01. SUMMARY :: rhy-s likes wearing maks' clothes and maks may have a thing for that.

02. CONTENT WARNING :: kissing

03. NOTE :: none

04. WORD COUNT :: 2557 words

━━ makato's aversion to sharing wasn't just a mere idiosyncrasy; it was a deeply ingrained aspect of his personality, shaped by his tumultuous upbringing. growing up as the youngest of eight siblings in a household where every object was fiercely contested, makato learned early on that survival meant guarding his possessions with an almost fanatical zeal. from the earliest days of his childhood, toys, clothes, and even the smallest morsels of food became battlegrounds in a ceaseless struggle for ownership and control. makato's stern vigilance over his belongings was not merely a habit but a survival strategy in a household where every item seemed to be up for grabs.

the genesis of makato's possessiveness lay in his family's public life. as a member of the "entertainment royalty," makato's life was laid bare from the moment of his birth. every misstep, every personal detail, was fodder for public consumption. this constant scrutiny fostered in him a deep-seated need for privacy and control over his personal space and belongings. the awareness that his life was continually exposed to the gaze of millions instilled in him a fierce determination to preserve what little he could call his own.

as he transitioned into adolescence, makato's possessiveness only solidified into an unshakeable principle. the sanctity of ownership became a non-negotiable matter of principle, a steadfast declaration of independence amidst a world that seemed increasingly crowded and chaotic. for makato, sharing was not an act of benevolence but a violation of his autonomy, a breach of trust that he could neither accept nor tolerate.

this unwavering stance on sharing inevitably impacted his relationships, both platonic and romantic. even his best friend, rhyland, was not exempt from makato's stringent policies. their close bond was tested by makato's relentless adherence to his personal rules. borrowing anything from makato required a series of negotiations and consents that could rival a courtroom drama. rhyland often found himself subjected to a thorough interrogation whenever he wished to borrow anything from makato's collection of treasured possessions.

yet, amid makato's rigid doctrine against sharing, there existed a rare and precious exception reserved exclusively for rhyland. perhaps it was the depth of their friendship or the budding romance that simmered beneath their interactions, but rhyland had a unique ability to navigate the complexities of makato's possessiveness with remarkable skill. he had mastered the delicate art of securing makato's permission without provoking his wrath, a balance achieved through equal parts diplomacy and charm.

even with rhyland's adeptness, however, clashes of wills were inevitable. one such instance unfolded on a lazy afternoon, when the sun's golden rays streamed through the windows of makato's bedroom. the room was bathed in a warm, amber light, casting a serene glow over the space where makato and rhyland were lounging together. rhyland lay nestled against makato's chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a soothing rhythm against the backdrop of their tranquil solitude.

makato, casually scrolling through his phone, came across a photo that jolted him out of his relaxed state. the photo, posted by rhyland, featured the familiar backdrop of their favorite coffee shop. but what caught makato's eye was the figure in the center of the frame-rhyland, clad in a garment that sent a shiver of recognition through him. it was makato's sweater, unmistakably his, with its distinctive pattern and oversized fit that marked it as his own.

makato's initial reaction was one of confusion and disbelief. how had rhyland come to possess his sweater without his knowledge? had he inadvertently relaxed his guard in a moment of vulnerability, or had rhyland devised an elaborate plan to bypass his defenses? the more makato pondered this mystery, the more his initial confusion transformed into a profound sense of adoration. there was something undeniably endearing about seeing rhyland wrapped in his clothes, a tangible symbol of their intimacy that transcended the material boundaries makato had so rigidly enforced.

as makato looked down at rhyland, who was peacefully asleep against his chest, he was struck by a wave of affection. rhyland's tousled hair and the faint crease of his glasses against his cheek evoked a deep tenderness in makato's heart. a tender smile played at the corners of makato's lips as he carefully set aside his phone and pressed a gentle kiss to rhyland's forehead. in that moment of quiet intimacy, surrounded by the warmth of rhyland's presence, makato found solace in the realization that some things were worth sharing after all.

makato's newfound obsession with kissing rhyland became an unexpected delight. initially, he found the sensation of rhyland's lips against his own unsettling and strange, almost repulsive in its novelty. yet, there was an undeniable allure in the intimacy they shared-a spark ignited within him that had never been kindled before. their kisses, charged with passion and tenderness, became a cherished ritual, a means of connecting on a level that transcended words.

on one such evening, they found themselves entwined in rhyland's bed, limbs tangled and hearts beating in synchrony. the intimacy of the moment was underscored by rhyland's fervent kisses, his tongue dancing with a zeal that left makato breathless and yearning for more. when rhyland finally withdrew, makato's lips tingled with anticipation, his desire for the connection they shared as strong as ever. opening his eyes, he was met with rhyland's endearing grin, a sight that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

"hey there," rhyland greeted, his grin widening as he gazed down at makato.

