#daniel fic

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Daniel and Lando and nipple piercings – winter break 2023 (349 words)

He gets his nipples pierced at the start of the winter break. Because he gets obsessed with things, you know? And it's stupid because they won't heal properly before next season and he'll have to take them out for racing – nobody's going to write him a medical certificate for being a horny little freak – but he does it all the same, because Lando. Without telling anyone.

So he's spent the first weeks of the break just, like, constantly half turned on, and he still hasn't told anyone because no-one can touch them so what's the point, although he also kind of likes having a naughty secret.

All of it's making him ratty, though – he's fucking awful in wherever he is before Australia, pushing at everyone's boundaries, and Martin's threatened to leave. So he books them tickets to see Daniel because he's got tattoos and some batshit part of Lando's brain thinks that's roughly equivalent to piercings and he'll get it.

But he can't just be normal and tell him – "hey, Danny, I got my nipples pierced, wanna see?" – so he ends up on top of a hill on a dirt bike track, taking his shirt off, because all he wants is for someone other than himself to finally touch them.

In hindsight, it's exactly the sort of thing Daniel expects Lando would do – the piercings and the grand reveal – but that doesn't make it any easier to wrap his brain around right then.

They don't even fuck about it, not at first. Lando's disastrously turned on and practically vibrating by the time he's in Daniel's lap that night, Daniel mouthing at his chest; close enough to move the skin, but not actually touching his nipples. Lando thinks he might die of need, or impatience, or possibly over-anticipation if that's a thing. Really feels like it could be.

Then he sobs his way through an orgasm neither of them expect when Daniel eventually lets the metal catch on his teeth, and a minute later Daniel gets the sloppiest blowjob of his life in return.

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FILLED REQUEST: drink to that, a drunk date! au with kang daniel

pairing: kang daniel x reader genre: fluff summary:  You’re a low-tolerance fool crushing on a high-tolerance man. warnings: alcohol consumption!! DRINK RESPONSIBLY (this is like my third/fourth fic with alcohol LOL at some point i’m really going to write a ‘wanna one while drunk’ post HAHA anyway!! hope you enjoy <3)  

kang daniel is your cute seatmate in the history class you share

and you’ve never dated anyone??? before??

but when you watch his performance at the 90s throwback performance competition you decide you’ve got to do something about your crush

and by that you mean your long-time best friend kim jaehwan has to do something about your crush

jaehwan organizes a group hangout-date with his friends and yours

and daniel’s sitting beside you at the fast food place y’all decided to eat at before the night’s activities

he’s been trying to chat you up but you’ve been giving him monosyllabic answers, fiddling with your glasses nervously

because your friends chose a small table

and you’re crushed up against him

lord knows jaehwan doesn’t keep his elbows together

his thigh is against yours and really daniel is??? toned as hell

“Y/N, did you want—“

“I’m ok!”

“you don’t need tissue? you’ve got ketchup all over your arm”

“i’M oKaY”

you feel yourself blushing to the roots and you can’t look up at daniel

(you don’t see the fond smile on his face, how he bites his lip instead of reaching out to wipe the stain)

instead you turn to jaehwan and poke him in the ribs

“can’t you keep these chicken arms to yourself”

“yah, excuse me! i’d rather be home instead of here being your moral support,” he hisses, taking a fry from your plate

“you mean, at home and not making out with your hot roommate?”

jaehwan glowers at you for a bit before his face settles into an evil smirk

“daniel,” he says, “you might want to watch out for Y/N here because she might get flirty later after a drink or two”

kim jaehwan’s days are numbered

but first you have to rectify the situation because you’re at a loss for words

to your surprise, daniel laughs

“that’s cute,” he says, his top teeth prominent as he smiles, “i’m sure i have nothing to worry about, even if Y/N can’t hold her liquor”

instead of questioning his doubt that you’d flirt with him—you’d do it now if you weren’t so damn awkward—you can feel your nostrils flaring as you pout and say, “you think it’s funny??? i totally can!! i’ll match you later, beer for beer, shot for shot”

and jaehwan’s beside you, trying to call your attention

“wHAT”

“you’re making your rhino face again,” jaehwan says

while you’re relaxing your expression, he stands to lead the group to the next place

but he looks at daniel and says

“dibs on not carrying her drunk ass to her room”

you’re back to being quiet and questioning the decisions you make in life when daniel taps your arm

