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Yeonjun wanted the entire experience. He wanted the pre-prom photo shoot and dinner with Soobin’s friends, he wanted the actual prom itself, and he wanted the afterparty. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gotten any of that the previous year when he was still in high school, but he insisted.
“A different lens, Soobin-ah! I want to see what this is like from the perspective of an actual adult,” he explained. Soobin rolled his eyes fondly, playfully pushing Yeonjun’s bowl of ramyeon away from him. The elder pouted as he pulled it back, sticking his tongue out.
Truth be told, Soobin was actually excited to do all of the stereotypical prom activities. Last year he had been so shy that hall he had really done was cling to Yeonjun and blush his way through the slow dance. The two escaped the event early to watch movies at Soobin’s house. That was its own sort of fun, but now that he was more confident in himself and his relationship he was ready to socialise more.
The day of, Yeonjun demanded that they not see each other until they met for the photo shoot. It had made Soobin giggle when Yeonjun first asked him. “We’re not getting married, hyung,” he laughed. Yeonjun had shrugged, smiling into his textbook. “It’ll be good practice,” he replied simply.
Soobin hadn’t realised the implications behind his response until later that night. He promptly squealed quietly into his pillow.
“Yah, eomma, you’re gonna mess it up!” Soobin shouted, swatting his mother’s hand away from his carefully styled hair. His eomma tutted, circling Soobin and trying to adjust another part of his tuxedo. Soobin successfully moved out of her way in time, grabbing his phone and wallet—and Yeonjun’s corsage—and running to his older brother. “I have to go, eomma, I promise I’ll send you all the photos!” he cried.
When his brother dropped him off, Soobin spent a few seconds trying to find where he was supposed to meet his friends. They were at a beautiful park downtown, the sun was setting in the sky and the flowers were swaying gently in the breeze. There was a lake in the centre of the park, and that was the meeting place. He followed the directions on the posted map and thankfully saw his dongsaeng’s bright blonde hair in the distance.
He couldn’t help but scan the entire area, looking for his boyfriend. He saw his friends Taehyun and Beomgyu, as well as Huening Kai, but there was no sign of his boyfriend. Soobin wasn’t worried, it was a large possibility that he had arrived first.
Kai caught sight of Soobin first as he approached, and he squealed, nearly dropping his camera as he ran toward Soobin. “Hyung! You look so handsome!” he shrieked, reaching forward and giving him a hug. Soobin chuckled, hugging Kai back. “Yah, hush,” he replied. Kai rubbed his belly and then stepped back so Taehyun and Beomgyu could greet Soobin. They were all dressed up, hair styled to perfection, boutonnieres pinned to their lapels. “You all look so good, my cute dongsaengs,” Soobin cooed, reaching to pinch Beomgyu’s cheeks.
Beomgyu scowled, pushing Soobin’s shoulder. “Where is Yeonjun-hyung? I’m starting to sweat in this suit,” he complained. Soobin checked his phone, it was a little past the time they were all supposed to start taking photos. He bit his lip, wondering if his boyfriend had gotten lost or if something had happened.
Before he could get too worried, however, he heard his name being called. He spun around, body relaxing in relief as he spotted Yeonjun jogging up the pathway. A smile spread across his lips and he could hear his dongsaengs pretending to gag but didn’t care. Because Yeonjun looked stupid hot.
His suit was tailored to his form so well it left little to the imagination. His tuxedo vest cinched his waist perfectly and his hair was swept off his forehead. He had put makeup on, sharp eyeliner with dark eyeshadow, making his look intimidating and downright sexy. Soobin was a weak, weak man as the dancer came to a stop in front of him.
There was no way this was Soobin’s reality, surely he didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as Yeonjun? Suddenly, he was right back to where he was a year ago. Shy, blushing, unable to find the words he wanted to say. Yeonjun chuckled, shamelessly raking his eyes up and down Soobin’s form, humming to himself as he rested a hand on Soobin’s waist. “You’re hot, baby,” he said, a slight smirk on his face.
Soobin blushed furiously, pulling on Yeonjun’s elbow to bring him closer. “Says you,” he replied. Yeonjun grinned wider, starting to reply when Beomgyu butts in, clapping his hands and pulling the couple out of their bubble. “Photo time! I’m starving and sweating, let’s go!” he cried.
