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taekb-blog · 11 years ago

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nowhere fast

taekwoon/jaehwan, pg-13, wc ~2,4k

old request from cutaek! ♡ also i made a rly lame [mix] for this

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after staring back and forth between the two, to him, identical plastic cases in his hands, taekwoon puts them back on the shelf and moves on to the next two ones. rinse and repeat, eyeing the cover, skimming through the game description on the back of the cases, back to the covers, put them back on the shelf. he didn’t want to know for how long he’d been standing there, but his feet were starting to ache, and he was fairly sure that the store was about to close.

“buying a game for your little sister?,” a voice sounds from behind him just as taekwoon, finally, only puts one of the games back on its shelf and keeps the other in his left hand. the voice is too close and too clear and taekwoon’s aching feet almost trip on themselves despite that he’s standing still.

“a--, i--,” he says as he turns around and faces the physical body of the voice. “it’s--“

“it’s hello kitty,” the guy in front of him explains with a smile.

“it’s,” taekwoon mumbles as he glances down on the box in his hand. “it’s for my friend.”

he assures himself that, of course hakyeon would love a game with some.. cat? cat. he’d love it, before the guy’s feet are suddenly stepping into his range of vision. taekwoon glances back up at him, slightly taken aback when he realizes exactly how striped his t-shirt is.

“um-- do you have any other recommendations?”

the guy eyes him in silence for a moment, his head slowly but surely tilting to the side. taekwoon wonders if he’s even listening to what taekwoon is saying.

“did you have any recom--“

“you think i work here?,” the guy asks with a sudden grin.

“yeah-- you don’t.”

“not exactly.”

taekwoon feels sort of like his sore feet are becoming one with the floor, but he tries to look like that’s anything but the case. the guy is still smiling when he takes the game out of taekwoon’s hand and puts it back on the shelf.

“i can still give you some recommendations, though.”

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jaehwan - his name is jaehwan - recommends taekwoon a close to obscene amount of fps and horror games, all of which taekwoon politely rejects with a quiet no, i don’t think hakyeon likes these things. jaehwan talks about portal 2 and its deep, poetic meaning for 5 minutes until taekwoon says that hakyeon doesn’t really wanna spend more time figuring the game out than actually playing it, and jaehwan puts it back on the shelf with an embarrassed laugh. taekwoon thinks it’s cute, but quickly returns to the train of thought that fleetingly circles around his best friend’s birthday.

“maybe,” jaehwan exhales after the real store clerk reminds them that it’s time for them to close. “maybe your friend will have to settle for hello kitty.. big city dreams?”

taekwoon shrugs and tries to put on his most defeated face, despite having been about eighty percent set on getting the hello kitty game from the moment he grabbed the case from the shelf. he had just been a bit too distracted by jaehwan’s excited ramblings about zombie apocalypses and the way he tugged on his left ear when talking to really mention it.

“yeah, i guess. thank you for the help, though.”

when jaehwan follows taekwoon to the cashier, taekwoon realizes that he might have been interfering in jaehwan’s business, which could just as well have been exactly as important as taekwoon buying a dumb cartoon game for his best friend.

“you’re not--,” taekwoon starts, trailing off as he enters the pin code to his credit card. “you’re not getting anything?”

“oh? oh!,” jaehwan exclaims, sounding so surprised by the question that taekwoon starts to wonder if he, maybe, didn’t actually say any real words. “no, i’m done since long, i was here to preorder diablo four.”

“diablo four,” taekwoon repeats as they exit the store, and it doesn’t really hit him that jaehwan hasn’t left to cater to his own errands or whatnots yet.

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me 10:28

did you really write your number down on the ice cream place receipt

jaehwan? 10:31

oh. i guess i did, sorry^^

def jaehwan 10:32

thanks for the ice cream by the way

me 10:35

dont worry abt it

def jaehwan 10:37

hey do u wanna come over tomorrow

def jaehwan 10:37

we can play diablo or something

me 10:39

i have tutoring all week

def jaehwan 10:41

oh, okay, its fine

me 10:43

friday??

def jaehwan 10:44

ok ill text u^^

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“diablo is just--,” jaehwan says distantly 4 days later, it must be the 24th time in the past hour that he starts a sentence in that exact way. “it’s just, so much..”

taekwoon decided 20 minutes ago that he was just going to nod quietly at whatever jaehwan said, and it was working pretty well so far. it wasn’t that taekwoon was disinterested per se, but both he and jaehwan were far more invested in watching jaehwan’s computer screen rather than talking about what was happening on it.

“have you played diablo before,” jaehwan mumbles without tearing his eyes from the screen, and taekwoon shrugs.

“maybe once or twice.”

“then you haven’t played diablo,” jaehwan explains. “that’s probably why you suck.”

his hand is resting on taekwoon’s thigh since maybe half an hour back, and taekwoon can’t exactly say that it’s bothering him. he’s too busy trying, and ultimately failing, to keep his monk from dying.

“is your friend’s birthday tomorrow?,” the other asks as he leans in over the keyboard to grab the mouse and back out of the game. a few strands of his hair brushes against taekwoon’s lips, he smells like shampoo and sleep and taekwoon wants to lean in closer.

