. He ran his thumb over the side of the mug in mock thoughtfulness, trying to seem like he was really contemplating an answer. In reality he was just repeating a mantra of ‘ ~ think of something~ you go yourself into this~~~’. 

“So you just wanted to drink hot chocolate and stare at the ground?” Hojoon broke the silence with a sarcastic question and a smirk, “Because honestly you should have called sooner if that was the case.” 

His last remark set off a new strain of crazed thoughts in Jiho’s mind. ‘Should have called sooner? Does that mean he was as desperate to meet me as I was? Ugh, say something already—this is getting even more awkward!’

“Uh, no um… Sorry I’ve just been thinking a lot and it’s kinda hard to put my thoughts into words since they're sort of scattered…” 

Hojoon nodded slowly, running his tongue over his teeth under his lips and leaned his elbows onto the table and rested his chin on the palms of his hands, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he stared full on at Jiho. 

“Yeah, I get that. It’s just hard to think straight around me~” 

Jiho’s head snapped up as he stared in shock and horror at Hojoon, who was smirking smuggle to himself as he watched Jiho in pure amusement. Jiho took in a deep breath and let it out as an airy laugh as it finally clicked in his head that Hojoon was just being a jerk and was kidding around. He smiles despite himself and took another sip from his mug before speaking. 

“Yeah it’s just so hard to focus cause you’re so annoying” he joked around, deciding to play along with Hojoon’s little game, “But honestly, I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking—alone, aka I haven’t really talked to somebody in a little while.” 

Hojoon laughed, nodding in agreement as he took a gulp from his drink and stood up to put it in the sink. 

“I know how that is. It’s almost like your brain just forgets how to talk when you’ve been absorbed by your thoughts for too long,” he called out from the kitchen over the sound of water rinsing the mug. He walked back over to the table and sat down and rubbed the excess water on his hands onto his pants lazily.

“I’m guessing that’s why you called me?” 

“Um.. Y-yeah…” Jiho muttered sheepishly, “To be honest, I was just laying around my room and overthinking things and I was getting sick of being, I guess, alone with only my thoughts.” He bit his lip as he groaned and leaned his head onto his arms crossed in front of him on the table. 

“I sound so stupid” he mumbled into his shirt, hiding his pink cheeks from a sympathetic Hojoon who watched him with a pitying smile on his face. 

“Aw, don’t say that” he said in a gentle voice as he reached out and ruffled Jiho’s hair, “It happens to all of us. It’s just a college thing I guess.” 

Jiho choked back a surprised cough and just nodded, refusing to lift his head as he felt Hojoon run his fingers through his hair. It felt so nice and soothing, Jiho had to resist whining once Hojoon stopped. ‘I like him so much it’s almost sickening’ he thought with a bitter smile as he bit his lip before counting to five in his head and lifting his head up from his little cave to see Hojoon smiling at him and made his stomach do a flip. 

“That’s kind of a depressing thought, though” he pointed out as he drew an invisible pattern on the table, just to keep his hand and his eyes busy to keep his mind off Hojoon’s intent eyes watching his every move, “It makes me feel so pathetic, you know? I’m an adult, for crying out loud. I shouldn’t have to feel so bad about my own thoughts and need outside help and stuff…” 

“Well, not exactly” Hojoon replied as he shook his head and clapped his hands together, “Everybody deals with their thoughts differently. And some people can just be alone for longer than others without a need to socialize.”

“Well, I know that. But I can usually go for a lot longer without really talking to someone,” Jiho mused, concerned. “I can go a whole week of classes with little to know talking to anyone be totally okay—”

“Yes, but when you go to classes, that means you walk around and get some fresh air,” Hojoon cut in, “You were just in the same place the whole time, which can be pretty stifling. Which is probably why you started to feel funny about being alone for so long, right? What confuses me is why you didn’t just call me sooner, if this was the case. Why did you go so long without doing something about it?” 

Jiho nodded slowly as Hojoon was explaining the situation and swallowed hard as a lot of what he said really hit home. ‘Although I don’t know if I can just say-’

“I was debating on just waiting till class to talk to you and what we’re doing right now wasn’t even supposed to happen…Wait— oh ” Jiho clapped a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing fervently that he could just melt into a puddle right then and there as Hojoon leaned forward curiously. 

“You were going to wait till Tuesday?” He asked incredulously, “You realize that’s two days-” he glanced at the clock on his wall “Well I guess, one day from now? Is there something wrong, Jiho? Why did you lock yourself up like that?” 

