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Huening Kai doesn’t know what’s gotten into him.
Well. Maybe he’s not being very honest with himself. But he’s nothing if not a master of self-deception, especially when it comes to things like —
“You want me to what?” Soobin says, staring at Kai in poorly disguised horror.
“Um,” Kai says. It comes out sounding more like a squeak. “What? Nothing. Forget I said anything! What?”
In his defence, it made sense when he’d first suggested it. Soobin's a good two years older than him. Soobin’s had two ex-girlfriends. Therefore it stands to reason that Soobin’s probably had infinitely more experience in kissing said ex-girlfriends than Kai, who has a grand total of zero ex-girlfriends. Or boyfriends, for that matter.
Kai had simply put two and two together and, in what was in hindsight clearly a momentary but debilitating lapse of sanity, asked Soobin if —
“You want me to teach you how to kiss,” Soobin repeats, still looking horrified.
Soobin visibly shakes himself. It should be funny. It’s not. Kai’s more consumed by his sudden burgeoning need to throw himself out of the window, or perhaps dive under his covers like an ostrich and hope to god that Soobin won’t be able to see him if he can’t see Soobin.
“Just — why?” Soobin asks.
Kai stares at the phone in his hand.
“Remember Sungmi?” Kai finally croaks out. He jerks his phone in Soobin’s general direction, open to an Instagram post of Sungmi, Kai’s hugest crush from middle school, posing with an ice cream cone. “From middle school?”
Soobin squints. “Yes,” he says, but he drags out the word so it sounds more like yyyyyyyye-es.
“She, uh, asked me out,” Kai says. Then he decides that diving under the covers actually is a superb idea, and does just that.
“What do you mean, she asked you out?” Soobin’s voice floats from above.
Kai lets a terrified whimper out into the duvet cover. “She messaged me yesterday, and we chatted for a bit, and she said she missed me, and then she... she asked me out. She has an aunt who owns a cafe in Myeongdong, remember the cafe we visited once when we were trainees? They had a cute fat cat, remember the cat? It scratched you, haha, that was funny. Anyway, they’re launching a new mint-themed menu, and her aunt’s doing a taste-test session, and because we’re always talking about mint choco ice cream on interviews and stuff, Sungmi said she was reminded of me, and so she asked me down to try it out and really it’s not even a date but what if it is and she tries to kiss me and I embarrass myself I mean I’m 18 and I still haven’t had my first kiss —“
“Hueningie,” Soobin says. “I get it.”
Kai careens to a stop. He peeks out from under the covers. “You do?”
“Yeah, of course,” Soobin says. He gives Kai a fond look, which makes Kai feel warm all over. Wow, it’s hot under these covers. “It’s — what you’re feeling is totally normal. God knows I felt just like you when I went on my first date. Um. I highly doubt she’s going to spring a surprise smooch on you, but if you’re really worried...” Soobin trails off, his face going red. “... I can give you a few tips.”
“Actually,” Kai says, and then without his permission his mouth starts running again. “I was thinking more of, like, practical training between you and me, like you actually teaching me —“ Kai finally gets ahold of his tongue, “— forget it. This is stupid. I wasn’t thinking. Obviously. You’re right. She’s not going to want to kiss me, why on earth would she want to kiss — kiss this?”
Kai gestures broadly at himself, then laughs, then proceeds to die a painful and excruciating death on the inside.
This is bad. This is very bad.
Soobin’s mouth has formed a small ‘o’, and the nature of his lips makes it look more like a tiny heart, which is... not something that Kai needs to be noticing right now.
Kai pushes the covers off himself, for lack of anything else to do with his hands.
“I —“ Soobin starts. He swallows. The thinly veiled horror that had been lurking beneath his features slowly develops into pure, unadulterated terror.
This was a bad idea. A bad idea of extraordinary proportions. What on earth was Kai thinking?
If he’s going to be real with himself, the answer to that would be because Kai didn’t think.
After all, he’s spent the better part of the past four years trying not to think about his huge, ridiculous, all-encompassing crush on Soobin. It’s only fair that Kai has become quite the expert at Not Thinking about things.
“I don’t see why she wouldn’t,” Soobin says.
Kai blinks, losing his train of thought. “She wouldn’t what?”
“Wouldn’t want to kiss you.”
Oh.
Kai’s brain goes carefully blank.
“Aren’t you always going on about how you’re the handsomest of us all?” Soobin teases.
