#himdaelo

[bapdirt]

Heya ☺️ could you write himdaelo + snuggles. Thank you 😘

The code to Daehyun’s apartment doesn’t hold any significance, not a family members’ birthday or the day they released an album, or anything like that. Himchan punches the numbers in, gets inside, takes off his shoes and his coat. He feels his way towards the bedroom in the dark.

Ganji’s fur is stark against the dark comforter at the foot of Daehyun’s bed, the TV on the wall making the shadows dance. Himchan scratches behind Ganji’s ear as he tries to make out who’s who on the bed.

“He’s been asleep since you hung up the phone,” Junhong mutters, shifts so Himchan can see where he’s got a leg hooked around Daehyun’s hip under the blanket, his head on his chest.

Himchan sheds his shirt and pants, and climbs up on the bed, gracelessly, and tucks himself under the covers. Daehyun groans when he feels cold feet against his leg, almost rolling away if Junhong wasn’t half on top of him, and Himchan opts for pushing his bangs away from his forehead and soothing the irritated wrinkle between his brows.

“I haven’t finished watching this drama yet. Daehyun hyung said it wasn’t going to drag, but now look,” Junhong says under his breath, lidded eyes on the television.

“I’ll finish watching it with you,” Himchan shrugs, though he’s hoping Junhong will nod off before then, looks like he needs it.

Daehyun snorts, chokes, coughs and turns towards Himchan, dislodging Junhong effectively.

“Come over here, I’ll move him towards the wall.”

Himchan gets a knee to the stomach as Junhong climbs over them and Daehyun fusses, half-asleep when he’s pushed over, cracking one eye open to glare at Himchan before grunting, and shuffling closer.

Junhong gets one of his legs locked between his and snakes his arms around Himchan’s own, face in his neck. He should’ve turned the TV off and closed the door, at least the television is set to turn off after sometime.

“G’night, hyung,” Junhong mumbles.

Himchan swallows and watches the shadows morph and shift on the ceiling, getting drowsy, feeling Junhong’s heart beating steadily against his arm and Daehyun’s breath against his neck.

His days are inconsistent, but his nights consist of this in variations.

[mybutterflyfact]

HimDaeLo singing loud... 😂

[bapdirt]

himdaelo + ocean pretty please and thank you 😘

Junhong likes the deep end of pools. Some of them range from six to eight feet depending on the hotels they stay in. He’ll tippy-toe until he can’t touch the bottom without having to dive under.

The eight foot pools are the best, he can stretch his legs out as far as he wants, knowing his toes won’t be able to skim the bottom.

A reminder that there are things bigger than him out there. Each pool has its limit, though.

//

They meet at the shoreline. A spontaneous trip to Busan before the big storm hits. Daehyun went off to meet up with his family and Himchan with some friends. Junhong walked around a few stores and found nothing, bored with new clothes and shoes and jewelry he’d lose in his room within a month.

He text them to say he’d be waiting for them by the shore, whenever they’d make it back to him.

Seafoam meets the tips of his shoes in greeting, dark waters and sand an odd shade of yellow. This summer didn’t last long and he didn’t get to swim much, definitely not at the beach.

Wind whips his hair around and grey clouds roll in, a few girls shriek when a clap of thunder sounds off.

“Junhongie!”

He turns to see Daehyun jogging excitedly towards him, a full smile plastered on his face, hair swept back by the wind, and dragging Himchan by the hand. Junhong can’t help but return a smile and amble towards them.

“It’s freezing and you’ve only got a sweatshirt on,” Himchan complains when he gets close enough to touch him, greeting with a firm hand running through his messy hair and down his neck.

Junhong doesn’t shy away from the touch or his gaze. Daehyun puts his warm hands to his face, thumbing under his eye and across his mouth.

“Are you hungry, did you get to eat while walking around? Or find anything you wanted?” Himchan asks softly.

Junhong shakes his head, one ear trained on the raging sea and the ‘shush’ of the waves crawling across the sand. He doesn’t want to walk away from here just yet. Only needs a few more seconds of the smell of sea salt and the incoming storm, the restless waves trying to lure him in.

Daehyun brings him down so their foreheads touch, an almost-laugh sputtering out of him like he understands.

“Let us get you some food and then we’ll go back to the hotel. You’ve been out here awhile,” Himchan tells him.

Junhong shoves his hands in his pocket and agrees, not up for too much talking. Daehyun loops an arm around his shoulders and marches them forward, Himchan’s hand on his lower back, hot and real and pulling him out of the stupor the weather has put him in. How insignificant the raging sea made him feel for just a minute.

There are bigger things out there. Like Daehyun yelling over the wind and Himchan’s snorting laughter.

[thediebutterfly]

LOOK! SHENANIGANS! AND BALLOONS! ^^ 

{ Cr./ NINI-Swag28 }

[mybutterflyfact]

somebody pls save him