✓ dear future husband.

there are whispers bouncing off the halls as the pretty-handsome medic student brunette walked the tiles alined in the halls of his university.

pretty, handsome, smart and cunning.
yoon jeonghan was all the guys' dreamed about. he was a unique character to roam— a heartthrob that didn't do much but just exist, easily flattered yet knew who and what he wanted— as expected from someone who was apart of the high rank yoon family, quite literally the university's family savior as his parents were within the high ranks of the university's board.

but behind all the perfected speech, manners and elegance lied a boy who was just as terrified of everything— where the confidence persona was broken down into bits and glued every morning before school by just one guy with an irresistible fax smile and had a pure-hearted soul.

he let out a long sigh, finally back in his apartment as he threw his bag to the floor and placed his laptop case on the table. his legs were tired, he was sweaty all over and he felt like he needed to scrub his skin alive just to get most of the muck off of his body from the outdoor game he had accepted.
"curse that stupid.. choi seungcheol.. and his stupid basketball game.." he muttered out as he sunk down to the ground with a hand running through his hair.

the brunette soon feels a smile ghosting his face, and he curses at himself once he feels the smile on his face, but doesn't bother to get rid of it.

who was he kidding?
he can't stay mad at the boy for that long— he was the boy who he dreamt of a future together anyway.

the door opened, and a low chuckle entered the apartment (the brunette assumes that the low chuckle was because the man saw him on the ground lying like a exhausted puppy), "you didn't have to accept the game request you know? i would have been fine playing against the rest anyway."
there's a hand in front of his face, and jeonghan tiredly takes it. he's easily lifted up to his feet, facing the eyes of his savior who's equally covered in sweat.

"i needed to beat you." is all the younger spoke before seungcheol shakes his head with a string of laughter before dragging him into the bathroom.

he strips both of them naked of their sweaty clothing (jeonghan is very much pleased with the help, and is no longer embarrassed because this isn't the first time his boyfriend saw him naked)— seungcheol throws the clothing to the corner of the room as he runs the shower with warm water. he helps the tired jeonghan step into the running shower, wetting his hair and body easily.
"pass me your shampoo hannie," jeonghan complies easily, turning around to face the array of scented shampoos and body soaps.

he takes his shampoo from the tray and passes it to seungcheol a minute later, the older thanks him and pours an even amount on his hand. he makes jeonghan lower his head slightly and shampoos his lover's hair a second later.

the water above them helps wash the bubbles off and jeonghan has regained a bit of his energy to help the boy in the same shower wash his hair and body as well. after seungcheol decides himself is clean, he walks out of the room with water dripping off his body and takes the towels from their shared room.
he dries himself off in the bathroom as jeonghan is scrubbing the leftover dirt off his body and leaves the other one inside the bathroom, taking the clothes from the corner with his time to start the washing cycle in another room.

jeonghan finishes minutes later, getting the towel from the sink and drying his hair first until the water droplet didn't fall onto his shoulders anymore— he dries his body and walks out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist.
he shivers upon feeling the air conditioner being turned on and it's cold air on his body so he hurries to throw his pajamas on quickly.

he's quick on buttoning up his shirt, running out of the room with still lightly wet hair and a dry towel in his hands. "cheollie!" the law student turns around at the mention of his name and catches the flying towel in his hand the moment he gets it, easily connecting the dots that his boyfriend wanted him to dry his hair for him.
he sighs with a lovesick smile on his face, "come here,"