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"Chanhee," Younghoon started softly from where he sat at the desk in the younger's room.

Chanhee looked up from his homework and flashed a quick smile. "I thought you were going to come over so we could do homework together?"

"Yeah I did b—"

"I love talking to you, I really do, but you've been over for an hour and I've gotten absolutely nothing done."

A small frown formed on Younghoon lips before he grumbled, "fine—tell me when you're done." He spun back around in the chair and focused on his own homework. There wasn't much assigned for the day, his only homework being the worksheet from their shared math class. Younghoon even knew how to do it all by himself because Chanhee had already helped him during class.

Very diligently, Younghoon worked through all ten of the problems on the sheet, getting a good enough answer for all of them. "Can I check my answers with yours?" He asked quietly.

Chanhee hummed and shoved his own paper towards the boy, not bothering to look up. To Younghoon's surprise, when he put the papers side by side, they looked identical down to the decimal points. All of his answers were correct.

His excitement was short lived as he spun back around to see Chanhee still hard at work. The two had very different classes, Younghoon in the classes he needed to graduate, and Chanhee in all honors and AP courses. So of course they had very different workloads by the end of the day.

As quietly as he could, Younghoon got up and tiptoed over to the bed where he sat down next to Chanhee, wrapping his arms around the younger's torso and laying his head on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting here," Younghoon smiled, only nuzzling his face further into the boy.

"Okay..." whispered the younger, not wanting to argue with Younghoon about anything else.

The two stayed that way for another silent half hour, Younghoon simply watching Chanhee as he finished everything for his classes.

"You're done now?" Younghoon asked happily when Chanhee started putting the papers back into his folders and closing his notebooks.

Turning to look at his boyfriend, Chanhee nearly jumped as the elder's face was hardly an inch away from his own. "Yeah, I'm done," he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips.

Closing the gap in between them, Younghoon pressed his lips softly against Chanhee's. He felt a hand on the side of his face as Chanhee kissed back.

"What did you want to talk about earlier?" Asked Chanhee when they parted.

Younghoon hummed and shook his head, "I don't really remember...I don't think it was too important."

Chanhee grabbed Younghoon's face in between his pointer finger and thumb, squishing his cheeks. He pecked the boy's lips a few times before muttering, "What? Now that I want to talk you have nothing to say?"

"Well I don't know...give me a second to think..." the elder whispered. Closing his eyes as he thought, the room fell silent for a few moments before Younghoon asked, "Do you want to get married?"

There was another stretch of quietness between the two before Chanhee raised an eyebrow. "Younghoon, we've been dating for two months."

"Two and a half," he corrected, "but that's not what I mean—do you want to get married like in general?"

"Of course I do...but Y'know I can't really get married."

Younghoon tightened his arms around the boy's waist and pressed a light kiss to his shoulder. "I didn't think about that—I'm sorry I brought it up."

"No it's fine. Maybe things will change soon."

Humming at his words, Younghoon continued, "there's other places we could go too...we could go to the states, there's places in Europe—oh Taiwan."

"I like how you keep saying we."

"We'll how do you know if we're going to get married or not, Chanhee?"

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"You're home late," Younghoon's father spat from where he sat at the dining room table. He closed the laptop in front of him and gestured for his son to sit down next to him. "That doesn't come as a surprise these days—what have you been doing?" 

"I was practicing with Juyeon—you can call him if you want to," Younghoon lied, knowing his friend would always cover for him even if he didn't know what was going on. The truth was that Younghoon hadn't stepped foot in the school gym for months. Yes he practiced in the morning, but that was only because his dad was inside watching him. Even though he had been pretty sure since the season ended that he didn't want to play basketball, he'd never been more sure of anything after he had so much time to think about it.

The man sighed, folding his hands on the table in front of him. "Younghoon, I want to know why you haven't confirmed any colleges and I want a real answer. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," Younghoon spewed as if it was some sort of instinct. Fidgeting with his hands in his lap where the man couldn't see, Younghoon tried to find anything to say that wouldn't get him in any more trouble. "I'm having trouble deciding...because I don't want to make the wrong decision. There are so many different offers from so many different colleges I just don't kn—"

Younghoon's words promptly ceased when his father raised one of his hands in the air. "Can you tell me the names of the five colleges that offered you a scholarship?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

Younghoon fell silent for some time as he tried his hardest to remember all of the names, but only recalling three of them. "No sir...I don't remember."

It felt as if time slowed while Younghoon's father simply looked at him, a bitter laugh slipping past his lips. Younghoon didn't have time to react before the man lunged across the table, his fist coming in contact with his jaw, sending the boy flying out of the chair and onto the floor. "Why is everything you say a lie!" He screamed, getting up to stand over his son. The man pulled his leg back and kicked the boy in the stomach over and over, completely consumed by rage. "Everything I've done for you—everything I'm still doing and I get nothing but disrespect!"

"Stop!" Younghoon's mother shrieked as the ran into the dining room, falling onto the floor next to her son and pulling him against her chest. "I can't do this any more..." she whispered as she cradled the back of his head, "I can't deal with any of this anymore...I want a divorce." 

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