Jiho could hear the concern in Hojoon’s voice and wanted desperately to shrink away, but he felt frozen to the spot. He turned his head away and opened his eyes to stare at the kitchen, unable to meet Hojoon’s concerned gaze. 

“I told you— I was just… Stuck in my own head” he mumbled quietly, biting his tongue as he heard Hojoon sigh in exasperation. 

“What were you thinking about so much that made you want to be so isolated?” Hojoon pressed, urgency beginning to slide into his voice. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he waited for Jiho to respond, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the mug impatiently. The longer the silence was drawn out, the more Hojoon felt the atmosphere turn tense and uneasy. Jiho continued to stare at the kitchen without any noticeable want to look at Hojoon, but he couldn’t help but notice Jiho’s body language practically screaming how desperately he wanted to say something. But yet he was still holding something back. What—

“Oh, it’s not what, is it? It’s who, isn’t it, Jiho?” Hojoon coaxed quietly, noting the slight twitch in Jiho’s shoulders as he said “who”. Hojoon knew he was definitely on the right track now. Now to just get some words out of Jiho so he wasn’t in the dark anymore. 

“Okay, so you’ve been thinking about someone. That’s nice. I guess asking who it is right now is too direct so…” Hojoon tapped his chin thoughtfully before his eyes light up as an idea sparked to life in his mind. “How about we play a game?”

‘Well that certainly got his attention’ Hojoon thought to himself as Jiho finally dragged his gaze over to his direction, still not looking directly at him but he wasn’t going to complain. 

“A game…?” Jiho muttered into his sleeve, his already hushed voice muffled by his sleeve. Hojoon nodded, forcing a small smile on his face as he tried to encourage him. 

“Yeah! That way you don’t have to do all the talking and we can work through this together.” Again, Hojoon couldn’t help but notice Jiho flinch at his suggestion, but this time he couldn’t tell which word triggered Jiho’s subtle reaction. However Hojoon let out a silent sigh of relief as Jiho nodded in agreement and even glanced directly at Hojoon before returning his gaze to something else. 

“Okay…” He sat up and scooted his chair closer to the table to allow him to lay more comfortably on his arms that rested on the table. Jiho signaled to Hojoon with a quick glance that he was ready. Hojoon nodded and stood up, much to the confusion of Jiho as he was pulled out of his comfy position on the table and tugged into Hojoon’s room. 

‘Oh man, I don’t like where this is going’ Jiho thought in a panic as he was guided to a spot next to Hojoon’s bed and sat on the floor next to the mattress, still bewildered as to what was going on. After he got Jiho to sit down, Hojoon nodded decisively to himself and walked over to the doorway. Jiho watched him carefully, not to keen on Hojoon’s decision on flicking the lights off and flooding the room with darkness. Hojoon’s room was surprisingly a lot darker than Jiho’s was with the lights off, one reason probably being that Hojoon had his curtains drawn across the window. 

Jiho swallowed hard and tried to fight the lump of fear that was in his throat and make it go away. He hated not being able to see anything and therefore, of course,hated the dark with a passion that he liked to keep on the down low (he would never say he was scared of the dark but that’s essentially how he felt about it). However, this situation in particular made him want to whine in fear as the only thing he could hear was his own erratic breathing and the sound of Hojoon fumbling his way somewhere in the room. 

“H-hojoon what’s the big idea?” Jiho finally squeaked out, inwardly cursing his voice for betraying him. He almost had a heart attack when he heard Hojoon mutter from a few feet in front of his face “Don’t worry, this is part of the thing” as he situated himself. Jiho bit his lip as he debated on whether or not he was going to do it but decided ‘ it’ and flung his hand out and was rewarded with a small smacking noise followed by Hojoon yelping in pain. 

“What was that for?!” Hojoon wailed in confusion as he rubbed his arm and winced. 

“That was for turning off the lights and leaving me alone in the dark, you jerk!” Jiho spluttered, suddenly feeling thankful that Hojoon couldn’t see his face turn bright pink as he quickly wiped away a tear and sniffed indignantly. Hojoon squinted his eyes in an attempt to see Jiho but soon gave up as he forgot just how dark his room was without the light on and the curtains drawn. 

“Well, to be fair, I usually don’t have my curtains drawn so it’s darker in here than normal” he reasoned, feeling around in front of him till his fingers brushed over one of Jiho’s hands. He half smiled as he patted it comfortingly but flinched as he felt Jiho yank his hand back and gasped audibly. 

