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【 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 】
➮ 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾; fluff-ish i guess
➮ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌); boyxboy
[ in which daniel and corbyn share different kisses over the majority of their teen years :) ]
daniel releases a girly giggle as corbyn passes his phone back, thanking him with a playful roll of his eyes. it's no secret that he has a crush on the boy, but the only person that doesn't know is the blond himself. he's completely oblivious despite the teasing from every member of their friendship group and more, and just the blatant fact that daniel acts completely different around him.
"i'm suprised you haven't got any secret boys on there" corbyn teases, sitting down besides daniel on the sofa with a huff.
"of course i don't! i don't have anything to hide from you in general, not just on my phone. i'd tell you if i was talking to someone." he smiles small as corbyn loops an arm over his shoulders, lifting his feet onto the sofa and tucking them into his side.
"can i ask you a favour?" corbyn questions, the thirteen year old looking down to meet his best friends eyes.
"yeah, go ahead" daniel nods, hoping to god that corbyn doesn't see the blush slowly rising on his cheeks.
"do you mind helping me with the english homework?"
daniel chuckles, standing up and grabbing corbyn's hand, "of course i don't mind. come on, it won't take long."
he hoists the blond up, gasping when he feels a pair of lips press a quick kiss to his cheek. "thank you, dani."
daniel's blush quickly deepens and he feels as if the cheek that corbyn had just kissed is tingling where lips had met skin.
"n-no problem."
✎ᝰ
"happy birthday, old man! you're finally fourteen, how does it feel?" corbyn pulls daniel into a hug, allowing the brunet to bury his face in the crook of his neck.
"no different to when i was thirteen" the boy replies with a soft laugh, "and by the way, you're the old man in this relationship. you turned fourteen way before me."
"relationship?" corbyn questions with a smile and a quirked eyebrow, pulling back far enough to meet daniel's eyes.
"no! i meant like- we're best friends and- you just- ugh, stop embarrassing me, it's my birthday." daniel has a pout on his lips by the time he's finished, and corbyn can't help but chuckle at his reaction.
