These Things That Fall Away
Pairing: HimDae
Rated: M
Length: 5.6K
"What do you mean you have to stay an extra two weeks? It's already been three months!" Daehyun gripped onto the phone so tightly that he heard the case crack under his strength.
Himchan sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. They won't let me leave until I get this case finished."
Daehyun bit onto his tongue, worried if he opened his mouth that he would say something he would regret later. Himchan was supposed to have been home a month ago. The business trip to America was only meant to last for eight weeks. That was still about seven weeks and six days too long, in his opinion. But every time he was set to come home, something else came up and now it had been thirteen weeks since he had seen his boyfriend.
Thirteen. Long. Weeks.
"I miss you.” Daehyun tried not let his voice waver, but Himchan could always see right through him.
“Don’t be sad, baby.” Himchan sounded tired. “I’ll be home before you know it and we’ll be able to make up for lost time.”
Sniffing, Daehyun threw himself on the bed. “But I want to see you right now.” He whined. “You don’t know what it’s like. You’re busy all day and probably never even think of me. But I have to sit here in our apartment, looking at your clothes in the closet, seeing pictures of us on the walls, listening to your voice on the answering machine every time it rings. It isn’t fair.”
Himchan loved his boyfriend more than anything in the world, but he was starting to lose his patience after having the same conversation every time they spoke.
“I know Daehyun.” He said, his voice showing his annoyance. “But there’s nothing I can do about it. Do you really want me to lose my job?”
“Do you really want to lose me?” Daehyun yelled, not regretting his words. He had been a good boyfriend long enough. He had stayed faithful to his boyfriend and waited patiently by the phone every night for the calls that rarely ever came.
But he was done.
And it had been so long since he’d been shown affection. Himchan should really come with a warning label, he always teased him. Once you got a taste of him, you became addicted, always wanting more, more, more. And these withdrawals were slowly driving him insane.
Himchan growled into his ear over the phone. “Don’t start that with me, Daehyun.” He warned angrily. “I’m not playing games with you.”
“Neither am I.” He replied, running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. “I’m tired, Himchan.” He muttered. “We can’t go on like this.”
The other line was silent, but Daehyun could hear Himchan’s breaths coming faster.
“What are you saying?” He finally asked, his voice cold.
Daehyun rubbed his fist into his eyes and pushed back the tears. “I’m saying I miss you.” His voice cracked as he told him the truth. “I miss you so fucking much and I think about you every second of the day and I don’t even want to get out of bed because I know it’s just another day that you won’t be home!”
“What do you want me to do?” His boyfriend’s raspy voice asked through the line. “Do you want me to quit my job for you?”
“No!” Daehyun fisted his fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as he could. “I just want you, baby. Just you.” He felt a drop slide down his cheek and over his lips. “I have to go.” He blurted, not wanting him to hear his cries. “I just- I have to go.”
“Daehyun, don’t hang up!” Himchan begged, fear creeping into his voice. “Please, we can just talk, please do-“
Slamming the phone against the wall effectively ended the conversation and probably permanently ended the phone, the teary-eyed boy collapsing to his knees as he sobbed over missing his boyfriend, as he had done every night since he’d been gone.
His laptop beeped, signaling he had a webcam request, but he knew it would be from him and he was still mad. And seeing his black hair and small dark eyes plead for him to change his mind would probably work because Himchan knew his aegyo always won Daehyun over.
The computer beeped a second and a third time until Daehyun held down on the power button to turn it off. He’d talk to Himchan when he was calmer, he told himself, heading towards the bedroom to try and get some much needed rest. It was 1am and even though Daehyun would have waited all night for a phone call, he was getting sick of never getting one at a normal hour. His boss was starting to yell at him for having dark circles around his eyes.
All he needed was some rest, he thought to himself, burrowing his body against Himchan’s pillow. He could go another night pretending it was his boyfriend next to him.
But it would hurt.
---
The battery had just fallen out of his phone, he realized when he got up the next morning. When he turned it back on there were fourteen text messages and eight voicemails awaiting him.
The first few were Himchan begging him to call back. That he was sorry and he loved him more than anything.
The middle ones were him getting annoyed. Daehyun could hear the slur start in his voice and could tell he was drinking. Himchan never drank. He said it wasn’t dignified. He must have been pretty damn angry to pick a glass up.
The last couple made Daehyun flinch. His normally sweet and affectionate boyfriend screamed words at him that he didn’t even know Himchan knew.
He hung the phone up, hands shaking at the venom that was just spit into his ear. Last night was just supposed to be an argument. They were going to both apologize today and pretend it never happened.
But that was before Himchan screamed that he hated him.
And that he never wanted to see him again.
He dropped his face into his hands, sobbing brokenly for the hundredth time that week. All he wanted was Himchan home with him. In his arms and telling him that he loved him.
Sighing, he scrubbed his face clean and got dressed for work. His job at the doctor’s office consisted of answering phones and filing charts all day, boring as hell, but it paid well. And the nurse he worked with was hilarious, always teasing him and trying to make him laugh.
That was what he needed today.
“Daehyun-ah!” Youngjae grinned when he stepped into the break room to remove his coat. “What’s with the sad face? You look like your dog just got ran over.”
He bit his lip, hanging his coat on the hook. “Himchan and I got into a fight.”
Youngjae frowned. “Is he back? You didn’t tell me that.”
“He’s still in America.” Daehyun said, pouring a cup of coffee into his mug. “He told me it’s going to be another two weeks until he can come home.” He chewed his cheek as he remembered how angry he was over the phone. “He was only supposed to be gone for eight weeks. It’s been three months.”
“That’s rough.” Youngjae agreed. He grinned at him unexpectedly. “So does that mean you’re not going to sit pathetically by the phone waiting on him tonight? We can finally hang out together!” He clapped his hands. “Let’s go dancing!”
Daehyun opened his mouth to refuse, but the brown-haired boy looked so excited that he didn’t have the heart to. Youngjae had been begging him to come out with him for weeks now. Himchan always encouraged him to find friends to spend time with while he was gone, but Daehyun felt guilty about it. It was almost like he was cheating on him.
“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But don’t let me drink too much, okay? Himchan doesn’t drink so I rarely ever do and I get drunk easily.”
Youngjae nodded, the smile still stretched across his chubby cheeks. “I’ll pick you up about nine, okay? There’s a club near your apartment that just opened that I’ve been wanting to go to.”
The thought of spending his night out with his co-worker and clubbing didn’t sound like the best time in the world, but if it kept his mind of Himchan then he was willing to try anything.
The bubbly nurse kept his mind off of his fractured relationship, going on and one about how much fun they were going to have together and how he was going to regret never having hung out together before.
