✨~omfg when ever i cry it makes me feel better, BUT MY BODY WONT LET ME FUCKING CRY AND IM SAD WTF?!~✨
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"shotaro, don't lie. i actually know why you're limping." the taller said, placing a hand on the older's thigh, "i also know what you do for money."
"w-what..?" shotaro's eyes widened, "w-what is it t-then?" "you're a camboy, aren't you?" the taller asked, well more like said as he tilted his head.
the smaller bit his bottom lip, chewing on it. "how'd you know..." he asked, coming out as a mere whisper.
"well, uhm... let's just say that... chenle told me... and i found an outfit you wore once in the laundry.."
sungchan said. "but- h-how'd you know i wo-" shotaro shut himself up, going bright red.
he quickly got down from the counter and rushed into his room, closing the door. all of a sudden remembering he needed to have a shower.
"cmon~ open the door.." the brunette whined.
"...no..." the silver haired pouted, crossing his arms as he sat on his bed, going through his korean homework.
"i just wanna talk." sungchan said, not giving up on trying to make him open the door.
"no, you probably think i'm weird or you don't like me anymore." the silver haired said, getting up and walking over to the door. not opening it, just standing there.
"no i don't, i promise you." he said, the silver haired opened the door and stared up at him.
"you don't think i'm weird?" shotaro asked with pleading eyes,
"no... in fact, i think it's hot." the brunette smirked, almost getting a door shut in his face. but, he put his foot there before it could be closed.
"weirdo." the silver haired mumbled, trying to close the door. "i was joking... kinda... not the point." sungchan said, not moving, "i'm sorry, but i don't think you're a weirdo and i most definitely don't hate you, okay?"
the silver haired finally gave up and sighed, a small pout evident on his lips when he faced the taller.
"really? you're telling the truth? you aren't just saying this to... i don't know.." he sighed, looking at the ground.
"of course not, we're friends! why'd like i hate you?" the brunette asked, hugging the smaller.
"...right... friends..." he accidentally mumbled aloud.
"what? is there something wrong with that?" sungchan asked, looking down at him.
"no. it's nothing." the older mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his oversized, long sleeved shirt.
"you sure?" the younger asked with a small snicker.
"mhm!" shotaro hummed annoyedly, crossing his arms.
"friend zoned, once again."
"you didn't say that in your head you know?" sungchan asked, raising a brow.
"whatever. leave me alone." the shorter rolled his eyes before walking over and falling onto his bed, looking up at the roof.
but his view of the white roof was blocked by the brunette male. "what if i don't want to?"
the silver haired rolled his eyes and scoffed, but on the inside felt like dying right now, the taller korean was literally hovering over him right now- just like in those... let's stop now.
"shut up, you're just making this worse." shotaro tried to say, coming out more as a whimper.
"making what worse?" the brunette asked with a grin.
"i told you to shut up!" he whined, punching the taller's arm and regretting in when his wrist was pinned to the bed by sungchan's hand.
the shorter blushed and looked anywhere other than sungchan's eyes, trying his hardest to not make eye contact.
"cmon, just tell me." the taller smiled softly, he already had an idea of what shotaro meant, but he wanted to hear him say it.
the japanese had his lips in a thin line and shook his head, refusing to tell him anything.
sungchan leaned down to his ear, "please baby? answer me like a good boy." he said, almost a whisper.
the older went even redder, from the being pinned to the bed to the breath on his ear and the deep voice. the being called baby and being told to be a good boy. it all just made him feel weak.
"i.." his voice was a quiet as a whisper could get, "i maybe.. just maybe.. like you."
"speak up." the taller smirked, already hearing what he said.
the shorter sat up, "i like you! okay? now leave me alone!" he yelled before running out the room and straight to donghyuck's house.
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"dongfuckie~" he called out as he opened the door. he walked into the kitchen and his pure, virgin eyes caught a glimpse of the devil.
donghyuck was sat up on the counter no pants, legs wrapped around marks waist as he stood in between them, caressing his thighs. donghyuck's shirt hung real low and mark was on the verge of being undressed by the younger.
donghyuck's hands were gripping and tangled in marks haired as they sucked faces.
"ew." shotaro cringed at the sight.
"AH! WHAT THE FUCK SHOTARO?!" donghyuck yelled, pushing mark away.
"I'M SORRY I JUST HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT!" he yelled back, wanting to cry.
"awe baby you look so sad!" donghyuck jumped off of the counter and ran over to him, cupping his face in his hands. "what happened baby?"
"uhm... don't call me that.. just not right now." shotaro sniffled. "okay? bub, what happened?"