“come on, Y/N, you have to drink me under the table,” he says, and then

HE WINKS

you can’t look him in the eye as your group walks to the karaoke place a block away

(of course jaehwan wants a noraebang date lol he just loves to sing)

predictably

three beers and four shots later you’re feeling a little…reckless

when daniel takes the mic to rap, you cheer shamelessly

then you boop him on the nose with your index finger

before taking the mic from him, letting your fingers linger on his

you sing some big bang song, complete with some of the dance moves

jaehwan pulls you up before you can crawl on the floor to mimic seungri’s part

you’re deposited onto someone’s broad shoulders

“oh, hello, daniel!”

and your two hours at the place are apparently over?

(daniel let you off easy tbh he tried to drink as little as possible)

you’re all outside, but you’re not ready to go home yet

your grip on daniel’s wrist is firm as you pull him close

“i’m hungry!! let’s eat”

and jaehwan’s signaling at you but you’re still too hit to understand

you end up at a convenience store nearby, and you’re trying to bite through your four layers of pre-packed sandwich when you get to the corner where daniel’s sitting

he catches the bag you toss at him and looks closely to see it’s his a pack of his favourite gummies

“what’s this?”

“you’re always eating those in class when the prof isn’t looking,” you say through a mouthful of the giant sandwich

he smiles before reaching out, and your eyes go wide because you think he’s going to touch your face

but he just takes the end of the sandwich you hadn’t bitten into to show you that they’re two stacked sandwiches

you’re still too tipsy to feel shy so while he opens the pack of candy you’re telling him about your dreams

“and this history credit is just a stepping stone to latin honours though i love the class especially because you sit beside me and whenever you look lost i want to lend you my notes”

and daniel’s looking at you like he remembers you, suddenly

“you’re that groupmate who ended up rewriting what i sent for the report, aren’t you?” he says sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck

“yes,” you say carelessly, shrugging, “i was going to be mad at you because you were so good-looking and sweet that i knew you’d be an awful groupmate, but you obviously tried your best”

he goggles at you for a moment as you lick the crumbs off your fingertips, choking when you waggle your eyebrows at him

you wash your hands really quick before exiting the store with kang daniel in tow, the night breeze hitting you hard

“would you...” you say, poking daniel lightly in the (toned) stomach, “would you mind piggy-backing me home?” 

and in the light of bright convenience store sign you see him blush and hesitate

disappointed, you turn to walk in the direction of your dorms but he doesn’t follow

and when you turn around he’s glancing at you expectantly, crouched low

you run to him and pounce, your arms tight around his neck and your torso pressed carelessly against his back

practically purring in his ear, you nuzzle into his neck

and daniel’s hands shake because of how your body against his is making his belly do somersaults

“daniel”

“yes”

“let’s meet your cats today”

“okay”

and that’s how you, someone he barely knew twelve hours ago, end up on his living room couch, peter on your lap and rooney in your arms

daniel’s watching you from the floor, stroking peter absent-mindedly

“we have class tomorrow,” you whine, as if it’s not your fault you’re awake at god knows what time

“we do,” daniel says, grinning 

“kiss your kitties good night,” you say, holding rooney out to him 

daniel kisses her right above the eyes, then does the same when you lift peter to him

when both his cats are on the floor, nuzzling at your legs, you tiptoe and look at him with an eyebrow raised

“i won’t forget you,” he says gently, his slightly chapped lips brushing at your forehead lightly

you give him a big grin before tottering off to your room one floor down 

the next day, you wake up five minutes before class with a killer headache and many, many regrets

daniel’s looking at you when you slip in, and that’s when you recall exactly what you did last night

while the lecturer’s not looking, he hands you an aspirin and your glasses

“you left them at my place,” he says, and you nod silently

“your scarf’s with me, too, but i figured you might want to wear it on our next date?” 

when you turn your head quickly to look at him, he has a soft smile on his face, and his fingers are tapping lightly against his desk as if out of nervousness

“o-okay,” you say, and neither of you can keep from smiling throughout the rest of the session

jaehwan may be your good buddy, but soju’s the real matchmaker

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George/Daniel feat. Alex

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"Did he tell you," says Alex, leaning conspiratorially closer to Daniel but loud enough that it's obviously meant for George to hear, "that he had a poster of you on his wall?"

Alex's grin is huge and George can feel his cheeks starting to burn.