“Is there something in here?! Hojoon is there a mouse in here?! Something touched my haaanndd!” Jiho whined out, holding his hands together in front of his face as he shifted around and whipped his head back and forth, looking for the offensive thing that touched his hand. Hojoon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head, “No Jiho. I don’t have a mouse in here. I think I just bumped into your hand so stop freaking out.” 

“OKAY BUT ARE YOU SURE?”

“Yes, I’m positive—Here I’ll prove it-”

“No I’m good—I believe you” Jiho cut in and laughed nervously, “Hahaha, let’s just— get on with the game…” 

“Oh right, I almost forgot,” Hojoon grunted as he adjusted his criss-cross-apple-sauce position on the ground and mad himself more comfortable before clapping once, startling Jiho. 

“Okay. Let’s start—”

“For one, quit making so much sudden noise—seriously you keep scaring me you jerk” Jiho cut in again then remained silent as he could feel Hojoon glaring at him for a few seconds before continuing his previous statement. 

“As I was saying, let’s start. Okay, first off: do I know whoever has been bugging you?”

Jiho gulped and nodded, then realized that they were in a completely dark room and Hojoon, couldn't in fact, see him, and coughed. “Uh yes, you do.” 

“Okay,” Hojoon continued on smoothly, unbothered by the awkward pause, “So are they a girl or a boy?” 

‘God, he’s not kidding around.’ 

“Um well… A girl” Jiho said hesitantly, hoping to deter Hojoon for even just a few moments so he could gather some of his thoughts. 

“Oh. I see.” Jiho could almost feel Hojoon’s uncertainty and suspiciousness. “So… What does she look like?” 

Jiho felt his heart constrict. ‘… He’s so onto me…’

“Well uh…She has gorgeous eyes… And is just really pretty.”

‘I’m not lying completely… You do have gorgeous eyes.’

“Huh, and that’s all you remember about her? That’s kind of shallow.” Hojoon sounded almost disappointed by Jiho’s answers, which threw him off. What was he expecting to hear? 

“Well… She’s shorter than me. And I think it’s really adorable because she always has to look up to talk to me,” Jiho began slowly, finding that words were just flowing out of his mouth more naturally than he would have liked. But he found that he couldn't stop the stream of words that were pouring out emotions that had been dammed up for so long. It was as freeing as it was terrifying. 

“She always says really smart things and makes me want to hit her but then she always looks so adorable afterwards, I can never bring myself to scold her… She also does this thing of making my heart stop. It’s kind of annoying. I’m always scared she’ll…”

A pause. Jiho his lips and swallowed hard as he fiddled with his fingers nervously. 

“I’m always scared she’ll figure out how I feel about her… I can’t tell if she knows or not because she never gives away any solid hints and it kills me. One day, I’ll be agonizing over how she totally sounded like she knew, but then another day will pass and she’ll sound just as ignorant as she was in the… Beginning…” 

Jiho heard a light shifting noise followed by a hum of agreement from Hojoon as he paused. He felt like a heavy weight was slowly sliding off his shoulders, bit by bit easing off of him. But it wasn’t over yet. He took in a deep breath and continued his confession, his heart skipping a beat every now and again as he still wondered if Hojoon knew…

“She’s just always been really mysterious, which is just another thing that adds to the list of things that I love about her. As much as I hate it, she keeps me guessing and on my toes. And honestly, in the very beginning… I didn’t even see her the way I see her now.”

“What do you mean?” Hojoon’s voice was soft and sounded a lot closer than it did at the start of their ‘game’. Jiho flinched, even though Hojoon was barely talking above a whisper. He felt like his words were piercing his heart, right into his core, searching and trying to draw out answers. 

“Um… Well, I just saw her as a friend. I just thought she was mysterious and interesting at first, but… For some reason or another, she grew on me. I don’t know where it came from and honestly, thinking about it still scares me—how my feelings just hit me out of nowhere. It wasn’t something that happened overnight… Hah…” 

Jiho let out a short laugh and dropped his head down, feeling his strength begin to ebb away. Maybe it was the early hour. Maybe it was the situation, but it was probably the words and emotions he was conveying that had been held in his heart for so long that was causing him to feel drained. But how could he feel drained when he was letting go of so many fears and welcoming clarity? 

