Summary: Junhyung didn’t view you like you were broken, not like everyone else did. In fact he was helping you to become exactly who you were meant to be.
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, scars (not specified where they are from other than being related to trauma), therapy themes, self conscious themes, some self deprecating themes, crying, semi nudity in a non-sexual way.
Word Count: 1008
The trauma was in the past, but there were still wounds that remained even if they were hidden from most. Sure there were visible scars, ones you kept hidden except to those closest to you, but the real impact was the damage done on the inside where no one else could see. The kind where if you tried hard enough to keep it hidden no one would truly know, even as it tore you apart inside. It wasn’t easy to pick a different path than that, nevertheless, you had. You’d gone to therapy, let people into your life, and worked on using healthy coping mechanisms now. Of course, progress was going as it often does...slowly. There was still a lot that you kept to yourself and maybe there were some things you would never be okay with sharing and that was okay, but you were making progress and knew that you would self-destruct if you kept everything in.
Junhyung knew you were going to therapy and some of the details, he always assured you though that you never had to tell him anything more than you were comfortable with. Despite hearing those words before, from him they truly felt genuine. If you didn’t want to talk about things he’d just tell if you were having a good or bad day by your body language and show you cared in other ways.
Today was one such day, you had gotten home from an involved therapy session and were just emotionally and mentally exhausted. Junhyung was home to be there when you got back from therapy as he always tried to be and immediately noticed how you were feeling. Asking first if his touch would be welcome before pulling you into a hug, just holding you close in his warmth for a few moments, before moving for you to sit down and he massages your shoulders.
“Do you wanna tell me how you’re feeling? Or not that either right now?” He asks softly as his hands gently work on your tense muscles, waiting patiently for any response from you, no matter what it was.
“I just... I feel heavy and gross right now.” You feel that you’re able to express that much right now as you answer him and in return get a hum and a kiss on the cheek as Junhyung thinks about how to help with that.
“Well, why don’t you go take a shower or bath, or whatever you like to decompress some more and try to feel clean. I’ll manage anything else going on right now so you don’t have to worry about anything else.” Junhyung suggests helping you back up and guiding you towards the bathroom, going to get a towel ready and on the counter for you before stepping out.
Junhyung debated for a bit while you were washing up on what to do about you feeling heavy, not sure if that meant you felt like a burden or if it felt like all burden was placed on you currently. Either way he was going to make sure it was at least helped. So he took care of cooking a warm meal and getting things set up for a movie night so you could just settle and focus on something other than life’s responsibilities for a little bit. By the time everything is ready you had already moved to the bedroom to get clothes, him knocking on the door before opening it to get you. Seeing scars on your back and shoulders before meeting your panicked eyes knowing you’d kept those hidden from him. Junhyung’s gaze saddens at the sight of them, but not in a pitying manner as he comes closer. Arms holding you close from behind before you can run away and hide again. He doesn’t ask any questions, letting you have your space even if that space isn’t in the physical sense. After a moment though he pulls back some, fingers tracing the scars with the gentlest of touches before leaning in to start placing a soft kiss on each one.
“Jun-Junyoung what are you doing?” You question tensing for a moment in shock, though not because of his touch at the moment before easing up.
“No one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” Junhyung answers without any hesitation before returning to kissing each scar, “Then after that, you can put on some pajamas and we’ll have dinner while watching a movie. Okay?”
For a moment you’re not sure if your heart stops or shatters in response to his words. He had come home from work only to do so much to support you and still here he was acting as if he wasn’t exhausted himself but instead willing to do whatever to take some of the pain away, past and present. Maybe Junhyung’s actions wouldn’t change a thing about the physical, visible scars, that’s not even what mattered though. His actions and his being there for you now were helping heal the unseen scars even if he didn’t know it. Of course, he was the one who truly made an effort to help you heal, always there to pick up the pieces with you. Delicately holding them while you pieced them together again, even if those same pieces cut him in the process. Ever patient and always knowing that you weren’t the result of your trauma, instead just proudly enjoying being at your side on your journey of finding yourself again.