Daehyun laughed and smiled at the appropriate moments, but his mind was never far from his problems.
He almost hoped Himchan was just as distracted as he was.
It would serve him right.
---
It took him thirty minutes to decide what to wear for their night out. He stared in his closet for close to fifteen just wondering if he even had any clubbing clothes. Then after changing his outfit three times he finally decided on a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. When Himchan and he had started dating they went out to clubs a few times until they both admitted to each other that neither was really into that. They preferred quiet dates to the movies or a café.
As soon as he opened the door, Youngjae busted up in laughter at him. “No.” He said bluntly, slipping into the apartment uninvited. “Where’s your closet?”
Daehyun pointed to the bedroom, muttering angrily under his breath that the other boy just had no taste.
Youngjae rummaged through his closet for a few minutes, emerging with leather jacket that he hadn’t worn since high school, and a pair of black skinny jeans.
“I don’t even know if I can fit into those anymore.” Daehyun told him reluctantly. He didn’t miss the way the other boy’s eyes trailed up his legs.
“They’ll fit.” He told him, walking out of the room. “Change your pants and then we’ll be leaving.”
Daehyun grimaced as he jiggled his way into the skintight pants. He was still skinny, but he had put on a few pounds since he and Himchan had started dating. The older boy loved to cook for them and Daehyun was quite happy to eat everything he made.
Youngjae groaned when he emerged from the bedroom. “Now that is sexy, Daehyun.” He nodded towards the door. “Let’s go.”
The club the other boy led them to was packed, a line all the way around the block. Youngjae led them straight to the door, waving at the taller boy guarding the entrance. He nodded, opening the door and letting them in.
“You know the doorman?” Daehyun yelled over the loud music.
Youngjae grinned. “That’s Yongguk, my cousin. He’s the one that told me about this club!”
They made their way into the club, Daehyun gripping onto the other boy’s wrist so that they didn’t get separated. The people were packed inside as tight as they could possible by and Daehyun already regretted this leather jacket.
“Do you want to get a drink first?” Youngjae pointed to the bar.
He nodded and they pushed their way over to it, both ordering beers to start out. Youngjae’s body was already moving to the beat of the music, but Daehyun was still tense and needed to relax first.
When he was almost through with his drink he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry. Please call me. I love you.
He curled his lip and shoved his phone back into his pants, bringing his drink up to his lips and downing the rest of it. He turned around to order a shot from the bartended.
Youngjae raised an eyebrow at him. “Thought you said you weren’t a big drinker?”
Shooting him a glare, Daehyun tipped the glass back, wincing at the burn in his throat. “Things change.” He gasped out, motioning for another one.
After his third shot he could already feel his body loosening up a little. He rubbed his cheeks and grinned lazily up at Youngjae.
“Hi.”
Youngjae looked amused, reaching over to run his fingers through Daehyun’s blonde hair. “You probably don’t need anything else to drink. Let’s go dance.” He told him, braiding their fingers together and leading him onto the floor.
The beat was fast, the bass pounding almost as hard as Daehyun’s heart. It had been years since he had drunk hard liquor and it was already flowing through his veins, making his body softer and his mind blurrier. Youngjae was forced to dance close to him, their bodies pressed tightly together because of the amount of people on the floor.
The buzzing of his phone in his pocket had him hissing under his breath.
I can’t stand not talking to you. If you want me to come home then I will. I don’t care. I love you, baby.
He turned his phone off, feeling Youngjae’s chuckle against his back. “I don’t think he can be much sorrier, Daehyun.”
Ignoring him, Daehyun closed his eyes and moved his body to the music. The new song on was slower, the beat seductive. He felt Youngjae’s hands wrap around his hips and tug him even tighter towards him. Thumbs slipped underneath his jacket, skimming lightly over his sweaty shirt.
“Daehyun.” Youngjae growled into his ear, his breath hot on the drunken boy’s neck.
He knew it wasn’t Himchan’s body behind him. He knew that wasn’t Himchan’s hands sliding slowly under his shirt.
But this was more affection than he had gotten in months. Three months to be exact. And he was so angry and hurt and so fucking horny that he didn’t stop him.
“I’ve been waiting for Himchan to fuck up.” Youngjae murmured, his tongue brushing across the shell of his ear. “I wouldn’t leave you alone for three months, Daehyun.” He continued, rocking his hips forward. “If you were mine I would spend every night worshipping your body, making you feel amazing.”
Daehyun whimpered, his eyes closing and his head dropping forward. He wanted Himchan. He wanted Himchan’s body against his, his tongue tracing across his neck, his heat seeping into his pores.
“Himchan?” He breathed, reaching up behind him to entangle his fingers in the jarringly short hair.
The feel of the spiky hair under his fingers had him shocked back into reality, jerking away from the other boy.
“Y-Youngjae?” He asked, eyes darting around the room. “I need to go home. I need… Where’s my phone?”
Youngjae looked alarmed, reaching out and trying to grab ahold of the frightened boy. “Calm down, Daehyun. You’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
He shook his head. “N-No!” He jumped out of his reach and towards the door, knocking people away with every step. When he burst through the exit, he took deep breaths and started the two block sprint towards his apartment.
His phone buzzed a couple times on the way, but he knew it was just Youngjae wanting to know what happened and he was so disoriented and so lost and still so fucking horny that he didn’t answer it.
By the time he got home he was drenched in sweat, his blonde locks plastered to his forehead and his clothes felt like someone had poured a bucket of water over them.
The buzzing erupted again and he fumbled with pants, trying to tug it out. He let out a relieved squeak when he saw Himchan’s picture flashing across the screen.
“H’lo?” He stammered, dropping down to the floor.
“Daehyun?” Himchan sounded frantic. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you since last night!”
He hiccuped and pushed his matted hair out of his eyes. “Out.” He responded. “Been out.”
Silence came out of the other line.
“Are you drunk?” Himchan’s voice was calm, but it was obvious he was angry. “Did you go out and get drunk?”
Daehyun laughed dryly. “Didn’t you leave me a dozen messages last night drunk off your ass?”
“Who were you with?”
He scoffed and refused to answer.
“Jung Daehyun, I asked you a question.”
Rolling his eyes, he flipped over onto his stomach and turned his computer on. “Youngjae. He asked me to go to a club with him.” A rumble met his ears. “Why, are you jealous?” When he didn’t get an answer, he sat up in the floor and laughed loudly. “Oh my god, you are! You never get jealous of anything!”
Daehyun licked his lips and decided he wanted to get a little pay back on the boy who had made his life a living hell for the last three months.
“Apparently he likes me.” He told him nonchalantly. “And he sure isn’t a big fan of yours.”
