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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

When Soraru came back out, his hair wet and dressed in Rib's sweater- that is much too big on his small frame- and boxers, he saw Rib against the front door, his eyes dark as he breathed shallowly. "Rib?" the dark-haired male uttered hesitantly, his eyes flickering from the two glasses of half-filled water to Rib. The said male blinked, looking up at Soraru across the room, his previously dark eyes clearing up and filling with adoration as he smiled. Soraru relaxed visibly, striding towards Rib with a small smile.

"what got you so riled up?" he murmured, as Rib took the towel from his hands and guided him to the living room, where he sat down on the couch and gestured for Soraru to take a seat on the floor. He began to dry Soraru's hair slowly, his hands careful but a small giggle escaped Soraru's lips when Rib's fingers brushed against his ear occasionally.

"nothing you should be worried about," Rib answers smoothly, tapping him on the shoulder once he is done with drying his hair. Soraru frowns, and turned back to face Rib. "I don't like seeing you sad," he stated plainly, and Rib braced his hands on the other's shoulder, Soraru flinching at the coldness of his fingers. "I'm happy seeing you," he replies with a smile, before standing up. "you want some late night supper? I can cook..," he paused, walking to the kitchen and searching through the cabinets, "-I don't know, instant noodles?" Soraru's laugh was heard from the bathroom where he was hanging the towel up, before his smiling face reappeared behind the bathroom door.

"I don't think I should," he mused, walking up from behind Rib and hugging him, his chest flush against Rib's back. "why?" the taller asks, and Soraru hums. "I'm too fat," he murmured, but Rib shook his head. "lies. if you're fat, I'm obese," he retorted, whining a little when Soraru tightened his hold around his stomach. "let go, I need to cook!" he says and Soraru obliged, walking back to the kitchen counter and sitting on it so that he can watch Rib cook.

"I have to go out tomorrow," Soraru commented, not noticing the way Rib's shoulders slump with relief. "with who?" he asks, and Soraru grins. "Anku. We are going on a dessert spree." Rib laughed, before he says, "you guys are going to have diabetes." Soraru shook his head in response, "we won't if you don't curse us," he retorts, and Rib sighs, pouring the instant noodles into a bowl and bringing it to Soraru. "eat."

Soraru nods, following his orders obediently, his fingers curling around the chopsticks. As he ate, Rib watches him with a small smile, and when Soraru met eyes with him, he blushed, and Rib felt something flutter in his chest, but he surpressed it, hiding everything under a small smile.

a/n : something happened in my life, and for that I'm sorry for the slow updates. I'm just trying my best to move on. It's a really dark point, and I'm trying my best. sorry.
-aru