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

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"It's a, um, it's a custom piece. The one I have, I mean. I got it shortly after Akemi's mother and I officially split and she moved out. I contacted the jeweler who made it for me and asked if he could make another and he said absolutely, so... yeah." Custom piece. Identical. Hongjoong might pass out actually. Yunho continues after a quick lick of his lips. "You've always — you always act like a father to Akemi even though no one expects you to or demands that of you. You do it willingly and happily, and I never thought I would meet a person like you in a million years. I don't know how to show my gratitude for that but I thought that out of everyone in my life, you deserve this the most."

A key to Yunho's heart, his pride and joy, and an invitation. To what exactly, Hongjoong doesn't think he could figure that out right now, but he indulges in himself a bit, turning around on the couch so his back is now to Yunho. With a quick flick of his wrist, he extends the box with the necklace behind him, giving Yunho a silent plea to put the necklace on for him. Yunho takes it in stride and pulls the box from Hongjoong's hand. Their fingers brush for half a second, but both chase the feeling for another half-second before Yunho dips his chin with a chuckle.

The metal of the chain and pendant is cold against his skin, slipping over his neck and under the collar of his shirt before he can stop it. Hongjoong reaches up to touch the jewelry if only to confirm that it's real, this is real, Yunho is real.

Yunho does his best not to touch the back of Hongjoong's neck, and the older of the two is glad for it because he isn't sure if his heart can handle much more of this.

"There," Yunho whispers once the clasp sits attached on Hongjoong's skin.

"Thank you," Hongjoong says as he turns to face Yunho once more. His hand still sits atop the pendant, and he isn't sure he could move it if he wanted to with how touched he is by the gesture of the necklace.

"You don't need to thank me."

A breath of silence. Hongjoong feels like Yunho is the only person in the universe at that moment, the only other human being who knows him and understands him in ways even Hongjoong doesn't himself.

"I want to."

"Then I suppose I can't stop you if it's what you want." Yunho's eyes are twinkling under the fluorescent lights above them, little gems that shine with so much emotion that Hongjoong is overwhelmed just from the sight of it.

"I was engaged," Hongjoong blurts. He isn't sure what comes over him or possesses him to say such a thing, and as soon as he processes what he's said, he flings a hand up to cover his mouth. Yunho blinks back in equal parts shock and confusion. "I – hold on, I m-meant, uh, let me start over." Hongjoong is begging Wooyoung and San to come back and save him from this awkwardness, but apparently, his mouth has a mind of its own because he just keeps speaking instead. "My last relationship – the one I kinda told you about – we were together for three years then he proposed to me. We were engaged for seven months and planned the wedding and honeymoon and everything. There weren't... any problems between us, at least I didn't see any signs of there being something wrong. A few days before the wedding, he c-called it off and said he didn't want to marry me."

"Wh–Why?" Yunho exhales, and the one word quivers on his tongue.

"He... found someone else he wanted to be with more. Made more money than me, taller than me, better looking no doubt – just everything he wanted and more. He didn't even cheat on me b-but I selfishly wished he had just so that I could justify how I felt. I wanted to hate him but couldn't even do that because he was open and h-honest and kind even then. I get scared with you because you're so – so kind. So giving, and I get scared that I won't be good enough in the long run." Scared that it will happen again. That's what Hongjoong wishes he could say, but he doesn't need to because Yunho understands nonetheless.

Large hands cup his jaw, and Hongjoong is forced to look up at the man across from him.

"Anyone – and I truly mean anyone, Hongjoong – would be lucky to call you theirs for eternity. I hate that someone took that away from you and made you feel like you're less than perfect." Yunho is pulling him closer. He is sinking into Yunho's touch, long fingers guiding him forward with endless gentleness, and Hongjoong secures a hand by Yunho's side as he gets closer. Their noses brush, a smile twitches at Yunho's lips, and Hongjoong is about to risk it all for this man.

"I'm not drunk this time," Hongjoong murmurs, hot breath cascading over Yunho's mouth.

"You're not."

"So kiss m—"

"Got drinks!"

Hongjoong has never scrambled to get away from a person faster in his life, and he's pretty sure he nearly faceplants atop the glass coffee table in his rush to separate himself from Yunho.

Fuck Jung Wooyoung.

"Oh s-shit, uh, hold on, we'll go back into the kitchen for a second! Continue!" Hongjoong hears angry whispers, followed by a loud smack and a noise of indignation coming from San as the pair rush to get back into the kitchen. Hongjoong's cheeks burn with embarrassment. The mood has most definitely been killed thanks to Wooyoung's interruption, and when Hongjoong glances over to gauge Yunho's reaction, he finds a pretty blush splayed over the man's cheeks.

It shouldn't change anything. Friends have their moments like this, right? Friends get each other gifts and such, and maybe sometimes they nearly kiss in moments of clouded judgment. Yunho's expression is one that Hongjoong can't read. It's only after he's been staring at the younger man for well over a minute that Yunho meets his gaze and offers a shaky smile.

It shouldn't change anything, so why does it feel like the ground under Hongjoong has been shifted in ways that he both can't explain or reverse? The slippery slope just keeps sending him down.