As confused as Zelo was right now, he still couldn’t help the blush from invading most of his features when Chanhee hugged him - hugged him voluntarily, mind you. While he had absolutely no idea what the other was babbling, his mind didn’t seem to register it anyway considering he was too busy having an inner attack over how close Chanhee was to him at the moment. “C-Channie,” he sputtered, fingers only mere centimeters away from touching the angel’s waist. They itched to touch but Zelo knew better; he was confused and there was definitely no way he was going to confuse himself even more by doing the impossible.
"W-Wait, what are you saying? I didn’t run, what’s going on?" But he liked it, having Chanhee flushed close to his body. The warmth of the brunet against his own was absolutely stimulating. Zelo wanted to embrace the elder.
Death stuttering was probably one of the cutest things he had ever encountered. Chanhee nuzzled into his lover's warmth and smiled, exhaling a breath of contentment. The Angel couldn't have picked a better time to see his boyfriend, especially since they had gone through months already without seeing each other. Obviously, the whole reason they were apart dated back to the time when Ilhoon pissed off Death altogether; not only had Hell broken loose, every creature in their respected worlds had to crawl out of the shit hole they were placed in.
Chanhee shuddered at the memory; one unhappy Reaper meant hell for everyone else; even Other Chanhee. The Angel bit his lip and buried his face into Zelo's shoulder; the other was tall, it was hard enough trying to reach up but the brunet managed. The lack of arms around him saddened him, however, Chanhee wondered if Death was still upset with him.
He pulled back and observed his lover's flawless features. He seemed confused... why? "Junhong? What's wrong? Are you okay? You look a little flushed... Are you sick?" But that couldn't be, Junhong was Death so why was he ill?
