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DJ Yellow was sleeping. Sleeping, on him. DJ Yellow had fallen asleep, curled up into his (former) Student's side. To his fans, perhaps, a dream come true. But to Blue?
To say that he wasn't vibing would be an understatement.
Lemon's face looked peaceful while he slept, striking a sharp contrast to his usual… exuberance. He'd read romance novels, he knew how he was supposed to feel about this (adorable?) occurrence. But scanning his former tutor's face, Blue felt… nothing.
Nothing at all.
It was frustrating. It wasn't like Lemon- the DJ- kept his feelings private. Even if he wanted to, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Honestly, Blue felt a bit bad for him. Not bad enough, he knew better than to cave and give Yellow what he (thought he) wanted, but bad nonetheless.
Carefully, Blue traced his face. The yellow man was certainly attractive by conventional standards, but that was it. Was there some other secret, buried deep below? What separates him from JJ?
No matter how he looked, he couldn't find an answer.
Yet, as Lemon shifted slightly in his arms, Blue felt a different sort of fondness flourish in his chest. It wasn't the same, would never be the same, but it was love nonetheless. It hurt to know that Lemon was hurting, but deep within, he knew that he wouldn't trade this for anything.
Was it selfish to want things to stay the same? Maybe. But the more time went on, the less Blue cared. Curled up together…
Maybe this was what it felt like to be home.