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[ C - verkwan ] you're my 20s

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seungkwan hansol besties
friends for so long n then one day seungkwan's like,, what the fuck are we

yes i'm leaving my description/summary bc that's what i used as my prompt 😀 anyway i was reading a lot of suggested "boys in love" content on ao3 and ON GOD!!!! it's the cutest shit ever so i guess the juices of that adventure are squeezed into some places here :) except it's just one (1) boy in love

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seungkwan looks at hansol. his chwe hansol. his best friend of almost 10 years. they're sitting on opposite corners of the sofa. seungkwan doesn't remember why.

but he look at hansol, really takes a good look at him, and admires him with a soft smile on his face. this is his best friend with the soft carved nose, the impeccable jaw line, beautifully tinted pink lips, kind honeyed eyes and a soft mop of brown hair.

seungkwan thinks back to how they started.

they were only 15, meeting in a green practice room for the first time. he's sure they looked horrible in their awkwardly styled shirts and jeans, the neon pinks, oranges and yellows seared into his mind.

days on weeks on months of training and being stuck with hansol- his only same aged friend, by the way- caused them to be inseparable. and so they stuck next to each other through ups and all the terrible downs as they strived for debut.

seungkwan remembers the cameras that ran nearly 24-hours a day to capture the progress of near 20 boys in preparation for debut. he thinks they were security cameras disguised as recording cameras 'for a tv series'. yeah, right.

seungkwan remembers how he and hansol would sneak 'forbidden food' to each other, despite cameras being on. he remembers covering it up with a "we're kissing" and being shoved to the side in embarrassment by young hansol. he still laughs at that memory.

he remembers the 'free time' they were given, when they'd get to rest from practicing. those were times he and hansol would just chat and play around with each other. if they were tired, they'd sit in a corner and watch their (mostly) hyungs and (few) dongsaengs mess around for the cameras.

they were true entertainers.

seungkwan would zone out sometimes and he'd come back finding his hand in hansol's. or he'd notice how their heads were resting on each other's. neither moved and hansol never acted out against it.

so it was green light for any and all skinship. seungkwan vividly remembers sitting in hansol's lap multiple times even when chairs (or the floor) was available. he remembers hansol's zone out times when he'd start stroking the back of seungkwan's hand. he remembers when they linked arms all too often, when they bumped heads constantly, when they'd seek each other out first and always.

seungkwan remembers how close he and hansol are, and how they always have been.

he remembers their late nights after debut. when they'd drop in each other's rooms and just talk. "i miss you," seungkwan would say. hansol would smile at him, maybe ruffle his hair and say, "i miss you more."

seungkwan developed the habit of finding comfort in hansol's earlobes. they were soft and piercing-free and seungkwan claimed it his real estate. at times when he got behind hansol (which was a lot of the time), he'd latch on halfway through the interview or recording and play with them off and on.

no one said a word about it.

when they moved to a bigger, more spaced out dorm layout, seungkwan remembers being absolutely devastated that he and hansol would be separated. hansol always welcomed him in with open arms, no matter the time on the clock. but seungkwan whispered to him one night, "it's just not the same as breathing the same air as you every hour."