"Do you think they'll start dating soon or do you think they already started?" a voice asked, causing Yeosang to shift and awaken a bit, his brain wanting to switch off again.

Whoever was talking in his room could kindly fuck off and let him sleep.

"I don’t think they’d be dating already. They've hardly started talking to each other for about a week now."

Yeosang was puzzled as to why people were having that conversation in his room and he wanted to yell at them, but the gentle weight around his waist and the comfortable feeling under his large blanket allowed him to fall asleep once again without a problem. Whatever they were talking about didn't matter at that moment.

Yeosang woke again roughly an hour later and this time, he understood why people were talking in his room about someone, most likely him and Jongho, dating.

He found the males arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled close to the bare chest. The only thing saving him from skin contact was his fluffy blanket but even then did it hardly save him. He felt himself go warm and he decided to stay still and wait for the younger to wake up. At least he didn't have a hard-on and thanked the gods for that one kind favour.

It took some time and so he lay there thinking of everything.

Of how he was born with a stupid Syndrome. The fact that the odds were in his favour and sent someone to live beside him that made him pass out just by looking at them. The way it took a week to end up in the situation where he was now, in the person's arms. Of how the person was so fucking hot and the chest just worthy of being grabbed but he wasn’t doing that.

Yeosang knew he should stop his thoughts, especially when they started becoming unholy but he didn't. He allowed his mind to rampage and produce scenarios that weren’t safe for others to know of. 

"Just imagine being puddy in his large hands and he treats me like his own marionette for me to do what he pleases," Yeosang thought, shivering at the idea of being controlled. "And I just obey and allow his hands to roam my body and his mouth to mark me with purple and blue reminders of our time."

Yeosang felt himself start growing stiff at the thoughts and he quickly thought of disturbing things to calm himself down before he'd wake Jongho with a protruding rod through his trousers.

Luckily, he managed to calm down just enough to feel settled again. The male turned his head to the side to glance at the figure that still slept with his arms around the older’s waist. 

Yeosang wondered how much he slept per night if he managed to be on his fourth hour of sleep or if he was just asleep because of the peaceful condition. The male felt pride in him when he could look at the younger's face without fainting. Although he got dizzy, he could look long enough to feel satisfied.

Long enough to examine the lashes that fluttered softly over Jongho's delicate cheeks. The way his mouth formed a position that reminded Yeosang of a pout. His squishy cheeks looking adorable and perfect to bite or just squish. The boopable nose and the way his black hair fell to the side. He looked exquisite.

Shortly after Yeosang’s thoughts went from dirty to soft, Jongho began stirring and the older male quickly pretended to have just woken up as well so it wouldn't be weird when Jongho realized that he had pulled the male close to him.

"Morning," Yeosang said with a small stretch and a raspy voice. 

Jongho blearily opened his eyes and noticed how they were sleeping. Instead of quickly pulling away like how Yeosang assumed he would do, he squeezed the male tighter and buried his nose in the older’s brown hair. Yeosang felt giddy. 

"What time is it?" Jongho asked and by god did Yeosang nearly swoon at his 'just woken up' voice.

"I don't know. Like seven something I guess."

Jongho simply hummed in understanding and pushed away the male so he could sit up and stretch. Yeosang didn't bother to hide his stares at the male’s back since the younger couldn't see him anyway.

Just as Jongho stood up and grabbed his black T-shirt that lay on the ground discarded, Yeosang still didn't remove his gaze, a knock was heard on the door and without even waiting for a reply, the person entered. The youngest Choi froze in place upon seeing his brother and the hungry stares that Yeosang was sending.

"Oh, uh, I guess I’ll just go?" He said uncertainly. "And I hope Yeosang isn't naked under that blanket."

Heat spread over Yeosang's face and if Jongho hadn't moved to kick his brother out of the room, Yeosang would have done it himself.

"I'm sorry about my brother. He acts as if he was raised by squirrels."

Yeosang laughed at that and sat up with the blanket falling over his petite waist. It was tiny and Jongho figured he could snap it in half if he grabbed it too roughly.

The two walked out of the room, their hair all over the place and their eyes bleary from just waking up. Well, Yeosang forced himself to still look sleepy when in reality his insides were fired up.

"Ah, it's nice to see you both," Mr Kang greeted once they entered the kitchen. He put down the newspaper he was reading and glanced at them from over his reading glasses. "Gunho went home after saying he saw something that shouldn't be for minors so I hope you both slept well and are feeling well-rested."

"Yes Sir. It was the best sleep I've ever had and please ignore whatever my brother said."

Mr Kang lightly chuckled and leaned back in his seat, motioning for the two to sit down on the seats in front of him. The two sat and stared at him in question.

"You boys hungry?"

Yeosang nodded for the both of them and eagerly looked around for the food. Spotting the pots, he stood up and prepared two plates. During the process, Yeosang couldn't help but feel domestic at the way he was preparing the food. Would that be how it felt like to live together and serve him? He was getting carried away. He didn't even know if the younger liked him yet there he was wondering what it would be like to live together.

Setting the plate of mashed potatoes and baked chicken in front of his neighbour, Yeosang wondered why his Father had sat both of them in front of him and stopped reading his paper. He was certain his father was going to question them and just sat waiting to be asked questions he hoped weren't too bad.

