vanilla and spice
Title: Vanilla and Spice
Pairing: Himchan/Daehyun, bff!Banghim, hinted!Jonglo
Rating: PG-13
Length: 7100+ words
Summary: College!AU. Himchan is a dick, Daehyun is unlucky, but maybes and what-ifs are sometimes all it takes. With a little help from Bang Yongguk, Yoo Youngjae, and hormonal teenagers.
They hated each other. From the first time they met, Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun completely and utterly despised each other.
*
The first time he saw Jung Daehyun, Himchan was sitting in the coffee shop near campus, sipping on his Iced Americano and revising the notes from yesterday's class (that was a lie, he was reading the latest issue of Vogue on "Summer Trends For Male Shoes") with Yongguk sitting by his side, his bestfriend of ages currently swirling the foam on top of his cappuccino with a spoon, and bringing it up to his lips to lick it off. Himchan had always found it gross, but Yongguk kept insisting that the creamy foam on top was the best part of a cappuccino, and Himchan couldn't understand. Whatever.
"Don't buy sandals," Himchan said, side eyeing his friend, who looked up at him with a confused expression.
"What?"
"No sandals," Himchan repeated. "Just listen to me for once." He slurped the last bits of coffee on the bottom of the plastic cup and exhaled happily. He was ready and pumped for his lecture. Yongguk was still staring at him like he had two heads, but that was what he always did, anyway.
"Stop ogling and finish your drink. We're gonna be late," Himchan muttered around his straw, poking Yongguk with his foot under the table.
"I'm not ogling," Yongguk grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing in that way they always did when he was confused, or irritated. He did what Himchan told him, gulping down the hot caffeinated drink and shaking his head at Himchan, who stuck out his tongue at him.
Bickering was another part of their morning routine. They wouldn't be Himchan and Yongguk if they weren't constantly annoying and teasing one another, and their other friends learned that that was just the way they were. There was no point in trying to change them. (because in the end, they knew the two cared about each other like none of them could imagine, and it had been this way for years. Himchan and Yongguk were simply inseparable.)
Just as they stood up and gathered their belongings, the bell on top of the shop's front door chimed. Himchan turned his head to the sound and caught a quick glimpse of a guy stepping inside, before looking back at the table to grab his phone and wallet. He frowned.
"Wait," Himchan mumbled, thinking out loud. He turned around to take a better look at the guy, because he was sure he had never seen that face before, and he knew pretty much everyone around campus. What?
"There he goes again," Himchan heard Yongguk say, but he shut him out in favor of staring at the new guy, whose back was facing him. He was tanned. Too tanned for the white-to-zombie skin tone of Seoul inhabitants, Himchan mused. So, either he was a foreigner, or he came from beach. Himchan squinted. His hair looked pretty nice, a bunch of long chocolate brown strands falling at his nape and on the sides of his face. The guy also had a nice body, the tight beige cardigan fitting in all the right places, stretching over broad shoulders, a plain black shoulder-strap resting on his right hip. Himchan was starting to get a warning feeling in his gut, that was interrupted by Yongguk grabbing him by the arm and literally dragging him out of the place.
"You're doing that creepy thing again, I don't want anyone to get hurt. We're late," Yongguk rambled, Himchan struggling to get out of his grip.
"I have that feeling. Let me be, let me have my feelings," Himchan whined, finally freeing himself from Yongguk and going back to stare at the man of interest, who was currently chatting with the cashier. Himchan squinted again (curse his bad eyesight), and gasped when he finally got around to see his face. Warm dark eyes and straight nose, thick lips stretching over two rows of perfect white teeth when the guy smiled at the cashier girl as he paid, his puffy eyes turned into crescents, cute wrinkles on the sides of his mouth- cute? Ugly, ugly wrinkles all over his stupid face.
Yongguk saw the look on Himchan's face, eyebrows quirked and lips pursed and pushed him away. Everyone in the coffee shop, including the new guy, turned to stare at them as Himchan squealed and flailed, but Yongguk managed to get him outside, bowing and smiling apologetically at the customers on the way. Ever polite. Once out of the place, Himchan punched him in the arm and huffed.
"Rude."
"Psycho."
"I wasn't doing anything!" Himchan yelled, pouting at Yongguk, who was once again pushing him forward, a hand on his lower back and a sigh leaving his lips.
"You were scanning that poor guy. You always do that to new students, and you looked like you were about to puke on his face, Channie," Yongguk said, finishing with (another? Yongguk sure sighed a lot,) a dramatic sigh.
"Fine." Himchan said. "I had my reasons to look like that. I don't like that guy." Himchan huffed, adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder.
"You don't like that guy."
"I don't like that guy. Are we done repeating ourselves? We are late, Bang Yongguk," Himchan chirped, intentionally ignoring the deadpan look Yongguk was giving him. He smiled and linked his arm with him instead, hopping down the road that lead to their department building. All the while, Yongguk kept giving him his "I can't believe I've been bestfriend with this person for half of my life" signature look.
"You sigh a lot, did you know?"
*
Fate wanted that Himchan and the new guy met again, that morning. Himchan was sitting in his usual spot in the far back of the class, because he liked sleeping, and slacking off, and maybe Kim Himchan wasn't the top student, but by doing close to nothing he always managed to achieve more than average scores.
("That's because I am a genius," he had repeated over and over again to Yongguk, who, instead, ranked #1 in any subject, or test, or project, or whatever you could top in in college. "You are just an idiot," Yongguk had always said.)
Himchan was playing Candy Crush on his phone, his feet propped up on the empty chair next to his. The room was starting to get filled by the sound of student's chatter and the soft stomping of feet, chairs scratching the ground obnoxiously, but Himchan was in desperate need of a Striped + Packed candy combo to crush, and it was not an easy task. His focus on the game was interrupted by a shadow that he caught from the corner of his eye. Someone was standing in front of him. Himchan pursed his lips and decided to ignore it, cursing the multicolored candies under his breath. That is, until the shadow cleared its throat. Himchan sighed (was he taking it from Yongguk?) and rolled his eyes, locking his phone to face the source of his annoyance.
Himchan almost fell from his chair. It was him. Big lips, tight cardigan, tanned skin boy from the coffee shop. He was staring at Himchan with an embarrassed smile, his big eyes shifting from the very constipated-looking guy in front of him to the desk on his right.
"Hi," he started, clearing his throat again. His voice was smooth, Himchan noticed. Smooth. "I'm Jung Daehyun. This is my first day here," he said, smiling at Himchan, who didn't smile back. Daehyun gulped, fidgeting with his hands until he pointed at the empty chair Himchan was currently occupying with his feet. "Is this place free?"
Himchan narrowed his eyes at him, slowly taking his feet off the chair. He kept staring silently at Daehyun as he moved in his seat. Those eyes were scary, Daehyun thought. The man looked like a blind kitten, but a blind kitten that was going to chop his limbs off. He had goosebumps.
Himchan saw the bright smile falter, and smirked. He grabbed his bag from the ground and slammed it on the chair next to him, making Daehyun jump in surprise.
"This place is occupied," Himchan said, smiling up at Daehyun in the most sugar-coated, sickly sweet, curl of lips he could muster up. "I'm sorry."
Daehyun genuinely looked like a scared puppy. Himchan almost wanted to pet his head. He looked at Himchan with round eyes and blinked, twice, at Himchan's unfaltering grin before turning around and slowly making his way to the front rows, looking back a couple of times. In the end he settled down somewhere in the middle rows, and Himchan laughed to himself, unlocking his phone and sending a quick message to Yongguk.
*
[10:06] To: Bbang ♡
himchan 1 - new guy 0. V~
*
During lunch time, Himchan was sitting in the school yard with Youngjae, talking about this and that, he wasn't really paying attention. He paid attention, though, when a shadowed figure walked up in front of him. A figure that reminded him a lot of his bestfriend's.
"What did you do?" Yongguk glowered.
"Nice to see you too, Bbang," Himchan beamed at his friend, who deadpanned, in turn. Himchan pouted.
"Come on, don't act all serious." Himchan whined. "I just... tested the waters."
"Is the poor guy still in one piece?"
"Of course he is," Himchan scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest. Yongguk shook his head and sat down next to him on the small brick wall they decided to make their place time ago, taking out his lunch. Short after, both of them noticed Youngjae staring up at them from where he was sitting on the grass, his eyebrows raised, a potato chip hanging off his mouth.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" the youngest of the three asked, chewing on his snack.
"Don't speak with your mouth full," Yongguk scolded, earning a snort from Himchan and an eyeroll from Youngjae. "Himchan is just scaring this new guy off, for no reason at all" he said, taking a small bite of his sandwich.
"Ah," Youngjae said, nodding his head. "Again?"
Himchan made a little irritated noise. "He just wanted to sit next to me. I told him to fuck off. Gently, I even smiled at him."
"Why do you do it, hyung?" Youngjae asked, standing up from the grass and brushing the back of his pants. "I don't get it."
"He's just threatened by his beauty. He's scared to be dethroned," Yongguk said. Himchan gasped, kicking him in the shin.
"Bang Yongguk," Himchan said. "What would your mother think of the bullshit leaving your mouth?" Himchan clutched his chest and shook his head. Youngjae plopped himself next to Himchan and joined the mockery, resting his chin on Himchan's shoulder and pointing his finger at Yongguk dramatically.
"It's like that, though!" Yongguk raised his voice (Yongguk never quite yelled). "The new guy is hot, and you don't like him because he might get more ass than you do."
