• Touch Me || Ravn x Hwanwoong •

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The ringing doorbell was like a trigger for Hwanjo. She was at the door quickly, already opening it, revealing Hwanwoong who had just pulled his hand back from the bell. His eyes widened slightly and he smiled at the fast response.

,,Hey." He said warmly.

,,You came!" Hwanjo hugged his tiny legs, making Hwanwoong blush beautifully.

,,Of course, why shouldn't I?" He asked, frowning a bit. That expression looked surprisingly pretty on him.

,,I don't know...many things can happen, you never now."

Hwanwoong couldn't say anything smarter at this reply. He only nodded.

Youngjo was sitting on the couch, reading the fresh newspaper, fresh morning coffee sitting on the table calmly, its aroma flying around the room. He peeked over the newspaper's top edge secretly. Hwanwoong was wearing the same beige coat like yesterday and those boots that made his legs look extra small. But under the overdress was a shirt with purple collar, topped with denim jacket, finishing off with white ripped jeans and same-colored simple socks. His eyes were decorated with thin-framed rounded fake glasses. Looking at this, a calm smile - more like a smirk - made its way to Youngjo's lips. And he couldn't ignore the feeling building up inside him. The feeling that hadn't actually left his body since last late evening. Like the thought of Hwanwoong's soft like heaven lips on his.

Hwanwoong put his coat away, right next to Youngjo's which was also long but pitch black. There the two clothings stood, like day and night.

,,Hello."

Youngjo's head raised slowly, seeing Hwanwoong standing in front of him.

,,Hello there." He replied, sitting up straight.

Luckily, Hwanjo had gone somewhere to her own room so she couldn't feel the tense air that suddenly filled the whole room.

Switched a few looks, Hwanwoong walked to the couch around the table and sat down next to the older male, leaving a little space between them. Youngjo could hear his breathing that he was trying to control. He folded together the newspaper, placing it on the table, taking his coffee and sitting back again, letting the warmth of the cup spread inside his palms. The silence was deafening, only sound was the clock on the wall, counting seconds until either of them will speak up, and slight fussing in Hwanjo's room on the small second floor as the girl was preparing something for herself and Hwanwoong for today.

The latter turned to Youngjo slowly, opening his mouth and closing it right away. The other bit his lip to hide away a smile creeping up to his face without a reason. He then uttered, startling Hwanwoong a bit.

,,Don't be mad at her." His head fell low, thumb running along the cup brim, stumbling upon something invisible once in a while. Then his head shot up. ,,Please." He said quietly, looking at the younger. Youngjo shook his head. ,,She doesn't need any more problems to invade her life." A deep breath. ,,It should be ours, okay?" Youngjo's voice was talking to Hwanwoong softly and forgivingly as he adjusted himself to sit better, facing the conversation partner now.

The younger was listening to him and his voice that hid so many emotions. Hwanwoong felt the love and worry so well it stung his own heart too. How could someone be so...pure...and open to a complete stranger?

He could only nod.

,,I-If you have anything to say then please speak now."

Hwanwoong's eyes widened a bit when he heard the slight stutter in Youngjo's voice. The usually strong voice had cracked a bit. He bit his lip, looking away at the asked question. Did he have something to say?