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namgyu inches closer, not making a sound, hoping that daeho never notices how he yearns for more touch. however, marines have a swift reaction, allegedly, so daeho puts a warm arm around him and sighs somewhere above his temple. namgyu hates how smug that sigh sounds.
he doesn't have much to bitch about, though - can you believe how nice it is to wake up and have a breakfast, a real handmade meal, waiting for you on the old-fashioned table, to have someone to text if you're bored at work or to be called a weird pet name from the bedroom?
it's barely a bedroom, namgyu thinks - there is no place as the king-sized bed, of which daeho is immensely proud, takes up three quarters of the room. their bedside table with a dinky lamp takes the rest. daeho argues - it is a bedroom in a home - because if it's cozy, then it's worth it. namgyu is not able to notice the 'coziness' in his old glasses on the table and his shirt folded on the bed, but he keeps quiet. he thinks daeho likes him in glasses.
daeho actually likes a lot of stupid bullshit; what's more, he tries to involve namgyu in it, so now every tuesday they watch a kdrama together, namgyu with his head on daeho's legs. now they take pictures together on walks and hold hands. namgyu pretends to be careless, only to shiver under daeho's touch at night or in the morning. it's a bit hard for him not to blabber all about their private life, their newly made secrets in the groupchat maybe when he's nervous, but he keeps quiet.
namgyu doesn't keep quiet when he's snickering. actually, it's more of a laughing fit, with namgyu's scrawny torso swinging forward-backwards-forward again, and daeho just giggling from time to time: he doesn't think his bibimbap wordplay was that funny. maybe it's the first month of them living together that's making namgyu - or them both - so head over heels? whatever.
namgyu also doesn't keep quiet when daeho mutters every praise under the sun to him in the dim of their night light. he hums, almost in a plea, nails digging in daeho's shoulder, until the latter hisses. namgyu concentrates enough force to say "come up here, dude. please" and to blindly, frantically search for daeho's cheeks and lips and temples.
kissing, namgyu feels how fucking wide daeho's smile is and doesn't know what to do. he's lost in him - gone! gone, gone - and he is anxious about how fine he is with that. he puts the worry away for later - panic reduces his sex drive - and moves his neck in a way that creates a perfect mold for daeho. 'holy shit', namgyu thinks, and moans like a girl.
he's not really quiet when scolding daeho - and braiding his hair at the same time.
- you're moving your head and everything keeps getting messier, - namgyu grits through his teeth, half of him wishing to drop the hairties and leave. classic! - shut the fuck up already. you look very handsome in everything so don't bitch please. - the last part is quieter, emphasis on the word "handsome" still noticeable. namgyu prefers the word "pretty" more, but he thinks he sees daeho's eye twitch when they start the toxic masculinity discourse for the n-th time. so instead of making daeho's therapist's paycheck bigger, namgyu leans over kang's steady shoulder and kisses his cheekbone (sloppily and quickly in case daeho suspects that namgyu is in love with him).
overall, it's so much more than nice. namgyu could list so many reasons, actually, starting with talks about childhood in the early morning haze, when daeho's hair is tickling his forehead, and ending with the fact that people look weird at them as they walk hand in hand. namgyu wonders if it happens because he looks like a junkie (and is one). he has asked daeho about that matter a few times only to get the dumbest answer: "you look like an angel. especially when you're wearing these pants".
there are debts still, yes, but not too big for them to prohibit themselves from buying fortnite gift cards and a rubber soul cd to think they're so niche. after all, they can spend a bit here and save someplace else - namgyu's going to wash his newly-dyed hair in the kitchen sink with daeho watching he doesn't bump his head and tattling in his ear. you know, so it's a tad more fun.