Sparkling Pastries 12/? part II
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Sparkling Pastries
HAEHYUK, NC-17, romance, smut.
SUMMARY: Hyukjae found the light that his life spark was waiting.
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On Saturday he did go to work, because he had to, and because if he didn’t his parents, or mostly his mother, would start with questions and worries again, so after having a healthy, delicious and vast breakfast with his parents he departed to work with ease, cauze in some way the time being with them helped him to destress a little, that and the call from the previous night.
When work was done instead of taking his usual route to home he took the same as the day before, towards his parents’, which wasn’t all that far.
They had homemade dinner again, this time it was prepared by both of his parents while he just looked carefully at them, feeling useless that he didn’t know how to cook a simple meal so he could cook something for Donghae later, he bit his lower lip at the thought of the other man, remembering the time he taught him how to bake a cake, he really remembered nothing whatsoever but how to turn on the oven (no pun intended.) And the memories, still fresh in his mind as he replays them every morning/night he goes to the bathroom, sent electricity down his body causing him almost to moan out loud in front of his parents, he shifted uncomfortably in his place and excused himself to take some air outside in the backyard.
Sunday was already getting him bored, because he is used to wake up early since always, it was like a tradition in the Lee’s house, so the three members of the family spent their time doing casual house chores and spending quality time, but after lunch and with nothing else to do besides taking a shower after getting extremely sweated because gardening work he did for his mother, he was utterly tired and bored to death, he was counting the hours, minutes even seconds as he stared blankly at the TV widescreen, already dressed in his favorite pair of pajamas, that to tell the truth didn’t fit him anymore, the sleeves didn’t reach his wrists, and you could see almost half shin of his legs, Hyukjae found it still downright snug as he laid back in the soft sofa of the living room.
In his daydreaming he failed to hear the bell ringing or the door being opened or closed, or even the clad steps of someone approaching...him, until a dark shadow blocked the dim light from the twilight that was lighting him up softly.
Hyukjae looked up absentmindedly at the form that darkened his sight just to widen his eyes at the look of a very handsome and tall man, looking slightly older than him by few years, dressed in a perfectly neat and ironed suit, yet it was styled and probably from a famous and exclusive designer brand looking back at him with amusing eyes and a playful yet mischievous smirk on his lips.
“Hyukjae? Is this really you?” Came the husky yet witty voice from the man, “is this a dream or memory from adolescence?” The man said as he eyed the pajama.
Hyukjae was speechless, his mouth hanging wide open as he stared at the man, a quick look at his whole appearance and his whole gaze centered in the face, a face he knew almost by memory after almost living with the man all his life. Yet it seemed different from the last time he saw him, say 7 years, more mature, and definitely a whole more good-looking.
“Jin Hyuk?” He uttered, almost stuttering, but it’s at least understandable to other ears.
“What are you doing here?” The man, named Jinhyuk, asked, the excitement -it sounded as that- flowing in his tone.
Hyukjae regained his senses, closed his mouth and swallowed the drool that was in his mouth, shook his head and tried to control the fits in his brain and the heat in his cheeks, because, yes, it was embarrassing to be caught like that, dressed in a childish pajama.
“What are you doing here?” He asked back.
“I’m just back from London, and passed by to greet aunties, didn’t know you’d be here, Hyukjae, come here, I missed you.”
Hyukjae didn’t know what to do when the taller man, almost by a feet, enveloped him between his arms and snuggled him tightly. He was debating between throwing the man away, something that he denied he was unable to do, because, let’s face it, Hyukjae was like a tiny ant beside the much buffer than him man; or between just give in and hug him back. In the end Hyukjae did nothing, finally breathing again when he was released from the embrace.
“Oh, you already met.” Hyukjae heard his mother’s voice getting closer and he looked at the direction finding both his parents with a smile on their face as they saw the two young men.
The woman got closer to Hyukjae, standing very near him, as Hyukjae kept his distance with Jinhyuk.
“Hey, son, don’t you think it is time for you to start looking for a partner?” His mom whispered in his ear as he side eyed the taller man.
“Mom!” Hyukjae gritted his teeth.
“What? Didn’t you say you kissed him and wanted to marry him?” She whispered again, the tease sounding in her voice.
“Mom, I was twelve, okay?!”
His mother laughed loudly, sardonically almost, and left his son’s side.
“Oh, Jinhyuk you look more handsome than last year, son, do not you think so, Hyukjae?”
She looked back at Hyukjae, a smirk on her lips.
Jinhyuk just laughed along, “Thanks, auntie, but I can say the same about you.”
The pair kept laughing as Hyukjae sighed and went upstairs directly to his room.
He opened the fragile wide wall door in a corner of his room and stepped outside the balcony, looking at nothing between the roofs of luxury houses and the stars already showing in the sky.
He heard little yet certain steps that stopped just beside him. He didn’t say anything, already knowing who was next to him, he kept glancing at the sky, the pattern almost mirroring its own from his pajamas, it brought him a laugh.
“Hey, dad” His voice came softer than he intended to.
“There is already someone else.” His father commented, it was not a question, nor a sentence in doubt, it was an affirmative statement that allowed no denials on it.
Hyukjae then diverted his gaze from the horizon, looking thunderstruck at the man he called father.
“How do you…”
His father snorted giving him a look that intended to say anything there.
“Women may not be able to understand us, men, but between males it’s an easy task.”