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Sion is a certified sweet-tooth. He’d eat anything that's sweet. Recently, he's been getting into a certain type of candy. ‘White Rabbit’ reads its little wrapper. It's a milk candy that comes in hard and soft candy variants. Sion prefers the hard candy, but loves them both for its taste. It's sickeningly sweet, and when left in one's mouth for too long, it melts.
Ryo accompanies Sion to the grocery store after a bribe. “You wanna get stronger, right? Come with me, you're gonna be lifting a bunch of stuff.” Ryo perks up, intrigued but not sold yet on the offer. He raises an eyebrow at his hyung, prompting a sigh from the older. He knows that Sion knows how to bribe him properly. “Yes, I'm gonna buy you lunch too. Now get dressed.” Ryo gives him a triumphant look and makes his way to his own dorm room down the hall. Free food is free food, Ryo thinks.
At the grocery store, their cart is only half full with the usual staples - several cuts of meat, some cooking oil, a jug of milk, and lots of snacks. The other half is filled with bags upon bags of White Rabbit. Ryo is visibly horrified. So many questions come to mind as he watches his hyung shove bag after bag into their cart. Why does he need so much of this specific candy? What could Oh Sion possibly be up to for him to need 24 (and counting) bags of White Rabbit? Where is he getting the money to do this, too?
“Hyung, I think you’re addicted to this candy…” Ryo says, voice not louder than a whisper. Unfazed, Sion answers him as he continues to stuff their cart with the bags. “I’m not an addict, silly. These candies are just really good.” It rolls off his tongue instantly, as if he rehearsed this specifically for this moment. “Oh, do me a favor and get another cart. I’m not sure this will all fit here.” He continues, his focus not shifting from the candies. Ryo shakes his head in disbelief.
When Ryo comes back with another shopping cart, it is not too long until Sion has left that particular portion of the candy aisle spotless. What used to be a newly furbished display of white rabbit is now a bald-spot at the grocery store. Several passers-by briefly stare at their predicament. At the counter, the monitor at the cash register indicates Sion has bought 127 bags of this candy. Ryo is, once again, left in shock. Too shocked to even register the reference.
The cashier tries to make small talk as the bagger puts all the candy bags into a separate box. “What's with the candies?” She asks. “Nothing, a friend of mine just really likes them.” Sion replies, ever so swift. Ryo facepalms.
Back at his dorm, Sion has neatly arranged all his groceries. Yes, even the 126 bags of White Rabbit are in their own box in one corner of the kitchen. The 127th bag has already been opened, half-emptied to be put on a dish Sion keeps on his desk. He’s 3 candies in when he hears a knock on his door.
It's his Yushi. His best friend, the love of his life. He tries to conceal his nervousness when he opens his door to an angel. The younger rubs his eyes as his blonde hair sticks out everywhere - evidence that he had just woken up from a nap. His shirt is wrinkled and hangs loose enough for his collarbone to be visible. Sion is staring, but Yushi doesn't seem to notice. Sion snaps back to reality once Yushi speaks.
“Thanks for the notes, dude. I wish we had the same professor. At least yours actually has classes and sends their material.” Yushi hands him a small stack of papers. All still pristine and without folds - as if they weren't even used at all. But Sion spots some annotations that weren't there before. Sion feels special. Yushi is known to furiously scribble in textbooks and write swears as he annotates. For him to give back his notes as neat as they are feels like winning the lottery.
‘Hey, back to bro mode please. He's still right in front of you.’ Says Sion’s inner monologue. He blinks rapidly, a futile attempt to ground him to reality.
“It's no problem dude. I'll see you around.” He responds to Yushi flatly. Yushi hums. Sion extends his hand slightly and they dap each other up. As Yushi moves closer though, he notices something. A familiar scent hits his nose, and he knows it's definitely coming from Yushi. A sweet, milky scent. Sion freezes mid-dap. Luckily, Yushi was too sleepy to notice. They break apart and Yushi starts walking back to his dorm room. But Sion is still standing there - still processing the fact that his friend smelled so good. Has he always smelled like that? Is Sion going insane?
