I can't say boy in a love song/ So Screwed -gongfourz

5

The moment they started going home was the moment Leehan suddenly received a call from Riwoo.

Taesan eyed Leehan as he picked up the phone, both men moving away from the doorway of the convenience store and instead heading over to stand infront of the  see through store panels. Taesan let out a huff as he laid back against the large glass panel, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets while his eyes stayed glued onto Leehan.

"We're on our way home hyung, what is it?" Leehan spoke softly into the phone. A light breeze blew and it caused the small strands of hair that fell to the sides of his face to flutter and brush against his delicate skin. The sight was simply teasing any focused viewer to brush their fingertips against his flawless and sculpted face.

Leehan continued focusing on his conversation while Taesan decided watching Leehan talking on the phone was the most entertaining thing he could do. Simply looking at the way Leehan's eyes crinkled slightly with each small smile made Taesan want to lean closer and get a better look at it.

Of course, teasing Leehan and calling him a baby was fun when he did it around the members but Taesan being Taesan, he liked having people depending on him for simple things. In a weird way, he liked being needed. He wasn't keen on being used though, he just liked when his members would get slightly childish around him. Woonhak was the best at doing that, he just was a natural cutie, their leader was also cute in his moments. Leehan on the other hand, wasn't really cute but more like a puzzle that Taesan really enjoyed being around. He didn't have a specific role or vibe, he was just Leehan. The thing that Taesan didn't expect was to suddenly find the way Leehan giggled or laughed cute, cause he never did.

Just by staring long enough, Taesan couldn't help but realize how much he liked it when Leehan's eyes crinkled and the way his body slightly slumped forward as he laughed. The laughter itself wasn't special but something about the squeaks he let out was endearing. Taesan found himself smiling ever so slightly at it, before he quickly pursed his lips and forced it away before the awkwardness began to set in.

The evening was dark and the streets were littered with people. Taesan was finally starting to feel cold with the chill breeze blowing between intervals. Beside him, Leehan grinned as he chatted with Riwoo who was ranting about a game session between him and Woonhak. It was tranquil.

Tranquil, so very tranquil to the point that Taesan's brain got slightly too carried away, finding himself staring at Leehan's miraculously moist lips that barely parted as he spoke on the phone, constantly smiling. His shameful staring that only broke when Leehan hung up and called out Taesan's name to snap him out of his trance. A move that made Taesan way too embarrassed to say much after a few seconds.

"Let's go," Leehan turned to him with his usual pleasant smile dancing on the corners of his lips. The cold breeze colouring his cheek and nose red didn't bother him one bit. He didn't really care about the busy street beside them either.
Taesan on the other hand, could only care about the hypnotically twinkling eyes staring at him, innocent as they are, simply waiting for him. The blush pink contrasting the pale skin on Leehan's face was a splash of artistic genius he felt the itch in his fingertips to touch. The strand of hair clinging onto Leehan's  pillowy pink bottom lip was a whole other problem. On one hand, jealousy towards the privilege of a single chunk of hair, on the other hand he wanted to simply keep staring at the sight before him.

Leehan's eyebrows furrowed slightly when Taesan simply kept staring at him after he spoke, he figured Taesan was probably distracted so he spoke again, "Taesan, let's go. Riwoo hyung called me over to hang out in his room later." He elaborated, his hand waved in front of Taesan's face which successfully broke him out of the trance.

Taesan, feeling embarrassed quickly looked away for a moment to collect himself, "Ah, sorry." Was all he had to offer before finally calling a cab for the two of them.