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The sky begins turning a dark blue as Jake saunters the streets of town.
He’s aware he should speed up, get to the market, buy that whole-wheat flour, and get back home as quickly as possible. There’s a curfew, a rule, his father―things he doesn’t wish to defy. Yet, Jake is pulled to the nearest coffee shop in search of caffeine, the sour and nasty kind.
Opening the door carefully, pushing it as the sign on the door tells him to do, Jake is welcomed by the strong and distinctive smell of fresh coffee, an aroma he’s not too familiar with as they don’t drink this kind of coffee at home. It only allures him further inside.
The unknown, the thrill of the sun setting down.
“Welcome,” a gentle voice speaks to him, “did you want to order anything?”
“Uh,” Jake utters. He doesn’t even look up. “Yes. Coffee.”
The voice chuckles. “Obviously, which one? We have Caramel Macchiato as the drink of the day.”
Perhaps Jake regrets it a little, walking into the shop. Laments looking up and locking eyes with the barista, a doe-eyed guy with semi-curly hair. It’s idiotic, that Jake feels awkward and stiff all of a sudden, so much he stutters.
“A-alright, I’ll have that one.”
The man smirks and turns around, grabs a cup, and faces him again.
“Great! Name?”
“Jake.”
Another smile. “That’s a pretty name.”
And because Jake is very polite, he nods and allows his lips to curl.
“Thank you.”
He leaves the place with warm hands and a burning face. Jake barely makes it home before his curfew, and his father asks him about the drink in his hand. He’s casual about it, but for some reason, keeps the cup in his room as a souvenir.
It reads: Jake =) Java nice day!
-
Jake only goes back because it’s too early in the morning and he’s seeking something, anything that could keep him awake until the bank opens.
It’s not his fault the same guy is behind the counter and Jake manages to embarrass himself, again.
The plan was to take the first bus to town, arrive just in time for the bank to open, be the first in line, and get it all done by ten a.m. Except, Jake woke up way too early, got onto the wrong bus, and made it to town in less than an hour.
So, the coffee shop calls for him, being one of the few places open.
Jake walks in and instinctively inhales. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills him, and a smile appears on his face. He doesn’t understand why it’s sort of comforting.
“Hey, welcome,” the man greets him, “want something to kick-start your morning?”
“Hey,” it’s strange that Jake can’t look him in the eyes, but he still approaches the counter and pretends to be looking at the menu in the back. “I’ll have a… Black coffee, thank you.”
“Nice, just a sec!”
This time, he doesn’t ask Jake for his name. So he frowns.
“My name is Jake,” stupidly, awkwardly and embarrassingly, he tells the cashier.
“I know.”
How does he even remember? Jake has so many questions, and no answers. He doesn’t get to uncover anything, though, as a client enters the shop and, once Jake has paid, the man’s focus is on the girl behind him.
Taking the incredibly hot cup from the end of the counter, he rushes towards the exit. That’s when someone calls out his name.
“Jake-ssi, grab a cup sleeve, you’ll burn your hands.”
And he does, staring at the ground, cheeks aflame. Of course, this kind of thing only happens to him. Outside, Jake breathes and attempts to calm down. There’s no reason for him to be this embarrassed, actually, it can happen to anyone. Jake just wants everyone’s first impression of him to be favorable.
This isn’t the case.
Jake ends up strolling around town for a bit after finishing up at the bank, empty cup still in hand because he hasn’t seen a trashcan around, weirdly. And as he looks at his watch and decides it’s time to go back home, Jake finally notices it. Another note.
It reads: Jake =) fighting today!
-
The third time is purely Jake’s fault.
Meaning, he approached the coffee shop, talked to the barista, and embarrassed himself willingly in the name of curiosity.
“Hello,” his voice is now registered by Jake’s brain clearly, even if he’s heard it a total of three times. “What may I get you?”
“Uhm, what’s the coffee of the day?”
“Matcha Latte,” he smiles. His eyes glint, and Jake has to look away.
“I’ll have that one, then,” Jake tells him. Ordering isn’t his thing, he usually has a set preference that every single shop is aware of. This is new.
“Didn’t expect that,” the guy mutters, a bit to himself but loud enough for Jake to hear.
“Why?”
“Oh, I just didn’t see you as a matcha-kind-of guy,” Jake frowns at the comment, because how could the man even tell what Jake likes?
“It’s just―”
“Jake, right?”
Nodding, he watches him carefully write something on the cup. “It’ll be ready in a minute.”
