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It is Thursday, 5 PM. Class has just ended and it is one of the rare days where Kim had no extra-curriculars after school, and Ali was going to make full use of it.
They had been talking for a while over text, after one of Rose's friends gave him Kim's number, and there might have been some developing feelings along the way. Just a bit.
And that's how Ali, esteemed Prince of Achu, finds himself gripping a heart plush while standing in front of a random lycée in Paris. Students walk outside little by little, but it's enough that Ali is immediately crowded at the entrance. His watch ticks impatiently, his feet bouncing to its rhythm.
And then he sees him.
The tall figure towering amongst the sea of people wasn't exactly hard to find, but it took a fair amount of fumbling around and exclamations of "sorry, didn't mean to," after he accidentally steps on toes to reach Kim.
Ali wipes off sweat on his forehead after the hasty dash, and faces his boyfriend. "Hi," he says, and ohmyGODthat'sreallyawkwardWHYDIDISAYTHAT. He ends up smashing the plush into Kim's torso, which is rock hard with ABS and Ali do not think about that right now—
Kim just laughs. Ali has never hated his boy more in his life. Those crinkles in his eyes when he smiles and shows his dimples really gets him, and it gets him bad. "Hello," Kim replies, "didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were working on a charity event right now?"
"Yeah, but it ended somewhat early and I had free time after it anyway. So now I'm here." Ali waves his hands, doing the "sparkle" thing Kim taught him a while back.
"You're here." Kim breathes, and grins as he examines the small red heart plush. He stretches out his arms to see it in all its glory, and quickly slams it into his face and rubs his cheek on it. "I love it," he comments, muffled with soft fabric. Ali is taken off-guard by the silly, intense, and fast action. He slightly chuckles, and when he can't take the silliness anymore, bursts out giggling.
They pause into silence for a few seconds as Kim enjoys the plush until he breaks it. "No, seriously. I love this gift. It's so soft." He gently stores it in his bag, maybe pushes it, a bit irritated, to squeeze it above his notebooks. He steps closer to Ali and pokes his face. "Like your cheeks."
Ali snickers. "Stop it," he says, but he doesn't actually do anything to make Kim stop it. The chatter of the students fades into the background, and all the two of them could hear were their giggles.
Kim's eyes light up, and raises his hand. "Hey, you know what would be great right now?"
Ali stops. "No, what is it?" is all he could get out before Kim's arms swoop under his and takes him up to his level. "Oh," Ali gasps, playfully wiggling his legs as he pretends to get out of Kim's grasp.
They lock eyes, Kim's glinting and Ali's smiling. Ali closes his eyes and savors the feeling of Kim's lips on him— on his nose, on his cheeks, and eventually, on his lips.