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Changkyun’s quieter than usual, clearly having withdrawn into himself after the windows rolled up but Kihyun isn’t really surprised about it. Still, he flips the passenger visor mirror to check on him for a second; he catches the faint light from the younger’s phone, but his head is lowered, hair obscuring his face. His finger hover above the lit screen, unmoving. He’s hiding a little bit, Kihyun knows that. And he isn’t too worried about the maknae withdrawing so much into himself, pressed into the corner of the backseat.
After a day like today? It’s best to let Changkyun hide for a while.
Kihyun quietly, careful not to break Changkyun’s meticulously raised bubble, asks the driver a request and makes himself more comfortable. He texts Minhyuk, telling him they’re on the way home, and gives him an estimate on their arrival. He gets an over-dramatic “OK!! HURRY I’M STARVING” and a series of thumbs up, mixed with several emojis representing food - and then a much more leveled out “oh and you’re paying” after a while. Kihyun huffs a laugh under his breath because as if he minds paying for food anyway for his members, throws another look in the mirror at Changkyun to double-check (and he’s still unmoving, seemingly frozen in the moment) and pockets his phone.
Kihyun closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. He’s looking forward to the evening, a little bit of calm amidst the storm of their lives.
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Miyeokguk and gopchang have been delivered by the time Changkyun emerges from his room, cheeks still flushed and hair tussled. He blinks at the sight of their little table set with food and drinks, wine in two coffee mugs because they never found the need to have proper glassware and a tea for Minhyuk, a cupcake with a candle next to one of the plates.
Changkyun stares at the flickering flame for a long moment until Minhyuk shoulder-checks him on his way, not too much, but just enough to jar Changkyun of whatever stupor he has found himself in.
“You’re gonna stand there and stare or are you going to eat with us, maknae?” He teases, taking his seat, legs crossed under the table.“I waited and waited, god knows you two take your sweet time on the way home, and now you’re letting the food get cold!”
Kihyun snorts and uses his chopsticks to poke at Minhyuk’s cheek for being an ass - even if it’s true, they did take a long way home today. After all that was his request, for the driver to take it slow and maybe take a detour or three just to let Changkyun get his wits around, to give him a moment of peace before Minhyuk’s hugs and celebrations would begin - and lets their knees bump as he sits down next to him.
“Leave him alone, you know he needs to process,” he tuts and takes off lids of the containers, “Come on Kukkungie, it’s your birthday.”
“Spoil him more, will you?” Minhyuk whines, pouring soup for the birthday boy nonetheless with practiced ease. “Come, sit, sit!”
“Ah…” Changkyun says softly, eyes darting from the table to them and they’re so wide, he looks twenty and not nearly thirty. “Yes. Yes, thank you, hyung.”
He falls into this own seat gracefully despite still looking so out of it and Minhyuk chuckles, the sound rumbling out and conveying the same kind of affection Kihyun’s feeling.
Their maknae’s so cute, so so cute.
It’s easy to tease him and poke at his sides but it’s also so so easy to love him and to dote on him.
It wasn’t always like that, Kihyun reminiscents as he watches Changkyun blow delicately at the hot soup, but it is now. It’s so easy. Several years together through good and bad and on their way to their best yet (Kihun’s sure of that, that every next thing will be better and brighter for them all, they will make sure of that no matter what), Kihyun couldn’t ever ask for a better maknae or friend.
Changkyun makes happy noises as he eats, careful not to spill the broth or to let the miyeok fall off; his tired eyes are focused on Minhyuk who’s talking a mile an hour, waving rice on his chopsticks and somehow not losing a grain.
The wine’s quite sweet, the taste not exactly being Kihyun's favorite but Changkyun walked out with two bottles from the show and it’s not like they tend to look a gift horse in the mouth, anyway - besides, it’s not about Kihyun’s tastes anyway and Changkyun seems to enjoy it.
His cheeks flush from hot food and wine and he visibly relaxes, becoming more and more animated as Minhyuk asks him question after question.
After eating they huddle on the sofa, Changkyun in the middle with an iPad as they browse the current news together, running commentary on the most pressing ones or the most ridiculous gossip news they come across. Minhyuk’s worried about the growing number of cases and how much the other members can get exposed, with guests coming to their shows. Kihyun’s got an arm propped at the backrest, over Changkyun’s shoulder in a way that has them sit pressed close together, closer than necessary but Changkyun doesn’t seem to mind; he lowers his shoulder a little in fact, to accommodate Kihyun’s presence better.
