Story in the Making [17/?]
Welp! I told you within a day's time didn't I? Twice as long as the previous one and three times as delicious~
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Weeks later, Daehyun was still plagued by the kiss that he felt across his collarbone and he couldn’t even place why. His fingers would brush it every now and then if he wasn’t paying attention and he would find himself getting lost imagining Youngjae’s lips. It was a terrible habit that Daehyun didn’t have the heart to make himself break it. Not when he was reminded of something so…tender and special that he wasn’t even aware in what way it was those things.
Such as was the case now. Daehyun was sitting on his bed in the room that he shared with Youngjae, his fingers brushing over the place where he had been kissed. His eyes were distant as he was lost in thought, not realizing that Youngjae had been trying to get his attention after holding up part of a conversation that Daehyun hadn’t been paying attention to.
“Mister!” Youngjae snapped, sounding annoyed and it was enough to startle Daehyun out of his thoughts. The elder man looked up in shock as he hadn’t expected to be yelled at in such a way, even if he had been unintentionally ignoring his best friend.
“-huh?”
“I was talking to you! Did you not hear a thing I said?” He had his arms crossed over his chest and his face was set in an expression that Daehyun would give anything to never see directed at him. Seeing Youngjae pissed was one of the scariest things he had ever experienced. And anyone who thought otherwise was full of shit. “And if you say “no”, then you’re sleeping out on the couch.”
Oh my god, we sound like an old married couple, Daehyun thought to himself as he smiled sheepishly. Though, he knew better than to be smart-mouthed with a pissy Youngjae, not if you wanted to sleep in the same room with him without being woken up by some clatter that was highly inappropriate and uncalled for but a way that Youngjae could make someone pay for being so disrespectful to him. Daehyun licked his lips as he looked to the man he called his best friend, though was questioning their relationship as of late even if that was unfair on Youngjae’s part. “I’d really, really like if I could sleep on my bed tonight?”
Youngjae took one look at the pout that Daehyun was giving him with those pleading eyes and those lips…fuck, those lips. It was impossible not to give in as easily as he had. “Fine. But seriously, mister, what were you thinking about? You’ve been…distant for a while now…” Obviously, this was something that had been weighing on Youngjae’s mind for a while now. He chewed his lip just slightly, drawing his friend’s attention without even realizing it. He had long since forgotten about that thing he had done when he was upset. The thing that had been on Daehyun’s mind almost daily for weeks now. The thing that Daehyun still thought about when he was close to his best friend. But it was also a thing that he hadn’t thought twice about, hadn’t really considered to be of any consequence because of how close they were as friends. That thing wasn’t something that he had thought would be eating away at Daehyun for weeks to come. “Did…I do something wrong?”
Daehyun had actually gotten distracted again and so at that soft-spoken question, his eyes widened. His gaze lifted from those soft lips that had touched his skin and to the eyes of his friend that were filled with worry and concern, hesitance and guilt for something that he didn’t even feel. How could his best friend think that…no. Wait-“No, Youngjae…my precious boy.” As of late as well, Daehyun began to say “my” instead of just the name that he had given the younger man months ago. It wasn’t something that was a conscious thing. Though, if Daehyun were to think about it, he would notice that the possessiveness started around the same time the moment that plagued his mind did. “How could you think that you did anything wrong?”
The elder man rose from the bed and moved towards his best friend. They were less than an arm’s length away and already reaching for each other. This happened more often than not and neither had to give it any thought. But there was a part of Daehyun questioning why this was so. Daehyun’s hands settled on the smaller man’s hips as they often did. Youngjae’s hands settled on his best friend’s large biceps as they always did. It was natural for them to take such a position with one another.
“I just…you don’t look at me as much anymore and we haven’t gone up to the roof together in weeks.” There was so much going on in Youngjae’s mind. So much fear because he believed that he had done something wrong to make his best friend less willing to spend time with him. He had been putting up a front because it made it easier to deal with, but it was hard to pretend like he hadn’t noticed the way that Daehyun didn’t look at him for as long, or look to him as much. It hurt, even if Youngjae had been unwilling to admit it up until that point.
“Your lips,” Was something that fell from Daehyun’s mouth before he could even help himself. And until Youngjae questioned him, he didn’t even realize it. It was this position, where they were so close and nearly the same height that Daehyun’s eyes had dropped down to his best friend’s mouth to watch him form words as he spoke. It obviously caused him to experience a mind-blank-unable to properly think through anything that came from his own mouth.
