During class, Seonghwa couldn't focus. His mind kept drifting as he brushed his fingers over the mark on his face.

He thought back to that day the two met, he couldn't focus in class then either. After the coffee shop, Seonghwa had taken his phone out under the table to text Yeosang, and the professor saw. She was unimpressed.

But after class, he finally was able to send one: Hey, it's your other half ;) Seonghwa didn't know then where the confidence came from.

Yeosang was still in school, so Seonghwa waited at that same cafe for hours, trying to do homework, but mostly rereading the same textbook paragraph ten times and obsessively flattening his clothes.

As Yeosang finally came up to the table, Seonghwa stood and bowed. The younger chuckled and bowed back, but said, "No need to be so formal, Hyung."

"Do you want a coffee?" The older asked, "I can order you one."

"Sure. . ." Yeosang looked up at the menu, hands fiddling in his lap. "I'll just have a latte please, soy milk." He reached into his wallet and pulling out a card, handed it to Seonghwa.

The taller eyed him, "I'll pay."

Yeosang rolled his eyes shaking the card in front of Seonghwa's face. The taller finally took the plastic from Yeosang's grip and, in retaliation, waved it in front of Yeosang's face. "Fine, I'll take the card," he retorted. "But that doesn't mean I'll use it."

After Seonghwa left, the blond shook his head, smiling. That's fine by me.

Returning to the table with two mugs, Seonghwa sat across from the other. "What did you order?" Yeosang asked.

"A Cafe Americano, with four pumps syrup."

Yeosang raised a brow, "That's a lot of sugar."

"Yeah coming from the one drinking a latte." Said Seonghwa laughing.

"Hyung, love," Yeosang had said oh so smugly. "Only flavored lattes have sugar. This is a classic latte." He raised the mug.

Oh. Seonghwa blushed and his pulse quickened. But he didn't speak.

So Yeosang laughed and their eyes met for a long moment, just looking. "Aish!" Yeosang broke the silence, rolling back in his chair. "This is so weird. Like honestly. I know we learn about this all the time in school but I didn't think it'd be like this."

Seonghwa laughed quietly, glancing down. "Like what?" He asked leaning over the table.

"Like I've known you longer than a total of 20 minutes." Yeosang bit his lip. "I'm usually pretty quiet, but here I am doing most of the talking."

And Seonghwa smiled, blushing. "I like hearing about you though, and I already said I feel the same, that I feel way more comfortable with you than should be allowed. . . basically just threw stranger danger out the metaphorical window."

"Ooo fancy words."

Seonghwa smirked, bowing his head. "Thank you,"

Yeosang took a sip of his latte, but it was still far too hot to be comfortable. "I want to go to school for Lit so I appreciate it. . .What are you in uni for?"

"Aerospace engineering. . .Which has, unfortunately, a lot to do with defense, but. . ." He trailed off, before switching the question around. "What do you want to do with a Lit degree?"

"Be a professor."

Seonghwa's eyes widened, "Really?" He laughed. "Just wait until you're in your second year of uni and see if you really still want to still be a professor."

They both laughed a little at that, before Seonghwa nodded to the other's practically untouched cup. "Your coffee is getting cold."

Yeosang downed his mug (thankfully it was now cooled) and set it back rather loudly on the table. "Want to go for a walk?" The younger asked.

Seonghwa finished his cup as well and began to pack his laptop up. Yeosang swung his school bag around his shoulders and the two left with a ding of the bell above the glass door.

Hands in their coat pockets, they roamed campus. "Where do you want to study?" Seonghwa looked down at the boy.

"Here." Was the simple reply. "Well, it'd be cool to study abroad but last time I traveled for an extended period I got such culture shock I decided to study closer to home. . .Plus I'm kinda introverted. . .I just think it'd be more comfortable staying here."

Seonghwa nodded, a good answer. "We can go check out the Literature building if you want?"

Yeosang, for the first of many moments, felt so light at Seonghwa's words, at his care. He nodded, biting his lip, and looked up at the taller with sparking eyes.

"Come on then." Seonghwa jerked his head toward the left and stared to jog backwards, laughing as he took in the glowing expression on Yeosang's face. And when Yeosang started to run to him, Seonghwa turned forward and took off.

The two blazed through campus, weaving around the paths only students knew.

