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the night feels warm and calm as the seven of them sit in their appartment's balcony, admiring the celestial skies above them.
sohee and seunghan are half baked, giggling in each other's laps, while sungchan simply takes a swig from his whiskey.
eunseok hums a song foreign to everyone's ears, whilst laying his head in sungchan's lap. anton has already fallen asleep.
and then there's - him.
moonlight gently caressing his face while the stars look pitifully mediocre compared to his charm - wonbin.
he's resting his head on shotaro's shoulder, cheek squishing against the fabric of the older boy's hoodie in a way that's - unfair, sungchan thinks. it's unfair to be this cute.
he can go into that tangent for hours endlessly, so he shoves those thoughts down and keeps them locked away in that part of his brain where no thought that isn't centred around wonbin enter.
"let's play truth or drink." anton says - apparantly not asleep anymore.
"let's." eunseok gets up and pulls sohee apart from seunghan and steals a bottle of Bacardi from shotaro, sipping on the last swig before settling it in the middle.
"sooo, who wants to go first?" sungchan scoffs at eunseok, whose eyes squint up at him before a menacing grin makes home on his face.
no. no-
"why don't you start, hyungie?"
he very much does not want to start the game.
he's drunk, and a little bit high, and he's not confident enough that all of his questions or answers won't be revolving around wonbin.
it's clearly bait, he won't be stupid enough to -
"sure why not?" he blurts out instead, digging his fingernails into his palms. he's an idiot. okay.
eunseok's grin widens, and he knowingly leans in, "say, channie, is there anyone you like?"
the little -
his eyes betray him and fleet over to look at wonbin, but the younger boy isn't looking at him, and instead is absent mindedly playing with the stray threads of his distressed jeans with sweater clad palms.
soft, malleable -
"hyung?" anton softly brings him back.
"uh, nope. not anyone i can think of at the moment." sungchan shrugs.
eunseok obviously isn't buying it but he for once in his life decides not to be an asshole and drops the question.
"that was boring." sohee scrunches his nose. "i'll go next. give it to me."
"if you could sleep with any one of us, who would it be?" seunghan asks.
sohee blinks once, and then without a doubt answers, "'taro hyung. next!"
seunghan's neck whips around so fast that sungchan is worried he might pull a nerve. "i- what? w-wh-"
"babe, just to try it out. i think it'll be cute if we try it out. you can come watch too!" sohee kisses seunghan's cheek.
"we are... definitely having a conversation about you wanting to fuck taro hyung, after this game." seunghan frowns.
sohee pinches his sides, but seunghan's yelp goes unnoticed as wonbin softly speaks, "may i go next?"
"yes." sungchan blurts way too quickly. eunseok mumbles something close to "way to be subtle, buddy." sungchan elbows him, and doesn't feel bad when eunseok goes on a coughing fit.
"i'll ask hyung!" anton hums. "what was your first kiss like?"
sungchan tames down the green monster rising in his belly. it's okay, people kiss all the time, right? so what if the image of wonbin kissing anyone but him makes him want to throw up and scratch his hair out? it's totally normal behaviour, honestly.
except -
"oh, um. i wouldn't know. never kissed anyone."
silence envelopes the room before sohee shouts.
"you've never kissed anyone?"
"no need to rub it in, jeez."
"no, no you're not getting me. "you haven't been kissed before? you must've had a line of boys and girls waiting to be kissed by you. i, for one, was under the impression that you were the most experienced out of us? why am i just getting to know? oh fuck no, we gotta correct this."
"babe, calm down-"
"i shall not calm down!" sohee interrupts seunghan. "we need to solve this. a man this pretty shall not remain unkissed in front of my eyes."
"okay he's too drunk." seunghan mutters as he tries to gather sohee in his arms.
"hyung, i will kiss you if no one else has the balls to." sohee sniffles as he tries to fight in his boyfriend's grip.
"i-i can kiss you if you'd.. uh, like that. i can.. " sungchan awkwardly trails off and looks away when wonbin catches his gaze.
"yeah lets have sungchan do it." eunseok smirks and for the first time in his life has sungchan wanted to kiss eunseok too. lord, i will gift this man some good beef tomorrow. he deserves it.
"i-if wonbin is comfortable." sungchan awkwardly scratches the back of his head.
"i'm comfortable." wonbin says nonchalantly. as if sungchan is not getting paler as every second passes. wait.
"you are?" he blurts out.
wonbin frowns and tilts his head. like a kitten.
"why wouldn't i be?"
"um.. i don't know. on a second note. let's hold this. wonbin should have his first kiss with someone he loves. let's not pressure him, guys."
and sungchan means it. he truly does. even if it means that he'll have to live with the fact that he let the chance slip past his fingers. even if it means that some greasy, lanky man will be the one who will get to press his chapped lips against wonbin's, will get to wrap his stocky, ugly hands around wonbin's pretty waist and pull him closer. sungchan might just cry.
"but i do love you, hyung."
sungchan's heart cracks a little and he laughs, pitifully.
"that's not the kind of love i'm talking about, binnie." sungchan gets up. he knows he's being unfair but he blames his behaviour on the fact that he's drunk. and he's sensitive when he's drunk. "i'm going to the washroom. you can continue without me."
the ambience is eerily silent as he leaves.
one, two, three.
he knows he's being a loser about him but fuck everyone else, they're not the ones getting tortured by the vivid images of wonbin getting kissed by someone else. they'd be more sympathetic otherwise.
one, two, three.
he breathes.
he's just about to hold the knob of his room's door when he feels a firm tug on his sweatshirt.
he turns around to come face to face with the bane of all his problems (heart and dick involved).
