☼ summary: Taehyun likes accomplished boys. The kind you can show off; the kind that stand out in a crowd. Beomgyu’s neither of those things, but Taehyun likes him anyway, at least for now. That’s more than Beomgyu could ask for.
okay but yeonbin au where soobin is trying out a new lip gloss and his boyfriend yeonjun is absolutely mesmirised.
yeonjun can’t even remember what he was supposed to be doing. the time. the day. where he is. the image of his boyfriends lips slathered with gloss as he speaks consumes him. he knows he’s meant to be listening but can’t quite bring himself to pay attention when his lips look this delectable. so alluring and kissable. pouty lips made to look extra supple.
yeonjun knows soobin gets annoyed when he zones out in the middle of a conversation. he knows. but he can’t be helped when his boyfriend looks this good. yeonjun can hardly resist kissing soobin silly on a normal day, pink lips always plump and soft but this feels like his own personal version of hell. but he’s never known torture to look this irresistible.
he tries to focus on what soobin is saying, he really does. but he’s under his spell, hypnotised beyond sensibility. “is that a new lip gloss?” yeonjun interrupts. he slides his hands onto the younger’s hips and yanks him closer. he’s never minded the two inches soobin has on him, finds it endearing even, whenever his boyfriend makes himself smaller to fit under his arm or to be the little spoon when they cuddle.
soobin startles and forgets his sentence before narrowing his eyes at yeonjun. “junnie, have you even heard a word i’ve said?” he asks, eyebrow raised and tone unimpressed. yeonjun’s response is a sheepish grin. “why am i not surprised?” soobin mutters, digging in his back pocket. “it’s this new brand i’m testing, see it’s strawberry flav—” soobin doesn’t finish before yeonjun’s lips are on his.
yeonjun gives his hips a rough squeeze before pulling him closer still, soobin’s hands finding purchase on the older’s shoulders. he let’s out a squeal as yeonjun nibbles at the fat of his bottom lip before running his tongue along the bite in apology. soobin exhales shakily before parting his lips slightly, letting yeonjun’s tongue slide home. yeonjun’s hand slides up to his jaw to hold him in place as he finally, finally, gets what he wants.
he doesn’t care that they’re in public and that anyone can see them or that he’s probably late for class. he’s got soobin right where he wants him. yeonjun kisses soobin for a short while longer before pulling back and pecking him once, twice, three times before pulling back.
soobin is panting slightly, eyes hazy and looking the right side of wrecked as yeonjun runs his thumb along his bottom lip before plucking the gloss from soobin’s hand and sliding it back into his back pocket, patting his ass lightly. he looks no better than soobin, just as ruined if not more. “yeah,” he says, voice hoarse. “definitely strawberry.”