“Okay...did you cook? It smells good.” You start to become just a tiny bit more conversational as your soul calms down and despite not being able to see it you can feel the say Junhyung’s lips turn up into a smile as he kisses the last of your scars. Grabbing your discarded towel to wrap around your top half again in case you still didn’t want him really looking too much, before stepping away to leave the room again.
“I did. It’s your favorite, and it’ll be waiting for you when you come down.”
Summary: Wookjin has taken it upon himself to torment Jisung as much as humanly possible and their latest comeback doesn't help.
Alternatively, 4k words of Jisung being whipped for Wookjin because libidO demanded that this fic be written.
Warning(s): Oral sex, wooksung being cuties
[a/n]: This is my first OnlyOneOf fic so I really hope you like it!
Jisung shouldn’t have been surprised by the song that his hyung and the maknae wrote, he knew them well enough in the years they had been trainees together but he couldn’t help but both admire and despise their new title track. The song was perfect for their group, something different yet distinctly their style, the only issue was the concept.
He didn’t expect the two men to recommend a boy love theme for their new comeback but the company agreed, knowing that the rather controversial topic will generate a buzz in the industry, giving them good exposure. He noticed the glint in Wookjin’s eyes as they discussed the plans for the photoshoot and music video. The younger caught Jisung staring every time, a knowing smirk etched on his face, making the elder feel hot all over.
Wookjin was undeniably handsome, Jisung had accepted that fact over the years, but he still couldn’t admit to himself that he felt attracted to the younger. It was as if Wookjin had gotten fed up of waiting around for the elder and had taken things into his own hands.
The album recording had been an absolute nightmare as Wookjin stared at him from the other side of the glass, winking at the elder as he sang some of the more sensual lines. He had to stock up on a lot more water than usual for the sessions for when his throat dried up at the younger’s antics. Despite his best attempts to get through his parts without messing up, Wookjin took it upon himself to distract him as much as humanly possible to the point where Kyubin started to notice and told the leader to take a break before continuing.
Jisung was ready to murder his maknae by the time the jacket photoshoot rolled around. The team had suggested a risqué concept for the shoot to match with the mv which meant that they spent all their free time in the gym, working hard to get rid of as much fat from their body as they possibly could. The elder refused to visit the gym while Wookjin was around, knowing full well that that wouldn’t go down well and rather opted to sneak out late at night with whichever member agreed to come with him.
The photoshoot’s aesthetic was pretty and simple, lots of whites, blues and natural light. The only catch was that they were either in half buttoned shirts or completely shirtless for it. Jisung had seen the boys all sort of naked at the dorms where they lived together but something about the setting made it feel a lot more intimate than usual, despite the endless numbers of staff members and cameras around them.
When it was time for Jisung’s solo shoot, he was asked to take the plain white shirt he was dressed in off as sensually as possible. He tried his best, gazing broodily at the camera, his muscles rippling as he worked the garment off his body. It was only him and the camera in the room for him in that moment, mind fully focused on the lens that captured his lithe form.
He only looked away when the director told him that he did a good job, his eyes immediately meeting Wookjin’s from where he was standing next to the camera, his eyes blown wide, breathing visibly heavy.
Quickly buttoning up his shirt, Jisung rushed off the set, heading to the makeshift green room the staff had set up for them. He was lucky that none of the members were there, all of them busy watching Kyubin’s turn in front of the camera. Pressing his hands against the wall, he hung his head and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his rapidly beating heart. Just as he was regaining control over his body, the door creaked open.
“Hyung” Jisung cursed under his breath as Wookjin called out for him. Of all the members, the maknae was the last one he wanted to see in that moment. He pulled his head back up and turned to the younger, praying to the lords that his face wasn’t betraying him. The younger looked genuinely worried as he approached the elder cautiously, a hint of guilt lingering in his voice.
