It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.
It’s more like…. more like…
Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.
“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.
Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”
“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”
Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.
Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”
He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”
“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”
Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”
#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”
“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”
“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”
“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”
Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”
“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”
Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”
“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”
“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”
Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”
“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”
Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”
The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”