#everdreamt

tipsy heejoon is... giggly. very much so, as both he and taeyang have discovered. an open bottle of wine sits on his coffee table, something they've been sipping at for the better part of an hour or so. a cheesy drama plays on his little tele, some romantic thing that he's been making fun off on and off. drinking isn't a regular occurrence, most often happening only when being social, and so his tolerance isn't the best. 

it's during one particular scene that just feels outright ridiculous that heejoon makes a mistake. he's quoting it ( quite poorly, i might add, ) to taeyang, dramatic gestures and facial expressions galore through fits of laughter. it's during the overdramatic, amped up kiss that heejoon leans forward, meaning to obnoxiously smooch the air between them — but tipsy heejoon is not the best at estimating distance or balancing. 

he topples forward with the momentum, lips crashing into taeyang's and being greeted with the taste of wine and the tteokbokki the pair had shared earlier. there is a moment where he freezes, realizing just what he's done amidst his playful banter before he's all but falling off the couch in a move to give his friend space. heejoon's face is flushed, though if it's from the alcohol or the kiss is up for determination. 

" taeyang-ah, come to bed.. " 

heejoon tries not to whine, he really does, but he's sleepy and warm but the spot next to him is so cold. he can't help the lilt in his voice, one hand reaching vaguely in the direction of the doorway to his bedroom. thankfully it seems like his plea is granted— the bed dips and there is a warm, breathing form next to him. 

heejoon shifts, scooting to nestle himself right into taeyang's chest. arms curl around the younger's waist, face tucking into collarbones as he makes himself smaller. a moment passes, drifting on the verge of sleep before a proverbial lightbulb seems to switch on. 

" almost forgot.. " voice thick with sleep, the young man shifts upwards to press a gentle ( if slightly clumsy ) kiss to warm, familiar lips. he doesn't linger too long, returning to his earlier spot with a happy sigh. 

“ so remember how i said i am bad with dates? ” a little laugh follows, tinged with embarrassment and the faintest hints of anxiety creeping through. “ i wrote your birthday down at least, so i didn’t forget! ” 

he holds up his gift — a pot of blooming marigolds with a neat little ribbon tied around the base. the pot itself is painted, though it looks a bit like a child’s arts and crafts project. wynn never claimed to be artistic— that’s his brother’s job, after all. still the boy has tried his best and is proud of how it’s turned out, all he can hope now is that elliot likes it.

MUNDAY POSITIVITY MEME

accepting! @everdreamt

🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash!

      ❛ This is something i've been working on for some time now. ❜ He turns slowly to grab the plate of chicken he had prepared before setting it down in front of the other. ❛ It's a chicken breast , marinated in a sweet chili sauce with a side of spicy lo mein and cabbage. I was thinking about adding it to the menu. ❜

it's been a little over a week since taeyang graced his home with takeout and discovered heejoon in such a state and a little over a week since their food deal was established. heejoon had to skip the day before due to a late doctor's appointment and a few errands. 

this time he shows up in remarkably less bandages. there's a few notable injuries up the length of his forearm, still clearly healing but nothing awful. meanwhile his hand is wrapped up, though his fingers have been freed of their entrapment and can move with ( relative ) flexibility. 

" much better, " he beams, holding up said hand in a little show. " doctor said things are healing fine and I should be free to use my hand completely within the next week. though i guess m'gonna end up with some... neat scars 'cause of it. "