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It was going to be a good day, that's what Sunggyu told himself in the morning when he left for his morning schedule. There was no full group schedule, he would only have a meeting with the manager and individual photo session. He would have the rest of the day to have a well-deserved rest and spend it in the comfort of his home. Or so he hoped.
He loved his job, but light days were infrequent and he really appreciated them when he had them. Sometimes he would have lunch or dinner with one of the members, visit his family or just hang out at home watching something on TV, doing the occasional household chore or just resting.
"That's it, good job" said the photographer, while still taking a look at the last images. The rest of the staff started to dismantle the small stage.
"Thank you very much, good job" he thanked politely and bowed to everyone present. He shook hands with the photographer and the photographer smiled at him.
He said goodbye to the rest of the team and headed to the room where he had been changing clothes. He was thinking about what he should do for the rest of the day, what he would eat, although he still had time to go home and think it through. His phone rang and the screen lit up. A message.
"Hyung, we need you to come. The manager told us that Woohyun woke up sick and we came to help, but it's not working out. You know, stubborn as a mule. You must come. I heard your schedule is short today."
He wondered why the manager didn't say anything to him during the meeting, but he still smiled slightly. The whole group and the managers knew about Woohyun's bubbly personality, but he would get upset when he got sick. Although, Woohyun tried to hide it so that, according to him, he wouldn't bother anyone, sometimes it was simply impossible and he would let out that demanding personality. Only he was able to calm him down. And sometimes he simply behaved like a capricious child, tantruming but tender and affectionate, a peculiar mixture that Sunggyu, instead of despairing, found adorable.
It had happened quite a few times before and in those times, Woohyun would only ask for the leader and become stubborn if someone else tried to take care of him.
"Hyung, can I have some water?"
"Hyung, will you sing for me?"
"Hyung, will you accommodate my pillow?
"Hyung, will you hug me?"
"Hyung, I have a headache."
"Hyung, will you help me with the medicine?"
"Hyung, I love you..."
The last time Woohyun had been very sick, Sunggyu had spent the night at his house, tending to his ailments and keeping him company. And just like a little child, he would read to him, sing to him, help him take his medicine and listen to him babble incoherently at times, when the medicine was a bit strong and he started to fall asleep.
In reality, none of it bothered him.
How to do it?
That kid full of joy, affection and talent was simply his weakness. He had become it a long time ago. Sunggyu tried not to think about it too much. They were friends, best friends and although they both knew that, something bubbled between them when they were together. They knew it a long time ago, but neither of them dared to say anything. Not when that time Woohyun had come to their house with pizza and snacks, and after a delicious dinner they had arranged to leave the kitchen clean. They chatted and joked as they always did, rarely running out of conversation topics, but when the older one asked him to pass him some dishes and the younger one was about to do so, Sunggyu turned without noticing that Woohyun was already behind his back about to set the dishes aside for him. They didn't kiss, but their faces were nothing from each other and the blush on both of their faces was more than clear.
For some time there had seemed to be a strange "something" between them, something that Sunggyu wasn't sure how to categorize. And from that intimate and unexpected moment, many more such moments began to emerge. Much more "obvious" ones. And what was a precious friendship, was peppered with so many such moments, where they both felt their hearts were about to burst out of them.
But none of them said anything.
Nothing clear. Nothing that could compromise the other.
Nothing that would jeopardize their friendship, so precious to both of them.
Was that something real? Was it a confusion of two great friends?
Sunggyu had already spent a lot of time thinking about it, because on the one hand there were all those moments that could be disguised as "fan service" but, sometimes he tortured himself wondering if they were just that.
He sent a reply to Hoya before putting on his coat and heading out to Woohyun's house and trying to distract his mind by thinking that he loved his members and would do the same for all of them if necessary. Of course he would. Though not with everyone he would do certain things that only a pair of tender eyes could convince him to do.
He shook his head in the car along the way.
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Hoya and Sungyeol exchanged glances when Woohyun looked at the soup they prepared, with an unflattering gesture. They had stopped by to help him before leaving for their schedule, but things just weren't flowing well. It was the fourth soup they'd prepared, obviously they couldn't do much, neither of them was an expert in the kitchen, but it's not like they were entirely bad either, well, Sungyeol. Hoya still had a lot to learn.
