With U // YunGi

Moving Couples

"You can sleep if you want to, you know," Jongho said after catching a glimpse of Yeosang nodding off to his right.

It had been around two weeks since Yunho's graduation ceremony, and that was how long it took for Yunho to fully move out of Jongho's penthouse.

It was a Friday, but Jongho had taken a day off and was driving home, with Yeosang riding shotgun and a few suitcases with his belongings loaded onto the backseats.

Yeosang shook his head. "How could I? It's already too much for you to drive... you're not my personal driver or anything; I can't fall asleep."

Jongho chuckled as they stopped at a red light. Yeosang took this chance to turn in his seat, so his body was facing Jongho. "Maybe I should just stay with my flatmate instead."

Jongho turned his head abruptly. "Don't be ridiculous! Half your things are already in my home. Well, our home - almost." Before Yeosang could say a word, he added, as an afterthought, "Wait, are you changing your mind? You don't want us to live together anymore? Are we moving too fast?"

That was at least the third time Yeosang had elicited such a reaction from Jongho. He wobbled his head like a bobble-head doll on a roller coaster. "No, of course not. I just feel a little sorry - I mean, you've given me a lot already, and now you're letting me live at your place for free—"

Yeosang saw something flash green in the corner of his eye. He tapped Jongho on the arm. "The light turned green, let's go."

Jongho looked up, acknowledging him, yet instead of stepping on the gas pedal, he let his hands slip off the wheel and crossed them in front of his chest.

The drivers behind them were already starting to honk their car horns.

"Jongho, we have to go!" Through the rear window, Yeosang saw the infuriated expression of the woman behind them.

But Jongho only pouted and lifted his legs up, as if to show that driving forward was the last thing he wanted to do in the world.

"I'm not going. Not until you make me believe that you do want to live with me as much as I do with you." Jongho turned away petulantly. "And here I thought we were boyfriends."

Yeosang heard a faint, incoherent shout directed at them. More horns that were sounding increasingly impatient. He had a feeling that if they didn't make way soon, someone would come up to them and complain, or worse, call the police.

"I do! Of course I do!" Yeosang resolved to unbuckling his seat belt so that he could lean forward and get closer to Jongho, who was still looking the other way. Yeosang put on a big smile, but he couldn't stop his palms from sweating. "I'm just not used to being taken care of, not to mention being- being loved and protected by someone else." Yeosang knew his face was already reddening from embarrassment, but he had to continue. He could sense that Jongho was giving in. "This is just who I am - I may be pushing you away sometimes, but I'm actually very happy when you're being nice to me. I like the feeling of being loved..."

To Yeosang's relief, Jongho face lit up. That man's emotions were like a switch sometimes - either on or off, no in between, and as long as you hit it right, it changes immediately.

Jongho returned to a driver's posture, his legs tucked in properly, body facing the front. Yeosang watched the traffic light turn back to red right after they passed the crossroad, and was glad to hear that the horns and curses directed at them were starting to fade.

"You better not be lying, jagiya."

Yeosang almost choked on his own saliva. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the seat belt, not daring to meet eyes with Jongho. Just by feeling the palpitations of his heart hammering against his chest, Yeosang knew that he would never get used to that nickname.