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The heat was unbearable.
Hyukjae saw himself kneeled down in a place he couldn’t really identify, tied, confused and aroused, feeling the strain of the ropes against his torso and his neck in an almost painful way.
He could not move his hands; he did not even know where they were.
He gasped a few times trying his hardest to think of ways to calm down the sharp hysteria that drowned his mouth and the hot hair that flooded his lungs threatened to burn him inside out.
He tried to writhe against the ropes but that only made them dig deeper into his skin.
Yesung, standing up in front of him, smiled as he looked at him with a small glint of curiosity in his eyes.
The tension holding grip on his guts tightened so much it started to hurt, forcing a hoarse panting out of him because he wanted to touch him.
He needed to touch those legs, bite his neck, feel his hands getting lost amongst his hair… but he couldn’t move.
“So, Hyukjae…” whispered Yesung in a sweet manner. “What shall we do know?”
Hyukjae opened his eyes. It took him a while to remember where he was.
A hotel room in Taipei.
He had arrived at dawn along with Leeteuk as they had some stuff to do first thing in the morning. The others would be arriving at the airport in a few hours.
General rehearsal at noon and then the show.
He growled as he looked for the cellphone, as the alarm kept making that awful noise, and while he looked for it he cursed the whole Samsung lineage for taking him out of a dream that was looking so promising.
Maybe he had spent the last few days going over, in a bit of an obsessive manner, their last few years, trying to pinpoint the moment in which Yesung had learned to kiss in that way that followed him even in his sleep. For now, he had found nothing.
And just because he needed a bit of positive reinforcement he extended his arms towards the ceiling without leaving the bed and took a selca posing with his best innocent smile.
H//: I wish you were here // 07:06
He knew he wouldn't be getting any replies until the older one landed on Taipei but still, he spent a few minutes just looking at the chat on his screen.
The plane arrived with a small but passable delay. And for what he could gather from the texts that started pouring on the group chat in the next ten minutes, there had been some strong turbulences during most of the flight.
That piece of information, together with the silence of the older one in the group chat and the radio silence on social networks was making him nervous, but waiting was all he could do. Shindong had just texted that all of them were okay, with the exception of Kyuhyun who had rushed towards the airport bathrooms to puke the moment they landed. But Hyukjae was pretty sure that that had less to do with the turbulences and more with the fact that the younger one had finished, by himself, the half cake that Hyuk had left on the fridge before leaving. So, of course, he wasn’t feeling really sympathetic towards him.
For the past 20 minutes he had been trying the different clothes the styling team had laid out for him and he was definitely feeling anxious. He had been haunted since his debut with a wardrobe problem he used to call “too much shoulder too little waist” so every suit had to be fitted or it would like too tight up or too loose down.
Thankfully, in the last few years he had gained a few kilos that had somehow softened the problem but his weight was still pretty variable with an awful tendency to just… drop without even knowing.
A moment afterwards a high-pitched voice coming from beyond the dressing room made him crane his neck towards the source of the noise with a bit of anticipation boiling in his body, recognizing the origin of the almost screams instantly.
“... And I swear, this is the last time I take any kind of means of transport after a whole morning of pilates. My abs are hurting, my ass is hurting, I have stiffness up my ears and I swear I keep hearing my instructor yelling at me every time I close my eyes. You dont know her, but she’s scary as fuck.
Siwon opened the door and there came Heechul, who was talking a bit to actor a bit to the universe a bit to noone in particular and closing it afterwards said hi with a small but perfect reverence. Hyuk just raised his hand as from his mouth a sound resembling “yoh” left his lips.
“You have never been in better shape in years, so you must give me your instructor’s number.“ Hyukjae was about to interrupt saying that if he really wanted to go more to the gym he could definitely join his classes but at the last moment decided to just keep his mouth shut.
“Yeah, sure” growled Heechul “so she can drop me for you”
“Are you all here?” He finally took off the suit’s jacket, giving it back to the stylist and focused his slightly anxious gaze on Siwon.
“Almost. We lost Kyuhyun’s stomach on the way.” Laughed Heechul which in time made some other staff laugh back.
“Ryeowook and Yesung stayed back with him at the coffee shop, he really needed an infusion.” Added Siwon who was now busy saying hello to every member of the staff.
“I’ll go check on our dearest and youngest cake stealer.”
As he was leaving another one of Heechul’s laughs ringed in his ears.
Truth be told he had spend all night thinking about how the perfect rencounter had to go; at one point he even considered going to the airport to pick him up, but that was quickly dismissed, not only because the airport was surely still swarming with fans but because he was pretty sure airport reunions came at the end of movies. And he didn't want to hurry things.
He pushed the coloured glass door of the room that served both as a cafe and restaurant for the hotel and it only took him but a second to find them.
Kyuhyun’s face was still as white as a sheet and he was holding the steamy cup in between his fingers as if it was a life saver. Ryeowook, who was sitting by his side had in front of him a bowl of freshly cut fruit and was now offering one to Yesung who, after a few seconds of doubt, finally accepted it, taking it directly from his fingers.
Hyukjae frowned for an instant. He hadn’t even reached that “let’s feed eachother” stage with Yesung and they were supposed to be a couple. His eyes came to rest again on the older one’s lips, as he thought just how many more secrets they were hiding.
“Hyuk!” Ryeowook was the first one to notice him and raised his arm to try and get his attention. Yesung just looked his way, shyly, still eating.
“I’ve been told we almost lost Kyuhyun” He jokingly hitted the younger one on his shoulders, something he definitely did not appreciate. “Was my cake worth it?”
“I regret nothing” Was all he answered after he took another sip.
And so, Hyukjae took a free chair and sat down in front of them as he sighed.
“Everything is ready for the rehearsal to begin. It’s gonna be a busy day.”
“The most important thing right now is that Donghae promised to take us all to a barbecue place tonight. He said he knows a really good place not far from here” Added Ryeowook as he finished eating the fruit.
“He knows a good place around here and he never took me there?” He was definitely taking a mental note to tell his partner about such a terrible affront towards him.
And, as he started rambling about just how offended he was feeling at the moment because of that horrible betrayal from his sub-unit partner and theoretically best friend he could see just around the corner of his eye how Yesung, still in silence, turned on his cellphone.
After a few seconds staring at the screen completely still he raised those dark and shiny eyes of his to look at him with a glint of sass in the. Hyukjae could now clearly see how the older one’s skin looked just slightly more red and so, he smiled back at him with a smile that mirrored the one in the photo.