Virility Island (BAP AU): Chapter 10.2
Apparently this was too long for one post...
Bracing himself, Daehyun steps out of the bathroom and into the hotel suite. Youngjae’s sitting on the side of his bed, facing the other unused bed, while flipping through what looks to be the hotels guidebook to local restaurants and attractions and other such affiliates connected to the hotel. Daehyun tries to act natural as he walks between the beds and sits across from Youngjae, nervously clutching his hands together in his lap. He doesn’t say anything, too afraid that he’ll mess this moment up. He watches as Youngjae closes the book and sets it on the nightstand between the beds, before looking over at Daehyun and smiling as he takes in the appearance of the person he just gave a heartfelt confession to. Blushing Youngjae gazes down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers before peeking up at Daehyun. They both smile and avert their eyes acting like nervous children who like each other but don’t know what to do.
A few beats of silence pass and Daehyun slowly feels his heart rise into his throat. He feels like he’s on the Gyro Drop again. He swallows his heart down and clears his throat, catching Youngjae’s undivided attention. “Um…I’m ready,” he finally says after staring at the other for a few tense seconds.
“What?” Youngjae stares in confusion because he’s not really sure what Daehyun means.
“I’m ready,” Daehyun repeats, “to make us official.”
“Okay,” Youngjae says hesitantly. “And how do we do that?”
Daehyun slowly stands, taking Youngjae’s hand in his while guiding him to his feet. Placing both hands on Youngjae’s cheeks, Daehyun inhales, gathering up his courage to say the lines he memorized so long ago. “I choose you, Youngjae, as my partner and other half. With you, I am complete.” He slides his fingers lightly across the other’s face. If Youngjae were wearing a mask, Daehyun would have just removed it and somehow Youngjae understands this. Staring bravely into the other’s eyes, Daehyun says, “It’s your turn.”
Youngjae blinks, tentatively raising his hands to cup Daehyun’s cheeks. “I choose you, Daehyun…as my partner…and other half.” He stumbles through the words, suddenly feeling hot all over as he tries to brace himself for the next part. This feels oddly like a wedding ceremony and this is them both saying their vows before the big kiss. “With you,” he pauses, fingers curling around the elastic bands holding the mask to Daehyun’s face. “I am complete,” he finishes, fingers shaking as he pulls the elastic from around the other’s ears, gradually taking the mask away and revealing Daehyun’s face.
They both hold their breath as Youngjae gazes at Daehyun for the first time. His eyes scan the entirety of Daehyun’s face, taking in his flushed, slightly chubby cheeks, his adorably rounded nose, and his perfectly pouty pink lips. All in all, Youngjae thinks Daehyun’s ridiculously handsome. He’s stunned by how perfect Daehyun looks, even better than he imagined. He’s breathtakingly beautiful and all Youngjae can do is stare because he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to formulate words because what words could possibly describe how he feels seeing Daehyun for the first time.
“Youngjae?” Daehyun’s voice shakes with dread as he watches the other with worried eyes.
Youngjae meets his gaze, startled back to reality by the sound of Daehyun’s voice. “Yeah?”
“Um…now we’re supposed to…” he trails off unable to say the word, but Youngjae knows what he means.
With a smile, Youngjae inches forward, lightly placing his fingers on Daehyun’s bare cheek for the first time. Leaning in he watches as Daehyun’s eyes flicker closed as he clutches at the front of Youngjae’s shirt. A second later, Youngjae’s eyes flutter closed as well and before he’s mentally prepared, not that he’s sure he will ever be prepared, his lips touch Daehyun’s and the strangest sensation passes through him like something’s suddenly locked into place. A prickling runs down his spine and spreads to the ends of his fingers and toes and Youngjae wonders if this is what everyone talks about with the whole seeing fireworks thing, only he’s not seeing them, he’s feeling them. His heart clenches as Daehyun’s lips move against his, breath ghosting against his mouth and he wonders if Daehyun feels this too. Youngjae presses forward, fingers sliding to curl around Daehyun’s neck and he can feel Daehyun’s lips curl into a smile against his own, which causes Youngjae to smile as well.
The kiss isn’t heated or filled with longing or some strong carnal desire. It’s a simple pressing of their lips, as their individual body temperatures mesh together while their pulses slowly match each other’s pacing like their becoming one. Eventually, Youngjae pulls away and for a second Daehyun follows the motion before letting go. They breathe together, in and out, before opening their eyes simultaneously. Daehyun grins, lips curling and eyes curving as he revels in the sensations that just passed through him.
“Wow,” Youngjae breathes. “That was…” he fumbles with which adjective to use: amazing, wonderful, incredible, perfect.
“I know.” Daehyun laughs, grin splitting across his face astonishing Youngjae beyond comprehension. “I felt it too.” Biting his lip, he tugs at the front of Youngjae’s shirt, staring at him playfully through bright eyes.
“What is it?” Youngjae whispers, smoothing down the soft hairs along the nape of Daehyun’s neck.
He ducks his head bashfully. “I don’t know. I’m just really happy right now.”
Youngjae touches his forehead to Daehyun’s, sighing gratefully. “Me too. I’m really happy too.”
Before Youngjae has a chance to say or do anything else, there’s a knock on the door signifying that room service just arrived and as much as Youngjae would like to ignore it, he knows he needs to answer the door. Daehyun releases his shirt, pushing Youngjae back giving him smile and a promise of later.
