We create our fate every day we live 1/?
It was so warm.
Like really, really warm.
It was the kind of heat you could feel when it was really sunny and hot outside and you were stuck in a room with closed windows.
Jiyong shifted underneath the covers and blinked. The sun was shining through the window so he figured in his haze that it was morning already. He lifted his head to glare at the light before he dropped down under the covers, trying to hide from it. With a yawn and a sigh he wondered idly if he could stay in bed all day and ducked his head. Suddenly he touched something firm in front of him.
“What…” he opened his eyes again and frowned at the strange object. The object in front of him was Seunghyun who was lying there silently with an arm on his waist. Seunghyun was breathing softly and didn’t move even though Jiyong froze on the spot, quickly recovering from his sleepy state. The events from the previous night flashed through his mind and he blushed. He wanted to squirm or shake his head or just hide forever so nobody could find him, but he resisted so that he wouldn’t wake the older man in the middle of his little panic attack.
A moment later he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and it almost woke Seunghyun. Jiyong gritted his teeth as his situation suddenly became much clearer. Apparently he was naked, he observed while looking down. Luckily he was underneath the covers and Seunghyun was lying on top of it.
So he’d confessed to his friend, no big deal. They had sex, no problem. They were in love, which was…, more of a problem. Actually it was a huge issue and Jiyong couldn’t resist flailing anymore and let out a groan as he hid his face with his hands.
“Please stop moving so much,” a deep morning voice rumbled right next to his ear and he gasped. “I just want to sleep.” Jiyong peeked through his fingers and looked at his face. Seunghyun was still lying there with his eyes closed but awake. Apparently he went out at night with Daesung to cheer for him while he starred in some variety show. Just so that he wouldn’t be alone. The younger man couldn’t contain his grin as he listened to Seunghyun talk about the show and how Daesung tried way too hard to be funny.
While gazing at Sunghyun’s face for what seemed like an eternity he felt a sudden urge to touch his flawless face. He could do that now right? They were practically lovers now and he was the naked one, so he would be at a disadvantage anyway if Seunghyun wanted to beat him for being an ass. Slowly he raised his hand and reached out towards his face.
Seunghyun tensed when his fingers came in contact with his skin and slowly opened his eyes with a stare that practically had Jiyong melting on the spot. It was intense and it had Jiyong almost stuttering even though he didn’t even speak. But he wouldn’t back down easily and continued feeling and caressing the soft cheek. The older man slightly leaned into his hand and Jiyong sighed.
“I should find some clothes,” Jiyong said regretfully and sat up, the covers sliding down from his torso. “And maybe take a shower…” He felt kind of dirty and even though every damn cell in his body told him to stay in bed, he wanted to take a take a shower even more. There was still the issue of him being naked and he didn’t really want to walk around the room naked even though it was only Seunghyun who could see him. That made it even more embarrassing.
“Hyung”
“What?”
“I’m going to get up now, so please don’t look.”
“…”
“Don’t look at me like that, it’s embarrassing to walk around naked.” He tried to make a point even though his face was heating up.
“Ji, in one night I saw places of your body you can’t even see,” Seunghyun said matter of factly and rolled over so that he was lying on his back closing his eyes. “So there’s nothing to worry about.”
Jiyong wanted to hit him so bad. That bastard, acting as if it was no big deal, he still had his pride damn it.
“Fucker,” he threw a pillow at his face and quickly picked up some underwear and a t-shirt before he ran to the bathroom. He could hear the older man’s laugh from the other side of the door.
……
After he finished his shower he walked out to find Seunghyun lying on the bed still. Jiyong stood in front of the bed and looked at him. He had known him long enough to know when he wasn’t sleeping.
“Hyung, get up,” he kicked the bed. “Let’s go out and eat!”
“You sound like a little kid,” Seunghyun slowly rose from the bed while rubbing his face with his hand. As he walked past Jiyong who was silently fuming, he stole a kiss before walking away from him. It was quick but still managed to make Jiyong’s stomach flip.
“Put on some clothes before I take you back to bed,” he laughed and walked out of the room to wash his face. Not used to being treated like this, Jiyong stood still blushing for a few moments before he gathered his wits and went into his oversized closet.
Yet again had Seungri stolen the jacket he wanted to wear and he was forced to find something else. He would make Seungri pay later though. Deciding on something simple like a t-shirt with a print of Michael Jackson and skinny jeans, he went to the kitchen and found Seunghyun waiting by the counter.
“Ready to leave?”
Jiyong grinned as the older man scanned him with his eyes. Seunghyun was dressed casually. Casually for him at least. He was wearing a black suit jacket, a white t-shirt underneath and jeans. It looked far too attractive on him and Jiyong almost wished that he could look equally good in clothes like that.
“Yeah,” the younger man replied and went over to straighten Seunghyun’s collar before putting his shoes on.
“We really need to talk you know, over breakfast.”
“Yeah, I know.”
TBC