They talk about the rescheduled tour in light of Minhyuk’s comments about the infection rate; it hurts them all to keep postponing and it hurts Monbebe too, especially when certain stops are taken down. There’s just so much they themselves can do about this all, a world amidst pandemic going by its new set of rules, Changkyun says quietly, as he scrolls down Twitter. They can only try their best not to get sick and keep their own fingers crossed things get better by Summer.
As time slowly crawls by and the wine disappears from the bottles, their conversations become quieter and slower, more soft hushed words uttered into a confined space between the three of them still pressed close, heads held so close their hair mix and catch.
It makes Kihyun feel like everything’s warm and molten, like molasses or some form of melted chocolate dessert, sweet and gooey and enveloping them all.
Minhyuk’s the one to break the soft spell, slowly clambering off the sofa and disturbing the serene moment.
“Bedtime,” he yawns and ruffles Changkyun’s hair a little; earns a tired if bright smile in return. “I’m going to be awesome and take these back to the kitchen.”
“Since I paid for it, you better,” Kihyun snorts, finally moving away and changing his position. Something in his back snaps back into place with a satisfying pop! as he does so.
Still, he helps out - not that Minhyuk doesn’t deserve to handle clean-up all on his own. But this way they’re going to be quicker and more effective and he can see the way Minhyuk’s eyes are beginning to drop with tiredness.
By the time they’re done, Changkyun’s fallen into his trademark sort of quiet again, fingers fiddling with the sweater paws as Kihyun exchanges last words with Minhyuk; Kihyun sees in the peripheral of his eye how he ducks his head, cheeks flushed pink from the wine and exertion.
“Don’t stay up too late you two,” Minhyuk says finally over a yawn as he walks away, stretching his arms above his head.
“We won’t,” Kihyun says to the already closing door and his words are quiet; he doubts Minhyuk hears them, not that he needs to, but the room is back to being comfortably woven with dark shadows that are only dispersed by the one lone, small lamp in the corner.
He goes back to the sofa, sits down again, and ponders for a second as he stretches himself out a little.
He’s full of food and some alcohol, and it all feels as if he’s been submerged in a warm bath for a while too long - like his bones turned to sludge and he’s about to melt into the sofa. He actually feels a bit too warm for his liking, the effect of the aforementioned food and drinks, but he and Changkyun are again sitting pretty close so taking off his hoodie would definitely rouse the youngest. Kihyun takes a look at him sitting at his side, feels a tug at all of his heartstrings as he sees Changkyun so relaxed, so cozy, a tiny tiny smile starting to play almost unconsciously at the corners of his lips.
As if tugged by an invisible force himself, Changkyun shifts a little, falls more into Kihyun’s side, and in a very, very uncharacteristic move, tucks himself in, pressing his cheek against Kihyun’s shoulder. He shifts ever so, knees almost falling into Kihyun’s lap when he curls his body more into a ball than anything else.
All of this, all of Changkyun right now makes warmth bloom and spread through Kihyun’s whole chest, makes his heart flutter, and fills his head with all those funny thoughts he’s been having for weeks now.
He wraps an arm around Changkyun’s shoulders, gives the maknae a little squeeze, pulling him more into the half-hug.
He and Changkyun have never been touchy, to say the least. Well, Kihyun hasn’t in general, he’s not exactly known best for being handsy, not like other members. And it’s fine, he knows it’s fine, not everyone’s the same but it doesn’t change the fact that over the last few weeks they became closer.
They’ve been spending so much time together sharing more schedules with each other than not, even among their own group. But even on their off time, they can be found together more often than not, binge-watching shows or working out. And it’s easy with Changkyun.
Even if Changkyun’s eyes linger sometimes, even if he opens his mouth every now and then and stops himself the very last moment.
Sometimes Kihyun wants to see how long he has to wait for Changkyun to finally say what he wants to, to do what he wants to.
But today’s been such a good day and everything’s so well aligned - that Kihyun doesn't want to wait, patient man that he is aside.
“We should sleep too,” he says quietly, his cheek an inch away from the soft of Changkyun’s hair, “You must be tired.”
