dead roses

          DAEHYUN’S BRAIN  turns into mush, a blank canvas as soon as they get kissed, as if a magic spell has been cast on them. the delicate press to their lips takes away all the thoughts previously coagulating in their skull, returning them into that cozy, somnolent, heavy-eyed state while they’re wrapped up in their lover’s warmth. it takes them a few purry moments to power up their neurons again and form a coherent string of feathery sounds.          ❛     i slept well, but you gotta get it together, won. jinx can easily wiggle out before you fully squish her, but that won’t be the case when we have a proper human baby. babies can’t just move away from their heavy ass dad.     ❜         they nearly scold him, yet their words contain a high dosage of softness within them. though sure that discussing infant care at this point of their lives is extremely early, daehyun is certain that they want a family with jaewon and no one else in the world. with one last full-body stretch, they get up from the bed and drag their feet to the bathroom where they swiftly brush their teeth and freshen up their face. as soon as this is complete, they find their way back to jaewon and mount him effortlessly, spreading their small body all over his and barely holding themself up a few inches above jae. they gift him with a sweet lip-lock, their smiling petals cool & minty because of the cold water and toothpaste.           ❛    are you hungry, mm ? or can we cuddle some more ?     ❜        they wonder, lazily dragging their words out while tracing jaewon’s lips with the tip of their nose.

           AN UNDENIABLE PERK  of being a light sleeper is that your boyfriend’s most delicate touches wake you up in the morning, and you get to experience just how much he loves you whilst pretending that you’re still comatose. it’s a trick they dexterously perform every single morning and jaewon still adorably manages to fall for it to this day. this time, however, they’re unable to hold back their kitten-like second nature and purr to the goosebump-inducing glide of his fingers up and down their spine, which they, in sheer panic of being discovered, manage to conceal with an overpowering whine.         ❛     gosh, you had to wake me up when luhan was just about to kiss me..     ❜         they complain in their signature bratty voice before throwing their head back in order to nibble on jaewon’s chin as a sign of revenge for disrupting the dream they didn’t even have. frankly, the smaller is a millisecond away from rolling atop the boy and smothering him with kisses, but they remain mindful of the palm-sized onyx creature with emerald eyes still napping between the two of them. instead they offer a pair of glimmering gems and a set of pearls shinning up at him while they’re simply beaming. they lean forward & press their plush lips against jaewon’s collarbone, nuzzling their way up to his jawline & inhaling his scent.        ❛    d’you sleep well, my bun ?     ❜        they inquire lazily, fondly, whispering as if fretting that someone might hear it and r u i n the moments that are reserved for their uncensored intimacy.

        getting up bright and early on a saturday was… UNCHARACTERISTIC of most of the inhabitants of the sizeable but quaint two storey, unless one of the guys had a shift in the morning or kerry herself dozed off at a more godly hour the previous night. her only motivation to sneak out at 10:30 in the morning was to pick out a birthday gift for daehyun and, knowing she could be read like a book more often than not, would emphasize the action of sneaking out, persuading yeseul to be her chauffeur for the duration of her shopping trip by offering to buy her lunch. OF COURSE, she wouldn’t only buy them their gift, it’s impossible when the faux fur, lamé and prussian blue being presented on the mannequins that she passes reel her into her own indulgences with little effort; thus, she only exits the elder’s used car at about a quarter past three in the afternoon with a gracious farewell, at least until tomorrow at the latest — her two hands full with the plastic and rope-like handles of her bags, a problem which soon presents itself in the form of trying to open the front door of her house without having to set them aside. because that’d be too difficult. the brunette sighs peacefully when she enters briskly, little hesitation in setting the bags down and immediately unbuttoning her black peacoat. her choice in boots was, frankly, a  P O O R  one, feet aching and furthering her desire to relax for the evening — not that the sudden and startling appearance of jaewon would hinder that, though his shout does have her flinching before catching sight of him. 

