“Taeillie…”

“Doie.” Dongyoung sighed. He wasn't going to win that argument. Taeil giggled and Dongyoung smiled while shaking his head.

“Anyways… Before I move, I've planned something for you. Or more like, something for us.”

The younger felt sparklers inside his stomach when Taeil addressed them as us. He wanted to ask, respond, but he was just blank. Taeil continued, nonetheless.

“Please come to the top floor's lawn area tomorrow by the evening. Would you? Doyoung?”

Dongyoung gulped as his temperature went a little high. “Is there something, anything-”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, I would come.” Dongyoung repeated assuring the elder male. He could imagine Taeil smiling in satisfaction....