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Sieun startles at the sudden knock sounding from his front door, steam curling around his body as he hurriedly pulls a shirt over his damp skin, hair dripping carelessly onto the floor of the bathroom. The towel slung lazily around his neck does little to contain the water seeping through the fabric adorning his chest as it runs down the slope of his nose and cheeks, finishing with a slow drip from the crafted edges of his face.
“Delivery!” Another knock follows, although a little louder than the first and so Sieun pads to his door, pulling it open with a blank look.
“You don’t have to say delivery to get me to open the door, I know it’s you.”
Suho sports a grin, “Figured I’d do it for old times sake, and you didn’t answer the first time. Tried calling too.” Sieun shuffles aside to welcome Suho in, the taller waltzing in like it’s his second home, toeing his shoes off in the entry way.
“I was in the shower.” Sieun doesn’t wait for a response, already walking in the direction of his room where Suho follows close behind, eyes tracking the droplets falling from his soaking hair.
“I can see that, you’re leaving a trail behind you,” Sieun gives no response but a hum, plopping down on the edge of his bed with a sigh.
“You should dry your hair, Sieun-ah, you’ll catch a cold. I’ve heard your immune system is pretty shit,” The boy begins to towel at his hair the moment Suho speaks, catching a few stray droplets.
“That was only as a kid, I’ll be fine.” His tone gives no room for argument but he knows Suho won’t accept his answer, and his guess is proven right when Suho speaks again, his voice laced with worry.
“I know that’s not true Sieun-ah, I remember that time you got sick last winter, you could barely get out of bed for days,”
Sieun rolls his eyes, “I’ll be fine Suho, it’s just a bit of water.”
The taller man takes a few steps closer until his feet are planted in front of Sieun, hands reaching to pry the towel from the latter's grip. “Whatever you say.”
He doesn’t bother to ask before he starts gently ruffling the boy’s hair with the towel, nor does he comment on the way Sieun slightly leans into the touch, so slight he almost misses it. “I don’t need you to dry my hair for me, I can do it myself,” he huffs out, yet he makes no move to push Suho away, much to the boy's amusement. His hands carry out their work on his hair, gently rubbing the strands between the towel as Sieun’s eyes flutter closed, basking in the feeling.
“How did you get here?” Suho’s hands falter for only a second as the question catches him off guard, “Uh, the bus…?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, hoping Sieun believes him. He doesn’t.
“You don’t sound so sure about that, Suho.”
The boy groans, “Okay, fine, I drove my bike here, happy?” Sieun shifts under his hands, his eyes locking on Suho’s.
“Suho.”
The boy in question grimaces at the stern call of his name, his lips curling into a nervous smile. “I know you don’t like me riding my bike, but Sieun-ah, I’m fine, really. It was years ago, my body is good as new, okay?” He only receives a huff in response, a muttered whatever following. He smiles despite the clear annoyance on Sieun’s face.
“I’m just worried, I don’t want you getting hurt. Not again.” Sieun almost sounds shy saying it, and Suho’s ears flush at his words, his hands manoeuvring the boy’s head to look up at him, his chin coming down to rest on his stomach, though he chooses to ignore that part.
His voice softens into reassurance when he speaks, “Sieun-ah… I get it, I do, but I’m not fragile, it’s gonna take more than a coma to get rid of me,” He cracks a small smile, “I promise I’ll be careful, and I never drive on days my body gives me grief, so stop worrying, yeah?” Hesitantly, Sieun gives a small nod, his head turning to rest his cheek against Suho’s stomach, and his arms snaking shyly around his waist.
Suho doesn’t bite back his smile as his fingers run through Sieun’s now damp hair in lazy strokes, deciding against the teasing on the tip of his tongue to wallow in Sieun’s surprising affection. He must be really worried, he thinks.
His free hand comes to rest upon Sieun’s cheek, willing the boy to pull away with flushed skin, and his thumb rubs absentminded strokes along his cheekbone. Sieun’s arms stay locked around Suho’s waist, and he thinks he imagined it when Sieun tugs him closer until the latter is gazing in his eyes, his lips forming around words Suho can hardly believe:
“Suho, kiss me,” The taller almost chokes on his own spit, his eyes widening in bewilderment.