“Isn’t it your turn for the shoot next? What are you doing here, go before the managers have to call for you,” Jisung managed to get most of the words out without his voice shaking too much. The younger hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the elder alone. He grabbed the elder’s wrist and dragged him back to the set before Jisung could complain, pushing him into the nearest chair and rejoining the group just as Kyubin stepped off the set.
Jisung could barely hear what the director was saying as he watched Wookjin quickly shed his shirt and start posing for the camera. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as the maknae toyed with the button of his trouser, eyes teasing. Just as Jisung tried to force his eyes away from where Wookjin’s hands were, the younger pushed the button through its hole, pulling the two ends of the trousers away.
The urge to run away surged up Jisung’s system as he felt himself harden at the younger’s half undressed state. He felt glued to his chair though, his body unwilling to cooperate even as the maknae finished up, thanking the director before heading straight towards him.
“Hyung are you okay?” Wookjin asked, a water bottle clutched in his hand, which he offered to the elder. Not trusting his voice, he just nodded, snatching the bottle from the younger’s hand, and downing half of it in one go. Before Wookjin could ask him anything else, the stylist called for them, ushering them to change into the next set of outfits for the shoot.
The rest of the shoot went without much trouble, the segment with Wookjin and Yongsoo being the only hitch as the director kept asking them to stand closer together. By the end of it, the maknaes were pressed flush against Jisung’s back and the elder tried his hardest not to push them, or specifically Wookjin away.
The younger tried to approach the leader once the shoot wrapped up, clearly wanting to talk but Jisung didn’t have it in him to look the younger in the eyes and pretended to fall asleep in the van on the way back to the dorms. Even when they got back, he only stayed back for a moment to check that everyone had reached back fine before heading to his room and locking the door behind himself.
Leaning his back against the wood, he let his head roll back and hit the door, trying his best to clear his head of the thoughts that had been plaguing him for hours. He slid down to the floor, not having the energy to move to the bed and pressed his knees against his chest. The primal part wanted him to barge right into the maknae’s room and have his way with him but the rational part of him reprimanded himself for even thinking in such a way.
Just as he was about to get off the floor to collapse onto the bed he heard two knocks on his door. He pressed his palms against the cold tile to push himself up onto his feet, straightening up his shirt and wiping away the stray tear that had managed to escape from his eye. As he turned the knob though, he heard the sound of the person outside walking away. Pulling the door open, he noticed Wookjin already halfway down the hall, head hanging.
“Jin-ah?” He called out, flinching internally at how broken he sounded. The younger turned around instantly, his eyes meeting the elder’s. Taking cautious steps back towards Jisung, Wookjin smiled softly, his expression unreadable.
“Hyung, is everything okay?” Jisung wanted to shout at the boy that nothing was okay, that he was a pervert who wanted to sleep with his band mate but the boy’s nervous energy made his heart melt. Extending a hand to place on Wookjin’s shoulder, he shook his head and smiled.
“Of course everything is fine. It’s getting late though, you should get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow” Wookjin’s expression cleared at the leader’s words, the spark in his eyes that had been drowned out by the worry returning with a vengeance. He wished Jisung a quick good night before heading to his room, leaving the elder leaning against the doorframe of his room, mind torn.
Jisung didn’t remember how he managed to get himself out of his clothes and into bed when he woke up the following morning. The war raging in his head seemed to calm down for a bit as he cooked breakfast for the members and got ready for the day of practice ahead of them. Sungho had spent the time between the album recordings and the photoshoot to come up with a choreography for their new comeback, all that was left to do was to learn it.
What he wasn’t prepared for, though, was what the younger did with the bridge portion of the song. They had come up with the idea to use rolls of measuring tape as a prop, the stylists making them custom fingerless gloves to conceal them in their hands. The choreo wasn’t easy, with a lot of moves that made Jisung’s core burn from hours of practice. When they reached the duet between him and Wookjin in the bridge, Sungho revealed his master plan to make the performance extra special.
