Stosuh oneshots | Actually Stephen

Love is beautiful

    Love itself is tiresome, multiple emotions, the adrenaline, the fear of being rejected, then there is on̨̗̬̦͍̆̃͋̉̚e͈̘̎̃͗͜ ͔͍̲̮̂̀̍̃s̭͖̝̹̃̈́̃̕͘ͅį̛̝̜͕̒̂̀dȩ̡̙̙̓̓̾̆ ̠͓͔̙͋̍͋͞l̢̪̙̤̺̉̑̔̌̈́o̊͜vè͙͓͞.

    Now that's a problem in on itself, you'd think, how much worst could it get?

    One sided love, no, even truly believing that your love is only one sided, could bring you a disease.
Even if the feeling is mutual, if the person has constant thoughts that their love is only one sided, they constantly believe so, and have rejected any other possibilities, Hanahaki will be around the corner.

From there, you only have two options.
Death or surgery, which results in removing all feelings of love.

I mean, there is a third option, confessing, possibly dating your beloved.
But a certain silver-haired isn't willing to take that option.

So now here he is, Hosuh, coughing out petals into a sink in a bar's public bathroom.
His eyes widened, holding his hand up to his lips, looking at his reflection in the mirror and back down at the multiple petals in the sink.

In the three months Hosuh has had this condition, it is the first time the petals had blood on them.
That can't be any good...

    "Yo, Hosuh! What's taking you so long?" The bathroom's door burst open, Hosuh quickly washed down the petals.
The purple mohawk shined bright in the dimly lit room, but the mohawk owner's smile slightly faltered seeing Hosuh's pale expression. "Are you okay? Do you want to leave?"

    "I'm good," Hosuh felt bad, they had just arrived at the bar a few minutes ago. They came to have fun and relieve stress, and now Hosuh worried he had given Stephen something else to stress about. "I'm just a little bit under the weather, that's all. You can stay if you want, I'll call a taxi to take me home-"

    "None of that!" Stephen basically shouted, he wrapped his arm around Hosuh's shoulders. "We're a tag team! If you get sick, I'll help you! If I commit a murder, you hide the body!"

   Hosuh chuckled, the two walking out of the public restroom and to the bar's front door. It took a while for Hosuh to realize, for his brain to process the information, but it hit him like a truck.

Stephen had his arm around him, it wasn't like he was supporting himself on Hosuh, he wasn't supporting Hosuh either, there was no reason for them to be at such close distance. They were both walking fine on their own, both were completely sober.
That's when Hosuh felt his breath become faster and shorter, that's when he started to feel every part of his body, his chest rising and falling in every breath, his blinking, he felt his ears become warmer, his legs, feet, and toes becoming numb as they walked out of the bar and into the cold street.
Their physical contact was not for any necessity, just out of instinct, just because he felt like it.

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   That's all they were, friends. How could someone like Stephen like someone like Hosuh?

He wasn't willing to ruin their friendship, not even to save his own life.

    The two entered Stephen's car, once both of them were in the car, Stephen started driving.
     "Can I stay with you for the night?" Stephen took a second to glance at the older, then back at the road, "I don't feel like driving all the way back home."
He lied, sure, he was lazy to drive back. But there were ulterior motives other than that. He had noticed how sick Hosuh looked, and it worried him a lot.
It wasn't much of a change, he's probably the only one that noticed. But it's been three months since Hosuh doesn't seem to be the same as before, he seems more tired, saddened, he smiles the same cheerful smile yet his eyes seem to show the complete opposite.