“My lips? What about them? Do I have toothpaste on them?” He lifted a hand from Daehyun’s arm to brush them across his mouth to attempt to clean off whatever the elder man was staring at. The action only brought Daehyun’s attention to them to become more focused, more centralized on the sensual way the lips parted and how his hand brushed over them, so alluring and yet…
Before Youngjae could rub them too hard, Daehyun lifted his hand to wrap it around Youngjae’s wrist to pull his hand away. He still hadn’t spoken. He didn’t know how he was supposed to react to that. How could he tell his best friend that for weeks he had been imagining pressing their lips together, touching him intimately and doing what he had been asking about well over a month ago? That wasn’t something you brought up to your best friend and expected them to be okay with. Not in this day and age in this country.
“Mister?” Youngjae asked with confusion, a tone of confusion and uncertainty in his voice which had gotten softer as he was waiting patiently for an explanation. He didn’t pull away because he had no reason not to trust the elder man. He just didn’t understand what it was Daehyun was doing or thinking at that moment. Which didn’t happen often given how well Youngjae liked to think that he knew the man who was now staring at him almost hungrily.
“Sh,” Daehyun whispered, their bodies so close and their breaths all that filled the silence between them. It was a tense moment that passes into a long minute, both of their breaths halting.
Youngjae had been thinking about this for a long time, but had never wanted to admit it to himself because he didn’t want to cross into territory that he couldn’t come back from. He didn’t want to ruin what was already an amazing relationship with a man that he was okay with loving from afar-even if he wouldn’t allow that man to love anyone else.
Daehyun, on the other hand, wasn’t as well-versed in the sort of thoughts and desire that were running through him at the moment. He may have been thinking about this for weeks, but he still hadn’t come to terms with this and surely hadn’t put together the fact that Youngjae’s want of him was obvious if one just looked close enough once they knew all the facts like Daehyun so obviously did.
Moments later, he turned away and went back to bed, shutting off his bedside lamp and waiting for Youngjae to do the same. It was such a quick moment that Youngjae was left speechless, frozen stock-still as he hadn’t thought that Daehyun would just walk away of all things one could do in a situation like that. Of all the things that one could do…
Daehyun was sure that he had made a mistake somewhere along the line but he had no idea where and how and why and what the fuck he was supposed to do to fix it. He just knew that the next morning, he would be taking a cold shower for sure.
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Weeks later, Daehyun was still plagued by the kiss that he felt across his collarbone and he couldn’t even place why. His fingers would brush it every now and then if he wasn’t paying attention and he would find himself getting lost imagining Youngjae’s lips. It was a terrible habit that Daehyun didn’t have the heart to make himself break it. Not when he was reminded of something so…tender and special that he wasn’t even aware in what way it was those things.
Such as was the case now. Daehyun was sitting on his bed in the room that he shared with Youngjae, his fingers brushing over the place where he had been kissed. His eyes were distant as he was lost in thought, not realizing that Youngjae had been trying to get his attention after holding up part of a conversation that Daehyun hadn’t been paying attention to.
“Mister!” Youngjae snapped, sounding annoyed and it was enough to startle Daehyun out of his thoughts. The elder man looked up in shock as he hadn’t expected to be yelled at in such a way, even if he had been unintentionally ignoring his best friend.
“-huh?”
“I was talking to you! Did you not hear a thing I said?” He had his arms crossed over his chest and his face was set in an expression that Daehyun would give anything to never see directed at him. Seeing Youngjae pissed was one of the scariest things he had ever experienced. And anyone who thought otherwise was full of shit. “And if you say “no”, then you’re sleeping out on the couch.”
Oh my god, we sound like an old married couple, Daehyun thought to himself as he smiled sheepishly. Though, he knew better than to be smart-mouthed with a pissy Youngjae, not if you wanted to sleep in the same room with him without being woken up by some clatter that was highly inappropriate and uncalled for but a way that Youngjae could make someone pay for being so disrespectful to him. Daehyun licked his lips as he looked to the man he called his best friend, though was questioning their relationship as of late even if that was unfair on Youngjae’s part. “I’d really, really like if I could sleep on my bed tonight?”
Youngjae took one look at the pout that Daehyun was giving him with those pleading eyes and those lips…fuck, those lips. It was impossible not to give in as easily as he had. “Fine. But seriously, mister, what were you thinking about? You’ve been…distant for a while now…” Obviously, this was something that had been weighing on Youngjae’s mind for a while now. He chewed his lip just slightly, drawing his friend’s attention without even realizing it. He had long since forgotten about that thing he had done when he was upset. The thing that had been on Daehyun’s mind almost daily for weeks now. The thing that Daehyun still thought about when he was close to his best friend. But it was also a thing that he hadn’t thought twice about, hadn’t really considered to be of any consequence because of how close they were as friends. That thing wasn’t something that he had thought would be eating away at Daehyun for weeks to come. “Did…I do something wrong?”
