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The crisp autumn air has started to grow chillier as the days inch closer to November, but mosquito season in Seoul seems doubly determined to go out with a real bang; or rather, a real buzz(kill).
It’s evident in the way Soobin and Yeonjun walk toward a dimly-lit rudimentary bus stop shelter in downtown Gangdong, with their hands flapping around to ward off the pesky creatures hovering around them in the air.
It’s nearly two in the morning and the road is quiet and tranquil with only the occasional vehicle whirring by. The streets are also mostly empty, save for the few university students staggering from the alcohol in their system, and the couple of office workers whose overtime shifts have only just ended.
Soobin and Yeonjun belong to neither group, yet here they are waiting for the next night bus to take them home after a long session at choir practice (and an even longer session at the newly-opened 24/7 arcade near their school).
“Shit,” Yeonjun exclaims with eyebrows furrowed as he plops himself down on the long piece of metal attached to the steel poles on either side of the structure. It’s cold when it comes in contact with his jeans, even with the presence of denim as buffer.
He takes his sling bag off and puts it aside to lean on the makeshift backrest which is really just a board for ad space, although nothing is currently being displayed there now.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have spent so much time there. The streets are deserted and we’re practically a free full course meal to these bugs,” he tuts with a curt slap of his forearm. He really should have worn a full sweater like Soobin did, instead of going for a top with three-quarter sleeves. Silly him—and not even carrying a jacket with him, to boot.
Though he doesn’t regret staying out late at all, considering he got to spend the entire Friday night with his boyfriend by his side.
“Bug repellent not working?” Soobin, who has taken his own seat beside Yeonjun, asks him; the question is more rhetorical than anything else.
“Gee, what do you think, Bin?” Yeonjun stares at him sardonically; he makes a show to scratch his wrist just in case the answer wasn’t clear enough yet.
Soobin smiles, and a brief huff of air blows through his nose, “Maybe you just need a little more?” He sloughs off his backpack from his shoulders, and he unzips it to rummage inside for the citronella spray they had bought at the convenience store on the way.
Yeonjun waves his hand, “Nah, m’fine. Plus the scent kind of irritates my nose, and I hate how… sticky it feels on my skin.” He drums his fingers on the fresh red bump as he observes how unaffected Soobin seems in contrast to him, “But what’s the deal with you? Why aren’t you getting swarmed as much as I am?”
Soobin shrugs as he places his backpack next to him, “I guess they just like the taste of your blood more, hyung. Maybe it’s like cocaine to them, or something.”
“What do you know about cocaine?” Yeonjun narrows his eyes at him.
Soobin hums—a low, contemplative sound—and looks up at the clear plastic roof above them, “I don’t really know anything about drugs; that much is true.” He turns back to Yeonjun with a smirk, puddles forming on his cheeks, “But I do know that you’re addictive as hell, so I can’t really blame them for wanting a piece of you.”
Yeonjun’s eyes widen, and a huge grin plasters on his face, “Ya, Soobin-ah. When did you get so good at flirting, huh?” He reaches out to poke at one of his dimples.
Soobin brings his tongue against the inside of his cheek to playfully push the finger away. “Well, I did learn from the best,” he tilts his head and pointedly raises both his brows.
Yeonjun lets out a soft chuckle before dramatically placing a palm to his chest. “D’aww, my boyfriend thinks I’m the best,” he coos.
Soobin nods. “Mhm, but you really shouldn’t let it get to your head. I mean, you are the first person I’ve ever dated, so… there’s not much to compare with,” he reasons jokingly.
The statement’s genuinely light-hearted, though he admits that during the early stages of their relationship he did occasionally feel insecure with how wide the gap between them was in terms of dating experience. He doesn’t feel that way anymore, though, fortunately.
“The first… and last?” Yeonjun asks—his sharp, brown eyes appearing expectant. He casually brings his hand to scratch at his neck; another pink welt has appeared on his skin.
