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He shouldn’t be so worked up by this, in fact, it’s something he has seen before, be it at fansigns or at practice; but as his gaze moved from the monitor to the male besides it, he couldn’t help but feel the swirling of emotions running loose inside himself. Soobin was breathing harshly, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his neck while he began padding his skin with a towel. His gaze was glued to the screen in front, lips pursed in a pout as his focus was on the replay of their performance; and Yeonjun should have been doing the same If it weren’t for the fact that he stopped midway, orbs blown and mouth ajar as they reached their dance break.
It wasn’t the first time that Soobin and himself shared a unit dance; but in retrospect the mood was different from their previous ones, not only because they had grown as artists but because they had had a change in their relationship. Back when they had to work for their 0x1=lovesong part they were experimenting a bump on their relationship, the hesitance and doubts of how they should act was reflected, both too afraid of their feelings, scared of wrecking their team. So the dance was the reflection of longing, of not being able to hold the other after the performance was over, their feelings and tension traspacing the screen.
This time when they revised the dance for the first time, something had shifted, and everytime Soobin's touch laid on him, Yeonjun felt his skin burn through his clothes. The reflection on the mirror of Soobin's limbs engulfing parts of his body wasn't something new but Yeonjun found it scorching still. The blindfold only made something new bloom within themselves, a glance directed towards the other the indication of so.
The amount of practice they put to make it perfect was beyond their limits, always making the most of their free spaces between schedules to fit more minutes into perfecting the routine. They were aware that one wrong movement could ruin the peace and could lead to an accident, but given the trust they had now on each other, the hypothetical situation seemed unlikely. This time the two were on the same wavelength making the process more smoothly than before, knowing each other by heart and where and when the next move would land.
They practiced the whole routine without the cloths, first learning the movements as well as their positions on the stage, studying the bodies of the others and making use of their other senses in order to not crash, giggles coming out of their mouths every time their eyes met, an unspoken language conveyed just for the two of them; and when the moment came, the props did as well. Through practice the two joked on more than one occasion, Soobin being the clumsiest boy Yeonjun had met, struggled with a couple of steps while being with the cloth. Yeonjun didn’t blame him as himself had to be extra careful as well. And If he was being honest, there was a thrill of dancing without able to see, only listening to the beat of the music, as well as feeling the heat of another body close to your own, sensing it and hearing it through choppy breaths and hot skin, making the whole experience more exhilarating; and knowing than the other body was not anyones but your teammate/boyfriend made Yeonjun’s insides burn with desiree.
There was something about the whole thing that made it sensual, and Yeonjun didn’t expect that a mishap could make it even more so, but he was left speechless as their part was being played. Soobin had failed to tie the cloth over his eyes on time taking it in between his lips to held it in a bite, and fuck, Yeonjun felt his clothes starting to shrink as goosebumps ran over his skin, the whole thing; of him being blindfolded dancing while Soobin was doing the same but with his gaze stuck on him with the cloth on his mouth made Yeonjun’s body felt feverish, suddenly he was having a hard time breathing, mouth dry as his eyes were glued to the object of his madness.
Soobin's face was already dried from sweat, his skin tinted crimson due to the fatigue and Yeonjun wanted nothing more but to pull him by the collar until they were flushed impossibly closer and kiss him silly until the two were lacking of oxygen. But being surrounded by all of their staff made it hard, so when he glanced back at the younger, he got pulled back to reality as his ears catched up on chatter as the performance was already over, their staff and protocol teams clapping and congratulating them on a successful show. He did the same as he bowed and thanked everybody around, and soon they were being moved to their dressing room, their make up artist rushing to their side to start and fix their makeup. Their time was counted as they had to go back outside to watch the rest of the show as well as say their goodbyes to their MOA’s, but as soon as he spotted Soobin free he stood in a beat walking to the younger.
“Hy—.” Yeonjun gave him a look, squishing his wrist as he glanced with his eyes towards the bathroom. Soobin widened his eyes, a pretty blush spreading on his cheeks and before he could say anything more, Yeonjun began moving.
Soobin glanced to his sides, everybody was busy, packing their things, fixing hairs, styling clothes, or munching on snacks, so when he moved he did it carefully; as soon as he closed the door behind him, a pair of hands grabbed him by the cheeks, lips pressing harshly on his own. He made a noise that was thankfully swallowed by the kiss. Yeonjun was eager, chasing after his lips as soon as they disconnected, and Soobin found it endearing, letting his lips smile as his boyfriend pulled him closer.
“What's the occasion?.” At the question Yeonjun hit him lightly on the arm, brows furrowed and a pout visible on his lips. He looked like an angry kitten.
“Don’t play clueless, you know what you did.” Soobin frowned thinking hard on Yeonjun’s words but couldn't regard anything that could make Yeonjun mad, so defeated he stared back at the older who could only coo at the pretty sight. “the cloth Soobin, why did you have to bite it like that?.”
Soobin's face got full with realization, his boyfriend's face was flushed as he said so, ears burning bright red “oh—I didn’t know you were into that hyung, maybe we can make use of it next time?.” As he said so he dropped his tone and threw the finishing move in the form of a wink.
