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“Your roommate is passed the fuck out in my dorm,” the voice on the other line slurs. “Just so you know.”
On the ranking of things one wouldn’t want to hear from Go Hyuntak on a Saturday night, that undisputedly ranks at the top. He hadn’t even known Baekjin had gone to that party, otherwise he could’ve avoided hauling himself across Seoul to stop him from getting alcohol poisoning.
Sieun bites back a curse, “Right, okay. Just keep him from trouble until I get there, please.”
He knows it’s a lot to ask Hyuntak.
“My roommate’s got it,” his friend says. “You know he and I… Well, he has a babysitter for now.”
“Thanks, anyway. I’ll be there soon.”
–
Sieun shoulders his way through drunk freshmen, the party being held outside doing little to help with the suffocating smoke, the throb of the music making his temples pulse with an incoming headache.
He’s one-track-minded as he makes his way to where Hyuntak texted him he would be, and when he finally spots him, Hyuntak waves him over, shouting over the music.
“Sieun-ah!”
“Hey,” Sieun mutters back with a grimace, stopping in front of him. “Where is he?”
Hyuntak frowns, displeased but somehow sympathetic. “He’s fine. He’s upstairs in my room. My roommate is watching him.”
Sieun starts to ask, “Did—” but Hyuntak is already shaking his head.
“Baku was pretty drunk too, so I put him in a cab home.”
Sieun exhales, long and tired. “‘Okay. I’ll go get him.”
Hyuntak’s gaze flicks over his shoulder and he swears under his breath. “Listen, I'll talk to you later, okay? Remember, room fifteen. Bother my roommate all you want for help.”
–
Sieun knocks on the door of room fifteen, so focused on the taxi app that it takes him a second to look up.
He feels suddenly drunk when he finally does, as if he absorbed the haze of alcohol and nicotine outside into his skin, or he’s hallucinating from the lack of sleep. His brain doesn’t catch up with the reality that opens up in front of him, on the other side of Hyuntak’s door, for the first time in nearly three years.
“Sieun-ah?” Suho's voice is deeper than he remembers. A touch softer, and a little surprised.
He’s still so breathtakingly beautiful, grown even more handsome into adulthood. Gone is the bowl cut he used to have in their first year; his hair now longer and falling over his face like he's a model on a billboard. He’s bigger, too; it's obvious through his thin black tee, stuck to his body like the fabric is glued on.
Sieun knows he's staring. It's probably creepy that he hasn't said anything, but he feels like his heart has shot up to the back of his throat.
On an unassuming Saturday night, at a party he never planned on attending, is how he meets Suho again.
“Sieun-ah?” Suho tries again.
“Baekjin-ie?” he manages to ask, forcing the words out.
Something crosses Suho's face, but goes away too quickly. He nods.
“You're the roommate?” Suho asks. “Damn, what a coincidence. He’s—yeah, he’s sleeping.”
“Oh,” Sieun swallows hard, past the dizziness threatening to take over his senses. His first love stands in front of him and he can't even say anything.
It's good seeing you, Suho. How have you been, Suho? I’m sorry I pushed you away and stopped talking to you back in high school, Suho.
Nearly three years of silence, and yet Sieun still fails at being deserving of Suho's time, attention or friendship.
“Come on in, Sieun-ah.” Suho steps aside, soft with a familiarity that refuses to acknowledge the passage of time.
Sieun follows him inside. He’s always been selfish with him.
“He threw up and passed out,” Suho points to Baekjin’s sleeping form on Hyuntak’s bed. “I was making sure he didn’t choke or anything.”
Sieun feels it sharp in his chest. Suho is still the same.
“Thank you,” Sieun swallows. “I’ll get him out of your hair so you can go back to the party.”
Suho chuckles, light and easy. “Nonsense, I’ll help you guys to the car.”
Sieun nearly denies out of reflex. He wants to run and crawl into his bed, to restart the day knowing what will happen and prepare for it. He wants to let Baekjin sleep and drag Suho into the corner and throw himself into his arms.
“You sure? Our taxi is nearly here,” he says instead. Suho nods, smiling with his mouth shut, painfully familiar.
Together, they manage to rouse Baekjin just enough, each of them slinging one of his arms over their shoulders. In all honesty, Suho does most of the heavy lifting. Their arms brush behind Baekjin’s back for balance, elbows bumping, and the contact sends a wave of heat up Sieun’s neck.
