The sun streamed in and warmed up Doyoung’s face. The sudden warmth and glare caused Doyoung to force his eyelids open. He blinked the early morning cloudiness from his eyes as he sat up abruptly. Oh crap, School.
He had a busy week and he lost track of the days. Doyoung stuck out his left fore finger. They were at his house for the project. He lifted two more fingers . Bunking over at Jaehyun’s for two nights, moving into the dorm….last night….and today. Doyoung looked at the six fingers stuck out on his hands. It was a Thursday on the day they worked on the project, he had boldly skipped school on Friday. Weekends passed quickly. Monday was a Public Holiday, but school resumed today.
Doyoung let out a heavy sigh and collapsed backwards, his back meeting with a strong chest. Two sleeved-up arms wrapped around him and Doyoung sank back deeper into the warmth. He tilted his head upwards to admire the pretty, angelic features of his company.
“Taeyong…” Doyoung mumbled softly, “We’ve got school today,”
“Doesn’t mean we’re going to attend it,” Taeyong replied sleepily, pulling the sheets over Doyoung and him.
Doyoung nuzzled into Taeyong’s chest, thinking about the previous night’s events.
“I love you, Doyoung”
Doyoung’s breath hitched, hearing the shaky voice. His grip tightened on the door knob.
“Doyoung, don’t go, I’m so-so sorry, I…I want you in my arms again…p-please,”
Doyoung felt warm tears poking at the corners of his eyes, he turned slightly to catch a quick glance at Taeyong’s current state. Doyoung’s heart cracked at the sight: Taeyong’s eyes were red and wet, streams of tears flowed down his cheeks as he desperately wiped them away. It was a pity, he had to break someone after he broke him.
Taeyong weakly held his shaky arms out to beg Doyoung into an embrace as he got onto his knees on the bed, his soft sobbing ringing alarm bells in Doyoung’s head. He had to get away.
“D-Doyoung…” Taeyong relaxed his arms and allowed them to fall onto his sides as he watched Doyoung through teary eyes. He hung his head in remorse and sadness, his eyes glazing as he stared at the floor.
Doyoung lost it.
He released his grip on the door, stumbled and leaped into Taeyong’s chest, crying silently as two gentle arms cuddled him and pulled him on the bed. They hugged each other in a tearful mess. Settling onto Taeyong’s shoulder, Doyoung let Taeyong wipe away his tears and his pain.
Doyoung hesitantly pecked Taeyong’s tear stained cheek in return, brushing Taeyong’s pink bangs away from his eyes fondly.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” Taeyong's voice was hoarse from pleading.
Doyoung smiled comfortingly at Taeyong in response, leaning into the crook of his neck as Taeyong’s affectionate back pats and steadying breathing lull him to sleep.
Doyoung sighed contentedly as he felt Taeyong’s hand caressing his hair, brushing long strokes from Doyoung’s hair roots to his neck. Doyoung was glad that he decided to not leave. He did not have a clear plan on where to go, it was dangerous and he would be missing out on these head pats.
“We’re learning from home today,” Taeyong stopped the head pats as he scrolled through his phone.
“Mhm?”
“Apparently there was a chemical gas leakage in the school chemistry lab.”
“Oh.”
“They’re sorting it out so we’ll have to attend online school if the teacher has made any arrangements. You can check your school account for the schedule.”
Doyoung patted around his pockets for his phone, only to find them empty. Right, those are Taeyong’s pants.
“Do you know a Taeil?” Taeyong squinted at the screen of his messaging app.
“Yea, he’s a friend of mine,” Doyoung shifted his posture to lean on Taeyong’s shoulder more comfortably.
“He’s calling?”Taeyong handed the phone to Doyoung.
📞📞📞
“Taeil?” Doyoung replied, his voice scratchy.
“Doyoung! Are you okay? Did that sucker do anything? Doyoung, I can pick you up…”
“Taeil, i’m fine,” Doyoung comforted Taeil, trying to calm his nerves.
“Are you in his arms right now? Did he drug you? I thought…”
“Taeil, I’m fine. It’s pretty comfortable too,”
“….”
“Taeil?”
“So I’ll assume that Taeyong has something special. Anyway, I’ll send you the schedule,”
“Taeyong can help me check it,”
“JUST TAKE THE SCHEDULE.”
“Okay,”
“…”
“…”
“Bye, B…B..Bestie,”
“Bye, Taeil”
📞📞📞
“I didn’t know that you had a boyfriend,” Taeyong remarked, clearly disappointed.
“You think too much.,” Doyoung threw his phone back to Taeyong, “He’s not my type.”
“I knew that, then who’s your type?” The ends of Taeyong’s lips curved upwards slightly, but enough for Doyoung to notice.
“You,” Doyoung sighed, getting out of bed, rolling his eyes at Taeyong’s snarky whoop.
“I’ll be making breakfast,” Doyoung shuffled to the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Lovely, I have an online lecture to attend,” Taeyong beamed brightly, blowing a kiss to Doyoung.
🧇🧇🧇
Doyoung went over to Taeyong’s slouching figure in front of the computer. He slid a plate of warm waffles next to his laptop. Taeyong smiled a thanks at him and patted his lap.
Unfortunately, Doyoung did not have much experience in the sweet but foreign love world and he obediently put the plate of waffles on Taeyong’s lap. Taeyong groaned and put the waffles back on the table before pulling Doyoung onto his lap. Taeyong looked fondly at Doyoung’s big bunny eyes and bringing his hand to carcass Doyoung’s face.
“Can I touch you?” Taeyong’s hand ultimately stopped at Doyoung’s cheek. Doyoung nodded and Taeyong glided the back of his hand down Doyoung’s soft cheek. “This is quite different from the first time I touched you, do you like it now?” Judging from the way Doyoung was snuffling his face into his palm, that was a certain yes. “Was there every a reason?” Taeyong prodded carefully, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” He added hurriedly.
“Haephephobia, the fear of being touched,” Doyoung replied softly. Taeyong quickly withdrew his hand. “Put that back,” Doyoung grabbed Taeyong’s hand mid journey and put it back on his face.
“Are you going for treatment for it?” Taeyong asked, his hand cupping Doyoung’s cheek, regret filling his heart.
“I wouldn’t let the specialist touch me. They recommended a loved one to have treatment with me but…” Doyoung’s voice trailed off, his eyes diverting around the room. Taeyong waited patiently for him to continue. “I don’t think I have…one?” Doyoung’s voice cracked a little at the end and he coughed to cover it up. Taeyong pulled Doyoung closer to him and patted his head gently.
“That’s alright, you have me don’t you? You love me right?” Taeyong smiled softly at Doyoung, “I m..mean if you think so…I guess?” Taeyong fumbled with his words, frowning slightly.
“Have some confidence, I do love you alright?” Doyoung beamed softly at him, putting his hand on Taeyong’s one on his cheek.
“So we’re like…a couple now?” Taeyong silently wished for an answer, studying Doyoung’s expressions carefully.
"..."
“Yes, we are.”