“uh--,” taekwoon mumbles quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the screen as jaehwan scrolls down his music library. “yeah, tomorrow.”

jaehwan hums in reply while clicking on a song, and another, only letting a second or two of them play before he changes it. taekwoon had noticed in the past few hours that he did this a lot. “you could stay the night, maybe,” jaehwan suggests quietly, continuing just as taekwoon opens his mouth to explain how he has to babysit in the morning. “..another day. if you want to.”

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despite how taekwoon feels the strong need for another day to be right now, he has to postpone it. once, twice, because of babysitting his cousin across the street, because of tutoring and weekdays and school, and while it upsets him he feels even worse for turning jaehwan down. also he really, somehow, misses how jaehwan’s messy basement bedroom smells and how jaehwan tries to make him laugh with lame jokes.

me 11:32

hey

me 11:32

im dumping my cousin on my sister this saturday so, if u still.. yeah

jaehwannie 11:35

really??

me 11:36

yeah? if u want to

jaehwannie 11:38

yeah!! so ur coming over tmrw?

me 11:41

ill be there after dumping my stuff from school at home?

jaehwannie 11:41

ok great^^

jaehwannie 11:43

go to sleep

taekwoon dozes off on top of his contemporary composing textbook, hoping violently both that jaehwan both is thinking about him, too, and that he really isn’t.

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“no-, no, you need to-..” jaehwan says with a panicked tone, leaning halfway into taekwoon’s lap and setting his hands over taekwoon’s on the playstation controller. “here.”

he shows taekwoon how to make crash bandicoot slide across the ground, getting off track and playing through half of the course with taekwoon’s hands tucked in under his own. taekwoon doesn’t complain, only lets jaehwan lean his elbow on taekwoon’s thigh to hold himself up.

“you missed a checkpoint crate,” he mumbles under his breath, placing his chin on top of jaehwan’s head. there’s music playing over from jaehwan’s computer, volume turned down but it’s just loud enough for taekwoon to make out key parts of it, the beat, most of the lyrics, and he vaguely recalls jaehwan mentioning a band named placebo.

jaehwan curses under his breath as taekwoon digs his hands out from under jaehwan’s, the latter’s finger slipping on the analog stick, making crash spin right into a nitro crate and explode into a small pile of ashes. he doesn’t mention taekwoon’s hand on his waist, wordlessly lets him slide his fingers in under the ridden-up hem of his hoodie.

“do..,” jaehwan starts, turning a little to glance up at taekwoon. his hair is ruffled and falling into his eyes and taekwoon is suddenly embarrassed. “do you wanna play more? or can i..”

“you can keep playing, if you want,” taekwoon hears himself say, although he’s pretty sure neither of them were paying much attention.

the other shifts a little, and taekwoon pulls one of his knees up for jaehwan to lean on. his fingers are still resting on jaehwan’s warm waist, feeling more natural than anything as he holds jaehwan in closer. he halfheartedly watches jaehwan enter another stage, playing as coco and riding a tiger cub through a big city, focusing the rest of his attention on stroking the pad of his thumb over jaehwan’s skin and burying his nose in jaehwan’s hair.

“i’m gonna die if you keep doing that,” jaehwan says under his breath, and taekwoon stiffens up for a split second before he hears that jaehwan is chuckling. “i don’t mind though.”

“sorry.”

taekwoon thinks he isn’t really sorry, and that jaehwan probably knows he isn’t as well. coco and the tiger slam into a stone wall a minute later when taekwoon slides his hand up a little higher on jaehwan’s waist, just the tiniest bit.

“sorry,” taekwoon mumbles again, but jaehwan is already putting the controller down on the table in front of the couch and sitting back up next to taekwoon.

“it’s okay,” he smiles, tucking one of his legs in underneath him and scooting closer. “i’ve cleared this stage a million times, anyway.”

right when the song changes on jaehwan’s computer in the background, jaehwan puts his hand down on the small space of couch between them and leans in, stopping only when the tip of his nose brushes against taekwoon’s cheek. taekwoon hasn’t moved an inch.

“can i?,” jaehwan asks quietly, voice deep and hushed and taekwoon is looking anywhere but into his eyes.

“yeah.”

jaehwan’s small smile disappears when he closes the distance between their lips to press them together, softly, and taekwoon finds his hand sneaking around the back of jaehwan’s neck, touch shaky but gentle. he tilts his head into it, kissing jaehwan back with slow strokes, as jaehwan’s arm drapes itself over taekwoon’s shoulder and urges him in closer. when jaehwan’s tongue brushes out against taekwoon’s bottom lip, he’s already climbing into taekwoon’s lap to straddle him, their lips breaking for a short moment and allowing a hushed chuckle to slip from jaehwan’s lips.

“i’m sorry..,” he mumbles, glancing down at taekwoon as he lets his hands slide back up to jaehwan’s neck.

“it’s okay,” taekwoon breathes barely audibly, running his fingers up through jaehwan’s thick hair before he pushes him in closer and kissing him again.

it’s less awkward this time, jaehwan’s tongue pushing past taekwoon’s lips to slide against his and taekwoon dropping one of his hands down to wrap his arm around jaehwan’s waist. jaehwan tastes like strawberries and taekwoon thinks it’s weird before he remembers the thumbprints cookies they stole from the kitchen earlier. his hands are resting on taekwoon’s shoulders at first, but he leans in to deepen the kiss and the hands slide up, one to wrap around the back of his neck and one to tangle in his hair, fingers gentle and slow as they card through it and settle on the back of his head. jaehwan’s tongue is soft and warm against taekwoon’s, pushing against his own languidly with every stroke of their mouths, and neither of them really notice that song after song plays and ends in the background.

when taekwoon pulls back for a second, lips reddened and hot as he takes a long breath, jaehwan is smiling again. taekwoon’s cheeks instantly grow even more flushed than they might have been before, but he can’t help the tug on the corner of his mouth.

