Round eyes stare with wandering eyes. Staring intently at the grassy surface of the park, even though my mind was only thinking about it in my mind. Since this time is twilight, the sun is not so scorching to the point of burning the skin. But there was enough sunlight peeking through the trees to touch the white skin. Because he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, he didn't even pay attention to the group of people who came to exercise in the evening. The white figure therefore sat in the same place and did not move anywhere.

“Yuchun”

A deep voice spoke up, causing the owner of the name to turn and look at the tall, muscular figure in front of him. His muscles were not too big and could be described as beautiful as someone who exercised regularly. Dressed in a shirt and football shorts, sweat was drenched in the middle of his chest and spread to his wide back wings. Yoochun snapped out of his absent-minded state and stood up, picking up the water bottle beside him and handing it to him.

He looked at the sweet face for a moment. A thick, tanned arm reached out and picked up the bottle. He downed a few sips of water to quell his thirst before keeping his gloomy expression as usual.

“Why are you sitting in the sun?” a deep voice said, looking up at his white face, searching for an answer.

“I'm not very hot. Yes.” Yoochun smiled softly. A thin hand brushed the brown hair that was on his face and tucked it behind his ear. He stared at his sharp face, whose eyebrows were still furrowed with an answer that didn't match the question. Yunho let out a sigh before intertwining his warm hand with his thin hand, leading Yoochun's little resistance to follow him.

Yoochun lowered his head. Looking at the lush green grass Before raising his head, he secretly looked at the sharp, dark face of the person beside him. The sweat that trickled down from the hairline to the tip of the chin made it worse. His handsome face became more serious, the expression of dissatisfaction still not fading. Appears on the dark, slender eyebrow area.

“Did you watch me play just now?” a deep voice said. Yoochun was speechless but remained silent.

“Are you so distracted?” When he saw that Yoochun was silent, It would be as expected...I didn't see it.

“Yunho, are you angry at me?”

Yoochun said softly. Seeing that Yunho had become silent, His eyes widened and he looked at Yunho's face before looking down at the ground as before. When Yunho was more still than when he first walked with force, His slender legs followed the tall man's lead and Yoochun didn't know where it would take him.

“No.” His deep voice spoke calmly and his face did not show any emotion, making Yoochun know that Yunho was speaking the opposite of the truth of who he was right now. Yoochun bit his lip. He kept quiet so as not to make Yunho even more upset.

The tall figure stopped walking towards the group of friends who were seated together, each of them wearing a tank top and soccer shorts. Some people drank water to quench their thirst, or even sprawled out exhausted on the steps of the wooden seats.

“Hey...go back first,” Yunho said while his thick hand still held the slender white hand, not letting go.

"oh! Are you going back now?” came the voice of someone Yoochun recognized as Yunho's close friend from university. He stood up from his sprawled position with his yellow football shirt on instead of on his body and wrapped around his head. Instead, let his torso show off his proud muscles. He smiled slightly at Yoochun before turning to his friend for an answer.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Darkness began to cover but there was a reddish-orange sky. The sun was only halfway down, as if the sky was changing in warm tones. It was such a good atmosphere if he weren't surrounded by such a crowd of people.

They sat at a simple dining table in an area lined with food stalls. Neon lights shine all over the area and the smoke smells from each restaurant. An uproar That caused the good atmosphere to be absorbed.

His white face kept raking his own rice plate, which seemed to fade due to his demeanor. The rice on the plate still barely wiggled, causing Yunho to look up.

“What else is going on?” The deep voice showed signs of annoyance, looking at the round face that sat still and refused to speak.

“Yunho, are you still angry at me?” His round face turned white. He pursed his lips until his chubby cheeks dimpled deeper. Looking at the eloquent face staring at him

“Angry, what are you angry about?” His slender brows furrowed into a tight knot, dropping the spoon on the plate until it made a sound. Stretching out, he stared into the round, light-colored eyes.

