“let me love you goodbye.” gentle peck for @acajongdae
baekhyun knows his place.
he knows his place in his mother’s eyes. he knows his place in highschool. he knows his place in their shared house. he knows his place in the world. and baekhyun always acts accordingly to the role he’s given. actually reads the terms and conditions of the situation before clicking ‘agree’. to make sure he doesn’t say the wrong words or do the wrong thing.
but with kim jongdae, there was never a guideline.
it’s like walking on eggshells–their whole relationship. a drunken accident, two broken hearts and one bed. two pairs of arms keeping each other from falling apart. kisses shared as a form of distraction from the outside world. but none ever know what to actually do, what to expect and what kind of skeletons hiding behind each closets. no words shared within uncomfortable silences.
should’ve known this relationship is doomed from the start.
and when those dreaded words finally came out of his curly lips ( baekhyun had always find it beautiful- like his eyelashes too. he wants to kiss them every time ), only then he had realized that maybe he should’ve learned his lessons.
a nervous laughter breaks the silence, too tight and too airy to be amusement. baekhyun’s eyes travel down towards the wall, then the window, until it settles down on the floor instead. anywhere that is not jongdae is fine so it wouldn’t hurt too much. there’s a crack in his voice as he speaks; “so… this is it? we’re done?”
a little part of him wishes the other would say no- or maybe keep his mouth shut and hug him instead. but baekhyun knows. he knows that he doesn’t have the rights to tell jongdae to stay. he knows that he doesn’t even have the right to touch him. he’s not important enough. what they had this whole time was just a band-aid to cover the wound, not even close to being healed.
“can i… at least, kiss you?” the question was meant to be kept to himself, but ends up being blurted out of the blue. hesitant steps pull him towards the younger boy, now only a few inches away from him. lower lips tugged harshly by his front teeth as he waits for jongdae’s answer. when a nod comes, immense relief washes over his entire being.
even after this whole time. he had tried not to get attached. not to put too much room for jongdae in his space. thinking maybe after his ex-girlfriend he can finally learn how to properly shut people out. but in the end this is inevitable and baekhyun is once again set to mend his tattered heart by his own.
go on, twist the knife. maybe now i’ll learn for real.
their kiss is surprisingly gentle; no teeth, no urge behind it. just an easy, slow slide between lips. baekhyun wants to savor this moment. wants to remember how soft jongdae’s lips against his. the shape of it as they kiss for the last time.
when they finally part, the pink haired boy finally mustered enough courage to look at jongdae in the eyes and flash him his brightest smile. not for long because baekhyun isn’t desperate enough to pull the ‘cry in front of your boyfriend-turned-ex’ method and possibly commit another social suicide. he chose to walk away right after....
.......only to halt in his steps.
“was i too overbearing for you?” a sudden shot in the dark. he doesn’t even care if his voice is already croaky. flashes of her face invades his mind and baekhyun has to take a deep breath before being able to continue with his words. “too nosy?”
✕ i want the k—4; forehead kiss. ( not accepting ).
she still remembers the feel of his lips, so sudden and soft against her own, and she can’t help but give a gentle chuckle at the thought of them. he hadn’t been forceful, and while she wasn’t exactly inviting him for it, there was no harm done. it was only a kiss, and she decided she would let it slide— that was exactly what she did, a kiss an easy oversight for simple bringing him home on a particularly rainy day.
however, again she finds herself in his presence, the two caught in a case of simply being in the same place at the same time.
the local coffee shop was a bustling hub for students like them, so it didn’t surprise her to see him there himself, working away at….well, whatever he was working on. he seemed rather focused if his creased brows and slightly moving lips ( he was no doubt reading something to himself, voice low so he wouldn’t disturb anyone else ) was anything to go by. she could feel her own lips curl into a smile, one playful, but that held a glint of playfulness. her heart was already in someone else's hand, but who was to say she couldn’t show any platonic affection?
she’s quick with her plan, sneaking up behind him with expertise after placing her own order, and before he knows it, her hands gently grip the sides of his head. she tilts it back a little, her lips pressing quickly to his forehead, and she pulls away with a satisfied smile.
“i got a little bit of my lipstick there, sorry,” her words are laced with a laugh, her smile bright. she reaches out, wiping at the faint red tint left, and a quick snort leaves her as the color only blends deeper into his skin. “you might need to get some makeup wipes at the store on the way back to the dorms unless you’re fine with having a red stain for a while.”
she shrugs happily, a light skip in her step as she leaves him there, his eyes wide and staring at her retreating form. she gone within minutes, ice coffee in hand. he wanted to leave an impression? he did that just.
