Dejun has eyes of fire.

Eyes that not only see you, but consume you.

Burn you whole.

Wildfire eating away at an arid wasteland. No resistance, no air to breathe in.

But that is part of the thrill, and Yangyang kind of likes it.

"We're out of milk," Dejun's habit of mumbling when frustrated is at play again.

The cool light from the refrigerator draws across his face, highlighting that small nose pinch Yangyang both hates and adores.

"What?" Yangyang dares asking, tiptoeing on the cold floor by the door, although he did manage to hear it the first time.

It isn't Dejun's words that is the cause of confusion, it's the tone laced thick in his voice. Cold. Tense. Yangyang's smile slowly fades.

The empty milk carton slams against the kitchen counter—the sound resonating, hollow, "we're out of milk," Dejun repeats.

He sweeps past Yangyang, quick and effortless like the evening breeze. Impossible to catch with your hands.

"I think it's better if you move out," he says, words barely audible, but every single one resonates, albeit this time only in Yangyang's head.

Here, drawn by magnetism
You and I met
Even if we avoid it
We know we'll still collide in the end

IMLAY feat. Yangyang - "Asteroids"

I don't even know how to think
'Cause now she got your heart so I feel
Stupid, foolish, afraid, I'm losing
Everything I thought I couldn't
My whole world is falling apart

(G)I-DLE - "I do"

Oh, my heart lies when I liе with you
Got stars in my eyes, light the sky for you
I know we won't last and you know it too
So baby, while it lasts, let me lie with you

TEN - "Lie with you"

This story is also heavily inspired by Taylor Swift's Say don't go.

• This story includes: cursing, drinking, smoking, sexual scenes. Slight angst, but not in the same way I used to. It's still there though, don't worry. ;'') Other than that, no crazy stuff this time.

• I am not going to put warnings in the chapters; the story has the mature label, if you've chosen to click on it, it's your own decision.

• A boyxboy story - if you don't like that, simply don't read.

• English is not my first language, I apologize for whatever mistakes that will occur. I read through all chapters 50+ times (not exaggerating here), rewriting over and over. I honestly don't think I've ever rewritten anything this many times. My bf has been my beta reader (and don't worry, he's definitely not biased, quite the critic actually!), but some mistakes might still have slipped through.

• LONG chapters! And by that I mean 4100+ words, definitely longer than I usually do.

• I've really tried my best this time, to not make things happen too fast (=too unrealistically). Some might think it's too boring, but I do hope some of you will still like it.

• SLOW updates, due to work and personal stuff, but I hope the long chapters will make up for it.

• I do not ship idols in real life.

• Whatever written here is no relation to or how I view the real life idols. WayV is my ULT group, and their various looks and performances simply inspire my writing.

• I write as an outlet for my emotions that tend to bottle up, it is just a hobby that I enjoy.

• When writing RPF I think of the idols as actors. Again, nothing written has anything to do with them as real people, besides their names and looks.

• Yes, I will include all members of NCT, some will appear more than others (they're just so many, okay). This story also features AESPA members, and Chinaline from SVT.

(No NCT WISH members tho, they're too young, and I don't even know all of their names yet sorry)

• This story has no actual location, but if you'd like just imagine it taking place in Seoul.

• No translation/reposting, thank you.

• Don't be a hater. If you don't like the story, just stop reading. :)

• But most importantly; have fun and enjoy! And if you like this story, please don't hesitate to leave a vote and/or comment, it really motivates me to keep writing. Thank you <3