“we should, maybe, go brush our teeth..,” jaehwan mumbles between pressing short kisses to taekwoon’s lips.

taekwoon hums in agreement but doesn’t as much as attempt to move, only fiddling with a strand of jaehwan’s hair and trying to keep it off his face that his heart is beating like mad in his chest. jaehwan smiles when he kisses him again, noses bumping and it’s broken off with taekwoon laughing in embarrassment.

“we can make out more later, maybe,” jaehwan whispers.

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“did your friend like the game, by the way?”

jaehwan’s voice is so close, so quiet, sending a shiver down taekwoon’s spine as he nuzzles into taekwoon’s shoulder. taekwoon has completely lost track of time, and he doesn’t really mind.

“yeah, i think so,” he mumbles in reply, absently running his thumb over the bumps in jaehwan’s spine. “he hit me over the head with the case and called me an idiot, but he’s been playing it all week.”

the chuckle jaehwan lets slip is muffled against his skin, his breath warm, and taekwoon pushes aside how flustered he had been since jaehwan had snuck his hands in under taekwoon’s t-shirt earlier and asked him if he could take it off. he didn’t know how he was supposed to mind anymore when jaehwan’s hands were so soft, fingertips running up and down his spine as jaehwan pressed lazy kisses along taekwoon’s shoulders.

“he seems like fun,” jaehwan says, and this time it’s taekwoon’s turn to laugh, burying his face in jaehwan’s hair and shrugging.

“i guess.”

“is that a no?”

“i honestly don’t know.”

jaehwan hums, pressing his lips to the columns of taekwoon’s neck, making the other squirm and let out a small noise, that tickles, but he doesn’t pull back until taekwoon is letting out a tiny gasp and his fingers are tangling into jaehwan’s hair.

“tomorrow,” jaehwan says with a yawn. “tomorrow, we’re inviting him over. and i’m gonna make him play the dark descent.”

taekwoon has no idea what that is, but the sound of it assures him that it’s going to get ugly.

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taekb-blog · 11 years ago

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give it a chance

hakyeon/sanghyuk, brief r, ~5,7k

for mahoun ♡

“he’s good as hell at dancing and teaching but, he’s a complete dweeb. have you seen him with the guy that works in the library? he's weird."

“i know,” sanghyuk sighs dreamily.

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“you can’t just skip class for weeks without a word,” hakyeon says as he sinks down on the edge of sanghyuk’s bed, dropping his bag to the floor next to him and watching as sanghyuk carefully sits down on the other end. “you do understand that people get worried? that i get worried?”

“i..,” sanghyuk starts, but his voice breaks and he clears his throat nervously, lips pressed together. “i thought you didn’t want me to come.”

it took sanghyuk approximately two semesters to fully fall head over heels (and straight down face first) for his dance teacher. he’s twenty and wants to brush it off as something dumb, along the lines of impossible longing, at first, but with time he realizes that it’s not worth the effort. he’s going to get jittery and warm whenever cha hakyeon smiled at him, helped him go over choreographies after class, or gave him a glance in the hallways, no matter how hard he tries not to.

“your ears are red again,” hongbin whispers as he passes by sanghyuk in their practice room, grin wide on his (dumb, stupid, perfectly symmetrical) face as sanghyuk glares at him.

“they’re not. shut up.”

“i’m just saying.”

hongbin flashes another bright smile and sanghyuk thinks he should be lucky that hakyeon calls for their attention, because he was very ready to climb out of one of his shoes and aim it at the back of hongbin’s head.

they spend the next 2 hours sweating, limbs stretching and bending with every move fitting into the beats of the music, hakyeon only pausing every quarter to twenty minutes or so to check on his students, their level of confidence. they’ve practiced this choreography for the past month, and practically everyone have it in muscle memory by now except for sanghyuk and a girl from his calculus class who were both struggling with a part towards the end. the girl from his class simply got the order of the arm movements wrong, but sanghyuk really couldn’t keep up with the tempo for some reason.

“you just need to keep practicing, dahye,” hakyeon smiles at the girl at the end of the class as she pulls a towel up to dab at her forehead.

“thank you, teach,” she smiles back, offering a quick bow before she hurries to the door to catch up with her friend.

sanghyuk sits crouched against the mirror wall, eyes shut as he takes slow sips from his water bottle. hongbin always bolts out of the place as if he had class right after, but sanghyuk knows he runs back to his tiny student apartment to take a shower before leaving to meet up with his boyfriend in town. they did this every single thursday, and sanghyuk can’t believe they always keep the same schedule.

“hey,” hakyeon says as he sinks down next to sanghyuk, having stepped up to him so quietly sanghyuk had barely noticed.

“ah, sorry..,” sanghyuk scrambles to straighten his back and looks up at the other. “i slept bad, i’m really worn out. i’m gonna leave.”