"Burn, Himchan-hyung," Youngjae hissed in Himchan's ear. Himchan whined, shaking Youngjae off. He hopped off the wall, stretched his back and stood in front of Yongguk.
"I'm not threatened, and I don't care about how much ass Jung Daehyun, or anyone else, gets," Himchan announced, grabbing his bag and turning on his heels. "I just don't like him. He can suck my dick."
"So that's the reason! You want him to suck your dick," Youngjae said, laughing maniacally, and even Yongguk had to suppress a chuckle. Himchan flipped them both off.
*
Fate, apparently, also wanted that in the months following Himchan and Daehyun's unlucky encounter, Youngjae and Daehyun grew to be the bestest of friends.
Fate was a bitch.
It was ridiculous, Himchan thought, how quickly the two became fucking glued by the hips. They were annoyingly close, obnoxious, and always together. Eating together, going to lesson together, studying together, spending their free time together. Hell, Himchan wouldn't be surprised if they even took pisses together. He briefly wondered if he and Yongguk also looked so disgustingly attached.
“People say we look like a married couple,” Yongguk had told him one day, sitting on the couch in his dorm room with Himchan's head in his lap, the pretty man glaring at Daehyun and Youngjae playing videogames across the room. “We are worse than them.”
“Shut up,” he'd groaned, turning his head to poke Yongguk's leg with his nose. “And get out of my mind. You're creepy.”
Because Youngjae was Himchan and Yongguk's friend, it was inevitable that Daehyun would stick with their group. That didn't make it any easier, though. Not with Himchan constantly trying to set him on fire with his glares, and Daehyun helplessly trying to avoid his gaze. Conversation, for most part, consisted of Youngjae and Daehyun talking about a topic, Yongguk casually butting in, and Himchan either silently staring at the Busan boy -they'd learned that Daehyun came from Busan, that he'd moved to Seoul to study, that he could sing, but music was second to his one true passion, food. The guy was a bottomless pit-, or throwing in a comment that made the whole group freeze and stare at him uncomfortably.
So, maybe Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun didn't completely and utterly despise each other. Most of it was Himchan. Or rather, all of it was Himchan.
And Daehyun had no clue what to do about it, he didn't even understand why Himchan wanted his head on a plate so much.
"Why does Himchan-hyung hate me?" Daehyun had asked Youngjae one day, after yet another lunch hour spent trying to ignore the small eyes boring holes in his forehead.
"He doesn't hate you," Youngjae had answered, shrugging.
Daehyun's eyes had almost jumped out of their sockets. "He doesn't hate me? Are you crazy? He hates me since the the first he saw me!" He'd yelled, his voice raising on its own accord. "I wanted to run when you'd introduced me to your friends, and one of them was that scary guy from my first day. I still get shivers when I think about his eyes..." Daehyun had whispered the last part, shaking his head and shoulders as if hit by a cold breeze. "What did I even do to him?"
Youngjae had sighed. "Nothing, you did nothing," he'd said, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Himchan-hyung, he's a bit..." Youngjae had trailed off, furrowing his brows in thought. "Possessive. Let's say. What's his is his, and he doesn't like change. You are not the first one, he does that to most new students. He's like a feline mom you know?" He'd said, bumping his hip with Daehyun's. "Marking the territory. No, wait, that's probably the male..." He'd trailed off again. "Anyway, he is just scared of you. He'll get around you, eventually."
"Ah..." Daehyun had said, nodding his head slowly. "That makes sense."
"Really?" Youngjae had grinned, surprised.
"No."
*
As unbelievable as it could sound, Himchan's life didn't revolve 360 degrees around Bang Yongguk. He had many other close friends who he liked to hang out with. Most of the times he would simply be too lazy to pick them before Yongguk. A bestfriend was comfy. Tonight was one of those rare Friday nights that wouldn't be spent together, Jongup had invited Himchan to karaoke with a group of friends, and Yongguk took the opportunity to call up his brother, Yongnam, for a couple of drinks.
Himchan was sitting on Yongguk's bed (he lived more in Yongguk's room than his own,) waiting for the other to get ready. He himself was already dressed up in his best pair of tight black pants, a white v-neck and jeans jacket, new Vans on his feet and light brown hair styled up. Yongguk came out of the bathroom after fifteen minutes, in black jeans and a white bottom up, looking super fine, in Himchan's modest opinion, and was currently rummaging in his closet for a snapback.
"You look classy for once," Himchan nagged, hopping off the bed and snatching the hat out of Yongguk's hands, earning a small glare. "No Yolo hats on you tonight, sir. Let's go." Yongguk sighed but followed him, grabbing his stuff, and Himchan waited for him to tie his shoes by the front door. They walked to the driveway, where Yongnam was waiting up in his car, and Himchan waved at the twin brother before surprising Yongguk in a hug.
"Don't get too shitfaced," Himchan said, smelling his friend's cologne. "Mh-h, you smell nice."
"Don't smell me," Yongguk whined, failing to shrug Himchan off and (secretly, not so) reluctantly wrapping his arms around his friend's waist. "And you're the one who always ends up drunk. I should be the one talking."
Himchan sighed, pushing Yongguk away. "I'll be just fine," he said, smiling at Yongguk, who rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back a gummy grin of his own. At least until Himchan turned his face to the left, patting his right cheek with his index finger. "Gimme a kiss."
"See," Yongguk sputtered, making a face at his friend. "This is why people think we are a couple. You are a weirdo," he said, starting to walk away from Himchan.
"You are just no fun!" Himchan yelled after him. "Have a nice time, Bbang. I will miss you."
"Same, Channie," he heard Yongguk say, clear laughter in his voice.
*
Himchan was sitting on the black leather couch in the small karaoke room, feeling quite bored. He didn't know anyone in the group except for Jongup, and the younger was currently engaged in a rap duet with a guy definitely too tall to be in high school. They looked kinda cute together, actually. And the silly way they laughed at each other's mistakes, looking in each other's eyes... Himchan smelled something. It was probably the alcohol sitting in front of him, untouched. He didn't like to drink alone. He got busy fiddling with his jacket until Jongup startled him, jumping on the couch next to him.
"Hyung what are you doing all alone?" Jongup asked, shaking Himchan by the arm. "It's karaoke, sing! You can make some friends too."
Himchan laughed. "You'd rather not hear me sing, Jongup-ah. And I'm older than everyone here. Are all these people still in high school?"
Jongup looked around, humming a bit. "Uh, yes," he said, looking back at Himchan with a small apologetic smile.
"I'm too old for them," Himchan chuckled. "Who's that kid you were singing with, by the way?" Himchan asked, grabbing a bottle of beer and raising his brow suggestively.
"Him?" Jongup said, smiling and looking at the tall guy currently popping some chips in his mouth on the other side of the room. "That's Junhong. He's in my dance class," he answered, glancing back at Himchan, who was staring at him with a knowing smirk on his face. "Hyung, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing," Himchan chirped, taking a sip of his beer. "You are cute together," he said, making Jongup choke on his spit. He patted the younger on the back, chuckling at Jongup's obvious reaction.
"It's not what you think!" Jongup rambled, putting up his hands in defense, and Himchan simply nodded at him.
"Anyway," Jongup mumbled. "I just remembered, there should be someone from your college. He should come around soon." That sure got Himchan interested. Speak of the devil, the door to the karaoke room opened, and Jongup jumped from his spot.
"It should be him!" Himchan smiled at Jongup's enthusiasm. The younger always had this much energy about every little thing. He took another long swig of his beer, and checked his phone. No messages. Pouting, he looked up again when he heard the door slam shut, and saw Jongup with the new guest.
"You have to be shitting me," Himchan moaned.
Jung Daehyun. With all the older people Jongup could know and invite, why Jung Daehyun? Why, just why? He briefly thought about fate. Fate was on his blacklist.
Himchan looked at Jongup guiding Daehyun towards him, and quickly thought of a way to look invisible, or just not himself, but what could he do, what could-
"Himchan-hyung, this is Daehyun-hyung," Jongup said, looking back and forth between the two older men. Something was wrong. Mostly because Daehyun looked like he was about to die right there and now. "Um. D-do you two know each other?"
"Ah," Daehyun breathed, gulping loudly. "Yes, we've seen each other."
"Had a lesson together."
"Yeah, that's... about it." Daehyun concluded, blinking. He smiled at Jongup and bowed slightly, excusing himself to go and grab some snacks. Jongup smiled back and turned to face Himchan. His smile faltered. "Everything's okay, hyung?"
Seconds passed.
"No," Himchan eventually answered, taking his jacket off. "I need alcohol," he said, counting the bottles in front of him in his head and furrowing his brows. "Definitely a lot more than this."
*
"What are we gonna do with him?" Junhong asked a couple of hours later. By him, he referred to the Kim Himchan half passed out on the couch.
Jongup tilted his head to the left, crossing his arms on his chest.
"I have no idea."
"And why is he rubbing his chest?"
Jongup titled his head again.
"I have no idea."
Maybe Himchan had thought it would be a good idea to get as drunk as possible, rather than having to face the embarassment of being in the same place as his Archenemy. Jongup probably should have known better than allowing his hyung to order all that cheap soju, but he was pretty out of it himself, to be completely honest. And Junhong's lips tasted nice. And they were soft. So he kinda ignored it.
But now, with only the four of them left, the problem was kinda all over his face. Jongup would have had no problem with dragging Himchan back to the dorms, but Junhong's lips were nice. He wanted nice.
