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“I still cant believe they really think you’re the God of Kissing or something.”
It’s been months and Jihoon is still trying to get on Junkyu’s nerve by keep repeating the same boring statement he’d been saying ever since that show they did got released on Youtube couple of months ago. So what if Teumes think Junkyu is a good kisser despite the fact that he’s never kissed anyone his entire life? It’s not his fault that he’s good at recreating scenes he sees in movies.
“When are you going to stop saying that?” He said, clearly annoyed at the older because for God’s sake he’s already gotten bored the second time Jihoon said the same exact thing to him. And it’s been months on top of that, why hasn’t he dropped the topic already? “We have argued about it way more times than we should have, Jihoon-ah.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes, “I would have stopped complaining long ago if I didn’t see everyone keeps bringing it up at least twice a month in every socials I open.” Jihoon shoved his phone onto the younger’s face, making Junkyu back off a little because the phone was too close. There he saw the edited version of him playing that jelly game with Doyoung and if he’s about to be a complete narcissistic, he did look like he knows exactly what he’s doing and he looked hot doing it. “I always see at least five posts about it a day. I would understand if this happened the day it got released but it’s been months Junkyu! Your stupid ass smirk makes me annoyed.”
Here we go again, Jukyu thought. Jihoon is probably still bothered over the fact that Junkyu got all the attention in the game Jihoon and Jeongwoo had won. He was supposed to be the one who got all the attention, he was bold in that game, bolder than Junkyu would ever be for crying out loud. But of course it’s Junkyu who got the highlight because he got the most advantage in that game they played, if he’s being honest.
First, he got paired up with Doyoung who basically wouldn’t mind it a little bit if Junkyu by any chance accidentally kissed him on the lips while doing the game — that’s pretty much gave Junkyu the courage to go beyond what he would have done had he got paired with other member. Second, he’s competitive and he knew how supportive Doyoung is whenever Junkyu’s competitiveness is acting up, they’ve known each other for so long after all. And third, he didn’t block the camera with his head so the viewers could see him and Doyoung clearly, unlike this person beside him.
“There’s a feature called mute, Jihoon, in case you’re not familiar with technology these days…considering an old man that you are.” Junkyu’s words made Jihoon scoffed. They’re now sitting side by side on the carpeted floor in Junkyu’s room after Jihoon stormed in unnoticed couple of minutes ago to complain about those tweets he saw. “There’s no feature to mute a video or a picture, Junkyu, in case you’re not aware of that considering the amount of time you spend on games instead of socializing.”
“Scrolling through your social media isn’t really what you can call socializing, though.”
“But it helps you to at least get some updates over things, Kyu! Do you even know how Teumes used to questioning what would it be like if the two of us got paired instead?” Junkyu knew, but he will never tell Jihoon that. “Some said we’re going to eat each other’s face while the other said YOU will immediately ask the staff to change partner.”
“Aw, my lovely Teumes know me well.” Junkyu earned himself a flick on his forehead for that. “They’re right though! I wouldn’t want to get paired up with you in such a game, Jihoon.” Lies. “Did you even see how Jeongwoo almost cried when you got too close to his face? Poor boy.”
“That’s because Jeongwoo thought I would tease him!”
“Or maybe because your breath sti — “ Junkyu didn’t even get to finish his sentence when Jihoon suddenly poked him on the sides and tickled him breathless. “You don’t say that to your hyung, Kim Junkyu!” Junkyu was half laughing, half screaming telling Jihoon to stop while the latter was just laughing at the younger’s misery.
Junkyu didn’t know how long Jihoon tickled him but he felt exhausted when the older finally stopped to let him lay his head on the bed behind them. Junkyu had his eyes closed while keep trying to even out his breathing, his and Jihoon’s laughter died down gradually until it fully stopped and honestly, Junkyu wouldn’t mind to sleep right there and then.
They were silent for a couple of minutes after that, and Junkyu was so sure he’s going to drift off to sleep anytime soon but of course Jihoon wouldn’t let him. The older shook Junkyu’s body rather gently while keep calling the latter’s name in the quiet room.
