I have some news. Some bad and some worse. Jkjk I've got also good news.
So, I got a job I think? yeyy. But because of this I will have less time to write so I've decided to set a specific day for updates. I will update once a week (even more if I manage), on Monday evening for me. I WILL keep writing though :)
Have a nice day/night and remember to drink water<333
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Hongjoong was on his way to Seonghwa's apartment.
They had texted quite a bit in the last week, and when Hongjoong had told Seonghwa he had never watched Star Wars the older had flipped out and demanded for them to watch it together. Hongjoong had not the option to say no.
He pulled up in the parking lot near the adress that Seonghwa had sent him and got out of his car. As he stood in front of the older's door he hesitated for a few seconds. Last time they had been left alone hapened... quite some things.
But he had promised, and he had absolutely no reason to be afraid of something happening. That time they were both drunk, and he and Seonghwa were friends now, not just acquaintances. So he took a big breath and knocked on the door.
Aminute later a smiling Seonghwa opened the door. He was obviously wearing home clothes. A big bright yellow shirt with a cat printed on it and a pair of sport shorts. But Hongjoong gaze was drawn elsewhere.
It was drown to the slightly damp hair on top of the males head that still dropped a few droplets of water onto his shirt and neck, one single drop was sliding down the man's throat. Hongjoong's eyes followed it until it reached the collar of Seonghwa's shirt, where the fabric absorbed the liquid.
"You're early."
Hongjoong's eyes shot up to Seonghwa's smiling ones. He was early by a little over fifteen minutes, that was true, but he didn't expect Seonghwa to look like he had just gotten out of the shower.
He cleared his throat and nodded while trying to keep his eyes away from the man's neck.
Seonghwa invited him inside. He asked him to wait for a few minutes in the living room while he dried his hair, so that's what Hongjoong did. He sat down onto the couch in front of the small coffee table and the medium sized TV, beside a couple of blankets and pillows. A couple of bowls were placed on the little table, in one there were chips, in the other popcorns.
Hongjoong found himself smiling at them. It was cute in a way the way Seonghwa had put effort even when they were simply watching a movie, if it was Hongjoong instead, he probably would have just prepared the movie and the told his friends to handle the rest. Seonghwa was such a sweet person.
Alittle less more than five minutes later Seonghwa came back, his hair now dry.
"Sorry, I showered this morning but at work earlier one of my coworkers tripped. I swear, he was carrying a sack of flour and it got literally everywhere." Seonghwa sighed sitting down beside him on the couch and grabbing the remote from the armrest.
"Don't worry."
Hongoong's pulled his leg to his body, hugging his knees as Seonghwa set up the film. When everything was finally ready Seonghwa stood up once again to turn off the light. Apparently the ambience was something crucial when watching a film.
The movie started, and for the first few minutes Hongjoong was focused on the screen in front of him. Seonghwa had grabbed the bowls full of popcorns from the table and it was now resting in his lap as he munched on them every now and then.
But after about half an hour Hongjoong's brain started acting on his own. He found himself glancing to his right, to Seonghwa, more than it should've been normal, and everytime he did his gaze lingered on the beautiful male for just a tad too long until he forced himself to drag it back on the luminous screen.
And it wnt on like that. Every few minutes Hongjoong's eyes trailed to his right, and everytime he forced himself to look back up ahead.
And maybe Hongjoong didn't even try that hard to focus on the movie.
Everything was fine until, when only half an hour was left for the movie to end, when he turned to look at Seonghwa their eyes met, and the older was already looking at him.
It was almost as he couldn't look away. Almost as he couldn't move. There was nothing wrong with his body, Hongjoong was sure of it, but his brain refused to move.
Seonghwa wasn't moving either.
Hongjoong wasn't sure if they stared at each other for hours or just a few seconds, he just knew that at one point, his body started moving on its own. He slowly leaned over the other male, the distance separating them becoming less and less at every breath, at every heartbeat.