"Can't Daehyun-hyung take him home?" Junhong murmured, resting his head on Jongup's, his arms sliding around Jongup's waist. "I'm sleepy."
Jongup quite saw the light. He spinned around and walked up to Daehyun, who had monopolized the mic for the last hour or so, singing mellow, heartbreaking ballads about not being loved back. When patted on the shoulder, Daehyun turned and grinned at Jongup.
"What's up, Jonguppie?"
"You live in the same dorm building as Himchan-hyung, right?"
Daehyun startled. "Yes, wh-?" His eyes drifted to the couch, and he didn't even have to finish his question.
"Can you take him home, hyung?"
"I..." Daehyun swallowed, eyes shifting between Himchan and Jongup. "I don't think he'd want me to. I mean- sure, but he kinda hates me."
"Yes? Thank you, hyung!" Jongup beamed, strangling Daehyun in a tight hug. "He said yes, Junhong!" Jongup shouted, walking back to the tall boy, who wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "We're going then, hyung. Everything's paid, you just need to lock and give the key. Good luck!"
Daehyun gaped at the teenagers, mouth and eyes wide open. Did they seriously just...? They did.
He stared at the brunette rolling on his side on the couch and sighed, rubbing his palms on his face.
"Fuck."
*
Picking up Himchan from the couch was easy. Wrapping Himchan's arm around his shoulders and balancing his body on his own was easy. Having to face a very judging stare from the owner as he gave the key back was embarassing, but definitely easy. Walking back to the dorm, that was not so easy.
"Himchan, you up?" Daehyun asked halfway down the road.
"Mh-h," the older hummed, smacking his lips slightly. His head hurt. Everything hurt. "Make the world stop spinning, please."
"Hyung, you need to tell me your room number," Daehyun huffed, hoisting Himchan higher by the waist.
"3A," Himchan slurred, rolling his head on Daehyun's shoulder. "Wait, who're you?"
That was a tricky question. Daehyun thought about it for a while "I'm, huh." He cleared his throat, dropping his pitch, "I'm Yongguk."
"Bbang!" Himchan squealed, leaning heavily on Daehyun's body, making them both stumble. "Am I drunk?"
"Yes, Channie," Daehyun said, imitating Yongguk voice. "I'm taking you to bed."
"Oh, I don't know if my heart is ready for that," Himchan giggled, his lips dangerously close to Daehyun's ear. "Does my breath stink?"
"No." Yes, Daehyun thought, Himchan overall smelled like he had bathed in alcohol with his clothes on. He bit his lip and went along nonetheless. "Himchan, do you think you can walk on your own feet?"
"Sure, I can," Himchan said, steading both himself and Daehyun. Daehyun slowly removed his arm from Himchan's waist, looking up apprehensively, and then Himchan's arm from his shoulders.
"See, I can stand on my own," Himchan beamed, taking the first step- and oh, so graciously falling flat on his face.
"No, I can't!" Himchan laughed uncontrollably, rolling on his back and clutching at his stomach.
*
In the end, Daehyun managed to drag Himchan to his room. He punched in the security code (it was a bless, that Himchan didn't forget it) and kicked the door open, using both his hands to hold Himchan's weight and stumble in the doorway. He toed off his shoes and somehow managed to take Himchan's off too.
Daehyun learned two things that night. First, that Kim Himchan was a very talkative drunk. He kept blabbering nonsense during the whole walk, and was still muttering something unintelligible as Daehyun walked around switching lights on in search of his bedroom. The second thing he learned, was that Kim Himchan was also the very, very, very clingy type of drunk. And that gave him a harder time than he could have imagined. Himchan's wet lips brushing his neck, his hand groping his chest... that had been big distractions. Huge.
Once found Himchan's room, Daehyun tried his best to help Himchan into bed gently, but actually ended up throwing him on the bed like a potato sack. He huffed, stretching the sore muscles in his back as Himchan started snuggling in the sheets, his hands finding their way back up his shirt. Daehyun really didn't want to stare. But he kinda did, anyway.
"Okay, Channie," he said, still imitating Yongguk's voice. "I'm leaving then. Sleep well."
Despite himself, Daehyun still stayed for a minute, waiting for Himchan to actually fall asleep. Without himself knowing, a little smile made its way on his face. And just as he turned to leave, a hand grabbed his arm. Daehyun stopped.
"You're not Yongguk," Himchan mumbled. "Yongguk smells like man. You smell like vanilla and spice. I like it."
"I..." Daehyun said, startled.
"Don't go," Himchan muttered in the pillow, turning on his side to squint up at Daehyun.
"What?" Daehyun breathed out, surprised.
"I said don't go," Himchan repeated, tugging a bit on Daehyun's wrist. "Stay here..."
Daehyun thought about it, once, twice.
"O-okay." What else could he do?
Himchan smiled sleepily and pulled him down, rolling back to make space, and Daehyun stumbled a bit, his knees hitting the matress. He got into bed and lied on his back, his head propped up on the pillows
He figured he could leave as soon as Himchan fell asleep. But Himchan started snuggling up in his side, resting his head on Daehyun's chest and fisting his shirt in his hands, and that made it a lot harder. Daehyun stared down at him with wide eyes.
"You... comfy," Himchan mumbled, a thin shirt not enough layer between his lips and Daehyun's skin, Himchan's fingers tracing small circles on his torso. "You hav'a big chest."
"Thank you, hyung. I guess?" Daehyun said, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"M-mh," Himchan hummed. "You sing like an angel too. It's cute..." The next sound Daehyun heard were Himchan's soft snores, and Daehyun sighed. He bit his lower lip to suppress a smile.
The situation was absurd. He couldn't say he minded, it was just weird. But Himchan was beautiful like this, sleeping, peaceful, not planning on killing him in a painful way. Daehyun thought back to the way he laughed, and how pretty he looked like when he smiled. But not at him. Never at him.
So if he stared at Himchan for the next hour or two, and threaded his fingers through his hair, no one needed to know.
*
[03:32] To: Daebutt
where r u??
[03:35] To: Yjae
humchan ghyungs
[03:35] To: Daebutt
himchan hyung’s? what r u doing there && why’re u typing so weird?
[03:40] To: Yjae
hes sleepin on my arm ttyl
*
The next morning, too early for any sane college student to be up on a Saturday, Yongguk burst through the door of Himchan's dorm, not having heard from his bestfriend since they'd parted ways the night before. Which was unusual, therefore worrying. He saw the shoes by the front door, and sighed, relieved.
"Himchan, no one knew where the fuck you were, no one answers my fucking messages, I was worried sick over you, you dumb shit," Yongguk was already ranting as he walked to Himchan's room and threw the door open.
"W- Oh... oh. Oh."
If you asked Yongguk what sight he least expected to witness between North Korea declaring peace to the South, and Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun sleeping in each other's arms, he would have probably still chosen the second. But that was happening right in front of his eyes.
"Okay," Yongguk said to himself, nodding. "You know what. No way I'll wake them up. Let them figure it out by themselves. Yup." He closed the door quietly and walked back to the front door. He wondered if talking to himself out loud was the sign that he had definitely gone crazy. Maybe he should have slept more.
"This is gonna be fucking hilarious," Yongguk laughed to himself as he walked out of Himchan's dorm.
*
Himchan woke up with the Queen of all hangovers. He groaned. His mouth tasted like death and why the fuck was there so much light in the damn room? He hid his head in the warm chest under him, clenching his eyes shut.
Warm chest. Under him. Chest. Chest???
Himchan slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes, sticky and blurry. He stared in awe at the broad chest he had drooled on. Suddenly, the gears started to click, and he lifted his eyes to face the source of his horror.
Himchan screamed his lungs out and then proceeded to kick Jung Daehyun out of his bed.
"Ouch, what the fuck Himchan hyung," he heard Daehyun moan as he rolled on the floor, rubbing his back.
"What the fuck were you doing in my bed?" Himchan shouted, regretting it immediately when his whole brain pulsed. He clutched his head in his hands and whimpered, resting his back on the wall.
"Calm down,” Daehyun sighed, standing up. “Tell me where I can find some painkillers," Daehyun said, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.
"Bathroom," Himchan whispered, not daring to raise his voice more than that. That's why he didn't drink, he couldn't face the side-effects. But that was a lie too, he was a sponge. He was just an idiot, Yongguk was right. Yongguk had always been right.
He heard, rather than saw, Daehyun walking out of the room. He heard rummaging and closets being opened and closed from different parts of the small apartment, and Daehyun coming back shortly after. Himchan lifted his head when he felt the bed dip. The younger had sat on the bed next to him.
"Take this," Daehyun said, offering Himchan aspirines and a glass of water. Himchan complied, and thanked Daehyun quietly, still feeling groggy and like he was run over by a truck.
"Don't worry," Daehyun said (he sounded like he was smiling.) "Rest for a while. I'll be on the couch." Himchan felt the bed shift as Daehyun stood up, and he lied back down, curling up on himself. "If you want, of course-"
"Sure, whatever," Himchan mumbled, shutting Daehyun out. Sleep. He desperately needed more sleep.
*
When Himchan woke up a couple of hours later, he was feeling a lot better. And Daehyun was indeed on the couch, lying down and watching TV on mute. Probably not to disturb Himchan. Oh. That was considerate.
"Hey," Himchan called, sitting down at his desk, and Daehyun turned to face him, smiling a bit awkwardly.
"How are you feeling?" Daehyun asked, turning off the TV.
"Better. Thank you," Himchan answered, pursing his lips. Something was off. "What happened yesterday? I clearly don't remember anything other than a boring karaoke night."
