#daebaek

Baekhyun: Dae, can you look after Tae for a while?

Daehyun: I'm still eating..

Baekhyun: Eating can wait, I got to do something.

Daehyun: But-

Baekhyun: Are you saying that food is more important than your son?

Daehyun: Babe, I didn't say that. I-

"Why are you in your underwear.”

It came out less as a question and more as a deadpan, as though Jongdae had already accepted the bizarreness of the situation (and he had, because living with Baekhyun had that effect on people).

“My clothes are in the laundry,” Baekhyun chirped as though everything made perfect sense with that simple response.

It clarified some things. But, well.

“Why did you wait until you had nothing left to wash your clothes?” Jongdae asked, eyes narrowed.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure why he was even surprised.

“Because I hate doing laundry.”

Baekhyun pouted and he looked so silly (and adorable), shirtless and probably cold with his lower lip jutting out and his legs swinging back and forth childishly as he sat atop one of the spinning laundry machines. Jongdae honestly felt that he really could not be blamed for what he did next, which was lean in and catch Baekhyun’s soft pink lips against his own.

He pulled away almost immediately afterwards and then peeled off his t-shirt and shoved it in Baekhyun’s face, leaving the poor boy confused and disoriented and very, very pink.

“What?” Baekhyun asked, voice cracking on the word.

He hadn’t moved since the kiss, which he wasn’t even completely certain had actually happened.

“Put it on. It’s cold in here and people are going to come in and see you. In nothing but your underwear,” Jongdae murmured, blush dusting his own cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Did you just-“

Baekhyun peered up at the dimly glowing stars and planets stuck to his ceiling, filling his vision with hues of pink and blue. He’d been trying to sleep for at least an hour now. None of his usual tricks were working, his mind too full of racing thoughts trying to claw their way to the forefront of his brain.

He sighed and reached up, tracing out the shapes of the glowing ceiling stickers with his index finger in an attempt to distract himself. When that didn’t work, he took a deep breath and began to count, hand outstretched like he was reaching for the stars.

Somehow even their cheap, plastic counterparts were still out of reach.

“Can’t sleep?”

Baekhyun started and, realizing a split second too late that he’d shifted to the very edge of the bed, flailed as he fell over the edge and onto the mattress next to it.

“Fuck—“ Jongdae wheezed when Baekhyun’s hand landed on his stomach and knocked the air right out of him. “Ow!”

“Sorry!” Baekhyun squeaked and immediately rolled off him, cheeks burning a bright pink. “You scared me, I thought you were asleep already,” he added quietly, peering up at Jongdae who had sat up and was gingerly rubbing at his stomach.

The blanket fell away from Jongdae’s chest, revealing a bare (and very toned) torso. Baekhyun looked away immediately, down, at his hands in his lap. He picked at the skin around his thumb nail.

“I could hear you thinking,” Jongdae mumbled once he’d regained his breath. “My god you’re heavy, that really hurt,” he whined.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun repeated softly and Jongdae eyed him weirdly, unused to this kind of timid silence from someone like Baekhyun, who normally burned with an intensity like an entire galaxy.

“What’s on your mind—?”

“I like you—!”

Both boys blinked and stared at each other. Jongdae could feel a flush creeping up his neck and he felt suddenly like an awkward high school student sleeping over with his crush for the first time, instead of like the university student that he was, sleeping over in his best friend’s dorm for the nth time.

“What?” they said at the same time.

Baekhyun groaned and threw his head back, frustration fueling courage.

“I like you! And not like a best friend, but like a boyfriend! I want to hold hands with you and cuddle and kiss you and—“

He fell silent when warm fingers laced with his and he peered down at where his right hand was intertwined with Jongdae’s. Baekhyun looked up, nose wrinkling.

“That’s a really cheesy way to accept my confession.”

Jongdae shrugged and tugged him closer so he could wrap his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and bask in the moment.

“Hey, you’re the one who fell on me just to tell me you fell for me.”

Does anyone want to Roleplay Daebaek (Daehyun x Baekhyun) or Chansoo(Chanyeol x Kyungsoo [D.O]) with me.