"And I'm pretty sure," Alex continues, looking straight at George and George knows this is going to be bad, "that when he thought he was alone he used to wa—"

"Alex!"

"George! You did." The pause feels horrifically long and George wonders if it's possible to physically combust before Alex finishes the tale. "You absolutely used to watch Daniel's race wins when you thought you had the place to yourself."

George groans and sinks down in his chair, hands covering his face. "Alex, you're rotten."

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"Merry Christmas." Daniel holds out a small square tin. There's a bucolic winter scene on the lid – snow-covered trees, rugged-up children on a sled – that's half covered by a floppy red bow in one corner. Embossed garlands of holly and ivy wend around the sides.

"I thought we said no presents!" George is smiling, but it doesn't quite hide the panic born of being caught on the social back foot, the explicit rule designed to prevent such faux pas having been deliberately ignored. He should have known Daniel wouldn't listen.

Daniel proffers the box at him again and has at least, George thinks, the good grace to look slightly abashed. "I know, I know. But it's Christmas and it's summer and I thought you might want something—" he waves his free hand at the remains of barbecued salmon, new potatoes, pomegranate salad, fresh berries and crumbled meringue in front of them, "—from home."

"You shouldn't have." George sets the tin on the table and presses his thumbs to the rolled edge of the top, levering it up to expose a dozen not-quite-perfect mince pies nestled in a parchment lining. He breaks into a proper grin and looks at Daniel, curious. "Did you … make these?"

"Mate!" Daniel laughs, wide and easy. "You've seen me in the kitchen. It's not pretty. I asked Mum real nice, so really they're from both of us." He leans over and points a finger at the top of a pie. "I did cut out the stars for the tops though."

"Easily the best bit." George pauses. "Thank you. You shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did." He fidgets with the bow on the tin. "I didn't get you anything." The ribbon finally pops off and he turns it over in his fingers a few times before lifting it to his shoulder and sticking it down again. "How about this?" He gestures at himself. "One more present to unwrap?"

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Sneak peek of some end-of-season Dando I'm mired in...

Lando messages daily – sometimes hourly – and almost always selfies. Flipping the bird with a grin, pouting on a golf course, standing in front of a mirror with his thumb hooked in the waistband of his joggers and briefs to pull them down over his hip bone. Daniel thinks incessantly about replying but doesn't.

'Busy time with family' he eventually sends back, four days late, along with a blurry phone photo of small hands on a game controller. 'This isn't my area of expertise'

‘facetime? watcha playing? i know a game or two. could help'

‘they don’t need any pointers on how to hand me my arse, but thanks’ It’s crueller than he means it to be, but he sends it all the same. He doesn’t have the energy to finesse it into something palatable. Three little dots bounce at the bottom of the screen for a while then disappear. There’s no message.

The next day he sits on the ground outside and puts the camera between his feet, tips it slightly forward and presses the shutter release to take a photo of the earth, sun baked and red and falling out of focus. It’s a quick and dirty trick that makes him feel like he knows what he’s doing. He sends it to Lando. The dots bounce almost immediately and the anticipation in his gut makes him slightly nauseous.

‘nice one’

Two words. They don't make him feel any less sick, and he fights the urge to send message after message begging Lando to come and visit, to call, to send more photos, anything, please, anything, anything, anything to make him feel less alone. He watches the bottom of the chat relentlessly, willing the dots to reappear. They don’t.

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Kinktober – Days 27/28 Sensory Deprivation: Daniel / George 

It started by accident – George bopping around the apartment in Daniel's matchy matchy, noise-cancelling Beats by Dre headphones, listening to the playlist that reminded him of summer break and LA and the face Daniel made when the spicy fried chicken turned out to be very spicy, and he hadn't heard the door thud shut on Daniel's return or his footsteps or the groceries being deposited on the kitchen counter.

He hadn't heard him call his name as he leaned in the doorway, watching him dance, hadn't realised he was there until halfway through an embarrassingly cowboy-swinging-a-lasso-esque turn and George had pulled the headphones down and turned a shade of red he had no control over. 

"Well, howdy," Daniel had drawled. "Ain't that a real purdy sight."

And George had laughed and blushed hotter as Daniel lifted the headphones back over his ears and insisted on dancing with him – George to the music, Daniel to George – until there was more swaying than dancing, more kissing than swaying. 