Yeonjun gave Beomgyu a glare but Soobin smiled sweetly, taking Yeonjun’s hand and walking with his friends to the spot where Kai was going to take their couple photos. As they walked, Yeonjun bumped against Soobin’s side, smiling cheesily over at him. “We should get dressed up like this more often,” he said. Soobin blushed, heart freezing every time he glanced at Yeonjun. “I don’t know if that would be good for my health, seeing as I’m having difficulty breathing right now.”
The elder laughed loudly, throwing his head back. He dropped Soobin’s hand just to tickle his ear, smiling so fondly at him that Soobin felt like he was floating on air. “You flatter me, Choi Soobin,” Yeonjun whispered.
They arrived at the edge of the lake, and Kai quickly began directing them where to stand. Soobin followed instructions, waiting for Kai’s cue before presenting Yeonjun with his corsage. He had originally planned on giving his boyfriend the traditional boutonniere, but when the elder had shyly asked for a corsage, Soobin immediately switched gears, excited and proud that Yeonjun had asked for such a change.
He opened the box, and carefully took out the flower arrangement, taking care not to mess up any of the perfectly placed stems and petals. It was a beautiful corsage, with red and purple accents, and when Yeonjun held out his hand, it was shaking just slightly. It hit Soobin that what they were doing was very similar to something he had imagined himself doing some time in the future. The moment was intimate, and when Soobin slid the corsage on Yeonjun’s wrist and then met his eyes, he almost wanted to cry.
Because Yeonjun was staring up at him with the softest gaze, eyes bright and gentle, and a thousand unspoken words lay between them. Soobin secured the corsage and then lifted a hand to touch Yeonjun’s cheek. A lovely blush met his fingertips, and Yeonjun looked away shyly, focusing on his own box. Soobin gulped, half-aware of Kai’s camera shutter going off—had it been going off the whole time?—and instead mostly focused on Yeonjun’s shaky fingers opening the box of Soobin’s boutonniere.
It matched the corsage, a rose surrounded by purple lilac, and after Yeonjun pinned it to Soobin’s lapel, he let his hand linger over his heart. Soobin stepped forward, smiling happily before wrapping his boyfriend up in his arms. Yeonjun let out a little laugh, leaning back just a bit. “Don’t crush your boutonniere, baby!” he warned.
Soobin quickly pulled back, checking the flowers. Yeonjun chuckled, reaching forward to adjust it just a little. “You’re too cute.”
“Okay! Enough lovey dovey, give me some poses!” Kai shouted, waving his arm around. Yeonjun winked at Soobin and then they both turned, posing just like Kai had asked.
By the time Soobin and Yeonjun arrived at the actual prom—dinner had run a little late—most of the school was already there. They had been lucky thus far to not run into any of Soobin’s classmates, but it was now unavoidable. Soobin grew a little worried, but Yeonjun seemed almost giddy. He held onto Soobin’s arm as they walked toward the entrance. “You promise you’ll dance with me?” he asked, making a pouty face up at Soobin.
Soobin blushed, pulling them across the parking lot. The younger members of his group had bounded ahead, Kai shrieking and spinning around obnoxiously. Everyone was experiencing some sort of high, the kind that accompanied any sort of large social gathering. Even if it was something as lame as senior prom. “Of course I’ll dance with you, hyung,” he replied.
Yeonjun beamed, kissing Soobin’s cheek. Soobin blushed, quickly looking around to see if anyone had noticed. He wasn’t opposed to public affection at all, but he had a feeling Yeonjun was going to be a little over-the-top tonight. The elder all but yanked Soobin to the entrance of the gym, stopping by the balloon arch and waving at Kai. “Hyuka! Can you take our picture?” he shrieked.
Kai, who had been up ahead with Taehyun and Beomgyu, spun on his heels and enthusiastically nodded, wasting no time pushing Soobin and Yeonjun to the centre of the arch. Soobin was a little embarrassed—students walking in around them had definitely started to take notice. Kai snapped a few photos, before Yeonjun gave him a thumbs up and turned himself and Soobin around.
Yeonjun gave him a smile before they finally entered the gym. Soobin’s eyes widened as he took in the—admittedly impressive—decorations. The ceiling was barely visible through the gossamer drapes hung from end to end. It reminded Soobin of clouds and did a good job of concealing the fact that they were in a high school gymnasium. Stringed lights draped the bleachers and the entire floor had been covered with a thick rubbery black fabric to prevent people from slipping.
One the far end are tables and a refreshments, the rest of the room dominated by the dance floor. The DJ was situated off to one side, and the lights were dimmed and colourful. The room was relatively full, though Soobin was sure more people would arrive as the night went on. Yeonjun looked around too, and then he turned to face Soobin.
