NCT Imagines

dowoo - roomates

"Stop that racket you're annoying me." Doyoung says to Jungwoo, who was simply coming down the stairs excitedly. Confused, he tilted his head like a dog does. "Ugh, never mind. Just stay quiet." Doyoung holds his head like he has a killer headache. Which he does. Those hangovers, you know. The pain throbbing even when you take medication, making you feel like your head is about to explode. Jungwoo seems to understand and walls quite around the house in search of his meal. He quietly puts it together and walks back up to his room, not wanting to bother the older boy. As he steps onto the bottom stair, he silently turns and lays his eyes upon Doyoung. He internally sighs at the sight. His legs are sprawled upon the couch, his body looking so open and inviting. If only Doyoung didnt hate Jungwoo. He would soothe him and cuddle his pain away. Sighing once more, Jungwoo slips upstairs and into his room. He eats in silence, thinking only of how things could be if Doyoung liked him, too. He lays back against his mattress and imagines Doyoung wrapping his arms around him; cuddling in the cold winter nights, breathing him in, feeling him all around his own body. He longed for Doyoung to love him. Doyoung was really sweet when he didnt have some form of a hangover. Why does he drink? Well, a past lover broke his heart and he wants to forget. "I could help him forget." Jungwoo whispers to himself. He hears the door close. Maybe he'll be better after he comes home.

Doyoung briskly walks. He didnt have anywhere to go, no. He just wanted to see if the cold air would relieve the stabbing pain in his head - and heart. He walks around the block and makes his way back home. To the roommate. To someone he liked but was scared to. What if he got hurt again? Could he really give his heart to Jungwoo? Unsure, he chose to be mean to the poor boy. Whenever he was nice, he fell deeper in love. He couldnt stand falling in love. Fear blocked that.
Opening the door, he hears the shower running. Jungwoo is quietly singing. He owns a beautiful voice. Jungwoo didnt know, but Doyoung listened to him sing himself to sleep every night, imagining that it was him singing the younger to sleep.
Subconsciously, Doyoung found himself walking to the shower room. Up the stairs. Around the corner. Quietly opening the door to the steam-filled room.
"Jungwoo?"
"Ah! Hi. H-how long have you been here?"
"You were singing a song about a one sided love, right?"
"Y-yes."
"Why?"
"I um relate to it, I guess. Why are you in here."
"You talk in your sleep."
"S-sorry."
"I love you, too."
"W-what?"
The younger looks into his eyes as his heart stutters as fast as he had been.
"You heard me."
His mouth turns into the widest smile, followed by Doyoung's lips returning the wide smile.
"Now, it might be a little early, but I've been dying to kiss you, Jungwoo."
"Please do." He replied, maybe too eagerly. Doyoung brings himself to Jungwoo, fully clothed as the water rains down upon them both. He gulps and suddenly becomes nervous. Jungwoo notices and smiles, gently placing his hands on either side of the elders face, and gently bringing his lips to his own....

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