“What?” Junkyu said, slightly annoyed because now all he wanted to do is to kick Jihoon out of his room, he wanted to sleep. “Look at this,” Junkyu didn’t want to see whatever it is Jihoon is about to show him but he usually can’t deny Jihoon of anything so he shifted his position to sit straight and inched closer to the older.
Oh how Junkyu regretted that decision two seconds after.
“You disturbed me just to show me that?” Junkyu incredulously asked because now he’s again, looking at the almost identical video with the one he saw minutes ago and the only difference was this tweet has a longer caption than the previous one.
“Of course I am, Kyu. You know how annoying I could get,” Jihoon answered while offering his devilishly-innocent signature smile, not even a little bit of guilt present in his eyes. “The caption makes me want to laugh — they make it sounds like you invented kissing or something! Imagine how they’d react once they know your lips are still virgin.”
Junkyu was running out of patience, and he’s starting to get sleepy on top of that. So he’s decided it then, if Jihoon wanted to be annoying, then annoyed he would get.
Junkyu adjusted his position again, he laid his head on the bed behind them but now he’s facing the man beside him with a rather bored stare. “Jihoon, aren’t you being too worked up over such a small thing though? Were you that jealous?”
Jihoon rolled his eyes, but Junkyu didn’t miss how the older stiffened for barely a second after he asked the question. “Now you’re just saying nonsense.”
Junkyu chuckled, thinking he’s so going to push Jihoon into his limit tonight for his own satisfaction. “I dont know, Jihoon, you make it a little too obvious these days. Now tell me, are you seriously jealous over the attention that I got?”
“There’s a clear difference between jealousy and annoyance, Kyu. Besides, why would I be jealous over that? That’s silly.”
Junkyu shrugged, “You tell me.” He said shortly with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’s enjoying the look of annoyance on Jihoon’s face.
“Maybe I have had enough,” Jihoon turned his head towards Junkyu so they’re now face to face, most definitely too close for Junkyu’s liking but he’s too lazy to move his head even just a bit.
“Maybe you’re desperate to get the same amount of attention that I got.”
Jihoon let out a soft chuckle and tilted his head to the side before answering, “Or maybe I just don’t want Teumes to get deceived by you.”
Well, that does the work.
That’s it, Junkyu thought. I have had enough.
And before he could fully think about what he’s about to do, he’s already sitting on Jihoon’s lap, straddling the older while staring straight into his eyes, asking for a challenge.
“What are you doing?” Jihoon asked with his hands hovering on either sides of Junkyu’s waist, seemingly doesnt know what to do with them. He didn’t seemed too taken aback by what Junkyu did though, but the way his eyes widen a bit gave him away. “If you dont let go of me I’ll — “
“You’ll what? Tickle me?” Junkyu’s heart was beating so fast inside his rib cage. He can also feel his bravery started to faltered now that he realized what he’s doing and what he‘d initially wanted to do; a stupid, stupid decision he shouldn’t have made just because he’s annoyed. He didn’t need to prove anything to the older, he didn’t need any validation either. So what exactly is he doing?
Oh, he’s so going to regret this later.
Keep talking, please keep talking, Junkyu thought while keeping the intense eye contact with Jihoon, still challenging the other despite feeling so scared, he felt like running away. Keep trying to annoy me, Jihoon.
But it seemed like Jihoon couldn’t read Junkyu’s mind, couldn’t take the hint from Junkyu’s now glassy eyes. Jihoon didn’t talk, he’s being too quiet for someone who usually couldn’t stop talking. And Junkyu’s poor heart can’t take the staring contest any longer, so with the last remaining bravery he had, he leaned in and crashed their lips together.
If one second ago his heart was beating too fast, now all he can think about was he’s definitely going to die with the way his heart going berserk each passing second as if it wanted to be freed from his chest. And he’s not breathing. Good Lord, he’s so going to die.
How long has it been? Five seconds? Ten?
Junkyu couldnt think straight. In fact, he couldnt think at all because Jihoon’s lips is so soft against his, and Junkyu can not hear anything else beside the drumming of his heartbeat inside his chest and he’d started to feel his anxiety building up and their lips are still not moving — wait, how did people move their lips when kissing?