Kai stares at him.
Soobin gets the hint. “When are you going out with her?” he asks.
“In — in two days.”
“Do you...” Soobin frowns. “Do you want her to kiss you?”
“I,” Kai says. “I don’t know. Maybe? I used to, like, really like her, and I — I’m 18 and I feel like I’m missing out on everything and I just don’t want to embarrass myself.”
“Cool,” Soobin says. “Cool cool cool. So you like her. And she likes you?”
Kai lifts a shoulder. He doesn’t actually like her — she’s just an old crush that could potentially help him break his first kiss virginity.
Soobin peers over at Kai’s phone screen again. “She’s pretty. Is she the kid who helped you with your school assignments? When you didn’t have time to finish them?”
“Yeah, and she saved my ass every time the teachers asked me a question I didn’t know how to answer.”
“Which, let me guess, was all the time?”
“First of all, rude,” Kai says, pointing a finger at Soobin. “Second of all —“
“I’ll do it,” Soobin says.
“You’ll save my ass every time Bang PD asks me a question I don’t know how to answer?”
“No, Kai, I’ll teach you how to kiss.”
Kai gapes.
“Only because she was good to you and she’s cute and I approve of her,” Soobin continues.
“I, you, what,” Kai says, displaying all the eloquence of an elephant.
“But it stops at kissing,” Soobin says. “Nothing below the belt. We all had to struggle through that by ourselves and I’m not giving you a tutorial on how to —“
“Enough!” Kai yelps. “That’s definitely not happening on a first date, oh my god. Unless she wants to — no. No no no. Just kissing. Yup. Just me and you, kissing. I mean — me and her. That’s fine.”
How is this fine? This is not fine.
“Okay, go brush your teeth,” Soobin says.
“Wait,” Kai says. “Wait wait wait. This is — this is happening tonight?”
“Well, we have dance practice till late tomorrow, and the day after we have a shoot, and the rest are at the gym now so they won’t be back for another hour so I thought, I mean... but if you’re not ready, that’s totally fine, um, we can —"
“No, no, sorry, I forgot,” Kai stammers. “Wow, how do you have the entire schedule in your brain? I can’t even remember where I put my phone, haha, oh look it’s here in my hand! Anyway. Tonight it is, right, let me go — brush my teeth, and then we’ll meet here again?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Soobin says, watching him with an amused quirk to his lips. His pink, pouty lips. That will soon be intimately acquainted with Kai’s lips.
Oh, god.
Kai stubs his toe on the way out of his room.
In the bathroom, Kai splashes his face once, stares at himself in the mirror, then splashes his face again. Maybe the more he hits his face with water, the more likely it’ll be that he realises this is all part of a dream and wake himself up, because there’s no way this could actually be happening — straight-as-an-arrow Soobin, agreeing to practice kiss Kai? Soobin doesn’t even know Kai swings both ways. Kai can already hear Taehyun cackling at the absurdity of it all.
Then Kai brushes his teeth too hard and his gums start bleeding and he concludes that the blood looks and tastes a bit too realistic for this to be a dream.
Also, ouch.
“Bad news,” Kai declares, kicking the door open. Soobin’s in bed using his phone. “Oh, you turned off the lights?”
The ceiling lights are off. The bedside lamp casts a golden glow all over Soobin’s skin, covered only by a grey sweatshirt and Soobin’s favourite dark blue boxers, the one with the hole. Kai swallows.
“So we won’t have to see each other’s awkward faces,” Soobin says. “What’s the bad news?”
“I’m not awkward,” Kai protests, lurking awkwardly in the doorway.
“I won’t be awkward if you don’t make this awkward.”
“This whole situation is awkward!” Kai bursts. He closes the door and contemplates the pros and cons of locking it.
“Hey,” Soobin says, lifting his eyes from his phone to look at Kai. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“This was literally my idea, hyung.”
“It’s okay to change your mind. Like, I change my mind every time we order food in for supper.”
Soobin throws a tentative smile over to Kai. He’s sprawled across Kai’s upper bunk bed, one leg dangling off, face tinged with blue light from his phone, and in the intersection of golden-blue hues he looks almost surreal. Like he’s straight out of a comic book. Or Kai’s wildest fantasies.
“No, it’s okay,” Kai mumbles. “Let’s do this.”
