last chapter!! (really suggest you listen to the song above cuz its so cute)

also, mentions of underaged drinking and implied/non-descriptive sexual content

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- joongie🐣✨
heyy

- seonggie💕
🔫💣🗡️

- joongie🐣✨
i am hurt omg :((
my boyfriend's a huge meanie

- seonggie💕
get over it :p
anyways,, why are u texting me??

- joongie🐣✨
guess

- seonggie💕
no.

- joongie🐣✨
ur so mean. but i love you
i think

- seonggie💕
you think??!

- joongie🐣✨
i'm just messing w u cutie

- seonggie💕
how do i know you're not lying

- joongie🐣✨
i'll do whatever u want to let u know i'm telling the truth

Seonghwa chuckled. He could feel Hongjoong's eagerness to please him even through the screen. He smirked as he thought of a way to use it to his advantage.

- seonggie💕
i dunno
maybe i can get a pic of you rn?

- joongie🐣✨
contrary to popular belief i don't take pictures of myself.
guess that'll change today

- seonggie💕
do a cute pose
a kawaii pose

- joongie🐣✨
kawaii.
did you just say 'kawaii'

- seonggie💕
i did
what are you gonna do about it?

- joongie🐣✨
nothing cuz youre cute
youre the kawaii one here

Seonghwa broadly grinned as he paced around his room, setting everything up in order. His heart was now doing that thing it always did whenever the shorter was concerned. And at this point, he'd learned to live with it. His feelings for Hongjoong weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

- seonggie💕
just hurry up

- joongie🐣✨
of course, baby

- joongie🐣✨

- joongie🐣✨
the angle is kinda weird but i did what i could !!

Seonghwa paused, absently running his fingers over Hongjoong's selfie as he admired just how absolutely gorgeous he was.

- joongie🐣✨
do you like it? 🐥

Instead of replying through text, Seonghwa dialled the younger's number. He wasn't at all surprised when Hongjoong quickly picked up on the first ring, but that didn't stop blood from rushing to his face at the sound of Hongjoong's voice.

"I didn't expect that call." Hongjoong's words were low, husky due to him probably just now waking up. "But I'm not complaining."

"You look great," Seonghwa sat himself down on his bed, smoothing over the sheets. "I still can't believe you don't have your mullet anymore."

The memory of Hongjoong showing up to his house with most of his hair now cut and in a darker shade flashed vividly in Seonghwa's head like it was just yesterday. He would've been lying if he said he hadn't been shocked by Hongjoong's sudden transformation, and he would've been lying even more to himself if he said he disliked his boyfriend's new look.

Hongjoong laughed, the bright sound warming Seonghwa's heart. "I still can't believe it too, but I was due for a haircut sooner or later." He stopped, before softly chuckling. "I also can't believe your hair's red now."

Now remembering his newly dyed hair, Seonghwa raked his fingers through it, unable to bite back the smile that'd taken over his features. He'd also gotten his ears pierced like he'd promised, and he was happy with it. "Well...like you, I was due for a change too. You were the one who said I'd look great with it. Are you thinking something else now?"

He was only kidding, of course, simply trying to press Hongjoong's buttons. But Hongjoong's reaction was more earnest than he'd anticipated.

"Never, Seonghwa. You look amazing with it. You always do." Seonghwa could tell Hongjoong meant every word, and it got him blushing yet again.

"It's kind of surreal that my dad knows we're dating now. I mean -- he is okay with it, but still." That was Seonghwa's method of distracting himself from his pounding heartbeat, and as he laid on his bed, sinking his chin into his plush pillow, he eagerly awaited Hongjoong's reply.

"I still can't wrap my head around it either," Hongjoong said, but he sounded like he was beaming. "I'm glad he likes me. I was so nervous, oh my god."

"Are you kidding? Everyone likes you," Seonghwa answered. It was on the same day he'd spotted Hongjoong with his new hair that he'd newly introduced him to his dad over dinner as his significant other, since their first meeting wasn't exactly the best memory to look back on. And it'd went great, like everything going on in Seonghwa's life thus far.

His father had enrolled in a program that would help him with his alcohol intake, and he'd met potential friends through it as well. Seonghwa had also begun undergoing mild training at the Gathering to steady his powers and gain control over his hallucinations, which was working. Things had finally started to look up.

"It's always nerve-wracking meeting your date's parents, so you can't blame me!" Hongjoong defended himself. "I'm just glad things turned out okay..."

"Mhm," Seonghwa hummed. He turned to face the ceiling, commencing his next course of action. "Dad wants us to have dinner again whenever we're free."

