Then Again, Probably Not [4/5]
Title: Then Again, Probably Not
Pairing: Daejae, Banghim
Rating: PG
Summary: In which six boys try to put on a high school production of Macbeth and everything goes wrong.
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"You dumbass." Himchan yelled, stomping back into the room.
"Himchan, calm down! It's not the end of the world!" Jieun piped up.
"Don't tell me what to do, woman!" Himchan snapped back.
"Hey!" Sunhwa yelled at the other, upset with his attitude, "She's right. There's a way to cleanse the curse."
"Really?!" Himchan asked, sounding relieved.
"Yup. All we have to do is recite a line from Hamlet or Merchant of Venice." Jieun replied, naming off two more of Shakespeare's plays.
"Great!" Daehyun exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. Sunhwa had just finished fixing his makeup. "Ooo. I know one!"
"Spit it out!"
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?!" Daehyun exclaimed.
Himchan slapped Daehyun on the shoulder, "That's a line from Romeo and Juliet, idiot!"
"Oh...my bad." He replied, shrugging.
"Ugh. Let me go get my Shakespeare anthology." Himchan said, going over to his bag and rummaging through it.
"Poor Himchan..." Hyosung sighed, fanning herself. The night was hot, and her dress was heavy.
"You can say that again." Yongguk replied.
"Oh god no...no, no, no, no, no!" Himchan flipped his bag over and shook it, letting all its contents fall to the floor.
"What is it?" Yongguk asked, rushing over to his boyfriend's side.
"Its not here! I left it at home!" He sank to the ground in a heap. The play was suppose to start in fifteen minutes.
"I'll go get it." Yongguk replied, already getting out his keys.
"No. You're too important. I need you to stay here." Himchan answered.
"Is that anthology really that important?" Hyosung asked.
"Yes! Its important. Like really, really, really important. I just can't believe I left it at home in my...oh shit."
"What is it?!"
"I left it in my dad's office! The only way to get in without his key is through the window." He facepalmed upon remembering leaving the book next to the computer after his older sister helped print out programs for the play.
Hyosung sighed and reached for her street clothes, "Okay. I'll go get it."
"What?! No! You're the leading lady!" Himchan objected.
Hyosung had already began to shuffle to a changing room, "Doesn't matter. You and me have broke into his office before and I don't appear until a few scenes in. It won't take long since you live a few minutes away."
"Fine." Himchan said, defeated. "Hana, go with her."
"Okay!" The girl said, grabbing her purse.
"Hyosung will need someone to stand on."
"Wait, what?!"
It was only after everyone had left and only Yongguk, Jieun and himself were left in the room that he finally exploded.
"This is all your fault!" Himchan screamed, jabbing a finger at Jieun.
"M-my fault?" She asked, shocked and confused.
"Yes! If you had never joined the play and threw yourself all over my boyfriend, this would have never happened!"
"Hey!" Yongguk yelled, gruffly, standing in between Himchan and Jieun. "It's nobody's fault."
"Yes it is!" He stomped his foot like a child.
"Okay. If it's anyone's fault, its that stupid curse, alright?" He replied, trying to comfort his boyfriend.
"No its not! Its Song Jieun's fault!" He continued whining.
"Maybe I should go..." Jieun whispered.
"Yes! Leave!" Himchan threw his arms into the air.
"No, don't." Yongguk replied.
"Why?! She wants to leave!" He said, gesturing to the girl.
"Just go to the soundboard, Songji."
Jieun nodded and quickly scurried off.
"What's wrong with you?!" Yongguk shook his boyfriend once Jieun was gone.
"Nicknames for her too, huh?" Himchan's voice cracked and he was chewing on his lip.
"Channie...are you jealous? There's nothing going on between us, I swear. We're just good friends."
"That's what they all say." You could feel the grief in Himchan's voice as he looked down at his shoes and tried not to cry.
Jieun was the perfect girl for Yongguk. They both knew that. Yongguk's family had not been too thrilled when they learned that the boy who used to come over to their house to play everyday had become their son's significant other. They wanted Yongguk to have a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. They wanted a sweet, kind, helpful girl who was bursting with beauty and treated Yongguk well. Jieun even shared Yongguk's love for music. Himchan knew she could love him better than he could.
“Himchan, please...” Yongguk began to walk towards his boyfriend, arms outstretched to embrace the troubled other.
