The ride back from Incheon was tinged with the same sort of ephemeral feeling as the final encore of a concert, the fullness felt in a final bow before the emptiness that came right after. Precious, but ultimately fleeting. That was how Seunghyun thought of it, anyway. The magic of their trip was already fading. He could feel it slipping away.
Jiyong was asleep on Seunghyun’s shoulder while the subway rumbled over the tracks. Passengers came and went, but Seunghyun never budged, so careful was he not to disturb Jiyong from his sleep. Seunghyun watched as Jiyong dozed, the slight parting of his lips, the occasional flutter of his eyelashes as he dreamt. He felt the warmth in his own heart grow.
They would be back soon, back to their normal routine, back to the world where Jiyong’s smiles were for someone else, and Seunghyun wanted so much to hold time still, to hold on to this feeling for as long as he could, but it was like trying to hold on to water, the seconds dripping uselessly from his hands.
The swooped collar of Jiyong’s shirt slipped down over his shoulder, and Seunghyun gently tugged it back up.
The magic didn’t last very much longer at all. It wasn’t long before Jiyong got his next opportunity to see Joowon, arranged, of course, by Soohyuk. Seunghyun was about to have words with his friend about sabotaging his failing love life.
Seunghyun sat on the bed while Jiyong went through his newly organized closet trying to plan out Seunghyun’s outfit for the evening. Jiyong pulled out two very different shirts, one red, one blue, looked them over before discarding them both.
“Why don’t we just stay in tonight?” Seunghyun suggested. “We can watch movies or something.”
Jiyong snorted. “Like Oldboy again? No, thanks.”
“No, something else. I’ll watch Romeo + Juliet with you. Or Titanic.” How many hours was that last one again?
Jiyong looked back over his shoulder, lips twitching in amusement. “Nice try. You can tear yourself away from the couch for one night.”
Seunghyun pouted. “I tear myself away all the time.”
Jiyong ignored him, resuming his hunt for a shirt.
Seunghyun shifted on the bed, sulking. He plucked at a loose thread on his blanket. After a few minutes, he said, “What if I take you out to eat instead? There’s that sushi place we’ve been wanting to try.”
Jiyong finally stopped sifting through the hangers, turning back toward him with a concerned look on his face. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want to go?”
Because he’d rather do chores with Youngbae than watch Jiyong with Joowon again. “Just not feeling it.”
Jiyong crossed the room to sit down next to him on the bed. He felt at Seunghyun’s forehead. “Are you sick?”
Seunghyun shook his head, and then immediately wished he hadn’t. If he would’ve faked being sick, would Jiyong have stayed in to take care of him?
“Then what’s wrong? There’s free beer there. You never pass up free beer.”
“I can buy my own beer,” Seunghyun muttered.
Jiyong folded his hands in his lap. “You don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. I can go by myself.”
That sounded even worse. Who knew what would happen if Seunghyun wasn’t there to mediate? He might lose whatever small, tenuous hold he still had on things. “No, it’s okay. I’ll go.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“I’m sure. I’ll be fine once we get there.”
That seemed to satisfy Jiyong. His worry faded into a smile as he pulled his legs up on the bed and folded one knee over the other. “Okay, then. So I thought we should go over our story again just in case it comes up. How long have we been together?”
Seunghyun looked out at his figurines on the other side of the room. “Since middle school.”
“No,” Jiyong said, exasperated. “How long have we been a couple?”
“Fine. High school, then. It’s not my fault you moved away.”
Jiyong smacked his shoulder, laughing. “Quit being difficult.”
Seunghyun rolled his eyes, recited, “We’ve been official for six months now. We got drunk and fooled around some before that, but we didn’t get together until I finally told you I wanted more.”
Jiyong nodded in satisfaction. “And where did you tell me?”
“In the studio. We were working on a new song. You told me you liked my lyrics, and I said they were about you.”
“What song were we working on?”
His brow furrowed at that. “I don’t know. I don’t remember you saying?”
Jiyong’s smile told Seunghyun how pleased he was. “So you do pay attention to me.”
You have no idea, Seunghyun thought.
“Oh,” Jiyong sat up a little straighter, “and while we’re talking about it, I did have a couple pointers for you.”
“What kind of pointers?”
He saw the slight change come over Jiyong, his leader side stepping in. It was just like when he was directing the staff before a show, making sure all the details were just as he wanted them. “You’re too much of a gentleman.”
“I thought being a gentleman was a good thing.”
“It is. Opening doors, carrying my things – that stuff’s all great.”
