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seventeen

Let's face it, it wasn't the most enjoyable breakfast Jisung has ever had. But at the same time, it was not really uncomfortable. For him, it was impossible to be tense in Hyunjin's company. (Last night was an exception.)

He had spent the hours first staring into Hyunjin's back while he fried eggs, then eating with him. They were sending lingering glances at each other over the rim of their cups the whole time.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

This morning even as Jisung thought of getting up and heading home, Hyunjin had wrapped his arms tighter around him. "You stay right where you are..."

And then, when Jisung had also snuggled closer to him, he heard him murmur, "You're so warm." before he had fallen asleep again.

—

After the other had sent him to shower, borrowed clothes from him, and blow-dried his hair (all without heeding even one of Jisung's complaints) he looked at him.  "We'll eat something and then we'll talk, whether you like it or not."

This was the reason why Jisung was uneasy.

He quietly put the silverware in the dishwasher and cleaned everything up.

Hyunjin was in his room to strip the bed. Admittedly, it smelled extremely in his room... like the two of them.

Jisung knelt down next to the machine. His lips were on his. He had kissed him. He had kissed him all over. This wasn't one of his daydreams. Well, it kind of was, but it had happened. And he hadn't made it up. He grinned, the plate in his hand long forgotten.

"We're going to the laundromat." Hyunjin was standing in the kitchen. The blond only saw his feet. Pink socks, dripping wet. "My washing machine just broke down."

—

Jisung never thought in his life that he would walk around downtown with a huge bag. Especially not with a bag that contained a bedspread... on which he would find his children... if you know what I mean.

"Do you have to?" He whispered to Hyunjin, who was walking beside him with a grin.

"It's called punishment." He stuffed his hands deeper into his pants pockets.

"I mean, I understand that though..." Jisung peered cautiously into the pocket, then decided he'd better not. "This is embarrassing."

The other shrugged his shoulders. "That was the plan, sweetie."

Jisung wore a hoodie from Hyunjin, easily two sizes too big. It hung down on one shoulder, exposing his collarbones to the cold air. He felt his hair being pulled in all directions by the wind. Not that he could help it.

Hyunjin held the door to the laundromat open for him. Jisung gave him a pissed look as he entered. There were hardly any other people there. Nevertheless, Jisung hid in the last corner, not wanting anyone to notice what he was doing here.

With pointed fingers, he stuffed everything into a washing machine. He paid for extra effective detergent, and then sent the laundry into a long long round of water fun.

Hyunjin had sat down on one of the other machines in the middle row. "And now we wait two and a half hours."

"You sound so pleased," Jisung commented, leaning back against the machine. His gaze pinned on the washing machine, as the blanket turned round after round there. If you thought about it too long, the principle was a bit unsanitary. So he shook his head and turned to Hyunjin. "So...?"

Before he spoke, he looked around . The only woman left in the salon had headphones on and her nose stuck in her book; so it should be safe to talk, right? " Talk..." He muttered, his eyes meeting the other brown.