Daehyun sighed, he knew the question would come. "Well, you got drunk, obviously,” he said, looking up at Himchan.
“Funny, you started drinking right after Jongup introduced us. Coincidence, huh?" Daehyun said, laughing humorlessly and looking back to the floor. Himchan flinched. That stung.
"By the end of the night you were passed out on the couch and Jongup asked me to take you home. He and Junhong just left me alone with you. They are fucking, by the way."
"I knew it," Himchan hissed, clapping his hands on his thighs. "And then?"
"I took you home. I couldn't leave you there, could I?" Daehyun said, grinning slightly at Himchan. "I took your shoes off, put you in bed and was about to go, but you asked me to stay.” Himchan's eyebrows raised a bit at that.
“So I did."
Himchan stared at Daehyun for a couple of seconds. Was he blushing?
“Oh...” Himchan said, blinking up at the younger. “That's... nice. Yes. Nice.” he mumbled. His brain-to-mouth filter needed coffee. “Thank you,” Himchan finally said. “You were kind.”
Daehyun stood up from the couch and smiled, shaking his head. “No problem, hyung. You were a mess,” he said, chuckling a bit. “I'll go now, I need a shower. And so do you.”
“Okay,” Himchan said, subtly smelling his shirt. “Fuck, I stink,” he whined.
Daehyun laughed loudly. Himchan had never noticed how cute he looked when he did that. He silently swore the last thought was his coffee-less brain's speculation. “I'll see you around then?” Himchan said, unsure.
“Yeah,” Daehyun said, walking to the front door and putting his shoes on. “Bye, hyung.” Daehyun waved and closed the door behind him.
“Bye,” Himchan said, waving at the empty apartment. He blinked.
Something was so off.
*
The next week, everyone could feel that something was different between Himchan and Daehyun. Daehyun somehow always looked expectant, as if he anticipated something to happen. But what? Yongguk and Youngjae kept throwing little knowing glances at each other, and the air was even thicker with awkward tension than it was before. Himchan opted for his best strategy.
Pretend that nothing ever happened and act like he always did before.
He kept ignoring Daehyun and sent him glares whenever he could, but it suddenly felt like such an effort. And Daehyun didn't even look scared anymore. He just looked sad. And Youngjae looked angry. And Yongguk was just Yongguk. Himchan was frustrated.
"Can you stop staring at me like I stole from a child?" He spat at Yongguk during breakfast, rolling up a napkin and throwing it at his bestfriend's face. "You are so annoying." Yongguk didn't say anything, just kept drinking, staring at Himchan evenly from behind the rim of the cup.
Himchan growled. "I need a new bestfriend."
*
Two weeks more or less passed, and everything was starting to get back to normal. Daehyun had given up on the idea that Himchan would change his mind about him, so he just took what the other gave him without complaining. He guessed they had their own thing, in a way. Himchan had this feeling gnawing at him everytime he teased or insulted the younger. The internet called it guilt. The internet also said that by constantly offending the other, he was just trying to hide his latent affection and desire to be with him. Himchan hated the internet.
He also hated how the bed felt cold and empty, and how if he inhaled deeply enough, he still seemed to smell vanilla and spice on his pillow. And how he liked it.
One day, he got a bit too carried away with his teasing. Not that he would have noticed, but Daehyun kinda stood up and stormed away. Himchan looked down at his shoes, feeling Yongguk and Youngjae's eyes on him in the heavy silence.
"What," Himchan huffed, kicking at the grass. "I was kidding." He looked up, annoyed, and gulped. Yongguk was not even looking at him, but Youngjae...
Fuck, he looked scary. Himchan had seen Youngjae annoyed, frustrated, about to kick him in the face, but he looked truly pissed off right now, and it made Himchan fear for his life.
"What?" Youngjae scoffed, something akin to venom in his voice. "When will you just admit that you like him and stop hurting him? You're unbelievable, hyung," he said, grabbing his bag and leaving, still glaring daggers at Himchan.
Himchan felt his stomach drop.
"I like... what?" he squealed, looking at Yongguk, his eyes wide.
Yongguk thought he resembled a bit of a scared child, finding himself out in the open with his feelings for the first time. He just needed a little push. And that was Yongguk's job.
"Come on, Channie." Yongguk sighed, moving closer to his friend and patting the back of his head. "Just go find Daehyun and apologize, okay? You can figure everything else out later."
Himchan nodded, standing up and looking around himself in a daze. He looked down at Yongguk for courage, and Yongguk smiled at him, turning his head to the right direction.
*
Himchan found Daehyun sitting on a wall on the other side of the campus, his back against a column. He was looking down at his feet, so he probably didn't see Himchan walking up to him, and Himchan was grateful. He coughed a bit, and Daehyun lifted his head, a stream of different emotions running in his eyes. Surprise, confusion, hurt, finally setting on annoyance.
"What do you want, hyung?" Daehyun asked, crossing his arms on his chest. Himchan bit his lips.
What did he want? He himself didn't know.
"Listen," Himchan started, stepping closer to Daehyun, hovering over him. The younger glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to insult you. I didn't want to hurt you, or anything..."
Himchan apologized, but he knew that wasn't even remotely enough.
"I know I've been a dick to you since the first second, okay, and I'm sorry- I just, it's me, it's how I am! I am stupid and I am a dick and you are such a nice guy and... I don't know. You looked too nice, you know? So I just put my defense up and went all smartass on you but- I'm sorry, okay, I'm so sorry." He was rambling, Himchan knew he was rambling, but once he started he couldn't stop himself. Daehyun had turned to face him, though, and behind his poker face, Himchan was sure he could find some amusement, at least.
"Are you laughing at me?" Himchan asked, pouting. Daehyun tried to suppress his grin, but to no avail. Himchan smiled too.
"I'm sorry, Daehyun. I'm so sorry, but that night at the karaoke, you were so kind to me and you stayed in the morning to make sure I was okay, and only Yongguk does that for me and I thought... I thought that maybe you weren't too bad after all. But then I realized, woah, that's a bit too much for me, so I went all dick on you again and- yeah."
Himchan looked up from his hands at Daehyun, and the younger was smiling at him, and Himchan saw for the first time, without being scared, how sweet that smile looked when it was just for him. Without knowing, he stepped closer, and Daehyun craned his neck to look up at him.
"So maybe I don't hate you." Himchan murmured, and Daehyun's hair suddenly looked like a very interesting place to look at.
"And maybe I kinda like you." He added, his hands shakily finding their way to rest on Daehyun's shoulders.
"And maybe you kinda want to kiss me," Daehyun said, to which Himchan looked down at him, eyes wide. Daehyun smiled and rested his hands on Himchan's hips, pulling him a little closer, settled between his legs. "Because I kinda want to do that, too."
And Himchan, just for once, thought that being scared wasn't worth missing the chance. So he leaned down, and Daehyun leaned up, and their lips touched, and Daehyun's lips were soft, and plush, like pillows, and Himchan maybe wanted his own lips to always taste like Daehyun, and smell like Daehyun, of vanilla and spice, and he really hoped that Daehyun wanted the same.
"You are warm," Himchan whispered, parting from Daehyun's lips. He wrapped his arms around Daehyun's neck, snuggling closer to him, his nose buried in the soft, brown hair. "I like it."
"You also said I have a big chest, when you were drunk," Daehyun said, chuckling lightly in Himchan's arms.
"'You do," Himchan said, poking his head.
"And that I sing like an angel," Daehyun continued, snaking a hand in Himchan's hair, the other wrapped tightly around his waist, and lowering Himchan's head to his height to brush their lips together again, sweetly, Daehyun's tongue lightly tracing Himchan's lower lip and tangling with Himchan's, both of them smiling into the kiss.
"And that I'm cute."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Jung Daehyun," Himchan whispered, tugging at Daehyun's upper lip with his teeth. Daehyun chuckled, warm breath on Himchan's face.
He could definitely get used to this. To Daehyun's strong arms around his waist and his honey lips on his? Yes, he had no problem getting used to it.
"You touch yourself when you're drunk, hyung."
Maybe Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun didn't completely and utterly despise each other. Maybe Kim Himchan liked Jung Daehyun, and Jung Daehyun liked Kim Himchan a bit too much.
Nevertheless, after that comment, Jung Daehyun got punched.
*
"Ah, look at them," Youngjae sighed happily, watching Himchan and Daehyun intent on sucking each other's faces not too far from where he was standing wih Yongguk.
"I'm happy this bullshit is over. Love always triumphs!" Youngjae cheered, throwing his hands in the air. Yongguk, on his side, furrowed his brows and put Youngjae's hands back down, but chuckled along.
"Yeah, I'm glad too." Yongguk said, smiling fondly. Youngjae grinned, and turned to poke Yongguk in the side.
"What'cha gonna do now, hyung? All alone, without Himchan."
That day, love triumphed. Nevertheless, after that comment, Yoo Youngjae got punched.
A/N: i know some things are not clear. the ages aren't canon: daehyun and youngjare are a bit older. college is nothing more than a setting, because i really know nothing about college, and i'm so sorry if it's totally inaccurate :(((( i tried to keep it as vague as possible. my banghim biasing is showing in like half of the fic (ops) but yongguk is totally straight in this fic. i swear. i wanted to try something different for daehyun's birthday, something funny and lighthearted, and i wrote this in 3 days, staying up 'till 5am and neglecting the books that i should be studying instead. this is the result, and if you liked it, here's a cookie. thank you to my brat mightymischief for challenging me, or this would have never been written.