Like clockwork, he closes the door behind him and sits down at his desk. He stares at the papers Yushi handed back earlier. He takes them, brings them closer to his face, and smells them. The same damn scent. Sion puts the papers back on the desk and starts pacing around his room. Why do the papers smell like him, too? Out of habit, he takes a White Rabbit from his desk dish and unfurls its packaging, throwing the wrapper on back on his desk. He pops one in his mouth as he paces around the room.
Sion is now sure he's going insane. He can't explain why his best friend smells so good. Is he trying out a new perfume? Or perhaps a new body wash? Even then, why did his notes smell like him, too? Did he perhaps rub his arm onto the paper as he was putting on lotion? God, Sion wanted to be that paper so fucking bad.
Sion’s inner conflict is put on display by his body. He stops pacing around and sits on his bed. His eye starts to twitch and he starts fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. The scent of his best friend lingers even if it was only for a brief moment. It's all he can think about right now - and it's driving Sion nuts.
Hours later, the ghost of Yushi's fragrance haunts Sion. As he lays in bed, he reaches for his pillow and cuddles it as he closes his eyes. “I hope I dream of him” he thinks, as he sinks further into sleep.
The sweet, milky scent is back now. It seems to be even stronger now than earlier. Yushi is asleep in Sion’s arms - his back facing him. Sion doesn't even need to roll him over to know that he looks gorgeous when he sleeps. His long, pretty eyelashes on eyelids shut tight. His cute dumpling cheeks squished as they are pressed against the pillow. A small noise that escapes him every now and then - he’s having a dream, Sion thinks. All of this is beautiful. All of Yushi is beautiful. He buries his face into his shoulder. Out of instinct, he inhales deeply - another attempt to satiate his hunger. He breathes him in as if he's gonna disappear. But, miraculously, as loud as Sion is in his attempts to inhale his best friend, Yushi is still in deep sleep. After a while of sniffing, Sion feels dizzy. Taking in his scent isn't enough, he needs to eat him.
Sion breaks apart from Yushi’s back and opens his eyes. He wants to properly appreciate the food in front of him before he swallows him whole. This is how he says grace before devouring his beloved. Yushi's breathing is steady - he is still somehow asleep even after Sion’s obscenely loud sniffing session. His back, like every part of him, is beautiful. From his broad shoulders to his slim waist to every visible muscle illuminated by dim moonlight. He runs a hand from the back of Yushi's neck to down his spine, feeling every bump and dip on his expanse of skin.
It's akin to the feeling of opening a new notebook. The smell of the fresh paper and admiring the feeling of its smooth pages. But there will come a time where a pen shall meet that blank page. That ink shall spill out all of the writer's desires onto that unsuspecting page. Something once blank and innocent now decorated with messy scratches and raw vulnerability.
Sion can't take it anymore. He slowly meets Yushi's back once more, this time with his mouth leading the way. He starts with a chaste peck on the crook of his neck. A familiar taste greets his mouth. ‘So good..’ he mumbles. He then plants another kiss on his shoulder. Then another atop his back. After a few more, he starts to suck on Yushi’s skin - now eliciting small whimpers from the younger. He's definitely awake now, Sion thinks. As he nibbles on the younger's skin the familiar taste lingers in his mouth. It’s sweet. He peppers the younger with kisses and Yushi arches his back out of reflex - Sion’s little bites are starting to tickle. Due to their proximity, Yushi’s ass rubs against Sion’s crotch. Just another thing to contribute to Sion’s growing problem in his sweatpants. Sion groans against his back, refusing to detach his mouth. The taste makes him so addicted. He goes back to spots he sucked on just to lick them.
Yushi twitches with every kiss, lick, and suck of Sion’s mouth. It was bad enough that Sion had insisted on letting him sleep half-naked. Now he was making a mess of Yushi’s back - leaving traces of his saliva and imprints of his teeth. Yushi tries to muffle his own noises by putting his hand on his mouth, but nothing seemed to be louder than the gross, wet noises Sion was making on his back. By the end of it, Sion is panting as if he ran a marathon. His face and ears bright red and his whole being sheen with sweat.
But as Sion’s eyes flutter open, His Yushi is gone, and in his place was his pillow from last night. He didn’t even have time to appreciate his own fucked-up work of art. All of the bite marks, scratches, and lines of saliva on his back - it all just disappeared, right before his eyes.