"So," Mr Kang suddenly said, making Yeosang hold in a sigh. "You guys made any progress?"

"Yup, he can now look me in the eye for a few seconds but he gets weak," Jongho replied, dissecting his piece of chicken with much care.

Yeosang on the other hand was surprised to see the level of patience to eat the food and just stuffed the chicken in his mouth. There was no way he was going to waste precious time when he could just eat it.

"Oh? That's interesting. I'm glad you have made progress. How are you feeling about that, Yeosang?"

"Fine."

"Just fine? You don't feel any other emotion in you? Pride? Relief? Content? Satisfaction?" Mr Kang asked, trying to get all the interesting information.

"Well, if you put it like that, I feel all of those but overall I'm fine."

Mrs Kang entered the room and sat beside her husband, simply watching them as they ate. Yeosang felt as if he was a whole ass adult visiting his parents for dinner with his husband and he smiled a little bit in amusement, attempting to cover his face with chicken.

Mr Kang noticed and his mind immediately jumped to conclusions, thinking his son finally landed himself a partner.

"So is Jongho my son-in-law now?"

Yeosang violently coughed and gasped for air, being patted on the back by Jongho who was more concerned about the older male than what Mr Kang had said. 

"Here, drink some water," Jongho instructed, handing over his cup to the older male who gratefully took it and drank while his back was being rubbed in a soothing manner.

"Father!" Yeosang screeched once he had calmed down enough. "What makes you say that? He's only helping me recover!"

"Unfortunate that that's the only reason but I understand. Jongho is a fine young man and I wouldn't have minded."

Yeosang wished his father would suddenly become mute for five minutes. How did he have the audacity to spew such things so bravely? 

Luckily, Mr Kang didn't comment anymore and the two managed to eat in silence before Yeosang walked Jongho to the front porch and waved him off. He waited until he saw the male enter the house next door before running up the stairs to his room and hopping onto his bed with a smile.

Burying his face into the area where Jongho had slept, he inhaled hard and was satisfied once he smelled the light scent of something unfamiliar and he knew that it wasn't him who left that scent. 

He felt like a creature about to give birth. In the sense that he felt as if he needed to find the right smell and the right texture of fabric to produce the young. He didn't care if he acted like that, all he knew was that he appreciated the scent.

And so Kang Yeosang fell asleep late that night with a smile on his face and thoughts of Choi Jongho clouding his mind.

._._.

On a rather peaceful evening during mid-month, two weeks before they would have to head back to school, Yeosang found himself with his head on Jongho’s legs as they lay in the Choi backyard staring at the sky.

The two were now always together, from when Jongho would arrive at the Kang house to wake up the older, until nearly dinner time when he would have to return back home unless the two ended up falling asleep then they would stay together until after dinner. The two Mothers had come to accept that their children were growing up and would eventually take their own paths and so they allowed them to be together most of the time unless they wanted their child to run an errand.

"So how do you feel now?" Jongho asked, wishing his arms were longer so he could rub the older’s head from where he lay. "Do you still feel dizzy?"

"Somewhat. I'm getting better though. At least I can stare you in the eye for a solid minute."

"So does that mean you're basically healed? Is that the final stage? Just dizziness?"

"Well yes but no."

Jongho was puzzled. What did that even mean?

"Huh? That's not very enlightening."

"Well for us, it's the last stage. I can look you in the eye and not pass out but that's it. Now if we were in another situation, I don’t know if you remembered what I said to your Mother the day when we had dinner together but we would have to fuck in order for me to fully recover. Its something like 'consummating the bond' I guess you could say."

Jongho was speechless. That made it sound as if they would be tied together forever and at the moment, it didn't seem too bad if Yeosang would be the one he would spend his life with.

"So it's basically a silent deal that we'd have to get married and live together forever?" Jongho asked, hoping he understood correctly.

"Yup."

"Wow. That's kind of interesting. It's like the universe would force us together. Imagine if we were homophobic?"

"Then this wouldn't work but imagine still being homophobic in this time and age? Embarrassing."

“I agree.”

Jongho decided he had had enough and so he sat up and began threading his fingers through the older’s soft brown hair. 

"I think I wanna dye my hair," Yeosang suddenly stated, tilting his head a bit to glance at Jongho's face before staring at the sky again. 

He had been thinking of the idea for a while and mentioned it to his parents who said it was perfectly fine if he did so. With the approval and the longing to do so, he was ready to do it more than ever.

"I think it'd look nice. What colour?"

"White."

Jongho stared at the male, picturing how he would look with white hair and nodded his head in satisfaction. It would look beautiful.

"Well what are you waiting for? Why don't you go now?"

Yeosang instantly got excited and he sat up, missing the hands that were on him but he ignored it for the time being. He could make the younger rub his head later.

"You’ll go with me?" Yeosang asked, hoping he would have someone to accompany him during the process of crisping his hair.

"Sure."

And so, less than ten minutes later, the two found themselves in Yeosang's vehicle on their way to a salon. Yeosang had been gifted a brand new vehicle two years prior on his birthday and he mainly used it to get to the university dorms since he didn't really go anywhere when he was home but now was the perfect time to waste gas.