So now, occasionally, Daniel holds out his matchy matchy, noise-cancelling Ornamental Conifer headphones to George and George puts them on and they dance – one to the music, the other to the one – until they're out of tune with everything except each other.

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the second and final part of the childhood friend! daniel au

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pairing: kang daniel x reader (featuring kang dongho) genre: fluff, angst summary: You’ve never let your relationship with Kang Daniel move beyond the fun and physical, especially since he’s your brother’s best friend. Throw in a distraction, some sexy stubble, and a meddling brother, and you have a recipe for disaster.

one | two

you don’t expect to meet your childhood friend kang daniel again at university, but when you do, it’s only a matter of time till you become friends again 

it’s a little different now, your old hide and seek games replaced by lazy afternoons at his apartment, his arm comfortably around your shoulders and his cats on both your laps

it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a rhythm, and by your third year, you've taken five general classes together despite having different majors

when you enter your basic philosophy and logic class, daniel’s already taken a seat beside a pretty girl in a sundress, which has you swallowing down the drop of jealousy building up in your throat and sitting elsewhere

to your left is an boy—no, man, you think—with stubble dark against his pale skin and an expression so bored it’s intimidating, and you don’t realize you’re staring till he looks at you and smirks, like a tiger spotting prey

you bite your lip and smile, feeling the tips of your ears turning warm, because he may not be your usual type, but that tattoo peeking from beneath the low collar of his white shirt is attractive as hell

when the professor asks all of you to pair up and you see daniel talking to the girl next to him, you shrug and turn to mr. sexy tiger, as you’ve taken to calling him in your head

his name is kang dongho, and though you’re a little worried about whether he’ll be a good project partner, soon you’re saving his number and pointedly not looking at daniel, who’s been glancing at you with a frown

later that day, you’re at daniel’s apartment, his hand at the back of your neck and drawing you closer

you and daniel make out every so often whenever neither of you are dating, and that’s completely normal between friends, isn’t it?

but you pull back, asking him whether he’s thinking of seriously dating the girl from philosophy class because you need to know if your arrangement has to change any time soon 

he says no, and you pull him into the kiss, and he tastes like the gummy candies he likes to eat, some sugar on the corner of his lip for you to lick, and you’ve never had a sweet tooth but daniel’s mouth is more addictive than candy

afterwards, you’re texting dongho about your meeting the next day, and daniel is laughing because kang dongho is the complete opposite of all the boys you’ve gone for throughout your three years at university

“remember lai guanlin”

“sTOP HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS SO YOUNG”

you stick your tongue out at him and call him an idiot, but at midnight, daniel insists on walking you back to your dorm, and you ignore the little voice in your head that tells you how easy it would be to pull him close and finally confess what had been at the tip of your tongue over six years ago

that weekend, you’re at the library with dongho, reminding yourself that you’re an adult, there to study and not to ogle the exposed area of his chest nor the way he bites his pen in thought

then you get texts from daniel asking for help with the assignment, and you roll your eyes before sending the relevant book titles since you and dongho have practically finished your project 

[5:40 PM] cat daniel: ur rly so hot when ur being competent

you’re grinning at your phone, choosing the appropriate sticker to send, when dongho asks you if you want to get barbecue with him tonight

“as partners?” you say, confused, and dongho smirks in that way that makes you melt, laughing at you, and your cheeks turn pink

“i’ll get the car,” he says, taking your stunned silence as affirmation, and you’re still smiling when daniel texts you again, telling you to come over, but you only have enough time to send a sad face and ‘can’t, bbq with the tiger’ before dongho says he’s outside

back at his apartment, daniel begins to feel uneasy because you’ve only ever taken your dates to cute, trendy little places like cafes and diners, and they’ve always been lanky younger boys like sewoon and jihoon, not men who look at you like they want to devour you like this kang dongho

daniel knows it’s hypocritical to feel this way when he can never get enough of your lips, when he’s always glad to see you wearing those off-shoulder tops you like so much because it’s easier for him to mouth at your neck and collarbones, and he tells himself that he’s worried and not jealous, no not at all 

you’re back at the dorm with ramen and beer from the nearby convenience store because you’d been too shy to eat like you wanted in front of dongho, when you get a call from your older brother 

“what’s this i hear about you dating a bad boy?” daehyun says in a teasing tone, but you can hear the warning in his voice, and you’re angry because only one person knew that you were going out tonight