What was the most unnerving was how quiet Hojoon had been the whole time, but why? He’d even said the purpose of this ‘game’ was so that Jiho didn’t have to do all the talking, but here they were, with Jiho doing it all. 

“It… It was like I slowly saw things in her that I didn’t or hadn’t seen before. At first, we just walked around a little bit and I thought nothing of it. But then, later on, I started to treasure our time together outside of class. I started to think of things we could talk about after class but then I’d forget everything I thought of saying because she started to take my breath away.” Jiho sighed leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I sound lovesick, don’t I?” he asked into the air, half rhetorically but half wanting an answer. 

“I wouldn’t say lovesick…” Hojoon began but trailed off as he heard Jiho take in a deep breath.

“That’s cause I haven’t said everything yet. I started treasuring our time together, but I simultaneously hated it. I couldn’t stand the thought that I was falling for her. It was so strange and foreign to me—I didn’t know what to think. Whenever we did homework together, I never wanted to actually get anything done until the night before. I would… I would think of cute things we could have been doing, like sharing a warm blanket and exchanging secrets… I thought of how pretty the light from the setting sun would look on her face and how I’d smile and tell her how cute she looked…” 

Jiho heard Hojoon let out a puff of air as he smiled. “You sure seem to like hi— her face a lot.”

“W-well,” Jiho stuttered, “Yeah, but you don’t know how pretty she is. She has almost flawless skin— no it’s flawless. And she has the cutest cheeks you can imagine… Her eyes complement her face so much, it’s unreal. And don’t get me started on her… Um, but yeah I think she’s just the perfect blend of cute and pretty. I wish I could hug her more— well, I guess hug her, period. I feel like we’d just fit together like two puzzle pieces, meant for each other.” 

“But wouldn’t hugging her be awkward since she’s shorter than you?”

Jiho was starting to think Hojoon was asking questions purely to waste time or to keep him talking, but at this point he welcomed his voice to keep him company. He tried to ignore the burning sensation that covered his entire face as he felt Hojoon inch closer to him and shook his head slowly. 

“No. I think it would just make her that much cuter… Ugh, but you know what really gets me is when she does things that confuse the hell out of me… Like she’ll say the most spontaneous things that come out of nowhere or she’ll randomly hold my hand and it just… She toys with my heart and I hate it but… I guess that’s just another thing that makes her, her, you know?”

“Yeah” Hojoon agreed, “It’s one of her characteristics. Something that makes her special… What other things make her special?” 

‘Now he’s definitely toying with me. He just wants to hear me talk about himself more…’

“Hah… You’re really interested in her, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! I want to know who made you hide in your room for three days and didn’t contact me so I know who to blame.” 

Hojoon sounded oddly serious, which made no sense because he knows that Jiho has been talking about him the whole time, right? How could he not know? 

“O-oh, duh… Well… She’s really smart and knows how to help me when I don’t feel too good. Sometimes she’ll know what to say when I need to hear something encouraging or she’ll just do the right thing that soothes me so much that I just… I just want to… Hug her whenever she does it.” 

“That was vague.” Hojoon sounded smug and unimpressed. 

“I don’t know how to explain it” Jiho mumbled, feeling as though he was running out of things to say and felt panic to start to sink in. 

“And all you want to do is hug her?”

“Well yeah. What’s wrong with that?” Jiho could feel himself to start to lose his cool and prayed that he kept it for just a little longer…

“I dunno. Usually people want to kiss the people they like, and here you are, saying none of that whatsoever. Why? Have you ever thought about it?”

Jiho gulped. ‘Well, I’ve been completely honest this whole time… So…’

“Well… T-to be honest… A lot. Only recently though… I’ll… Find myself watching her talk and wonder how it feels……… Ugh, sorry” Jiho stopped and covered his face with both hands, unable to finish his thought out because honestly, it had only been recently that he’d thought about it and he still wasn’t too comfortable with the whole idea. Hojoon, however, seemed quite intent on this one in particular. Which, quite frankly, scared Jiho less. 

“What’s wrong with wondering what it’s like to kiss her? Honestly, I thought that’s what you’d focus on the most—”

“S-stop! No, it’s not. I still feel… Kinda embarrassed even thinking about it honestly, okay? I’m not a ert like you” Jiho retorted as he clasped his hands together in an attempt to calm himself down but failed miserably as he felt something gently touch his face. It took him a moment to realize it was Hojoon’s hand and tried to shrink back, but his body felt frozen to the spot. He couldn’t will himself to move away. He shivered as he heard Hojoon’s voice right in front of his face, calm and hushed, “I’m not a ert. You’re just weirdly innocent. And you know what I’ve noticed?” 

