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Wooseok didn't know where or how he ended up falling for the Japanese boy. Maybe it was when he would happen to hold him anytime the other would go through something hard. Like the night he trusted Wooseok with what happened with his mother. The memory of that night was branded into his mind.

Maybe it was the way he put Wooseok in his place. Anytime he would try to flirt with him in public, the boy would scoff and tell him to shut up. He would go to his baseball games, and cheer him on from the stands. The boy would roll his eyes, trying to hide the obvious smile that wanted to take over his face.

Or maybe it was how he treated Akari like his own daughter. He was always worried about her, and tried to give her what she needed. Just the thought that he could ever do anything to harm her made him almost laugh. If anything, he would harm anything that ever harmed her. Wooseok would give them rides, and the two would be talking in their own language, Wooseok catching onto a few words.

Maybe it was the kiss that was still in his head. He hadn't brought it up, because he knew he might piss the other off, but it was stuck in his head. He'd close his eyes, and he'd wonder what it would be like to have him next to him. He always found himself at his house rather than his own. His parents had tried to ask what he was doing spending all his time out, but he wouldn't answer them.

No matter how he thought about it, it all lead to one thing. It had just happened to him. It snuck up on him the night he was laying with him between his legs. Yuto was sleeping, soft snores leaving his mouth. He's held him while he fell asleep before, but this time was...different. There was something else in the air, and even though he couldn't name it, he could feel it. It wrapped around him like a blanket.

Not the blanket around them, but rather the one laying on him. Yuto was like his own blanket who was warmer than he ever thought he could be. The light from the tv highlighted his features. The shadow on his cheek of his lashes, and dark hair framing his face perfectly.

He had brushed the hair back, tucking the slightly long hair behind his ear. The other had stirred, turning and wrapping his arm around his waist. Wooseok laughed, laying back more. He had somehow drifted off also, waking up when he heard the front door open.

He blinked his eyes open, watching as Yuto's father walked in with Akari. He looked down, his heart fluttering. Yuto was laying on him, head resting on his chest. Wooseok's arm had wrapped around his waist, holding him against him. Their legs were tangled together, and the blanket was halfway off the couch.

"Awe! Look!" he could hear Akari say. He quickly closed his eyes, not wanting them to know he was awake. He could hear Yuto's father laugh softly, walking to turn the tv off.

"They are cute." his voice spoke softly.

"I want to find someone like Wooseok." Akari said while her father laughed, Wooseok wanting to laugh along with him.

"Why Wooseok?" he could hear him walking closer.

"Because he's sweet. He takes us to school, and he takes care of Yuto." Yuto's father picked the blanket up, stretching it out more. He placed it over them again, turning the light off in the corner.

"He does?" he could almost hear the way she nodded her head. His father laughed, pushing her up the stairs. When their voices had faded, he opened his eyes again. Yuto was still sleeping, his hair in his face again. Wooseok smiled softly, tucking the hair back again.

He stared at him for a while, before closing his eyes again. He was almost asleep, when Yuto suddenly sat up from him. He groaned, the weight making it sort of hard to breathe. "Holy shit, Akari." he went to get up, but Wooseok grabbed his arm.

"She's here." Yuto scoffed.

"She's at school. I need to go get her." Wooseok looked up at him, trying to hold back his smile.

"Your dad picked her up." he furrowed his brows.

"This isn't a dream, right?" Wooseok laughed.

"Why would it be a dream?" He narrowed his eyes, flicking him on the forehead.
Wooseok slapped his hand away, rubbing his now hurt head.

"What the fuck?" Yuto laughed, shaking his head.

"Okay so it's not a dream." He went to stand, when Wooseok pulled him back down. He couldn't help himself from wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

"And I wasn't kidding when I said your dad was home." He looked at him with furrowed brows.

"He is here?" He nodded.

"Go back to bed though. You haven't slept right in a while." He sighed, looking around. Wooseok pulled him closer, moving so they both could lay on the couch. Yuto didn't even try to push him away.

He tucked him under his arm, laying his head on top of his. Yuto sighed, resting his hand on his chest. Wooseok smiled, his mind becoming fuzzy. He looked down at him, a soft smile on his face.

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