That’s how he ended up with Wookjin kneeling next to him, his hands caressing his back and lower before he turned and forced himself to work through the moves, pulling the tape out without much of a hitch and wrapping it around the younger’s neck. Having him that close to his pelvis though was a minor, no, major problem, only worsened by the younger reaching from behind him to place his palm against Jisung’s crotch before dragging it sensually along his leg.
It took every ounce of willpower in Jisung’s body to not instantly get hard at the sensations wracking through his system. He could barely look at the younger in the eye as he grabbed him by the jaw and brought him close to his face, their lips inches from touching, nudging him away just as quick and pulling his attention back to the choreo.
He hoped that practicing the dance over and over again would desensitise him to the feeling of having the younger’s hand just where he wanted it but instead it just fuelled the lust. By the end of the session he was not only physically exhausted, body spent from running through the choreo lord knows how many times, but also emotionally exhausted as he struggled to keep his cool. The sultry looks Wookjin gave him through the large floor to ceiling mirrors didn’t help either.
By the time the music video shoot rolled around, Jisung had taught himself to not react to the youngers antics, mostly by relieving himself of all the pent up sexual tension late at night while everyone else was asleep. He pictured the younger’s plump lips wrapped tightly around his length, eager to please. If he felt guilty for thinking of Wookjin like that, the emotion was quickly buried under the waves of pleasure that crashed over him as he came.
Jisung thought that after all the torture he had been put through during the previous few weeks would prepare him for the two day affair that was to follow but fate apparently hated him. The director had gotten him to sit in a tub, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy swim trunks while Wookjin sat next to him, eyes raking over the elder’s mostly naked body.
Things only got worse when they headed outside to shoot a scene with him and the two maknaes. Jisung was handed a bottle of oil and asked to rub it across Wookjin’s chest, and if his hands weren’t already shaking, the younger kept whispering nonsense in his ear, something about picking between him and Yongsoo but all the elder could hear were the little whines that left the younger’s lips as his hand explored his warm skin.
Jisung sighed with relief when the director signalled the end of the scene, before making some witty banter to the camera that was recording behind the scenes footage for the fans. The rest of the scenes were nothing serious, they mostly included some close ups of them gazing moodily at each other for b-roll. The performance portion had a few hitches as the director asked the two to repeat their bridge choreo a few times to get a good shot of it, meaning Wookjin’s hands spent way too long all over his back and crotch.
By the end of the second day they were all exhausted and decided to spend some time enjoying the views of Jeju before heading back. All the while Wookjin was glued to Jisung’s side, hand’s linked together as he pointed towards random things in the distance and made comments that the elder could barely process, his mind overwhelmed with the younger’s presence next to him. He tried not to think about how perfectly their hands fit together, ignoring the butterflies that rose in his stomach as he imagined the younger leaning his head against Jisung’s shoulder, eyes full of love.
In the midst of all the lust that flowed through Jisung’s veins, he had finally taken the time to understand the feeling he had towards Wookjin. Years of denial didn’t make the attraction and affection he felt towards the younger disappear, so he decided to just embrace it for himself, even if it meant pining over something he could never have.
“Hyung,” Jisung was pulled out of his thoughts by Wookjin’s voice. He looked up to see the boy mere inches from his face, eyes bright, smile wide as he rambled about something or the other. Jisung wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss the boy’s plump lips, feel him melt under his fingers but before he could delve too deep into that fantasy, their managers announced that it was time to head back.
The drive back was quiet, most members sleeping their exhaustion away, but Jisung couldn’t sleep with the maknae next to him, talking animatedly at first before slowly growing drowsy and finally falling asleep against the elder. Jisung’s mind flashed back to the thoughts he had about the younger mere hours ago, and it took a lot to keep his heart from racing. He tried to think of himself as a pretty rational man but when it came to Wookjin, Jisung felt like a lovesick puppy.