“You sure?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Okay,” Soobin says. His voice goes gentle. “Lock the door and come to bed. What’s the bad news?”
Right, the bad news.
“I brushed my teeth too hard, so my mouth might or might not taste like blood,” Kai says. He locks the door.
“Oh, yum,” Soobin says, dry. He sits up, putting his phone away. “Come here and let hyung kiss it better.” He pats the bed in front of him.
“Hyung,” Kai says, cheeks burning, stomach churning. Why’d he eat so much seafood stew for dinner? Why didn’t the Kai of two-hours-ago have the foresight to see this coming? His skin feels like it’s on fire.
He climbs up into bed, sitting cross-legged in front of Soobin.
There’s a moment of pause in which Soobin stares at Kai and Kai stares at Soobin. The aircon hums. The places where his bare legs touch the bed tingles. Then Soobin’s eyes drop to Kai’s mouth and his heart nearly vaults out of his throat.
“C’mere,” Soobin murmurs, scooting closer till their knees are touching.
Kai’s heart does a complicated acrobatic move in his chest.
“Pretend I’m Sungmi,” Soobin says, voice going soft like velvet.
Not trusting his vocal chords, Kai makes a noise that’s supposed to sound affirmative but comes out sounding more like a dying cat.
Soobin leans in close — so close Kai can see the two moles on his left cheek. “Okay, now kiss me.”
“M-me?” Kai squeaks. “Kiss you?”
“No, kiss the pillow,” Soobin says drily. “Yes, you, kiss me.”
“How — how about you kiss me,” Kai stammers. “Just to — to show me how it’s done?”
“That’s cheating,” Soobin murmurs, leaning in close the way he always does when he’s teasing Kai, pressing their foreheads together. This is normal. This is familiar territory. And yet everything about this feels like walking through a mine field, and at every turn Kai risks setting off an explosive that screams “I’VE HAD AN EMBARRASSING CRUSH ON YOU SINCE FOREVER!”
“If you can’t even kiss me, how will you kiss Sungmi?” Soobin continues, and he’s so close Kai can feel Soobin’s breath whispering across his skin.
He shivers.
“Maybe I’ll wait for her to kiss me,” Kai retorts, staring at Soobin’s lips.
“Then I would’ve failed at teaching you how to kiss.” Soobin nudges their noses together. His nose is soft, like the rest of him — except his lips would probably be softer. “If you want something, you should go for it.”
Kai’s heart stutters against his rib cage.
“If you say so,” Kai whispers, and inches forward the rest of the way.
At first, it’s just a fleeting press of lips. A dry, fluttering thing of a kiss.
In that instance, Kai learns that Soobin’s lips are soft, like crazy soft — so soft he would’ve doubted ever making contact if not for the slightly chapped surface of Soobin’s mouth, rough from his habit of worrying at his lips.
In that instance, Kai learns what it feels like for his face to burn in self-consciousness, to flame scarlet from the tip of his nose to the tips of his ears, for every molecule of his skin to become abruptly hyper-aware of his proximity to Soobin — where they’re in contact, knee to knee, and how much closer he wants to be.
In that instance, Kai learns what Soobin’s eyelashes look like fanned across his cheeks when the kiss ends, and what they look like when Soobin lifts his gaze slowly to look at Kai with dark, half-lidded eyes.
And then Kai surges forward again, desire and curiosity and want thrumming through his veins, fingers trembling against the bed sheets. When their lips meet for the second time, Soobin sucks in a quick breath like he’s surprised, and then he wraps his hand — soft, gentle, comforting — against the back of Kai’s neck, tilts Kai’s head at an angle so he can slot his lips properly against Kai’s and — oh.
So this is what kissing really feels like.
This is what kissing Soobin feels like. His first friend in Big Hit. His first best friend. And now his first kiss.
Soobin’s hand is warm and large and electrifying against Kai’s skin, and Kai’s heart is warm and large and feels like it’s going to break his ribs open with how hard it’s beating.
Soobin moves his lips slowly against Kai’s, and they stay like that for a while — slow and easy, exchanging sweet kisses that make Kai want to explode with how badly he wants more, how badly he wants Soobin to know the full breadth of his feelings for him.
How far can he go before Soobin sees through the flimsy excuse he’d built out of Sungmi’s messages? How much can they do before Soobin realises that it’s not Sungmi he wants to kiss, but Soobin himself?
“Not bad,” Soobin murmurs, leaning back.
