"What?" Jongdae asked as he caught Chanyeol staring at him

"Nothing" Chanyeol replied, looking away with pink tinted cheeks

"Okay, then" Jongdae said in a suspicious tone but decided to ignore it as he went back to reading

Park Chanyeol and Kim Jongdae had been best friends for almost their whole lives. They played together, went to school together and even went to work together. They fit each other like two pieces of a puzzle and they would never want it any other way. They were closer than close, practically brothers. But as the years wore on, Chanyeol had realized he liked Jongdae more than a just friend and definitely more than a brother.

Chanyeol had come over to Jongdae's apartment to study like any other day. Currently, Jongdae is sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest as his nose is stuck in a book as Chanyeol is sitting rigidly in an armchair, his heart racing. But what has Chanyeol's heart beating is not just Jongdae's presence but what he was wearing.  Jongdae only wore a pair of boxer briefs and an oversized t-shirt that Chanyeol recognized as his own, the one Chanyeol let Jongdae borrow but he never gave back. The boxer briefs were black and tight, clinging to Jongdae's hips and thighs, the light blue t-shirt just barely covering them. The t-shirt hung over one of Jongdae's shoulders, revealing his collarbones and smooth skin. From Chanyeol's point of view, he can clearly see the pale skin of Jongdae's legs and the bottom of his black boxer briefs sticking out from the bottom of his shirt. As Jongdae re-adjusts his seat, the shirt would ride up, revealing more of his lithe thighs and Chanyeol can't help but gawk as he feels his jeans tighten.

"Are you sure it's nothing?" Jongdae asked, redirecting his focus onto Chanyeol once again

"Yea" Chanyeol replied nervously

"Something's up, dude. I can sense it. We've known each other since we were 3 years old, don't think you can try to fool me" Jongdae said, getting up to place his book back onto the shelf.

As Jongdae reached upwards to put the book back on the top shelf, his shirt rode up again, showing all of his thin, milky thighs that just hypnotize Chanyeol. The pale skin that looked soft and utterly delectable. The kind that Chanyeol just wanted to cover in hickeys and mark as his. Chanyeol swallowed, forcing himself to think of other thoughts before he took advantage of his best friend.

"Sorry, I gotta go" Chanyeol said abruptly, swiftly moving towards the door before Jongdae could say anything

"YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TELL ME SOONER OR LATER" Jongdae yelled just as Chanyeol closed the front door with a soft thud.

Chanyeol sped out of the apartment building, trying to calm the heartbeat that he could hear resounding in his ears.

--

As days pass, Chanyeol avoids Jongdae as much as possible. Just the thought of the boy had the image of the half Jongdae from before popping into his head, let alone Jongdae himself with his feline smile that likes curving into a smirk and the warm orbs that form crescent shapes when he smiles.

Chanyeol has been taking a different path home, different paths to classes (even if it means being late), and he's even taken up the days Jongdae has off for work just to avoid him. Heck, Chanyeol has even been surrounding him with new friends in order to avoid being left alone with his best friend, knowing full well that Jongdae wouldn't dare draw attention to himself within a large crowd.

Although he feels guilty for practically abandoning the person closest to him, Chanyeol knew that if he spent any more time with Jongdae, he'd fall deeper in love and endanger their friendship.

Walking home from class one day, surrounded by his group of new friends, Chanyeol spots a lone Jongdae sitting under a tree. He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt that made his thin jean clad legs look more supple and made Chanyeol want him even more. Knees pulled to his chest and a sad expression on his face, Chanyeol's heart ached knowing he caused that. A massive wave of guilt overcame him and bidding his new friends a goodbye, he headed in Jongdae's direction.

". . . hey" Chanyeol said, awkwardly standing in front of Jongdae

"You've been avoiding me for the whole week and you even got a new set of friends, what do want?" Jongdae said harshly, although his sad eyes were pointed towards the ground

". . . . I think we need to talk" Chanyeol replied, fidgeting as he watched Jongdae's eyes threaten to spill tears

"So now you need to talk to me?" Jongdae said sarcastically, glaring at Chanyeol, tears lining the corners of his eyes

". . . . yea, well-" Chanyeol started

"Forget it" Jongdae said, getting up and pushing past Chanyeol "It's not like I'm that important to you anyways"

Spinning around to grab Jongdae, he was already gone.

