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“Why are you staring at me like that?” Suhyeok questions, raising a brow at Cheongsan.
“Oh?” Cheongsan says, a cheery grin on his face. Nothing can thwart his spirits today, which have been soaring ever since he arrived at Suhyeok’s house and found him wearing his glasses instead of his usual contact lenses. “It’s nothing.”
“You’ve been staring at me for the past thirty minutes while smiling like the biggest idiot, so it’s definitely not nothing.” He exhales through his nose as his glasses slip from his nose once again, pushing it back up with his index finger with a frustrated huff. It’s happened a few times already, and Cheongsan’s getting the feeling he’s not too fond of wearing them right now. “This is about this thing, isn’t it?” he asks, gesturing at the glasses in slight disdain. “Do I look that bad?” he adds, frowning dispiritedly.
“That’s not why,” Cheongsan says gently; he has to suppress the urge to reach out and pinch his cheeks while calling him his ‘sulky baby’, knowing Suhyeok wouldn’t appreciate that in a moment like this. “I’m just trying to process the fact that you’re wearing glasses is all.”
“I wear contacts all the time.”
Cheongsan rolls his eyes, pushing his hair out from his face. “Yeah, but not glasses. They’re different.”
Suhyeok scrunches his nose in contemplation, silent for a moment, before he asks, “Is that supposed to be a good different or a bad different? Because it could go either way, and at this point, only one answer’s going to make my day better.”
Cheongsan regards him silently, grin softening around the corners of his lips, then moves the laptop from Suhyeok’s lap to the side of the bed, replacing it with himself instead. “Well,” he says, wrapping his arms around his neck loosely as Suhyeok gets a lapful of him. The other boy looks up at him, blinking in surprise, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose yet again. His hand subconsciously finds his waist, like it always does, his other one adjusting his glasses and it’s so damn adorable, Cheongsan can’t help but lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. “For what it’s worth, you wearing glasses makes my brain become mush. Does that answer your question?”
“I mean, I guess?” Suhyeok says, looking more pleased than he’s trying to let on, a smile now on his lips as he places his other hand on his waist. “You didn’t really answer it, but I think I get what you’re trying to say.”
“Dork,” Cheongsan teases, and, cupping the side of his neck, draws him in to plant a kiss to his forehead. Suhyeok squeezes his waist in gentle retaliation.
“I’d like to say I’m quite the opposite of that,” Suhyeok says with a soft smile, then he’s pulling Cheongsan down by the collar of his shirt to steal more kisses from him, with Cheongsan’s gleeful laughter muffled against his lips.
When they separate, Cheongsan cups his face. “You look amazing with or without glasses, but with that being said, I wouldn’t complain if you wear them more often. It’s, like, a need at this point.”
“Do you like them that much?” Suhyeok asks, and Cheongsan nods.
“I love them when they’re on you.” His smile, which he can’t seem to shake off, only grows wider as he leans forward, gently bumping foreheads with his boyfriend. “Not as much as I love you, though.”
“Ugh, you’re so cheesy,” Suhyeok mumbles softly.
“I learned it all from you,” Cheongsan says, eliciting a scoff from Suhyeok before he’s leaning up and capturing his lips into yet another kiss.
It gets a bit heated, with Suhyeok’s glasses knocked slightly askew mid-kiss and Cheongsan’s eager hands slipping under his shirt, when they hear a knock on the door, startling them away from each other.
Cheongsan looks at Suhyeok, panicked. “Did you lock the door?” Suhyeok’s eyes widen behind his frames, a soft curse falling from his lips as Cheongsan clumsily clambers out of his lap and perches himself next to him.
The door opens a few seconds later; Cheongsan has somehow miraculously pulled Suhyeok’s laptop onto his lap, looking like he’s doing what he came over for: to work on the assignment they were assigned, to which he and Suhyeok were conveniently paired together for, and not like he was making out with Suhyeok about five seconds ago.
Suhyeok peers over at the screen, eyes unfocused.
“Boys, I made egg sandwiches for lunch,” she says, and when Cheongsan glances up, he sees the way she’s staring at them, with that air of parental suspicion. “Come downstairs when you’re ready. And God, Cheongsan, you look… Ruffled? Are you okay?” Cheongsan only nods, hoping for a split second she can’t read minds (because if she can, all she’d be met with would be ‘Can you kindly get out so I can continue canoodling your son? Please and thank you’). “And you,” she continues, directing a pointed look in Suhyeok’s direction. “What’s wrong with your glasses? How can you even see with them like that?”
Suhyeok quickly rights them, while Cheongsan combs his fingers through his hair. “We’ll be coming down soon,” Suhyeok says, fixing the hem of his shirt which, when Cheongsan sneaks a glance down at, has ridden up to show a sliver of skin.
Oops.
His mum leaves, mumbling under her breath with a disapproving shake of her head, “Teenagers these days. Unbelievable. Liars, the bunch of them.”
They exchange glances once the door closes behind her.
“Do you think she knows?” Suhyeok asks.
Cheongsan nods. “With the way we're looking right now? Wouldn't take a genius to figure it out.”
Suhyeok sighs. “Ugh. We were getting to the good stuff, too,” he whines dramatically, throwing his arms around Cheongsan and burying his face on the crook of his neck, the frame of his glasses digging into his skin. Cheongsan chuckles softly, ruffling his hair.
“We can continue after lunch. After making sure the door’s locked."
“Yeah?” Suhyeok says, looking up at him, glasses askew once again, sounding as eager as Cheongsan feels.
Cheongsan nods, readjusting his glasses for him and stealing another chaste kiss from him while he’s at it, which seems to render Suhyeok speechless. He tilts his head in question. “Suhyeok?” Suhyeok hums. “You’re staring.”
“I just…” Suhyeok breathes out, gaze filled with a fondness Cheongsan would probably never stop swooning over. He cups his cheek with one hand, swiping a thumb over his cheekbone. “I just adore you so much.”
Cheongsan grins, heart fluttering a little. God, this boy really has the biggest effect on him. “And I, you. Let’s go, I’m hungry.” With a nod, Suhyeok slips his hand into his so they can make their way downstairs together.
(They’re definitely continuing this later on. Oh, and the glasses? They’re staying on. It’s non-negotiable.)