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[jaembun]

call this place my home.

an evening in with the roommate you might be in love with ！⠀⸻⠀lee donghyuck x gnr ⠀ fluff pre-slash ⠀ cw drinking ⠀ wc 1.9k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀stole roomie hyuck from isa.. i need him so bad

a typical tuesday night for you normally consisted of exactly this: nothing. it was your nominated day of rest, the day you let yourself relax and turn on whatever trashy soap opera renjun had convinced you to watch that week on the basis that ‘it gets good after a few episodes, you just have to trust the process.’ you tugged on your favourite hoodie; a little threadbare from continual use but still ever comfortable, got warm under all the covers on your bed, and settled down ready to not move for at least a few hours, or if not then until you got hungry enough to go and find something to sustain yourself with.

that had been the original plan for that night as well, just the same as any other—until, of course, your somewhat-of-a-wild-card roommate donghyuck had to switch things up.

you were in the middle of scoffing over one of the scorned housewife’s confessionals when a yell of your name came from outside your door, prompting you to pause the show and wait for a moment in case hyuck elaborated on his shout. he didn’t, and so you yelled back a “what?” and awaited his reply.

“i need you in here!” was all the information he was willing to provide, and you heaved a sigh of surrender before slowly extracting yourself up out of your position buried within the various blankets and stuffed toys covering your bed to go and see what donghyuck wanted with you.

“what?” you groaned for the second time, coming to a pause in the doorway when you saw the pure amount of stuff covering your kitchen counters, ranging from pots to pans to a lonely onion gone stray from a pair further away and some steaks, all mixed in amongst other various ingredients and sauces. he wanted help with dinner, then.

but to your surprise, a simper of “keep me company?” paired with a pleading look and a pout was his request instead. you agreed fairly easily, on the term that he let you mix some of your own song choices in with his usual cooking playlist. your reward was his sunshine smile, eyes creasing up along with it, and you had to pretend to be interested in the shelf that held all of the albums the pair of you had accumulated over the years so he wouldn’t see the way your cheeks suddenly felt a bit hotter to the touch nor the grin that you failed to bite back.

your unfortunate crush on your roommate had been something that you were trying to actively pretend wasn’t there, but after nearly five months of trying to ignore it to no avail you decided that method wasn’t working out and had given in, accepting your fate. you were doomed to want donghyuck as far more than a friend for however long your heart could put up with it.

“yah! are you even listening?”

hyuck’s voice snapped you out of your momentary daze, and you turned back to see him brandishing an apron at you. you took it slowly, unsure of what he actually wanted you to do with it until he rolled his eyes at your confusion and gestured at himself.

“tie it for me, idiot.”

you brightened in realisation and hurried to comply, looping the strap over his neck and waiting for him to turn so you could tie the two strips of fabric hanging at his sides together. your touches were fleeting and you kept your head down, not letting yourself focus on anything other than the knot you were attempting lest you got distracted again. once it was done you looked up to find donghyuck peering at you from over his shoulder, eyes bright with an emotion you couldn’t read behind the thick black frames of his glasses. he looked lost in thought, but he shook himself out of it when you patted him on the shoulder and darted away from you, towards the fridge.

you quirked an eyebrow and was about to ask what more he could possibly want to get out before starting to make dinner when he turned around again, this time with an unopened bottle of red wine in hand. he handed that off to you as well, before starting to mess around with the settings on the stove and peeling back the plastic packaging the meat had came in.

“would you open that, too? and pour us a couple glasses. my phone’s charging by the sofa if you wanna set the music up.”

hyuck set to work with his jobs and in turn you diligently began yours. it was with a practiced rhythm that you grabbed a pair of the fancy wine glasses (a housewarming gift from jaemin) from their spot on one of the high shelves, and slipped past where your roommate was chopping vegetables to grab the bottle opener. he gave you a wide grin when you placed his glass in front of him, one that you returned fully before leaving your own on the kitchen island and wandering over to where his phone was charging.