It’s absurd that this is the first time they’ve touched—or even looked at each other—in years.
When they finally settle Baekjin into the taxi, Sieun closes the passenger door and circles to the other side. Suho’s already there, holding the door open for him. God, Sieun wants to cry. He has missed him every day he hasn’t had him, felt the absence like a festering wound, ugly around the edges. Refusing to treat it for fear of what would come out.
“Thank you,” he says, looking up at him. There are a million words caught in his throat, waiting for a single push to escape, but nothing comes out. “Suho-ssi.”
He sees it then, the way Suho’s expression falters, the disappointment that flickers in his eyes before he hides it.
Sieun’s already messing up and they’ve barely traded a handful of sentences. He’s terrified of a moment that’s already happening, passing by him like a slideshow.
“Of course, Sieun-ssi,” Suho murmurs, the smile not reaching his eyes. “Be safe. Let m—let someone know when you guys get home.”
Sieun gets inside the car. Suho closes the door for him, taps the hood twice, and turns back toward the building. He’s walking away, Sieun finally computes, and it’s his fault all over again.
Each step he takes makes Sieun more nauseous.
“Wait,” Sieun mumbles to the driver. “Sorry, don’t go yet.”
The driver sighs, annoyed, but obeys.
“Suho-ssi,” Sieun calls out the window. Suho doesn’t look back.
He clears his throat and repeats louder. “Suho-ssi!”
Suho turns, surprised.
Sieun blanks. He doesn’t even know what he’s going to say, how to fix anything, how to stop Suho from leaving.
But he doesn’t have to. Suho jogs back toward the car, a slight frown between his eyes, sadness replaced by worry. “What happened? Are you okay? Do you need help?”
Sieun shakes his head. “No, it’s… I just thought—maybe we should exchange contacts. It’s okay if you don’t—”
But Suho is already pulling his phone from his pocket and handing it to him. “We could grab a coffee, catch up. If you want to.”
Sieun tries to hide how his hands tremble as he puts in his number and passes the phone back, fingers brushing against Suho’s. Suho glances down at the saved contact, a small, real smile breaking through—the kind Sieun remembers from another lifetime.
“I should go,” Sieun says softly, unsteady. “Text whenever. We’ll go for coffee.”
“I will,” Suho promises. He waves as the taxi pulls away, and Sieun exhales shakily, half agony, half hope.
–
Sunday
[unknown number]
hi it’s suho 1:12 am
this is my number 1:12 am
[you]
saved 2:44 am
home safe, thank you 2:44 am
[suho]
no problem anytime 2:45 am
i’m glad for the coincidence 2:45 am
you probably fell asleep lol sleep well 3:27 am
[you]
i’m awake 3:31 am
i was helping my roommate then showering, sorry 3:31 am
Sieun lies in bed with the lights off, staring at the faint glow of his phone screen. His thumbs hover above the screen and he thinks of ten different things to say.
[suho]
it’s fine you’re an angel 3:34 am
for taking care of him i mean 3:34 am
you guys are friends right 3:35 am
shit sorry lol too many qs you should sleep 3:35 am
He can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Suho still rambles as he always had, too fast to catch up with his thoughts. He’s so lovely, still.
Sieun doesn’t think he could go to sleep with his heart racing, with the knowledge that Suho is fighting off sleep and speaking to him. He wishes he were brave or stupid enough to call.
[you]
yes. he’s not usually like this though. 3:36 am
it’s okay suho-ssi…
Sieun freezes. Deletes, types again.
[you]
it’s okay, suho-yah. 3:37 am
is the party still going? you should rest too. 3:37 am
[suho]
yeah but im a bit drunk so im back in bed 3:38 am
gotak is not back yet so i think he went home with someone lol 3:39 am
Sieun bites down hard on the inside of his cheek and tries not to feel relieved that Suho is in his own bed alone, texting him. He has no right.
