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"Sound."
The boy in question didn't as much as blink.
"Hey. Sound. Sound. Sooound ," Win continued. "Hey, dumbass."
That seemed to catch Sound's attention. He snapped his head towards Win, a displeased glare on his face.
"Turn that off for 10 minutes and come join me for dinner."
Sound turned back to his laptop screen.
"Hmm. Just leave it on the counter. Thanks."
It wouldn't have been so frustrating, if this hadn't happened for the 6th time that month. Or was it the 7th? 8th? Win was losing track. Work was harsh, and he knew it as much as Sound did. Managing shooting with workshops, supplementary dancing and singing coaching, not to mention the neverending university assignments was no joke. Win barely felt like he had a cap on his own uni work - his boyfriend's packed schedule sounded borderline nightmarish.
Nightmarish it was - Win slowly started to notice his boyfriend losing weight (' It's a good thing!' Sound would try to convince him), he had started using concealer to hide dark circles he'd never had before, and the cute photos he would send of his meals started dwindling.
All the while, he would brush Win's concerns off. " It's just busy season ," he'd say, " If I don't do this now, I'll never make it ." And he was probably right. But it irked Win, every single moment.
The straw that broke the camel's back was the time Sound fainted at work. Win had rushed over that night in total panic, the worst thoughts possible flashing through his head.
So he'd made up his mind.
He was going to do everything to make sure his man was not ignoring himself. If he wasn't going to take care of himself, well, someone had to.
Win grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him so that they were now face-to-face.
"Get up."
Sound clicked his tongue and turned back to his work. Heat rushed to Win's head, but he chose to take a deep breath.
Well, if Sound was going to ignore him, he knew exactly what to do to get his attention.
"Fine, you don't need to eat all this. I'll just throw it out."
That seemed to do the trick.
"I really don't need you distracting me right now."
"Well sorry for bothering you," Win retorted, hands crossed and eyebrows furrowed. "But I'm still going to make sure you're not starving yourself, you idiot."
The slightest twitch in Sound's expression was enough to make Win go weak. God , he had it bad.
"Win," Sound said, hesitantly coming closer. "I'm sorry."
Win simply nodded, and pointed to the dining table. "Go sit." Sound obliged.
Carefully gripping both handles with a cloth, Win placed the pot of steaming minestrone soup on the coaster. The aroma of cooked garlic and tomatoes wafted through the air, making Sound's stomach grumble.
"Now give your eyes some rest, and go grab yourself a bowl and spoon from the kitchen," Win ordered. Sound complied in a defeated silence.
"Don't your classes end late these days? How do you find the time?" Sound asked, settling down on the floor, in front of the sofa.
"Anything to make sure you're feeding yourself like an adult, I guess," Win replied, as he poured some of the soup into the bowl in Sound's outstretched arms. "Your parents spoil you too much?"
Sound smiled, relaxing his shoulders. "You say that while you continue to spoil me rotten."
Win shook his head fondly. "It's nothing compared to what you're doing."
Sound brought a spoonful of the soup to his mouth, blowing on it before taking a bite. The soup was still a bit too hot regardless, burning the edges of his tongue, making him wince.
Win let out a little giggle at his pout, only making him pout harder.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I keep telling you to blow on your food first!"
"I did! And it still burnt me!"
"You have to blow at it more than once, you dolt."
Sound put another spoonful of the soup into his mouth, resorting to pull the other's cheek in a silent retort.
One spoon followed the next, which followed the next and the next and the next, until the bowl was over in moments, and he was reaching for seconds, and thirds.
He had absolutely no idea he was this hungry to begin with.
That's when he tried recollecting his whole day, running from an auditon room to a workshop to an acting set, and came to the sinking realization that, apart from the occassional coffee or granola bar, he hadn't had a single meal the whole time.
Oh, Win would absolutely murder him if he told him. But he probably already knew, from the looks of it.
"Thank you," he said instead.
Win stepped closer, brushed his hair back, and kissed him on the forehead. Sound leaned in to the unexpected gesture, a smile blooming on his face.
He felt …. relaxed. For the first time in weeks. The full stomach was probably contributing. He felt like he could keep eating till his stomach burst; the warmth was so inviting, so amazingly comforting. He could almost drown in the feeling.
It was funny - it wasn't even his apartment, but it was the place that felt most like home.
~ ♪ ~
Sound turned over in bed, and shook Win's arm. The latter looked down from his phone.
"Win."
"Hm?"
Sound was making a face.
"What's wrong?"
"My tongue," Sound whined. "It's still numb. From the soup."
Win laughed, earning himself a disgruntled look from the other man.
"I can get you an ice cube or two from the freezer," Win suggested. "Or maybe some of your Hagen Dazs . Strawberry flavour is still left, I think."
Sound shook his head in response. He sat up on the bed, turning to face his boyfriend who was now turned towards him as well.
"Or..."
"Or?"
Sound put his arms over Win's shoulders, smiling his usual dimpled grin.
"Or, you could kiss it better."
The corner's of Win's mouth curled up at the suggestion. He circled his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling the man closer.
"You cheesy idiot."