Bracing himself, Daehyun steps out of the bathroom and into the hotel suite. Youngjae’s sitting on the side of his bed, facing the other unused bed, while flipping through what looks to be the hotels guidebook to local restaurants and attractions and other such affiliates connected to the hotel. Daehyun tries to act natural as he walks between the beds and sits across from Youngjae, nervously clutching his hands together in his lap. He doesn’t say anything, too afraid that he’ll mess this moment up. He watches as Youngjae closes the book and sets it on the nightstand between the beds, before looking over at Daehyun and smiling as he takes in the appearance of the person he just gave a heartfelt confession to. Blushing Youngjae gazes down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers before peeking up at Daehyun. They both smile and avert their eyes acting like nervous children who like each other but don’t know what to do.
A few beats of silence pass and Daehyun slowly feels his heart rise into his throat. He feels like he’s on the Gyro Drop again. He swallows his heart down and clears his throat, catching Youngjae’s undivided attention. “Um…I’m ready,” he finally says after staring at the other for a few tense seconds.
“What?” Youngjae stares in confusion because he’s not really sure what Daehyun means.
“I’m ready,” Daehyun repeats, “to make us official.”
“Okay,” Youngjae says hesitantly. “And how do we do that?”
Daehyun slowly stands, taking Youngjae’s hand in his while guiding him to his feet. Placing both hands on Youngjae’s cheeks, Daehyun inhales, gathering up his courage to say the lines he memorized so long ago. “I choose you, Youngjae, as my partner and other half. With you, I am complete.” He slides his fingers lightly across the other’s face. If Youngjae were wearing a mask, Daehyun would have just removed it and somehow Youngjae understands this. Staring bravely into the other’s eyes, Daehyun says, “It’s your turn.”
Youngjae blinks, tentatively raising his hands to cup Daehyun’s cheeks. “I choose you, Daehyun…as my partner…and other half.” He stumbles through the words, suddenly feeling hot all over as he tries to brace himself for the next part. This feels oddly like a wedding ceremony and this is them both saying their vows before the big kiss. “With you,” he pauses, fingers curling around the elastic bands holding the mask to Daehyun’s face. “I am complete,” he finishes, fingers shaking as he pulls the elastic from around the other’s ears, gradually taking the mask away and revealing Daehyun’s face.
They both hold their breath as Youngjae gazes at Daehyun for the first time. His eyes scan the entirety of Daehyun’s face, taking in his flushed, slightly chubby cheeks, his adorably rounded nose, and his perfectly pouty pink lips. All in all, Youngjae thinks Daehyun’s ridiculously handsome. He’s stunned by how perfect Daehyun looks, even better than he imagined. He’s breathtakingly beautiful and all Youngjae can do is stare because he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to formulate words because what words could possibly describe how he feels seeing Daehyun for the first time.
“Youngjae?” Daehyun’s voice shakes with dread as he watches the other with worried eyes.
Youngjae meets his gaze, startled back to reality by the sound of Daehyun’s voice. “Yeah?”
“Um…now we’re supposed to…” he trails off unable to say the word, but Youngjae knows what he means.
With a smile, Youngjae inches forward, lightly placing his fingers on Daehyun’s bare cheek for the first time. Leaning in he watches as Daehyun’s eyes flicker closed as he clutches at the front of Youngjae’s shirt. A second later, Youngjae’s eyes flutter closed as well and before he’s mentally prepared, not that he’s sure he will ever be prepared, his lips touch Daehyun’s and the strangest sensation passes through him like something’s suddenly locked into place. A prickling runs down his spine and spreads to the ends of his fingers and toes and Youngjae wonders if this is what everyone talks about with the whole seeing fireworks thing, only he’s not seeing them, he’s feeling them. His heart clenches as Daehyun’s lips move against his, breath ghosting against his mouth and he wonders if Daehyun feels this too. Youngjae presses forward, fingers sliding to curl around Daehyun’s neck and he can feel Daehyun’s lips curl into a smile against his own, which causes Youngjae to smile as well.
The kiss isn’t heated or filled with longing or some strong carnal desire. It’s a simple pressing of their lips, as their individual body temperatures mesh together while their pulses slowly match each other’s pacing like their becoming one. Eventually, Youngjae pulls away and for a second Daehyun follows the motion before letting go. They breathe together, in and out, before opening their eyes simultaneously. Daehyun grins, lips curling and eyes curving as he revels in the sensations that just passed through him.
“Wow,” Youngjae breathes. “That was…” he fumbles with which adjective to use: amazing, wonderful, incredible, perfect.
“I know.” Daehyun laughs, grin splitting across his face astonishing Youngjae beyond comprehension. “I felt it too.” Biting his lip, he tugs at the front of Youngjae’s shirt, staring at him playfully through bright eyes.
“What is it?” Youngjae whispers, smoothing down the soft hairs along the nape of Daehyun’s neck.
He ducks his head bashfully. “I don’t know. I’m just really happy right now.”
Youngjae touches his forehead to Daehyun’s, sighing gratefully. “Me too. I’m really happy too.”
Before Youngjae has a chance to say or do anything else, there’s a knock on the door signifying that room service just arrived and as much as Youngjae would like to ignore it, he knows he needs to answer the door. Daehyun releases his shirt, pushing Youngjae back giving him smile and a promise of later.