“They put a lot more effort into this year than last year,” he remarked. Soobin giggled, shaking his head slightly and untangling his arm from Yeonjun’s grip to take his hand. “Let’s dance before someone interrupts us,” he suggested. Yeonjun agreed, biting his lip as Soobin pulled them to the dance floor. A few couples looked their way but thankfully none of them said anything.
Soobin smiled at his boyfriend as Yeonjun came closer, grinning too, locking his arms around Soobin’s neck. The song wasn’t a slow song, but it also wasn’t too fast, so the couple swayed gently around, Yeonjun spinning away a few times just so Soobin had to twist him back into his embrace. After the third spin, Yeonjun slumped against his chest, taking a few heavy breaths. “Okay, I’m dizzy,” he said. Soobin laughed, letting Yeonjun rest against him as the song came to an end.
The song changed to something much more upbeat then, and Yeonjun shrieked, jumping up and down and grabbing Soobin’s hands. He pulled him closer to the centre of the dance floor, right as nearly everyone else in the gym came to dance too. It must’ve been a popular song, Soobin thought briefly before Yeonjun was singing along loudly in his ears and dancing like a maniac.
It filled Soobin with immense joy to see his lover so happy and he couldn’t help but dance along, singing loudly and holding Yeonjun’s hands tightly as they jumped around. There were many bodies around them, and after the first couple minutes of the song the heat became noticeable. But Yeonjun was still dancing his heart out, a smile on his face as he leaned in and gave Soobin’s cheek a quick kiss. Soobin flushed redder than he probably already was, but he didn’t mind, it was worth the possible embarrassment if it meant making Yeonjun look so happy.
They danced for a while, Soobin having to remind Yeonjun more than once that they were at his high school prom and not some random club where nobody knew who they were. Yeonjun pouted every time Soobin turned him back to be face to face with him, but he understood. Last thing Soobin wanted was for his literature teacher to catch his boyfriend grinding on him.
When they finally left the dance floor, they were both out of breath, carefully styled hair starting to fall over their foreheads. They went over to an empty table and Yeonjun fell into one of the chairs. Soobin smiled sweetly, looking over his shoulder at the refreshment table. It wasn’t too busy since most people were still dancing. “Hyung, I’m going to get us some punch,” he told Yeonjun. Yeonjun smiled and nodded. “Hurry back,” he said with a wink. Soobin rolled his eyes fondly before going over to the table.
He bowed politely to the teachers who were stationed nearby, and then grabbed two cups. He was reaching for the punch ladle when a manicured hand shot out and beat him to it. Soobin’s head shot up and he was greeted with Jisoo, one of his classmates. She looked very pretty with her hair pinned up in an elaborate bun and her eyelids sparkling with makeup. “Soobin-ssi!” she exclaimed, dropping the ladle to put her hand on her hip. Soobin gave her a small bow, wondering how this encounter was about to go.
“Hi, Jisoo-noona, you look very nice,” he complimented politely. Jisoo gave him a warm smile, then leaned forward a bit, as if she was going to reveal a secret. “Did you bring Yeonjun-ssi with you?” she whispered. Soobin blinked, mouth opening as he instinctively looked over his shoulder to where Yeonjun was sitting. He couldn’t see him through the crowds of people, but when he looked back at Jisoo, he saw that she had followed his gaze. She looked back at Soobin expectantly. He swallowed, figuring this was bound to happen sooner or later. “I did, I’m getting us some punch,” he explained.
He took the ladle then, pouring the two cups full. He hoped that Jisoo would get the hint and leave him alone, but she lingered, leaning against the table. “You look really nice too, Soobin-ssi, I wonder if Yeonjun-ssi would let me steal a dance with you,” she pondered. Soobin almost gaped at her confidence, but he managed to keep it together as he just laughed lightly. “Enjoy the night, noona, I’ll see you on Monday,” he said, giving himself an out. He walked away before Jisoo could have a chance to reply.
He wove carefully through the throngs of people, careful not to spill any of the punch, and he was actually surprised when he got to Yeonjun and nobody had approached him. The elder looked up from his phone and smiled brightly when he saw Soobin. He accepted the punch and had drank at least half of it by the time Soobin sat down next to him. “Ahhh,” he exhaled. “I was dying of thirst.”
