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kou has done little to hide his feelings for yuwol since his accidental confession. in truth, he's found no reason to – yuwol knows now, and kou has never been very good at keeping secrets from him. though after everything that had transpired, kou would've thought that maybe, just maybe, yuwol would've put some distance between them.
after all, not only did kou confess, he found himself lying next to yuwol in bed at four in the morning after almost losing all semblance of normalcy. still, for some odd reason, even that hadn't been enough to deter yuwol from kou. not that kou minds, he encourages it even, welcomes it with open arms.
he's kissed yuwol now, a few times (he's losing count), but it never really does feel like enough. he doesn't want to push for anything more though, at least not yet, not now. not until the moment is right. he's content with this, yuwol by his side – even if there isn't a name to it. even if he's unsure if his feelings are reciprocated. they must be though, right? to an extent? at the very least, yuwol must sort of like him enough. probably not as much as kou does, or in the way kou does either. but he's fine with that, with whatever it is – if it meant that he could stay next to yuwol a little longer.
it really is all he can think of as yuwol sits beside him in his apartment. his tiny, but homely apartment – his guitar by the side of the couch, engineering books splayed across his table, and plants hung near the side of the windows. it's simplistic, with most of the decor being photos of his friends from japan, a rainbow, and his mother's paintings.
he raises his hand, and without much thought he gently grazes over the mark he'd left on yuwol's neck a while back – it's still there, yet not as purple as before, almost as though it had begun to fade. that leaves a sick feeling in kou's stomach, he doesn't like how faint it looks, had preferred when it was bright and a mix of purple and red.
oh. right. he hadn't invited yuwol over for that, not at all. if anything, it had been for a simple hangout. kou was simply bored and he liked yuwol's company – that had always been true, even before he'd come to realize his own feelings. he pulls his hand away and stands up, making way towards the kitchen. "ah, i've got some ice cream from japan, it's really sweet. i'll go get us some."
