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Daniel very well knows how twisted everything is right now. On his bed lays a young man in love with him – very much so, too – snuggled up beneath the blankets as thick as his winter coat, his arms wrapped around Daniel's torso. A relationship of five years already; people would have guessed ‘nothing could possibly go wrong in their relationship’ but when Daniel sees the man whose skin rivals light, eyes as captivating as lust, red lips that either curve into a smile or curl into a smirk – he knows something is wrong already.
It's a mistake, it's a mistake, you're a mistake, Daniel repeats to himself as he drags his feet to the kitchen after Seongwoo fell asleep. He can't even bear to listen to the sound of his lover softly snoring in the background. Everything seems to be suffocating, nothing seems to work in his way, and when he shuts his eyes to calm down all he could see is not the sparkle of the eyes he has been familiar with for the past five years, rather it was the slanted eyes that holds his heart in his hands.
(And at the back of his mind lies a thought haunting him: Do you still consider him your lover?)
“Sung–”
Woon, his mind continues. Daniel pinches himself before he says the wrong name out loud. It’s easy to mistake Seongwoo’s name as Sungwoon with how similar their name is with just a single ‘n’ to differentiate them; sometimes he finds himself curling his tongue to form out the ‘n’ before either stopping halfway or unconsciously slapping his lips with his hand.
“Hmm?” Seongwoo hums in response even though Daniel never said his name fully. If he notices the pinch Daniel did to himself, he says nothing to acknowledge it.
“N-Nothing, I kind of forgot what I wanted to say and it’s not that important anyway.”
Seongwoo snickers at him and Daniel’s heart lunges to his stomach.
It first began when Daniel happened to be in the pantry at a random time of the day to take a break, eyes bloodshot, head too dizzy from staring at his laptop screen for far too long. He is just there seated, staring at the green patch on the wall of the pantry to try and clear his mind off the endless data invading his limited brain memory.
He briefly registers the presence of another office worker being there with him, stirring into a cup of coffee it seems – probably feeling as stressed as he is with the way he’s aggressively stirring it – before it happened. As cliché as it seems, someone drops his cup of coffee next to Daniel, and he yelps when it splatters and stains his white shirt; looking like weirdly-placed minuscule brown polka dots.
“God,” Daniel grunts and stands up from his seat, brushing away the ‘polka dots’ as if it would magically disappear.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Hands smaller than Daniel’s are hovering above his, trying to help it seems but obviously not even close to it, and Daniel almost lashes out at the person in front of him with how he was already pissed with the amount of work he has to do that day.
“Goodness, I’m really so sorry.” The person bows in apology, his hands clutching each other and squeezing his fingers together, probably nervous from the anger radiating off Daniel.
“It’s okay, really.” Daniel huffs out, straightening his back. “But getting these stains out…”
“I’ll pay for the laundromat,” he immediately offers, raising his head up to look straight into Daniel’s eyes, and that’s when Daniel saw his face.
Daniel is sure he pretty much knows everyone on this level, so seeing an unknown face here in the pantry is surprising to him. He must have been frowning in thought because the person in front of him straightens his coat and bows again. And it’s not often he sees a pretty face around his department.
“Sorry for the unpleasant first impression, but I’m Ha Sungwoon. Nice to meet you, I just got transferred here a few days back.”
Daniel did not remember how it went on from there, because all he could remember is Sungwoon’s face. It did not help that Sungwoon seems to think that it is an appropriate time to keep talking even as they’re both on the floor trying to clean up the mess he did before and their faces are centimetres apart, and all Daniel could see is how Sungwoon’s slight but taut muscles fill up his shirt to the point his brain dismisses whatever he was saying to him.
“You were saying?” Daniel asks for the third time within the ten minutes that they have been chattering and titters in embarrassment. Stupid brain, stupid eyes, stupid lust.
“Ah sorry, you must have been tired, right?” Sungwoon’s looking at him with those sparkly eyes and what the fuck, how did Daniel not realised the height difference between them two.
“Cute,” Daniel thinks, but his messed-up brain must have caused him to say it out because the previously sparkly eyes are turning into two circles instead.
“Um, I meant yeah! I’m just– guess my brain’s too saturated right now and oh? Is that my supervisor calling for me? Will have to go then! Nice meeting you, Sungwoon! See you again soon!”
Daniel has never sprinted out of the pantry so fast in his life.
The next time Daniel sees Sungwoon, it’s at a company dinner party.
