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jin slips his his phone into his back pocket, and takes a deep breath. here goes, he had tweeted, and he can’t wait any longer. he presses the buzzer, fingers trembling a little when they wrap back around the bouquet he’s holding. it’s hardly ten seconds before hobi answers the door, his eyes crinkling sweetly as he takes in jin: smart outfit, hair brushed back neatly, face half hidden by flowers.
‘hi, seokjin-ah,’ he says, and it’s so strange to hear in hobi’s soft familiar voice that jin’s stomach swoops.
‘yah, hobi!’ he splutters, faux-outrage even less convincing than usual. ‘you’re gonna kill me before i even step inside.’
hobi smiles, soft and fond. ‘come in then, so i can finally kiss you.’ and then, as jin lets out a tiny squeak, ‘oh, your ears are turning pink already. that’s so cute.’
jin steps in, toeing off his shoes and kicking them behind him as he pushes the door shut. he thrusts the flowers toward hobi, who takes them with a very pointed look at jin’s discarded shoes. jin blushes, and lines them up neatly next to a couple of pairs of hobi’s most recent ugly-shoe acquisitions. as he straightens up, hobi smirks mischievously, and jin knows, he can feel it in his bones, that hobi is going to say good boy, and he’s got to nip that in the bud right away.
‘stop it, you’re supposed to be mad at me!’ he says, waggling a finger at hobi, who won’t stop smirking, dammit. ‘we’re supposed to be having long and serious discussions!’
hobi blinks at him, long and slow, like a cat, and giggles at a joke jin isn’t sure he gets. ‘mmmm,’ hobi hums, and reaches out his hand, intertwining his fingers with jin’s. jin wonders for a second if his hands are cold and that’s why hobi’s touch feels searing hot, but then he realises it’s tingling up his arm and warming up his stomach too, and he realises it’s pure anticipation.
hobi is walking backwards into the apartment, still holding jin’s hand, tugging him along, and jin follows, his gaze never leaving hobi’s face. his dark eyes look different today, sparklier somehow, and the tiny mole on the curve of his lip - jin can’t wait to finally know what hobi’s beautiful mouth feels like against his, to feel hobi’s breath on his cheek, to press kisses to his nose and his cheekbones and his neck and his stupid tiny squishy ears, and —
oof. he’s sitting on the sofa? hobi’s pushed him there, somehow, and he automatically opens his mouth to splutter a yah!, but then hobi is sitting on his lap and tilting his chin up and murmuring ‘shut up,’ just inches from jin’s face, and all jin can do is swallow and nod.
‘yeah. okay.’
hobi hums, and leans in, one hand still on jin’s chin, the other steadying himself on jin’s shoulder. he tilts his head to the side, considering, and jin feels laid bare. i love you, he wants to say, but hobi is smoothing the pad of his thumb over jin’s bottom lip, and closing the gap to brush the tip of his nose over jin’s cheek. just a gentle graze, and he lightly kisses the outer corner of jin’s eye, humming happily as he brushes a stray piece of hair away and moves over to kiss jin’s other cheek. jin feels him shift, again, to kiss jin’s temple, and then down, to press another one to the little crease between jin’s nose and upper lip, right where jin wants to kiss hobi most, right over his little dimples.
jin feels his eyes start to sting. it’s too much, it’s too loving, too forgiving, and he wraps his hands around hobi’s waist to pull him closer. ‘please?’ he says, and hates the way his voice starts to break.
hobi pulls back a little, his face assessing, and his eyes soften even more. ‘go ahead, sweet boy,’ he whispers, and jin can’t wait a second longer. he cups hobi’s cheek, and leans up, and kisses him.
hobi’s mouth is so small and neat under his own, and his kisses feel - comforting, somehow. sure, and gentle, and uncompromising. jin melts a little, letting hobi take the lead, letting hobi tilt his head, putting him where is best. he sucks gently on jin’s bottom lip, and when he pulls away jin follows, desperate for more, desperate for it to never end. hobi cups jin’s face in both hands, and kisses him once more, hard, eyes squeezed shut, and jin feels taken apart, and his eyes are wet.
they rest for a second, foreheads together, breathing gently in time with one another, and when hobi pulls back his eyelashes are sparkling too. they laugh together, hiccuping giggles, sniffing, and brush the tears from each others’ eyes.
