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

sunrise

Ah. Younger than expected. Hongjoong honestly assumed the man was older than him simply because he has Akemi, and while the girl is only six, he figured Yunho would at least be upper twenties. He hopes that the shock doesn't read too well on his features but he has no such luck.

"Shocking, I know. Had Akemi early while we were still in college. Lots of... it was both good and bad, but it turned out to be more than worth it in the end because she's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Yunho stares at the table while he speaks, but Hongjoong can see emotion shining clearly in his dark eyes regardless.

It's that same raw and open one he saw before, the purest form of love he can think of, and he has to gulp down some wine to keep from getting overwhelmed by the mere sight of it. Despite having technically known Yunho for five (nearly six) months now, Hongjoong still can't find it in him to think it's appropriate to breach the subject of Akemi's mother. This is still their first personal one on one conversation, the first time they've exchanged names, and Hongjoong can't very well ask something so personal this soon.

"I've been a bit curious, so I hope you don't mind me asking," Yunho starts, looking to Hongjoong with a bit more fervor in his movements. "What made you think to call Akemi butterfly? I don't think I've ever come across another person who calls her that."

"Her mother used to call her that."

Hongjoong should have prepared himself for the question because that statement Yunho had made earlier in the week opened a door that would come back to bite him later. This must be later.

"Um, I hope this doesn't... sound odd or anything, but the first day she came to class, she had a clip in her hair. One with—"

"A blue butterfly on it," Yunho finishes for him.

"Y-Yeah. It stood out to me since I've always liked butterflies myself." Hongjoong thinks back to the pair of shoes he left by the door with small blue butterflies painted along the sides. "You probably didn't see them when I came in, but my shoes – uh, they have butterflies on them too." He motions past Yunho's shoulder and towards the door, but Yunho only stares directly at him and nowhere else.

"I noticed that! It look hand-drawn too, or maybe painted?"

"Painted, yes. I reform clothes I own sometimes and shoes as well if I come up with a cool enough idea. Just a side hobby, I guess, like piano." Hongjoong sips at his wine to busy himself and not focus on the way Yunho gazes at him intently. He isn't used to this: talking about himself, his interests, things he does in his spare time. Wooyoung and San know him well enough to have witnessed his growth into those hobbies, and he doesn't really have discussions like this with his fellow teachers. Maybe he mentioned it once or twice in passing to Seonghwa, but he and the man likely changed the topic quickly. It's a little bit embarrassing for him as a twenty-seven-year-old to talk about what he enjoys doing like he's back in high school or college. Something about the way Yunho offers an encouraging nod shoots that insecurity out the window.

"You know, Akemi talks about you a lot when I pick her up." He drags a finger over the rim of his wine glass, eyes trained on the liquid inside. "She loves talking about you more than what she learned or her friends in the class. This is probably weird but I think I've learned a lot about you through her. The piano lessons and drawings, how you'll sometimes draw pictures for her or show her your reformed clothes and shoes. I'm seriously grateful that you're her teacher and that she has you in her life." The words are spoken with too much emotion for Hongjoong's liking, and his gut melds into a deep pit of growing agony.

"You don't have to..." Hongjoong can't even finish the thought. You don't have to thank me, he wants to say. Yunho shakes his head.

"As much as I do to support us as a family and provide for her, it still falls short more often than not. Maybe this is too open of me, but I work a typical nine-to-five job as a business firm. Most if not all of my friends live out of town or work in similar fields and have lives like mine. When I have to go out of town for business trips, I have to leave Akemi with a friend in the next city over. I don't – I don't get to be the dad that she deserves to have. I can't teach her new things, play with her in the park, and sometimes I can hardly... hardly spend time with her in general because of all that. The fact that you are so ready and willing to sacrifice your time for someone who isn't even your kid or responsibility is quite telling of how good you are as a person. I am glad that she can have you as some sort of father figure in her life."

"I can – I can hardly take any credit," Hongjoong whispers, not daring to raise his tone any higher than that.

"You don't need to," Yunho replies in a tone just as quiet. "This dinner... I know very well that there is nothing I can do to repay you for what you are doing for Akemi. My heart will never be satisfied no matter what because you – you are doing something that even her mother refused to do, and that is simply to not leave her alone. I guess that's my way of saying that I admire you quite a bit, Hongjoong."

Hongjoong's heart is in absolute shambles. Yunho is being too open, too raw, too giving in his emotions. It's like Hongjoong can see straight through his chest and into his heart, pull the organ out and listen to every pang and stitched scar over it with ease. He is merely being genuine with Hongjoong, yet that one thing is more than all of Hongjoong's exes combined could not do. He wills his mouth to work properly, jaw stuttering and wavering without purpose for too long before he can speak again.

"If y-you ever need someone to look after Akemi while you're out of town, I would be happy to do so. My apartment – where I live, I mean – it's not too big, but I would gladly sleep on the couch so she can sleep in the bed, and I live alone so it's not like there would be anyone else with us and—"

"You'd truly do that?" The shock in Yunho's voice almost hurts to hear, like he can't believe anyone would do such a thing for him. In the back of his head, Hongjoong internally questions those friends that Yunho mentioned and how reliable they truly are. It catches him off-guard though. He isn't making the offer because he wants Yunho to like him or trust him or anything unsavory. He would make the same offer to any parent who needed help; Hongjoong truly values his job but he cherishes each student of his even more than that. Seeing people struggle on their own is never pleasant – a thing he recognizes in others but refuses to recognize in himself – so if he can make Yunho's day to day life even the tiniest bit easier, then he would jump at the opportunity.

"Of course."

"Are you truly real?"

Hongjoong needs at least another glass of wine in him before Yunho starts having an existential crisis, but this sort of disbelief seems a bit different, something that stagnates the air between them and lets them hover in each other's breaths like it's the only thing that matters.

"I would hope people value you enough to give you the bare minimum of what you deserve, Yunho." Hongjoong doesn't realize that it's the first time he's used the other man's name until he folds his lips into a soft grin.

"You forgot the stutter."

Hongjoong dares to smile back, nose scrunching up and cheeks rounding under the wire frames of his glasses.

"My apologies, Y-Yunho."

Yunho doesn't respond this time, but there doesn't seem to be a need to. The air returns to its pleasant trill, alight and humming with the beads of anticipation, and Hongjoong settles into the cloud with a newfound sense of ease and comfort in front of Yunho. There remains a stark sense of fear in his bones, one that does not care for the thoughts of where this might lead, what feelings will bud in his chest as a result, or how hard Hongjoong will recklessly fall because that's how it always is.

"I don't know if — this may be too bold but, uh, would you like to come for dinner again?"

This is a slippery slope and Hongjoong is already in the midst of falling.