Do Yul and Saem shared literally everything except the ability to admit they were into each other.
Classes, late night convenience store runs, hoodies, earbuds, cigarettes outside campus buildings at 2 a.m., even stupid little habits.
Do Yul always peeled the cucumbers out of Saem’s kimbap because Saem hated them.
Saem always stirred extra milk into Do Yul’s matcha because “you complain too fucking much when it’s bitter.”
Nobody understood what they were.
Especially not them.
“You two are disgusting,” their friend Jiseok complained while watching them argue in the student lounge.
Saem sat cross legged on the couch wearing giant cargo pants and one of Do Yul’s hoodies while Do Yul leaned over him, fixing Saem’s chain necklace because the clasp got twisted.
“We’re just friends,” Saem said.
“Friends don’t look at each other like that,” Jiseok replied.
Do Yul scoffed. “Look at each other like what?”
“Like you wanna fuck and fight at the same time.”
Saem nearly choked on his drink while Do Yul burst out laughing.
“Shut the fuck up,” Do Yul said.
But later that day, Saem kept thinking about it.
Because maybe Jiseok had a point.
Especially when Do Yul came back from thrifting with random gifts like it was normal.
“This reminded me of you,” Do Yul said casually, tossing a silver ring onto Saem’s lap.
Saem stared at it. “You bought me jewelry?”
“It was cheap.”
“You hate spending money.”
“Yeah well, your fingers looked empty and annoying.”
Saem smiled so hard his cheeks hurt.
Then immediately hid it. “You’re such a loser.”
“Still wearing the ring though, sae sae.”
“Shut up.”
A week later things got worse.
Saem walked into the gym to drag Do Yul back to class, only to find some girl openly flirting with him near the weight racks.
Do Yul looked bored out of his mind, muscular arms crossed over his chest, long black hair tied back messily while tattoos stretched down his skin.
The girl touched his arm.
Saem instantly felt irritated.
Which was stupid.
Because Do Yul wasn’t his.
Still, Saem walked over anyway.
“You done?” he asked coldly.
Do Yul’s expression changed immediately when he saw him. Softer. Warmer.
“Yeah, baby. Gimme a sec.”
The girl blinked. “Baby?”
Saem froze.
Do Yul froze too.
Then Do Yul recovered first. “He gets pissy when I ignore him.”
“I do not,” Saem snapped.
“You skipped lunch and got attitude now?”
“Fuck you.”
The girl awkwardly walked away after that.
The second she left, Saem smacked Do Yul’s arm. “Why would you call me that in public?”
Do Yul smirked lazily. “Cause you like it.”