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The afternoon sun filtered through Little Stars Daycare's cheerful yellow curtains, casting long shadows across the rainbow-colored play mats. The familiar scents of apple juice, disinfectant, and well-loved crayons filled the air as the last few children were collected by their parents. But in the quiet corner, four-year-old Oh Sakuya sat cross-legged on his mat, arms folded tightly across his chest, lower lip jutting out in what Kim Daeyoung had come to recognize as his most devastating pout.

"Sakuya-chan, your papa will be here soon," Daeyoung said gently, crouching down to meet the little boy's watery brown eyes. After two months of teaching at Little Stars, he'd learned to read each child's moods, but Sakuya's were particularly transparent.

"No sit-sit with Papa and Daeyoung-teacher!" Sakuya's voice wobbled with the threat of tears. Tiny fists, perpetually smudged with marker or paint, rubbed at his eyes. "Always Papa take Sakuya and go zoom-zoom home! No talk-talk time!"

This again. Daeyoung felt the familiar squeeze in his chest. For the past three weeks, this had been their daily ritual. The moment Oh Sion arrived-all sharp business suits that seemed impossibly out of place among the finger paintings, apologetic smiles, and a perpetual look of gentle exhaustion that did funny things to Daeyoung's pulse-Sakuya would plant himself firmly between the two adults, demanding they "sit-sit together."

It was endearing. It was also professionally inappropriate and personally dangerous territory that Daeyoung had been trying very hard to avoid thinking about.

Stop it, he told himself firmly. He's a parent. You're his son's teacher. And he's wearing a wedding ring.

That last part was the most important reminder. The thin gold band on Sion's left hand was like a neon sign warning Daeyoung to keep his growing attraction in check. Because that's what it was, wasn't it? Attraction. To a married man. To a parent whose child he taught.

Professional boundaries, Daeyoung. Remember those exist for a reason.

The electronic chime of the daycare door interrupted his internal lecture. Sion appeared in the doorway, briefcase in one hand, his dark tie already loosened at the collar. His shoulders carried the familiar slump of someone who'd fought through another long day of meetings and deadlines. But his gaze was sharp, immediately finding his son across the room.

Daeyoung felt that ridiculous flutter again-the one he'd been experiencing with increasing frequency whenever Sion appeared. It was like being seventeen again, except he was twenty-six and should know better.

"Papa!" Sakuya didn't run to his father as most children would. Instead, he plopped down more firmly on his mat, a tiny, adorable protestor making his stand. "Sit-sit time first!"

Sion's shoulders sagged in visible surrender. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up in a way that somehow made him look more human, more approachable. "Sakuya, we really should-"

"Five minutes," Daeyoung heard himself saying before his brain could stop his mouth. "What's five minutes of sit-sit time?"

The grateful look Sion gave him was bright enough to power the entire building. For a moment, the exhaustion in his dark eyes completely vanished, replaced by something warm and appreciative that made Daeyoung's stomach do a little somersault.

Oh no. This is not good.

But he found himself settling onto one of the small cushions anyway, watching as Sion folded his long frame onto another. They looked ridiculous-two grown men trying to fit onto furniture designed for preschoolers-but Sakuya's delighted giggle made it worth the awkwardness.

"Now we talk-talk!" Sakuya announced with satisfaction, positioning himself between them like a tiny mediator. "Papa tell Daeyoung-teacher about work day!"

"Oh, well..." Sion's cheeks flushed slightly. "I don't think Daeyoung-teacher wants to hear about boring legal documents."

"You're a lawyer?" Daeyoung found himself asking, genuinely curious.

"Corporate law, unfortunately. Not nearly as exciting as it sounds on TV." Sion's smile was self-deprecating. "Mostly contracts and compliance reviews. What about you? How long have you been teaching?"

"Two years. I did my student teaching here and they offered me a position." Daeyoung felt some of his nervousness ease as they fell into normal conversation. "Before that, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Took some time to figure things out."

"Good job, Papa!" Sakuya interrupted, clapping his hands. "Now Daeyoung-teacher tell Papa about his day too!"

They spent the next ten minutes in surprisingly easy conversation, mediated by Sakuya's occasionally bizarre four-year-old logic. Daeyoung learned that Sion's favorite coffee order was "whatever has the most caffeine," that he'd never seen half the animated movies his son loved, and that he had a dimple in his left cheek when he smiled genuinely.

Stop cataloging his facial features, Daeyoung scolded himself.

When they finally stood to leave, Sion paused at the door. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For... this. I know it's not exactly standard pickup procedure."

"It's fine," Daeyoung replied, trying to ignore how the low timbre of Sion's voice affected him. "Sakuya just wants his favorite people to be friends."

Something flickered across Sion's expression-too quick to interpret-before he smiled. "Have a good evening, Daeyoung."

The use of his name, without the formal "teacher" suffix, sent an entirely inappropriate thrill through Daeyoung's system.

This is going to be a problem.

The next morning brought rain and the particular chaos that always accompanied wet weather at a daycare. Children arrived damp and cranky, parents were rushed and frazzled, and the indoor energy reached fever pitch by mid-morning.

Daeyoung was helping Yeonna tie her shoes when his colleague Minji appeared at his elbow.

"So," she said in the conspiratorial whisper that meant gossip was incoming, "I couldn't help but notice yesterday's extended pickup session with Mr. Oh."

"It was five minutes," Daeyoung replied, not looking up from the stubborn shoelaces.

"Uh-huh. And last Thursday's ten-minute 'sit-sit time'? And the day before that when you three had what looked like a very cozy chat by the reading corner?"

Daeyoung finally glanced up to find Minji wearing her most knowing expression. At thirty-two, she'd been at Little Stars for six years and had developed an almost supernatural ability to read both children and adults.

"His son is going through a phase," Daeyoung said carefully. "He wants his father and me to be friends. It would be more disruptive to refuse than to just... accommodate for a few minutes."

"Mm-hmm." Minji's tone suggested she wasn't buying it for a second. "And the fact that Mr. Oh is incredibly attractive has nothing to do with your willingness to accommodate?"

"He's married," Daeyoung said firmly, as much to remind himself as to end the conversation.

"Is he?" Minji's eyebrows rose. "Have you ever actually seen Mrs. Oh? Because in two years of Sakuya being here, I don't think I have."

Before Daeyoung could process that information properly, Sakuya himself appeared, tugging on Daeyoung's sleeve with urgent determination.

"Daeyoung-teacher! Sakuya has new plan for today!"

"What kind of plan, sweetheart?"

"Tea party plan!" Sakuya announced proudly. "For Papa and Daeyoung-teacher! Sakuya make special invitation!"

He held up a piece of construction paper covered in crayon drawings of teacups, cookies, and what appeared to be two stick figures holding hands. In wobbly letters across the top, it read: "Papa + Daeyoung-teacher = Tea Time."

Minji made a small choking sound that might have been suppressed laughter.

"That's very thoughtful," Daeyoung said weakly. "But-"

"No buts!" Sakuya declared with four-year-old authority. "Sakuya already set up special table!"

He led them to the dramatic play area, where he'd indeed arranged a elaborate tea party setup. The small table was set with plastic teacups, play food, and even a makeshift centerpiece made from blocks and silk flowers. Two tiny chairs flanked the table, along with one of the taller stools from the art area.

"Very fancy," Minji observed. "I can see a lot of planning went into this."

"Sakuya work very hard," the little boy confirmed seriously. "Now just wait for Papa!"

When Sion arrived that afternoon, he looked even more frazzled than usual. His tie was slightly askew, there was a coffee stain on his otherwise pristine shirt, and his hair suggested he'd been running his hands through it.

"Rough day?" Daeyoung found himself asking as Sion approached.

"Client meeting ran three hours over schedule," Sion replied, then seemed to catch himself. "Sorry, I shouldn't complain. How was Sakuya today?"

"Papa! Papa!" Sakuya's voice carried across the room before Daeyoung could answer. "Come see! Sakuya make surprise!"

Sion's expression shifted from tired businessman to fond father as he took in the elaborate tea party setup. "Did you do all this yourself?"

"With little help from friends," Sakuya admitted. "But mostly Sakuya! Is for special tea time with Papa and Daeyoung-teacher!"

Sion glanced at Daeyoung, something unreadable in his expression. "You don't have to-"

"It's fine," Daeyoung said, though his pulse was already picking up speed. "He worked really hard on it."

Why do you keep doing this to yourself?

But he found himself settling onto one of the tiny chairs anyway, watching as Sion attempted to fold his long frame onto the other. At well over six feet, Sion looked absolutely ridiculous trying to fit onto furniture designed for preschoolers, but he gamely accepted the plastic teacup Sakuya thrust at him with the diplomatic gravity of a world leader.

"Daeyoung-teacher sit on tall chair," Sakuya directed, apparently having thought through the logistics. "Better for grown-up legs."

As Daeyoung moved to the stool, he found himself much closer to Sion than before. Close enough to notice that his cologne was subtle and expensive-smelling. Close enough to see the faint lines around his eyes that spoke of late nights and early mornings. Close enough to wonder what it would be like to-

Stop. Right now.

"Now we have proper tea party!" Sakuya announced, settling cross-legged on the floor between them. "Everyone drink pretend tea and talk about favorite things!"

"What kind of favorite things?" Sion asked, his voice holding barely suppressed amusement.

"Like favorite colors! And favorite foods! And..." Sakuya's eyes lit up with mischief, "favorite people!"

Oh, this child is dangerous.

"Well," Sion said carefully, "my favorite color is blue. Like the ocean."

"Boring!" Sakuya declared. "Daeyoung-teacher, what your favorite color?"

"Green," Daeyoung replied. "Forest green, like pine trees."

"Still boring! Now favorite food!"

They worked their way through a surprisingly comprehensive list of favorites, mediated by Sakuya's occasional editorial comments. Daeyoung learned that Sion's favorite food was sushi (though he rarely had time to eat properly), his favorite season was autumn, and his favorite way to spend a day off was reading with Sakuya curled up beside him.

Don't find that adorable. Don't.

"Now favorite people!" Sakuya announced when they'd exhausted other categories.

"Oh, well..." Sion's cheeks colored slightly. "You're my favorite person, little star."

"Sakuya know that! But what about grown-up favorite people?"

The question hung in the air, suddenly loaded with implications that had nothing to do with preschool tea parties. Sion's eyes met Daeyoung's across their son's head, and something passed between them-a moment of shared awareness that this innocent game had ventured into dangerous territory.

"I think," Sion said carefully, "that I'm still figuring that out."

Sakuya seemed satisfied with this answer, launching into a detailed explanation of his own favorite people (which included everyone from his stuffed animals to the mailman). But Daeyoung barely heard him, too focused on the way Sion's gaze kept drifting back to his face.

When they finally stood to leave, Sakuya threw his arms around both their legs in an enthusiastic group hug.

"Best tea party ever!" he declared. "Tomorrow we do something even more fun!"

Tomorrow. Right. Because this was becoming a daily occurrence, and Daeyoung was apparently powerless to stop it.

"Thank you," Sion said quietly as they walked toward the door. "For playing along with all this. I know he can be... persistent."

"He's a good kid," Daeyoung replied. "He just wants the people he loves to be happy."

"Yeah." Sion's voice was soft, thoughtful. "He does."

There was something in his tone that made Daeyoung look up, but Sion was already focusing on bundling Sakuya into his jacket.

"See you tomorrow, Daeyoung," he said, and again that little thrill at hearing his name.

This is definitely going to be a problem.

Wednesday brought construction paper and an ambitious four-year-old with a new strategy.

Daeyoung arrived at work to find Sakuya already deep in concentration at the art table, surrounded by strips of colorful paper, tape, and an alarming amount of glue.

"Morning, Sakuya-chan. What are you working on?"

"Secret project!" Sakuya announced without looking up. "For sit-sit time with Papa and Daeyoung-teacher!"

Of course it is.

Throughout the morning, Sakuya worked with the focused determination of a tiny engineer. He enlisted help from other children to cut paper strips, traded his snack for more tape from Minjun, and somehow convinced Minji to donate several of her precious staples to the cause.

By lunch time, he'd created what could only be described as a paper chain fortress-dozens of colorful loops connected in elaborate patterns across the reading corner.

"Sakuya," Daeyoung said carefully, surveying the construction, "what exactly is this for?"

"Family sitting circle!" Sakuya explained proudly. "Look, Daeyoung-teacher sit here, Papa sit there, and Sakuya sit in middle. Paper chains keep everyone together for proper talk-talk time!"

Daeyoung studied the setup with growing alarm. The paper chains formed a rough triangle on the floor, large enough for three people to sit inside but small enough that they'd be in very close proximity.

This child is either a genius or going to be the death of me.

"It's very creative," he said diplomatically. "But don't you think it might be a little... crowded?"

"Perfect size!" Sakuya insisted. "Just right for family!"

Family. The word hit Daeyoung with unexpected force. Sakuya had been using it more and more lately-not just referring to himself and his father, but including Daeyoung in the designation. It was sweet and heartbreaking and completely inappropriate all at once.

"Sakuya, sweetheart, you know I'm your teacher, not your family, right?"

Sakuya's face scrunched up in the particular expression he wore when adults said things he found baffling. "But Daeyoung-teacher love Sakuya, and Sakuya love Daeyoung-teacher. That family!"

Oh, this child.

"That's a special kind of caring," Daeyoung said gently. "Like how you care about your friends at school. But your real family is you and Papa and Mama Eve."

"Mama Eve say on video call that families can be lots of different ways!" Sakuya countered with four-year-old logic. "And Sakuya want Daeyoung-teacher in our family way!"

Before Daeyoung could figure out how to respond to that, the afternoon pickup chaos began, and he was pulled away to help with coats and backpacks.

But when Sion arrived, Sakuya was ready.

"Papa! Look what Sakuya made!"

Sion stopped short when he saw the paper chain construction, his briefcase nearly slipping from his suddenly slack grip. "That's... quite a project."

"Is family sitting place!" Sakuya announced proudly. "Everyone sit inside for special talk-talk time!"

"Sakuya..." Sion began, but his son was already tugging on his suit jacket.

"Please, Papa? Sakuya work very hard all day!"

Daeyoung watched the internal struggle play out across Sion's features. The responsible parent warring with the man who clearly didn't want to disappoint his child. The businessman who probably had evening work waiting with the father who'd learned to pick his battles.

Say no, Daeyoung thought desperately. Please say no, because I don't trust myself to be that close to you.

"Alright," Sion said with a sigh of defeat. "But just for a few minutes."

Sakuya let out a whoop of triumph and immediately began directing them into position. "Papa sit there, Daeyoung-teacher there, Sakuya in middle!"

The paper chains were deceptively confining. What had looked like a reasonable amount of space from the outside felt much smaller once they were settled inside. Daeyoung found himself sitting cross-legged barely two feet from Sion, close enough to smell his cologne-that same subtle scent he'd noticed before, something clean and masculine that made Daeyoung want to breathe deeper.

Professional thoughts. Have professional thoughts.

"Now we trapped until we talk-talk properly!" Sakuya declared with immense satisfaction. "No escape until everyone share three favorite things!"

"Sakuya," Sion tried, though there was laughter hiding in his voice, "this is a bit-"

"No escape, Papa! Paper chains are magic!"

Sion glanced at Daeyoung, and suddenly they were sharing a look of amused helplessness that felt far too intimate for their circumstances. Like they were co-conspirators in Sakuya's elaborate scheme rather than victim and bystander.

Don't look at him like that. Don't encourage this.

But Daeyoung found himself smiling despite his better judgment. "I think we've been officially captured."

"So it seems." Sion's return smile was warm and genuine, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and brought out that dimple in his left cheek.

Stop noticing his dimple.

"Three favorite things each!" Sakuya reminded them. "Papa first!"

"Let's see..." Sion appeared to give this serious consideration. "Reading on Sunday mornings. Sakuya's laugh when he thinks something is really funny. And... coffee. Definitely coffee."

"Boring grown-up things," Sakuya pronounced with disappointment. "Daeyoung-teacher turn!"

Daeyoung tried to focus on safe, generic answers, but with Sion watching him with those dark, attentive eyes, his mind seemed to short-circuit.

"Um... teaching kids new things. Rainy afternoons when you can stay inside and be cozy. And..." Don't say something stupid. Don't say- "Making people smile when they've had a hard day."

Something shifted in Sion's expression as he said it, a subtle softening that made Daeyoung's pulse skip.

"Now Sakuya!" the little boy announced, apparently oblivious to the undercurrent of tension. "Sakuya favorite things are: playing with blocks, and story time, and when Papa and Daeyoung-teacher sit together like this!"

"Like this?" Sion's voice was carefully neutral.

"Yes! Because then everyone happy and smiley, and Sakuya can pretend we real family!"

The words hung in the air like a small bomb. Daeyoung felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment, certain that Sion would think he'd somehow encouraged this fantasy.

"Sakuya," he began carefully, "we've talked about-"

"I know, I know," Sakuya sighed dramatically. "Different kind of family. But still good, right Papa? Still makes everyone happy?"

Sion was quiet for a long moment, his gaze fixed on something beyond Daeyoung's shoulder. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost hesitant.

"Yes, little star. It makes everyone happy."

The simple words shouldn't have affected Daeyoung as much as they did. Shouldn't have made his heart race or his hands tremble slightly or his breath catch in his throat.

He's being kind to his son. That's all. Don't read more into it.

But when Sion's eyes met his again, there was something there that had nothing to do with parental kindness and everything to do with the dangerous territory they seemed to keep drifting into.

They sat in the paper chain circle for another twenty minutes, long past the point where it could be considered a brief accommodation. They talked about books and movies and the weather, but underneath the safe topics was a current of awareness that had nothing to do with Sakuya's matchmaking schemes and everything to do with the way Sion's laugh sounded genuine for the first time since Daeyoung had known him.

When they finally stood to leave, carefully stepping over the paper chains, Sakuya surveyed his handiwork with deep satisfaction.

"Best talk-talk time ever," he announced. "Tomorrow Sakuya has even better idea!"

Tomorrow. Daeyoung was starting to dread tomorrows.

"Thank you," Sion said quietly as they gathered Sakuya's belongings. "For... all of this. I know it's above and beyond what you should have to do."

"It's fine," Daeyoung replied, though his voice sounded strained even to his own ears. "Really."

"Is it?" Sion's question was soft, searching. "Because sometimes I wonder if we're making things complicated for you. All this... whatever this is that Sakuya's orchestrating."

Yes. You're making things incredibly complicated. You're making me want things I shouldn't want and think about things I shouldn't think about and-

"It's fine," he repeated, because what else could he say?

Sion studied his face for another moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright. But if it ever becomes too much..."

"I'll let you know."

No, you won't. Because that would require admitting why it's too much, and that's not a conversation you can have with a married parent.

As Daeyoung watched them leave-Sakuya chattering excitedly about tomorrow's plans while Sion listened with patient attention-he tried to ignore the part of his brain that was already looking forward to whatever scheme the little boy would devise next.

This is getting out of hand. You need to put a stop to it before-

Before what? Before he did something stupid like develop real feelings for a man he couldn't have? Before he started reading too much into every shared glance and moment of connection?

Too late for both of those things, he realized with a sinking heart.

You're in trouble, Kim Daeyoung. Real trouble.

Thursday morning arrived with unseasonable warmth and Sakuya vibrating with barely contained excitement. He bounced into the daycare clutching his beloved stuffed rabbit-a floppy-eared creature named Carrot that rarely left his bedroom.

"Daeyoung-teacher! Sakuya has very special plan today!"

Of course he does.

"What kind of special plan?" Daeyoung asked, though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.

"Feeling sharing circle!" Sakuya announced proudly. "Like in the big kid books Mama Eve reads! Everyone sits criss-cross applesauce and tells feelings with talking stick!"

He held up Carrot, whose worn fur and missing button eye testified to years of devoted love. "Carrot is talking stick today! Very important job!"

Daeyoung glanced around the room, noting that several other children were watching with interest. Minjun and Yeonna had already abandoned their breakfast to creep closer, drawn by Sakuya's infectious enthusiasm.

"That sounds very thoughtful," Daeyoung said carefully. "But sharing feelings is something we usually do during circle time with everyone, remember?"

"No no," Sakuya shook his head seriously. "Special sharing circle. Just for family people. Papa and Daeyoung-teacher need to share feelings about... about important things!"

Oh no. Oh no no no.

"Sakuya, sweetheart, what kind of important things?"

"Like why Papa always looks tired-sad when he thinks nobody watching. And why Daeyoung-teacher gets smiley-face when Papa comes but then tries to hide smiley-face."

This child is way too observant for his own good.

Minji, who'd been eavesdropping from the art table, made a small choking sound. When Daeyoung shot her a warning look, she quickly became very interested in organizing crayons.

"Those are very grown-up observations," Daeyoung said slowly. "But sometimes grown-up feelings are complicated."

"That why we need sharing circle!" Sakuya said with four-year-old logic. "To make complicated feelings less complicated!"

If only it were that simple.

Throughout the morning, Sakuya worked on setting up his "sharing circle" in the reading corner. He arranged three cushions in a precise triangle, placed Carrot in the center with ceremonial importance, and even created a small sign that read "FEELING CIRCLE - VERY IMPORTINT" in crayon.

"The spelling needs work, but the sentiment is clear," Minji observed during lunch. "You know he's not going to let this go, right?"

"I'm hoping his father will be the voice of reason," Daeyoung replied, though privately he wasn't optimistic. Sion seemed as helpless against Sakuya's schemes as he was.

"Mm-hmm. And how's that working out so far?"

Point taken.

When pickup time arrived, Daeyoung found himself genuinely nervous for the first time. The tea parties and paper chains had been safely superficial-easy to laugh off as childhood imagination. But asking them to share feelings? That was venturing into territory that could reveal far more than was wise.

Sion appeared in the doorway looking harried, his phone pressed to his ear as he finished what sounded like a tense conversation with a client. He ended the call with visible relief, then immediately focused on finding Sakuya.

"Papa!" Sakuya's voice carried across the room. "Perfect timing! Sharing circle ready!"

Sion's steps slowed as he took in the setup-the cushions, the ceremonial rabbit, the hand-lettered sign. His expression was a fascinating mix of fondness, exhaustion, and something that might have been resignation.

"Let me guess," he said as he approached. "Another one of your special projects?"

"Most special!" Sakuya confirmed. "Is feeling sharing circle! Everyone sits and tells truth feelings with talking stick!"

"Truth feelings?" Sion repeated, glancing at Daeyoung with something that looked suspiciously like panic.

"About important things," Sakuya explained seriously. "Like why Papa always works too much and looks sad. And why grown-ups make everything so complicated when it should be simple."

This child is going to give me a heart attack.

"Sakuya," Daeyoung started, "maybe we should-"

"Please?" Sakuya's eyes went wide with that particular brand of four-year-old hope that was impossible to refuse. "Just little bit? Sakuya promise to be very good listener!"

Sion looked at Daeyoung over their son's head, a silent conversation passing between them. Your call, his expression seemed to say. But I'm not strong enough to disappoint him right now.

Neither am I, Daeyoung realized with resignation. And that's exactly the problem.

"Alright," he said slowly. "But just for a few minutes. And only sharing things that are... appropriate to share."

"Yay!" Sakuya clapped his hands together. "Everyone sit in circle! Papa first because he's biggest!"

They settled onto the cushions, Sakuya between them with Carrot clutched in his small hands. The reading corner, cozy at the best of times, felt suddenly intimate with the three of them arranged so closely.

"Now Papa takes talking stick and shares one true feeling!" Sakuya announced, offering Carrot to his father with great ceremony.

Sion accepted the stuffed rabbit with the solemnity the moment seemed to require, though Daeyoung didn't miss the way his hands trembled slightly.

"One true feeling," Sion repeated slowly. "That's... quite a request."

"Can be any feeling," Sakuya assured him. "Happy feeling, sad feeling, worried feeling. Just has to be true."

Sion was quiet for a long moment, his fingers stroking Carrot's worn ears. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, directed more toward the rabbit than toward either of them.

"I guess... I guess I feel grateful. Every day when I come here and see how happy you are, how well you're doing. I feel grateful that you have people who care about you when I can't be here."

He glanced up at Daeyoung briefly, something vulnerable flickering in his dark eyes. "And I feel guilty sometimes. That work takes so much time, that I can't be the father you deserve all the time."

Oh. Daeyoung's chest tightened with unexpected emotion. The raw honesty in Sion's voice, the way he held himself like he was bracing for judgment-it was nothing like the polished businessman facade he usually maintained.

"Papa is best papa in whole world!" Sakuya protested immediately. "Works hard to take care of Sakuya! That makes Papa good, not bad!"

Sion's smile was soft, genuine. "Thank you, little star. But sometimes grown-ups worry about things even when they know better."

"Like what things?"

"Like..." Sion's eyes found Daeyoung's again. "Like whether we're making the right choices. Whether we're brave enough to... to try new things when they might make us happy."

The words hung in the air, loaded with meaning that had nothing to do with four-year-old therapy sessions.

"Now Daeyoung-teacher turn!" Sakuya announced, apparently satisfied with his father's sharing. "Tell true feeling!"

Daeyoung accepted Carrot with hands that were definitely not steady. The rabbit was warm from Sion's touch, worn soft from years of love, and somehow holding it made everything feel more real.

One true feeling. What's one safe feeling I can share?

But as he sat there, with Sion watching him with quiet attention and Sakuya practically vibrating with expectation, safe felt impossible.

"I feel..." he began, then stopped. Tried again. "I feel happy when I see families who clearly love each other. When parents and children have that special connection that makes everything else seem less important."

It was true, if incomplete. He did feel happy seeing Sion and Sakuya together. But he also felt something else-something warm and yearning and completely inappropriate that he couldn't put into words.

"And sometimes," he continued carefully, "I feel hopeful. About... about new possibilities. About connections that might grow into something beautiful if we're brave enough to let them."

Too much. That was too much.

But Sion was looking at him with an expression that made Daeyoung's breath catch-surprise and recognition and something that looked almost like relief.

"Now Sakuya!" the little boy announced, apparently oblivious to the charged atmosphere he'd created. "Sakuya turn with talking stick!"

He hugged Carrot tightly, his small face scrunched up in concentration. "Sakuya feels... excited! Because Papa and Daeyoung-teacher are sharing true feelings like real family!"

There's that word again.

"And Sakuya feels hopeful too! That maybe Papa won't be so tired-sad anymore if he has more people to love him!"

The innocent words hit Daeyoung like a physical blow. The casual assumption that Sion needed more love, that he was tired and sad in ways his four-year-old son could see-it painted a picture that made Daeyoung want to do something stupid like reach across the circle and offer comfort he had no right to give.

"And Sakuya feels very smart for making sharing circle!" he finished proudly. "Because now everyone knows about hopeful feelings!"

If only he knew what he'd actually accomplished.

They sat in the aftermath of too much honesty, the silence stretching until it became almost unbearable. Finally, Sion cleared his throat.

"That was very... enlightening," he said carefully. "Thank you for sharing with us, Daeyoung."

The formal politeness stung more than Daeyoung expected. Of course. What did you think would happen? That he'd suddenly confess his feelings because his four-year-old son played therapist?

"We should probably head home," Sion continued, already starting to stand. "It's getting late, and Sakuya has school tomorrow."

"No!" Sakuya protested, clutching Carrot tighter. "More sharing! Sakuya has questions about grown-up feelings!"

"Another time, little star," Sion said gently but firmly. "Daeyoung-teacher has been very patient with all our... activities this week."

Activities. As if they were nothing more than an inconvenience he'd been tolerating. Daeyoung felt something cold settle in his stomach.

"It's fine," he said quietly, helping to stack the cushions. "Really."

But as they gathered Sakuya's belongings and headed toward the door, Daeyoung couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. Not in the direction Sakuya had been hoping for, but toward a careful distance that felt like rejection.

"See you tomorrow, Daeyoung," Sion said at the door, but his voice was back to its professional politeness.

"Tomorrow," Daeyoung agreed, though he was already dreading it.

Friday brought backup.

Daeyoung arrived at work to find Sakuya in intense conference with Minjun, Yeonna, and Ryo in the block corner. Their heads were bent together over what appeared to be a serious discussion, complete with dramatic hand gestures and whispered plotting.

This can't be good.

"Morning, everyone," he called out. "What are we working on today?"

Four pairs of eyes looked up at him with expressions of barely contained excitement.

"Secret meeting!" Yeonna announced. "About helping people be happy!"

"Sakuya says his papa needs more friends," Minjun added helpfully. "And Daeyoung-teacher is very nice, so maybe they should be best friends!"

Oh no. He's recruited accomplices.

"That's very thoughtful," Daeyoung said carefully, "but sometimes grown-ups need to figure out friendships on their own."

"But grown-ups are bad at it!" Ryo protested with four-year-old logic. "My mama says grown-ups make everything too complicated!"

Your mama is not wrong.

Throughout the morning, the four-person committee held periodic strategy sessions. Daeyoung caught snippets of their planning-something about "hand holding practice" and "making Papa smile more"-that filled him with increasing dread.

By lunch time, they'd constructed what could only be described as a friendship intervention setup in the dramatic play area. Four small chairs were arranged in a semicircle facing two larger ones, like a tiny tribunal.

"It's very... organized," Minji observed. "A little terrifying, but organized."

"I'm considering calling in sick for pickup time," Daeyoung muttered.

"Too late. They've already seen you. Besides, you know you're curious to see what they've planned."

That was the problem. He was curious. Despite his better judgment, despite the way Sion had pulled back yesterday, despite every rational thought telling him this was heading nowhere good.

When pickup time arrived, the committee was ready. They positioned themselves in their chairs with the solemnity of tiny judges, waiting for their subjects to arrive.

Sion appeared in the doorway looking marginally less frazzled than usual, which somehow made everything worse. When he was stressed and harried, it was easier for Daeyoung to maintain professional distance. But relaxed Sion, with his hair slightly mussed and his tie loosened, was devastating to Daeyoung's composure.

"Papa!" Sakuya called out. "Come meet the friendship committee!"

"The what now?" Sion's steps slowed as he took in the setup.

"Friendship committee!" Minjun explained proudly. "We help grown-ups figure out how to be friends!"

"Because grown-ups are bad at it," Yeonna added matter-of-factly.

Sion's eyes found Daeyoung's, a look of shared alarm passing between them. Your son has formed a task force,Daeyoung's expression said. I'm aware, Sion's replied. I'm very, very aware.

