Story in the Making [16/?]
Short and late, I'm sorry. Chapter 17 will be up within a day's time, I promise. And by short, I mean it's shorter than all the others and only half as long as the longest so far.
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Youngjae’s face was buried in Daehyun’s shirt, soaking the thin material of the muscle shirt with tears that didn’t seem like they would stop flowing anytime soon. The elder had his hand running through his best friend’s hair while he tried to calm him down, holding him close all the while. This wasn’t the first time that Daehyun gave such comfort to his best friend and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t make it any easier to see his best friend in tears like this, not when he couldn’t do anything about it.
There had been a minor argument within the dorm-which was bound to happen because there were six men all sharing a dorm and disagreements were bound to happen or someone would step on someone’s toes in some way-and now Youngjae was upset. Himchan could be an ass, they all knew it and they all had been witness to it, they’d all seen the way that he could be especially cruel without realizing it and if he didn’t have the leader keeping him in line, he would overstep the boundaries and someone got hurt. This time, it was Youngjae.
Youngjae had run straight up to the roof in search of peace and Daehyun had come up right behind them. Their desire to be alone didn’t include their best friend. Which Youngjae was grateful that Daehyun understood because he didn’t think that he could be alone at a time like this, not while he was incredibly upset as it was.
“Precious boy…it’s okay now. He didn’t mean what he said.” Daehyun said softly. He would do anything to get Youngjae to stop crying. It hurt his heart to see his best friend cry like he was. He was too beautiful to cry, in Daehyun’s eyes.
Youngjae shook his head furiously. It wasn’t okay, it just wasn’t.
Softly, Daehyun began to sing to hopefully calm the younger man, pulling him up into his lap first. Intimacy and warmth was always the best way to calm the younger man down after a fight or something equally as terrible to be enough to upset him to this extent. It was the sort of friendship that they had, that had occurred shortly after they had met one another and Daehyun had learned that evern though Youngjae had a cruel sense of humor and could be quite cold and dry sometimes, the man was soft on the inside, wanting more attention and intimacy than he would ever say aloud. The moment that Daehyun had picked up on that, he gave him all that he could.
Minutes pass before all Daehyun hears and feels is shaky breaths and light sniffling. That was much better than the sobbing that he’d unfortunately been subjected to. He never would mind being with his friend when he was upset, he would just mind the fact that he was crying to begin with. Youngjae should never be made to cry.
“Feeling better, precious boy?” His soft words caused a shiver to run through Youngjae. He received a nod. A nod was better than nothing if he couldn’t get a verbal response and he couldn’t blame the younger man. He could still feel the racking of his body and still feel the way that the younger man clung to him for comfort that he knew that he was solely responsible for.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Youngjae knew that he should give the elder man something more as a thanks. He knew that he owed the man so much for everything that Daehyun had done for him, everything that had happened between them and everything that Daehyun had been willing to do for him, whether he knew it or not. Very hesitantly, he placed a kiss to Daehyun’s collarbone in a type of thanks. It was just a gentle brushing of his lips. It was a soft caress and a soft breath that touched upon the protruding bone. Then Youngjae pulled back, tucked his head under Daehyun’s chin and left it at that.
Daehyun was speechless, his breath having hitched and his whole body seeming to have centered around the single press of his best friend’s lips. His eyes were wide as he stared out over the city skyline, his arms having loosened from the shock of it all, but they picked up the slack a moment later. Youngjae was still distressed and still needed a friend. He wouldn’t question him about it right now, not when he was still unsure of it himself.
That kiss was only the first.
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Youngjae’s face was buried in Daehyun’s shirt, soaking the thin material of the muscle shirt with tears that didn’t seem like they would stop flowing anytime soon. The elder had his hand running through his best friend’s hair while he tried to calm him down, holding him close all the while. This wasn’t the first time that Daehyun gave such comfort to his best friend and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t make it any easier to see his best friend in tears like this, not when he couldn’t do anything about it.
There had been a minor argument within the dorm-which was bound to happen because there were six men all sharing a dorm and disagreements were bound to happen or someone would step on someone’s toes in some way-and now Youngjae was upset. Himchan could be an ass, they all knew it and they all had been witness to it, they’d all seen the way that he could be especially cruel without realizing it and if he didn’t have the leader keeping him in line, he would overstep the boundaries and someone got hurt. This time, it was Youngjae.
Youngjae had run straight up to the roof in search of peace and Daehyun had come up right behind them. Their desire to be alone didn’t include their best friend. Which Youngjae was grateful that Daehyun understood because he didn’t think that he could be alone at a time like this, not while he was incredibly upset as it was.
“Precious boy…it’s okay now. He didn’t mean what he said.” Daehyun said softly. He would do anything to get Youngjae to stop crying. It hurt his heart to see his best friend cry like he was. He was too beautiful to cry, in Daehyun’s eyes.
Youngjae shook his head furiously. It wasn’t okay, it just wasn’t.
Softly, Daehyun began to sing to hopefully calm the younger man, pulling him up into his lap first. Intimacy and warmth was always the best way to calm the younger man down after a fight or something equally as terrible to be enough to upset him to this extent. It was the sort of friendship that they had, that had occurred shortly after they had met one another and Daehyun had learned that evern though Youngjae had a cruel sense of humor and could be quite cold and dry sometimes, the man was soft on the inside, wanting more attention and intimacy than he would ever say aloud. The moment that Daehyun had picked up on that, he gave him all that he could.
Minutes pass before all Daehyun hears and feels is shaky breaths and light sniffling. That was much better than the sobbing that he’d unfortunately been subjected to. He never would mind being with his friend when he was upset, he would just mind the fact that he was crying to begin with. Youngjae should never be made to cry.
“Feeling better, precious boy?” His soft words caused a shiver to run through Youngjae. He received a nod. A nod was better than nothing if he couldn’t get a verbal response and he couldn’t blame the younger man. He could still feel the racking of his body and still feel the way that the younger man clung to him for comfort that he knew that he was solely responsible for.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Youngjae knew that he should give the elder man something more as a thanks. He knew that he owed the man so much for everything that Daehyun had done for him, everything that had happened between them and everything that Daehyun had been willing to do for him, whether he knew it or not. Very hesitantly, he placed a kiss to Daehyun’s collarbone in a type of thanks. It was just a gentle brushing of his lips. It was a soft caress and a soft breath that touched upon the protruding bone. Then Youngjae pulled back, tucked his head under Daehyun’s chin and left it at that.
Daehyun was speechless, his breath having hitched and his whole body seeming to have centered around the single press of his best friend’s lips. His eyes were wide as he stared out over the city skyline, his arms having loosened from the shock of it all, but they picked up the slack a moment later. Youngjae was still distressed and still needed a friend. He wouldn’t question him about it right now, not when he was still unsure of it himself.
That kiss was only the first.
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