Kai sucks in a huge breath, and realises belatedly that he hadn’t been breathing.
Naturally, Soobin notices.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face this red,” Soobin comments, teasing.
Kai feels his face flush even warmer. What does he even say to that? Neither have I? Sorry, I was so overwhelmed from kissing you that I forgot basic human instinct?
Soobin’s hand is still on Kai’s neck.
Soobin’s knees are still pressing against Kai’s knees.
Soobin’s lips are still pink and curved with mirth.
“You can breathe through your nose,” Soobin says, stroking his thumb distractingly across the nape of Kai’s neck.
“Can we — can we try that again?” Kai blurts.
“Oh.” Soobin blinks. “Of course.”
“Just — until I feel confident enough to... you know.”
“As many times as you need, Hueningie.”
This — this is why he loves Soobin. Because for all of Soobin’s playful jabs and teasing, he’s still Kai’s safety net, where he can feel comfortable even when he’s miles out of his comfort zone.
“Was I — did I do it right?” Kai asks, just to be sure. He lets himself slowly sway forward again.
“Y-yeah,” Soobin says, voice cracking a little. “You did well.”
“How can I improve?”
“Uh,” Soobin looks taken aback, like he wasn’t expecting Kai to ask. “I think you can, um, use your hands, maybe?”
Kai untangles his fingers from the covers.
“Like this?” Kai asks, lifting a hand to swipe Soobin’s bangs back from where it’s covering his eyes.
“Maybe a bit — gentler,” Soobin says, blinking rapidly. “Ow, I think you got hair in my eye.”
“Oh my god,” Kai says, jerking back. “I’m sorr—“
“Stop it,” Soobin says. “Lesson one, be confident.”
“I — I stabbed you in the eyeball.”
“Stab is a bit much.”
“I’m never gonna be as cool as you,” Kai moans.
Soobin’s eyebrows go up. “You think I’m cool?”
“I — well, you —“
“Our Hueningie thinks I’m cool,” Soobin coos delightedly, pinching Kai’s cheek.
“Stop it — hyung—“ Kai splutters, swatting Soobin’s cheek-pinching hands away.
“Is that why you asked hyung to teach you to kiss? Because I’m the coolest?” Soobin says gleefully, tackling Kai down onto the bed.
“I said no such thing.”
“I beg to differ, Mr I’m-never-gonna-be-as cool-as-you,” Soobin imitates, jabbing a finger into Kai’s stomach.
“Shut up, you’re so annoying — stop it, haha, it’s ticklish — hyung —“
Kai gets ahold of Soobin’s arms, which had been tickling his stomach mercilessly, and flips them around. And then he’s staring down at Soobin, whose face is flushed and fringe is mussed, features arranged in mid-laugh, cheeks dimpling.
Soobin is breathtaking.
God, he’s done for.
“Lesson two,” Soobin says, breathless, eyes bright, “identify opportunities when they present themselves.”
The cogwheels in Kai’s brain turn for approximately two seconds before he understands.
“Oh,” Kai says, and cups Soobin’s cheek. “Like this?” He pinches the skin of Soobin’s face with his two fingers and pulls. Revenge! Ha!
“Uh, not exactly what I had in mind,” Soobin says, words distorted from how hard Kai is pulling his cheek.
“What then?” Kai asks, innocently.
Soobin intertwines his fingers with Kai’s, pulling Kai’s hand away from his face.
“You know what,” Soobin says, and Kai only has a split second to register what he means before Soobin surges up and kisses him.
This time around, Kai knows what to expect. The soft, slightly chapped feel of Soobin’s lips. His overwhelming hyper-awareness of Soobin’s skin. The flip-flopping of his heart in his chest.
It’s expected but that doesn’t mean it’s any less overwhelming.
This time around, Kai discovers what Soobin’s cupid’s bow feels like, soft but defined, the perfect dent curving against his lips. His bottom lip is full and supple, like a soft freshly-baked loaf of bread, and wouldn’t Soobin just love to hear that description?
Obediently, Kai breathes Soobin in through his nose. He smells like shampoo, like the body wash they all share, like the Soobin who’d hugged him for the first time when he was 15 and scared and missing home. That was the first time Kai had experienced, first-hand, what it felt like for his heart rate to increase without external stimulation like running or dancing, what it felt like for his body to experience attraction that his mind hadn’t yet come to terms with yet.