"I won't mind," Hongjoong answered. "Anytime I'm not busy killing Mons or drowning in schoolwork, I'm free."

Seonghwa giggled, biting his lip. "Are you free now?"

He could imagine the curiosity embedded in Hongjoong's gaze right that second. The sound of sheets rustling was heard over the line, and Seonghwa guessed Hongjoong must be seated up, back pressed against the bedpost or something like that.

"...What are you planning?"

"Do I need to plan something to get you to come over?" Seonghwa questioned.

"You want me over."

"My dad isn't home. He went out with some of his friends and won't be back until much later," Seonghwa explained. He tried to keep his smiles down, but it proved hard when he could practically hear Hongjoong's excitement from the phone.

"Should I head over now?" The shorter asked. Seonghwa could already tell he'd stood up.

The taller boy stared out the window, taking in the pulsing full moon and the crystal blue night sky. There weren't much stars present, but it was still a sight to behold.

"Yeah. Just show up at my window like a stalker like you normally do," Seonghwa joked as he rushed to switch off the lights, leaving his window open.

"Excuse me," Hongjoong was saying while Seonghwa exited his bedroom, promptly making his way to where the stuff he needed was located. "I do not show up at your window like some stalker."

Seonghwa chuckled, amused he'd gotten his boyfriend all riled up. "Sure, okay."

"I prefer the term 'saving much needed time by teleporting to your room instead of walking there', thank you very much."

"Too long," Seonghwa laughed, slipping out of his attire with ease. "You should just...show up already."

"...I'm already here."

It was a relief Seonghwa's house wasn't as cold as it was outside, but a slight chill still rolled down his spine once he'd gotten ready. He swiftly carried the plate holding the large red velvet cupcake he'd baked from the dining table, lighting up each candle as carefully as he could.

"Where are you?" Hongjoong soon asked, his tone showcasing barely-hidden worry. "Should I come outside?"

"No." Seonghwa tried to adjust his phone without ruining his creation. "Nope. Just -- stay where you are because I'm already close by. I'm hanging up."

With that, Seonghwa placed his phone on the dining table and made the journey back to his room. He was actually nervous as fuck, his heart hitting his ribcage so hard he feared it'd burst out his chest. Any other day he would've reconsidered what he was planning to do, but he wasn't gonna back down now.

Inhaling a sharp breath, Seonghwa pushed open his door and stepped in. Despite the freezing winter air lapping against his window, thick warmth swelled in his body once Hongjoong's gaze fell on him from across the room.

The shorter boy had been casually lying on his bed, playing around with his phone when he spotted Seonghwa, and almost immediately his lips parted in surprise, widened eyes surveying him up and down.

"Happy birthday in advance...?" Seonghwa spoke, half-entertained and half-bothered by Hongjoong's stunned silence. He sauntered over to where the shorter lay, placing the plate someplace safe.

"Birth...birthday..." Hongjoong couldn't even form a full sentence, his eyes never dropping from the older's face, from his body. His shock was so evident and his gaze so dark, it unleashed an army of butterflies in Seonghwa's stomach.

Seonghwa had purposefully chosen tonight to carry out his plan for a reason. At that moment, the moon's light shone into his room, illuminating the sheer scarlet robe loosely clinging to his skin. He knew what he was doing, knew he had Hongjoong's full attention now.

He crawled onto the shorter's crotch, taking the lit cupcake. The flames flickered vibrantly within the darkened room, highlighting the golden flecks in Hongjoong's eyes which were currently tracing over Seonghwa's exposed shoulder.

"Hwa -- " Hongjoong swallowed. "What are you doing?"

Seonghwa smiled, his neck burning under the younger's intense stare. "I wanted to surprise you with something before your birthday tomorrow. You don't like it?"

"I -- I do." Hongjoong looked like he could barely hold himself together. "I really fucking do. Seonghwa..."

"Make a wish and blow out the candles," Seonghwa said, hoping his nervousness wasn't as apparent as the awe and hunger reflecting through Hongjoong's eyes.

"Wait -- " Hongjoong blinked repeatedly like he just couldn't believe this was truly happening. "How -- when did you plan this, Hwa?"

"That's a secret." Seonghwa stroked Hongjoong's cheek, grinning when the shorter finally blew out the candles. "...What did you wish for?"

Hongjoong was too dazed to mention the age-old rule about wishes not coming through once spoken out loud, his fingers already rubbing into the taller's thigh. "I wished you'll stay with me for as long as the world allows..."