“Daehyun…” Himchan’s tone was warning him to stop, but he didn’t care.
“And I also found out he wants to fuck me.” Daehyun grinned. “Oh and I’m pretty sure he has a big dick, cause there ain’t no way that was his phone rubbing against me.”
A slam sounded from the phone as Himchan broke something in his hotel room. The two boys were silent for a moment as Himchan cursed Yoo Youngjae’s name and his entire ancestry under his breath.
“Turn on your webcam. Now.” He finally ordered, hanging up the phone.
Daehyun clicked the button to connect him to the internet and waited for it to start. He laid his head on his folded arms and was close to being asleep when a face time request pinged across his screen.
When it had connected he was surprised to see the maddest face he had ever seen on his boyfriend. Usually he always had a smile on his face, his eyes always twinkling with happiness. The only time he had ever seen his lips turn down was when Daehyun was on his knees in front of him and Himchan lost control, concentrating intensely on his movements.
“This is fucking bullshit, Daehyun.” Himchan spat at him, his already dark eyes appearing blacker. “This is so far off the fucking level of bullshit that I don’t even have a name for it.”
Daehyun tiredly lifted his head and curled his thick lips up at him. It had been about a week since they were able to face time and he had missed seeing him.
“Hi Channie.” He purred, lifting himself up on his elbows. He lowered his eyes and peered up at him through his eyelashes. “Are you mad at Daehyunnie?”
Growling angrily, Himchan pushed his face closer to the camera, until he filled up the entire screen.
“Mine.” His voice was lower than Daehyun had ever heard it, making his still half-hard dick in his pants twitch in response.
Shaking his head, Daehyun pouted his lower lip out at him. “But Daehyunnie misses his baby.” He whined. “He’s had nobody to touch him in so long and he’s so lonely.”
The elder boy’s eyes twitched. “You can touch yourself.” He told him, sitting back and crossing his arms in the chair. “How do you think I fucking feel? Living in a hotel room that doesn’t have a single thing of yours in it? Going to sleep in a bed every night that doesn’t smell like sweat and cum?”
The sound of the lewd words coming out of that sweet mouth turned Daehyun on as he sat up. He wondered if Himchan would continue that when he came home and was able to fuck him for real.
“But I want Channie to touch me.” He leaned his body back on the floor, giving Himchan a full view of his outfit. “I only like Channie’s touches.”
“God, what the fuck are you wearing?” Himchan said breathlessly. “Shit, Dae.”
Hearing the anger melt in his voice as he watched him make himself comfortable on the floor made Daehyun grow brave. He barely spread his legs apart and moaned. “Don’t you want to touch me, Channie? Don’t you miss me?”
“I miss you so much.” The other boy responded. “I wish I was there so I could show you how much I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin under my fingers.”
Biting his lip, Daehyun passed his palm over the bulge in his too tight jeans. A pained sound passed through his lips as the denim was rubbing too harshly against him. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get them off.
“You are so sexy, baby.” Cracking an eye open, Daehyun watched Himchan reach down under the desk and flutter his eyes as his hand made contact with his own growing length. “I want to see you. It’s been too long since I saw how beautiful you are.”
“My pants are too tight.” Daehyun complained, the alcohol still making his brain a little fuzzy.
Himchan chuckled, not used to seeing his talkative and in charge boyfriend being so submissive like this. He rubbed harder over his jeans, unzipping the zipper and giving him more room.
Daehyun’s eyes popped open and he smirked. “Did I just hear your zipper come down?” His legs spread farther apart to the side of him and he pressed his hand flat over himself. “You like watching me, don’t you baby?” His head lolled to the side and he licked slowly over his bottom lip. “Back up so I can watch you, too.”
Himchan quickly scooted the desk chair back without question, letting Daehyun see the large bulge already present in his slacks.
“I don’t have long.” He stated, undoing his tie. “I have to be in a meeting in twenty minutes.”
Daehyun grinned, grabbing the jeans and trying to tug them awkwardly off his legs. “That’s…” He wiggled his hips and huffed when they barely budged. “All we need!” He said proudly as he finally got them kicked off his feet.
He lay spread eagle in his leather jacket, t-shirt and briefs. The room was starting to heat up the more aroused he became so he shrugged the jacket off and let out a relieved breath. The shirt was still damp, but it was a lot more comfortable without that thick jacket on his skin.
“Oh, baby.” Himchan sighed, shoving his hand under his pants and stroking himself. “I wish so badly I was there with you.” He opened his eyes and motioned towards the screen. “Touch yourself.”
Daehyun knew there was no way he would refuse anything Himchan asked of him tonight. His body had never been so needy, his skin had never ached so much.
He traced his finger along the hem of his underwear, waiting until Himchan’s jaw clenched as he lost patience to slip his hand inside, bottom jerking as he finally touched his burning skin.
If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend that Himchan was in the room next to him, the soft pants coming from the speaker urging him on as he jerked himself in his fist, crying out as his stomach started to tighten and his release neared.
“Stop!”
Yanking his hand out, he widened his eyes at the order barked to him.
Himchan licked his dry lips and gulped. “I want to see all of you.” He explained.
“But I can’t see you.” Daehyun said back, already pulling his shirt over his head. He wiped the sweat off his brow and motioned towards Himchan. “Show you mine if you show me yours.” He teased.
Not wasting any time, Himchan stood up, yanking his pants down his thighs. He hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smile. It was torture waiting for him to slowly tug them down, only the light trail of hair showing at first, then the deep V line across his hips. Daehyun’s hands slid across the floor, trying to find something to grab on to when the dark hair became visible.
“Himchan…” He murmured, his tongue clicking against the top of his mouth as the saliva disappeared, leaving him choking.
When his bottom half was fully revealed, leaving him in only his button up shirt and disheveled tie, Daehyun was the one to growl into the camera.
“I believe I made a deal with you.” Himchan said smugly, sitting back in his chair and running his fingers up his cock. “I fulfilled my end.”
Daehyun nodded and carefully lowered his underwear, trying not to trip around h imself. He sat back on his knees, stroking his palm over the head and breathing shallowly.
“I wish I could touch you.” He said sadly, leaning back and putting his weight on one hand while scratching his nails over his skin. “I wish you could touch me.”
“Lick your hand.” Himchan told him. “Then wrap it around yourself.”
He followed orders, groaning when his warm, wet hand made contact with himself.
“Pretend that’s my tongue.” Himchan told him lowly. “Licking every inch of you, from top to bottom. Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” Daehyun breathed out, his hips starting to jerk in time with his thrusts. He whined loudly when a surge of pre-cum rushed out, making his hand slide up and down even easier. “I want m-more.”
