Youngjae woke up due to a heavy weight on his hip, something he hadn't felt since Junhong had gotten terribly drunk and ended up sleeping over at his place, clinging onto Youngjae as if he was some rag doll. But Youngjae couldn't remember going out with Junhong for quite some time now, nor drinking with him all that often as the boy had only gone off age not all that long ago and he didn't fancy the process of getting drunk after that one time.

Feeling the very obvious headache pounding on his skull, Youngjae opts on opening his eyes, letting the sun crack through his lids and a soft groan left his throat as the weight on his hip got heavier, pulling Youngjae into a warm embrace. Admittedly, Youngjae sobered up during his tight sleep, warmth encircling his body and the comfort of someone laying behind him, hugging him tightly with gentle care. The thought of what, or who exactly pulled him into the land of dreams distressed Youngjae, his eyes widening as he felt Daehyun's hand pull him closer, his body entangled with Daehyun's who was still soundly sleeping with Youngjae in his arms, soft breaths escaping those puffy lips.

What have I done? , , , Youngjae, what the .

Tears threatened to roll down his cheeks, his fists were clenched and Youngjae couldn't believe how the alcohol had loosened him up that much to dive into the inviting arms of Daehyun. Those strong arms which were holding onto his hips so tightly the last night, pulling Youngjae onto Daehyun's until tears of pleasure were dangling above his waterline. Looking back over his shoulder, Youngjae saw Daehyun's calm face, he looked so harmless like that, as if any worry had been forgotten with Youngjae in his arms. It hurt him to see the older man like that, it hurt Youngjae to know that Daehyun was who he wanted to wake up to, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his soft neck, inhaling his manly scent. Everything Youngjae had fought against had crushed his armor rapidly, tearing those walls down that Youngjae had tried to put up against Daehyun because he knew that Daehyun would be able to destroy them.

It was so pathetic that with only a bit of alcohol, Daehyun was able to permeate his built up facade, crashing everything to the ground and amid the procedure of doing so, his pride too. He hated himself for giving in so easily, he knew he would one day, which explained why Youngjae hadn't even put up much of a fight. Yet it still hurt to admit that Youngjae liked the warmth Daehyun's body gave, the way Daehyun was breathing onto his neck and Youngjae liked the hands resting on his hips and running down to his smooth stomach, pulling him closer and closer into Daehyun's embrace.

But he couldn't like it. He knew he did and yet wanted to find the strength to resist a loving embrace, visible veins running down strong arms which held him with a gentleness he would never have dreamed about.

Silently, Youngjae moved away from Daehyun, he retreated the arm that was slung around his waist, warm fingertips resting above his hipbone and he felt the warmth leave his body and heart. Sitting upright on the bed he'd spent too many nights in threw Youngjae off guard. It may had been a year ago, Youngjae swaying out of the bar with Daehyun securing him in a cold December night, Youngjae waking up with blurred memories, outworn, just like old photographs, the clock turning their colors into gray. It hurt, oh how much it hurt, to fight against yourself it was like a candle burning down inside of Youngjae's ribcage.

And Daehyun's hand on his wrist was like a wave crashing against his skin, extinguishing the flame inside, yet burning his flesh until it hurt.

"Youngjae." Daehyun's voice was scratchy, husky from sleep and deeper than usual. Youngjae's never heard him speak directly after waking up and he knew for sure that he himself looked like a hot mess, but when he turned around he saw Daehyun with the white blanket pooling around his waist, honey drizzled skin in contrast to the baby blue skies outside, a shock of messy, dirty blond hair and dark eyes pleadingly looking at him. "Don't do this." Youngjae's heart dropped to the depths of his stomach, the candle was so close to burning out. "Please."

Daehyun pulled Youngjae onto the bed again, the younger boy was too tired to fight back, to hate Daehyun for treating him like fine china, as if he was something so precious to him, Youngjae couldn't fathom how. Up against Daehyun's chest, his head held close to his heart and in between big, protective hands, Youngjae could feel Daehyun littering small kissed on his hair as he was being cradled up in between Daehyun's hands. He was safe but still felt as if Daehyun was tearing out every thread one by one from his skin, till his bones felt embarrassed by all the attention.