And that’s when it literally changes everything.
A few days after what it seems to be the most embarrassing moment of Daniel’s life happened, his level department decides to have a dinner party along with all the sub-departments, which includes Daniel’s. It seems that they’re doing it to welcome the few new transfers, and the moment Daniel hears the name Ha Sungwoon in the same sentence his stomach drops. He promptly opts himself out, giving a lame excuse of how his mother is coming back from Canada, but then Jaehwan is shooting him daggers from across his cubicle, his head jutting out.
“Don’t you dare,” Jaehwan whispers, threaten lacing his voice. “I fucking helped you the last time, don’t you fucking dare back out now.”
Daniel forgets that he was a dumbass for dragging Jaehwan to attend a stupid company seminar along with him that he was forced to, thus why. The amount of blackmail Jaehwan has on him is scary; he won’t risk it.
The dinner started out fine, Daniel has secured himself a spot at the most corner of the long-ass table way before the other sub-departments came, along with Jaehwan next to him so it should be safe enough for him. Jaehwan can entertain them with his witty and sarcasm remarks along with his trademark psychotic laugh, and Daniel can just blend himself in with the wall next to him. Yes, indeed, a well thought-out plan. He won’t need to look at that cute face anymore, won’t have to embarrass himself any further, and he can just ignore his existence.
But of course, the said cute face wouldn’t just ignore him.
“Oh, hey! Daniel!” Sungwoon calls out the moment he sees Daniel, and Daniel nearly chokes on his drink.
“You know him?” Jaehwan nudges him. Daniel merely shrugs and plasters on his brightest smile he can ever do at the moment, his stomach churning already, and he can literally hear Jaehwan’s nose flaring in attempt to cover up his snort at how fake he looks right now.
“Oh hey, Sungwoon,” Daniel tries to sound as cheerful as possible, and welcomes him with a handshake that if he isn’t as jittery as he is right now, he would have noticed the slight squeeze Sungwoon did.
And that is just the beginning of torture, because Sungwoon’s then seated in front of him.
Now, Daniel isn’t sure he wants to thank the lord for Jaehwan or curse the said person as the number one jinx of his life. Because of that psychotic laugh man who came up with drinking games, Sungwoon is very much drunk right now because he pretty much sucks at games, and Daniel don’t know when Sungwoon even did it, but his shirt is unbuttoned twice up and Daniel can very well see those defined collarbones and his reddening chest. He’s blushing a lot too, flushed pretty and pink and if Daniel drank enough alcohol he would be caressing those cheeks by now. Sungwoon’s also getting very giggly and chatty, and it’s not helping that Daniel can see this in full 1080p high definition. Eye candy indeed, but also mind-fucking.
“Okay, okay!” Someone yells out from the other corner of the table, rising up from his seat and clapping his two hands above his head to get everyone’s attention. “Something for our new transfer, Ha Sungwoon! You haven’t mentioned to us your age, so here’s how.”
From the other corner Daniel gulps and chants, please say he’s younger, please say he’s younger.
“If you’re older than 25, drink thrice. Otherwise, drink twice.”
It took a while for Sungwoon to actually process it judging by how many times they all have continuously asked him to drink up, and Daniel briefly remembers how he was tortured the same way as well, ended up throwing all over Seongwoo’s shirt and being punished by having to sleep on the couch for a whole 2 weeks.
“Oh. Ohhhh,” Sungwoon slurs when he finally gets it and picks up the soju bottle to pour himself a shot.
Drinks it all up as everyone cheered. Pours another one again, and dunks another shot.
Daniel can feel the tips of his fingers going very cold because Sungwoon has poured himself another shot but stays there, holding his cup and just smiling at everyone with his eyes closed, too drunk yet still sober enough to tease the motherfucker out of everyone.
When Sungwoon chuckles and raises his cup to dunk it into his system yet again, Daniel can feel the colour draining out of his face.
“Holy fuck,” Daniel curses under his breath because Sungwoon is older than him? Sungwoon is his hyung? Fuck. Fuck. He rests his head against the wall and considers breaking through the wall by smashing his head on the wall and either 1) die or 2) die. He burrows his head on Jaehwan’s shoulder instead. This can’t be happening.
Daniel knows it’s a whole lot of mistake the moment his fellow colleagues forced him to bring Sungwoon back home, practically pushing him into his arms.
