GTao <3

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It hadn't even been a week since their tryst on the rooftop and Zitao was still a little apprehensive about the new territory he and Jiyong were getting into. He desperately wanted more, yet he'd been burned so many times by now that something deep down in him had changed; He wasn't so naive and so quick to get caught up in whirlwinds of dreams anymore. He was still hopeful, but it was with more caution than before and he was taking this one step at a time. He wasn't blind to all the problems and pitfalls in their way, but still... He couldn't deny that he felt like their connection had deepened since that night. It was really nice, and that was part of what scared him. The other night they'd even talked a little about getting matching tattoos, and only been half joking. It felt like they belonged to each other a little bit more, and neither of them could take it back.

Tonight, Zitao had only been out getting groceries (if multipacks of ramen, steamed Chinese dumplings from a street vendor, tobacco, and beer could be considered groceries), and had one of the held between his lips as he fished his key out his pocket to open the door to the flat and kick it closed behind him, before bypassing the tiny kitchen area towards the beaten up old sofa.