“About last evening,” Yoochun said in a low voice, thinking that he shouldn't have said it at all. Pushing the point of hot emotions, making him even more angry than before. Yunho looked before picking up an empty glass of water and downing it to cool himself down. Slender eyes looked at the white figure with an irritated expression. The more Yoochun acted like he was afraid of him, the more irritated he became.

“Stop acting like such an idiot,” his voice growled, not looking at Yoochun as usual. Return your attention to scooping up food to eat. Yoochun looked at that with heated eyes. Roundhead hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that if Yunho saw him it would make him even more upset than before, but the more tears came to his eyes. Yoochun bit his lip when he couldn't do what he wanted.

“Huh,” a soft sob sounded from his fragile body. Clear tears flowed down her cheeks. The sound made Yunho stop what he was doing. He stared intently at the white figure with an annoyed expression.

“Stop crying.”

A deep voice spoke quietly. When he forced himself not to cry, it brought tears to Yoochun's eyes. He sobbed until his back arched with the force. Yunho frowned even more.

“Tell me to stop crying.” His harsh voice made Yoochun cover his face with his white hands under his palms. Yoochun's cry caused people to turn their heads and look at him suspiciously. Only a few people looked up uglyly. But that didn't make Yunho care. The person he cares about right now is Yoochun.

The tall figure sighed and put a calm expression on his face. Standing up, he pulled White's wrist up and followed him before placing the entire amount for the meal on the table.

It was quiet here, free from crowds, with only the sound of footsteps from people outside on the sidewalk and the soft sound of Yoochun's sobs.

Yoochun knew that Yunho hated every time he cried, but even a weak person like him couldn't stop it. He cries every time he quarrels with Yunho over small matters. The thin back plate attaches properly to the wall. Yunho grabbed his sweet white face and made him look at him. The narrow alley, with not much distance between himself and Yunho, made Yoochun feel the warm breath of another person being released from his high and slender nose.

Yunho stared at his sweet white face with a different emotion than before. He seemed to calm down after punching the wall a few times to release his emotions.

A strong hand ran a hand over his own hair before he sighed.

“Stop crying.” His voice was still as strong as ever, but what had changed was the look in his eyes. The result that comes back is The tears that had flowed down her cheeks were as white as before.

Yunho knew that he was easily upset, a deep personality trait that he still hadn't recovered from. The more he saw Yoochun cry, the worse he felt. Too bad he had to make his own heart cry.

“Don't cry.” His voice was soft and gentle. He lowered himself so he could see Yoochun's face more clearly. The round eyes that were always bright were now swollen with tears. The white nose began to develop small red marks because Yoochun rubbed his hand frequently. Beautiful full lips, which would have been cute if Yoochun hadn't tried to part them as he was still crying.

He must be really bad, right?

His thumb wiped away the tears from his soft cheeks. Bending out the soft, light brown hair that fell over Yoochun's face and eyes.

A thin figure looks into a handsome face. Yunho continued to gently examine his face.

“I'm sorry,” Yoochun said in a voice that still hadn't disappeared. Yunho lowered his hand from his white face, his eyes fixed on the pure, round eyes in front of him, tears beginning to disappear a bit.

“I must apologize,” he said softly.

"excuse me"

Yunho smiled, looking at Yoochun who was slowly nodding his round head, smiling and looking at him.

“Huh,” Yunho laughed briefly, looking at Yoochun's cute expression. A thick hand reached out and touched his white cheek, gently stroking it. He moved his high nose to caress the tip of Yoochun's still red nose. The attacker tensed, closing his eyes tightly as Yunho's hot wind made him feel dizzy. Yunho smiled at that gesture before cupping both cheeks with his hands and placing a gentle kiss on the full lips.

Yoochun closed his eyes and opened his lips in response to the sweetness that Yunho gave him.

So sweet that it feels good

There are probably people wondering where the sweetness is. The whole story doesn't appear to be sweet. I actually feel that way. Haha.

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