“I sure hope so,” Soobin says with a shy smile, eyes downcast as he swings his leg to kick at the pavement beneath his feet.
There’s a stretched stillness before Yeonjun places one of his hands on Soobin’s knee, prompting Soobin to shift his attention toward him. As Soobin turns, Yeonjun inches forward and tilts his own head.
Soobin jerks back, cheeks stained with bright crimson as he stammers, “W-we’re outside, hyung.”
Yeonjun blinks once, twice, and he brings a hand to thumb at Soobin’s dark bangs to reveal his forehead. His eyes trace the details of his face—the curl of his lashes, the slope of his nose, the bow of his lips.
He plants a quick peck on Soobin’s left brow bone before sweetly smiling to nod. “That we are, love” he says matter-of-factly.
To that, Soobin simply gulps down the lump that’s formed in his throat.
“But also,” Yeonjun scoots much closer now, his hip and thigh pressed warmly against Soobin’s side, “no one else seems to be nearby… so?”
Soobin just stares at him, already halfway convinced. It’s inevitable, really, knowing how much Yeonjun has a way with words (and how much Soobin has a liking for locking lips with him).
“And besides,” Yeonjun moves his face so that it’s but a hair’s breadth away from Soobin’s, “I think it’s a little unfair that I’m the only one getting bitten here. Wouldn’t you agree?”
And Soobin is more than fully convinced once Yeonjun brings his lips to meet with his.
He instinctively closes his eyes and lunges forward to take in more of the kiss. It’s soft and chaste at first, with both their mouths closed and their hands remaining on their laps and sides. It’s much like their first official kiss, only less clumsy and awkward this time, but still equally as sweet.
They pull away after a while, but it’s only for a moment as Soobin quickly reaches a hand to cup Yeonjun’s cheek, eager for another round (or two, or three). Yeonjun smiles into his mouth as he leans in.
“What?” Soobin withdraws to ask, lips hovering just a centimeter above Yeonjun’s. He shifts his gaze to catch Yeonjun’s eyes.
“Whatever happened to w-we’re outside hyung?” he mocks, cutely scrunching his nose as he does. Soobin’s heart just about leaps out of his chest.
“Shut up,” Soobin whisper-laughs as he closes the distance between them again. Their lips connect, parting and making way as they slot into each other.
Yeonjun is the first to deepen the kiss as he slowly adds his tongue into the mix, the pliant muscle grazing teeth before it greets Soobin’s. His arms have also found their way to their own places, as well—one elbow hooked onto Soobin’s shoulder and one hand on his chest.
Soobin doesn’t waste any time and promptly returns the gesture, his tongue moving to smoothly slip in and out, over and around Yeonjun’s mouth and tongue. He retreats for a second to lightly suck on Yeonjun’s bottom lip, and when he guides his teeth to nibble at it, it earns him a soft hiss from the other in response.
“Hey, don’t you think I’ve been bitten enough already?” Yeonjun chuckles in between soft pants.
It’s always like this—with Yeonjun initiating, but once it actually starts Soobin is swift to take the lead, which is (pleasantly) surprising considering he’s supposed to be the less experienced among the two of them. But hey, he’s probably just a natural at it, and he’s learned a lot too since then.
Soobin straightens to look at him and finds himself in awe of the sight; Yeonjun’s entire face is flushed with the prettiest shades of pink. His eyes also have this distinct shine, making them appear far brighter than any of the cheap, dull city lights surrounding them.
His eyes dart to Yeonjun’s neck, and he notices a few red bumps on his skin, no doubt all itchy and annoying to deal with. He doesn’t even allow either of them the time to think before he grips two fingers to Yeonjun’s chin, diving down as he tilts Yeonjun’s head up.
A soft whimper follows as he sucks on the area around the tiny bites. The strong citrus scent meets his nose at the same time the chemical bitterness of the repellent registers through his taste buds. Two things enter his mind at that moment: (1) a little poison can’t hurt, and (2) the mosquitoes have good taste (though he already knew that beforehand).