Soobin took a sip of the tart liquid too, smacking his lips. “Sorry it took a minute, Jisoo-ssi tried to get me to dance with her,” he explained, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Yeonjun’s gaze sharpened and he sat up a little straighter. Soobin reached out, patting his knee. “Don’t worry, she said she was going to ask you first,” he mocked. Yeonjun scoffed, rolling his eyes too and drinking the rest of his punch. “The nerve of some people,” he muttered. “What do I need to do? Tattoo my name on your forehead?”
Soobin laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Please don’t do that, it would hurt so much,” he replied. Yeonjun’s eyes widened dramatically as he leaned forward. “It wouldn’t hurt as much as it hurts to see people hitting on my boyfriend,” he stated. Soobin chuckled, but he knew that the statement wasn’t entirely a joke, so he scooted his chair closer and took Yeonjun’s hand. “I’m not going to dance with her,” he said gently. Yeonjun met his eyes, and nodded, lacing their fingers together.
They decided to dance again when a slow song came on, and Soobin couldn’t help but notice the way Yeonjun pressed himself close, resting his head on Soobin’s shoulder. He wound one arm Soobin’s back and draped the other over his opposite shoulder. Soobin settled his hands on Yeonjun’s waist and closed his eyes as they started to sway to the music. He felt Yeonjun’s eyelashes brush his neck, and after a few seconds he slid his hands around Yeonjun’s waist to hold him more securely.
He didn’t care if they were too close for a high school prom, he didn’t care if the teachers were giving him disapproving looks or if the students were glaring at him in jealousy. He focused on the feel of his boyfriend in his arms and let everything else fade away.
But of course, this was high school prom, and not a fanfiction.
“Soobin!”
Soobin’s eyes flew open and Yeonjun’s head lifted off his shoulder. Soobin tried to find the person who had called his name, but then Changmin and his friend Hyunjin appeared, fresh smiles on their faces. Yeonjun stood up straight, letting his arms fall to his sides. Soobin let go of Yeonjun’s waist too, though he did immediately take his hand. “Hey guys,” he greeted.
“We heard that you were here with Yeonjun-hyung,” Hyunjin said, before turning to Yeonjun and bowing. “It’s good to see you, hyung, it’s been so long! How’s college?” he asked happily. Soobin looked over at the elder who smiled kindly. If he was annoyed at the interruption, he didn’t show it. “It’s good. I’m busy, but it’s a nice change of pace,” he answered calmly. Changmin looked back at Soobin, reaching out and tugging on his suit jacket, giving him a smirk. “You look good, Soobin,” he complimented. Before Soobin could think of what to say in return, Hyunjin cut in.
“I heard you were going to Beomgyu-ah’s afterparty?” he asked. Soobin nodded. Hyunjin smiled, turning to Changmin. “Yo, let’s go ask Beomgyu if he has room for two more people! I want to hang out with Soobin,” he said, before quickly looking at Yeonjun. “And catch up with Yeonjun-hyung, of course,” he added as an afterthought.
Soobin couldn’t get a single word in before Changmin and Hyunjin were high-fiving pulling their phones out. “I’ll let Lucas know, he’ll wanna come too,” Hyunjin said. Changmin beamed over at Soobin before boldly giving him a hug. “I’ll see you there, alright?” Soobin, still unsure of what exactly was happening—did Changmin and Hyunjin just invite themselves to Beomgyu’s afterparty without even asking?—hugged back barely, and then the two boys disappeared into the crowd.
Yeonjun shifted next to Soobin and the younger instantly turned to look at him, blinking dumbly. The elder gave him a weak smile, his eyes downcast. “You really are popular,” he said. Soobin bit his lip, feeling bad. He hadn’t expected to be the centre of attention at prom, he had really expected it be Yeonjun. Maybe people were more scared of him now that he was a big college adult, or maybe Soobin was just oblivious.
He decided not to worry about it, and took Yeonjun’s other hand in his. “Hyung,” he began. Yeonjun looked up at him, and while he smiled and did his best to hide it, Soobin could tell he was a little discouraged. He could empathise, he used to feel a similar way in the very beginning when Yeonjun was the focus of the school’s attention. Now that the roles were reversed, it was Soobin’s job to reassure the elder.
Only problem was that Yeonjun was stubborn, and once he came to a conclusion in his head, it was hard to pull him out of it.
“Let’s ditch the afterparty,” Soobin continued. “We can drink wine and watch Death Note.”
Yeonjun snorted a little, smiling softly and shaking his head. “We don’t have to ditch, baby,” he said. Soobin moved them off to the side where they could hear each other better. “I know we don’t, but I’m getting tired and you know what Beomgyu’s parties are like,” he reasoned. Yeonjun eyed him with an expression that made Soobin know the elder knew what he was doing.
