DaiShun (The Boyfriend)

Chapter 47: on the floor?

Dai woke up one morning, stretching out his arms and ready to start the day with a warm hug from Shun. But to his surprise, Shun was distant, moving around the kitchen with a focused expression that felt cold and unfamiliar. Dai approached him from behind, arms opening wide for his usual back hug, but Shun shrugged him off, wordlessly.

Stunned, Dai blinked in confusion. Shun had never rejected a hug before. “Is everything alright?” he asked with a soft smile, stepping closer to try again. But once more, Shun gently dodged his embrace. Dai watched as Shun went about his breakfast routine, still refusing to meet his eyes. He placed a plate on the table with two servings, but there was only one pair of chopsticks and a single bowl. Shun sat down and started eating without a word.

Dai scratched his head, trying to piece together this new and unusual puzzle. He hesitated, then asked with a cautious laugh, “Where’s my bowl?”

Shun merely shot him a sideways glance and continued eating. No response, just silence, leaving Dai feeling more and more like a forgotten ornament in the room. That look was enough to tell Dai he had somehow committed a grave sin—but he had no clue what it was. Desperate, he grabbed his own bowl and chopsticks, served himself, and sat directly across from Shun, hoping to jog his memory as he stared at Shun’s annoyed expression.

As Dai looked for clues, his foot brushed against Shun’s under the table, a playful attempt to break the tension. Shun glanced down, noted Dai’s silent plea for attention, and, with a barely-there sigh, continued to ignore him. Breakfast was finished in stony silence, Shun setting down his bowl and retreating to his music room without a single word.

Dai washed the dishes, all the while peeking through the music room door. Shun was seated on a typical musician's chair—sturdy, slightly worn from countless hours of work. His headphones were clamped over his ears, and he was absorbed in his work, oblivious to the pacing figure just outside the door.

Finally, Dai couldn’t take it anymore. He’d spent the entire morning trying to piece together the mystery of Shun’s anger, and his patience had run thin. With a determined breath, he entered the room. Shun, deep in concentration, didn’t notice until Dai reached out and slipped the headphones from his ears.

Shun barely had time to react before Dai took a daring step forward, sitting directly on his lap, their faces mere inches apart. Shun squirmed, trying to free himself, but Dai wrapped his arms around Shun’s shoulders, leaning in closer, his gaze sincere and remorseful.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” Dai murmured, his voice gentle but pleading. “But whatever it is, I’m sorry. I love you, and I’ll fix it.”

Before Shun could reply, Dai brushed his lips over Shun’s in a deep kiss, hands moving tenderly down his arms. Shun’s initial resistance softened, but he kept his guard up. Finally, with a hint of pity and a touch of exasperation, he pointed to the shirt he was wearing—a soft, black T-shirt with a quirky, matching design.

“Do you remember something?” Shun asked, raising an eyebrow as he touched the fabric of the shirt.

Dai looked at it, confusion etched on his face. “Uh…” He shook his head slowly, his clueless expression only adding to Shun’s frustration.

Sighing, Shun pushed Dai gently off his lap, giving him a stern look. “If you don’t figure it out by tonight,” he said, voice laced with faux seriousness, “you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Dai’s eyes widened. “On the floor?” he asked, horrified, like a child punished unfairly.

Shun shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Better figure it out, then.” He shot Dai a look, playful but firm, as he left the room, clearly enjoying his role as the offended lover.

With the music room empty, Dai sat in a daze before a flicker of realization struck. He went to their bedroom, where he found a shopping bag, half-hidden under the bed. Inside was a matching T-shirt to Shun’s, and suddenly, the previous night’s memories came rushing back.

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The Night Before…

Shun had been waiting for Dai in the living room. Dai had called earlier, saying he’d be late, celebrating their assessment completion with a few drinks. By midnight, though, there was no sign of him. Shun glanced at the clock, debated calling, then decided not to interrupt Dai’s fun.

Finally, he heard the click of the door opening and rushed over. Dai stumbled inside, looking adorably tipsy, and fell right into Shun’s arms. They both tumbled onto the couch, laughing. Dai clutched a shopping bag and held it up triumphantly, eyes sparkling with childlike glee.

“Look what I got!” he slurred happily, pulling out two matching T-shirts with a sleek, modern design. They were black with a subtle, artistic logo across the chest—Dai’s way of celebrating their relationship in the most classic way possible.

“I found these on my way home,” he said, grinning. “The shop was closing, but I made it just in time. Let’s wear them tomorrow!”

In his tipsy excitement, Dai leaned in and nipped Shun’s ear, his voice a playful murmur. “I bet you’ll look sexy in this.” Then, exhausted, he fell asleep right there, snuggled against Shun’s chest.

Shun looked down at his sleeping lover, a soft smile on his face. “How could I ever be mad at you?” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Dai’s forehead. Then, with a mix of affection and care, he lifted Dai into his arms, carried him to bed, and settled them both under the blankets.

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Present…

After his moment of realization, Dai grabbed his matching T-shirt, changed, and made his way to the music room door, knocking lightly. He waited, but there was no response. Shun must still have his headphones on. So, Dai sat down by the door, head resting against the wall, and decided to wait it out.

When Shun finally emerged in the afternoon, he opened the door to find Dai fast asleep, slumped against the wall, wearing the matching T-shirt with his face calm and at peace.

Shun’s heart softened at the sight, his sulking all but forgotten. He knelt down and gently shook Dai awake, teasing him with a small smile. “Aren’t you feeling cold out here?”

Dai blinked his eyes open, his cheeks pink with embarrassment as he looked up. “Am I still sleeping on the floor?” he asked, his voice small.

Shun chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Not on the floor…” he said, wrapping his arms around Dai’s shoulders. “But somewhere even better.”

Dai’s eyes lit up, heart racing as he looked into Shun’s soft gaze. “And where’s that?”

Pulling Dai close, Shun’s breath was warm against Dai’s ear as he whispered, “In my arms.”