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As Anton goes to enter the code to his dorm room, he notices light coming in from the edges of the frame. He distinctly remembers turning off all the lights. Pushing past the threshold of the door, Anton sees a blanketed lump on the ground.
Oh, it’s Sungchan.
He is devastatingly beautiful where he lays sprawled on the floor. There are tear tracks imprinted on his cheeks, glistening under the awful fluorescent lights in Anton’s dorm room. A large bottle of spilled ibuprofen is nestled into the rug, just beside his right foot.
“Anton?” Sungchan asks, not looking in his direction.
Anton is dumbfounded, to say the least, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind when he gave Sungchan the code to his dorm room. Usually, when Sungchan gets like this, he refuses to leave his home. Never has he come to Anton, only called for him.
Anton tries to keep his voice gentle, “Hey, when did you get here?”
Sungchan slowly turns his head towards the source of the sound, a look that Anton can’t distinguish flashes across his face. “I was thinking about when I was little and I used to go to Walmart with my mom.”
Anton can hear the quiver in his voice. He has no clue what he’s needed for, no indication as to what events have transpired over the course of the day. He slowly crosses the room to plop next to him on the floor, gingerly resting a hand on Sungchan’s scalp. He runs his fingers through his silky brown locks. Sungchan’s hair feels much softer than Anton’s own, he needs to ask for the brand of conditioner he uses.
“Did you take any of them?” Anton asks as he gestures to the pile on the floor.
Sungchan’s eyes follow the movement but he refrains from speaking. Anton lightly scratches Sungchan’s scalp, coaxing a breathy sigh out of him.
“Do you ever wonder what happened to the fishes at Walmart?” Sungchan asks.
“Not really, would you like me to call Shotaro for you?”
Sungchan looks at the heap of medication. “No. I’m sorry, I was just too tired to pick it up.”
“Do you need me to get you a glass of water to take some?” Anton asks.
“No. I wanted to go see the fish again, but Walmart no longer sells fish.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t cut off their fish supply.”
“I guess sorry is the wrong word, I’m just sympathetic towards your feelings.”
“No more talking,” Sungchan pulls the blanket over his head, but it’s too short and his socked feet peek out from underneath the edge.
Shaking his head fondly, Anton goes about individually picking up all the spilled pills and depositing them back into the bottle, screwing the lid tightly back into place. He sighs deeply, moving to put away the pill bottle. When he comes back, he doesn’t sit by Sungchan for fear of overwhelming him. Sitting on his bed, Anton pulls out his phone to text Shotaro.
“I came here because I wanted to see you,” Sungchan says, words slightly muffled, “Do you not want me here?”
Anton looks up to see red-rimmed eyes emerge from the edge of the blanket. It’s so subtle that he can barely see it, but Sungchan is shaking.
“Of course I want you here,” Anton reassures him, setting down the device and crossing the room. He sits down and moves to pull Sungchan’s head into his lap. “I was just a bit shocked to see you taking up most of my floor space.”
“I’m sorry.” Sungchan sniffs, turning on his stomach to lay face down on Anton’s legs.
“No, don’t apologize. You’re always welcome here. Did you want me to get you some food? Or did you want to go somewhere else? The floor can’t be too comfortable.”
Anton doesn't push after that because Sungchan always needs some time when you ask him to make a decision. In the meantime, he picks up three strands of Sungchan’s hair and starts making a miniature braid. He doesn't have a hair tie, so he just combs his fingers through it to start over once he’s done.
Sungchan props his chin up on Anton’s calf, “Will you take me home? I think Shotaro is waiting for us there.”
“I was actually just about to text him. Where are your car keys?”
It isn’t until Anton is adjusting the seat and the mirrors in Sungchan’s Camry that he begins to worry. He gets so anxious around Shotaro. He has this feeling that Shotaro can tell Anton will always hold a torch for Sungchan, even if it burns his own hands. Or maybe he knows about Anton’s god-awful crush on him.