“what’s your password?” you called over your shoulder, unplugging his phone from the cable so you could set it up nearer the speaker. his screen lit up when you disconnected the charger, and you froze when you saw that his lockscreen was none other than a picture of the two of you. it’d been taken on his birthday the year before, in the warm low lighting of the bar you’d all found yourselves in after his celebratory dinner. you had your arms around each other’s shoulders, and donghyuck had pressed his cheek to yours so hard that it had hurt a little, but he’d been so happy you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. there was matching smiles on your faces and twin peace signs being made with your free hands, although where hyuck had added a wink you had stuck to just beaming at the camera.

you liked the picture, of course—hell, it’d been your wallpaper for a while too, until you’d hung out with jeno a while ago and decided the photo of the pair of you in matching spa robes and face masks was a suitable enough replacement—but to see donghyuck using it came as somewhat of a (pleasant) surprise. the last time you’d seen it his lockscreen had been the picture of the whole of your friendgroup crammed into a singular booth while at karaoke, after all. 

“oh, it’s—“ he froze from where he was busying himself with one of the pans on the stove, eyes widening. his voice sounded quieter than usual when he replied, and his cheeks looked a little redder. “um. i’ll do it.”

you weren’t sure what made him so opposed to telling you, but you didn’t question it and handed the phone over; taking the chance to slide into one of the stools sat behind the island and take your first drink from your glass. the brightness from his screen was turned all the way up and reflected onto his glasses, and you didn’t mean to look, but the six digits he typed in to unlock his phone felt familiar.

you turned the combination over in your mind while he passed it back so you could turn some music on, and only when you had pressed play on his instructed playlist did the answer come to you. the date you met, down to the day exactly. again—you knew, and knew he did too, but what you didn’t know was that he’d use it for something like that.

you didn’t want to think too deep into it. that would only lead to things like false hope and daydreams and thoughts that the times where donghyuck looked a little far away were times when he was having exactly the same thoughts about you. instead you necked down the remnants of your wine in almost one go and shivered after you swallowed and the alcohol rushed through your system, reaching for the bottle to top yourself up. hyuck noticed your empty glass and laughed from where he was frying the meat and vegetables.

“calm down, lightweight. wouldn’t want you getting too drunk—aren’t you working tomorrow?”

you scoffed at the jab, flipping him the bird. “lightweight my ass, i could drink you under the table.”

to prove your point you took a prolonged sip from your second glass, and then shook your head in answer to his question. “we’re shut tomorrow. something about too many people being out sick.”

hyuck nodded in understanding and then went back to pouring things into the pan, stirring as he went. it sizzled from the heat and both looked and smelled almost done, and you felt your stomach ache a little in anticipation. you weren’t even all that mad about your usual tuesday night plans being derailed, now more looking forward to sitting down and enjoying a meal with donghyuck than watching rich people gossip about one another (although you had to admit that said gossip was entertaining).

the pair of you made idle chat and swapped insults at each other’s music choices while they played, draining a few more glasses of wine between you as you went, until finally hyuck was shutting off the heat and presenting you the food with a flourish, looking highly proud of himself despite how his glasses had fogged up slightly from the steam. he was setting about grabbing two pairs of chopsticks when you stopped him in his tracks.

“please tell me you weren’t actually expecting us to eat out of the pot.”

he wilted under your flat stare, and you rolled your eyes. “maybe? i just don’t want to bother you for too long with washing up afterwards. i know tuesdays are usually your designated soap opera nights.”

his logic didn’t make much sense but the reasoning behind it was sweet, and you willed yourself not to melt after hearing it, deciding not to mention that you didn’t actually mind in place of trying to keep a firm resolve despite the mirth slowly creeping into your next words.

“and yet you made me keep you company while you cooked?”

donghyuck pouted again as he was called out, setting his half-full glass down a little too carelessly to complain at you.

“i didn’t want to be lonely! i like having you around, you know? even if your music taste is..” he trailed off and pulled a disgusted face, miming throwing up, and in response you balled up the dishcloth left on the counter in your reach and threw it right between his eyes to distract him from the fact that his words had (again) made it hard for you not to do something stupid; like confess your feelings right then and there, or pull him into a kiss by the front of his apron.

“my music taste is fine, thank you very much. now help me set the table, and then we can eat.”

he gave you a mock salute and reached behind himself to fiddle with the knot you’d tied for him earlier, slipping his apron off and hanging it up before returning to your side.

you jostled each other on the way to the curlery drawer, poked more fun at the songs you had queued up to play while you ate, fought playfully over who got to pour who more wine, and then as you finally sat down together at the table you had the sudden thought that, if you got to spend more nights with hyuck like this—smiley, playful, with flushed cheeks and skin warm to the touch from the alcohol—then the worries that came with the possibility of you ruining your friendship with a few simple words could be put aside for just a little while longer.

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