[you]
drink plenty of water so you don’t wake up with a headache 3:39 am
no tylenol in the morning, take ibuprofen 3:39 am
i’ll talk to hyuntak-ah about not texting you his whereabouts.
he’s being irresponsible. 3:39 am
[suho]
alright alright doc doing it rn thank you 3:41 am
cute. hah. doctor yeon sieun sounds good 3:41 am
don’t mind hyuntak he’s fine 3:42 am
you shouldjfkdn 3:42 am
Sieun watches the typing bubble flicker on and off without a follow-up. He buries his face in his pillow and tries not to scream, unsure of what to focus on. Fear, shame, euphoria. He waits a few more minutes for a reply that doesn’t come and tells himself Suho probably fell asleep.
He considers what he should say next, whether sober Suho would even like to wake up to texts from him. Then he remembers Suho’s disappointed face and decides that it’s better to embarrass himself than to be the cause of that again.
[you]
sleep well, suho-yah. 3:53 am
i was happy to see you too. 3:55 am
Another minute.
i’ve miss..
He deletes it. That’s something he hasn’t earned the right to say yet. He locks his phone and rolls onto his side, trying to force himself to sleep.
–
Sieun tries to be a good, considerate person. He tries to be normal and go about his day. He tries to be there for Baekjin, to care about whatever or whoever Hyuntak is up to. He makes a mental note to text Baku and update Juntae later. He tries taking a walk and forcing himself to have a real meal. He sits at his desk to try and get an early start on some of his assignments. Very little is accomplished.
All because Suho texts him back as soon as he wakes up that morning, so naturally, Sieun can’t think about anything that isn’t him. He tells himself he’ll take it easy, go slow, win him back even if he has no idea how to. He won’t push, because forty days in high school probably doesn’t mean the same to Suho as it does to him. He doesn’t want to scare him off, but he’d die if there was a miraculous chance Suho wants back in his life and Sieun ended up pushing him away again.
It had been all his fault the first time around. Suho had been worried sick after Sieun disappeared on his birthday, and Sieun never really explained to him what happened from then on. He hadn’t meant to go back to school, fractured arm and all, and take it all out on Beomseok, Jungchan and Taehoon. Even now, he can’t find it in himself to hate Beomseok. But after finding out about them messing with Suho’s brakes and the way they had been planning to ambush him, he’d seen red. Not even Suho had been enough to hold him back. Sieun only wanted to protect him. He had been so ashamed of it, after.
After his compulsory transfer, Suho had called and texted and tried, over and over again, but Sieun would shut down whenever the topic came around. And then, the Union. Sieun told himself he had it handled, he knew how to fix everything, if he could just get through this one thing, he’d make it up to Suho. Then he realized he’d waited too long and pushed him too far and Suho slipped away from his reach.
Sieun loves his friends, he tries his best to keep them, but none of them have ever been him. None of them would’ve gotten close at all if not for Suho breaking the first wall. But the further he got from him, the more Sieun learned why. He was his first friend, but he was also his first love. So Sieun waits by his phone like a stray puppy lapping up any drop of attention. The best he can do is try not to sound ridiculously, desperately enamored with him.
Monday
[suho]
found out i have the night off tomorrow 11:17 pm
coffee? 11:17 pm
[you]
yes 11:17 pm
i’m free as well 11:17 pm
[suho]
well i mean we shouldnt drink coffee at night right 11:18 pm
oh 11:18 pm
cool haha that was quick 11:18 pm
thought you’d scold me or smth 11:19 pm
Sieun tries to push down his embarrassment. It doesn’t matter if Suho thought he was too eager; he should know Sieun is serious about this, about him.
[you]
we can drink tea. 11:19 pm
[suho]
ㅋㅋㅋ this guy 11:20 pm
i’ll come pick you up 11:20 pm
[you]
it’s okay, it’s very far. i can meet you close to your dorm. 11:21 pm
[suho]
what no i’m inviting you so i’ll be the gentleman 11:21 pm
[you]
i don’t want to inconvenience you… 11:22 pm
[suho]
pfff nonsense just let me show off 11:22 pm
i have a real bike now and everything 11:23 pm
that i drive very safely don’t worry 11:23 pm
Sieun clutches his phone in his hands and shuts his eyes tightly, trying to calm his heart down from the thought of Suho showing up at his dorm like some actor in a drama, as if Sieun could even handle that.
“Are you praying?” Baekjin snaps him out of it, offering him a bottle of water with a concerned look.
“Maybe I should,” Sieun mumbles, taking the bottle and pressing its coldness over his burning cheeks.
“No religious psychosis over men,” Baekjin says, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “One of us has to be sane.”
