morning after ; youngjae&yixing
Fuck. Where was he, again? He looked around, realizing only then that it was his own bedroom. Someone was attached to him, he could feel his flesh touching someone else's. A bare chest. Next to him, another someone. Youngjae felt a little proud. He lifted himself up, looked at the woman in his right and the man on his left. The woman was very good looking, petit, perhaps a model. The man was very much like Youngjae, he realized, knowing why his drunk-self chose him. It was definitely someone's ideal type. He thought about his brother, probably downstairs making breakfast. He got out of bed and threw on some clothes.
The girl woke up first, gathered her things on her hand and walked out. He was standing on the door as she stepped out. “Bye”, he muttered. She muttered the same thing, only in Chinese. He raised an eyebrow and walked back into his room. The man was now awake. “Hey, where is the bathroom?”, he asked. Youngjae just pointed at the door across the room, watched, as the man closed the door and left him alone.
Mornings, usually, the ones who come after a great night, feel empty. But this one weirdly didn’t. The young one closed his eyes and took a breath, glad that his brother knew that he was going around, fucking other people. Under his skin, the euphoric feeling of accomplishment. He, unnoticed, broke into a smile. Taking each step with unrealized triumph, he walked into the kitchen while staring at the back of Yixing. Swiftly he remembered the first night he spent in Korea after coming back. And was in sudden awe of how pretty he looked this particular morning, even if every morning this feeling repeated itself. And suddenly he maybe regretted just a little bit bringing those people home with him.
“Good morning”, he said, with the cheerful voice of success, hoping Yixing would be jealous. He studied the other’s back, the lines he had touched a million time both a long and a short time ago. They changed since he went away, the both of them. Suddenly the cute, sweet teenage love story they shared turned into a one-sided lustful feeling that Yixing took advantage of from time to time. Expectant, Youngjae was longing for an answer, paying attention only to the one in front of him, but doing an awful good job at looking carefree, fooling, even, himself.
