𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ☾︎ binwoo

C H P - 2

"I know..."

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Dongmin's head shot up from his phone when the bedroom door finally opened and Moonbin came walking in. Judging from the boy's red eyes, it didn't seem like the talk with his mother went well. "Binnie?" he asked gently, his body leaning forward in the slightest. He wanted to jump up off the bed and go to his friend, but he held himself back. "What's wrong? Did your mom yell at you or something?" He set his cellphone off to the side, body aching. He had been sitting on the mattress for a long while, but he knew that wasn't why his limbs hurt.

"No, I'm okay," Moonbin responded slowly, his words disjointed. He forced a smile and plopped down onto his bed, digging his head into the blankets to hide his puffy eyes. He had been careful to avoid touching Dongmin's thigh as he laid there, but it rested only an inch away, and for some reason he couldn't force it to move any further.

Moonbin knew how to respect boundaries, and because of that, he tried to avoid touching his friend in any way, yet sometimes the boy just looked too beautiful, and despite his better judgment, he couldn't keep away. It was only then that he allowed himself a touch, just one touch. Perhaps he would brush his hand against his friend's, trying to savor the electricity he felt before it faded away and became nothing more than a faint memory. Sometimes he would even wrap an arm around his shoulder, but he would never allow himself anything more than that. Dongmin didn't like touching him, and he forced himself to think about that one thing every day, just to keep himself sane. If he didn't remind himself constantly, he knew he would get carried away.

His eyes fluttered shut in dismay. He had to focus on his breathing; he knew he would give into the dark part of his heart if he didn't, allowing his hand to close the distance held within that single inch. After his talk with his mom, all he wanted to do was get close, to wrap his arms around his friend, to hold him until he became numb with happiness, to press their foreheads together and laugh and enjoy every second. He wanted it so bad. He wanted it more than anything.

But he couldn't do it.

He wouldn't allow himself to. 

Minute after minute, his hand only ached more and more. He wanted the pain to stop, so he forced himself past his mental barrier and went to move his hand away from Dongmin's thigh. His breath caught in his throat, though, when his skin brushed up against the cloth of his friend's jeans. He immediately wanted to apologize, to explain that he was sorry and that he hadn't meant to, but before he could so much as open his eyes, he froze.

Why... were Dongmin's fingers running through his hair?

"Did you fall asleep already?"

Moonbin remained still, maybe because he was confused or maybe because the shock of the sensation kept him from moving. He wanted to enjoy the moment and engrave the warmth of Dongmin's fingers in his mind, but he couldn't. There were too many things he wanted to ask.

"Silly."

Dongmin sounded almost sad, almost disappointed, and it left the younger even more confused. Still, the slim hand continued in its movement for what seemed like hours, but then it suddenly stopped. The small room went silent for just a moment before the younger heard the bed creak and the body besides his move. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that Dongmin was lying beside him, because less than a second later, a hand was set on his own.

There was a quiet sigh.

"I wish you would talk to me more..." the older whispered, keeping his voice low. "I wish you would tell me things. We've been best friends since we were little, yet you still seem to distance yourself. You never tell me what upsets you, instead you just make sure that I'm never worrying." Moonbin was now more sure that the tone he had heard in his friend's voice was sadness.

"You let me rant to you, but you don't let yourself rant to me... Why?" Dongmin's hand tightened around Moonbin's in one last squeeze before he let go.

With another sigh, the bed creaked again, and it was only then that Moonbin dared to open his eyes.

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"Binnie..."

"Binnie, come on. Wakey, wakey~"

Moonbin groaned from his place in Dreamland. He was always tired after crying, and in that moment, he was exhausted. It didn't matter how long he had slept, he would be exhausted for a while.

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you open your eyes."

Again, Moonbin groaned, and without thinking, he flipped onto his other side. He just wanted the poking on his back to stop.

"Binnie~" the voice said again.

The poking started up once more, this time to his cheek. Annoyance crawled up his throat, making him tiredly furrow his eyebrows. He grabbed onto the hand and instantly tugged it past him, wanting it to just go away and let him sleep. There was short intake of breath as a forehead smacked against his own.

His eyes snapped open.

There, right in front of him, was Dongmin. Dark eyes poured into his, making him gasp. "Oh my-I am so sorry--" He pulled himself away immediately and sat up. His head was already spinning from fatigue, and the sight of Dongmin's eyes so close to his own only made the spinning worse. The eyes... they were beautiful, colored with hidden emotions and genuine intentions. If only he had had the chance to stare into them for hours and unlock all of the secrets disguised in the depths of those chocolate irises... "I didn't mean to, I-I swear! I know you don't like touching me, oh my god, I am so sorry!" The spinning just wouldn't stop, couldn't stop; the image of Dongmin's eyes was already engraved within his mind. "I was tired, and I didn't realize--"

"It's okay."

"What?" Moonbin's eyes shot towards his friend, who was now sitting up too, smiling sheepishly and rubbing at his own forehead.

"I know how you are when you first wake up, I shouldn't have done that. Sorry." Dongmin looked gingerly towards the sheets, chuckling. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah... sorry."

"N-no, it was my fault," Moonbin argued quietly, despite his heart pounding so hard that his voice begged to waver each time he started a new word. He knew that if there was one thing that was going to give away his secrets, it would be the uncertainty that plagued his voice whenever he got close to Dongmin. "I should learn not to be so... me?"

The younger sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't seem to force his eyes away from the mattress. It was almost like he was scared to find out which emotions awaited him the moment he decided to look up and connect his gaze with Moonbin's. "Fine, it was both of our faults." He forced a small smile, took a deep breath, and glanced up. "But I woke you up to tell you that the guys said that they were coming over. They said that they would be here in fifteen minutes, and it took about ten to wake you up, so... "

And as if on cue, the bedroom door burst open and four young men walked in.

"'Sup, bitches."

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Bloom bloom pOw

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