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Doyoung checked his watch as he stepped out of the university building, Yuta right next to him, looking up at the dark sky.
"When did it get so dark?" It's weird to hear his rough voice breaking the silence of the night. Doyoung's gaze fell on the time on his watch, shortly after 11 p.m. - much later than he had expected.
"It took us far too long to finish this project." he muttered as he ran his hands through his hair, feeling a shiver going through him when the cold air hit him. "We should go home, Jaehyun and Taeyong are probably waiting for us." At these words he fished out his phone from his pocket, which he had been ignoring for hours. 2 calls and 7 messages from Taeyong. The last call less than an hour ago.
And Yuta didn't seem to have it any better, "Jaehyun called 3 times and asked when I'll be home." he lovingly rolled his eyes, a smile visible on his face.
“You win this time," laughs Doyoung. "Taeyong only called twice."
They'd been in the library for hours, which wasn’t anything unusual for the two of them, because they often forgot the time once they started to study. It got worse the closer they got to the Finals, both of them desperate to graduate with excellent grades - neither Yuta nor Doyoung are people who could be satisfied with bad or mediocre grades. Against the assumptions of others, the two weren’t caught in a strange competition, instead they helped each other, and have become a really good team over time.
The cold air hit Doyoung in the face again, tearing him from his thoughts. His gaze shifted back to his phone screen, Taeyongs messages open.
Friday, 4:15
"I know you're out with Yuta, but please don't overwork your pretty brain and don't come home too late."
Doyoung grimaced at the message, pretty sure that near midnight was definitely considered "too late".
Friday, 6:15
"Do we still have sweet potatoes?"
No, you ate them all 1 day after you bought new ones, thought Doyoung.
Friday, 6:30
"We don't have any sweet potatoes, doie!! What do I eat? Or should I go and buy some?"
He could imagine Taeyong running through the apartment to find his sweet potatoes and then throwing himself on the sofa because he couldn't find any. He probably sat there for less than 3 minutes before jumping up to get some. Truly a whirlwind.
Friday, 6:35
"I'm gonna buy some."
It took him 5 minutes, two more than Doyoung gave him.
Friday, 7:30
"I couldn't find any!! someone bought them all, what do i do?"
He probably wrote that with his pouty face, eyes as big as marbles. Doyoung would never admit it (he doesn't need to, because everyone else feels the same way) but as soon as Taeyong looks at him with those pouty lips and big marble eyes, he'd do everything for him. No matter what he would ask of him.
Friday, 8:15
"I'm hungry!! should i wait for you so we can order together?"
That was the point at which Taeyong slowly began to worry, getting angry and he let Doyoung know by telling him he would be waiting for him.
Friday, 10:45
"I ordered food, please come home. I miss you."
Doyoung doesn't know if he was still worried about him or if he was getting angry. Taeyong knew him like no other, he also knew Yuta far too well and knew how the two of them got when they had any projects or exams coming up. But Doyoung promised him every time that it would get better - Just this morning,before Doyoung put his phone aside, Taeyong had called and they had talked about it. Doyoung had explained to him how important the project was, not only for his literature professor but also for him, and he had asked him what was so special about this project.
“I just don’t understand how it's so important, we have projects every week, what's so special about this one?” His voice was desperate, even a bit annoyed.
“It’s our final project. Yuta and I need a good grade and we decided on the analysis of “Demian” by Hermann Hesse.” he explained, hoping the other would understand.
“How can a book analysis take so long, Doie.” now he whined, pout visible on his face - and he didn't have to see him to know that.
“Because we have to find translations, there are a lot of bad translations going around and we're trying to analyse them in context to the original. Don’t be angry, I’ll be home before you go to bed.” assurance.
“promise?” just a whisper.
“I promise.” just as audible.
Taeyong believed his promise, like he always did and Doyoung feels horrible. He tried, every time Taeyong assured him that it was okay, but it never got better and it was never okay either. They were both naive to believe the other.
"On a scale from one to ten, how bad will it be when we get home?" Yuta interrupts his thoughts, also with a glance at its display, eyebrows furrowed.
"A solid 10 if i don't get Taeyong his sweet potato chips, what about you?" His gaze focused on Yuta, whose long black hair was tied in a pigtail, hands tucked into his oversized sweater (probably Jaehyuns). Yuta's face screwed up at his answer, not out of pity but as if he knew exactly what Doyoung was expecting.
"A 10 sounds plausible. Jaehyun doesn't need sweet potatoes, but his favorite chips will do." They laughed softly before heading towards the little 24 hour shop next to the university.
They were just two young men, future-oriented and ambitious, but still too young to live with back problems. Back problems that they would definitely get if they had to spend the next few nights on the sofa. Because as ambitious and future-oriented they were, their boyfriends were really good at arguing (Taeyong’s not really good, but Doyoung lets him win anyways; Jaehyun’s a different story) and ignoring (both of them are unsurprisingly good at this), which always leads to them sleeping on the couch. They would be angry, if their boyfriends had no reason for it, but they do, which brought them back into this situation.
they were two young men with a problem. A big problem or maybe two problems.
