“If you step on Asteria while you’re here, I’ll step on YOU.”
Never mind that Moonbin doesn’t know who Asteria is or anything, or the fact the small bundle of fluff is currently sitting atop his kitchen counter. Kris is a cat father now, and he’s over protective to say the least. You’ve been replaced by a kitten, Bin, sorry.
@venerealprovocation didn’t like anything for a starter but gets one bc demanding!!
“I spy with my little eye a little bitch ass fucker.”
Cue Kris just- latching onto Moonbin with a grin curling full tiers and a chuckle springing to life. Did he miss him?? Nah, not at ALL. Unless you count the aching hole in his heart as missing him, in that case, shit yeah he did. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to really voice it. Because when has Kristopher Seung ever been good with words and feelings and stuff??
Exasperated sigh. Delicate flush over cheeks. “I said--” Why did Kris have to repeat himself?? Why did Moonbin suffer from exceptionally intolerable selective hearing?? It was hard enough saying it once, thank you very much, but having to say again was even worse. Taking a careful step towards the latter, Kris’ chest puffed up a little, jaw setting firmly to try and appear as confident as ever. “What I said was, would you like to... to g-go out with me.” Confidence plummeting, voice stuttering, oh no, he really fucked up this whole facade he had going on. “Like. Like a date.”
▲ five times my muse thought about kissing yours,
and the one time they did.
@venerealprovocation!!
The first time is weird, wanting to kiss someone so young. Although, these days, kissing someone when you’re ten isn’t all that young. But when it’s two boys?? And you’re aware enough to know that that apparently isn’t the norm?? Well, it’s definitely enough to scare poor little Kris out of his mind. It’s a day where neither him nor Moonbin are needing to patch themselves up, it’s a quiet day where they sit on the swings and talk with soft smiles and Kris’ hand grasping the smaller boy’s ever so gently. Because even though he’s aware, it doesn’t make him any less clingy. It’s nice, feeling the sensation of their fingers laced almost perfectly together. But when he looks over at Moonbin, mid conversation about how their lives will be when they can finally live alone together, there’s an urge swelling in the pit of Kris’ stomach, one that makes him want to lean over and gently press his lips to his. And it’s strong enough that he chooses to go home a little earlier that day, despite the sadness that washes over both of their visages.
A few years later, the second time comes and Kris is perched up on the roof of his house, Moonbin down on the ground and staring up at him with a hard look in his gaze. The former is beaten and bruised, patched up of course, but injured all the same and it’s not smart of him to be up so high when the world spins even when he’s on ground level. But who is Kris if he doesn’t do stupid shit?? It’s the way Moonbin looks from this height, the obvious dent between brows in a frown that seems much too worried, the way the sun comes from behind and illuminates the stray bits of hair sticking out from where he hadn’t quite managed to smooth it out. And he entertains the thought of getting down from his ridiculous position, taking the younger’s face carefully in his hands and kissing him right then and there. For all the people in the neighbourhood to see. He only comes out of it when he hears shouting of his name, Moonbin whining for him to hurry up and come down because it’s cold, and Kris obeys with a fond smile and a nod before making his way down.
It’s been years now, they both look different, are different, but Kris is home now and old feelings stir almost as soon as he lays eyes on Moonbin. And so, the third time comes around when they’re sitting on the couch, watching something ridiculous on the TV and having more fun commentating than watching. It’s when Moonbin’s head falls back, laughter shaking through his frame to the point there’s nearly no sound leaving his chest and Kris is so completely transfixed, his own laughter falling silent. Bright eyes rake themselves along his frame, a shaky breath deflating his lungs and before he can stop himself, before he even realizes, he’s shifting forward. Closer, closer, impossibly closer for Moonbin to not notice, and he does eventually. Lifts his head up and turns to face Kris, a beaming grin on his features and the way the elder startles and jerks back, a blush clear as day on his features must be comical. He’s quick to distinguish any suspicion when he goes back to lean across the other, reaching for the remote with a shy smile curling at his lips.
Fourth time and it’s getting clear that Kris should just man the fuck up and do it. He’s drunk this time, though, the world’s a little hazy when he stumbles to Moonbin’s and walks in saying something about how he’s home. Like he’s forgotten this isn’t actually his home at all but it feels more like home than the apartment he has, perhaps it has more to do with the person who lives there than the actual place itself. But he wanders in with a dorky grin, almost tripping over his own feet as he fumbles to get his shoes off before making his way over to a what seems to be a very sleepy Moonbin. Sleep clinging to his voice when he asks him where he’s been, an offhanded reply spouts from Kris when he goes to flop down onto the couch next to the younger, and he doesn’t think much when he wraps an arm around his shoulder and tugs him against his side. Close and tight as he ventures to nose against his jaw clumsily, mumbling about just how pretty his best friend is. In the most platonic of ways, of course. And it’s the closest he’s gotten to kissing Moonbin the whole time, and maybe he’d actually go further if it wasn’t for the way he slowly drifted off to sleep with his face buried against the younger’s neck with a barely audible goodnight, Binnie.
It’s not often Kris finds himself craving love and affection after a spiraling mood drop that sends him doing something stupid, but when he’s shuffling into Moonbin’s place, head hanging and shoulders hunched, the fifth time comes around and this time it’s a lot harder to ignore. Because he feels bruises blooming on his skin, feels droplets of crimson sliding over ruined flesh and all he wants right now is to be held for a bit. So when his best friends him, trying his hardest to patch himself up on his own in the bathroom, it’s with steady hands that he takes over silently. There’s hardly a word spoken between them, but kisses are left over each bruise, each bandage, a gentle brush of lips that makes Kris sort of want to cry just a little bit. And when Moonbin takes his face gently in his hands, tilts his cranium this way and that to examine the damage left behind, the fighter almost closes in, so incredibly close before the younger pulls back a little and a puff of a sigh leaves his lips. Silence falls over them once again, and before anyone can say anything, Kris is slowly standing from his place situated on the edge of the bath to flash Moonbin a chaste smile, a hurried thank you, before scrambling out of there with his heart in his throat for a completely different reason than just his craving to kiss him.
Sometimes, though, the craving will hit out of no where, for no reason at all -- no previous activity causing it. Bodies pressed gently against each other as they both sat on the floor, backs pressed against the couch and Kris letting fingers dance idly over Moonbin’s jean clad thigh. The TV’s off, quiet music filling the air around them but they’re essentially just sitting in silence. But Kris is watching his best friend carefully, flickering his gaze to him every now and again until he feels a heavy weight in the form of his head resting on his shoulder. The hand that had been situated on Moonbin’s thigh had instead crept up, nimble fingers carding through his hair and for a while they just sit like that. But the closeness starts to get to Kris after a while, causes for his heart beat to speed up, nerves to bubble in his stomach because, before he can stop himself, his hand’s dropping to press a finger below Moonbin’s chin and lift his head. He’d been met with curious blinks, a small frown denting his brows as Kris had let his gaze take in the features of his best friend. The person he loved. The person he had wanted forever. And when he moves in, it’s slow and hesitant, like he’s giving Moonbin a chance to move away at any time. But the beautiful thing is that he doesn’t, he doesn’t move away when lips brush nervously over his, or when they kiss properly. Or when Kris even wraps his arms around his midsection to pull him clumsily into his lap. No one pulls back for what seems like eternity, and when the older of the two does, his forehead gently pressed against his, there’s a laugh given. A quiet sound of joy and relief all melded into one. And, if Moonbin doesn’t get out of his lap for the rest of the day, well, that’s their business.
