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"Hyunwookie, you need to come move your boxes out of the hallway!" Jihoon shouted, arms full of brown moving boxes as he steps through the corridor and into the bedroom.

"Coming Jihoon-ah! One second, I'm organising the bathroom. You really need to stop leaving dog treats out right next to the toothpaste…" A moment later, Hyunwook stepped out and into the hallway, crossing the distance between himself and the bedroom door.

Their bedroom, actually—Jihoon's and Hyunwook's.

A week ago, they had been on a under-the-radar date (a rare occasion, these days) consisting of looming in the shadows of Hyunwook's run down apartment, watching a cheesy romance movie and stuffing themselves with greasy takeout pizza and leftover gimbap rolls from Hyunwook's fridge.

Rightfully so, Hyunwook had been nagging Jihoon lately to eat more, to put back on the pounds of weight he had lost to play King Danjong so that Hyunwook can, quote, "use his thighs as pillows again."

The weight Jihoon had lost never even stopped him from doing so—Hyunwook would nap and drool on his thighs no matter how big they were, but Jihoon knew he was just disguising his worries beneath a humorous mask of want.

At one point, his weight had been worrying, and there had been few too many days where he would come home from set and not even have the energy to kiss Hyunwook back when they would meet up. Thank god he finally had his appetite back. For food and for Hyunwook.

The kisses came in flocks of hundreds, now.

Once the movie had finished, Jihoon had teetered between biting his lips and wringing his fingers on his lap, an anxious habit that stemmed from overthinking, like a child worrying about telling their parents they have just thrown up at midnight.

He had words bubbling up in his throat that he needed to pour out, and a freshly cut apartment key in his back pocket ready to hand over. It felt very formal, like Jihoon was preparing to hand Hyunwook a piece of his soul—something he would also do in a heartbeat.

He wasn't anxious about the idea itself; Hyunwook had been mentioning, in passing, the idea of them living together.

On late nights where Jihoon would have to sneak back to his own apartment in the depths of the night after a date due to a busy schedule the next morning, Hyunwook would teasingly whine: "Yah, Jihoon-ah, wouldn't it be so much easier if we just moved in together? Then no matter what you're doing during the day, it'll always be me you come home to. Not just Max sat on the couch. It'd be me, your lovely little housewife, waiting for you in the kitchen and shouting, Jagiya, is that you? Let me take off my frilly little apron and come greet you at the door!"

That had splashed a blush onto Jihoon's cheeks and an image into his head that didn't leave for a while, and reemerged later that night when he was back in his own bed in the form of a bulge in his boxers. Really, he was a weak man.

Honestly, he could understand all those Victorian boy's reactions to seeing a woman's ankles for the first time. Now he really wanted to see Hyunwook in a too-short, frilly apron.

No, the biggest things he was concerned about were firstly how reluctant Hyunwook may be to leaving his own apartment; he loved being Ryeoun's next door neighbour and also having friends nearby on standby to hang out or workout with.

Hyunwook had his own social circles and regular outings to various bars and barbeque places in the local neighbourhood, and Jihoon didn't want to rob him of that just so that he could wake up to the other man every morning.

It seemed selfish, like Jihoon had taken a bite from the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden and was now tempting Hyunwook to do the same, becoming to be no better than the serpent himself.

Secondly, he was worried about the actual logistics of them being together all the time, even at home. What if they got too comfortable in routines of living together that they let their guard down? Maybe they'd be too distracted one night, soju running through their veins, giggling to themselves in the midst of broken laughs of conversation and swinging their hands together as they try to fish out their keys from each others pockets.

As a result, they'd fall oblivious to the phone camera pointed right at them. Hook, line and sinker for the paparazzi, and their relationship—their whole livelihood, would be exposed to the masses.

Jihoon didn't fear a lot of things, but revealing their relationship was one of them. He really did not care about his own publicity being tarnished, if he could he would scream from the rooftops of Central Seoul that he was a raging, gay, man lover and that he took it in the ass every other night—maybe not that part—but it was Hyunwook's image that he dwelled on.

Hyunwook's career was flourishing, his future being rightfully bright and prosperous, while Jihoon has already had the spotlight on himself many times. They have both dealt with their fair share of hate, especially online, but in recent years Hyunwook had been having it hard.