A gentle touch on his arm, the soft scent of peaches and flowers invading his nostrils and clouding his senses like a drug, millions of stars staring at him through the eyes of the one sitting beside him, the one that was now just a few centimeters from his face.
And then, the soft touch of those plump lips on his own. And Hongjoong couldn't think.
At first it was just a simple kiss, the simple act of lips pressed against each other. Hongjoong didn't understand. He had broken up with Mingi not even that long ago, but never, never in his life, he had ever felt like this from a gesture so simple.
It was as if millions of fireworks had been set inside his stomach, as if he could see the stars all around him, smiling at him and showing him all their light. And it was beautiful. Hongjoong felt good.
It felt good to kiss Seonghwa.
He didn't realize it the first time, probably because he was drunk, but when their lips started moving against each other he could feel everything, without the numbness that the alcohol always brought. He could feel the care and the thoughtfullness Seonghwa was putting in the kiss, he could feel the gentleness. He didn't know why, but it warmed him.
Every single second seemed like hours but at the same time it all seemed to last too shortly.
When they parted to catch their breaths, their faces remained close. Hongjoong stared into those eyes filled with luminous stars like they were the most precious thing in the world without even knowing it himself. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, he could hear himself struggling to brathe in enough oxygen, but it was a good feeling.
And Seognhwa was absolutely stunning with his red cheeks, his slightly swollen lips and his rigged breathing. He was gorgeous.
They had completely forgotten about the film playing, that now served only as a light background noise and a source of light in the dark living room of Seonghwa's apartment.
Seonghwa was about to speak, but just as he let out the first word a knock on the door resonated in the room. And then another one. And another one.
Hongjoong turned his head to the door, where the sound was coming from. He probably expected Seonghwa to stand up and see who was visiting him, but the older wasn't moving, just staring at him in awe.
"...Aren't you going to see who it is?" Hongjoong breathed out.
"I probably should."
But Seonghwa didn't move. Until from behind the door someone started to speak and Seonghwa' head abruptly turned to it, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar.
"Seonghwa, are you home? Can we talk?"
Hongjoong's body stiffened. The voice was familiar but his brain wasn't working. Because Seonghwa looked overly surprised at that voice and Hongjoong wondered if he had fucked up, if Seonghwa actually had a boyfriend and if he had accidentally helped him cheat. But again, his brain wasn't working.
When Seonghwa shot up from the couch to run to the door he was about to jump and hide. Don't get him wrong, he didn't want to hide whatever that was that they were doing from whoever was behind that door but he also didn't want to be involved in some strange drama.
But he let out a relieved sigh when the door was opened and behind it stood a sad looking Wooyoung. Hongoong remembered Wooyoung mostly because of that night with San, and partly because Seonghwa had mentioned him more than once while they were texting.
He slowly stood up from the couch when Seonghwa turned to him.
"Is everything okay?"
"Hongjoong I'm sorry," Seonghwa started, an apologetic look in his eyes. "I'm sorry I really need to talk to Woo, I-"
"Seonghwa it's fine really, the movie was about to finish anyway." Hongjoong smiled. He understood. Wooyoung was Seonghwa's bestfriend. However he still couldn't help that bittersweet feeling that filled his heart right then and there.
But it was something they had done in the spur of the moment. It didn't mean anything. Hongjoong thought it didn't mean anything.
As he put on his shoes Seonghwa's apologetic gaze didn't leave him for one second, until he smiled at them before walking off to his car.
He checked his phone, it showed 07:57pm. He let out a long sigh as he thought back at earlier. The way Seonghwa's lips seemed to fit so perfectly on his own, the way his heart started beating faster and the feeling that everything left inside him.
It didn't mean anything. They had already kissed before. But this time they were sober.
But why, just why, Hongjoong thought, even if it meant nothing, Hongjoong couldn't shake off the feeling that it could have meant something?