Dance Dance Dance // Juric (TBZ)

27th

 Next morning was really awkward for both boys. None of them wanted to talk about anything, and especially not what happened yesterday. Since it was a Sunday, they both could spend their time in their pj's, just pacing around. Eric decided to make pancakes for the two of them, and Juyeon was entranced by the delicious smell. What he didn't expect was how his hearts made somersaults when he saw Eric just standing there, cooking, wearing shorts and a very large t-shirts, his hair messy and his face obviously tired. Juyeon cracked a smile and walked up to him.

"H-hey Eric." Juyeon said softly, but still startling the youngest boy. "O-oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." He turned around and smiled at Juyeon. "I made pancakes. Even though you can probably tell." He laughed awkwardly and scratched his neck.

"Thank you a lot Eric, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to, I quite like cooking, and cleaning. I am basically a housewife." He chuckled a bit and turned the stove off. "Are you hangover? Do you need something for your head?"

"No, I'm okay thanks. I actually didn't drink that much." He grabbed the plate of pancakes to set it on the table. "Do you want me to make coffee?"

"Oh, that would be adorable, thank you Juyeon!" Eric smiled as he prepared all the toppings possible for pancakes.

He watched over his shoulder as Juyeon was making coffee. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel anything for Juyeon. He had a lot of time to think during the night, and was pretty sure about what he felt towards Juyeon. But he also decided that he wouldn't make the first step towards him, given that he was just out of a toxic relationship, and probably needed some time to himself, which Eric completely understood.

"Eric? Are you okay?" Juyeon's voice brought him back to earth. "You seem out of it today."

"Probably tired, that's all." He smiled and sat next to Juyeon at the table. "Now eat up, don't let them cool down."

They both grew silent again and ate for a moment. Once finished, they did the dishes together, but the tension was slowly growing again. They didn't talk anymore, and being so close to Juyeon made Eric's skin tingle. He was about to escape to go take a shower, and empty his head, but he felt a hand on his wrist. He turned around, and like in any cliché movie, Juyeon was there, his face close to him.

"I'm sorry in advance, hit me if you want to."

And with just that, he pressed his lips against Eric's, without another word.