✓ sweater weather | heehoon

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By the end of the day, Heeseung's head felt like it was about to disconnect from his body and run off on its own.

He looked around carefully, the bright lights screaming at his eyes and the people around him practically yelling in his ears, even though they seemed far away from him. All of a sudden, everything felt so weird.

He felt like he couldn't breathe out of his nose correctly and his chest felt a bit too tight. His throat was hurting as well, no, it felt like it was burning. It could've been just because of the dry air, but he seriously felt as though he was becoming sick. Or maybe he was just turning into a psychopath. He had hoped it would be the second option because he would rather turn into a crazy person than get sick. He hated being sick more than anything.

"You alright?" Sunghoon, who Heeseung had forgotten was beside him, questioned, noticing how Heeseung was shivering and letting out small coughs every now and then. Heeseung looked over at him, blushing at Sunghoon's ability to notice even the little things. It warmed his heart.

"Ah? Yeah, I just feel like I'm getting a bit sick or something," he replied shyly, not wanting Sunghoon to worry about him too much.

"Oh no," Sunghoon mutters, softly rubbing Heeseung's shoulder and giving him a pout. "We should take you home then. It's already so late and your body must be exhausted, especially if you're getting sick." Heeseung sighs deeply, knowing Sunghoon was right, but not wanting to wait it out for too long. If he did, he would probably fall on the floor.

"My house is so far away though, I feel like I'd throw up or something by the time we get there."

Sunghoon lets out a soft giggle, inching closer to Heeseung as he does so, and his hand travels to lightly rub his arm, causing him to sort of pull him into a side hug.

"I didn't say taking you home meant your house, silly."

Heeseung pauses, blushing furiously. He wanted nothing more than to slap Sunghoon across that handsome face of his and run away. Seriously, he was thinking about actually doing that.

"L-let's just go already. I'm freezing my ass off," he mumbles, eyebrows furrowing still thinking about Sunghoon's unnecessary and weird flirting. He seriously needed to stop saying things that just made Heeseung want to jump off a cliff.

"Should I warm up your ass too?" he teases, placing his hand exactly where he supposedly wanted to warm up, raising a brow suggestively as he does so. Heeseung jumps, surprised at Sunghoon's confidence to do this in public and not care about people seeing them. He even squeezes his ass a bit, and it starts making Heeseung feel certain things, so he quickly and roughly grabs Sunghoon's wrist and places it on his chest, away from himself.

"D-don't touch me there...not in public," Heeseung whispers, his face feeling like it was burning.

"Ahhh, I get it. So you want me to touch it when it's just the two of us? When nobody's around? When we're alone?" Sunghoon smirks, licking his lips as he does so and Heeseung hates it so much.

He waits for Heeseung to reply, raising a brow and smirking at him, and it makes Heeseung squirm, so he swiftly turns the other way.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. Just take me home."

Sunghoon leans close to his ear and whispers, "Damn, so you admit my home is yours too now? What, you wanna live with me or something? That's pretty domestic of you."

Heeseung turns his head to glare at him for a moment, making Sunghoon's grin even wider, as he then turns back around and starts walking away, Sunghoon quickly catching up behind him.