"Sunggyu hyung doesn't make it like that," he said as he pursed his lips and snuggled back into the blankets.
Hoya sighed and Sungyeol rolled his eyes. They were very fond of him, but what the heck? The leader wasn't even good at cooking, how was it that the best cook in the group liked a soup prepared by him better? Sunggyu probably did even worse than them.
Well, deep down they knew that Woohyun's infatuation with the leader was due to another reason, but that was another story. He could make an effort and eat it as they had tried several times.
"How about you just eat it?" tried Sungyeol. Woohyun denied and closed his eyes, sniffling through his nose.
"I don't think it will help me if it's not the same as hyung's" he muttered in a breathy voice with a slightly nasal tone, from under the blanket.
Sungyeol removed the tray and shook his head before looking at Hoya.
"This is useless. If I hear that phrase again..." he sighed.
Hoya pulled out his cell phone and began typing a message as he spoke.
"The problem is not the soup, the problem is who gives it to you," and he smiled while shaking his head. Sungyeol clicked his tongue with a wry smile. He picked up the tray with the soup to take it back to the kitchen, but the other stopped him. "Leave the soup, I know how to make him eat it." Sungyeol nodded and took only the tray back to the kitchen and some papers that the sick boy had unsuccessfully tried to throw into the trash can.
After sending the message, Hoya looked at the clock on his friend's wall. A quarter to 12 noon, if they didn't leave soon they would be late for their next schedule with Sungjong and Dongwoo.
"Will hyung come?" asked Woohyun half asleep, without opening his eyes. He was very congested and somewhat gone, of course he was grateful that his friends cared about him, but in his state, something was simply pulling him to his hyung.
Hoya smiled slightly.
"Only if you eat the soup. He said he wants to see that empty plate when he gets here" Woohyun pouted as he turned to the plate and his friend smiled victoriously.
"These fools, when will they ever dare?"
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Sunggyu keyed in the house's access code and left his briefcase with personal items on the sofa in the living room, before heading to the room. He didn't bother to knock, as the door was half open.
Hoya had told him that the fever had gone down a little but not completely, and it had been impossible for them to get Woohyun up to take a bath so they left him with a wet cloth over his forehead.
"Woohyunnie?" he approached the bed and found him curled up in a ball, tucked in and asleep. His nose and cheeks were flushed, his hair fell on his messy forehead and his pretty eyelashes were held still. There was a roll of paper beside him and under the bureau was a trash can, but also balls of paper on the floor.
He noticed an empty plate also, of something that looked like soup. He wondered which of the boys had prepared the soup, probably Sungyeol since this one was a little less bad at cooking. Although to be honest, he himself wasn't a good cook either. It was embarrassing that on the other occasions he had prepared soup for Woohyun, it had been the kind that came in an envelope.
He sat on the edge of the bed, separated a few strands from his forehead and from the cloth resting on it, he pushed it aside noticing that it was already somewhat dry. The younger boy flinched when Sunggyu put his hand on his forehead. It was burning.
"Hyung?" murmured Woohyun with a sweet, precious smile. He didn't open his eyes, but somehow he recognized the soft touch. And that made him smile too.
"Here I am, Woohyunnie" he replied calmly. "I was told you misbehaved" he fiddled for a moment and delighted in the adorable pout he got in response.
"I didn't..." he mumbled sleepily. Suddenly he seemed to grasp what was happening and opened his eyes. The smile returned to his lips "Hyung! You're really here."
His eyes were shining, even though they were a little red. The blush on his nose and cheeks made him much more tender; he looked so cute that for a second Sunggyu forgot he was sick.
"As I always do" he smiled. Woohyun hid half of his face in the blanket and coughed a couple of times. Sunggyu removed his hand from his forehead.
"Sorry to bother you, hyung" his voice was lower, but husky and a bit nasal.
"You know you don't" he sighed, he tried to get rid of that weird feeling that made him tender "but I'd appreciate it if you'd let yourself be taken care of by the guys too. You're burning up now."
The youngest covered himself completely with the blankets and muttered something that the leader did not understand.
"Okay, let's get this fixed now" he stood up, looked around and took some clothes from the minor's closet. He took them to the bathroom and prepared the necessary for him. Woohyun had uncovered half of his face again as he watched his hyung come and go.