“it’s fine,” hakyeon smiles, and the air clings to sanghyuk’s throat as he tries to suck in a breath. “i have an hour and a half until my next class, i’m not in a hurry.”

hakyeon only has dance classes, and while sanghyuk could admit that he was just a slice of upset he would never see the other in a classroom, he’s pretty content with this. he glances at hakyeon as the other leans to the mirror next to sanghyuk, head lolled back as he let out a long sigh.

“i slept pretty bad, too,” he peers over at sanghyuk with a smile, and sanghyuk can immediately feel his own face threaten to heat up.

“take care of yourself,” sanghyuk encourages him quietly, trying to keep it off his face that he thinks hakyeon is, probably, the cutest person he’s ever seen.

“what do you think i do?,” hakyeon says accusingly, reaching up to muss with sanghyuk’s damp hair before he gets back up on his feet. “right, about the choreography.”

he pauses and looks down at sanghyuk, who can feel his cheeks shifting color.

“yeah?”

“i don’t want to see you mess that up next time, okay? practice at home. slow the movements down and repeat.”

sanghyuk only nods, doesn’t exactly trust himself to open his mouth after hakyeon’s mouth grows into another smile before he makes for the door.

jaehwan is just as interested in sanghyuk’s crush as hongbin is, if not even more, sanghyuk thinks. occasionally, hongbin will drag sanghyuk with him to town to grab a coffee with him and jaehwan, and sanghyuk is bad at saying no. he’s especially bad at saying no when hongbin offers to pay.

“hongbin says he’s what, like, thirty? thirty five?,” jaehwan asks with raised eyebrows before he dives into his coffee to dodge hongbin’s attempt at flicking his forehead.

“i’ve never said that,” hongbin laughs, settling with tugging on jaehwan’s earlobe before he turns back to sanghyuk. “i never said anything like that.”

“i know you didn’t,” sanghyuk grins, picking hongbin’s spoon up and waving it around in the air as he continues. “he’s like, twenty five. plus you said you think he’s hot, too, so i don’t see--“

“did not!”

while hongbin makes another half assed attempt to attack sanghyuk this time around, jaehwan takes slow sips from his coffee, unconcerned. hongbin eventually gives up, as it’s a bit too risky to climb over the table so that he can really reach sanghyuk, and sets his elbows on the table to lean his chin in his hands.

“he is really good looking, though,” sanghyuk points out, catching his straw with his lips and sipping from his iced coffee.

“he is,” hongbin says with a scrunch of his nose. “it’d be better if he wasn’t, it’s distracting.”

“hey!,” sanghyuk and jaehwan chimes at once, and hongbin adds a quick “for sanghyuk!”.

“he’s mostly cute, though,” sanghyuk mumbles around his straw, sinking down over the table with a tired noise in the back of his throat.

“he’s good as hell at dancing and teaching but, he’s a complete dweeb. have you seen him with the guy that works in the library?,” hongbin moves his hand up and drops it on top of jaehwan’s, their fingers messily tangling together. “he’s weird.”

“i know,” sanghyuk sighs dreamily.

wonsik, his roommate since first year, and sanghyuk used to joke a lot about it when hakyeon was new, how it was sweet to have a smoking hot teacher, especially when you got to see his shirt ride up as he stretched. even after sanghyuk’s triumphant grins of “hakyeon’s t-shirt slipped off along with his sweatshirt when he took it off today” slowly grew into his head resting on his desk with a “he’s so fucking sweet i can’t handle this”, wonsik sat by him and listened, hand soothingly stroking his back.

“at least he likes you back,” wonsik tries after the first time hakyeon had ruffled sanghyuk’s hair up, which had resulted in sanghyuk lying curled up under his blankets for three consecutive hours.

“he does not!,” sanghyuk hisses, peeking his head out to glare at wonsik.

wonsik shrugs, “sure as hell seems like it.”

“you don’t even take this stupid class anymore!”

“i don’t need to,” wonsik grins as he turns back to his music history paper. “besides, hongbin tells me all i need to know, so you know..”

sanghyuk aims a pillow at wonsik’s head and sinks back into his mattress.

“hongbin,” sanghyuk declares as loud as possible, his voice muffled by his pillow. “is an asshole.”

“you do know he thinks you and hakyeon would look good together, right,” wonsik chuckles quietly.

“even more of a reason,” sanghyuk mumbles, very thankful for his comforter hiding how his cheeks instantly grow hot.

no matter how impossible or out of reach it seems, sanghyuk still ends up finding himself thinking about kissing hakyeon, thinking about how pretty the other looks when his smile spreads all over his face and about how he wants to wrap his arms around hakyeon’s waist and hold him close when the other is catching his breath after their bi-weekly extra hour. he tries to make sure he doesn’t think about any of these things less than 5 hours or to seeing the other, but it’s difficult. especially when those things are exactly what he thinks about whenever he spots hakyeon’s mess of black hair in the hallways or hears his voice from the other end of a room.