People have brutally dissected every aspect of his personal life, ripping apart every fraction of his being like a hyena to a zebra, and leaving behind the scraps of his spirit for Jihoon to mould back together through gentle caresses and reassuring whispers in the middle of the night.

He would do anything to be able to allow Hyunwook to bask in the glow of fame without anyone diminishing it's shine. He would stand there himself with the sun burning in his hands and shine it permanently right onto Hyunwook's face just so that he would never be left to wilt in darkness.

In Korea, he knew coming out explicitly would be an impossible battle, a war where their enemies would not yield weapons but rather words. Words of disgust and upheaval, and while he knew there would always be may's and potatoes to fight in their corner, some things would just never be allowed by their agencies.

Too risky. Too controversial.

Their freedom to love may not be infinite, but they had each other. An explicit, personal freedom to love every single part of one another on the high days and also the low ones, in the soft glow of the sunrise and in the thick darkness of an evening, and on a tattered couch cushion or gently between their bedsheets.

On that same date night, when Jihoon turned his head to look at Hyunwook, Hyunwook was already staring right back at him. There was a warmth in his eyes that instantly melted away the core of worries frozen in Jihoon's chest. It was as if he already knew Jihoon was preparing something, reading him like an open book just from one glance.

There was the beginnings of a smile curling at his lips, unprompted and probably an unconscious action, purely a reflex of love at the sight of his boyfriend. His smile was dripping with sweetness of affection, and the raw vulnerability behind it made Jihoon's own cheeks pull upwards and swell with heat.

With the movie's credits still playing in the background, offering a comforting soundtrack to the moment, Jihoon swallowed the lump in his throat. He was riding the high of simply seeing his boyfriend smiling at him—something stronger than any drug or shot of soju—and he finally whispered:

"You, uhm," he cleared his throat, "you don't have to say yes.. but, I've cleared out the office space in my apartment. The one that I don't use, I cleared the desk to make room."

For you went unspoken.

"I got paid some Wangsanam royalties a few days ago, so I'm planning on paying to knock down the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. It would open the space up, and, uhm.. make it more liveable for—for two people."

Hyunwook stayed peacefully quiet, observing.

"You'd obviously have to share my bedroom, but we could put a spare bed in the office if you wanted to. Or we could keep it as an office, so you have somewhere to work from, the desk is yours. The utility room is mostly full of Max's stuff, so I can move things around in there too. I.." A shaky sigh left his lips. "I know you love this little apartment, because it's yours, but I was researching and my apartment actually would cut down your commute time to GoldMedalist, and it's closer to that chicken place ran by that one really nice ajumma that you always order from because you say you feel bad that she has no other customers."

He reached into his back pocket, hesitant but housing a blossoming confidence at how his boyfriend was still staring at him with pure love beaming from his eyes, and pulled out the key he had gotten cut a few days prior. It sat between his fingers, taking up a very little amount of space but feeling like a ton of bricks in his hand.

"This is overdue anyway, so even if you say no then this can just be your key to my apartment. But.. but if you want to think about it then it could be your key to our apartment. Our home. But seriously, you can say no and I won't mind, please be honest and don't feel pres—"

His words were stopped in their tracks by a sudden warmth on his lips, and a hand cupping his cheek. Hyunwook had leaned in to kiss him, and was cradling his face as gentle as one would hold a baby bird. Not tight enough to hurt it, but just tight enough so that it can't fly away.

Jihoon melted into the kiss almost instinctively, his eyelids drifted closed and lips pressed forward tenderly. Hyunwook's tongue had brushed against his bottom lip, not to necessarily deepen the kiss, but as a reminder that he was here, and that his affection knew no bounds.

Jihoon's hand came up to wrap around Hyunwook's neck, pulling him closer as their lips continued to move against each other, absorbing each other's heat and simply existing within the comfort of one another.

The kiss wasn't overly passionate, or frantic. It didn't lead to spit dripping down their chins or hands down each others pants—it was simply an act of connection. To calm Jihoon's mind, and to ground him.

When they eventually parted, Hyunwook left his lips with one final peck before pulling back entirely, still fondly cupping Jihoon's cheek with reassurance. There was a beat, maybe two, where they simply gazed into each others eyes, entering realms of deep emotion hidden in their pupils.