“More?” His voice amused, Himchan settled back in his seat and eyed him with furrowed brows. “Keep touching yourself.” He ordered. “But use your other hand and stick your fingers in your mouth.”
Daehyun sucked in two fingers, his tongue laving over them as he continued dragging his hand across himself.
“Make sure they’re wet.” Himchan told him. “It’s been a long time and it’s going to hurt.”
He lifted himself up and reached back to press the pad of his finger against his entrance. “Channie?” He muttered, his eyes meeting the slack-jawed boy in the computer screen.
“I’m right here, baby.” He said soothingly, giving him one of his bright grins that melted Daehyun down to his core every time he saw it. “Don’t worry.”
His eyes clenching shut tight, Daehyun slowly breached the hole, crying out as his whole body tensed up. Three long months with no one to touch him had made him sensitive and tighter than ever.
“God, you look amazing.” Himchan praised him. “I don’t think I’d even have to touch myself to cum.” He sounded gruff, the way he did in the mornings when they had just woken up, the tone traveling through Daehyun’s body and making him vibrate in pleasure. “Lay down. I want to watch.”
Carefully pulling his finger out, Daehyun shakily laid himself down on the floor, spreading his legs wide and giving Himchan a front row view of parts of his body he’d only been able to imagine for three fucking months.
The digit went back in easily, so Himchan told him to add another.
The blonde haired boy hissed at the sting that rushed up his back, biting down on his hand to stifle his cries.
“Don’t hide, baby. Let me hear you.” Himchan sounded like he was out of breath, his cheeks starting to flush and his eyes turned blacker.
Daehyun removed his hand from his length, putting it beside him on the ground for leverage as he rode his fingers, chanting out Himchan’s name.
When his nail scratched across his walls, searching for one particular spot, his head fell back and he let his body’s instincts take over him, not caring how embarrassed he would be in the morning.
“Will you make those noises when I come home?” Himchan asked, gripping onto the desk for support as he neared his climax. “When I fuck you, will your body shake this much?”
Daehyun finally found what he was looking or, his body arching back as he cried out loudly.
“I’m going t-to cum.” He mumbled, his throat hurting from the effort of holding his yells back. Grabbing back onto himself, he pumped his actively leaking length in time with his fingers pushes.
His eyes started to close, but Himchan forced them to stay open because Daehyun’s face when he came was the best part for him. “Lift your face, Daehyun.”
Even though he could barely raise his head from the ground, all his energy was spent keeping him holding it together, he managed enough to satisfy the elder boy. Himchan moaned at how sexy he looked with his ruffled hair, sweaty face and red cheeks.
“Can I cum?” Daehyun asked, surprising Himchan. He normally wasn’t a submissive partner, always wanting to give as good as he got, but he must be an eager to please drunk. “Please, can I cum?”
Growling, Himchan gave him a tiny nod, watching how he took it upon himself to stretch his fingers farther inside, making sure he gave himself that extra jolt of pleasure with each stroke.
Daehyun roared as his dick twitched, the liquid shooting all the way up his chest and running in globs down his ribcage. He chanted, his voice cracking painfully, the mangled version of Himchan’s name making the elder boy grit down on his tongue, gasping as he shot his release into his fist.
They both closed their eyes for a few moments, neither able to work their vocal cords well enough to speak.
Finally Himchan cleared his throat, making Daehyun lazily raise an eyebrow his direction.
“Is there a reason we haven’t done that in the last three months?” He asked curiously.
Daehyun snorted. “You’re a stick in the mud, that’s why.”
Himchan stuck his tongue out at him, grabbing a tissue off the desk and cleaning his hand off. “You won’t be thinking that when I come home in two weeks and fuck you for two days straight.”
“Try me grandpa.”
---
two weeks later
Daehyun scrambled around his apartment, maniacally trying to clean it before Himchan arrived home later that evening. He had washed all the dishes, done about three loads of laundry and he was now trying to empty the fridge of all the old food. Himchan was neat and orderly and Daehyun wanted him to come home believing he had taken good care of their apartment.
The phone rang distracting him from his chores.
“Hello?” He asked, sniffing a carton of milk and wrinkling his nose.
“Hey baby, it’s me.” Himchan sounded apologetic and Daehyun immediately dropped the milk, the liquid splattering all over the tiles around his feet.
“No.” He said firmly, shaking his head rapidly back and forth. “You’re not doing this again, Himchan.” Daehyun could feel his face heating up as his heart pounded in his chest.
Himchan apologized, but Daehyun couldn’t even hear him, a faint whooshing sound in his ears. This was the fourth time this had happened and Himchan had waited until TWO FUCKING HOURS before he was supposed to be home to tell him?
He hadn’t even slept the night before, too excited to see his boyfriend after being apart for over fifteen weeks.
“Baby, there’s nothing I can do about it. They cancelled my flight.”
Daehyun kicked the fridge, immediately regretting it when the pain raced through his body. He gripped tightly onto his phone, crying out loudly.
“Daehyun?” Himchan sounded frantic. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I kicked…” He took a deep breath. “I kicked the fridge and geez, I didn’t think it would hurt so bad!” Whimpering, he peeled his sock off. “I made my toe bleed…”
“You’re bleeding? God, hold on.” The phone clicked off, Daehyun pulling it away from his ear in surprise. Himchan hung up on him. He’s never hung up on him before.
Just as he was about to dial him back angrily, the door jiggled, the sound of keys sliding in. His eyes widened at the thought of someone breaking in, but before he could search for a weapon, the door burst open.
“Daehyun?” Himchan rushed in, his eyes wide in concern. He threw his luggage down and rushed at the shocked boy holding his foot in the air. “Are you okay? Let me see.”
Daehyun was silent, not sure if this was a dream or reality. It had been so long since he’d seen his boyfriend and maybe he had passed out from the pain and was really lying in the floor in a puddle of blood and milk.
“Ch-Channie?” He finally whispered, his hand reaching out to palm his cheek. “You said-“
“I said they cancelled my flight.” Himchan grinned smugly. “I just didn’t tell you that they rescheduled it for an earlier time.” His eyelids lowered slightly as he took in Daehyun’s disheveled appearance. Warm lips brushed gently over his own before Himchan pulled back. “Were you cleaning for me, baby?” He cooed, tugging him into his arms, the both of them letting out a deep sigh of relief at the feel of their bodies touching after so long apart.
Daehyun nodded, still not knowing what to say. It was the same Himchan he had been missing every second of every day for almost four months. His hair was a little longer, his face a little skinnier.
But it was Himchan. His Himchan.
And he was home.