(not to mention how sanghyuk still, at times, can’t tear his eyes off hakyeon’s face when the other’s skin is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, his eyes shut at he rolls his head back a little to sip from his water bottle. there’s a easy way out from those situations - or rather what they make him feel - but sanghyuk hates how it makes him blush even harder during their next class, his words getting stuck in his throat every time hakyeon as much as casts a glance his way.)

the very first time sanghyuk feels a little less hopeless, a little less like he’s just hung up on something stupid that’ll never be within his grasp, is during the first semester of his last year, when he feels hakyeon’s eyes linger on him after they talk and sanghyuk turns back to hongbin. it’s not much, really, but it’s still there when sanghyuk glances back, and hakyeon immediately averts his gaze and purses his lips as he goes back to stretching.

it’s not a lot but it makes sanghyuk feel approximately 940 times less terrible.

it doesn’t happen too often that he runs into hakyeon outside of their class, he spots him in the hallways from time to time and it did happen a couple of occasions that they walked past each other in the cafeteria, hakyeon always giving sanghyuk a big smile. it always leaves sanghyuk’s heart stuttering and his voice cracking the next time he spoke, and that’s the biggest reason his feet freeze to the ground when hakyeon walks into the same coffee shop he and wonsik are sitting in on a saturday night.

“hey, that’s--“

“yes, shut up,” sanghyuk cuts wonsik off and buries his head in his arms as hakyeon walks past them towards the cashier.

“he’s alone,” wonsik says, quieter than before, and leans down to face sanghyuk when he turns his head to the side.

“he’s probably meeting someone,” sanghyuk grumbles and glances over to the cashier.

hakyeon is dressed in the pleather jacket sanghyuk has seen him throw over his shoulder after their late classes, a beanie pulled down over his ears, and the cotton pants sanghyuk hates to death, the ones that hug his thighs in the worst possible way and always have sanghyuk struggling to force himself to look away.

“he’s getting takeaway,” wonsik announces after sanghyuk has turned back to angrily stirring his coffee. “hey, teach!”

when sanghyuk hears wonsik raise his voice, peering up to see him raise his hand in a wave, his heart sinks to the very bottom of his feet. as he hears hakyeon reply - a soft, surprised “hey!” - sanghyuk is sure his heart digs its way out from his body and down to hide in the isolation of the floor.

“ah, sanghyuk too.. i haven’t seen you in a while, wonsik,” sanghyuk glances up to see hakyeon standing by their table, big paper mug held steady between his hands as he smiles.

“hi,” sanghyuk offers shakily before clearing his throat and straightening up in his seat.

it turns out hakyeon just dropped by to get coffee on his way home, and he takes a seat across the table from sanghyuk. the next 40 minutes, sanghyuk manages to behave like he’s completely to his senses. 41 minutes later, wonsik suddenly declares that he’s late, he has to go pick up stuff at his sister’s place before she leaves for a friend’s birthday party.

“do you really have to leave right now?,” sanghyuk asks dumbfoundedly, blinking in confusion at wonsik as the other gets up from his seat.

“yeah,” wonsik nods with a purse of his lips, wrapping his scarf around his neck. “i don’t have a spare key, she’s leaving in half an hour.”

“you’re roomies, right?,” hakyeon jumps in, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he locks eyes with sanghyuk.

“y-yeah, since first year. we went to junior high together.”

“see you later,” wonsik grins, giving sanghyuk a pat on the shoulder and hakyeon a hurried, polite bow of his head before he makes for the door.

“he dropped dancing for creative writing, right?,” hakyeon asks, turning to sanghyuk again after they watch wonsik leave the coffee shop.

“yeah,” sanghyuk nods, chewing absently at his bottom lip. “he liked both though, but he wants to be a writer, i think. or a musician. he hasn’t really made up his mind yet.”

hakyeon smiles, lips pressed together and his eyes not leaving sanghyuk’s for half a second, and sanghyuk feels like he’s going to liquefy. hakyeon’s feet touching his under the table isn’t really helping.

sanghyuk would be lying if he tried to claim that despite how hopelessly, childishly in love he was with hakyeon and how much time he spent thinking about holding his hand or just kissing him, he didn’t let his mind wander farther than that, because he did. truthfully, he’d like not to, because it only enhanced how flustered he got whenever he made eye contact with hakyeon or the other’s body brushed against his own. still he’d find himself on his back under his blankets, knees pulled up and one of his hands wrapped tight around himself as he kept his free arm crooked over the lower half of his face to keep his noises down. he would squeeze his palm tight over the tip of his cock and think about hakyeon pushing his hair out of his face, eyes falling shut in exhaustion and sweat pearling on his forehead, would clasp his hand over his own mouth and dig his heels into the mattress as he imagined hakyeon pushing him flush against the door of the practice room’s bathroom, mouth wet and hot as he pressed it against sanghyuk’s arched neck. he’d come into his own hand with a stifled whine while imagining hakyeon’s voice hushed as he spoke into sanghyuk’s ear, hakyeon’s hands gripping at his thighs and coaxing them apart.

he did try to avoid doing this within any two-day span of seeing hakyeon, but things didn’t always work to his advantage. even if they did, he was fairly lousy at keeping his noises down and would receive the occasional sly glance from wonsik in the mornings when they got up for class, or (a bit more rarely) a text from the other at 2 am asking him to shut his horny mouth or at least go jack off in the bathroom.

“you need to get laid,” wonsik explains one saturday morning when they’re both sprawled across wonsik’s bed, watching a movie on wonsik’s laptop with two cups of black coffee trapped between their hands.

“do not,” sanghyuk quips, about to punch wonsik in the side before he remembers their coffee and stops himself. “how would getting laid help?”

“i’m kidding,” wonsik grins. “but are you really gonna spend the rest of your last semester crushing on that guy, though? think about when we graduate and--“

“nope. no thank you.”

wonsik sighs and reaches over to put his cup on the nightstand, carefully leaning into sanghyuk’s shoulder as he speaks up again.