Pairing: Himchan/Daehyun, bff!Banghim, hinted!Jonglo
Rating: PG-13
Length: 7100+ words
Summary: College!AU. Himchan is a dick, Daehyun is unlucky, but maybes and what-ifs are sometimes all it takes. With a little help from Bang Yongguk, Yoo Youngjae, and hormonal teenagers.
They hated each other. From the first time they met, Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun completely and utterly despised each other.
*
The first time he saw Jung Daehyun, Himchan was sitting in the coffee shop near campus, sipping on his Iced Americano and revising the notes from yesterday's class (that was a lie, he was reading the latest issue of Vogue on "Summer Trends For Male Shoes") with Yongguk sitting by his side, his bestfriend of ages currently swirling the foam on top of his cappuccino with a spoon, and bringing it up to his lips to lick it off. Himchan had always found it gross, but Yongguk kept insisting that the creamy foam on top was the best part of a cappuccino, and Himchan couldn't understand. Whatever.
"Don't buy sandals," Himchan said, side eyeing his friend, who looked up at him with a confused expression.
"What?"
"No sandals," Himchan repeated. "Just listen to me for once." He slurped the last bits of coffee on the bottom of the plastic cup and exhaled happily. He was ready and pumped for his lecture. Yongguk was still staring at him like he had two heads, but that was what he always did, anyway.
"Stop ogling and finish your drink. We're gonna be late," Himchan muttered around his straw, poking Yongguk with his foot under the table.
"I'm not ogling," Yongguk grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing in that way they always did when he was confused, or irritated. He did what Himchan told him, gulping down the hot caffeinated drink and shaking his head at Himchan, who stuck out his tongue at him.
Bickering was another part of their morning routine. They wouldn't be Himchan and Yongguk if they weren't constantly annoying and teasing one another, and their other friends learned that that was just the way they were. There was no point in trying to change them. (because in the end, they knew the two cared about each other like none of them could imagine, and it had been this way for years. Himchan and Yongguk were simply inseparable.)
Just as they stood up and gathered their belongings, the bell on top of the shop's front door chimed. Himchan turned his head to the sound and caught a quick glimpse of a guy stepping inside, before looking back at the table to grab his phone and wallet. He frowned.
"Wait," Himchan mumbled, thinking out loud. He turned around to take a better look at the guy, because he was sure he had never seen that face before, and he knew pretty much everyone around campus. What?
"There he goes again," Himchan heard Yongguk say, but he shut him out in favor of staring at the new guy, whose back was facing him. He was tanned. Too tanned for the white-to-zombie skin tone of Seoul inhabitants, Himchan mused. So, either he was a foreigner, or he came from beach. Himchan squinted. His hair looked pretty nice, a bunch of long chocolate brown strands falling at his nape and on the sides of his face. The guy also had a nice body, the tight beige cardigan fitting in all the right places, stretching over broad shoulders, a plain black shoulder-strap resting on his right hip. Himchan was starting to get a warning feeling in his gut, that was interrupted by Yongguk grabbing him by the arm and literally dragging him out of the place.
"You're doing that creepy thing again, I don't want anyone to get hurt. We're late," Yongguk rambled, Himchan struggling to get out of his grip.
"I have that feeling. Let me be, let me have my feelings," Himchan whined, finally freeing himself from Yongguk and going back to stare at the man of interest, who was currently chatting with the cashier. Himchan squinted again (curse his bad eyesight), and gasped when he finally got around to see his face. Warm dark eyes and straight nose, thick lips stretching over two rows of perfect white teeth when the guy smiled at the cashier girl as he paid, his puffy eyes turned into crescents, cute wrinkles on the sides of his mouth- cute? Ugly, ugly wrinkles all over his stupid face.
Yongguk saw the look on Himchan's face, eyebrows quirked and lips pursed and pushed him away. Everyone in the coffee shop, including the new guy, turned to stare at them as Himchan squealed and flailed, but Yongguk managed to get him outside, bowing and smiling apologetically at the customers on the way. Ever polite. Once out of the place, Himchan punched him in the arm and huffed.
"Rude."
"Psycho."
"I wasn't doing anything!" Himchan yelled, pouting at Yongguk, who was once again pushing him forward, a hand on his lower back and a sigh leaving his lips.
"You were scanning that poor guy. You always do that to new students, and you looked like you were about to puke on his face, Channie," Yongguk said, finishing with (another? Yongguk sure sighed a lot,) a dramatic sigh.
"Fine." Himchan said. "I had my reasons to look like that. I don't like that guy." Himchan huffed, adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder.
"You don't like that guy."
"I don't like that guy. Are we done repeating ourselves? We are late, Bang Yongguk," Himchan chirped, intentionally ignoring the deadpan look Yongguk was giving him. He smiled and linked his arm with him instead, hopping down the road that lead to their department building. All the while, Yongguk kept giving him his "I can't believe I've been bestfriend with this person for half of my life" signature look.
"You sigh a lot, did you know?"
*
Fate wanted that Himchan and the new guy met again, that morning. Himchan was sitting in his usual spot in the far back of the class, because he liked sleeping, and slacking off, and maybe Kim Himchan wasn't the top student, but by doing close to nothing he always managed to achieve more than average scores.
("That's because I am a genius," he had repeated over and over again to Yongguk, who, instead, ranked #1 in any subject, or test, or project, or whatever you could top in in college. "You are just an idiot," Yongguk had always said.)
Himchan was playing Candy Crush on his phone, his feet propped up on the empty chair next to his. The room was starting to get filled by the sound of student's chatter and the soft stomping of feet, chairs scratching the ground obnoxiously, but Himchan was in desperate need of a Striped + Packed candy combo to crush, and it was not an easy task. His focus on the game was interrupted by a shadow that he caught from the corner of his eye. Someone was standing in front of him. Himchan pursed his lips and decided to ignore it, cursing the multicolored candies under his breath. That is, until the shadow cleared its throat. Himchan sighed (was he taking it from Yongguk?) and rolled his eyes, locking his phone to face the source of his annoyance.
Himchan almost fell from his chair. It was him. Big lips, tight cardigan, tanned skin boy from the coffee shop. He was staring at Himchan with an embarrassed smile, his big eyes shifting from the very constipated-looking guy in front of him to the desk on his right.
"Hi," he started, clearing his throat again. His voice was smooth, Himchan noticed. Smooth. "I'm Jung Daehyun. This is my first day here," he said, smiling at Himchan, who didn't smile back. Daehyun gulped, fidgeting with his hands until he pointed at the empty chair Himchan was currently occupying with his feet. "Is this place free?"
Himchan narrowed his eyes at him, slowly taking his feet off the chair. He kept staring silently at Daehyun as he moved in his seat. Those eyes were scary, Daehyun thought. The man looked like a blind kitten, but a blind kitten that was going to chop his limbs off. He had goosebumps.
Himchan saw the bright smile falter, and smirked. He grabbed his bag from the ground and slammed it on the chair next to him, making Daehyun jump in surprise.
"This place is occupied," Himchan said, smiling up at Daehyun in the most sugar-coated, sickly sweet, curl of lips he could muster up. "I'm sorry."
Daehyun genuinely looked like a scared puppy. Himchan almost wanted to pet his head. He looked at Himchan with round eyes and blinked, twice, at Himchan's unfaltering grin before turning around and slowly making his way to the front rows, looking back a couple of times. In the end he settled down somewhere in the middle rows, and Himchan laughed to himself, unlocking his phone and sending a quick message to Yongguk.
*
[10:06] To: Bbang ♡
himchan 1 - new guy 0. V~
*
During lunch time, Himchan was sitting in the school yard with Youngjae, talking about this and that, he wasn't really paying attention. He paid attention, though, when a shadowed figure walked up in front of him. A figure that reminded him a lot of his bestfriend's.
"What did you do?" Yongguk glowered.
"Nice to see you too, Bbang," Himchan beamed at his friend, who deadpanned, in turn. Himchan pouted.
"Come on, don't act all serious." Himchan whined. "I just... tested the waters."
"Is the poor guy still in one piece?"
"Of course he is," Himchan scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest. Yongguk shook his head and sat down next to him on the small brick wall they decided to make their place time ago, taking out his lunch. Short after, both of them noticed Youngjae staring up at them from where he was sitting on the grass, his eyebrows raised, a potato chip hanging off his mouth.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" the youngest of the three asked, chewing on his snack.
"Don't speak with your mouth full," Yongguk scolded, earning a snort from Himchan and an eyeroll from Youngjae. "Himchan is just scaring this new guy off, for no reason at all" he said, taking a small bite of his sandwich.
"Ah," Youngjae said, nodding his head. "Again?"
Himchan made a little irritated noise. "He just wanted to sit next to me. I told him to fuck off. Gently, I even smiled at him."
"Why do you do it, hyung?" Youngjae asked, standing up from the grass and brushing the back of his pants. "I don't get it."
"He's just threatened by his beauty. He's scared to be dethroned," Yongguk said. Himchan gasped, kicking him in the shin.
"Bang Yongguk," Himchan said. "What would your mother think of the bullshit leaving your mouth?" Himchan clutched his chest and shook his head. Youngjae plopped himself next to Himchan and joined the mockery, resting his chin on Himchan's shoulder and pointing his finger at Yongguk dramatically.
"It's like that, though!" Yongguk raised his voice (Yongguk never quite yelled). "The new guy is hot, and you don't like him because he might get more ass than you do."
