Diamond Heart | Hyunbinchan

Chapter 2

Chan sleeps well. He doesn't expect to, not when sleep so often evades him, but the sound of Hyunjin breathing next to him, the sound of the city that's so much louder in Hyunjin's house than at his apartment, it lulls Chan into a deep slumber.

Maybe it's even the oversized hoodie, the pleasant ache between his legs and the remnants of his orgasm, the memory of Hyunjin's hands on him, Hyunjin's mouth on his.

Chan doesn't allow himself to want anything but physical pleasure, and tonight he sleeps deeply and doesn't dream.

It's light that wakes him, spring sun falling through the old windows and mismatched curtains.

He stretches, and he's alone in bed so he takes his time waking up. His body is still tingling pleasantly, his ass sore – but he likes it. He's warm, the bed smells like sex and like Hyunjin, and the quiet splatter of a running shower fills the room along with the sounds of the city.

Sitting up, he looks around. In the morning light he notices just how many plants Hyunjin owns. There's tiny trees under the windows, leafy plants, succulents and cacti, some blooming things – nothing that Chan knows. They're very pretty though, and even the old, flower patterned couch has a homey vibe.

The home is really just one room, with the bed against the wall, a wardrobe next to it with Hyunjin's clothes scattered around, the couch, the table, some chairs, and the kitchen against the wall. A sink, a fridge, a stove and a microwave, and cupboards without doors and mismatched tableware. Chan kind of loves it.

One of the windows is open, and a warm breeze hits Chan's legs as he stands. He makes the bed, shaking out the blanket and pillows. He finds his phone in the pocket of his discarded pants and sits back on the bed, opting to wait for Hyunjin to finish his shower and to either tell him to get out or... well, Chan would like to offer to buy him breakfast. Or something.

His phone lights up with a message, so Chan dares to look at his emails. Most of it can wait, at least until Monday – though Chan will probably do it tomorrow. He's never quite figured out how not to work on weekends. Changbin asks him to meet up for brunch or lunch or whatever Chan feels like when he wakes up, so Chan sends him a quick yes and then goes to look for his socks.

He doesn't notice the shower stop, so when Hyunjin steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel low around his hips, Chan is taken by surprise. He's in the middle of dressing, he forgets how socks work, and the second sock falls from his toes to the floor.

Hyunjin is beautiful, water drops on his light brown skin reflect the warm morning sun, and his hair is wet and inky with the water. His eyebrows really are perfect. He's smiling too, and maybe the sun needs to step up its game because it has competition now.

Hyunjin smiles, shyly bringing his hand to rub his neck but all it does is bring Chan's attention to Hyunjin's very nice arms.

"Good morning," Hyunjin says. "Do you want breakfast? I have rice, my grandmother's kimchi, and I can fry us some eggs."

"Yeah, please," Chan says when he remembers how language works.

Hyunjin blushes and finds clothes to wear – a sleeveless, loose shirt, and simple sweatpants, and Chan barely remembers to politely turn his eyes away. His eyes end up on the nightstand, where Hyunjin put the half empty bottle of lube and his tie and his waist chains. Next to them is a framed photo of a very small, cute dog.

"How old are you?" Hyunjin asks when he's done dressing.

"Twenty three," Chan says, distracted by the cute puppy, "is that your dog?"

"Oh my god," Hyunjin groans. "I'm twenty one. Could you not have said? The way I just... talked to you, like that, last night."

Chan looks at Hyunjin to find him with his head behind his hands, embarrassed and blushing. "Oh, um. I don't mind. I grew up in Australia, so even though I've lived here for a decade, I didn't even think about asking if you're older or younger than me. I was... occupied. I'm sorry."