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"Bin-hyung, what does it feel like to actually kiss someone?" Sanha had muttered out one evening after a dance practice for 'WHO'.
Perhaps it was something about the way Sanha's eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, yet curiosity still shining brightly, that made Bin momentarily lose his breath.
As the two of them lay on the floor of the practice room, necks craned to face each other and chests expanding as they inhaled deeply, they kept their gazes on each other. Bin could distinctly see how the younger man struggled to stay awake, remain conscious, and fought against his body just to look and talk to him. Similarly, Bin's brain was pounding in his skull, an ache travelling throughout his head. It was as though the both of them shared each other's blood, sweat, and tears since they could empathise with each other's pain greatly.
Movement slowed, Bin couldn't respond right away; instead, he continued to stare at Sanha's expression. He was breathing heavily, chocolate eyes lazily surveying the older man's hurt, tired demeanour, either waiting for an answer or having forgotten he had even said anything.
Sanha blinked slowly, most definitely grappling onto awareness with all his might, when Bin finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Have you never kissed anyone?" His voice seemed to wake Sanha, reminding him that he wasn't just talking to himself. Bin carefully analysed the way the other man's eyes slightly widened then returned to their exhausted state and his teeth grazed over his bottom lip for a split-second.
Pretty pink and pure, the older man wondered how nobody had made any advancements towards Sanha and kissed those lips of his. He was so sure that the man would have had something akin to a high school girlfriend or secret lover. If Bin were to be presented with the chance, he wouldn't waste a second feeling lips like that on his own.
That thought process might have awakened something in Bin—or maybe he was just too out of it to think about anything else.
"I haven't," Sanha quietly confirmed after another while. "I hadn't really thought about it until recently… The part of our choreo where I pretty much hold your face, it just had me wondering how it feels."
A few beats of silence passed between them.
"So, you've thought about kissing me?" Bin teased, giggling when the younger man scoffed and turned his body onto his side to face away from him.
Weakly, he murmured, "In your dreams."
The older man shuffled closer to his bandmate on the floor, turning his body to the opposite side so that their backs were touching. Despite them both being drenched in sweat, Bin recognised how a shiver ran down Sanha's spine when he subtly curled into himself like he had something to protect.
Bin's mental image of the scene was probably the sweetest thing he had thought about the whole week. But, in the back of his mind, he wished that Sanha was a little less intimidated by him.
Deciding to test the waters, Bin replied, "Maybe kissing you has been in my dreams. So what if it has?"
He was disappointed that he couldn't see the younger man's expression anymore, even if they were both in such a state where they couldn't move their muscles. The smallest things mattered at these times, from the way his eyes sparkled and the way his lips would part a little.
The silence was deafening—Bin was sure he was going to lose his mind.
"Have you ever kissed anyone, Bin-hyung?" he whispered, changing the subject with ease.
Now that Sanha was as close to him as ever, Bin heard the slight waver in his voice when he said his name, and the unintentional pause before 'kissed'. Bin felt a bit childlike talking about this with Sanha, it felt all too much like a conversation teenage girls would have and giggle about in school. Yet, it was refreshing.
The older man hummed.
"I have. It's been a while since I have, though."
Sanha threw his head back to rest it against Bin's. The latter could only assume his eyes were shut too.
"I thought so. You're too cool to have never dated, hyung." Bin chuckled and playfully dug his elbow backwards into the younger man.
"Does that mean I'm cool enough to kiss you?"
An outburst of coughing filled the atmosphere, their heads no longer together as Sanha endeavoured to muffle his sounds with his hand.
"You should stop joking around," Bin tried not to sigh, his attempts being ignored. "What does it feel like?"
When the words left the singer's mouth, Bin sat up, eyeballing the defensive position his bandmate lay in. It was cute more than anything, he acknowledged, but he knew he couldn't spend too much time checking out the man.
Cautiously, he placed a hand atop one of Sanha's. His eyes opened, peering at Bin tiredly.
"Don't you want to find out?"
Face remaining stoic, portraying his sense of genuineness, the older man didn't move and let Sanha take the next step, if there were to be one. With their eyes linked, Sanha lay on his back, inspecting Bin for any sense of falsification. At the intense stare, the dancer could feel his heart race and cheeks heat up; he gulped.
There was an awful scepticism radiating from the younger in which Bin feared he wasn't being taken all too seriously, or Sanha thought that he was still playing a joke on him.
Right as he was about to apologise, Sanha interjected.
"I do." Sanha seemed breathless all of a sudden. "You should show me what it's like."
Bin blinked.
"Okay. I'll make sure you never forget."
"Please do." He sounded almost desperate now.
The older man released Sanha's hand and gently brushed his own up along the other man's side, landing on his face to gently caress his cheek. He couldn't help but think how the roles are reversed, as in their choreography Sanha was the one 'initiating' the action. However, to Bin, the view of Sanha under him with such a thoughtless look in his eye, simply admiring the older man, suited him much better. He wouldn't mind getting used to this, he realised, and accepted that he was stepping into dangerous territory with his thoughts and actions.
Sanha's skin felt soft and hot under his touch, albeit sticky from sweat (it wasn't like Bin cared about that, anyway), and he changed to straddling his bandmate so that he could lean down easier.
Their eyes explored each other's faces for much longer than necessary.
Bin's thumb stroked Sanha's lips and he lowered his body, their faces mere inches apart.
"Tilt your head to the right so I can do it better."
Sanha obeyed without a second thought, apparently eager to get some action as soon as possible.
Bin catered to this desire, their lips meeting in a long-awaited kiss.
And if the two of them overstayed their welcome in the practice room by a couple of hours, and if Bin had completely memorised every curve, corner and crevice of Sanha's mouth by the end of it, that would stay between them.