“But?” Seunghyun
ขี่กลับมาจากอินชอนถูกแต่งแต้ม ด้วยประเภทเดียวกันของความรู้สึกชั่วคราวเป็นอังสุดท้ายของคอนเสิร์ต ความสำเร็จรู้สึกในโบว์สุดท้ายก่อนความว่างเปล่าที่มาหลังจากนั้น มีค่า แต่หายวับไปในที่สุด ที่ถูกวิธี Seunghyun คิดว่า อย่างไรก็ตาม มหัศจรรย์การเดินทางถูกแล้วมีซีดจาง เขาอาจรู้สึกว่ามันลื่นไถลไป Jiyong ได้หลับบนไหล่ของ Seunghyun ในขณะที่รถไฟใต้ดิน rumbled ผ่านเพลง ผู้โดยสารมา และ ไป แต่ไม่เคย budged Seunghyun ระมัดระวังดังนั้นคือเขาไม่ให้รบกวน Jiyong จากนอนของเขา Seunghyun ดูเหมือนเป็น Jiyong จึง พรากจากกันเล็กน้อยของเขาริมฝีปาก กระพือเป็นขนของเขา ตามที่เขาฝัน เขารู้สึกอบอุ่นในหัวใจของเขาเองเติบโตขึ้นพวกเขาจะกลับมาเร็ว ๆ นี้ กลับการควบคุม กลับไปยังโลกที่รอยยิ้มของ Jiyong ถูกผู้อื่น และ Seunghyun อยากมาก จะถือเวลายังคง ไว้ในนี้รู้สึกสำหรับตราบเท่าที่เขาสามารถ แต่มันก็เหมือนการพยายามที่จะเก็บในน้ำ วินาทีแหมะเปล่า ๆ ปลี้ ๆ จากมือของเขาคอ swooped ของเสื้อของ Jiyong เล็ดรอดลงของเขา และ Seunghyun เบา ๆ tugged มันกลับมา มายากลไม่ได้นานมากเลย มันไม่นานก่อน Jiyong ได้โอกาสของเขาต่อไปเพื่อดูจัด แน่นอน Soohyuk, Joowon Seunghyun ถูกจะ มีคำกับเพื่อนของเขาเกี่ยวกับ sabotaging ชีวิตรักล้มเหลวSeunghyun sat on the bed while Jiyong went through his newly organized closet trying to plan out Seunghyun’s outfit for the evening. Jiyong pulled out two very different shirts, one red, one blue, looked them over before discarding them both.“Why don’t we just stay in tonight?” Seunghyun suggested. “We can watch movies or something.”Jiyong snorted. “Like Oldboy again? No, thanks.”“No, something else. I’ll watch Romeo + Juliet with you. Or Titanic.” How many hours was that last one again?Jiyong looked back over his shoulder, lips twitching in amusement. “Nice try. You can tear yourself away from the couch for one night.”Seunghyun pouted. “I tear myself away all the time.”Jiyong ignored him, resuming his hunt for a shirt. Seunghyun shifted on the bed, sulking. He plucked at a loose thread on his blanket. After a few minutes, he said, “What if I take you out to eat instead? There’s that sushi place we’ve been wanting to try.”Jiyong finally stopped sifting through the hangers, turning back toward him with a concerned look on his face. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want to go?”Because he’d rather do chores with Youngbae than watch Jiyong with Joowon again. “Just not feeling it.”Jiyong crossed the room to sit down next to him on the bed. He felt at Seunghyun’s forehead. “Are you sick?”Seunghyun shook his head, and then immediately wished he hadn’t. If he would’ve faked being sick, would Jiyong have stayed in to take care of him?แล้วอะไรคือผิด มีเบียร์ฟรีมี คุณไม่เคยส่งค่าเบียร์ฟรี""ฉันสามารถซื้อเบียร์ของตัวเอง Seunghyun ญี่ปุ่นJiyong พับมือของเขาในตักของเขา "คุณไม่ได้ไปถ้าคุณไม่ต้องการ ฉันสามารถไป ด้วยตนเอง"ที่ไพเราะที่เลว ใครรู้จะเกิดอะไรขึ้นถ้า Seunghyun ไม่มีพิจารณา เขาอาจสูญเสียสิ่งค้างเล็ก รัฐบาลเขายังมีสิ่ง "ไม่มี ก็ ฉันจะไป""คุณแน่ใจหรือไม่ ไม่ได้""ผมแน่ใจ จะดีเมื่อเราได้รับมี"ที่ดูเหมือนจะตอบสนอง Jiyong กังวลของเขาจางหายไปเป็นรอยยิ้มเขาดึงเขาขึ้นมาบนเตียง และพับเข่าข้างหนึ่งมากกว่าอีก "โอเค แล้ว เลยคิดว่าเราควรไปไปกว่าเรื่องราวของเราอีกครั้งในกรณีที่มันขึ้นมา นานเราได้รับกันหรือไม่"Seunghyun มองออกที่กระเบื้องของเขาในด้านอื่น ๆ ของห้อง "ตั้งแต่โรงเรียนมัธยมต้น""ไม่ Jiyong กล่าว exasperated "เวลาเราได้รับสอง""ดี มัธยม แล้ว มันไม่ใช่ความผิดของฉันที่คุณเคลื่อนที่ออกไป"Jiyong สาธรไหล่เขา หัวเราะ "เลิกได้ยาก"Seunghyun รีดตา อัล "เราได้รับอย่างเป็นทางการสำหรับหกเดือน เราเมา และหลงกลบางก่อนที่ แต่เราไม่ได้รับกันจนผมก็บอกคุณต้องเพิ่มเติม"Jiyong พยักหน้าความพึงพอใจ "และที่คุณไม่ได้บอกฉัน""ในสตูดิโอ เรากำลังทำงานอยู่เพลงใหม่ คุณบอกคุณชอบเนื้อเพลงของฉัน และว่า พวกเขามีคุณ"“What song were we working on?”His brow furrowed at that. “I don’t know. I don’t remember you saying?”Jiyong’s smile told Seunghyun how pleased he was. “So you do pay attention to me.”You have no idea, Seunghyun thought.“Oh,” Jiyong sat up a little straighter, “and while we’re talking about it, I did have a couple pointers for you.”“What kind of pointers?”He saw the slight change come over Jiyong, his leader side stepping in. It was just like when he was directing the staff before a show, making sure all the details were just as he wanted them. “You’re too much of a gentleman.”“I thought being a gentleman was a good thing.”“It is. Opening doors, carrying my things – that stuff’s all great.”“But?” Seunghyun
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