"Jihoon-ah", Hyunwook started, voice soft yet already decisive. "Why the hell would I say no?"

The rhetorical question seemed obvious, because why would he refuse? This was the man he adored. The boy who he admired from afar when Jihoon appeared on his TV screen during Produce 101, winking into the camera. The same boy who, years later—now formed into a beautiful man rather than the boy he had first known—walked into the Weak Hero table-read, and who Hyunwook fell for at first sight.

Cupid had staked an arrow right through his heart, and Hyunwook had a feeling that Jihoon was the one holding the bow.

"Jihoon, jagiya, you didn't even need to list out your reasons. You could have asked me to stay with you in an abandoned, haunted mansion and I would have took the key and ran to unlock the door for you." Hyunwook's smile had only widened, and Jihoon's couldn't have stopped the warmth pooling in his cheeks if he had tried.

"And don't even start talking about me sleeping in an office on my own because I might cry at the thought of not being in your bed, then you'll have made me cry instead of putting this key onto my keyring like you should be doing."

A soft laugh escaped Jihoon, a brief puff of air at the humour behind Hyunwook's words, because it had been obvious the whole time. Hyunwook would go anywhere Jihoon led him to, because he trusted him. He loved him, through and through, and would fight on the front-lines if winning a war meant an eternity by Jihoon's side.

"What about your agency? Do you think they'll have something to say about us living together?" Jihoon offered the question hesitantly in a whisper, wary of the answer to come.

Hyunwook only curled the side of his lips upwards into a lighthearted smirk, before replying, "Oh fuck my agency, Jihoonnie. They control me enough, they control us enough. They can't stop us from sharing the same bed every night. They can come barge down our door if they want, but I'd rather them not honestly because who knows what state they might find us in—jeez."

This time, it was Jihoon that moved forward first, capturing Hyunwook's lips in a soft kiss packed with nearly five years of emotion—love, lingering lust and pure desire. Hyunwook's thumb slid back and forth along his cheek, an encouraging motion that was accompanied by a suck on his top lip and a poke of the tongue. Although, now, it held a fervour that made Jihoon part his lips in response, allowing Hyunwook's tongue to slide in.

Their tongues met in a wet slide together, tangling with each other and moving to an unspoken rhythm that they always found themselves falling into when they kissed. It was as if their souls were made for kissing one another, written into their destinies. And that when their purpose was fulfilled on nights like these, they would reach astonishing heights of synchrony draped in lust.

Jihoon could feel Hyunwook smirking into the kiss, and the key was left forgotten about on the couch between them. Jihoon's hands came up to wrap themselves around Hyunwook's neck, tugging a bit on the base of his hair and gripping desperately as their lips moved against each other, as if kissing was as vital as breathing.

He brought Hyunwook's face impossibly closer, moulding their mouths together as Jihoon's tongue tried to fight back against Hyunwook's own. At that battle for dominance, Jihoon pushed further forward, hips moving onto Hyunwook's lap. The movement resulted in Hyunwook leaning backwards, ending up laying flat on the couch, head against the arm as Jihoon crawled on top of him.

Jihoon was truly gone for this man.

Well and truly fucked.

And was about to be, too, literally.

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That date night marked the start of something fresh in their relationship, a leap upwards on the endless ladder of love. It was only the next day that Hyunwook eagerly bragged to Ryeoun about how he was finally going to move out to live with the love of his life—Jihoon did not know of this detail, but he ended up with a reel of sad text messages from Ryeoun, dripping in sarcasm:

Ryeo-hyung: how dare you take my hyunwookie away from meeee.. ;(

Ryeo-hyung: who do I go to the gym with at 2am now… ㅜㅜ

Ryeo-hyung: ahhh I'm kidding

Ryeo-hyung: I'm very happy for you both!!

Ryeo-hyung: serious note, tho

Ryeo-hyung: be aware of how he sings so loud in the shower to the point I can hear it in MY apartment

Ryeo-hyung: and our walls are not that thin, Jihoonnie. he is Loud.

Sent 8:37am.

ㅋㅋㅋ

I wouldn't have him any other way.

Sent 3:51pm.

