#convos;dae

HE’S QUIET BECAUSE IT’S SO EARLY, chinnie closes the room door it’s so early in the morning that he assumes everyone else is asleep. except there seems to be some light coming from one particular room, and he scowls. despite feeling absolutely shitty he doesn’t care. he dumps his bag by the bottom of his bed and boots it away from him. how he’d managed to talk them into letting him come back this early was beyond him. he sits on the edge of his bed and he bites his lip. he’s awake.. or he assumes he’s awake and he texts him. ‘ shit i left my fan on.. it’s been like four days, can you turn it off for me please ‘ with a shit ton of heart emojis and he sits his phone down and he waits. part of him hopes he’s not awake but part of him hopes he is. he kicks his shoes off and sits back a  bit, just waiting patiently until he hears some movement until he decides to get up when he does, and he moves so the door hides him when it opens. 

moonie stares at the door, waiting for daehyun to appear out of it. he has to say that he can’t lie about being annoyed but then again he’d been gone and he knew how daehyun felt about that idiot chinmae. he says nothing as he waits sticking his phone into his pocket and he licks his lower lip, flicking the nearly finished cigarette away when he’s done and he leans against his car. he texts daehyun again. ‘come on, hurry your ass up. you’re slower than a week in the jail. ‘ of course he’s teasing him, he always gets a kick out of teasing him.

          CHINNIE'S NOT BEEN AT THE DORMS, in days. he can’t be. doesn’t wanna be and he doesn’t know what’s brought him in now BUT here he is. he quietly goes in, seeing as it’s way past midnight and he knows the others will be sleeping. he opens the door and closes it quietly behind him and turns the light on, he only stops when he notices it on his bed. a small package and the card. his heart stops and he moves over to it and sits on the bed, lifting it up. he opens the package first. banana milk. his lips twitch into a smile because he KNOWS it’s from daehyun. he licks his lips and looks at the other present. it’s a ring. it’s small and simple but he’s staring at it like it’s the most important thing in the world and he puts it on, it fits perfectly on the ring finger on his right hand. he wonders why he’s been given it instead of something else so he opens the card and he smiles at it. the hears, the birds and of course the bunnies. YOU. he laughs quietly as he stares at the bunny that’s clearly meant to be him. he licks his lower lip and he reads the card over. once. twice. three times. just to make sure he’s reading it right. there’s tears pricking at his eyes, and they fall over. he stares at it and god he doesn’t know how many times he reads it, over and over again until he gets up. he opens the door and he goes straight to daehyun’s room. he knocks on the door as quietly as he can but loud enough to hear. “ dae-hyung. “ 

           WHY DO THE STAIRS FEEL LIKE they’re taking forever ? he’s shoved his phone into his pocket and he’s jumping down at least three of them at a time just to get to the bottom.  it’s not like he’s out of breath. he’s not. but he’s still going. until he reaches them and he sees HIM. it’s turned into such a shit night and he just wants to forget, but he knows he won’t. he stops at the bottom step and call him fucking cliche but it’s like he does forget. just for those few seconds. his eyes have been tearing up from the minute he left the party. the party is forgotten about. he doesn’t care, doesn’t need it. his feet are moving before he can stop himself and he knows it’s fine, knows they can’t be seen. because if they could be he wouldn’t be as stupid. he blinks the closer he gets and he doesn’t give the other a minute to speak he kisses him. hands on his face, doesn’t care about the cake, doesn’t care about anything. nothing at all, except what’s in his touch. 

      CHINNIE’S TRYING SO HARD to just keep his eyes open but he’s failing miserably. his eyes close and open, then close then open again. he texts daehyun again.  hurrrrrrrrry it up. i’m sleepy. the door is oppppppen. although he’s not sure if it’s because he’s sleepy or if it’s because... he’s high. that he HAS to hide from daehyun. maybe he should let himself fall asleep before he gets the chance to see him like this. he frowns at the thought and he moves his way from his couch to his bedroom. he yawns and he lays down on the bed, and he waits. slowly but surely, he can’t fight it anymore. he knows he can’t. but he tries. he tries until he can hear the door. “ bedroom. “ he calls out loudly and he finally lets his heavy lids close his eyes.