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“Anthony, can you even see me?” Hanbon teased, ruffling his hair. “Your hair is so long!”
“Ugh. Leave me alone about it.”
“Where’s Coy?” Will glanced around the kitchen. “He hasn’t been out of his room yet.”
“I actually don’t know. Anthony, do you know if he’s alright?” Hanbon pushed Anthony and he shook his head.
“Nope. No idea.”
“You’re so rude. Go check on him!” Hanbon rolled her eyes and nudged him towards the stairs.
“Ugh. Why me? Why not, like, Will or you?”
“Will is eating breakfast.”
“Okay? Why not you? Why can’t you go?”
“I’m gonna eat Will’s breakfast.”
“You’re joking.”
“Dead serious.”
“Why are you guys eating breakfast so late?”
“Ask Coy why he’s sleeping in so late and I’ll answer that question.”
Anthony gave Hanbon an exasperated look and turned to the stairs. “I’ll be back with Coy.”
“You better.”
Anthony walked up the stairs and knocked on Coy’s door. He stood there for a couple seconds before opening the door.
Anthony’s voice was softer when he called for him. “Coy? Are you awake?”
“Mm.” Coy buried his face into the nearest pillow.
“Uhm. I just wanted to check on you? Because Hanbon and Will were saying how you’ve been asleep. And it’s twelve already.”
“Go away…” Coy was wearing a hoodie. No. He was wearing Anthony’s hoodie. And he moved his arm over his face.
“Is that my hoodie?! Where did you—“
Coy groaned. “Anthony.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Anthony scoffed and walked closer to Coy’s bed. “Hey, wake up. It’s already twelve.”
“I don’t wanna…”
“You have to, though.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Coy. Come eat breakfast.” Anthony sat on the edge of Coy’s bed.
“I’m hungry but I don’t want to go downstairs.”
“Why?”
“I’m just tired.”
“Are you okay?”
“Can you bring me breakfast?” Coy looked up at Anthony. “Why is your hair so long? You need a haircut.”
“No, I don’t know, and that’s what Hanbon said.”
“Well, she’s right.”
“You guys are so rude. Come down and eat breakfast.”
“Fine. Help me up.”
Anthony held out a hand and pulled him up. Coy stumbled slightly and fell into Anthony.
“Oh— Sorry!” Coy stepped back and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.
Anthony placed his hands on Coy shoulders to steady him.
They stood there for a couple seconds, just staring at each other.
…
“So!”
That broke both of them out of their wide-eyed state. Anthony moved away and chuckled.
“They made bacon and scrambled eggs.”
Coy blushed and nodded. “Average breakfast.” Why was he blushing? It wasn’t even anything worth blushing about. Whatever.
“Yeah.”
They both walked down the stairs and Coy’s face still had some color. He tried to hide it but almost tripped because he wasn’t watching where he was going.
“Hey, watch where you’re walking.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
Hanbon waved to Coy and looked between the two. “Are you good, Coy?”
“Yeah! Yeah, totally fine.”
Anthony looked to side and walked away.
“Why are you wearing Anthony’s hoodie?”
“I found it in my room, and I put it on to sleep.”
“Why was it in your room?”
“Dunno.”
“Hm.”
“What? Why are you making that face?”
“Nothing!” Hanbon crossed her arms and led Coy to the kitchen. “Just… interesting you’re sleeping in. Especially in Anthony’s hoodie.”
“What? No—“
“I’m not judging.”
“Uhm. I mean…”
“You guys are—?”
“No! No, Anthony wouldn’t.”
“But you would.”
Coy grabbed himself a plate of food and sat down. “Morning, guys.”
Will glanced over to Hanbon and greeted Coy. He then turned to Anthony. “Dude, you need to cut your hair. It’s, like, getting to a point.”
Coy took a big bite of his food and began watching the interaction.
“If you guys want me to cut my hair, one of y’all is gonna have to cut it for me.”
“Not it!” Will touched his finger to his nose.
Hanbon did the same. “Not me!”
Coy was mid-bite, and had his mouth stuffed with food. “Mm?"
Anthony looked over to Coy and laughed. “You’re gonna cut my hair?”
He finished his bite and put his fork down. “Unwillingly, I guess.”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re the best person to choose.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“Didn’t you, like, cut your hair in that one video? The car wash one?”
Coy glanced down at his plate and nodded. “You watched that?”
“I— It just came up on my feed randomly.”
Coy blushed again.
Hanbon quickly stood up and pushed the chair back. “I have to go get groceries! Oh my gosh, I totally forgot.” She glanced over to Will.
“Oh! I have to go get my girlfriend flowers. We have a date tonight, y’know?”
“Uhm. Yeah. Totally.” Coy muttered, looking at Anthony. Maybe he was wishing he didn’t have anything to do today. Or maybe he didn’t want to be alone with him. Maybe—
Anthony shifted in his chair and nervously laughed. “Why’d they leave so quickly?”
“Dunno.”
Coy kept eating his breakfast. Anthony was on his phone, probably watching a video on something stupid. Anthony was waiting for him to finish eating.
When Coy was done, he stood up and put his plate in the sink. Anthony looked up from his phone and let out a breath.
“Could… you cut my hair for me?”
“Sure. In the bathroom?”
“Yeah.” Anthony stood up and walked towards the bigger bathroom they had. He grabbed a chair on the way there and sat in it.