Seonghwa pulled off the candles and bit into the cake, taking as much time as he could with it. With Hongjoong's eyes on him like that, he suddenly had the courage to do things he normally would've been far too bashful to partake in. Adrenaline buzzed inside his veins and exploded into sparks as soon as Hongjoong brushed their lips together, Seonghwa quickly responding to him.

Hongjoong soon had Seonghwa pressed against the bed, kissing and sucking down on his steaming, burning skin. Seonghwa pulled him even closer, Hongjoong's tender touches rendering him a flushed, panting mess.

"I want you..." Seonghwa whispered as he untangled the strings holding his robe together, the chill in the air the only thing cloaking his warm, fully exposed body now. His fingers fisted Hongjoong's dark hair, heart skipping a beat as soon as the shorter's hands fondled his naked skin, adoration shimmering inside his eyes.

"Shit, Hwa... You're so beautiful," Hongjoong shivered under Seonghwa's fingertips just as the boy had finished unbuttoning his shirt. "You're so fucking ethereal."

Seonghwa kissed him again, deep and overflowing with longing. "I love you, Hongjoong."

"And I love you, Seonghwa. All of you," Hongjoong replied with so much conviction in his tone. He rid himself of the rest of his own clothes in no time, wholeheartedly generous with making sure Seonghwa knew that night just how much he appreciated and treasured him.

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Seonghwa couldn't help but stare at the boy he was currently resting against, taking in the way his long lashes fanned over his cheeks as he slept. Hongjoong looked so...innocent, his face stripped of all worries.

Seonghwa wanted to touch him, see if he was truly there. The urge was too strong, and he ended up skimming his fingers across the younger's smooth chest and torso, smiling to himself when Hongjoong clung tighter onto him like second skin.

"Couldn't really sleep..." Hongjoong mumbled into Seonghwa's neck, the sudden movement directly affecting his sensitive spot. Seonghwa felt himself melt when Hongjoong slowly started stroking him.

"Why?" Seonghwa asked while biting back a smile. Hongjoong's soft breathing was ticklish in the best of ways, and the way he kept touching him made him all warm and fuzzy inside.

Hongjoong opened one eye, his expression shadowed with mischief. "I can't exactly doze off when you're right there next to me being all enticing and deliciously naked."

Seonghwa huffed, but he couldn't hide his happiness any longer. "Shut the hell up."

Hongjoong laughed, low and marred with fatigue. He closed up the space between them with a brief yet sweet kiss, never once loosening his hold around the older male. "I know you like it."

Seonghwa didn't even bother acting like he didn't. Ever since he'd woken up, he'd found it very difficult to dial down his joy, and it was getting pretty clear that nothing would be able to wipe off that big smile off his face. Not even the borderline freezing weather or the grey skies could make him lose it.

"I like you in me."

His words took Hongjoong aback, but it wasn't long before his mischievousness returned. He grinned, admiring all of Seonghwa for the umpteenth time. "I like that too."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, pretending like he was going to bite the entirety of Hongjoong's arms off when the shorter wouldn't let him go.

"Where are you going?" Hongjoong pouted.

Seonghwa decided against answering the male and slid off the bed instead, Hongjoong's unrelenting stares digging into his bare back.

"You're such a tease..."

Once again, Seonghwa said nothing. Only grabbed his neglected robe on the floor, ignoring the dull ache in his lower body as he walked towards the door. Granted, they'd gone at it more than once, Seonghwa taking the brunt of it all, but he hated that he was still tender and sore down there.

In a few seconds, Hongjoong was already behind him. "Hwa..."

Seonghwa turned around but didn't utter a single word. He didn't know where this confidence to literally walk about with no clothes on around Hongjoong came from, but he honestly didn't mind it. It was both euphoric and freeing, and seeing the way the shorter continuously praised him with his eyes made him so incredibly giddy.

He loved it.

"I think I know what you're doing." Hongjoong knew what he was doing too, standing right in front of him in all his toned, tempting glory. He was so outrageously sexy, Seonghwa wanted him all to himself again.

"What am I doing?"

"You're trying to make me crave you even more. And it's working."

Yeah, Seonghwa blushed at his comment. A lot. But he didn't let that deter him. He stepped closer, thumb rubbing over Hongjoong's lower lip. "...Shower with me."

Hongjoong didn't even need to answer, his need for the taller boy clearer than anything else.

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It was still really dark out, the morning sun not up yet, so Seonghwa decided to camp out with Hongjoong on the livingroom sofa, a large, fluffy blanket shielding them from the biting cold.

