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

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Yunho drops his face into the crook of Hongjoong's neck, and the younger is almost definitely crying now, tears wetting Hongjoong's skin as he clings to the man tighter.

"I'm so sorry for making you feel like you aren't enough," Hongjoong murmurs against the shell of the man's ear. He runs a hand through Yunho's hair, scraping blunt painted nails over his scalp with no particular rhythm. "Y-You're so much more — so much more than enough."

"Why are you making me cry on your birthday?" Yunho laughs, words reverberating against his skin, and the butterflies in Hongjoong's stomach flutter dangerously.

"Why are you crying on my birthday?"

"Aside from Akemi, you're one of the only good things I have in my life. I was scared I was going to lose you by being careless. I don't – I don't want to be careless with you, Hongjoong. I wanted to follow you out that door but couldn't bring myself to."

I want you. I like you. I need you. I love you. Hongjoong is thinking of all the things he could say, and the confidence is there, the willpower to say them is boiling over in his gut. San and Wooyoung watch from the edge of the living room with bitten-back smiles and a knowing gleam to their eyes. Even if they can't hear the conversation, Hongjoong doesn't doubt that they've stood in the same position and whispered confessions and promises and apologies to each other like this too. Instead of those confessions, Hongjoong mutters something else.

"I don't want you to be nothing."

"I spent too long hoping you would say that." Yunho pulls his head up from Hongjoong's neck and furiously blinks his tears away as he looks the shorter man in the eye.

"What else did you hope I would say?"

"I couldn't bring myself to ask for anything more than that."

Hongjoong presses a hand to Yunho's cheek, collecting the tears staining his skin and pushing them away with the pads of his thumb.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"I hope not. I'd like to keep you around for as long as possible."

It's not a confession for either of them. They aren't admitting to anything special or telling each other how they feel or if they even feel the same way about each other. Maybe there are romantic emotions behind the words or maybe not; Hongjoong doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth and call anything too early. For now, he's content with this. This admission of needing each other and wanting to be around each other. And when Hongjoong is ready, he will dissolve the line of friendship that he drew in the sand and be honest about how he feels. This is already more than he could have hoped for given what he said and how vehemently he tried to destroy their relationship.

"Um, as cute as you guys are, can you hurry it up so we can open presents?" Wooyoung croons from the other side of the room, and Hongjoong holds back the urge to roll his eyes. "And Yunho is not a present so please for the sake of my innocence don't do anything explicit opening up over there!"

"You whore!" Hongjoong scoffs, glancing around Yunho's shoulder to scowl at his friend. Wooyoung simply beams back at him before making a crude gesture with his hand and giving him a thumbs up. Still, they both heed his words and untangle their arms from each other to follow the other two further into the living room while Wooyoung prattles on about the new furniture he's planning on getting for the house to a mildly interested Yunho. San stops beside Hongjoong, careening an elbow into his side and flashing his dimples. "Was this your idea?"

"Maybe? You should be glad I didn't decide to lock the two of you in a room so you could talk shit through." San clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Progress is progress, I suppose, so I can't be too mad at the fact that you two literally look at each other with hearts in your eyes yet still refuse to confess."