Chapter Text
“Hey, Felix!”
The maknae’s smile passes through the greenroom until he reaches Felix. The blonde is sipping on a sweet drink to get him energized for the day, tapping on his phone to sort through some messages.
In this early morning, Stray Kid’s resident fox and chick were called in first to take some unit pictures for a special dance practice they were going to record. They had finished the shoot and were waiting for the second duo of members to do theirs so they could eventually record the practice altogether.
Thankfully, I.N. had no problem waking up early as sacrifice for the other, more grumpy-in-the-morning members, and the same goes for Felix, so it all worked out.
The calm sunshine directs his gaze to Jeongin, glad to see his bandmate in high spirits.
“Yeah? What’s—?”
Suddenly, a peck on his cheek.
A peck.
On his cheek.
By Jeongin.
I.N.
Their touch-averse maknae.
The foxy-eyed man even held it for a few seconds before breaking off with a big grin.
After that, he has the gall to stay silent, giving the other, who was completely taken off guard, his usual adorable grin.
“Innie?.. Why… Are you okay?”
I.N barks out a laugh.
“I’m more than okay. I just felt like giving you a little kiss.”
And that’s really all it was. His hyung had looked so professional and handsome while they were posing earlier; Jeongin had the urge to show his appreciation like that.
A rare urge, but one he’d expectedly felt for Felix nonetheless.
Felix, still flustered, feels his phone slip from his hand as he tries coming up with a response.
He doesn’t get to say anything before slow steps advance towards Jeongin. The younger startles and turns towards the figure creepily standing behind him.
Just when he’s about to tell them off for scaring him, he gasps.
Hyunjin.
“Iyen-ah… Did I just see that right?”
Intense eyes, more intense than the cowering man had ever seen from the tall member jump from Felix to Jeongin in feigned calm.
“Hyung!… I- I didn’t know you were here…” He only had the guts to show Felix some affection today because he believed they were the only two in the break room so far. Had the second batch of members arrived already? He hadn’t noticed…
“Would you not have done what you just did if you knew I was here?” He tilts his head to the left with a still expression, sending goosebumps down his spine. Even Felix, who had been smiling giddily after processing the peck, quiets down to focus on the two in front of him.
“Well…” The maknae shrugs as if saying, ‘Yeah, definitely not’. If any member at all saw this scene, I.N knows they’d bug him forever, begging him for their kiss on the cheek too. Han had been doing it for years, after all.
The problem is that the member he’d want to avoid the most is precisely Hyunjin. That man is so crazy for even an ounce of affection from their youngest that it scares Jeongin sometimes.
Right now is one of those times. After a charged silence, his eyes focus back on I.N’s. He gulps.
“Jeongin-ah… You won’t kiss hyung, will you?” Hyunjin’s voice was still flat, lined with disappointment and anger that Jeongin couldn’t quite decipher.
“No. Absolutely not.” Jeongin sighs, pushing the other by his chest. The distance isn’t necessary, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. The taller’s stoic face is anything but predictable right now.
“Don’t tell the others what you just saw. Felix is the only one I’d enthusiastically do that to, okay?”
The truth escaped his mouth without much thought, the revelation making Felix sputter.
“Seriously, when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t expecting a kiss from Iyen-ah…” Their sunshine was still in a daze, in shock and in bliss at what happened only a minute ago.
Hyunjin focuses his gaze on Felix now, curiously looking over the content look on his face.
“Only Felix, huh?”
The picky affection giver furrows his brows. “…Yes. My favourite hyung.” He jokingly says.
Hyunjin nods. It looks like he just made up his mind on something. His gaze flicks to Jeongin.
“Alright then. So be it. If that’s what it takes to get a kiss from you…”
Hyunjin pushes past the younger who was processing his words. He stands over the blonde’s chair.
“Felix, look up for me, please?”
“Hm? For what?” The boy smiles, still thinking about his younger bandmate’s affection that is sure to brighten his entire day.
It dawns on Jeongin what’s about to happen.
“Felix!" He screams, like he's on a damn battlefield, "Cover where I kissed you! Hyunjin’s gonna try to kiss it!”
But it’s too late. Just as Felix pulls his hand up to his cheek, Hyunjin holds it down.
He bends down towards the other’s face to press his lips on his…
…cheek, right?
Because that’s where Jeongin kissed him. His cheek.