"Committee says Papa and Daeyoung-teacher should practice friendship things," Sakuya announced. "Like hand holding! Minjun's mama and papa hold hands all the time!"

"Sakuya," Sion began, his voice strangled, "that's not exactly how-"

"Just for practice!" Sakuya interrupted. "Committee voted! Everyone thinks it's good idea!"

The other children nodded seriously, as if they'd conducted a thorough democratic process.

"We even made special sitting place," Ryo added, pointing to the two larger chairs that had been positioned facing each other. "For proper friend practice!"

Daeyoung felt heat creep up his neck. This is mortifying. This is absolutely mortifying and I should put a stop to it right now.

"I don't think-" he started.

"Please?" Sakuya's eyes went wide. "Just little bit? Committee worked very hard on friendship helping!"

The four children looked at them with identical expressions of hopeful expectation. Behind them, Daeyoung caught sight of Minji trying very hard not to laugh.

This is insane. This is completely insane and inappropriate and-

"Five minutes," Sion said quietly. "We can... practice friendship for five minutes."

Daeyoung stared at him in shock, but Sion was already moving toward the chairs, his cheeks flushed but his jaw set with determination.

He's actually going to do this. He's going to sit there and let his four-year-old son and his committee of tiny matchmakers orchestrate... whatever this is.

"Excellent!" Sakuya clapped his hands. "Daeyoung-teacher sit too! Committee will supervise!"

And somehow, impossibly, Daeyoung found himself settling into the chair across from Sion while four preschoolers arranged themselves in a semicircle to watch.

This is my life now. This is actually happening.

"Now hold hands!" Minjun instructed with authority. "Like this!" He demonstrated by clasping his own hands together.

"Actually hold hands," Yeonna corrected. "With each other!"

Daeyoung's heart was beating so fast he was certain everyone in the room could hear it. Across from him, Sion looked equally uncomfortable, his hands resting on his knees like he wasn't sure what to do with them.

Just get through this. It's just five minutes of humoring children. It doesn't mean anything.

Slowly, carefully, Sion extended his right hand across the small space between their chairs. His fingers were long, elegant despite the slight calluses that spoke of weekend projects and playground adventures. There was no wedding ring.

Wait. No wedding ring?

Daeyoung's brain short-circuited for a moment, trying to process this new information. He'd been so careful not to look too closely at Sion's hands during their previous interactions, afraid of what he might read into casual gestures. But now, with Sion's hand extended toward him, palm up in clear invitation, the absence of that thin gold band was impossible to ignore.

Focus. Don't read too much into it. Maybe he just forgot to put it on this morning.

But when Daeyoung hesitantly placed his hand in Sion's, the contact sent a jolt straight through his nervous system. Sion's palm was warm, slightly rough, and his fingers closed around Daeyoung's with surprising gentleness.

"Good!" Sakuya announced approvingly. "Now you practicing friendship!"

If only it were that simple.

The problem was, it didn't feel like practicing. It felt real and significant and absolutely terrifying. Especially when Sion's thumb began tracing small, unconscious circles against Daeyoung's knuckles-a gesture so intimate and soothing that Daeyoung had to remind himself to breathe.

He's not doing it on purpose. It's just a nervous habit. Don't read anything into it.

But then Sion's eyes met his, and there was something there that had nothing to do with nervous habits and everything to do with the careful way he was holding Daeyoung's hand, like it was something precious.

"How long friends supposed to hold hands?" Ryo asked seriously.

"Until they feel properly friendly," Yeonna replied with four-year-old authority.

At this rate, that could be forever.

Because despite the absurdity of the situation, despite the audience of preschoolers and the professional impropriety and every rational thought telling him this was dangerous territory, Daeyoung didn't want to let go. Sion's hand in his felt right in a way that terrified him.

"You both look very friendly now," Minjun observed approvingly. "Much better than before when you were being shy!"

Were we being shy? Is that what this has been?

Daeyoung risked another glance at Sion, finding him already watching with an expression that was soft and questioning and entirely too readable.

He feels it too. Whatever this is, he feels it too.

The realization should have been reassuring. Instead, it made everything infinitely more complicated.

"Committee thinks friendship practice is working!" Sakuya announced with deep satisfaction. "Papa looks much less tired-sad!"

And he did, Daeyoung realized. The lines of stress around Sion's eyes had softened, and there was a warmth in his expression that Daeyoung had rarely seen before.

Because you're holding his hand, you idiot. Because you're sitting here playing along with his son's elaborate matchmaking schemes instead of maintaining proper boundaries.

"I think," Sion said quietly, his voice pitched low enough that only Daeyoung could hear, "we might be in trouble."

You have no idea.

But Daeyoung found himself smiling despite his panic. "Definitely in trouble."

They sat there for another few minutes, hands clasped while four children provided running commentary on their friendship skills. Neither of them pulled away as quickly as they should have. Neither of them seemed particularly eager to end the "practice session."

When they finally, reluctantly, let go, Sakuya's committee erupted in applause.

"Best friendship practice ever!" Sakuya declared. "Now Papa and Daeyoung-teacher are properly friends!"

If only it were that simple.

As they gathered coats and backpacks, Sion lingered by the door.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For... all of this. I know it's beyond what you should have to deal with."

"It's fine," Daeyoung replied automatically, though his hand was still tingling from Sion's touch.

"Is it?" Sion's question was soft, searching. "Because I keep feeling like we're crossing lines we shouldn't cross."

We are. We absolutely are.

"I..." Daeyoung started, then stopped. What was he supposed to say? That yes, they were crossing lines, but he couldn't seem to stop himself? That every day made it harder to maintain professional distance? That holding Sion's hand for five minutes had felt more significant than any relationship he'd ever had?

"I should go," Sion said when the silence stretched too long. "But Daeyoung... we should probably talk. Soon. About all of this."

Talk about what? About how his four-year-old son has been playing matchmaker? About the way we keep ending up in situations that feel far too intimate for a parent-teacher relationship? About the fact that you weren't wearing your wedding ring today?

"Yeah," Daeyoung managed. "We should."

As he watched them leave-Sakuya chattering excitedly about the success of his friendship committee while Sion listened with patient attention-Daeyoung tried to ignore the part of his brain that was already imagining what that conversation might entail.

You're in deep trouble, Kim Daeyoung. Deeper than you've ever been.

And the worst part? He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to find a way out.

Monday morning arrived gray and drizzly, the kind of weather that made everyone want to stay in bed. Daeyoung had spent the weekend alternately replaying Friday's hand-holding session and trying to convince himself it meant nothing.

Professional boundaries. Remember those exist for a reason.

But when Sakuya bounced into the daycare, practically vibrating with excitement, Daeyoung's carefully constructed resolution wavered.

"Daeyoung-teacher! Sakuya has very important question for sit-sit time today!"

Of course he does.

"What kind of important question?" Daeyoung asked, though he was beginning to recognize that tone.

"Secret question!" Sakuya announced with the gravity of a state secret. "Very important for Papa and Daeyoung-teacher family project!"

Family project. Right.

Throughout the morning, Sakuya worked with unusual focus, creating what appeared to be a detailed drawing at the art table. He guarded it jealously, turning it face-down whenever anyone came near and shooting meaningful looks at anyone who tried to peek.

"He's been working on that for an hour," Minji observed during snack time. "Whatever it is, it's important."

That's what I'm afraid of.

When pickup time arrived, Daeyoung found himself genuinely nervous. There was something different about Sakuya's energy today-more purposeful, less playful. Like he was building up to something significant.

Sion appeared in the doorway looking harried but determined, his tie already loosened and his sleeves rolled up. He'd clearly had another long day, but there was something in his posture that suggested he'd made some kind of decision.

About what? About the conversation he mentioned on Friday?

"Papa!" Sakuya called out before his father had taken two steps into the room. "Perfect timing! Sakuya has very important question for sit-sit time!"

"Just one question today?" Sion asked, settling onto their designated cushions with practiced ease. "That's surprisingly restrained."

"Very important question," Sakuya confirmed seriously. "About Papa's special finger."

Daeyoung's stomach dropped. Oh no. Oh no no no.

"My what?" Sion's voice was carefully neutral, but Daeyoung caught the slight tension in his shoulders.

"Special finger where Papa used to wear shiny ring," Sakuya clarified with devastating four-year-old directness. "Why Papa not wear ring anymore?"

The question hung in the air like a small bomb. Daeyoung watched the color drain from Sion's face, saw the way his hands reflexively curled into fists before he caught himself.

This is it. This is where everything comes crashing down.

"That's... that's a complicated question, little star," Sion said carefully.

"Papa always say that!" Sakuya protested with perfect logic. "But Sakuya getting bigger now! Can understand complicated!"

No, Sakuya. Some things are too complicated even for very smart four-year-olds.

Daeyoung started to shift, to give them privacy for what was clearly going to be a difficult conversation, but Sakuya's firm little hand on his wrist stopped him.

"Daeyoung-teacher stay," he said seriously. "Maybe Daeyoung-teacher help Papa with complicated words."

I should leave. I should absolutely leave right now.

But when Sion's eyes met his-a silent plea that Daeyoung couldn't quite decipher-he found himself staying put.

"The ring..." Sion began slowly, his gaze fixed on his left hand. "You remember how I told you about Mama Eve? How she lives somewhere else now but still loves you very much?"

"Mama Eve in Japan with her special lady friend Mia," Sakuya recited perfectly. "And they very happy together, and Mama Eve says Papa should be happy too."

Daeyoung's brain stuttered to a halt, trying to process this new information. Eve lived in Japan with her... special lady friend? As in, girlfriend? As in, Sion's ex-wife was gay?

Which would mean...

"That's right," Sion said softly. "Mama Eve is very happy with Mia. And when people get divorced-when they decide they can't be married anymore-sometimes they stop wearing their wedding rings."

"But Papa kept wearing ring," Sakuya observed with the terrible clarity of children. "Even after Mama Eve went to Japan. Why?"

Sion was quiet for a long moment, his fingers twisting around the bare finger where the ring used to sit. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Because Papa was scared, I guess. Scared of what it would mean to take it off. Like maybe... maybe Papa wasn't ready for new things. New people. New... possibilities."

New people. Oh god.

Daeyoung's heart was beating so fast he was certain it was visible through his shirt. Across from him, Sion still wasn't meeting his eyes, but there was something vulnerable in his posture that made Daeyoung want to reach out and offer comfort he had no right to give.

"What kind of new things?" Sakuya asked with the relentless curiosity that had gotten them into this situation in the first place.

"Maybe..." Sion's voice was still soft, careful. "Maybe someone special. Someone who could be part of our family. Someone who makes Papa smile and makes Sakuya happy and makes everything feel less... lonely."

Is he...? Is he actually...?

"Like Daeyoung-teacher?" Sakuya asked with devastating innocence.

The silence that followed was deafening. Daeyoung could hear his own heartbeat, could hear the distant sounds of traffic outside, could hear the soft rustle of Sakuya shifting impatiently beside him.

But all he could focus on was the way Sion finally, slowly, lifted his eyes to meet his.

"Yes," Sion said quietly, his gaze never wavering. "Like Daeyoung-teacher."

The single word hit Daeyoung like a physical blow. All the careful professional distance he'd been trying to maintain, all the rationalization about inappropriate crushes and parental boundaries-it all crumbled in the face of that quiet admission.

He means it. He actually means it.

"But Papa," Sakuya continued, apparently oblivious to the earth-shifting moment he'd just facilitated, "why Papa take so long to figure out? Sakuya been trying to help for weeks!"

Despite everything-the tension, the implications, the complete upheaval of everything Daeyoung thought he knew about this situation-Sion laughed. It was a shaky, slightly hysterical sound, but genuine.

"You have been helping," he said, reaching over to ruffle Sakuya's hair. "More than you know, little star. Sometimes grown-ups need a lot of help figuring out what makes them happy."

"And does it?" The question slipped out before Daeyoung could stop it. "Make you happy, I mean."

Sion's gaze found his again, and this time there was no hesitation, no careful politeness. Just raw honesty that took Daeyoung's breath away.

"The happiest I've been in years," Sion admitted. "Which is terrifying, because I have no idea if you feel the same way, and I'm probably about to make everything incredibly awkward, and you're Sakuya's teacher, which makes this complicated in about seventeen different ways-"

"Sion," Daeyoung interrupted gently.

"-and I should probably have had this conversation with you privately instead of involving our four-year-old mediator-"

"Sion."

"-but apparently I needed his push to be brave enough to-"

"I feel the same way."

The words hung in the air between them, simple and honest and absolutely terrifying.

"You do?" Sion's voice was barely audible.

"I do." Daeyoung's heart was racing, but for the first time in weeks, he felt like he could breathe properly. "I have for... probably longer than I should admit."

"YAAAAAY!" Sakuya's triumphant shout made them both jump. "Sakuya best matchmaker in whole world! Wait until Sakuya tell Mama Eve!"

Right. Mama Eve. Who apparently knows about this situation.

"You told your ex-wife about..." Daeyoung gestured vaguely between them.

Sion's cheeks flushed. "She's the one who told me to take off the ring. Said I was being an idiot for not at least trying to ask you out."

"She's right," Daeyoung said before he could think better of it. "You were being an idiot."

"I was being careful," Sion protested. "There are rules about this sort of thing. Professional boundaries. Parent-teacher relationships are complicated-"

"Are you asking me out?" Daeyoung interrupted.

Sion blinked. "I... yes? If you'd be interested in... I mean, it would have to be outside of school hours, and we'd need to be discrete, and-"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'd be interested. Very interested."

The smile that spread across Sion's face was brilliant enough to power the entire daycare.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Best day ever!" Sakuya declared, throwing his arms around both their legs in an enthusiastic group hug. "Now we can be real family!"

Real family.

The words should have been terrifying. Should have sent Daeyoung into a panic about moving too fast and getting too involved and all the ways this could go wrong.

Instead, wrapped in Sakuya's enthusiastic embrace with Sion smiling at him like he'd just been given the best gift imaginable, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe Sakuya's been right all along.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

They'd agreed to meet at a small café downtown-neutral territory, away from the daycare and the complicated dynamics of parent-teacher relationships. Daeyoung had changed his outfit three times before settling on dark jeans and a soft blue sweater that brought out his eyes.

It's just coffee. A normal, adult conversation over coffee. You can handle this.

But when he spotted Sion at a corner table, looking devastatingly handsome in casual clothes that somehow made him seem more approachable, Daeyoung's carefully rehearsed composure evaporated.

Okay. Maybe you can't handle this.

"Hi," Sion said, standing as Daeyoung approached. His smile was nervous but genuine, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"Hi," Daeyoung replied, acutely aware of how inadequate the simple greeting was.

They settled into their chairs with the careful politeness of people navigating entirely new territory. The café was busy enough to provide background noise but not so crowded that they couldn't have a private conversation. Perfect for what promised to be a delicate discussion.

"So," Sion began, then stopped. Cleared his throat. Tried again. "This is..."

"Weird?" Daeyoung supplied helpfully.

"I was going to say terrifying, but weird works too." Sion's laugh was self-conscious. "I haven't done this in... well, ever, actually."

"Ever?" Daeyoung raised an eyebrows. "You were married."

"Arranged by our families," Sion explained, his fingers fidgeting with his coffee cup. "Eve and I were friends first, then got married because it was expected, then realized we were better as friends again. This is... this is the first time I've ever actually chosen to pursue someone I was attracted to."

Attracted to. He said attracted to.

"And," Sion continued, his cheeks flushing slightly, "the first time I've ever pursued a man."

The quiet admission hung between them, vulnerable and significant. Daeyoung felt his heart skip a beat, not just at the words but at the trust it took to share them.

"Are you nervous?" Daeyoung asked gently. "About that part of it?"

"Terrified," Sion admitted with a rueful smile. "But not for the reasons you might think. I've known for years that I was attracted to men. The scary part is... this. Putting myself out there. Taking the risk that you might decide I'm not worth the complications."

"What complications?" Daeyoung asked, though he could think of several.

"Well, there's the obvious professional boundary issues," Sion began, ticking points off on his fingers. "The fact that I have a four-year-old who's already emotionally invested in this working out. The fact that I'm recently divorced and still figuring out how to navigate single parenthood. The fact that I work sixty-hour weeks and have very little free time. The fact that-"

"Sion," Daeyoung interrupted gently.

"-I haven't dated anyone since college, and even that was just-"

"Sion."

"-and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, and-"

Daeyoung reached across the table and covered Sion's hand with his own, effectively cutting off the anxious rambling.

"Breathe," he said quietly.

Sion's eyes met his, and some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed.

"Better?" Daeyoung asked.

"Better," Sion confirmed. "Sorry. I tend to overthink when I'm nervous."

"I noticed." Daeyoung's tone was fond rather than critical. "For what it's worth, I think most of those complications are manageable."

"Most of them?"

"The professional boundary thing will require some discretion," Daeyoung acknowledged. "And we'll need to figure out how to handle the parent-teacher dynamic. But the rest..." He shrugged. "Everyone has baggage, Sion. Yours just happens to be particularly adorable and insistent on playing matchmaker."

Sion laughed, and it sounded more genuine this time. "He is pretty insistent, isn't he?"

"Relentless," Daeyoung agreed. "Which, honestly, is probably the only reason we're sitting here right now. I was convinced you were happily married and completely off-limits."

"And I was convinced you were just being polite about Sakuya's elaborate schemes," Sion admitted. "Professional courtesy and all that."

"Professional courtesy doesn't usually involve voluntary participation in paper chain imprisonment," Daeyoung pointed out.

"Good point." Sion's smile was soft, genuine. "I guess we were both pretty oblivious."

"Speak for yourself. I was actively trying not to develop feelings for my student's married father. I was very aware of what was happening."

"And yet you kept participating in Sakuya's matchmaking attempts."

Daeyoung felt heat creep up his neck. "Yeah, well. You're very hard to say no to. Both of you."

The conversation grew easier after that, flowing from topic to topic with surprising naturalness. Daeyoung learned that Sion had studied literature before switching to law, that he wrote poetry he never showed anyone, and that his favorite way to spend a Sunday morning was reading in bed while Sakuya played with blocks on the floor beside him.

Sion learned that Daeyoung had originally planned to be a child psychologist, that he played guitar (badly) and sang (slightly better), and that he'd moved to the city specifically for the job at Little Stars because he wanted to work somewhere that felt like family.

"Family," Sion repeated thoughtfully. "Sakuya uses that word a lot when he talks about you."

"Kids that age have a pretty expansive definition of family," Daeyoung said carefully. "Anyone who cares about them regularly can qualify."

"Is that what you think this is? Professional caring?"

The question was quiet, serious, and loaded with implications that made Daeyoung's pulse quicken.

"No," he admitted. "It stopped being professional caring weeks ago. Probably the first time Sakuya demanded we sit-sit together and you looked at me like you were genuinely grateful instead of just politely tolerant."

"I was grateful," Sion said softly. "You made him so happy. Made both of us happy, in a way I hadn't experienced in... well, maybe ever."

Don't read too much into it. Don't get ahead of yourself.

But the way Sion was looking at him-warm and open and something that looked suspiciously like affection-made it hard to maintain emotional distance.

"So where does that leave us?" Daeyoung asked.

"I don't know," Sion admitted. "I know what I want, but I also know it's complicated. The last thing I want is to make things difficult for you at work, or put you in an uncomfortable position with your colleagues, or-"

"What do you want?" Daeyoung interrupted.

Sion was quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on the table between them.

"I want to take you to dinner," he said finally. "Somewhere nice, where we can talk without interruption. I want to learn what makes you laugh and what makes you think and what you dream about when you're alone at night."

Daeyoung's breath caught.

"I want to introduce you to Eve properly, when she visits next month, because I think you'd like each other and because I want her to meet the person who makes her son so happy."

Her son. Right. Eve is still Sakuya's mother, even if she's not Sion's wife anymore.

"And I want to figure out how to make this work," Sion continued, "because I haven't felt this hopeful about anything in years, and I think... I think you might feel the same way."

"I do," Daeyoung said quietly. "Feel the same way, I mean."

The smile that spread across Sion's face was brilliant.

"So we try?" Sion asked. "Carefully, thoughtfully, with full acknowledgment that we're navigating uncharted territory?"

"We try," Daeyoung confirmed.

When Sion walked him to his car later, they hesitated at the door like teenagers unsure of first date protocol.

"I had a really good time," Daeyoung said, feeling slightly ridiculous for the conventional phrase.

"So did I," Sion replied. "Better than I expected, actually. Less awkward."

"Were you expecting it to be awkward?"

"I was expecting to make a fool of myself," Sion admitted. "Anxiety-ramble my way through the entire conversation and convince you this was a terrible idea."

"You did anxiety-ramble for the first ten minutes," Daeyoung pointed out with a smile. "It was endearing."

"Endearing," Sion repeated, like he was testing the word. "I can work with endearing."

They stood there for another moment, the space between them charged with possibility and the lingering awkwardness of new territory.

"I should..." Daeyoung gestured toward his car.

"Right. Of course."

But neither of them moved.

"Sion," Daeyoung said softly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad Sakuya is such a determined matchmaker."

Sion's laugh was warm, genuine. "Me too. Though I'm never telling him that directly. His ego is already insufferable."

As Daeyoung drove home, he found himself smiling for no particular reason, replaying moments from their conversation and marveling at how natural it had felt once they'd gotten past the initial nervousness.

This could actually work. It's complicated and messy and there are a dozen ways it could go wrong, but it could actually work.

For the first time in weeks, the thought didn't terrify him.

Two weeks had passed since their first coffee date, and Daeyoung was discovering that dating while maintaining professional boundaries was an art form he hadn't quite mastered.

They'd managed three more dates-a quiet dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant, a Saturday morning hike when Sakuya was with his grandmother, and an evening at a bookstore café that had felt surprisingly intimate despite being completely public. Each time, they'd grown more comfortable with each other, the initial awkwardness giving way to genuine connection.

But at the daycare, they maintained careful professionalism, their interactions limited to polite exchanges about Sakuya's day and the occasional meaningful glance when no one was looking.

It was sustainable, if exhausting.

"You're glowing," Minji observed one Tuesday morning as they set up the art supplies. "Either you've discovered an amazing new skincare routine, or you're seeing someone."

"I don't glow," Daeyoung protested, though he could feel heat creeping up his neck.

"You absolutely glow. And you've been humming while you work, which is either very cute or very annoying, depending on my caffeine levels."

Before Daeyoung could formulate a response, the morning chaos began, and the conversation was forgotten in the rush of arriving children and parents.

But when pickup time arrived and Sakuya launched into his daily campaign for extended family time, Daeyoung found himself struggling more than usual to maintain appropriate distance.

"Papa looks very handsome today!" Sakuya announced as Sion approached their corner. "Right, Daeyoung-teacher?"

Oh, for the love of-

"Your papa always looks very professional," Daeyoung replied carefully, though privately he had to agree. Sion was wearing a charcoal gray suit that fit him perfectly, and he'd apparently had time to style his hair properly for once.

"Not professional," Sakuya corrected with four-year-old authority. "Handsome! Like prince in storybooks!"

Sion's cheeks flushed pink. "Sakuya, that's not-"

"Is true!" Sakuya insisted. "And Daeyoung-teacher thinks so too! Sakuya can tell!"

This child is going to be the death of me.

"Sakuya," Daeyoung said gently, "it's not appropriate for teachers to comment on parents' appearance."

"But why? If someone looks nice, should tell them! Makes people happy!"

Out of the mouths of babes.

"He has a point," Sion said quietly, his eyes meeting Daeyoung's with barely suppressed amusement. "Simple politeness, surely?"

The hint of mischief in Sion's tone made Daeyoung's pulse skip. They were flirting. Actually flirting, in the middle of the daycare, with Sion's precocious four-year-old as an audience.

This is dangerous. This is exactly the kind of thing that could get complicated.

"Your tie is very nice today, Mr. Oh," Daeyoung said primly, falling back on formal address as a safety net.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim," Sion replied, matching his tone exactly. "Your sweater is quite lovely as well."

Sakuya looked between them with growing excitement, as if he could sense the undercurrent of something more significant than polite compliments.

"Now you being friendly properly!" he announced with satisfaction. "Like Sakuya been trying to teach!"

If only he knew what he'd actually accomplished.

The first real challenge came three weeks later, in the form of Mrs. Park, the daycare director, stopping by Daeyoung's classroom during pickup time.

"Mr. Kim," she said pleasantly, "might I have a word?"

Daeyoung's stomach clenched with anxiety, but he followed her to her office with what he hoped was professional composure.

"Is there a problem?" he asked once they were seated.

Mrs. Park studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. She was a kind woman in her fifties who'd run Little Stars for over a decade, but she was also protective of both her staff and her students.

"I've noticed that you've been spending quite a bit of extra time with the Oh family during pickup," she said carefully. "Extended conversations, additional activities. I wanted to check in and make sure everything is alright."

Here it comes.

"Sakuya has been going through a phase where he wants his father and me to spend time together," Daeyoung explained, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've been accommodating it because refusing seemed more disruptive than allowing a few minutes of supervised social interaction."

"I see." Mrs. Park nodded slowly. "And how do you feel about these... social interactions?"

The question was loaded with implication. Daeyoung could feel his career hanging in the balance, could imagine the conversation that would follow if he admitted the truth.

I'm falling in love with him. I think about him constantly. We've been dating for a month, and I'm pretty sure Sakuya's matchmaking schemes are going to result in something permanent.

"I think Sakuya is a child who craves stability and connection," Daeyoung said carefully. "His parents' divorce was amicable, but it still disrupted his sense of family structure. If spending a few extra minutes facilitating positive adult interactions helps him feel more secure, I'm happy to accommodate that."

It wasn't a lie, exactly. It just wasn't the complete truth.

Mrs. Park was quiet for a long moment, her fingers steepled in front of her.

"Mr. Oh seems like a lovely man," she said finally.

"He's a very devoted father."

"And you? Do you find him... pleasant to work with?"

Pleasant. Right.

"Very professional," Daeyoung replied. "Always punctual, engaged with Sakuya's education, respectful of classroom policies."

"Good." Mrs. Park nodded decisively. "I want you to know that I trust your judgment completely, Mr. Kim. You've been an excellent addition to our staff, and I appreciate your dedication to our students' emotional well-being as much as their academic development."

Is she... giving me permission? Warning me? Both?

"However," she continued, "I do want to remind you that we have policies regarding personal relationships with parents. Not because I don't trust your professionalism, but because these situations can become complicated very quickly."

"I understand," Daeyoung said quietly.

"I'm sure you do." Mrs. Park's smile was knowing but not unkind. "Just... be careful, Mr. Kim. For everyone's sake."

As Daeyoung left her office, he wasn't sure whether he'd just been given a warning or a blessing.

Despite the conversation with Mrs. Park-or perhaps because of it-Daeyoung found himself more determined than ever to make things work with Sion. They began meeting for coffee on weekends, taking walks in parks where they were unlikely to encounter other daycare families, and having long phone conversations after Sakuya's bedtime.

Slowly, carefully, they were building something real.

"I have a confession," Sion said one Saturday evening as they walked along the river path. The sun was setting, painting the water in shades of gold and pink, and for a moment everything felt perfect.

"What kind of confession?" Daeyoung asked, though he was smiling.

"I've been looking forward to Sakuya's pickup time all day, every day, for weeks now. Not just to see him, but to see you."

"That's... that's a relief, actually," Daeyoung admitted. "I thought I was the only one counting down the minutes until 3:30."

"Definitely not the only one." Sion's hand brushed against his as they walked, a casual contact that sent warmth shooting up Daeyoung's arm. "Though I have to admit, having a four-year-old chaperone at all our interactions is starting to feel a bit limiting."

"Limiting how?"

Sion stopped walking, turning to face him with an expression that made Daeyoung's breath catch.

"I'd like to kiss you," he said quietly. "Have been wanting to kiss you for weeks, actually. But it's hard to find the right moment when we're always either in professional settings or being supervised by my son."

Daeyoung's heart began beating double-time. They were alone on the path, the evening light soft around them, and Sion was looking at him like he was something precious.

"Now seems like a good moment," Daeyoung said softly.

Sion's smile was brilliant. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, like they were both afraid of moving too fast. But when Daeyoung's hands came up to rest against Sion's chest and Sion's arms encircled his waist, pulling him closer, it deepened into something that felt like a promise.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Sion rested his forehead against Daeyoung's.

"That was..." he began.

"Worth waiting for," Daeyoung finished.

"Definitely worth waiting for."

They stood there for another moment, wrapped in each other's arms as the sun set around them, and Daeyoung felt something settle into place in his chest. Something that felt suspiciously like contentment.

This is really happening. We're really doing this.

"Mama Eve comes to visit next week!" Sakuya announced one Monday, practically bouncing with excitement. "And Sakuya told Mama Eve all about Daeyoung-teacher, so Mama Eve wants to meet!"

Daeyoung felt his stomach drop to his shoes. Meeting the ex-wife. Right. Because dating a divorced father meant eventually having to navigate the complex dynamics of co-parenting and blended families.

What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm not good enough for Sion, or not good enough to be around Sakuya? What if-

"Breathe," Sion said quietly during pickup, clearly reading the panic in Daeyoung's expression. "She's going to love you."

"You don't know that."

"I do, actually. Eve has excellent taste in people, and she wants me to be happy. You make me happy, so therefore, she's going to love you."

Simple logic. If only emotions worked that way.

"What if she doesn't approve?" Daeyoung asked. "What if she thinks this is too complicated, or that I'm not stable enough, or-"

"Then she'll tell me," Sion said calmly. "And I'll listen to her concerns, and then I'll explain that I'm a grown man capable of making my own decisions about my love life."

Love life. He said love life.

"Besides," Sion continued, "she's the one who told me to take off my wedding ring and stop being an idiot about asking you out. This is partially her doing."

Right. The ex-wife who encouraged him to date other people. The ex-wife who was apparently happily in her own relationship with another woman.

God, my life is complicated.

But when Eve arrived the following Saturday for what Sion had diplomatically termed a "casual meeting," Daeyoung's anxiety proved largely unfounded.

She was nothing like he'd expected. Petite where he'd imagined tall, warm where he'd feared cold, and immediately, genuinely interested in getting to know him rather than sizing him up as a threat.

"So you're the famous Daeyoung-teacher," she said with a smile that was remarkably similar to Sakuya's. "I've heard so much about you from my little matchmaker."