“Do me a favour will you! Like how I did for you last year,” His senior says, followed by some ramblings of how taking Daniel back home was a big mess because he couldn’t even differentiate between his hands and his legs, and kept making cat noises at anyone he sees.
And now here he is, in Sungwoon’s apartment, trying to unlatch the body of mess that is the older man clinging onto him for dear life. Every time he manages to take one hand off, another one will start grabbing him back.
“Sungwoon hyung, I have to go,” Daniel says firmly, squeezing Sungwoon’s wrists in an attempt to bring some attention to the very much drunk man in front of him. When it seems like he has gotten some sense in him, Daniel walks off only to be interjected once again.
“Hey… Daniel,” Sungwoon stops Daniel from going by grabbing the sleeve of his shirt.
“Yes, hyung?” As much as Daniel hates to admit it, it really is a pretty image to witness the moment he turned back to face Sungwoon at his calling. More ever with how Sungwoon is seated at his sofa, his hair dishevelled, his chest flushing different shades of red and those lips looks poutier than usual.
But all of a sudden he leaps off the sofa and stands close to Daniel.
“That day… you find me cute?” Sungwoon questions. He grabs the collar of Daniel’s shirt to pull him down to the same level as his, Daniel yelping in the process at the sudden change of attitude, and questions again, “Hmm? You find me cute?”
“Um, hyung, you’re probably really drunk right now.” He attempts to ungrasp the fingers around his collar, but those fingers clench tighter. “I should really go now–”
“Shut up, I know what you’re thinking since that day.”
And Sungwoon literally shuts Daniel up, with his lips that is, with his fingers still tight around his collar. Daniel might have enjoyed it way more than he should have, with the way he drops his bag by his side and proceeds to wander his hands around Sungwoon’s body, sliding them under his shirt and raising goose bumps. Sungwoon’s licking Daniel’s lips and pushes him to the direction of his sofa, and Daniel opens his mouth just as he plops down to the sofa, Sungwoon straddling him soon after.
Sungwoon must have grinded against Daniel because now he’s moaning, “Sung–”
That’s when it hits him.
Seongwoo.
He immediately stiffens, and Sungwoon must have sensed the change of atmosphere because he’s stopping too.
“This is wrong, this is wrong...” Daniel’s shaking his head because what is he doing? Submitting to his desires?
“No… I can’t…” He’s shoving Sungwoon away, getting up to his feet.
“I have someone!” He shouts, more to himself and he stomps out to the door, slamming it after him.
He reaches home to Seongwoo’s smile greeting him, Why are you so late, Dan? and he immediately runs to the bathroom to puke.
There is definitely something weird happening between them, Daniel notices, but he could not fully grasp what exactly it is about. Ever since that night.
Sungwoon does not avoid him, rather he sorts of make sure he is always there when others are with Daniel, but promptly leaves when others start leaving too. Is this considered avoiding? Daniel's not too sure, but he does know the older man loves to play around with him.
While Daniel sputters and starts giving incoherent talks and averting his eyes when he is caught staring at Sungwoon, Sungwoon is the exact opposite. When Daniel catches Sungwoon staring at him, he does not waver and instead continues staring into his eyes full-on, all while curling his lips into a smile. Sometimes it seems like Sungwoon is mocking him, the smile looking like a smirk instead and the innocent eyes looking like a lion waiting for its prey to make a wrong move. He will then turn his gaze to his other colleagues when they start a topic concerning him, unfazed, but Daniel knows he's actually watching him at the corner of his eyes.
This has happened a number of times, but Daniel is too much of a coward to actually confront the older man, ever since he begins seeing Sungwoon under him instead of Seongwoo starting from that fateful day, the guilt eating him alive.
It is actually pretty scary to Daniel, how such an innocent-looking guy could be this tricky.
"Hey, Daniel. I'm curious, do you already have someone?" Sungwoon interrupts his train of thoughts one day, and there's that glint in his eyes again, but somehow his smile is kept innocent this time. Maybe it's because of how everyone's attention is literally on them both. Evidence of Sungwoon being sly number 1: He knows the answer yet he still questions it. Or maybe Sungwoon was too drunk that night to take note of Daniel literally shouting out that he has someone. He’s not sure anymore.
"Oh, he does! Five years already, isn’t that amazing?" Jisung replies instead, patting Daniel on his back while he meekly laughs in response. If it ends there and they move on to another topic as per usual, Daniel could have sighed in relief and excused himself to tend to the bundle of mess he is turning into, but of course Sungwoon just had to probe in further. Daniel can literally feel the jeer in Sungwoon's voice as he asked another question.