"Burn, Himchan-hyung," Youngjae hissed in Himchan's ear. Himchan whined, shaking Youngjae off. He hopped off the wall, stretched his back and stood in front of Yongguk.
"I'm not threatened, and I don't care about how much ass Jung Daehyun, or anyone else, gets," Himchan announced, grabbing his bag and turning on his heels. "I just don't like him. He can suck my dick."
"So that's the reason! You want him to suck your dick," Youngjae said, laughing maniacally, and even Yongguk had to suppress a chuckle. Himchan flipped them both off.
*
Fate, apparently, also wanted that in the months following Himchan and Daehyun's unlucky encounter, Youngjae and Daehyun grew to be the bestest of friends.
Fate was a bitch.
It was ridiculous, Himchan thought, how quickly the two became fucking glued by the hips. They were annoyingly close, obnoxious, and always together. Eating together, going to lesson together, studying together, spending their free time together. Hell, Himchan wouldn't be surprised if they even took pisses together. He briefly wondered if he and Yongguk also looked so disgustingly attached.
“People say we look like a married couple,” Yongguk had told him one day, sitting on the couch in his dorm room with Himchan's head in his lap, the pretty man glaring at Daehyun and Youngjae playing videogames across the room. “We are worse than them.”
“Shut up,” he'd groaned, turning his head to poke Yongguk's leg with his nose. “And get out of my mind. You're creepy.”
Because Youngjae was Himchan and Yongguk's friend, it was inevitable that Daehyun would stick with their group. That didn't make it any easier, though. Not with Himchan constantly trying to set him on fire with his glares, and Daehyun helplessly trying to avoid his gaze. Conversation, for most part, consisted of Youngjae and Daehyun talking about a topic, Yongguk casually butting in, and Himchan either silently staring at the Busan boy -they'd learned that Daehyun came from Busan, that he'd moved to Seoul to study, that he could sing, but music was second to his one true passion, food. The guy was a bottomless pit-, or throwing in a comment that made the whole group freeze and stare at him uncomfortably.
So, maybe Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun didn't completely and utterly despise each other. Most of it was Himchan. Or rather, all of it was Himchan.
And Daehyun had no clue what to do about it, he didn't even understand why Himchan wanted his head on a plate so much.
"Why does Himchan-hyung hate me?" Daehyun had asked Youngjae one day, after yet another lunch hour spent trying to ignore the small eyes boring holes in his forehead.
"He doesn't hate you," Youngjae had answered, shrugging.
Daehyun's eyes had almost jumped out of their sockets. "He doesn't hate me? Are you crazy? He hates me since the the first he saw me!" He'd yelled, his voice raising on its own accord. "I wanted to run when you'd introduced me to your friends, and one of them was that scary guy from my first day. I still get shivers when I think about his eyes..." Daehyun had whispered the last part, shaking his head and shoulders as if hit by a cold breeze. "What did I even do to him?"
Youngjae had sighed. "Nothing, you did nothing," he'd said, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Himchan-hyung, he's a bit..." Youngjae had trailed off, furrowing his brows in thought. "Possessive. Let's say. What's his is his, and he doesn't like change. You are not the first one, he does that to most new students. He's like a feline mom you know?" He'd said, bumping his hip with Daehyun's. "Marking the territory. No, wait, that's probably the male..." He'd trailed off again. "Anyway, he is just scared of you. He'll get around you, eventually."
"Ah..." Daehyun had said, nodding his head slowly. "That makes sense."
"Really?" Youngjae had grinned, surprised.
"No."
*
As unbelievable as it could sound, Himchan's life didn't revolve 360 degrees around Bang Yongguk. He had many other close friends who he liked to hang out with. Most of the times he would simply be too lazy to pick them before Yongguk. A bestfriend was comfy. Tonight was one of those rare Friday nights that wouldn't be spent together, Jongup had invited Himchan to karaoke with a group of friends, and Yongguk took the opportunity to call up his brother, Yongnam, for a couple of drinks.
Himchan was sitting on Yongguk's bed (he lived more in Yongguk's room than his own,) waiting for the other to get ready. He himself was already dressed up in his best pair of tight black pants, a white v-neck and jeans jacket, new Vans on his feet and light brown hair styled up. Yongguk came out of the bathroom after fifteen minutes, in black jeans and a white bottom up, looking super fine, in Himchan's modest opinion, and was currently rummaging in his closet for a snapback.
"You look classy for once," Himchan nagged, hopping off the bed and snatching the hat out of Yongguk's hands, earning a small glare. "No Yolo hats on you tonight, sir. Let's go." Yongguk sighed but followed him, grabbing his stuff, and Himchan waited for him to tie his shoes by the front door. They walked to the driveway, where Yongnam was waiting up in his car, and Himchan waved at the twin brother before surprising Yongguk in a hug.
"Don't get too shitfaced," Himchan said, smelling his friend's cologne. "Mh-h, you smell nice."
"Don't smell me," Yongguk whined, failing to shrug Himchan off and (secretly, not so) reluctantly wrapping his arms around his friend's waist. "And you're the one who always ends up drunk. I should be the one talking."
Himchan sighed, pushing Yongguk away. "I'll be just fine," he said, smiling at Yongguk, who rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back a gummy grin of his own. At least until Himchan turned his face to the left, patting his right cheek with his index finger. "Gimme a kiss."
"See," Yongguk sputtered, making a face at his friend. "This is why people think we are a couple. You are a weirdo," he said, starting to walk away from Himchan.
"You are just no fun!" Himchan yelled after him. "Have a nice time, Bbang. I will miss you."
"Same, Channie," he heard Yongguk say, clear laughter in his voice.
*
Himchan was sitting on the black leather couch in the small karaoke room, feeling quite bored. He didn't know anyone in the group except for Jongup, and the younger was currently engaged in a rap duet with a guy definitely too tall to be in high school. They looked kinda cute together, actually. And the silly way they laughed at each other's mistakes, looking in each other's eyes... Himchan smelled something. It was probably the alcohol sitting in front of him, untouched. He didn't like to drink alone. He got busy fiddling with his jacket until Jongup startled him, jumping on the couch next to him.
"Hyung what are you doing all alone?" Jongup asked, shaking Himchan by the arm. "It's karaoke, sing! You can make some friends too."
Himchan laughed. "You'd rather not hear me sing, Jongup-ah. And I'm older than everyone here. Are all these people still in high school?"
Jongup looked around, humming a bit. "Uh, yes," he said, looking back at Himchan with a small apologetic smile.
"I'm too old for them," Himchan chuckled. "Who's that kid you were singing with, by the way?" Himchan asked, grabbing a bottle of beer and raising his brow suggestively.
"Him?" Jongup said, smiling and looking at the tall guy currently popping some chips in his mouth on the other side of the room. "That's Junhong. He's in my dance class," he answered, glancing back at Himchan, who was staring at him with a knowing smirk on his face. "Hyung, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing," Himchan chirped, taking a sip of his beer. "You are cute together," he said, making Jongup choke on his spit. He patted the younger on the back, chuckling at Jongup's obvious reaction.
"It's not what you think!" Jongup rambled, putting up his hands in defense, and Himchan simply nodded at him.
"Anyway," Jongup mumbled. "I just remembered, there should be someone from your college. He should come around soon." That sure got Himchan interested. Speak of the devil, the door to the karaoke room opened, and Jongup jumped from his spot.
"It should be him!" Himchan smiled at Jongup's enthusiasm. The younger always had this much energy about every little thing. He took another long swig of his beer, and checked his phone. No messages. Pouting, he looked up again when he heard the door slam shut, and saw Jongup with the new guest.
"You have to be shitting me," Himchan moaned.
Jung Daehyun. With all the older people Jongup could know and invite, why Jung Daehyun? Why, just why? He briefly thought about fate. Fate was on his blacklist.
Himchan looked at Jongup guiding Daehyun towards him, and quickly thought of a way to look invisible, or just not himself, but what could he do, what could-
"Himchan-hyung, this is Daehyun-hyung," Jongup said, looking back and forth between the two older men. Something was wrong. Mostly because Daehyun looked like he was about to die right there and now. "Um. D-do you two know each other?"
"Ah," Daehyun breathed, gulping loudly. "Yes, we've seen each other."
"Had a lesson together."
"Yeah, that's... about it." Daehyun concluded, blinking. He smiled at Jongup and bowed slightly, excusing himself to go and grab some snacks. Jongup smiled back and turned to face Himchan. His smile faltered. "Everything's okay, hyung?"
Seconds passed.
"No," Himchan eventually answered, taking his jacket off. "I need alcohol," he said, counting the bottles in front of him in his head and furrowing his brows. "Definitely a lot more than this."
*
"What are we gonna do with him?" Junhong asked a couple of hours later. By him, he referred to the Kim Himchan half passed out on the couch.
Jongup tilted his head to the left, crossing his arms on his chest.
"I have no idea."
"And why is he rubbing his chest?"
Jongup titled his head again.
"I have no idea."
Maybe Himchan had thought it would be a good idea to get as drunk as possible, rather than having to face the embarassment of being in the same place as his Archenemy. Jongup probably should have known better than allowing his hyung to order all that cheap soju, but he was pretty out of it himself, to be completely honest. And Junhong's lips tasted nice. And they were soft. So he kinda ignored it.
But now, with only the four of them left, the problem was kinda all over his face. Jongup would have had no problem with dragging Himchan back to the dorms, but Junhong's lips were nice. He wanted nice.
"Can't Daehyun-hyung take him home?" Junhong murmured, resting his head on Jongup's, his arms sliding around Jongup's waist. "I'm sleepy."
