Ilhoon hadn’t wanted the embrace to end and that was clearly seen by the childish look of loss written all over his youthful face as he stared back at the elder male. He didn’t think they had been hugging long enough for him to feel satisfied enough to let him go. In fact, now that he thought about it, no amount of time hugging Sanggil would ever really be enough since he had been refused by him since the moment they had first met back in Eros. He was trying to get his memory worth of long hugs properly made because that was just how he was. Ilhoon was true to the meaning of overly-happy and sentimental. There was never not a smile on his face from what he was doing and whenever there wasn’t, there was always a pile vomit a few feet away from him and a stumbling body. He tried his utmost hardest not to reach out and grab the shirt of the male before him to pull him back. He was just needy and of need of his old manager again — like a puppy who wanted to play with his master after a long day away from each other.
"Yeah! Make sure you put a lot of sugar in it because I hate that bitter stuff." Ilhoon stuck his tongue out in distaste of the idea of black coffee with nothing else in it as he excitedly stepped into the apartment with the door closing and locking behind him. The assassin’s back was leaned against the door, still mesmerized by the sight and image of the male’s smile which will forever be imprinted in his brain. He had his own grin on, biting his lower lip as he stared down at the floor trying to calm himself down — something that took a lot of effort and he wondered if he’d ever revert back to his normal self when around the other. Right now, he was feeling too many immensely happy things at once that he didn’t know how to contain himself which was why he kept himself attached to the door. He pressed the back of his head to the door and looked up at the ceiling as he attempted to breath in and out slowly to ease him into relaxation. It was hard since the smell of Sanggil lingered everywhere around him and on his clothes which made him want to squeak like a strange fangirl.
After a few minutes, he rushed off into the direction he saw his friend walk in — he felt as if he was taking too long and found him in the kitchen. Ilhoon’s eyes were round with curiosity as he looked around at the place. It hardly seemed as if Sanggil had been here too long judging by the looks of things. Everything was clean and pristine, shining in its own right and he leaned his back against the counter as he took it all in. This was different than his last place — then again, the only places he was allowed in those times before was his living room, hall, and bedroom. “Wah, look at this place. You live here by yourself, huh?” He murmurs out loud, not really waiting on an answer as his eyes fell back on his friend and instantly feeling a little gitty. “I live with a friend of mine now. I met him during the time we were apart. He’s the one that takes care of me — even though I know I bother him too much. I can’t help it. I look at him and the things he does reminds me of you and I— … I just want to be around him when I can. Ah, he’s the main reason why I was missing you so much, Sanggil.” Ilhoon out right confessed with a longing sigh as he roamed the kitchen with his eyes again. “What did I miss while we were separated?”
— The warmth of Ilhoon’s body was something he missed the moment it was beyond him, the moment his own body began to revert into it’s own state of frostbite. Oh the bitterness of not being able to care for himself like this, it really served him nothing but trouble. Recklessness had become everyday behavior, and the way he ended up more bruised than ever before habitual. It made hime reluctant to slip out of the hoodie he was wearing over his black wife beater. Because the pallor beneath it was decorated with purples and yellows in all different shades — visible in the way his knuckles still remain purple beneath the red of blooming gashes. Luckily, he’s quite sure Ilhoon hasn’t lain his eyes upon them yet, not even as Sanggil had turned away. It was a relief, really. Because the last thing he wanted at this very moment, was to worry someone he cared for with his own immense disability to actually do good. The thought makes him sigh almost angrily as fingers curl into fists. But he had grown better at controlling his own rage these days, and keeping form knocking something over was easy.
So he headed into his kitchen with ease, let his fingertips dance over the open expanse of a kitchen counter before he reached to prepare some coffee for the both of them. He had registered Ilhoon’s request, only to realize he had forgotten to respond. He shrugged it off, shook his head as he realized it wouldn’t be considered as something out of his ordinary behavior. He had never spoken much back then, aside form spitting curses and unpleasantly harsh words. He had grown better at that too, keeping his mouth shut around people instead of deliberately offending them. There was no real point in it anymore, as there was no real point in him being alive either. At least that was what Sanggil thought. It differed today however, because the appearance of the younger male had sent his mind spinning. Because maybe there was someone who needed him, someone whom he needed just as much himself and maybe it could work out fine. If they didn’t spend any overly large amount of time beside each other perhaps? Maybe then, Sanggil could at least keep Ilhoon fairly close to himself without endangering him, like he had with everybody else.
They kept him occupied, these thoughts and made his focus drift off, until the younger male stepped into the kitchen as well and Sanggil snapped out of his own daze. It would be strange if he’d be found like this, thinking too much. So instead he moved with ease, began to prepare the coffee in the percolator without looking too much at what he was doing. Pretending to be careless when he really wasn’t. “ No one else to live with, people tend to dislike me you know?” He grinned as he turned to face Ilhoon, shifting before he pushed off of the flooring, to seat himself upon one of the counters while waiting. He barely had time to finish, though didn’t bother to yell as listening to what the younger had to say, nodding here and there. It surprised him a little, a few of hose words, sparked a bout of jealousy in his chest that he put out in less than three seconds. It wasn’t his place to feel such a thing. Never really had been, in his opinion. But it wasn’t like he had forgotten all of the emotions he had felt back then, the way his heart had acted so strangely around the other. Seemingly, it wasn’t about to stop either and it made his expression grow stern for a sliver of a second. “ You really missed me that badly?” He asked and the surprise in his voice was evident. because he had never in his life expected to be missed by someone he missed himself. “ That makes me oddly happy you know. ” He then said with a hum, looking away after that, glancing at the percolator for a moment, lips pursing.
“ You didn’t miss much, my life is still the same as always. Aside form a cracked skull, a few cracked ribs. Normal injuries I suppose.” He shrugged, as if what he said had meant nothing to him, which it in reality didn’t.
“ I’ve continued to be in the stupidest of ways. ”