#bicvrious

Taeho didn’t spare his ex boyfriend a single glance as he made his way to their former shared bedroom to grab the remaining of his stuff. His stomach felt heavy as memories of their shared time in this room, this apartment, rushed to the forefront of his mind while he packed but he showed nothing, keeping a stoic facade. He didn’t want to give his ex the satisfaction of knowing how wrecked he was over the breakup, even though it was his choice--he could only handle so much of being Archer’s dirty little secret. Just as he was about to step out of the apartment, the power shut off and thunder boomed lightly outside. “I’ll be on my way.” Taeho would rather drive off in the storm, as reckless and dangerous as it could be, than spend more time than necessary in the other’s presence.  

it was well past two in the morning when his ‘boss’ got home, a good five hours after he was supposedly due home. the tardiness is something dayuan has gotten used to by now. he started gathering his belongings spread all over the dining room table when he heard the front door open and shoved them in his backpack. day was dead on his feet and minutes away from passing out from exhaustion but he had no choice other than to endure the fatigue a little longer, the ride back to his apartment was half an hour. “good evening,” he greeted the musician, backpack thrown over his shoulder, “the little one shouldn’t wake up for another two hours. i wrote down instructions for her bottle in the kitchen but if anything is wrong, you know how to reach me. that’s all, i’ll be on my way now.”

He was so used to having what he wanted when he wanted it, to have his way always be the rule, that when their plans conflicted, Tai would be irritable for the rest of the day. And now Archer was keeping secrets, or at least that was what Tai thought, and so he took it upon himself to find out what they were.

He wears a frown as he pushes the drawer he’d been inspecting back in. Nothing there, and he was growing frustrated, but what bothered him more than anything was how long it had been since the sky had gone dark and he was still in the room by himself. Where are you, he texts his boyfriend. He could check—admittedly, he’d enabled permissions on Archer’s Find My Friends once, when he was in the shower, but Tai also didn’t want to check again for the third time that night. Then the doorbell rang.

He opened the door with a small, tight smile. “Welcome back. Why so late? Without a text, even.” It was more than a little passive-aggressive, but he presses a peck to Archer’s cheek as if nothing was wrong—except something was wrong. Another thing, and he had only noticed. “You changed your cologne. What happened to the one I got you last week?” // @bicvrious