All of this had led up to now, in the late evening, where Jihoon had just hauled some boxes marked Bedroom into their room, and Hyunwook was still stood in the doorframe, watching. He had some sweat gathering on the base his neck, glistening from the light shining through the windows.

As a bead of wetness dripped down at full speed, he lifted the end of his shirt upwards to wipe at it, giving Jihoon a full show of his stomach and soft muscles that decorated his abdomen.

Quickly, his gaze flicked down to the happy trail leading straight down into Hyunwook's sweatpants that sat low on his waist, black, wiry hair hiding behind the white band of his boxers that was peeking out. He had to rip his eyes away before they had the chance to linger for too long, before Jihoon had the chance to awaken something deep inside of him, but Hyunwook noticed anyway.

"Shall I just take the shirt off? You're gonna strain your eyes staring so hard." He joked, crossing his arms over and grabbing opposite sides of the hem of his shirt, ready to pull it up over his head at Jihoon's command.

He crossed the boundary between him and Jihoon, who's face was blossoming hues of pink and red as if he was a teenage boy who just discovered a woman's boobs in a magazine for the first time.

Not that he ever experienced that—he would flick straight to the pages of men showing off their Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Fitting, really.

Clearing his throat, Jihoon replied, voice straightened through effort and a brewing smile on his face, "Do what you want. Just get your sweaty chest away from me, you stink." He mockingly stepped back from Hyunwook as the other man approached him, forcing him further into the bedroom.

"Oh , yeah, I must stink so bad that you can't help but be attracted to me. Like a bee to a flower, baby. You can sniff me out from miles away and you always come flying straight towards me."

Hyunwook was directly in front of him now, towering over him, letting his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he looked down at the shorter man.

"Why are you getting so metaphorical, I literally just told you that you stink. That means nothing apart from the fact you should get your ass in the shower, like yesterday." Jihoon pushed the palm of his hand onto Hyunwook's chest, trying to push him backwards but failing.

"Ah so now you want me naked?"

"You're delusional. Psychotic, even."

"I can be anything you want me to be, jagiya."

Jihoon's face was blank, attempting to seem unamused. He could thank being an actor for his ability to strike a damn good poker face. Although, around Hyunwook, he would always crack, the beginnings of smirks and blushes always creeping their way onto his expression.

Before that could happen though, Jihoon made a run for their bedroom door, using the doorframe to propel himself out of the room and into the hallway at speed.

"Yah! Where are you going?" Hyunwook chased behind him, and Jihoon couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up in his chest.

"Getting away from you! You can sort all those boxes on your own now."

Using the built up momentum of speed, Jihoon led them both into the living room, rounding the couch and positioning himself at one end while Hyunwook matched him at the other. It was like a game of cat and mouse, as when Jihoon would try to go left, Hyunwook would only copy. Now, they were stuck at their said couch ends.

"So mean, baby. Stop, it's turning me on a little bit."

"You're disgusting."

"Me? Me? Disgusting— Jihoon-ah, you're a filthy pervert and you know it, eyeing me up like you're gonna eat me alive just cause I flashed a bit of skin at you!"

"No I didn't, I barely even looked at you. I've looked at pieces of meat more intensely than that."

"Oh, so now I'm a piece of meat? You really gonna eat me? I mean, jeez, you could let a guy prep a bit first but I'm in either way."

"You're a lunatic, you know that?"

"If being a lunatic means being goddamn-in-love, Jihoon-ah, then just throw us both in the mental asylum and throw away the key."

The smirk on Hyunwook's face was only growing wider by the second, and Jihoon wasn't fairing very well himself, either. There was a warm pit of desire stirring in his lower abdomen, and butterflies hammering against his ribcage.

When they would get worked up like this, chasing each other with teases on the tips of their tongues, he always felt like he was falling for Hyunwook all over again. It was thrilling, and sparked fireworks in his chest and made his heart do Olympic gymnastics level somersaults.

It felt like only yesterday that he had been draping himself on Hyunwook's shoulder, posing for photos with Weak Hero scripts in their hands, yet it also felt like it had been a lifetime since.

A lifetime filled with love, desire, and a sheer sense of completion—like he had truly found his soulmate, and now his soul was at peace.