"Mostly good things, I hope," Daeyoung replied, accepting the hug she offered with surprised gratitude.

"Mostly schemes to get you and Sion to admit you like each other," Eve said with a laugh. "Which apparently worked, so I'd call that a success."

They were meeting at a family restaurant-neutral territory where Sakuya could be entertained while the adults navigated what promised to be a delicate conversation. Mia, Eve's girlfriend, had joined them, and she turned out to be a soft-spoken artist with kind eyes and an immediate rapport with Sakuya.

"So," Eve said once they'd ordered and Sakuya was distracted by crayons and a coloring sheet, "tell me about yourself. What made you want to work with children?"

It was a normal question, the kind anyone might ask when meeting their ex-husband's new boyfriend for the first time. Except for the part where most people didn't have ex-husbands who were dating their son's teacher.

Right. Keep it together. This is just a normal getting-to-know-you conversation.

"I originally studied psychology," Daeyoung explained. "I was planning to go into child therapy, but I did some volunteer work at a daycare during college and realized I preferred the educational side of things. There's something amazing about being part of a child's daily growth, you know? Watching them learn new things every day, helping them navigate friendships and challenges..."

"And the fact that one of those children had a father you found attractive was just a coincidence?" Eve asked with a grin.

Oh god. She's teasing me. His ex-wife is teasing me about dating him.

"That was definitely not part of the career plan," Daeyoung admitted, feeling heat creep up his neck.

"The best things usually aren't," Mia said quietly. "Eve certainly wasn't part of my career plan, but here we are."

"How did you two meet?" Daeyoung asked, grateful for the change of subject.

"Art class," Eve replied, reaching over to squeeze Mia's hand. "I was taking a pottery course as a stress relief from work, and Mia was the instructor. I was absolutely terrible at pottery."

"You were enthusiastic," Mia corrected with a fond smile. "Terrible, but enthusiastic."

"I kept signing up for more classes just to spend time with her," Eve continued. "Took me three months to work up the courage to ask her for coffee."

"Three months of truly awful pottery," Mia added. "I still have some of Eve's early attempts. They're... abstract."

Watching them together-the easy affection, the gentle teasing, the way they seemed to complete each other's thoughts-Daeyoung felt some of his anxiety ease. This wasn't a woman who was bitter about her divorce or resentful of her ex-husband finding happiness. This was someone who'd found her own happiness and wanted the same for the people she cared about.

"So," Eve said, turning back to Daeyoung, "Sion tells me you've been incredibly patient with Sakuya's matchmaking schemes."

"Patient might be a strong word," Daeyoung replied. "More like... helplessly swept along by them."

"That sounds about right. When Sakuya gets an idea in his head, resistance is futile." Eve's expression grew more serious. "I hope you know how much it means to him that you've been willing to play along. He was worried for a while that Sion was too sad, that the divorce had somehow been his fault even though we explained it wasn't."

Too sad. Right. Because ending a marriage, even an amicable one, was still a loss.

"But seeing Sion happy, seeing him excited about something again... it's been huge for Sakuya's sense of security."

"I just want him to be happy," Daeyoung said quietly. "Both of them."

"And that," Eve said with a satisfied nod, "is exactly why I think you're perfect for them."

The rest of the lunch passed easily, filled with stories about Sakuya's early years, Eve and Sion's friendship post-divorce, and Mia's work as an art therapist. By the time they were saying goodbye, Daeyoung felt like he'd gained not just Eve's approval, but potentially a friend.

"Thank you," Sion said quietly as they walked to their cars, Sakuya running ahead to examine a interesting tree. "For being willing to meet her, for handling that whole situation with such grace. I know it couldn't have been easy."

"She's wonderful," Daeyoung replied honestly. "You're lucky to have her as a co-parent."

"I am. And now..." Sion paused, seeming to gather his courage. "Now I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to have you as something more permanent."

More permanent.

The words hung in the air between them, loaded with implication and possibility and the kind of future Daeyoung had been afraid to let himself imagine.

"More permanent how?" he asked softly.

"I don't know yet," Sion admitted. "I just know that I don't want this to be temporary. Whatever we're building here, I want to keep building it. With you. For as long as you'll have us."

Us. He said us.

"I want that too," Daeyoung said, and meant it completely.

When Sion kissed him goodbye-a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like promises and possibility-Daeyoung felt something shift in his chest. Something that felt like the last pieces of his carefully constructed walls finally crumbling.

This is really happening. We're really doing this. And it might actually work.

Spring arrived early that year, bringing with it longer days and the kind of restless energy that made everyone want to be outside. At the daycare, it meant nature walks and playground time and children who were increasingly difficult to keep focused on indoor activities.

It also meant that Daeyoung and Sion's carefully maintained professional boundaries were becoming harder to sustain.

"You're staring," Minji observed one particularly warm Tuesday as they supervised outdoor play. "Again."

"I'm supervising," Daeyoung protested, though he didn't deny the staring part.

"Uh-huh. And the fact that Mr. Oh decided to pick up Sakuya early and is currently helping him on the monkey bars has nothing to do with your suddenly intense interest in playground safety?"

"He took the afternoon off," Daeyoung said weakly. "Rare occurrence. Sakuya was excited."

"I'm sure he was." Minji's tone was knowing. "And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that Mr. Oh is wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual business attire, and you've been staring at his arms for the past ten minutes."

His arms were very nice arms. Strong and capable and currently being used to help his son navigate playground equipment with patient encouragement.

Stop it. You're at work. Professional thoughts.

But it was increasingly difficult to maintain professional distance when Sion would show up looking relaxed and happy, when Sakuya would light up at seeing his father, when the three of them would inevitably end up in some version of their daily family time routine.

"You know," Minji said thoughtfully, "Mrs. Park isn't blind. She sees what's happening here."

Daeyoung's stomach clenched. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she's not stupid, and neither is anyone else who works here. The extended pickup times, the way you two look at each other, the fact that Sakuya has been calling you his 'almost-papa' during circle time..."

He's been doing what now?

"He's been calling me his what?"

"Almost-papa," Minji repeated with barely suppressed amusement. "As in, 'My papa and my almost-papa are going to take me to the zoo this weekend.'"

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.

"When did this start?"

"Last week sometime. I figured you knew."

Daeyoung glanced across the playground to where Sakuya was chattering excitedly to his father about something, gesturing wildly with his small hands. Sion was listening with the patient attention he always gave his son, nodding seriously and asking questions at appropriate intervals.

Almost-papa. He's been telling his classmates that I'm his almost-papa.

"Daeyoung," Minji said gently, "you need to figure out what you're doing here. Because that little boy is getting more attached every day, and if this doesn't work out..."

I know. I know exactly what will happen if this doesn't work out.

The thought of disappointing Sakuya, of being another adult who appeared in his life only to disappear again, was almost unbearable. Which meant that what Daeyoung was feeling for Sion had to be real and permanent and strong enough to weather whatever complications lay ahead.

Is it? Are you ready for that level of commitment?

As if summoned by his thoughts, Sion looked up from where he was pushing Sakuya on the swings, catching Daeyoung's eye across the playground. The smile he offered was warm and genuine and entirely too public for their carefully maintained professional facade.

Yes, Daeyoung realized with startling clarity. I'm ready for exactly that level of commitment.

The question was whether he was ready to do something about it.

The conversation Daeyoung had been dreading came on a Friday afternoon in late April. Mrs. Park asked him to stay after hours, and the moment he saw her expression, he knew.

"Mr. Kim," she said gently, settling behind her desk with a cup of tea, "I think it's time we had an honest conversation."

Here it comes.

"About what?" he asked, though they both knew the question was pointless.

"About you and Mr. Oh," she said simply. "About what's been developing between you two over the past few months, and about how we need to handle it going forward."

Daeyoung felt his chest tighten with anxiety. "I don't know what you mean."

Mrs. Park's expression was kind but firm. "Mr. Kim, I've been running this daycare for twelve years. I've seen teacher-parent attractions before, and I know the difference between professional courtesy and personal involvement."

Busted. Completely and utterly busted.

"I want you to know," she continued, "that I'm not angry. You've continued to maintain appropriate boundaries during school hours, and your professionalism hasn't wavered. But Sakuya has been... vocal about his hopes for your future role in his family."

Almost-papa. Right.

"Mrs. Park, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain," she said gently. "But I do need to know what your intentions are. Because if this is serious, if you're genuinely considering a long-term relationship with Mr. Oh, then we need to discuss how to handle the professional implications."

Intentions. Long-term relationship. Professional implications.

"And if I am?" Daeyoung asked quietly. "Considering it, I mean."

"Then we figure out how to make it work." Mrs. Park's smile was reassuring. "It's not unprecedented, you know. We've had successful teacher-parent relationships before. It requires discretion, clear boundaries, and usually some administrative adjustments, but it's not impossible."

Administrative adjustments?

"What kind of adjustments?"

"Well, you wouldn't be able to be Sakuya's primary teacher next year," she explained. "We'd need to move him to a different classroom to avoid any appearance of favoritism or conflict of interest. And we'd need to have some very clear policies about how you interact during school hours."

The thought of not being Sakuya's teacher anymore was surprisingly painful. Over the months, he'd grown genuinely attached to the little boy, had come to look forward to their daily interactions and celebrate his small victories.

But if it means being able to build something real with Sion...

"I understand," he said slowly.

"Good. Now, the next question is: how serious is this? Are we talking about casual dating, or are we talking about something that might lead to marriage and family integration?"

Marriage. She said marriage.

"I..." Daeyoung felt heat creep up his neck. "I don't know. We haven't talked about... I mean, it's still relatively new..."

"But you care about him," Mrs. Park said gently. "And about Sakuya. Anyone with eyes can see that."

"Yes," Daeyoung admitted quietly. "I care about them both. A lot."

"Then here's what I suggest," she said, leaning forward slightly. "Take some time to figure out what you want. Talk to Mr. Oh about where this is heading. And then come back to me with a plan."

A plan. Right. Because apparently accidental relationships required strategic planning.

"In the meantime," she continued, "try to be a little more discreet about the longing glances during pickup time. Some of the other parents are starting to notice."

Other parents. Oh god.

"Mrs. Park-"

"It's fine," she assured him with a smile. "But discretion is your friend right now. At least until you figure out what you're doing."

As Daeyoung left her office, his mind was spinning with implications and possibilities and the kind of future planning he'd been carefully avoiding thinking about.

Marriage and family integration. Is that what we're moving toward?

The scary part wasn't the uncertainty. The scary part was how much he wanted the answer to be yes.

That weekend, Daeyoung found himself pacing his apartment, working up the courage to have what promised to be the most important conversation of his life.

Just call him. It's not that complicated. You're both adults. You can have an honest discussion about where this is heading.

But every time he reached for his phone, he found himself paralyzed by the magnitude of what he was about to potentially commit to.

Marriage. Stepfatherhood. Blended family dynamics. Co-parenting with an ex-wife. All the complications that come with loving someone who comes with history and baggage and a four-year-old who's already calling you almost-papa.

Are you ready for that? Are you really ready for all of that?

When his phone buzzed with an incoming text, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Sion: Sakuya is asking if you want to come to the zoo with us tomorrow. Apparently tigers are better when viewed with "whole family." His words, not mine.

Whole family.

Daeyoung: I'd love to. But can we talk first? About... things?

Sion: That sounds ominous. Everything okay?

Daeyoung: Everything's fine. I just think it's time we had an honest conversation about where this is heading.

There was a long pause before the next text arrived.

Sion: Okay. My place tonight after Sakuya goes to bed? 8:30?

Daeyoung: I'll be there.

When Daeyoung arrived at Sion's apartment that evening, he found him pacing the living room with nervous energy.

"Hi," Sion said, stopping mid-pace when he heard the door. "Thank you for coming. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Wine? Something stronger?"

"Sion," Daeyoung said gently, "breathe."

"Right. Breathing. I can do breathing." Sion's laugh was shaky. "Sorry, I just... when you said we needed to talk about where this is heading, my brain immediately went to worst-case scenarios."

Worst-case scenarios. Like what?

"What kind of worst-case scenarios?" Daeyoung asked, settling onto the couch.

"Like you deciding this is too complicated," Sion admitted, sitting beside him but maintaining careful distance. "Like you realizing that dating a single father with an extremely precocious four-year-old and a co-parenting relationship with an ex-wife is more than you bargained for."

"Or like you deciding that the professional complications aren't worth it, or that you're not ready for the level of commitment that dating someone with a child implies, or-"

"Sion," Daeyoung interrupted gently, reaching over to take his hand. "Stop spiraling."

"Am I spiraling?"

"Definitely spiraling."

Sion took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around Daeyoung's. "Okay. What did you want to talk about?"

"Mrs. Park called me into her office yesterday," Daeyoung began. "She knows. About us, I mean. And she wanted to discuss the professional implications if we're serious about this."

He watched Sion's face carefully, looking for signs of panic or regret. Instead, he saw something that looked like relief.

"What kind of professional implications?" Sion asked.

"I couldn't be Sakuya's teacher next year. We'd need to maintain strict boundaries during school hours. And she asked me what my intentions were."

"Your intentions?"

"Whether this was casual dating or something more... permanent."

The word hung in the air between them, loaded with implication.

"And what did you tell her?" Sion's voice was carefully neutral.

"I told her I didn't know," Daeyoung admitted. "Because we haven't talked about it. About what this is, or where it's going, or what we both want from it."

Sion was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing familiar patterns against Daeyoung's knuckles.

"What do you want it to be?" he asked finally.

Everything. I want it to be everything.

"I want..." Daeyoung began, then stopped. Started again. "I want to wake up next to you on Sunday mornings and make pancakes while you drink terrible coffee and Sakuya builds block towers on the kitchen floor."

Sion's breath caught.

"I want to be there when he loses his first tooth and starts kindergarten and learns to ride a bike," Daeyoung continued, the words spilling out now that he'd started. "I want to have dinner with Eve and Mia and feel like part of a real family. I want to argue with you about bedtime routines and homework policies and whether five-year-olds are old enough for scary movies."

I want to marry you, he didn't say, but the words hung in the air anyway.

"I want all of that too," Sion said quietly. "More than I've ever wanted anything."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But..." Sion hesitated, seeming to gather his courage. "But I need you to understand what you'd be signing up for. It's not just me you'd be committing to. It's Sakuya, and co-parenting with Eve, and the fact that my son has abandonment issues from the divorce even though it was amicable. It's the reality that dating a single parent means the child comes first, always, even when it's inconvenient."

I know. I know all of that.

"I need you to understand that there will be times when our plans get cancelled because Sakuya is sick, or when our romantic dinners get interrupted by nightmare wakups, or when you have to share holidays with my ex-wife because that's what's best for our son."

Our son. He said our son.

"And I need you to understand," Sion continued, his voice growing soft and vulnerable, "that if you decide this is too much, if you change your mind, it won't just break my heart. It'll break his too. And I can't... I can't put him through that unless I'm absolutely sure you're in this for the long haul."

The raw honesty in Sion's voice, the way he was clearly bracing himself for rejection while laying out all the reasons why this relationship was complicated, made Daeyoung's chest tight with emotion.

"Are you trying to scare me away?" he asked gently.

"I'm trying to be honest about what you'd be getting into."

"Good. Because I want honesty." Daeyoung shifted closer, taking both of Sion's hands in his. "And honestly? Everything you just described sounds like the life I want. The family I want. The future I want to build."

"Really?"

"Really. Sion, I fell in love with both of you months ago. With your dedication to Sakuya, with the way you light up when he accomplishes something new, with the way you've built this beautiful co-parenting relationship with Eve that puts his needs first."

I fell in love. Past tense. It's already done.

"I fell in love with Sakuya's determination to create the family he wanted, with his absolutely transparent emotions, with the way he sees love as something simple and obvious instead of complicated and scary."

Sion was staring at him with an expression of wonder, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

"And I fell in love with you," Daeyoung continued. "With your terrible anxiety spirals and your patient parenting and the way you make me feel like I could be part of something bigger than myself."

"You love us," Sion repeated, like he was testing the words.

"I love you. Both of you. Completely and permanently and in all the complicated, messy ways that come with real families."

The kiss that followed was soft and desperate and tasted like promises. When they broke apart, Sion rested his forehead against Daeyoung's.

"I love you too," he whispered. "So much it terrifies me."

"Good terrified or bad terrified?"

"Good terrified. The kind that means this matters enough to be scared of losing it."

They sat there for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing in the magnitude of what they'd just admitted to each other.

"So," Daeyoung said finally. "I guess this means we're doing this. The whole thing. Long-term commitment, blended family, professional complications and all."

"I guess we are." Sion's smile was brilliant. "Think Sakuya will approve?"

"I think Sakuya is going to be insufferably smug about his matchmaking success."

"Probably. He's been planning our wedding since his first tea party scheme."

Our wedding. Right. Because that's apparently where this is heading.

The thought should have been terrifying. Instead, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

The zoo trip the next day felt different. Not in obvious ways-Sakuya was still his enthusiastic, chattering self, pointing out every animal with the kind of wonder that made adults remember why zoos existed in the first place. Sion was still patient and attentive, answering endless questions about tiger stripes and elephant trunks with the gravity they deserved.

But underneath the familiar family dynamics was a new current of certainty. They'd named what this was, had committed to building something permanent together, and the relief of honesty made everything feel lighter.

"Daeyoung-teacher, look!" Sakuya called out from in front of the penguin exhibit, pressing his face against the glass. "They swimming like little people in fancy clothes!"

"They do look very formal," Daeyoung agreed, moving to stand beside him. "Like they're going to a very important dinner party."

"Should we invite them to our family dinner parties?" Sakuya asked seriously.

Our family dinner parties.

Daeyoung glanced at Sion, who was watching them both with an expression of such soft contentment that it made Daeyoung's chest tight with emotion.

"I think penguins prefer fish to pizza," Sion said diplomatically. "But we can definitely visit them again."

"Good. Because penguins are part of our zoo family now." Sakuya nodded decisively, then moved on to the next exhibit with the attention span typical of his age.

"Zoo family?" Daeyoung asked quietly as they followed.

"He's been expanding his definition of family lately," Sion replied with amusement. "Last week our mailman became part of our 'mail family' because he always says good morning."

A four-year-old's guide to building community. Maybe adults could learn something from that.

They spent the afternoon wandering from exhibit to exhibit, Sakuya providing running commentary on each animal's personality and potential role in their extended family network. By the time they reached the playground area, he was starting to show signs of the sugar crash that followed his lunch cotton candy.

"Tired, little star?" Sion asked as Sakuya climbed listlessly onto a swing.

"Not tired," Sakuya protested, though his eyelids were clearly heavy. "Just... resting eyes."

"Of course," Sion said gravely, settling onto the swing beside him. "Eye resting is very important."

Daeyoung took the third swing, and for a few minutes they swayed gently in comfortable silence, watching other families navigate the playground with varying degrees of chaos and success.

"Papa," Sakuya said suddenly, his voice drowsy but serious. "Is Daeyoung-teacher going to be our real family now?"

The question was delivered with typical four-year-old directness, but it carried the weight of months of careful maneuvering and hope.

Sion glanced at Daeyoung, a silent question in his eyes. How do we handle this?

"What do you mean by real family?" Daeyoung asked gently.

"Like Mama Eve and Mia are real family. Like living together and having breakfast together and being there when someone has bad dreams."

Oh. Oh, he's been thinking about this more seriously than we realized.

"Would you like that?" Sion asked carefully. "If Daeyoung-teacher became that kind of family?"

Sakuya's response was immediate and emphatic. "YES! Sakuya been waiting for Papa to figure out obvious thing for weeks!"

Obvious thing. Right.

"What obvious thing?" Daeyoung asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"That Papa and Daeyoung-teacher love each other and should live together and make Sakuya happy family!" Sakuya's frustration with adult obtuseness was clear. "Sakuya been trying to help, but grown-ups very slow learners!"

Sion's laugh was soft and genuine. "You're right, little star. Grown-ups are sometimes slow learners. But we figured it out eventually."

"So Daeyoung-teacher moving to our house?" Sakuya's excitement was returning, drowsiness forgotten. "And we having family breakfast every day? And bedtime stories from two people?"

Moving in together. Right. Because that's the next logical step.

"That's something Papa and Daeyoung-teacher need to talk about and plan," Sion said diplomatically. "Big changes like that take time to organize properly."

"How much time?" Sakuya asked with the impatience of childhood.

"We'll figure it out," Daeyoung said, catching Sion's eye with a meaningful look. We really do need to talk about logistics.

"Soon?" Sakuya pressed.

"Soon," Sion promised, and something in his tone suggested he meant it.

The conversation about logistics happened that evening, after they'd delivered an exhausted Sakuya home and settled him for the night. Daeyoung had stayed for dinner-a development that was becoming increasingly common-and now they were curled together on the couch, finally able to discuss the practical implications of their new commitment.

"So," Sion said, his fingers running absently through Daeyoung's hair, "moving in together."

"Eventually," Daeyoung replied, though his heart was already racing at the prospect. "There's no rush."

"Isn't there?" Sion's voice was thoughtful. "Because Mrs. Park is expecting some kind of timeline, Sakuya is clearly ready for immediate integration, and honestly? I don't want to wait."

He doesn't want to wait.

"You don't?"

"Do you know how hard it is to say goodnight to you at my door and then go to sleep alone, knowing that you're going home to your empty apartment?" Sion's voice was soft but intense. "Do you know how many times I've almost texted you at midnight just to say I wish you were here?"

"I want to wake up next to you," Sion continued. "I want to see what you look like when you first open your eyes in the morning, and whether you're grumpy before coffee, and how you move around a kitchen when you think no one's watching."

I want all of that too.

"But," Daeyoung said carefully, "there are practical considerations. My lease doesn't end until August. Your place is perfect for you and Sakuya, but it might be tight with three people. We'd need to figure out how to blend our belongings, our routines, our-"

"Daeyoung," Sion interrupted gently. "Are you trying to talk yourself out of this?"

Am I? Maybe a little.

"I'm trying to be realistic about the challenges," Daeyoung said. "Moving in together is a big step. Especially when there's a child involved. I don't want to rush into something and then have it not work out because we didn't plan properly."

"And I don't want to overthink this to death," Sion replied. "We love each other. We want to build a life together. Sakuya is not only supportive but actively campaigning for it. What are we waiting for?"

Permission. Certainty. A guarantee that this won't blow up in our faces.

"What if it doesn't work?" Daeyoung asked quietly. "What if we move in together and discover we have completely incompatible living habits, or if I'm terrible at the day-to-day reality of being a stepparent, or if-"

"Then we figure it out," Sion said firmly. "Like adults. Like people who are committed to making this work."

He shifted so he was facing Daeyoung directly, his expression serious.

"I know it's scary," he said. "Trust me, I'm terrified too. But I'd rather be terrified together than spend another night wondering what if."

He has a point.

"Besides," Sion added with a small smile, "my lease ends in September. We're going to have to make some kind of housing decision anyway."

"September," Daeyoung repeated. "That's only four months away."

"Four months to figure out if we want to renew my lease, find a bigger place together, or..." Sion trailed off, looking suddenly uncertain.

"Or?"

"Or maybe look at buying something. Together. If that's something you'd be interested in."

Buying something. Together. Like a house. Like a home.

The idea was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. Shared mortgage. Joint ownership. The kind of legal and financial entanglement that spoke to permanent commitment.

"That's a big step," Daeyoung said carefully.

"Everything about this is a big step," Sion pointed out. "The question is whether we're taking it together or not."

Together. Yes. That's exactly what I want.

"Together," Daeyoung said firmly. "Definitely together."

The relief on Sion's face was immediate and brilliant.

"Really?"

"Really. Though I reserve the right to panic periodically about the magnitude of what we're doing."

"Panic permitted," Sion agreed, leaning in to kiss him softly. "As long as you panic while we're planning our future together."

Our future. Together.

"So what's the timeline?" Daeyoung asked. "My lease ends in August, yours ends in September..."

"What if we started looking for places now?" Sion suggested. "Take our time, find something perfect for all three of us. I could break my lease early if we find something great."

"Three bedrooms?" Daeyoung was already mentally planning. "Good school district for when Sakuya starts kindergarten?"

"Definitely. Maybe a yard where he can run around. Kitchen big enough for family dinners."

"Home office space for your legal work."

"Art room where you can pursue that painting hobby you mentioned."

He remembered. Of course he remembered.

They spent the next hour discussing neighborhoods and amenities and the practical details of building a shared life. By the time Daeyoung finally went home-to his suddenly too-empty apartment-they had a plan.

A real plan. For a real future. Together.

The conversation with Mrs. Park the following Monday was surprisingly straightforward.

"So," she said, settling behind her desk with her usual cup of tea, "I take it you've had that conversation about intentions?"

"We have," Daeyoung confirmed. "And we're... serious. About building something permanent together."

"How permanent are we talking?"

Marriage. Kids. The whole traditional package, just with some modern complications.

"Very permanent," Daeyoung said. "Moving in together, probably buying a house together, definitely long-term commitment."

Mrs. Park nodded thoughtfully. "And you understand what this means for your professional situation here?"

"Sakuya would need to move to a different classroom next year. We'd maintain strict professional boundaries during school hours. No special treatment, no conflicts of interest."

"Exactly." She leaned back in her chair, studying him with a small smile. "I have to say, I'm not entirely surprised. That little boy has been working very hard to orchestrate this outcome."

That's one way to put it.

"He's been... dedicated to his matchmaking efforts," Daeyoung agreed diplomatically.

"And successful, apparently." Mrs. Park's smile widened. "Well, congratulations, Mr. Kim. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"I'm starting to figure it out."

"Good. Now, let's talk about the practical arrangements for next year..."

They spent the next thirty minutes discussing classroom assignments, policy adjustments, and the kind of administrative details that made big life changes feel real and manageable.

When Daeyoung left her office, he felt like he'd just made the transition from secret relationship to officially sanctioned family unit.

Official. We're official.

The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

That afternoon, when Sion arrived for pickup, Sakuya was ready with his latest project.

"Papa! Daeyoung-teacher! Look what Sakuya made!"

He held up a drawing that was clearly meant to be a house, complete with stick figures standing in front of it. Three stick figures-one tall with dark hair, one medium-sized with lighter hair, and one very small with a big smile.

"That's our new house!" Sakuya announced proudly. "When we all live together like real family!"

Our new house. Right.

"It's very nice," Sion said carefully. "Did you show this to your other teachers?"

"Yes! Ms. Minji says it looks like a happy house!" Sakuya beamed. "And Mrs. Park says sometimes families look different than other families, but that's okay because love is what makes families real!"

Mrs. Park has been preparing the ground, apparently.

"That's very wise," Daeyoung said, accepting the drawing when Sakuya thrust it toward him. "Should we put this on the refrigerator at home?"

"YES! And then when we find our real house, we make sure it looks just like the picture!"

Our real house. Our real house...

Daeyoung caught Sion's eye over Sakuya's head, sharing a moment of amused understanding. Their four-year-old had apparently moved from matchmaking to home design.

"We'll definitely keep it in mind during our house hunting," Sion promised.

"House hunting starts this weekend?" Sakuya asked hopefully.

"This weekend," Sion confirmed, and Daeyoung felt his heart skip at the certainty in his voice.

This weekend. We're really doing this.

Saturday morning found them at their first house showing, with Sakuya providing running commentary on every property feature.

"Kitchen too small for family pancakes," he announced after inspecting the first house's galley kitchen. "And no place for Daeyoung-teacher's coffee machine."

"I don't have a coffee machine," Daeyoung pointed out.

"Will get coffee machine when living together," Sakuya said with authority. "Papa needs lots of coffee. Very important for family happiness."

Four-year-old logic at its finest.

The second house had a better kitchen but lacked the yard space Sakuya deemed necessary for "proper playing and maybe a dog someday."

A dog. Right. Because apparently we're planning for pets too.

The third house, however, made all three of them stop and stare.

It was a modest two-story colonial with a wraparound porch, mature trees in the yard, and the kind of character that spoke of family dinners and holiday celebrations. The kitchen was spacious enough for multiple cooks, there was a perfect home office space off the living room, and the master bedroom had French doors that opened onto a small balcony.

"This one," Sakuya announced with finality after his inspection tour. "This is our house."

"What makes you so sure?" Sion asked, though Daeyoung could see in his expression that he was equally charmed by the place.

"Feels like home," Sakuya said simply. "Like where families live."

And standing there in the living room, watching sunlight stream through large windows while Sakuya tested the acoustics with a few experimental shouts, Daeyoung had to admit the little boy was right.

It felt like home.

"What do you think?" Sion asked quietly, moving to stand beside him.

"I think," Daeyoung said slowly, "that I can picture Sunday mornings here. Coffee on the porch, Sakuya building block towers in that corner, you reading legal briefs at the kitchen table..."

"Family dinners with Eve and Mia when they visit. Birthday parties in the backyard. Christmas mornings around a tree in that bay window."

Christmas mornings. Birthdays. All the milestones and ordinary moments that make up a life.

"Are we really going to do this?" Daeyoung asked, though he already knew the answer.

"If you want to."

"I want to," Daeyoung said, and meant it completely. "I want all of it."

When they made an offer that afternoon, Sakuya insisted on signing his name at the bottom of the contract-a wobbly "SAKUYA" in bright red crayon that somehow made the whole thing feel official.

Our house. Our family. Our life together.

The offer was accepted on a Tuesday. By Friday, Daeyoung had given notice on his apartment and started the process of packing up his life to merge it with theirs.

It was surreal, boxing up belongings while mentally cataloging what would fit where in their new space. His books would fill the built-in shelves in the living room. His small kitchen table could go in the breakfast nook. His art supplies would finally have a dedicated space in the room they'd designated as the creative studio.

Our space. Our home.

"You're humming again," Minji observed on Monday as they set up for the day's activities. "Even more than usual."

"Am I?" Daeyoung tried to look innocent.

"You are. And you have that glow again, except now it's more like... radiating happiness. It's actually slightly annoying how happy you are."

Radiating happiness. I can live with that.

"The house offer was accepted," he said, unable to keep the news to himself any longer.

"House offer!" Minji's eyes went wide. "As in, you and Mr. Oh are buying a house together?"

"We are."

"That's..." She stared at him for a moment, then broke into a grin. "That's huge! That's like, actual committed relationship territory!"

"It is," Daeyoung agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with terror at the magnitude of what they'd committed to.