His smile could not be seen under the covers. He felt tired, his head was quite sore and the congestion had exhausted him. His throat burned a little and he was cold. But it was impossible not to feel comforted that his favorite person was there for him.
"Favorite"
That was Kim Sunggyu for Nam Woohyun. And he liked to believe that it was like that for the elder as well. For a long time he had been wondering how he could break through that invisible wall they both somehow put up. That wall that, even though they didn't want to, they put up together, thinking that they were protecting their friendship that way.
Woohyun knew there was something else there and he knew the older one was aware of it too, but they had both been chicken for a long time.
He would think about it again. His eyes were closing and he was slowly losing track of what was happening.
"You need to take a bath now" the leader returned, but barely heard him "Woohyunnie?" he found him almost asleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on his forehead again.
It was still burning.
But Woohyun simply smiled as soon as he felt his hand and Sunggyu found it, once again, adorable. Especially, when the pout came back.
"Hyung, I'm cold" he mumbled turning around "I don't want to take a bath" he liked his hyung to take care of him, but he felt bad and his body wasn't responding much.
The leader sighed, it was not the first time he seemed to be taking care of a child.
"You know it's necessary, go on" the younger shook his head and put his hand over his, on his forehead. The touch burned, all of Woohyun was hot from the fever, but feeling that hand on his, he shivered.
He turned to him.
"Then you bathe me" he crooned without opening his eyes. The blush on his sickly cheeks grew stronger and the older man averted his gaze, trying to hide his own.
"Very funny" he pretended to laugh "stop it, come on, I'll help you go to the bathroom if you feel weak" something ran through him when suddenly, Woohyun's dark eyes opened and stared at him.
"Will you take the bath with me, hyung?" and there it was. That gorgeous smile that made his heart race. He smiled patiently and shook his head.
More pouting.
"I'll reward you. We need to get that fever down now, come on," the younger boy let himself be led towards the bathroom. Sungggyu helped him take off his shirt and pants, as he was still quite weak. He forced himself to look as little as possible while doing so, the other just laughed and babbled things he didn't quite understand. Woohyun's body was so hot when Sunggyu dared to take a peek as he finished pulling down his pants.
Serious error.
The view from below, of a smiling, wobbly, hot, semi-naked Woohyun didn't help his sanity much. It didn't take a genius to know that the younger man was in the habit of working out and well, he had a good figure. Really, really good.
"Hyung, are you looking at my body?" his voice, slightly nasal and husky, was still quite low, and it bristled all over him, startled, as if he had been caught doing a prank.
He shook his head and walked away almost instantly, arranging the dirty clothes in a basket and pretending to fold the clean clothes the other was about to put on.
"J-just take a bath, okay?" Woohyun smiled more meekly and nodded. He was quite distracted by the fever and the drugs, he finished undressing while the leader looked at the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Once he was inside the shower and being sure of it as he heard the water running, he allowed himself to relax and sat on the bowl. Being close by in case something happened.
"Hyung, will you sing me something?" he smiled, inevitably. That honeyed tone Woohyun used with him to ask him for things.
"Why do you want me to sing to you? You know how to do it too" didn't bother him, but he wanted to know what the other will said back.
"I like your voice" that sounded more sincere and natural than he would have expected and he couldn't help but blush instantly, placing his clasped hand over his mouth. A gesture that was already part of him when he got nervous.
Moments later he found himself singing "True love" to him.
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The bath had done Woohyun good, at least it had given him some more lucidity and had lowered his fever a little. He had fallen asleep and Sunggyu took advantage of that time to tidy up the house, even though there wasn't that much to do. Woohyun had a habit of being neat and tidy with his things.
An hour and a half passed, she decided to go check on him to see if the fever had returned. "How are you feeling?" he asked when he found him lying face down on the bed, cell phone in his hands.
Woohyun shrugged his shoulders, he was actually feeling a little better. The medicine, the food and the bath had helped after all.
"Better" he replied without taking his eyes off his cell phone. Sungyu sat beside him on the edge of the bed, he wondered what had him so focused.
"I'm glad," he said with a slight smile. He looked at the clock.
"Hyung, come," the younger one called to him, "come closer."
He obeyed, bending down a little thinking he was going to show him something. The younger boy raised his cell phone a little and turned a little to be closer, suddenly he had already taken a picture of both of them.
