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Felix looks in the mirror, his lips glow in the cold light of the waiting room of the show. Cherry lip gloss on his lips, just so pretty.
While applying other gloss, waiting for the rest of the members to finish their OT6 interview - because of Covid19 - he feels eyes on himself. And he immediately knows who they belong to, not only because he and Hyunjin are the only two that stayed behind, but also because Hyunjin usually stares at him shamelessly. He just stares.
They make eye contact through the mirror and Felix’s lips, slightly parted, turn into a small smile. The blond turns around, the lipgloss still squeezed in one hand, and stares at Hyunjin sitting on the leather couch for a few minutes, giggling. Closing the makeup, Felix finally speaks.
“Oh, you want to kiss me so bad,” he says, teasing him, staring intensely at Hyunjin to not miss his reaction. He's not serious, of course. But he likes the boy's reactions. He knows Hyunjin will make some disgusted faces and then he will turn his eyes back on his phone. As always. So, Felix simply gets closer, until he almost finds himself standing between the other’s legs, covered by leather pants.
“I know you want to kiss me so much,” Felix chuckles again, curling his lips and shaking his head. He enjoys teasing Hyunjin.
So, when the other is about to open his mouth, Felix is sure to be rejected. He can already feel the imprint of Hyunjin’s hand on his belly as he pushes him away, and his bored expression as he says "Shut up, Yongbok ". If only it weren't that all this doesn't happen. The hand on the belly doesn't happen, nor the expression of disgust.
The video continues to play on his phone, but Hyunjin’s eyes are fixed on his face. There’s still a smile on Felix’s face, an amused one. But Hyunjin keeps looking at him, so seriously and intensely that for a moment only Felix thinks he is really angry.
“And what, if I actually want to?” Hyunjin asks, his voice is firm and his gaze alternates between his glossy lips and his eyes. Felix’s giggle dies in his throat the moment he realizes that Hyunjin isn't reacting the way he should. He’s not pushing him away. He’s just looking at him, sitting on the couch, with his big dark eyes, now darker than usual.
Is he kidding? But his tone sounds so damn serious.
Felix swallows, unable to understand what’s really going on.
“What?” the younger asks, because the only plausible explanation is that Hyunjin is joking and he’s making fun of him too. The air in the waiting room changes dramatically, so thick that it is almost difficult to breathe. There is tension. Hyunjin doesn’t answer his question, he just keeps staring at his pretty lips.
“What if I really want to kiss you, Felix?” Hyunjin asks again, without ever stopping to look at him. There’s something, a little spark in his eyes that Felix, honestly, pretends not to see. Hyunjin’s own lips turn into a smile. He’s having fun too, Felix wants to deduce.
So, when his head starts to work properly, Felix convinces himself that Hyunjin is simply joking. Obviously.
His shoulders relax again as he convinces himself that the taller is just really messing with him.
So “Stop,” Felix chuckles, and completely relaxes again. Yes, Hyunjin’s reaction was not what he expected but all right, there’s no reason to be tense.
Felix turns to the mirror for just a second to look at himself again. He looks at his cherry gloss lips - they are pretty. The gloss enhances their complexion. He feels so pretty while wearing it. Then, he finally realizes he’s between Hyunjin’s legs (he didn’t even realize he actually got between them, during their eye contest). He feels almost trapped between them, and the tight muscles of Hyunjin’s thighs convince him that the boy is probably really squeezing him unconsciously. His head is facing down, the screen of the phone that plays the video he was already watching.
Felix moves, freeing himself from the light grip, and sits next to Hyunjin on the couch. They’re still waiting for the others after all.
He really thinks it’s over. Because Hyunjin has been focused on his phone for some minutes now, intent on watching the video and he too would like to focus on the game he is trying to play, but his head doesn't want to stop thinking about Hyunjin’s words, his tone. The words run through his head furiously and he feels almost stupid, because it was a joke and he’s probably the only one who felt that tension in the room.
It's also the fact that now he is aware of things he shouldn't be, like the way Hyunjin’s thigh rubs against his every time the boy makes the slightest movement. It makes his stomach warm. Why does he feel weird now?
Things end up getting worse when, of course, Hyunjin’s hand ends up on his thigh.
Fucking big and hot.
