Dancing King

Chapter 29

Hunhan appeared in when it gets complicated and I can't. Those two are so cute. In a very, ya know, kind of way lol. It's clear they care about each other.

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Junmyeon's POV

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Today felt much better. And it wasn't even because it was Sunday, the day after one of the hardest nights of my high school career. No, right now I was tucked under Yixing's arm on my couch, my head on his shoulder while we both watched a movie on the small TV. Occasionally I risked a peek up at him, but he looked just as happy and blissful now as he did when he first arrived. I reached up and trailed my fingers along the gold chain around his neck. He shivered as my fingertips brushed his skin.

"What's up?" he asked, his focus shifting to me. A questioned unasked burned in his irises, but I dropped the subject entirely, turning my attention back to the TV. "Hey." He shifted positions until we were sitting face to face. I whined lowly, moving to place myself back at his side, but a gentle hand on my arm stopped me. "Seriously Jun what's wrong? You've been kind of clingy all day."

"I missed you?" I answered, though even to my own ears that sounded more a question than actual fact. I hung my head in shame, not wanting to admit the terrible thoughts that had been circling my head all week every time he told me he was busy or would brush me off. He seemed to sense something though, cause he opened his arms and allowed me to tumble into him, his hold on me tight and comforting. "I..." I began, but the words lodged in my throat. I sputtered a few times. He carded his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry," he apologized without any prompt. "I know I've said I've been busy a lot this week and haven't made a whole lot of time for you." I attempted to swallow the lump of guilt and shame forming in my mouth. It wasn't like I controlled his life. He was allowed to do and see other things than I was. But still... A lot of my worries continued to resurface, even if he'd made it pretty clear he liked me. "After next week that'll slow down, alright?" he said, gently tilting my chin to face him. "I love you," he said, surging forward and connecting our lips messily. I snaked my arms around his neck.

"I love you too," I whispered, feeling his lips tick up halfway through our kiss. And damn it all nothing felt as good as that. Feeling his happiness during an intimate moment was nearly enough to spill me over an invisible edge. I pulled away first, dragging oxygen into my body as his smirked, lazily drawing patterns up and down my arms. "I don't know why I do," I joked, rolling my eyes. He chuckled, leaving a tiny trail of kisses down my jaw. I squirmed in his hold.

"Cause I'm damn charming!" he answered in mock hurt. I laughed lowly, burying my face in his chest to muffle the sound. I felt his fingers dancing up my spine, pulling a shower from deep inside me, bit it felt so good. Another sinful smirk from the boy under me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. My body responded before my mind could process sometimes. I glared, which only made him chuckle, unaffected. What was he all of a sudden, Baekhyun? "What's wrong?" he asked, the joking and playful demeanor slipping away once again. "Seriously what's wrong?" he repeated. "I can tell something is bothering you."

"Nothing unusual," I assured. "Just the normal stuff everyone goes through when they're close to graduating." But he still seemed unconvinced as a frown touched his features. His grip on me tightened ever so slightly, not enough to crush me but definitely enough to ground me. And bring all my nightmares bubbling to the surface. I hid myself away again, not wanting to face him. Not wanting to say after years of feeling so undeserving of love that now that I had it I wasn't sure what to do with it all. That my biggest obstacle in my life was my own inner turmoil, the little voice at the back of my mind forever telling me that this was all a ruse and that one day I'd wake up and it would all be gone.