So Soobin smiled and kissed his nose, enjoying the light blush he got in return. “It’s up to you.”
Yeonjun bit his lip, gazing down at his hands as he contemplated, and Soobin knew he was probably arguing with himself internally. He scooted closer and reached a hand out to massage the back of his neck, hoping it was a comforting gesture.
It took a few minutes, but eventually Yeonjun agreed to skip the afterparty. Soobin nodded, pulling out his phone to send Beomgyu a text letting him know, and also one to his parents to let them know he was staying with Yeonjun that night.
Both boys stood up and made their way to the exits. They bowed to the teachers they passed, and did their best to avoid as many students as they could, but many noticed their departure and ran up to say hurried goodbyes. They were mostly directed at Soobin, but Yeonjun got his fair share too, and by the time they finally escaped, nearly half an hour had passed and Soobin really, really did not understand the teenage mind.
To make matters worse, Yeonjun seemed to fallen even deeper in his own mind and had grown very quiet. They walked to his car in silence, and when they got in, Soobin bit his lip nervously, looking warily over at the elder. Yeonjun started the car and began to drive, eyes forward and face blank. Soobin wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Usually, when Yeonjun was feeling distressed or upset, he made it known. He was loud with his emotions, because that was the best way he dealt with them, so the silence was a new obstacle that Soobin didn’t know how to cross. His mind started coming up with its own conclusions, but he tried his best not to pay them any mind, since he knew they were most likely off. He would just have to talk to Yeonjun when they got home.
The entire drive was spent in silence, not even the radio on, and when they arrived at Yeonjun’s apartment, they walked in without a word too. Soobin felt a small pit starting to form in his stomach and he watched as Yeonjun went straight to the bathroom after taking off his shoes. The sound of the shower filled the hallway, and Soobin sighed. Yeonjun was avoiding him, and that was never good news.
He knew that his boyfriend was mostly upset by one (or all) of the encounters that Soobin had at prom, and he didn’t think any of the emotions were directed at himself, but he hated seeing his lover in distress. It created an almost physical pull within him to comfort the elder, to make sure he was okay. But he wasn’t sure how to do that when Yeonjun was being receptive of anything.
He changed out of his suit as Yeonjun showered, pulling on some pyjamas and pulling a wet comb through his hair to get the hairspray out. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, doing his best to not peek over at the shower where Yeonjun was. It was quiet besides the sounds of washing, and Soobin decided to give the boy some time alone.
He went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, carrying them back to Yeonjun’s room. He set them carefully on the nightstand before climbing onto the mattress. He drank his water while scrolling through his phone notifications. His eyes widened as he saw dozens of texts from various people asking when he was going to be at Beomgyu’s afterparty. He really couldn’t believe that many people cared about his whereabouts.
He was in the middle of replying to Kai—apparently the kid was offended they’d left without saying goodbye—when Yeonjun came out of the bathroom. Soobin immediately locked his phone and put it down. Yeonjun tossed his towel in the hamper before sitting down on his side of the bed.
Soobin gave him an opportunity to say something, but after they sat in silence for a minute, he decided to start the conversation.
“Tell me what’s wrong, hyung,” he said gently.
Yeonjun looked over at him, expression unreadable. Soobin kept his gaze as calm and reassuring as possible, but he couldn’t help but feel his own anxiety starting to build. Yeonjun pulled his knees to his chest, focusing on the bedspread instead of Soobin.
“Sometimes I’m afraid that this relationship has an expiration date,” he whispered.
Soobin’s stomach dropped, ice running through his veins as dread crashed over him. He was so shocked by the words that his voice got caught in his throat before he could reply. Yeonjun only sighed, keeping his gaze on the bedspread.
“I just know that that’s what happens to couples like us, when they’re separated and interacting with different circles of people,” he explained. But no, no he was wrong. That wasn’t was going to happen to couples like them. They weren’t like other couples, they were Soobin and Yeonjun, they were in love, they were made for each other. Did Yeonjun not think that anymore? The thought made something ugly twist inside Soobin. Yeonjun hugged his knees to his chest even tighter, looking over at Soobin in pain.
“I’m so afraid that one day you’re going to end things, that you’re going to get tired of always having to wait on me or schedule around me,” he went on. Soobin’s heart broke when he saw tears gathering in Yeonjun’s eyes. “And tonight just proved that you have so many people who adore you, who could adore you every single day,” he said, voice shaky. Soobin shook his head, moving into the elder’s space and reaching out a hand to rest on his shoulder.
