Simple Date [Daehyun x Youngjae]
Taking one last look at his reflection, Daehyun turned away from the mirror and grabbed his car keys and wallet, pushing them into his leather jacket. It was impossible for the brunette bartender to wipe the grin from his face even though he was perfectly aware he looked like a complete idiot. Yet for some strange reason, he couldn't even bring himself to care as he stepped out into the cold night air, ensuring the door was locked tightly behind him before he walked down the stairs out of his small one bedroom apartment and settled in the car.
Soon enough, Daehyun was parked outside the familiar building, looking out of the window, he could make out the light in the apartment that was his destination. At least the younger was home. He'd have been horrified and humiliated if he'd been forgotten about. Taking one last glance at his reflection, the male leaned back in the car seat and went over the evenings plans in his head. If there was one thing that Daehyun had come to learn about Youngjae, it was that the blonde was extremely proud. He knew enough about his past, his habits and he was very aware that the fact that Daehyuns father was an incredibly wealthy owner for one of the largest chains of hotels in Asia, making the elder of the young couple equally as wealthy, was something that made Youngjae extremely uncomfortable. Which is why tonights plans he had delibrately planned them to be as cheap as possible. Besides fancy gifts were completely over rated.
Stepping out of the car finally, he made his way inside the apartment building, climbing the stairs until he reached the door of his boyfriend. His stomach was knotted, a feeling he was sure he would have gotten over by now especially that they were officially a couple, but apparently the blonde dealer had some sort of hold over him that would just not allow him to be his usual relaxed arrogant self around him. Raising his hand, he gave the door three sharp knocks before pushing his hands into his pocket, awaiting for an answer.
