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Gunwoo knows that Woojin wants to, he just doesn’t know when or how it will happen.
Gunwoo knows this, because Woojin never trails too far behind him, ever. Whether he is cooking, training or anything else, Woojin is somewhere nearby, and Gunwoo doesn’t mind it. Of course, the two men are not always together 24/7, but when they are together, they are absolutely inseparable.
And Gunwoo prefers it that way. The way that Woojin’s kisses last a little longer than usual nowadays, how his lips melt against Gunwoo’s own or anywhere else on his skin, like his cheeks and forehead. Gunwoo would have never predicted how much of a sap Woojin was, granted, he never expected their relationship to go this far, but still. He wonders if Woojin had been like this in all of his previous relationships, but then Gunwoo doesn’t want to go down that route for too long, icky feelings of jealousy starting to simmer in the pit of his stomach. Gunwoo didn’t think of himself to be the jealous type, but sometimes the women at the boxing club get just a little too close to Woojin, shamelessly flirty and getting by without being too forward. Woojin just laughs it off, telling Gunwoo that he has nothing to be concerned about. That he is the only one at the forefront of Woojin’s desires. Gunwoo trusts him, it’s everybody else that he doesn’t trust.
And Woojin doesn’t say it outright. He doesn’t say anything about the matter at all. He only kisses Gunwoo with more fervor and passion, hands roaming along the taut muscles of Gunwoo’s body, fingers pulling through his hair, blunt nails digging into his skin. If it were up to Gunwoo, he would be content to keep things just the way that they were. Gunwoo has never felt like he needed sex in order to be satisfied in a relationship. Woojin is also the first man that he had ever been in love with, no, the first person. All things aside, Gunwoo has never made love to someone that he was in love with, and the fact that Woojin is a man only makes him a little more on edge. He feels inexperienced, unprepared for what Woojin might want and need in a partner.
Gunwoo just wants Woojin to be happy. He wants to do whatever he can to make Woojin smile, to make sure he is satisfied. He has a feeling that Woojin is trying to keep himself at bay. When the kisses get too rough, or when the tension in his hands harden with desire, Woojin pulls himself away. Gunwoo can tell that Woojin doesn’t want to scare him off or make him uncomfortable, but he’s ready now. Gunwoo is ready to initiate more between them, and if that means that he needs to be the one to fuel their spark into a burning flame, then he is willing to take on the challenge.
The familial, padded firmness of the floor feels good beneath Woojin’s sneakers. His palms are drenched with sweat beneath the leather boxing gloves that mold so perfectly to his hands. Across from him stands none other than Kim Gunwoo, his best friend, his partner…
His boyfriend.
With Smile Capital operating no longer, Woojin and Gunwoo finally had more time to be themselves, to explore their relationship, one in which had only just begun.
With the funds that the late Mr. Choi had given them, as well as the reward from the chaebol heir of the Lil group, Gunwoo had invested into the rebuilding of his mother’s cafe, as well as a boxing club just above it, all Mr. Choi's idea of course. Gunwoo would never take that credit away from him, even if he wanted to.
Gunwoo and Woojin work as co-owners of the club. Not only do they have a good amount of members, but they even offer kids classes that Woojin is the teacher of. After this whole ordeal with Smile Capital, as well as Woojin’s near death experience, he thought back to what really mattered to him once he had come back from the military.
Woojin loved teaching children, and being a PE teacher was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life. Sure, he was strapped for cash, but he always was. He thought that would never change, so why not do what he loved? Woojin would rather be broke and happy, than broke and working as a bloodhound, threatening innocent people to pay back their debts faster.
But that all changed when he met Kim Gunwoo.
Kim Gunwoo, who was absolutely unbeatable in the ring, his body made of titanium and his fists undeniably strong and fast, was just all cute smiles and soft touches when he took the boxing gloves off. Kim Gunwoo, who always asked his hyung if he wanted more food before he got any himself, who loved to comb through Woojin’s curls after a fresh shower. Kim Gunwoo, who followed Woojin around like a lost puppy everywhere they went, who cradled him to sleep when he had nightmares about the fire. Woojin loves the way that Gunwoo is always so optimistic, smiling bravely in the face of danger only to hug him tight once it’s all over. Granted, the two men don’t face much danger anymore, but Woojin is still enthralled with Gunwoo all the same.
