stranger. (completed)

forty-one

"stop crying, baby" jihoon said as he worked in an unfamiliar kitchen to make food for soonyoung.

the supposedly elder smiled and wiped his tears with the back of his hands, "i-im sorry" he mumbled.

jihoon sat on the bar stool next to sonyoungs and patted his lap. it was enough for soonyoung to get the message and hop into the younger males awaiting arms. with his head laying down on jihoons shoulder and the rhythm of steady breathing he calmed down.

he also noticed a few things. jihoon smelled like home. like the clothes his mother used to wash and the smell of the one scent he could never catch when he was happy.

now, soonyoung caught it, the scent of true happiness.

before drifting off to sleep, heard a soft mumble, "i love you" and it was enough for him to smile before leaving to dream.