"When do you close?"

"Six weeks. Just enough time to finish out the school year and transition Sakuya to his new classroom setup."

Six weeks. In six weeks, we'll be living together. All three of us. Like a real family.

The thought was both thrilling and absolutely terrifying.

When pickup time arrived, Sakuya was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Papa! Papa! Daeyoung-teacher told Ms. Minji about our house!"

"Did he now?" Sion's eyes found Daeyoung's, warm with shared amusement.

"Yes! And Ms. Minji says buying houses together means very serious grown-up commitment!"

Trust Minji to explain adult relationship milestones to a four-year-old.

"Ms. Minji is very wise," Sion said diplomatically.

"And Sakuya told whole class about new house with big yard and room for maybe dog someday!"

A dog. He's still campaigning for a dog.

"What did your classmates think about that?" Daeyoung asked.

"Minjun says dogs are lots of work but very good for families. Yeonna says cats are better because less barking. Ryo says maybe fish are good starter pets."

The four-year-old pet acquisition committee, apparently.

"All very thoughtful advice," Sion said seriously. "We'll definitely consider all options."

"But not until after we're settled in the new house," Daeyoung added quickly, visions of house-training puppies while navigating a major life transition making him slightly queasy.

"Of course," Sakuya agreed readily. "First house, then family settling, then pet discussions."

He's got it all planned out.

As they gathered Sakuya's belongings and headed toward the door, Daeyoung felt the familiar flutter of contentment that had become associated with these moments. The three of them together, making plans and navigating the ordinary details of their shared life.

Six weeks, he thought. Six weeks and this won't be pickup time anymore. It'll just be... coming home.

The thought made him smile all the way to his car.

The kitchen of their new house was filled with the scents of Saturday morning pancakes and the sound of Sakuya's delighted laughter as Sion attempted to flip a pancake and failed spectacularly.

"Papa needs practice," Sakuya observed from his perch on the breakfast bar stool. "Dada much better at pancake flipping."

"Your papa has many talents," Daeyoung said diplomatically, rescuing the fallen pancake from the floor. "Pancake flipping just isn't one of them."

"What talents Papa have?" Sakuya asked with genuine curiosity.

"Well," Daeyoung began, settling beside Sion at the stove and enjoying the casual intimacy of cooking together, "he's very good at bedtime stories. And he makes excellent coffee. And he gives the best hugs when someone has bad dreams."

"And he picked very good house for family," Sakuya added. "And very good Dada for family too."

Very good Dada for family.

Six months ago, that casual designation would have sent Daeyoung into a panic about professional boundaries and appropriate relationships. Now, it just made him smile.

"Thank you," he said seriously. "That's the best compliment I could get."

They'd settled into routines with surprising ease. Morning coffee and breakfast chaos. Evening homework sessions that somehow always devolved into art projects. Weekend adventures that usually involved Sakuya's latest obsession-currently dinosaurs, though there were signs he was developing an interest in space exploration.

Eve and Mia had visited twice, and both times had felt like natural family gatherings rather than awkward co-parenting obligations. Mrs. Park had been as good as her word about managing the professional transition, and Sakuya had adapted to his new classroom with typical resilience.

The house had become home faster than any of them had expected, filled with the kind of lived-in comfort that spoke of genuine belonging.

"Mama Eve calls today?" Sakuya asked, having apparently moved on from pancake critique to schedule management.

"This afternoon," Sion confirmed. "She wants to see pictures of your dinosaur project."

"And tell Mama Eve about Dada Daeyoung painting class!"

Right. The painting class.

Daeyoung had finally started taking art lessons again, something he'd abandoned during college when practical concerns took priority. The creative studio in their new house had been the inspiration, and Sion's encouragement had provided the push he'd needed to actually sign up.

"I'm sure she'll be very impressed," Sion said, sliding a perfectly round pancake onto Sakuya's plate. "See? I'm getting better at this."

"Much better, Papa! Now everyone eat pancakes and then we go to park for dinosaur expedition!"

Dinosaur expedition. Right.

They'd discovered that the local park had several excellent fossil-hunting spots-or at least, spots where Sakuya could find interesting rocks and declare them dinosaur bones with appropriate scientific gravitas.

"After pancakes," Daeyoung agreed, settling at the table with his coffee and feeling that familiar flutter of contentment.

This was their life now. Saturday morning pancakes and dinosaur expeditions. Bedtime stories and homework help. The ordinary, extraordinary moments that made up a family.

A real family.

"Dada Daeyoung," Sakuya said suddenly, his expression growing serious. "Sakuya has important question."

Oh no. What now?

"What kind of important question?" Daeyoung asked, though he was learning to be cautious about Sakuya's important questions.

"When you and Papa getting married?"

The question hung in the air like a small bomb. Daeyoung felt his coffee cup freeze halfway to his lips, while Sion made a small choking sound.

Marriage. Right. Because of course that's where his mind went.

"That's..." Sion began, then stopped. Cleared his throat. Tried again. "That's a grown-up conversation, little star."

"But grown-ups been having grown-up conversations for months," Sakuya pointed out with devastating logic. "First about dating, then about houses, then about living together. Now is time for marriage conversation!"

He's got a point.

"Marriage is a very big decision," Daeyoung said carefully. "It takes time to plan and think about."

"How much time?" Sakuya asked with characteristic impatience.

Daeyoung glanced at Sion, who was looking equal parts embarrassed and hopeful.

How much time? How much time do we need to figure out what we already know?

"Not too much time," Daeyoung heard himself saying. "But some time. To do it properly."

"Like proper wedding with cake and dancing?" Sakuya's eyes lit up with excitement.

"If we decide to get married," Sion said carefully, "it would definitely involve cake."

"And dancing?"

"Probably dancing too."

"And Sakuya can be flower boy again like at Mama Eve and Mia's ceremony?"

Again? They had a ceremony?

"You were a flower boy at Mama Eve and Mia's ceremony?" Daeyoung asked.

"Best flower boy ever!" Sakuya confirmed proudly. "Scattered petals very professionally! Mama Eve says Sakuya has natural talent for wedding participation!"

Of course he does.

"Well," Sion said, his eyes meeting Daeyoung's with a mixture of amusement and something that looked suspiciously like actual consideration, "if we ever have a wedding, we'll definitely need the best flower boy available."

"Promise?" Sakuya asked seriously.

"Promise," Sion replied, and something in his tone suggested he meant more than just the flower boy part.

As they finished breakfast and prepared for their dinosaur expedition, Daeyoung found himself thinking about marriage. About the difference between living together and making it official. About the kind of commitment that involved public declarations and legal documents and shared last names.

Is that what we want? Is that where this is heading?

Looking around their kitchen-at Sion loading dishes into the dishwasher, at Sakuya carefully organizing his fossil-hunting equipment, at the life they'd built together over the past months-Daeyoung realized the answer was obvious.

Yes. That's exactly what we want.

The only question was when they'd have the conversation about it.

Soon, he thought, watching Sion help Sakuya into his jacket with patient care. Very soon.

Because some things were worth making official. Some families were worth celebrating. And some four-year-old matchmakers deserved to see their greatest project come to its natural conclusion.

Marriage. Wedding cake. Dancing. The whole traditional package.

For the first time in his life, it all sounded absolutely perfect.

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Satu kata yang menggambarkan kamar Yushi saat ini adalah sepi.

Tidak, kamarnya masih sama dan utuh - sepanjang salah satu dindingnya tertata rapi rak kayu yang penuh dengan buku dan figuran koleksinya, dinding di seberangnya memiliki jendela yang cukup besar untuk masuknya cahaya matahari dan bulan, pun terdapat laci sekaligus meja belajar panjang di sisi dinding yang berhadapan dengan kasurnya. Kamarnya penuh dengan dunia, bisa ia katakan bahwa dirinya betah.

Namun, Yushi merasa sepi - merasa sendiri.

Yushi tidak tahu mengapa, atau bagaimana perasaan tersebut berhasil mengisi pikirannya. Jika dirinya sedang dalam akal benarnya, justru ia akan merasa lega ketika menyadari bahwa dirinya sendirian. Seharusnya dirinya merasa senang bisa mendapatkan waktu diamnya.

Hingga beberapa saat lalu, ketika Yushi benar-benar menutup pintunya.

Sepi. Kosong. Hening, yang nyaris mencekik.

Dan tiba-tiba saja otaknya ramai. Sangat ramai.

Bisik-bisikan, teriakan, bising kelas, gertakan meja, hentakan kaki, dentuman speaker mikrofon yang tertancap pada dinding kelasnya, dan suara kekacauan lainnya. Pun saat ini, dirinya mendengar segalanya bak kelelawar: suara embus angin dari pendingin ruangan, tetes air dari kran kamar mandi yang enggan menutup sempurna. Tubuhnya tersentak kecil ketika jendelanya yang belum terkunci terbuka dan tertutup dengan sendirinya akibat terpaan angin malam.

Di saat yang sama, Yushi tersadar. Ia sendirian. Di sini, di kamar ini, di kota ini.

Yushi tersadar bahwa setahun ini, selama di sini, dirinya tidak pernah bisa berhenti mengalah. Seperti dipaksa - seperti terus menerus disuruh berbagi.

Setahun ini, ceritanya terdengar seperti angin lalu. Tidak akan ada yang menyadari dirinya berceloteh sebegitu banyak. Tidak ketika sekelilingnya bersahutan, menuntut untuk didengar.

Di sini, tidak ada yang mau mendengarkan. Atau mungkin mereka tidak sempat - Yushi suka menganggapnya begitu.

Ponsel Yushi bergetar. Alarmnya menyala, 22.45.

Setahun ini pula, Yushi selalu bangun di malam hari. Sepulang dari kampus, dirinya pasti akan langsung terlelap. Entah di kasur, meja belajar, ataupun lantai.

Yushi meraih ponselnya, mematikan alarm. Dirinya terduduk di ujung kasur, kini tengah menggulir layar ponsel untuk meredam suara-suara bising di otaknya.

Tepat pada guliran keempat aplikasi video singkat, muncul sebuah cuplikan seorang laki-laki yang setelah sekian lama pulang ke rumahnya. Lelaki itu disambut hangat oleh kedua orang tua dan adiknya. Lelaki itu juga mengejutkan kedua temannya di hari lain, mengundang senyum bahagia dan rengkuhan tidak percaya dari teman-temannya.

Yushi.. Yushi juga mau.

Yushi ingin disambut, diperhatikan, ditunggu-tunggu, dihargai, dipeluk.

Dipeluk. Yushi ingin dipeluk.

Yushi juga ingin merasakan hangatnya sebuah pelukan. Dirinya ingin ikut merengkuh, ingin mabuk dalam suasana itu, menggenggam erat apapun yang bisa ia genggam.

Belum pernah Yushi seperti ini. Bahkan Yushi tidak tahu harus membayangkan apa, siapa yang memeluknya, ataupun bagaimana pelukannya akan terjadi. Ia hanya.. hanya ingin dipeluk. Ingin merasa hangat.

Ponselnya bergetar lagi. Kali ini bukan alarm, melainkan sebuah panggilan suara.

Kakak tingkatnya yang satu fakultas dengan dirinya, dan menempati indekos yang sama dengan dirinya. Mengapa dia menelepon? Yah, mungkin karena satu dan lain hal - mungkin Riku memerlukan bantuan.

Yushi mengangkatnya, mau tidak mau, untuk menjaga kesan baiknya pada kakak tingkat itu agar dapat tetap hidup.

"Halo, Kak Riku?" ujar Yushi begitu panggilannya tersambung.

Yushi mengangguk, kemudian menjawab, "Iya."

"Gue.. ini, ada bawa martabak dari tongkrongan. Masih utuh. Kayaknya gak bisa gue habisin sendiri." ucap Riku, agak hati-hati.

"Oke..?" adalah jawaban yang Yushi berikan. Lagipula, dirinya tidak tahu harus menjawab apa.

"Itu," Riku terdengar sedikit ragu untuk melanjutkan. "Mau gak?"

Yushi mengerjap lucu.

Ah, iya. Yushi sejenak lupa kalau kakak tingkatnya ini pernah, atau mungkin masih menyukainya. Secara.. serius. Yushi pernah diajak keluar untuk nonton film (bukan alasan kencan pertama yang baik kalau menurut Yushi), makan siang, makan malam, dan sekadar mengobrol.

Dan semuanya Yushi tolak.

Bukan apa-apa. Yushi hanya tidak mau menuntun terlalu jauh, apalagi di posisinya yang saat itu belum memiliki perasaan yang sama. He's doing the best that he can: not leading him on.

"Kalo mau, sepuluh menit lagi gue ke kamar lo." suara Riku kembali terdengar.

Yushi ingin menolak. Otaknya sudah mengirimkan sinyal pada bibir lucu itu untuk mengatakan tidak.

But they say loneliness leads to impulsive decisions -

Seberang sana sunyi, seakan terkejut dengan jawaban Yushi yang terkesan keluar dari skrip.

"... Serius?" tanya Riku, memastikan.

"Iya." Yushi melanjutkan, "Ditunggu ya, Kak."

Di sinilah Riku. Di depan pintu kamar Yushi, laki-laki yang sudah ia usahakan untuk dekati selama kurang lebih dua bulan.

Pegangan tangan kanannya yang menggenggam kantung plastik berisikan sekotak martabak manis ia kuatkan, sebelum akhirnya ia berani untuk mengetuk pintu.

"Yushi." panggilnya.

Riku menunduk, menutup mata, dan menggigit bibir bawahnya, gugup. Jemari kirinya tidak berhenti dimainkan, dan degup jantungnya serasa lebih cepat seiring langkah kaki pemilik kamar terdengar mendekat ke pintu.

Kenop pintu mengeluarkan bunyi yang samar ketika diputar dari dalam. Suara engsel pintu yang dibuka pun membuat Riku membenarkan posisi kepalanya.

"Hai, Kak." sapa Yushi.

"E- iya. Hai. Hai, Yushi." jawab Riku, tangan kirinya terangkat untuk melambai. Oh astaga. Riku salah tingkah. Siapa juga yang melambaikan tangannya ketika pintu terbuka?

Sejenak, Riku melupakan niat awalnya untuk memberikan martabak manis yang ia tawarkan. Matanya sibuk menatap paras lucu adik tingkatnya yang berada di ambang pintu. Padahal Yushi hanya berdiri di situ, menunggu Riku melakukan.. sesuatu - memberikan martabaknya.

Suara Yushi menyadarkan dirinya dari lamunan. "Oh. Iya, iya," ujarnya. "Ini.. martabaknya. Tadi pas main beli kebanyakan, terus bingung mau dikasih ke siapa. Jadinya buat lo aja."

Riku meluruskan tangan kanannya untuk memberikan kantung plastik itu, dan untungnya segera diterima dengan baik oleh Yushi.

"Makasih, Kak." ucap Yushi setelah menerimanya, membawa sekotak martabak itu dengan senyuman.

"Sama-sama." Yang lebih tua ikut tersenyum dan mengangguk, "Yaudah kalo gitu. Gue balik ke kamar, ya. Selamat makan, Yushi."

Riku sudah siap untuk balik badan dan berjalan menjauh, sebelum-

"Eh, Kak." seruan Yushi yang tiba-tiba itu membuat Riku berhenti dan kembali menatap yang lebih muda.

Riku bisa melihat Yushi menimbang-nimbang perkataan yang akan ia lontarkan. He looked a bit conflicted.

"Lo gak mau masuk dulu?" kata Yushi. "Ngobrol.. gitu? Or just.. i don't know, spend.. time?"

Yang lebih tua mengernyitkan dahinya.

Sepertinya Riku salah dengar. Kurang ajar sekali otaknya, membiarkan Riku mendengarkan kata-kata yang tidak masuk akal itu.

Dari apa yang Riku dengar, Yushi baru saja mengajaknya untuk berbicara dan ngobrol sebentar di kamarnya. Yah, halusinasinya sudah sangat parah ternyata. Mana mungkin Yushi mengucapkan kata-kata itu.

"Kalo.. kalo gak mau ya.. gapapa sih, Kak. Tanya.. doang.." Yushi melanjutkan dengan terburu-buru ketika wajah Riku terlihat kebingungan. Riku semakin meragukan pendengarannya.

"... Gimana?" Riku berusaha meyakinkan dirinya kalau ini semua hanya candaan yang dimainkan oleh otaknya, bukan ajakan asli dari Yushi.

"Kalo gak mau, gapapa. Kak Riku balik aja."

Riku menggeleng, "Bukan-bukan. Yang tadi, sebelumnya, lo bilang apa?"

"Oh." Yushi mengulangi kalimatnya, "Kak Riku gak mau mampir dulu?"

Yang lebih tua mengerjapkan matanya berkali-kali, masih berusaha menemukan alasan untuk menganggap ini hanya khayalannya semata.

Namun naas, gagal.

Yushi benar-benar ada di hadapannya, membawa martabak yang ia berikan, menunggunya memberikan jawaban atas ajakannya untuk mampir. Bahkan Yushi masih terlihat.. asli.

"Maaf kamar gue berantakan." ucap Yushi sembari mengambil karpet dari lemari pakaiannya yang paling bawah untuk dijadikan alas duduk mereka berdua.

"Berantakan apaan," Riku memindai seisi kamarnya. "Kalo ini berantakan, kamar gue kapal pecah dong namanya."

Yushi tertawa pelan.

Karpetnya sudah tergelar dengan bantuan Riku, dan Yushi mempersilakannya untuk duduk. Sekotak martabak tadi Yushi letakkan di tengah, bersama dengan dua gelas air mineral dan makanan ringan yang Yushi dapatkan dari lemari snack-nya.

Si tuan rumah mulai mengambil satu potong martabak, sebagai tanda mempersilakan Riku untuk ikut menikmati jajanan yang ada di depan mereka.

"Lo gak keluar gitu, Yu?" Riku mengajukan pertanyaan sembari ikut mengambil martabak.

Yushi menggeleng, bibirnya tanpa sadar mengerucut. "Enggak, Kak, hehe. Lagi males."

Bibir Riku membentuk huruf 'O' sebagai tanggapan. Iya, sih. Riku juga tidak kaget.

"Kakak habis nongkrong sama siapa emangnya?" kini ganti Yushi yang bertanya, membuat Riku sedikit senang dalam hati.

"Itu, sama Sohee, MJ, dan kawan-kawannya aja sih. Biasalah." jawab Riku dengan gesture tangan yang sudah menjadi kebiasaannya.

Mendengar jawaban itu, Yushi mengangguk paham. Dua nama yang disebutkan oleh Riku adalah nama kakak tingkatnya yang lumayan dikenal di fakultas mereka: Sohee merupakan MC langganan BEM di acara-acara fakultas, dan MJ (nama panggilan, dibaca Emje. Nama aslinya adalah Myung Jaehyun) adalah Ketua Departemen Hubungan Eksternal BEM fakultas mereka.

"Keren," Yushi bergumam pada dirinya sendiri. Lirih. Yushi tidak menyangka Riku akan mendengarnya.

"Apanya yang keren? Gue?" ah, tengilnya.

Yushi berusaha menyembunyikan senyumannya yang nyaris mengembang ketika mendengar pertanyaan Riku. Tidak salah, Riku juga lumayan keren kok.

"Bukan," Yushi bisa melihat wajah Riku yang sedikit kecewa. "Temen-temen lo anak aktif semua, Kak. Keren."

"Di fakultas kita mah aktif semua, Yu. Emang ada ya yang gak keliatan gitu?"

Yang lebih muda memasang wajah canggung andalannya. "Gue.." ujar Yushi disusul dengan kekehan, lumayan malu untuk mengaku.

Riku memiringkan kepalanya, "Lo bukannya aktif UKM Sepak Bola, ya?"

"Eh." Yushi terkejut. "Kok.. kok tau, Kak?"

Memang patutnya Yushi terkejut. Pasalnya, ia bukanlah orang yang terbuka. Mengikuti UKM Sepak Bola juga menjadi salah satu hal yang disembunyikan dan tidak diceritakan oleh Yushi.

"Namanya orang suka mah tau-tau aja, Yu."

Jawaban itu membuat Yushi tersedak dan batuk kecil, yang membuat Riku panik. Dirinya langsung memberikan segelas air dan tertawa gemas saat Yushi buru-buru meminumnya. "Lo kan udah tau, Yu, ngapa kaget gitu dah?" Riku melanjutkan, "Makan martabaknya yang bener, Yushi."

Ah. Yushi segera meletakkan kembali martabak yang tidak jadi masuk ke dalam mulut saking terkejutnya, mengikuti nasihat dari Riku.

"... Masih, Kak?" tanya Yushi.

"Masih suka?" Yushi meringis geli sebelum melanjutkan, "Sama gue?"

"Gue jawab jujur apa gimana?" Riku malah balik bertanya, sedikit membuat Yushi jengkel.

"Ya masa gue minta lo bohong sih, Kak?"

Riku menghentikan kegiatan memilih-jajanan-yang-selanjutnya-akan-dilahap-nya dan menatap Yushi. Yang lebih muda tidak sadar, sedang sibuk berusaha mengambil kembali sepotong martabaknya.

"Masihlah." kata Riku, "Ya kali gue segampang itu nyerahnya."

"Emangnya gak capek ya, Kak?"

"Karena lo tolak mulu?" Yushi mengangguk, dan Riku melanjutkan. "Buktinya sekarang gue lagi makan martabak sama lo, di kamar kos lo."

"Seru tau, Yu, suka sama lo." Riku kembali menyusun kata-katanya - kata-kata yang sebenarnya tidak ingin Yushi dengar.

Yushi tidak kuat kalau sudah seperti ini..

"Lo tuh pendiem, tenang, kalem, gak banyak omong, gak banyak tingkah." lalu, "Tapi sekalinya ngomong, gak menye-menye juga."

Oke, Yushi rasa sudah cukup-

"Gue pernah gak sengaja ngeliat lo main di lapangan sepak bola. Keliatan keren tau, Yu. Tapi ada lucunya dikit." Riku menambahkan, "Eh, enggak, banyak. Lucu banget, Yu." Riku terdengar sedang tersenyum ketika mengatakan kalimat terakhir.

Yushi hendak membuka mulutnya untuk menghentikan monolog Riku, tetapi-

"Terus, kalo gak sengaja ketemu sama lo di gedung fakultas tuh rasanya kayak ketemu artis, Yu. Seneeeeng gitu bawaannya. Mana muka lo kayak, sok garang gitu. Malah keliatan lucu sih, di mata gue."

Riku memberikan jeda yang lumayan lama, lalu perhatiannya ia pusatkan kepada Yushi. Melihat yang lebih muda sudah kalang kabut menutup wajahnya yang memerah, Riku tertawa.

"Merah banget itu mukanya...." ujar Riku, mengejek Yushi yang masih menyembunyikan wajahnya.

"Lo berisik banget sumpah, Kak." suara Yushi terdengar samar-samar karena terhalang tangannya. Beruntung Riku masih bisa mendengarnya dengan baik, mendengar suara yang malu-malu itu.

"Biar kamar lo ga sepi, Yu." kata Riku, sambil meminum air yang tadi disediakan oleh Yushi. "Seru kan, dengerinnya?"

Kalau Yushi boleh jujur, iya. Cerita Riku barusan, walaupun membuatnya malu tak kepalang, terdengar seru. Dirinya tidak pernah menyangka akan mendengarkan itu semua dari Riku, yang notabenenya hanya adalah seorang kakak tingkatnya.

Yushi suka mendengarkan celotehannya.

Benar kata Riku: kamarnya jadi tidak sepi. Suara kipas pendingin ruangannya kini jadi tidak terdengar karena teredam oleh suara Riku. Tetes air kran yang tidak bisa tertutup rapat itu pun hanya terdengar samar, nyaris tidak ada.

Pun, kamarnya menjadi sedikit lebih hidup. Sedikit lebih seru, sedikit lebih hangat.

"Mikirin apa?" Riku membuyarkan pikiran Yushi.

Sedari tadi, sedari awal ia berbicara dengan Yushi, Riku sadar akan satu hal: Yushi mudah hanyut dalam pikirannya sendiri. Terlebih ketika mereka sudah melewati satu topik, Yushi akan diam sebentar sebelum dirinya bisa melanjutkan percakapan mereka.

Detil-detil kecil Yushi ini, membuat Riku lebih mudah untuk menyukainya.

"Enggak, Kak, gapapa." kata Yushi, enggan menjelaskan isi pikirannya.

"Cerita aja gapapa tau, Yu." ujar Riku. "Sekali-kali gue pengen dengerin lo cerita."

Yushi berusaha menyembunyikan ekspresi sedihnya. Seandainya saja ia benar-benar bisa berani untuk bercerita, pasti ia sudah menjadi orang paling cerewet sedunia.

"Cerita gue gak seru buat didengerin, Kak. Nanti lo bosen." jawab Yushi, masih menunduk. Sepertinya ia gagal menyembunyikan rasa sedihnya ketika mengucapkan kalimat itu.

"Gak seru juga tetep gue dengerin, Yushi."

Hati Yushi seperti terjun bebas.

Belum pernah dirinya mendengar kata-kata itu diucapkan kepadanya. Tubuh dan otaknya bingung harus bereaksi bagaimana - rusak. Jantungnya seperti lupa cara menjaga irama detaknya, matanya enggan fokus, pita suaranya seperti tergores dan tidak tahu caranya mengeluarkan suara.

Pipinya merah.

Dirinya tidak mengira bahwa mengundang Riku untuk mampir sebentar dan sekadar mengobrol adalah pilihan yang berbahaya.

"Martabaknya tinggal satu, Yu." ucap Riku seakan dirinya tidak baru saja membuat Yushi salah tingkah. "Buat lo, gih. Gue udah kenyang."

Yushi menarik dan membuang beberapa napas, berusaha menenangkan diri sebelum kembali menghadapi Riku.

Satu detik, dua detik, tiga detik.

Yushi masih menunduk, pun Riku dapat melihat mata lucunya sedang dipejamkan. Erat. Namun, Yushi tidak kunjung kembali ke realita, tak kunjung menjawab perkataan Riku, yang mana membuat Riku sedikit (atau banyak) khawatir.

Apakah dia salah bicara? Salah mengajukan pertanyaan? Salah membaca Yushi? Atau Yushi sudah lelah, dan sekarang ia ingin Riku untuk pulang?

"Yu? Yushi?" Riku kembali memanggil yang lebih muda. Tangan kanannya bergerak untuk menepuk pelan bahu Yushi, "Yushi? Udah ngantuk?"

Yushi tersadar bahwa pilihan alasannya (yang bohongan itu) salah. Sekarang, Riku malah terlihat lebih khawatir dari sebelumnya.

"Mau.. cerita kah?" tanyanya, benar-benar terdengar khawatir. Kedua matanya menatap lurus pada milik Yushi. Pandangnya dalam, seperti ingin mencari apa yang membuat Yushi kesusahan. "Biasanya kalo cerita nanti jadi lebih enteng, Yu."

"Um.." Yushi tidak tahu harus menjawab apa.

"Sorry if it feels like i'm pushing you to talk. I'm just... you know, worried."

Yushi masih diam, hanya bisa memandang Riku yang sedang duduk (tidak tenang) di hadapannya.

"Gue tadi bilang gue suka lo karena lo pendiem, tapi if i were being honest, kayaknya kalaupun lo cerewet juga gue bakal tetep suka." ujar Riku, menjelaskan. "As long as it means you're fine, i'll be twice as happy as you are."

Sekali lagi Yushi deklarasikan: dirinya tidak menyangka bahwa mengundang Riku untuk mampir sebentar dan sekadar mengobrol adalah pilihan yang berbahaya baginya - bagi keseluruhan dirinya. Dirinya tidak menyangka bahwa Riku sebegitunya suka dengan dirinya. Sebegitunya.. sayang? Perhatian?

"Gak nyaman, ya?" Riku bertanya, was-was.

Yushi menggeleng, " I'm okay kok, Kak." jawab Yushi dengan jantung yang masih berdegup kencang.

Yushi mengerjapkan matanya, "Gue boleh jujur, Kak?"

Meski Riku mengangguk, sejujurnya Riku takut dirinya tidak bisa memenuhi apa yang ia janjikan; mencoba untuk tidak mendekati Yushi lagi. Menurutnya, menyembunyikan suatu perasaan itu adalah hal terakhir yang mesti dilakukan oleh seseorang yang sedang jatuh hati. Terkait perasaan, semuanya harus terlihat jelas agar tidak ada kesalahpahaman, harus masing-masing paham agar bisa menemukan titik terang.

"Gue deg-degan, Kak."

"Gue.. dari tadi deg-degan dengerin lo ngomong." Yushi melanjutkan, "Gue.. gue gak tau harus gimana."

Di antara mereka berdua, kini tidak bisa dibedakan. Keduanya sama-sama memerah dari pipi hingga pucuk telinga. Pun saat ini keduanya tengah membeku, sama-sama tidak tahu harus berbuat apa, sama-sama tidak tahu caranya mengatasi waktu yang sepertinya ikut membeku.

"Maaf udah bikin Kakak khawatir, i was just... trying to calm myself down."

Riku akhirnya meleleh.

Karena panggilan itu: Kakak. Rasanya lucu saat Yushi yang mengatakannya.

"Gak ngira lo bisa salting, Yu." ucap Riku sambil tersenyum gemas.

Sekarang, Yushi yang juga sepertinya sudah merasa lebih tenang dari lima detik lalu, menimpal, "Gue pendiem bukan berarti batu kali, Kak."

"Yushi, panggil gue 'Kakak' lagi dong." pinta Riku, yang membuat Yushi kebingungan.

"Bukannya dari awal gue udah panggil 'Kak' ya, Kak?"

Riku menggeleng, "Yang lengkap. 'Kakak', gitu."

Permintaan aneh dari Riku itu sejenak masih membuat Yushi bingung. Tetapi, melihat Riku yang terlihat serius, Yushi pun mengabulkan permintaannya.

Riku tersenyum. Senyumnya sangat cerah. Sudah lama ia tidak sesenang ini. Bahkan dirinya sendiri tidak menyangka kalau senyuman secerah ini bisa muncul hanya karena Yushi memanggilnya 'Kakak'.

"Apa sih, Kak? Aneh."

