The Not so Ugly Duckling

The Blossoming Friendship of a Wolf and an Ugly Duckling

Daehyun's eyes crept opened, the grogginess from last night still stuck to him like cheap perfume. Daehyun quickly sniffed himself. Nope, no cheap perfume so he didn't sleep with anyone. Any girl at least. He lifted the soft yellow fluffy blanket and saw that he still had his clothes...well his pants and an ugly ass sweater. A small smile couldn't help but creep on his face, knowing where the ugly ass sweater came from. Daehyun didn't think much of Youngjae at first. An ugly chipmunk that he could poke fun of every now and then. But Youngjae was actually a stand up guy, someone that Daehyun could consider a friend because honestly the chipmunk could have left him on the street, seeing as he didn't like Daehyun very much.

Daehyun sat himself up, taking a look at his surroundings. Plain tan walls surrounded the cramp bedroom. No pictures of family. Something that Daehyun could relate to. The floor was made of cheap wood and the petite (he was being generous with the word petite) bed was facing a closet. Daehyun leaned over and grabbed the book that rested on the small bedside counter. Wuthering Heights. A twisted love story to say the least. Daehyun let out an amused snort, not expecting the boy genius to read such novels. He gently removed himself from the bed, still infected by the curiosity bug. He peeked into the closet, wanting to take a sneaky look at it's contents. With the way Youngjae dressed, Daehyun just had to know what was lying in the cavern of doom. He pried the door open, making sure to keep the noise at a minimum so that the owner would not be aware.

Daehyun's bright, anticipating eyes dulled at the sight at the garments. It was...anticlimactic. The clothes were actually normal, stylish even. Daehyun scratched his head confused as hell as to why Youngjae did not wear these clothes instead. In the small corner of the closet he found a bag of ratty looking clothes, something that Daehyun would rather burn on sight. A small, just a trifle thought, ran through Daehyun's mind. Daehyun eyed the gray knit sweater hanging in the closet and thought how well it would look on Youngjae. How it would gently hang off the young man's frame, but not eat him up like the other sweaters he wore. Daehyun shook his head, mentally scolding himself. He wasn't the chipmunk's stylist, why should he care what looked good on Youngjae or not?

In the midst of his mental scolding, his stomach let out a small whine, wanting to be fed. Daehyun opened the bedroom door, expecting a k-dramaesque breakfast. Isn't that how these situations usually turn out? Beautiful woman or man dressed only in sexy pajamas, the smell of coffee in the air and fresh pancakes, a little hum escaping his or her lips as they flash him a playful flirty smile. He would wrap his arms around their waist and pull them into a tight hug, peppering their neck with kisses until he can elicit giggles. Yeah...he got none of that. Instead he got a wild chipmunk in a hideous bathrobe and green striped pajama pants.

"I told you I didn't feel well so I went home early." Youngjae grumbled as he attempted to balance his cellphone on his shoulder whilst making breakfast. Breakfast being cereal.

"You should have called! Do you know how worried I was!? I nearly destroyed the club looking for your ass!" Himchan's voice shrieked through the small device, causing Youngjae to cringe at the pitch. It was too damn early for that tone of voice.

"Sorry, Mom," Youngjae couldn't help but let a small smile spread across his lips when he could hear Himchan grumble on the other line. "I didn't want to ruin Mommy Himchan and Daddy Bang's romantic time~" Youngjae cooed teasingly.

"I f**kin hate you..." Himchan let out a sigh. Youngjae could practically see the grown man rubbing his temples.

"No, I'm pretty sure you love me. Momma bears don't leave their cubs." Himchan scoffed on the other line.

"I love you like a rash," Himchan chuckled. "Anyways I'm glad you're-"

"Wow, Channie, I didn't think you were so motherly," Daehyun snickered as Youngjae stared at him wide-eyed. Daehyun had snatched the phone from Youngjae's hand, a playful smirk on his lips. "I wish you took care of me like that."