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"What are you doing here?"
Soonyoung jumps, turning his head towards the practice room door. Jihoon in grey sweats, his hair falling in his eyes. He's looking at Soonyoung weirdly with his hand in his pockets. He's looking at him as if it's the easiest thing in the world. His cheeks shine and his face glows, maybe it's the lightning in the room that's radiating off of him.
"You haven't slept in your bed for four nights in a row. This is ridiculous, Soonyoung." Jihoon’s voice is low, still it bounces clearly in an empty room.
Soonyoung stares at Jihoon through the mirror. His tired eyes weaving a story of sore limbs and muscle pain. Jihoon's right, he was cooped up in the practice room for days without a care for the world, trying to make sense of this choreo. "This move is being a bitch. I'll go when i perfect it.'' He turns away from the mirror avoiding Jihoon's piercing gaze.
"You are being a bitch. Go home, sleep." Jihoon shakes his head in disappointment. He moves towards Soonyoung.
"You're one to talk," Soonyoung mutters under his breath.
"What was that?" Jihoon comes closer. "I am what?" Jihoon reaches Soonyoung, an arm's distance between them.
Soonyoung is shocked by the sudden proximity. "I said that you're one to talk." Soonyoung replies, looking at the floor. Looking anywhere but at those eyes with mischievous glint in them.
Jihoon steps closer. "This isn't about me now, is it?"
Soonyoung looks up to find Jihoon staring at him, his eyes searching for something. Soonyoung doesn't know what to do so he backs away, colliding with the mirror.
"Let's go home, dumbass."
"But the-"
Jihoon sighs, before putting his hand on the mirror, on either side of his head, locking him in. Soonyoung is leaning on the mirror in a position that makes the pain in his legs soar higher. But the sight before him is enough to distract him from any pain.
Soonyoung watches the smirk form slowly on Jihoon's lips. He doesn't know if he wants to wipe it off or wipe it in. Jihoon's breath hits Soonyoung, on his lips, his whole body reacts to it. He feels electric from the toe to his fingertips, they buzz in unison.
Jihoon looks in Soonyoung's eyes one more time before leaning in.
Soft lips press against his, he opens his mouth in surprise and Jihoon takes the opportunity. He sucks on his upper lip. Soonyoung's body still doesn't move in shock, just as he senses Jihoon backing away, he kisses back. Slotting his lips over Jihoon's. His tongue making its way into the other's mouth. His right hand trails up Jihoon's side before coming to rest on his neck. Finding home in the junction between his jaw and neck. He inhales deeply before placing feather light kisses on Jihoon's lips. Jihoon smells of fabric softener, the expensive kind, the kind you use for your fluffy sweaters and soft cardigans. It suits Jihoon, he thinks. Soft and fluffy, that's exactly Jihoon.
Jihoon stands on his tip toes, deepening the kiss. His hands slotting themselves around Soonyoung's neck. Jihoon feels Soonyoung's shoulders relax slowly. The tension in his body dissipating. His focus shifting from his kinks and strains to the weight of Jihoon's hands on his neck, warm and tight.
Soonyoung looks at him with stars in his eyes when they break away. "What was that for?"
"To coerce you,” Jihoon's eyes sparkle like a moonlit night. His breath coming in quick successions. He pauses to catch it then says, “Come home.” Soonyoung watches Jihoon breathlessly, his heart blank and full at the same time. It's like he's empty and overflowing at the same time and he doesn't know how to contain himself. “Come on." Jihoon pulls on their intertwined hands, he doesn't let go even after separating. And that's how they get home, hand in hand, faces flushed from winter and something else. Lips numb from cold and something more.