“Yeah,” Changkyun mutters almost immediately, the word distorted with how he still has half of his face squashed against Kihyun’s shoulder. “Yeah, we should. It’s just… this is nice, hyung.”
Kihyun thinks of another way this could be even nicer all of the sudden, remembering Changkyun’s latest request of a song from earlier on that day and freezes up for a second. It’s perfect, the idea. The best way to wrap this whole day up and to wrap Changkyun’s birthday up and maybe…
“But you’re right, we should get going,” Changkyun untangles himself suddenly, a dusting of pink on his cheeks and ears visible even in the dark. He doesn’t look at Kihyun and in a sudden moment of understanding, Kihyun chuckles and earns a confused look.
“I don’t mind you being close you know,” he says as he reaches out a hand. Changkyun automatically grabs it back and helps him out, without thinking, just pure reflex.
He bites his lip lightly, avoiding Kihyun’s eyes for a second, “I know, hyung.”
He really doesn’t, Kihyun thinks, but he still hasn’t let go of his hand either so Kihyun gives it a squeeze, drags his thumb over elegant knuckles before letting go. That dusting over Changkyun’s cheeks deepens.
“Go on then,” he says, pointing to the direction of the bathroom, “I’ll finish here.”
Changkyun stays in one place for a moment, looking up and opening his mouth - Kihyun’s interest peaks, will he or will he not say something? - but no, no words come out. He sighs and shakes his head in something akin to frustration. Changkyun’s too tired to be properly frustrated, but this is as close as it gets.
“Thank you hyung.” He says finally, earnestly, “Goodnight.”
Kihyun waits until Changkyun walks away, waits for the bathroom door to close before he cleans up the last few things. He takes the mugs to the kitchen, washes them immediately and puts them out to dry. In the living room, he wipes the table down to make sure it’s not going to be sticky in the morning when they gather for breakfast. Fixes the two pillows on the sofa, fluffs them up so they look nice.
He turns off the lamp and takes a second for his eyes to adjust to the darkness; takes a long breath, steeling his resolve. The idea from a few minutes ago becomes more crystal clear and solid in his mind and he’s almost giddy.
Kihyun makes his way towards his room before Changkyun can leave the bathroom, to prepare for what he still wants to do.
A while later, Kihyun walks out of his room again, closes the door behind him quietly. Knocks gently on Changkyun’s and waits patiently for the muffled “ yeah? ” to come through the door before he grabs the knob; he opens the door not too wide, just enough so he can pop his head in.
The room’s dark, as the nightlight is not turned on. Changkyun’s in bed already - Kihyun could make a bet that he’s got the sheets kicked and twisted around his legs, but he’s on his phone still, the light from the screen being the only source of light, bright and sharp in the darkness.
“Can I come in?” Kihyun asks quietly, politely, and sees Changkyun’s brows wander up a little. It’s no wonder he’s surprised; they parted about ten minutes ago, by all means, Kihyun should be in his own bed by now.
Still, he’s certain Changkyun won’t send him away right now.
“Yeah, of course,” the answer proves him right as Changkyun pushes himself up to a sitting position and reaches out to flick on the little lamp on his bedside table. The warm light disperses some of the shadows and Kihyun opens the door wider to step inside, careful not to hit the guitar against the frame. It’s an old thing, he doesn't want to damage it after all.
“What is this?” Changkyun asks, an incredulous note in his voice as soon as the door closes again and Kihyun smiles.
“Why, a guitar, Kyunnie,” he walks over to the bed and takes a seat as if he belongs there - he’s not an often guest in Changkyun’s bedroom, but in a way everything’s home here, the dark red sheets and the decorative wallpaper and Changkyun scooting to make room for him.
The scoff he gets feels like part of home too.
“Cute, hyung,” Changkyun says dryly and remains silent when Kihyun hoists the guitar up, runs his fingers gently over the strings.“I mean…”
“I know what you meant,” he interrupts him, throwing him a look and a smile from underneath his fringe. Changkyun huffs out again, rolling his eyes in a way that should be disrespectful but he somehow still makes it seem fond. “It’s…,” Kihyun takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling as nervous as he felt years ago when he first dragged himself through the company’s door. “I really don’t know. I noticed you’ve kept mentioning it a few times, and since we’ve been celebrating your day, I thought I’d give it a go. If you don’t mind staying up for a while longer.”