Breaking the thick, palpable tension between them as they still stood at opposing ends of the couch was a ball of movement jumping onto the couch—Max. Max whined upwards at Jihoon, putting his paws onto the arms of the couch and propping himself up, trying to get closer.

Forgetting about the moment, and his boyfriend staring at him from across the couch, Jihoon gently scooped him up, cradling him, with Max licking his chin as he settled in the crook of his arms.

"Max, come protect me from your crazy father." Jihoon stepped away from his position at the end of the couch, walking around the back of it and towards Hyunwook, stopping midway, holding Max in his arms like a treaty of peace.

"Max, why did you go to Jihoon, huh? Do you not love me too? Max, I'm still your favourite, right?" Hyunwook whined, similar in tone to Max's own whines, and approached Jihoon. Jihoon did not run this time.

He stopped in front of the other man, looking at the pup in his warms. Lovingly, his hands came up to scratch Max's face, fingers finding the exact spot under his chin that made the end of Max's tail flick back and forth, legs itching to bounce in Jihoon's arms.

There was a slight pout on Hyunwook's face, bottom lip jutting out the smallest amount that made Jihoon wanted to kiss it back into place.

"He loves you." Jihoon's voice was gentle as he spoke.

Hyunwook smiled, wide and goofy. "Just like his appa, right?"

"Hmm."

Jihoon gazed directly into Hyunwook's eyes, eyebrows relaxed and warmth in his cheeks. Eventually, Hyunwook looked away from Max and met his gaze.

They spent a few moments simply looking at each other, admiring each others features. Jihoon always loved the way that Hyunwook would stare right into his eyes, at first, before his attention would start darting around the other's face. He would start at Jihoon's nose, then checking out the flush painting his cheeks, flicking to his forehead before finally landing on his lips.

His eyes would linger there for seconds, before he would start glancing back and forth between them and Jihoon's eyes, which seemed permanently watery—not with tears, but something much softer, like the feeling of a gentle wave splashing over him.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, mostly a glaringly obvious adoration but also followed by a creeping, settling lust, Jihoon had to look away. Instead, he pushed Max upwards in his arms, bringing the dog's face right up to Hyunwook's.

Max was immediately interested, and found a home in licking Hyunwook's cheeks, to which the man laughed at. His laugh was strong, echoing from the depths of his spirit and full of purpose, and humour. Simultaneously, though, it was soothing, much like the sound of the ocean from the inside of a seashell.

Although, Max also clearly had other ideas, as instead of opting to lick Hyunwook's chin like he had did to Jihoon moments ago, he went straight for his lips, his rough tongue lapping at them as if they were a treat. That sparked a laugh straight from Jihoon's core, before he guided Max away.

"Oh my god, Jihoon-ah, there's no way he just did that." Hyunwook's smile had dropped, not making his face cold or unwelcoming, but making him look in shock.

Jihoon responded with an even louder laugh, before Hyunwook continued. "This isn't funny, Jihoonnie! He just licked my lips with the same tongue he licks his asshole with! I literally have doggy butt on my lips! Oh my god, it's probably in my mouth right now, every word I say is only making it go further in—"

Hyunwook's hands were framing his own chin, fingers dancing on his lips and gesturing dramatically to his face as if someone had just poured acid over it. It only made Jihoon laugh harder.

"Hyunwookie, he's a dog. You're so dramatic, one lick won't kill you, Max actually has great oral hygiene, you know?"

"I don't care about his hygiene, I care about the fact that 30 minutes ago I saw that tongue licking his ass!"

"So what?" Jihoon placed Max carefully on the floor, where he gracefully ran off to the kitchen, probably going to graze on the bowl of dry food left in there for him.

"So what—" Hyunwook echoed in a disbelieving breath, "Jihoon-ah, my lips are tainted now. I need to wash my face and brush my teeth and—and sanitize my lips a hundred times, oh my lord."

"You're so stupid, Hyunwookie."

In an instant, Jihoon had stepped into Hyunwook's personal space, tenderly grabbed his hands that were suspended in mid air by his face, moving them out of the way before he captured his lips with his own.