Sieun doesn’t have to tell him it’s too late for that.
–
Sieun bears with Baekjin carefully messing up his hair and popping two buttons of his shirt open. He draws the line at letting him put makeup on his face, but accepts some lip balm just in case.
He repeats a thousand times that it’s not a date. It’s nothing remotely close to it. Baekjin still pushes him out the door, wishing him good luck on his not-a-date date.
–
It’s so much worse than he thought.
Suho, in his leather jacket and long hair, is every bit the rom-com lead Sieun thought he’d be, except Sieun has never seen the appeal in any of those. But Suho is… Suho. He’s leaning on his bike and checking his phone, giving Sieun a few seconds to just stare and try to control his own breathing. Then he looks up, smiles and waves, shouting a ‘Sieun-ah’ that nearly knocks the latter over with the impact of its fondness. Sieun forces his feet to move and bring him closer to his own doom, unsure if he’ll even survive this Suho long enough to make amends.
“Fuck,” Suho mutters when Sieun is finally in front of him. “I mean, hi. Whoa.”
“Is everything okay?”
Suho shakes himself slightly and nods, “Perfect. Chill. I like your, uh, everything.”
Sieun tries to suppress a smile and ignores the flush that spreads down his neck, visible through his exposed collarbones. “You look good too, Suho-yah.”
“Ah, of course, hyung is very cool and all that,” he waves his hand dismissively, but Sieun can see his ears go red. Suho is gorgeous and painfully endearing, and Sieun really wishes he could forget about how many apologies he owes him and just pretend this was a date.
“You do remember I’m older than you, right?”
Suho clicks his tongue, “Lies. Come on, let hyung treat you.”
Sieun rolls his eyes without thinking about it, falling back into their dynamics so easily it should scare him. “Didn’t you say I could pay since you’re the one who came all the way here?”
Suho scoffs, tonguing at the inside of his cheek the way he used to do any time Sieun challenged him.
“I never said that,” Suho shakes his head, reaching behind him for a helmet. Sieun freezes when he turns back to him, moving closer to do exactly what Sieun thinks he’s going to do.
He mutters under his breath, “How am I going to show you I’m a good, reliable man?”
His fingers graze Sieun’s carefully styled hair, sweeping it off his face before he puts the helmet over his head gently. Sieun’s heart hurts, nearly caving in under the déjà vu of that first time, when Suho had waited for him and picked him up after cram school, brought him along to work so they could stretch their time together a little longer. Sieun hadn’t fully realized how badly he’d wanted to be kissed back then. All he’d felt was a hunger, not in the stomach but inside his chest, strange and terrifying. He’s still haunted by the very same hunger. From the moment he understood he had wanted to touch Ahn Suho, he has never stopped.
“Pretty,” Suho whispers, tapping the top of the helmet before turning around to put on his own, throwing his leg over the seat. “Hop on.”
The whole thing is so absurdly attractive that Sieun takes a second too long to move, remembering how he’d have to stay pressed to Suho’s back at the exact moment he takes the seat behind him.
He holds on to the iron bars behind him, but Suho turns his head as best as he can to get his attention. “Hold onto me.”
And who is Sieun to deny him?
He tries not to shake as he wraps his arms around Suho’s middle, only for him to pull Sieun even closer, more securely behind him.
Sieun completely ignores his surroundings on the way to the cafe. All he can focus on is how Suho feels under his hands, how good his scent is as it hits him, carried over with the wind.
–
Suho talks and Sieun listens. He tells him about rooming with Hyuntak, about his Grandmother and Yeongyi, about his major in Sports Physiology and his life in the dorms.
“Surprised, huh?” Suho smiles. “Are you proud of me, or what?”
“Not really,” Sieun says, and Suho’s face falls before he can even finish his sentence. “No, that’s not what I mean, don’t make that face.”
Suho tilts his head, confused and a little hurt, and Sieun really wishes he could think before speaking.
“I am proud of you,” he clarifies. “I’m just not surprised, is all. I knew you could do it. It’s why I used to nag you so much.”
Suho’s disappointed frown softens instantly, and Sieun thinks it would be good if he could only say things that make him happy. Might be a worthy life mission.
Suho clears his throat. “Forgot how sweet you are, sometimes.”
