chapter twenty-seven (1/2)

"We should..." Byunghun started, cut off by Chanhee pressing his lips to his again. Byunghun smiled, but pulled back, "We should go back to your house."

Chanhee pressed his lips to the other's again, "No we shouldn't."

"Chanhee, it's pouring. We're going to get sick." Byunghun said through kisses.

"I can't bring myself to care." Chanhee mumbled.

"If we go home, you can give me some clothes and watch me undress and kiss me all you want. We can even shower together."

Chanhee blushed, pushing Byunghun away, "Whoa, WHOA." He shouted, walking away from Byunghun, shaking his head.

Byunghun laughed, running up to the older boy and wrapping his arms around his wait, kissing Chanhee's neck all over.

"That makes it really hard to walk, Byunghun."

"I can't bring  myself to care."

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They were dripping, clothes clinging to their skin, shaking their bones in cold. Neither of them had noticed just how bad it was outside until they stepped inside of Chanhee's house.

Chanhee was fretting, moving around his house to find clothes to fit Byunghun when he heard something heavy drop on the floor.