“look, i know i tease you about this whole thing, but i really hate seeing you like this.”

“bet you do.”

sanghyuk glances over at wonsik’s hurt facial expression and laughs.

(jokes aside, sanghyuk thought that maybe getting laid would help. a little bit. but only if it was with hakyeon. and if they spent a couple of hours after with cuddling and kissing.)

“sanghyuk ah,” hakyeon smiles widely at him when he stops him out on campus. it’s mid-spring and to accompany sanghyuk’s everyday heart palpitations, he now has the universal spring butterflies in his stomach whenever he so much as thinks about hakyeon’s sole existence. it’s bothersome.

“ah, hi teach,” sanghyuk drops his speed down and stops to let hakyeon catch up with him, hitching his bag up on his shoulder.

“i just, um,” hakyeon says, still smiling. “i was trying to get a hold of you earlier but i couldn’t find you.”

“a--, ah?,” sanghyuk splutters and blinks back at the other. “you were looking for me?”

“yeah, i asked wonsik about your schedule,” hakyeon smiles, and sanghyuk feels exactly like the bones in his hands are melting and dripping from his fingertips. “but i couldn’t find what classroom you were in, so, i kind of gave up.”

“ah, so.. did you want to ask me something?”

“no, it’s just,” hakyeon starts as he pats sanghyuk on the back, signaling for him to keep walking. “class is cancelled tomorrow and on tuesday, i couldn’t remember if i told you.”

“no,” sanghyuk mumbles, spine tingling. “you didn’t.”

“i’m going away to see one of my sisters, so i’ll be gone for a week starting tomorrow.”

sanghyuk glances over at the other and his eyes fall on his small smile, pretty lips pursed and curving upwards in the cutest way as hakyeon keeps his eyes on the path in front of them. as sanghyuk tears his eyes way and decides, for the 758th time, that hakyeon is the cutest person in the world, he opens his mouth to speak without any second thought.

“i’ll miss you.”

hakyeon’s eyes are wide and curious as their eyes meet, but the smile doesn’t fade from his mouth, and sanghyuk thinks that this is the day he dies.

(sanghyuk doesn’t die, only has a bright shade of red burning on his face for the rest of the day.

“you said you’d miss him?”

“it just slipped out!”

“you’re gonna miss your dance teacher. he’s gonna be gone for a week and you--“

“shut up, hongbin!”

“i barely tell jaehwan i’m gonna miss him.”

“yeah you do, remember this morning before you went to class--”

“shut up, jaehwan.”)

three weeks after hakyeon comes back - three weeks of the looming apocalypse constantly hanging over sanghyuk after he realizes he actually missed his dance teacher - sanghyuk slips again, but this time it’s a bit worse than the first time. it’s way worse, really.

he stays after one of their classes again, he usually does, mostly to catch his breath rather than hakyeon helping him with stuff he’s missed, but today hakyeon is right next to him, helping him repeat a switch of feet sanghyuk was having troubles with. honestly, sanghyuk hadn’t really considered dancing before he went to college, but he found that while he had a long way to go, it was relieving and a great way to let physical energy out when all he did otherwise was to study. the reason he stayed in the class had little to do with hakyeon himself, but apart from how sanghyuk was completely infatuated with the other, hakyeon was a very good teacher.

“i remember when you were new,” hakyeon says fleetingly afterwards, the two sitting next to each other on the bench on the opposite side of the mirror wall.

“i wasn’t too good,” sanghyuk admits with a shy smile.

he freezes up for the shortest moment when hakyeon’s pinky brushes against his own between them.

“yeah, no..,” hakyeon chuckles, taking a sip from his water bottle. “you really improved.”

sanghyuk purses his lips as he hums softly in reply, trying to ignore how hard his heart is beating in his chest.

“hakyeon hyung, i..,” he starts, trailing off when he notices hakyeon turning his head to look at him. “hyung, i like you.”

there’s a silence that feels so long sanghyuk wants to sink through the grey floor, leave his physical body, disappear into thin air, and other things with similar outcome. he doesn’t dare to look back at hakyeon but he sees him in the corner of his eye, parting his lips before closing his mouth again, and there’s a soft sound when he clears his throat. sanghyuk absolutely loathes himself and his stupid mouth.

“i think..,” hakyeon starts, voice small, and sanghyuk has never felt this terrible in his life ever.

“i’m sorry, hyung--“

“it’s fine, just.. we should probably go about like we usually do, hyukkie ah.”

“yeah,” sanghyuk croaks, swallowing dryly and tightening his grip on the edge of the bench. he hadn’t really expected anything different.

he knows it’s childish, but sanghyuk decides that it would probably be for the best if he didn’t show up to his dance classes anymore, preferably never ever again. he finds excuses at first - texts hongbin about how much work he needs to do or how he feels sick and probably shouldn’t move too much - and spends his free time in bed with music blasting as he tries to focus on essays and homework. after two weeks or so, he gives up on the excuses and plain skips.