Sudah terhitung hampir 2 jam kedua insan ini bertukar cerita dan adu ketahanan dalam lomba 'Siapa yang Akan Salah Tingkah Duluan'. Keduanya masih belum terlihat bosan. Malah, jajanan yang tadinya memisahkan mereka berdua kini sudah disingkirkan. Mereka benar-benar terbangun hanya dengan eksistensi satu sama lain.

Bahkan mereka berdua heran mengapa masih belum ada penghuni kos lain yang menegur mereka karena terlalu bising.

"Yushi," Riku memanggil yang lebih muda, yang saat ini sedang merapikan lemari snack-nya yang sempat berantakan beberapa saat lalu. "Masih mau cerita lagi, gak?" tanyanya.

"Ummm," yang lebih muda menimbang-nimbang jawabannya. "Emangnya kenapa, Kak?" Yushi menoleh untuk memeriksa keadaan Riku.

Riku membuka ponselnya, "Bentar lagi udah jam satu, Yu. I feel like i'm interrupting your sleep time."

Mendengarnya, entah mengapa Yushi merasa sedikit kecewa. Ucapan Riku itu terdengar seperti perpisahan.

"Oh.... Lo mau balik, Kak?" Yushi bertanya, kembali menyibukkan diri dengan lemari snack-nya yang sebenarnya sudah tertata rapi. Dirinya hanya tidak mau terlihat dan terdengar kecewa.

"Iya." jawab Riku singkat.

Yushi tidak suka. Entah mengapa, Yushi tidak suka - tidak mau.

Yushi akhirnya menutup lemari snack-nya, sudah puas berbenah. Dirinya kini berdiri dan menghadap pada Riku yang masih duduk bersandar pada sisi kasurnya.

"Beneran mau balik?"

Pertanyaan Yushi terdengar aneh bagi Riku, seperti ada suatu bumbu nada yang sebelumnya belum pernah Yushi gunakan sebelumnya. Riku pun melepaskan pandangan dari ponselnya untuk melihat Yushi: wajahnya datar, tetapi matanya terlihat.. sedih? Riku juga bisa melihat jemari-jemari Yushi yang terlihat tidak tenang, terus menerus bergerak dan dimainkan.

"If you want me to stay for a little while, then i'll stay." jawab Riku. Pandangannya terfokus pada air muka Yushi.

Oh, jawaban Riku tidak membuat Yushi lebih senang.

"Enggak deh. Kak Riku kalo mau balik, gapapa balik aja." ketus Yushi. Sekarang dirinya mengalihkan perhatian pada meja belajarnya (tidak ada yang salah dengan meja belajarnya, Yushi hanya tidak mau terus-terusan dilihat oleh Riku karena dirinya sebenarnya masih belum mau Riku pergi).

Riku, dengan kepekaannya yang selalu bekerja 100% ketika berkaitan dengan Yushi, tersenyum gemas.

Yushi terdiam. Ia kira lomba 'Siapa yang Akan Salah Tingkah Duluan' sudah selesai sedari 30 menit yang lalu ketika mereka sepakat untuk berhenti mengejek dan menggoda.

Seakan membaca pikiran Yushi, Riku langsung menyanggah ucapannya sendiri. "Bercanda, Yu. I'll make us official dulu, itu juga kalo lo mau. Gue gak buru-buru kok, tenang."

Perkataan Riku lagi-lagi membuat Yushi mengalih-alihkan pandangannya dan mengulum senyum.

Setelah puas (belum puas) bertukar pikiran dan pandang dengan Riku selama hampir 2 jam tadi, bohong jikalau Yushi bilang dirinya tidak sedikit (atau banyak) tertarik dengan Riku. Bagaimana tidak? Selama mereka berbincang, Riku tidak henti-hentinya berusaha agar percakapan mereka terus mengalir. Mulai dari warna kesukaan, mata kuliah kesukaan, hobi, makanan favorit, dan pertanyaan-pertanyaan simpel lainnya, terus menerus Riku ajukan supaya ia bisa berbicara dengan Yushi.

Dan Yushi belum pernah mendapatkan sebegitu banyak perhatian dari orang lain selain dari kucingnya yang ada di rumah. Hobi Yushi untuk menghabiskan jatah kata hariannya pun dapat tersalurkan melalui Riku, yang dengan telaten menanggapinya. Riku juga ikut berbagi kisah, yang mana membantu Yushi untuk lebih mengenalnya juga.

Yushi senang bisa merasa seperti ini setelah sekian lama. Merasa dihargai, merasa disambut, merasa diperhatikan.

"Udah kah, Yu? Gue balik, ya?" Riku beranjak dari duduknya.

Yushi menoleh dan memandang Riku yang tengah meregangkan tubuhnya.

Riku menghela napas, menengok ke arah Yushi dan pandang mereka bertemu. "Gue balik, ya, Yu." pamitnya.

Salam perpisahan itu membuat Yushi bergerak, melangkah mendekati Riku dan mengikutinya sampai ke pintu kamarnya.

Tepat ketika tangan kanan Riku menyentuh kenop pintu, Yushi menghentikannya dengan meraih pergelangan tangan kirinya.

Riku menoleh dengan ekspresi sedikit terkejut. Yushi menatapnya dengan kedua mata bulat. Kelopak matanya mengejap, dan pupilnya sedikit bergetar. Riku bisa merasakan tangan kanan Yushi yang gemetar terhadap genggamannya pada pergelangan Riku.

Belum sempat Riku mengungkapkan herannya, kedua lengan Yushi sudah melingkar pada tubuhnya. Gemetar tangan Yushi masih bisa Riku rasakan saat Yushi menggenggam erat kain jaket pada punggungnya. Degup jantung Yushi yang sangat amat berisik itu kini juga bisa Riku rasakan dentumannya. Berisiknya tidak keruan.

"Lucu lo," gumam Riku, sebelum akhirnya membalas pelukan Yushi. Kedua lengannya mendekap tubuh Yushi, menariknya lebih dalam ke pelukannya.

Yushi tersenyum terhadap tindakan Riku. Dirinya bisa merasakan sensasi memanas pada wajahnya yang kian parah, sehingga ia memilih untuk mengubur wajahnya pada bahu Riku.

"Deg-degan lo kedengeran tetangga deh, Yu." gemetar suara Riku terasa geli pada dada yang lebih muda, mengundang tawa kecilnya yang lucu.

"Lo juga sama aja, Kak."

Lalu mereka berdua tetap dalam posisi itu: saling mendekap. Sesekali Riku memberikan usapan-usapan lembut pada punggung dan surai yang lebih mungil, sesekali pula Riku mengucapkan terima kasihnya pada Yushi karena sudah mau memberikan dirinya kesempatan.

Yushi juga tidak jauh beda, hanya saja Yushi lebih memilih untuk merasakannya dalam diam. Ia menghela napas lega ketika Riku sedikit mempererat pelukannya, dalam diam menikmati hangatnya dekapan dan usapan yang diberikan oleh Riku.

"Gak tau," Yushi melanjutkan jawabannya, " I guess you'll have to keep hugging me then, Kak."

Balasan Yushi itu membuat Riku tertawa gemas. "Sampai kiamat juga gue ladenin, Yushi."

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There he was in the meeting room bowing and apologising for his team's mistakes. It was rare that they did make mistakes but when they did, they never heard the end of it. Well, at least Sion didn't. He was the team leader, so he had to take the brunt of the reprimanding. Meaning he bowed, apologised, and did the ass kissing necessary to get out of there as quickly as possible. He followed leadership out of the office and saw them off with one final bow. He let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, pushed up his glasses, and made his way back to his cubicle. He could hear the discourse amongst his team as he made his way to the area where they all resided. Once, he was in view the chatter completely seized, and everyone pretended to be busy. That made Sion internally roll his eyes. Sion may be the team leader, and a competent one, but he was not an asshole. He made his way to his desk and put his head in his hands, wishing the day would be over when he raised his head to look at the clock. As he was contemplating going to the rooftop and jumping, he could hear a pair of footsteps walking towards him. He looked up and there were the culprits...

"Team leader we are rea-..." Sion sighed aloud and interrupted the two before they could start their speech.

"Sakuya, Ryo look there is no need to look like two neglected puppies. It's no big deal, You're interns and you are bound to make mistakes. I am grateful to you both for approaching me beforehand when you realised. The managers made it a big deal for no reason and you're both very competent don't worry." The two boy's faces lit up, they thanked and bowed to Sion before scurrying off to do who knows what.

Sion heard a chuckle behind him and turned, and it was none other than his best friend, Yushi, the finance team lead. "You really baby those two, you know?" Before the older could rebuttal Yushi started again, "Also Riku texted the group chat. Since it's Friday he was wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner and drinks tonight?" Sion immediately agreed. After today he could really use some form of release.
With the thought of grilled meat, soju and great atmosphere on his mind Sion was able to push through the rest of his shift. He typed away, emailed his bosses, and wrote proposals until the day ended.

Yushi and Sion left work together and walked to the place that they would meet Riku. As they got closer to the restaurant Sion could feel his body loosen as he heard the chatter of salaried workers after a long week. The smell of food and alcohol got Sion in the mood to relax and let off some steam. Lately, it has felt like he couldn't catch a break and he could not wait to whine about it to his best friends.

The group met, greeted each other, and got seated at their table. They immediately ordered knowing what they wanted as Friday regulars. They caught up and Sion listened knowing he had a lot to lay out, so he let his friends let out their grievances first.
Yushi hated his new manager that was so incompetent he was surprised he knew that the sky was blue. Riku recently got promoted at his fashion journalism company and would go to fashion week next year, but he also got demoted by his situationship with their college friend, Seunghan. They laughed, ate, and drank. By the time it was Sion's turn to speak he was already a bit tipsy.

"So... Sion hyung what's been going on with you?" Riku slightly slurred which caused Yushi to slowly inch away his shot glass and move his water glass a bit closer. Sion took a deep breath and let it all out. How the new interns got him yelled at, how his new neighbors were college students who didn't sleep before dawn, and how recently another team lead quit, he had to absorb some of her work, so he is constantly working overtime. By the time Sion finished he was exhausted all over again from the recap, he frustratingly ruffled his hair and took another shot. Riku leaned his head against Yushi's shoulder before speaking. "Hyung, you have been going through a lot, but at least your boyfriend is there to support you!"

"Oh yeah, we broke up."

There was a moment of complete silence. Sion just picked up his chopsticks, grabbed leftover meat and side dishes as he allowed the other two to absorb the information. "What?" They shouted at the same time. Sion laughed a bit... Yushi spoke again, "Hyung, that is not something you can just skip over. You and Daeyoung were the ideal couple and were together for years." Sion felt his eyes water, but he held it together.
"Yeah, well he didn't think so." Both of his friends frowned.

"Before you start getting sappy, it's fine. We grew apart... it happens." That caused the other two to look at each other silently. "Well, that means you have your own space now since you went your separate ways, right? That must be nice." Riku nodded along to Yushi's sentiments trying to lighten the mood. Sion started laughing again... "What's funny, hyung?"

"The funny thing is he still lives there. It was just cheaper to stay, and he converted the spare room that was his office into his own bedroom."
Another moment of silence fell over the table. Everyone was speechless... "Sionie hyung, your life is really pitiful right now." Yushi smacked Riku's arm for saying that, but it only made Sion feel better because now he doesn't feel so overly dramatic. "Riku is drunk but seriously hyung, don't hold stuff in like that. You have so much going on and it is okay to lay your baggage on us time to time." The tears could be felt in Sion's eyes again and he just smiled at them both. The night went on as usual. More drinks, more laughs, more catching up. It made Sion feel good, but there was something still bothering Sion, but he did not want to ruin the mood any further.

By the time the night ended all three men were stumbling in the street and walking to Riku's apartment since it was the closest. They made their way to the elevator snickering loudly and feeling light. Once they arrived to Riku's floor it took them about ten minutes to get the keys in the door before they all stumbled in. Yushi and Sion helped Riku to bed as he was the most inebriated. Yushi stayed behind a little to make sure Riku settled in well, while Sion went to the kitchen to grab some water. He got his water and made his way to the couch. He laid his back against the cushion and took a deep breath. He was grateful he didn't have a headache and was slowly sobering up. Before he could get lost in his thoughts he could feel Yushi's body weight sink into the couch.

"How is Riku?" there was a small beat of silence which made Sion open his eyes and he could see Yushi took the same position as him. "He's fine and asleep but hyung not to pry you still have something on your mind, don't you?" It was Sion's turn to fall silent. He loved and hated how well Yushi could still read him after all these years.

"It's really nothing serious... you might laugh."

"Try me."

"I could tell Daeyoung wanted to break up with me-"

"Hyung this sounds serious."

"Let me finish. We weren't having sex the last three months of our relationship. I thought it was maybe studying for the bar or the firm he was working at and then only to find out it was me." Sion sighed sad and frustrated. Before Yushi could speak the older continued. "Now that we have been broken up for a month now, I am... uhhhh... really pent up and then added stress from everything and then the main person I was having sex with wanting nothing to do with me annnndddd the fact it's been three years since I have put myself out there... my hand can only work for so long."

"Okay hyung slow down and relax... if you can." Yushi giggled a little which made Sion give him a serious side eye. "Look I know you are pent up and stressed out and I don't know if going out and having sex with someone new when I can tell you're not over the breakup is the best idea. Maybe try a hobby outside of work. You were really into league in the past... try that."

"Ahhh yess back to my virginal gaming days." Sion nodded along causing Yushi to roll his eyes. "Seriously hyung try it or something else." The younger said letting out a yawn. Sion glanced at the clock on the wall reading it was 2 am. The older spoke again, "It's getting late I am going to call a cab. Wanna ride together or are you staying?"

"I am going to stay tonight, but let's pick up on this again soon." Yushi stated slowly as he stretched out on the couch closing his eyes. Sion shook his head as he opened his ride share app and made his way towards the door. He put on his shoes seeing that his driver would be there in three minutes and the old elevator took about half that time.

He made his way outside of the building and took in the nights air and really thought about what Yushi said he needed a way to output all his horniness because he agrees that sleeping with someone else slightly grosses him out. Having to have someone else learn his body all over again sounds like another exhausting thing to add to his list of tasks. Maybe he could play league or val or battlefield and shit talk into the mic on the weekend until 2 am. Or he could go to the gym or try taekwondo or join some type of social thing like cooking classes or something.

Sion was taken out of his thoughts from the sound of his car pulling up in the silent streets. He quickly got in greeted his driver and relayed his address. He enjoyed the silence of his car ride, but he was not anticipating the anxiety of being home again. He could ask the driver to turn around, and he could take the elevator back upstairs and go cuddle with Yushi or Riku. Sion just looked out the window and prepared for the discomfort.

The car came to a stop, Sion thanks the driver and gets out. He tries to stretch out the time to walking up to the entrance and pressing in the code, he takes slow steps to the elevator, he holds his breath as it moves up 6 floors, he finally let's out the breath once he enters the hallway and he counts his steps to the door. He types in the code, hears the beep, and slowly inches the door open. To his dismay as he cracks the door open, he sees the light on, and he prays that Daeyoung was being a kind roommate.

He checks the time, and it reads 2:45 am and he knows Daeyoung would be asleep by now. Regardless, he inches off his shoes, puts them to the side and tip toes through the entrance. As Sion made it through the entrance to his absolute horror there was Daeyoung in the kitchen holding a hot mug staring at him with a raised eyebrow. They look at each other and the older quickly adverts his eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"Uh huh."

Sion clears his throat and the air in the room feels suffocating. Sion thanks god for the first time in his life he sobered up before getting here.

"Hyung, why are you coming in so late? I think it's a bit inconsiderate since you're not the only one who lives here and you didn't let me know."

Sion was immediately taken aback. Who is he talking to right now? Sion understands if he was being completely noisy and rude, but Daeyoung no longer deserves a play by play from the man he broke up with.

"No offence Daeyoung, but I am a grown man who no longer has an obligation to tell you about my whereabouts seeing that you broke up with me."

"Hyung that doesn't mean I care about you any less."

"I can't tell. This is the first full conversation we have had in a month. Good night."

Before the younger could retaliate Sion quickly walked to his room and shut his door pressing his back to it. His heart was racing but remembering the look of almost anguish on Daeyoung's face did make Sion feel good, great even.
Not wanting to have to run into Daeyoung, Sion chose to just change into his pyjamas and go to bed but before that, he made sure league was updated on his computer and message his friend's that he made it home. He hopped into his bed and dreamed about Daeyoung and that face he made.

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For most people, Christmas is the whole reason winter exists. The joyful spirits, reunions with family, being thankful, and showing appreciation to others... It's the perfect excuse to slow down and hold the people you love closer.

For Yushi, Christmas is the biggest reminder of what could have been. It's the season that took too much from him without even asking, the one month of the year when the ghost of his old life presses coldest against the glass of his new one. Because winter doesn't soften for him, not even after twelve years, and it will always hold a grudge.

The cold settles into his bones like a truth he can't outrun, a familiar ache in the marrow of his right leg. The snow reminds him of all the things he'll never do again. And every December reminds him of what might have been, the life he could have had and he'll never get back. He faces the life he lives now, measured in manageable blocks and calculated movements.

Winter is beautiful for everyone else, but for Yushi, it's the most hurtful thing he has to endure, every single year, for the rest of his life.

And the thought alone is enough to make Yushi look at his desk clock with hate behind his eyes. It's already five, and that means he has to go. Not that he must, but he absolutely has, because the performance is part of the contract of being a functional adult. But he can't, he can't move. His knee feels stiff, his shoulders are twin knots of tension, cording up toward his ears, and when he looks up and he sees their co-worker picking up their things, it's crystal clear that he needs to get moving. Slowly, he massages his thigh, then his knee, hard enough so he can feel the sore muscles underneath his fingertips, as if trading one pain for another, and he stands up, not sure of himself. He won't ever stand up quickly again, and just like now, he probably won't stand up without having to sit right again because the pain is too severe.

He curses under his breath, but the feeling of inadequacy doesn't go away. When the receptionist, Riku, detours toward him with a hand already half-extended, he tries to stand up again, gripping the edge of the table, this time succeeding. He's only thirty-five; he doesn't need help to rise on his feet. As he gathers his things, he thinks he should have stayed seated for longer, at least until the office emptied; that would have been the most rational thing to do, but nothing is rational when shame is a sharper sensation than pain. He groans, silently, but his face gives it away.

"Tough morning?" Martin, the office tall guy, asks, already shrugging into a puffer jacket.

He's just a couple of years younger than Yushi, but he feels so small next to him. He's the one who organizes weekend hikes, basketball games, swimming trips.... Yushi always says no, and the decline always comes out absolutely drenched in a sadness so thick it feels like admitting defeat.

"Yeah," Yushi admits, making the workload guilty of his sour face, "Too many client complaints,"

Martin just nods, and he goes away with long strides, crossing the office in no time. Yushi looks at him, the way he walks, how steady his bag bounces on his right shoulder. He looks away, weighing his own bag, deciding to leave his laptop there. He's not in the best condition today to carry it home, after all, it's December.

On his way out of the office, he meets the rest of his coworkers, who, even if they are eager for their own evenings, still pause their paces to meet Yushi's, just to exchange a couple of words with him, offering snippets of chatter he can't reciprocate. He wishes they wouldn't, not only because he hates small talk, but because it's humiliating how his boss, who is twenty years older than him, waves cheerfully as he jogs down the staircase two at a time while Yushi waits for the elevator. Inside, he wants to listen to some music, to ease the buzz in his ears, but he cannot let the metallic handle loose. He grips as if his life depended on it, and in his mind, it did.

Maybe he sighs too loudly when he sees that through the glass door, the floor is wet, small puddles reflecting the Christmas street lights. It isn't raining now, but it had been. The two strangers sharing his elevator ride turn around to check on him, as his sigh has now switched into a hissed curse. Yushi doesn't meet their eyes. They aren't from the office; their judgment is anonymous and therefore bearable. He just goes out of the lift, slowly, shaking and with tears in his eyes. His eyes sting. He wants to cry because Sion is not there.

His husband is always there when it's cold enough for Yushi to walk home by himself, which is usually from the middle of December to the middle of January. In fact, they usually don't go on vacation because Yushi doesn't want to, as he feels like it would be a burden to travel with him. Sion tries to complain, always, but he lets Yushi have his space, so Sion hoards his own vacation days, spending them on the domestic frontlines of his husband's seasonal decline. Yushi wishes he could also take his vacation in December, not to go anywhere but to avoid what he fears most, but he works in an online retail company, and during Christmas time, there's no holiday for anyone. So Yushi has his holiday usually in April, when the weather is nice, there aren't many people in their town, the world is gentle, and the streets are kind.

But Sion is not there, because he is on a work trip that he couldn't cancel. He is a journalist, a sports journalist, and there was a winter sports competition on the other side of the country, so he had to attend. Yushi knew his husband was the best in his field; his name was under every article, under every picture... he knew he couldn't miss it, also that he shouldn't, so he wasn't mad about it. Mad is too hot, too active an emotion.

No, mad isn't the word at all. It's something quieter, colder. A hollow sadness. But mostly, it's the old, familiar companion: uselessness. He shoulders it and makes his slow way out into the evening.

Music is softly playing over the little speakers in the street lamps. The wind, sharp and mocking, snatches at his hair, and he has to stop, balance carefully, and pull his beanie down over his ears. He looks straight at the end of the street, where their apartment is. He knows the way by heart, every uneven slab, every sloping curb... He usually takes the subway, but it involves stairs, jostling, and, on days like today, dated 22nd of December, it involves a different kind of exhaustion, so he knows walking it's going to take much less time. Maybe more effort and surely more pain, but he needs to walk. He wants to buy Sion a Christmas present.

During their first year of dating, Yushi had shown his love to Sion by acts of service, but for the next twelve, he had been a gift giver. It isn't his native language of love; it's not his way of expressing his love, but it's the only thing that he knows how to be.

The first block is easy. The pavement is steady, smooth enough for him not to feel that much pain in his ankle, but also rough enough so his work shoes grip well and don't make him fall. The street is quiet, residential, and there aren't many people around, so he goes at his own pace without being judged.

The second one it's a little bit harder, because there are more people around, so he feels the need to rush, to not bother people in the street, to avoid elderly people going past him at a normal speed. He pauses, feigning interest in store windows, anything that could get him to rest for a couple of minutes. He sees a pair of boots Sion would like, a neon green raincoat, and socks with a yellow cartoon... Nothing resonates. Nothing feels like enough.

In the third block, he starts to feel tired. The idea of sitting in the closest bench, even a rain-dampened one, is something that fuels him. As he considers it, his gaze catches the window of a real estate office, showcasing new flats, such as the one Yushi and Sion had, as well as some more traditional housing, and trips. Christmas getaways. A weekend in a rustic wooden cabin.

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"It's just a weekend, Mom," Yushi tried, his voice a practiced blend of pleading and reason as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Four days. Daeyoung is driving us there and taking us back too."

"You'll miss not only one day of class but also two rehearsals," His mother didn't look up from the vegetables she was chopping, "And you need to work in that duo with Shotaro, you know the showcase it's in six weeks."

"I know, but-" he was going to complain, then he remembered, "Shotaro is going to be there too! We can practice there! We'll use the living room, or the garage...somewhere with space. I swear."

This gave her pause. The knife stilled. She finally looked at him, her sharp eyes scanning his face, then let out a soft smirk, which Yushi took as a surrender. He jumped away from the counter and ran to hug his mom on his tippy toes, thanking her in all the languages he knew: Korean, Japanese, English, and French, mind you.

Yushi quickly went to text the group chat, excited about the news. The replies were instant, a symphony of celebratory emojis and caps-lock excitement. And then, his screen lit up with Sion's caller ID.

" Yushi! You're coming with us! " Sion said excitedly

"I am!" he said as he threw himself on the bed loudly, "God, I am so excited... I was dying at the thought of you all up there in the snow without me."

" I can't believe we're spending our first anniversary together," Sion said, his voice dropping into that softer, more intimate register that always made Yushi's stomach flutter. " I was going to feel so guilty if we were apart. "

Yushi nodded at the confession. Sion had confessed to him a year before, right when Yushi had finished one of his performances. His boyfriend was volunteering at the university newspaper, journaling his way out and covering campus athletic events. It was the first thing that Yushi had loved about Sion, the fact that he saw the immense athleticism in Yushi's art, the sweat and strength beneath the grace.

He had come backstage clutching his camera to congratulate Yushi and show the pictures he had taken of him, pointing at the defined muscles and his expression. And then, behind a heavy black curtain and surrounded by racks of clothes, they kissed, shyly. Sion had confessed after that, right before taking the bus home. It had been the most perfect, most wishful 25th of December of Yushi's life.

The days until the trip passed with a sweet, agonizing slowness, but soon enough, Yushi found himself folded into the back of Daeyoung's car, a happy prisoner between Shotaro's solid shoulder and Sion's warm side, hearing how Minjae gave frantic directions even though they were in the middle of the highway.

"Can't you all shut up for a second? Please?" Daeyoung raised his voice, silencing the back of the car. "Minjae, continue."

She laughed at the switch of his tone, but her next direction was delivered with mock-seriousness, which dissolved instantly into giggles that were infectious, creating once again the same atmosphere that the driver complained about.

Even if the drive was chaotic, the car heavy with their suitcases, windows fogging up, and a couple of weird engine sounds which Daeyoung claimed were completely normal, they got safe and sound to the cabin, and it was huge. Under Yushi's humble eyes, the pictures hadn't done it justice. He was used to city apartments and one-storey houses, not to palace-like buildings made of wood and stone, nestled at the bottom of a beautiful, snow-covered mountain. As soon as they started making their way inside, everyone started praising the huge living room, the open chimney, and some of them complained about the dangerous stairs that spiraled up without a railing.

The cars kept on coming until the five of them filled the parking lot, trying to fit them under the covered area, not wanting to deal with removing the heavy snow once it was time to go back. Some of them went to claim bedrooms with loud arrangements, others went to arrange groceries, and Yushi, along with Jongseob, Donghyuck, Sophia, and Chaewon, went to linger around the common rooms, and he was thankful he wasn't touring the cabin by himself because he was sure he was going to get lost. There was a sauna, two separate living rooms, one with a TV and another with board games and shelves filled with dust-covered books; two kitchens, a small greenhouse on the back... He snapped pictures of everything, and as soon as they sat down to organize the weekend, he sent them to his mother.
me [attached images] thank you so much for letting me come i will send pictures of everything !! mom Have fun, darling! But not too much! Just be careful, baby me don't worry
❄︎ ● ● ●

The small image didn't just send shivers down his spine; it was a key turning in a lock he kept tightly shut. It isn't the same cabin, of course not, but it was the same promise of rustic escape, similar enough for Yushi to feel utterly lost in the street that he knows exactly where every sewer is, how much it takes for the traffic jam to switch, and the unlit corner due to the lack of urban lighting that he avoided like a superstition.

If he feels his throat close, he ignores it, and even if the bile burns, he rushes back home. Each step is a negotiation: place the foot, shift the weight, absorb the jolt of pain that shot from ankle to hip. The fourth block feels like hell, every step making him squirm in pain, and by the time he gets to the fifth block, he knows he's crying, not only his knee hurting, but now his ankle too, and the other leg is resisting his weird way of walking. Maybe today wasn't the day to buy a present. He will do it tomorrow.

When he gets to his building, Yushi wants to meet the security guard. He's always nice to him, and his kindness always feels artfully disguised as coincidental encounters; a need to 'check the railing' or 'inspect the elevator lighting'. But once he gets there, Mr. Lee is busy with a woman who is relentlessly trying to give out flyers around the building, and he's trying to dismiss him, but the woman is insistent; after all, it's probably her job.

Yushi just nods at him, and he mouths a clear 'sorry' with a smile, which he returns. Mr. Lee looks at him worried for a second, which makes Yushi think that his smile probably looked unreal and painful. The ride on the elevator was incredibly long, even if it was only two floors out of the eight that the building had, but just because he desperately wanted to go home. He leansheavily against the wall, staring at his distorted reflection in the metal doors: a man trembling on the verge of collapse.

Sion and him lived in a nice building, a bit taller than the ones around it, which had scared Yushi at during the purchase, because he imagined worst case scenarios where he knew he wasn't going to be able to climb the stairs up if they happened, but his boyfriend, once they were decided on the area and the apartment requirements, instantly made the payment down on the flat he was now opening with cold hands. The moment the door opens, warmth and a single, living presence rush to meet him. Ari instantly makes eights in between his legs, almost making him trip. Her tail curled around Yushi's calf, and she looked at him with the most beautiful eyes Yushi had seen on a cat.

Five years ago, Chittaphon, one of his superiors and his best friend at work, announced his cats were having kittens, and that's how they ended up with a ginger cat, a bit smaller than the usual size, but with big green eyes that made everything look ten times more beautiful. Yushi rushes, even though he shouldn't have, directly to the sofa, a weak attempt to finally rest and hug his baby. The moment he sits down, he sighs, for the hundredth time today, but it's the last one, because Ari quickly jumps and lies in his lap, instantly warming him with a contented purr.

"Hello, baby," Yushi said, kissing her little head. "Did you have a good day? Did you miss us a lot?"

And Ari, which Yushi highly believes is the smartest animal alive, nudges her head against his hand and purrs louder, closing her eyes and nuzzling her neck between Yushi's hip and arm. He stays like that for long minutes, long enough for his knee to stop burning and his stomach to start rumbling. He switches, and the cat, offended, jumps down and makes her way to a beanbag chair, already threatening to fall asleep again. Yushi moves slowly to their room, empty and cold, and he undresses slowly while sitting on the bed. He cringes when he realizes he hasn't taken off his shoes yet, but he needed to sit down so badly when he got home that he hadn't thought about it. He peels off the socks, the small gesture feeling like he's releasing pressure, the cotton no longer suffocating his skin.

On his way to the kitchen, he checks his phone and realizes it has already been an hour since he got out of work. He feels useless once again, but decides not to dwell on it, turning on the stove and making some lazy noodle soup. He adds a couple of eggs because he knows how serious Sion is about his protein intake, and he even adds a handful of diced sausage because some part of him still wants to pretend this is a proper meal. When he sits on the sofa again, he snaps a picture to send to Sion, to which he replies almost an hour later, when Yushi is deeply immersed in his dating show, food finished, and Ari resting on his belly, both cuddling under two blankets.
Sion
Yushi instantly snapped a selfie, Ari peeking her ears on the bottom corner of the picture, and sent it to his husband.
me [attachment] Yes, watching Single's Inferno Sion That looks cozy I wish I were there me Me too, so much Sion Can you FaceTime? Or call?
Yushi thinks about the effort he would have to make to Facetime, standing on his feet only to turn on the lights, and then walking back to the sofa, so he chooses the safe option. He always does. So he instantly calls him, the need to hear his voice close to be as strong as the pain he had felt before, which can seem unreal, but he knows damn well how his heart works. Sion picks up even before the first ring makes it through as if he'd been waiting with his thumb hovering over the screen.