“I’m not, it’s the truth,” Sieun shakes his head. “You’ve always been smart; you were just overworked.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Suho shakes his head, then tries to bring some levity to it. “It was easy to lock in after most of those assholes moved schools. Would’ve been better with you there, though.”
And just like that, everything he wants to say comes rushing back. Before he can back out, Sieun reaches for his hand over the table.
“Suho-yah,” he starts, pushing past the lump in his throat. “I should’ve—I know—I was a terrible friend. I kept telling myself I would fix everything, but so much happened, and then it was too late, and—”
“Hey, hey,” Suho turns his hand and laces their fingers together, squeezing his hand reassuringly, soothing the chaos in his mind like a balm. “Breathe.”
“I’m sorry,” Sieun says weakly, too little of what Suho deserves.
“In and out, come on,” Suho shakes his head. “Don’t stress yourself sick over this, okay? Hyuntak told me a little bit about how crazy shit was for you. You don’t have to explain yourself so much.”
“I was a bad friend before any of that,” Sieun shakes his head. “I pushed you away.”
Suho considers him. “Did you mean to?”
“Of course not,” Sieun doesn’t have to think for even a second. “I was ashamed. I didn’t—I wanted to reach out. Then I just thought you were better off without me. Which, well, you were—”
“Never,” Suho squeezes his hand harder, rubbing circles over the skin. “And I don’t blame you. I could’ve tried harder, been more understanding. You went through hell and I didn’t even know, so I’m sorry.”
Sieun shakes his head. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, especially to me.”
Suho smiles, sweet and sincere. “Well, you don’t have to apologize to me, either. So, what now?”
“That’s not fair, Suho—”
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Ah, still so stubborn. Can you ever let me win without a fight? This is why I had such a crush on you in school.”
Whatever retort he had on the tip of his tongue dies and effectively silences him. Suho looks so smug about it.
“What does that say about me, hm?” He continues like he didn’t just drop a bomb on him. “I liked being told off by you, so don’t go soft on me now.”
Sieun has to focus on not making himself sick in public, to force himself to pretend he’s not holding hands with his first love—who he’s still very much in love with—while said love confesses he used to have a crush on him. Past tense.
If only Sieun hadn’t been a coward, maybe he wouldn’t have missed his window. Maybe—
“Are you freaking out? You look like you’re freaking out.”
Sieun shakes his head. “I’m not.”
“You’re definitely freaking out,” Suho declares, still just as good at reading him. “You can just ignore that last part. It’s all good.”
His grip on Sieun’s hand loosens, threatens to drop, so Sieun tightens his own and hopes for a miracle that makes Suho understand years' worth of conversations in one moment.
“No, it’s—Me too.” Sieun forces out, guts in his hands.
Suho is the one shocked into silence for once, even if only for a few moments. He looks at Sieun like he’s seeing something he’s been searching for for the first time, and then a smile breaks out on his face, shy but real, like the first streaks of sun after a storm.
“So those were dates,” he starts, and Sieun can see the tips of his ears going red again, but Suho doesn’t seem to be deterred even by his own flush. “We liked each other, and even the idiots at our school called us boyfriends.”
“I guess,” Sieun says lamely, unsure of what to feel first. The embarrassment, the sadness, or the hope.
“So we were basically high school sweethearts, huh? We were kind of dating.”
Sieun frowns, the bitterness coming out on top of everything else. He doesn’t like the idea of it at all, as it makes everything so much worse. It meant that Sieun had all he wanted at some point and lost it by his own hand, before he even realized what it was.
In his one strike of luck for the night, he’s saved from stumbling over his words by the arrival of their food. Suho seems to let it go easily and jumps from topic to topic, and contradictorily, that does hurt a bit. He might deserve it.
–
They pretend it’s not a weeknight and neither has responsibilities early the next morning. It’s already twenty minutes into the next day by the time Suho is dropping him back in front of his building. They move slowly, comically unhurried and obviously not willing to part. Suho hops off his bike and takes Sieun’s helmet off for him as if he couldn’t handle something so simple, and Sieun doesn’t know what it says about him that he waits for it, somehow knowing he’d do exactly that.
“Did you have fun?” Suho asks, leaning on his bike, a hope-filled smile directed at Sieun and Sieun only.
Unsurprisingly, Sieun wants to kiss him.