Now, Kai’s sprawled across Soobin’s chest and his fingers are wrapped up in Soobin’s hand and they’re close enough that Kai swears he can feel Soobin’s heart beating against his, soft badump-badumps knocking against his ribs.
Soobin said to use his hands, so Kai winds his free hand through Soobin’s hair, soft and fluffy from his bath, and Soobin makes an affirmative noise in his throat, a small hum that vibrates down into his chest and straight down south.
Fuck.
He’s seen the movies. He’s watched porn. He knows where making out can go, but god — his brain whites out every time he even so much as thinks about touching Soobin, and about Soobin touching him.
It’s okay. He’s okay. He’s good he’s good he’s good. He’s lying flat on his chest so there’s no chance of Soobin seeing or feeling anything and as long as Soobin doesn’t try to change their positions, Kai’s safe.
Then Soobin runs a hand down Kai’s spine, across his shoulder blades to the small of his back, and Kai’s so tense he almost jumps out of his bones.
“Hey,” Soobin murmurs, breaking the kiss, lips brushing against Kai’s. “Relax.”
“Hyung,” Kai says, dazed. His brain has officially left the chat. Soobin’s eyes are dark and focused, darting between his eyes and lips, and Kai sucks in his bottom lip, chasing after the taste of Soobin’s mouth on his.
“You’re doing so good.” Soobin whispers. He’s rubbing tiny circles against Kai’s lower back now, almost dipping past his waistband, and Kai has to bite back a whimper. “You’re a fast-learner, Hueningie.”
“Am — am I?” Kai says, and feels his traitorous body flush from head to toe.
“Yeah. Just relax.” Soobin smooths a stray lock of hair behind Kai’s ear. “It’s just me, why’re you so tense?”
“You have no idea,” Kai blurts, and then clamps his lips hard together fuck fuck fuck that was hitting it a bit too close to home he’s an idiot —
“I don’t mind, you know,” Soobin says softly, eyes searching. “Kissing — teaching you how to kiss.”
Kai blinks.
“Me — me neither?” he replies.
“You better not,” Soobin teases. Then his face goes serious again. “Kissing is supposed to be fun. Enjoy yourself. Loosen up a little.”
“Sorry, uh, I’m just a little uncomfortable,” Kai mumbles, and wonders if there’s any way he can adjust himself without Soobin noticing.
“Do you want to —“ Soobin makes like he’s about to sit up, which means Kai will have to sit up, which means Soobin will most definitely see the tent in his pants and that absolutely Will Not Do.
“No!” Kai squeaks, grabbing Soobin’s shoulders and pressing him back down. “I’m fine! This is fine! Let’s continue!”
Soobin eyes him. “I feel like I should probably tell you that manhandling first dates in bed is generally a bad idea.”
“Obviously I’m not going to bed with Sungmi,” Kai says, exasperated.
An unfamiliar look twists through Soobin’s features, but it disappears as soon as it appears.
“Good,” is all Soobin says.
Kai places a hand on Soobin’s cheek. “One last time?”
Soobin sucks in his bottom lip. “Sure.”
“Okay,” Kai says, leaning down and gearing himself up for yet another brain-destroying kiss until he hears, faintly, the front door open.
“Dibs on the shower!” Yeonjun yells from outside.
Soobin’s eyes go wide, and Kai scrambles back so fast he hits his head on the upper bunk bannister.
“Fuck — ow!” Kai yelps.
“You okay?” Soobin asks, sitting up.
The door rattles. Oh god. Kai forgot he’d locked the door.
“Kai?” Taehyun hollers from outside.
“Fuck,” Kai says vehemently, because he still hasn’t gotten ahold of the situation in his pants and Soobin isn’t moving and —
“Why’s the door locked?” Taehyun asks.
“Hyung get the door I have a concussion,” Kai moans.
“Coming!” Soobin yells, and jumps out of bed to unlock the door.
“Hmm,” Taehyun says, entering and examining the room. He squints at Kai. “I’m not gonna ask.”
Kai smushes his face into his pillow and groans.
—
“Okay, ‘fess up,” Taehyun says, closing the door behind him. “What did you do?”
They’re turning in for bed and Kai had been happily minding his own business up till this moment.
“Thought you said you weren’t going to ask?” Kai says, attempting for Mission: Decoy.
Taehyun remains unconvinced.
