alluring

☆.｡. haruyoung

a brief note before you start reading - this one-shot is set in the web drama "the mysterious class" ( 남고괴담 ) reality. the scene described in this one-shot appeared to me after watching the final episode, so the original plot of the drama was an inspiration but the story itself differs from the actual action. i recommend you to watch the web drama before getting into the story < 3 thank u for paying attention to this note, nevertheless, i hope you will enjoy reading ! //

doyoung lost his dearest friend

he was afraid. afraid that whatever he does now, won't be able to mend what had been deteriorating for a long time and now reached the state of unchangeable devastation. as haruto's silhouette started forming its shape, once his hues from transparent got coloured and once every pair of eyes landed on his figure, doyoung couldn't stem the urge to act anymore. he moved before thinking and so unbeknownst to him, the boy found himself swiftly passing by the teacher, ignoring his burning gaze utterly, standing face to face with the friend he used to call the dearest.

countless words wanted to be let out of his mouth. he had to purse them tight not to turn into a mess of incoherent mutters, muffled screams and desperate whispers. he was too ashamed to look into haruto's eyes. the eyes that he remembered used to remind him of the deep darkness in which you can wallow without fear. this darkness was unfathomable but so alluring, admirable, simultaneously amiable and safe.

whenever their gaze met, the other would beam, making his eyes shrink adoringly. flickering twinkles would ignite inside two orbits, causing doyoung to lose a breath for several seconds. haruto's beauty was enviable, ethereal and dangerous. the weak class president fell for him the moment the other asked if there was anything he could help with on the first day of doyoung's duty. although until this moment he kept his genuine feelings towards the other locked inside, not opening the cage for a period lasting longer than several seconds.

these several seconds happened only once. at night, when they decided to study late for the first time. the midnight has approached some minutes ago. the nightstand light was still on, immersing the whole room in the dim, milky shade. two boys were sitting by the desk in haruto's room. only two of them, for at that time haruto had no roommate.

no jaehyuk to interfere, no jaehyuk to disturb them, no jaehyuk to enchant haruto with his sweet talk, no jaehyuk to push doyoung away and, maybe unintentionally, no jaehyuk to make them let go of each other's hold, letting turn different directions. doyoung wasn't jealous. he was bloody envious.

when jaehyuk firstly appeared in front of haruto and shook hands with him to greet his future roommate, doyoung could feel it. jaehyuk looked at haruto this way, smiling sweetly, putting his other palm on the top of haruto's which was already in his hold. doyoung at that time was watching the first encounter from a safe distance, where no one could see how his brows furrowed, displaying worried wrinkles on his forehead, or how he clenched his fists. if his eyes could be weapons, then jaehyuk would be an instant casualty.

haruto was primarily his best friend. and whilst he had no problem with junkyu, no problem with jeongwoo, no problem even with jihoon whom he himself found attractive, as he placed his gaze on jaehyuk for the first time, he knew the boy would cause so much trouble. yet he had no idea that he would let the other cause them this easily, if not seeing them through by himself eventually. before the relationship of haruto and doyoung weakened, lost hues, the edges became blurry and the string that has been attaching them together snapped painfully, injuring doyoung's heart incurably, they were like one.

maybe if the moments mentioned in the beginning happened more often, the ones where the control nearly got lost and the heart was let to speak instead of doubts and what-ifs before doyoung shouted "you are just a nuisance, go to your jaehyuk", then regretting it each day onward, and before haruto held back his tears, leaving the room without uttering a single word, they would still be best friends.

on one night, with the faint light of a lamp, their knees touching each other under the desk, their hands suddenly in an embrace and eyes locked, doyoung wanted to kiss haruto more than ever. his marble skin glowed, curled, thick eyelashes casting a shadow on the perfectly white painting, and the sensation doyoung felt, for haruto's thumb was caressing his palm, created the ambiance the former knew will never occur again.

he leaned forward, slowly closing his eyes, interlinking their lips. the kiss was soft, delicate, sincere. doyoung purposefully nipped the other's lower lip, caressing it then with his own as if trying to allay the possible discomfort. haruto didn't move for an inch although did something much more significant.

he reciprocated the kiss.

two boys were still unsure, slightly intoxicated. the infatuation they felt towards each other was enough to make them share another kiss. and as they parted for the second time, haruto couldn't resist the urge to taste doyoung's lips again, stooping with hope to be soon given it, but he met with unforeseen disapproval.

doyoung's helpless, numb hand pushed the other lightly by his chest. as haruto's back met with the chair, his friend got up and silently left the room.

until this moment they have never talked about that night. haruto tried, but as doyoung always managed to escape, somehow omit the topic, two of them gave up. the former because he thought that doyoung regretted it, the latter because he saw it as a mistake, a childish act of curious, young boys desiring new experiences.

doyoung knew haruto got kissed several times after this. by no other than jaehyuk. some months after they stopped spending time together after they barely spoke to each other, doyoung spotted how haruto's behaviour differed whenever he was in the proximity of their collective classmate. his cheeks rosy, smile shy but sincere, eyes too humble to look up when he was receiving pecks all over his face. jaehyuk most probably whispered something to his ear, cause he had to cover his flustered face in his hands, although doyoung never got to know the content of such secretive talks. he tried to convince himself that haruto acted this way because it was a game of theirs or maybe roles they had to play, not their actual feelings. sometimes the beautiful lie can protect one from immense suffering.

at the current second, some months after all this, the time made the bygone grudges and faults vanish. although it had never made doyoung deprived of a heart that once haruto owned. as he stood there, face to face with the boy whom he hurt more than he would admit, the embers of a fire that in the past used to warm him from the inside whenever they were with each other, forced the boy to finally look at his lost soulmate.

"haruto..." he uttered almost inaudibly. "I am sorry..."

they locked eyes for several seconds. it reminded doyoung of this one night when they were so stupid, but in this stupidity found the courage and unveiled their tender love with more than words. the boy's eyes got teary, he wanted to say something else but the words that previously lined up to be able to voice themselves were now hidden behind the dam called shame and regret. haruto didn't reply, swiftly changing places. he chose jaehyuk's arms with no hesitation instead of standing there with doyoung.

the boy was glad. he had hurt haruto way too many times, and the only way for them to be happy again was to let someone worthy heal their battered hearts. haruto had already found his solace.

doyoung's was yet to come. 

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who wants to be doyoung's solace ? :( < 3