"What are you..." he didn't finish the sentence when he heard him laugh. That cute sound distracted him.
"I need another one of my meds," he said as he smiled at the screen. Sunggyu leaned over, watching out of the corner of his eye at the screen as Woohyun typed in the information below the picture. "Getting better. Thank you for your love, my precious inspirit <3 hyung has been good too. I love you".
The leader knew how much Woohyun treasured his fans. They all did, of course, but the connection the younger one had with them was something that to this day, surprised and even admired him.
"They do me good and make me happy." he shrugged and posted the photo. Then he gave him a sweet smile. Sungygu nodded and couldn't help but smile back. He thought how corny it was, even though it was cute.
Actually, Woohyun was.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and found it full of notifications, including Woohyun's photo tag. Fans were leaving endless loving and supportive comments for the youngest. He also noticed messages with a family tag, where they combined their names. It made him feel strange, but not in a bad way. If fans were cheering for something like that, that meant..." What things are you thinking?" he scolded himself. He touched the heart drawing and put the cell phone away.
He hadn't noticed that he was smiling, until he found his youngest looking up at him with a smile.
"W-what?"
"Nothing" he denied without stopping smiling.
"What is it?" he folded his arms giving her a serious look.
"I like it when you smile..." he didn't look at him when he said it, but the older man was sure he said it smiling. He covered his mouth with his hand and cleared his throat.
"Yeah... well, then..." his mind had clouded. Everything was filled with Woohyun's smile and that cute tone in which he had told him he liked it when he smiled. He let out the first coherent thing that came into his head. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Okay, it wasn't the most coherent thing to do. The boy made him nervous and he would have to be around him for at least two hours, but he had to distract himself from all those thoughts and emotions that were surfacing. A movie could distract them both, Woohyun to cheer him up and him to relax.
"Mixed popcorn?" he heard. He turned and found a smiling eyes and a charming smile.
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Woohyun liked to watch movies even when he had already done it, he often enjoyed guessing the timing of saying the dialogues and predicting what was going to happen. It was a childish thing to do, but Sunggyu allowed himself to get into the game and do the same. They always ate half a jar of sweet popcorn and half a jar of butter, they liked both, but they could never decide on one so they combined them.
They decided to watch Hercules. For, perhaps, the tenth time. The truth was that he was already kind of tired of it, but Woohyun's genuine happiness every time he watched that movie was enough to keep it to himself and enjoy it with him.
They ended up half lying on the bed, with the boat in between them both and the big pillows on their backs, tucked in with a blanket. Sunggyu smiled as he watched Woohyun pout when Hercules was discriminated against for his uncontrollable strength, he liked the fact that even though Woohyun knew exactly what was going to happen, he always ended up reacting as if it was the first time.
"They're fools," he murmured. And he would just nod.
Moments later came the part of the protagonist's motivational singing, and as always, Woohyun could not keep quiet "A dream came to me, somewhere, with a big applause, cheered I saw myself...!" the youngest took the remote control as a microphone, even though his voice was hoarse, and turned to Sungkyu, inviting him to sing with him.
He refused, but he knew for a fact that he would end up joining him. As soon as Woohyun made puppy eyes that would get him anything, he confirmed it. Suddenly they were both singing together.
"Endless joy!" there was as I came, a voice insists that I belong there..." once again they did it, they always ended up singing together. And even though it was kind of silly, Sunggyu liked that it was something just the two of them shared, and, who was he kidding, it was actually fun.
The youngest looked at him with a twinkle in his eye as the chorus approached "On my path I will go, I will reach my goal... one day I will triumph and mine will be the honor...!"
And so, they once again watched the movie together. With Woohyun thrilled at the scenes of action and sadness, laughing with Hades' minions and their witticisms. Afterwards, pleased with the happy ending he already knew by heart. He, on the other hand, enjoyed more the curious and tender reactions of the younger one.
When the movie ended Woohyun took control and turned off the TV. He left the empty canister on the dresser next to the bed.
"Hyung, I have a sore throat..." he turned, still on the bed, to watch him. "It's your fault."
"What, why would it be my fault? I didn't force you to sing..." the other pouted slightly, turning his body towards the leader.
