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the wind buzzed through the curtains, swaying it left and right almost making it seem as if the light was playing hide and seek. the colours of the sky merged and formed a perfect gray with dark clouds adorning it, scattering with no pattern at all.
the sun appeared and disappeared while the two people snored softly bodies wrapped around each other. after the vibrating of the phone got on the nerves of one of them, he slammed his hand against the phone touching everywhere to turn off the alarm.
he snuggled closer to the other with the hope of gaining as much warmth as possible. a small groan echoed through the room while the other turned around, suddenly sitting upright. his movements were so abrupt that yeosang sat up as well staring at him, a brow raised in confusion.
"was it all a dream?"
his question raised even more suspicions as the older looked at him briefly then picked up his phone turning it on and scrolling through his social feeds while still waiting for the younger to tell exactly what was happening to him.
"are you feeling okay? did you get my cold?"
"why would i get your cold?"
"was it really just a dream?!"
with quick movements, san stood up shoving the duvet away from his body. his toe clashing with the nightstand, he gave out a loud groan before running towards bathroom.
"what the hell is he talking about?"
san sighed loudly for the nth time as he let the warmth of water seep into his skin. a prominent frown sitting on his lips as he recalled what his dream was about.
everything seemed hazy from the beginning to end, the only thing clear to him was the taste of his lips. he had once cursed himself for forgetting it but remembering it left him only with his longings of wanting it more.
he let his fingertips wander over his own lips reminiscing how it felt when yeosang's lips were over his own that one drunk night.
he woke up with the sudden feeling of glee only for it to come clashing down crushing all his hopes with it as well.
"san! it's been two hours. come out, i need to shower too!"
the soft voice made it into his ears and he couldn't help but frown even more. he had planned every possible way of telling the older how he liked him back after realising that he was his soulmate only to realise that it was just a dream all along.
with a towel draped around his shoulders, he slipped onto his sweatpants and reached out for his shirt.
"san-ah! if you don't come out, i am coming in."
without missing a second, san rushed towards his shirt that was hanging on the far corner. he heard the door knob turning and opening with a loud click and as if harmonising with it, he slipped and fell on his butt with a loud thud.
"are you okay?"
the same soft voice echoed through his ears while he closed his eyes supressing every desire of his to look at the perfect face ahead of him.
"san? are you okay? did you faint? you aren't dying, are you? san! wake up!"
"yeosang, i am sitting right in front of you with my eyes wide open! how can you conclude that i died?!"
"people die with eyes wide open."
"but people don't just die after falling down on their butt."
"if you're fine, then get up yourself. i ain't helping you."
rolling his eyes, the older stood up and threw the shirt towards younger's chest and marched outside probably to get his own clothes.
with a silent plea, he stood up hoping to feel no pain but they all went in vain when a sharp pain sprang through his legs making him limp as he walked.
after noticing the limps, yeosang rushed to his side. putting his arms around yeosang's shoulders, san smiled contently as the older's distinct cologne hit his nostrils.
"put your pride aside sometimes, it doesn't hurt much to ask for my help."
"i know."
san softly mumbled under his breathe hoping that the elder had not heard him or if he had he wouldn't question him further. his eyes wandered to the older's pink lips that seemed too tempting to him. he did try to avert his gaze, he just couldn't.
the images from his dreams flashing right before his eyes and he just had to get away from him. he still wasn't clear about yeosang's feelings towards him and he sure didn't want to lose the friendship between him and yeosang. afterall, he was the person to pull him back to his senses after his breakup from wooyoung.
he hated to admit it but he was his getaway from wooyoung. he used his presence to get over wooyoung but in the midst of it found himself falling for him. his mere actions were enough to turn his heart eyes on.
he was scared to admit it but he couldn't deny it any longer. he still found himself falling for yet another person who he hoped was his soulmate.
yeosang's fingers touched his wrist, a burning sensation travelling through his skin to his neck and his cheeks turned crimson at the thought of it.
"i am okay now. you can go and shower."
with a light shove, san pushed yeosang towards bathroom before waddling to his bed. he wanted to erase all the thoughts that were starting to envelope his mind in a sudden feeling of desire.
"get ready, we can go to watch a movie then."
hearing his words, a bubble of excitement burst within him and he desperately waited for yeosang to lock the door before jumping towards his wadrobe skimming through the collection of all his clothes.
he paired the black pants with a black shirt before pausing for a brief second only to realise that it was winter.
"i will wear something pretty only for it to be hidden under my jacket."
he pulled a gray hoodie over his head and then put on a matching overcoat on his bed.
clicking a picture of his outfit, he sent it to seonghwa and yunho, asking for their approval. within seconds, he received their replies dissing his selection of outfit.
he heard the door of the bathroom and he raised his gaze only for it to be fixed to the man standing in front of him.
if there was somebody who could pull a simple outfit in such an aesthetic way, it was definitely none other than yeosang. before he could register what he was doing, he lips moved on their own as he stood up.
