THE MORNING WELCOMED ITSELF. it was almost seven, and as the city awoke and sunlight warmed the dawn's air, choi jongho opened his eyes from a short night's sleep.
in his sleepy daze, jongho's brain collected his observations as best as it could. he was at yeosang's. he was on the couch. there was a blanket over him. wait, he was on the couch? but wasn't yeos-
"good morning."
ah.
jongho shifted to look at yeosang. he was about to say something, but was interrupted with a light peck on the cheek.
his face flushed an almost unnoticeable pink. raising an eyebrow at yeosang, he asked, "what was that for?" he made no show of liking the affection, and yet yeosang knew that he enjoyed it all the same.
yeosang smiled cheekily, as if he knew something jongho didn't. as if he knew a funny little secret.
"can't i kiss my boyfriend?" said yeosang.
they stared at each other, a teasing glint still in yeosang's eyes.
"wanna be my boyfriend?"
...
oh.
and so jongho remembered.
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tipsy || jongsang
Contowhen his group of friends go to a bar for celebrations, jongho finds himself playing the role of resident caretaker. he also finds himself looking after yeosang, alone, in his apartment... well, nothing a bit of liquid courage can't help with, right...