Jongup quite saw the light. He spinned around and walked up to Daehyun, who had monopolized the mic for the last hour or so, singing mellow, heartbreaking ballads about not being loved back. When patted on the shoulder, Daehyun turned and grinned at Jongup.
"What's up, Jonguppie?"
"You live in the same dorm building as Himchan-hyung, right?"
Daehyun startled. "Yes, wh-?" His eyes drifted to the couch, and he didn't even have to finish his question.
"Can you take him home, hyung?"
"I..." Daehyun swallowed, eyes shifting between Himchan and Jongup. "I don't think he'd want me to. I mean- sure, but he kinda hates me."
"Yes? Thank you, hyung!" Jongup beamed, strangling Daehyun in a tight hug. "He said yes, Junhong!" Jongup shouted, walking back to the tall boy, who wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "We're going then, hyung. Everything's paid, you just need to lock and give the key. Good luck!"
Daehyun gaped at the teenagers, mouth and eyes wide open. Did they seriously just...? They did.
He stared at the brunette rolling on his side on the couch and sighed, rubbing his palms on his face.
"Fuck."
*
Picking up Himchan from the couch was easy. Wrapping Himchan's arm around his shoulders and balancing his body on his own was easy. Having to face a very judging stare from the owner as he gave the key back was embarassing, but definitely easy. Walking back to the dorm, that was not so easy.
"Himchan, you up?" Daehyun asked halfway down the road.
"Mh-h," the older hummed, smacking his lips slightly. His head hurt. Everything hurt. "Make the world stop spinning, please."
"Hyung, you need to tell me your room number," Daehyun huffed, hoisting Himchan higher by the waist.
"3A," Himchan slurred, rolling his head on Daehyun's shoulder. "Wait, who're you?"
That was a tricky question. Daehyun thought about it for a while "I'm, huh." He cleared his throat, dropping his pitch, "I'm Yongguk."
"Bbang!" Himchan squealed, leaning heavily on Daehyun's body, making them both stumble. "Am I drunk?"
"Yes, Channie," Daehyun said, imitating Yongguk voice. "I'm taking you to bed."
"Oh, I don't know if my heart is ready for that," Himchan giggled, his lips dangerously close to Daehyun's ear. "Does my breath stink?"
"No." Yes, Daehyun thought, Himchan overall smelled like he had bathed in alcohol with his clothes on. He bit his lip and went along nonetheless. "Himchan, do you think you can walk on your own feet?"
"Sure, I can," Himchan said, steading both himself and Daehyun. Daehyun slowly removed his arm from Himchan's waist, looking up apprehensively, and then Himchan's arm from his shoulders.
"See, I can stand on my own," Himchan beamed, taking the first step- and oh, so graciously falling flat on his face.
"No, I can't!" Himchan laughed uncontrollably, rolling on his back and clutching at his stomach.
*
In the end, Daehyun managed to drag Himchan to his room. He punched in the security code (it was a bless, that Himchan didn't forget it) and kicked the door open, using both his hands to hold Himchan's weight and stumble in the doorway. He toed off his shoes and somehow managed to take Himchan's off too.
Daehyun learned two things that night. First, that Kim Himchan was a very talkative drunk. He kept blabbering nonsense during the whole walk, and was still muttering something unintelligible as Daehyun walked around switching lights on in search of his bedroom. The second thing he learned, was that Kim Himchan was also the very, very, very clingy type of drunk. And that gave him a harder time than he could have imagined. Himchan's wet lips brushing his neck, his hand groping his chest... that had been big distractions. Huge.
Once found Himchan's room, Daehyun tried his best to help Himchan into bed gently, but actually ended up throwing him on the bed like a potato sack. He huffed, stretching the sore muscles in his back as Himchan started snuggling in the sheets, his hands finding their way back up his shirt. Daehyun really didn't want to stare. But he kinda did, anyway.
"Okay, Channie," he said, still imitating Yongguk's voice. "I'm leaving then. Sleep well."
Despite himself, Daehyun still stayed for a minute, waiting for Himchan to actually fall asleep. Without himself knowing, a little smile made its way on his face. And just as he turned to leave, a hand grabbed his arm. Daehyun stopped.
"You're not Yongguk," Himchan mumbled. "Yongguk smells like man. You smell like vanilla and spice. I like it."
"I..." Daehyun said, startled.
"Don't go," Himchan muttered in the pillow, turning on his side to squint up at Daehyun.
"What?" Daehyun breathed out, surprised.
"I said don't go," Himchan repeated, tugging a bit on Daehyun's wrist. "Stay here..."
Daehyun thought about it, once, twice.
"O-okay." What else could he do?
Himchan smiled sleepily and pulled him down, rolling back to make space, and Daehyun stumbled a bit, his knees hitting the matress. He got into bed and lied on his back, his head propped up on the pillows
He figured he could leave as soon as Himchan fell asleep. But Himchan started snuggling up in his side, resting his head on Daehyun's chest and fisting his shirt in his hands, and that made it a lot harder. Daehyun stared down at him with wide eyes.
"You... comfy," Himchan mumbled, a thin shirt not enough layer between his lips and Daehyun's skin, Himchan's fingers tracing small circles on his torso. "You hav'a big chest."
"Thank you, hyung. I guess?" Daehyun said, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"M-mh," Himchan hummed. "You sing like an angel too. It's cute..." The next sound Daehyun heard were Himchan's soft snores, and Daehyun sighed. He bit his lower lip to suppress a smile.
The situation was absurd. He couldn't say he minded, it was just weird. But Himchan was beautiful like this, sleeping, peaceful, not planning on killing him in a painful way. Daehyun thought back to the way he laughed, and how pretty he looked like when he smiled. But not at him. Never at him.
So if he stared at Himchan for the next hour or two, and threaded his fingers through his hair, no one needed to know.
*
[03:32] To: Daebutt
where r u??
[03:35] To: Yjae
humchan ghyungs
[03:35] To: Daebutt
himchan hyung’s? what r u doing there && why’re u typing so weird?
[03:40] To: Yjae
hes sleepin on my arm ttyl
*
The next morning, too early for any sane college student to be up on a Saturday, Yongguk burst through the door of Himchan's dorm, not having heard from his bestfriend since they'd parted ways the night before. Which was unusual, therefore worrying. He saw the shoes by the front door, and sighed, relieved.
"Himchan, no one knew where the fuck you were, no one answers my fucking messages, I was worried sick over you, you dumb shit," Yongguk was already ranting as he walked to Himchan's room and threw the door open.
"W- Oh... oh. Oh."
If you asked Yongguk what sight he least expected to witness between North Korea declaring peace to the South, and Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun sleeping in each other's arms, he would have probably still chosen the second. But that was happening right in front of his eyes.
"Okay," Yongguk said to himself, nodding. "You know what. No way I'll wake them up. Let them figure it out by themselves. Yup." He closed the door quietly and walked back to the front door. He wondered if talking to himself out loud was the sign that he had definitely gone crazy. Maybe he should have slept more.
"This is gonna be fucking hilarious," Yongguk laughed to himself as he walked out of Himchan's dorm.
*
Himchan woke up with the Queen of all hangovers. He groaned. His mouth tasted like death and why the fuck was there so much light in the damn room? He hid his head in the warm chest under him, clenching his eyes shut.
Warm chest. Under him. Chest. Chest???
Himchan slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes, sticky and blurry. He stared in awe at the broad chest he had drooled on. Suddenly, the gears started to click, and he lifted his eyes to face the source of his horror.
Himchan screamed his lungs out and then proceeded to kick Jung Daehyun out of his bed.
"Ouch, what the fuck Himchan hyung," he heard Daehyun moan as he rolled on the floor, rubbing his back.
"What the fuck were you doing in my bed?" Himchan shouted, regretting it immediately when his whole brain pulsed. He clutched his head in his hands and whimpered, resting his back on the wall.
"Calm down,” Daehyun sighed, standing up. “Tell me where I can find some painkillers," Daehyun said, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.
"Bathroom," Himchan whispered, not daring to raise his voice more than that. That's why he didn't drink, he couldn't face the side-effects. But that was a lie too, he was a sponge. He was just an idiot, Yongguk was right. Yongguk had always been right.
He heard, rather than saw, Daehyun walking out of the room. He heard rummaging and closets being opened and closed from different parts of the small apartment, and Daehyun coming back shortly after. Himchan lifted his head when he felt the bed dip. The younger had sat on the bed next to him.
"Take this," Daehyun said, offering Himchan aspirines and a glass of water. Himchan complied, and thanked Daehyun quietly, still feeling groggy and like he was run over by a truck.
"Don't worry," Daehyun said (he sounded like he was smiling.) "Rest for a while. I'll be on the couch." Himchan felt the bed shift as Daehyun stood up, and he lied back down, curling up on himself. "If you want, of course-"
"Sure, whatever," Himchan mumbled, shutting Daehyun out. Sleep. He desperately needed more sleep.
*
When Himchan woke up a couple of hours later, he was feeling a lot better. And Daehyun was indeed on the couch, lying down and watching TV on mute. Probably not to disturb Himchan. Oh. That was considerate.
"Hey," Himchan called, sitting down at his desk, and Daehyun turned to face him, smiling a bit awkwardly.
"How are you feeling?" Daehyun asked, turning off the TV.
"Better. Thank you," Himchan answered, pursing his lips. Something was off. "What happened yesterday? I clearly don't remember anything other than a boring karaoke night."