His fingers lazily squeeze the soft flesh of his thigh and Felix feels almost dead - he’s overreacting, Hyunjin always does so. And Felix lives for skinship. It’s just that he can hardly stand still if he just thinks that the warmth of that hand goes beyond the fabric of his pants, he feels his skin burn. It’s only because Hyunjin reacted differently, isn’t it?
It is when Hyunjin squeezes in tighter that Felix can not contain a low groan. It slips from his lips unintentionally.
“You good?” Hyunjin asks, turning towards him, slightly worried. Felix’s cheeks are red from embarrassment and the boy nods, unable to think of anything other than Hyunjin’s hand or his words. Inevitably, however, he stiffens again and consequently his thigh also does so. Hyunjin’s hand loosens the grip, and Felix feels his eyes on him. He’s just confused, that’s all. He can’t react normally to the fact that Hyunjin was actually joking with him about that.
“You always kiss Jisung, don’t you?” Hyunjin breaks the silence, quietly. Felix finally turns his head towards him, confused. The boy's eyes are so intense again.
“You don’t want to joke like that with me?” Hyunjin asks, his eyes are darker than usual, more curious. Felix thinks about it, for a few seconds. It’s not that. They always joke around. Would it be different with Hyunjin?
“Are you uncomfortable?” Hyunjin keeps going, now his tone is more worried than earlier. He is about to remove his hand from his thigh and Felix acts instinctively, grabbing it and holding it right there, giving it a little squeeze to reassure the other.
“No, it’s fine. I didn’t expect it, that’s it. You never joke about that.” Felix confesses, after meditating for a few seconds. He was just caught off guard. Hyunjin jokes about so many things with him, but never about that. With Jisung is different, they give each other affection that way, with small and imperceptible pecks. Hyunjin just doesn’t want to, though.
The other simply remains silent and Felix focuses on his game again, although he can feel his gaze stinging on his profile. When he turns to ask for explanations - the subject has been dropped, right? - Hyunjin is staring, once again, at his lips.
“That’s because I wasn’t joking, Felix,” Hyunjin whispers, his eyes more eager than they should be. Felix feels vulnerable and as he tries to process what Hyunjin wants, he also tries to process his words.
Felix swallows again, his hand holding imperceptibly some of Hyunjin’s fingers, still on his thigh. His body trembles, literally. And those words, combined with his eager gaze, make him dizzy.
“What?” Felix chokes, confused.
“I wasn't kidding, Felix. I want to kiss you,” Hyunjin explains and his voice doesn't shake even a single time as his gaze alternates between his eyes and his lips, again.
Felix’s gaze inevitably shifts to the other's lips, so damn tempting. Pink and fleshy. Hyunjin instinctively slides his tongue on his bottom lip and Felix looks up, into his eyes. It’s as if Hyunjin is waiting for an answer.
“Are you... serious?” Felix asks, avoiding his gaze, bringing his eyes back to his lips. He realizes how much he actually wants to kiss him only at that very moment, how much his lips tingle as much as he wants to feel Hyunjin on him, his taste, the softness of his lips. His body trembles again and instinctively Felix wrings his legs. His stomach is in total turmoil. He’s so damn excited, and he’s not like that with Jisung. This looks so different and Felix can’t decide if it’s because of Hyunjin’s serious tone, his eager look or just Felix’s own desire to kiss him.
Hyunjin nods. “Never been more serious,” the boy whispers, slowly approaching him. So slowly that Felix realizes he’s giving him time to move, do, or say anything to keep them from kissing. And Felix is really on the verge of doing it, even if he doesn’t move a single muscle. But he always kisses Jisung, so it couldn’t be that different, could it? It’s just a peck after all.
So, Felix does not move and Hyunjin moves forward until they are a few inches away, their hands still linked on his thigh. Hyunjin’s breath breaks against his face. His gaze is promising him so many things, it makes his legs tremble, and a spark runs through his spine.
“You can move away whenever you want,” Hyunjin whispers, his eyes on his lips. Felix denies with his head, unable to say anything. It’s just a kiss.
So, it’s just like kissing Jisung. Hyunjin’s lips are soon on his. They’re soft, more than he expected, and they just feel good in general. It’s such an imperceptible touch that it’s almost annoying. But Hyunjin doesn’t press against him, at least not yet. Or rather, it should just be a peck, like with Jisung.