So why…
“Hmph?!” The seated victim of the kiss bandit makes a muffled noise of surprise when… Hyunjin kisses him on the mouth?!
Felix, wide-eyed, brings his other hand up, thinking of pushing Hyunjin away, but Hyunjin holds that hand down too.
Jeongin watches the scene in absolute shock, eyes bulging out of their sockets. He feels like he should act like the youngest and cover his eyes at the scene, but he can’t look away. The unexpectedness keeps him frozen solid.
At first, Felix pushes back with his eyes still open, alarmed and confused. “Why—“
But Hyunjin dives back in.
The squirming continues as the quiet kisser alternates between devouring the other’s top and bottom lip before settling on the bottom one. When Felix notices that his cut-off pleas weren’t working, he stops trying to fight it.
When the fight stopped… I.N notices how Felix starts to melt into the kiss, the distressed hums turning docile as Hyunjin runs his tongue over the other’s lips.
Okay, wow. So this is really happening.
The youngest gulps.
These two... they're really kissing right now. Not teasing cheek kisses, not gay-chicken type kissing where the other pulls away before anything happens.
Actual kissing. And it's heavy.
It doesn’t end there.
When Felix’s eyes start to flutter, his hands go limp from where they were held in the older’s grip. Hyunjin hums in satisfaction, lovingly (Jeongin’s not sure how else to describe it) kissing the plump bottom lip, still unresponsive as the latter slowly lets his fighting appendages fall at his sides.
With the lead kisser's hands now free, he uses them to tilt Felix’s jaw back even further.
One hand held the side of his face with the thumb hooking under his chin, while the other held the back of his neck.
With this new position, Hyunjin could go even harder on the kiss while Felix’s breaths came shorter with the limited air coming in.
…The kiss was getting suspiciously long now. Jeongin knows he hadn't kissed Felix's cheek for that long either.
I.N almost screams when he sees Hyunjin part his lips to push his tongue down Felix’s throat.
Felix groans, the sound broken with the extension of his neck. Spit escapes from the side of his mouth.
“Guys…?” The youngest in the room attempts.
No response. Just a new sound added to the mix: slurping. Accompanied by a soft noise from Felix that the uncomfortable third party never wants to be subjected to ever again.
“Guys!”
Once again, no response.
The kiss is still slow, as if Hyunjin is taking his time to lick into every corner of Felix’s mouth. Jeongin would judge his photoshoot partner for not pushing Hyunjin away as he did before, but it honestly looks like the taller of the two is kissing the soul out of him.
The traumatized youngest takes a step back, fists now curling in his hair.
Why was he just doomed to keep watching this right now?
Felix finally brings his hands back up to push Hyunjin away. His head is still tilted back in the taller’s grip, eyes half lidded and nearly teary, panting harshly.
“C-Can’t- Can’t breathe…” His breaths are coming so short, Jeongin worries for his lungs. Felix opens his eyes a bit more, glad for the small respite, but he flinches at whatever he sees in the eyes above him. “Wait-“
The other doesn’t wait. Jeongin wishes he paid more attention to Hyunjin’s face when they parted, at least to discern what the hell was going through his brain.
Unfortunately, Felix always came first for him. And now, he didn’t have time to look at Hyunjin before he dove back in, hand at the back of the blonde's head now tightened with a grip on the soft strands.
He seemed even more starved (Once again, Jeongin didn’t know how else to define it) than before as Felix’s chair lightly rocked backwards with the force of the pounce, and their lips crashed together. Again.
No. Jeongin couldn’t watch this. This confusing and unexplainable thing that is happening in front of him right now.
“You guys really need to stop!” He covers his eyes with his palms, unsure what to do or say to get them to pull away.
He would physically pull them from each other, but… should he? Could he? He’s too scared of Hyunjin for that right now. What kind of situation even is this? Suddenly sucking your bandmate’s face because… You wanted your other bandmate’s kiss? But in what world is a cheek kiss equivalent to a sloppy makeout session?
There’s nothing remotely normal about this situation. Jeongin is doomed. What does he even do?
When he focuses back on reality, he regrets it immediately.
He can’t see anything anymore, so all he hears is…
“H-Hyun-“ A wet smack cuts him off. Their kiss sounds… wetter now. So they’re really full on making out now. “Plea- ah- slow down-“
Felix’s voice sounds rough with the abuse of his lips and his head being tilted so far back. Hyunjin sighs, his first vocal contribution to this mess so far apart from small breaths and hums.
