“Fine?” Youngjae repeated in confusion. Was he really giving in?
“No.” There was a small smile on Daehyun's lips and the younger man couldn't help but smile back before mock pouting. It was easy to forget Jung Daehyun had a sense of humor sometimes. “I simply do not want you involved with dangerous things.” He added before Youngjae could ask why. The room went silent and Youngjae allowed himself to stare, watching as his lover stared off into nothing, his expression looking almost troubled.
“Are you okay?”
Daehyun snapped out of his trance, looking back towards his lover. “Yes.” His answer was so void of any emotion, so cold. The man stood up and walked towards the window, gazing out at the scenery in front of him as he smoked his cigar. What was he holding in? It was just so hard to read him, impossible even.
Youngjae followed him a couple of seconds later, standing beside him. “Daehyun?” He didn't wait for a reply. “What's your favorite color?”
“Why do you ask?” Daehyun asked and Youngjae felt happy to see the amusement and surprise on his face. Anything was better than that cold, blank emotionless expression he always wore.
“Because I want to know.” The younger replied, smiling sheepishly at his lover. It felt so strange, to call Daehyun his lover but not know anything about him. Not his favorite color. . . his favorite food – nothing; at least nothing Youngjae thought made sense to fall in love with. Youngjae knew Daehyun got a thrill from murder, that you don't cross him – but why did he love this man? Youngjae wondered how he could possibly be in love with someone he knew nothing about but he was. He didn't doubt that at all. He just didn't know why.
“I like white.”
“White?” Youngjae repeated and tilted his head ever so slightly. “Is there any reason why?” He couldn't help but notice how Daehyun's lips were so ever slightly curved upwards. Now that Youngjae really thought about it, he'd never really tried to get to know the man that well. From being too nervous to ask, to wanting to stay professional. He wanted to laugh at that. He could ғυϲƙ the man but he couldn't ask what his favorite color was. . .