He can at least get over Shotaro eventually, but Anton’s doomed to leave this life loving Sungchan. Gathering his parts to piece him back together, over and over again. Anton has been doing it since his freshman year when he showed up for office hours, only to find his professor’s poor TA crying on the floor. He still doesn’t know why Sungchan, now well into his graduate program, kept a kid around all these years. He's here right now though, and that is what matters.
Sungchan yawns, shuffling around in the passenger seat until his head leans against the arm Anton has rested on the center console. The drive is quiet, like the calm before a storm. Sungchan traces shapes along the inside of Anton’s palm as he drives, having claimed his right hand as his own. It’s distracting and Anton almost misses a few turns, but he doesn't ask him to stop.
They ride in a comfortable silence as Sungchan dozes. Anton almost feels bad for pulling him out of the dorm as his head nods off to the side, before tilting back upright. Fortunately, Sungchan’s childhood home is close enough to campus for them to do this drive multiple times a day.
As they pull into the driveway, a jolt of energy seems to vibrate through Sungchan at the sight of Shotaro’s Outback. Once Anton puts the car in park Sungchan begins to pull at his hand, urging him to move faster.
“Just give me a second.” Anton chuckles as Sungchan hurriedly gets out.
Sungchan pulls a carabiner from his belt loop, fiddling with it to find his house key. His shaking hands keep him fumbling for longer than he should. Sungchan looks like he might start crying when Anton pulls the keys out of his grasp. After finding the correct key he hands it back to Sungchan, hoping that he can calm down quickly. Anton just wants Sungchan to be happy.
Anton wipes his feet on the doormat, trying not to track dirt into the house, “Are your parents still home? I don’t remember when you said they were leaving for Christmas.”
“No, they’re already gone.”
Anton will never understand why Sungchan’s parents leave him alone every year for the holidays, they know he gets bad like this when they’re away. If Anton could, he would take Sungchan home with him for every break they have, but his relationship with his own parents isn’t much better.
Pushing past the threshold, they cross the hall and Shotaro can be seen standing in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He brings his hand up in a half-hearted wave. Anton freezes up at the sight of him, too anxious to move.
“Taro,” Sungchan says meekly.
Shotaro sets down his bowl as Sungchan walks into him, attempting to fuse their bodies together. Soft sniffles can be heard echoing in the empty house, the three of them standing alone in the kitchen. Shotaro quirks an eyebrow in Anton’s direction at the presence of a distressed Sungchan. Anton isn't surprised at the acknowledgement, but he's so shaken up that he can’t do anything but shrug at him. There wasn’t much to say anyway, his guess is as good as Shotaro’s.
Shotaro brings up a hand to stroke against his side, “My Sungchan, why are you crying?”
Sungchan creates a plethora of incoherent sounds, ending with a muffled scream. He buries his forehead into Shotaro’s chest, back hunched into a deep curve to accommodate the angle.
Sungchan heaves a shuddering breath, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, “I’m so tired.”
He sinks to the floor in a deep squat, muffling his cries into the crevice of his elbow. “I can’t do this, I really can't do this. How am I supposed to finish my masters when I can barely get up and take a fucking shower. I haven't even been able to brush my teeth in two days.”
Shotaro sits down next to him, pulling Sungchan into his side. He cradles him like one would handle a small child. “Let’s go brush your teeth right now, do you want me to do it for you?
Sungchan shakes his head, refusing to look at either of them.
Shotaro rubs slow circles into Sungchan's kneecap, “Would you let Anton do it for you?”
Anton startles at that, feeling awkward and wholly unprepared for whatever Shotaro has in mind.
Sungchan lifts his head, wiping underneath his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, “Maybe?”
Shotaro gestures for Anton to come closer with the wave of a wrist, “Can you carry him? We both know I’m not strong enough.”
