𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝| 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

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They waited at the exit gate for a certain blonde boy to come out.

It seemed like ages until jeongin saw that frizzy poof of hair come into view. Chan was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that looked quite big on him and a big red T-shirt that the jail had given him since his clothes he came in with had blood on them.

"Channie!" Jeongin screamed as he opened the door of the car, falling but catching himself with his hand. The scream had frightened everyone in the car and jisung and Minho watched as jeongin almost biffed it, but climbed back up and tried sprinting past the gate where officers stepped in front of him to stop him.

"Sir wait until he-"

"Channie, hurry!" Jeongin yelled, too busy smiling and being excited to even care what the officer was saying. He jumped up and down, catching glimpses of the blonde poof of hair.

Chan smiled and started running towards the gate. The officers behind him just kept walking. What were they going to do? He was a free man now. Chan shoved past the guards and grabbed jeongin, pulling him into a hug. Holding him so tightly while jeongin held him in return. They both were just laughing softly and holding each other tightly.

Jeongin pulled back with a laugh, looking at chans face. He took in everything, the way that his face looked younger without the piercings but realizing how much he missed it. He took in the slightly grown out blonde hair on top of his head and how fluffy it was without being tamed.

It was like they hadn't seen each other in hears, reuniting after being strangers for so long.

They did something they did every single time they were just taking in each other's presence. They just looked at each other.

"Hi," The older said softly

"Hi," Jeongin said in return

"I love you," Was the next thing out of chans mouth, having longed to say it to his face for the longest time ever.

Those three words.

They were everything.

They were clarification. They were something jeongin felt he understood so well what the definition was. He knew. The definition of love was a blonde boy. One who had walked into his life with ill intentions, who had come to hurt him in every way possible and make a bit of money off of him. One who broke him and showed him what life was. One who let him have the first mouthwatering taste of sweetness, passion, heartbreak and love. The boy who had taken everything but gave him everything in return. The boy who literally held his heart in his hand and held it like it was the most delicate thing. Granted, the gentle hold had gotten to be too tight from time to time but it eventually loosened, granting him that heart racing feeling once again.

That was his definition of love. Chan was his definition of love. There was no need to justify it, explain it or make it seem any different. That was his love, that was what he wanted and needed.

"I love you too.."

That was all it took for them to be kissing. No words needed to be said as they pressed their lips together, moving them almost instantaneously. Jeongin brought his hands up to rest against chans neck, moving to his hair and feeling the soft locks thread through his fingers.

It was feverish, needy and said everything that they wanted to say. The words being passed back and forth through a relatively silent action but both still understanding what the other was saying.

I want to love you

I need you to love me

I need you to understand how much you mean to me.