He also hadn't forgotten to bring this little box along, shoving it under a pillow before Hongjoong could catch sight of it.

"Okay, seriously. Where did you get that idea from?" Hongjoong soon questioned him, his face almost hidden beneath the blanket.

Seonghwa pretended to play dumb as he ruffled his cherry red locks, drying them with the little bit of heat he let loose from his palms. "What idea?"

"That transparent robe," Hongjoong cut straight to the point. "I never knew you were so kinky."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I'm not kissing your ass." Seonghwa paused, quickly realizing the double meaning in his words.

Hongjoong was having the time of his life. "I won't mind you taking that up with me sometime."

Seonghwa stared at his boyfriend like he was nuts. "You're gross."

"We were just naked together in the bathroom, like, twenty minutes ago."

Seonghwa searched for Hongjoong's hand under the blanket, interlocking their fingers in no time. A calm silence washed over them for a while, filled with steady inhales and ever-blooming feelings.

Hongjoong was in the midst of lazily pecking Seonghwa's hands when the redhead cleared his throat, alerting his attention.

"Hmm?" Hongjoong raised his brows, scooting closer to the taller boy.

Seonghwa pulled out the black box, unable to hold back his smile yet again. He couldn't help it; he couldn't wait to see Hongjoong's reaction to what he got him. What he got them.

Hongjoong's interest was piqued at the appearance of the nondescript box, but he kept his hands to himself, waiting for Seonghwa's consent first. "What's that?"

Seonghwa's lips stretched into a grin. "An early birthday present. Or first-thing-in-the-morning birthday present. Here." He passed the box over to the dark haired male, who readily accepted it.

"You...you even bought something for me," Hongjoong muttered so low it sounded like he was talking to himself. "I'm so thankful."

Hongjoong's soft-spoken, sentimental words did something to Seonghwa. He leaned into Hongjoong's shoulder, snaking his arms around him to give him a comforting hug. "You're welcome, Joongie."

Hongjoong opened the box, only to stiffen at the two jewelled bracelets that greeted him. They were nearly identical, shimmering fiery topaz and tropical blue like fireworks that blazed through the darkness.

"Hwa..." Hongjoong gasped, fingers trailing over the bracelets in wonder. He instinctively held the blue one up, its sapphire crystals reminiscent of bubbles floating about in the deep blue sea. "Oh my god. Where did you get this?"

Seonghwa laughed, enjoying how flabbergasted Hongjoong appeared. "Yeosang helped me with it. They said the store sold colour-changing jewelry, and before long I came across this couple bracelet. You like it?"

Hongjoong had already rolled on the blue bracelet. "I'm in love with it. I'm in love with you."

Seonghwa giggled as Hongjoong then attacked his face with kisses, toes curling in delight. "I'm glad you love it."

Hongjoong took the golden bracelet, its topaz surface reminding Seonghwa of fire. It was beautiful, just like Hongjoong's eyes, his smile, his laugh -- everything.

The shorter boy inched closer to him, their foreheads only a couple centimeters apart. "May I?"

Seonghwa's pulse raced under his skin, chest bursting with warmth at the tender way Hongjoong held on to his wrist. "Yes, you may..."

Like he and Hongjoong were both at some marriage ceremony, Hongjoong slid the topaz bracelet over his hand as gently as he possibly could. It was so overbearing -- the sea of emotions drowning Seonghwa at that moment. But he wouldn't trade it for the world, not when he had Hongjoong in his life.

He grinned once their gazes met, Hongjoong quickly returning it.

"I'm getting you something too," the shorter said, only for Seonghwa to press a finger to his lips.

"Shh. Don't spill anything Joong." He connected their wrists and pointed out the matching charm on both bracelets. "Each bracelet has half a heart. To make an actual heart, we have to lock the charms together."

Hongjoong's fingers were swift in doing so, but then he completely froze up. "Wait. Does it...have a key?"

Seonghwa made a show of gasping out loud. "Oh my god. Oh nooo."

"Hwa, this is serious. How are we going to break apart without ruining the bracelets?"

Seonghwa cackled as he pulled out the small key he'd kept hidden all this time. "Surprise!"

Hongjoong looked pissed off, but Seonghwa continued laughing. It was so hilarious. "This isn't funny."

"It is." Seonghwa unlocked the complementary charms, still snickering to himself. He laughed even harder when Hongjoong started mercilessly tickling his sides, climbing over him in no time. "I'm -- I'm sorry -- "

Hongjoong just kissed away his apologies, his hands soon slipping under his oversized shirt. "Shh. You need to get punished first for being so bad."

