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Kiss it better - HoonHao

The group had been practicing for hours on end for their upcoming performances.

The closer the day drew near, the more stressed out they became.

Days before they even had the chance to do the practice stages, one of their members, Lee Jihoon, fell and injured himself.

Nobody really questioned it though seeing as they knew he had already missed on two nights of sleep. And believe them, they tried to convince him to stay and rest, but of course, he was one of the most persistent people ever.

“See what happens when you don’t listen?” Seungcheol asks smugly and it takes everything in Jihoon not to stand and hit him.

Seungcheol, noticing this, took a slight step back, but not too much as he still had to go to Jihoon’s aid.

He knew he that they were having a rough time as it was and if they were, that meant the staff and manager were having an even rougher time so none of them wanted to go and bother on that side.

“Jihoon,” Seungcheol tries and he breathes out in relief when the younger boy looked up silently, “Let’s get you back to the dorm, okay?"

His eyes shift to the ground where his foot was outstretched as Chan held a water bottle against it in hope that it would help with any swelling.

The younger didn’t know any better and although puberty had hit him like a truck, his actions were filled with kindness and innocence.

As Seungcheol walks over, Chan hesitates a bit before a hand touches his shoulder and gently guides him away from his hyungs.

Jihoon watches their group leader send a silent thank you to the performance unit leader, Soonyoung who had been the one to guide their maknae away.

Before anything else can distract him, Seungcheol places his arms where necessary as he picks the youngest unit leader up bridal style.

"I’m taking Jihoon to the dorm!” Seungcheol yells out to the rest of the group who all scowl.

“We know this, Cheol. We were all around you two when you mentioned it,” Jeonghan says curtly before picking up one of the bottled waters by his foot and walking off to find Joshua who had went to retrieve a towel.

In response, Seungcheol rolls his eyes, holding back a remark as he adjusts his hold on Jihoon and walks out.

“Did you only hurt your ankle?” Seungcheol asks as he exits the building moments later and starts the long walk back to the dorm; he knew it would be especially long if he was carrying Jihoon.

It wasn’t that he was heavy, but he just walked slower when carrying others.

They didn’t get very far when they heard a call coming from somewhere near them.

Jihoon’s head ducked against Seungcheol’s chest whereas the latter looked around, eyes scanning the area as he searched for the owner of the voice.

And when it eventually landed on the owner, Seungcheol was mentally cursing to himself for forgetting that he had sent Minghao to go and buy ice-packs at one of the stores seeing as the younger happened to be at the convenience store buying them each a snack.

“Cheol-hyung, Jihoonie-hyung? What happened?” Minghao asks as he stops before the two, holding two packets; one of them dripping as the ice had already begun to melt.

“Jihoon fell and hurt himself.”

Minghao eyed the two for a good few minutes before he broke into another grin and shook his head, “I’ll take Hoonie hyung home for you, Cheollie hyung, the younger offers, quickly adding, "I’m not feeling well anyway,” when he saw the elder about to protest.

It was Seungcheol’s turn to eye the youngest of the three before sighing and giving in.

He knew Minghao got sick more often than the rest of the group and therefore, he believed that Minghao was being honest; he never doubted Minghao being the innocent member that he was.

And so, Seungcheol hands over Jihoon who is taken bridal style by Minghao.

“Use the ice-pack on his ankle to reduce swelling and check if he got hurt anywhere else, please Minghao,” Seungcheol’s tone is authoritative and protective like that of a father’s as he takes the packet containing their snacks before he dashed off in the direction of the building once again.

As the two watch him, Jihoon scoffs, “You’re perfectly fine, you little liar.”

“Shut up,” Minghao replies, rolling his eyes as a playful grin appears across his face, “Now let’s get you back. You really are clumsy, aren’t you?” Minghao asks making the other glare because whenever they were alone, the younger would do this.

Once he’d even told Jun that Minghao was teasing him and all the other Chinese member did was laugh and nod, not believing him at all.

The walk wasn’t long at all.

Seungcheol always tended to over-exaggerate when it came to the walk back to the dorm.

Minghao opens the door with one hand after unlocking it and shoves the door open before a giant grin appears across his face.

Knowing this look, Jihoon’s eyes narrowed into slits as he asked, “What?”

“This is how married couples enter~” Minghao says and bursts out into a fit of giggles as he watches his long term crush turn the brightest shade of red he had ever seen; even tomatoes would be jealous at this point in time.

“Yah! Just put me down, Minghao-” Jihoon starts but his eyes widen as Minghao places him on the couch and goes onto his knees on the couch, arms on either side of the elder as he looks into his eyes.

Minghao was tired; not from exhaustion but rather from the fact that he had kept his feelings hidden for so long from Jihoon.

The entire group knew, but of course, Jihoon was always in his studio and was extremely oblivious when it came to these things so this time, he’d decided to initiate the first move and that was why when he saw Jihoon being carried by Seungcheol, he offered to do this.

Jihoon hated skin-ship, but for some reason, when Minghao leaned forward and kissed the nape of his neck, he didn’t say anything.

“Where else did you get hurt, hyung?”

Jihoon doesn’t respond and gasps when Minghao nuzzles his head into the crook of the other’s neck, his hair tickling the skin and creating goosebumps.

“Sh- shoulder.”

Minghao nods and kisses the other’s shoulder.

“Where else can I kiss better?” Minghao asks again, but this time, doesn’t give Jihoon the chance to respond when he looks up at him directly and whispers, “I like you, Lee Jihoon,” before he kisses the tip of his nose.

And suddenly it all made sense; the teasing, the nicknames, the playful glances and the more than usual skin-ship. And these words wamred Jihoon’s heart and chest because when the other said them, Jihoon finally understood his feelings.

He finally understood everything.

Jihoon’s face was flushed and his voice shaky, but he managed to force out a reply that mixed with a sigh, “I like you too, Xu Minghao,” before he’s kissed against his lips gently.

The two pull away soon enough and Minghao jumps up as he goes to retrieve the ice pack, returning moments later and placing it against Jihoon’s ankle, the latter hissing softly before closing his eyes.

“Jihoon?”

“Hm?”

“Did I kiss it better?” Minghao asks in that innocent tone that Jihoon missed.

“A lot.”