my heart is a secret that's already spilled || junhyuk×douhyun

Intro

"You look fine."

Junhyuk pushed back the stray hairs that insisted on falling in front of his eyes as he stared down his reflection in the mirror.

They were in his room, at what Junhyuk considered to be ass o'clock in the morning. Despite it being cloudy outside, the rays of the sun blinded him through his window.

"Or at least it's nothing I couldn't fix," Dongpyo said, standing between Junhyuk and the mirror to button up the 5th shirt he'd tried on that morning.

Yeah, he was definitely nervous. Dongpyo had already told him twice to stand still, and he was beginning to think that he'd overestimated his own self-esteem.

He'd woken up feeling like shit, and the cold shower he ended up forcing himself into hadn't had the effect he was hoping for. If he was lucky, maybe he'd get through the day with only mild disturbances.

"We can go with this one," Dongpyo said with a quick smile that reached his eyes. Junhyuk didn't know how he had the energy for all of his positivity at this time in the morning, "What do you think?"

Honestly, it looked just like the other 4 shirts he tried on: dull, and vaguely reminiscent of his high school geography teacher who always gave his class more homework than the others.

"Good," Junhyuk lied, and he swore he heard Dongpyo giggle as he made his way over to the opposite side of the room.

Junhyuk took another glance at the mirror, and practiced a smile. Though, he was pretty sure that he would have more important matters than a smile on his mind in an hour or two.

Dongpyo returned with a necktie, which he gave to Junhyuk with the trust that he knew how to tie it himself (which, of course, he did, having spent hours being taught how to by his mother when he first got to high school), before scurrying off to find him a jacket and a pair of shoes.

He was a life saver, what would Junhyuk do without Dongpyo?

Perhaps, he would have slept in and missed it--maybe even intentionally--if it hadn't been for Dongpyo storming into his apartment to drag him up.

Once he was fully dressed with his hair dried and combed, he tumbled out of his room and sat at the island in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of orange juice. He reluctantly took the piece of toast that Dongpyo offered him.

"You know that I get nauseous if I eat when I'm stressed," Junhyuk complained, taking a bite of the toast nonetheless.

"Stop stressing, nothing's going to happen if you get rejected," Dongpyo said, stealing a tangerine from the fruit bowl. He lifted himself up to sit on the counter, swinging his legs like a toddler would as he began to peel off the skin from the fruit.

"But then I have to find someone else, I'm not ready for that," Junhyuk argued as he threw the remainder of his toast in the bin, to which Dongpyo frowned.

"Sure you are- hey, you'll be hungry later," Dongpyo said, pushing himself off the counter as he took another tangerine from the fruit bowl and stuffed it in Junhyuk's pocket, "and besides, you don't have to do any searching. I could always get you a recommendation, remember." He said it with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and Junhyuk sighed in response.

"Sure."

He went to the door, and Dongpyo tossed him his black satchel, which Junhyuk almost dropped when he caught it.

"Thanks, Dongpyo," Junhyuk said on his way out.

"It's about damn time I got a thank you around here," Dongpyo complained loudly, "Also, good luck."