Hyunwook froze—stopped breathing too, for a second—before he finally understood his cue. His eyelids shut and he pushed his lips forward, meeting Jihoon's with a distinct passion. It was as if he was a starving animal, and Jihoon was a tempting, delicious piece of prey. He titled his head to the side, finding his home gently sucking on Jihoon's top lip.

Jihoon matched his efforts by briefly licking Hyunwook's bottom lip, a pattern they had sculpted and could now perform blindfolded, backwards and in reverse. Hyunwook took the chance to dart his own wet tongue out to meet Jihoon's before it could retreat back into his mouth, and their tongues firmly brushed against each other.

It was sloppy, wet, and so hot.

Their tongues flicked around each other, almost waltzing together before Hyunwook pushed for dominance, and Jihoon let him. Spit was sliding between both of their mouths, with some ending up slipping down their chins.

Before the atmosphere had a chance to heat up to scalding temperatures, Jihoon ripped himself from Hyunwook's lips, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath. Immediately his lips felt empty and cold, and Hyunwook attempted to chase after him, but Jihoon placed a hand over his chest.

"There, better? Now it's just my spit on your lips."

"Hyung. Hyung, I don't know why you stopped, please, please—"

Hyunwook's face leaned in towards Jihoon again, as if he was magnetised and was being endlessly attracted towards the other, and Jihoon was such a weak man.

So weak, so lenient when it came to Hyunwook. His morals would bend over backwards if Hyunwook asked them to.

It would be worrying, if it was anyone else. But this was Hyunwook, the man he would entrust with his life, and if necessary he would take a machine gun's worth of bullets for the man, and he would die in true sacrificial peace if it meant Hyunwook would be safe.

But, if he did take a bullet for Hyunwook, he knew Hyunwook would never let him go. He would grab the gun and shoot everyone in the room and then himself, following his true destiny of being by Jihoon's side for eternity.

Soul bound, tied together by threads of red string.

Their breaths mingled for a second in the small space between them, warm on their faces before they both met each other in the middle with an intense desire. Their lips smashed together as Jihoon's hands grabbed onto Hyunwook's nape, feeling his pulse hammering in his neck, fuelled by desire.

Hyunwook's hands found home on his waist, gripping him tightly and pulling him towards his own hips. A moment later, Jihoon felt a hardness poking at his navel, and he knew that the tightness in his own briefs was only growing too.

Experimentally, Jihoon rolled his hips forward, meeting Hyunwook's. In response, Hyunwook gripped his waist harder—not painfully, but desperately— and began tilting his head further to deepen the kiss impossibly more than it already had been.

Hyunwook's hands started roaming up, sneaking past the hem of Jihoon's hoodie and straight onto his skin. His hands were rough along the smooth skin of his stomach, and with his current physique, Hyunwook's hands absolutely dwarfed his waist.

They kept on travelling upwards, an excruciating pace for Jihoon, inch by inch, until they reached Jihoon's chest. His fingers spread out along his chest, slightly gripping in places with his thumbs passing gently over his nipples.

The kiss continued, and at the newfound touching Jihoon couldn't help but whine into Hyunwook's mouth, a sound that was borderline a moan but was too restrained. Hyunwook kept absentmindedly drawing circles over his nipples, putting a delicious amount of pressure behind it that tore groans from Jihoon's throat.

"Fuck—Hyunwook.." He gasped out between kisses, in the fraction of a second where their lips would break apart purely to draw in much needed oxygen.

The desperation in his voice made Hyunwook start to pull him backwards, and Jihoon understood immediately.

It was like their souls were truly connected, and yearned for the exact same things at the same time.

Nearly stepping on each others toes, they started to walk backwards, making a fumbling mess out of themselves as they continued kissing as they shuffled through the hallway. Jihoon's hand on Hyunwook's neck was enough to lead the way, through slight peeks as he opened his eyes to make sure they weren't stumbling into the dining table or cabinets.

Once they reached the bedroom, Hyunwook immediately spun Jihoon around, making him fall backwards onto his bed—their bed.

Their mouths momentarily separated as Jihoon shuffled upwards, towards the pillows and headboard. They both took the moment to quickly rid of a layer of clothing—Jihoon ripping his hoodie off without even unzipping it and Hyunwook all but nearly tearing his t-shirt right off of his body.