The longer their lips touched unmoving, the louder voices in his head got, and it was all messy. Junkyu wanted to puke so bad he pulled away rather hastily, he would’ve fell backward and hit his back on the table behind him if not for Jihoon’s hands still holding his waist firmly. Junkyu’s eyes were still closed, but even when he finally opened them a moment later, he still didn’t dare to look up, afraid of whatever reaction he’s going to get from the older one.
Junkyu could feel Jihoon’s eyes on him, but now that his bravery has completely left him, the only thing Junkyu could do was to look anywhere but the man in front of him. The man he just kissed, the man he’s been friends with for what? Eight? Nine years? Junkyu’s mind had gone haywire. He wanted to cry for how loud the silence that’s engulfing them inside his small room. He felt suffocated.
“Junkyu,”
And then silence, because Junkyu was not so sure if he’d be able to use his voice in that state.
And then he heard the man in front of him let out a chuckle — a fucking chuckle. “Kyu, what are you being so nervous for?” There’s a laugh in Jihoon’s voice and Junkyu oh so wanted to punch Jihoon’s pretty face for making fun of the internal crisis he had but who he is to do that? He’s still guilty here. “Kid, answer my question and look up, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
The apology was right there on the tip of Junkyu’s tounge. He was as ready as ever to apologize for kissing his friend, but all that immediately vanished as soon as he looked up and found Jihoon grinned mockingly at him. “What?” Junkyu asked instead of apologizing, sounded somewhat too defensive even in his own ears.
Jihoon shook his head but the mocking grin was still present, “Nothing. You just look like you’re going to pass out with how pale you are right now.”
Junkyu was just about to respond with some silly sarcasm he always has in his head when he felt something warm made contact with his left cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The answer came out way quicker than what Junkyu would call normal. His heart has already pounding as crazy as earlier again and he can feel his breath got caught up in his throat. His lips started to feel dry, he didn’t need to see himself to know he’s gotten even paler now. “I’m sorry for kissing you.”
There. He said it. He didn’t stutter, didn’t even let himself to think about being hesitant because he needed to get it over with. It was a battle between him and his own self.
Junkyu thought he’d accept anything; whatever reaction Jihoon would give him, even if Jihoon wouldn’t want to be near him anymore after this, he’s going to accept that. He’s crossed the line after all, he’s crossed it too far. He was ready for Jihoon’s rage, but what Jihoon did instead made Junkyu’s brows furrowed with how absurd it was.
Jihoon laughed — the real one, the one where his eyes would turn into straight lines and where he would threw his head back laughing like he never laughed before. Jihoon’s laugh was so loud, Junkyu couldn’t hear his heart anymore but now he’s started to feel annoyed again, offended even. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”
It took about two minutes for Jihoon to completely stop his laughing fit because every time he looked at Junkyu — who was pouting the whole time, he’d burst out laughing again. It was annoying, sure, but deep down Junkyu was actually relieved because Jihoon didn’t seem to hate him for the thing he did earlier. But it was still offensive how Jihoon laughed instead of acknowledging Junkyu’s sincere apology.
“What? Have you done making me feel uncomfortable?” Jihoon raised his left brow at Junkyu’s question. He then looked down to the little space between Junkyu’s body and his own, where Junkyu was still sitting on his lap. Jihoon looked up again and with an obvious teasing tone said, “My Kyu, I hate to break it to you but you seemed comfortable just fine.”
That damn pet name again. Junkyu has heard Jihoon calling him that countless of times already but his heart seemed to still haven’t got used to it no matter how many times Jihoon would call him that. “Yeah, my seat isn’t too bad, I guess.” Junkyu shamelessly answered without breaking the eye contact with the man in front of him. He’s saying the truth; it’s the first (and probably the last time) Junkyu sat on Jihoon’s lap but it felt as if he’s done this, it felt nice and all too familiar. “But the old man is probably sore already, so — “
“Nope.” Jihoon kept him there, didn’t want to let go. “What did you say earlier?”
Junkyu blinked once. Twice. “What?”
Jihoon looked like he wanted to laugh again but stopped himself immediately after Junkyu glared at him with his arms crossed. “You look so stupid, I wish you can see yourself — but anyways, you were apologizing for something. Can you say it again?” Jihoon is definitely playing with Junkyu, he’s making fun of him. But Junkyu was too tired to entertain Jihoon’s teasing.