“Hyung, I’m not interested in any of them,” he said, heart racing. He couldn’t believe Yeonjun was entertaining such thoughts, couldn’t believe that the elder would think he would leave him for someone else. Did he not understand that Yeonjun was it for him? Had he not done a good enough job of showing that to him?
Yeonjun sniffled, still not looking at Soobin. “You just don’t get it,” he whispered. Soobin furrowed his brow, sliding his hand down Yeonjun’s spine. “What do you mean?” he asked quietly.
The elder finally looked at him, eyes shining with tears. “I’ve stopped looking, Soobin,” he breathed. “I’ve already decided who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Soobin’s eyes widened as the implications of Yeonjun’s words hit him. He was feeling so much at once that he couldn’t keep track of it. Yeonjun was looking at him with such defeat and sorrow that it almost scared Soobin.
“But you’re in high school, and you shouldn’t have to commit so young. I w-want you to get the chance to meet new p-people before deciding who you want to spend your life with,” Yeonjun whispered. He hastily wiped his cheeks as a few more tears dripped down. And it hurt Soobin to see how much Yeonjun was hurting because of the completely inaccurate thoughts he was having.
“Yeonjun, look at me,” Soobin said, dropping the honorific. Yeonjun hesitated, before looking over at the younger. Soobin kept his face serious, making sure to put meaning behind every word.
“I love you. I don’t want to meet new people, I’ve already met the best person I’m ever going to meet,” he said slowly. Yeonjun sniffled but didn’t look away, bottom lip trembling. Soobin continued. “Just because I’m in high school doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want. And besides, just a few more months and I’ll be at university with you.”
He reached out to touch Yeonjun’s cheek, fingers brushing through his hair. “Hyung, you’re it for me too.”
Yeonjun sniffled and finally moved, unlocking his arms from around his knees and reaching out to let Soobin pull him into a tight hug. Soobin closed his eyes and pressed his lover as close to him as possible. He could feel his racing heart and how tightly the elder clung to him. “I’m sorry those people back at prom were so rude to you,” he murmured. Yeonjun held him even tighter. “It just made me scared, they seemed to really like you and—.”
“And they are very aware of the fact that I’m very in love with you,” Soobin interrupted. Yeonjun leaned back then, arms still around Soobin’s neck. His brow was furrowed, cheeks splotchy. Soobin blushed. “I’m not exactly subtle, hyung.”
Yeonjun bit his lip, before running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I said our relationship had an expiration date,” he said. Soobin shook his head, cupping Yeonjun’s jaw. “Our relationship is like pasta. There is no expiration date,” he replied.
That pulled a watery laugh out of Yeonjun, who rolled his eyes and gave Soobin a playful smack on the chest. “Pasta eventually expires, you dork,” Soobin giggled, finally feeling a bit better after all the heaviness. “Yeah, but not for like a million years.”
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, flicking Soobin’s earlobe. “You planning on loving me for a million years?” he teased. Soobin stared at him, before nodding softly. “I’ll love you for a trillion years, hyung,” he whispered. Yeonjun stared back at him intensely, a faint blush on his cheeks. He leaned forward and kissed Soobin, holding his face in his hands. Soobin kissed back, moving his lips in tandem with the elder’s, deepening it almost instantly.
They made out languidly, all of their emotions laid bare between them, the two of them wrapped up in love. Eventually they lied down, Yeonjun curling up in Soobin’s embrace, head nestled comfortably on his chest. “I miss you so much, baby,” he whispered. Soobin ran a comforting hand through his hair, closing his eyes. “I miss you too, hyung. Every single day,” he echoed.
Yeonjun exhaled, shifting a little as he got comfortable. “Do you really see us being together for the rest of our lives?” he asked, tilting his head back. Soobin opened his eyes to meet his lover’s gaze, and his heart sped up a bit at the question. It was a big question, one that his eighteen-year-old brain couldn’t yet fully comprehend logically, but could certainly comprehend emotionally. It wasn’t even a question.
He nodded, unashamed. “I really do, hyung.”
Yeonjun only blinked a few times, before a small smile spread over his face and he curled up even closer to Soobin. Soobin wound his arms back around him and did his best to not freak out over basically promising to one day marry Yeonjun.
The elder kissed Soobin’s neck, then let out a tiny exhale. “I do too,” he whispered in return.