Seonghwa arched into his touch, breathing heavily when Hongjoong palmed inside his shorts as he lightly sucked on a particularly sensitive area on his neck.

The door to the livingroom opened then and in stepped Seonghwa's father.

"Dad!" Seonghwa exclaimed in horror, while Hongjoong promptly scrambled off of him.

The poor man looked traumatised. "I'll pretend I didn't see anything and come back later, alright boys?" He hurriedly turned around and left the house.

Red bloomed across Seonghwa's entire face. "My dad -- fuck."

Hongjoong laughed in disbelief. "I shouldn't be laughing, but oh my god. What are we gonna do now?"

"Hopefully he never brings it up," Seonghwa answered, still shaken to his core. "Ever."

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Snow descended from the chandelier icicles swinging from the ceiling, disappearing into nothing. Tables and chairs veiled in white and crisp gold decorated the spacious hall, very much like a winter wonderland-esque banquet.

Seonghwa stared at his feet, still amazed by the intricately-carved snowflakes whisking in and out of the polished floors. There he could see his awed expression, his styled red hair as well as his turquoise dress shirt and pants that matched well with the overall theme of this place. He found himself adjusting his silvery bowtie, chest tight with both worry and anticipation.

He couldn't stay in one place for long. The excitement he'd felt since he'd gone on his first mission with Hongjoong and Yunho just yesterday was still as present as ever. It'd been a nice day with him and Hongjoong going on another date later on, and let's just say that night ended up being one of his favourites.

And now he was back here in Twilight for the Christmas season, nearly bursting with excitement. He could see Yeosang and Wooyoung a feet away arguing about which appetizer to choose from first, and San and Hongjoong had left a while ago to get some drinks. He also had absolutely no idea where Yunho and Mingi had scurried off to, but he was glad Mingi really seemed to enjoy Yunho's company.

Seonghwa smiled at the large cheery Santa plushie situated in a sled at the corner. It was surrounded by a bunch of fluffy reindeers, its clothes bunched up in fairy-lights that twinkled with every shade imaginable. Seonghwa rubbed his arms, admittedly impressed with the effort the people around here always put into their events.

A blond male walked into Seonghwa right then, causing him to instinctively take a step back. He looked at the person, ready to mumble an apology when he saw... himself?

Seonghwa's eyes enlarged in shock. The boy in front of him was a mirror image of himself, the only difference being his pure white suit, the colour of his hair and his lava red eyes.

The male paused as well, his lips curling into an entertained smirk. He scanned Seonghwa from head to toe, the mania in his ruby speckled gaze making him appear almost deranged. Seonghwa briefly wondered if he was hallucinating again.

"Wow," the blond male whistled as he crossed his arms. "I should also try red hair sometime, thanks for the heads up."

Seonghwa was speechless. What the hell was going on?

"Park Seonghwa," his doppelganger introduced, extending a hand that looked exactly like Seonghwa's. "That's my name. I'm guessing it's yours too."

Seonghwa shook his hand, but he couldn't find it within himself to say anything of value.

"Babe, there you are!"

Seonghwa froze just as someone collided with the blond version of him, their arms tightly gripping on to his body as his mirror image twirled them around.

"Say hello to other Seonghwa, darling."

If Seonghwa wasn't hadn't been petrified before, now he was. He rapidly blinked in bewilderment as his eyes met with Hongjoong's, who apparently now had pink hair.

"Hi, Other Seonghwa!" Pink-haired Hongjoong brightly grinned and waved at him with vigour.

To make matters even stranger, another Hongjoong showed up at that moment. But his short dark hair, slit eyebrow and less than amused expression let Seonghwa know in a matter of seconds that this Hongjoong was his Hongjoong.

Their eyes met, and Seonghwa got the push to finally speak up. "What the fuck is happening?"

Blond Seonghwa laughed, the sound even the same as his. It was so weird and disconcerting. "We're your doubles."

"Yeah, we are," the Hongjoong by his side added. He looked like the much brighter, strawberry-bubblegum version of Hongjoong, all glitters and spacebuns and rainbow hairclips. He even had this lacey white dress on that...honestly, Seonghwa wouldn't have minded seeing on his boyfriend.

"They're our alternate universe doubles," his Hongjoong was saying, oblivious as ever to Seonghwa's less than innocent thoughts. "Sometimes that happens and you find someone that looks exactly like you when travelling to other dimensions."