“I’m sorry that I kissed you.” Junkyu didn’t feel like he wanted to puke anymore, there’s no anxiety building up within himself, and there’s definitely no lump in his throat that would stop him from saying what he wanted to say to Jihoon. The latter’s respond was enough to make Junkyu feel at ease. It’s enough for Junkyu to know that Jihoon is not mad at him and Junkyu didn’t even have it in himself to be annoyed at Jihoon for playing with him, again. “You annoyed me so I gotta do something about it.”
Something shifted in Jihoon’s eyes but it was gone even before Junkyu can decide what it was, then he felt Jihoon squeezed on either sides of his waist. “When did you kiss me?”
Junkyu’s jaw dropped to the floor — if that’s even possible. He was just starting to question whether he was imagining things earlier or not when Jihoon broke into another laughing fit. “Stop playing with me like that!”
“I’m sorry, couldn’t help it. It’s fun looking at your stupid face this up close.” That earned Jihoon a not so gentle slap on his shoulder. Jihoon was still laughing while Junkyu could only glared at him with that permanent pout on his lips. “No, Kyu, but seriously. Did you just call whatever that was, a kiss?”
Junkyu’s eyes automatically narrowed after he heard Jihoon’s question. Did he just refers to Junkyu’s fist kiss as ‘whatever’? “Our lips touched, dumbass, what else would you call it if not a kiss?” He asked back, still looking at the older skeptically as if Jihoon was not making any sense with his question. Junkyu is also slightly offended by the older’s take on this, on their first kiss ever.
“I dont know, Kyu. Maybe a very poor attempt of a peck?” Jihoon said, grinning. “What I know for sure though, that was not a kiss. Not even close.”
Junkyu didn’t immediately give Jihoon any response and chose to keep looking at the older with his narrowed eyes like he couldn’t believe how dumb Jihoon was; like he’s giving Jihoon time to re-thinking about whatever his opinion about what happened a few minutes ago. “It was a kiss, Jihoon.”
“Kyu, I barely even felt your lips on mine for you to call it a kiss.”
“You’re lying.”
“Now why would I lie?”
“Because I did feel your lips, Park Jihoon. it was soft and warm!”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
It took Junkyu less than a second to realize what he just said because as soon as the word out of his mouth, Jihoon’s lips curved upward into a smirk. “Wait, that’s not what I — “
Everything that he wanted to say got caught up in his throat when he felt Jihoon’s palm rested on the left side of his neck. Junkyu couldnt tell if Jihoon had felt the slight shiver that ran through his spine because of the touch. “That makes the two of us then.”
Junkyu’s mind has completely gone blank now. He didn’t even realize how Jihoon had pulled him closer to the point where their chest were just a few inches apart. Junkyu was now close enough to feel Jihoon’s warm breath brushing against his cheeks, feeling the unfamiliar heat spreading through his whole body. His heart had gone berserk again, but Junkyu didn’t feel like he’s dying, in fact he had started to feel more alive.
“But I still can’t call that a kiss, Junkyu.” Jihoon’s voice was no more than a low whisper but it sent a pleasant shiver through Junkyu’s spine again. His hand was still on the side of Junkyu’s neck, and Junkyu could feel his other hand drawing a small circle on his waist through the thin fabric of sleeping shirt he was wearing. “Not when I can kiss you breathless if you let me. You can stop me if you don’t want it though.”
Junkyu’s heart skipped a beat when Jihoon started to pull his head closer in a slow – too slow movement as if he wanted to let Junkyu to decide whether he really wanted that kiss or not. Jihoon had his eyes locked on that of Junkyu, and the latter didn’t really have it in him to even blink with how intense Jihoon’s gaze was. It was about time now until their lips would finally found each other again and Junkyu didn’t want to stop Jihoon. There’s no way he would stop the older with the growing need he felt in his chest.