“W-what? Sieun-”
“Kiss me, Suho, please. We both know we were never just friends, I know how I feel, do you?” Suho nods without hesitation, sinking to his knees to rest between Sieun’s accounting thighs, his hands cupping his face softly.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Soft gazes flicker to each other’s lips for just a fleeting moment before trailing back up to meet once more, as if searching for any misunderstanding or hesitance, and neither boys find anything of the such and so, with shaky breaths and their hearts on their sleeves, the two boys close the distance with purpose.
It feels like taking a deep breath for the first time, or feeling the warm glow of the sun on your skin - their lips move tentatively, carefully slotting together to test the waters, and when Sieun leans into the firmer press of Suho’s mouth, it’s like all their emotions and years of pining unravel at once - Sieun’s hands find Suho’s hair, his neck, sometimes curling against his shoulder, anywhere he can to feel him, to remind his this is real.
Suho tilts his head to deepen the kiss, but it stays unhurried, just two boys pouring their love into the only way they know how. His thumb brushes Sieun’s cheek with care, reassuring him, grounding him, conveying words he can’t speak; I’ve got you.
Slowly they break apart, panting into each other’s mouths with dumb smiles on their faces, but the distance doesn’t last when Suho is pulled in by the front of his shirt, lips crashing against his own with more purpose; Sieun tilts his head and kisses Suho with every fibre of his being, like he needs it to live, and Suho welcomes it. He kisses back with just as much passion, mouths moving quickly but without rush, and then Suho is rising from his knees as Sieun pulls him by his shirt, dragging him to accompany him on his bed. Sieun falls to his back without breaking the kiss, Suho following suit and bracing his arms each side of the other boy’s head - the swipe of a tongue licks at Sieun’s bottom lip, prodding until access is granted and gasps draw from both boys.
Suho snakes an arm around Sieun’s waist, pulling the boy to come flush with his body, and Sieun arches into it without question, a soft mewl swallowed by Suho’s unrelenting tongue, licking and sliding wetly against his own.
“Is this okay?” Their foreheads rest against one another as air rushes back into their lungs, chests rising and falling rapidly.
“Yeah, more than okay.” Sieun doesn’t- can’t stop the smile that breaks on his face, a toothy grin that Suho adores on the rare occasion it shows.
“Good, because I don’t think I can stop kissing you now I’ve started,”
“Then don’t.” Something is different in the way their lips meet for the third time and they both feel it, both feel the way Sieun pants into Suho’s mouth, the way he arches into the larger man’s body, and the way his body craves more. They feel it in the way Suho’s hand slips beneath the hem of Sieun’s shirt, large palms kneading at the flesh of his hip, the way his teeth nip at Sieun’s lip, and the way his mouth abandons its wreckage to latch onto the curve of Sieun’s jaw, kissing and nipping down to the span of his neck where Sieun bares himself at Suho’s mercy.
“So pretty for hyung, should mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine,” Sieun whines at his words but doesn't protest, only spurring Suho on further. “Sound so pretty too. All for me.” He nips at a spot on Sieun’s neck, sucking gently before licking over the abused skin, drawing another shaky whine from the other’s mouth.
“Suho, please,” The smaller doesn’t really know what he’s pleading for, all he knows is he doesn’t want Suho to stop the assault on his neck and collarbones, and doesn't want his hand to stop where it now rests on the curve of his ass, cupping the flesh with a gentle but present hold - he barely registers the soft roll of his lips until Suho is groaning, his forehead dropping to his shoulder.
“Sieun-ah, we don’t have to do anything else right now, I would never expect that from you, okay? But if you want to- shit, if you want to, then I want to make you feel good, wanna show you how much I love you.” The boy beneath him rolls his hips with intention, softly mewling when his crotch meets Suho’s which sports a matching tent, the latter stuttering around a sharp intake of breath.
“I want to. I want to, Suho, please make me feel good. Wanna make you feel good too,” He noses at the locks of Suho’s hair, a moan wracking up his throat when his hips grind harder into Suho’s, this time the latter meeting him halfway.
“Yeah?” Suho releases a breath, his lip caught between his teeth when the roll of their hips set a steady pace.
“Yeah.”