A pang of regret hitting Chanyeol as he walked home.

He really messed up this time.

--

Knocking on the door, Chanyeol didn't know what to expect.

He had decided he would confess to Jongdae. It would be a way better way to ruin their friendship than have Jongdae think Chanyeol didn't like him anymore.

"What do you want?" Jongdae asked bitterly but not meeting Chanyeol's eyes

"We need to talk. . . . Can I come in?"

"Sure" Jongdae replied after a moment's hesitation, biting his lip

Following Jongdae into his apartment, Chanyeol noticed that Jongdae was wearing another one of the t-shirts that he lent Jongdae but were way too big on him, along with another pair of tight boxer briefs. Forcing his eyes away from the swaying of Jongdae's hips as he walked, Chanyeol instead chose to focus his thoughts on how to confess.

Sitting down on his usual armchair, Chanyeol watched Jongdae wrap his arms around his knees as he settled on the couch.

"So why are you here?" Jongdae asked, staring at everything but Chanyeol

"'Cause we need to talk"

"You've said that already. But what do we need to talk about?"

"We need to talk about you. And me. And most of all, us" Chanyeol said, gesturing towards Jongdae and himself

". . . . Well you've been ignoring me for the past week . . . . any particular reason?" Jongdae asked, staring at the ground

". . . . well, yea . . . sorta" Chanyeol replied, gaining Jongdae's attention

"Well . . . do tell"

"It's you. . . . well it's me also but it's mainly you. . . you and how you dress" Chanyeol said sheepishly

"What? Is the way I dress too embarrassing for you to hang around? Need I remind you of the time in 5th grade when you wore that hideous lookin-"

"No. It's not that I'm embarrassed by the way you dress. . . . It's just . . . with the way you dress . . . I can't help but notice . . . you . . . and you're body . . . ." Chanyeol said shyly

"Huh?" chanyeol was met with a confused Jongdae, head tilted in the most adorable fashion

"I Like you Kim Jongdae. As in, I have had the biggest crush on you for the past couple of years and the way you dress keeps tempting me and I know this might ruin our friendship but I like you" Chanyeol blurted out

Chanyeol shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see Jongdae's reaction. Hearing soft footsteps, he knows Jongdae has gotten up. Expecting Jongdae to have walked away, Chanyeol did not expect to feel warmth on either side of his legs. Eyes flying open, Jongdae is straddling Chanyeol's lap, both if his hands resting on Chanyeol's chest and his face a cute shade of red.

"I . . . I like you too" Jongdae said as Chanyeol's eyes widened, surprised Jongdae felt the same way

"And . . . I'm sorry . . . for 'tempting' you . . . but I really like your shirts . . . cause they remind of you" Jongdae confessed shyly, forehead pressed against Chanyeol's chest in order to his blush

Chuckling, Chanyeol lifted Jongdae's face and captured his lips in a sweet kiss

"Well, now you don't need the shirts. You have me" Chanyeol smiled as his hands dropped to Jongdae's white thighs, trailing up into Jongdae's shirt, caressing the soft skin of Jongdae's torso

Placing kisses along Jongdae's neck, Chanyeol pulled the t-shirt off before dropping his hands to Jongdae's lithe legs again. on Jongdae's collarbone, a soft moan fell from the said boy's lips. Picking up the smaller boy, with a yelp of disagreement from him, he tossed the t-shirt back onto the couch. Chanyeol his lips hungrily before carrying the shorter in the direction of the bedroom.

Kim Jongdae was finally his.

A/N: What did I just write? Totally did not come out the way I expected but I hope this is good anyways.

This took a couple hours to write so I hope you like it~~
 

what do people usually put in the author's notes anyways? oh well.

See Y'all later when I write a new fic (which is most likely soon lol)