" Hello, baby," Sion repeats his text, his voice thick and sweet like honey. " How are you? Did you have dinner? "

"Hi, love," Yushi smiles at the phone, "Yes, I did. Noodle soup but with eggs and sausages."

" That's so great, "

"It was," he admits. "What about you?"

" Not yet, we're going out when all the interviews are done." His husband's words are slightly rushed, the background a murmur of crowds and distant PA announcements." We're just moving to the other side of the venue, so I thought about calling you. "

Sion is not only the best journalist Yushi knows about, but also the best husband he has ever seen, and every day, he still gets surprised by everything that Sion tells him and does for him.

"How was the event?" Yushi asks, even if he doesn't want to know the answer.

" Great." Sion started, then immediately corrected, his voice dropping to a more intimate volume. " Well, boring, and cold. How was work? "

It's painfully obvious how fast he tried to switch topics, because Yushi knows how those events go: the clothes, the packed schedules, the interviews, the backstages, the music... the camaraderie Sion once thrived in. He knows it too well; that's why he's glad that he changed topics and spared all those obvious details.

"Boring too." Yushi echoes, "A lot of client complaints. Ten was out, so they all came to me with their crises."

" My poor baby, " Sion playfully coos, which makes Yushi blush.

He keeps on telling him about his work, how Sooyoung saved his day by bringing home-made salt caramel cookies to the office, how Jihoon had brought him coffee so he didn't need to cross the whole building, and they all had a small next to Yushi's desk, much to his liking. Sion sounds very happy with everything that Yushi is telling him, at least until he's finished talking, and he lets the silence conquer the line before talking again.

" And how was the way back home?" Sion asked, his voice carefully neutral. " Was it okay? "

He nods to himself before answering, like he's trying to convince himself of such a thing. It wasn't okay, no, but he didn't trip. He didn't trip and fall, he didn't get hurt, and he got home approximately as expected. It hadn't rained or snowed either. It was bad because Yushi was hurting, but he always did, so it was only about time he finally started accepting his new normalcy.

"Yeah, it was nice."

" You know you can always call a cab if you need it, right, love? "

Sion's voice was soft, but it carried the weight of a thousand previous conversations. It's not like Yushi didn't know about its existence, or like he didn't have the money for it. It was more about overcoming his embarrassment of ordering a taxi to drop him off on the same street, just five blocks ahead. For anybody, it would take less than fifteen minutes, but for Yushi, who needed to stop or sit frequently, it took way more.

"I know," Yushi said, a faint edge of frustration bleeding through. "It went great. Trust me."

" I don't trust you with these kinds of things, but there's nothing I can do about it," Sion confessed, " At least when I'm not there. "

Stubborn could be a perfect word to describe Yushi's way of behaving and how he acted about his injury. His lifetime injury. He won't ever feel normal about it again.

" Promise me you are not going to push yourself too hard, please, " Sion requests, rushed and desperate.

"I promise you."

And when they promise something, they mean it. So Yushi really is going to have to take it lightly until Sion comes back.

They talk a little bit more, and Sion has to hang up quickly with a quiet 'I love you'. That leaves Yushi with some sort of an aching heart, his body feeling cold. He takes it as his cue to go to bed, Ari following him slowly until they are both cuddled under the thick duvet. The bed is big, big enough for Yushi to lie with his limbs opened as a starfish, and for Ari too, to splatter herself as she likes, but neither of them does this. They lay together, Yushi hugging Ari in his chest, and the cat purrs at him, maybe because she's cold, maybe because she misses Yushi, or maybe because both of them miss Sion.

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"Good morning to you, too, baby," Sion whispered softly

It was early in the morning, the third day in the cabin, and his boyfriend couldn't hold himself any longer. Yushi had been awake for a while, his body thrumming with a restless, happy energy. The schedule had been a mixture of chaos and military training, because they partied like there was no tomorrow every night, collapsing in a heap of laughter and empty bottles, only to rise with the dawn, drawn by the siren call of the slopes. It was a rhythm that suited them all.

Sion loved skiing with a passion that bordered on the spiritual. He loved all sorts of sports, and much to Yushi's disbelief, he was very great in every single one of them. He had the calves of a footballer, the lean height of a basketball player, and the sturdy forearms of a volleyball ace. When it came to sports, Sion was the best of it, but on snow, he was transcendent.

He started young, so it was no surprise when he hit thirteen years old, and he was already winning local and national competitions with his snowboard and his skis. He tried to continue to college, filling his name in all the sports courses he could, but winter sports were expensive, which is why he opted to do them whenever he had free time, because the mountains always called him back. His friends, too, Hanjin, Jiwoo, Sungjae,... all of them did winter sports, so of course, Yushi had been trying to get into it. He already had the core strength and the muscle memory for it, so the first and second day had been fun enough to try around the beginner slopes and routes for him to try Sion's older gear, as he didn't have enough money to buy new stuff, and Sion's teenager skiing gear fitted him nicely enough, as if it had been waiting for him. Despite the fun, the moment they all stormed inside the house after having dinner in an inn's restaurant close to their cabin, Yushi smiled from ear to ear.

They all took every piece of gear and winter clothes as soon as they started to come in, Minjae setting the fireplace while everyone sorted out the showers. Then, they partied around until they started to pass out one by one in the living room, but Sion didn't let Yushi close his eyes on the floor, and scooped him either bride style or piggyback to their room; he didn't remember. Both previous nights, exhaustion had claimed them before they could do more than share sleepy, promising kisses, but as soon as the morning hit, Yushi was awake enough to wake Sion up just by moving his hips in a lazy, insistent rhythm and pressing himself even a little bit closer to him.

His boyfriend groaned; the arms that had been loosely draped around him in sleep tightened instantly, the grip shifting from protective to possessive, pulling Yushi flush against him.

"How awake are you?" he groaned in Yushi's nape, which made him squirm on his side of the mattress.

"Awake enough," Yushi whispered, nipping gently at his shoulder. "At least more than you."

Sion flipped him over and took his sweet time with him until they were both so done with each other. He took his sweet, agonizing time, mapping Yushi with hands and mouth until the world narrowed to the points of contact: the scrape of stubble, the press of palms,... Yushi was so wildly, stupidly in love with him and everything he did, every caress he gave him, every kiss he planted on his forehead, and every orgasm he drew out of him. He couldn't get enough of him, and he was going to do everything that he could to keep him by his side.

And even worn out, slightly sore, sweaty despite being freezing cold outside, Yushi felt the happiest he had ever felt, being awake before anyone else, rushing to have a steaming hot shower with Sion, and if they could, a second round. But the shower, hence the handjob, was interrupted by Shotaro's bangings on the door, claiming that if he didn't go inside in the next minute, he was going to puke on their bed, so they let him in, Sion yanking a large towel around them both as Yushi flung the door open. Shotaro stumbled in, looking tragically green, and sank to his knees before puking his heart out.

"Too much beer?" Sion said, maneuvering carefully not to flash him but throwing him a clean towel anyway.

"Too much everything," the Japanese said, sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wall, long legs stretching out and pointed feet, stretching. "You can keep on showering. I have zero interest in the view."

"Taro, I am not going to-"

"Yushi, I love you so much," Shotaro said in quick Japanese, "but trust me, I have zero interest in seeing how hung your boyfriend is. I just need to be close to the bathroom or else-"

"Okay," He surrendered, "but turn around,"

Yushi's words went through, making his friend turn around in his butt until he was facing the wall, which Sion understood as his cue to keep on showering. Shotaro didn't puke anymore, and they finished getting ready to have an early breakfast in the inn's restaurant, at least the people who were brave enough to be up before the sun did.

"So, what's the drill today?" Huening asked, already on his second cup of coffee. "Same as yesterday? We need to buy the tickets for the cable car."

They started arranging the groups, and in a hint of teasing, Sion's best friend, Hanbin, accused Yushi of being a pussy, not wanting to go up the medium level of skiing. They all laughed, some people agreeing, others debating on how he shouldn't have used the word 'pussy' in such a context, but Yushi only had eyes for Sion, and he was looking back at him expectantly.

"Do you want to try?" he offered, "I think Minjeong is skiing the intermediate run today, too. Right?"

Minjeong, across the table, gave a vigorous nod, her cheeks stuffed with pancake. The sight was so endearing, so her, that any last shred of hesitation melted away.

"Yeah, I can try," He reached under the table, finding Sion's hand and squeezing it. "I have the best teacher, after all."

He knows he's clingy. Clingy and corny and cliché, but that's what he felt whenever their eyes met. On the way to the cable car, Yushi's feet hurt, more specifically his ankle, and he remembered he hadn't stretched that morning; his feet were sore, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, nervousness filling his body as he had to say goodbye to Sion.

Sion reached out, his hands firm and sure as he tightened the strap under Yushi's chin. He kissed his forehead, a soft, lingering press, then his lips.

"Have fun, baby, I'll be watching everything from the top,"

Yushi nodded, excited, because he could sense how proud Sion is of him. In the cable car, Minjeong chattered brightly, holding his mittened hand and gossiping about some guy named Wonbin. They were laughing, distracted, and missed their intended stop, so they decided to just go down on the third one and take the slope down more slowly.

But the moment Yushi planted his feet on top of the small hill, and he saw Minjeong taking pictures around, he was not sure if he was able to do it. The hill looked steeper, the snow felt heavier, and the air felt thinner. The cheerful chatter of the lodge was gone, replaced by the lonely whistle of the wind.

A cold knot of doubt tightened in his stomach.

It was stupid, because as he turned around a little bit more, he saw Sion, a tiny, recognizable figure in a bright blue jacket, waving both arms over his head. He was screaming something he couldn't distinguish, but he just nodded back and gave him a thumbs up, preparing himself to go down slowly, probably looking like a fool, but confident enough in everything he had learned from Sion over the past two days.

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Yushi wakes cold, his back tense and with a headache, and on top of that, with an awful mood, but the minute he turns off his alarm, he gets a savior text from Ten.
Ten Good morning, want me to pick you up today? I need to get to the office earlier Breakfast it's on you, though me Meet you in an hour? Ten Want me to go upstairs? me Don't think so Ten But you will let me know me
Yushi tries to reach for Ari, but she's nowhere to be seen, but the spot on the bed still feels warm, so Yushi guesses she just woke up minutes ago and went to the living room, chasing the first thin stripes of sunlight. He groans as he slips his feet into the slippers, his right ankle feeling stiffer than usual, but he gets on with his morning anyway. Shower, then changing, the suit feeling comfortable against his skin, and he makes a quick breakfast, a couple of egg sandwiches, some grilled sausages, and some mango juice. He knows Ten doesn't like juice, or fruits at all, but he does, so he makes sure to add some coffee, brewing it as Sion had taught him, dark and strong, and tea too, the way his mom did, just for the comfort of the ritual.

Ari asks for her food, so Yushi places it neatly on her plate, adding a sausage that he had set away for her, and when there's only fifteen minutes left for Ten to pick him up, he finishes getting ready and makes his way down. Today, he goes down the stairs, skipping the elevator wait, because he feels great about himself, the work bag doesn't feel that heavy, and the food one makes him extremely happy. Unlike yesterday night, Mr. Lee is right on his desk, but he quickly rises as soon as he sees Yushi, approaching him with that gentle, unhurried pace Yushi had come to rely on.

"Good morning!" he bows, "How's work going, Mr. Tokuno?"

"Great, it's going great, Mr. Lee, you know, usual Christmas last-minute presents," he replies

"Ahh, yes, well, you know," he opens the door for him, both making their way out. "Don't take offence, but... the best gifts can't be found on the internet."

"Why would I be offended?" Yushi smiles, a real one this time, "You are completely right."

And that's precisely why he wants to buy something meaningful to Sion. He still has a couple of days to think about it, and even if he already has some ideas, he wants to be a hundred percent sure of it. Mr. Lee wants to keep on talking, Yushi knows that much just by the way his eyes are sparkling, but Ten pulls up suddenly in his Hyundai Sonata, so the doorman just greets him and goes back into his workplace. Once in the car, Yushi welcomes the blast of heating against his cold hands.

"Early bird catches the worm, ain't that right?" Ten says, and before he can start running the car again, his eyes zeroing in on Yushi's food bag. "Oh, you made breakfast for real? I thought you were just going to pay at the cafeteria."

"I had more time if you picked me up, so..."

"That's true, anyway." Ten quickly says and turns to the main street. "How are you doing? Is Sion back?"

"Not for almost another two days," Yushi sighs, "I don't know if I want him back yet, I still need to buy him a Christmas present though."

"You can always go for some linger-"

"For him?" he asks, scandalized. "Are you nuts?"

"For you, stupid," Ten laughs, "And wait for him in those pretty-"

"Shut the fuck up or I'm reporting you to HR," Yushi says, laughing despite himself.

"Safe for you to assume Jaehyun is going to listen to you," he scoffs.

The topic drifts off to their cats, the new interns, and they circle back to Sion.

"Maybe a bag," Ten picks up the gift topic "since he always has his hands busy and his car's trunk looks like a warzone."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Yushi says, quickly typing it down in his phone.

"I know," he says as he pulls up to the parking lot, "Maybe a notebook, with his name on it or whatever you think he's going to like."

Yushi nods, and as he's typing, he thinks about the perfect present. It was very easy to get, or in fact, to make, so he writes it down too, below the other options, even if he knows that's the one he's going for.

The office air feels dry, and since Riku, being the responsible secretary that he is, has just opened it, it's still cold, but comfortable enough. The three of them head to their launch room, ready to gossip and stretch as long as they can, the few minutes they have before people start clocking in. Shared food, the sweet tang of mango juice, and Riku's creatively foul Japanese curse words made Yushi's morning a great one.

During the day, he doesn't really face any inconveniences: Sion texts him regularly, sending pictures of his food and snacks, as well as silly poses that he and his best friend coworker, Sungchan, make. Yushi replies every single time, and maybe because of that, time passes so fast that he only realizes his shift had ended when Martin waves at him as he's crossing the room, leaving.

He stands up, this time quicker, because he has been resting his legs all day. The way down is the same hall of shame, of people passing him, sometimes even brushing his shoulder in their eagerness to get home, and even if he understands, he still feels so bad, so disposable, like he just took up space that could be used by someone moving at the correct, human speed. The feeling grows deeper when he goes into the elevator, and a couple looks at him like he just ruined their day, which Yushi tries to ignore, because honestly, he doesn't have the energy.

He comes out of the elevator slowly, and he hears a couple of loud sighs from behind. He turns, the same couple looking down at him.

"What?" he asks, stopping in the middle of the entrance hall, his voice flat.

"Nothing, it's just-" the man starts.

"It's just we're rushing," the woman continues, "We're late and-"

He looks up and down both of them, shutting her instantly.

"Then clock out sooner," Yushi says, turning around unbothered.

He's not limping, he never limps unless he stands up for too much time, he's just walking slowly to the exit. The way back is as hard as yesterday, maybe even more, because the street is packed with last-minute shoppers, and he has to make at least a couple of stops.

The first one is on the third block, which he gets when they're tidying up, but the owner knows Yushi. Not because he's a usual client, in fact, he hasn't come in for the past months, but Jaemin knows Yushi, of course he does.

"Hey, stranger!" he smiles from behind the counter, adjusting his glasses and his knitted cardigan as the sophisticated man he had turned out to be. "How's everything going?"

Yushi smiles back, letting himself be wrapped in the coziness of the store, the smell of worn-out paper and freshly printed memories. He walks slowly to the counter, and Jaemin doesn't rush him, doesn't fill the silence with noise. With that simple gesture, Yushi understands once again that being a good and patient person is really easy if you try, and that he needs to be surrounded by kinder people.

"Great, I just," he starts as he sits, cracking his back, "I need to find something for Sion, for Christmas."

"He's out, right? At the... the event, the winter sports thing," Jaemin says

"Yeah, he's coming back tomorrow though," Yushi continues, his smile sneaking onto his face, excited for his husband to be home.

"Is Shotaro there too? At the event?"

It's just a question, words arranged out of curiosity, but they wound Yushi, because yes, Shotaro is there. At the event. Not as a dancer, at least, but as a jury. He nods, pressing his lips together, and his friend's expression shifts instantly.

"I'm sorry, Yushi, I didn't-" he stops himself, reaching out to briefly touch Yushi's wrist. "I'll shut the fuck up now,"

Jaemin claps, standing up gracefully, something that Yushi knows that people never realize, but he does. He always thinks how the rest of the people walk.

He knows Jeno has flat feet, and he runs a bit funny, but his legs make up for it.

He knows Hongjoong, one of his superiors, has slightly arched legs, maybe from the years he had been playing soccer.

He knows Sion stands on his tippy toes way more than he should, especially when he's barefoot.

It's weird, but since he can't walk normally, he watches how people walk, maybe to mimic them, maybe to find flaws. But right now, with his friend, he can't. Jaemin is walking and proving to everyone that he owns the place, and even if, for Yushi, the concept of walking confidently is unknown, he knows the feeling; he just forgot about it so long ago.

"What do you want? For Sion?"

He tells him his first ideas and what he has been talking about with Ten in the morning. Jaemin loves the idea, and he gets so visibly excited, even if he's not sure about whether he can have what Yushi is thinking of, but he searches for an hour and a half. During that time, people come in and out of the store, and Yushi, who had moved behind the counter, talks to them while Jaemin is busy helping him out. In between those times, they talk about life, about how Huening was in Europe, how Minjeong visits the store once a month, even though she lives very far away. They talk about how fast time passes once you hit thirty, and his friend, who his a couple of years older, makes jokes about himself pushing forty, but Yushi laughs them off, because Jaemin is being silly and they both love to laugh at his jokes.

He ends up finding what Yushi wanted, and he offers to prepare it for him. To frame it, and wrap it. Yushi thanks him once he hands the bag, the wrapping paper white with snowflake stamps and a crisp silver bow. It's so Jaemin that Yushi feels so glad he's already leaving the store because he feels like crying.

"Say hi to Sion for me, okay?" Jaemin says from the desk, Yushi opening the door slowly, the bell jingling softly. "And don't be a stranger."

Yushi nods, and with that, he walks home. The time with Jaemin has awakened so many emotions in him, so many forgotten sensations. He feels energized, getting home sooner than he expected, Mr. Lee walking him to the elevator with a knowing smile, and once he's in the apartment, he feels okay. He's not too tired, in fact, he cooks dinner, some salmon with rice and steamed broccoli. He cuts some pieces of the fish for Ari while they keep on watching the show, snapping a few reaction pictures to Ten, who was also watching it. He also texts Sion, in fact, he had been doing it since he came out of Jaemin's bookstore, telling him everything but his present, which lay on the entrance hanger.

Night kicks in before he can fight it, and he starts getting sleepy, so as usual, he switches to their bed, once again, trying to find a comfortable position with Ari, but he can't. His leg is aching like it hadn't ached in a while, which is weird because he has been doing great during the day. Maybe it had been after his lunch break, because his lower back was killing him and he had seated a bit differently, or at Jaemin's, the stool being tall enough for Yushi's legs to dangle and not finding great support. He shifts, trying to fall asleep, but he can't. Ari moves, purrs, kneads into his belly, making biscuits out of Yushi's discomfort, which soothes him, and after long hours of chasing a painless position, he falls asleep.

● ● ❄︎ ●

Maybe he should have listened to his instincts better, because the moment he started going down, he sensed something was completely off.

The slope was wrong. It was steeper, its angle deceptive, and the snow under his skis wasn't the soft powder of the beginner runs but a hard, slick veneer of ice; so the grip on the poles made his knuckles go white, his whole body tense. He starts slowly, but due to the inclination, he picks up speed way faster than he knows how to handle, the soft curves feeling like absolute rifts, and the thick snow feeling rather icy, impossible to get grounded on them. And then he sees how the slope gets narrow, leading to a jump.

He'd done jumps yesterday with Jaemin, on a smaller, friendly slope. They'd called them 'leaps of faith,'. Surprisingly, he'd landed them; his athletic body finding its balance in the air. But this was different. He couldn't see the landing, he couldn't see where he was supposed to land. A white void stared back at him.

He panicked, and his body short-circuited heavily. His hands, despite his blood running cold, felt clammy, shaky, and his whole grip seemed to loosen as he kept on going down. One ski turned inward, the rest of his body kept moving forward, and as he got closer to the end of the slope, he realized he wasn't going to be able to stop.

That's where he felt his mind reacting, and he started screaming, his lungs emptying themselves as he got closer and closer to the edge. And because his body absolutely froze, the only thing inside his body was the feeling of being absolutely terrified; he didn't jump. So he fell.

The first impact was a deafening, bone-deep thud, almost hitting his head on a rock big enough to kill him, but he made it through until his body hit the cold floor. He tried to land, but the pole got caught on a hidden ice ridge, and suddenly his knee twisted violently. He immediately felt something tear.

But sadly, he didn't stop just there. Momentum threw him forward, and he started sliding down the slope, once again, unable to slow himself down.

He couldn't see anything, his eyes completely shut as he kept screaming for his life, his helmet echoing the loud thumps, and his eyewear nowhere to be seen. But something stopped his motion, and Yushi thought it was going to save his life, but it was a sudden stop, his body wrecking itself against a huge metal volume: the snowmaking machine at the end of the slope.

His whole body ricocheted against the hard ice, his head slamming on the floor, his right leg twisted in all different angles. He wasn't sure if he got injured at all as he let out a final yelp before a numb feeling started to conquer his body, everything getting dark. Yushi couldn't move; there wasn't a single cell in his body that allowed him to move, not even to blink. The first time his body hit the floor, he knew he had to say goodbye to his dream, to the only thing he had been working on since he had been old enough to stand, the only thing he needed to do. And every hit made him think about all the things he was going to lose, until the last one, when he thought he was going to lose his life.

He just stayed there, with his eyes closed, falling unconsciously while snow kept hitting him with a softness he didn't recognize. Yushi never would have imagined how warm the snow could feel; it was like the gentle snowflakes were apologizing for their cruel previous actions, and before he was completely gone, he forgave the snow, he forgave the slope, the loose gear, and the rock.

Because Yushi couldn't blame it on anything else but himself.

He was unconscious when the world rushed back in; when the ski staff came around, and when Minjeong made her way to him, crying, shaking, and calling everyone. They picked him up like he was nothing, dead weight. People were collecting the gear and making way for the ski patrol to carry him outside, calling a helicopter to transfer him to the nearest hospital, as his body was not responding, and his leg was getting swollen by the minute a monstrous sight against the white.

Sion came like an absolute storm, running wildly across everything in their way until he got as close as the emergency ski patrol let him. He was the one who got into the helicopter, leaving their friends' feet below him, everyone too scared to cry. He didn't weep; he didn't shed a single tear until Yushi got into emergency surgery, and in the waiting room, he fell apart.

The guilt, the terror, the shock, everything came all at once.

He had tried to tell him, from the upper slope, that it was going to be too hard for him, but the strong weather and the distance made it impossible for Yushi to hear, and Sion had seen the whole way down, like a horror movie. He tried to scream, and the moment Yushi had fallen, he had started making his way down too, way too fast, but nothing could stop him. For fucks sake he had been training his whole life for it. When his boyfriend hit the snowmaking machine, he saw red, absolute fury, rage filling his body.

He was mad, mad at Hanbin for encouraging Yushi to try something harder. Mad at Yushi for being careless enough to do it. Mad at Minjeong for not taking care of him. But most importantly, he was mad at himself, so utterly enraged he wanted to slam himself into a support pole and let it be it. But his body moved on autopilot, getting as close to Yushi as he could.

But then, just when he was a few meters away, just in the surgery room at the end of the hall, Sion felt Yushi was miles away from him. And he didn't know how deep Sion felt for him, but Yushi was everything to his boyfriend.

Yushi, his Yushi, his sweet ballet dancer who had the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

The boy who frowned at him when he was angry, who cursed at him when he was hungry.

His Yushi, his muse. His inspiration to keep on pursuing his dream.

But that dream did not matter at all if he couldn't share it with him.

He paced around for minutes, hours, and their friends started arriving in groups until all of them filled the waiting room. Because of that, he felt suffocated, going insane in between the walls, hearing whispers, weeping, silent calls. Four hours later, the surgeon stepped out of the room, and with him, silence. Sion couldn't move, none of them did, not until he spoke.

"You are all here for Tokuno Yushi, right?"

They all nodded, some of them stood up, others sat down, bracing themselves for the worst.

"He had a femur fracture and excessive internal bleeding." He started "Also, a mild traumatic concussion, he's still unconscious. It's probably going to take a few hours still until he wakes up."

Sion's mind, blank with fear, supplied a terrible, forgotten task: His mother. He hadn't called Yushi's mother, his sweet but strict mother. His ballet mistress. He felt his head going blank as the doctor kept on explaining.

"He has a great muscular system, very resilient body, but bones are bones, and his leg will never be the same, but you know, depends on what-"

"He's a professional ballet dancer," Sion whispered, making the surgeon bite his lip. "Is he going to be able to-"

The surgeon's professional mask slipped for a second, his lips pressing into a thin line of pity. With that, Sion stopped talking, fearing the surgeon's next words.

"No," he quickly said, "He's not going to be able to dance again."

After that, Sion didn't recall a single thing. Not when Yushi's mother got there hours later, absolutely wrecked and cursing everyone that crossed her way. Her baby was injured, and Sion felt like it had been his fault entirely. He couldn't face her, couldn't meet her eyes, he couldn't step into the room with her, he couldn't wait for his boyfriend to wake up next to him. It was the beginning of his penance.

Yushi woke up ten hours later, slowly and quietly. Sion stumbled into the room as the doctors came to check on him, to tell him what happened, to make sure he was okay. They didn't mention a single thing, or maybe they did, Sion couldn't guess, his eyes locked on his baby, his world.

He stared back at Sion for the whole time the doctors were checking up on him. He just nodded and drank some water, his lip quivering at nothing. The moment Sion found himself in the room with Yushi and his mother, his boyfriend looked at his leg, his right leg, directly. The cast, the external fixture, the bloody gauzes. His face shifted, and he frowned slightly, his hands curling up on the blanket pooled around his hips, looking at his toes. They didn't move, they didn't move for the whole minute. Yushi tried to get them to work, and, like accepting surrender, without pronouncing a single word, he covered himself up his shoulders, closing his eyes while tears streamed down his face, as silent as the last yelp he had let out.

● ● ❄︎ ●

He wakes up screaming, silently, once again. Ari is not there, Sion is not there, and his leg burns through the mattress. He feels like falling slowly, all the way to the core of the earth with no one to catch him.

Yushi sits, quickly, his hair damp against his forehead, his whole pajama shirt sticking to his back in such an uncomfortable way that he rips it off. He's so hot he feels delirious. When he checks the hour, it's half past four. Groaning, he sits at the edge of his side of the bed, and even though he dreads the idea of what he's about to do, he folds himself forward, groping in the dark beneath the bed for his crutches. All the damn Christmas he has to take them out, and every year it's harder to do it, a clear sign he's not getting any better.

The walk to the bathroom is slow, and he leans a fair amount of weight into the crutches. Once he gets there, he takes some pills as well as soothing cream, which he applies slowly, massaging while sitting in the toilet. He knows where it hurts by memory, so he does it with his eyes closed, avoiding the ugly scars. He has faced them so little since he has had them, as Sion has always been the one taking care of him to such an extent, so in these times, when he's by himself, it hurts a little bit more.

Yushi waits for some minutes until the pills blur the sharpest edges and he feels a little bit better, then splashes cold water on his face. After that, he goes back to bed, removing the rest of his clothes. He feels sweaty, his whole side of the bed still damp, and he wishes he could shower, but he's in too much pain right now to stand unsupported, so he sneaks into Sion's side, which had been untouched for the past five days.

It's not only the soft scent of his husband, lavender and citrus, but something deeper. He feels connected to him in ways he can't explain, and even if his whole body is in pain and he feels hollowed out, Yushi falls asleep instantly once he rests his head on Sion's pillow.

His alarm goes off a couple of hours later, but his head is pounding, and he feels a little bit sick, which is only understandable given the dressing circumstances in the middle of December. He reaches for his glasses and quickly sends an email to Jiung, the guy in HR responsible for absences and sick days. The moment he sends it, he tries going back to sleep, but he's not twenty anymore, and his internal clock is against the idea of his getting some rest after seven am, so he gets on with his day.

For a guy like Yushi, the concept of getting on with his day is something a lot calmer than for the rest of the people's day off. He starts by doing some Christmas shopping, but not outside, rather surrendering himself and ordering online a bag for Sion. Once that is off the list, he gets out of bed, preparing some breakfast for himself and Ari, who, surprisingly, is still sleeping, curled up on one of the living room carpets.

Ten calls him early, and by the background noise, he guesses he must be driving to the office. Yushi is tempted to ask him to come by and pick him up, but he knows he needs to take care of himself. While they are talking on the phone, Yushi sits on the sofa with a couple of tasks he can do while sitting, like folding laundry into neat squares, making a grocery shopping list, and scheduling a couple of doctor appointments, for him and for Sion. They hung up eventually, and Yushi gets an email from Jiung, telling him he can get the rest of the week off. Considering it's Wednesday, he should feel grateful, because even if Sion is coming back today at night, he knows he needs rest, but as everything related to his injury, it's a low blow. He's just a little bit tired; he's not bedridden.

But probably Ten had been keeping an eye on him, and probably Jiung had told him about the morning email. Maybe Martin had complained, lovingly, that he missed yesterday's joint dinner. Maybe it was even Sion, calling in for him; he didn't know, but it pissed him off. The uncertainty of how people perceive him, the invisible decisions made about his capabilities, it ate him alive.

Only when he tastes blood, he realizes how deeply he had been biting his lip, one of his tics born from pure anxiety. He stands up, leaving the clothes half unfolded, and went to have a shower, limping slowly because he had deliberately left the crutches leaning on the kitchen counter. Ari follows him into the bathroom, curious stares at Yushi's slow movements, but the moment he lets water start running, she bolts out of the cubicle, leaving him and his thoughts alone for a good twenty minutes, wrapping himself afterwards in a towel and sitting in the toilet while drying. As he is about to go to their room to dress, he hears the distinct sound of the front door closing, and he freezes.

