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It’s another one of those days; Yeonjun and Taehyun loitering in the artist lounge after wrapping up their dance practice for the day, both minding their own business. That’s until the older opens his mouth and starts whining about his backache and sore muscles.
Taehyun can’t help but roll his eyes at the older’s antics. Not a second later and a mischievous idea enters his mind.
The younger grins to himself, eyes still glued to the screen of his phone even as he starts talking, “Your age is catching up to you, Hyung.”
Yeonjun groans, reaching out to hit the younger boy playfully on the arm. “What did you just say, you brat?”
“Nothing?” Taehyun giggles as he leans away from the other. Once Yeonjun stops hitting him, Taehyun faces him again and mouths a word. “Ancient.”
Yeonjun glares at him, his next words stunning both of them.
“I swear keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you on the lips.”
“What?” Taehyun startles, doubting his sense of hearing for a brief second before the thought flies out of the window once he sees the color of red dusting Yeonjun’s cheeks.
“What?” The older asks back, wide-eyes and face flushed down to his neck.
Taehyun feels his own face heating up, but before he can press on about it, the older has scooted away from him, fumbling to grab his phone on the table. Yeonjun pretends to busy himself with his phone, leaving the younger flustered and confused on his own.
After a while, Taehyun gets over it, deciding to save thought for later, although he still feels a bit cheated with how Yeonjun evaded the awkward situation he created in the first place.
A notification pops up from his phone, it's a message from their leader asking him if he can come to the studio and meet him there. Taehyun glances at Yeonjun who’s attempting to immerse himself with his phone. This proves to be a complete failure since a single glance from the younger has him fidgeting on his spot, itching to avoid the attention.
Taehyun clears his throat. “Soobin hyung is looking for me.”
Yeonjun hums in reply, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde.
The younger heads to the exit of the room with a frown. He’s not even a foot out of the room when frustration and pettiness take over him. There’s no way he’s letting Yeonjun get the upper hand, he’s not the only one who’s going to end up prickly flustered from all of this. Taehyun has always hated losing, and this situation is no different from others. Or at least that's what he tells himself; it's easier to convince his mind that he's bothered by all of this because of his pride, not because of the growing disappointment in the pit of his stomach.
So, with all the confidence he can amass in that short amount of time, Taehyun turns around with a sly smile on his face.
“Yeonjun hyung?” He calls out and finally Yeonjun looks up to meet his eyes. “I’ll keep in mind not to shut up next time.”
The older splutters.
Taehyun doesn't give Yeonjun the chance to defend himself, he hurriedly walks out of the room, all giggly and with a bounce to his steps.
»»———— ♡ ————««
Taehyun puts his phone down on the bed after taking pictures of Hueningkai’s gift for him; a sandbag and one pair of boxing gloves neatly placed on the floor of their shared room.
The blonde boy envelopes the younger in a hug. It only takes Hueningkai a second to return the gesture, happily wrapping his arms around the smaller frame of the other.
“Thank you, Kai,” Taehyun buries his face in Hueningkai’s chest, muffling his giggles in the process. “I like it a lot.”
“Of cours! Anything for Hyunie!” Hueningkai beams, squeezing Taehyun gently in his arms. The smaller boy releases a small squeak in surprise, Hueningkai can’t hold back the fondness seeping into his laughter.
“I don’t mind giving Taehyunie the initial birthday present I had in mind as a bonus though.” The younger offers with a teasing lilt to his voice. “Only if he still wants it.”
Taehyun perks up, putting a small distance between them to meet the other’s eyes. “What present?”
“You know.” Hueningkai laughs a bit to himself before puckering his lips, reminding Taehyun of his words from that one VLive they filmed with Beomgyu before.
"What about Hueningie’s kiss as a gift?"
“You’re so silly!” A small gasp escapes Taehyun’s lips. He stares at the brunette in disbelief, before a layer of soft pink appears on his cheeks. He cups Hueningkai’s face, stands on his tippy-toes then proceeds to plant a kiss on the taller boy’s nose.
“You’ll still give me kisses even if it’s not my birthday anyway.”
Hueningkai’s surprise doesn’t even last half a minute before he’s laughing again, gingerly lifting the older from the ground with a firm grip on his waist.
“You’re right about that!” Hueningkai’s eyes lit up and that’s the only warning Taehyun gets before he’s being showered with kisses all over his face.
»»———— ♡ ————««
“This is so bad,” Soobin grumbles as he rummages around the living room searching for a pair of wireless earbuds. “How could I lose it for the third time?”
By now Soobin should be out of their dorm, waiting for their company car to arrive and bring him to his schedule in Music Bank. Instead, he’s stuck here, looking around the messy living room of their dorm for his earbuds he’s lost thrice in the span of a month.
Taehyun enters the room at that exact moment. He gives their leader a concerned look before asking. “Hyung? Is something the matter?”