Suho doesn’t rush when he brings his hands to Sieun’s shirt, lifting the item of clothing slowly from his skin to reveal more and more of the boy’s torso, and Sieun allows the item to be pulled over his head and left to the side. Despite the want clouding his mind, Sieun comes to his senses enough to shy away, snaking his arms over the exposed span of his stomach and chest with a flush to his cheeks - Suho still doesn’t rush, slowly prying the boy’s hands away with careful precision, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of his wrist in the process.
“Don’t hide, baby. You’re just as beautiful as I imagined,” Sieun can’t help but whine at the praise, his hand coming to shield his face from Suho’s view. “I mean it, Sieun-ah. You’re everything I’ve dreamed of.” He places a kiss to his cheek, pulling his hand away to intertwine their fingers, thumbs caressing gentle strokes along the back of his hands. Another kiss plants itself on the exposed skin of his forehead, revealed subtly by the messy part of his hair, then to his nose, one on each cheek before finally landing on his mouth, a soft press that disappears as quick as it came. “My Sieun-ah…” The kisses travel along his jaw and lead down his throat until they meet the soft flesh of his chest, littering the expanse of his pecs and his sternum where Suho follows the path down to his stomach, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the plump flesh of his tummy.
“So perfect, doing so well for me, Sieun-ah,” He stops above the waistband of Sieun’s sweatpants, receiving a silent nod of permission when he meets his eyes, and so with steady hands he curls his fingers around the elastic, peeling it from Sieun’s hips with caution.
“God, what did I do to deserve you, baby? Can you get any more perfect?” Sieun feels like prey under Suho’s gaze, but he doesn’t shy away this time, instead he wallows in the love pouring from his friend’s eyes. Large hands graze the length of his legs as his pants are discarded to the floor and then his ankle is placed upon a broad shoulder, lips quickly finding the soft skin, slightly fragrant with the remnants of Sieun’s bodywash.
“Smell so sweet, could drown in your scent, Sieun-ah,” Every praise sets Sieun’s cheeks ablaze, fuelling his desire for his best friend further and further, and he blows out a shaky breath of air as he watches the sight of Suho pressing kisses to his skin, each press of his lips trailing further up his leg until they meet the flesh of his thigh.
“You deserve nothing but love and worship, Sieun-ah. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Forever.” The boy squirms in Suho’s hold, the taller man’s breath fanning over where he craves him most - he notices, a small curve of a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers inch closer to the aching arch of Sieun’s cock, flushed an angry red at the tip.
Sieun gasps when Suho’s hand wraps unexpectedly around his length, his back arching into the pleasure with a shudder. “So responsive, and that’s just from my hand. Think you can come just from this, baby?” He moves his hand leisurely, pumping Sieun’s cock with lazy strokes.
“N-no, need more Suho, please,” The boy hums in thought, his free hand rubbing circles into the flesh of his hip.
“Have you got any lube, baby?”
The smaller freezes for a moment, face contorting in contemplation. “...Yes,”
A teasing grin curls at Suho's lips, “Oh? Sieun-ah, have you touched yourself while thinking about me, hm?”
The boy flushes in embarrassment, a whine escaping his lips, “Shut up.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, baby,” Choosing to ignore the other man’s teasing, Sieun reaches over to his bedside table begrudgingly, fishing out the bottle of lube stashed away in his drawer. Suho laughs as the bottle is shoved into his awaiting hand.
“I tried a few times but my fingers aren’t long enough. I couldn’t come.” The pout resting on his lips has Suho cooing at the sulking boy, his hand coming to tilt his face towards him, a teasing grin on his face.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you, baby. Just relax,”
Hands are parting his thighs a second later, a cold finger slicked with lube prodding at the ring of muscle. “A-ah! Feels weird, Suho,” His breath catches in his through when Suho presses further, his finger slipping past the rim until it reaches his knuckle where he stills, eyes fixated on Sieun’s furrowed brows.
“I know baby, it will feel good soon,”
A gasp.
Suho curls his finger carefully before retracting until only the tip is left inside, then slowly sinking back in, emitting a shaky breath from the smaller boy. “More, Suho, I can take it,” The taller listens, lubing up a second digit and pushing it through his rim deliberately, sliding in alongside his other finger.
