StreetLight || ChanCheol

Seven

Chan goes to his eldest's side and sits down on the sidewalk. Seungcheol does the same and rests his head on Chan's wet shoulder. The younger boy doesn't push him away, but he remains disturbed by this sudden closeness.

" Seungcheol hyung, Shua hyung wants to be your friend again."

" He does ? How did you do that ? "

Chan looks at Seungcheol's closed eyes, he looks, soothed.

" Yes hyung, I assure you it's true..."

" We'll discuss it later..."

" What about your girlfriend ? "

" I'll talk with her afterwards too. "

" I believe it..."

" More ironic than that you can do it ? "

Chan smiles, at this moment, he's feeling good...

" I wish it would snow..." Said the youngest, looking up at the sky

" Why so suddenly ? "

" I don't know it would go well with the present moment then it's white, soothing..."

" And cold."

" I like winter cold..."

" I can't stand it."

" Ah well, yet, there you are wet and you say nothing..."

" I don't care, you're wet too."

" Yes, it's true, plus I feel so good, right now and right here with you."

Chan blushes and Seungcheol straightens his head and widens his eyes, surprised by this sudden revelation...

" The alcohol's going to your head, Chan."

" I only drank once ! And you think I'm not sober. I'm perfectly fine."

" But..."

" The most alcoholic was Jeonghan when I left."

" You sound close to him..."

" Indeed, I'm closer to Joshua, then Jeonghan, then Soonyoung right after."

" How did you guys meet ? "

" We were all four with the same problem."

" What do you mean ? "

" You know about Shua's father."

" Has passed away, yes, it makes me sad, I loved Mr. Hong very much."

" Who didn't love him too ! Well my mother also died just after, and Jeonghan's parents abandoned him so for him they're dead. Soonyoung no longer has any contact with his parents, but he receive money every month to pay the rent."

" Ah yes, I'm sorry for you all..."

" What about you ? What's your little story ? "

Seungcheol looks at Chan and stands up. Chan does the same. The taller Chan is about to leave, but the dancer disagrees, so he grabs Seungcheol's wrist and stops him.

" Let me go..."

" Not again hyung that's enough."

" But..."

" Tell me what's going on."

" I don't feel like it.."

" Hyung please."

" You're going to be disgusted with me afterwards."

Seungcheol breaks free from Chan's grip and starts to cry, running away. Chan follows him and manages to grab his arm to bring him back to the foot of the streetlight...

" Chan, please."

" I'm returning this torment..."

" Stop..."

" I've told you my problem ! Even Jeonghan's and Soon's, and you don't want ? "

" Won't what ?"

" Opening up your heart to me, it's feels good, I swear."

" I can't Chan..."

Chan moves closer to his elder and grabs the collar of his jacket, he blows out in rage and releases a few tears, he shakes his elder.

" Fucking Seungcheol you're really pissing me off, we can't move forward if you spend all your time keeping quiet..."

" I'm really sorry Chan, but I can't, again ! "

" What's stopping you seriously ?! "

" You're going to be disgusted, I know it..."

" How could I ? "

" Nobody knows me like that."

" Is it that horrible what you're hiding ? "

" Yes..."

" You're seriously pissing me off ! Why is that ? Why should it be horrible ? "

Seungcheol looks at Chan, their two gazes coming to lock, The smaller one comes to shake his elder once more, then he lets go of Seungcheol's jacket in order to give him multiple pats on the chest...

" Keep hitting me, I'm used to it..."

" Seungcheol hyung...."

" Forget what I just said."

" Who's hitting you ? "

" Nobody..."

Chan pushes his eldest again and comes to stick to him afterwards, both boys' vital organs beating so fast, they think they're going to burst out of their rib cages, they're beating for the same reason; the closeness they have with each other pleases them far too much....

" Seungcheol hyung."

Chan blows this against the older man's half-open lips, and the snow begins to fall.
Both look up at the sky, one happy, the other a little less so, but smiling all the same. Little snowflakes come crashing down on their faces, still glued together. The smaller one gently removes the flakes from the older one's now red face...
He begins to crack gently, feeling that he's really going to let go, but what's the point of resisting and fighting against your own feelings?

Chan looks even more stubborn than he is, so Seungcheol leans forward and, with extreme gentleness, places his lips against the little one's.