[ note: contains strong language]
It was cold. Too cold. Too cold for him, he hated it. The chilly weather pricked his skin demandingly, pleading for him to place the jacket he held folded in his left arm, it wasn’t his. The young man stood in front of the dingy apartment, it wasn’t his. He sighed tiredly and ran his hand through his hair messily as he contemplated on whether he should knock on the door, he doesn’t want to see him again. He shouldn’t. It’s becoming a bad habit for him. Gathering the courage, he knocked on the door, trying to imagine the shifting behind the door was the man he kissed drunkenly and blindly last night at the bridge. The man he swore up and down he hated his guts, the man he would watch being burned alive while drinking water, the man who had the softest and prettiest lips than any man or woman he’s kissed.
The wooden door creaked open slowly due to exhaustion, it was really late. What stood behind the door was him. Him being a taller, built man with shaggy jet black hair and dressed with a copper layered skin, wearing a wifebeater and basketball shorts - hanging low on his toned hips, His eyes held lack of sleep which switched into a motion of disdain and humiliation. “Atlas.” The man at the door mumbled with vain, shifting his eyes around Atlas and was about to shut the door immediately before a pale arm stopped him, stopping him from slamming the door in front of his face. “‘Vander please just let me explain mys-” A larger hand was placed on Atlas' chest forcefully, fisting his shirt angrily, his maroon eyes blinded with anger and rage. “Don't fucking call me that. You..fuck-” Evander yelled out but then stammered in frustration, averting his gaze somewhere else and loosed his grip on Atlas then his grip on the doorknob tightened as he stated coldy. “You need to get out of here. I don’t want to see you.”
Atlas just looked down in thought, he’s right. Evander was right. He shouldn’t be here but he wouldn’t live with himself knowing his dumbass affected someone, someone like Evander especially. “Just let me in, please..i’ll explain myself.” Atlas expressed with concern, locking his gaze onto Evander with slight plead and reluctance. Evander paused for a moment, holding his gaze skeptically then sighed sleepily then widened his door open, “make it quick.”
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As Atlas took a few steps behind, he took note of the quiet and unlit atmosphere - he could almost say it’s comfortable, homey..to some extent. After placing the jacket he put his arm on a nearby coat-rack, “you making yourself comfy?” Evander scoffed and eyed the jacket that was placed on the coat-rack. It was his. It was Evander’s favourite jacket he gave to Atlas because he was cold last night. Last night. Shaking his head at the thought, he headed towards the centre room and Atlas followed - huffing out a small “prick” under his breath and continued. His living room was Atlas’s type, clean and warm - with plants decorated around the place in different sizes.
Evander sat at a separate seat, spreading his legs tiredly as he slumped at it and his pristine ruby eyes followed Atlas’s figure steadily, still holding it carefully as he took a seat across him silently. He paused for a moment - sighing quietly and pushed his glasses up, “I’m sorry. For last night.” “I was drunk and- you were the nearest person.” Fucking liar. He was lying right through his teeth. Evander was definitely not the nearest person to him, dragging each other to the bathroom desperately in a party to abuse his lips wasn’t a mistake. He wanted to kiss him that night, Atlas wanted Evander’s hands on his pale waist, on his hips, on his blonde hair and his lips abusing his just like last night. Will he admit that? Definitely not.
“It’s fine–I was..not in control as well.” Evander replied calmly although dripping with exhaustion, rubbing his eyes and continued “It didn’t mean anything, alright? Now get out of my house. ‘kay?” “Okay.Cool.” Atlas nodded, a little surprised by how easy this went, no way it was this easy right? He expected a purple eye, maybe a broken rib..but he could work with his. The blonde stood up with ease and walked up to Evander who just spread his legs wider in confidence? Or just plain arrogance. “Okay.Cool. Goodnight?” "Yeah. Night." Atlas could just move on, finish summer, finish his internship then graduate valedictorian and mock Evander that he’s second best. Easy. Then kiss him again. What?
“God, I hate you. Can I kiss you again?”
“I hate you too. please, kiss me.”
[I had to shorten it out because I'm not sure how lenient is YWS with like- touching? idk how to explain it lol, anyways first work i posted here yipee]
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