“Don’t touch me...I need to make sure everyone gets in their places. The play is starting soon...” He cleared his throat and sniffled and walked out of the dressing room. A few moments later Yongguk, alone in the room, could hear his boyfriend below, “PLACES EVERYONE! DON’T FUCK THIS UP!” As if nothing was wrong.
It was times like this that Yongguk felt that Himchan was too strong for his wellbeing. But he couldn’t stop it. After all, Himchan was his Strong Chan. The only one for him.
Luckily for stressed director Himchan, the first scenes went off without a hitch. To his continuing misfortune however, it was only the first scenes that went off without a hitch.
“Where the fuck is that dagger?!” Youngjae ripped apart the prop box, searching for the key prop for an upcoming scene.
He stomped backstage, eyes locked every which way searching for the plastic dagger. Finally he laid his eyes on it. It was in the hand of Daehyun. Who was swinging it back and forth and reciting a line while the girl who played Lady Macduff stood by.
“Daehyun, what the fuck?!” Youngjae ran over, ready to rip the dagger out of his hand.
“Is this a dagger I see before me?” Daehyun recited a line, eyes a little too focused on the prop. “Aw, shit I forgot the next line.”
“Let me clutch it.” Lady Macduff replied, reading from the script.
“Ah, yes. Let me clutch it!”
“Give me that!” Youngjae yelled, ripping the dagger from his hand. “Why would you play with it at a time like this?!”
Daehyun shrugged, “I dunno. I was bored.”
“What, you egg?!” Youngjae hissed, jabbing the dagger into Daehyun’s stomach.
Himchan had been chewing his bottom lip out of anxiety so hard, he swore he could feel the dribble of blood on it. Hyosung was suppose to go on for her first scene soon but there was no sign of her anywhere. The clock was against him.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, “Yes, hello?! Hana?! Where are you guys?!”
“Hyosung is hurt! She fell off the roof and now we’re in an ambulance!”
“What?! What do you mean she’s hurt?! She can’t be hurt! She needs to be here right now in the big ass dress ready to say her lines!”
“Well excuuuse me. But Hyosung is pretty banged up. I mean luckily she’ll be fine and can probably perform tomorrow night but I feel like that’s the least of your worries. Can’t you be a little more considerate?! She got hurt doing an errand for you and all you’re worried about is your dumb play.”
Himchan sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Hana was right. He was being a total asshole, “You’re right, Hana. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Hyosung when you come visit her in the hospital. You are gonna come visit her, right?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell Hyosung to get well soon for me!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Hana hung up and a flood of panic rushed through his body. Hyosung was gone. Lady Macbeth was gone. And he had been stupid enough to not cast an understudy because he knew Hyosung would be there on the day of the play and he didn’t want to be responsible for another actress. This was his fault. Everything was his fault. He needed a replacement and fast. He needed someone who knew this play front and back and it couldn’t be him. Searching desperately around the theater, his eyes finally landed on Yoo Youngjae, leaning against a shelf, appearing to be taking a breather.
“Oh, Youngjae!”
Youngjae was horrified. He had been horrified when his clothing had been ripped off and he had been stuffed in a dress. He had been horrified when Sunhwa yanked all of his hair back and shoved it into a long wig. And he had been especially horrified when she began to pile on layers and layers of makeup onto his face, smearing foundation, blush and other products all over his face as if her life depended on it.
But most of all, he was horrified when he had to face Himchan in his full attire.
Sunhwa approached Himchan backstage with Youngjae in tow. She was holding up her hands as if they were covered in the blood of the man she just killed. Her hands were dripping in foundation, glossy liquid highlighter, and her fingertips were covered with smeared eyeliner and eyelash glue. She had a glassy look in her eyes, and Himchan could see she even had some makeup smeared on the bottom of her baby pink dress.
“Thanks Sunhwa, I really owe you one. Youngjae looks great.” Himchan smiled.
Sunhwa merely nodded.
“What about me?! I never agreed to this!” Youngjae protested, trying to stomp a foot, but his heel tripped him up.
“Yeah, whatever.” Himchan brushed it off, “Hyosung is in the hospital and you’re the only one who can play this part.”
“Hyosung is in the hospital?” Youngjae’s eyes went wide, “Will she be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, she’ll be fine.” He brushed it off again, “Just go out there and strut that ass.” And with that he pushed his friend onto the stage.