Coy followed and grabbed scissors, specifically for hair. “Okay, sit and be still. Do you want it just shorter or a different cut altogether?”
“Just shorter.”
“Mm.” Coy softly brushed his fingers against Anthony’s neck. “Tilt your head up.”
Anthony listened, feeling Coy mess with his hair before finally cutting it. It was pretty silent, save for the small sound of scissors and their breaths.
“Down.”
Anthony tilted his head down. Fuck. Coy softly sighed and the breath hit the back of Anthony’s neck.
Coy opened his mouth to say something, but decided otherwise. He placed his hand on the side of Anthony’s neck.
“Your hands are cold.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Coy so desperately wanted to see Anthony’s face.
Now the only noise was the scissors snipping. The air got more tense, and Coy moved his hand to Anthony’s shirt, not grabbing onto it but simply had his hand splayed out on Anthony’s shoulder. They both let out a breath at the same time.
“Anthony—“
“Hey, Coy—“
“You can go first.” Coy said. “Tilt your head… Okay, there.”
“Uh— Well—“ Anthony didn’t even know what he was originally gonna say. “Never mind, I… I forgot.”
“Mm.”
“What were you gonna say?”
“Oh— nothing.”
“Okay.” Anthony let out a breath and shifted in his seat. “Are you gonna cut the front?”
“Maybe. Did you want me to?”
“Could you?”
“Yeah.” Coy moved over so that way he was able to cut the front easier. Their faces were close to each other. Like really close. Coy’s breaths got shallower as he moved closer to Anthony’s face.
The sound of the snipping scissors grew more prominent as Anthony got quieter. Anthony was actually being really quiet. Coy looked down to check on him and made direct eye contact. What the fuck. Anthony was watching everything Coy was doing, not in a weird way but in an observant way. It was kind of romantic, in a way. Not that Anthony would think about it like that. No, Anthony wouldn’t admit that.
A couple of seconds like that and Anthony was ready to fold. Fuck. Coy was so focused on cutting his hair. Anthony quickly looked away when Coy glanced down at him. Oh. He needed to be less obvious about watching Coy.
Coy abruptly moved and began fluffing up Anthony’s hair.
“There. We should be done.”
“Okay.”
“Is that good?” Coy moved out of Anthony’s face so he could see the mirror.
“Mhm. Thanks, Coy.”
“No problem.”
“Are you hungry? I’ll order you food as compensation.”
“Yeah, kinda. We just ate breakfast, though.”
“That was at twelve. It’s already three.”
“We took that long?!”
“I guess so.”
“Just get me whatever, I’m not picky.”
“Okay. I’m gonna order the food and then clean the hair up. I’ll call you when the food’s here.”
“Mk.”
Coy walked out of the bathroom to his room. Anthony went to go get a broom from the goffice.
Once Anthony got back to the bathroom, he put the broom down and got his phone.
Anthony: *Attachment: One Photo*
Anthony: is this good?
Anthony: like, do you want it?
Coy: yeah actually that’s my favorite
Anthony: i knew it
Anthony: i lowkey forgot and i was stressing
Coy: lol
Coy: ok lmk when it gets here
Anthony: okay
Coy just kept staring at his phone. He needed to find a way to keep the conversation going.
Coy: eta on the food?
Anthony: 20 minutes
Coy: ok thx bb
Anthony: you’re so dumb
Coy: sure sure
He fully put his phone down and let his head fall back. Did Anthony think about him like he did? No. Probably not. What the fuck?
Why did he care so much about Anthony? It’s not even like they would flirt often. Maybe it was his face. Yeah, probably his face. And his eyes. Oh lord, his eyes. They were so blue. The specific type of blue you can look into the sky and think of him. Not that he did that. Often.
Coy sat there for almost 15 minutes, just thinking.
“About Anthony.” Coy quietly whispered to himself.
Apparently, thinking of him summoned him, because his phone buzzed.
Anthony: foods here
Coy: ok coming down now
Anthony: okay
He quickly hopped off his bed and opened the door to his room. Once he got downstairs, he quickly sat down and watched Anthony slid his food to him.
“Thanks.”
“Mhm.”
Coy opened the food and grabbed a fork. He began eating and soon Anthony sat next to him.
They ate in silence until the door opened with Hanbon and Will talking quietly.
Will didn’t have flowers and Hanbon didn’t have any groceries.
“Hey, did you get any for us?” Hanbon asked, looking around the kitchen.
Anthony shook his head. “No. I thought you were getting groceries. We need them.”
“Yeah, about that,” Hanbon looked at Will then back at the two. “I need someone to help me get them.”
“And Will?” Coy said, raising his eyebrows.
“What about me?”
“I thought you were gonna be with your girlfriend.”
“Oh yeah.” Will thought for a couple seconds. “She canceled.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
…
“So.” Hanbon sheepishly said, smiling awkwardly.
Coy looked down at his food and began eating again. Anthony did the same and ignored Hanbon and Will.
Hanbon sighed and turned to Will.
“Can you order food? Please and thank you.”
“Okay. Text me your order.”
“Okay.”
Coy glanced at Anthony and took the glass of water he got for himself. Coy drank the water and Anthony just stared at him.
Typically, Anthony would protest and tell him to get his own. But no, he just watched Coy.
Maybe he felt it too.