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

mist

"Yeah, well, took you eight months to grow the balls to ask Wooyoung out."

"Part of that was your fault. He's your best friend before he's my boyfriend, and I thought you would kill me if I so much as looked at him the wrong way."

"Still might," Hongjoong grumbles before joining the aforementioned man on the couch. Wooyoung scrambles to the side just before he sits down, making space between him and Yunho for Hongjoong to sit.

"Okay, me first, me first!" Wooyoung insists as he passes an all too large package Hongjoong's way with his trademark toothy smile. Hongjoong least favorite part about birthdays is the awkwardness that comes with opening presents because he is the type who needs to give in return for receiving something. And if he's being honest, he is most nervous about whatever Yunho brought him, but he tries to distract himself with Wooyoung and San's gifts first.

Wooyoung gets him a new jean jacket along with a set of paints that Hongjoong had been eyeing for a while, adding that he got himself a jacket as well so that they could reform the clothes together as a friend project. Hongjoong pokes fun at him for the action and accuses him of only getting Hongjoong something because Wooyoung wanted it for himself at first. Wooyoung plays along with a scrunched nose, faking offense to mess with Hongjoong some more before San interrupts to pass another gift his way. Hongjoong unwraps a new pair of shoes from the man who insists they'll add at least two inches to Hongjoong's height just from the insoles, and he nearly earns a boot in the face for that comment but Hongjoong holds back only because Yunho is present.

And speaking of Yunho, that's how Hongjoong finds himself suddenly looking him in the eye as the man extends a delicately wrapped box with a small blue bow on top of it.

"I wasn't too sure what to get you but... I hope you'll like it," Yunho says just before biting his lip so hard that it hurts to look at. Hongjoong exhales a nervous laugh, fingers nearly shaking as he pulls the wrapping paper away and reveals the box underneath. He knows from experience that it must be jewelry of some sort, but even thinking about it can't prepare him for what's inside.

"Y-Yunho," he stammers, eyes flitting between the gift and the man's face in absolute disbelief. It's something small and delicate, a thing that might be insignificant upon first glance or to anyone other than Yunho and Hongjoong themselves, but Hongjoong knows the second he sees it how special and precious the thought behind it is.

"Her mother used to call her that."

"He would show me the pretty butterflies he painted and would read me a poem to help me fall asleep."

"Okay, one little butterfly safely put back to bed without any issue."

On a small bed of white foam there sits a little blue butterfly. It's attached to a silver chain at the tip of one of the wings, tilted at a slight angle in the box, and Hongjoong tilts his head to match it as he stares down.

"We should get the drinks," San cuts in, shaking Hongjoong out of his stunned reverie.

"Okay, babe. Have fun with that!"

"No, we, Wooyoung, we should get the drinks."

"Huh? Why we? Oh! Oh. Oh my god, yes, we should definitely get the drinks. Excuse us for a second, we'll be right back!" Wooyoung bolts from his spot on the couch, followed quickly by San, and all of a sudden, it's just Hongjoong and Yunho sitting in the living room. Endless amounts of empty space around them yet only mere centimeters separating their thighs from touching.

"A butterfly," Hongjoong whispers at last, and he finally dares to look back up at Yunho. Yunho doesn't look back at him though; he has his head hung a bit, fingers awkwardly and nervously clasped around something on his neck. Hongjoong waits as patiently as he can for the man to react in some way, and once again his heart threatens to stop in his chest. Yunho unfolds his fingers to reveal an identical silver chain with a blue butterfly pendant placed in the exact same position as the one Hongjoong holds in his hand.