Daehyun sighed, he knew the question would come. "Well, you got drunk, obviously,” he said, looking up at Himchan.
“Funny, you started drinking right after Jongup introduced us. Coincidence, huh?" Daehyun said, laughing humorlessly and looking back to the floor. Himchan flinched. That stung.
"By the end of the night you were passed out on the couch and Jongup asked me to take you home. He and Junhong just left me alone with you. They are fucking, by the way."
"I knew it," Himchan hissed, clapping his hands on his thighs. "And then?"
"I took you home. I couldn't leave you there, could I?" Daehyun said, grinning slightly at Himchan. "I took your shoes off, put you in bed and was about to go, but you asked me to stay.” Himchan's eyebrows raised a bit at that.
“So I did."
Himchan stared at Daehyun for a couple of seconds. Was he blushing?
“Oh...” Himchan said, blinking up at the younger. “That's... nice. Yes. Nice.” he mumbled. His brain-to-mouth filter needed coffee. “Thank you,” Himchan finally said. “You were kind.”
Daehyun stood up from the couch and smiled, shaking his head. “No problem, hyung. You were a mess,” he said, chuckling a bit. “I'll go now, I need a shower. And so do you.”
“Okay,” Himchan said, subtly smelling his shirt. “Fuck, I stink,” he whined.
Daehyun laughed loudly. Himchan had never noticed how cute he looked when he did that. He silently swore the last thought was his coffee-less brain's speculation. “I'll see you around then?” Himchan said, unsure.
“Yeah,” Daehyun said, walking to the front door and putting his shoes on. “Bye, hyung.” Daehyun waved and closed the door behind him.
“Bye,” Himchan said, waving at the empty apartment. He blinked.
Something was so off.
*
The next week, everyone could feel that something was different between Himchan and Daehyun. Daehyun somehow always looked expectant, as if he anticipated something to happen. But what? Yongguk and Youngjae kept throwing little knowing glances at each other, and the air was even thicker with awkward tension than it was before. Himchan opted for his best strategy.
Pretend that nothing ever happened and act like he always did before.
He kept ignoring Daehyun and sent him glares whenever he could, but it suddenly felt like such an effort. And Daehyun didn't even look scared anymore. He just looked sad. And Youngjae looked angry. And Yongguk was just Yongguk. Himchan was frustrated.
"Can you stop staring at me like I stole from a child?" He spat at Yongguk during breakfast, rolling up a napkin and throwing it at his bestfriend's face. "You are so annoying." Yongguk didn't say anything, just kept drinking, staring at Himchan evenly from behind the rim of the cup.
Himchan growled. "I need a new bestfriend."
*
Two weeks more or less passed, and everything was starting to get back to normal. Daehyun had given up on the idea that Himchan would change his mind about him, so he just took what the other gave him without complaining. He guessed they had their own thing, in a way. Himchan had this feeling gnawing at him everytime he teased or insulted the younger. The internet called it guilt. The internet also said that by constantly offending the other, he was just trying to hide his latent affection and desire to be with him. Himchan hated the internet.
He also hated how the bed felt cold and empty, and how if he inhaled deeply enough, he still seemed to smell vanilla and spice on his pillow. And how he liked it.
One day, he got a bit too carried away with his teasing. Not that he would have noticed, but Daehyun kinda stood up and stormed away. Himchan looked down at his shoes, feeling Yongguk and Youngjae's eyes on him in the heavy silence.
"What," Himchan huffed, kicking at the grass. "I was kidding." He looked up, annoyed, and gulped. Yongguk was not even looking at him, but Youngjae...
Fuck, he looked scary. Himchan had seen Youngjae annoyed, frustrated, about to kick him in the face, but he looked truly pissed off right now, and it made Himchan fear for his life.
"What?" Youngjae scoffed, something akin to venom in his voice. "When will you just admit that you like him and stop hurting him? You're unbelievable, hyung," he said, grabbing his bag and leaving, still glaring daggers at Himchan.
Himchan felt his stomach drop.
"I like... what?" he squealed, looking at Yongguk, his eyes wide.
Yongguk thought he resembled a bit of a scared child, finding himself out in the open with his feelings for the first time. He just needed a little push. And that was Yongguk's job.
"Come on, Channie." Yongguk sighed, moving closer to his friend and patting the back of his head. "Just go find Daehyun and apologize, okay? You can figure everything else out later."
Himchan nodded, standing up and looking around himself in a daze. He looked down at Yongguk for courage, and Yongguk smiled at him, turning his head to the right direction.
*
Himchan found Daehyun sitting on a wall on the other side of the campus, his back against a column. He was looking down at his feet, so he probably didn't see Himchan walking up to him, and Himchan was grateful. He coughed a bit, and Daehyun lifted his head, a stream of different emotions running in his eyes. Surprise, confusion, hurt, finally setting on annoyance.
"What do you want, hyung?" Daehyun asked, crossing his arms on his chest. Himchan bit his lips.
What did he want? He himself didn't know.
"Listen," Himchan started, stepping closer to Daehyun, hovering over him. The younger glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to insult you. I didn't want to hurt you, or anything..."
Himchan apologized, but he knew that wasn't even remotely enough.
"I know I've been a dick to you since the first second, okay, and I'm sorry- I just, it's me, it's how I am! I am stupid and I am a dick and you are such a nice guy and... I don't know. You looked too nice, you know? So I just put my defense up and went all smartass on you but- I'm sorry, okay, I'm so sorry." He was rambling, Himchan knew he was rambling, but once he started he couldn't stop himself. Daehyun had turned to face him, though, and behind his poker face, Himchan was sure he could find some amusement, at least.
"Are you laughing at me?" Himchan asked, pouting. Daehyun tried to suppress his grin, but to no avail. Himchan smiled too.
"I'm sorry, Daehyun. I'm so sorry, but that night at the karaoke, you were so kind to me and you stayed in the morning to make sure I was okay, and only Yongguk does that for me and I thought... I thought that maybe you weren't too bad after all. But then I realized, woah, that's a bit too much for me, so I went all dick on you again and- yeah."
Himchan looked up from his hands at Daehyun, and the younger was smiling at him, and Himchan saw for the first time, without being scared, how sweet that smile looked when it was just for him. Without knowing, he stepped closer, and Daehyun craned his neck to look up at him.
"So maybe I don't hate you." Himchan murmured, and Daehyun's hair suddenly looked like a very interesting place to look at.
"And maybe I kinda like you." He added, his hands shakily finding their way to rest on Daehyun's shoulders.
"And maybe you kinda want to kiss me," Daehyun said, to which Himchan looked down at him, eyes wide. Daehyun smiled and rested his hands on Himchan's hips, pulling him a little closer, settled between his legs. "Because I kinda want to do that, too."
And Himchan, just for once, thought that being scared wasn't worth missing the chance. So he leaned down, and Daehyun leaned up, and their lips touched, and Daehyun's lips were soft, and plush, like pillows, and Himchan maybe wanted his own lips to always taste like Daehyun, and smell like Daehyun, of vanilla and spice, and he really hoped that Daehyun wanted the same.
"You are warm," Himchan whispered, parting from Daehyun's lips. He wrapped his arms around Daehyun's neck, snuggling closer to him, his nose buried in the soft, brown hair. "I like it."
"You also said I have a big chest, when you were drunk," Daehyun said, chuckling lightly in Himchan's arms.
"'You do," Himchan said, poking his head.
"And that I sing like an angel," Daehyun continued, snaking a hand in Himchan's hair, the other wrapped tightly around his waist, and lowering Himchan's head to his height to brush their lips together again, sweetly, Daehyun's tongue lightly tracing Himchan's lower lip and tangling with Himchan's, both of them smiling into the kiss.
"And that I'm cute."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Jung Daehyun," Himchan whispered, tugging at Daehyun's upper lip with his teeth. Daehyun chuckled, warm breath on Himchan's face.
He could definitely get used to this. To Daehyun's strong arms around his waist and his honey lips on his? Yes, he had no problem getting used to it.
"You touch yourself when you're drunk, hyung."
Maybe Kim Himchan and Jung Daehyun didn't completely and utterly despise each other. Maybe Kim Himchan liked Jung Daehyun, and Jung Daehyun liked Kim Himchan a bit too much.
Nevertheless, after that comment, Jung Daehyun got punched.
*
"Ah, look at them," Youngjae sighed happily, watching Himchan and Daehyun intent on sucking each other's faces not too far from where he was standing wih Yongguk.
"I'm happy this bullshit is over. Love always triumphs!" Youngjae cheered, throwing his hands in the air. Yongguk, on his side, furrowed his brows and put Youngjae's hands back down, but chuckled along.
"Yeah, I'm glad too." Yongguk said, smiling fondly. Youngjae grinned, and turned to poke Yongguk in the side.
"What'cha gonna do now, hyung? All alone, without Himchan."
That day, love triumphed. Nevertheless, after that comment, Yoo Youngjae got punched.
A/N: i know some things are not clear. the ages aren't canon: daehyun and youngjare are a bit older. college is nothing more than a setting, because i really know nothing about college, and i'm so sorry if it's totally inaccurate :(((( i tried to keep it as vague as possible. my banghim biasing is showing in like half of the fic (ops) but yongguk is totally straight in this fic. i swear. i wanted to try something different for daehyun's birthday, something funny and lighthearted, and i wrote this in 3 days, staying up 'till 5am and neglecting the books that i should be studying instead. this is the result, and if you liked it, here's a cookie. thank you to my brat mightymischief for challenging me, or this would have never been written.