"uh, hi," makato replied sheepishly, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he averted his gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of their closeness.

rhyland's hand gently cupped makato's chin, guiding his gaze back to meet his own. makato's feeble attempt at resistance was half-hearted, his heart not truly invested in the effort. "the others are in the living room," makato muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to maintain his composure under rhyland's unwavering scrutiny.

"let's forget about them for now," rhyland suggested softly, his eyes locked on makato's as he sought to deepen their connection, to savor the moment they were sharing.

makato nodded, allowing himself to be drawn into the depths of rhyland's gaze. the sunlight casting a warm glow on rhyland's features accentuated the subtle contours of his face, making him look even more captivating. it was then that makato noticed rhyland wearing his shirt, a detail he had initially overlooked in the heat of their passion. the sight of rhyland dressed in his clothes stirred within makato a mix of possessiveness and overwhelming affection.

the shirt hung loosely on rhyland's frame, the fabric draping elegantly over his form and hinting at the contours of his chest. makato's gaze was drawn to the cross necklace that was taped to his chest, a remnant from their earlier dance practice.

"my eyes are up here, love," rhyland teased gently, breaking the spell that had enveloped makato as he realized he had been staring unabashedly.

makato flushed with embarrassment, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he met rhyland's gaze. "you-" makato began, his words faltering as he struggled to articulate the flood of emotions within him. rhyland arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he awaited makato's response. "you're so irritating," makato grumbled affectionately, his frustration tempered by the immense fondness he felt for rhyland.

"thank you," rhyland chuckled, leaning in to capture makato's lips in a tender kiss-a silent affirmation of their unbreakable bond and a promise of countless more moments like this. makato responded eagerly, his fingers tangling in the fabric of rhyland's shirt as he melted into the warmth of their embrace. in that intimate space, makato felt content, knowing that there was nowhere else he would rather be than in rhyland's arms.

the living room of their shared dorm was a haven of warmth and camaraderie, the ambiance set by soft, ambient lighting that cast gentle shadows on the walls adorned with posters of their favorite musicians. the air was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the faint scent of incense that added a touch of tranquility to the scene.

seated amidst a sea of throw pillows on the floor, makato found himself captivated by rhyland, who was comfortably perched in an armchair. rhyland's casual demeanor and effortless charm drew makato's attention like a magnet. the fabric of makato's crewneck sweater draped loosely over rhyland's frame, accentuating the elegant lines of his collarbones and hinting at the contours of his chest. as the conversation ebbed and flowed around them, makato could hardly tear his gaze away from rhyland. each laugh, each smile from rhyland seemed to illuminate the room, infusing it with a sense of joy and camaraderie that makato found utterly irresistible.

makato's intense focus on rhyland did not go unnoticed by his teammates. william, ever the sharp-tongued instigator, was the first to vocalize his observations with characteristic bluntness. "seriously, kato hyung, you've been staring at rhyland like he's a god or something," william quipped, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

startled out of his reverie, makato blinked and looked up, only to find william grinning mischievously at him. the sudden silence that followed william's remark was palpable, and makato felt the weight of his teammates' curious gazes bearing down on him. feeling self-conscious under their scrutiny, makato attempted to deflect with a sheepish grin. before he could utter a word, william continued, unabashedly taking a seat on the couch behind makato.