“Why the fuck is there milk all over my floor?”
Rated: M
Length: 5.6K
"What do you mean you have to stay an extra two weeks? It's already been three months!" Daehyun gripped onto the phone so tightly that he heard the case crack under his strength.
Himchan sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. They won't let me leave until I get this case finished."
Daehyun bit onto his tongue, worried if he opened his mouth that he would say something he would regret later. Himchan was supposed to have been home a month ago. The business trip to America was only meant to last for eight weeks. That was still about seven weeks and six days too long, in his opinion. But every time he was set to come home, something else came up and now it had been thirteen weeks since he had seen his boyfriend.
Thirteen. Long. Weeks.
"I miss you.” Daehyun tried not let his voice waver, but Himchan could always see right through him.
“Don’t be sad, baby.” Himchan sounded tired. “I’ll be home before you know it and we’ll be able to make up for lost time.”
Sniffing, Daehyun threw himself on the bed. “But I want to see you right now.” He whined. “You don’t know what it’s like. You’re busy all day and probably never even think of me. But I have to sit here in our apartment, looking at your clothes in the closet, seeing pictures of us on the walls, listening to your voice on the answering machine every time it rings. It isn’t fair.”
Himchan loved his boyfriend more than anything in the world, but he was starting to lose his patience after having the same conversation every time they spoke.
“I know Daehyun.” He said, his voice showing his annoyance. “But there’s nothing I can do about it. Do you really want me to lose my job?”
“Do you really want to lose me?” Daehyun yelled, not regretting his words. He had been a good boyfriend long enough. He had stayed faithful to his boyfriend and waited patiently by the phone every night for the calls that rarely ever came.
But he was done.
And it had been so long since he’d been shown affection. Himchan should really come with a warning label, he always teased him. Once you got a taste of him, you became addicted, always wanting more, more, more. And these withdrawals were slowly driving him insane.
Himchan growled into his ear over the phone. “Don’t start that with me, Daehyun.” He warned angrily. “I’m not playing games with you.”
“Neither am I.” He replied, running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. “I’m tired, Himchan.” He muttered. “We can’t go on like this.”
The other line was silent, but Daehyun could hear Himchan’s breaths coming faster.
“What are you saying?” He finally asked, his voice cold.
Daehyun rubbed his fist into his eyes and pushed back the tears. “I’m saying I miss you.” His voice cracked as he told him the truth. “I miss you so fucking much and I think about you every second of the day and I don’t even want to get out of bed because I know it’s just another day that you won’t be home!”
“What do you want me to do?” His boyfriend’s raspy voice asked through the line. “Do you want me to quit my job for you?”
“No!” Daehyun fisted his fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as he could. “I just want you, baby. Just you.” He felt a drop slide down his cheek and over his lips. “I have to go.” He blurted, not wanting him to hear his cries. “I just- I have to go.”
“Daehyun, don’t hang up!” Himchan begged, fear creeping into his voice. “Please, we can just talk, please do-“
Slamming the phone against the wall effectively ended the conversation and probably permanently ended the phone, the teary-eyed boy collapsing to his knees as he sobbed over missing his boyfriend, as he had done every night since he’d been gone.
His laptop beeped, signaling he had a webcam request, but he knew it would be from him and he was still mad. And seeing his black hair and small dark eyes plead for him to change his mind would probably work because Himchan knew his aegyo always won Daehyun over.
The computer beeped a second and a third time until Daehyun held down on the power button to turn it off. He’d talk to Himchan when he was calmer, he told himself, heading towards the bedroom to try and get some much needed rest. It was 1am and even though Daehyun would have waited all night for a phone call, he was getting sick of never getting one at a normal hour. His boss was starting to yell at him for having dark circles around his eyes.
All he needed was some rest, he thought to himself, burrowing his body against Himchan’s pillow. He could go another night pretending it was his boyfriend next to him.
But it would hurt.
---
The battery had just fallen out of his phone, he realized when he got up the next morning. When he turned it back on there were fourteen text messages and eight voicemails awaiting him.
The first few were Himchan begging him to call back. That he was sorry and he loved him more than anything.
The middle ones were him getting annoyed. Daehyun could hear the slur start in his voice and could tell he was drinking. Himchan never drank. He said it wasn’t dignified. He must have been pretty damn angry to pick a glass up.
The last couple made Daehyun flinch. His normally sweet and affectionate boyfriend screamed words at him that he didn’t even know Himchan knew.
He hung the phone up, hands shaking at the venom that was just spit into his ear. Last night was just supposed to be an argument. They were going to both apologize today and pretend it never happened.
But that was before Himchan screamed that he hated him.
And that he never wanted to see him again.
He dropped his face into his hands, sobbing brokenly for the hundredth time that week. All he wanted was Himchan home with him. In his arms and telling him that he loved him.
Sighing, he scrubbed his face clean and got dressed for work. His job at the doctor’s office consisted of answering phones and filing charts all day, boring as hell, but it paid well. And the nurse he worked with was hilarious, always teasing him and trying to make him laugh.
That was what he needed today.
“Daehyun-ah!” Youngjae grinned when he stepped into the break room to remove his coat. “What’s with the sad face? You look like your dog just got ran over.”
He bit his lip, hanging his coat on the hook. “Himchan and I got into a fight.”
Youngjae frowned. “Is he back? You didn’t tell me that.”
“He’s still in America.” Daehyun said, pouring a cup of coffee into his mug. “He told me it’s going to be another two weeks until he can come home.” He chewed his cheek as he remembered how angry he was over the phone. “He was only supposed to be gone for eight weeks. It’s been three months.”
“That’s rough.” Youngjae agreed. He grinned at him unexpectedly. “So does that mean you’re not going to sit pathetically by the phone waiting on him tonight? We can finally hang out together!” He clapped his hands. “Let’s go dancing!”
Daehyun opened his mouth to refuse, but the brown-haired boy looked so excited that he didn’t have the heart to. Youngjae had been begging him to come out with him for weeks now. Himchan always encouraged him to find friends to spend time with while he was gone, but Daehyun felt guilty about it. It was almost like he was cheating on him.
“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But don’t let me drink too much, okay? Himchan doesn’t drink so I rarely ever do and I get drunk easily.”
Youngjae nodded, the smile still stretched across his chubby cheeks. “I’ll pick you up about nine, okay? There’s a club near your apartment that just opened that I’ve been wanting to go to.”
The thought of spending his night out with his co-worker and clubbing didn’t sound like the best time in the world, but if it kept his mind of Himchan then he was willing to try anything.
The bubbly nurse kept his mind off of his fractured relationship, going on and one about how much fun they were going to have together and how he was going to regret never having hung out together before.