Not having noticed the boy’s presence earlier, Soobin nearly jumped out of his skin, a hand coming up to clutch his chest. “You scared me!”
The younger boy shrugs, quickly reminding the other of his question. “Are you looking for something?”
“I lost a pair of my earbuds again,” Soobin admits after collecting himself. He turns to Taehyun with a pout. “I swear I just left it somewhere around here last night. Where did it go?”
Taehyun tilts his head slightly to the side before his eyes lit up in recognition. It’s not uncommon for the taller boy to misplace his things, but this time Taehyun knows exactly where to find it.
“I think I saw it earlier! I’ll go see and check,” The blonde says, not waiting for a reply from Soobin, already heading in the direction of his and Hueningkai’s room.
Just as he expects, the set of earbuds are on top of Hueningkai’s study table. It’s not a surprise since Soobin did end up sleeping in their room last night, too exhausted to get up from their maknae’s bed and to go back to his room with Beomgyu.
Taehyun returns to the living room, holding up the item with a triumphant smile. “Found it.”
“Taehyunie! Are you an angel?” Soobin gasps, taking huge steps to close the distance between them. He retrieves the earbuds from Taehyun, relief washing over him. “This saves me so much trouble! I could kiss you right now!”
“Hm?” Heat rushes to Taehyun’s face and he looks at his leader who’s painfully oblivious to what he just said and its destructive effect on Taehyun.
Right on cue, Soobin’s phone goes off, signaling the arrival of their company car.
“Oh god, look at the time.” Soobin glances at his phone before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him. A wide smile spreads across his face and before Taehyun knows it, his newly-done hair is being ruffled into a mess courtesy of Soobin’s big hand. “Thanks again, Taehyun. See you later!”
Taehyun grumbles, pushing the older out of their dorm. Once the older is out of sight, the blonde allows himself to lower his guard and think. He covers his face with his hands in embarrassment as the thoughts of their leader’s plump soft lips pressing against his own haunt him.
“You should’ve kissed me then…”
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Beomgyu turns to him the instant their live ended, his face unnaturally blank. “Is it true?”
They’re in one of the studios inside their new company building, having just finished a live session with each other after a long while. Now, they’re in this situation with the older of the two asking questions Taehyun doesn’t even know what entails.
It must’ve shown on his face because the older takes the initiative to clarify his question.
“That you get,” Beomgyu pauses, “threatened with kisses by the other members?”
Taehyun burst into a fit of giggles, receiving an unimpressed glare from the other.
“Now that I think about it, they’re not really much of a threat to me.” Maybe with the exception of Yeonjun, but then Taehyun remembers the older’s face resembling a fully riped strawberry and suddenly he can no longer associate the word threatening to it.
“So it’s true.” Beomgyu looks to be lost in his own thoughts and Taehyun’s natural instinct to tease is awakened.
“Why are you asking?” He places his elbow on the table and rests his chin on his hand, eyelashes fluttering while the corners of his lips lift upwards.
“Don’t tell me, you want to kiss me too?” Taehyun asks, his gaze never leaving the older’s rigid form.
The tips of Beomgyu’s ears redden making Taehyun break out of character to coo at the cuteness of his hyung.
“Hyung, you really like me these days-” Taehyun scoots closer to the older, but before he can even finish his sentence, he’s rudely cut off by a gentle hand on his cheek and a pair of lips touching his own.
At first, it doesn't register in his brain, but once it does, he nearly shuts down.
He can still taste the bitterness from the Americano Beomgyu drank before, but even that is lost to him when a surge of warmth overcomes his senses. Suddenly, he’s hyperaware of everything; from the softness of Beomgyu’s lips to the heat emanating from Beomgyu’s hands on his cheeks.
Taehyun is aware and unaware of everything at the same time. The world is spinning so fast it’s making him dizzy, he's so certain he can faint any moment now. There’s no coherent thought left in his head except for the string of words containing the other’s name, a repetitive beat of beomgyu hyung, beomgyu hyung, beomgyu hyung.
Beomgyu pulls away first, and Taehyun, still in a trance, doesn’t catch himself leaning forward to chase after the other’s lips.
“Does that answer your question?” It’s Beomgyu’s turn to smirk at him, eyes glinting in playfulness.
Hearing the older’s low teasing tone pulls him out of the charm. Taehyun huffs and hits the other on the arm.
“Idiot.” Taehyun pouts, red tinting his cheeks. “Do it again.”
Without any prior threats or warning, Beomgyu complies. His arms encircling around the younger’s waist pulling him closer as he captures his lips in a deeper kiss.
Taehyun melts in the older’s arms, growing weak with each move of their lips against each other. It’s delightful and every positive synonymous word Taehyun can find in the dictionary. He doesn’t mind getting used to this.
At that very moment, in the middle of being kissed senseless, Taehyun discovers one fundamental truth through the haze of his mind.
In retrospect, kisses can never be used as threats against him. Because in reality, Taehyun craves it more than any sweet treats he can have.