Anton steps towards the two as Shotaro works on getting Sungchan to his feet. Sungchan's joints crack loudly as he stands up. Shotaro plants both hands on Anton’s shoulders, spinning him in a half circle. Anton bends his knees as a weight is pressed into his back. He’s met with the familiar mass of a Sungchan shaped backpack.
Anton hikes him up and Sungchan curls his face into the nape of his neck. Goosebumps trail along Anton’s skin as Sungchan's leftover tears gather at the collar of his crewneck. No matter how practiced he is with hauling Sungchan around, the proximity still makes him flush. He thanks all the time he's spent in the gym for his ability to carry him up the carpeted steps without dropping him.
Once they enter Sungchan’s room Anton mischievously slams Sungchan onto his bed. He lets out a screech as he flips over Anton’s shoulder, clutching his stomach as he laughs for the first time all night.
Shotaro jumps onto the bed after him, roughhousing until he inevitably gives up under Sungchan's form. “Okay, okay you win. Let me go.”
Sungchan climbs off of him, fixing his shirt and running a hand through his hair. Shotaro gets off the bed with an exaggerated groan, pulling at Anton’s red ear as he inches past him, "I'll be right back," He chuckles when the blush spreads to Anton’s cheeks.
When Shotaro comes back, he's holding a cup with Sungchan’s toothbrush and three kinds of toothpaste. “Do you want sparkle, mint, or strawberry?”
“Sparkle, did you wet the toothbrush for me?”
“Yes, I did,” Shotaro winks each eye in succession, “Are you going to let Anton brush your teeth or do you want to do it yourself?”
Sungchan looks at Anton, “I want you to do it”
Anton accepts the toothbrush and travel-sized toothpaste, turning to face Sungchan who is inching across the bed. His feet dangle over the edge as he sits up. Anton twists off the cap and squeezes a pea-sized amount onto the toothbrush
Sungchan reaches for the toothpaste, “That's not enough.”
Anton moves his hands above his head out of reach, “Yes it is, open your mouth.’
Sungchan makes an ahh sound and promptly starts laughing at his own action. Anton gently grasps Sungchan’s chin, waiting for him to catch his breath.
A small grin crosses Sungchan's face, “Okay go ahead.”
Using his thumb to pry open his mouth, Anton tilts the toothbrush into his back teeth. He makes sawing motions along his molars, starting with the bottom row before transitioning to the top. Using his grip, he tilts Sungchan's head in different directions to get at every angle on each individual tooth. Meticulously going in a circle on the sections of teeth he’s selected, molars, premolars, canines, incisors. He makes sure to brush the selected group thoroughly before moving on.
Anton grabs the cup from Shotaro’s hand, waiting as he pulls out the other tubes of toothpaste. He places it underneath Sungchan’s chin so he can spit out the foam. He uses his finger to wipe a stray speck of toothpaste off of Sungchan’s upper lip.
Shotaro fiddles with the flip cap on the strawberry toothpaste, “Why did you brush his teeth so weirdly? That was the longest two minutes of my life.”
Anton shrugs, “Probably because it was closer to three or four minutes? That’s how I do mine, it's the most effective.”
Shotaro look incredulously at Sungchan, “Is this why you asked him?’’ he shoots a lighthearted glare in Anton’s direction.
“I knew they would be the cleanest if I let Anton do it.”
Anton takes the cup from Sungchan and holds his hand out wordlessly to Shotaro for the other tubes of toothpaste. He walks to the bathroom to run the toothbrush under the sink and rinse out the cup.
Leaving both on the counter, he returns to see Sungchan holding onto Shotaro like an octopus. His long limbs working to hold Shotaro in place like prey as they’re sprawled across the mattress. Anton sits on the bed beside them, sighing gently. Sungchan relinquishes his hold on Shotaro to scoot over and kneel next to Anton. He clumsily grabs hold of both sides of Anton’s head, thumbnails scratching gently underneath the corners of his eyes.
