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Don't get him wrong — Suho loved physical touch. Even before him and Sieun officially became boyfriends (his heart flutters at the thought), he's always had an arm around Sieun's shoulders or a hand on his arm.
After, well, Suho has taken every opportunity available to steal a kiss from his boyfriend, or have his arm around his waist while they walk. And Sieun, as always, takes it in stride — even leans towards his touches now.
But Sieun has this habit — that Suho finds adorably cute, of course, but can't be said the same by others.
He stares.
Well that's one way to put it, but if you'd let Suho speak all he wants about his boyfriends eyes — it would never end. Summary is, Sieun's eyes has always been a point of focus. To Suho, one of his favorite things about Sieun is his eyes; how expressive they can be, how pretty...
To others, who's unfortunately not Suho, it may seem cold. Distant. When you find yourself the subject of Sieun's gaze, it feels like you can never look away. However, to Suho, who's always been good at reading Sieun's micro expressions and general demeanor, he knows how warm he can be.
But back to Sieun's habit.
It started way before they became Official, when Suho had started consistently picking Sieun up from cram school to spend more time with each other. With only one helmet, Suho had taken to put it on Sieun for him every time.
Except, that one night, he forgets.
He's sitting on his motorcycle, waiting for Sieun as always, and doesn't realize that the guy is already standing in front of him.
“Oh, you're here.” Suho says. He starts the engine. “I was distracted, my bad. Let's go.” Sieun stays Staring, unmoving.
Suho looks at him confused. “Whhaaaat are you doing? Get on.”
Sieun blinks.
A beat. Then Suho scoffs, shaking his head. “If you want to say something, at least say it, you punk! Don't just stand there.”
Sieun's eyes glances behind Suho for a second, before focusing on his face again. Confused, he turns around, looks down, and finally notices the red helmet. He pieces things together. Is he seriously...
Suho faces Sieun again, and he swears, that little shit quirks an eyebrow at him. Asshole.
He snorts in disbelief, taking the helmet. “Yah. You could've just said something. What are you? A baby?” He puts it on Sieun anyway, because he doesn't have a spine when it comes to him, and immediately nods his head to the motorcycle seat, trying to hide his pleased blush. “Okay now get on.”
This time, Sieun does, silently wrapping his arms around Suho's waist like always. Cheek pressed against Suho's back, his deep voice close to Suho's ears, he simply says, “Don't forget next time.”
Suho promptly starts the motorcycle and drives.
//
After that, Sieun starts taking to stare at Suho without saying anything when he wants something.
It should be annoying, and if it were anyone else, it probably would be — like let's be honest, what are you supposed to do when someone looks at you and expects you to read their mind? But despite it all, Suho can never truly be annoyed at Sieun. And he thinks he's pretty well-versed in Sieun101, if he would say so himself.
(He doesn't forget to put the helmet on Sieun for him after that, and when they're walking together the next time, when he feels a tug at his jacket to see Sieun staring at him with those eyes again —
He wordlessly takes off his jacket and puts it on Sieun before he could second guess himself.
With the way Sieun continues walking happily, hint of a smile on his lips, Suho thinks it's safe to say he guessed right.)
//
So that brings us to today's events.
All the times so far, has actually been done in private, when it was only the two of them. After they getting together, they've taken to more intimate touches, tentatively stepping over a line they've never crossed when they were still friends.
First, it started with hand holding; the day after exchanging their confession, Suho, very nonchalantly (as his heart beats really fast), intertwines his hand with Sieun's as they walk. The other only glances at their hands, and then to Suho, blushes, and resolutely looks forward.
A second later, Suho feels a hand squeeze his. He squeezes back, smiling.
The same day, they have their first kiss. It goes like this: Suho, dropping Sieun off at his apartment, and just before Sieun closes his door, he surges forward, stands at his toes, and gives Suho a kiss on the cheek.
The sound of the door click echoes in the hallway, but Suho can't hear anything past his heartbeat.
I'm so screwed, he thinks, as he groans into his hands and walks with furiously red cheeks back to his motorcycle.
The next day, Sieun walks into class early in the morning like always. He slides the door open, and nearly punches Suho in the face when he sees him standing right next to the entry. But already ready for his reaction, Suho presses Sieun to the door, leans down, and gives him a short peck. On the lips.
Pulling away, he says, “That's for last night, asshole.”
Not one to lose, Sieun pulls Suho by his collar to kiss him harder.
After that, Sieun asks for affection like a touch starved man (which, to some extent, is true) And by ask, he Stares, in his very Sieun way.
Suho, used to this view by now, only rolls his eyes and does whatever his Sieun wants, because he is a good boyfriend like that.
Except, not everyone shares that same sentiment.
While hanging around in the hallway in school, waiting for Sieun, Suho overhears some students talking.
“Did they fight or something?”
“Have you seen how he's staring at him these days?”
“And Suho is so nonchalant about it too! He's still teasing him and stuff!”
Suho perks up at the mention of his name.
“Can't he tell Sieun is upset with him or something? He can't be that dense.”
“Okay but don't you remember when that baseball team's captain confronted him and...”
They continue to talk, but Suho is fixated on one thing.
“Can't he tell Sieun is upset with him or something?”
Sieun? His lovely Sieun, mad at him?
Suho frowns. He's always paying attention to Sieun's expressions at all times, since that's the only way he can actually tell what the other is thinking — because otherwise Sieun talks rarely or none at all — so he should know if he's upset with him.
There's no way he could have missed something like that.
Suho's still lost in thought when Sieun approaches him. He feels a tap on his arm, and straightens up when he sees his lovely, lovely boyfriend. “Hey.” he says as he stretches. “Took you long enough. Lunch?”
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Sieun replies. “Okay, lets go.”
Suddenly, Suho remembers what the previous guys were saying about Sieun, and he properly looks at the other's face.
It's blank. So the usual. He doesn't look mad.
Suho must have been staring for a while because Sieun breaks the silence between them. “Why are you staring at my face.”
Breaking out of his train of thought, Suho blinks. It's probably nothing, he thinks. They don't know what they're talking about.
He slings an arm around Sieun's shoulders, “Alright then. Let's get lunch!”
Despite dismissing his previous thoughts, Suho takes a peek at Sieun's expression. Sieun is already looking at him. He takes note of Sieun's relaxed shoulders, his soft eyes. It was nothing, but Suho checks to ease that worry in his chest anyway.
With one final look, Suho presses a quick kiss to Sieun's cheek, relishing in his boyfriend's flustered sputter.
Nah. Those guys have no idea what they're talking about.