Jiho gulped again. “Wh-what?” he whispered, unable to talk any louder for fear of his voice breaking as he felt Hojoon drop his hand from his face.

“For some reason, the girl you’ve been talking about has a significant amount of things that are similar to me, and you never said her name once. Did you do that on purpose?” Hojoon commented in a calm but determined voice as he fumbled around until he found Jiho’s hands and interlocked their fingers. Jiho bit back a gasp and prayed to the high heavens that Hojoon didn’t hear it and mumbled “N-not really um—”

“Because I have a weird feeling…” 

Jiho opened his mouth to ask what he meant but felt a pair of warm lips connect with his own as a hand s around the back of his neck to pull him closer. His eyes slid shut almost instinctively as he melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms Hojoon’s neck, drawing him in. He felt Hojoon press kiss after intoxicating kiss onto his lips, smiling in-between each one. Jiho felt warmth spread over his chest and up his neck and all over his body as he breathed in the fresh minty scent that just screamed Hojoon Hojoon Hojoon to his brain, over and over again like a beautiful mantra that he never wanted to stop repeating. He felt all his concerns drift away and all his worries disappear into the air as he gently pulled away till they were nose to nose, breathing lightly and basking in each other’s presence. 

Jiho leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on Hojoon’s lips before smiling and resting his forehead on the other’s, repeating the process until Hojoon couldn’t stand it anymore and rested his hands on either side of Jiho’s face and pulled him into a deep kiss that had them both gasping for air afterwards, laughing breathy laughs as they gently knocked their foreheads together. Jiho reached up and laced their fingers together and smiled shyly, touching his lips with his fingers in almost awe and giggled quietly. 

“You really don’t hold back, do you?” 

Hojoon chuckled and kissed his cheek before nuzzled his shoulder. 

“Not when I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time” Hojoon breathed out, unable to keep a smile off his face. Jiho shivered at the feeling of his breath tingling over his neck, delighting in the feeling as it dawned on him what Hojoon meant. 

“W-wait, what? A long time? How long? Since when? Why?” he pressed eagerly as the prospect of Hojoon wanting to kiss him for a long time made butterflies spin around in his stomach. He felt Hojoon chuckle at his eagerness and wriggled in excitement as the other leaned back to sit normally on the floor. 

“Well… Since the beginning. Ever since you walked up to me, I’d wanted to. I had seen you around campus a few times in passing but didn’t think much of you till you begged me to be your friend and to help you avoid your ex, which, by the way, was the weirdest way possible for you to introduce yourself. I probably would have refused if you weren’t so damn y” Hojoon practically purred out as he pulled Jiho in for another kiss, smiling into it as Jiho tried to shy away. Hojoon pressed one more chaste kiss onto his lips before leaning back to run his fingers through Jiho’s hair, smiling as he felt the other lean into his touch. 

“Oh and I knew the whole time. I was flirting with you so much, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner. I was going all out, and you just blushed and ran away” Hojoon mumbled, almost in self satisfied astonishment. “It took you an embarrassingly long time to figure it out, I must say. But that’s okay— just makes you cuter” he purred out, chuckling quietly as he felt Jiho stiffen up and moved his hands slowly down the sides of Jiho’s head, massaging and mapping out everything his fingertips touched and burned them into his memory. He could feel the heat radiating of Jiho’s cheeks and burst out laughing. 

Jiho pouted and pushed Hojoon backwards indignantly, making him fall back onto his elbows as he laughed out loud. “What?! What’s so funny?!”

Hojoon coughed a few times before regaining his composure once more, still giggling quietly to himself as he responded, “I just felt how hot your cheeks are right now. Do you always turn into a fiery tomato? I don’t even need to see you to know how red you are right now and that’s just  so adora-”

“It’s because of you, you jerk! Do you honestly expect me to hear that you've been seducing me this entire time and not feel surprised?! You knew the whole time…Plus you… You kind of…” 

“I what…?” Hojoon teased as he pushed himself back into a seated position and leaned forward till his nose was millimeters from Jiho’s, smiling indulgently. “What did I do?” 

Jiho shook his head, lips pressed into a tight, defiant line. “I’m not gonna say it.”