"uhm... he- sungchan... found out i- you know, what i do? and he said it was fine-"
"supportive boyfriend, i stan." donghyuck interrupted.
"donghyuck!" shotaro whined, "and uhm... i may have... accidentally? well, he told me to tell him.. that i.. like him.."
"AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?!" donghyuck. asked eagerly. "well... i ran off, straight to you."
"WHY? NOO! you didn't even hear his responseee~" donghyuck whined, shaking shotaro's shoulders vigorously.
"i'm sorry... i just got too nervous... i couldn't stand around and be rejected... and believe me, this is not the way i wanted him to find out."
"it's okay, but-" "but hyuck! it gets worse!" the boy cried out. "WHAT?" donghyuck exclaimed.
"he- i- i did a live, right? yeah, and uhm,, i accidentally.. 'said' you know? wink wonk. his name and uhm HE WAS IN THE FUCKING HOUSE, DONGHYUCK. HE. HEARD. IT. ALL!"
"SHOTARO YOU DUMBFUCK!" donghyuck screamed. "THAT'S YOUR NICKNAME FUCKFACE!" the taller yelled back.
"are you almost done here?" mark grumbled, loosening the tie he had on.
"sorry marker, but me being here is more important than your horniness." shotaro said, turning back to donghyuck.
"okay uhm... it's fine... you can hear his response after you go back, in literally a few minutes." donghyuck grinned, almost pushing him out the door.
"wait-" he had a door closed in his face. "damnit. renjun it is then."
he had knocked on the door at least seventeen (;3) times, yet there was no response, at all.
shotaro sighed and just sat down outside his door, "shit. i didn't fucking bring my phone!"
he rested his face in his hands and groaned in frustration, why were non of his friends available when he needed them.
the silver haired was in his thoughts now. when would taeyong be home? would taeyong freak out if he doesn't know where he is? yes. he'll probably get a beating from him too.
but he didn't wanna go back there, he had made a fool of himself and fucking told him he liked him!
"fuck! i've ruined everything!" he hit his head.
for the next 3 hours he just sat outside renjun house, not really wanting to go anywhere else. but, sadly, around 8pm it started raining, heavily.
"hmm god loves me doesn't she.." he grumbled.
it began to get dark but he didn't care, he liked the rain anyways, it was calming and made him feel some sort of peace.
he heard the sound of shoes tapping the ground next to him and suddenly no rain was splattering on him.
"taeyong..?" shotaro asked, looking at at the boy who held an umbrella over him.
"cmon silly, come back home. you'll freeze out here." taeyong smiled, lending his hand out.
"no... i don't want to..." the younger mumbled, hugging himself.
taeyong grabbed his hand and made him stand up, "i'm not taking that for an answer, you are coming home, no if's, but's or when's."
"...fine.." shotaro grumbled, holding onto taeyong's warm hand. "here," taeyong said, giving him his jacket, "you're literally shaking."
shotaro smiled at him, "thanks." "it's what mothers are for." taeyong rolled his eyes at what he himself just said.
they started walking back to the house, passing the busy streets what were still filled with cars, even this late at night.
"no.. i don't want to go inside.." the younger mumbled, not moving as they reached the door.
"cmon... or i'll get sung-" "no! fine! i'm going inside! but you aren't going to see me for the rest of the night."
so with that, they walked into the house, the silver haired placed taeyong's jacket on the table before speed walking to his room, closing the door, immediately locking it.
"i'll shower then hibernate in here." he mumbled jokingly before going to shower.
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"sho- open the door." taeyong told as he tried to turn the door handle. "only because it's you." the younger mumbled, walking over to the door.
he opened the door and looked at him, "what?"
"you haven't eaten yet, what do you want?" shotaro pondered, but closed the door when he made eye contact with someone in the lounge room.
"i don't care, i'll have whatever." he told from his room.
taeyong nodded, even though it could not be seen.
the silver haired felt all sorts of things, he was blushing but felt nauseous when he made the eye contact, not to mention he was really fucking nervous.
taeyong opened his door and handed him some fruit, "i don't see you eat but when you do it isn't healthy, so here."
"thanks hyung." he smiled up at him front his place on the floor. "why are you on the floor?" taeyong asked.
"j-just... because?" shotaro smiled again.
"okay, bye weirdo." the older said before leaving the room.
shotaro sighed and walked over to the desk, he placed the fruit on it an analysed them. picking the apple to eat.
"oh, and you better sleep tonight." taeyong said as he walked past, sounding like a mother.
"yes mum." shotaro rolled his eyes.
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✨~anygays, it's 12am and i ain't going to sleep.
i love you!🥵❤️~✨
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