Until Hell Freezes Over

"I-" He pursed his lips. "I do not know what to say." He admitted meekly. Seungcheol chuckled, the sound igniting warmth inside him.

"You do not have to say anything," He said. "I merely said what I have been thinking all these weeks."

Patches of vermillion bloomed on the apple of his cheeks at the straightforward confession. Jeonghan grinned, lips quirking teasingly despite the strange pitter-patter of his heart.

"You have been thinking about me?" He taunted. Seongcheol's irises suddenly turned dark, almost smoldering, not batting an eye at being on the receiving end of Jeonghan's teasing.

Jeonghan's smile faltered slightly.

"Everyday."

*

Where Jeonghan and Seungcheol's worlds collide on a cold November morning and their lives are irrevocably changed forevermore.