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the two sat in a waiting chair at the airport, corbyn resting upon daniel's lap.

the two hadn't spoken much since last night, frightened to face the reality before them. they'd be separated in less than fifteen minutes, corbyn's flight was to be called anytime soon.

'dani,' corbyn croaked, on the verge of tears, clinging to daniel as if his sanity depended on it. which it did.

'y-yes, baby?' daniel whispered hoarsely, in the same vulnerable state the older found himself in.

corbyn shut his eyes, squeezing his eyelids together so tight that maybe, just maybe, he could rewind his life to a week back with nonhuman powers. of course, those didn't exist.

'i can't leave you,' was all corbyn could form out of words.

they couldn't even speak properly. the night prior to the situation affected them significantly, daniel couldn't even look at corbyn without having the protruding urge to kiss the life out of the boy, and vice versa. daniel wasn't capable to imagine what life would be like without the blonde by his side. it was terrifying.

the younger took in a sharp breath, forcefully letting it out, its release oddly shaky. 'c-corbyn, kiss me before i regret not asking you to.'

so that's exactly what corbyn did.

their lips crashed together, corbyn fisting daniel's t-shirt into his sweaty palms, fighting for dominance for no prominent reason, as he was going to lose regardless. before corbyn could think twice daniel's tongue was travelling deep throughout his mouth, only pulling away once their lungs were crying for air.

nonetheless, seconds later, the boys were devouring each other once again.

daniel's fingers knotted themselves though corbyn's blonde locks, careful not to harshly tug out the silky strands. the two's lips melted into each other's like chocolate once heated- their result the same as the confection's; a rich, velvety mixture that tasted sweet, a deliciously distinct flavour.

though, the mixture was of corbyn and daniel themselves. they adored the taste of each other's lips.

the boys didn't care about the amount of awkward stares they were getting, nothing mattered in the moment other than their lips against one another's, nothing was of importance other than the insane amount of chills racing through their systems. the fact that this exact position scared the living hell out of them, but it was the most meaningful position they'd ever been in. 

in this exact moment daniel decided he loved corbyn. no, he wasn't gonna tell the blonde that, but daniel was head over heels for this boy, everything about corbyn made him want to scream and cry all at once, made his stomach do flips, his heart soar out of his chest, everything. corbyn was the most incredible person to ever enter his life, and as their lips molded together, daniel knew the kiss was sculpting their love. that's all there was to it.

reality hit them like a train once they heard a voice on the loudspeaker. 'flight 421125, oregon to virginia, please make their way to the gate, flight 421125, oregon to virginia.'

(if anyone can figure out what that flight means u win)

apprehensively, corbyn pulled away, a small tear stinging his eye. 'baby, that's my flight.'

daniel sighed. 'i know.'

corbyn drowsily got off daniel's lap, pulling the younger up and throwing himself into daniel's arms, just as he'd done on his first day in oregon.

although today's hug was filled with a completely opposite emotion.

daniel literally broke down in corbyn's arms.

deafening sobs and cries escaped daniel's lips involunatrily, few small tears trickling down corbyn's cheeks in response. they stayed in the posistion, not budging, until corbyn's flight was called again, and they knew this was it for now.

'baby, you have to go,' daniel muttered, sniffling lightly.

corbyn nodded slowly, turning to grab his small suitcase. 'i promise we'll be back together soon.'

they shared one final kiss, and daniel swore he almost let it out- those eight letters that were just so hard to say. 

daniel whimpered as corbyn got so far that their fingertips weren't touching, and though that was only about three feet, daniel couldn't stand it.

'i love you,' he mumbled once corbyn got smaller and smaller, not looking back as it would cause too much pain.

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well,,,