"What Hongjoong said," blond haired Seonghwa spoke. "I didn't think we'd meet again tonight."

So Hongjoong had already met them before? Seonghwa thought.

The shorter passed him a drink, looking a bit apologetic. "I didn't think so too. Anyway, my Seonghwa and I have to go now."

"See ya!" Pink-haired Hongjoong exclaimed, squealing when Seonghwa's doppelganger teasingly nibbled on his neck. "Angel, that tickles..."

Hongjoong had already begun pulling Seonghwa away, the taller's face tomato-red at the borderline provocative scene he'd just witnessed.

"Are they dating too?" Seonghwa asked, finding his voice.

"Since last year."

"Since last year?" Seonghwa's eyes nearly burst out of their eyesockets. "Wait -- so you knew they were together all this time but didn't say anything?"

Hongjoong smiled, trying to act all oblivious. "Them being together since then has no bearing whatsoever on whether we would've ended up together. They just happen to have the same name and the same appearance as us. What? Did you want us to date long before now too?"

Seonghwa rubbed his neck, cringing at how warm it felt. "...No? Yes?"

"Gosh, Hwa," Hongjoong pulled him close, caressing the flesh of the older's waist in that way he loved so much. "At least we're together now. And there's no place else I'd rather be than with you." He grinned, only for his face to fall a couple seconds later. "Also, sorry about what you saw back there. I had no idea I could be that annoying."

Seonghwa chuckled, hearing the new song the orchestra had started to play. It was a slower, nostalgic sounding one this time. "What's wrong with pink haired Hongjoong? He's cute."

"Cuter than me?" Hongjoong's golden eyes narrowed.

Seonghwa spun the shorter boy around to the music, both teens giggling at his actions. "No one can ever be cuter than you."

"Except for you," Hongjoong finished, making Seonghwa blush embarrassingly again.

"We should go look for our friends," Seonghwa said in an attempt to quench the heat in his cheeks and the flames in his heart.

"Yes, we should. But you owe me a dance later."

"I promise."

A few portions of food and far too many drinks later, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were giggling, tangled messes in the back garden. Their friends cheered them on as they shouted along to the lyrics of Genie by Girls Generation, somehow managing to slow dance to the song even when they'd stumbled on each other countless times over. It was crazy, but in a really good way.

Along the line Wooyoung and Mingi had joined them, but then they had to stop pretty soon because they'd actually succeeded in getting even more intoxicated than the two lovebirds.

"I love...you!" Seonghwa muttered against Hongjoong's shoulder, tracing his fingers over those recently tattooed orchids on his skin. Both males, as well as the others, were now passed out drunk inside the large vehicle designated to bring them back home.

Hongjoong held Seonghwa's hand, before lazily bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. Their bracelets shone blue and orange in the dark. "I love you moreee."

"I love youu more."

"No I do."

"Shhh!" San hissed from where he'd curled next to Wooyoung. "Youngie's trying to sleep."

San was a dear friend of his, but at that moment, Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to throw a pillow at his face. He pouted. "Joong... San's being mean."

"Don't be a meanie to Seonggie, San," Hongjoong threatened, but it was hard to take him (and everyone else for that matter) seriously with how high-pitched his voice had gotten. "Or I'll..." He made a lackluster exploding motion with his hand, "I'll do that to you..."

San didn't answer. He'd probably already fallen asleep.

Silence prevailed once again, but Seonghwa shattered it before long.

"I looove you." He kissed Hongjoong's chin.

"I looove you too, Seonggie."

Someone -- most likely San -- threw a jacket over them. But, it didn't stop them from laughing it off as they continued to declare their neverending love for each other.

"I wanna kiss you right now," Hongjoong huffed like a little kid.

"I wanna kiss you too, Joongie."

"Someone get the axe," Yunho -- of all people -- spoke up. Fortunately for the rest of their friends, his words finally got Hongjoong and Seonghwa to stop talking.

It was hard to believe they'd gone from hating each other's guts, to now talking about how badly they wanted to kiss one another all night, but it was a change Seonghwa didn't mind in the slightest.

He smiled when he felt Hongjoong kissing his forehead, the peaceful thrum of the shorter's heartbeat soon lulling him to sleep.

Mom, I think I'm happy now.

FIN.

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a/n: aaand that's a wrap! i can't believe its finally over! thoughts?

*cue the sequel of bubblegum pink hongjoong and blond seonghwa teleporting through dimensions and ridding the universe of mons with their trusty pet unicorn named lea*