Roffat stared at the mirror for the hundredth time that evening, unsure if what she was wearing was even near appropriate for wherever her boyfriend was taking her. He wouldn’t tell her. No matter how hard she begged and pleaded and puppy dog eyed and threatened never kissing him again, Yongguk would just grin at her and tell her it’d be worth the surprise.
She’s settled for black skinny jeans, a nice blouse and her best leather jacket, styled her hair nicely, and made an effort with her make up, praying it wasn’t too much or too little. She was contemplating changing her shirt for the tenth time, when there was a knock at the door.
Yongguk stood in the doorway, dressed nice, but not too over the top, and Roffat relaxed, laughing at how much effort he’d put into his hair. Yongguk barely noticed, though, too busy smiling, a little dumbly, at her.
”You look amazing tonight.”
Roffat blushed. “Not even.”
”Yes, even,” Yongguk wrapped his arms around her waist and leant in to kiss her softly. “Happy anniversary Roffat.”
Yongguk thought he was dreaming. He had to have been—he must have dozed off to the smell of coffee and the warmth of the sun beating down on him through the window—he hadn’t heard that laugh in years.
He turned towards the sound anyway, half hoping, half dreading, and all sure he was being stupid, and stopped short. There was the smile, the eye crinkling, face warming smile that had always came with that laugh. The smile that, two years ago, would have been partnered with Yongguk’s own, huge gummy one. The smile that used to come when they teased their friends, or shared some quiet in joke across a classroom, or play tackled in Yongguk’s basement bedroom when they had nothing better to do. The smile that had faded to a glare of hatred when Yongguk became the “other guy” to a cheating girlfriend.
He should’ve left. Run away from all the suppressed regrets and unspoken feelings that were threatening to return full forced. But the smile had already turned in his direction and faded from it’s owners eyes.
”Yongguk.” Pleasant enough.
”Daehyun. You look good.”
A slight turn up of the lips. “You look like shit, to be honest, do you sleep at all?”
”Not really. Too busy writing, you know how it is.”
The silence was awkward and tense and lasted all of ten seconds before Daehyun said,
”Well, I guess, I’ll see you around.”
”Yeah. I hope so.”
He really did.
—in which it is the end.
—in which we find out what Jessie was doing during Roffat’s fic, which, if you’re a new reader, you should probably go read or this won’t make sense.
—in which … well stuff happens, okay, just read
—in which there’s a three-week time jump, then shit happens.
—in which Jepp Blackman walks Roffat home, and Jiho is annoyed.
—in which Jepp Blackman performs and Roffat tries not to freak out.
—in which Yukwon introduces an old friend, and Roffat meets a new one.
—in which Roffat is woken up, Jaehyo is depressed, Jiho receives a text and Yukwon disappears suddenly.
—in which Jaehyo is drunk and Jiho shows his overprotective side.
Title: Night, Hyung (drabble)
Word Count: 528
Summary: Yongguk comes home late to find Junhong asleep on the couch.
A/N: *sigh* I never wanted to ship BangLo, but I suppose I can’t say I don’t after this, they’re too adorable *facepalm*. Damn you Lisa and your ability to force feels onto me about certain adorable things ;A;