Before Jake can realize what he’s doing, before his brain can even process the words coming out of his mouth, he speaks and regrets it instantly.
“What’s your name?”
A smirk. “Heeseung.”
“Okay, I―I’ll go wait there,” Jake tells him, feeling his cheeks turning a reddish color.
“Sure.”
Apparently, a matcha latte takes longer than Jake expected, as he stands by the counter for more than five minutes looking around the shop, at anything but the barista. But Heeseung. Then there’s a hand on his face, moving.
“Your latte is here,” Heeseung says.
“Thank you,” Jake decides to smile, in a friendly manner, except their hands brush and it sends shivers down his spine. He doesn’t understand.
“You’re welcome!”
So Jake flees. Anytime he’s faced with feelings he can’t explain, with situations he can’t handle, with emotions that shouldn’t appear, Jake fades away. This time, it’s the fact that he asked a stranger, out of curiosity, his name. And he blushed when their hands touched. It’s completely weird.
At home, he kneels before his bed and prays. Prays for his health, his parents, and his future. Pray for the mistakes he’s made and the ones he’ll surely make. On his bedside table, there’s a cup with a bit of cold matcha latte.
It reads: Jake =) espresso yourself!
-
His mother hates town.
She was raised in the countryside, so anything city-related makes her nauseous. That’s why Jake is the one in charge of grocery shopping, paperwork, and delivering the family business goods.
“We have a new client,” during breakfast, she comments, and Jake can only think about how terrible their coffee tastes.
“Really?”
“Yes, Kim’s bakery isn’t doing good, so they’re not buying from us as much, and we wanted to expand a bit… Your father found a good café in town that was looking for pastries to display and sell,” his mother explains.
At this point, Jake will get sick of coffee.
“That’s good, Mom, I’m glad,” he smiles and munches on some bread. If there’s one thing Jake will never trade for anything, is his mother’s cooking, her freshly baked bread, and, mainly, the cakes she’d bake for every important occasion. Soft and spongy.
“Can you deliver an order for them today?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll give you the address,” when his mother smiles, Jake feels at ease. “Don’t forget to be here before eight.”
“Sure.”
And for a moment, Jake forgets. He lets those events slip from his memory, Heeseung long gone. That’s it, until he arrives at the address given by his mother.
In front of him is Heeseung’s coffee shop.
He can’t help but sigh, frustrated. It shouldn’t be a problem, at all, because all Jake has to do is deliver some pastries to him and leave. The thing is, the place is captivating, in a certain way. And Jake has made a fool of himself too many times already.
Embarrassing himself again is out of the question.
Jake pushes at the door and walks in, the baked goods in hand, and looks for Heeseung with his eyes. He’s nowhere to be found, and, deep inside, there’s disappointment. Which, again, Jake doesn’t understand.
After all, Heeseung is a stranger.
Instead, there’s another man, tall and slimmer. Dark hair and distinctive moles on his face.
He takes a few tentative spaces until a voice he doesn’t recognize greets him. “Welcome!”
“Hi,” Jake says. His eyes search around for the already familiar man.
“Did you want to order anything?”
“Oh, no, actually, I’m here for―”
Heeseung appears behind him. Jake turns around and is face to face, a bit too close, with him. He notices rather quickly that Heeseung isn’t wearing the shop’s uniform, and he shivers. It’s impossible to ignore.
“He’s here for me, right?”
Jake can only nod.
The other guy simply rolls his eyes and continues cleaning the counter in silence as Heeseung shoots him a glare. Even if Jake tries to make sense of the exchange, he doesn’t come to any coherent conclusions.
“I’m… here to deliver these,” he shifts on his feet, bringing the bag of pastries up.
“Oh, yes, come here,” Heeseung says and begins walking.
Jake follows. Why not?
They reach a door which Heeseung rummages through his pocket to find the key for, and once it’s finally open, they walk into a dark room. Jake feels his skin prickling. Then Heeseung switches the light on and it becomes a kitchen.
“You can leave them here,” he points at a table. Jake obeys and remains still for a second, observing.
He doesn’t understand. How Heeseung can be attractive, charming. Alluring. Jake has a hard time comprehending why his body reacts the way it does when Heeseung turns to face him and smiles, his doe eyes sparkling.
“So, I’ll get going―”
“Do you want some coffee? It’s on the house,” and who is Jake to deny?
