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Everyone had blacked out by now, all but two, Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk who had gone out walking and were now sitting on a park bench, because the drunken snores of their family had become annoying.
The former was blabbering about how 'the last scenario was crap' or something like that. Joonghyuk wasn't really paying attention. His drunken self is stubborn, not even looking at him. The stars twinkled mockingly. bastards
When Dokja stopped talking it took a second to realize Dokja was staring at him, wordless for what seemed like forever.
"Yoo Joonghyuk?"
Joonghyuk wanted to look at his companion but was scared to meet the gaze that had fixed itself to the side of his face. Too chicken to look the damned bastard in the eye.
"Yoo Joonghyuk-ah." The tone in his voice changed. A bit more demanding and sultry.
Joonghyuk swore it was the alcohol because he was bright red. Face flushed a hue of crimson and he hadn't even looked at him yet.
He had had an indescribable feeling towards the other for a while now. It made his chest flutter. And his knees wobble. It made him feel sweet and sticky like honey.
He hated it.
Because like honey once he did something. Kim Dokja would leave and all that would be left of him would be the sticky residue on his heart he could never get rid of. The sickeningly sweet feeling would stay whether Kim Dokja did or not. He had never liked honey.
"Joonghyuk-ah~" His voice had move from his side to right next to his ear, hot breath on his cheek. Kim Dokja's scent now found it's way into Yoo Jonghyuk's nose. He smelled of white sage and lillies and.. honey. The delicious sweet smell of honey and cream. Dokja's hands glided to Joonghyuk's shoulder and he tensed when the other found its way to his inner thigh.
"Look my way, you bastard"
Normally, Joonghyuk would've said nothing. Normally he would've got up and left. Normally he would have gone to bed. And most certainly he wouldn't make eye contact with the likes of Kim Dokja. Normally.
But he was drunk and the one star he was following started to bore him. So, he looked. He looked and he regretted it. He regretted it dearly.
Kim Dokja was pretty. Joonghyuk didn't care about what others said. He was. And in the spotlight of the moon, his porcelain skin glimmered and shown, dusted with a faint red. He had his eyes half-lidded, eyelashes barring his black velvet, and cloudy eyes, shaded by his bangs. Which were draped over his upper face as his head tilted down trying to giggle quietly from the liquor. His lips pressed into a smile, colored a light pink and Joonghyuk gaze stayed there for a while.
"I have something to say Yoo Joonghyuk-ah~"
Dokja's voice snapping Joonghyuk out of his thoughts. Dokja slightly laughed at the latter's dazed state, the sound filled with mirth and something Joonghyuk couldn't quite place his finger on.
"What." Joonghyuk managed to speak. His throat was tight and his eyes sharp.
"I get this feeling when I'm with you, ya'know?" His hand on his thigh started to move up and down again.
He freezes up.
Mind racing at light speed as he looks away again. His eyes are shaking. His hands are shaking. His voice is shaking when he says,
"What do you mean?" His voice cracks as his eyes swell.
He can't read Kim Dokja like he can to him. He doesn't know what he's thinking all the time. Nor can he tell why he knows a little bit more than he should or how he managed to talk to him like he has known him for years. Why he's so good at lyig when you don't pay attention to his nose. Why his face almost always twisted into a smile for most people but only for Joonghyuk did he playfully sneer. Why bantering with him was addicting and he couldn't stop if he tried. Or why his body seemed to be too thin no matter how Much he ate or how much he trained.
So many things he didn't know and yet he knew the feeling Kim Dokja was talking about as he started to describe it.
Dokja's voice was a blur and with the lazy slur of alcohol the words went by without a second thought. But the tone in his voice said it all. Desperation, longing and neediness oozing from Kim Dokja's whining voice into his ear.
Yoo Joonghyuk has always looked Kim Dokja's way. The man was entrancing, alluring and troublesome. Always doing something brash or unheard of. He was a spectre, in a glimpse or fleeting glance he was gone, so Joonghyuk would always stare right at him, afraid he'll leave. Eyes trained on the fox-like stature of him. Trying to pick apart every piece of him just to know what makes him tick but, he never knows everything.
But Joonghyuk doesn't think he can look at him this time. He's a coward. He knows that. But when Kim Dokja's eyes slip away, when he sits back, retracting his hands away in a disappointed way, the warmth of the others breath and touch is gone. Joonghyuk feels cold, almost curling into himself feeling shame and embarrassment seething into his mind. He sees Kim Dokja starting to stand up but grabs his hand.
He tugs him down in a swift motion, pulling him into his lap where he stares into his eyes harshly as he wraps large arms around his too-small waist. He doesn't know why but Joonghyuk couldn't bare to see Kim Dokja leave. He absolutely refused to see him leave his side. He just couldn't.
Maybe it was the same reason he held him so close.
Or why he leaned in to meet Kim Dokja's eager lips.
There were no words let between them as they kissed but the action said it all as the sun rose.
'I know how it feels too'