He’s not entirely certain why he’s feeling so nervous all of the sudden as he makes himself a little more comfortable on Changkyun’s bed, propping the guitar better in his lap.
It’s just Changkyun.
Changkyun who’s wine-soft and sleep ready, with pinked-up cheeks and messed-up hair, who’s looking at him with wide eyes that seem too bright for this late hour. It’s Changkyun, with who he’s been together for so long now, from rivals to groupmates to friends to brothers.
Changkyun, who looks perplexed as he says quietly, “I don’t mind. You have to know I don’t mind.”
His fingers feel a bit clumsy at first, trying the chords and sounds before Kihyun nods to himself, clears his throat. Changkyun sucks in a quick breath when he recognizes the tune but Kihyun doesn’t allow himself to think about it and just focuses on the music.
“ Because you’re beautiful ,” he starts singing quietly, and for a splinter of a second, he’s thrown back to years before when he was younger than Changkyun now is, when he was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed before he focuses on the present. “ Because that face is so beautiful, I couldn’t say what I planned to say. ”
As he sings, quietly and uncharacteristically shy, he feels Changkyun move behind him, kicking the covers off.
He presses in close, close enough that he’s a familiar warmth along Kihyun’s back but not close enough to hinder his little performance.
“ Out of all the things I’ve seen, you are the most beautiful, ” Kihyun all but hums as the song ends, into the darkened room and the warm air around them, “ Because you are beautiful. ”
It takes a moment for the last sounds to fade and slink into the shadows of the room before Changkyun finally, finally moves.
Kihyun wonders briefly if it’s the darkness or the wine that makes the maknae feel bold - or maybe it’s both, or maybe something else entirely- but Changkyun presses himself closer, all along Kihyun’s back. He pillows his cheek on Kihyun’s shoulder and his hands rest gently on his waist, fingers grasping at the soft, worn-out material of Kihyun’s sleep shirt.
His hair tickles Kihyun’s cheek, the scent of his shampoo strong from up this close; he changed it to something coriander and ginseng scented a few weeks ago, it’s fresh and strong and more pleasant than the name implies.
Or maybe that’s just the effect Changkyun has on Kihyun. The effect he’s had on him for weeks where everything the maknae does makes Kihyun’s chest feel too warm and too small.
Kihyun puts the guitar down, carefully not to let it fall and not to dislodge the boy all but slumped against him, feeling those warm, large hands twitch before Changkyun moves them; slowly as if Kihyun’s a wild animal about to bolt, he wounds them around his frame, enveloping Kihyun in a large, warm, Changkyun-smelling hug.
They’re silent for a long while and Kihyun can hear the deep inhales Changkyun makes, nose buried in the worn-out material of Kihyun’s shirt. Making memories by remembering the smell.
He’s so peculiar, Kihyun thinks with his chest all tight and warm, he is so so odd and cute.
When Changkyun finally speaks, it’s a small and quiet “ hyung,” and nothing more. It gets caught somewhere between Changkyun’s mouth and the threadbare shirt, but Kihyun hears it loud and clear.
He gives in; nuzzles at Changkyun’s hair for a moment, ignores the tickle at the tip of his nose as he does that, makes a sound in the back of his throat that could be an acknowledgment or a question. Or could be nothing at all, Kihyun’s not entirely sure at this point. It’s something.
Something.
Changkyun’s fingers flex against Kihyun’s stomach as he presses himself closer, despite there being no room left at all, a huge warm, breathing blanket of a Changkyun draped all over him. He makes those little noises of his, one Kihyun’s become quite familiar with - they’re endearing, his little whines and huffs of air.
So cute.
He is so, so cute.
“Did you have a good day, Changkyunnie?” Kihyun finally asks, putting his hands over Changkyun’s where they’re splayed wide and warm over his stomach; he can feel them twitch momentarily.
There’s no verbal answer, but Changkyun tries to nod his head even if he’s still keeping himself tucked into the crock between Kihyun’s neck and shoulder. It pulls at Kihyun’s shirt a little and he can feel the warmth of Changkyun’s breath even more like this.