It couldn't be Sion, he was coming back way later, almost at midnight. It couldn't be the cleaning staff on a Wednesday, they had come on Monday. He gulps, his heart hammering against his ribs, thinking about how he was probably going to get robbed or injured again, helpless and half-naked. He searches frantically for something sharp to defend himself, the only thing being a pair of scissors and his injections, the one he used for better circulation. But that was nothing, nothing compared to-

"Yushi, baby, are you home?"

The voice echoes through the walls and hits Yushi softly, a wave of pure, disarming recognition. His whole body relaxes, as if it were a mermaid's call. He lets out a soft breath, dropping the potential weapons on the floor.

"Yes, I'm here," Yushi says, his voice steadier than he feels, standing up to get changed.

Sion's steps cross the hall slowly, making his way into his house, and he knocks on the bathroom door, and Yushi opens it for him.

His husband has the most beautiful face Yushi had ever seen on a human being. Dark brunette hair, falling softly on his ears, shorter at the nape, a bit flattened from the beanie he must have just removed. Big brown crinkly eyes behind long eyelashes, sharp nose, plump lips curved into the most heartwarming smile, making his whole face twist slightly upwards as he shows how happy he is to be back home.

His shoulders are not broader than his, but he's way stronger than Yushi is. It didn't used to be like that, back when he did ballet, and Sion was too busy being a university student. Their body proportions had been a showcase of their lives. Now, Sion has the body of an active man, long, thick arms and legs, a defined torso... everything Yushi wishes he could have, all covered by layers of clothes, the last one with subtle snowflakes on his shoulders, which makes Yushi think it has started to snow again. In a second, Sion hugs him, his arms enveloping his entire being, and he swears he feels his muscles release the tension and his knee getting lighter, like he had a magic effect on him.

"My baby, I've missed you so much," he whispers, kissing all the way from his ear to his nose.

Yushi gets on his tiptoes and kisses him on those lips, chapped and cold from the outside but achingly familiar, Sion cupping his face in return.

"I've missed you too," he whispers in between the kisses.

"Is everything okay?" Sion asks, hugging him once again and helping him get dry, "Why aren't you at work?"

"The question is, what are you doing here?" Yushi ricochets, though there's no heat in it. "Weren't you supposed to get here tonight?"

"Yes, but," he starts, reaching past Yushi to get his clothes and help him into them, "Sungchan and I wrapped the last interviews early and, well, I missed you."

Sion kisses him again as he gets the collar of the t-shirt down Yushi's face, his wet hair catching slightly in the cotton.

"And you? Because I got all giddy thinking I could surprise my husband while I prepare today's dinner, and turns out somebody has been naughty and skipping work," his husband coos, the tease laced with gentle concern.

Yushi melts at his words, because even if they both know why he's skipping work, he doesn't exactly say it, but he acknowledges it in his own way, in the way only Sion knows how to do. He doesn't reply instantly; instead, he finishes getting his pants and sits on the toilet lid. Ari gets into the bathroom with them, meowing softly and jumping into Yushi's lap. Without even mentioning routine, Sion takes off his jacket, hanging it on the door's handle, and he kneels in front of him, sliding the cotton pajama leg up to his thigh. Yushi focuses on his gaze, in his nose and his lips, and almost dreads the moment they start moving.

"I'm sorry, for the trip," Sion says, "You know how I've tried to avoid it in previous years, but this time-"

"It's okay," Yushi lies, "I'm glad you finally chose to go."

Even if it's not his intention, his words are a little bit resentful. Sion had skipped every winter event for the past twelve years, and each time, it made Yushi so guilty. It was always with different excuses, like the ones Mr. Lee told, his husband claimed he wanted to 'stay in and rest for the holiday,' or he was trying to 'not do any extra hours,' but Yushi knew they were not entirely true. Sion lived for winter sports, but he had ruined them for him forever.

"I didn't choose to go," Sion continues, his cream-covered fingertips finding the exact spot on Yushi's right knee. "I didn't want to go, I told you, baby. But Shotaro didn't have any-"

"I know," Yushi cuts in, softer now. "And I'm glad you went."

That, at least, it's not a lie, because Yushi couldn't chain him to the painful memory forever.

Sion doesn't say anything more; he just massages his knee softly and then gets his hand lower, relieving the tension in his calf.

"That doesn't hurt," Yushi says earnestly

"I know,"

Yushi doesn't stop looking at Sion, as every time his fingertips trace the outline of one of his scars, his face frowns, and he wants to kick him. Because his face doesn't frown like Yushi does, out of spite, out of anger, and disgust. Sion's frown is one of deep, pained worry, and it has a sweet, caring aftertaste that is somehow worse. Yushi swears his scars disappear for a while every time Sion massages them.

"Want to go to bed and rest?" his husband offers once he's done.

"I'm not tired," Yushi says, holding Ari in his arms as he stands, but she instantly jumps down.

"No, but I am. I've been driving since dawn, and Sungchan didn't shut up for a second. I actually need a nap."

He then nods, feeling a bit sorry for his grumpiness. Sion waits for him until he's crossing the bathroom door to stand up, but once he does, he follows Yushi closely, like he's observing him. He can't complain, because he had missed him dearly. He's not tired, his heart is beating too fast to close his eyes, in fact, he's just blinking so quickly it's like he's trying to digest whatever's happening in front of him: Sion removing more clothes, changing into some old pajamas, kissing Ari on the forehead, plugging his phone, and then lying down on the bed. It's unmade, it's sweaty, and Yushi cringes again, because he knows he should have washed them, but Sion seems so tired, so he indulges; he falls into bed too.

The second he lets his back against the mattress, he glues his body to Sion's, which is already curling to welcome him. His husband's chest is pressed against him, and he's cold, but they warm up in no time.

It's not the position he's uncomfortable about; it's the fact that they both know what's up, but neither of them talks about it. Yushi because he hates it, and Sion, for the same reason; because Yushi hates it so much. After being away from him for almost a week, he doesn't want to talk about those things. He had missed him.

He turns around, meeting his gaze once again. His piercing stare. They start getting warm, the thick duvet protecting them from everything that got them both shut. Yushi gets closer, and he kisses Sion in the crook of his neck. It's the same scent on the pillow but a hundred times stronger, wrapping him up in nothing but pure, undiluted Sion. It has a subtle minty aftertaste, probably because of the leftover cream and Sion's habit of spreading it through his fingers once he's done massaging Yushi.

The whole thing is enough to make Yushi yearn for him physically, a need that temporarily overrides the ache. His mouth moves upwards, his soft lips hitting Sion's stubble. His hands hold Yushi by his shoulders, and instantly, he pulls him close, clashing his lips.

Being with each other had always been a need for both of them, a way of expressing their love without saying a word. It doesn't matter if they live together, if they were thirty-five or twenty-two, if it was winter or summer. Sion knows how to take care of him in such ways, and he shows him how he softly kisses him, how he caresses one of his most intimate parts of his body, and how tender his movement feels. It's not mechanical, unlike other routines; it's always like Yushi discovers something new. After wet, searching kisses and slick, knowing touches, Sion turns him around, taking Yushi just as they both need, with a careful, consuming passion that leaves them both spent.

Afterwards, Sion cleans up efficiently and even changes the sweaty sheets in a quick minute while Yushi changes, for the third time of the day, into new clothes. He falls asleep quickly once he's back in his arms.

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He had been awake for too long, almost thirty-nine hours, but he couldn't sleep, not when his whole body was against it. His leg hurt like crazy, his hands and elbows were calloused because of the crutches, and he had a headache hard enough to make it impossible for him to open his eyes properly. But he saw around him, and he sensed everything, how Sion had shifted in his bed the previous night, getting as little sleep as him but not complaining at all the moment his alarm went off at dawn. In the morning, when Yushi was floating on a temporary, medication-induced calm, Sion had made breakfast for himself before going to university, and he only went because he had an exam that he couldn't miss, not like the others from the whole semester.

Since the accident, Yushi had dropped out of university, at least until he had recovered fully, not only physically but mentally, too. He thought that being a Performative Arts student who needed crutches to go to classes, who couldn't stand at the barre, was as ridiculous as it could get; he hadn't set foot on campus for almost a year and a half.

During that period, he had done nothing but cause discomfort.

Post operatory had been hell, he was stuck at the hospital for three weeks, but at least he had been taken care of by professionals. Since then, he had been at his house, his personal nightmare.

Every day, he fought with his mother, who resented herself and her son. Yushi was twenty-four, and the idea of being taken care of by his mother was excruciating. The idea of needing help to shower was too much to bear. Sion came by as much as Yushi allowed him to, which, despite Yushi's best efforts, was often. He assisted him in absolutely everything: changing bandages that revealed angry, healing flesh, cooking meals Yushi had no appetite for, doing laundry... At first, it was a couple of days a week, but by the fourth month, Sion moved in with them. Yushi's mother hadn't been hesitant for a moment, and he arranged the guest room to be completely occupied by his boyfriend.

Yushi had been the one who was hesitant, not only about the decision, but about his whole relationship with him.

Sion had dropped off everything the second Yushi fell, like he had been the one falling with him, too. He lost half a year of university, claiming he didn't need to be doing useless stuff when it could be actually helpful for him, taking care of him. In September, he did enroll again, continuing where he had left off, but he wasn't getting as good grades as he used to, missing submissions and deadlines every single week. He stopped going out with their friends, only meeting them when Yushi let them come visit, once every two months.

But he didn't complain once; in fact, it was like he was glad that he could be of help, which made Yushi miserable, because as he read it, not only had he ruined his whole life in an instant, he was slowly ruining his boyfriend's too. And he thought that if he left Sion, he was going to make him free, out of his misery and his boring lifestyle. He wanted to break their bond so many times, but it was impossible. Yushi knew that without him, he would have been absolutely gone, and it wasn't even about his injury anymore; it was about his own self.

How Sion smiled at him every time he came into his room at night and kissed him goodnight, every time he switched the news whenever they talked about something that could trigger Yushi, every time he held him in his arms as he showered him, deciding not to comment on how badly Yushi was crying, his silence a profound acknowledgment of a grief too big for words.

He couldn't leave him because even with all the pain and resentment towards himself, Yushi loved Sion. He never told him, not yet, but Yushi loved Sion so dearly, his heart swelling every single time their gazes crossed. Yushi couldn't leave Sion because deep down, he was so selfish, and without him, he would probably die.

So he muffled his intrusive thoughts every single day, but that didn't mean it was easy to act on them. There were days when Yushi was rude, ignoring Sion's feelings and words, picking fights over nothing, deliberately hurting him as a way to divert his own pain, which always failed, because Sion would just grow quieter, more careful, which made Yushi feel even worse.

Sion noticed, Yushi thought, because he started being careful with his actions the days Yushi wasn't being his best version, but he was also stubborn, which is what led them to that point.

Yushi's mother was out of town, and when she did that, Sion slept in Yushi's room. Not because she didn't let them sleep together when she was around, they were past that, but because Sion needed to take care of Yushi to an extent he wasn't aware of, like Yushi could fall off the bed at night, or he needed to stand up to pee and didn't find his crutches. Everything was a reason big enough to get close to him. He had asked him, and Yushi said yes, because he missed him dearly, but after two days of his boyfriend getting poor sleep and looking after him way too much, Yushi's guilt had turned into ugly anger.

He wasn't going to snap, but as Sion came back, he heard some rustling and cabinet sounds. He knew his boyfriend was trying to be as silent as possible, in case Yushi was taking a nap, so when he finished and pushed the bedroom door open, he was so surprised to see Yushi awake, almost not realizing there was something that wasn't sitting right with his boyfriend.

"Did you stop for groceries?" Yushi asked

"Yeah, I finished the exam early and-" Sion began, shrugging off his hoodie.

"Did you do well?"

"Not really," Sion admitted, folding the hoodie with tired hands. "I wasn't feeling great, but-"

"Then why didn't you stay longer? Review? Instead of going for groceries?" Yushi asked, interrupting him once again.

"I didn't do badly because I went to get groceries," Sion defended himself, folding the hoodie he had just taken off. "I went to get groceries because I did badly. I had time left and wanted a treat-"

"Still, my mom is coming back tomorrow. Why did you go?"

It wasn't just about the action itself, but the fact that Sion had spent his own money to buy food for his house, that he had taken the time to do so, and how used to it he seemed to be. Yushi was pushing, he knew, but he was so mad at everything, and Sion was the only one who was willing to accept his words. Even his friends had started to get tired of the person he was becoming.

Sion sat slowly on the edge of the bed, his weight making the mattress dip. He took a visible breath, trying to keep his calm.

"Because I wanted a sweet treat, and I didn't want your mom to come home to an empty fridge," his boyfriend said calmly, "It's okay, Yushi, I wanted to."

"That's not normal, Sion."

The words landed wrong because Yushi's lips twitched as he saw how hurt Sion seemed. It was a known sight, but it still sent a wave of self-hatred through him; he was in too deep now.

"You shouldn't be doing groceries for me," he quickly continued, "I don't want you to do it,"

"Okay," Sion said, soft, surrendering. "I'm sorry. I won't."

"You just accept it?" he pushed, desperate for the fight, "Aren't you going to ask anything or-"

"Not really, Yushi." Sion's voice was thick with exhaustion, not anger. "I'm a bit tired. And I know you are-"

"What Sion?" Yushi snapped, "I am what?"

"Like this," Sion said, his own frustration finally breaking through, gentle but firm. He gestured between them. "Tired. In pain. Scared. And... so angry. At everything. And I know I can't help you with that."

His shoulders slumped, the admission leaving him deflated.

"I can treat wounds," he continued "I can drive you to appointments, I can cook and help you bathe... and it's not only that I can do it, it's that I want to. But this" Sion pointed at both of them, "I can't help you with this, even if it's the only thing that I want to fix right now."

Yushi gulped, blinked, and then nodded. He knew Sion was right; he knew it, and maybe because of that, he couldn't fight it anymore. He gulped again, feeling the knot in his throat, blinked, realizing how bad he had been tearing up, and when he nodded, he sobbed. It was instantly muffled by Sion's chest, who hugged him tightly the moment he started crying. Everything that his boyfriend did hurt him and healed him at the same time.

It hurt because Yushi felt dependent. After all, it was the living proof of how unable Yushi was to function by himself. It hurt because every soft caress reminded him how fragile he was. It hurt because every time Sion got close, he felt exactly what he felt the moment he woke up after the accident. It hurt because Sion was losing his youth to take care of him; he was losing his life to be with Yushi.

But it healed him, because he felt seen. Sion never made him feel bad about said dependency, never questioned Yushi's value, never blamed him for his pain. He made everything seem so doable, so light, that sometimes Yushi found himself daydreaming about a future where he didn't wake up every single day in pain and scared to fall, even in his dreams.

There were a lot of things unsaid, a lot of feelings that needed to be discussed, and a lot of apologies to make, there were always going to be there, maybe. But in the quiet of the room, with Sion's heartbeat steady against his ear, Yushi made a promise to himself. They would have time. A whole lifetime, if they were stubborn enough. And that would have to be enough.

For the first time since he'd woken up in a hospital bed, it felt like it just might be.

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When he wakes up, Sion is not there, but he listens to soft carols in the living room and a soft smell of something really spicy; heavy scents of gochujang and garlic. Yushi checks his phone again, blinking softly to adjust to the sudden brightness.

24th December, 06:34 pm.

Exactly today, thirteen years ago, everything had changed. And Yushi has been trying to get better. Once again, not only physically, as he had never skipped a doctor appointment, not even his weekly Saturday physiotherapy session, but mentally. It had been as tough, surely, and he wasn't even halfway done, but he knew where he came from, what he had endured, and even if he was never going to be the only thing he had ever wanted to be since he remembered, the feeling wasn't as bitter as it used to be.

The idea of losing ballet had hurt even more than the accident, but he knew there was no point in dwelling on it. It was something still unresolved, in the bottom of his heart, the crushing weight of his dreams being run over every single time Shotaro texted him, every single 24th of December, every single time his mother caressed his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

But he was better.

He stands up slowly, and like that, he makes his way through the hall. The soft carols now filling the room, and the spicy smell turning into something a bit sweeter. Sion is cooking a lot of dishes at the same time, a couple of pans and three pots releasing their steam into the kitchen hood. When he spots Yushi, he smiles from ear to ear, and he giggles softly, making his way to him.

"Why are you laughing?" Yushi asks softly as Sion hugs him, making him laugh too, because his husband's laughs were always contagious.

"Your hair," His husband confesses, reaching out to tame a wild strand. "it looks even worse than when you bleached it-"

"That was a lifetime ago!" Yushi defended himself, letting Sion guide him to a stool at the kitchen island. "You didn't even know me back then!"

"No, but you know I had the world's fattest crush on you even before we started talking," Sion adds, going back to the cooking station. "I thought you weren't going to wake up. I was about to send Ari to come get you."

"I was tired," Yushi finally admits, and Sion turns around to meet him. "Didn't sleep well last night, but it was only last night, I promise."

Sion smiles, and he gives Yushi his phone.

"Play something nice, holiday vibes only."

Yushi nods, and he starts queueing his favorite holiday music. There are not that many of them, but thankfully, each song takes him back to actual great winter memories. As Sion keeps cooking, he tells him softly about his trip, how Sungchan missed the second day of shooting because he was hungover and sick with the flu. He laughs at everything his husband says, and he goes through his gallery when he tells him about specific pictures to see them with his own eyes. In one of them, Sion is taking a selfie with a mascot shaped like a green star with wings, and the next one with a pink star too. There are others about food, so many about the hotel's breakfast, and others about the event.

The landscape is so beautiful that it makes Yushi's heart ache, a sharp pain in his heart as his body shivers at the sight of so much snow in the broad daylight. When he thinks he's about to cry, he searches for a picture of Sion, another selfie, this time with Sungchan and Shotaro.

"Can't believe I'm married to you, seriously," Yushi murmurs, his thumb hovering over the screen. "You have the most beautiful face in the world."

Sion quickly drops the cooking, which had been getting slower because some dishes were already getting finished, and he kisses him so much it tickles Yushi, making him squirm in the stool, but his husband's hands are glued to his waist, not leaving room for a single thing other than to hold him and get him close.

"Talking about marriage, I have a present for you," Sion says as he kisses Yushi and starts plating the dinner.

"Love, don't we always do presents after dinner?"

"And we're still going to do it like that," he adds giddily, "But I wanted to cheer you up."

Yushi's smile stays, wondering if he likes what Sion just said. If he said it, it's because it shows that Yushi is not fully happy at the moment, which can be only understandable considering the circumstances, but he guesses it's a good thing that Sion is trying, as he always does.

They have dinner next to the corner of their apartment, where the big glass window is filled with snowflakes, and the dinner table welcomes them with a great setting that Sion had already prepared. For Christmas Eve, they always have Korean food, so the table is filled with the usual rice cake soup, along with kimchi pancakes and braised short ribs. Tomorrow, they will make fried chicken and a weak attempt at a strawberry cake, but now, the food is good enough to shut them both up and wrap them in everything that joins them. The background music, too, is the streaming platform playing songs in between Sion's carols and Yushi's slow tunes.

Ari meows at Sion, who shares with her some of the rib's meat, and Yushi scolds him even though he knows he had been doing the same thing for the past days. Yushi tells him about the office, the posts that Martin had been posting about the next week's outing, which, weirdly, is not an activity-related outing; instead, they proposed to go to a movie and have dinner later.

"Maybe we could join," his husband says as he bites into the last piece of the kimchi pancake.

"We?" Yushi echoes, "Would you want to come to see a movie with my co-workers?"

"Why are you saying that as if they were the devil?" Sion laughs. "Yes, I want to."

"No, it's not that," Yushi laughs back, "But yes, I'll tell him we will be there."

They keep on finishing dinner, and not even a second before they devour the honey-filled pancake as dessert, Sion stands up quickly, his red thick socks mopping the way while he goes to the guest room, and he comes out with surprisingly nothing in between his hands. Yushi is confused, but knowing his husband, he wasn't worried; he always gave Yushi the best presents. When he sits, he taps his fingers on the table playfully, and when Yushi keeps on being silent, he breaks his ten-second silence.

"You have to guess!"

"Sion, you could literally have everything-"

"Not everything," he quickly corrects. "I couldn't have another cat in my pocket."

"Oh, so it's in your pocket... Great hint," Yushi teased "Money?"

"Close enough," Sion offers

"How can I guess it, Sion? It can be like a hundred things!"

"Okay! Okay, close your eyes,"

Yushi obeys, and he softly closes his eyes, extending his arms all the way to his fingers. The first thing he feels is Sion's lips on his palms, kissing them softly, and he blushes. They are the kind of kiss that reassures Yushi to the core, so he relaxes, but that only lasts a few seconds before he feels a small box on his hand. His fingers curl around it like it might save his life, and without asking, he opens his eyes, way too excited. He had been missing this domesticity far more than he would like to admit, considering Sion had only been gone for 5 days.

"Open it, baby," Sion encourages him.

They were both so eager, and Yushi, who has been learning to accept Sion's love languages, opens the small pouch. Inside, he found a ring, a very slim and shiny silver ring with a tiny snowflake inside a resin droplet. It's beautiful, it's the most perfect snowflake Yushi had ever seen in his whole life. He doesn't need to try it on; Sion had given him their engagement ring three years ago, nailing the size, so he just keeps staring at it in the box.

"It's so beautiful, love, so beautiful,"

Then Yushi tries it on, the new ring on his middle finger, complementing the wedding one. He looks at it from all angles possible, and he smiles so much he thinks he looks out of himself, but he just wants to keep on looking at it.

"Do you know where it is from?" His husband asks, like it's the most normal question ever.

"The ring?"

"No, silly, the snowflake," he answers, once again, like it's the most common thing to know, "Where do you think it is from?"

"Wait, but this is real?" Yushi stares at him.

"The shape, yes, it's a copy of a real one," Sion explains, but seeing how confused Yushi is looking, he continues, "It was one of the first snowflakes from the first snow of the year we started talking, the year before we started dating."

Yushi is in awe, and the longer he blinks, the less sense it makes.

"Fourteen years ago, we started talking. I remember it was the twenty-third of December. You were coming out of a rehearsal, and I saw you from afar, but I knew who you were, because I thought you were the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my entire life,"

It's not only that Yushi is tearing up because Sion remembers, he's also tearing up because he remembers too, and how intense everything felt when he was in his twenties.

"I asked you about directions for the music room, and not only did you give them to me, but walked me across campus to show it to me," Sion narrates. "That night, as I was coming home, it started snowing so much that I had to get into a random store. And the moment I was going to open the door, I realized that exact tiny snowflake in my sleeve, and for a reason, it reminded me of you, so I had to take a picture of it."

It's the overwhelming flood of being known so thoroughly, loved so specifically, that's making him cry. Before Yushi can ask one of the hundred questions running around his mind, Sion continues.

"I think it reminded me of you because of how beautiful it was, and how strong but fragile at the same time, how unique, you know." Sion is not tearing up, but he is emotional as he finishes, "So yes, that's where that snowflake is from. Recreated and preserved in resin, nothing fancy."

It's everything that Yushi needs. He stands up as quickly as he can because he needs Sion close, all the time. Sion hugs him tighter, and he sits him in his lap, kissing his face until Yushi needs to blow his nose, so he takes it as his cue to go for some tissues and his present.

After Sion's one, he's not that insecure, because in a way, they had both thought about the same thing. On his way back from the bathroom, he picks up the bag, and he places it in Sion's lap, who acts very surprised and smiley.

"Whoa! This is so big!" He cheers, instantly taking the thin square out of it, covered in the only wrapping paper that Jaemin had that wasn't pink. "Can I open it now?"

Yushi nods, and Sion gets to work. This time, Sion tears up badly, and he lets out a muffled sob. Yushi has to stand up again to check it from Sion's perspective. The frame looks neat, a small light wood wrapping a clear glass, and inside, a newspaper page. A very old newspaper, from exactly thirteen years ago.

It wasn't the usual newspaper; it was the local one, where people used to gather news from all around the town and filled a few pages with such things as improvements on the streets, the election of the new mayor, the opening of a new school, or, like the one that Sion had in his hands, an event. An event where he and Yushi had participated in very different aspects.
Youth Arts Festival: A Night of Movement, Memory, and Community
by Oh Sion, 3rd year Journalism Student Contributor Last night's Youth Arts Festival brought together families, students, and neighbors in the community center's auditorium, filling the space with an atmosphere of anticipation and pride. The program showcased a wide range of performances, from choral arrangements to live performances, highlighting the dedication of the young artists who had prepared for months. While each presentation carried its own charm, the evening reached its emotional height with its final act: a contemporary ballet solo by Tokuno Yushi. His choreography combined precision with an expressive maturity that had never been seen in performers his age, moving the audience from quiet attention to breath-holding silence. Dancing under a single warm spotlight, Tokuno delivered a piece centered on memory and letting go, using fluid, sweeping motions that contrasted sharply with moments of stillness. His control and musicality created a sense of narrative without words. Teachers and students praised the student's performance, marking it as one of the most memorable contributions in the festival's recent years. The festival continues to be an important space for young talents to explore their craft, but last night, it was Tokuno Yushi who reminded the community of the power of a single performer to transform a stage.
Underneath it, a lot of snapshots of the day of the event, and as the text, half of them were of Yushi, his twenty-two-year self, doing what he loved the most, which was dancing. He performed a contemporary ballet solo called 'Something's in the Water'. The pictures showed him posing with square hips, long reach with one arm forward, face absolutely submerged into the performance. The second one is doing a floor spiral, a turn of the torso on the floor, one hand supporting, one reaching out; this one was his move. The last is the final pose: seated, head bowed, hands soft on the floor.

It's a memory Yushi has so engraved in his mind that he doesn't cry when he sees it, because he remembers clearly how exhausted he was training for that, the cramps, his beaten-up feet, and tense shoulders. He feels miserable when he can't recall a feeling, when he forgets how a pose was made, or what the sequence of a specific recital is. But that memory is so vivid he could have sworn it was from yesterday.

Sion, on the other hand, is crying heavily, unable to let go of the framed newspaper but turning around to Yushi to meet his eyes, his shoulders still shaking. Yushi back hugs him, letting his chest rest against Sion's shoulders, kissing him on his cheek.

"This is- I don't even-" his husband hiccups "Where did you get this?"

"Jaemin's archive," Yushi says, "Went the other day to see him, I knew he'd have it."

"This is- God, it's so embarrassing but-"

"Embarrassing? Why?" Yushi asks playfully

"Because I was so obsessed with you!" Sion says, this time placing the present softly on the table so he can properly turn around to hug Yushi, sitting him once again on his lap. "The journalist team ripped me apart and told me I wasn't being professional at all, but they only let me publish it because nobody else covered the recital."

Sion's right hand is on his hip, the left one on his thigh, as it had always been. At first, it was because Yushi's right leg was completely butchered, absolutely out of reach of anything that wasn't treating the wounds. When they got better, he hated his scars and how they made him look; once ballerina-like, lean and strong legs turned into weak and thin flesh, so insignificant it couldn't hold his own weight. Yushi hated seeing them; even soft touches sent shivers down his spine due to nerve endings and other things that he didn't want to think about.

But his boyfriend, then husband, had learnt how to hold and touch Yushi in all the right places, never crossing a single boundary, never making him feel ugly, always seen without a single hint of judgement behind his eyes. It had been overwhelming at first, but Yushi knew that without it, he would have been so lost.

"I love you so much, Yushi, I do," Sion whispered, kissing his jaw. "I had loved you since the moment I saw you, and I will love you until the end of time,"

"That's a lot of time," Yushi says with a smile, turning to face his husband.

"I don't even think it's enough."

As if on cue, the music changes abruptly into one of their songs.

Being together for so many years only meant having memories linked to all different kinds of media, like the collection of all the phones Sion had during the years, all with cracked screens and bent buttons, or their shared trip journals and playlists. Everything bonded them in such ways they couldn't explain because it was so deep inside them that words didn't do justice.

Sion asks with his eyes because he wants to stand up, so Yushi does it first. His husband's hands hold him by the waist now, and he moves slightly to the center of their living room, a small area lit by the warm lights on the ceiling. Yushi knows what Sion is going to do, and like in command, he extends one of his arms, a silent call to his husband.

He takes Sion's hands, and he pulls closer, softly. The way Yushi's feet find ground on Sion's is something that he hasn't done in so long. Sion welcomes Yushi's weight on his own feet, and he presses him by his waist to his torso. Yushi can feel how seamlessly he moves, how flowy his moves are, how Yushi's feet lift whenever Sion swings his own. It's not like he knows how to move according to the rhythm, but with Yushi's help, they create their own pace, like they always had.

Yushi holds onto Sion, melting into his arms, and he feels so great. Even if it's winter, even if his leg aches a bit, even if the snowflake on his finger burns a little, even if the song ignites his memories, he feels grounded, alive, and safe.

For most people, Christmas is the whole reason winter exists. The joyful spirits, reunions with family, being thankful, and showing appreciation to others... It's the perfect excuse to slow down and hold the people you love closer.

For Yushi, Christmas is the biggest reminder of how Sion is the best thing that he has found. It's the season that showed him how lucky he was to have him by his side, the one month of the year when he's hyperaware of how grateful he is for being who he was and the man who never left his side.

Because winter's bite means nothing when he is wrapped in Sion's warmth. It hasn't for twelve years. It won't for all the years to come.

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miserable - baggyjeans (beewonu) - NCT (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—
#giyoon #minyoon au https://t.co/LtWuHTKApq

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—
#giyoon #minyoon au https://t.co/LtWuHTKApq

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—#giyoon #minyoon au pic.twitter.com/LtWuHTKApq
— ♛ (@scriptreine) August 7, 2025

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—
#giyoon #minyoon au https://t.co/LtWuHTKApq

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—
#giyoon #minyoon au https://t.co/LtWuHTKApq

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Rimba awalnya cuman ingin tau, siapa lelaki yang jadi alasan dirinya dan si mantan putus. Tapi kenapa berujung dia yang malah akrab?