The building itself, however, was anti climactic, just lots of classrooms, lots of offices; the library was nice, though.

"How did you get here?" Seonghwa asked the younger as they exited.

"The city bus, a car's unnecessary just for school."

Unbeknownst to Yeosang, Seonghwa was leading them toward the parking garage now. "Then can I drive you home?"

The light, giddy, feeling came to Yeosang again. "Sure. . ."

"My car's just- - -"

The shuffling around Seonghwa broke him from his daze. Looking around, he saw the lecture was done and began to collect his books, groaning. If there was one class to zone out for, orbital dynamics wasn't it.

It was only ten thirty, but he skipped breakfast so Seonghwa headed to the lunchroom. Seated with his bibimbab, he slowly lifted a mound of rice to his mouth.

Seonghwa's pink hair fell in his eyes as he leaned over the bowl, and again he was glaringly reminded of his Soul.

He thought back to the day they dyed it, over the summer. He thought to how much Yeosang had changed during those months together.

"Yeosang-ah, as gorgeous as you look in skirts," Seonghwa had said, "you know you don't have wear them. I don't want you to change yourself for me."

But his Soul just laughed, refusing that idea over and over. "You think I do this for you? No, Hwa. Please, I don't do something for men." He rolled his gold lined eyes. "I started dressing like this around you because you make me feel confident enough to. You don't think twice about it. You should try a skirt sometime, Hyung," the younger giggled. "They're fun."

Seonghwa smiled at the memory, halfway done with his lunch.

When Seonghwa's little cousin had asked why Yeosang wore girl's clothes, the blond replied they were just clothes.

I'm a boy, and I wear them so that automatically makes them boy's clothes, because they belong to a boy. You, little one, can wear whatever you feel like.

Seonghwa had bought him a long midnight blue skirt for his last birthday. He wore it while dying Seonghwa's hair, which proved to be a mistake, seeing as it somehow got dye on the bottom hem.

But Yeosang ended up brushing the whole hem with that pink dye, not that you could see much. But they knew.

Sitting in the Kang-Moon's bathroom, Yeosang coated Seonghwa's hairline in vaseline, both boys wearing the aprons that Eomeoni had brought in.

"Ready?" Yeosang asked, making eye contact in the mirror. "Ready as I'll ever be. . ." Seonghwa mumbled, not daring to move his head.

They had already bleached his hair a few days prior, and Seonghwa was kinda liking the blond look. But blond was Yeosang's color, plus they'd already bought the dye.

"Oops-" Yeosang said, grimacing, and the older's eyes went wide until he made the I'm openly judging you face. But as much as Yeosang tried, he couldn't stop from smiling. "Just kidding, Hyung," he laughed. "It's going well~."

They sat together in the living room for the next hour while waiting for the dye to set, Yeosang careful that his Soul's head would not touch anything.

Mingi came in and gave a concerned look toward the aluminum foil covered head, but thought it best not to ask questions.

"Hwa," Yeosang started, slowly, "have you ever dated before?"

Seonghwa looked over at the younger. "Well, not really. I was with this girl a little while back, and we both really liked being together, and we did couple things. But we both knew not to get too attached, because we'd likely soon find our Souls. . .Aaaand guess what!"

Yeosang gasped dramatically. "What?"

"I did." He tickled the younger in his arms. "Or rather, you found me."

They were quiet for a moment. "Appa wants me to go see a psychiatrist," Yeosang said quietly.

Seonghwa smiled and hummed in response, "I think that's a very good idea. Do you want to go?"

"I guess it's a good idea. But it just seems like overkill. . ."

Seonghwa looked down at him. "Yeosang-ah, believe me, there's no overkill for your well-being. . .Do you want my help filling out forms?"

And Yeosang nodded, a little more comfortable. "Yeah. . . I'll probably never do it myself. . ."

"I know, my Shin-bi, but I'd love to help, if you allow me." Seonghwa nuzzled his face into Yeosang's neck and the boy yelped.

"Ya! Hyung." He cried. "You'll get dye on me!"

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Finishing his meal, Seonghwa brushed a hand through his fading hair and smiled. He cleared the table, tossing away his plastics and packing up the laptop and textbooks.

Slinging on his bag, Seonghwa headed for the door. He needed to talk with Yeosang.

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A/N: 1-12-22 ahhh this was so cute to write/edit

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