Fics like Oranges

Hansol and Seungkwan sat together, pressed their shoulders into each other until they couldn’t possibly get any closer. They used to do that a lot, try to mesh their bodies into one, would hope that one day it actually worked so they’d never have to part — it never did. Seungkwan pulled the orange from his bag, and before he could even think about it, he pressed the citrus into Hansol’s waiting palm. It hit him then, that this was a thing, another part of their routine. Hansol still needed to look at the oranges then. “Doesn’t the smell bother you?” Seungkwan had asked, because he couldn’t bring himself to ask the question he really wanted to. Couldn’t bring himself to ask Hansol why he would peel oranges for him — if Hansol loved Seungkwan the way he loved the other. “It smells like you,” Hansol had responded. They didn’t talk about it. They never talked about it. Seungkwan just laughed and rolled his eyes, pressed his head into Hansol’s shoulder, wished they could become one just for a minute. Maybe they did. (Or, Seungkwan has been in love with Hansol for over a decade and is horrible with feelings)

Fics like Oranges

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