“You know,” Changkyun mumbles after a while, and the words are a damp slur over Kihyun’s skin; they seep through, his voice a deeper rumble than usual that seems to settle itself in the marrow of Kihyun’s bones when uttered close like this. “If I were to tell all of this to Monbebe… you could never claim not to be romantic ever again.”
Kihyun laughs as curls his hands over Changkyun’s, to hold him close, not to let him go. He feels warm all over, almost too much and it’s only partially due to the maknae’s own body heat. He rubs one thumb over protruding knuckles, feels more than hears the surprised tiny noise that escapes Changkyun’s mouth.
“You and your romantic agenda.” He huffs out in amusement before he sobers up, “But I told you once already,” he says slowly, and takes a pause. He’s enjoying the way Changkyun’s breath suddenly hitches when he gives his hands a long, tight squeeze. “It’s fine when it’s you.”
Changkyun slowly so slowly raises his head to finally look at Kihyun; his nose drags against Kihyun’s cheek in a way that is no near coincidental and when Kihyun turns to face him, Changkyun’s wide eyes are everything Kihyun can see.
Even in the darkness, the surprise is easy to recognize in those blown pupils and Kihyun can’t help but smile. He knows Changkyun knows what he’s referring to, that one night long ago, that uncertain first step in this strange thrilling direction. He nudges Changkyun’s nose with his gently, a tiny little gesture that has the maknae making another soft, little noise in the back of his throat.
Not a bad noise, oh no, quite the opposite in fact. It’s a lovely sound.
Changkyun’s gaze flickers between Kihyun’s eyes and his mouth so quickly, that if Kihyun hadn’t anticipated it, he most probably would have missed it. He doesn’t, not now and besides, it’s not like Kihyun hasn’t been aware of how Changkyun’s been looking at him over the course of the past months.
Kihyun’s not blind; he’s just always had excellent control over his actions, waiting always for the right time.
And now it’s finally the time that Kihyun does something about it.
“It’s more than fine when it’s you,” he coos gently, keeps voice sugary sweet, low, and raspy. He probably should try and twist more in Changkyun’s loose embrace, to make it more comfortable. He doesn’t, instead, he smiles as he asks the one question he’s been wanting to ask for a while now, “Can I give you one last gift, Changkyunnie, hm?”
“Hyung,-”
“And, well. You can give it back if you want to. Ok?”
Changkyun huffs a little, aims for annoyance, and misses a mile - his eyes are so, so dark when he gives a minuscule nod. With his heart fluttering in the confines of his chest - like a hummingbird, Kihyun thinks, so light and fast and light - Kihyun leans in slowly.
Just in case.
He’s sure he is not wrong about everything going on right now, about everything between them but it’s only polite to leave his maknae a way out. There’s no mistaking his intent and he knows Changkyun knows it too, and he doesn’t stop him and so, Kihyun just presses his mouth gently, softly, against his.
And stays there, willingly stuck in a moment, just feeling and memorizing the feel of Changkyun’s warm, slightly dry lips.
Changkyun seems frozen for the duration of about half a second before he makes another of those sweet little noises of his and the tranquil atmosphere breaks up a little as he downright scrambles. He presses a kiss back as he untangles himself in a hurry, somehow he tries to maneuver around Kihyun while not moving away at all and as result, he ends up toppling them both over.
Kihyun dodges being kneed in the side by pure luck as Changkyun crawls over him, muttering “ give it back if you want to, oh my god, hyung, you ass” before he gives Kihyun a wide-eyed look. He looks shell-shocked and beautiful and he looks like Kihyun’s.
The thought does a lot of damage to Kihyun’s heart and he needs to remind himself to calm down, not to get over himself too fast and too early.
“This… this is ok, right?” Changkyun asks breathlessly, his fingers working over the bed sheets near Kihyun’s ears, like a cat kneading their bed and Kihyun’s heart is about to burst with all the affection he has. “I know it’s my birthday, but if this is just…”
“Your birthday ended over an hour ago,” Kihyun smiles and reaches up, putting his hands on Changkyun’s cheeks. They’re warm, so warm and Kihyun wants to squish them and coo like Minhyuk sometimes does to Jooheon when Jooheon demands attention and love. He doesn’t, instead, he runs his thumbs over the sharp cheekbones, “And I like it when it’s you. I like it very much when it’s you.”