He ends up drinking a disgusting cold brew just because he is too shy to even speak, or perhaps it’s because it wasn’t made by Heeseung, but by the other boy. Still, Heeseung writes his name with that black pen and hands it to him.
Once outside, the first thing Jake does is look at the note.
It reads: Jake =) thank you a latte!
-
A routine settles, then.
Delivering his family business goods was never, ever fun. Now, though, Jake can’t wait to wake up and have to run to town just to visit Heeseung, or, well, hand him his order.
The coffee shop is always so welcoming, so comforting. Jake arrives and Heeseung or the other boy, who he has learned is named Sunghoon, are there smiling, ready to give Jake free coffee in exchange for each delivery. Although it’s mostly on Heeseung’s part.
He doesn’t think about the consequences, doesn’t think about the future of it all. Jake simply enjoys for the time being the warmth that spreads all across his body every time his eyes meet Heeseung’s.
It’s for the best, to not think about it.
“You still haven’t repeated an order,” Heeseung tells him, one day.
“I like the surprise, I guess,” Jake replies. He doesn’t. He’s just a mess.
“Really? Can I recommend something, then?”
Well, maybe Jake will allow it this time.
“Of course.”
“Great, just wait a min,” Heeseung turns his back on him, but Jake can tell he’s writing his name down, and probably a silly message. Then he begins making the coffee and Jake makes sure Sunghoon is far away because he’s scared of another awful drink.
“Hyung, what’s taking you so long?” Sunghoon asks him, “there are other clients.”
Heeseung just bumps into him and hands Jake his drink.
“Enjoy,” he says, smiling, and something inside Jake turns into putty, melting.
“Thank you!”
Now Jake understands why Heeseung was taking a long time, he doesn’t even get to taste the coffee, too busy staring, wide-eyed, at the note on the side of the cup.
It reads: Jake =) call my anytime +82-2-051-3595 xoxo -hs
-
He doesn’t know why he does it, why he continues pushing on something that’s clearly going to give him a headache later on.
But Jake supposes if heaven is sending him a friend, he must take it. Alone most of the time, Heeseung being an addition to his life wouldn’t hurt at all.
So he texts him one night.
Jake
Hey!! it’s me Jake
from the coffee shop
I deliver pastries to you
Heeseung
Heyyy
You had me at Jake
No one else is called that around here, you know that?
Jake
I mean
one never knows right?
Heeseung
True
What are you doing?
Jake
Just preparing for bed
sorry i texted at this hour
Heeseung
It’s okay
Are you coming tomorrow?
Jake
I think so
probably
Heeseung
Good
Then have a nice rest
See you tomorrow, Jakey
For some reason, Jake feels himself blushing. It’s definitely reaching a point in which it’s worrying.
Sunghoon is the one greeting him the next day, Heeseung nowhere to be seen.
“Hello! What may I get―Oh, it’s you,” he says, a bit disappointed to see Jake.
“Sorry,” apologizing, Jake sets the pastries on the counter, “Heeseung-hyung isn’t here?”
He can see Sunghoon smile smugly.
“Nope, he left a few minutes ago.”
And he knows Sunghoon can see the glint of discontent in his eyes.
“Oh, okay,” Jake turns to leave but stops right at the entrance. This time, he chooses to stay. No matter how embarrassing it might get.
Settling on a table outside, Jake waits and waits for Heeseung to show up. He doesn’t why he does it, there’s a strange force, weird thoughts, urging him, to continue pursuing this relationship with him. Of course, it’s futile to ignore them. Jake is very dedicated. When he’s been sitting there for more than an hour and Heeseung is still missing, Jake worries.
Jake
Where are you?
Heeseung
Oh sorry, I ran into someone and we are having lunch
Why?
Jake
Oh
it’s nothing
Heeseung
Are you sure?
Jake
Yes
have fun!
At home, by his bed, Jake prays. For health, for his parents, and forgiveness. He prays to be forgiven of his sins, his thoughts, those intrusive little demons that gnaw at his brain at night.
There’s no note, no message, so Jake lays on his back and stares at the ceiling until sleep takes over his body.
-
Jake is sort of refusing to go back to the coffee shop, still feeling a bit hurt.
There’s truly no reason for him to feel like that. Jake does anyway, because he’s like that, self-centered and stupid. A feeling like jealousy shouldn’t exist, shouldn’t be allowed, especially when Jake has only known Heeseung for three weeks, now.
When his mother begins suspecting, he reassures her nothing is going on, and grabs the pastries, walking towards the bus stop.
