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Cinnamon girl

There's things I wanna say to you
But I'll just let you live
Like if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did

Cinnamon flavoured lips ,the taste from the kiss.

That was the first thing Taesan remembered about Leehan. Not the way he walked into the room like he owned it, not the dry sarcasm laced in every sentence, not even the fact that he was the most frustrating person Taesan had ever met. No, it was the cinnamon.

Warm, biting, sweet. Like danger and comfort mixed in one breath.

It lingered on Taesan's lips long after Leehan pulled away, long after the door clicked shut and the silence stretched around him like a wound.

He stayed.

Taesan always stayed.

Even when Leehan didn't look at him. Even when Leehan said things like, "This doesn't mean anything," or "You're better off not getting attached."

He stayed when Leehan came to him late at night, too tired to lie, too scared to be alone.

He stayed when Leehan used silence as a weapon and distance as a shield.

He stayed when it hurt.

And Leehan?

He took pills.

Violet,blue,green,red to keep himself at arm's length.But did it ever work?

Leehan never told him what they were for. He didn't need to.

Taesan saw it in the way Leehan clutched his wrist too tight when he thought no one was looking, the way he stared at the ceiling for hours like it might finally collapse. He saw it in the way Leehan slept—half-curled, tense, like if he let go, everything would fall apart.

And maybe it would.

But Taesan would be there.

Always.

"Why do you always let me come back?" Leehan asked one night.

The window was open. The city breathed around them in soft, distant lights. Leehan was in Taesan's bed, wearing one of his hoodies, voice raw.

"Because I want to," Taesan said simply.

Leehan stared at him like he was something ancient. Something impossible.

"You're going to get tired of me," he muttered.

"I'm already tired," Taesan smiled, without heat. "Of you never seeing me."

Leehan didn't respond. Just looked away.

There were nights Taesan cried silently into his pillow, careful not to let the sound reach the hallway in case Leehan was still there. Nights when he traced over the outline of Leehan's sleeping face and wondered if it would hurt less if he let him go.

But he never did.

He kept loving. Quietly. Violently.

There was so much he wanted to say to Leehan but he let it be.He didn't want to trouble him.After all who would want to hurt someone they love.

He never said it aloud. Never said, "You're hurting me." Never said, "I love you more than anyone ever has." Never said, "Please don't treat me like I'm temporary."

Because he knew Leehan couldn't handle it.

Because he knew Leehan had learned to run first, ask questions never.

So he swallowed it all down. Let it settle in his chest like kerosene.

And then, one day, Leehan struck a match.