‘been wanting that for a while,’ jin whispers.
‘me too, sweet boy. me too.’
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later, when they’ve kissed a little more, and eaten, and put jin’s flowers in a vase that jin is pretty sure is actually an art piece from namjoon, and when they’ve laughed and laughed and laughed, hobi hums from where he’s curled up against jin’s side, both of them tucked into the corner of the sofa. hobi’s playing absentmindedly with jin’s hand, stroking the callouses on his palms and gently curling and straightening jin’s fingers to see the different ways they bend. i think they’re beautiful. a bit wonky, hobi had said, all that time ago. but i think it makes them even more special and pretty.
jin bites his lip to stop himself from tearing up again, and tightens the arm that’s around hobi’s waist, giving him a little squeeze. ‘what you humming about, sunboy?’
hobi giggles. ‘it’s silly,’ he starts, sitting up, ‘but do you remember when we sent each other pictures of our hands?’
jin is going to tear up again, and nobody can blame him. ‘yes,’ he says, ‘and you talked about my fingers, and you were far nicer about them than you were about mr shoulders’ hands, and i think you should have started noticing then that you liked me because then we could have kissed a lot earlier,’ and he pretends to pout.
hobi raises an eyebrow. ‘oh? you want to play this game, huh? you think i would have done anything about thinking my bandmate’s fingers were pretty when i had a very soft and funny boy in my phone practically begging to be my boyfriend?’
jin pulls an oopsie, my bad face, shrugging melodramatically, and hobi shoves him over on the sofa, giggling. all of a sudden jin is on his back, and hobi is hovering over him, eyes dark, and jin’s tongue darts out to wet his lips out of instinct. he sees hobi’s eyes flick down to watch the movement, and then he sees hobi fling himself to the opposite corner of the sofa, his hands out like a ward.
‘woah, no, no-no, nope,’ hobi says sternly. ‘absolutely none of that, thank you. no.’
‘um?’ jin manages, eloquently, and hobi arranges himself cross-legged, cross-armed.
‘no more kissing, and absolutely none of whatever that was about to be,’ hobi says. he’s playing at being cross, jin can tell, but his voice softens a little when he continues, ‘we are going to take this very, very, slowly, because while i know you are sorry and i know you’re a good person, you did break my trust and my consent significantly. and you said you would do whatever it took to earn back that trust, right?’
jin nods, watching his fingers twist in his lap, and hobi scoots across the sofa to scoop their hands together, a safer kind of tangle.
‘i really know you didn’t mean to hurt me, jinnie,’ hobi whispers. ‘but i want to feel a hundred percent comfortable and safe, so we’re going to take this one baby step at a time, okay? i think: just little kisses for a while. hand holding is okay. no spending the night together. no cuddles if we’re not both fully dressed,’ counting them off on one hand. ‘are those all right?’
‘yeah,’ jin says, wrapping both of hobi’s hands in his, bumping their knees together. ‘of course it’s okay. whatever you need, you know that.’ he looks down at their hands and sighs, a deep breath before he looks into hobi’s eyes again. ‘i really am sorry, hobi. i’m so, so sorry, and i promise i will do my best to never ever hurt you like that again.’
‘i know, my sweet boy,’ hobi murmurs, lifting up on his knees and kissing the top of jin’s head. he pulls a face as he sits back down. ‘yuck. hairspray,’ and they both giggle. ‘i know you’re sorry, and i forgive you. but slow and steady for now, yeah?’ he kisses jin as jin tries to nod, and it’s messy and silly and they’re both smiling through it all.
jin feels like he will never be worthy of being forgiven, just like that, but hobi has decided that he is.
that’s enough.