"Oh really? Why haven't I heard of you talking about him?"
Daniel falls into silence while the others murmurs within themselves and to him himself, somewhere between Yeah, we haven't heard him rambling about him for a while and Ong Seongwoo, how could we forget his name? Hey Daniel, you still with him?
Daniel scolds himself for being too open with everyone. Of course, back then, they were practically in their honeymoon phase for the longest of time, probably still in the phase even after 3 years and Daniel just couldn’t shut his mouth up about him.
"Just – well, just kinda worried y'all are tired of me talking about him, that's all." Daniel knows this is such a poor attempt of an excuse, the subtle raise of Sungwoon's eyebrows telling him so, though by the judgement of how his colleagues are diverting the topic to another one, it might be a good excuse after all. But what is sure not diverting away from him is the teasing eyes from across the table.
Daniel can feel his anxiety rising up to his throat, choking him, and he promptly leaves the pantry with the reason of going to the washroom. He doesn't miss the footsteps following after him though, the soft "I'm going too" ringing into his ears.
"Why are you following me?" Daniel turn his heels just a few steps into the washroom, facing a surprised Sungwoon. Daniel's slightly panting, and his vision is starting to get blurry, plus it's not helping that he feels like puking any moment now.
"I'm not? I mean, I need the toilet too...?" Sungwoon trails off his words, eyes wandering around Daniel’s face and then suddenly he's getting closer. He touches Daniel by his elbow, and Daniel winces as if he was just touched by a hot iron. "Are you okay?"
Daniel backs away, not answering the man in front of him, his back then meeting the wall behind him and his head momentarily spins. Sungwoon steps forward to get closer to him again, but instead of questioning or saying anything, he is just there, standing in front of Daniel and staring at him. Always like this, Daniel says to himself, always starting off innocent and then turning into the devil himself.
"Stop doing that," Daniel croaks out. His voice is stuck within his throat just like usual, whenever he's alone with Sungwoon.
"Doing what?" Sungwoon questions.
"Doing all these - all these staring, staring kind of stuff. It's just... uncomfortable." Daniel shifts to his other foot, clearly uncomfortable and trying to get away from all this as soon as possible.
"But haven't you been doing the same as well?"
Now, Daniel feels the fury inside of him, more ever so with how Sungwoon ended his question with his lips curling into a subtle smirk, his eyebrows raised to mock him like usual. He has not been thinking straight from the start anyway, and if he was dizzy and can lose his balance anytime, now he's like a motherfucking tightrope walking expert. And so he does the most sane to do – grab Sungwoon's face to smother him with his kiss.
Sungwoon does not fight back nor refuse – he has never, anyway – rather he seems to challenge Daniel with the way he's responding aggressively, seemingly trying to overtake him and take the lead. As much as he hates to admit it, this is actually a side of Sungwoon that Daniel has never seen before, and he absolutely loves it. But then he hears the sound of footsteps coming their way and immediately pulls away from the kiss, pushes Sungwoon away from him. Albeit too hard that is, to the point Sungwoon hits his waist against the ledge of the sink but all he does is smile.
"You know, Daniel? You're really funny."
Daniel furrows his eyebrows at the sudden remark.
"There's this thing called asking for permission because clearly it is permissible, but you're going around stealing, and then you feel immensely guilty afterwards." Sungwoon laughs to himself. "Isn't that hilarious? You do know of the concept of honesty, don't you?"
Daniel opens his mouth to retaliate: But I have a–, but Sungwoon is faster to continue.
"Of course I know the involvement of a third party here, but we all know who's the one at fault here. So can't you choose? Between stealing and being honest?"
Daniel stands there, immobile. He's unable to answer or even reply to whatever Sungwoon had been saying to him. Sungwoon merely squeezes his elbow before he excuses himself out of the washroom, leaving Daniel to think to himself and ponder to his reflections like a child who was just caught being naughty and getting punished.
That was how their promiscuous acts began.
Somehow, Daniel remembers how to go to Sungwoon’s apartment and there he is, knocking on the door at midnight with his head hung low and his conscience telling him to walk away but Sungwoon’s ‘because clearly it is permissible’ constantly haunts his mind.
And the door opens, with Sungwoon’s confused but satisfied face welcoming him.
“Hey,” Sungwoon starts, a smile playing around his lips. Daniel notices how his sweater hangs low on his shoulder and all he sees is neck, pale neck, pale pale neck, wow.
