Title: Distance
Posted: Feb 28 2019
Light Angst + Tiny Bohemian Rhapsody Spoiler
Ship: Ravn | Kim Youngjo x Yeo Hwanwoong
Apparently, this Saturday is not to be spent sleeping inside and away from the cold and snow. According to Seoho, and as well as his other friends who agree including his own boyfriend, they should go out this Saturday, the one Saturday Hwanwoong does not want to go out at all. It was a tough day for him yesterday, he'll put it at that.
"Woongie?" Youngjo calls from the front door of his boyfriend's apartment.
Hwanwoong rolls onto his side, listening to the struggling of getting shoes off from outside his room. His phone rings, blinding his eyes and brightening his dark room. He squints, looking at the caller ID. 'Mom' it reads. Hwanwoong presses the red button and turns off his phone. He plops back into his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he lets out a long sigh.
The door opens, letting all the light flood Hwanwoong's room. The dancer groans, burying his face into his pillow.
"Hwanwoong?" Youngjo walks over to the window of Hwanwoong's room, blinds keeping the light from coming into his room.
"Don't open those blinds," Hwanwoong stops his boyfriend. But Youngjo doesn't listen, the bright evening sun blinding Hwanwoong. He hides his eyes behind the back of his palm.
"Did you get my text?" Youngjo asks, sitting on the side of Hwanwoong's bed.
"What text?" Hwanwoong lies. Youngjo sent him a text earlier about going out with friend, he just didn't feel bothered to respond.
"Don't lie to me. I know you saw it," Youngjo wraps his fingers around Hwanwoong's wrist and lifts the boy's hand away from his face. Hwanwoong sighs, eyes gradually adjusting to the brightness before he looks at his boyfriend. Youngjo is frowning, concerned and mildly hurt. "Why are you lying to me?" He softly questions, lacing his fingers with Hwanwoong's. The latter's heart pangs.
Hwanwoong shakes his head, pulling his hand away and rolling onto his side to bury his face into his pillow, back facing Youngjo.
"I wanna sleep," he uses a whiny voice, acting normal. Youngjo doesn't buy it. He rolls his boyfriend so they face each other. He looks into the other's eyes.
"Is there something wrong?"
Hwanwoong's eyes fail to keep in contact with Youngjo's deeply concerned ones.
"I'm just tired," Hwanwoong answers.
His phone rings again. Hwanwoong is quick to hang up on the caller before Youngjo sees who it is. He mentally chides himself for not making it look natural.
"Who was that?" Youngjo curiously asks.
"These scammers have been spamming my phone lately. They're just annoying me now." The lie rolls off Hwanwoong's tongue so easily that he wants to applaud himself, but the guilt always leaves a bad aftertaste.
A moment of silence stretches itself out. It's awkward, Hwanwoong knows he's the cause of this. He needs to fix it.
"Where did you wanna go today?" Hwanwoong asks. He guesses he has to go along with Youngjo's plans today, he shouldn't worry his boyfriend.
"Seoho says he wants to go watch Bohemian Rhapsody and visit the coffee house that just opened up down the street from the cinema," Youngjo says. He rests his hand on Hwanwoong's thigh, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. "Are you sure you're okay? I know you sleep a lot, but you just woke up and it's five o'clock."
