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😇 Sungki

Kyong hadn't managed to get them a great place to stay but at least this motel was moderately clean and didn't seem to be surrounded by too dangerous of an area. He's still nervous about the conversation had at the bar, about the way he's sure Sungki is just curious and that it has nothing to do with Kyong himself. In any case, they got some cheap food from a convenience store and got back into the room.

"I'm sorry that the digs aren't that great..."

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Kyong can be found in various places around the city searching for jobs. He's certainly returned to the Hollow where he got weird looks again and didn't linger long after putting in application probably.

At some point he can be found eating a snack in the ruinwood forest too. There's something that feels homey and magical about the woods and something akin to the area he grew up in as a child before he even knew he was a demigod.

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For all of Kyong's worries, Sungki seems utterly carefree. He even seems a little excited about - well, everything. The hotel room, this little adventure with Kyong, the convenience store food, it's all pretty great in his opinion. He just hopes that his mother knows he's safe.

He looks up at the apology, cheeks full of food that he hastily chews and swallows.

"What do you mean? Everything's perfect."

"You just deserve some place better than this," Kyong murmurs, half to himself. He likes Sungki a lot, okay? He deserves places as good as he is. And this place? Is definitely not.

He eats too, sitting cross legged on the creaky bed, watching Sungki eat and enjoying the sight of him looking so content and happy regardless of the surroundings... maybe that's why it bothers Kyong so much that Sungki doesn't even seem to think twice.

Sungki blinks, smiling a little to himself as he pushes his food aside so that he can lean forward, palms pressed against the mattress.

"I like it here. It's comfortable. Maybe I wouldn't feel that way if we were anywhere else."

He probably would, as long as Kyong was with him.

"I owe you so much already." He steals a chip with a smirk before sitting back again. "And now I owe you one thing more."

Kyong feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips and he relaxes a little more. He still thinks the other would be more comfortable in a nicer place but at least they found somewhere that they could crash while they figure things out since it seems like there's no getting home. He starts eating again and rolls his eyes a little.

"You don't owe me anything, Sungki."

He likes taking care of him.

"Okay, maybe not owe, but..."

Sungki shrugs his shoulders, not sure how to explain it really.

"I wanna do something for you too, you know?"

The words bring a little warmth to his face, and he ducks his head to try and hide it.

Kyong gets it in a way but still... He clears his throat at the words. "Like what?" he raises a brow smiling slightly.

"I'm fine just keeping you safe and happy as I can."

He notices the way the other's hiding his face and he doesn't know exactly what that means.

Oh. He's really asking him. Sungki panics for a moment, because while he totally meant it, he also hadn't thought that far ahead.

"I could...give you a massage?"

He lifts his head and then panics all over again.

"You just look like you could use a massage - good! You look good! I just think I could make you feel good too. Or-"

Kyong is... nothing if not surprised by the way the other comes up with the idea of a massage. He hadn’t been expecting an answer at all if he was honest but that one. He can’t help but think of how Sungki’s hands would feel massaging him — he wonders if he’s good at massages, not that it would matter. He’s secretly wanted the other to touch him for any reason.

He clear as his throat. Perhaps that makes it not the best idea?

“Sungki, what are you trying to say?” Because his brain is definitely going places it shouldn’t.

What is he trying to say? Maybe he should ask himself that question too, because Sungki's at a loss for words for a moment.

"Just that...I wouldn't mind. Trying that with you." He's the one who said it, but something about it still feels weird to him. So he tries again. "I'd like it, if I could."

Kyong watches him carefully and there's a bristle at first when the other spoke but then when he adds the last part...

"I'd like you to..." he admits.

"Okay...okay!"

Sungki repeats it firmly, brightly, and then shoves the rest of his food into his mouth. He gestures to Kyong's as well, and mumbles some words that might be asking if he's going to finish that. Or maybe he's just waiting for him to. Either way, the food is his only obstacle now.

Kyong, honestly, had forgotten all about the food during the conversation and now all he can think about is Sungki’s hands on him and how difficult it is right now to not get an embarrassing boner. If he survives an entire massage it would probably be a miracle given how down bad he’s had it for Sungki ever since he first met him — that on top of the idea of giving him a wet dream...

Okay, so maybe he’s already shifting a pillow into his lap without thinking and glances at the food again, having forgotten the other had gestured at it for another moment of his rambling thoughts.

“You can have the rest,” he says. He’s definitely not hungry... for food anyway.

Sungki reaches for another chip. Maybe he doesn't notice Kyong's dilemma. It's not clear, even when Sungki looks up at him. What he's not oblivious to is his own attraction to the other. He's not experienced enough to know how to go about it - yet. But he's not exactly shying away from him either, is he?

Trapped in another world with a hot, sweet demigod. It's straight out of an isekai. It's too good to be true, really.

"Kyong? Do you have, like, a type?"

It's difficult for Kyong to keep writing everything off as his own wishful thinking... not when the other looks at him that way. When he's asking a question like that. He takes a drink of water and licking his lips afterward.

"I guess... I like a guy that's got a good smile, knows how to laugh... freckles..." he really didn't mean to say that last part.

He's hopeful...people have often complimented Sungki on his smile. Like a ray of sunshine, his mother used to say - but then again, she was his mother. But he also knows how to laugh, and he does laugh at the last thing that Kyong says. It's not a mocking sound at all, it's all surprise and happiness.

"Freckles? Really??" Sungki slides closer to him. "I have some on my shoulders too. Wanna see?"

“Yeah, freckles are the best,” Kyong says without thinking. “Your freckles...” he starts and his ears and cheeks are red.

“Yeah... I’d like to see.”

Have they both really been dancing around each other wanting the other to notice them all this time...

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