- The shop has neither Taeyong's beloved sweet potatoes nor Jaehyun's favorite chips.
- It's near midnight and there are only a few shops nearby that are still open and the later the two of them come home, the angrier their other halves get.
"We're fucked." muttered Yuta under his breath as he collapsed into the passenger seat of Doyoung's car. Doyoung would love to contradict him, he really would, but he had to agree "yes, we are”. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Doyoung turned to him "So how many shops around here are open 24 hours?" which made Yuta look at him incredulously, gaze shifting from him towards his phone where he started to search for more shops that could be open.
The answer was - enough.
And the two definitely had enough. Driving around the city after midnight might be therapeutic and calming most of the time, but not when you’re tired, your boyfriend is waiting for you at home and there's not one shop that sells the things you need for said boyfriend. One shop door after another slammed shut behind them, the bells ringing loudly in the otherwise quiet night. Yuta was more asleep than he was awake and Doyoung doesn't feel much better either when they came to a stand in front of a small shop with a terrible orange door. It was shortly before 1 am, the streets had been swept empty, only now and then a lonely car drove by. The shop they were standing in front of was smaller than the previous ones, a neon sign with the words "Open" embossed in the middle of the (still terrible orange) door as the two of them stepped in.
"If we don't find them here, I'll sleep on the couch." was all Yuta said when the warmth of the shop engulfed them and the boy behind the counter gave them a simple look before turning back to the magazine he was reading. There were only a few shelves inside, most of them filled with instant noodles or ramen which made Doyoung's hope slowly fading as he pushed his way through the narrow aisles. In his mind, he was already figuring out whether he could afford a professional massage after the night on the couch or not, when he heard Yuta calling out his name. Doyoung winced slightly, although Yuta probably hadn't even screamed loudly, but in a shop as small and quiet as this one, every sound, no matter how quiet, seemed louder than usual.
"Doyoung!" As he walked around the corner, confusion visible on his face, he spotted Yuta, holding both Jaehyun's chips and Taeyong's sweet potatoes in his hand, wearing the biggest grin. Doyoung couldn't help but let out a loud sigh before hugging him tightly.
"Nakamoto, you are a real hero and if I wasn't deeply in love with Taeyong, I would marry you right away." laughing with each other felt incredible after a stressful day like this one, even the distraught looks from the cashier couldn't dampen their mood as they walked out of the shop giggling like two schoolboys.
“Let’s go home, I'm tired as hell.”
Stepping into his and Taeyong’s flat and being engulfed by their mixed scents made him stumble for a second, just a moment for him to lean against the door, breathing calmly. After that he quickly stowed Taeyong's beloved chips in the kitchen, quietly crept into the bathroom to get ready before entering their bedroom. He found Taeyong, comfortable in one of his sweaters snuggled under his blanket in their shared bed. Doyoung's gaze wandered over him, unable to contain a smile, the sweater he was wearing was a clear sign that he had missed him, making Doyoungs chest tighten.
“I’m sorry, my love.” whispered into the darkness.
He stopped in front of the bed before lying down next to him, looking at Taeyong one last time. The way he snuggled himself under the covers, how small he looked under them made Doyoung's heart beat faster, as if he tried to protect himself from the world. His Taeyong.
Morning comes gently, sunlight falling through the curtains and a warm body pressed against him. As soon as Doyoung opened his eyes, brown galaxy-filled eyes met his, staring at him as sweetly as honey. Taeyong lies with his torso on his chest while his hands run through Doyoung's hair. Quietly, with loving stares and soft touches. No matter how much he wished this moment would never end, he knew he had to apologize for yesterday.
“I’m sorry, Tae.” he could feel Taeyong move, just barely, letting him know that he’ll listen to whatever Doyoung has to say. “We had this big project and just lost track of time.”
“Like you always do…” it was a soft whisper and Doyoung wasn't sure if it was intended for his ears at all, but now he had heard it and the guilt lies heavy in his stomach. In one quick movement he changed the position of the two, caging Taeyong under him, his arms and legs on each side of his body. He was met by Taeyongs eyes, holding the expression of a kicked puppy.