Heeseung is extremely good-looking. Jake won’t ever deny it, no matter how anti-natural it might be. There’s nothing wrong with thinking a guy is handsome, Jake is aware, but for him, for his body to react the way it does, it’s simply weird. Now, Heeseung has the nerve to wear a tank top, showcasing every single fiber of his muscles, his strong arms, apron not covering even half of it.
Jake despises him, truly.
It awakens something inside. And maybe it’s the fact that Jake hasn’t even kissed a girl in a long time, or perhaps the sight of skin is scaring him and he’s afraid, not aroused.
Then, Heeseung turns around with the prettiest smile. It’s so unfair.
“Hey! You’re here, I was worried,” he says.
Gulping, Jake nods and places the baked goods on top of the counter. “I just―missed the bus.”
“You live far from here?”
“A bit.”
“Let me drive you next time,” Heeseung offers. Jake doesn’t want to.
He wants to hide, he wants to go away. He wishes it could disappear, the erratic heartbeat and sweaty palms. It’s not okay, not normal.
“It’s fine, hyung, I get around just fine, so―”
“Hey, let me give you a hand, okay?”
Jake only nods because Heeseung leans in, the counter in between them, and he can feel his breath.
“Can you make me… something cold?” He then requests.
Heeseung raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes.”
So, once Heeseung is done scribbling on his cup and making his drink, he places it in front of him, a proud smile on his face. There’s something, a hidden clue, behind his eyes. It infuriates Jake that he can’t read him correctly. Or as much as he would want to. He’s crossing his arms, muscles flexed, his skin a bit tanned. Why is Jake suddenly paying attention to those details?
He doesn’t understand.
“Thank you, I have to go now,” Jake grabs it, and before Heeseung can utter a word, he’s fleeing.
There’s a collection of cups stored in a box under Jake’s bed. He adds this one.
It reads: Jake =) are you hot?
-
For the first time in his life, Jake is breaking his curfew.
Or, is about to.
He missed the last bus he needed to take to get home, and his curfew starts in approximately twenty minutes. There’s no way he’s making it in time if he walks. And, because Jake is the luckiest person alive, it begins raining.
Taxis don’t even exist in town, at this hour. He’s utterly doomed.
Heeseung appears, then. Shouting, at that.
“Jake! What are you doing?” He’s standing outside the coffee shop, under the small roof. Jake sighs and almost, nearly curses. Heeseung signals for him to go over.
So Jake doesn’t defy the deity that put him there, he walks towards him, drenched, and greets Heeseung who’s staring at him with wide eyes.
“Uhm, I just lost my bus,” he confesses.
“You should’ve come here, remember I told you I could drive you home?”
“Yeah, but, I didn’t wanna bother you…” a droplet slides down from his hair to his face, and when Heeseung reaches out, lifting a hand, Jake pulls back and breathes in. “Do you have a towel?”
“I do, wait a second. Come on in, I was about to close anyway,” Heeseung doesn’t seem affected by Jake rejecting him, or maybe it wasn’t rejection for him, he was just being kind and Jake took it the wrong way.
It pains him.
Heeseung comes back with a towel in one hand and what appears to be a white shirt in the other.
“Here, the bathroom is back there, you can dry yourself and change,” he points at the back and grins. “Don’t worry about the shirt, I swear it’s clean.”
Of course, Jake can’t resist him. He smiles back, grabbing the stuff from him and heading towards the bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror, Jake can’t feel but feel pathetic, because his first impulse is to put the shirt up to his nose and smell it.
And it definitely smells like coffee and Heeseung’s perfume. It’s not fair, to him, to anyone, really.
Once he’s dry and dressed, he walks back into the shop, finding Heeseung waiting by the door, an umbrella in hand.
“My car is parked outside.”
“Okay.”
The drive isn’t awkward at all, which, surprises Jake to the point he physically frowns when the atmosphere feels light and calm. Heeseung puts on music that Jake doesn’t dislike, nor likes, or―he doesn’t know. Jake isn’t focused on the music at all, not when Heeseung’s hands are gripping the wheel and he has this serious, focused look on his face.
There’s too much to analyze. And Jake’s leg begins bouncing.
Heeseung places one of his hands on his knee. It burns. “Woah, you okay?”
“Yeah, just―need to be home before eight.”
It’s the truth, after all.
“We’ll make it, don’t worry,” he assures.
So Jake nods, trusts, waits.