(meanwhile, hongbin gets to practice his lying skills, though he’s very aware that hakyeon knows exactly why sanghyuk is skipping, so it feels fruitless if anything when he tells hakyeon for the third time that sanghyuk has come down with a really stubborn fever. explaining to sanghyuk that he’s letting his grade drop hasn’t helped much, the other refuses to listen, and in revenge hongbin doesn’t tell sanghyuk about the obvious disappointment on hakyeon’s face when he says sanghyuk is thinking about dropping the class. hongbin can admit that he might have been lying there, too, but it was out of curiosity.)

“i’m gonna drop this fucking class if you don’t come back soon, i don’t know anyone here.”

“yeah you do,” sanghyuk groans and rolls over on his stomach, reaching for his charger to plug his phone in before he continues. “you’ll be fine.”

“next time i see you, you’re dead.”

“sure.”

two short knocks on sanghyuk and wonsik’s apartment door at 10:49 am have him nearly knocking his tea over as he goes to set it down on his desk. wonsik is away for classes and sanghyuk had been sleeping in, his first class cancelled along with him sticking to not showing up for dance class. by now, it was more out of embarrassment rather than diligently trying to avoid hakyeon, but it just as much fueled how determined he was to not set his foot near their practice room.

“hold on, wait,” sanghyuk mumbles, more to himself than whoever was knocking on the door, as he leaves the cup of tea on the desk and goes to pull on a sweater over the t-shirt he had been sleeping in.

opening the door leaves sanghyuk frozen to the floor, blinking unintelligibly at hakyeon who stands outside with his hands shoved into his pockets. he has his bag slung over his shoulder and his hoodie zipped up halfway, hanging loosely over his shoulders, and he shifts from one foot to the other as sanghyuk continues his silent, confused staring.

“hi. class was cancelled today.”

“uh,” sanghyuk drones, dropping his hand from the door handle to tug a little on the front of his sweater.

“we need to talk.”

with that, sanghyuk takes a step back to let hakyeon step inside, the other making his way over to sit down on the messy bed. sanghyuk’s hands are shaky as he sits down on the other end of it and he curls his fingers loosely into his sweatpants, watching the print fold under his touch.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “i should just get over it.”

“it’s not that, i..,” hakyeon starts, falling quiet with a sigh as he shifts where he’s sitting. “i really..”

for a few beats, it’s quiet again, and sanghyuk’s heart is thumping so hard in his chest he can feel it through his entire body as he looks up as hakyeon, who has shut his eyes and tilted his head down a bit to take a slow breath.

“you’re graduating soon, right,” hakyeon asks quietly, sending sanghyuk a quick glance.

“y-yeah,” sanghyuk nods.

there’s another couple of long, quiet seconds, sanghyuk’s wild pulse having his breaths shake, and he chews down on the side of his lip as he lets go of his sweatpants, putting his hands together between his knees.

“sanghyuk ah, i like you too.”

(between that and hakyeon stepping back out the door, there’s a lot of stammering and quiet talking, sanghyuk waiting for the hidden camera crew to bust the bathroom door down, and hakyeon carefully placing his hand over sanghyuk’s as they decide to go get coffee this weekend. sanghyuk is still waiting for the cameras and loud laughter when he timidly steps out the door for his next class an hour later, but it never comes.)

sanghyuk still skips his dance class on thursday, now for a completely different reason, and he keeps quiet about it just to be safe. wonsik seems to know but doesn’t bother him too much about it, and sanghyuk appreciates it as he’s already jittery enough when the memory of it flashes past in his mind.

“you know, though,” wonsik says the same friday when they’re brushing their teeth together in the bathroom, sanghyuk sitting on the toilet lid as wonsik leans against the tiled wall. “i was the one who told him where we live.”

there’s a gargling noise as sanghyuk chokes on toothpaste and has to blink tears out of his eyes as he spits in the sink.

“you,” he says and turns to the other, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as wonsik smiles with a little shrug.

“just thought you’d wanna know, eventually.”

sanghyuk frowns at the other but can’t help the small “thank you” slip from his mouth later, when wonsik is lying on his bed with his phone in his hands and sanghyuk is bundled up in his comforters as he watches him.

“don’t worry about it,” wonsik mumbles without tearing his eyes from the phone, but sanghyuk sees the smile on his lips.

“you know, i,” hakyeon says quietly over the brim of his cup, eyes first locking with sanghyuk’s then averting to study how sanghyuk twists his own cup in his hands. “i just wanted to ask if you’re sure about this..”

he falls quiet and sucks his lower lip in between his teeth, and sanghyuk thinks that he’s never seen the other act this timid or shrunken back.

“yeah,” sanghyuk gives a small nod and watches as hakyeon takes a sip from his coffee. “yeah, i mean, i’ve been for.. almost two years, i guess.”

hakyeon’s eyes widen a little at that and in time wish his cheeks flushing a shade darker, sanghyuk feels his skin tingling and his heart starting to race in his chest for what is probably the 492nd time the past few days.

“two years,” hakyeon repeats, voice small, and while the whole setting is absurd to sanghyuk, he falls more in love with every uncertain glance from hakyeon and every time his lips curve upwards.

“not like this, like, not this.. much?,” sanghyuk mumbles. “not this much the entire time, but..”

they share another embarrassed glance and this time, sanghyuk can’t hold the nervous giggles back, because this is too much, too real. he only just catches how hakyeon’s voice joins in as well, holding his cup in front of his face as his head tilts forward in quiet laughter.