He moves them steadily, watching as Sieun’s hole sucks them in with greed, a quiet whimper drawn from the boy’s mouth every so often - he pushes deeper, curling with precision until Sieun is reduced to a panting mess, bucking his hips in search of more friction. “M-more,”
Suho can’t say he’s surprised as Sieun’s hole stretches willingly, clenching and swallowing his fingers whole with no shame - a third finger catches on Sieun’s rim before sliding in with little friction, a cry leaving his parted mouth. “Yes! Fuck, Suho-yah, please,” His hips roll desperately, fucking himself down on Suho’s thick fingers, words choking around moans. When Suho shifts his hand and his fingers hit a new angle, Sieun keens, a choked up version of Suho’s name falling from his lips. “Fuck, right there, Suho! Fuck, fuck, fuck-”
“N-no, Suho, please, please,” The fingers that had been working Sieun close to his orgasm abruptly stop, pulling away from his body leaving him feeling empty, “As much as I’d love to ruin you with my fingers, I don’t want you to come just yet, pretty,” Sieun whines, but nods nevertheless, his eyes finding Suho’s. “I want you inside me, Suho-yah, wanna make you feel good,”
“Fuck, you’re so good to me, baby. Hyung will give you anything you want,” He cups Sieun’s face in his palms, bringing his face up to connect their lips in a heated kiss, although their mouths move without hurry, slotting together with the slide of their tongues.
Hands tug at the fabric of Suho’s shirt, Sieun slightly pulling away to mutter the words “Take it off,” against the plush of his lips, and Suho does just that, reluctantly pulling away from Sieun’s warmth to rid himself of his shirt.
Sieun’s hands find purchase on the waistband of Suho’s jeans, fiddling with the button without a thought until it pops open between his thumb and finger, then moving down to deliver a slow drag of the zipper - he wastes no time, yanking the fabric past the bone of Suho’s hip until they bunch around his thighs and his breath catches in his throat.
Suho idly strokes his thumb beneath Sieun’s eye as his gaze flickers between the eyes of the man kneeling above him and the sight that awaits for him; Suho’s built torso trails of into a sharp v, a delicious line of hair trailing down from his bellybutton to connect to the thick strain of his cock, and Sieun’s mouth waters.
“You can take me, pretty. You’ll be good and take it, yeah?” Sieun nods, lashes fluttering as he peers up at the other boy until the latter freezes, his expression morphing into one of concern. “Shit, Sieun-ah, I don’t have any condoms…” He groans in annoyance, hands running through the tousled locks of his hair.
“It’s okay, I have some,” Suho’s eyes widen at the quiet words spoken from Sieun’s lips, his brow quirking in interest.
“Sieun-ah… where the hell did you get condoms? Have you-”
The boy cuts him off before he can finish, voice riddled with embarrassment, “No, I haven’t slept with anyone else, Suho. You’re my first everything…” His voice trails off into a quiet murmur, eyes averting Suho’s who doesn’t hide the relief on his face.
“Then why…?”
“It was a dumb gift from Baku, said I might need them, well, you’ll need them,” He lets out a little huff, ears prickling with heat.
“Baby… and you kept them? My Sieun-ah, you’re so cute,” His face breaks out in a wide smile, hands petting the top of Sieun’s head.
Sieun reaches for his bedside table for the second time without a word, fishing the small box of condoms from the drawer. He plucks one from the box in silence and hands it to Suho without sparing him a glance, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. When he hears the small chuckle rasp from Suho’s lips he turns his head, just in time to see the condom caught between the man’s teeth, secured as he tears the packet open.
“Wait, can I…” He trails off, debating his words.
“Put it on?” Suho finishes, already moving to place the condom in Sieun’s hand.
“Yeah,” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he lines the condom up with Suho’s cock, rolling the latex down until it sits flush against the base of his length.
“Fuck, I could get used to seeing that,” Sieun smiles, a small curve of his lips that’s almost invisible. With the condom now fit snugly around his length, Suho makes the move of removing his jeans and settling himself between Sieun’s welcoming thighs, taking the thick flesh in his hands and giving a small tug, successfully pulling Sieun’s body closer to his own. “Can’t believe I get this beautiful body all to myself, no one else gets to see you like this, right, love?” Sieun whines at the pet name, hips shifting closer to Suho’s heat.
