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kdj at 3am, doing his best to annoy the shit out of yjh: Joonghyuk-ah, if I were a dinosaur, which one would I be?
yjh, without missing a beat:
yjh, without missing a beat:
childhood friends joongdok and their sleepovers which mostly consist of kdj talking and yjh sniping at him to go to sleep (but kdj knows there& #39;s no heat behind his complaints and yjh likes the fact that kdj never holds back his words)
give me the fluff. kdj waking up bleary-eyed and groggy and then sitting up in a fit of laughter whenever he witnesses yjh& #39;s bed hair. it& #39;s not actually that bad (kdj& #39;s hair is worse) but there& #39;s something about yjh& #39;s glares that make kdj& #39;s heart beat a little bit faster
yjh grows accustomed to waking up to kdj& #39;s laughter and smile (and perhaps it& #39;s because his mind is still fuzzy from sleep but he swears that there& #39;s two suns). yjh has never had anyone playfully tease him before kdj, everyone else either full of praise or full of fear.
I JUST WANT THE CASUAL INTIMACY BETWEEN THEM. years of skinship that affection is practically instinct. kdj leans into yjh when he laughs. yjh wraps his arm around him when they walk. their hands brushing when they climb stairs, always prepared to reach out if someone falls.
oh man just thought of kdj always using their "sleepovers" (why call it sleepovers if they& #39;re living together anyways) as opportunities to ask yjh the most nonsensical things. there& #39;s something about the darkness and silence that makes it easier for kdj to talk
there& #39;s something about hearing yjh& #39;s exhales that wash over him like waves, the hazy silhouette of his profile under the moonlight which filters through the blinds, the comforting warmth that seeps through the thin blanket that separates them—
"Joonghyuk-ah," he whispers, voice light and airy. "I have a question."
"Go to sleep." Yoo Joonghyuk barely even stirs, eyes closed as he replies, "This is the 20th question already."
It& #39;s only the 16th but Kim Dokja decides to keep the correction to himself.
"Go to sleep." Yoo Joonghyuk barely even stirs, eyes closed as he replies, "This is the 20th question already."
It& #39;s only the 16th but Kim Dokja decides to keep the correction to himself.
"It& #39;s important," he insists and at his words, Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a sigh—they both know he& #39;d give in at the end.
"Fine. Ask me your question then go to sleep."
Yoo Joonghyuk waits for a few seconds. Then it becomes a full minute. Before finally cracking his eyes open.
"Fine. Ask me your question then go to sleep."
Yoo Joonghyuk waits for a few seconds. Then it becomes a full minute. Before finally cracking his eyes open.
He ends up meeting Kim Dokja& #39;s slightly pensive gaze, staring at him with a thoughtfulness that makes Yoo Joonghyuk suspect this question isn& #39;t anything like their usual ones.
"Tell me," Joonghyuk says, and finally, Kim Dokja does.
"Tell me," Joonghyuk says, and finally, Kim Dokja does.
"Joonghyuk-ah," Kim Dokja says once more, his name always being the precursor to his words. "Answer me honestly."
His tongue darts out to wet his lips before continuing, Joonghyuk& #39;s eyes tracking it& #39;s movement. "Would you mind if I told you that I liked you?"
His tongue darts out to wet his lips before continuing, Joonghyuk& #39;s eyes tracking it& #39;s movement. "Would you mind if I told you that I liked you?"
If Yoo Joonghyuk had any other thoughts of falling asleep, they were quickly dispelled. Much like the air in his lungs.
Kim Dokja looks at him for his answer, patiently waiting because Yoo Joonghyuk would always answer.
Kim Dokja looks at him for his answer, patiently waiting because Yoo Joonghyuk would always answer.
This time, Yoo Joonghyuk takes his time in replying, lips pressed together in a straight line. Silence has never bode well for Kim Dokja and he starts to panic, fingers gripping the blanket laid over him.
& #39;Too soon,& #39; his mind tells him. & #39;You told him too soon.& #39;
& #39;Too soon,& #39; his mind tells him. & #39;You told him too soon.& #39;
It& #39;s okay though, Kim Dokja can easily sweep his confession under the rug. If he laughs and says it as a joke, Yoo Joonghyuk would probably believe him. It& #39;s not the first time he said that he loves the other male, the words leaving his lips often in gratitude.
However, it& #39;s the first time Kim Dokja finds himself saying it seriously. (Is he meant to always say it in a joking manner?)
Somehow, he feels fine with keeping it under wraps. He blames it all on the ambience of the night, on sleep clouding his head, on Yoo Joonghyuk himself—
Somehow, he feels fine with keeping it under wraps. He blames it all on the ambience of the night, on sleep clouding his head, on Yoo Joonghyuk himself—
"I& #39;m just joking—"
"I don& #39;t mind."
They both speak out at the same time, eyes mirroring the each other& #39;s surprise. Kim Dokja feels his heart stutter while Yoo Joonghyuk& #39;s gaze darkens.
Ah. He really should& #39;ve waited for the response first.
"I don& #39;t mind."
They both speak out at the same time, eyes mirroring the each other& #39;s surprise. Kim Dokja feels his heart stutter while Yoo Joonghyuk& #39;s gaze darkens.
Ah. He really should& #39;ve waited for the response first.
"I didn& #39;t mean that last part," Kim Dokja quickly lets out, but then blanches when Yoo Joonghyuk& #39;s expression worsens. "I meant the part where I was joking, not the one before that. I just got nervous when you didn& #39;t say anything right after."
He knows he& #39;s rambling at this point. The thing with Kim Dokja is that either he speaks so little or says too much. He& #39;s always found it easy to withhold what he wants to say and then cover it up with a bunch of filler content.
But right now, he& #39;s just going around in circles. Afraid that he& #39;d make the situation worse if he kept silent. Privately, he wonders what would& #39;ve happened if he said his words much sooner. He probably would& #39;ve been able to laugh it off and they& #39;d be off to sleep right now.
A slight sting brings Kim Dokja back from his thoughts and he lifts his hand against his aching forehead, looking incredulously at Yoo Joonghyuk beside him.
"Did you just /flick/ my forehead?"
"You wouldn& #39;t stop thinking."
"Did you just /flick/ my forehead?"
"You wouldn& #39;t stop thinking."