“i don’t know what to do about you,” hakyeon confesses under his breath later, after they’ve left their small table in the back of the coffee place to go out for a walk. it’s warm outside, soft gusts of wind playing with hakyeon’s hair as they walk side-by-side, sanghyuk having laced his fingers with hakyeon’s earlier and the other held his hand tight in return.

just as the sun is about to set, they end up at hakyeon’s apartment complex, both too busy talking to really pay any mind to how sanghyuk follows hakyeon up the two flights of stairs to hakyeon’s door.

“sorry, i should have ..,” hakyeon says with a shake of his head as he rummages around his bag for his keys.

“it’s alright, i’ll take the bus,” sanghyuk reassures him as he fiddles with the hem of his sleeves.

after hakyeon locates his keys and puts the right one in the door, he turns to sanghyuk with pursed lips, dropping his bag to the floor next to him.

“i don’t know how you want to do this until, well..,” hakyeon says with a tilt of his head, reaching up to stroke a strand of hair out of his face. sanghyuk thinks about graduating. “but, i’ll see you on monday, maybe?”

“yeah, monday,” sanghyuk nods.

they both step in for a hug, sanghyuk accidentally hitting hakyeon’s foot with his own, and hakyeon’s arms wind tight around sanghyuk’s waist to hold him close. sanghyuk nuzzles his face into hakyeon’s neck and pulls in a breath of his scent, clean and musky and somehow just like he had imagined, and he doesn’t want to let go, but at the same time he can’t help to pull back a little, stopping right as he faces hakyeon again.

“can i?,” he asks, and hakyeon barely breathes a “yes” before they both lean in and press their lips together.

it’s slow and sanghyuk wouldn’t want it any other way, because if this would blow over fast he wouldn’t be able to remember a thing. even when they do drag it out, sanghyuk subconsciously backing hakyeon up against the door and hakyeon slowly working sanghyuk’s lips open with his own parted ones, sanghyuk barely registers any of it. hakyeon’s left hand moves up to hold him by his neck, fingers bending a little to fit around the back of his head as their lips break apart.

“i need to go, but..,” sanghyuk says quietly, lips brushing against hakyeon’s when he moves his head a little.

“i’ll see you on monday,” hakyeon repeats, whispering the words with a small smile playing on his lips, and sanghyuk doesn’t even attempt to stop himself from kissing him again.

(sanghyuk texts wonsik a “HE KISSES LIKE A GOD” on the bus home and wonsik is still laughing when he steps through the front door 15 minutes later.)

sanghyuk goes back to dance class eventually, only for the last month of school before he graduates, but things don’t change. he still spends a decent amount of time getting flustered around hakyeon, like he always has, and hongbin keeps teasing him about it, like he always did. the biggest difference in itself is how the glances and comments hongbin drops are more knowing now than they used to be, but sanghyuk can handle them. his aim has improved a lot and hongbin does end up with more than a few shoes and empty water bottles tossed at him.

“he’s crushing on you so bad,” hongbin grins after their very last class, hakyeon having thanked the graduating students for their participation and wishing the remaining a nice break and that he’d see them again after summer.

“shut up,” sanghyuk mutters but he can’t keep the smile off his face. “we’re still on campus.”

“still,” hongbin shrugs and leans in closer. “crushing so bad.”

“i hate you.”

“he has been for ages.”

“he has not.”

“okay, but at least a couple of month--”

“you owe me like three coffees.”

“you’ve just refused to see it--“

“four.”

“i’ve really missed you,” hakyeon mumbles into sanghyuk’s neck, fingers wound tight into the back of his shirt, and sanghyuk feels so happy he has to shut his eyes tight to be able to focus. he had only been gone for two weeks to visit his cousins, but sanghyuk thinks he had never spent so much time on lying awake at night, texting.

“i missed you too,” he says as he pushes his face into hakyeon’s messy hair, strands of it running over his cheeks so light it tickles.

they’re barely through hakyeon’s front door and while sanghyuk would like to take a look around, he soon finds himself busied with hakyeon pulling back a little to fit their lips together. he smiles into it and presses in a little closer, tip of his nose bumping into hakyeon’s before hakyeon gently wraps his hands around sanghyuk’s waist and coaxes him inside.

they pull away again to let hakyeon close the door behind them and sanghyuk chews on his lip as he glances around the apartment; crammed, messy living room on his right and a small kitchen on the left, with a hallway leading over to what sanghyuk makes out to be a bedroom judging from the bed he sees through the open door. he shifts a little where he’s standing before hakyeon is leaning into his back, sliding a hand into his hair and pressing a quick kiss to his neck.

“did your trip home go well?,” he asks with a smile as sanghyuk turns to kiss him again, pressing his lips up his cheek and down to his neck.

“yeah,” sanghyuk smiles. “i was just excited to see you.”

(hakyeon’s hands are nearly as eager to touch as sanghyuk’s, slipping around the to back of his neck, in under his shirt, pressing into the sides of his waist as sanghyuk backs him towards the couch in the living room. as sanghyuk straddles hakyeon’s hips, watching hakyeon with an unsure bite of his lip, hakyeon smiles brighter than ever and lifts one of his hands to run his fingers through sanghyuk’s fringe, and sanghyuk can’t remember a single point of time that the butterflies in his chest have been fluttering this violently before.)

#nhyuk #chahyuk #bugstuff #r #weh i asked my friend about a prompt beause i wanted to practice writing nhyuk #and then this just kind of happened

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