        “ my heart will never recover from that, ” she teases as she adjusts her briefly hunched posture, a gentle smile forming soon enough, “ i was out buying dae’s present, couldn’t afford to have my mission compromised in case they found out where i was. ” because, she assumes, they’d figure out which of the items on their wishlist she may have purchased, and unfortunately, informing their boyfriend or bringing him along could have contributed to that possibility. better safe than sorry, even though jae MOST LIKELY would’ve kept quiet much better than herself. ker quickly removes her boots, having shed her coat during the little reunion, and all but moans gratefully when the fashionable yet painful contraptions are set beside the small shoe rack she’d purchased for the six dwellers of the house. “ that sounds a little threatening for a non-threat, y’know, ” comes out lightly as she picks up her bags and walks further into the house, “ but we could do that as soon as i tuck these away ? my feet are G O N E and i’m a little exhausted, so that sounds perfect right about now. ”

             it’s one of those rare days where nobody is home except for him and while jaewon appreciates the peace and quiet at first, he gets lonely after a couple of hours. before, he wouldn’t of had any problems being alone for long periods of time, but ever since moving into the house with everyone and constantly being surrounded by people he considers his closest friends, being left alone for more than a couple of hours unnerves him. trying to distract himself from how everyone has abandoned him, he catches up on most of his school work and even does some laundry, though he’s not sure that he did it correctly. he wastes way too much money buying stupid shit online and spends at least a good forty five minutes wondering if stealing some candy from daehyun’s stash would be worth the brutal murder he’d be put through when they found out   ——   he decides that no, it would not be worth it. he’s about to start begging in the group chat for someone to please come home when he hears the front door open from his spot in the living room. he almost trips over his feet rushing to see who it was, ready to smother them in love no matter who it is, and letting out a cry of relief when he sees kerry, an actual angel, standing in the hallway.

                     with a wardrobe consisting of mostly ripped jeans, basic tee shirts, and hoodies, it was rare to see jaewon in any kind of dressy clothing. but when jaesung told everyone about the upcoming performance their school’s jazz band was putting on, he forced kerry to take him shopping to pick out an appropriate outfit. it wasn’t the first time jaewon has seen jaesung perform, but something seemed different about this one performance. whether it be because it was being held on a bigger scale than the other ones, or because jaewon had been paying more attention to how hard jaesung practices. whatever the reason, he was pulling out all the stops. dressed in a pair of black slacks and a royal blue shirt made of silk, jaewon had even styled his normally messy hair into something more put together, showing off a bit of his forehead. his kind of messy but love filled sign was resting against the side of the bed he shares with dae, who was helping him pick out a pair of earrings.

           “   can you help me fix my collar, baby ?          ”     he sulks as he tries to button the top buttons of his shirt, only to have the buttons slip from his grip,           “   the stupid buttons are so small and slippery.          ”     as daehyun moves to come help him, he slips his hands down to rest on their waist, giving them a small squeeze as they button up his shirt. he watches as their small fingers work the buttons into place with more ease than he could ever hope to have.           “   you look so pretty, dae,        ”     interrupting their work at his collar, he bends down to give them a quick kiss on their nose before leaning down more to brush his lips against theirs, not applying enough pressure for it to be considered a kiss. his hands move from their waist to run up and down their back lightly, lips moving to press sweet kisses alongside their jaw now.

                     he’s always gravitated towards daehyun. even when they were kids back in south korea, he felt like something was missing if he wasn’t holding daehyun’s hand or standing close enough for their sides to be pressed together. the other’s presence itself was enough to soothe and comfort jaewon in even the worst of times, and ever since they made their relationship public, it’s only intensified. while he’s sure their friends are happy for them and were probably used to the two of them being touchy with each other, he’s not sure they really appreciate how often jaewon glues himself to daehyun. whether it be wrapping them in his arms or pressing kisses to every inch of their face he can. he knows all about the honeymoon phase of relationships, but he’s positive he’ll never grow tired of waking up to daehyun’s cute, sleepy face every morning, or the sweet texts he gets throughout the day that still make his heart race and bring the goofiest smile to his face. he’s never felt love as strongly as this and he knows he’ll never feel it with anyone else. even with everything that’s happened to him   ——   his father leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves, his mother’s death and the lack of justice surrounding it, him betraying her by accepting the large sum of money to make sure her killer wouldn’t be held responsible, and everything in between   ——   being with daehyun makes dealing with things a lot more bearable, and for the first time he doesn’t feel guilty about being happy.

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