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Sungho pulls up at the last minute, in contrast to his usual on time self. Taesan’s grin is a little too sharp when he spots him.
“Nice jacket.”
“Shut up.”
Taesan shuts up.
The weight of Sungho’s jacket is heavy and unfamiliar on his shoulders as they walk down to where their seats are, right up in the front, giving them the best view of the football game. To be fair, it’s really actually not Sungho’s jacket which is why it feels so odd wearing it, especially to place with over half the school population.
“Hyung.” Woonhak catches Sungho after his morning class. Sungho pauses. Woonhak’s lecture is on the other side of the campus and ends five minutes before his does. It takes usually at least ten minutes to get across campus, and that’s from Sungho who’s a fast walker.
“Is there an emergency?” Sungho nudges Woonhak’s shoulder with his own. Woonhak’s panting and out of breath - it’s obvious he ran here. For what reason, Sungho doesn’t know.
“Yes.” Woonhak pauses to inhale some oxygen. Sungho would be a little concerned if he hadn’t been dating this guy for the past year. It wasn’t a regular occurrence perse but Sungho’s seen worse. He just waits for Woonhak to catch his breath.
Jaehyun, passing by, mouths a choice word at Sungho. ‘Whipped’.
‘Shut the fuck up,’ Sungho mouths back.
“Please wear this to the match.” Woonhak suddenly thrusts a coat into Sungho’s arm. Sungho’s fingers numbly wrap over the corners of it. “Also. For tonight. Don’t look at Jaehyun-hyung,” Woonhak grumbles. The next thing he says is quiet, meant only for Sungho. “Keep your attention on me. I’m more than enough.”
Sungho feels himself turn bright red. He yelps, nudging Woonhak away, holding onto the jacket. Woonhak is smirking, Sungho doesn’t have to turn around and see it.
And here is Sungho now. Watching Woonhak score the winning goal, kicking the ball into the post, right out of the goalkeeper’s reach. Taesan and Sungho jump into each other, yelling, watch as Jaehyun and Woonhak mirror the action on the field, Woonhak jumping into Jaehyun’s arms.
“They did it!” Sungho cheers and Taesan nods, a pleased smile on his lips as he looks down at Jaehyun on the field.
Woonhak’s breaking away from the rest of the team, eyes hurriedly scanning through the bleachers. Sungho sees the exact moment the younger spots him, eyes widening before the smile on his face grows even wider. He’s running over, maybe even faster than he’d been during the game, and Sungho doesn’t have time to process before Woonhak is jumping the railing, easily using one arm to propel the rest of his body up past it. Strong arms wrap around Sungho, encircling his waist and pulling him in close.
“Hyung!” Woonhak shouts, far too loud for the fact that their foreheads are pressed together. There are gasps coming from all around them; Taesan’s distinctive whistle, but all Sungho can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him. Woonhak, who is grossly sweaty it makes some part of Sungho crinkle, who is warm and steady and strong underneath Sungho’s hands, against his skin. Woonhak who’s smiling and looking at Sungho in such a way that Sungho can believe that the world is just the two of them.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” Woonhak leans even closer, lips just barely grazing Sungho’s. “You wore it.”
The jacket. His jacket. Woonhak’s. Sungho nods. “You gave it to me.”
“You look good in it.” Woonhak’s grin is sharp and predatory. “You look the best when you’re mine.”
Sungho flushes. But he knows how to play this game. “Isn’t that me always?”
“Yup.” Woonhak chirps and leans in. Their noses brush against each other. “You’re mine.”
Kissing Woonhak feels right. That’s how it’s always felt. Like it’s just natural, the way their lips slot together and the way Sungho falls into Woonhak and Woonhak catches him with steady hands and a small amused huff before he dives back in to capture Sungho’s lips once again.
(“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist kinda guy.”
“Taesan, I will jinjja kill you.”)