As thunder rolled across the neighborhood, one boy was sat in his bed, crying. He had the covers over himself and was shaking, not to mention little.
"Buddy... 'm scared..." He muttered to his stuffed penguin. The little paused, putting the stuffie's beak to his ear and furrowing his eyebrows. "You right, I call him now!" He exclaimed, sniffling. He had his boyfriend on speed dial for such occasions.
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"Hello?"
"Youngie?"
"Hey, baby... I'm here, what's wrong?"
"I's thunderin'! Too loud, Sannie can't sleep! And I scared!"
"Hey, hey calm down! I'm getting in my car and on my way... Do you want to stay on the call with me?"
"Yes, please..."
While the two lovers talked about San's stuffies and how is day was, Wooyoung pulled up to the former's house. "Baby," He said into the phone, "I'm here, can you open the door for me?" There was some shuffling on the other end before San spoke again. "I coming!" San ended the call, carefully scooting down the stairs and running to the door.
"I's stuck!" Came a muffled shout through the door. Wooyoung smiled, knowing the door wasn't stuck. "Baby, did you unlock the door?" He called. The other side went silent for a good minute. "How I do that?" San asked shyly. "There's a little thingy on the doorknob, turn it." There was some more silence before a small click was heard.
The door opened, San throwing himself at Wooyoung. "Youngie!! We go inside! Before the lightning gets us!" The little exclaimed, pulling his boyfriend into the house. On his couch, San had laid out his favorite - shh, don't tell the others - stuffies, pillows, and blankets. "When did you do this?" Wooyoung asked him, the little smiling widely. "You like it? I did it while we're on the phone!"
Wooyoung has the cutest boy in his life.
Given the circumstances, Wooyoung thought this to be a great moment to pop his question. "Hey San?" The little looked up at him with a hum. "I have to ask you something really important. Can you be big for me?" San pouted, whining a bit but agreeing. A few moments passed, having been little all day helping to come out of it.
"What did you need to ask me?" Wooyoung gulped, hands clammy, and handed him a small, palm sized bag to him. "That should explain a little..." He said, watching on anxiously as San opened it. With wide eyes, San looked at Wooyoung. "Is this- Are you asking if-" "If you'll move in with me?" By now, both of the boys were giggling and smiling. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking!"
"YES!"