Like a slow ascending domino lined up and waiting to be toppled, his smile unravels. It takes the place of the wince that contoured his face , now lighting up his features, softening them. His smiling eyes wrinkle around the corner as it always did around Bongchul, aka the best best friend who he loved to hate. But if anything were to happen to the male, Daewon knew and could admit with utter absolution he’d come running, similar as he did then. ‘Course, this incident was unintentional, Daewon simply wanted a drink to calm his nerves. Never did he expect to find his friend in this predicament, he can sense too, the ache that oozes out from the other. But he dares not address it, the fear of something actually being wrong scares him more than he’d like to say.
The affection is evident in the way Daewon brings up his own hand, caressing the smaller ones into his palms. Tender, loving, all things Daewon possesses and shows in the presence of the one he would do anything for. “Hmm”, the mumbling inconsistency of words unformed shoots out. There’s no unease in their stance, even if they were always at each others throat when given the chance. “Bongbong”, he quips back after some silence, knowing how much the other loathed the nickname.
He moves to accommodate his best friends movement, inwardly rolling an eye at his antics. The dramatics still lacing his body. “You,” he begins, failing to hold back the small chuckle that escapes. “Are so dramatic.” His right arm reaches to hold Bongchuls waist, carefree and unbothered. The stares from other patrons of the bar doesn’t phase Daewon in his actions one bit.
The clicking of tongue is the only sound heard as Daewon ponders how honest he should be. It was not his intention or in his foreseeable future that he’d run into Bonchul. All he wanted was some time to unwind from the pressures that his job and parents provided, specifically his mother. However, he never wanted to be a bother to his friend so he kept the pretenses up and acted though the stress that weighted him down was only a small pebble and not the aching boulder he felt. “ I just came for a drink. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
( ‘My day was too long,’ ) He catches the exhaustion in the admittance, alarm bells ringing in his brain. “You okay aren’t you?” He cant hide the concern wrapped around the words when its spoken, but he tries to be hopeful, squeezing the waist of the other ever so softly.
…━━━ ╯ the ‘bongbong’ is almost like an axe through wood to cut through his haze but, only as much as ringing a gong echoes and the sound fades. he smacks lightly at the broad chest but it’s not followed up by the long string of complaints or backlash as usual.
okay maybe, just maybe, his best friend isn’t wrong or anything. but bongchul can’t stop the small snort. “so what, and you’re dumb.”
he pulls back from the embrace, arm still slung around daewon’s shoulders as he gazes up, vision blurry but, he frowns to focus. “but you’re still happy to see me right?” he smiles.
too long has their friendship been either sarcasm and banter and quips, why did he always have to be drunk to act like this? he should really be more kind to daewon (these are drunken thoughts and probably will be disregarded when he’s sober again) ((but they’re nice to think of now, with an arm wrapped around his sturdy, reliable, beloved best friend))
“why did i think it was okay to become a cop?” he muses when daewon asks the question, sliding his fingers into his hair to shuffle through his hair. his eyes catch his uniform, still on though barely (unbuttoned and in a disarray) and he feels the impact of guilt slam into him again. the reason he’d tried to get himself blackout drunk in the first place. “oh-- right, because my dad.” another sour thought, “daewon,” uncharacteristically serious word choice and tone of voice, specifically for being drunk, “is it stupid to pick a career to make someone else happy?”
his father, laying in bed right now likely, memories fading away, quality of life deteriorating every day. if bongchul didn’t do something grand with his life soon, he’d miss his window: his change to make his family proud of him. he sighs, palm slipping up and down daewon’s back as if his friend was the one who needed to be consoled.
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