Part 1 - Chapter 7
I Wanna Love7
Niel rolled over as he began to wake. The bedroom was bright with sunlight and he buried his face beneath the pillow to escape it. He was still tired, but now his bladder tugged at him to get up he knew he wouldn’t sleep any longer. With a sigh and a stretch, he sat up and shuffled to the bathroom. Byunghun was long gone, he had left early that morning to open the café. Niel had woken briefly before falling back to sleep when Byunghun had left.
Flopping back onto his bed Niel wondered what he should do with his day. There was nothing he needed to do, except maybe some laundry but that could wait. He checked his phone and found no messages or calls. With another sigh, he got to his feet again. He would spend the day gaming. Why not?
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Changhyun’s face was pressed into a broad chest; no light seeped into where his eyes were hidden but he woke anyway. With a little moan, he wriggled closer to Jonghyun and tried to go back to sleep. His brain refused to return to oblivion and Changhyun stayed awake. Instead he inhaled Jonghyun’s scent and recalled the previous evening. Automatically he wriggled with delight.
“Mmm.” The noise rumbled through Jonghyun’s chest.
“Morning.” Changhyun mumbled in reply, placing a kiss over Jonghyun’s bone.
“Morning.” Jonghyun replied and rolled onto his back, taking Changhyun with him in his arms. “Did you sleep well?”
“When I got there, I did.” Changhyun replied, now laying across Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun’s hand his back and he closed his eyes blissfully.
“Me too.” Jonghyun sighed, closing his eyes to sleep again.
Changhyun walked his fingers along Jonghyun’s waist idly. They ventured from navel to hipbone before making small steps over his taut stomach and across each rib. Jonghyun smiled with his eyes still closed. The fingers continued their journey up over his pectoral where they stopped on his collarbone. They paused before back-tracking over the peck muscle and tweaking Jonghyun’s .
Jonghyun twitched in shock and let out a little cry.
“Hey!” He said with a mixture of laughter and irritation. He raised his head to look down at Changhyun. Changhyun looked back with his dimpled smile. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Changhyun shrugged clumsily and propped himself up on his elbows. With a little effort, he leant over and gave Jonghyun a kiss.
“Oh, now I have to pee.” Changhyun said absently and began to climb from the bed.
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Byunghun checked the line of multi-coloured post-its on his coffee machine, reviewing the order he was making and estimating how much milk he needed for the next few. The café was a bustle of people; some who clearly hadn’t been home the night before, some who were on their way to tour the island and needed caffeine, some local regulars.
With efficient movements, he churned out coffee after coffee, aiming to keep each and every one perfect. Silky milk and crema mixed through to make designs in the tops before Lola clicked a lid onto a takeaway or took them to the waiting tables.
Feng worked beside him on the other grouphead of the machine, chatting away with the customers waiting for their coffee. Another casual waiter moved here and there between tables, cleaning and clearing plates and mugs.
His previous evening with Niel had left him with a lot to think about. Not only his own relationship troubles but Niel was holding something else back too. In time, they would have to talk about everything again; the fact that Niel had kissed someone else, that Byunghun was the cause of the rift in his relationship. It would have to wait a little longer though.
Byunghun tapped his milk jug lightly on the bench before tipping into a waiting coffee shot. Things would get sorted later, he decided, for now he needed to make it through this shift.
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Jonghyun watched as Changhyun extracted himself from the bed and wandered into the bathroom . He stretched on the mattress and sat up, letting the sheet and doona fall around his hips. The apartment was lit with sunlight that filtered through the curtains. He looked around wondering whether he should dress or not.
The room was small, like most Hong Kong apartments. The bed took up most of the space with a compact desk in the corner that held a laptop. Changhyun kept the room relatively clean with the only mess being a few discarded shirts over the chair at the desk. Jonghyun spotted his clothes in a drift across the floor that led from the bedroom door to the edge of the bed. He grinned and fell back onto the mattress with a thump.
Changhyun returned from the bathroom and crawled back onto the bed, stretching out on his stomach beside Jonghyun. He propped himself on his elbows and looked at Jonghyun.
“What do you want to do today?” Changhyun asked.
“Mmm, I don’t know. Nothing much?” Jonghyun replied, rolling onto his side and leaning on his elbow so they were level.
“I like the sound of nothing much.” Changhyun agreed, nodding slowly, “I was also thinking of maybe doing you again, but if you’d rather do nothing….” Changhyun teased with a shrug.
With dominating movements Jonghyun flipped Changhyun onto his back easily and settled his weight over him. Eyes staring down into Changhyun’s he skimmed his lips over Changhyun’s jaw lightly.
“Do you even need to ask?” Jonghyun mumbled before kissing Changhyun demandingly.
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Chanhee rolled over and his head into Byunghun’s pillow. He needed more sleep, he wanted more sleep, but more sleep wouldn’t come. Sighing with resignation, he took his phone from the bedside table and checked it. 3 missed calls from work, 2 text messages from Byunghun and 5 from Steven. He ignored the 5 from Steven and opened Byung’s.
Byunghun: Morning honey, I finish at 2pm.
Byunghun: I love you Chanhee.
Chanhee glowed, it was nice to read that Byunghun did still love him. He knew that, deep down, but going a week or two without hearing it was hard. Chanhee thought again of the advice from Mr Jones. It would be hard work but it was worth fighting for. Chanhee rolled onto his back and gazed into nothing, thinking of Byunghun.
His cute, soft smile when you caught him off guard with a compliment or joke. His platinum blond hair and all the complaining he had done when the peroxide had burnt his skull. When he was home in his lazy clothes and glasses, scowling when Chanhee told him he looked gorgeous.
Chanhee loved him so much. He had never been more certain of anything. The last few weeks had been tough, but somehow Chanhee felt like they were also a good thing. Their rela
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