With them both being half nude, chests exposed, Jihoon situated himself on the pillows as Hyunwook made quick work of crawling on top of him.

Like an animal. Jihoon really was his prey, ready for the taking.

The kiss quickly reignited, like a feeble bonfire exploding after throwing some more logs of wood onto it. It was anything but tame; it was sloppy, raw, and so them.

Hyunwook's hands started roaming again, exploring Jihoon's body as if he had never done so before. When his fingers got to the top of his trousers, dancing over the zipper and subsequently the bulge that lay beneath it, he parted from Jihoon's lips for a moment, gazing into his eyes.

He was searching for something, very deep in Jihoon's eyes. Searching for that flame of desire and willingness. They shared the moment, with the only sound between them being their rapid breathing, before Jihoon slowly nodded at Hyunwook.

The consent made Hyunwook quickly—as if Jihoon was going anywhere—slip his hand past the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down slightly to make room for himself.

Next came the briefs, and Hyunwook made quick work of shimmying his fingers underneath the fabric, coming skin to skin with Jihoon. Just the thought of the imminent contact made Jihoon gasp, breathy and sounding very effected already.

"Please." was the only word that could escape him, the plead dancing in a murmur under his breath.

"I've got you, hyung." The words were spoken faintly right against Jihoon's lips, and he could feel the vibrations of sound in his mouth before their lips met again, surging with desire.

His hand grabbed the base of Jihoon's dick, still under the constraints of his boxers and the trousers that were clinging to his thighs. A shaking sigh of pleasure left his lips before Jihoon lifted his hips off of the bed, prompting Hyunwook to rid of the clothes from his body.

When Hyunwook's attention is back solely on his dick and his mouth, Jihoon's head feels fuzzy, and his body feels hot all over. His hips start involuntarily grinding upwards, bucking into Hyunwook's hand.

Every couple of thrusts, he meets Hyunwook's own hips, and the matching bulge he's sporting beneath his own trousers.

When Hyunwook grips hard before sliding his hand back up and down, taking a second at the head to swirl his fingers around it, gathering the beads of precum that had settled there onto his fingers, before dipping downwards again. Jihoon lets out a moan, unrestrained and muffled against the other mans mouth.

Hyunwook lifts his head, parting their lips with a final lick over Jihoon's bottom lip, a long string of spit connecting them before it breaks.

Much like Jihoon's sanity.

Jihoon's head comes to rest in the crook of Hyunwook's neck, who looms above him, his presence alone filling Jihoon with adoration that pits in his stomach and adds to his pleasure.

His hand works faster, and an overwhelming feeling of warmth starts to build in Jihoon's lower stomach, tightening his abdomen as his muscles flex and twitch, and his throat draws out groans and moans that reverberate off of Hyunwook's neck.

"'m close, I'm close Hyunwookie—please, 'm so close.." Jihoon's voice draws out at the end, words captured by a gasp that escapes him.

Hyunwook isn't in a much better shape, as despite the fact he isn't being touched, his eyebrows are furrowed and his breath is coming out in quick, short pants. His hips are grinding downwards, too, mostly meeting the thickness of Jihoon's thighs.

The friction and the thought of Jihoon's thighs alone is enough for Hyunwook to thrive off of, to spur him on.

"Mm, fuck, ah— Hyunwook, please."

"Cum, hyung, cum for me Jihoonnie."

His hand works as fast as his own hips so, a sick combination of grinding and gripping.

"Oh my god, ah, ah, shit. Hyunwook-ah."

"Hyung. Hyung, hyung— come on."

They both speak in garbles of sentences, words spilling out as if they just swallowed a dictionary that they are not sure how to comprehend, but the letters keep spilling off of their tongues anyway.

Hyunwook teases the head of Jihoon's dick once more, spreading the precum downwards along his length, which always triggers the louder sounds from the other. Immediately, it tipped him over the edge, and Jihoon let out a loud moan before spilling his load onto the palm of Hyunwook's hand.

"Hyung—"

Lacking shame, Hyunwook does a few final rolls of his hips down onto Jihoon's thigh, thrusting a couple of more times before he too lets out a loud sigh, tainted by a groan and a much softer sound in the subtext of it.