“Hey,” Daniel breathes out. He’s already prodding inside the apartment and putting his bag down on the sofa, and when he turns around Sungwoon has already closed the door.
[1.39am] to: onggggg <3
hey sorry forgot to msg u, staying over at jaehwan’s place tonight
[1.46am] from: onggggg <3
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There's something about the way Sungwoon behaves and reacts to him that leaves him coming back to him for more.
Sungwoon does not say it out loud, rather he shows what he wants by subtle gestures and lesser words.
Take for example: when Sungwoon just came back from a particularly late work day and Daniel is desperate and impatient from waiting too long in Sungwoon’s apartment; he lunges himself to Sungwoon and latches his lips to his neck, his hands gripping his waist but Sungwoon calms him down with a slight force of his hand onto Daniel's shoulder while he wordlessly took Daniel's hand that was previously on his waist to kiss his knuckles.
It is then Daniel understands that Sungwoon wants this to be taken slow, so he rests his forehead against the older man, slightly hunching down to meet his height (which made his heart jump at their height difference), holding softly instead of gripping his waist, and is met with the eyes of his nightmare and dreams. Sungwoon beams up at him, whispering thank you and rewarding the younger with a short yet breath-taking kiss (literally, Daniel can barely feel the air in his lungs) on his lips. Daniel trails after Sungwoon’s lips, wanting more but Sungwoon swiftly backs his head away and frowns slightly, seemingly telling Daniel No, remember I want to take this slow? and chuckling right after Daniel openly huffs in frustration.
“But hyung–”
“Patience, young man,” Sungwoon reprimands him, raising his arms to loop them around Daniel’s neck and shoulder, caressing his nape in an attempt to soothe the young man.
Daniel visibly flattens down, and Sungwoon couldn’t help himself but to peck him on his cheek.
“You know I don’t want to rush this,” Sungwoon says between pecks, and Daniel perks up at the soft gesture and words.
They take their time giving each other short kisses, taking turns – one on the right cheek, the other on the nose; one on the side of the jaw, another on the space between the eyebrows – until they are both red, hot and messy; Daniel's short kisses basically turning into him sucking Sungwoon's face, and Sungwoon grabbing Daniel's hair tighter and tighter, right to the point he grabs his hair to pull him away from his face.
For a moment Daniel is confused; mouth hanging ajar, pupils glassy and blown. But then he is met with lustful eyes, the same eyes that first captivated him, and he understands. Now, Sungwoon pants to him, and Daniel immediately latches his mouth to Sungwoon's neck – the neck that is oh so sinful, yet so pure and innocent at the same time, and all he wants to do is to taint it with his marks. Daniel has always had something for necks, and Sungwoon is no exception, more ever so with how it looks like literally no one has touched it before, even when he knows the amount of times he has continuously lapped and sucked on it. His hands are no longer gripped onto Sungwoon's waist, rather it is Sungwoon gripping his hands to guide him to smooth his hands over his body, before guiding it to unbutton his shirt while Sungwoon unbutton his.
It is during times like this that Daniel knows even if it looks like he has the upper hand in this, it is truly the older man that is controlling him, planning every single action.
Daniel, Sungwoon moans with his pretty little mouth, when Daniel accidentally brushes his fingers over Sungwoon's nipples - which are already hard and sensitive, being exposed to the chilly air – and he takes the chance to now attach his lips to his nipples instead, swirling his tongue around the perky bud while twisting the other one with his two fingers. He earns himself a grunt in response, and lots of abrupt deep panting from Sungwoon; his throat hitching up as if he was trying to tone down his sheer pleasure. Daniel spends a longer time playing around with Sungwoon's nipples, his other free hand roaming around his body and within a few minutes Sungwoon is already getting restless, his body squirming and his hands grasping and ungrasping Daniel's hair.
At the back of Daniel's mind, he takes a note to himself; of how sensitive Sungwoon's nipples are and the high possibility of Sungwoon's fetish for nipples. He should do this often just to lengthen the time for foreplay – and have he mentioned how in love he is with foreplay? – and as well to play along with Sungwoon, this play of push and pull of control.
He stops his ministration abruptly and pulls away, immediately being met with Sungwoon whining and pouting at him – and of course being the softie he is for him, he swoops in to kiss Sungwoon's lips again. This time it’s Sungwoon who trails after Daniel’s lips, and Daniel has to take everything in him to stop himself from wrecking the older man then and there.