Daehyun laughed and smiled at the appropriate moments, but his mind was never far from his problems.
He almost hoped Himchan was just as distracted as he was.
It would serve him right.
---
It took him thirty minutes to decide what to wear for their night out. He stared in his closet for close to fifteen just wondering if he even had any clubbing clothes. Then after changing his outfit three times he finally decided on a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. When Himchan and he had started dating they went out to clubs a few times until they both admitted to each other that neither was really into that. They preferred quiet dates to the movies or a café.
As soon as he opened the door, Youngjae busted up in laughter at him. “No.” He said bluntly, slipping into the apartment uninvited. “Where’s your closet?”
Daehyun pointed to the bedroom, muttering angrily under his breath that the other boy just had no taste.
Youngjae rummaged through his closet for a few minutes, emerging with leather jacket that he hadn’t worn since high school, and a pair of black skinny jeans.
“I don’t even know if I can fit into those anymore.” Daehyun told him reluctantly. He didn’t miss the way the other boy’s eyes trailed up his legs.
“They’ll fit.” He told him, walking out of the room. “Change your pants and then we’ll be leaving.”
Daehyun grimaced as he jiggled his way into the skintight pants. He was still skinny, but he had put on a few pounds since he and Himchan had started dating. The older boy loved to cook for them and Daehyun was quite happy to eat everything he made.
Youngjae groaned when he emerged from the bedroom. “Now that is sexy, Daehyun.” He nodded towards the door. “Let’s go.”
The club the other boy led them to was packed, a line all the way around the block. Youngjae led them straight to the door, waving at the taller boy guarding the entrance. He nodded, opening the door and letting them in.
“You know the doorman?” Daehyun yelled over the loud music.
Youngjae grinned. “That’s Yongguk, my cousin. He’s the one that told me about this club!”
They made their way into the club, Daehyun gripping onto the other boy’s wrist so that they didn’t get separated. The people were packed inside as tight as they could possible by and Daehyun already regretted this leather jacket.
“Do you want to get a drink first?” Youngjae pointed to the bar.
He nodded and they pushed their way over to it, both ordering beers to start out. Youngjae’s body was already moving to the beat of the music, but Daehyun was still tense and needed to relax first.
When he was almost through with his drink he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry. Please call me. I love you.
He curled his lip and shoved his phone back into his pants, bringing his drink up to his lips and downing the rest of it. He turned around to order a shot from the bartended.
Youngjae raised an eyebrow at him. “Thought you said you weren’t a big drinker?”
Shooting him a glare, Daehyun tipped the glass back, wincing at the burn in his throat. “Things change.” He gasped out, motioning for another one.
After his third shot he could already feel his body loosening up a little. He rubbed his cheeks and grinned lazily up at Youngjae.
“Hi.”
Youngjae looked amused, reaching over to run his fingers through Daehyun’s blonde hair. “You probably don’t need anything else to drink. Let’s go dance.” He told him, braiding their fingers together and leading him onto the floor.
The beat was fast, the bass pounding almost as hard as Daehyun’s heart. It had been years since he had drunk hard liquor and it was already flowing through his veins, making his body softer and his mind blurrier. Youngjae was forced to dance close to him, their bodies pressed tightly together because of the amount of people on the floor.
The buzzing of his phone in his pocket had him hissing under his breath.
I can’t stand not talking to you. If you want me to come home then I will. I don’t care. I love you, baby.
He turned his phone off, feeling Youngjae’s chuckle against his back. “I don’t think he can be much sorrier, Daehyun.”
Ignoring him, Daehyun closed his eyes and moved his body to the music. The new song on was slower, the beat seductive. He felt Youngjae’s hands wrap around his hips and tug him even tighter towards him. Thumbs slipped underneath his jacket, skimming lightly over his sweaty shirt.
“Daehyun.” Youngjae growled into his ear, his breath hot on the drunken boy’s neck.
He knew it wasn’t Himchan’s body behind him. He knew that wasn’t Himchan’s hands sliding slowly under his shirt.
But this was more affection than he had gotten in months. Three months to be exact. And he was so angry and hurt and so fucking horny that he didn’t stop him.
“I’ve been waiting for Himchan to fuck up.” Youngjae murmured, his tongue brushing across the shell of his ear. “I wouldn’t leave you alone for three months, Daehyun.” He continued, rocking his hips forward. “If you were mine I would spend every night worshipping your body, making you feel amazing.”
Daehyun whimpered, his eyes closing and his head dropping forward. He wanted Himchan. He wanted Himchan’s body against his, his tongue tracing across his neck, his heat seeping into his pores.
“Himchan?” He breathed, reaching up behind him to entangle his fingers in the jarringly short hair.
The feel of the spiky hair under his fingers had him shocked back into reality, jerking away from the other boy.
“Y-Youngjae?” He asked, eyes darting around the room. “I need to go home. I need… Where’s my phone?”
Youngjae looked alarmed, reaching out and trying to grab ahold of the frightened boy. “Calm down, Daehyun. You’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
He shook his head. “N-No!” He jumped out of his reach and towards the door, knocking people away with every step. When he burst through the exit, he took deep breaths and started the two block sprint towards his apartment.
His phone buzzed a couple times on the way, but he knew it was just Youngjae wanting to know what happened and he was so disoriented and so lost and still so fucking horny that he didn’t answer it.
By the time he got home he was drenched in sweat, his blonde locks plastered to his forehead and his clothes felt like someone had poured a bucket of water over them.
The buzzing erupted again and he fumbled with pants, trying to tug it out. He let out a relieved squeak when he saw Himchan’s picture flashing across the screen.
“H’lo?” He stammered, dropping down to the floor.
“Daehyun?” Himchan sounded frantic. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you since last night!”
He hiccuped and pushed his matted hair out of his eyes. “Out.” He responded. “Been out.”
Silence came out of the other line.
“Are you drunk?” Himchan’s voice was calm, but it was obvious he was angry. “Did you go out and get drunk?”
Daehyun laughed dryly. “Didn’t you leave me a dozen messages last night drunk off your ass?”
“Who were you with?”
He scoffed and refused to answer.
“Jung Daehyun, I asked you a question.”
Rolling his eyes, he flipped over onto his stomach and turned his computer on. “Youngjae. He asked me to go to a club with him.” A rumble met his ears. “Why, are you jealous?” When he didn’t get an answer, he sat up in the floor and laughed loudly. “Oh my god, you are! You never get jealous of anything!”
Daehyun licked his lips and decided he wanted to get a little pay back on the boy who had made his life a living hell for the last three months.
“Apparently he likes me.” He told him nonchalantly. “And he sure isn’t a big fan of yours.”