They make it in time, and before Jake can bolt once again, Heeseung is holding his arm. There’s electricity, then, at the contact. Jake supposes it’s like rubbing against a wool sweater.
“Wait,” he says. “Take this.”
It’s his umbrella.
“Why?”
“Just in case―”
“My house is right there―”
“Just take it,” Heeseung insists.
Jake takes it, and is thankful once Heeseung drives away, because he lied to him, told him to stop a block before his house. Just in case his parents notice something strange.
But the way his heart beats irregularly, and his face heats up, should be more concerning than his father knowing someone drove him home.
Later in his room, Jake hangs the umbrella to dry. He finds a tag on it.
It reads: Heeseung’s property, stealing is not allowed
-
“Y’know, you can admit you come here only for Heeseung-hyung,” Sunghoon tells him one day.
“Huh?”
“It’s insufferable, to watch you two. I thought about resigning two times, that’s a lot,” he continues.
Jake doesn’t understand.
“Sunghoon, leave him alone,” is the first thing Heeseung says as he enters the shop.
“I didn’t do anything!”
When Heeseung rolls his eyes, Jake chuckles, he can’t help it. Lately, he’s been unable to hide his reactions to Heeseung’s behavior. It’s unnerving. Truly, all Jake wants is to spend time with him, and it doesn’t have a proper explanation, which drives him crazy. Of course, they’re good friends already. Something is off about that, though.
Then it happens.
“Heeseung-hyung!” A blonde boy appears behind him and hugs him from behind, and Jake swears his stomach drops when he watches Heeseung’s face melting into the fondest smile.
“Sunoo-yah, how are you?”
“Great, just came here for my favorite coffee,” the boy named Sunoo replies.
Sunghoon snickers beside him.
“Mmh, of course, go ahead,” Heeseung continues smiling, and once Sunoo detaches from his body, he walks up to the counter.
“Can you make it?”
Jake raises one eyebrow. Why Heeseung, if Sunghoon is right there?
“Yep,” still, Heeseung rushes to serve him. “Same as always?”
“You know me so well,” Sunoo gives him a wink.
There’s a fire in Jake’s throat. He wants to yell, and at the same time cry, so he settles for swallowing. It’s so sharp, the lump. Sunghoon doesn’t seem too happy about the situation, rather angry.
What hurts the most, truthfully, is seeing Heeseung drawing and writing on Sunoo’s cup as he does to his. It’s deep, profoundly, that Jake finally snaps. Breaks.
It was meant to happen.
Jake huffs and stans straight. “I’m leaving.”
He doesn’t know why he announces it, but it also feels rude to leave without saying anything. Heeseung blinks and frowns.
“Already?”
“I already delivered your order. That’s why I’m here,” he says.
Heeseung looks hurt, so Jake leaves.
He runs away, like a coward, with empty hands and a shattered heart. Jake feels a tear dribbling down his cheek as he walks pathetically to the bus station. Maybe in another life, Jake will be able to give more than what he asks for.
In another universe, another reality, he’ll be capable of understanding and accepting himself. Today, here, Jake simply vanishes.
As he always does.
Prays at night for his health, for his parents, for forgiveness, and acceptance. For God to accept him and his sins, for salvation.
May he be saved.
-
Heeseung finds him quicker than he expected.
When Jake avoids him for an entire week, having his father deliver the pastries to the shop, Heeseung seemingly does the impossible to search for him. And he locates him, after all.
Jake is walking out of the market when Heeseung appears in front of him, their bodies crashing together.
“Sorry―”
“Are you avoiding me?”
As Jake looks up, he encounters the true face of concern. Heeseung looks incredibly worried.
“No… I―”
“You were,” Heeseung affirms. “Why, though?”
“I don’t… I don’t know, hyung,” sadly, Jake is unable to give him an answer.
“Do you wanna talk somewhere else?” He offers, “I mean, we’re in the middle of the street.”
“Okay,” and Jake doesn’t understand. He will never be able to understand. The effect and power Heeseung has over him.
So Heeseung leads him to the coffee shop, which was expected, except once they’re inside and Jake greets Sunghoon, a bit disappointed that they’re not alone, Heeseung grabs his hand. He holds it, pulls at it, and guides Jake towards the back, where there are stairs and apparently another room.
“Sorry, didn’t want Sunghoon all up in my business,” he says closing the door, “this is my apartment.”