Youngjae blinked at the blinding lights and looked down at the audience. It was too dark to see. Once the initial shock wore off, he decided there was no turning back now. Trying to make his voice a couple octaves higher, he recited his first line. Surprised at how great it felt to be in the limelight, he recited the next few lines without falter, and soon found himself submerged into the blood thirst, power hungry role of Lady Macbeth.
Himchan finally let out a sigh of relief. Everything was going good. Youngjae hadn’t strangled him yet, and he was pretty sure Daehyun was doing a damn good job at concealing his boner over seeing Youngjae in such a fashion. Nothing could go wrong after this. Nothing at all.
“Be gone, spot!” Youngjae recited in such a dramatic tone, scrubbing at his hands. The audience was fixated on Youngjae’s amazing performance. Himchan wondered why he didn’t pressure his friend into acting earlier.
Smiling, his eyes landed on Yongguk and Jieun, on the other side of the stage. His blood immediately began to boil. What were they doing over there?! They should be at the soundbooth!
Jieun was pointing at something on the lights and Yongguk was looking at her and nodded. Once again, they were too close for comfort. Himchan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
“Umm..Himchan? Are you okay?” Sunhwa asked, seeing as Himchan looked like he was about to explode.
“I’m. Fine.” Himchan was gritting his teeth so hard Sunhwa was afraid they would crack.
“Are you sure?” She asked again.
“I SAID I’M FUCKING FINE.” He yelled at Sunhwa, disrupting some of the audience in the front rows. Youngjae looked back at them and glared.
Himchan didn’t know what happened next; Sunhwa had said Jieun slipped, but the next thing Himchan saw was Jieun in the arms of Yongguk. They were looking at each other and laughing.
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY BOYFRIEND.” Himchan yelled. It was gone. Himchan was gone. No going back now.
Sunhwa immediately tried to hold the fuming director back, but he shoved her to the ground with little effort. “Junhong! Jongup! Help me! Himchan is going crazy!” Sunhwa begged, clutching to one of Himchan’s legs.
Junhong and Jongup quickly let go of the beam and rushed over to help Sunhwa. The two boys each grabbed one of Himchan’s arms and Sunhwa tried to grab his flailing legs.
Daehyun who was standing a little behind the troubled director, saw Jieun and Yongguk’s shocked expressions towards Himchan and wondered if he should help. But that thought went quickly went away when he noticed that the wall Jongup and Junhong had been trying to hold up was beginning to topple. And Youngjae was standing right under it!
“Youngjae!” Daehyun screamed, as he pushed Jongup, Junhong and Sunhwa aside, making the Jongup and Sunhwa release their grip and freeing the wild beast that was Himchan.
Youngjae looked at Daehyun with a confused expression as he saw his friend running towards him, then he looked up when he heard more screaming and saw the castle wall crashing down towards him. He was frozen in fear.
“Youngjae! Look out!” Daehyun grabbed Youngjae and threw him to the ground, rolling the two bodies away from the top of the castle wall.
When the dust settled, Daehyun realized something. He was on top of Youngjae. And their lips were touching. He swore he could hear Sunhwa gasp something along the lines of “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“I WILL END BOTH OF YOU!”
Daehyun was so close to Himchan but he could barely hear his friend’s war cry as he tore across the stage followed by Junhong and Jongup quickly padding after him yelling, “No, hyung! No!”
Daehyun was too fixated on what was happening to him and Youngjae right now. He couldn’t even feel the excruciating pain in his left arm.
“Umm...Dae...you’re kinda crushing me.” Youngjae murmured out, trying to move his lips from Daehyun’s so he could talk...and breathe.
Maybe Daehyun hadn’t been overthinking it at all.
“And what did we learn from this?” Yongguk asked, arms crossed as he stared his roughed up boyfriend down.
“That if I have a problem I need to talk to you about it instead of hiding my feelings.” Himchan murmured, looking down at his shoes in shame.
“Good. And I learned that I should ask you how you’re doing more often. And tell you how much I love you. Because I love you, Himchan. I really do. And if you were to leave me I would probably cry and end up stalking you.”
“That’s creepy.” Himchan eyed him.
“Proves how much I love you.”
“That makes it even more creepy.”
“Okay, okay, it kinda does. But I really love you, okay? And I always will.”
Himchan finally smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, “Me too.”
“Sorry about your play.” Yongguk whispered into Himchan’s ear as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“It’s alright. Theres always tomorrow night.”