"won-"
"don't treat me like a child, hyung." wonbin's voice is even but his lower lip wobbles. he's frowning but to sungchan he still looks adorable.
"i-i didn't mean it like that wonbin."
"then what did you mean it like? i like you, have been for years but you're too dumb to notice, apparently." okay, being called dumb by the love of your life doesn't feel good... hold the phone.
"you like me?"
"yes, i thought i made it pretty clear."
"wh- how?" sungchan spurts, because this is not happening. he's dreaming a cruel dream.
"you're the first person i say good morning to. you're the only person allowed to wake me up at 3am for some kimchi fried rice. i can barely look you in the eye. i even gathered up the courage to kiss you on your cheek that one time and you just ran away."
"because i would've done a lot more than that if i didn't, baby." sungchan doesn't even give himself the time to recover from the nickname slip up because wonbin's blushing and looking down, fidgeting with his socked feet.
"oh."
"yeah. fuck, you're not even aware of the things you do to me, park wonbin."
"oh."
"yeah."
"will you tell me?"
sungchan looks up at that. "hm?"
"the things. i do to you. will you tell me?"
he's going to die. he feels faint, because how can wonbin say those things with an adorably straight face while sungchan is 0.01 seconds away from combusting into oblivion?
"remember last year, seunghan's birthday?" wonbin nods. "he had his friends over and that guy - hyungseok, or whatever his name was - kept trying to flirt with you. kept touching your arm and - and trying to get you to sit on his lap. wanted nothing more than to pull you on mine instead. to put my hand on your thigh and just - and just let him - let everyone know that you're mine. it was stupid but-"
"i am yours, hyung." wonbin steps closer. "always have been, you just needed to realise."
"i'm - i promise i don't mean to be overbearing. i just. you're so pretty and i sometimes tend to feel -"
"just kiss me, hyung." wonbin interjects, eyes already dipping low towards sungchan's lips.
sungchan lifts his hands, unsure and tentatively places them both on wonbin's hips. it's only when wonbin confidently wraps his arms around his shoulders that sungchan smiles and pulls him closer more assuredly, splaying his palms over the small of wonbin's back.
"yeah? you'd like that?" he smirks.
wonbin whines. "i've been waiting so long for this. rejected so many people for you so.. you better. take what's yours, hyungie."
and sungchan has kissed many girls. boys too. he's had his fair share of good kisses. but kissing wonbin is an experience indescribable.
his lips are unbelievably soft as they meet his in a clumsy manner. he doesn't realise that he's unknowingly lifting wonbin up until the younger yelps as his feet get lifted off the ground.
sungchan has half a mind to apologise and settle him back down before they resume their kiss but he's feeling cheeky, so instead he gently wraps his hands underneath wonbin's thighs and tells him to jump, catching him and pinning him against the wall when he does so.
wonbin giggles as his hands go up to squeeze at sungchan's biceps and - that's a kink negotiation for another day.
for now, wonbin looks majestic like this, even in the dimly lit hallway. his lips are shiny and puffy - thoroughly kissed, and sungchan doesn't hesitate in dipping in again for another little smooch.
"fuck you're so pretty, bin." he mumbles in between the kiss, moving one hand up to squeeze at wonbin's waist.
"am i.. really that pretty or are you just saying that to see me get flustered?" wonbin whispers.
"do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?" sungchan squeaks. he knows wonbin's not faux doubting him though, the brat is just humble like that. but if it means that he'll have to compliment him every minute for the rest of his life to get the message through his pretty little head, then he'll do just that.
and then he goes back to kissing wonbin, pressing him against the wall and breathing him in. he smells and tastes like strawberries and cinnamon, but because it's wonbin it's not overtly sweet and diabetic. instead, it's comforting and warm and syrupy. he pressed against him harder.
"i-" wonbin puts his hands on sungchan's chest.
"w-wait i can't breathe." he laughs and tilts his head to the side, resulting in sungchan smashing his lips against his cheek. but he doesn't stop there, instead he quickly gives the soft skin a peck before decking down, pressing open kisses to his jaw and neck.
wonbin sighs. "you're good at this."
"i know i'm good at it. i have experience, you know." he grins, wide and toothy.
from the end of the hallway he hears something - eunseok - fake gag, and then someone shushing him. sungchan's grip on wonbin tightens.
"how long have you fuckers been lingering here for?"
"... about fifteen minutes?" anton chimes in.
"haha. great. go back to the balcony, you horny fucks. this one's just for me." and with that, sungchan gently drops wonbin back on the floor and takes him by the wrist, leading him to his own room.
"use condoms!" sohee shouts.
sungchan rolls his eyes. it's way too quick to have sex yet, given that wonbin just had his first kiss today.
he also would like to enjoy the rest of the night in calm, comforting silence with wonbin. so he tries not to think about the beyond, because a getting a hard on in present time will be too awkward.
he's only getting into the bed with wonbin to cuddle and make out for a bit more when a knock interrupts them. wonbin giggles as sungchan rubs at his face and groans, before getting up and opening the door.
sohee stands in front of him with a big shit eating grin on his face.
"soo, i brought you some king sized condoms because. you know, your-"
and sungchan shuts the door right in his face.