Tonight, the two decided to spar after not having trained in a while. They were always teaching someone else, Gunwoo with the adults and Woojin primarily teaching the children, another thing that made the younger boxer’s heart flutter. When Gunwoo watched Woojin with the kids, stars were alight in his eyes, his smile so big that his cheeks became flushed. No one in the boxing club knows about their relationship, so as soon as they are closed for business, Woojin wraps a tight hand around Gunwoo’s waist, kissing him deeply and yet, so softly.
"I told you Gunwoo-ah, the kids fucking love me.”
And they do, because Woojin is so fun, and he breaks down boxing techniques in a way that little kids can understand. It’s a wondrous sight, something that takes patience and great skill and knowledge.
The two men are absolutely and undeniably in love with one another.
Woojin has always been fast, and of course he’s gotten even faster, dodging every one of Gunwoo’s attacks as the younger man tries to find an in. Woojin has yet to go down like he did in their very first match, and Gunwoo has a feeling that he never well. Woojin knows him far too well now, and that includes his techniques.
In more ways than one.
"Yah, Gunwoo-ah!" Woojin tries to catch him off guard with a wink and a flying kiss. It only kind of works, Gunwoo rolling his eyes as he tries to fight the natural blood that blossoms in his cheeks. He smiles though, and Woojin throws his head back with a laugh. Gunwoo takes this as his opportunity to finally invade Woojin's space, quickly throwing jabs that Woojin is able to block, but barely.
Woojin loses his footing, one foot tripping over the other before he falls backwards. Gunwoo gasps, his arms reaching out to catch Woojin but failing, the boxing gloves prohibiting his fingers from grabbing hold of the other man's wrist.
"Hyung!" Gunwoo grunts as he falls forward, colliding with Woojin as the two boxers flail and fumble to the ground. They lie there stunned for a moment, the two men dizzy and out of breath. Woojin is the first to come to, delirious as he starts to laugh like a maniac. Gunwoo tries to sit up, giggling as he does so. The two men throw their boxing gloves off, Woojin's hands coming to rest against the natural divots of Gunwoo's hips. Gunwoo straddles Woojin's waist, laughing as his bruised hands come up to cup the other man's cheeks. They rest their heads together, their breaths mingling as they laugh together happily, their noses brushing.
Woojin laughs as he tucks back a strand of Gunwoo's hair, his eyes wandering along every beautiful part of the younger man's features. Gunwoo's laughter tapers off into small chuckles, his head tucked as he shies away from Woojin's firm gaze.
"Hyung..." Gunwoo murmurs, his eyes meeting Woojin's timidly. His face feels hot beneath Woojin's palms, his eyes lidded and hazing over with want. Need. Woojin smirks, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Gunwoo is a very attractive man, Woojin noticed that the first time that they ever met. Who would have ever thought that after their fight against Smile Capital, that Woojin would be able to call Gunwoo his.
"Hmm?" Woojin's thumb starts to graze against the surface of Gunwoo's cheekbone, draping downward to rest against the plumpness of the younger man's bottom lip. Gunwoo has no idea what he was going to say, Woojin's hands becoming a very affective distraction.
Their lips gently brush, Gunwoo's head tipping downward so that he can fully capture Woojin's lips within his own. Woojin is quick to kiss him back, their lips molding together, a breathless, fumbling mess. But it feels good, so good. Woojin licks into Gunwoo’s mouth, the younger boxer gasping outright as his hands tangle themselves in Woojin’s curls.
Woojin moans, completely unashamed as his hands press against Gunwoo’s naked, sweaty back. Their chests press together, hot skin sinking together as they kiss. Woojin holds Gunwoo’s body close as their lips click in parting. Their breaths are heavy, their noses still brushing from the closeness of their lips.
“Hyung…” Gunwoo whispers against Woojin’s mouth. Lust pools in his gut, drawing him even closer to Woojin. Woojin pecks his lips a few times, the younger man smiling against his lips, giggling at the gentleness of Woojin’s kisses.