“Of course, but we still—”
Suho cuts him off, quite literally by pressing a finger to his lips, shaking his head. “None of that. We have time, you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. I just wanted you to have a fun night.”
Sieun nods, barely able to pretend the simplest touch isn’t intimate enough, that it doesn’t make him shiver or want to open his lips just enough to tease the skin with teeth and tongue. He’s never going to become any stronger against Suho.
“I had fun,” he nearly whispers the words and knows Suho feels it before he drops his hand. “Thank you, Suho-yah.”
Suho doesn’t give him a quick-witted, teasing response. What Sieun gets is the look in his warm and sincere eyes, the way the lights play in the liquid black.
“We’ll do this again soon?”
Somehow, the tone in his voice is even worse. It’s just as soft as when he’d seen him at the dorm, as if he’s talking to a cornered animal, using up all his gentleness not to scare him away. Sieun wants to reassure him, to say he won’t slip from his grasp anymore, but he knows his track record only works against him. He’s going to prove it to him, at some point.
“I’m free this weekend. We can do whatever you want.” Sieun can only hope he says it firmly enough.
Suho’s smile is nothing short of radiant. “Can I keep you hostage for the whole weekend?”
Sieun doesn’t have to pretend to even think about it. “I didn’t specify a day.”
“Alright, it’s a date.”
They stare at each other in the silence that lingers. Sieun can tell Suho is happy, even if he thinks he’s undeserving of credit. Still, he wants it more than anything, to be the reason for it. He wants Suho’s time, his attention, his friendship. More than that, he wants Suho to want him again just as he did when they were teenagers.
“I should go up,”
“Probably,” Suho sighs, unwilling. “Longest week ever.”
Sieun tries to bite back a smile, even if he’s thinking the exact same thing. “It’s already Wednesday. I’ll go to you next time.”
“I’ll come pick you up. Goodnight, Sieun-ah.”
“Please, text me when you’re home. It’s a long drive.”
Sieun gives his back to him only because someone has to, and they shouldn’t delay it any longer.
Just as he’s about to type his code into the building, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls to check, thinking it’s probably Suho making a joke, but what he finds is divine intervention.
Wednesday
[na baekjin]
sleeping at [redacted]’s. home in the morning maybe. or not. 12:34 am
this is your sign. i’m looking at you on life360 and cctv. 12:34 am
When Sieun risks a look behind him, he finds Suho in the same spot, making no move to leave. He raises an eyebrow at Sieun, confused but pleased, and Sieun thinks, for the first time in forever, fuck it. He walks back right into Suho’s space, pulse pounding inside his ears.
“Suho-yah,” he murmurs, his own voice nearly unrecognizable to himself. Mellow, desperate, embarrassing. “It really is a long drive. Maybe you should sleep over and go home in the morning when it’s safer.”
He can tell the exact moment something changes in Suho’s eyes because he’s staring so intently into them. Then Sieun’s gaze travels down a path of utter impulse and lack of control, landing on his lips, then the way Suho’s throat works around a hard swallow.
“My roommate is not home, so I thought—”
A gasp gets stuck in his throat when Suho leans closer into his space, forehead touching his, the warmth of his labored exhales fanning over his lips. “Sieun-ah, you’re killing me here. I’m supposed to be a gentleman, that was the plan. The ‘prove to your high school sweetheart you’re husband material’ plan.”
Ahn Suho is perfect. Ahn Suho, Sieun remembers now, is also a cunning, skilled little liar.
No mental warnings of too fast, too risky, too close, leave now stop Sieun from wrapping his arms around Ahn Suho’s neck and bringing him down into a kiss.
No amount of hopeless dreaming and desperate fantasizing could’ve prepared him for the way Suho melts into it instantly, fitting himself into and around Sieun. His lips are warm and full, his hands find a home on Sieun’s hips like they’ve done this a million times over, and he pulls Sieun so close he wants to vanish into Suho’s body. He nearly does when Suho pries his lips open with his tongue, licking out every doubt and worry that could stop Sieun from being selfish one last time.
“I know we should talk,” Sieun whispers against his lips, breathing hard, drunk on relief. “It’s only been three days, but—”
“Don’t care,” Suho cuts him off, kissing him again. “It’s been three years,” And again. “We’ll talk later.” And again. “Take me upstairs.”
So Sieun does.