Babe, you look so cool | Junhwan

Chapter two:

Junhoe's POV:

The movie went on for what seemed like years, it was boring. At this point, all I wanted to do was hug the sleeping boy, I wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to do this for every single second that I breathed, for every moment of my being. As I looked down at the shorter boy, I could hear his soft snores, I placed my hand on his cheek and slowly moved my thumb in a circular motion. He stirred slightly and i worried that he may wake up, I went to move my hand but before I could he held it in his own. He turned to lay on his back and place his free hand on my neck, what was he doing? The hand that was on my neck pulled me in closer towards his face. As he brought my face closer to his, his eyes fluttered open.

"Junhoe?" He looked surprised but he didn't move, we were still in the same position, and for a moment I thought that maybe it was me that he wanted to kiss. 'Oh, I'm so sorry." He pushed me back into my seated position and stood up. "Oh my Lord, Junhoe I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear." He looked really awkward and nervous, he couldn't even stand still in one place, he had boat feet.
"Hey," I stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands, my face was brought close to his. "형 (Hyung/Hyeong), it's okay, don't worry about it." When we first me, nine years ago, Jinhwan insisted that I call him 형, I told him it made me feel weird because we were living in England and to talk English but just say the word 형 was odd. We were both trilingual (English, Korean and Japanese) but because we were both Korean he wanted that sense of respect. We agreed on only using terms like that within the house, unless if we were having full Korean conversations outside of the house. "Why are you so stressed anyway?"

(a/n I wanted to include a sense of bi/trilingual nature to the story without sounding like a Koreaboo. I hope this works, if you think it doesn't please let me know. Being bilingual myself, I understand that within conversation you can cross between the languages you speak, so I wanted to include that aspect. (Let me know if you like it or nah))

He shook his head vigorously, "It's okay, 형. You probably thought i was Hanbin, that's all." In actual fact, as I stared deep into the boys eyes, I wished that he did know it was me he was pulling into a kiss. "That is what you thought, right?" I internally prayed that I was wrong.
"Yeah, yeah... you're right, Junhoe." He looked up at me and smiled, placing his hands on my arms, my hands still on his shoulders. He stared at me for a while then slowly moved my hands down to rest by my side. He let go of me and turned away, walking to his room. I sat back down on the leather sofa, what was that about? I knew this would be a sleepless night.

Jinhwan's POV:

It was the next day, what had I done? I'm an idiot. I walked into the living room after putting on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a loose, white t-shirt. I stopped at the doorway of the room and leaned on the door frame, glancing over to the sofa as images of last night flashed through my mind, I could feel a heat rush over my cheeks. Junhoe was sound asleep on the sofa, his shirt flung half way across the room. Why did he sleep in here? I queried as I noticed his bare chest and muscular body with his arms wrapped around a pillow. His biceps were tensed, he cooed and it seemed as though he was having a bad dream. As I walked over to the boy in slumber, my hand stretched over to his shoulder to comfort him as he uttered nonsense in his sleep.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Junhoe." I tried to calm the younger boy, stroking his arm and talking at a whisper. "형 is here, Junhoe. Don't worry." He twisted and turned in his sleeping state, somehow ending up with my whole arm between his chest and the seat of the sofa, as though he had almost engulfed it. I tried to move away from his touch without waking the dark-brown haired boy. His hair wasn't how it usually was, gelled away from his face. Now, the hair that had the tips dyed grey, fell loosely in front of his eyes. I tried my best to move in the least noise provoking way, but before I could move my whole forearm out, the younger boys eyes flickered open.

"형?" He sat up on the sofa letting my arm free. He looked confused as he questioned me, "What are you doing?"
"You were having a nightmare, I tried to comfort you, I guess it didn't work properly." I chuckled, but it wasn't like me, it was awkward. "You... you sort of got my hand stuck beneath you." I got up to go to the kitchen.
"I did?" He questioned and I could already tell that he was embarrassed. I picked up his shirt and threw it at him.
"Get up and help me cook something to eat, and put some clothes on while you're at it." Roaming the fridge for eggs, I directed Junhoe to toast a couple slices of bread even though he hadn't even entered the room. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed him walking into the room with one hand in the sleeve of his shirt and the other one reaching to pull the shirt down. I'd rather you kept that off, I liked what i saw. I shook the thoughts out of my mind as soon as I had them and returned back to the cooking of an omelet.

Moments later, the food was ready, with little help from Junhoe. As soon as he sat down at the table I questioned him, "Why did you sleep in the living room last night, Ju-ne?"
"I don't know, I guess I just couldn't sleep in my room, it was too hot." He answered before taking a bite of my labouring in the form of food.
"Seems like the living room was too hot as well..." I pointed at his shirt with the fork that was placed between my fingers. I chuckled at my own attempt at a joke as the boy that sat across from me awkwardly did the same while rubbing the back of his neck with the palm of his empty hand. What is going inside that beautiful head? I thought to myself as I observed the small details on the boys face and his mannerisms. My thoughts took over, after a moment I had fully abandoned my food as I daydreamed of all the things I'd rather be doing with the taller boy...

I'm in some deep shit.

(a/n Happy holidays, merry Christmas, have a nice and wholesome rest my movies. xxx)