“Stay still.”
A surprised moan follows after that. Higher than he would’ve expected out of Felix.
“You jus’ bit my-“
“I said, stay still.”
The wet smacks resume along with groans and cut-off breaths, only sometimes paused by shivering moans sounding worlds away from the deep bass the youngest was used to.
Gods above, when will this end? The poor boy stuck in this odd situation can’t tell if the lack of vision is helping or making things worse.
After what feels like an eternity of erotic sounding-noises (no, Jeongin will not elaborate), it finally ends.
“Ugh, fuck…” The deep voice rings out, but this time no wet sounds follow. Only the sounds of heavy panting.
Jeongin chances an eye open.
He startles at being eye to eye with Hyunjin.
This time, though, the other doesn’t look as scarily calm as he did before.
Now, he’s also panting, and his eyes lack focus.
“Hah, got you…” He says, out of breath. “If you think you can get away with kissing Yongbok, think again.” Then, almost as an afterthought, “I have no problem getting a kiss from you through your ‘favourite hyung’.”
The youngest face falls in bewilderment. Hold on, what?
“So that’s why you kissed him? Because you thought I kissed him on the lips?”
The dancer furrows his brows. “Is that not what you did? I saw it from behind.”
Felix, now slumped on the table in front of him, body trembling and rising shakily with each breath, whines out a reply, “Hyunjinnie… it was on the cheek.”
He can’t even lift his dazed eyes from the table to look at his ravenous kiss bandit; he simply points at his left cheek. The spot where the actual kiss happened.
Hyunjin makes a slow turn to blonde. He processes. He turns back to I.N.
“So…you didn’t kiss him on the lips?”
The bewildered non-kissed person in the room shakes his head. Then stops. Then shakes his head again, exclaiming, “No! No, I didn’t! I kissed him on the cheek, the cheek! Even if I did kiss him on the lips- How come you didn’t question it? And also, a better question, why didn’t you question having to kiss Yongbok on the lips?!”
The maknae’s number one fan turns tomato red during the rant. He chances a shy look at Felix as the other is still catching breath, tears fogging his eyes.
“I guess… I just really wanted a kiss... from you, Iyen-ah.”
The other blinks. Hard. What was with all that hesitation? Is Hyunjin actually that clueless about his own actions?
“Okay, you know what…” He facepalms. Hard.
“Next time you want a kiss on the cheek, and there’s only the three of us, I’ll give it to you.”
The older lights up, “Really?! You would?! Oh, what a beautiful day, thank you, Iye-“
“ONLY BECAUSE!” The fox boy cuts him off, voice trembling. “I refuse to see anything similar to what I saw today ever again. I don’t think I could ever make sense of it, but… Wow, I’ve never seen or-or heard a kiss that intense.”
“Mm-tense… Yeah, ‘twas intense…” Felix babbles from the table.
Hyunjin blushes. The embarrassment is clear in his tone.
“Just- just a misunderstanding. I don’t know why I did that. Act like it didn’t happen, please…”
‘As if I could do that’ He thought. He kept it in.
With impeccable timing, Han walks in, cheeks rounded from the wrapped kimbap he was eating.
“Hey, amigos.” Han drawls, glued to his phone.
He looks up when he doesn’t get a response back.
“Hm, quiet this morning.” His gaze flicks to I.N.
Traumatized eyes look back at him, but Han must be seeing something else, since he gets right to his usual lines that the younger was now dreading more than ever.
“You’re looking at me pretty hard. Are you thinking of giving me a kiss today?”
Jeongin shudders. He shuts him down quickly.
“No. I’m not. Never.”
“Aw, shucks. Maybe tomorrow.” Han shrugs.
Finally, he takes in the elephant in the room. The man, who was still munching on his kimbap, lifts an eyebrow at Hyunjin’s dishevelled state, then Felix. “Woah Felix, you okay?”
Felix whimpers as he slams his fist on the table, face hidden by his arm.
Hyunjin quietly slips away as some staff make their way in. Han tries to share his kimbap with Felix, wondering if the early schedule was taking a toll on him.
The moment was now forgotten.
But Jeongin wouldn’t forget so easily. Wouldn't forget that morning in the greenroom when Hyunjin and Felix sucked face so hard that the scene would be inked behind their precious maknae's eyelids for months to come.
One thing’s for sure.
He’s never kissing Felix in an empty break room ever again.