"Let's take this inside, yeah?" Daniel jerks his head to the direction of the bedroom and Sungwoon nods aggressively, albeit a bit sloppily with his eyes hooded, face flushed.
He slots his arm around Sungwoon's waist and walks him to his bedroom, noticing the limp he is sporting due to his overly sensitive cock straining against his tight jeans, and there is a wide patch staining the middle of his pants. Sungwoon is clinging to him by his arms, and Daniel notices how he keeps smoothing his hands over his arms and tracing over his visible veins repeatedly. He knows how Sungwoon likes his arms, just like how infatuated he is with his pale neck. He always notices the eyes that roam to his arms whenever he stretched his arms over his head, or even actions like reaching for something Sungwoon couldn’t.
“Are you done?” Daniel asks when they reached the bedroom, his eyes focused and eyebrows raising at whatever Sungwoon has been doing to his arms.
Sungwoon scoffs in response.
“I’ll continue this later, lover boy.”
This is definitely going to be a long night.
Later that night (more like morning, since it’s already going 4am), Daniel checks his phone to find 5 missed calls and 2 unread messages – all from the same person – but all he does is throw it back into his messenger bag.
“Where have you been?” Seongwoo questions Daniel the moment he opens the door.
“Oh sorry, sorry… Jaehwan was dead drunk so I sent him back to his apartment and passed out there. And my phone died so I couldn’t call you before I reached home.”
It’s practically a habit by this time to keep mentioning Jaehwan, since he works with him and Daniel can easily say his name and Seongwoo would be convinced.
Seongwoo runs his eyes up and down Daniel’s figure, only to sigh and hug him, resting his forehead on Daniel’s shoulder.
“Go and get some rest, you look really tired. Was work hard for you?” Seongwoo asks as he rubs Daniel’s back in a soothing circular motion, and for a moment Daniel thinks about something he shouldn’t be comparing about.
“Yeah,” Daniel answers, “Apparently my supervisor thinks it’s fun to torture me and Jaehwan with thick ass documents every hour of the day.” He pulls away from the hug to place a chaste kiss on Seongwoo’s cheeks before walking away to remove his coat and dump it into his laundry basket.
Seongwoo laughs. “By the way, did Jaehwan change his perfume or something?”
Daniel forgets that Seongwoo and Jaehwan has practically known each other for half of their life.
He merely shrugs and goes into the bathroom.
There’s this secret code that he and Sungwoon texts each other every time.
Wanna crash tonight?
Each time Daniel receives or sends one, there’s just something that stirs inside of him; both excitement and guilt. Sometimes he finds Sungwoon purposely strolling around his sub-department right after the text, in some excuse of finding paper clips, or maybe tapes and while waiting for so he would casually rest his hand on Daniel’s shoulder to subtly caress his nape with his thumb.
“Can’t wait,” Sungwoon whispers, lust lacing his voice but it immediately changes into a chirpy voice when he thanks his co-worker for handing him the extra paper clips.
When these days come Sungwoon would leave slightly earlier while Daniel stays back a bit, and when Daniel unlocks Sungwoon’s door he would be met with the exact image he has been imagining; eyes filled with lust, moist red lips, pale neck, flushed chest.
Other times it would be the Pantry break? but they both know where they’re heading, going for the emergency staircase instead and running hands on each other.
“Missed you,” Daniel sighs.
“Missed me or missed my touches?” Sungwoon teases.
“Both.” And Daniel smiles down at Sungwoon while he beams up at him.
Daniel feels he might have used his ‘going to Jaehwan’s’ excuse far too much, thus the reason why he’s sneaking behind the wall and pouting at Sungwoon, telling him that he’ll stop spending the night at Sungwoon’s for the time being.
“’m sorry, next week, okay?” Daniel coos, but he knows Sungwoon doesn’t mind it as much as he does.
Sungwoon responds with a low hum and caresses his back in calming circles.
But it seems like luck is on his side.
Daniel reaches home to complete darkness, and when he switches on the lights he finds his apartment tidier than usual, and at the corner of his eye he sees a blue sticky note stuck on his coffee table. He approaches the note.
Dandan,
I’m going back to my house to visit my parents. Don’t forget to eat on time and don’t stay back too late.
Love you ♡
He’s reaching into his pocket to grab his phone to dial a number, the familiar ringtone ringing into his ears before his dial is picked up, his mouth spreading across his face.
“Hey love, wanna crash my house?”