But, perhaps, he is once again surprised when Hyunjin doesn't come off, his eyes closed (Felix can’t close his, in fact), while he starts kissing his lower lip. It’s sweet, slow, maybe too romantic to be a joke... but it makes Felix feel good, more than he’d like to admit. Hyunjin slides his tongue on his bottom lip and soon his tongue will taste like cherry.
Felix sighs the moment his tongue wet his lip and one of Hyunjin’s hands lands on his waist. It’s not just a peck, is it?
The taller holds him closer, more than they already are, and the sensation of his hands - of Hyunjin - on his body sends him into ecstasy. Soon, Felix simply blocks the outside world from his brain and relaxes, melting into Hyunjin’s hands.
The kiss is tender. Hyunjin keeps kissing his lips, pulling them gently and biting them and Felix can not help but groan in his mouth. He feels so good. It’s like when he does skinship with others, his muscles relax and his body tingles with euphoria. But now it’s tripled, because Hyunjin is on him. All over him. He caresses him and his hands gently rub his thighs.
But Felix wants to taste him, feel him. He wants more. Felix’s lips hungers for his.
“More,” his breath is shaky as he utters these words. His head is clouded, the only thing that dominates his whole being is desire. Ugh, he didn’t even know he wanted to kiss Hyunjin for real until a few minutes ago and now he can’t stop thinking what it would be like to have his tongue in his mouth.
Hyunjin detaches from him, gasping, with eyes clouded by desire Felix can only understand that he is looking at him, again. A small smile on the lips now slightly swollen.
“You, want to kiss me so bad,” Hyunjin chuckles, his hands keeping stroking his thighs, occasionally stopping on his hips and massaging him lightly. Felix hits him playfully and doesn't have time to answer because Hyunjin is back on him.
His tongue is back on his lips and Felix doesn’t take long to make it slip past them, his hands tight to Hyunjin’s white T-shirt - he doesn’t even care that the stage clothes can get damaged at the moment - while the boy explores his mouth with his tongue.
It was supposed to be just a peck, but they’re exchanging saliva, and their tongues are dancing together, maybe too sweetly. Hyunjin’s hands on his body feel just right, he knows where to touch and when, when to stop to press his index fingers in the soft flesh of his thighs, dragging out of his mouth small moans and when simply to caress him.
When panting for air, Hyunjin pulls off and Felix can’t help but chase after his lips. His eyes are closed, because he needs a moment to recover, and his hands on his thighs continue to make him feel dizzy. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees are the taller’s lips: swollen, shimmering because of the gloss and their saliva. Sinful.
Felix cannot help but fall with his forehead against his shoulder when he realizes what they have done: they have made out, with everything it takes. Hyunjin’s tongue was in his fucking mouth, he doesn’t make out with Jisung. His head immediately fills with thoughts when Felix returns to think correctly and he knows that Hyunjin knows that he is overthinking, because he gently caresses his back with one hand.
“Your lipgloss tastes good,” Hyunjin says playfully, to lighten the situation. Felix chuckles, he doesn’t have the strength to look up. “I know,” he whispers, “you should try the hair spray,” Felix goes on, laughing at his own joke. When he raises his head from his shoulder and looks Hyunjin in the eye, he doesn’t see remorse.
“It’s just a kiss, Yongbok, okay?” Hyunjin whispers, trying to calm him down.
It’s just a kiss, it doesn’t mean anything.
Felix nods, convinced. Things don’t have to change, they were just having fun.
The boy approaches for another small kiss, but the moment he does so, the door of the room opens and the two immediately move away as the members begin to fill the room, giggling and talking about the interview.
“Yongbok-ah, you had to be there, you don’t know what happened in the hallways” Changbin tells him, falling next to him on the couch. Felix nods, trying to ignore what just happened, while Changbin tells him about the spat they heard between two Idols.
“And so, he pushed him!” Changbin continues, gesturing, until he stops, turns to him and looks carefully at his face.
“But Yongbok-ah, what happened to your lips? They're… swollen,” Changbin asks, curious and the begging look that Felix throws at Hyunjin simply makes the latter burst into laughter.
Damn Hyunjin.
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