And with that, Kyungsoo clashed his mouth with Chanyeol’s, both impatient to pour out their feelings they’d been hiding for years. The sweet taste lingering on their mouths were clear once they fought for breath, and then it became stronger when they kissed again, this time less sloppy, more perfect. Chanyeol’s hands fell to Kyungsoo’s waist, while Kyungsoo continued holding both sides of Chanyeol’s collar with both his hands, pulling him closer and closer. They backed off because of Chanyeol’s weight, Kyungsoo’s back hitting the wall. Never mind, Kyungsoo thought, because he likes it this way. He loves it this way.