“Mhm, all yours, Suho-yah,” Flashing Sieun a grin, Suho lines himself up with his entrance, circling his cockhead around the puckered hole teasingly, eliciting a needy whiny from the awaiting boy. He begins to push in slowly, his brows drawing together through the feeling of Sieun’s tight warmth enveloping him. Sieun gasps as he feels the thick girth of Suho’s cock filling him to the brim, subconsciously clenching around the intrusion.
“Sieun, baby, fuck you’re so tight. Feels so good, taking me so well,” A ragged moan tumbles from Sieun, his head thrown back in pleasure; Suho takes the chance to litter kisses to his inviting neck, teeth dragging deliberately along the skin, and Sieun welcomes him, baring his neck to Suho and granting him more access. Moans erupt simultaneously when Suho bottoms out, the thick head of his cock just teetering on the edge of Sieun’s prostate, and the boy mewls, body dancing on the edge of pleasure.
“Suho, please,” His hips rock forward pushing Suho impossibly deeper and they both moan into a lazy kiss, tongues licking into each other’s mouths. Suho’s hips pull back until only his tip remains inside, and then brings them back forwards with a slow grind, knocking the breath from them both completely. He repeats the action, drawing back before grinding back in slowly, the slow drag of his cock heightening the pleasure licking up Sieun’s spine, and the effect is immediate as Sieun clings to his broad shoulders, face burying in the crook of his neck with a cry.
“Suho!” The hands perched on his shoulders move to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, fisting the locks between his fingers with urgency, and Suho makes a pleased noise at the tug he receives when his cock retreats and returns once more.
“So perfect, you’re doing so good for me Sieun-ah. My pretty boy, hyung is so lucky,” Sieun keens at the praise, cock jerking where it sits neglected between the two bodies. “You like it when hyung tells you how pretty you are, baby? Love everything about you, angel, I love you so much,” Tears prick at Sieun’s eyes when Suho’s cock prods at his prostate, legs wrapping securely around his waist.
“So good, Suho-yah,” The tears welling in his eyes spill over, hot tracks wetting his blushing cheeks, and he doesn’t know what spurs them more, the pleasure thrumming through his body or the overwhelming realisation that Suho loves him - he sees the love pooling in his eyes mirroring his own, feels it in the steady roll and grind of his hips, and feels it in the gentle press of his lips against his, tears salty on their tongues.
Sieun pulls from the kiss, eyes tracking the features of the boy above before meeting his gaze, a smile playing on his lips. “I love you,”
Suho returns the smile, eyes forming into crescents as his forehead drops to Sieun’s. “I love you too, more than anything,”
Sieun barely registers the slip of hands in his, fingers lacing together in a warm embrace as Suho’s hips find a faster face, steadily rocking into the boy beneath him, the boy he loves and the boy who loves him back. Sieun’s legs wrap firmer around the curve of Suho’s waist, the heels on his feet digging into his lower back only sending him deeper, and his cock jerks as Suho’s length impales his prostate, rubbing at the sweet spot over and over.
“Mmmg Suho! Yes, just like that,” Suho’s head dips as his lips connect with one of Sieun’s nipples, the boy jerking in surprise. “A-ah! Suho-” his words cut off with a moan when Suho’s tongue swirls around the bud, the other pinched between his thumb and finger - he keeps at, switching between each nipple with a flick of his tongue and the pinch of his fingers until the buds are left red and puffy, covered in a coat of saliva.
“You’re so sexy, Sieun-ah. You drive me crazy,” The smaller boy huffs in faux annoyance though Suho catches the blush rushing to his face.
“Shut up,”
“I mean it, I’m crazy for you. How can someone be so perfect, my pretty baby. So sexy, and all mine,” He delivers a sharp thrust with his words, a loud moan coaxed from the boy in question.
Suho’s arms begin to tire from the force of holding up his weight, a small tremor wracking down his arms and to his fingertips, one of the effects of his coma that still troubles him every so often - he hopes Sieun doesn’t notice, but the latter does, his hand sliding along the sharp line of his jaw. “Hey, it’s okay if you’re tired, we can stop if you want to,” the boy shakes his head, strong arms still persistent in keeping him up.
