but my man siwoo needs to stop the denial, accept his feelings and talk to suha about how he turned suha's abusive ex into a bottom who cannot get it up like do-hyeok's life as a top is so over lmao

i wonder how suha will take the fact tho

I GOT THE PLOT DODJJSJSJAJA DO-HYEOK'S CHARACTER ARC HOLY FUCK THE MAN GOT TREATED HOW HE TREATED SUHA AND MORE BITCH WAS TRAUMATIZED AND I AM SO SEATED

i think he got a lil bit more fucked up with siwoo decided to reject him and i say deserve!!

- END -

"...maybe first, we can stand up and walk to the hotel? you will need to get out of those clothes and shower or else you'll get sick."

"my cute little junior is so eager, huh?"

"kaveh."

"i know, i know! i was just trying not to cry!"

"you can cry all you want later, fiancé."

"no, no. i will make up for this. you did so much effort."
kaveh gingerly took the ring from the box and wore it on his left ring finger. "it's beautiful, haitham. i cannot, i just..."

"shh," haitham pressed a kiss against kaveh's temple. "we have the rest of our lives now..."

"okay, then. will you marry me now?"

kaveh jumped at haitham, wrapping his arms around his neck. "yes, yes, yes! of course i will. i am sorry i got scared. i am sorry i ruined your plans. how do i make up for it, habibi?"

"you already did. all i needed was your 'yes', kaveh."

when kaveh said nothing, his eyes captivated by the ring, haitham took his hand.

"you're not broken. your brain lies to you sometimes and that's okay. i will be here to prove those lies. you just have to trust me. is that okay?"

kaveh tried to held back his tears as he nodded.

"but," haitham continued. "who knew it will be like this? i am satisfied though, because in the end, it's you who's still with me. the only right factor in any equation."

"haitham, i don't know what to say."

"i think you do, senior. it was a question perfectly answerable."

"...to propose to you. yes, that's right. xilonen is a blacksmith in natlan. i had her forge the rings for us."

alhaitham took the small box from his pocket and placed it in the middle of kaveh's palm, letting him open it.

"i also thought of how this will go. over and over."

a small smile was on kaveh's lips when the whole hour of haitham's recording finished playing.

haitham reached out to wipe the half-dried tears from kaveh's cheeck. "so. can i talk to you now?"

kaveh sniffled, "all that weird secretive energy... was because you're prepping..."

so, for the next hour, kaveh was subjected to the cheesiest attempts at a proposal.

at one point, kaveh's tears stopped. he chuckled at haitham's line about, "being very willing to pick up all of kaveh's hair from the floor even if they're 90 and his joints scream in pain."

alhaitham took a deep breath. he called mehrak.

kaveh frowned as the toolbox materialized and went over to the scribe.

"mehrak, can you please play the recording for me? it's embarrassing but if this clears up any thought in kaveh's silly brain then i guess i can endure it."

"you're keeping things from me. perhaps you're just tolerating me. i notice all the letters and parcels from natlan you keep out of my sight. who even is xilonen? am i getting replaced in your life now? what even is happening?? and i..." kaveh sobbed, "i feel alone, haitham."

"who would even want to stay in a relationship with me?"

"kaveh. did someone say anything to you that led you to think this way?"

"i don't need to! i notice things! you're barely home. and when you do, you're writing or doing some stuff. you don't even rant about work anymore."

"aren't we meeting up tonight so you can break up with me? i know im not the best partner. im too hard on myself and i refuse help. i feel guilty and i feel like a charity case when you dote on me.

hell, sometimes my brain says you hate me and the affection is fake! im broken."