usually, intak is very good at keeping secrets.
unless it comes to you finally, after spending his entire childhood on relentless, dramatic, pathetically persistent pining, not seeing him as one of your brother's silly friend - but a man you could be the girlfriend of.
the worse is that he swore he could handle it, "lowkey, hush-hush, i get it," he said, between kisses, unable to keep his hands away from you -already-the minute you let him kiss you.
because, yeah, well. it made sense. he was your brother's best friend after all. but also, it's intak we are talking about. the kid who fell in love with you in elementary school when he came over at your house the first time. the middle schooler who put love letters in your locker every valentine. the highschooler who tried to act cool around you despite how you would never take him seriously.
it's safe to say that he's been pathetically, hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you since pretty much forever. yeah, he can't hide anything to save his life.
even his crush on you is something your brother picked on. his mind is always elsewhere when he hangs out with his best friend at your house. when he knows you are around, his can't help but be hyper aware of everything he does. scared that you may appear out of nowhere and say something stupid.
now that you are dating, it's worse.
when you do appear, he stares at you like you are the sun, the air he breathes and everything in between. the kind of gaze that makes big hearts appear in his eyes.
β "hey, intak," is all the attention you give him. with a small smile and a quick look. and fuck, his lip tug upward in a soft, gentle grin.
he is too focused on you passing by the television to understand what your brother groans at you. probably something about how you are hiding his view on his kart. it doesn't help that he smiles like a huge idiot when you speak, "oh shut up, intak will win anyways."
he almost squeals at the praise, eyes shining with obvious fondness when you tell your brother he sucks at mario kart. wait, is that his hoodie you are wearing? jesus christ.
intak can't hide shit. especially not after seeing you after days of not being able to. especially not after seeing how loose his hoodie is around your smaller figure. especially not after hearing his name escape the barrier of your lips with such a drowned in sugar tone.
his feet bounce on the floor. he bites down his lip. his eyes flicker to the stairs you took to go to your room. he stopped paying attention to mario kart a long time ago which pisses off riki a lot.
but he feels like an addict craving his drug.
β "man, what are you even doing at this point," keeho groans. ironic, he just won for the ninth time.
intak's head ponds. his heart is threatening to explode his rib cage with how fast it beats. he chewed on his inside cheek.
β "i-i'm sorry," he says, getting up. he speeds to the stairs. "i'm going to the restroom, i'll be right back." he doesn't look back. he stumbles over his own feet many times as he walks upstairs. he takes off his glasses in anticipation, revealing eyes that are looking for you and only you.
he thinks about barging in your room without a second thought. but he knows how much you hate whenever people don't knock at your door. it makes him wait some more, but he does.
β "intak? what are you-!" he cups your face. pushing his lips against your own like a starving man, he makes you both walk inside your room. with one hand still on your jaw, he closes the door behind him then pins you against the wall earnestly.
between kisses, everytime he changes angles, everytime he feels like it, he whispers how much he missed you.