“Daehyun…” Himchan’s tone was warning him to stop, but he didn’t care.
“And I also found out he wants to fuck me.” Daehyun grinned. “Oh and I’m pretty sure he has a big dick, cause there ain’t no way that was his phone rubbing against me.”
A slam sounded from the phone as Himchan broke something in his hotel room. The two boys were silent for a moment as Himchan cursed Yoo Youngjae’s name and his entire ancestry under his breath.
“Turn on your webcam. Now.” He finally ordered, hanging up the phone.
Daehyun clicked the button to connect him to the internet and waited for it to start. He laid his head on his folded arms and was close to being asleep when a face time request pinged across his screen.
When it had connected he was surprised to see the maddest face he had ever seen on his boyfriend. Usually he always had a smile on his face, his eyes always twinkling with happiness. The only time he had ever seen his lips turn down was when Daehyun was on his knees in front of him and Himchan lost control, concentrating intensely on his movements.
“This is fucking bullshit, Daehyun.” Himchan spat at him, his already dark eyes appearing blacker. “This is so far off the fucking level of bullshit that I don’t even have a name for it.”
Daehyun tiredly lifted his head and curled his thick lips up at him. It had been about a week since they were able to face time and he had missed seeing him.
“Hi Channie.” He purred, lifting himself up on his elbows. He lowered his eyes and peered up at him through his eyelashes. “Are you mad at Daehyunnie?”
Growling angrily, Himchan pushed his face closer to the camera, until he filled up the entire screen.
“Mine.” His voice was lower than Daehyun had ever heard it, making his still half-hard dick in his pants twitch in response.
Shaking his head, Daehyun pouted his lower lip out at him. “But Daehyunnie misses his baby.” He whined. “He’s had nobody to touch him in so long and he’s so lonely.”
The elder boy’s eyes twitched. “You can touch yourself.” He told him, sitting back and crossing his arms in the chair. “How do you think I fucking feel? Living in a hotel room that doesn’t have a single thing of yours in it? Going to sleep in a bed every night that doesn’t smell like sweat and cum?”
The sound of the lewd words coming out of that sweet mouth turned Daehyun on as he sat up. He wondered if Himchan would continue that when he came home and was able to fuck him for real.
“But I want Channie to touch me.” He leaned his body back on the floor, giving Himchan a full view of his outfit. “I only like Channie’s touches.”
“God, what the fuck are you wearing?” Himchan said breathlessly. “Shit, Dae.”
Hearing the anger melt in his voice as he watched him make himself comfortable on the floor made Daehyun grow brave. He barely spread his legs apart and moaned. “Don’t you want to touch me, Channie? Don’t you miss me?”
“I miss you so much.” The other boy responded. “I wish I was there so I could show you how much I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin under my fingers.”
Biting his lip, Daehyun passed his palm over the bulge in his too tight jeans. A pained sound passed through his lips as the denim was rubbing too harshly against him. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get them off.
“You are so sexy, baby.” Cracking an eye open, Daehyun watched Himchan reach down under the desk and flutter his eyes as his hand made contact with his own growing length. “I want to see you. It’s been too long since I saw how beautiful you are.”
“My pants are too tight.” Daehyun complained, the alcohol still making his brain a little fuzzy.
Himchan chuckled, not used to seeing his talkative and in charge boyfriend being so submissive like this. He rubbed harder over his jeans, unzipping the zipper and giving him more room.
Daehyun’s eyes popped open and he smirked. “Did I just hear your zipper come down?” His legs spread farther apart to the side of him and he pressed his hand flat over himself. “You like watching me, don’t you baby?” His head lolled to the side and he licked slowly over his bottom lip. “Back up so I can watch you, too.”
Himchan quickly scooted the desk chair back without question, letting Daehyun see the large bulge already present in his slacks.
“I don’t have long.” He stated, undoing his tie. “I have to be in a meeting in twenty minutes.”
Daehyun grinned, grabbing the jeans and trying to tug them awkwardly off his legs. “That’s…” He wiggled his hips and huffed when they barely budged. “All we need!” He said proudly as he finally got them kicked off his feet.
He lay spread eagle in his leather jacket, t-shirt and briefs. The room was starting to heat up the more aroused he became so he shrugged the jacket off and let out a relieved breath. The shirt was still damp, but it was a lot more comfortable without that thick jacket on his skin.
“Oh, baby.” Himchan sighed, shoving his hand under his pants and stroking himself. “I wish so badly I was there with you.” He opened his eyes and motioned towards the screen. “Touch yourself.”
Daehyun knew there was no way he would refuse anything Himchan asked of him tonight. His body had never been so needy, his skin had never ached so much.
He traced his finger along the hem of his underwear, waiting until Himchan’s jaw clenched as he lost patience to slip his hand inside, bottom jerking as he finally touched his burning skin.
If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend that Himchan was in the room next to him, the soft pants coming from the speaker urging him on as he jerked himself in his fist, crying out as his stomach started to tighten and his release neared.
“Stop!”
Yanking his hand out, he widened his eyes at the order barked to him.
Himchan licked his dry lips and gulped. “I want to see all of you.” He explained.
“But I can’t see you.” Daehyun said back, already pulling his shirt over his head. He wiped the sweat off his brow and motioned towards Himchan. “Show you mine if you show me yours.” He teased.
Not wasting any time, Himchan stood up, yanking his pants down his thighs. He hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smile. It was torture waiting for him to slowly tug them down, only the light trail of hair showing at first, then the deep V line across his hips. Daehyun’s hands slid across the floor, trying to find something to grab on to when the dark hair became visible.
“Himchan…” He murmured, his tongue clicking against the top of his mouth as the saliva disappeared, leaving him choking.
When his bottom half was fully revealed, leaving him in only his button up shirt and disheveled tie, Daehyun was the one to growl into the camera.
“I believe I made a deal with you.” Himchan said smugly, sitting back in his chair and running his fingers up his cock. “I fulfilled my end.”
Daehyun nodded and carefully lowered his underwear, trying not to trip around h imself. He sat back on his knees, stroking his palm over the head and breathing shallowly.
“I wish I could touch you.” He said sadly, leaning back and putting his weight on one hand while scratching his nails over his skin. “I wish you could touch me.”
“Lick your hand.” Himchan told him. “Then wrap it around yourself.”
He followed orders, groaning when his warm, wet hand made contact with himself.
“Pretend that’s my tongue.” Himchan told him lowly. “Licking every inch of you, from top to bottom. Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” Daehyun breathed out, his hips starting to jerk in time with his thrusts. He whined loudly when a surge of pre-cum rushed out, making his hand slide up and down even easier. “I want m-more.”
