not even a second after all of his words came out of his mouth did a strong gust of wind hit them both straight on, causing siwon make a face and curl into himself, but he quickly managed to turn them both around so their backs could brace the chill instead. his other arm circled jiho’s waist this time, unconsciously hugging him to his side as they hunched over to keep themselves from completely freezing. squinting, siwon turned his head back towards jiho and released a breathy chuckle, “..we should probably go back to the car now, right?”
Jiho could not help the blush that decorated his cheeks to intensify once an arm was enclosed around his waist, the rosiness hue seemingly matching the soft, sunset hues. His prior words were not a fabrication by any means—of treasuring every second—on account of acknowledging the sense of contentment he felt being with Siwon. It was a feeling he had not felt for quite some time, of when days were better without the quakes of woe. At some point during the bygone days, he had told himself that instead of succumbing into defeatist’s embrace, he would welcome a promising one; and it just so happened that Siwon was the one he wholeheartedly greeted.
Thus, Jiho snuggled closer with more of a blooming smile, trying his best to appreciate given colourations of the skyline whilst ignoring the cold the best he could. He giggled at the sudden comment—a cute one at that, his nose and eyes crinkled ever-so-slightly. Yet, something held him back from pronouncing words of similar manner because it was a verity that he felt the same way, jokingly or not. “No, it wasn’t bad,” he whispered, peeking up at the other and took a moment to admire him. It was endearing, he wanted to say but playfully rolled his eyes at the next remark. “You’re not allowed to sick either!”
However, when the strong gale took the opportunity to rudely interrupt them, Jiho whined softly as his back was turned to block the gust. Yeah, he was ready to be somewhere else that was warm, though he was not complaining at the latent hug he found himself in. He was caught in another gaze, slightly afraid that Siwon may have felt how fast his heart was outwardly beating and licked his lips. “Um,” Jiho breathed, swallowing down passionate desires with a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, come on.”
After struggling to stand due to the number of layers he had on, Jiho offered his hand to help the other up before strolling back towards the car. He touched one of his cheeks with the back of his hand, shivering at both the chill and static whilst manoeuvring around to stand at the passenger’s door. Jiho quickly got into the car once the doors were unlocked, clasping his hands and looking down at them settled on his lap. This sensation was definitely one he felt before regardless of its timeline and as he glanced at Siwon entering the vehicle, a sigh escaped. Eyes flickered towards the disappearing sun, memories of the other man encircling his mind—all of which were happy ones, save for a few hiccups here and there.
Siwon made him jovial, made him feel less alone and more wanted; more loved. Love? Yes, perhaps he was in love. No. Jiho knew he was in love. They were there for each other, through thick and thin, genuinely sharing the same tenderness so was it wrong of him to become something more than just friends, of what they were? He was not wrong in wanting that; however, he still frightened him a little nonetheless and that was a matter he could not help.
He shifted in his seat, stuck between turning to face Siwon and remain forward before choosing the former. Jiho persisted to be silent, brows furrowing and head somewhat tilted, a hand reaching up to halt the other from igniting the car. His fingers danced along the back of Siwon’s hand, notably shaking but warm to the touch now that they were out of the cold. Lips parted, conflicted on what to say and what he was currently doing, his hand moderately flinching away out of embarrassment but interweaved their fingers together after a few seconds.
“Wait. Can we… I-I mean…” Jiho stammered, biting down on his lower lip. He peered at Siwon, faint whimpers rolling out from his throat as he could not figure out what he was trying to convey. His body shifted closer, grateful that he did not click his seatbelt on until he was relatively near. He felt like crying—when does he not cry in any situation, honestly—but with emotions so grand and lush, a tear could not help to trail down the side of his face. It was not enough to portray how he was feeling and he certainly did not want to stir any wrong ideas.
Therefore: “Siwon, I…” he rustled. Jiho did not know when he closed his eyes, when he leans more forward to press his lips against soft ones but when he was aware of his actions; he became embarrassed. Maybe not too abashed, though, for he deepened the kiss with little to no shame. He pressed his other hand along Siwon’s chest, searching for more contact by any means and sweetly moaned into the gesture. However, it was with that erupting note that caused Jiho to quickly pull back and whip away his naturally, flowing tears; face utterly read.
“God, I’m so sorry! I don’t…” he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
