#.. FORTY-TWO

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the snow made the entire town seem white. that's what jungsu and seungmin figured while walking around.

their hands intertwined and in jungsu's pocket, they walked close together. "of course you had to forget your gloves" seungmin laughed. "babe, you're a goth, don't you usually wear gloves?"

winter was jungsu's season. he seemed absolutely majestic, the white foundation on his face matching with the white snow whereas every single other aspect of him contrasted it fully.

pitch black hair, heavy black make up, layered black clothing. like a dream, seungmin's dream. but fortunately he lived in his dream.

jungsu just laughed back. "yeah but i had them in my other bag. besides, you're acting like you don't wanna hold my hand."

the elder removed seungmin's hand dramatically, turning his head with a staged sigh.

"that's not how i meant it!" seungmin exclaimed, panicking, as he quickly wrapped his arm around jungsu's waist.

the goth laughed again. "then prove it by buying me gingerbread!" he motioned towards the small truck that sold christmassy desserts.

without hesitation, seungmin walked up to it and ordered two big gingerbread men. jungsu couldn't help but smile, admiring his boyfriend from afar.

he still couldn't believe it. half a year ago he was still thinking that there was no chance seungmin and him would be a thing.

half a year ago jungsu was still not as interested in seungmin. and there he was, eventually having fallen for the younger's charms.

seungmin returned with the two desserts wrapped in napkins, giving them to jungsu. "you should have one, too!"

he didn't expect the younger to give him both of the gingerbread men. but jungsu just received seungmin's head shake.

"i bought them for you, babe, consider that as a part of your present. now eat."

seungmin was so adorable, jungsu couldn't help but smile. "thank you!" he smiled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

the black lipstick on his skin was not mentioned. seungmin wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for the passer-by's that eyed them weirdly.

so he took out a hand mirror, and sighed. no words needed for jungsu to understand what he meant.

"what? now you don't want me to kiss you?" the elder joked, and seungmin was in for the joke. "that's exactly how it is!"

with an overly-dramatic eye roll, he grabbed seungmin's cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.

it was really just a short peck but it was enough for someone to comment on them. "... fags" was the thing both of them understood.

there were two different reactions. seungmin was ashamed, looking down on the floor.

jungsu did not let it slide. "shut the fuck up, egghead, shouldn't you be more worried about your receding hairline?!"

the elderly man just looked at jungsu with disgust, staying silent as he just continued walking.

"aha, that's what i thought, firecracker." the goth truly seemed pissed, yet his expression changed again after looking back at seungmin.

the younger was surprised. "i'm so fascinated you're that confident about your sexuality..." he muttered and jungsu just shrugged.

"i mean it's nothing to be ashamed of. growing up, we were taught that boys loving boys was not appropriate and disgusting.

but look at your younger self. would you call you as a child disgusting?"

seungmin shook his head, so the elder smiled, taking a bite out of the gingerbread before continuing his speech.

"exactly. you're born queer. and you weren't disgusting as a child, so you still aren't. after all, being queer is just about loving.

and love is never disgusting, no?"

the younger shrugged. "well, pedophiles are disgusting." the statement made jungsu laugh. and seungmin chuckled, as well.

jungsu's words really did give him a little bit of confidence. he was right. why should he hide who he is so others could feel comfortable?

this time it was seungmin who initiated their traditional hand holding, which surprised jungsu. he just smiled, silently walking next to the other.

"oh, look! lets get some hot chocolate!"

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