A/N here we are. the ending.
At the sound of the door opening, Saeran looked up. He didn't think anyone would come in, it wasn't a very well known place. Even the employees knew this so they were usually in the break room. And anyone who did come in noticed that it was empty and immediately left to go to a more populated one. Guess they just wanted to follow the crowd. But anyway, that meant that Saeran, for the most part, would be completely alone.
That is until he noticed Yoosung walked in. He knew it wasn't a coincidence that he was here, he must have tried to find him after he ran out. Part of him was touched that he remembered their small conversation from long ago, but the other part of him was startled at his sudden appearance.
Their eyes met for a few seconds before Saeran realized the gravity of the situation and looked down, embarrassed. They had just kissed, less than 20 minutes ago. His mistake was still fresh in both of their minds and Saeran still hadn't felt completely okay. He had come down from his extreme anxiety but was still shaken and upset. His thoughts were still negative, though he had been trying to cope with it like he was supposed to. He used an app to help him, one that Saeyoung said he should download. It gave him breathing exercises and positive ways to deal with his thoughts. But, despite that, he still felt uneasy. He couldn't stop thinking. He was certain Yoosung hated him after what happened.
But actually seeing Yoosung, and knowing he probably followed him here, a glimmer of hope was in his heart. He must have cared enough to come find him. Unless he was just setting the record straight that he didn't want anything to do with him.
"What do you want?" Saeran deflected, hoping to just get this over with, so he wouldn't have to worry anymore.
"Saeran, uh," Yoosung started but didn't know how to finish. Silence hung between them, choking them in the process. There was so much they wanted to say but didn't know how to express. "Are you okay?" Yoosung breathed, walking over to him, careful not to intrude too much on his space.
Saeran waited a few seconds, trying to decide whether he should keep silent, lie, or tell the truth. If he stayed silent, he could aggravate Yoosung. If he lied, there would be no way Yoosung would believe him. But if he told the truth, there was a chance Yoosung would care. I mean, he followed him here, right? And he didn't seem disgusted or angry. So Saeran decided to be honest. "I don't know," he responded quietly.
"Well... do you want to talk about it? I'll listen, y'know!" Yoosung offered, sitting next to him. He had the kind of bright smile that usually made Saeran melt. This time was no exception. Saeran looked up at him and his heart dissolved into a fluttery mess. He looked down immediately, feeling himself starting to blush. He didn't respond to Yoosung's offer, not knowing what to say.
"It's ok if you don't want to talk! I just wanted you to know that I care about you. Because I do, I do care about you. And I- I really like you! Like, a lot! And I kinda want to kiss you again and I don't know if that's crossing a line but I can't stop thinking about you and I just want-" Yoosung blabbered on and on, filled with nervous energy, but stopped once Saeran looked up.
His heart lit up once he heard Yoosung say he liked him back. He felt that time stopped when he said he wanted to kiss him again. Never in his life did he expect he would hear that.
And he never could have predicted what happened next.
Yoosung leaned forward quickly, touching their lips together. They were both inexperienced with kissing and unsure what to do, but they found their way, awkwardly of course.
When they pulled apart, they both met each other's eyes in silence.
Yoosung was the first one to speak, "That was nice." His face was blushed and so was Saeran's.
"Yeah" Saeran muttered. Both of them were in shock and had no idea what to say. They clearly both knew that they liked each other but the question was: where do they go from here?
"Can I hold your hand?" Yoosung whispered. There was no need to whisper, but that was just the sound that came out. Saeran nodded and their hands intertwined.
It was an understatement to say Saeran was nervous. He could almost feel himself shaking. But, nevertheless, he put his head on Yoosung's shoulder. It was just an impulse that he followed. Immediately, he felt more comfortable.
"This all started with you calling me cute" Saeran mentioned, noticing how absurd it was. All of this happened because of one little statement. It was crazy.
"I wasn't wrong," Yoosung flirted. Saeran smiled at the sudden compliment.
It felt...right to be here. Not perfect, just right.
And that was okay, it didn't have to be perfect. Nothing was ever perfect.
All they needed in that moment was each other, and that's what they got.
A/N thank you so much for reading !!! i appreciate the support
