the kids don't wanna come home | SVT BXB

"just bros"

sorry for not updating in so long...

anyways, the story is reaching its end.

like i already said, i'll write a sequel which is hopefully a better quality lol.

thank you everyone who's still reading and putting up with my bad update schedule and the crappy story :)

without y'all, this would've already died.

> @dandy91 @wavyyross @KittytheMochi @daughteroffreya @caratarmy04 @_starrix @kwannie99  @vernonie99 @M4DJ2M1- 

i love u guys, you're basically my whole world lol <3 stay happy and im always here for u if you need anyone...

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seungkwan sighed at the warm sensation of the rising sun hitting his skin, spreading ist warmth in his whole body. 
he was on his way to hansol's once again - just not for another crisis meeting with the 12 this time, but for something he was Looking forward to way more. not that he didnt like the others, but he was the type of person to rather just push bad thoughts away than discuss them and those meetings somehow always ended up with them talking about chan. the youngest had been missing for 5 days in total now, and jihoon seemed to be slowly going insane, while seokmin barely talked to anyone anymore except of jisoo. 
soonyoung was always trying to somehow help jihoon, but the older just pushed him away everytime and the results were a sad and frustrated hamster.

no, spending time as the whole group wasnt anything relaxing at the moment, and seungkwan needed exactly that - a place where he could just chill, escape his sister's endless demands. she had gotten a boyfriend one week ago - how was a question seungkwan asked himself pretty often - and now, she was even worse than before.

anyways, today was a good day. 
the boy smiled to himself as he got to the us stop to wait for the bus, whih wuld take him where he wanted to be most right now - hansol's home.

the two youngest had decided to ditch their always-worried hyungs for a meeting, and just play a few video games. leave the worries and anxities at the door, have fun and spend some quality time together. chill, relax, have fun.

>>that sounded kinda gay<<, seungkwan thought to himself and chuckled lightly. not that he was against gay people, hell, minghao and jun were his friends! but there was really nothing else except of friendship between him and the american boy. sure, he was always unimaginable happy to meet him and loved to spend time in hansol's run-down apartment more than anything, but that's just bros being bros. (at least that's what he told himself, cause even he cant deny he often caught himself admiring hansol)

"hey bro, how's it going?", hansol greeted the older at the door. seungkwan blushed as he noticed how hansol was only wearing a pair of boxers and a tanktop, but quickly shook his head and answered with a wide grin. 
"could be better, bro. you know, sisters and everything."

hansol nodded and gestured for his friend to come in, which seungkwan happily did. like always, hansol's mother was sprawled out on the couch in the kitchen, passed out or sleeping, it was hard to tell. the two just ignored her and went into hansol's room, were the younger had already started playing the game before seungkwan had arrived. it was paused and hansol gestured to the two controllers laying on his bed,

"lets get started, then, kwan."

seungkwan felt butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, but brushed them off as fast as he could. they were bros, nothing else. even though the whole bro-thing was starting to sound more and more fake, the longer seungkwan thought about it.

"damn it, KWAN, get that shit- no-" hansol threw the controller across the bed in frustration, while seungkwan was laying on the floor cackling after witnessing hansol getting beat by some weak-ass villian. it was hilarious, even hansol had to admit, even though his pride was deeply scarred now.

seungkwan rolled over on the floor, gasping for air and laughing like a maniac, not caring about hansol's pride-hurt expression.

it took the blonde boy over fifteen minutes until he was able to at least stand upright again, interrupted by giggling fits, he elbowed hansol in the chest and giggled: "that was what i call a pro-move, bro."
hansol pouted playfully. "you're not nice, kwannie."

seungkwan choked on his own saliva, and that wasnt even an overdramatic raction, he really choked. that was the first time hansol called him that and even though he was still in the we're-just-bros-state, that hit.
blush spread on his chubby cheeks and he turned away, to not let the younger know just how much this had affected him. 

"kwannie?" hansol sounded confused.
he stood up and walked over to face seungkwan, leaning down to see the blonde's face. "kwannie? what's wrong?" with a swift move, he had lifted seungkwan's chin, now staring into his flushed face.
"you're red as heck. everything okay?" 

"ye-" seungkwan got cut off by his own squeak when hansol lost his balance and the two toppled over, landing on the bed, with the younger on top of him. 
"sorry, sorry." hansol awkwardly propped himself up on his arms, now basically caging seungkwan in-between his arms, staring down at him.
>>shit, he's fucking beautiful<< the realization came over hansol and he nearly flinched in shock of his own thoughts. 
since when was he gay? and gay for his best friend slash kinda best friend?

"uh...that's kinda..awkward right now...could you...maybe....get..." seungkwan got quieter and quieter, the "up" wasnt even audible anymore. he didnt know what to do, he was scared hansol could hear the racing beat of his heart, or somehow feel the heating up of his whole body.

>>oh shit, oh shit, oh shi-<<

and just like that, hansol leaned down and kissed seungkwan. their lips fit perfectly, seungkwan's plump ones and hansol's chapped lips. 

they fit perfectly.

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thanks,

td7