"But it was your idea to watch a movie."
"And you chose this, with all the singing thing" he raised an eyebrow, knowing he was right.
"But..." he muttered. He seemed to think about it and left the idea incomplete. Sunggyu watched him swallow saliva. His throat really hurt. He looked up and met those beautiful lips, he couldn't help but keep looking up and found the plump cheeks flushed and the nose the same shade.
Then his eyes met the others. Those dark chocolate eyes that seemed to carry stars in them, because they made him lose himself so easily there.
They both smiled. It was as if they wanted to say something, but neither knew what. Somehow, their smiles and looks conveyed something they somehow understood.
And suddenly a sneeze paused the moment. He laughed.
"Don't laugh" Woohyun complained, but somehow his tone was more nasal and he sounded stuffy again. He noticed it himself. "Oh..."
Sunggyu passed him the roll of paper and the other sat up a little and did the necessary. He now had better breathing.
"Well, I think it's time for bed" the leader stretched and started to get up.
"Hyung, what are you doing?" the junior became alarmed. He received a confused look.
"I'm getting ready to go home. It's a little late and you should rest" Wooyuhn had sat down on the bed, on his own knees. He stared at him.
"Are you going to leave me alone?" he sounded almost offended.
Woohyun liked to be cared for, especially liked to be cared for by him.
"Shouldn't I?"
The other folded his arms.
"Well, you never do" he kept looking at him "you always stay".
"Because you usually have a fever all night" he replied calmly "but you seem perfectly capable of getting through the night just fine."
Woohyun did not look very pleased.
"I still feel sick" he mumbled leaning back again, turning his back to him "did you forget my throat hurts? Besides, you haven't checked my temperature in hours."
He smiled slightly.
"Oh, right. What kind of a nurse am I?" he leaned behind him to reach out to touch his forehead, but suddenly the younger one turned and their faces were very close, the older one's hand on the younger one's forehead.
Woohyun's dark, beautiful eyes stared at him. This time, he took the time to look at him in detail. His chubby cheeks were a little puffy along with the tender pout, he was blushing and seemed to be trying to convince him that he needed more care.
"A very bad one, if you ask me" he finally murmured, pouting more. The leader lost himself in those full lips, the lower lip jutting out like an invitation to devour him.
He swallowed. And felt his own cheeks warm.
"Is this how you thank me for spending the day taking care of you?" he tried to joke and change the mood. But Woohyun's hand caught his and pulled him towards the bed. He didn't know how, but faster than he would have expected he found himself lying next to the other, in an intense struggle of gazes and rapid heartbeats.
"I could thank you in other ways" a mischievous smile appeared on the younger boy's seductive lips as he spoke. Sunggyu felt something run through his body at that phrase. It was suggestive, it was seductive, it was good enough to make him sway.
"Woohyunnie..."
"Hyung, I..." the elder shook his head and unclasping his hand from the younger one's grip, placed it on his lips to shut him up. The latter frowned.
"I don't think...this is right," Sunggyu cleared his throat. He tried to pull his hand away from the younger man's mouth, but once again it caught his wrist and did the last thing Sunggyu would have expected.
He took his hand as if it were the greatest treasure, his frown softening as he closed his eyes and kissed his hand. The leader blushed furiously. "Woohyunnie, what are you...".
"Hyung..." he murmured. His voice was lower, huskier. At this poing, he wasn't even paying attention to the little nasal sound anymore. He was more busy trying to preserve what little sanity he had left and convincing himself that this wasn't right "why are you running away?"
Sunggyu lowered his gaze, feeling the other give his hand one more kiss, and lowered it without releasing it. He intertwined their fingers. He opened his eyes and once again, the leader felt cornered by those beautiful dark eyes.
"We are friends...The group...Me...If anyone knows..."
"Shhh..." Wooyun brought his other hand to his mouth, shushing him with his index finger "those are just excuses."
Sunggyu felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest, so fast it was beating so fast. And he almost swore he heard Woohyun's in the same way. There was so much on his mind and yet nothing.
"I've seen how you look at me..." continued the younger one "and I definitely know how I look at you. And neither of us are like friends" there was a pause in which only the sound of the clock on the wall and of course, the racing heartbeats of both of them could be heard. "It's not the first time, but..." he whispered, it seemed like his voice caressed his whole body because of the sensations he made him feel, his voice and having him so close " I want to kiss you, hyung. I really want to kiss you now...".
