feels like floating (when i'm with you) - hohong

sunrise

It's fine, it's fine. It will be fine. Just one glass of wine then you can tell him that your friend is waiting outside. Is it lame to have your twenty-five-year-old friend pick you up when you're twenty-six? Why does this feel like high school?

Hongjoong doesn't realize he's standing at the sink and scrubbing a wet rag over the same plate over and over again until Yunho comes up on his right.

"You good?"

"Fuck – I mean shit, damn, um, fudge! Fudge. Yeah, fudge."

Yup, there's a great example for your kid, Yunho! Hongjoong mentally uppercuts himself in the nose as he sets the last plate on the drying rack and fumbles to put everything back in its proper place. Yunho huffs out a loud laugh, chin tipping back to expose the long column of his throat, and Hongjoong most definitely spends far too long staring at the way his tendons twitch.

"Well, that explains why Akemi always tells me to say fudge when I cuss in front of her." He shakes his head, still laughing a bit under his breath. He slips away from Hongjoong's side, and the shorter man uses it as an opportunity to catch his own breath and calm his racing heart. "You big on wine, Mr. Kim?"

Mr. Kim. The name sounds a bit odd and foreign on Yunho's tongue in such a setting, and Hongjoong has to tell himself that that discomfort is the reason why he says what he does next.

"You can call me H-Hongjoong if you'd rather." He can't keep from stuttering in his sudden state of nervousness, and Yunho twists to look back at him from the other side of the kitchen.

"With the stammer and everything?" Yunho jokes through a hum. Hongjoong whips around to face him, a bit of disbelief coating his expression, and the other man just lifts two empty wine glasses and motions back towards the dining table. "You can call me Y-Yunho then. For solidarity."

Hongjoong would really love to punch him in that pretty mouth of his because curse him for being the entire package. Was being tall and attractive not enough? God had to make him cute and adorable, along with having a beautiful natural flush to his cheeks that comes out when he smiles or laughs? And he has a nice ass and a good sense of humor? Hongjoong is absolutely screwed and not in the way he wants to be. He is gonna leave this dinner tonight fully whipped for this man. The brief and fleeting thought to call Wooyoung for backup and get the hell out of here earlier than intended crosses his mind, but that is swept away when Yunho straddles a chair and spreads his legs far wider than is even remotely necessary. Hongjoong's body just moves on its own at that point, and he finds the seat on Yunho's left.

It feels like there is lead rushing through his veins rather than blood. Almost a heady sensation like Hongjoong is already drunk despite not having had a drop of alcohol yet. Yunho rectifies that quickly though, pouring a glass of the dark red liquid and passing it over to Hongjoong with long fingers splayed over the bottom of the glass. He doesn't drink from it right away as much as he wants to. It would be bad etiquette to start drinking before him surely, and the stretch grin Yunho wears when he notices the gesture almost hurts Hongjoong's heart.

"So, Hongjoong, I don't believe I know how old you are." His name sounds really wonderful coming from Yunho's lips, but that is a dangerous thought. And Yunho looks dastardly good taking a languid sip from his wine glass. Focus, Hongjoong, focus.

"I'm, uh, turning twenty-seven in early November."

"Oh?" Yunho sounds genuinely surprised by that, head tilting to the side to accentuate his shock. "I would never have guessed. You hardly look twenty-three."

"I get that a lot. Youthful genes blessed me."

"Apparently so. I swear I've got to look older than you and I'm twenty-six."