Voice dropped to a low whisper as his breath ghosted against his lips “Tell me, love, what can I do to make you forgive me?” eyes never leaving Taeyongs face. “Maybe I should-” he didn't finish, only started leaving soft kisses all over Taeyongs face. His forehead, where Doyoung loves to kiss him before they settle on the couch to watch a movie, his checks, that he absolutely adores because they so easily change their color. The tip of his nose, scrunching whenever he laughs or sees something funny and his eyes, one kiss on each eyelid, that shine so beautifully and childlike whenever he sees something he loves or when he looks at Doyoung. Taeyongs finger reaches for his face, cupping his cheeks gently and warm between his hands, as his thumb strokes his face. Doyoung bends back a little so that he could look at Taeyong, watching him, but Taeyong makes a dissatisfied loud while his hands wander from his face to his neck to pull him closer again. “Don’t you dare move away from me.” a warning he had absolutely nothing to say against. Doyoung chuckled lightly, looking down at the man he loves and in whose eyes he sees his future. Without wasting another thought, he leaned down, let his breath slide over Taeyong's face for a moment before their lips met. Their lips fit perfectly together - first in a tender kiss, that allows Doyoung to really apologize, and then in a fierce one, lips roughly meeting each other with open mouths, tongues fighting with each other - but it was Doyoung, it is always Doyoung who wins. Taeyong melts in his arms, overwhelmed by all the emotions as he tried to steady himself by holding onto Doyoung’s neck, his arms, shoulders - anything. If you asked him what his favorite moments with Taeyong were, those moments are definitely part of it. He always tries to be there for everyone, he’s working, studies and above all he is a people pleaser, but in moments like this, he’s at Doyoung's mercy, unable to take control so he’s just letting go. And seeing Taeyong letting go is the most beautiful sight.
“Doie, please.” rough voice, breathless.
“Everything you want, baby.” and it's true, he would give Taeyong everything, he just has to ask for it.
With one last kiss on his lips, Doyoung lets go of Taeyong's face, slowly strokes his side with his hands, watching a lustful shimmer spread in Taeyong's eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” kisses down his neck, followed by his breathless moans as Doyoung began to bite and suck near his shoulder. “I love the way you sound, so breathless just for me.” A louder moan followed, leading Doyoung to continue his journal along Taeyongs body. “I absolutely love how you look in my sweater, so cuddly, makes me want to protect you but I know you look even better without it.” it's not a question, but a demand. Seconds later his sweater was gone and Doyoung had the perfect view of Taeyong's chest. “My beautiful beautiful baby.” he lowered himself with each word, till he was face to face with the others, collarbones. Leaving a red trail of kisses along his body, some deeper, some lighter but surely everyone that’ll look at Taeyongs body in the next few days, will know exactly where his lips have traveled.
When he got to his navel he paused for a moment, letting his gaze wander up to Taeyong's face, who was already watching him with dark eyes. Taeyongs fingers find their way into his hair, briefly running them through it, sending a chill down Doyoung’s spine. “Doie,” a broken whisper, “my Doie.” nearly inaudible if all his attention hadn't been on him. Suddenly he was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss Taeyong, his eyes alone driving him crazy. He quickly pushed himself up on his elbows until they were chest to chest again, feeling the warmth of the other as their lips melted together in yet another kiss. Taeyong's warmth and tender touch wander from his face, to his neck down to his chest, where his hands find their aim/destination. “Your heart,” muttered between ruthless kisses, “it beats so fast.” Doyoung couldn't help the warmth spreading in his chest and the laugh escaping his throat, “For you, only for you.”
They fell back into their messy sheets, sweat glistening on both their bodies. Doyoung’s Arm was loosely wrapped around Taeyong’s waist, legs intertwined, and Taeyong’s head nuzzled in his neck. Warm, comfortable.
“Did you finish your project?” his soft voice broke the silence, as he switched positions, pressing his ear to Doyoung’s chest. It was one of Taeyong’s many habits, but for some reason he loved the sound of his heartbeat, claiming their hearts beat in unison. A smile spread over his face as he watched Taeyong getting comfortable again.
“Yes, we did. It was a lot but somehow we managed.” he mumbles, softly.
“I don't like it when you stay out so late, it’s lonely without you here.” Although Taeyong was a very open and honest person, it wasn't often that he addressed his concerns so openly - especially when it came to Doyoung's studies - for fear that he would not take it well.
He found it difficult to come up with an answer that would please Taeyong without lying. They both knew he would do it again, far too engrossed in studying to realize how time flies, but then he remembered the real reason they were out so long - the goddamn chips. “We weren't studying the whole time, you know?” he started, watching Taeyong curiously. “I saw your message when we came out of the library, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get my loved one his favorite food?” His giggle turned into a full laugh as Taeyong jumped up - as if he was stung by something - still without any clothes on and ran out of the room. "In the kitchen, top drawer." Doyoung called after him, amused. When a loud cry of joy echoed through the apartment, he knew that all the effort had been worth it.
Minutes later, Doyoung peeled himself off the covers, looked at them for a moment, knowing that they had to re-cover their bed, before he also headed for the kitchen. The picture that awaited him there made his heart warm. Taeyong was sitting on one of the chairs, in one of Doyoung's many hoodies that were scattered around the apartment, his hair messed up, red spots on his neck and thighs, but it all seemed so unimportant when he watched him as he munched his sweet potatoes with a broad smile on his face. This picture will forever be engraved in Doyoung's memory.
With two steps he was at Taeyong's side, who looked up to him with his big galaxy-filled eyes, and Doyoung couldn't help but bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” whispered between gentle kisses (that obviously tastes like sweet potatoes).