“Take a shower with me.” Sungchan demands.
“I- What?” Anton is completely caught off guard.
“You should take a shower with me, I want to get rained on.” He adjusts his hands, moving to tug at the lobes of Anton’s ears.
Anton looks bewilderedly at Shotaro, Sungchan can’t be serious. Shotaro looks back, unfazed. He pulls out his phone and shrugs as if this is a normal occurrence.
“Maybe you should have Taro shower with you instead, I’m sure he wants to get rained on too.”
“I really don't,” Shotaro says.
Anton can’t do anything but look helplessly between the two, “You should really shower with your boyfriend, I don’t think it would be appropriate for us to shower together.”
“I’m fine with it,” Shotaro says distractedly, probably playing Homescapes on his phone, “And everything that showering together entails. It’s just you.”
“All is well, now come shower with me.”
“Wouldn’t it be weird?” Anton asks, looking for any way out.
“Why would it be weird? It’s just us.” Sungchan says, rolling his eyes. “Taro do you think it’s weird?”
“Not at all,” Shotaro says, still looking at his phone.
For such a serious topic, the two of them seem rather unbothered. Anton is baffled, he feels like Shotaro should at least care enough about another man showering with his boyfriend to make eye contact.
“See? Now come on.” Sungchan excitedly grabs Anton’s forearm and drags him into the bathroom.
Anton never imagined he would be watching Sungchan remove his clothes to take a shower with him. He feels like his lungs are being compressed, breath stuttering under the press of an imaginary weight. He’d only briefly glanced at Sungchan while he was changing before, but Anton’s never had the chance to really look at him. Sungchan is lithe and toned, like a porcelain doll. Anton isn't ashamed of his own body, but standing next to Sungchan makes him want to keep his clothes on.
“Come on, let's get you undressed.” Sungchan reaches for the hem of Anton’s crewneck, pulling gently. The fabric is pulled over his head and an intense look crosses Sungchan’s face as the garment lays limply in his hold. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take off your shirt, you're so beautiful.”
“Why would I take off my shirt?”
“You always change in the bathroom, I wish I could enjoy looking at you more often ”
Anton makes a choked noise, looking for anything else to distract them. But then Sungchan is gripping the edge of his waistband and there's nowhere to run, Anton is trapped.
“You flush so prettily, it goes all the way down to your chest.” Sungchan brings a hand up to feel along Anton’s pecs, the other still running along the length of his waistband, “You’re lovely”
Sungchan is holding him firmly and he feels pinned under his gaze. “Please stop,” Anton says shyly, he can’t help the feeling of embarrassment that consumes him.
Sungchan lets go at that, remorse covering his face. “Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s just embarrassing.”
“Why are you so shy? It’s just us. You know I would never judge you.”
“Have you looked at yourself? How can I not be shy when I’m standing next to you.”
“Oh Anton.”
With nothing left to say, Anton thinks he may as well rip off the bandage. He steps out of his sweatpants and underwear in one go. Sungchan at least doesn’t stare at him, but Anton can't return the favor. Sungchan has turned around to open the glass door and Anton wants to run his teeth down his back. Sungchan looks over his shoulder, gesturing at Anton to follow him in.
The tile is cold on Anton's feet, a shiver runs up his spine. Sungchan takes the shower head off of its hook and aims it at the floor. He turns on the faucet and cold water shoots at Anton's feet.
Anton shrieks as Sungchan snickers, directing the water to his own leg until it heats up. He places the shower head in its original position and turns to pull Anton underneath the spray with him. Lukewarm water hits Anton’s face, he struggles to open his eyes.
“It’s still too cold.”
“We aren’t showering, it’s raining. The rain isn’t warm.”
“Sometimes it is, what about when it rains in the summer? What if I wanted summer rain?”
“It’s the middle of December, this is the best we’ve got.”