“what did daniel tell you about dongho, oppa?” you say, trying to keep your voice level 

your brother sighs, saying, “he called your date bad news. are you going over to daniel’s apartment? we need to talk about this later, Y/N,” and you grunt in response before hanging up, pulling on a hoodie and rubber shoes and rushing to daniel’s apartment to give him a piece of your mind

when he opens the door, you storm inside, your arms crossed over your chest as you seethe and say, “what the fuck?” and daniel smiles uncomfortably, shrugging

the two of you stand in awkward silence, and for the first time since you met him you see daniel’s face turn serious 

“i don’t think your brother would approve of you dating him,” he says, looking away because both of you know that it’s bullshit, but before you can call him out, he asks, “have you kissed him?"

your fists are at your side and you shut your eyes tight, holding back the waves of frustration and hurt and anger that are making it difficult to breathe

“that’s none of my brother’s business, and it’s certainly not yours,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him, and you can’t stop yourself from poking him in the chest, your face near his as you hiss, “and do you fucking think he’d approve of you sticking your tongue down my throat every tuesday, asshole?” 

“it’s different with us,” he says lamely, still not looking you in the eye, and all the fight drains out of you, leaving you feeling exhausted

“of course it is, daniel,” you say, the hurt palpable in your voice, “because i know it’ll never be anything more for you.” 

you don’t look at him when you leave his apartment, and when he texts you throughout the week you delete his messages without reading them 

kang dongho takes you out on one more date, this time to the zoo, but all you can think about when you see the lions and tigers are daniel’s cats, and you find yourself tearing up, apologizing to dongho and telling him it’s better if you stay friends 

“it was worth a shot,” he says before taking you home, and you’re sorry you and dongho have so little in common because he’s really quite sweet under that intimidating exterior

you tell yourself it has nothing to do with a certain b-boying idiot 

but later that night you remember how early on in your freshman year, you and daniel had ended up at an ice cream parlor past ten in the evening after terrible dates with other people, how the wet asphalt had glistened under the street lights, the way daniel’s eyes twinkled as he took your hand and brought you back to his place

that first time, he’d tasted like cupcake sprinkles and home, but you’d pulled back and laughed it off, and you had been the one to bring up the arrangement because ‘friends who make out every so often’ sounded better to you than the unknown you’d have to face if you’d admitted any feelings

daniel is awake thinking back to the same moment, the space on his couch feeling empty without you in it, and he realizes you deserve more than what he’s been willing to give you, more than the bits and pieces of himself no one else is willing to accept, that flirtatious texts and kissing sessions are not all he wants with you

two days later, you’re at your dorm studying when someone knocks, and you open the door to kang daniel, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him

before you can shut the door, he says, “i’m an idiot,” and you narrow your eyes, gesturing for him to continue, “i’m an idiot who wanted your heart without asking, who wanted all the best parts of you without showing you the best parts of me. i’m a coward who couldn’t tell you six years ago when i left, or three years ago when i met you again, or two weeks ago when i called your brother instead, that i like you and want to be with you—are you—are you crying?” 

and he pulls you to his chest like he has every time you’ve cried in front of him, and you can feel in the tightness of his embrace that he would do anything in his power to make things okay again

“you’re a big fucking idiot,” you mumble into his chest, and he laughs, his hand rubbing soothing circles onto your lower back

“i’m sorry,” daniel says, “i really like you,” and you stay like that for a while, feeling lighter than you have in ages

you pull back to smile up at him, stroking his cheek, watching his face for his reaction to your next words

“you’re telling my brother”

and his eyes go wide, the colour draining from his face, but you’re laughing at him, relaxing in his arms, and daniel knows two things:

first, that meeting you fifteen years ago was one of the best things to happen to him

and second, that the many years ahead will be that much sweeter with you by his side.

