They share the same selfish desire to feel wanted, and that’s why they always end up like this.
His head is in James’ lap, languid limbs outstretched in opulence and repose. His hair cascades across his thighs, strands of black against beige as deliberate and captivating as a painting covered with the strokes of someone in love with the canvas.
The warmth against the nape of his neck, the sense of ease that his presence brings, makes him melt until he pools into a sense of serenity that not even the harshest force could disturb.
And maybe it’s too self-serving, too thoughtless, but that’s what he does best.
“I could stay like this forever.” The words pass his lips as a murmur, insignificant rumbles that meld with the low hum of the record that spins behind them. “It’s nice pretending we don’t have a care in the world even if it’s only for a short while, don’t you think?”
Jaehyun groans as he forces herself to sit upright, heavy-lidded eyes full of the fatigue that fills him. He lounges listlessly, his weight held up by his palms, carpet digging into the skin and leaving temporary traces of its pattern.
“Reminds me of that Snow Patrol song.” His hands slide past the trim of his pocket, grabbing at the pack of cigarettes that digs into his thigh. Fingertips idly brush against the smooth cardboard, flipping the top open and grabbing at the contents greedily. “You know, ‘If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?’“
His thumb flicks at the lighter, eyes closing instinctively to avoid the harsh sting of the smoke as it drifts upward and swirls in the air.
“That song fucking sucks.”