“What Gunwoo-ah? What do you need?”
Gunwoo inhales a trembling breath, his heartbeat pulsing quickly, giving him such a rush that he feels lightheaded. Woojin may only be two years older than him, but he is clearly much more experienced when it comes to this, being in a relationship and being physical with another person like this. Woojin can be vicious, fearless, but when it comes to Gunwoo, he can be so protective, loving. Woojin looks at Gunwoo as if he is the only person that matters. The only person that exists in this world. Woojin’s gaze is addictive, his almond shaped eyes aimed at Gunwoo with a passion that gets him all woozy.
Woojin kisses his lips again, his voice assertive but compassionate. “What do you need, Gunwoo-ah? If you want to stop, we can stop.”
”No.” Gunwoo quickly bites, pulling Woojin’s face in for a brisk, firm kiss. “It’s not that hyung… I just… I want to… I want to make you feel good hyung…” Gunwoo’s insecurities peek through the crevices of his small voice. Finally, the truth comes out. Gunwoo doesn’t know why he is so embarrassed by this. Maybe it is because he is twenty-five years old and has no real experience from being in a serious relationship. Woojin just makes him so happy. Does Gunwoo make him feel the same way? Is Woojin just as happy with him as he is?
Woojin knows him all too well, chuckling softly as he kisses Gunwoo passionately, as if his words wouldn’t be enough to confirm his feelings for the other man.
”Gunwoo-ah, you do make me feel good. You don’t have to do anything. I’m your hyung. Let me take care of you.”
Gunwoo sighs into Woojin, those words being everything that he needed to hear, and then some.
Gunwoo feels safe with Woojin.
Relief tugs at Gunwoo’s heart strings, coaxing him into leaning forward and kissing Woojin slowly. They kiss a little longer like that, Gunwoo sitting in Woojin’s lap, the older man’s back resting against the ropes of the boxing ring. They kiss until their muscles start to ache from the uncomfortable position, Woojin groaning in pain against Gunwoo’s lips. Gunwoo laughs as he breaks the kiss.
”Are you okay hyung?” He asks, giggling.
Woojin rubs his lower back, his expression twisted into one of pain.
“Can we… finish this at my place?” Woojin asks. Gunwoo laughs, kissing the other boxer quickly before helping him up.
“Sure, hyung.”
Gunwoo gasps, pleasure writhing within his core as he sinks further into Woojin’s body. They push and pull in constant rhythm, Gunwoo pulsing up and down in Woojin’s lap. Their naked bodies move in tandem, Gunwoo moaning with his head thrown back, his eyes closed as Woojin proves just how insatiable he is.
Woojin thrusts into him, the sheets pooling at their hips, cradling their bodies as they rock. Woojin digs his nails into Gunwoo’s back, creating small, crescent shaped indents in his skin. Woojin moans loudly, his voice hoarse as he presses Gunwoo into him, peppering kisses into his shoulder and neck. It isn’t enough. Woojin gently guides Gunwoo’s face down for a rough, messy kiss. Gunwoo’s hands claw into Woojin’s wet curls.
”Hyung.” Gunwoo whimpers, the heat in his stomach tipping over, at the edge of their joined climax, as Woojin kisses him deeper, harder.
Gunwoo gives one last cry, his body trembling as he releases into Woojin. Woojin swallows up his cries with a gentle kiss, drinking in his moans as he allows their bodies to fall into the bed.
The two men breathe heavily against one another, utterly spent. Gunwoo rests his head on Woojin’s chest, slowly coming down from their high. His body still thrums with an electric feeling, excitement bubbling in his veins. Despite the exhaustion that he feels, Gunwoo turns into Woojin, curling up against the crook of his body and letting his arm fall across his stomach. Woojin laughs beneath him, his hand scratching against the hair at Gunwoo’s nape.
“I love you Woojin-hyung.” Gunwoo murmurs against Woojin’s chest, his heart full as he starts to succumb to sleep. He can feel Woojin laugh softly, the older man kissing his hair. He barely registers what Woojin says back, but he feels it’s effect all the same.
”I love you too, Gunwoo-ah.”