Daehyun had actually gotten distracted again and so at that soft-spoken question, his eyes widened. His gaze lifted from those soft lips that had touched his skin and to the eyes of his friend that were filled with worry and concern, hesitance and guilt for something that he didn’t even feel. How could his best friend think that…no. Wait-“No, Youngjae…my precious boy.” As of late as well, Daehyun began to say “my” instead of just the name that he had given the younger man months ago. It wasn’t something that was a conscious thing. Though, if Daehyun were to think about it, he would notice that the possessiveness started around the same time the moment that plagued his mind did. “How could you think that you did anything wrong?”
The elder man rose from the bed and moved towards his best friend. They were less than an arm’s length away and already reaching for each other. This happened more often than not and neither had to give it any thought. But there was a part of Daehyun questioning why this was so. Daehyun’s hands settled on the smaller man’s hips as they often did. Youngjae’s hands settled on his best friend’s large biceps as they always did. It was natural for them to take such a position with one another.
“I just…you don’t look at me as much anymore and we haven’t gone up to the roof together in weeks.” There was so much going on in Youngjae’s mind. So much fear because he believed that he had done something wrong to make his best friend less willing to spend time with him. He had been putting up a front because it made it easier to deal with, but it was hard to pretend like he hadn’t noticed the way that Daehyun didn’t look at him for as long, or look to him as much. It hurt, even if Youngjae had been unwilling to admit it up until that point.
“Your lips,” Was something that fell from Daehyun’s mouth before he could even help himself. And until Youngjae questioned him, he didn’t even realize it. It was this position, where they were so close and nearly the same height that Daehyun’s eyes had dropped down to his best friend’s mouth to watch him form words as he spoke. It obviously caused him to experience a mind-blank-unable to properly think through anything that came from his own mouth.
“My lips? What about them? Do I have toothpaste on them?” He lifted a hand from Daehyun’s arm to brush them across his mouth to attempt to clean off whatever the elder man was staring at. The action only brought Daehyun’s attention to them to become more focused, more centralized on the sensual way the lips parted and how his hand brushed over them, so alluring and yet…
Before Youngjae could rub them too hard, Daehyun lifted his hand to wrap it around Youngjae’s wrist to pull his hand away. He still hadn’t spoken. He didn’t know how he was supposed to react to that. How could he tell his best friend that for weeks he had been imagining pressing their lips together, touching him intimately and doing what he had been asking about well over a month ago? That wasn’t something you brought up to your best friend and expected them to be okay with. Not in this day and age in this country.
“Mister?” Youngjae asked with confusion, a tone of confusion and uncertainty in his voice which had gotten softer as he was waiting patiently for an explanation. He didn’t pull away because he had no reason not to trust the elder man. He just didn’t understand what it was Daehyun was doing or thinking at that moment. Which didn’t happen often given how well Youngjae liked to think that he knew the man who was now staring at him almost hungrily.
“Sh,” Daehyun whispered, their bodies so close and their breaths all that filled the silence between them. It was a tense moment that passes into a long minute, both of their breaths halting.
Youngjae had been thinking about this for a long time, but had never wanted to admit it to himself because he didn’t want to cross into territory that he couldn’t come back from. He didn’t want to ruin what was already an amazing relationship with a man that he was okay with loving from afar-even if he wouldn’t allow that man to love anyone else.
Daehyun, on the other hand, wasn’t as well-versed in the sort of thoughts and desire that were running through him at the moment. He may have been thinking about this for weeks, but he still hadn’t come to terms with this and surely hadn’t put together the fact that Youngjae’s want of him was obvious if one just looked close enough once they knew all the facts like Daehyun so obviously did.
Moments later, he turned away and went back to bed, shutting off his bedside lamp and waiting for Youngjae to do the same. It was such a quick moment that Youngjae was left speechless, frozen stock-still as he hadn’t thought that Daehyun would just walk away of all things one could do in a situation like that. Of all the things that one could do…
Daehyun was sure that he had made a mistake somewhere along the line but he had no idea where and how and why and what the fuck he was supposed to do to fix it. He just knew that the next morning, he would be taking a cold shower for sure.
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