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recognizing the voice, he hesitates behind the door. he doesn’t want to see ryuichi, especially in the middle of the night, after what happened a few hours prior, but it soon becomes obvious the musician is not sober. over the year they’ve known each other, the older has wormed his way under day’s walls without him noticing and no matter how much he denies it, dayuan cares for ryuichi, cares for his well-being. damn him. “i’m not your b—” the words die out on his tongue as he takes in the state the other is in, his eyes widening as blood runs down his face. worried, he doesn’t think twice before taking his shirt off and using it to stop the bleeding from his nose. “you’re a fucking mess,” he says as he ushers him inside and leads him into the living room where he orders him to sit down on the couch with his head down and to pinch the soft part of his nose while he gathers supplies. he comes back with a bowl of water and an unopened bottle of water. “what happened to your date?” he waits a good few minutes to make sure the nosebleed has stopped before he cleans the blood off his face. “why do you do this to yourself?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
ryuichi doesn’t hesitate for a second, and leaps into day’s arms when the younger finally opens the door for him. standing on his tippy toes, he nearly sends dayuan staggering backward with a bear hug. “babyyy,” he squeals with delight, the playful grin on his face stretching wider. the concerned look etched into day’s features doesn’t alarm him at all. in fact, ryuichi finds it quite amusing that the boy immediately ushers him inside, and starts tending to his nosebleed right away. much to his surprise, he even takes off his shirt and offers it to him to stop the bleeding. “oof, you sexy, sexy boy,” he murmurs, voice distorted from pinching his nostrils, then replies with a chuckle, “uhuh, your fucking mess.” as dayuan leans in, and wipes the blood off of his face with a wet cloth, ryuichi’s eyes drift down to his broad shoulders, chest and flat tummy. “who? oh yeah, i got bored of him.” shamelessly oogling the younger, he licks his lips, and his features immediately scrunch up at the slight taste of copper. “where is yours, mhm?” even in his current state, ryuichi feels pangs of jealousy hit his chest at the thought of dayuan going on a date with another guy. he inches closer to the other boy, and buries his face into the crook of his neck. his lips graze over his skin, tasting him, finding the pulse at the base of his throat and possessively starts sucking on it, wanting dayuan's heart to beat only for him. “and does your date know you only want me yet, day-day?”