“How about we go visit Hyosung now?”
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Pairing: Daejae, Banghim
Rating: PG
Summary: In which six boys try to put on a high school production of Macbeth and everything goes wrong.
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"You dumbass." Himchan yelled, stomping back into the room.
"Himchan, calm down! It's not the end of the world!" Jieun piped up.
"Don't tell me what to do, woman!" Himchan snapped back.
"Hey!" Sunhwa yelled at the other, upset with his attitude, "She's right. There's a way to cleanse the curse."
"Really?!" Himchan asked, sounding relieved.
"Yup. All we have to do is recite a line from Hamlet or Merchant of Venice." Jieun replied, naming off two more of Shakespeare's plays.
"Great!" Daehyun exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. Sunhwa had just finished fixing his makeup. "Ooo. I know one!"
"Spit it out!"
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?!" Daehyun exclaimed.
Himchan slapped Daehyun on the shoulder, "That's a line from Romeo and Juliet, idiot!"
"Oh...my bad." He replied, shrugging.
"Ugh. Let me go get my Shakespeare anthology." Himchan said, going over to his bag and rummaging through it.
"Poor Himchan..." Hyosung sighed, fanning herself. The night was hot, and her dress was heavy.
"You can say that again." Yongguk replied.
"Oh god no...no, no, no, no, no!" Himchan flipped his bag over and shook it, letting all its contents fall to the floor.
"What is it?" Yongguk asked, rushing over to his boyfriend's side.
"Its not here! I left it at home!" He sank to the ground in a heap. The play was suppose to start in fifteen minutes.
"I'll go get it." Yongguk replied, already getting out his keys.
"No. You're too important. I need you to stay here." Himchan answered.
"Is that anthology really that important?" Hyosung asked.
"Yes! Its important. Like really, really, really important. I just can't believe I left it at home in my...oh shit."
"What is it?!"
"I left it in my dad's office! The only way to get in without his key is through the window." He facepalmed upon remembering leaving the book next to the computer after his older sister helped print out programs for the play.
Hyosung sighed and reached for her street clothes, "Okay. I'll go get it."
"What?! No! You're the leading lady!" Himchan objected.
Hyosung had already began to shuffle to a changing room, "Doesn't matter. You and me have broke into his office before and I don't appear until a few scenes in. It won't take long since you live a few minutes away."
"Fine." Himchan said, defeated. "Hana, go with her."
"Okay!" The girl said, grabbing her purse.
"Hyosung will need someone to stand on."
"Wait, what?!"
It was only after everyone had left and only Yongguk, Jieun and himself were left in the room that he finally exploded.
"This is all your fault!" Himchan screamed, jabbing a finger at Jieun.
"M-my fault?" She asked, shocked and confused.
"Yes! If you had never joined the play and threw yourself all over my boyfriend, this would have never happened!"
"Hey!" Yongguk yelled, gruffly, standing in between Himchan and Jieun. "It's nobody's fault."
"Yes it is!" He stomped his foot like a child.
"Okay. If it's anyone's fault, its that stupid curse, alright?" He replied, trying to comfort his boyfriend.
"No its not! Its Song Jieun's fault!" He continued whining.
"Maybe I should go..." Jieun whispered.
"Yes! Leave!" Himchan threw his arms into the air.
"No, don't." Yongguk replied.
"Why?! She wants to leave!" He said, gesturing to the girl.
"Just go to the soundboard, Songji."
Jieun nodded and quickly scurried off.
"What's wrong with you?!" Yongguk shook his boyfriend once Jieun was gone.
"Nicknames for her too, huh?" Himchan's voice cracked and he was chewing on his lip.
"Channie...are you jealous? There's nothing going on between us, I swear. We're just good friends."
"That's what they all say." You could feel the grief in Himchan's voice as he looked down at his shoes and tried not to cry.
Jieun was the perfect girl for Yongguk. They both knew that. Yongguk's family had not been too thrilled when they learned that the boy who used to come over to their house to play everyday had become their son's significant other. They wanted Yongguk to have a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. They wanted a sweet, kind, helpful girl who was bursting with beauty and treated Yongguk well. Jieun even shared Yongguk's love for music. Himchan knew she could love him better than he could.
“Himchan, please...” Yongguk began to walk towards his boyfriend, arms outstretched to embrace the troubled other.