Without him paying attention to it, Daehyun gathered all their clothing articles from the wooden floor, throwing some in the laundry basket after deeming them too dirty to wear and got a new shirt and a pair of sweatpants for Youngjae to wear. Returning to a defiant Youngjae, he had him sitting on the edge of the mattress, gently lifting his arms above his head before Daehyun slipped a plain, long sleeved shirt over his head, tugging it down and fixing a few messy strands of hair without saying a word.

It felt too natural to both of them to even utter a single sentence. When they were fully dressed, Daehyun took Youngjae's hand in his and led him into the kitchen, motioning for him to sit down at the counter and wait for Daehyun to prepare whatever breakfast he was able to with the little ingredients in his fridge.

Getting lost in his own thoughts, Youngjae didn't feel Daehyun sitting down next to him nor the hand that was hesitantly reaching out for his neck, wanting to caress the soft skin there, to get Youngjae's attention but little did he know, he could only imagine, how scared Daehyun was to lose him.

"Hey, I made coffee." Daehyun's voice drew Youngjae back to reality, meeting dark, chocolate brown eyes with such warmth he nearly lost his balance if it weren't for the hand resting against his back.

"Oh, um. I can't drink coffee." He felt uncertain if he wanted to tell Daehyun that anything that included caffeine had his blood running cold and would lead to anxiety attacks. Youngjae didn't even know if the two of them knew each other all that well, it felt terrible that after being friends for months, Daehyun didn't know those small personality traits of Youngjae which made him him. Simple things such as, Youngjae preferred to drink green tea because he felt it was healthier for his body and didn't trouble his skin like coffee did.

"Oh." With a defeated look, Daehyun carried the second mug to the sink, his shoulders hanging a little low. "I also have some tea here? If you want?"

"Yeah, Green Tea maybe?"

"Sure." Taking out another cup from one of the glass cabinets, Daehyun prepared the water and a small, organic bag with tea in it, glancing over to Youngjae who was sitting with his back to him. His small stature halfway disappearing in the loose shirt, his fingers curling up beneath the sleeves,

Daehyun was so in love.

Waiting for the water to boil, Daehyun couldn't help but to worry about how Youngjae felt, how tense the atmosphere between them was at the moment and wonder if Youngjae would leave after their small breakfast and never come back. He couldn't handle that, he'd never be able to live with himself without a proper apology nor with Youngjae leaving him when he had made clear that this was what he wanted. Daehyun wasn't stupid, he knew that consuming alcohol never lead people to be able to freely lie, no, Youngjae had been talking nothing but the truth the last night.

"Look," Gripping the edges of the counter behind him, Daehyun closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, "Youngjae, I didn't mean to-"

Abruptly, without waiting for Daehyun's answer, Youngjae stood up, locking eyes with the older man and compliantly lowering his head. "No, it's fine." Youngjae sounded tired, and all Daehyun wanted to do was go up to him and embrace Youngjae in between his arms, press him close to his body and plead. He didn't. "It wasn't your fault to begin with."

"Youngjae, I didn't-"

"It really is, it's fine. It was a mistake" A sad smile graced Youngjae's lips and Daehyun shut off the water boiler to stride over to where Youngjae was standing, his gaze fixed on one of the huge windows to avoid Daehyun's piercing stare. "I, I really should go."

His soft voice was a sound which triggered Daehyun the most, he was on the edge of slamming Youngjae against the concrete wall but couldn't scare Youngjae away. But as Youngjae turned around to head for the door, Daehyun snapped. He simply did not want to tolerate such behavior even if ti was coming from Youngjae.

"Youngjae!"

Grabbing Youngjae's thin wrist, Daehyun hurled him around and pressed his slim body up against the counter, the hard material harshly digging into Youngjae's backside. Chest to chest, Youngjae lost sight of what he had planned to do, Daehyun's masculine scent invading his every vein, the dark eyes holding him in place as he didn't even struggle against the strong hold on his wait. Daehyun's hands found their way from there downwards, sliding down to Youngjae's rear and squeezing the soft globes with such force, Youngjae mewled in surprise and his slender fingers gripped onto the front of Daehyun's shirt.

"You liked it, don't deny it." Daehyun whispered into his ear, softly massaging his cheeks in between those rough hands. "You liked me ing your cute little hole, my pounding into you so good." Hearing those small whimpers erupt from in between Youngjae's plump lips, Daehyun continued to haughtily pinch Youngjae's , loving how he turned the younger one into a quavering mess in seconds.