The hand that silenced him slid to his chin, taking it and lifting it. Forcing him to look at him. And it was there that he had no escape, feeling small, uncovered, his face hot and his heart about to explode.
Maybe there was nothing wrong with them. Friends could become something else, right? They would find a way to handle it. They could find a way. Everything would be okay and the world wouldn't end if he turned his brain off for a while and let himself go, right?
It all made sense and it was as if he found all the answers when Woohyun looked at his lips and slowly moved closer. He did the same, desperate to know how it would feel to have those cushioned lips on his.
And it happened.
If he ever thought he knew magic in some silly concept, he was dead wrong.
Magic was Woohyun's hand holding his chin while their lips brushed slowly, with infinite patience, as if trying not to scare him and make the moment eternal. Magic was that softness of the other's lips, caressing his with infinite tenderness, while her other hand grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to his body. Magic were the invisible sparks that flew around them as that sweet, delicate touch turned into a slow kiss where they delighted in each other. Something they had wanted, hoped for, even dreamed of (at least he had) for so long. And definitely, magic was Woohyun's tongue, accessing his mouth and exploring every nook and cranny just as he did, as he ran his hand down the younger man's arm that grabbed him by the waist and held him close.
Magic was Woohyun.
And it all made sense. All those moments, those little flirtations, innuendoes, nice words, compliments, complicity, all their friendship, contained so many things that were exclusive to both of them. Everything inside him was screaming at him that it had been something else for a long time and it was time to accept it. Woohuyn was the answer to a question he had not even dared to finish asking.
They had a session of light kissing and caressing, until they were short of breath and forced to separate for air.
"Hyung..." Woohyun started to move, lying on top of him on the bed without taking his eyes off of him. His heart was beating wildly and his mind was going blank "you're so cute, hyung" he murmured once more, his husky voice was still low and that whisper had made his skin crawl. Cute? Sunggyu just thought that term belonged to the younger one. Although, he could also add others quite aptly.
"Woohyunnie... you're aware of this, r-right?" he muttered still a little agitated "you're not in a fever delirium, are you?" he touched his forehead again, but Woohyun withdrew his hand and put it on the side of his head, leaving him motionless. And when he tried to touch his face with the other hand, Woohyun put it on his own head as well. "w-what...?"
The younger was settled on top of him, his elbows settled on the sides of his head, his eyes fixed on his. There was something in them that made him shudder but that he liked, probably his own reflected the same. An enormous desire that was held back for so long.
"Maybe I'm burning up now" his voice was so mesmerizing, so seductive "but I can assure you it's not fever" a powerful blush overtook the leader. "Can I have my prize now, then?" it was an utterly sensual whisper.
The other nodded.
"What is it?" he managed to say, his heart racing.
The youngest smiled very close to his lips. He caressed her mouth with those delicious lips before murmuring in the most sensual way.
"Stay."
And that was enough.
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Someone keyed in the entry code, they both heard footsteps coming into the room, but they didn't move. They were completely tucked in, with the roll of paper to one side and one sicker than the other.
Five figures walked through the door and looked at them with mischievous smiles.
"I don't think the details are needed" Hoya said mischievously as he folded his arms. Myungsoo and Dongwoo laughed and Sungjong shook his head smiling.
"Wow hyungs, is there anyone among us who is more responsible than me?"
Woohyun laughed with half a face under the blankets. They trusted their friends, it went without saying.
"Yah Lee Sungjong! What did you say?" the major threw a cushion at him which the maknae easily dodged.
"I just hope they don't ask me to make them soup" Sungyeol rolled his eyes "because I'll pass."
They all laughed, knowing that they would actually take care of their friends. They divvied up the necessary tasks and went to do them, taking advantage of the free time before starting their schedules. The managers had rescheduled Woohyun's and Sunggyu's.
When they were alone Sunggyu squeezed the younger boy's cheek.
"Did you see what happened because of you?"- Woohyun just stuck his tongue out at him and smiled.
"You didn't complain last night, you love my kisses, admit it hyung!" the major rolled his eyes smiling, before his lips were caught once again.
That wonderful feeling that from then on, only he could enjoy.
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