Stepping out of the van once they got back was a struggle, the maknae sleepily clinging onto Jisung’s arm, refusing to let go. The elder had to practically drag him to his room before dumping him on the bed before he could attend to the rest of the members. Just as he was about to leave the room though, he heard Wookjin call out his name.
Turning around he saw the younger asleep, mumbling the words “hyung” and “I love you” over and over again. Before Jisung’s brain could go to town overthinking what the younger was saying, he put it off as part of some dream the boy was having and left the room as quickly and quietly as he could. Not having the energy to do anything, he fell face first into his bed, falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
The following weeks were spent finalising everything for their comeback, from fitting their stage costumes to posting teasers for the fans on social media. The boys were constantly busy, having to hit the gym before attending hours of practice and endless meetings. Jisung was pleased that the company was keeping him busy, giving him no time to think, or more importantly over think, about everything that had taken place between him and Wookjin.
The younger had also taken a step back from constantly tormenting the elder, a bit overwhelmed and extremely exhausted from all the preparations. The two had fallen back into their amicable friendship, still having fun every now and then with the members around while letting the sexual tension stay on the back burner.
That didn’t last long though, once the days to the comeback went from twenty to ten to five, the stress in Jisung’s system grew rapidly and the younger decided that as the best time to start his antics again, letting his fingers linger for a moment too long when they practiced the choreo, winking at the elder when he pulled him close for the following move. It was getting too much for the leader, especially when he had no time or energy to let out any of that frustration anymore.
It was the night before their comeback, they’d spent the morning on the twitter live stream and the rest of the day filming a few interviews that would be scheduled to roll out at the same time as their album release. The boys decided to spend a few hours running through the dance in preparation for their MCountdown recording the following morning.
“Well done everyone, that’s it for tonight. All the best for tomorrow,” Their choreographer wished as they finished practice, leaving behind him seven exhausted men panting, scattered across the practice room.
Jisung had decided to stay back to practice a bit more, wanting the next day’s performance to be perfect. He told the younger to go back to the dorm but he insisted on staying, apparently wanting to help the elder with the choreo but his eyes said otherwise. Kyubin and Taeyeob were the first to leave, followed quickly by Sungho, Junghyung and Yongsoo, leaving the leader and maknae alone.
With a sigh, Jisung forced himself to get off the floor and moved to the computer in the corner of the room to play the song. He saw the younger join him from the corner of his eye before focusing ahead on the mirror in front of him as he ran through the dance, paying close attention to himself to make sure he made no mistakes. It was always difficult, practicing without the members around but he managed to get everything right, that was until the bridge.
Wookjin smirked at him as he kneeled on the floor next to Jisung, hand pressing into his ass harder than usual as he dragged his hand down his body. The elder swallowed hard, but didn’t break the eye contact as he wrapped the tape in his hand around the younger’s neck and pulled him right up against his crotch. Wookjin didn’t pull away this time, instead he grabbed the elder’s thighs with his strong arms, keeping his nose buried in the elder’s pelvis.
Shocked, the elder attempted to push the younger away but Wookjin resisted, instead bringing one hand up to palm at Jisung’s already hardening length. The song kept playing in the background, the lyrics talking about a natural and undeniable attraction, urging Jisung to give into his desires. Before he could process what he was doing, the elder brought the hand he was using to push Wookjin away and laced it in the younger’s hair, pushing his face harder against the bulge in his sweat pants, letting out a growl at the whine that escaped the younger’s lips.
“You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Wookjin moaned loudly at the elder’s sudden dominance, writhing on the floor from how aroused he was.
“Hyung, please,” Jisung tightened two of his fingers against the younger’s chin, forcing him to look up and into the elder’s eyes, both of their pupils blown wide, breathing ragged as the waves of arousal crashed over them.
