Yoonjae held him deep. Hard enough to leave a bruise, even though it was made of love. Or mutual experiences. Yoonjae's years in psychology haven't taught him a single thing since he began it. But he'd use the way his body was fattened to cushion whatever mental fall Andrei could have.
Despite the man slowly pulling Yoonjae closer. And closer. And closer. Closer. Until Yoonjae's waist was touching his abs. He felt like he wanted to devour Yoonjae. Yoonjae could literally feel it in his grip alone. It was attractive, though, so he didn't mind.
"That's really...sad....is he better now?" Yoonjae chewed on his thumb. He grew up with drugs, he walked with drugs. But most people aren't. Most people don't understand. Most people didn't grow up with it at their doorstep, letting itself in. The kind of poison that washed over you when you watched someone you love kill themselves over twenty minutes of happiness. Yoonjae tried to pull away. His arms bonded to Andrei for whatever reason. "What...what did he u-use?"
A small chuckle bounced off of the walls. Straight from Andrei's pursed lips.
"Molly, weed, Xanax, adderall. Any pill you could think of, he was on it. He didn't want to do anything addictive because, to him, that's how you ruined your future." He laughed. His own, tattooed fists sliced through Yoonjae's plump waist hard enough to grow bruises. Attractive bruises. The ones that remind you of care, emotional intensity, and respect.
"Oh...he's..he's not wrong. He's a good dad, too. He should...probably be more one on one to his baby...though."
"I'll tell him that, Mr. Moon." Andrei smiled against Yoonjae's head.
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Three days later, Yoonjae scratched his elbow. The sun was beaming into his eyes on the rooftop restaurant. His shoulders shivered and his fingers were raw. He wondered why he chose this place of all places. Maybe the day could be at fault. Maybe Yoonjae should use his head a little more.
The wind forced itself through his soft bangs, brushing them out of his face. It only made him tremble.
He sat above the world, overseeing what there was to the great big city. He saw people and places and things. The restaurant was shoved far downtown, he barely knew where he was on the walk over. Lost in his own head and bleeding with anticipation. Hed seen it a few times when he first moved to New York. When he would catch babysitting jobs and ride the subway. Bus all the way now. The subway made him want to do drugs and forget what there was to life.
Speaking of life, Andrei had been texting Yoonjae every single day. Since they shared numbers the same day they vented about their family members' drug-addled adventures. Every single day.
It was cute. The messages weren't long or even dripping in emotional weight. It'd be something stupid.
Only three days since they drank six bottles of champagne together. And Andrei had four jugs of vodka from the bottle. They agreed on meeting the next day to pack Yoonjae's stuck. However, Andrei texted, saying he couldn't come, had to do something for his brother. He came by sometime when Yoonjae was halfway asleep because the pink-haired boy woke up to an empty apartment, a key, and a handwritten note. It didn't seem like it was from Andrei though. The sign-off saying Arseni wasn't a loud enough cue.
The texts from that day on were nothing but simple.
Three days earlier.
Andrei hihi 💫
Hey Yoonjae
Sorry for today
I can't make it
Arseni says he's going to kill himself because of classes
I know he's joking
But
He's tried before so I have to be on watch lol
I'll see you later?
Swing by, help you with your stuff? Even the drawings on your wall
I'll handle them with delicacy
YOONJAE
you were serious about helping me?? Hihihi
I thought that was just to be nice
But don't worry! I'll get the small stuff down there
Andrei hihi 💫
I'd say no.
But it's not my decision.
Be careful, tell the chauffeur your name and apartment number and how much stuff you have and they'll drive you and help you out because you're in the kids + disability team.
YOONJAE
Ahhsshsggaag
what???
In what world 😭😭
Spoiler: it worked.
Besides that, there were the past two days.
Andrei hihi 💫
Hi Yoonjae
Good morning. I'm pissed right now because my dad is blowing up my phone about the dinner.
He encourages me to bring someone because it upsets my homophobic cousins.
He is a closeted gay, I cannot.
YOONJAE
Ahsgsgagaf really???
Andrei hihi 💫
No.
Too many kids to count
The day after that.
Andrei hihi 💫
Hey Yoonjae
In a good mood today because
I had eggs with leftover vegetable rice.
I usually forget to eat during the day so this was a huge step up.
Are you okay now? I'm sorry I haven't visited you in your new apartment.
Been busy as fuck.
Can't wait for our date tomorrow. You?
YOONJAE
Just passing time ahahaha
I can still pick the place
Right???
Andrei hihi 💫
Of course 💝🐋
He'd send message after message. Instead of just....putting all in one message. It was hard to read them, but Yoonjae didn't mind. It was cute.
"Hey, Yoonjae." Ahhhhh!
Yoonjae flinched. Then, he smiled. Andrei sat down in front of him. In a hoodie and sweats like usual. He smirked subtly before glancing around.
"You look good. Your waist is...snatched and your eyes glow in this light. We should have a date on our balconies next." He licked his lips.
Yoonjae giggled. "Already picturing our second date, Mr. Smirnov?"
"And our third. Your outfit fits your body...real good." Andrei's teeth latched onto his bottom lip. His fists rested without a trace of movement above the table but his eyes remained fiery.
"Does it? It's similar to what I usually wear. I thought it would be warmer."
"It's not."
Yoonjae nodded. "I know obviously!"
"I was talking about your outfit. It's definitely not what you'd usually wear."
"Oh, uhm, really?" Yoonjae looked down at himself. An old, wrinkly white button up. The top six buttons were broken. Yoonjae didn't think it mattered. His eyes wandered further. His pants were leather, with a thick belt. It clung to him. He shrugged. "I guess...not, hihi. Not anything you've seen, anyway, I guess."
"You. Look. Beautiful. You shine here, Yoonjae. Or maybe it's because I'm crushing on you."
"I won't break your heart, hihi," Yoonjae snickered softly. His words were lilting. Like a regal prince who has never seen the real world. He brushed a strand of hair behind his ear before dropping both of his arms on the round, glass table. He leaned in on his forearms, eyes gentle and curved.
Andrei stared. Then, he dropped something, maybe more than one thing, on the table and grunted. It slapped the table with a flat thump. Yoonjae glimpsed. Andrei did too.
While usually stoic, his mouth dropped to an O. "Not that." He yanked back the bubblegum pink cart. Yoonjae bit his lip. That was cute. "Hihi, don't worry I like pink too." He giggled, leaning in further. Andrei shook his head. "I like pink. It's a vape."
"And...you don't want me to see it? I don't mind, it's okay. I used to smoke blunts on the walk of fame."
"What?" Andrei laughed. He rolled his eyes tenderly and pocketed the electronic cigarette. He jerked his chin toward the other thing on the table. A pink, bow tie necklace. Rose gold. Yoonjae hummed.
"That's yours. It reminded you of me, so, yup. Now we're dating."
Yoonjae blinked. "Thats a little stereotypical..."
"What?"
"It's kinda manic pixie boy...it's gay."
"I'm gay. Stop saying that. And I don't even know what a manic pixie boy is."
"Oh..." Yoonjae giggled.
That was one day. Their first date. Dates and dates after, they found themselves comfortable in each other's arms and each other's grace.