Pink Peonies and Coffee Stains (on hiatus)

Chapter 3: Daffodils and DDR

Hyungwon's mind is reeling. He just kissed him. He let him kiss him. He kissed back. He felt confused, he knew what he just did was stupid, that he just kissed a guy he just met. Well technically he let the barista kiss him but that was beside the point. But he didn't hate it, he'd liked it. He should be mad at Hoseok for kissing him out of no where but he's mad at himself instead. He's mad that he isn't mad, why are emotions so weird!

Hoseok is nervous. He knows he shouldn't have been so impulsive, but he knew that what he was going to do would have consequences and whatever those ended up being he would take responsibility. The boy in front of him looks almost blank, like his friend Minhyuk's canvases before he starts painting. Hoseok begins to get worried. The café is filled with a deafening silence. He gently and cautiously places his hand on the florist's knee, hoping to knock him out of whatever trance he seems to be in. It seems like it works because hyungwon slowly blinks and let's his eyes fall from his blank stare to Hoseok's hand. He then looks up at Hoseok and his face blushes a bright red. He jolts up out of his seat and runs out of the café before the barista can calm him down or apologize. Hoseok puts his hands to his face.

"Fuck." He mutters under his breath.

Hyungwon runs. He runs and he runs until he can't run anymore. He finds himself far from his shop and far from his home. He's lucky though, he's in a place that is familiar to him. He knows that Changkyun works just down the block, but it's almost closing time and he prays that he hasn't left yet as he briskly walks towards the arcade.

Changkyun just took inventory of all the claw games and was locking the door of the arcade when he feels a tug in his sleeve. He turns around and sees Hyungwon with tears streaming down his face and breathing heavily.

"Hyungwonnie..."

He pulls the older boy close to him, supporting him as he collapses into his arms, obviously both physically and mentally exhausted.

"Changkyun." Hyungwon sobs.

Changkyun shushes the boy, gently patting his head. He gently tugs him toward his apartment. He's in no condition to go all the way back home in this condition and he needs to find out what happened.

His apartment is small but cozy. He helps wraps Hyungwon in a blanket and sits him on the couch in the living room. He smooths the boy's pink hair back and gently wipes the lingering tears away with his thumb as he cupped the boy's cheeks.

Hyungwon sniffles and leans into the touch letting the boy comfort him. Changkyun was one of the few people he would be touchy with. They'd become friends after Hyungwon kept coming to the arcade with Kihyun after work on the weekends and ended up talking and hitting it off with the younger boy. He can't remember how they'd gotten so close so quickly, but their friendship was special, he wouldn't let just anyone do this. He trusted Changkyun. 

Changkyun pulls the boy into a hug, before pulling back and looking worriedly at his friend.

"Can you tell me what happened hyung?" He asks softly, grabbing Hyungwon's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Hyungwon nods slowly, his eyes are red and puffy from crying. He explains what happened in the café, occasionally he feels Changkyun rub circles into his back. As he finishes his exposition, Hyungwon yawns and tugs at his friend's sweater as he looks down with embarrassment. 

Changkyun feels the light pull of his sweater and doesn't have to ask what it is, he knows Hyungwon isn't one to initiate skinship, but he and Hyungwon both know when he needs it. Hyungwon doesn't know, however, that when he's really sleepy, he gets clingy. Changkyun keeps that his little secret though. He likes when Hyungwon is clingy, it's cute. Changkyun smiles softly at how childish the older boy looks in this moment. He gets up and sits in Hyungwon's lap, letting the boy rest his small head on his shoulder. He brushes his fingers through the light pink hair in front of him. 

"Hyung, what you did isn't weird or stupid, so don't worry so much about it ok? You're allowed to change how you feel about things."

Hyungwon wraps his arms loosely around Changkyun's lower torso, letting his eyes close lazily as he leans his head against the crook between the younger boy's neck and shoulder. Maybe its because he ran so much or cause he cried, but he feels so sleepy. He tries to focus in on what the younger boy says. Changkyun is right, he's allowed to feel his feelings. But Hyungwon feels confused about a lot of things at the moment.

"Changkyun..." Hyungwon begins quietly, his voice slightly raspy. "Why would he just kiss me like that?" 

Changkyun stops running his fingers through the florist's hair and leans down and kisses the boy on top of his head. "Probably because you're so cute~", he replies playfully,  hoping to cheer the boy up. It seems to have worked because he hears Hyungwon chuckle softly. 

"So what am I supposed to do now?" 

"Its late hyung, let's talk more tomorrow, ok?" Changkyun pats the florist's back and he hums in response. 

Changkyun really just didn't want to talk about it anymore. He was reaching his limit. As Hyungwon begins to snore lightly, Changkyun stares sadly at the fake Daffodils decorating the coffee table.  

Hmmm how interesting. I hope you liked this chapter, it was really fun to write! Remember this story can be influenced by how you guys feel about certain chapters and parts of the story, so let me know what you thought! 

Also, the flower for the chapter is quite an interesting one, I suggest doing some research ;)

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