And to Soobin’s amusement Yeonjun reacted the way he expected, his face was as red as it can be, eyes blown and lips parted as he opened and closed his mouth, he began to hit him on the chest as he was struggling to form some words.
“—you are so annoying!.”
“Am I?.”
“Yes you are, I can’t believe you.” He crossed his arms and turned slightly to not stare directly at the younger, Soobin chuckled as he stepped forward.
“Then I guess I won’t ask the staff If I can keep the cloth.” Yeonjun flinched as he watched him. “and I guess I will stay in my own room tonight.” Yeonjun's body tensed, but as soon as his eyes began to shake Soobin laughed, dragging him by the arms. "I'm kidding hyung."
He pressed a soft kiss onto Yeonjun's pout; and as he detached Yeonjun eyes were already on his.
"I—I would like that."
"huh?."
"what you said, I would like to try." His voice was barely a whisper but Soobin heard him well enough; his own face matching Yeonjun as he nodded his head.
The two inched closer, pressing softly onto the others lips, holding each other for a bit longer, until there was movement outside the door.
For the rest of the event they danced to the music while waving every now and then to their fans that wanted to have a picture of them. They would make cute poses to proceed to chat between themselves. They greeted other artists by the end of it, being those events the perfect occasion to do so, and as they headed back to their dorm the fatigue began catching up to them, the five of them splayed on their vans while taking a short nap.
Since their schedules were packed thanks to their upcoming comeback, the time inside their dorm was the bare minimum as they spent most of their day at their company. So as soon as they arrived they headed to their own rooms to take a shower and then head to sleep since their managers were gonna pick them up in a couple of hours. Refreshed from the hot bath, each headed to their room to welcome sleep, giving up on food due to their exhaustion, so as soon as their maknaes closed their doors, Soobin sneaked to Yeonjun's room. The older had his door ajar, and as Soobin peeked from the frame, he saw him drying his hair.
"Want me to help you?." Yeonjun flinched by the sudden voice but smiled as he saw Soobin face pop in from his door.
Yeonjun took a seat on the edge of the bed as soon as he gave the other the hair drier; He watched from below as the younger took care of his strands, the hot air making him close his eyes as Soobin's fingers caressed his scalp. He began to relax under the younger's touch, and as soon as he heard the air no more he opened his lids to stare at Soobin who had his eyes on his. As always Soobin's face was beautiful, his blonde hair was messily covering his forehead, and his eyelashes were fluttering as he was staring back, you could see his eyebags but his skin was shining from the bath and his lips looked incredibly moist. They had seen each other like this millions of times but for some reason Yeonjun was always fascinated with the other. He saw something new in Soobin everyday, and the way he looked back at him at all times made his heart crash into his ribcage in an uncontrollable rhythm. So without uttering a word he stood up, his chest clashing into Soobin as soon as he locked his arms for dear life onto the other's neck, Soobin whimpered at the contact, going straight to Yeonjun's waist as he straightened both. The kiss was rushed and hot, and Yeonjun felt drunk. He pushed Soobin until his back hit a wall nearby, and as he did so, Yeonjun slipped in between his legs, pulling the other lower. Soobin slipped his arms down Yeonjun's back until they reached his hips. They kissed feverishly, pulling away the bare minimum until they needed a refill of air. Both their lips were puffed and red, their chest raising in heavy motions as their eyes stayed locked on the other. They waited until their breaths were steady before moving closer.
This time Soobin grabbed Yeonjun's face as he tilted his lightly, Yeonjun watched carefully until Soobin's eyes fluttered closed. His lips came in contact with his mouth soon after and he groaned in his mouth. Soobin moved slowly, his press soft as his fingers tangled with Yeonjun's locks on the back of his neck and Yeonjun felt like melting. So he grabbed Soobin's shirt close to his chest and left them there before he chose to explore the other's scalp as well. Both their hands were messing with each other's strands as they pushed and pulled, taking every part of skin in the other's mouth. And it didn’t take long for their hands to roam freely under each other’s shirts, the contact soft but demanding. Soon the heat was getting too much making them pull apart, their ragged breaths filling the silence.
“You did amazing today, you know? you handled the situation like a pro.”
“Well, I am one aren’t I?.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes but smiled proudly still. “Also, we can always keep on practicing, you know?.” As he said so he pulled the same cloth from their performance out of his sweats pocket.
“Choi Soobin what the fuck! .”
“You know it would be fun.”
Soobin put the cloth around Yeonjun’s neck as he pulled him closer, his lips brushing his ear. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try?.”
Yeonjun blood rushed all the way to his face and every part of his body, his limbs burning under Soobin’s weight. Suddenly the younger lips were on his neck, and Yeonjun’s mind went blank.
“fuck.”
Choi Soobin was gonna be the end of him, and who was he to reject such an offer?. So with face crimson and skin melting, he joined the other, their skins dissolving together, as hushed promises were whispered only for the two to hear.