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idk if u know my love daehyun from BAP but daniel is his dongsaeng so as ur friend requesting a fic w y/n as daehyun's sister and he introduces u to daniel (if u can HAHA)

[thank you for bringing this prompt into my life because writing this was a delight! huhu i’m cry daniel is the most precious. also i have a follow-up post in the works!! hehe]

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pairing: kang daniel x reader (childhood friends au)genre: fluffsummary: It all starts with a tree, a beetle, and a bug-hating Kang Daniel.

one | two

when you were little, your brother daehyun always played with this boy your age

all you knew about him was that daehyun called him ‘niel-ah’ and he was afraid of bugs

on the first day of grade school, your brother brings you to the classroom and a small boy with a bunny smile runs up to the two of you

“who’s this, daehyun-hyung?” he says, and you pout, pushing him

“he’s my big brother, not yours!”

eventually you and daniel become friends when he gets stuck in a tree and can’t come down because there’s a beetle on the trunk

“come on, Y/N, please!”

and you stick your tongue out at him for a good minute

but you can see the tears welling up in his eyes and you want to see his cute bunny smile again

so you take the beetle and place it on a nearby bush

he comes down and hugs you really tight, and you decide that maybe he’s okay

daniel has the best snacks

he’s also friends with all the school cats and kittens

everyone’s always crowding around him, especially the girls and boys from the higher grades

and you’re okay with that because it gives you time to read, which you can’t do when daniel’s there

“what’s happening now, Y/N? who’s winning?”

he’s a bit of a slow reader, at least compared to you, and you do want peace and quiet sometimes

besides, you know that his time after school is reserved for your adventures with daehyun

and the three of you run around, watch cartoons together, and eat all the ice cream in the fridge

at some point in fourth grade, though, boys and girls start to split into groups, and daniel starts to hang out with other people even after classes

you’re tempted to tell your brother about it but you feel like it won’t make much of a difference

you have a good cry about it one night because you’ve lost your best friend somehow

but after that seeing daniel doesn’t make you angry anymore, just a little bit sad

the other girls ask you about him often, and all you do in response is shrug

“we used to play together when we were kids, i guess, but I don’t really know him”

the next time you really get to talk is when daehyun graduates middle school

there’s a going-away dinner at your house because your brother will be dorming at the performing arts high school he’s attending  

and daniel keeps glancing over at you

you smile blankly at him once or twice but you’ve gotten so used to not talking to him

before he and his family leave, he pulls you aside and tells you that he’s going to the same middle school

and you pretend to look annoyed but inside you’re a little happy because maybe you’ll be friends again

daniel sees how your eyes light up and he grins widely

“i promise we’ll hang out every day,” he says, holding a pinky out

you make a face, not really believing him, but you grasp his pinky with your own anyway

but daniel keeps his promises and you see each other every day, even if it’s just during your walk home together

he always slings his arm around you and it makes your heart skip a beat

when you’re studying together and need to concentrate, you bite your lip, not catching how daniel stares at you

neither of you really has enemies, so no one teases you, but everyone thinks you’re together

on valentine’s day in your ninth grade, right when the school year’s about to end, you decide to get him a gift

you’re at home about to deliver it when he doorbells, holding out exactly the same thing

a valentine’s edition of the gummy snacks the two of you always eat

you’re both grinning like idiots and you pull his shirt so you can give him a kiss on the cheek

“i—“ the both of you start, and you gesture for daniel to go first

‘i like you,’ you expect him to say because that’s what was supposed to come out of your mouth

but he frowns, looking down

“i’m leaving”

and that’s when it all spills out of him

daniel’s going to the same performing arts high school your brother studied at

he applied in secret at the start of the year and didn’t think he’d get in, but he’s on full scholarship

and everyone knew about it except you

and you’re smiling at him but there are tears streaming down your cheeks

“c-congrats,” you say, still smiling, “i have to go”

throughout his first year he keeps trying to visit you, but you don’t really want to see him

it’s unfair to him but you feel like you were left behind, especially because he left you in the dark till the last minute

when your brother’s home, he and daniel spend time together, dancing and singing in his room, and you feel your heart ache

at some point he stops dropping by and though you miss him, you feel a sort of peace

you miss him from time to time but you know your paths are unlikely to intersect, and it’s better if you stop thinking about him

when university application season starts, you apply to a prestigious university in seoul, excited for the opportunity to see a bigger world

you’re accepted, and daehyun swings you around the room proudly when you find out

daehyun brings you to seoul and helps you decorate your dorm room, making sure it’s a little piece of home you can return to

he drops you off at the university on your first day, reminding you not to forget about him and to call him every week

you enter your first classroom for a general math class, taking a seat beside a sleeping boy with peach-coloured hair

when the professor enters, you try to shake him awake

he starts to sleep-talk and you blanch because you would know that voice anywhere

the boy lifts his head up, and here he is, with the same bright smile

“daniel?”