He trails soft pecks along the side of Yeonjun’s neck up to his ear. “Well, who started it?” he finally answers him in a low, hushed growl before taking Yeonjun’s soft earlobe between his teeth. Soobin’s lilt makes Yeonjun’s insides fold in on themselves.
Yeonjun wraps his arms around Soobin’s shoulders, his fingers carding through and gripping at the other’s hair as Soobin continues kissing the supple skin of his neck, lips under his chin now. The contact sends shivers down Yeonjun’s spine.
The mosquito bites are still itchy somewhat, but the sensation has been largely replaced with a different and distinct sting. The kind of sting that’s represented by marks much more noticeable than what any insect would ever be able to give him—the kind that brings about a more guttural, feral itch from within.
Yeonjun’s eyes are shut tight; and his breath becomes heavier with each passing second. Other concentrated parts of his body are starting to grow hotter as well, and when his mind reminds him of the fact that they’re out in public and anyone could catch them at any given moment, it only serves to further heighten his excitement.
Soobin brings his arms to support Yeonjun’s back and waist as he returns to kissing him on the mouth. Despite his efforts, however, their position still ends up rather unsteady.
Under usual circumstances, he would be pushing Yeonjun down to lie on his back by now, but that task proves to be quite difficult given the setting of their little makeout session—with metal and steel and glass unwelcoming to the softness and delicacy of two increasingly heated bodies.
He’s not even given any chance to adjust and strategize, however, as the rumbling of heavy wheels signals for them to stop. They unwillingly part with one final trail of spit connecting their mouths.
They catch their breaths and hurriedly grab their bags as the bus slows down to halt in front of them.
Once inside they scan their t-cards and make their way down the center aisle; there’s only about two or three other passengers inside but they still go all the way to the far back to take their seats.
Yeonjun takes the window seat and immediately props his elbow on the sill and places his chin in his palm; his gaze is fixated outside as the bus begins to move forward. He sighs, and he’s obviously indignant as he chews the inside of his cheek.
And Soobin notices this, of course, so he promptly brings his hand to slip under Yeonjun’s palm. He interlocks their fingers, with his thumb rubbing soft circles over the other’s skin.
He brings Yeonjun’s hand up to plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Hey,” he starts.
Yeonjun doesn’t turn his head away from the window and simply hums an inquisitive tone in reply. He doesn’t really want to look at him, knowing that Soobin would get off at the stop before him later on, and Yeonjun would be left alone for the rest of the ride frustrated and unsatisfied as hell. It’s petty, sure, but his mind is still a little hazy with unfulfilled want right now.
Soobin looks down and notices a pink bump on Yeonjun’s forearm. He smirks, knowing just what to do as he lifts his boyfriend’s arm up to his mouth.
And that does the trick, because Yeonjun finally turns his attention to him.
Soobin makes sure to catch his gaze before he licks his lips. “Missed a spot,” he says before proceeding to take the small swollen area of skin between his teeth, sucking and licking all the while his eyes are still focused on Yeonjun’s face, which has noticeably gone rosier now.
He eventually trails his gaze to Yeonjun’s neck, and his lips form a bashful yet satisfied smile when he sees the traces of the hickeys he’s made—delicate purples and reds—no doubt which would need some type of covering to hide. Thankfully Yeonjun owns a lot of turtlenecks and scarves, so he won’t have any problem with that.
Yeonjun is becoming more and more flustered, with his lids fluttering as he unknowingly bites his lip. The expression makes Soobin want to sink his teeth harder and deeper into him, although he stops himself just in time.
Soobin releases his arm and quickly nuzzles into the spot between Yeonjun’s neck and shoulder. He takes a deep breath before whispering, “Hyung, want to stay over at my place tonight?”
And Yeonjun brings his free hand to stroke Soobin’s head, eventually cupping his cheek to lift his face and meet his eyes. He plants a tender kiss on Soobin’s nose before replying with an equally tender voice.
“I thought you’d never ask.”