Hojoon grinned and pecked Jiho on the nose, “What…I kissed you breathless? Is that why you’re blushing?” He heard Jiho’s muted embarrassed mutterings and nodded smugly, deciding to just a little more. “I kissed you to make up all that time we wasted not holding hands and cuddling under a blanket and telling each other secrets and give each other hugs and have little study sessions where we get nothing done but stare at each other— how could I not enjoy this little thing we got going on, finally? ” 

“I dunno…” Jiho mumbled like a sulky five year old, too shy to say anything further than that. He jerked his head to look up to ‘watch’ Hojoon stand up and walk to the other side of the room and flicked the lights on, flooding the room with light and making him suint his eyes and hide them in his hands as they stung from the sudden light. He let his eyes adjust slowly and hesitantly uncovered his eyes to see Hojoon also blinking painfully from the other side of the room and rubbing his eyes.

Jiho held back a giggle as he saw how messed up Hojoon’s shirt looked but immediately looked away as Hojoon let out a huge yawn and lifted his shirt up to rub his face that was lacking…

“H-hey, say… Hojoon, where are your glasses?” Jiho asked in bewilderment as it finally dawned on him that Hojoon hadn’t worn them the entire time they had been together that day and glanced at him in confusion. How had he only just noticed this? Hojoon paused mid-rub, much to Jiho’s embarrassment, and smiled. 

“I figured out how to do contacts a few days ago since I was sick of those frames,” he remarked as he walked over and leaned down to meet Jiho’s gaze at eye level, grinning as Jiho’s eyes flicked back and forth between his own, confused by the lack of metal that usually sat on the bridge of his nose. Jiho reached a hand up hesitantly to trace down the side of Hojoon’s face, a smile twitching on his lips.

“I don’t know why I didn’t notice earlier…”

“Well you’ve been in a daze so I’m not all to surprised,” Hojoon commented wryly, smiling as he locked eyes with Jiho. 

“Your… Eyes are so much more gorgeous up close” Jiho breathed in awe, his fingers running over the same part of Hojoon’s face over and over again. Hojoon squatted down and took Jiho’s hand in his own and kissed his cheek. 

“Well, luckily for you, you get to see these ol’ things all the time now~ Up close and far away—it won’t matter-”

“But I really liked your glasses” Jiho whined, sticking out his lower lip and pouting as he looked at the floor, “I thought they suited your face really well and you looked… Really cute in them” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as his cheeks tinged a bright pink color as Hojoon giggled and littered Jiho’s face with feather light kisses till he found his lips and pressed a chaste kiss on them, leaving Jiho leaning forward with lips slightly parted, wanting more. Hojoon pulled Jiho to his feet and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaving a tiny space between their lips, relishing the wanting look Jiho was giving him. 

“Maybe you can convince me to go back to wear—”

That’s as far as Hojoon got before Jiho took a step forward and mashed their lips together, moving his lips and hips fluidly against Hojoon as he wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders. Hojoon was half taken by surprise as to how fast Jiho just snapped, but wasn’t at all complaining as he welcomed the rush of adrenaline that flowed between them. Jiho was right—their bodies fit together perfectly, just like two puzzle pieces meant for only each other. Hojoon found himself loving the feeling of tilting his face up to meet Jiho’s lips, loving the feeling of slightly going on his tip toes to satisfy his need for touch. 

They pulled away, both breathing lightly for air as they just stared at each other for a moment, enjoying the sound of the other breathing like it was the most beautiful soundtrack life had programmed into the world. Jiho closed his eyes and chuckled quietly as he leaned down till their foreheads touched, whispering “I guess this is kind of late to say I might like you a little, but I’m guessing you’re more than okay with that.” Hojoon snorted at his cheesiness but still smiled and stole a quick kiss before responding with “Yeah, just a little more than okay with that.” 

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A/N: AND THAT’S THE END LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! :D

I’m kidding omg it’s not over yet but it will be soon ;-; sad days…

Sorry this came sorta late. Honesty time: I wrote this three separate times until I liked this last draft and for some reason I only got inspiration to write it after midnight till like 4am for about a week straight so I’ve been a bit delirious writing this :D

Not that anyone gives a but YEAH.

Also I have yet to actually do anything that was mentioned in this chapter IRL so please excuse the obvious inaccuracies ;3; 

So, who’s theories were right? //wiggly eyebrows Did I make it way too obvious throughout the story? Let me know what you thought :3