Anton pouts at that, but he still lets Sungchan grab both of his hands. He hums and rotates Anton in a full circle, who shuffles awkwardly to keep from slipping.
Sungchan tenderly rubs Anton’s hand with his thumb, “Will you dance with me?”
“There’s no room.”
“We’ll have to make room then.”
Sungchan pulls him into his chest, wrapping his arms around Anton’s waist. He begins slowly waltzing in the confined cubicle. Anton, feeling like a limp ragdoll being dragged against the floor, does his best to keep up without slipping. Sungchan drags his fingers along Anton’s skin as he sings a song for them, incoherent sounds mumbled together, not saying any real words. Anton joins in with his own humming, knowing it will make Sungchan happy to hear the combination of their voices.
They slow to a stop, gently swaying under the stream of water. Sungchan rests his forehead against Anton’s. He tries to close his eyes, too scared that Sungchan will see something he isn’t supposed to, but Sungchan pinches him every time they slip shut.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?” Sungchan asks, tapping his fingers against Anton’s flushed
hip bone, red from his ministrations.
The flowing water now feels like a bucket of ice. Anton loves Sungchan, too much to let him throw away his relationship, “What about Shotaro?”
“He doesn’t care, I promise, we already talked about it.”
At Anton’s disbelieving look, he pleads, “I’m serious, we just forgot to talk about it with you together.”
“Are you sure? You need to be certain.”
“I am, I wouldn’t just ask for that lightly. Especially not from you.”
Anton could never deny Sungchan anything, but he doesn’t think his poor heart can take it this time. It already beats in the palm of Sungchan’s hand, Anton can’t help but resent him for squeezing it. He gives, and gives, and gives until there is nothing left of him. He's helpless to do anything but comply, “Alright then, kiss me.”
Sungchan breaks the contact of their foreheads, tilting his mouth down to brush softly against Anton’s. He pushes his tongue against Anton’s lip, who obligingly opens up at the gentle request. Sungchan tilts his head to massage his tongue against his own and Anton is met with the sweet artificial taste of toothpaste. Sungchan gently nips at Anton’s lower lip before he’s pulling back to leave a soft peck on the side of his mouth.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
“You’re already touching me.”
“Is it okay if I touch you sexually?”
This is going to destroy him, “Whatever you want,” it’s always whatever Sungchan wants.
Sungchan breathes heavily before pushing Anton up against the wall. He reaches a hand down to knead reverently at his ass while he languidly licks a stripe up Anton’s neck, biting down and sucking at the divot near his clavicle. Anton lets out a breathy sound, pushing up into the sensation.
He can feel Sungchan smiling against his neck, gliding his hands over the breadth of Anton’s shoulders before he moves down to take one of his nipples in his mouth, deft fingers pinching at the other. Anton keens loudly when Sungchan brushes his teeth gently against the swollen nub.
Sungchan pulls off at that, bringing his other hand up to replace his mouth, petting at Anton’s chest, “You’re so sensitive.”
Anton nods his head dumbly, rutting his hips forward against Sungchan’s, seeking friction. Sungchan angles his hips away from Anton’s, instead wedging a thigh in between his legs. He grabs hold of Anton’s hips with a bruising grip and pulls him down onto his leg in a heady grind.
Anton looks up at Sungchan, towering above him as he rides his thigh. “More.”
Sungchan fixes his hand at the tip of Anton’s cock, teasing his frenulum. “Are you going to cum for me? Bet you’d be so pretty.”
Anton can’t take it anymore, his knees give out as he spills into Sungchan’s fist, a broken sound leaving his lips. Relying on the grip Sungchan has around his waist, he goes limp in his hold. Sungchan milks him for all that he has until Anton is batting away at his hand with tears in his eyes.
He squirms, trying to escape the sensation, “Too much,” but Sungchan has a firm grip on his hips, thigh still working between his legs.
When Sungchan relinquishes him from his hold, Anton sinks to his knees. He places a hand around Sungchan’s leg to balance himself, using the other to jerk his cock in quick strokes.