“Put that mouth of yours to good use for once,” Was all Jisung said, but it spurred the younger to hastily dig his fingers into the elastic band of the elder’s sweatpants, pulling them down far enough to expose his half soaked boxers. Instead of taking them off though, the younger mouthed at the elder’s length through the wet fabric, making Jisung let out a groan as he threw his head back with pleasure.
“Stop teasing,” He warned, and Wookjin complied, pushing the boxers down to free Jisung’s throbbing cock, all hot and wet from the younger’s ministrations. The maknae took a moment to lick up the elder’s length, mouthing at his balls before making his way back up to the tip and taking it into his mouth.
Jisung tightened his hands in the younger’s hair as he fought off the urge to give in and fuck Wookjin’s throat till he found release. The pleasure shot up his spine like electricity, bringing Jisung to the edge embarrassingly quickly. He had imagined Wookjin like this, lapping at and sucking his cock numerous times but none of the images he had conjured up in his mind came close to the visual in front of him.
The younger wrapped his plump lips around Jisung’s thick cock in the prettiest way, his eyes locked with the elder’s to make sure he was having a good time. He worked his tongue up and down the length, trying his hardest not to gag when it hit the back of his throat. If the younger’s hot and wet mouth wasn’t enough for Jisung, the way Wookjin’s eyes glowed as he stuffed his cock down his throat made him feel like he was in heaven.
When the younger’s tongue brushed against just the right spot, Jisung couldn’t help but buck his hips, making the younger whine loudly as he gagged, his eyes tearing up instantly. Worried that he had hurt Wookjin, the elder tried to pull away only to feel the maknae dig his nails into the back of Jisung’s thighs, signalling him to stay put, which he did.
After a few moments of the tip of his cock just resting against Wookjin’s half open mouth, the younger regained enough control to get back into sucking the elder off, this time with twice the enthusiasm and not even half the care, leading to his face being covered in precum and stray saliva. He reached up to push Jisung’s hand harder against the back of his head, telling the elder to take control.
Jisung only groaned as he finally let himself go, fucking roughly into the younger’s mouth till he found release, not bothering to pull out as he came down Wookjin’s throat. Waves of pleasure rolled over the man as he felt all the pent up tension from months of teasing on the younger’s part finally escape his system. Once he regained his breathing, he looked down to see the same teasing smile that he’d been tormented by for months, but this time it felt different.
Much like the song the younger had written, Jisung had finally given into his desires, his instincts if you will, and he felt liberated. He reached out his hand to help the younger stand up, his own eyes now reflecting the glint that the younger’s had.
“Need some help?” The elder asked, this time making the younger blush at the bluntness of the question as he shook his head. Surprised, Jisung raised an eyebrow, which just made Wookjin look even more embarrassed.
“Wait don’t tell me yo-” Before he could finish his sentence and further humiliate the younger, Wookjin captured the leader’s lips in a passionate kiss, making the two melt against each other. Jisung let his hands wander against the younger’s body, settling at his tiny waist as he reciprocated the intensity the younger showed him.
“Let’s hope you didn’t screw up my throat too bad,” Wookjin joked as they packed up for the night, practice long forgotten. Jisung just laughed, promising to treat the younger to his favourite tea when they got back to the dorms. Their manager didn’t bother giving it a second glance as Jisung threw his hand over the younger’s shoulder, not noticing the knowing smiles they shared as they headed home.
[a/n]: This fic is part of @ksmutclub's Summer of Kiss event. A huge shout out to @birbdae for proofreading this fic, I would have never gotten it out in time had it not been for her.
Posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32809054
Summary: Kyubin found love when he was young, he makes it his own on a trip to Jeju.
Warning(s): boys kissing
[a/n]: My second innings at tipsy drabbles, hope you enjoy it!
It had been Wookjin’s idea to take a trip to Jeju for their semester break. The weather was calm, the warm summer breeze rolling over the shore was humid but not unbearably so. Kyubin had dragged Taeyeob with him, his best friend being well known for hiding indoors whenever possible and refusing to socialise, on the excuse that he was going to be lonely since the other five were dating.
