✓ odds.

eighteen

i'm gonna love you — d.o feat. wonstein || 2:31
as the sun rises toward the west
it's so natural that i love you

— 🎶

two weeks passed, "hoonie~" soonyoung called out, back-hugging the producer who was tired for life as he practiced with soonyoung for one last time before the actual rehearsal on the stage they will be performing on.
"don't overwork yourself." he whispered and pecked the younger on the cheek before releasing him from his grasp.

the younger only groaned to himself and told the blonde— "the same to you soons!" he heard a giggle and soon found himself smiling at himself as he sees the older get a few more water bottles to bring back to the group since that was their original plan until jihoon felt like he wasn't doing very well that he allowed soonyoung; the boy that followed him, to monitor his performance.

"ah, the smell of a whipped man in the morning," he shrieked, turning to face the boy who crossed his arms, "how's life hoon?" samuel asked as he leaned on the doorframe— which the young producer rolled his eyes at.

"it was nothing to see sam, keep your mouth shut."
"can't say that, you know i'm honest with mom."
"look, just because you're my little step brother doesn't mean you're my real brother." jihoon snapped and left the room with his heart pounding in his ears.

samuel, is his little step brother, and ever since they— samuel and his mom, stepped into his life; jihoon chose to move out of his dad's place and lived on his own, usually also spending his days at soonyoung's dorm.
you can't get mad now, you have a rehearsal in a while. the welcome back from summer break festival was about to begin their rehearsals and jihoon was suppose to just get extra water bottles for everyone; he was originally suppose to.

"hoonie..?"
"i'm fine soons," and that only worried soonyoung more—he launched onto jihoon's hand, the sun holding onto the moon and pressing his lips on the skin of his hand before whispering to the younger, we'll talk later.

"rehearsals in ten!" shouted from the stage crew of the school, the stage crew consisted of a few volunteers from other clubs— among them was heonyi, who was happily talking to her cousin— minghao and his boyfriend junhui.
"your rehearsal should be in nine minutes, this is just a rehearsal so it's not a dress rehearsal at all. don't ruffle your feathers more minghao, you'll be fine." jihoon heard them whisper as he noticed a stare from his little step brother.
the young producer only ignored him.

away from the producer's sight, samuel let out a frustrated sigh and let his hand run through his hair—
"you okay?" a soft voice asked, his hair was colored brown and he looked like someone who would hang out with people more older than him, "i'm fine,"
that made the boy who asked light up, just a lamp on a lonely light.

samuel felt his heart swell.
"what's your name?" the boy asked again, curious about this boy he just saw and had enough courage to approach him— talk to him even.
"i'm samuel, you?"
"chan, lee chan. it's nice to meet you."

• • •

rehearsals ended well, and jihoon was being pulled by soonyoung who had worried eyes to the grumpy boy with lips slightly pouted while being dragged to where-ever they were going.
soonyoung stopped— making jihoon collided into his body and finally his body shivered from the coldness of the room they were standing in.

a warm jacket wrapped around him as the dancer made him sit down with him— holding his hands and kissing them with the softest expression ever.
"samuel is your little step brother isn't he.." soonyoung whispered— but not too lowly since he wanted to make sure his boyfriend listened and knew the question. he could feel jihoon's hands tense before calming down again with pupils shaking.

his head nodded, refusing to verbally respond to him as soonyoung hugged the boy into his embrace. warmth surrounded jihoon and gave him a sense of home— jihoon felt his body melt into the comfort of soonyoung's and held onto the fabric tighter.
"i wanna tell you something." though it had been two weeks since they began dating, they began to share secrets more earlier than a month unlike usual couples.

yes— they're quite odd.

scars dusted soonyoung's arms as he rolled up his sleeves, jihoon's mouth slightly parted as his finger traced the scars with a worrying expression as his eyes darted from the scars to the boy who had them.
"my dad.. did these, so i don't stay with him or.. even visit him." soonyoung's eyes held shame in them as he unrolled the sleeves— letting them fall to cover his biceps, shutting his eyes while also waiting for jihoon's voice to hammer into his head with comforting words.

only to be filled with a heartwarming hug, soonyoung's eyes watered and only hugged back tighter. "i'm sorry if i hurt you without knowing.."
"it's okay, you only did it once," soonyoung cheekily added, only earning a glare from the shorter— "sorry," soonyoung quickly added, quickly avoiding his death but we all know that jihoon would never stab soonyoung— right?

"well, tomorrow's the real performance, are you ready for it hoonie?" soonyoung asked, unsure if the producer was ready for the performance.
"ready, but i'm still nervous."
"don't worry, i'll be nervous with you." the older added which made jihoon laugh— that sound of jihoon laughing erupted butterflies in the dancer's stomach.

"did i ever tell you that your laughter brightens my day?" the blonde could only hide his face in the palm of his hands as a furious blush colored his cheeks and ears— which made the raven-head smile and giggle as he hugged the younger he called his.

"i love you.." he whispered as he snuggled his head into the neck of jihoon's, sending shivers down jihoon's back like ice cold water. soonyoung waited for the answer he felt like he was gonna receive, but he knew that jihoon wasn't ready to say love yet.

"i.. love you too." the blonde whispered out.

— 🎶 AUTHOR'S NOTES
now before i cause confusion!
jihoon : black hair -> blonde hair
soonyoung : blonde hair -> black hair

which is the henggarae era to attacca era
and sorry for the delayed update🥲