Sungchan grips his fingers roughly into Anton’s hair, anchoring him in place, “You’re mine.”
“I know, I know. I’ve always been yours.” Tears well up in Antons eyes, even if Sungchan only means it in the moment, he’ll hold onto those words tightly until he is too old to remember them, “Cum on my face.”
“Fuck, Anton.”
Anton tightens his hold, working Sungchan’s whole length, “Please? I want it.” He shuts his eyes, he really hopes Sungchan meant it.
Anton can feel Sungchan’s body stiffen as he paints white stripes over Anton's face, letting out a choked moan. Anton regrets asking for a facial, if only because he couldn't see how beautiful Sungchan looked when he came.
With cum dripping through his eyelashes, Anton licks his lips, the bitter taste spreading on his tongue. He directs his face underneath the stream of water as Sungchan runs a finger along his eye, using the pad of it to clean the fine hairs.
When Anton blinks his eyes open, his breath catches in his throat. The way Sungchan is looking at him makes Anton wonder if this is what Shotaro feels like all the time. Nobody has ever looked at Anton like this before. He feels like he’s bursting at the seams, about to spill into a large puddle on the tiled floor of Sungchan’s shower. Anton holds his emotions close to his chest, but the look on Sungchan’s face makes him want to lay them out like a deck of cards into his awaiting palms.
Sungchan scoops Anton up to a stand before he can even ask for help, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” As fine as he can be after the realization that maybe Sungchan wants him too, “I just can’t really feel my legs anymore.”
Sungchan holds Anton close to his chest, petting along his flank, “Let’s turn off the water, it’s getting cold.”
Sungchan is adamant about doing his skincare after they get out. He forces a finger's length of moisturizer onto Anton’s hand, demanding that he work it into his face and neck. He thinks this is the only way Sungchan knows how to check up on him. He also offers to let Anton borrow one of his rollers to participate in his nightly facial massage.
“I’m okay, I need to talk to Taro.”
Sungchan looks disappointed, “Okay, you’ll let me know if something is wrong right?”
“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“That’s my job.”
Anton reaches up to pat Sungchan on his head, “I really am fine,” At least he will be if this conversation with Shotaro goes smoothly.
Back in Sungchan’s room, he can't help but feel guilty looking at Shotaro. Sungchan said it was fine, but he still shouldn't have done anything without explicit permission. Unsure of how to broach the topic, Anton just stands there awkwardly, wet hair dripping onto the floor.
Shotaro is in Sungchan’s bed, already tucked in and ready for sleep. He yawns, “Why are you loitering? You know that you're welcome to treat this space as your home.”
Anton feels his heart stutter in his chest, “I need to tell you something,”
“You can always tell me anything.” And oh, when did Shotaro start looking at him like that too?
A beat passes before Anton has the courage to speak. “Sungchan and I just got off in the shower.”
“That’s nice, I figured something would happen while you two were in there.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Oh Anton, how could I ever be upset with you?”
Shotaro gestures for Anton to come closer with a wave of his wrist. He rolls over, peeling back the comforter. Anton kneels beside the bed at that, matching his height.
Shotaro leans forward to press a chaste kiss to the center of Anton’s mouth, “Everything will be fine.”
He flips back over, settling into a sleeping position as if he hasn’t just changed everything for Anton.
Shotaro is asleep when Sungchan finally comes out of the bathroom. Anton is still sitting on the floor like an idiot, just watching Shotaro sleep. Sungchan clicks his tongue and grabs Anton’s hand, dragging him over to the velvet armchair in the corner of the room. Sungchan positions Anton in front of the chair and presses on his shoulders, forcing him to sit. He then proceeds to curl up like a larger than life cat over Anton’s form, face tucked into his neck.