—
#giyoon #minyoon au https://t.co/LtWuHTKApq

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? https://t.co/y9VbShZ360

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? https://t.co/y9VbShZ360

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? pic.twitter.com/y9VbShZ360
— rin. (@fairyndiary_) August 2, 2025

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? https://t.co/y9VbShZ360

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? https://t.co/y9VbShZ360

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Hong Mingi x Park Yoonho short au.

— gian ini, lagi membully atau apa? kok mesra? kok perhatian? https://t.co/y9VbShZ360

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markno au — be my escape 

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. https://t.co/qXqAzJJaaW

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markno au — be my escape 

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. https://t.co/qXqAzJJaaW

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markno au — be my escape

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. pic.twitter.com/qXqAzJJaaW
— ila (@litamateur) May 1, 2022

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markno au — be my escape 

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. https://t.co/qXqAzJJaaW

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markno au — be my escape 

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. https://t.co/qXqAzJJaaW

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markno au — be my escape 

atof: music studio, cold fingers, dark eyes, 14th feb. zio: metronome, warm skin, thick eyelashes, lover boy. https://t.co/qXqAzJJaaW

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. https://t.co/ieX0jArJSn

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. https://t.co/ieX0jArJSn

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. pic.twitter.com/ieX0jArJSn
— ila (@glacilate) March 19, 2022

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. https://t.co/ieX0jArJSn

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. https://t.co/ieX0jArJSn

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hyuckren au ; broken rhapsody

here is the thing you should know beforehand, first: ardith is a vocalist for a band. second: he has four bandmates, third: he's in love with his bandmate slash bestfriend even though he knows the feelings won't ever be reciprocated. https://t.co/ieX0jArJSn

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. https://t.co/oC2y5EfTHV

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. https://t.co/oC2y5EfTHV

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. pic.twitter.com/oC2y5EfTHV
— ila (@litamateur) August 10, 2024

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. https://t.co/oC2y5EfTHV

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. https://t.co/oC2y5EfTHV

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unspoken desires — markno au series

yorki never imagined his routine meeting his lecturer, ezra, would stir something within him. the lines blur between admiration and something deeper. https://t.co/oC2y5EfTHV

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fully yours, K. pic.twitter.com/13Vfl3LxOd
— min asa (@RENCHYUCK) July 3, 2023

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA https://t.co/duE20yeiQI

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA https://t.co/duE20yeiQI

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA pic.twitter.com/duE20yeiQI
— tyy (@rhforme) May 25, 2025

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA https://t.co/duE20yeiQI

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA https://t.co/duE20yeiQI

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a hyuckren au!
—— DILEMMA https://t.co/duE20yeiQI

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. https://t.co/nk8XTweJi8

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. https://t.co/nk8XTweJi8

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. pic.twitter.com/nk8XTweJi8
— slow (@hnginjuns) April 28, 2024

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. https://t.co/nk8XTweJi8

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. https://t.co/nk8XTweJi8

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kalopsia;

(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

hyuckren au. https://t.co/nk8XTweJi8

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.
— َ (@cupsociety) November 12, 2024

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.

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mixed signals.
———
siyu / yusion series au,
by cupsociety.

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates https://t.co/xfSBWEY01O

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates https://t.co/xfSBWEY01O

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates pic.twitter.com/xfSBWEY01O
— sam (@debursamudera) March 12, 2025

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates https://t.co/xfSBWEY01O

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates https://t.co/xfSBWEY01O

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To Be Loved is To Be 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱

"when logic starts to leave a space open for feelings, love doesnt ask for permission—it simply walks in"

→ syonushi - yutsyon au
→ from stranger to lover
→ love after heartbreak
→ roommates https://t.co/xfSBWEY01O

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. https://t.co/UC6DgFk3jU

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. https://t.co/UC6DgFk3jU

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. pic.twitter.com/UC6DgFk3jU
— seith (@deligal) November 9, 2024

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. https://t.co/UC6DgFk3jU

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. https://t.co/UC6DgFk3jU

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hello, stranger.
a jaeri ft. yusion au

berawal dari raven yang ketakutan tidur sendirian karena mendadak kamar kosnya berhantu, sampai harus terpaksa menginap di kamar adik tingkatnya yang sama sekali tidak akrab dengannya serta punya kebiasaan aneh saat tidur. https://t.co/UC6DgFk3jU

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. https://t.co/OCr2RiSI41

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. https://t.co/OCr2RiSI41

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. pic.twitter.com/OCr2RiSI41
— alshe ౨ৎ (@wushione) April 3, 2025

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. https://t.co/OCr2RiSI41

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. https://t.co/OCr2RiSI41

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the apartment we won’t share,
a yusion very short au. https://t.co/OCr2RiSI41

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 
a hyuckren au. https://t.co/sNsNMowRiH

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 
a hyuckren au. https://t.co/sNsNMowRiH

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵
a hyuckren au. pic.twitter.com/sNsNMowRiH
— ri (@deardhr) October 20, 2023

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 
a hyuckren au. https://t.co/sNsNMowRiH

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 
a hyuckren au. https://t.co/sNsNMowRiH

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𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵 
a hyuckren au. https://t.co/sNsNMowRiH

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Darl+ing,

──

Jeon Wonwoo’s lokal au. https://t.co/fOnopfZdIP

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Darl+ing,

──

Jeon Wonwoo’s lokal au. pic.twitter.com/fOnopfZdIP
— Ravén., (@voumeyszo) July 23, 2022

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Darl+ing,

──

Jeon Wonwoo’s lokal au. https://t.co/fOnopfZdIP

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Darl+ing,

──

Jeon Wonwoo’s lokal au. https://t.co/fOnopfZdIP

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." https://t.co/LFp20zz4L8

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." https://t.co/LFp20zz4L8

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." pic.twitter.com/LFp20zz4L8
— tyy (@rhforme) January 28, 2024

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." https://t.co/LFp20zz4L8

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." https://t.co/LFp20zz4L8

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a hyuckren au!
— battle of souls

"every susah dibilangin bf, need a galak bf." https://t.co/LFp20zz4L8

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] https://t.co/LofCbyRP6F

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] https://t.co/LofCbyRP6F

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] pic.twitter.com/LofCbyRP6F
— KIMBEL UPDATED 🙏 (@seutaslara) March 21, 2024

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] https://t.co/LofCbyRP6F

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] https://t.co/LofCbyRP6F

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— Pangeran Selatan

Pangeran tidak akan pernah tunduk, kecuali pada sang Raja.

; #nomin long au [re-continued] https://t.co/LofCbyRP6F

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU https://t.co/RyPb279TcA

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU https://t.co/RyPb279TcA

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU pic.twitter.com/RyPb279TcA
— jun - CUTI (@santenijo) October 7, 2021

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU https://t.co/RyPb279TcA

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU https://t.co/RyPb279TcA

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍
: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘

— a JaeRen Twitter AU https://t.co/RyPb279TcA

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Arwah Penasaran 
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan. 
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. https://t.co/MvuUojmYqF

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Arwah Penasaran 
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan. 
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. https://t.co/MvuUojmYqF

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Arwah Penasaran
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan.
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. pic.twitter.com/MvuUojmYqF
— jun - CUTI (@santenijo) July 15, 2021

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Arwah Penasaran 
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan. 
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. https://t.co/MvuUojmYqF

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Arwah Penasaran 
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan. 
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. https://t.co/MvuUojmYqF

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Arwah Penasaran 
— a Renhyuck twitter AU.

Raib, mahasiswa krimi-nologi, yang mulai bisa liat han-tu sejak berhubungan badan dengan teman kosnya yang kesurupan. 
Akhirnya dia menyelidiki kasus si arwah penasaran, Hugo. Dia curiga pembunuh Hugo adalah salah satu teman kosnya. https://t.co/MvuUojmYqF

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." https://t.co/m6mblU7ACa

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." https://t.co/m6mblU7ACa

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." pic.twitter.com/m6mblU7ACa
— qila (@aliqque) April 27, 2023

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." https://t.co/m6mblU7ACa

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." https://t.co/m6mblU7ACa

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Noren au
— Clair de Lune

"In a sky full of stars, you are the moon that shines brighter to my eyes." https://t.co/m6mblU7ACa

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? https://t.co/f5q5RyFG2f

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? https://t.co/f5q5RyFG2f

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? pic.twitter.com/f5q5RyFG2f
— qila (@aliqque) March 12, 2022

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? https://t.co/f5q5RyFG2f

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? https://t.co/f5q5RyFG2f

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Noren au
— Flummox

; Why can't he see me that way? https://t.co/f5q5RyFG2f

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami https://t.co/RIYrUcp0IC

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami https://t.co/RIYrUcp0IC

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami pic.twitter.com/RIYrUcp0IC
— lami. (@elamiaur) August 24, 2023

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami https://t.co/RIYrUcp0IC

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami https://t.co/RIYrUcp0IC

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≡ Equivalent

mark lee au ©lami https://t.co/RIYrUcp0IC

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. https://t.co/tjrBbOrdia

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. https://t.co/tjrBbOrdia

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. pic.twitter.com/tjrBbOrdia
— slow (@hnginjuns) August 19, 2022

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. https://t.co/tjrBbOrdia

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. https://t.co/tjrBbOrdia

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moonstruck;

(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

hyuckren au, ft. doren. https://t.co/tjrBbOrdia

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. https://t.co/gAJrYb6wAV

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. https://t.co/gAJrYb6wAV

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. pic.twitter.com/gAJrYb6wAV
— Ci (@nomin1stt) August 21, 2022

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. https://t.co/gAJrYb6wAV

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. https://t.co/gAJrYb6wAV

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Nomin AU; 𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪

Gimana jadinya kalau Juin harus sekantor dengan mantan FWB-annya—Juillet? Masalahnya, dulu Juin yang ngilang duluan dan sekarang sialnya dia yang jadi bawahan. https://t.co/gAJrYb6wAV

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Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/TMs2jlaZ6w

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Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/TMs2jlaZ6w

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Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU pic.twitter.com/TMs2jlaZ6w
— Nda. (@ndabercerita) November 13, 2023

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Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/TMs2jlaZ6w

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/TMs2jlaZ6w

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
Keluarga Pak Sabian

Baekhyun ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/TMs2jlaZ6w

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis. 

hyuckren local au 
© tiurbulence https://t.co/NCQrKIdDV5

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis. 

hyuckren local au 
© tiurbulence https://t.co/NCQrKIdDV5

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis.

hyuckren local au
© tiurbulence pic.twitter.com/NCQrKIdDV5
— Awl. (@tiurbulence) October 15, 2024

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis. 

hyuckren local au 
© tiurbulence https://t.co/NCQrKIdDV5

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis. 

hyuckren local au 
© tiurbulence https://t.co/NCQrKIdDV5

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐢 — semuanya tidak terduga dan tidak sesuai rencana, mulai dari kehidupannya sebagai residen hingga masalahnya dengan dokter spesialis. 

hyuckren local au 
© tiurbulence https://t.co/NCQrKIdDV5

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lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this) 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/JtkQaziXuj

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lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this) 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/JtkQaziXuj

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lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this)

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages pic.twitter.com/JtkQaziXuj
— ela (@1106pages) March 31, 2023

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lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this) 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/JtkQaziXuj

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this) 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/JtkQaziXuj

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
lost then i learned,
(from we shouldn’t be like this) 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/JtkQaziXuj

# data[].attributes.wish_content.attachment_props.text
we shouldn’t be like this 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages

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we shouldn’t be like this 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/k6llv8Y8PF

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we shouldn’t be like this

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages pic.twitter.com/k6llv8Y8PF
— ela (@1106pages) October 9, 2022

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we shouldn’t be like this 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/k6llv8Y8PF

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
we shouldn’t be like this 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/k6llv8Y8PF

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
we shouldn’t be like this 

lee haechan au
; by 1106pages

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end of the road 

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages https://t.co/ji9JV32Hmi

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end of the road 

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages https://t.co/ji9JV32Hmi

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end of the road

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages pic.twitter.com/ji9JV32Hmi
— ela (@1106pages) May 13, 2022

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end of the road 

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages https://t.co/ji9JV32Hmi

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end of the road 

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages https://t.co/ji9JV32Hmi

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
end of the road 

lee jeno local au
; 1106pages https://t.co/ji9JV32Hmi

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au 

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au 

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung https://t.co/Kuc5AgP83A

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung pic.twitter.com/Kuc5AgP83A
— alis ⭑ (@chogiwabois) April 20, 2020

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au 

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung https://t.co/Kuc5AgP83A

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au 

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung https://t.co/Kuc5AgP83A

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𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 || EXO X NCT au 

- Sehun, Jaehyun, Jaemin & Jisung

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haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj

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haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/9PT3aq8in8

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haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj pic.twitter.com/9PT3aq8in8
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) September 18, 2022

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haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/9PT3aq8in8

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haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/9PT3aq8in8

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
haidan bem

— heeseung short au
writtenbyinfj

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shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj

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shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/NVjzRuaX2i

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shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj pic.twitter.com/NVjzRuaX2i
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) September 25, 2022

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shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/NVjzRuaX2i

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shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/NVjzRuaX2i

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
shaka komdis

— sunghoon short au
writtenbyinfj

# data[].attributes.wish_content.attachment_props.text
jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj

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jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/KgIERkXeGt

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jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj pic.twitter.com/KgIERkXeGt
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) October 9, 2022

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jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/KgIERkXeGt

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/KgIERkXeGt

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
jayendra logistik

— jay short au
writtenbyinfj

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julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj

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julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/UfRgwJ4aG1

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julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj pic.twitter.com/UfRgwJ4aG1
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) October 22, 2022

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julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/UfRgwJ4aG1

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julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj https://t.co/UfRgwJ4aG1

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
julio pubdok

— jake short au
writtenbyinfj

# data[].attributes.wish_content.attachment_props.text
kita usahakan rumah itu. 

— lee heeseung one shot au 
written by firesignsclub ☆

# data[].attributes.wish_content.attachment_props.original_text
kita usahakan rumah itu. 

— lee heeseung one shot au 
written by firesignsclub ☆ https://t.co/IfdhPBsxd6

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.embed_code
kita usahakan rumah itu.

— lee heeseung one shot au
written by firesignsclub ☆ pic.twitter.com/IfdhPBsxd6
— indy ✭ (@firesignsclub) October 14, 2023

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kita usahakan rumah itu. 

— lee heeseung one shot au 
written by firesignsclub ☆ https://t.co/IfdhPBsxd6

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
kita usahakan rumah itu. 

— lee heeseung one shot au 
written by firesignsclub ☆ https://t.co/IfdhPBsxd6

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.text
kita usahakan rumah itu. 

— lee heeseung one shot au 
written by firesignsclub ☆

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gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108

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gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108 https://t.co/JzYu7zdtr1

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gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108 pic.twitter.com/JzYu7zdtr1
— summer (@mrslee1108) March 31, 2022

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gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108 https://t.co/JzYu7zdtr1

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.metadata.attachment_props.original_text
gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108 https://t.co/JzYu7zdtr1

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gab & gea.
_______

a Mark Lee AU.
©mrslee1108

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja) 

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja) 

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau https://t.co/KaAAqo5RGe

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja)

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau pic.twitter.com/KaAAqo5RGe
— Rasi🐣 (@wwiyellow) November 30, 2023

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja) 

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau https://t.co/KaAAqo5RGe

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja) 

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau https://t.co/KaAAqo5RGe

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7 LILIN
(untuk Ayah dari Raja) 

"Kata Ayah, kita itu 7 bukan 6. Tapi kata ibu, kita itu 6 bukan 7."

Jaehyun ft 7 dream
Nctau

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- ICU- 

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.” 

NCT Dream horror story

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- ICU- 

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.” 

NCT Dream horror story https://t.co/K6FDA3AYtW

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- ICU-

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.”

NCT Dream horror story pic.twitter.com/K6FDA3AYtW
— s (@skysphire) January 6, 2022

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- ICU- 

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.” 

NCT Dream horror story https://t.co/K6FDA3AYtW

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- ICU- 

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.” 

NCT Dream horror story https://t.co/K6FDA3AYtW

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- ICU- 

“Gue ngerasanya kita tidur di villa, tapi ternyata kita gelantungan di pohon.” 

NCT Dream horror story

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- Paris and the Rain - 

Haechan AU https://t.co/JnbRXoUFJ9

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- Paris and the Rain -

Haechan AU pic.twitter.com/JnbRXoUFJ9
— s (@skysphire) November 24, 2021

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- Paris and the Rain - 

Haechan AU https://t.co/JnbRXoUFJ9

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- Paris and the Rain - 

Haechan AU https://t.co/JnbRXoUFJ9

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“Oi, abang, oi”

— Renjun au https://t.co/BMeHIUHIZc

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“Oi, abang, oi”

— Renjun au pic.twitter.com/BMeHIUHIZc
— molen 2k (@armaraher) January 11, 2024

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“Oi, abang, oi”

— Renjun au https://t.co/BMeHIUHIZc

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“Oi, abang, oi”

— Renjun au https://t.co/BMeHIUHIZc

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee https://t.co/ijtHLCb9Ry

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee pic.twitter.com/ijtHLCb9Ry
— shannin (@shanninsee) October 12, 2023

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee https://t.co/ijtHLCb9Ry

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee https://t.co/ijtHLCb9Ry

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The Hidden Reality
Realitas yang Tersembunyi

Jay Park au
written by shanninsee

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                    “Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

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                    “Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

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“Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

ㅤ pic.twitter.com/UDQd5KzB4U
— è. (@1998ur_) June 24, 2023

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                    “Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

ㅤ https://t.co/UDQd5KzB4U

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                    “Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

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                    “Narasi Perihal Ayah.”

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au https://t.co/xKD7SPv1YC

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au pic.twitter.com/xKD7SPv1YC
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) November 20, 2022

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au https://t.co/xKD7SPv1YC

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au https://t.co/xKD7SPv1YC

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Dari Hava: Surat Kedua Belas

— heeseung local au

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                         “La La Lost You.”

                              ㅤ

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                         “La La Lost You.”

                              ㅤ https://t.co/vkY2nmmZTf

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“La La Lost You.”

ㅤ pic.twitter.com/vkY2nmmZTf
— è. (@1998ur_) January 18, 2021

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                         “La La Lost You.”

                              ㅤ https://t.co/vkY2nmmZTf

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                         “La La Lost You.”

                              ㅤ https://t.co/vkY2nmmZTf

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                         “La La Lost You.”

                              ㅤ

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_ https://t.co/uBV37YqBq7

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_ pic.twitter.com/uBV37YqBq7
— 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀. (@namericoffee_) October 13, 2021

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_ https://t.co/uBV37YqBq7

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_ https://t.co/uBV37YqBq7

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30 Days

— kim doyoung au
© namericoffee_

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don’t give up, jiro! — a jisung au https://t.co/VoGFxBaO3L

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— ✰ (@lokahati) July 19, 2021

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don’t give up, jiro! — a jisung au https://t.co/VoGFxBaO3L

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don’t give up, jiro! — a jisung au https://t.co/VoGFxBaO3L

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU]

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU] https://t.co/4TYp4kzafF

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU] pic.twitter.com/4TYp4kzafF
— 🌌 ᴬᵁ (@midnightstalks) May 14, 2020

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU] https://t.co/4TYp4kzafF

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU] https://t.co/4TYp4kzafF

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— THE PRODIGY

(noun) an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

[00 Line AU]

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy."

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy." https://t.co/1JiWP8PqY3

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy." pic.twitter.com/1JiWP8PqY3
— 🌌 ᴬᵁ (@midnightstalks) August 12, 2020

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy." https://t.co/1JiWP8PqY3

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy." https://t.co/1JiWP8PqY3

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THE PRODIGY : Final Road

— an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.

"Nobody told me i am the young prodigy."

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au.

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au. https://t.co/tvgiRDx6TQ

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au. pic.twitter.com/tvgiRDx6TQ
— sha. (@shaxxvna) August 20, 2021

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au. https://t.co/tvgiRDx6TQ

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au. https://t.co/tvgiRDx6TQ

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• Tentang Melodi.
— “Jangan suka sama saya, birama. Kamu gk akan bahagia.”

; haechan au.

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- Hezarin Page - 

Lee Haechan lokal AU.

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- Hezarin Page - 

Lee Haechan lokal AU. https://t.co/O4mRpZ7uSg

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- Hezarin Page -

Lee Haechan lokal AU. pic.twitter.com/O4mRpZ7uSg
— s (@skysphire) December 8, 2021

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- Hezarin Page - 

Lee Haechan lokal AU. https://t.co/O4mRpZ7uSg

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- Hezarin Page - 

Lee Haechan lokal AU. https://t.co/O4mRpZ7uSg

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- Hezarin Page - 

Lee Haechan lokal AU.

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- Braga Setelah Senja - 

lee haechan au

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- Braga Setelah Senja - 

lee haechan au https://t.co/uDNolPWPDn

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- Braga Setelah Senja -

lee haechan au pic.twitter.com/uDNolPWPDn
— s (@skysphire) May 6, 2022

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- Braga Setelah Senja - 

lee haechan au https://t.co/uDNolPWPDn

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- Braga Setelah Senja - 

lee haechan au https://t.co/uDNolPWPDn

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- Braga Setelah Senja - 

lee haechan au

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https://twitter.com/1998ur_/status/1318105003329048576?t=Wa-M0dBKMPf8WVvYos5Sxg&s=19

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Jogjakarta, 
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au!

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Jogjakarta, 
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au! https://t.co/83bRToxqBl

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Jogjakarta,
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au! pic.twitter.com/83bRToxqBl
— fir. (@kamsahagu) June 19, 2021

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Jogjakarta, 
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au! https://t.co/83bRToxqBl

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Jogjakarta, 
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au! https://t.co/83bRToxqBl

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Jogjakarta, 
di Ketinggian, setelahnya.

ㅡ
na jaemin oneshot au!

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ㅤ

              “Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

ㅤ

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              “Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

ㅤ https://t.co/d5Z9dnG56i

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“Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

ㅤ pic.twitter.com/d5Z9dnG56i
— è. (@1998ur_) May 20, 2021

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              “Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

ㅤ https://t.co/d5Z9dnG56i

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              “Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

ㅤ https://t.co/d5Z9dnG56i

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              “Dirgantara dan Kepulangan.”

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awas papa galak au 

; season 2 https://t.co/VqXwm1J2wo

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awas papa galak au

; season 2 pic.twitter.com/VqXwm1J2wo
— alis ⭑ (@chogiwabois) June 14, 2021

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awas papa galak au 

; season 2 https://t.co/VqXwm1J2wo

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awas papa galak au 

; season 2 https://t.co/VqXwm1J2wo

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21.

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21. https://t.co/6JcoBDkVhe

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21. pic.twitter.com/6JcoBDkVhe
— nisa (@97NISAIURS) September 1, 2021

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21. https://t.co/6JcoBDkVhe

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21. https://t.co/6JcoBDkVhe

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; housemate

"Di rumah, kita punya cerita."

pjh local au!
an alternative wonderverse
—nisaiurs, 2O21.

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au.

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au. https://t.co/vvTk8JFWO8

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au. pic.twitter.com/vvTk8JFWO8
— molen 2k (@armaraher) September 4, 2021

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au. https://t.co/vvTk8JFWO8

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au. https://t.co/vvTk8JFWO8

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Bertaut ;

"Aje sama anan kalo enggak mau makan. nanti abang jual di twitter"

—Nct au.

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                   •••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada?

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                   •••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada? https://t.co/mMs690Z4Z4

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ㅤ
•••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada? pic.twitter.com/mMs690Z4Z4
— ara (@Kejeffreyan) December 31, 2020

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                   •••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada? https://t.co/mMs690Z4Z4

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                   •••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada? https://t.co/mMs690Z4Z4

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                   •••Elegi Haekal•••

Mah, apakah benar Haekal adalah celaka yang sebenar-benarnya ada?

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/2NiW8qDXYD

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU pic.twitter.com/2NiW8qDXYD
— ayuw🐱 (@tukangkabel_) April 30, 2022

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/2NiW8qDXYD

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU https://t.co/2NiW8qDXYD

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Keluarga Pak Jamaludin

“ Ayah Bunda pergi honeymoon dulu, titip adek-adek ya Mikka.”

Jaehyun Ft. NCT Dream AU

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au https://t.co/YGdQiSQ5Dw

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au pic.twitter.com/YGdQiSQ5Dw
— molen 2k (@armaraher) October 8, 2022

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au https://t.co/YGdQiSQ5Dw

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au https://t.co/YGdQiSQ5Dw

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iyan bukan anak tengah.

— doyoung renjun au

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au https://t.co/TFBWqcG4hu

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au pic.twitter.com/TFBWqcG4hu
— molen 2k (@armaraher) August 25, 2023

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au https://t.co/TFBWqcG4hu

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au https://t.co/TFBWqcG4hu

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Iyan anak tengah (new ver.)

— doyoung x renjun short au

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au.

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au. https://t.co/raaREC85hT

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au. pic.twitter.com/raaREC85hT
— molen 2k (@armaraher) May 30, 2021

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au. https://t.co/raaREC85hT

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au. https://t.co/raaREC85hT

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Dongeng;

"Kayak bukan adek gua."

—Nct au.

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au.

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au. https://t.co/w7cGprCvLr

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au. pic.twitter.com/w7cGprCvLr
— molen 2k (@armaraher) July 17, 2021

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au. https://t.co/w7cGprCvLr

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au. https://t.co/w7cGprCvLr

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Dejavu;

"Bahu gua ada dua. Buat lo satu, buat Raka satu."

(Sequel ; "Dongeng")

—Nct au.

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain. 

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka. 

A  t h r e a d

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain. 

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka. 

A  t h r e a d https://t.co/isckVCQJhm

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain.

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka.

A t h r e a d pic.twitter.com/isckVCQJhm
— Ve 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 (@jyani2yespapa_) March 28, 2020

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain. 

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka. 

A  t h r e a d https://t.co/isckVCQJhm

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain. 

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka. 

A  t h r e a d https://t.co/isckVCQJhm

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❝SIMON SAYS CHALLENGE❞

Simon says (kata simon) ialah permainan anak usia 7-9 tahun. Pemimpin permainan disebut "Simon" lalu memberi perintah yang harus diikuti oleh pemain lain. 

Simon says challenge permainan sederhana yang berubah menjadi malapetaka. 

A  t h r e a d

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- Abang dan Semesta - 

NCT Dream 00l lokal au.

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- Abang dan Semesta - 

NCT Dream 00l lokal au. https://t.co/VjnnUlNidQ

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- Abang dan Semesta -

NCT Dream 00l lokal au. pic.twitter.com/VjnnUlNidQ
— s (@skysphire) April 4, 2021

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- Abang dan Semesta - 

NCT Dream 00l lokal au. https://t.co/VjnnUlNidQ

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- Abang dan Semesta - 

NCT Dream 00l lokal au. https://t.co/VjnnUlNidQ

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- Abang dan Semesta - 

NCT Dream 00l lokal au.

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- Melukis Semesta - 

NCT lokal AU. https://t.co/AYvrOBn11N

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- Melukis Semesta -

NCT lokal AU. pic.twitter.com/AYvrOBn11N
— s (@skysphire) July 27, 2021

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- Melukis Semesta - 

NCT lokal AU. https://t.co/AYvrOBn11N

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- Melukis Semesta - 

NCT lokal AU. https://t.co/AYvrOBn11N

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see https://t.co/GtWFLFTzJP

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see pic.twitter.com/GtWFLFTzJP
— ؘbita (@tsabitx) February 23, 2021

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see https://t.co/GtWFLFTzJP

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see https://t.co/GtWFLFTzJP

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HEY ROSE;

a horror au

─when u reach out with your energy, u touch more than u can see

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty https://t.co/0LhKmfutnp

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty pic.twitter.com/0LhKmfutnp
— 𝐟. (@fewritincty) September 1, 2021

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty https://t.co/0LhKmfutnp

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty https://t.co/0LhKmfutnp

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ㅡElokaration di rumah Cendi

❝Aku ikut masuk ke dalam kisahnya. Sebagai penyambung wangi kembang di hatinya, yang kemudian merekah ruah di Bumi Rafflesia.❞

Haechan Lokal AU

©fewritincty

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vow — 01;54 

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages

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vow — 01;54 

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/PClo4DegAy

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vow — 01;54

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages pic.twitter.com/PClo4DegAy
— ela (@1106pages) August 15, 2021

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vow — 01;54 

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/PClo4DegAy

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vow — 01;54 

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages https://t.co/PClo4DegAy

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vow — 01;54 

a haechan local au
; by 1106pages

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November 16th.
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.
— mark lee x oc AU https://t.co/AIAkvRB2xq

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November 16th.
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.
.
— mark lee x oc AU pic.twitter.com/AIAkvRB2xq
— nina (@ninoschaur) April 21, 2021

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November 16th.
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— mark lee x oc AU https://t.co/AIAkvRB2xq

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November 16th.
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— mark lee x oc AU https://t.co/AIAkvRB2xq

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—   𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
         /after•party

                ASTRO (#아스트로)
                 suspense/mystery au

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—   𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
         /after•party

                ASTRO (#아스트로)
                 suspense/mystery au https://t.co/63bOKho70e

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— 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
/after•party

ASTRO (#아스트로)
suspense/mystery au pic.twitter.com/63bOKho70e
— 6é | ghost town au 📌 (@6etoilesau) May 7, 2021

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—   𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
         /after•party

                ASTRO (#아스트로)
                 suspense/mystery au https://t.co/63bOKho70e

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—   𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
         /after•party

                ASTRO (#아스트로)
                 suspense/mystery au https://t.co/63bOKho70e

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—   𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
         /after•party

                ASTRO (#아스트로)
                 suspense/mystery au

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au https://t.co/DuhQtvTG8O

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au pic.twitter.com/DuhQtvTG8O
— 𐙚 ALE 𐙚 (@WRITTENBYINFJ) July 15, 2023

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au https://t.co/DuhQtvTG8O

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au https://t.co/DuhQtvTG8O

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Someone Will Love You Better
(or at least i do)

— heeseung local au

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au.

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au. https://t.co/YyJbAcH3bv

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au. pic.twitter.com/YyJbAcH3bv
— ayya. (@perfecltyfine) September 6, 2022

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au. https://t.co/YyJbAcH3bv

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au. https://t.co/YyJbAcH3bv

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— You and insecurities.

“they don't see you while my eyes are full of you.”

Mark nct long au.