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Changkyun doesn't win three out of three. He hardly wins two out of seven, and when they're leaving the bar way past midnight still sober, Hoseok can't help but feel amused because Changkyun starts sulking again.

"You let me win those two rounds on purpose, didn't you?" Changkyun says while zipping his hoodie up as they hit the streets for a walk through the night.

"I don't know what you mean," Hoseok replies with a suppressed grin, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.

"Sure," Changkyun huffs a laugh, leaving an unasked question lingering between them, and Hoseok feels almost guilty about that.

Sure, he's been holding back a few times, aiming deliberately for numbers that wouldn't end the round immediately, but Changkyun, that heart-wrecking cutie pie, would still miss his chance to take the lead. So it’s not exactly Hoseok’s fault that he didn’t win what he was hoping for...

"It's your fault," Changkyun groaned after he had thrown another dart, missing the double points. "You're making me nervous!"

"What?" Hoseok laughed out loud, watching him adjusting his position in front of the board. "I'm not doing anything."

"So the way you're sitting there on that bar stool is not on purpose to distract me?" Changkyun huffs, peeking at him from the side before focusing back on the board.

"I don't think closing my legs will suddenly enhance your throwing skills," Hoseok grinned at him, and Changkyun turned around once more but this time with narrowed eyes.

"Are you saying I'm just bad at playing darts?"

"I'm saying that maybe you're better at other things," Hoseok replied amused, and Changkyun snorted, a little smirk forming on his lips.

"You're right," he said, suddenly approaching and not stopping until he positioned himself between Hoseok's legs. "I can show you what I'm really good at if you want." His hands were slowly sliding over Hoseok’s shoulders to the back of his neck, and Hoseok really had to fight the urge to close his eyes when there were suddenly fingers fondling with his hair. Uh, shit, he could get used to this.

"Not exactly what I meant," he chuckled, keeping his gaze on Changkyun’s pretty dark eyes. “But I acknowledge that.”

"To be honest, I kinda have the feeling that I'm not exactly your type," Changkyun muttered with the most teasing pout, and Hoseok wanted to groan out loud. This cuteness overload was killing him.

"Quite the opposite," he whispered instead, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Changkyun's jeans. It was so damn hard not to pull him in for a kiss when this proximity felt so unexpectedly right.

"Then how about we change the deal?" Changkyun asked, his grin widening again.

“Hm? What do you have in mind?”

"When I win this last game, we're making out right here."

Hoseok chuckled, a little drunk on that glittering in Changkyun’s eyes. “Fine,” he replied. “Try your luck.”

And Changkyun did. He was trying really hard, but his aim was still not good enough, and Hoseok didn’t know if he was disappointed or not when it was his turn to stand in front of the board. It sobered him up pretty quickly, though.

Because Hoseok hadn’t told Changkyun yet that this wouldn’t be more than a high school date, first base max., and letting him win this game would only get his hopes up for more. So Hoseok didn’t hesitate to end that last round with two easy throws.

The only problem now is that Changkyun obviously assumes that Hoseok isn’t interested in him at all. He noticeably backed off.

"So, statistics, hm?" Changkyun says, walking next to Hoseok in a too appropriate distance.

"Yeah, pretty boring, right?" Hoseok sighs, pushing his hands further into his pockets when the impulse to reach out for Changkyun to pull him close is growing strong.

"Mhm,” Changkyun replies a little restrained. “Is it obligatory for you? I never asked about your major.”

“I need it for psychology,” Hoseok says, and it’s weird to have this most basic small talk among students with him. “What about you?”

"Linguistics. I switched majors without being warned,” he chuckles.

"You did? Why? What did you study before?"

"I started with economics but-," he hesitates, kicking a little stone out of the way. "But then I met Kihyun, and yeah... thought classes might be more fun with him since I actually don't give a fuck. I'm just attending uni because my parents forced me to."

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Hoseok asks.

“About what?”

Kihyun? “Your parents.”

“Why, you wanna be my shrink for the night?” Changkyun huffs amused, and Hoseok takes a moment to reply.

“I... want to be your friend.”

“Ah, yeah,” Changkyun snorts, kicking something else that’s bothering him to the side. “There’s not much to talk about. They’re hardly around, send more money for good grades, do not care a lot otherwise.”

“Are they too busy with their jobs?”

“Who knows. I came out to them a few years back just to get some reaction out of them, but they didn’t even bother to be disappointed,” Changkyun snickers in a bitter tone as they reach a bridge and slow down their pace. “Maybe that’s when I stopped caring as well.”

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok says, leaning his forearms against the railing, and Changkyun follows suit a step away.