“More?” His voice amused, Himchan settled back in his seat and eyed him with furrowed brows. “Keep touching yourself.” He ordered. “But use your other hand and stick your fingers in your mouth.”
Daehyun sucked in two fingers, his tongue laving over them as he continued dragging his hand across himself.
“Make sure they’re wet.” Himchan told him. “It’s been a long time and it’s going to hurt.”
He lifted himself up and reached back to press the pad of his finger against his entrance. “Channie?” He muttered, his eyes meeting the slack-jawed boy in the computer screen.
“I’m right here, baby.” He said soothingly, giving him one of his bright grins that melted Daehyun down to his core every time he saw it. “Don’t worry.”
His eyes clenching shut tight, Daehyun slowly breached the hole, crying out as his whole body tensed up. Three long months with no one to touch him had made him sensitive and tighter than ever.
“God, you look amazing.” Himchan praised him. “I don’t think I’d even have to touch myself to cum.” He sounded gruff, the way he did in the mornings when they had just woken up, the tone traveling through Daehyun’s body and making him vibrate in pleasure. “Lay down. I want to watch.”
Carefully pulling his finger out, Daehyun shakily laid himself down on the floor, spreading his legs wide and giving Himchan a front row view of parts of his body he’d only been able to imagine for three fucking months.
The digit went back in easily, so Himchan told him to add another.
The blonde haired boy hissed at the sting that rushed up his back, biting down on his hand to stifle his cries.
“Don’t hide, baby. Let me hear you.” Himchan sounded like he was out of breath, his cheeks starting to flush and his eyes turned blacker.
Daehyun removed his hand from his length, putting it beside him on the ground for leverage as he rode his fingers, chanting out Himchan’s name.
When his nail scratched across his walls, searching for one particular spot, his head fell back and he let his body’s instincts take over him, not caring how embarrassed he would be in the morning.
“Will you make those noises when I come home?” Himchan asked, gripping onto the desk for support as he neared his climax. “When I fuck you, will your body shake this much?”
Daehyun finally found what he was looking or, his body arching back as he cried out loudly.
“I’m going t-to cum.” He mumbled, his throat hurting from the effort of holding his yells back. Grabbing back onto himself, he pumped his actively leaking length in time with his fingers pushes.
His eyes started to close, but Himchan forced them to stay open because Daehyun’s face when he came was the best part for him. “Lift your face, Daehyun.”
Even though he could barely raise his head from the ground, all his energy was spent keeping him holding it together, he managed enough to satisfy the elder boy. Himchan moaned at how sexy he looked with his ruffled hair, sweaty face and red cheeks.
“Can I cum?” Daehyun asked, surprising Himchan. He normally wasn’t a submissive partner, always wanting to give as good as he got, but he must be an eager to please drunk. “Please, can I cum?”
Growling, Himchan gave him a tiny nod, watching how he took it upon himself to stretch his fingers farther inside, making sure he gave himself that extra jolt of pleasure with each stroke.
Daehyun roared as his dick twitched, the liquid shooting all the way up his chest and running in globs down his ribcage. He chanted, his voice cracking painfully, the mangled version of Himchan’s name making the elder boy grit down on his tongue, gasping as he shot his release into his fist.
They both closed their eyes for a few moments, neither able to work their vocal cords well enough to speak.
Finally Himchan cleared his throat, making Daehyun lazily raise an eyebrow his direction.
“Is there a reason we haven’t done that in the last three months?” He asked curiously.
Daehyun snorted. “You’re a stick in the mud, that’s why.”
Himchan stuck his tongue out at him, grabbing a tissue off the desk and cleaning his hand off. “You won’t be thinking that when I come home in two weeks and fuck you for two days straight.”
“Try me grandpa.”
---
two weeks later
Daehyun scrambled around his apartment, maniacally trying to clean it before Himchan arrived home later that evening. He had washed all the dishes, done about three loads of laundry and he was now trying to empty the fridge of all the old food. Himchan was neat and orderly and Daehyun wanted him to come home believing he had taken good care of their apartment.
The phone rang distracting him from his chores.
“Hello?” He asked, sniffing a carton of milk and wrinkling his nose.
“Hey baby, it’s me.” Himchan sounded apologetic and Daehyun immediately dropped the milk, the liquid splattering all over the tiles around his feet.
“No.” He said firmly, shaking his head rapidly back and forth. “You’re not doing this again, Himchan.” Daehyun could feel his face heating up as his heart pounded in his chest.
Himchan apologized, but Daehyun couldn’t even hear him, a faint whooshing sound in his ears. This was the fourth time this had happened and Himchan had waited until TWO FUCKING HOURS before he was supposed to be home to tell him?
He hadn’t even slept the night before, too excited to see his boyfriend after being apart for over fifteen weeks.
“Baby, there’s nothing I can do about it. They cancelled my flight.”
Daehyun kicked the fridge, immediately regretting it when the pain raced through his body. He gripped tightly onto his phone, crying out loudly.
“Daehyun?” Himchan sounded frantic. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I kicked…” He took a deep breath. “I kicked the fridge and geez, I didn’t think it would hurt so bad!” Whimpering, he peeled his sock off. “I made my toe bleed…”
“You’re bleeding? God, hold on.” The phone clicked off, Daehyun pulling it away from his ear in surprise. Himchan hung up on him. He’s never hung up on him before.
Just as he was about to dial him back angrily, the door jiggled, the sound of keys sliding in. His eyes widened at the thought of someone breaking in, but before he could search for a weapon, the door burst open.
“Daehyun?” Himchan rushed in, his eyes wide in concern. He threw his luggage down and rushed at the shocked boy holding his foot in the air. “Are you okay? Let me see.”
Daehyun was silent, not sure if this was a dream or reality. It had been so long since he’d seen his boyfriend and maybe he had passed out from the pain and was really lying in the floor in a puddle of blood and milk.
“Ch-Channie?” He finally whispered, his hand reaching out to palm his cheek. “You said-“
“I said they cancelled my flight.” Himchan grinned smugly. “I just didn’t tell you that they rescheduled it for an earlier time.” His eyelids lowered slightly as he took in Daehyun’s disheveled appearance. Warm lips brushed gently over his own before Himchan pulled back. “Were you cleaning for me, baby?” He cooed, tugging him into his arms, the both of them letting out a deep sigh of relief at the feel of their bodies touching after so long apart.
Daehyun nodded, still not knowing what to say. It was the same Himchan he had been missing every second of every day for almost four months. His hair was a little longer, his face a little skinnier.
But it was Himchan. His Himchan.
And he was home.
“Why the fuck is there milk all over my floor?”