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leechanhee-ia

Maybe he was just feeling rather ambitious or perhaps there was someone screeching in the back of his mind (possibly Himchan) telling him that he should wear the current little outfit that was tucked away in his backpack. With a smirk, he used his own set of keys to enter into Daehyun’s house as he attempted to be as quiet as possible- or at least make sure the other knew someone was here. “Dae!” He called out, only to hear the shower water running from his bathroom. Perfect. Deviously, the musica stalked his way into the others bedroom and begun putting together his planned out look for his boyfriend in hopes of surprising him.

Kissing Chanhee had quickly become a favourited pastime Daehyun enjoyed. Having the musica in his arms and sharing kisses with the one he loved the most, honestly, what more could he ask for? A smile traced over his lips as his grip around Chanhee's waist tightened in a manner that could've been seen as possessiveness. "Why are you so perfect?" he murmured against Chanhee's lips. "I'm surprised there aren't suitors lining up at your door, you're adorable, beautiful, and just simply flawless." And what was even better was that Chanhee belonged to him, all of the musica belonged to him. It was pretty hard to believe Chanhee was his of all the people who were better than him out there. Daehyun certainly counted himself lucky to be able to hold perfection in his arms.

Chanhee's proclamation of love almost made him forget where he was. Feeling stunned and rooted to the ground, Daehyun couldn't say he was ready to hear such a confession. Sure, he'd said it more than enough times and through his actions, but he never expected Chanhee to reciprocate. He found himself staring for the longest time at the pretty face, before breaking out into a stupid grin. He'd heard those three loving and sacred words only once upon a time in his life but it didn't end well back then. This time, however, he made sure that those words stayed with him forever. 

If the raising of his voice wasn't startling, then it was the sudden kiss that did. And it was a kiss Daehyun easily melted into because Chanhee was sweet like that, addicting. It didn't come as a surprise when Daehyun pressed the musica into him as he tilted his head to further indulge himself in their heart-felt kiss. He couldn't help it - Chanhee was his drug, his devious temptation, and his most precious weakness. To love was one but to love another and make that person the entire existence of oneself was a step over the fourth wall. How the mighty have fallen indeed; Daehyun, the master of his thousand swords and a fearsome warrior to his foes, had fallen so deeply in love with another that it made him weak.

Though Daehyun had hugged many of his friends, he knew that wasn't what Chanhee had meant. No, other than his past lovers, Daehyun held no one currently other than his adorable Lee Chanhee. He, however, stayed quiet as he mulled senselessly over the musica's words, though that act could've seemed like he was suggesting something otherwise, but no, that wasn't the case at all. Daehyun, in the midst of his internal conflict, wondered if his boyfriend was lying or if he really was telling the truth. Either way, he couldn't figure it out and that perhaps, frustrated him a little too much. It certainly did show as his features scrunched up in concentration. 

"You say that..." he muttered under his breath, though it seemed as if he was talking more to himself than the man currently trapped in his arms. "But how do I know you don't speak those exact words to another man?" And how did he know Chanhee wasn't trying to shift the blame so that both of them seemed like victims instead of just one? Was he being too paranoid? But Chanhee was perfect, so why would he say anything otherwise? In short, was he just making it up? To make Daehyun feel like he was lacking in everything, from traits to looks to personality, and just about everything as a person, really. Was Chanhee just trying to change the topic?

Only person, he had said but how much truth lied in those words? Daehyun couldn't tell and for once he wished he could read minds. For once he wished Thunder was around so he could eavesdrop on their conversation and just... tell him the truth. Daehyun looked up at the musica, feeling a little surprised over what he had said. Worthless? Not even close, Chanhee was far from worthless - he was perfect. So perfect that he had Daehyun kneeling in worship... or at least his heart had caved long ago to the man anyway. 

"Worthless? You're not worthless," he glared and quickly shot up from his seat and trudged over to the other. The door shut behind Chanhee with a click; Daehyun's arms trapped around the musica until his back hit the door. Chanhee was locked up in his arms and had nowhere else to go. Cold and sharp eyes dulled as his features softened at the look on Chanhee's face. "Don't say that again, don't say that word again. You're perfect, I would never look at you any other way."

Did he have any fun? He would've answered that question had he even remembered what went on the previous night; all he could recall was the laughter of his friends echoing through his head as he drank away whatever guilt he had left in his body. Daehyun couldn't remember much other than the dull aching of his head. 

His room was neat as usual; there wasn't much lying around save for his bed, wardrobe, and a mirror. There was a desk in the far corner at the back and a chair to accompany it but that was it. Maybe the bedroom wasn't such a great suggestion after all as it brought back memories of when he first gave himself away to the musica. He sighed and plopped down on the edge of the bed with a questionable look on his face. Honestly, was it the guilt that made Chanhee apologize to him? Did he think by apologizing everything would be put back to normal like it used to be? Then again, how long had Chanhee had someone else in his life? It could've been before Daehyun for all he knew. 

"I don't really care," he replied a little too harshly although at this point, he couldn't care less. "You can do whatever you want. It doesn't concern me." Maybe he sounded a little too cold but just looking at Chanhee broke his heart. Daehyun's eyebrows knitted in concentration. Words he wanted to speak were left unsaid and instead, he turned his gaze away from the musica to the nightstand instead. A picture of his younger brother and another unfamiliar face stared back at him. 

Did someone say cheesecake? Suddenly his headache didn't seem that bad and whatever awkwardness between the two just disappeared all of a sudden and Daehyun could've sworn he was drooling or something but that could've been a fragment of his torn imagination but he digressed. "Cheesecake?" he repeated with a curious look. For the sake of his sanity, Daehyun pretended he hadn't seen the cringe. Never mind that this was Chanhee in front of him, the same man who had broken his heart and the same man who continued to shatter it, Daehyun's main focus suddenly shifted to the box of goods. Well, maybe just this once; he was supposed to be distancing himself from the musica but since he was already there... he might as well be selfish once more. No harm done, except for another beating to his heart, he supposed.

"Um... yeah, I guess..." he trailed off while rubbing at the nape of his neck rather sheepishly. He wasn't even embarrassed over what he was wearing, just the wreck of his house. His baby brother was still sleeping in the living room and god knows where the rest of his friends were but obviously they couldn't have gone far so... Daehyun shuffled into the room after letting the musica in though he might've had second thoughts on doing so when the bodies of his passed out hyungs caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Daehyun sighed and marked off the kitchen. With the living room and kitchen taken, the only other place was his bedroom. His friends knew not to trespass on that property but for once he wished they had. The bedroom wasn't exactly a place he wanted Chanhee to be in, hell, it was already awkward enough that the other was in his house but turning him away now would've been rude of him.