f.｡.:*･ﾟﾟ┊ — the tears don’t cease their cascade, and he’s quickly learning how to look past them to the emotions kyeo seems to want him to see. something small like a distant star winking in the dark pool of kyeo’s eyes, a nebula of thoughts swirl behind his gaze but so few of them are vocalized. truth be told he can’t even begin to predict what kyeo is thinking, what that blanket of stars is really about, but just the fact that he can see it there, unhidden by the blur of tears, strengthens his resolve.
kyeo is soft, and there’s a depth that can’t easily be seen at first glance, and seungwon can relate in some way. and when those words, that confirmation, parts from his lips, seungwon exhales in relief.
he bites back a smile that bubbles forward but doesn’t commit to the corners of his lips.
he reminisces about meeting, the way kyeo fell apart that day, in such desperate need of a hand, a friend, looking so alone huddled there, unable to catch his breath, tears flooding much like they were now. seungwon recalls how pale the boy was and how, he never once questioned himself after he crouched down and told him to breathe, and kyeo looked at him, a bit afraid, unassuming and uncomfortable.
they shouldn’t have became friends. they shouldn’t have became anything really, he should have gone about his business but, it was the breathless gratitude and vulnerability that did it. seungwon nodded, a bit awkward, a little quiet, but he didn’t run away from this. he stood his ground, and because he extended himself, he met kyeo. truly met kyeo, not as the kid who needed a hand but kyeo who was so so much more than just that.
he licks his lips, his heart clambers between his ribs, a strange excitement that makes him wonder how long it had been, if ever, since he’d been willing to spend this much time with someone beyond professional or forced company.
it takes a second, and he can’t speak and he can’t smile, but he squeezes kyeo’s hand so lightly, timidly. “alright.” it’s a fault of his that he’s always been a man of few words, but he hopes that means they count for more when he does speak. he hopes his actions speak louder.
kyeo’s hand is warm, and the way he opens his arms, invitation clear and so endearing, makes seungwon freeze, shock and a strange kind of affection seeping in. it might be sudden in ways, but it doesn’t feel so much so when he glances down between them, at kyeo’s warm hand. he initiated that gesture, he initiated all of this really. he always initiates everything between them; everything but this.
he finds that he doesn’t want to turn it down, doesn’t know how to respond either so he ducks his face, hides beneath the brim of his hat as he moves, navigates across to slip into the heat of the blanket and into kyeo’s side with a bite of his lip that he hopes can’t be seen. settling in he finds it difficult to get comfortable here, side to side, hand in hand, but for a different reason entirely than he thought. his ears burn and he tries to behave normally.
“hungry?” he asks, he hopes switching the subject might help kyeo out of the final throes of his panic attack which seungwon fervently hopes is receding (and because being this close is making his heart slam and his thoughts scramble and he doesn’t know what else to do).
a thought pops up a second later and he lets it free without even a hesitation, natural and light of tone in a way that spoke to the level he was letting kyeo sink into his subconsciousness. make it past his filter. he gazes at their clasped hands as he speaks. “oh, uh. i hope you don’t mind…” he nods across the room to the bag he had carried in and instantly thrown away, “got you something.” he manages a smile, a real one, turning his chin to look back at kyeo.
◮´ ▸ ——— ▒░ KYEO WONDERS IF seungwon really does understand how much this means to him . having someone to hold , a hand to squeeze , a body to lean on ... it feels so different for kyeo yet so appreciated . kyeo truly does wonder if seungwon realizes that it means so much to him having someone like him here . seungwon is doing so much more than kyeo ever expects someone to do anyway ... and what he expects is basically nothing .
seungwon asks if kyeo is hungry — of course he is , but he does not have a lot of food to just snack on here . he does not say that but instead just lightly shrugs and blinking away the last few tears from his emotional episode . of course , he has not really began to think about his other needs and cannot seem to find himself straying from the way they are positioned right now . even the thought of hunger is pushed aside by the warmth kyeo feels being so close to the taller male he feels some kind of ... want for . kyeo feels that ... at this point , any other person would have made their move by now , but , kyeo ? he likes thing the way they are , title or not .
upon hearing that seungwon has bought something for him , kyeo perks up completely . not only do people rarely visit him , comfort him , or even openly stay with him , but they also don’t ever really buy him things . overall , he is used to spending a life by himself and providing for himself because he just isn’t good at finding people to help make his way . for a split second he thinks about how it would feel to have seungwon fill that role but he snaps himself out of it in order to keep himself from the feeling of what could be rejection . instead , he puts on a soft smile for the other male and shimmies the blanket off of them both before saying , ❝ what did you get me ? ❞
of course , kyeo wants to find out himself . he takes a moment to release the grip on their hands . then , he gently and playfully place his hands on the same arm attached to the hand he was holding , pushing very lightly as the smile on his face deepens . one can just start to see the dimple that shyly appears on one of his cheeks with the way he shows the sudden change in emotion just from one thing seungwon says . he can only name a few people who make him feel like this — yijun , hanuel — but it is far less than the amount of people someone should have in their life to make them feel this way . and even then , the sudden flush of emotion he feels in this moment is different than anything hanuel or yijun can give him . he loves it , and he hopes it will stay ... how long , though , kyeo won’t be selfish .
kyeo allows his fingers to now dig lightly into seungwon’s arm to hold onto it , but also urge him to go and get whatever he brought . ❝ go get it — ❞ he speaks in almost a whisper . ❝ i want to know what you got me ! ❞
