Only You | cheolhao

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Seungcheol's way home from his date with Minghao feels both euphoric yet woeful at the same time. His absoluteness' buzzing with joy after what appeared as eons - even though it had been just an hour - of spending time and sharing the same space as the younger. Which mainly consisted of him stealing fleeting glances at Minghao every time the Chinese male would have cut a piece of his chocolate cake. Then he had proceeded to opt to stare at the ivory wall behind the younger's fluffy, caramel hair when he would focus his gaze back at Seungcheol, asking more about his internship. He hadn't been able to look Minghao in the eyes, lest he would dumbly blurt out how beautiful Seungcheol thinks Minghao is and how much he adores the younger– so, so much, that it's starting to ache.

On the other–darker–side, the prospect of not having a second chance to ask the younger out on a date, or worse, not having enough reason to talk to the Chinese male ever again, is something Seungcheol couldn't brush aside. Add the depressing reality that he hadn't been able to strike up a decent conversation with the younger earlier, mind too preoccupied with how adorable the younger had looked drowning in his oversized hoodie.

If all these scenarios are yet to be sufficient to torture him more and successfully overshadow his blissful mood. Then Seungcheol, who had nearly voiced out how adorable Minghao would look in Seungcheol's clothes, how he would smell like him, and how people would know that he's his, would surely tot everything up. (Seungcheol thinks he's being delusional.)

Seungcheol puffs out a long, heavy sigh, "Why am I like this?" He kicks a lone rock on the sidewalk, watching as it rolls and made contact with an amaranth petal. He coughs a little too loud, remembering the knee-buckling image of Minghao with the apple of his cheeks heating into a pretty shade of pink as Seungcheol had picked the wrong bag (Minghao's) on the vacant seat beside them as they were about to head out the cafe. Seungcheol turns his face to the side, covering his face, concealing his huge, goofy grin, remembering the softness of Minghao's fingertip as it grazed against his.

"Seriously, Hyung. Are you okay?" Someone says, effectively interrupting him from imagining himself caressing the soft expanse of Minghao's cheek. Bubbles pop, leaving Seungcheol to follow how imagination-Hao disappear bit by bit with his eyes. Seokmin's face full of concern now blocking his line of sight, right hand reaching out to him, seemingly wanting to feel his temperature.

Seungcheol gently swats the hand away, clearing his throat as he hears Hansol snicker beside Seokmin. "I'm fine, Seok. Thanks."

"Hundred percent?" Seokmin persists.

Before Seungcheol could assure the other that he's grand, Seungkwan beats him to it, "How can he not?" Glinting eyes with mischief directing itself to Seungcheol's spot, much to the eldest dread. He tries to glare at Seungkwan, but judging from how the corner of the younger's mouth tugs itself upwards in a cunning smirk. He must've had sent him a pleading look instead. "He and Haohao went out on a date!"

Seokmin's bowled-over look could have made Seungcheol laugh if they were in a different situation. But they are not, and Seungcheol is nothing but utterly embarrassed.

"Woah... You..." Seokmin slowly shakes his head, walking towards his Hyung and rewarding him a big hug. The former pats Seungcheol's atrociously broad shoulder. "Hyung. I'm so proud of you. Finally yo—wait..." He leans backward, eyeing Seungcheol warily. "Hao's not the one who asked you out, right? I mean, that's not a problem... but..."

Seungcheol has the overpowering amount of urge to whine pathetically in front of his younger friends.

'Why do they think I can't ask him out on my own? How did they even knew that I like him?'

"Hyung, you did it, right?"

"Seokmin!" Seungcheol whines.

Though at the farthest part of his mind, he wonders how Minghao would giggle cutely if he's with them right now, and he finds himself not minding these youngsters' teasing. Talk about smittenness.