"I'm done playing nice, Youngjae." Daehyun's fat lips grazed Youngjae's, softly nibbling onto the peach colored flesh and earning small, pleasurable sobs. "You want this."

Without hesitance, Daehyun crashed their lips together in a heated kiss. Youngjae's lips slightly opened after genuinely pressing their lips together, sealing them in a passionate lip lock with teeth clashing and saliva glistening on red, bitten flesh. Their kiss deepened and Youngjae found his way into Daehyun blond locks, tangling his fingers up in between the soft strands, pulling Daehyun closer by the neck, because he did. He wanted this so badly he was nearly going insane.

Daehyun's hands found their way to Youngjae's slim hips once again, pressing his own body against Youngjae's as he pulled the younger closer and closer, until little to no space was left in between their chests. Their lips molded against the others in such perfection, Youngjae wondered why he'd ever deny Daehyun, smoothly gripping onto Daehyun's hair to tug him closer. 

In need of air, Daehyun parted from Youngjae, relishing in the sensual moan that left Youngjae's parted pair of glistening red lips, abused from Daehyun's own pair. Looking up to see Youngjae's half-lidded, lascivious eyes staring right back at him, Daehyun leaned his forehead against Youngjae's, cupping his cheeks and littering gentle kisses onto Youngjae's lips again.

Wanting more of the younger, Daehyun dragged Youngjae to the couch, heaving him up into his lap and grabbing a hold of Youngjae's bum to pull him against himself, having their clothed crotches rub against the other's and create delicious friction Daehyun has been yearning for for months before the last night. Wrapping his arms around Daehyun's neck, Youngjae pressed his lips upon Daehyun's and the soft, ragged breaths that had been filling the air stopped once lustful sounds of lips molding and deep groans replaced them.

A deep moan left Daehyun's lips as Youngjae was grinding his half onto his and their lips parted. Looking up at Youngjae's soft pink stained face, he couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of him. Youngjae had always had such an unfathomable aura around himself and Daehyun found himself lost in debris whilst looking at the beautiful man in front of him.

His beautiful, almond eyes ending in a pretty wing at the end, his moist lips and high cheeks that bloomed in the most wondrous colors any flower would have been jealous of.

The passionate make out session suddenly turned into something mellow, Youngjae was mewling from the soft caresses Daehyun placed upon his frail body. Softly starting to nibble at Youngjae's jawline, Daehyun went further south, placing feathery kisses down Youngjae's neck, leaving a single, soft peck onto the beauty mark in the crook of his neck. The gorgeous, flushed skin had Daehyun in a daze as he captured Youngjae's swollen lips, grazing his teeth against them and taking it in between them. Parting once again, they gazed into each others eyes, harsh breaths tickling the other's lips as Daehyun slid his arms around Youngjae's frame, tightening the grip he had on Youngjae.

"I'm so in love with you, Youngjae."

"Daehyun. I-"

Nudging Youngjae to lean his head onto his shoulder, Daehyun caressed the younger one's soft strands of pitch black hair, holding him tightly. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." Littering little pecks onto Youngjae's cheeks and eyelids, Daehyun held his face in between his hands, looking at the dazzling boy sitting in his lap. "It's okay, just, please don't go."

Youngjae only nodded, curling up in Daehyun's lap with his arms still slung around the older one's neck.

"Let me take you out on a date." Daehyun whispered against Youngjae's ear, his nose pressing into Youngjae's soft cheek.

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(This is around 2000 words shorter than all the other chapters but.) [THIS IS UNBETA'D BC I'M TIRED AND SHOULD STUDY MATHS]

this is it. I'm really sad but super happy at the same time and if you want to hear me rant, go ahead:

1. bc this was supposed to be a oneshot, I apologize for the abrupt ending but it felt right to end it there
2. imagine that they r going to be the most cheesiest couple and Junhong teases them all the time and a salty Jaebum is left aside somewhere (don't get me wrong I actually love Jaebum)
3. they end homophobia in their circle of friends (ay)

Can I be, like, super sappy? Thank you all for always commenting and being the sweetest people I could have encountered. Thank you thank you thank you for all the love this story has received.♡

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I'm currently working on the sequel to a One Shot I've written in January called Locked Out and also another One Shot that hopefully will be up soon after my exam on Tuesday, called Screen

Please check out my other Daejae stories if you want to ^^ I hope to see you all soon ~

Bye bye~