“Don’t touch me...I need to make sure everyone gets in their places. The play is starting soon...” He cleared his throat and sniffled and walked out of the dressing room. A few moments later Yongguk, alone in the room, could hear his boyfriend below, “PLACES EVERYONE! DON’T FUCK THIS UP!” As if nothing was wrong.
It was times like this that Yongguk felt that Himchan was too strong for his wellbeing. But he couldn’t stop it. After all, Himchan was his Strong Chan. The only one for him.
Luckily for stressed director Himchan, the first scenes went off without a hitch. To his continuing misfortune however, it was only the first scenes that went off without a hitch.
“Where the fuck is that dagger?!” Youngjae ripped apart the prop box, searching for the key prop for an upcoming scene.
He stomped backstage, eyes locked every which way searching for the plastic dagger. Finally he laid his eyes on it. It was in the hand of Daehyun. Who was swinging it back and forth and reciting a line while the girl who played Lady Macduff stood by.
“Daehyun, what the fuck?!” Youngjae ran over, ready to rip the dagger out of his hand.
“Is this a dagger I see before me?” Daehyun recited a line, eyes a little too focused on the prop. “Aw, shit I forgot the next line.”
“Let me clutch it.” Lady Macduff replied, reading from the script.
“Ah, yes. Let me clutch it!”
“Give me that!” Youngjae yelled, ripping the dagger from his hand. “Why would you play with it at a time like this?!”
Daehyun shrugged, “I dunno. I was bored.”
“What, you egg?!” Youngjae hissed, jabbing the dagger into Daehyun’s stomach.
Himchan had been chewing his bottom lip out of anxiety so hard, he swore he could feel the dribble of blood on it. Hyosung was suppose to go on for her first scene soon but there was no sign of her anywhere. The clock was against him.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, “Yes, hello?! Hana?! Where are you guys?!”
“Hyosung is hurt! She fell off the roof and now we’re in an ambulance!”
“What?! What do you mean she’s hurt?! She can’t be hurt! She needs to be here right now in the big ass dress ready to say her lines!”
“Well excuuuse me. But Hyosung is pretty banged up. I mean luckily she’ll be fine and can probably perform tomorrow night but I feel like that’s the least of your worries. Can’t you be a little more considerate?! She got hurt doing an errand for you and all you’re worried about is your dumb play.”
Himchan sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Hana was right. He was being a total asshole, “You’re right, Hana. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Hyosung when you come visit her in the hospital. You are gonna come visit her, right?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell Hyosung to get well soon for me!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Hana hung up and a flood of panic rushed through his body. Hyosung was gone. Lady Macbeth was gone. And he had been stupid enough to not cast an understudy because he knew Hyosung would be there on the day of the play and he didn’t want to be responsible for another actress. This was his fault. Everything was his fault. He needed a replacement and fast. He needed someone who knew this play front and back and it couldn’t be him. Searching desperately around the theater, his eyes finally landed on Yoo Youngjae, leaning against a shelf, appearing to be taking a breather.
“Oh, Youngjae!”
Youngjae was horrified. He had been horrified when his clothing had been ripped off and he had been stuffed in a dress. He had been horrified when Sunhwa yanked all of his hair back and shoved it into a long wig. And he had been especially horrified when she began to pile on layers and layers of makeup onto his face, smearing foundation, blush and other products all over his face as if her life depended on it.
But most of all, he was horrified when he had to face Himchan in his full attire.
Sunhwa approached Himchan backstage with Youngjae in tow. She was holding up her hands as if they were covered in the blood of the man she just killed. Her hands were dripping in foundation, glossy liquid highlighter, and her fingertips were covered with smeared eyeliner and eyelash glue. She had a glassy look in her eyes, and Himchan could see she even had some makeup smeared on the bottom of her baby pink dress.
“Thanks Sunhwa, I really owe you one. Youngjae looks great.” Himchan smiled.
Sunhwa merely nodded.
“What about me?! I never agreed to this!” Youngjae protested, trying to stomp a foot, but his heel tripped him up.
“Yeah, whatever.” Himchan brushed it off, “Hyosung is in the hospital and you’re the only one who can play this part.”
“Hyosung is in the hospital?” Youngjae’s eyes went wide, “Will she be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, she’ll be fine.” He brushed it off again, “Just go out there and strut that ass.” And with that he pushed his friend onto the stage.