“About what?”

“That your parents aren't even assholes?” Hoseok tries with a little smile. He slides closer to Changkyun until their arms bump together, and Changkyun looks at him amused.

“Yeah, too bad, all the emotional hurt I’m missing out,” he snorts, his gaze shifting to the night view in front of them, and Hoseok wants to wrap him up in his arms so bad, wants to take him to some place warm and safe. It’s almost physically painful to let this go.

Still, Hoseok turns towards the city skyline that is illuminating the black river in a comforting way. He actually knows what it feels like to grow up without a parent around since his dad had left when he was hardly 10. But his mom has been giving him everything, trying twice as hard to fill the empty space, and he didn’t feel left alone at all, especially with Hyungwon and Hyunwoo next to him. So he can’t imagine the loneliness Changkyun must’ve been going through. It gives Hoseok a much better idea of what Kihyun might actually mean to him...

Changkyun sighs, turning around. He leans back against the railing, burying his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “Not gonna lie,” he says. “I’m not used to this kind of dates. Usually, at this point, I’m already drunk as fuck and undressing someone.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Hoseok responds, trying to keep his tone light, but he’s reminded of Hyungwon’s words, and it makes him sad to think that Changkyun might actually regret this date.

“No, I… I just don’t know where this is going. If this is going anywhere at all, you know?” Changkyun exhales, poking the pavement with the tip of his shoe.

And Hoseok huffs amused because it's so unfair every time Changkyun is acting this cute. “Are you still sulking because I didn’t let you win?”

“Obviously,” Changkyun replies with a mix of a shy but still cheeky grin.

And Hoseok knows this would be the right time to explain himself, to come clean about his sexuality, but he hesitates. Because what are the odds that Changkyun will still be interested in him after finding out? And then, how long will it take Hoseok to get over him? He's so smitten with this boy, it's insane. It actually bothers him that they’re not close enough to hold hands on a pretty scenery like that. He really wants him close in every way… Shit, Hyungwon will scold him for that but who cares...

"Come here," Hoseok says, reaching out and pulling at Changkyun’s hoodie string. "Pick up your consolation prize."

Changkyun snorts. "What?"

"Don't you wanna kiss me?" Hoseok smiles.

“Wha-?” Changkyun looks surprised, not moving at all. His system must have crashed.

Cutest puppy, indeed, Hoseok smirks, pushing himself away from the railing, and then he’s standing in front of Changkyun, leaning forward to cage him in between his arms. “Just say yes or no,” Hoseok whispers while their faces are so close, there’s almost no air between them, and Hoseok can actually feel how Changkyun stops breathing for a second.

Just a little moment before he's going straight for the kiss, grabbing the fabric at Hoseok’s chest to pull him in, and Hoseok chuckles against his lips.

But Changkyun opens his mouth so quickly, licking into Hoseok’s mouth with a hungry moan while challenging Hoseok’s tongue right from the start that Hoseok has to slow him down. He’s blocking his way, adding more pressure into movements that keep cutting him off, and it takes a moment and a frustrated groan, but then, Changkyun is ready to give up, adjusting his pace until the kiss turns so soft and slow, it starts tingling nicely in Hoseok’s head with all the affection he wants to share.

And Changkyun sighs sweetly, sliding his arms around Hoseok’s neck while Hoseok lowers his hands onto Changkyun’s back to pull him in as close as possible until there’s another moan escaping Changyun’s mouth as the kiss becomes deeper and they grow more and more familiar with each other’s taste. Hoseok can’t get enough of it. He’d stay like this for the whole night, but Changkyun is getting restless in his arms, so he brings his hands to Changkyun’s face, cupping his cheeks as he ends the kiss with a long and soft peck.

“That was nice,” he hums, opening his eyes, and that rosy blush on Changkyun’s face is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Mhm," Changkyun agrees, lowering his arms. "Let's go to my place," he says, looking up at Hoseok with the city lights glittering in his eyes, and Hoseok wants to kiss him again.

"No,” he replies instead, so very reluctant to let go of Changkyun’s face.

"Why?"

Hoseok sighs, stroking over the soft skin underneath his thumbs. "Do you know what the asexual spectrum is?"

"What?" Changkyun blinks at him.

"It's for people who are somewhere betwe-"

"I know what that is,” he says, pulling Hoseok’s hands from his face. “I just don't understand why you're talking about that now."

"Because I'm somewhere on that spectrum,” Hoseok admits as he lowers his arms. “I'm kinda asexual."

"Oh, fuck my life," Changkyun groans, taking a step back. "Seriously?!"