Changkyun smiles slowly at him; he smiles so brightly it could disperse the darkness around them as well as every shadow of doubt around Kihyun’s heart. He can’t really help himself. He doesn’t want to help himself, not after being always so careful and poised and controlled. Not anymore.
Kihyun slips his hands around Changkyun’s neck and tugs him down.
Changkyun reacts like they’re in the best kind of dream when they kiss again, properly this time, opening up and risking sounding like a cliche, Kihyun muses that Changkyun tastes like wine and happiness.
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“I need to go back to my own bed at some point, you know,” Kihyun hums into the dark a few long moments later, fingers of one hand twirling a longer strand of Changkyun’s hair. The other one he’s got underneath his head, between hair and Changkyun’s pillow.
Changkyun’s all but sprawled himself over Kihyun’s front, pressing him down and covering all of him with all the warm, wonderful weight of a 27-year-old man. His face is half smooshed into Kihyun’s chest - and it’s actually not as uncomfortable as it may have seemed, but Kihyun admits to himself that he might be slightly biased at this particular point of time and life - and he seems not overly keen on moving at all.
Like an overgrown cat.
Kihyun wonders if he’ll give him a scratch behind one ear, Changkyun will purr.
“I know,” finally, there comes a muffled reply, followed by a nuzzle that melts Kihyun’s already cotton-candy heart. He still doesn’t move, quite the opposite - he seems to adjust his weight so that he's pressing Kihyun even more into the mattress.
“Aish, spoiled brat,” Kihyun mutters to himself fondly, tugging at Changkyun’s hair, “As much as I’m enjoying this, we still have a schedule tomorrow. We need sleep.”
“But what if,-“ Changkyun stops himself and burrows his face more into Kihyun’s chest, nose digging almost painfully into his sternum. He takes a deep breath - making more of those scented memories - and Kihyun might not be considered the biggest expert of always reading the room right or immediately, but he knows a reluctant Changkyun when he sees one.
Especially when it’s reluctant, thoroughly kissed Changkyun.
He gives his hair another tug, slightly hard this time and after a moment, Changkyun looks up with eyes that glimmer with one thing too many for Kihyun to properly dissect right now. But amidst all those pooling emotions, he can see a flicker of fear, and luckily for them both, that’s something Kihyun can soothe immediately.
“I’ll still want to kiss you tomorrow, Changkyunnie” he whispers quietly, fingers tangled carelessly in the longer strands. “And the next day too. And the next.”
The fear recedes along with the glimmer, and then it’s just the calm dark brown Kihyun’s so used to seeing. “Yeah?” Changkyun asks quietly, the lows rasp tethering on disbelieving and hopeful.
There has been a lot of questions in Kihyun’s head ever since that one particular night, questions he had to mull through and find his own answers to, more often than not in the quiet of his own room way past midnight. This, however, is not a question that requires much thought (not anymore, anyway).
“Yeah,” he says softly, pressing the fingertips into Changkyun’s scalp briefly. He can feel the slight shudder going through the younger’s body, “I’d like to wake you up with kisses in the morning very much, too.”
Changkyun groans before he hides his face again but Kihyun sees the way his ears turn a furious shade of red.
“Oh my god, you’re going to be the end of me,” Chankgyun mumbles into Kihyun’s chest, earning a laugh.
“Well, since you’re such a fan, you can consider it my kind of romantic, especially for you.”
Chankgyun mutters something more under his breath, something that sounds absolutely done, and KIhyun really should take a moment to consider when exactly he became such a mushball for his maknae because all he feels right now is absolute adoration.
“So, you’re planning on letting me go anytime soon?” he asks after another while, twirling another strand around his finger.
Changkyun slides off of him but remains at his side so Kihyun turns too, to face him properly. Changkyun looks at him with all the seriousness a 27-year-old wise maknae can muster, with intense and earnest eyes. He grabs at Kihyun’s hand, untangles it from his own hair, and holds it close to his own chest.
“No,” he says without hesitation and it should be too much, too soon, “No I’m planning on never letting you go.”
And that… there's not much Kihyun reply to that with, so with a heart close to bursting, he leans in close again, kisses Changkyun as sweetly as he can.
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And stays the night, that is too hot and too cramped and in the early morning Kihyun wakes Changkyun up with kisses before their world starts to spin again.