Those smiles were so nice. The way Gabriel looked at him was always so nice. Even in a state like this, Dal appreciated those things. The warmth, the kindness that just seemed to ooze out Gabriel’s every pore reached to the very heart of him. Even back in Seoul, he’d never known this kind of affection. Not from friends or family or even that boy he liked. He never imagined being this happy.
He nearly fell asleep where he sat while Gabriel dried his hair. He was already so tired and the warm air only enhanced that. He teetered a couple of times, flashing a sheepish grin when he started from the wobble. Even Gabriel’s clothes felt nice against his skin. Softer and a little bigger than Dal’s street clothes… which was all he owned. Pajamas haven’t been a necessary part of his life since he arrived in the US. He nestled into them, and Gabriel’s arms, sighing in content. Such a bad night turned into something so magical thanks to this man.
It wasn’t long before Dal was fast asleep. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, his breathing went deep and steady. Instinctively, he curled closer to Gabriel, attracted to his warmth even in unconsciousness. And thus he stayed for most of the night: still and dead to the world. Every now and then, he’d turn in Gabriel’s arms and let out some small sound.
When he did wake, it was late in the morning, almost close to noon. Sleep clung desperately to him and his body felt heavier than usual. And sore in ways it wasn’t used to. Dal blinked a few times, giving his eyes a moment or two to focus before he realized he didn’t know where he was. Not only that, his memory of the previous night was minimal, at best.
Dal bolted upright, panic lancing through him. He was wide-eyed as he looked around. No, nothing was familiar. He couldn’t even hear the familiar ambient noise of the restaurant below him or the city’s sounds outside. Looking down, even these clothes weren’t his. Where was he?
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He nearly fell asleep where he sat while Gabriel dried his hair. He was already so tired and the warm air only enhanced that. He teetered a couple of times, flashing a sheepish grin when he started from the wobble. Even Gabriel’s clothes felt nice against his skin. Softer and a little bigger than Dal’s street clothes… which was all he owned. Pajamas haven’t been a necessary part of his life since he arrived in the US. He nestled into them, and Gabriel’s arms, sighing in content. Such a bad night turned into something so magical thanks to this man.
It wasn’t long before Dal was fast asleep. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, his breathing went deep and steady. Instinctively, he curled closer to Gabriel, attracted to his warmth even in unconsciousness. And thus he stayed for most of the night: still and dead to the world. Every now and then, he’d turn in Gabriel’s arms and let out some small sound.
When he did wake, it was late in the morning, almost close to noon. Sleep clung desperately to him and his body felt heavier than usual. And sore in ways it wasn’t used to. Dal blinked a few times, giving his eyes a moment or two to focus before he realized he didn’t know where he was. Not only that, his memory of the previous night was minimal, at best.
Dal bolted upright, panic lancing through him. He was wide-eyed as he looked around. No, nothing was familiar. He couldn’t even hear the familiar ambient noise of the restaurant below him or the city’s sounds outside. Looking down, even these clothes weren’t his. Where was he?