They sit in the dark huddled together for an undetermined amount of time. Sungchan doses softly as Anton kneads circles into one of his shoulders. He rouses when Anton moves to trail a finger along his temple. Sungchan’s nose scrunches at the sensation and he burrows himself even further into Anton’s warmth, arms squeezing his torso. Soft hair tickles Anton’s chin as he gently hugs Sungchan tighter to his chest, squeezing back.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“Yeah, it’s fine though,” Sungchan whispers. “Why are you still up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Talk to me.”
Anton heaves a sigh. “I don’t know what’s wrong, I feel weird. I was just thinking.”
Sungchan slowly slithers down Anton’s body, sinking to the floor. He looks an awful lot like a sack of potatoes. Sungchan groans softly as he stands up, “About what?”
“I don’t know how to explain it.” He can barely even think about it, about them.
Sungchan hums, the air filled with a subtle tension as he walks towards the other side of the room. “Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to stop breathing?” Sungchan flicks the light switch, “Because I do, almost every day.”
Anton feels like he’s been shot, “I think I would miss you if you stopped breathing.”
“I’ll keep you in mind the next time I feel like I’m drowning.”
“How do you stop? Thinking about it I mean”
“I call Taro. Maybe I’ll call you now too.”
“You can always call me, you don’t need to be suicidal to have my attention.”
“Thank you for choosing me”
“I would always choose you”
“Why?”
Why? Anton is Sungchan’s, wholeheartedly. If he wanted to crush Anton into little bits and pieces, just to see him crumble, Anton would let him. “Because you’re you.”
Sungchan finally steps away from the lamp, wiping his hands on his thighs. He looks like he’s going to cry, appearance so fragile, he could shatter from the lightest touch.
“You asked me what I was thinking about,” Anton starts. “I was actually thinking about you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“What about me? What’s so special about me that you can’t sleep.”
And just like that, the grin is back on Sungchan's face, delicacy easily masked, unable to be seen unless you know what to look for. Anton sees right through the facade.
“You’re a special person, almost too many things to love about you”
“You love me?”
“Why did you do that in the bathroom?” Anton says, dodging the question.
“Because I wanted to, I needed to know.”
“And? Did you find what you were looking for?”
Sungchan walks back over to the chair he’s sitting in. He straddles Anton, bracketing him in with his thighs. Sungchan presses their chests together, lips brushing against Anton’s left ear, “I don’t think I did, would you mind if I continued searching?”
He drops his full weight onto Anton’s lap, softly grinding down. Anton’s hands shoot out to grasp his hips, digging through the softness of his skin until he feels hard bone. He gives him a desperate look. Sungchan cocks his head to the side, confusion lighting up across his features.
“I feel weird doing this while Shotaro is sleeping about ten feet away from us.” Anton says.
“Why? It’s just Shotaro.”
Just Shotaro, just you, just, just, just, “You both keep saying that, but you never asked me if I was okay with it.”
“Oh, are you? Okay with it, I mean.”
“Well yes,” Anton blushes, “But you still should've asked me. Instead you did all of these confusing things."
“I’m sorry for assuming, I figured we were on the same page.”
“Yeah that would’ve been nice to know before you demanded I get in the shower with you.”
“Well, I thought we were pretty much almost dating anyways.”
“Oh my god, does Shotaro think that too? Is that why he kissed me?”
“He kissed you too?” Sungchan asks, bewildered.
“Yeah, while you were doing your lymphatic drainage bullshit.”
“It is not bullshit!” Sungchan exclaims, smacking Anton’s chest roughly.
Anton gasps dramatically, clutching the spot where he’d been struck, “You wound me.”
Sungchan lets out a soft laugh and drops his nose to Anton’s collarbone. “On a more serious note, I hope you like him too. It would be really awkward if you only wanted me.”
“I want him in a different way, but I still want him.” Anton says, petting gently at Sungchan’s head.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For loving me.”
Anton pulls Sungchan back by the nape of his neck to look him in the eye, “Always.”