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the next afternoon i find myself in Sunoo's backyard. (even though i didn't want to spend my sunday this way) i'm here to return Sunghoon's trousers along with his name tag.
considering that i got his trousers dry-cleaned and walked distances only to return it, i believe there are stranger intentions behind this unusual enthusiastic act i'm not ready to admit just yet.
but then, i've always been great at being in denial with myself.
dark, grey clouds have occupied the sky in huge pieces, curtailing the sun sometimes. i squint my eyes, at three boys standing in a small ground pool, splashing water against each other.
Ni-ki stops when he spots me and waves, causing Sunoo and Sunghoon to jerk their heads at me as i return the gesture.
i point at the bag in my arms and they look at eachother for second before Sunoo motions Sunghoon to step forward, and Sunghoon does.
his black hair soaked in water droplets is pushed back and appears silver when the sunlight falls on them. his pale skin, glistening. water dripping down the ends of his black trousers as he unfolds them. it would only be natural to say he looks like a fairy. one without wings.
Sunghoon halts before me with a small grin on his face.
without realising, i end up shoving the bag against his body. see i didn't even want to do that, its just, difficult to handle my body around him.
he seems slightly set aback by my act but relaxes his shoulders quickly, widening his smile.
brushing some invisible dust off the clean grass he sits and pats the ground. accepting the gesture i nestle down beside him.
"he likes the cold." Sunghoon speaks, poking the wind with his finger. i cock my head in his direction and my brows wrinkle in question.
his arms suddenly rise up and cup my face as he says, "you like cold things, is what Sunoo told me," i watch a drop of water slide down his forehead to his torso. "am i cold?" he asks and i can tell his skin is colder than the last time. maybe because he was in the water just now.
it's a feeling i longed but couldn't admit. it feels nice.
i only nod in response and Sunghoon retreats his arms. he chuckles, hiding his mouth.
"everyone tells me i'm cold, maybe because i'm rude. anyway, it's nothing new," he shrugs then looks at me. "you're the first person who's referring to my skin when talking about cold." he laughs. loudly this time, and leans back resting his arms on either sides.
a silence builds up between us after that. my face, where his palms had been now back to it's warm state.
"you're not rude." i break the silence. Sunghoon looks at me like no one has ever said that to him and no one probably has.
i quickly avert my eyes, nervous to meet his gaze.
"you're odd," he says. "but i think we'll get along."
accidentally or not our palms graze over each other's. at first, my body tenses at the sensation but when his cold palm doesn't drift away from mine i let myself relax.
he could catch a cold if he stays here in his partially wet clothes for long but i don't mention it.
i'm too selfish to let him walk away.
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hi hii! i didn't proof read it much so please ignore the mistakes(if any).
