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small mention of racism.
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"do you want me to dry your hair?"
chan looked over at hansol, nodding happily and eagerly sitting in between his legs, passing his towel over to the older boy. he gently dried chan's hair with both hands. he let himself close his eyes, feeling relaxed more than ever. "how was your day today?"
"it was fine," hansol answered nonchalantly. "i spent most of the day with you."
"that's true," chan replied. "it'd be funny if you said awful, we'd probably need to have a talk."
"a week in and we already need to go to couples therapy," they both laughed at hansol's joke.
chan's hair didn't take long to dry, so he leaned his head against vernon's thigh, looking up from under his slightly wet bangs. hansol already knew what to do, he bent down until he was only a few centimeters away from kissing chan. he grinned, and chan realized he was teasing him. so he grabbed his face and brought hansol down until their lips connected. when they pulled back, chan blinked.
"can i ask you something?"
hansol returned to his original position, sitting up. "of course."
chan pursed his lips, hesitating. "how come we haven't gone on a date yet?"
as if he was shocked to hear that, hansol tilted his head, lips parted. "what?"
"it's been a week, you know? we haven't had a proper date."
"oh," hansol says pathetically. "i just... i'm sorry. i didn't really think of that? i thought those movie nights we had together were considered dates."
chan wasn't going to deny how nice those days were. "i loved those, hansollie. but, i kinda wanted to go out somewhere." he paused, looking over at hansol. "do you wanna go on a date with me?"
hansol laughed, leaning down to wrap his arms around chan's neck. "of course, i'd be honoured. wouldn't it be weird if i said no?"
chan smacked his thigh, and as hansol started to laugh, his usual grin taking over his features, chan couldn't help but think how lucky he was.
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"oh my god," hansol gazed upon the building, starstruck. "our old elementary school."
he sounded so shocked his tone came out monotone. chan was expecting that kind of reaction as they walked around the school, hugging his arms as the cold breeze disheveled their hair. hansol looked at him, eyes fond and somewhat emotional. "this is bringing back a lot of memories."
"remember that one teacher who taught English? everyone hated her," chan snorted along with hansol who exaggeratly nodded his head. "and everyone liked teacher Kim instead."
"she transferred to our middle school and remember when the students called her hot?" hansol shivered in disgust, chan giggling at his judgemental expression. "there was always that one kid who was a fucking creep in middle school."
"you're talking about jiyoo, right?" chan had to balance his hands on his knees from laughing so much, his stomach began to curl in pain. "god, he used to have a crush on literally every female teacher and couldn't stop talking about them!"
they leaned against the bike rack. however, the metal was too cold, so hansol took chan's hands in his and brought him closer, and he was practically leaning against hansol's body, instead. he wrapped an arm around chan, letting the limb hang loosely. chan carded his fingers through his hand, his head falling onto hansol's shoulder. "do you know when i first fell in love with you?"
chan's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, his face feeling slightly warm despite the cold weather. "when?"
hansol sighed, looking up as if he was thinking. "well, it was during the time where people started to bully me for being mixed, and you were the only one to defend me."
"hansol," chan said gently, "of course i defended you. they were being racist. how could i just sit back and watch?" he hesitated, before asking, "is that really the reason you fell for me?"
"yes... and no," he turned his head, facing chan, eyes locked. "when we had our end of the year party, you took me to the center of the floor and just... danced. you looked like a fool-" chan scoffed at the insult, "a cute fool. do you know how much i thought of you as more of a friend after that. i literally couldn't stop thinking of you, channie."
chan's lips curled in a smiled, looking away bashfully. "you're so damn sweet, makes me want to puke, to be honest."
"and you're so romantic," hansol said sarcastically, but he still forcefully turned chan's head, connecting their lips.
he pulled chan closer to his body, their chests pressed against each other. chan could feel how much warmer hansol was, sliding his arms around his neck, tugging him down. he stood on his tip toes as hansol placed his hands on chan's waist, holding onto him tenderly. he walked backwards until chan's ass hit the metal bike rack, pinning him to it. an embarrassingly high pitched whine slipped out of chan's mouth and he pulled back, breathless.
"what the hell," chan panted. "how did you get so good at that?"
hansol smirked, "practice?"
if that's how hansol wanted to practice, hopefully they do it everyday.
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