It’s so not Heeseung at all. Or at least, not what he gives the impression of being. There’s a big television, and a big couch, and the walls are so bare it nearly looks as if he moved in yesterday. Jake giggles.
“What?”
“Why is your apartment naked ?”
Heeseung scoffs. “Excuse me? You’re a brat.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
They both end up laughing, loudly, and it heals Jake’s heart. He needed that.
“What got you so sulky?”
Now that’s a question Jake wants to avoid so badly, but something inside his brain tells him he should tell Heeseung. Explain that a fit of jealousy made him pull away and he doesn’t know why.
“I just… That Sunoo kid made me feel weird, I don’t know, I didn’t like how you―well, how you treated him,” Jake lets out.
He can see Heeseung gulping.
“Really?” Seemingly, Heeseung understands immediately. “You are jealous of Sunoo ?”
“Jealous?”
“Aren’t you? Darling, he’s in love with Sunghoon, it’s a lost cause,” and Jake almost chokes when that word comes out of Heeseung’s mouth. He hides it incredibly well, still.
“Oh…”
“And I already like someone else, too.”
Jake’s world dissolves once again.
“That’s… good for you, hyung, I―” he clears his throat and Heeseung actually chuckles. He laughs at him. “I better get going.”
Almost dramatically, Jake turns around, and as he places his hand on the doorknob, Heeseung takes hold of his arm.
“Tell me something, Jake,” he utters. Jake shivers as his voice lowers. “Look at me.”
Jake does.
“Would you kiss me?”
It’s unfair. That’s what it is, because Heeseung has it so easy, he can so effortlessly say it, while Jake dies a bit inside every time the fleeting thought crosses his mind. Because Jake would, Jake would kiss Heeseung. And it’s not okay, not at all. The cross dangling on his necklace presses heavily on his chest.
“I―”
“Sorry, that was too much, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have―”
Jake looks up and simply closes the gap. He closes his eyes and allows himself to be free, to let go. He doesn’t think about praying at night, or how his parents would react, or society’s expectations. Jake kisses Heeseung as he pleases, and for once in his life, breaks a rule.
It doesn’t last more than ten seconds.
“Jake, darling, it’s fine, you don’t need to… Kiss me, like, I feel like I’m forcing you because I like you, and―”
“You like me?” He asks him, genuinely surprised.
“Are you… for real?”
“What?”
“I thought it was obvious, since the first time I laid eyes on you,” Heeseung tells him. Jake can’t believe it.
“You were… flirting?”
“Wasn’t it obvious?”
“No?” Jake frowns.
“I literally gave you my number written on a coffee cup,” he mentions.
“Yeah, well, I thought you wanted to be friends…”
Heeseung lets out a resonating laugh. It’s sweet, because it keeps echoing around Jake’s head.
“Friends? Nah, I want you, baby,” his hands creep up Jake’s waist, holding him, and he leans in so their noses touch. “So, tell me. Tell me you don’t want it.”
It’s heavy, on Jake. Yet the desire overtakes him. His eyes fix on Heeseung’s lips, so he bites and licks his, and then gazes back into Heeuseung’s golden and large eyes.
“I want you, hyung,” Jake utters, sweetly, and he can feel his tone softening like honey.
Heeseung’s lips are back on his with more passion this time, keeping it slow, with such finesse that it makes Jake’s insides turn into mere putty, mesh. He kisses back earnestly, and Heeseung hums against him, tightening his grip on his waist. Jake loves it, he adores the feeling. Being held and kissed and then Heeseung is cornering him against the door and Jake really can’t help but let out a whine.
“We should stop,” says Heeseung. Jake doesn’t pay any attention to him.
Their mouths meet again, and it’s been such a while since Jake has last been kissed, touched, he’s so starved. He wants Heeseung to hold him forever, with his strong arms and veiny hands, those warm lips on him.
“H-hyung,” Jake mutters when Heeseung fully pulls away.
“Not now, darling,” he kisses his forehead, “let’s get you a cold brew .”
“I hate cold drinks.”
“Why did you drink them, then?”
“Because of you.”
Heeseung caresses his cheekbones.
“You’re an idiot.”
Maybe he is. And perhaps he’ll regret this later, but now, it feels right. To hold and be held. To kiss and be kissed. To like a boy.
When he prays that night, he prays for health, for his parents, for acceptance, and finally, for peace. To find a peaceful life, to be at ease every day.
The cup of that day is a memorable one. Jake keeps it on a shelf instead of a box.
It reads: Jake ♡ you mocha me crazy