“No, I don’t want to stop, Sieun-ah, I’m okay,”
His head drops to his shoulder in defeat as his arms shake stubbornly, and so in a swift motion he secures an arm around Sieun’s waist, manoeuvring him to his side and following suit behind him, chest pressed flush to his back. “Is this okay, Sieun-ah?” The boy approves in an instant, hips lazily grinding onto Suho’s cock. Wasting no time, Suho is quick to secure his hand beneath Sieun’s knee, hiking his leg up to grant more access as he begins to fuck into him once more, the new angle sending jolts of pleasure through every cell of Sieun’s body.
“Does that feel good, baby? You like that?” Sieun releases a string of moans, his hand slipping into Suho’s hair, tugging his head closer as he turns his face to connect their lips in a sloppy kiss,
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes! You feel so good hyung, fill me up so well, I love you so much, Suho-yah,”
“Mm I love you, my Sieun. I love you I love you I love you,” His hips begin to move erratically, losing himself in the warmth of Sieun’s heat, and the boy takes it with open arms, his mouth hung open as fingers wrap skilfully around his neglected cock, pumping in time with the thrust of Suho’s hips.
“Suho, ‘m so close, can I come? Please let me come,”
“You can come, baby. That’s it, my good boy, doing so well.” Sieun’s voice cracks around a loud whimper as his body buzzes, Suho’s lips finding purchase on the side of his neck as his muscles tense, ropes of come spilling messily over Suho’s unrelenting hand, working his cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm before his body falls limp in his hold.
He writhes in overstimulation as Suho’s pace doesn't falter, a ragged cry pulled from his lips as his sweet spot continues to be abused. “Suho- Suho, too much, I can’t,” He sobs as another orgasm is ripped from him too soon, pain and pleasure wracking his body unexpectedly.
“I know baby, just a little more- fuck, almost there-” Suho’s thrusts come to a sudden holt as his cock twitches in the clenching embrace of Sieun’s walls, shooting arcs of come into the condom with a groan. His breath fans against Sieun’s shoulder as he pants in exhaustion, the gentle sooth of fingers in his hair bringing him back to his senses.
Neither speak for a minute, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms until Suho slips himself out from Sieun’s hole with a hiss, removing the condom to discard it. “I’ll be back in a second baby, okay?” Sieun hums, not trusting his voice as his eyes flutter closed, exhaustion flooding his body. A few minutes pass by until Suho returns, a soft smile curling at his lips at the sight of the boy who now lays asleep - he carefully cleans the sleeping boy up with a cloth, being careful not to wake him before joining him by his side, pulling him close to his chest. Eyes fluttering closed, Suho drifts off to a peaceful sleep, Sieun tucked safely into his side.
***
Suho wakes to the careful touch of a finger, feeling the tip trace down the bridge of his nose before tracing the line of his lips - he cracks his eyes open to be met with the sight of a smiling Sieun, a dazed look on his face.
“I prefer your hair like this, long, I mean,” Suho quirks a brow, “Hm? Why?”
“So I can do this,” delicate fingers rest upon Suho’s forehead with purpose, shifting to move a piece of hair that had fallen over the boy’s eye. “There.” Suho can’t help the soft laugh that spills from his lips, copying the action with a piece of hair laying astray on Sieun’s head.
Their hands find each other without a word, pinkies linking together where they rest between them, dopey smiles set on their faces. “Hey Sieun-ah?”
“Yeah?”
“Be my boyfriend,” Sieun stifles a laugh, pursing his lips into a line.
“You’re supposed to ask me, not tell me,”
With a roll of his eyes, Suho repeats himself. “Hey Sieun-ah,”
“Yes, Suho?” He can’t contain the laugh this time, breaking into a fit of giggles, and Suho revels in it. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
Sieun pretends to think, bringing his finger and thumb to his chin to mimic being deep in thought, “I suppose I do love you so I accept, I’ll be your boyfriend, Suho.” The taller beams with joy, a loud yippee echoing in the room.
“I mean, yeah, cool-” Lips press against his before he can finish, the spread of a smile felt against his mouth as he kisses back, hands cupping Sieun’s face with care.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”