“You never lock the door,” Taehyun says, heading to their vanity. He uncaps a jar of moisturiser. “And your face was the colour of this sock.” He gestures to one of Kai’s red socks, hanging haphazardly from his drawer.
Where’d the other half of the pair go? Kai has no idea.
“We kissed,” Kai blurts.
Taehyun drops his jar of moisturiser. Taehyun is, by nature, a difficult person to take by surprise, so this comes as a rather concerning development.
“I’m sorry, you what?” Taehyun says, in measured tones.
“Correction, I asked him to teach me how to kiss, and he said yes, and he made me brush my teeth and then we — yeah. In my bed! Don’t worry. We didn’t touch your bed. Not that we did anything that would dirty the beds, haha! We only kissed!”
“‘We only kissed’,” Taehyun repeats slowly, like he has to say it a few times to comprehend it.
“I know, it’s crazy, right?”
“It’s not that,” Taehyun says. “You asked him to teach you? Whatever for?”
So Kai tells Taehyun the story about Sungmi.
“But do you really want to get involved with her?” Taehyun asks. “You know we can’t, like, do that kinda stuff unless it’s serious.”
Kai groans. “I know. I don’t know. It just happened and I panicked and I just really don’t wanna embarrass myself at 18.”
“And you thought asking the love of your life to teach you how to kiss wouldn’t be setting yourself up for an eternity of pining and even greater embarrassment?”
“Oh, god,” Kai says. The future looks so bleak when Taehyun puts it like that. “What do I do?”
“What I’ve been telling you to do for the past two years,” Taehyun says, eyeing him through the vanity mirror. “Tell him how you feel so he can reject you and you can move on for real.”
Well.
Kai doesn’t quite know what to say to that.
Taehyun visibly softens. It’s funny. His humongous eyes go normal-sized and he furrows his brows like the world is ending. “I’m sorry. You know I didn’t —“
“I know,” Kai interjects. “It’s fine. Forget it.”
“Kai...”
“No, I get it. I do. You’re right, as usual. I’m digging my own grave and the only question is whether I’ll have to enter it in the next week or so when Soobin discovers my feelings and breaks my heart or if I’ll enter it when I’m old and alone with two cats and a penguin.”
“I’m pretty sure you can’t legally own a penguin in Korea.”
“I just — seriously, that’s what you’re gonna focus on?”
“No — listen, I’m just looking out for you —“
“Yeah, well, maybe as a friend you could be a little more supportive.”
“I’m trying to —“
“Or maybe just a little more sympathetic. Is that so hard?”
“Kai...”
Kai rolls out of bed, jumping to the floor. He’s trembling. He feels like his entire body’s been wired up to an ignited car engine that doesn’t seem to have a stop button and he just really needs to get away.
“I know, Taehyun,” Kai says. “I know what you mean. But that doesn’t mean I want to hear it, you know?”
And then he walks out and kicks the door shut.
It’s pitch black outside. The rest have retired to their rooms and the silence envelops his body like a thick blanket.
It’s stupid that the first thing Kai wants to do is run into Soobin’s room and curl up in his arms.
It’s stupid, because this entire situation is stupid, and now thinking about being in bed with Soobin again makes him shivery and trembly in a completely different way.
Kai sits on the couch and contemplates sleeping in the living room. Then his phone vibrates.
soobinie
Hey
You awake?
huening⭐️
yeah
what’s up
soobinie
Just wondering if
If you’d want to continue from where we left off?
Kai stares at his phone screen. He blinks. Blinks again.
soobinie
I mean
You don’t have to of course
But there’s still a lot more to kissing than what we did
Soobin wants to continue.
Soobin wants to continue kissing him.
Kai’s heart immediately starts up its crazy gymnastics sequence again and he has to take deep breaths to refrain from blacking out or something else equally humiliating.
soobinie
Orrrr
Maybe not?
huening⭐️
sorry
was distracted
sure!
are you gonna teach me how to french kiss?
😘
soobinie
...
Meet you in the living room
huening⭐️
like now?
soobinie
In about 10?
Beomgyu’s about to fall asleep
huening⭐️
okay!
i’m actually already sitting here
in the dark
soobinie
Oh
What for
huening⭐️
just...
never mind
soobinie
Tell me later
Okay?
Hyung will kiss you better
huening⭐️
gross
soobinie
You know it
😉
“Holy cheeseballs,” Kai whispers to himself, and throws himself face first into the nearest pillow.