Youngjae blinked at the blinding lights and looked down at the audience. It was too dark to see. Once the initial shock wore off, he decided there was no turning back now. Trying to make his voice a couple octaves higher, he recited his first line. Surprised at how great it felt to be in the limelight, he recited the next few lines without falter, and soon found himself submerged into the blood thirst, power hungry role of Lady Macbeth.
Himchan finally let out a sigh of relief. Everything was going good. Youngjae hadn’t strangled him yet, and he was pretty sure Daehyun was doing a damn good job at concealing his boner over seeing Youngjae in such a fashion. Nothing could go wrong after this. Nothing at all.
“Be gone, spot!” Youngjae recited in such a dramatic tone, scrubbing at his hands. The audience was fixated on Youngjae’s amazing performance. Himchan wondered why he didn’t pressure his friend into acting earlier.
Smiling, his eyes landed on Yongguk and Jieun, on the other side of the stage. His blood immediately began to boil. What were they doing over there?! They should be at the soundbooth!
Jieun was pointing at something on the lights and Yongguk was looking at her and nodded. Once again, they were too close for comfort. Himchan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
“Umm..Himchan? Are you okay?” Sunhwa asked, seeing as Himchan looked like he was about to explode.
“I’m. Fine.” Himchan was gritting his teeth so hard Sunhwa was afraid they would crack.
“Are you sure?” She asked again.
“I SAID I’M FUCKING FINE.” He yelled at Sunhwa, disrupting some of the audience in the front rows. Youngjae looked back at them and glared.
Himchan didn’t know what happened next; Sunhwa had said Jieun slipped, but the next thing Himchan saw was Jieun in the arms of Yongguk. They were looking at each other and laughing.
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY BOYFRIEND.” Himchan yelled. It was gone. Himchan was gone. No going back now.
Sunhwa immediately tried to hold the fuming director back, but he shoved her to the ground with little effort. “Junhong! Jongup! Help me! Himchan is going crazy!” Sunhwa begged, clutching to one of Himchan’s legs.
Junhong and Jongup quickly let go of the beam and rushed over to help Sunhwa. The two boys each grabbed one of Himchan’s arms and Sunhwa tried to grab his flailing legs.
Daehyun who was standing a little behind the troubled director, saw Jieun and Yongguk’s shocked expressions towards Himchan and wondered if he should help. But that thought went quickly went away when he noticed that the wall Jongup and Junhong had been trying to hold up was beginning to topple. And Youngjae was standing right under it!
“Youngjae!” Daehyun screamed, as he pushed Jongup, Junhong and Sunhwa aside, making the Jongup and Sunhwa release their grip and freeing the wild beast that was Himchan.
Youngjae looked at Daehyun with a confused expression as he saw his friend running towards him, then he looked up when he heard more screaming and saw the castle wall crashing down towards him. He was frozen in fear.
“Youngjae! Look out!” Daehyun grabbed Youngjae and threw him to the ground, rolling the two bodies away from the top of the castle wall.
When the dust settled, Daehyun realized something. He was on top of Youngjae. And their lips were touching. He swore he could hear Sunhwa gasp something along the lines of “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“I WILL END BOTH OF YOU!”
Daehyun was so close to Himchan but he could barely hear his friend’s war cry as he tore across the stage followed by Junhong and Jongup quickly padding after him yelling, “No, hyung! No!”
Daehyun was too fixated on what was happening to him and Youngjae right now. He couldn’t even feel the excruciating pain in his left arm.
“Umm...Dae...you’re kinda crushing me.” Youngjae murmured out, trying to move his lips from Daehyun’s so he could talk...and breathe.
Maybe Daehyun hadn’t been overthinking it at all.
“And what did we learn from this?” Yongguk asked, arms crossed as he stared his roughed up boyfriend down.
“That if I have a problem I need to talk to you about it instead of hiding my feelings.” Himchan murmured, looking down at his shoes in shame.
“Good. And I learned that I should ask you how you’re doing more often. And tell you how much I love you. Because I love you, Himchan. I really do. And if you were to leave me I would probably cry and end up stalking you.”
“That’s creepy.” Himchan eyed him.
“Proves how much I love you.”
“That makes it even more creepy.”
“Okay, okay, it kinda does. But I really love you, okay? And I always will.”
Himchan finally smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, “Me too.”
“Sorry about your play.” Yongguk whispered into Himchan’s ear as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“It’s alright. Theres always tomorrow night.”
“How about we go visit Hyosung now?”
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