𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.

𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀.

each day, changmin would learn something different about choi chanhee: like how he loves to cook yet absolutely despises tomatoes, or how he didnt know how to swim as a twenty two year old boy.

how an angel had come upon this world, changmin did not know. what he also didnt know was how he got a chance for that angel to bless his eyes nearly every day. some days the brunette couldnt make it, sure, and of course there were days where chanhee wasnt feeling the best (he would always be informed by younghoon, and he had never been happier), but nearly was good enough if he couldnt make it be for eternity.

at some point, changmin started to think that this was quite stalker-like of him. but, like every stalker, his excuse was that he was just so captivating. he would like to say that he couldnt help it, but he could. he just didnt want to.

he didnt realize the hand waving in front of his face until a few moments later, causing him to shake his head and look at whoever it was. when did sunwoo get here?

"hey lovebird, how long have you been staring?" the younger snorted, plopping down in the seat across from changmin without asking him. whatever, the brunette was used to his audacity at this point.

"i am not staring." that was wrong. even changmin knew that was wrong.

"its obvious, dumbass, literally everyone except that dense bitch knows you have heart eyes for chanhee at this point." sunwoo knew him? oh, great, hes probably heard heaps of embarrassing stories about him now.

"how do you know him?"

"math tutor." he had answered plainly, scrolling through his phone already as he waited for whatever would be disgusting to changmin to arrive. "he thinks youre interesting, by the way."

"interesting?" changmin had repeated dumbly, looking away from the singer for a moment to look at the younger before him.

"yeah, interesting. he knows about so many things."

"kim sunwoo, i fucking hate you."