Happenstance

Fever

Wai was standing by the door, holding a small bag. His eyes were slightly red and settled on his jaw and the bag of pees against it.

"What are you doing here?" Korn managed to ask.

Wai showed the bag he was holding.

"I bought a healing balm for you." He almost sounded shy. "Can I come in?"

Korn stepped aside, and Wai stepped inside as he closed the door behind him. As Korn sat awkwardly on the sofa, Wai put the bag on his lap, glancing around timidly.

"I'm sorry about the punch," he said after a while, glancing up at the bag of peas still pressed against Korn's jaw. "I don't know why I got so upset."

Korn shrugged, offering the other a small smile. "It's okay. Really, don't worry about it. You did me worse before, remember?" He joked, but it didn't have the expected effect. Wai only frowned more.

"Alright, let's get you treated," he said instead, grabbing the cream and putting some product on the tip of his index.

"I can do it myself," Korn tried to interfere, but Wai batted his hands away impatiently.

"Shut up and remove that bag, please."

Silently pleased, Korn obeyed. Immediately, Wai spread the product over his jaw, being careful and gentle not to damage his bruised cheek. Korn smiled gently at Wai's concentration. He liked Wai's attention, and the feeling of his fingers touching his face gave him shivers down his spine.

Wai was adorable, with pink lips and red cheekbones against unblemished white skin. It was almost overwhelming to be this close to him and not dare to touch him. Korn didn't think he was brave enough to breach the distance between them. Because even if Wai was feeling guilty about their fight, it didn't mean he liked him. It didn't mean anything except that Wai was a decent human being.

Wai ignored his many intrusive thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Korn's skin was so smooth; how would it feel to kiss his cheek? Or better, his lips?

His hands were still trembling after the events of earlier. He had shocked himself when he had punched Korn because he really hadn't meant to. Fist-fighting over a lousy pass was not a good reason. He couldn't understand why he got so upset, so fast. Perhaps, it was all these unwanted feelings roaring inside of him, even now.

Because on the field earlier in the evening, Korn had looked glorious under the moonlight. Magnificent and majestic. Like a young god. He had thrown his head back with a wide grin, bright eyes, and large hands. All of this was making Wai completely mad. And then, he had punched him, and Korn, that moron, had hugged him instead of fighting back. Wai had no idea what to do except fleeing since it was unexpected because he wasn't brave like Korn. Because he definitely liked Korn more than he thought, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

A sudden movement from Korn brought him back to the present and to the fact that his hands were shamelessly on the other's face. Korn was staring at him, his fiery eyes right on Wai. He smiled a little, and Wai could feel that Korn completely relaxed under his touch. Wai helplessly reddened under the other's scrutinising regards, but he held on, not looking away for once.

"Maybe we should stop fighting for a while. What do you think?" Korn said softly, his face still between Wai's hands. "I mean, both our best friends are going out together, being all lovey-dovey, so why should we still hate each other?"

Korn was making a lot of sense. But Wai had stopped listening because Korn's lower lip had just grazed against his thumb and a violent shiver ran along his spine at the contact.