no regrets 。taekai 。

xxvi

the bright morning light outside peeking through an open window is what wakes jongin up at, what he can only presume, an ungodly hour.

the man gets up involuntarily to curse drunk jongin for not closing the blinds but mainly to close the window. he stands up too fast and almost has a heart attack because of the pain his headache is causing him but reluctantly he goes over to the window and closes it.

he's about to pull on the strings to close the blinds when he notices a soft silky material is encapsulated in his hands, his eyes open wider to see a navy blue curtain -that most certainly isn't his -and a cream colored wall that again- most definitely isn't his.

jongin panics for a moment, looking down to see himself only in his boxers and socks. he calms himself for a bit when a little cat comes up to brush up against his legs but the panic resumes when he looks over to the bed he had just slept and sees taemin covered in his duvets, his head and a bare arm sticking out.

"what." jongin says outloud, not being able to believe the situation he is right now.

had he slept with taemin without even confessing to him first?

flashbacks of kissing and pushing taemin around come rushing through his head but jongin is too hungover to figure them out.

as if jongin's thoughts were too loud, taemin slowly stretches his arms before opening his eyes and staring right at jongin, a half-tired, half-amused expression in his eyes.

he just stared at jongin, as if daring jongin to say or do something first.

"i...," jongin starts, and then looks down again at his boxers, his beloved boxers gifted to him by his mom and a little hole on the left thigh region that shows how old it is, "hello."

"hi." taemin let out with a morning voice.

"so, i'm here... half naked," jongin started, inching towards the double bed, "and you are..."

taemin sits up a bit, covering half of his torso with the duvet, "yup."

"okay..." jongin sits down at the edge of the bed and looks at family photo taemin has sitting on his dresser, "so did we-?"

"no! no, no..." taemin is quick to decline and jongin on any other day would have been offended but he felt relief course through his veins instead.

"but we did..."

"... kiss. yes, we did." taemin completes the younger's sentence while clearing his throat.

the air around them was dense and jongin hated this atmosphere, he felt awkward and exposed, and wanted nothing but to go home and scream at his pillows.

but he couldn't just leave- well he could but- no he couldn't leave just yet.

"did i say anything yesterday?" unstable determination coating his voice.

taemin took a minute to think about it, a minute that threatened all of jongin's false confidence and endurance to not run away and leave in his boxers.

"you said i had pretty lips... and that i smelled good." taemin concluded, the man was as red as jongin felt.

"oh..." jongin cleared his throat, "you do."

"what?"

"you do," jongin said, a little louder this time, "you do have pretty lips... and you also smell good."

another moment of silence, broken by a soft 'meow' from lucky.

"i should probably go feed him, he must be hungry." taemin makes a move to get out of bed, crimson boxers on display when jongin has an enlightenment.

"i kissed you?" he asked.

"uh, yeah."

"and you kissed me back?"

taemin gulped, "yeah."

"oh."

'oh' indeed.

jongin felt dumb for not noticing that before. taemin wasn't in utter disgust that they had made out, hell, they even made it to the older man's house. jongin suddenly sported a beaming smile.

he quickly got up, dressing up with his clothes that were scattered across the room and in one effortless movement, he grabbed taemin's chin and kissed him square on the lips.

he let his lips press against taemin's for a few seconds before letting go to see taemin's reaction.

the man was speechless, and because there was no sign of resistance from the other man he decided on a deeper kiss, just to get him through his day.

jongin smiled again when he pulled away, even harder this time when he saw the corner of taemin's lips move up a little.

"i have to go, but we'll talk about this later." jongin made a move to leave the room, but he back tracked a bit, looking at taemin's face one last time before dashing through the front door.