though he has never been the most adventurous child out there, the same couldn’t be said about his younger brother, who was doing dangerous things and getting new bruises on a daily basis and with the wish of continuously care for him soonyoung soon learned how to heal wounds. with a light and caring hand, his brother wouldn’t let anyone but young take care of him, and soonyoung always made sure to treat others with the same amount of care. he moves quickly through titus that, once again focusing on something other than the huge tension between them that’s flooding the room at the same time he wants to titus to feel the less pain possible. yet, soonyoung is surprised to find himself mildly enjoying this moment, his body instinctively longing for more than that, wanting to touch him again like they used to do; luckily for him, he’s able to use his rational side to suppress such feelings, preventing him to make a fool of himself. once he’s done cleaning and applying medicine to it, young washes his hand and only them he allows himself to look back at titus. “you’re welcome. i’m making us dinner.” young is not sure of what else to add at the end of his sentence, so he just bites his lips and moves to the door, “call me if you need anything else. there are painkillers in there as well,” he adds quickly before going out. the air outside of the bathroom is not nearly as heavy as the one inside, and as if he was being choked for a long time young takes a deep breath — who knew breathing techniques would help him so much when with titus again. he finishes their dinner soon after, placing two bowls for them next to each other on the table, soonyoung would tell himself it was because of the candles, but deep down he knows he just wants to be closer to titus and he hates himself for that. the thunders continue to explode outside, the rain falling heavily over them.
the moment soonyoung had left, his lungs filled to the brim with oxygen. there was nothing more suffocating than the aftermath of their relationship. as much as he’d want to protest, titus lets the other leave. another excuse to stay longer. it used to be easy spending time under the same roof, being domestic. the fire detector’s intolerable noise as titus sets flames to yet another pan he had purchased for ruining the last. the gentle scolding he’d receive from the other who would wonder when his boyfriend would stop cooking. the soft kisses pressed to soonyoung’s features as he tries to distract him from having messed up a romantic dinner. it was never serious with the two, they’d never really raise their voices in a way that hurt one another. only the walls they’d build would tear their heart apart bit by bit, unable to reconcile. wounds properly aided for, titus mentally curses at himself for enjoying the scent of soonyoung’s shirt far too much. one candle in hand, he’ll seat himself before one of the bowls absentmindedly. the expression on his face blank, doing his best not to wear his heart on his sleeve. anything but that. his focus moves to the scent from the candles, nothing pleasing but bearable he assumes. “you didn’t have to do all of this. it’s just me, soon.” leaning back into the chair as he lets himself look to the boy whose beauty shines even with the dimly lit candles. perhaps he’s staring for too long. so what, he thinks. “besides, you look like you need to eat more.” of course he’ll notice how the other’s face has lost some weight, he knows work kept soonyoung busy. “come sit, i’ll bring water and stuff.” was he being too obvious? the border between worried and friendly was thin for titus, he wasn’t really sure how to act around the boy.
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