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twenty-four

sunghoon made his way into his room.

he felt guilty about what happened not long ago.

but he also felt ashamed, ashamed that his parents don't want a gay son, he was a let down to them.

he couldn't help what he felt, he liked boys, specifically one particular boy.

sunghoon rolled onto his bed and moved to the edge, facing the windows.

sunoo followed him to make sure he was okay.

sunghoon seemed to notice the presence of the younger.

"i'm sorry about my parents, they had no right to say that" he spoke.

"hyung" sunoo paused.

he then sighed.

"it's not your fault, i'm okay".

"i- i just feel- really bad"

sunoo sat down on the open side of the bed.

"please don't feel bad, i'm alright i promise"

"are you sure?"

"100% sure"

sunghoon hummed in response.

"what about you, are you alright?" sunoo asked.

"yeah i'm fine, just irritated, not by you tho"

"by your parents?"

"mhm"

sunoo looked at sunghoon, the older was still facing away from him.

"turn around"

"what?"

"turn around"

sunghoon obeyed and turned around, confused.

"i can tell there's more on your mind"

"what do you mean? i'm fine"

"look, it's really not hard to tell when you're bothered about something. plus you look like you're gonna cry" sunoo pointed out.

sunghoon stared at the ceiling not saying anything.

the room grew quiet for a moment.

suddenly, sunoo layed down and wrapped his arms around sunghoon's torso.

"i'm not very good at comforting so this is the best i can do" sunoo added.

sunghoon froze, he didn't expect that.

but he liked it.

"cry it all out like you told me to"

the two layed in silence. the only thing that could be heard was the fan running in the background.

sunghoon and sunoo's eyes met, they admired each other.

sunoo softly smiled, indicating it is fine to cry.

eventually the sound of sniffling could be heard.

sunghoon buried his head into sunoo's neck.

all of his thoughts and emotions were now coming out.

sunghoon felt comfort in sunoo. he knew he wouldn't be judged.

they were alike in someway;

both their parents were complete assholes.

both barely had validation and love growing up.

both had a messed up life.

and both of them felt the same strange feeling in their stomach's every time they where near each other.

- - -

the two boys drifted to sleep.

sunoo's arms where still around sunghoon's torso.

and sunghoon's arms were around sunoo waist, head still buried into his neck.

burt made his way right on top of the pillow near both their heads.