"i mean, i get it. rhyland does look pretty good in your clothes," william added with a wink, his grin widening as he watched makato squirm under the spotlight.

makato's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his mortification reaching new heights as sebastian, the team's unofficial guardian, chimed in with a scolding tone. "come on, rhyland, at least fix your shirt." sebastian then turned to makato. "just because you're eighteen now-"

"shut up, you lost your virginity when you were eighteen," shanon piped up, causing sebastian's face to flush a bright red as he struggled to respond.

amidst the laughter and playful banter, makato felt a deep sense of mortification. he wished fervently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, eager to escape the teasing scrutiny of his friends. as the conversation gradually shifted to other topics, makato stole a hesitant glance at rhyland. to his surprise, rhyland was already looking back at him, his expression unreadable.

caught off guard by the intensity of rhyland's gaze, makato felt a flutter of excitement in his chest. there was a knowing glint in rhyland's eyes, as if he understood the unspoken connection between them. despite the lingering embarrassment, makato couldn't help but return rhyland's smile, finding reassurance and comfort in the moment.

in the quiet sanctuary of makato's room, the gentle hum of the air conditioning provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise peaceful evening. makato sat at his desk, hunched over his schoolwork, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting a warm light on the pages before him.

the tranquility of the room was abruptly shattered by the sudden entrance of rhyland. with a forceful slam, the door swung open, and makato looked up in surprise to see rhyland standing in the doorway, his expression contorted with anguish. before makato could utter a word, rhyland collapsed into his arms, his frail body trembling with sobs. instinctively, makato rose from his seat, enveloping rhyland in a comforting embrace. the sound of rhyland's cries echoed through the room, each sob a painful reminder of the turmoil within him. makato held rhyland close, offering silent support as he had done countless times before.

makato was well-acquainted with rhyland's struggles with his emotions, the burden of keeping them bottled up until they overflowed. seeing rhyland in such distress was heart-wrenching for makato, a stark reminder of the vulnerability that lay beneath his friend's confident facade. despite their close bond, makato could never quite grow accustomed to witnessing his best friend in tears. as rhyland's cries gradually subsided, makato remained steadfast, his hand gently rubbing circles on rhyland's back in a soothing gesture.

"hi," makato murmured softly, breaking the heavy silence.

"hi," rhyland replied hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion as he lifted his head to meet makato's gaze.

"do you want to talk about it?" makato asked, his tone gentle and understanding.

"no," rhyland replied, his eyes flickering downwards to the hoodie he wore, now damp with tears. "i got your hoodie wet."

makato glanced down at the hoodie, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "it's okay," he reassured, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

"are you mad?" rhyland asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

makato frowned, his hands moving to cup rhyland's shoulders. "why would i be mad?" he asked softly. "i don't mind when it's you."

rhyland looked up, his eyes still shimmering with unshed tears behind his crooked glasses. makato reached up, gently adjusting rhyland's glasses before tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

"are you sure?" rhyland asked, his voice wavering with doubt. "i'm sorry for not asking. i just wanted something of yours for when we're not together."

makato felt a swell of emotion in his chest at rhyland's words, a poignant reminder of the depth of their bond. "hyung," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

"we've just been so busy lately, and it was my way of having you with me," rhyland continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "i've gotten really attached to you. i know i should've asked, but... but i don't know anymore. i'm sorry. i don't think i'm making much sense right now."

"hush," makato whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance. "you make perfect sense to me." and then, with a courage born of love and conviction, makato uttered the words he had longed to say for so long.

"i love you."

the words hung in the air, a silent declaration of the bond that bound them together. rhyland stared at makato, disbelief evident on his face.

"you love me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"kinda," makato replied with a teasing grin.

rhyland's expression softened, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he leaned forward, tilting his head up to close the distance between them.

"i love you too," he whispered, his breath warm against makato's lips.

for a moment, they savored the sweetness of their connection, the warmth of each other's embrace offering solace amidst the uncertainty. but then, true to form, a mischievous glint appeared in rhyland's eyes, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips.

"so, do you have a thing for me wearing your clothes?" rhyland teased, his tone playful.

makato felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to find a response.

"or is it my collarbones?" rhyland continued, his smirk widening. "william was right, wasn't he?"

makato's blush deepened, and his heart raced in his chest. "you can't just say things like that," he mumbled shyly.

rhyland chuckled, his laughter filling the room like music. "what, that you find me sexy?" he teased, his smirk still firmly in place.

"i find you really attractive," makato admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. rhyland's smirk softened into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"well, i already know that," he said with a grin. "just wanted to hear you say it."

"you're insufferable," makato grumbled, though there was no real heat behind his words. rhyland laughed, stumbling backwards as he feigned offense.

"nuh-uh, you just said you loved me!" he exclaimed, jumping in excitement, his laughter infectious. makato rolled his eyes, a fond smile playing at his lips.

"hyung," he sighed, unable to suppress his own laughter. and in that moment, as laughter and love mingled in the air, makato knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always find solace in each other's arms.