He collapses onto Jihoon, his full weight distributed on top of him. They both pant loudly, chests slick with sweat and their skin slides together.

"Hyunwookie, get off, you're so heavy." Jihoon's voice is entirely fucked out, gravelly with use and cracking at the edges.

Hyunwook has to muster up whatever energy he has left to roll off of him, finding it difficult with the constraints of his trousers that he never ended up taking off.

"Do you need me to—" Jihoon accentuates his words by sliding his hand down toward's Hyunwook's own dick, which he finds to be soft now, accompanied by a wet spot that was seeping through the fabric, slowly but surely.

A loud, pleased sigh left Hyunwook, "No, I'm good. Unless you wanna go again, maybe get your hand off me before I get hard again."

"Pervert."

"Yeah, you love me."

"You're weird. Thinking about getting hard when you just came in your pants while jerking me off."

"Mm, you wouldn't have me any other way though." He opened his eyes to look at Jihoon, and smiled softly. Too soft considering he still had cum seeping through his trousers, but that wasn't important.

"No, Hyunwookie, I wouldn't have you any other way."

A beat passed, before Jihoon continued.

"I love you so much, you know."

Hyunwook only smiled wider at that, throwing his arm over Jihoon's exposed waist and dragging his body closer.

"I love you too. Oh wow, now I'm really gonna get hard again"

That earnt him a pillow to the face, even if later Jihoon's hand did end up sneaking down into his wet boxers, returning the favour late into the night.

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3:50AM

"Jihoonie, pose for the camera!"

"What camera?" Before the question could even fully leave his mouth, he saw Hyunwook's phone in front of his face. "Hyunwook, I'm literally naked, put the phone down."

Hyunwook tutted, his phone dropping down slightly as he turned to Jihoon. "Aish, just put your hoodie back on and hurry up! I put my shirt back on for this!"

Jihoon rolled his eyes in reply, leaning to grab the grey zip up hoodie from the floor. While he was leaning down, he also grabbed his own grey beanie. He slid the beanie over his hair quickly—god forbid he was captured with this short haircut anymore than he already has been over the last few months.

The hoodie was slower to put on, and with Hyunwook impatiently staring at him and tapping his imaginary watch on his wrist, Jihoon eventually settled for the hoodie simply being over his shoulders, his arms not even fully in the sleeves. He pulled the hood up before leaning in and resting his face on his boyfriends shoulder.

A smile crept back onto Hyunwook's face as he aimed his camera back at them both, and Jihoon couldn't help the tinge of blush that painted itself on the apples of his cheeks. He saw it in his reflection in the camera, how purely love struck he looked.

He loved this man, entirely, throughout his whole being.

"Say cheese!" Hyunwook smiled, pressing the record button.

The camera swayed slightly as he tried to get both of them into view, which ended up being mostly Jihoon in frame—Hyunwook loved taking photos of Jihoon.

Jihoon stared into the camera for a beat, then two, before glancing over to Hyunwook. Impulsively, he leaned upwards, aiming his face towards the other man and gently, filled with acres of love and gallons of affection, pressed his lips against his cheek.

Slightly fazed, Hyunwook brought a hand up to cover his face as Jihoon turned back to the camera, similarly pulling his hoodie up to hide his red lips and the smirk tainting them. He couldn't hide his blush, though, just like how Hyunwook couldn't completely hide the way his eyes were creasing with the softness of a smile.

Hyunwook's finger quickly ended the recording, opening his camera roll in a split second and replaying the video.

He watched over the kiss a few times, before Jihoon heard a click. He looked over to see Hyunwook cropping a screenshot, one taken of the video, just after Jihoon had kissed him.

"What's that for?"

Hyunwook let out a laugh through his nose.

"Safe keeping."

"Safe keeping where? Let me guess.. safe keeping on your Instagram story?"

Hyunwook turned to Jihoon, a humorous smile on his lips and pure love in his eyes.

"Ah, Jihoon-ah, you know me so well. Can I post it, hyung?"

His tone was gentle, yet laced with an almost desperation and begging that made Jihoon's stomach flip.

"Mhm."

Hyunwook mockingly pumped his fist through the air, a small "Yes!" escaping his lips, before he countered:

"I'm gonna tag you in it, don't ignore me this time."