The flight had been short, just over an hour, with Kyubin sitting in the window seat, admiring the view of the vast sea and the island in the distance. Taeyeob sat next to him, dressed in an oversized sweater and large, wire rimmed glasses, reading the magazine that had been tucked into the pouch of the passenger seat in front of him.
The sight pulled Kyubin’s eyes away from the window, the way Taeyeob’s long brown hair spilled out of his mustard beanie catching his attention. A haircut had been long overdue but Taeyeob kept putting it off, saying he liked the way it felt, even if it was pretty unkempt most of the time. Kyubin knew that it was just an excuse to avoid going to the salon, their local hairdresser having a habit of divulging in rather personal topics which made Taeyeob’s already introverted self, more uncomfortable.
They had known each other for forever, it seemed like, with their mothers having been best friends growing up and passing that friendship on to them. Kyubin had always been Taeyeob’s favourite hyung, even when their friend group expanded from two to seven over the course of school and college. They were inseparable, joint at the hip from day one and it felt like it was going to be the same till the end, at least Kyubin hoped so.
Stepping off the plane, they huddled together into a van that took them to the small resort by the coastline, the place having been a popular spot for students travelling on a tight budget. They didn’t bother changing out of their clothes before they dropped their bags in their rooms and ran out onto the beach. Throwing their shoes into a haphazard pile, they dug their feet into the sand and breathed in the salty scent of the sea.
Kyubin ran straight into the water, letting the wave’s crash over his feet, while Taeyeob stood a little bit behind, seemingly apprehensive to get wet. Instead of letting him be though, Kyubin bent down, cupping his hands and splashing his best friend, making him shriek. Taeyeob huffed at his friend before taking it as a challenge, joining him in the water in attempts to get his revenge. They ended up falling over in the process, Taeyeob landing squarely on Kyubin’s firm chest as sand clung to their now drenched clothes. The blush that coated their cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by either of them, not that they mentioned it.
It was only when Jisung whined about them falling sick as the sky turned dark and the weather grew steadily colder that they broke out of their little bubble, getting off the ground and heading inside to shower and sleep. Taeyeob called dibs on the hot water, which Kyubin conceded to because he was physically unable to ever say no to the younger. They cuddled in bed as they fell asleep, unbothered by the fact that there was only one bed in the room, their smiles warm and their hearts beating in sync.
Love had been something Kyubin knew as Taeyeob before he learnt the word. It didn’t matter when or how it happened, to him, all he wanted was to be with Taeyeob, in any way he could. Even when the younger grew from a dorky toddler to a charming young man and drew numerous eyes to himself, Kyubin didn’t bother looking elsewhere, even if it hurt his heart to see him with other people.
The following morning, Junhyung managed to get everyone out onto the deck of the resort, ordering an array of fancy looking drinks for a heavy discount after having charmed the bartender with his sharp features and soft voice. Taeyeob stood by the side bar that ran around the deck, red liquid swirling in the fancy glass he nursed in his hand. Kyubin joined him, plucking the cherry that sat in the younger’s glass and pursing his lips around it, making him whine.
With a smirk, Kyubin bit into it before picking up the one in his own glass and bringing it to Taeyeob’s lips, holding it up just out of his range, pulling it away as he chased behind it. Taeyeob lunged at Kyubin to pull the cherry out of his hand just as the elder popped it in his mouth, leaving the younger with his hands wrapped around his neck.
“Hyung,” Taeyeob mumbled as he watched the cherry disappear behind Kyubin’s pearly teeth. Before the elder could quip back at him, Taeyeob pulled him close, joining their lips and pushing his tongue into Kyubin’s mouth, pulling the whole cherry into his own mouth and pulling away triumphantly. Kyubin barely processed what he was doing before he was pulling Taeyeob in for another kiss, the two of them smiling into it, knowing their hearts were in the right place for once.