Junkyu gasped the moment he felt the softness of Jihoon’s lips on his for the second time that night, and he could feel the traces of Jihoon’s smile against his lips before it disappeared and being replaced by the pleasant pressure Jihoon’s lips gave to his. That made Junkyu automatically put both of his hands on Jihoon’s shoulder for a support – he already felt weak on the knees even though that kiss was not too different from the one they shared earlier. The only difference was that instead of feeling nervous, Junkyu has started to feel the familiar funny-sensation in his stomach wherein Jihoon has always been the one who caused it.
Their lips didn’t move the first few seconds and Junkyu was worried that maybe he did it wrong, or even worse Jihoon was just playing with him like what he always did. The panic began to arise and Junkyu thought about pulling away, but that thought didn’t last long because Jihoon started to move his lips against that of Junkyu in a way that made Junkyu’s skin tingle, in a way that made Junkyu wanted to feel more.
Junkyu has never kissed anyone, so he didn’t know a kiss could be so…gentle. He didn’t know if that was how everybody kissed, or if that was just Jihoon’s way to give Junkyu some time to warm up because he knew it was his first time doing it. Junkyu didn’t really care, because either way, Jihoon was still kissing him.
It didn’t take Junkyu too long to find the pace, to catch up to the rhythm Jihoon had set for their shared tenderness. He’s soon found himself kissing Jihoon back, unconsciously inching impossibly closer to to the older because he felt like it’s not enough — like he needed to be closer, as close as possible to be able to kiss Jihoon more proper. Junkyu felt himself relaxing even more with each passing second they spent kissing each other that his arms were now moving on their own, circling around Jihoon’s shoulder in a loose embrace while Jihoon’s arm circling around his waist in a firm grip. It felt nice, and strangely enough, it felt right.
They kissed for some time and only parted a little just enough to breathe as much air as possible to continue kissing even deeper right after. Both were so immersed into the kiss as their lips alternately pulling and sucking on each other as if that’s the only thing they wanted to do to spend their night. And Junkyu thought maybe that was not completely un-true because even though Jihoon’s lips didn’t really taste like anything but a tender flesh and skin, Junkyu thought he would still choose Jihoon’s lips over anything else if that means he could do this every day.
Junkyu liked it. He liked it so much he didn’t want it to stop.
But he needed to breathe, for real this time. And it was as if Jihoon knew, because the latter pulled away as soon as Junkyu thought about doing just that. Junkyu also thought they’d continue their kissing session but instead of pulling him in again, Jihoon now was holding Junkyu’s face with both hands, staring gently at the younger who was still panting slightly.
Their faces were still so close, Junkyu sworn he could count Jihoon’s lashes if he wanted to but Jihoon’s eyes were so distracting, he couldn’t help but to return the stare while also letting himself melted into Jihoon’s touch. And Jihoon looked like he was enjoying this as much because he’s started caressing Junkyu’s cheek, while his other hand fixing Junkyu’s messy bangs.
It was a minute or so when Junkyu’s breathe finally go back to normal, he thought about saying something — anything to fill the comfortable silence, but Jihoon beats him into it.
“See? As I said, I just kissed you breathless, Junkyu. I’m a man of my word.” Jihoon winked and Junkyu was annoyed, but he was even more annoyed at himself because that stupid wink and that stupid teasing made him wanted to kiss Jihoon again. And Jihoon might have seen how Junkyu had rolled his eyes but staring shamelessly at his lips after, if the smirk was any indication.
Junkyu only snapped back into looking Jihoon in the eye again when the realized the older was smirking because he caught him red handed. Junkyu was embarrassed, it was easier when they’re still kissing.
“You should give me the credit too, for not stopping you.” Are you for real now, Junkyu?
Jihoon chuckled, and Junkyu didn’t like how the sound made him felt something in his stomach again. “Of course, My Kyu.” Jihoon said, now holding Junkyu on the waist while also trying to pull him closer again, as if their bodies weren’t attached with each other already. Junkyu’s long legs were actually kind of the problem too on top of that. “But I’ll only give you three percent credit for that because you didn’t want it to stop in the first place, Junkyu, you were enjoying it as much as I do.”
Junkyu’s cheeks felt hot. Jihoon just admitted he was enjoying the kiss, and it was silly how his heart has gone berserk again after knowing that little information. Like, what do you expect? Of course he was enjoying the kiss, he was the one who initiated it for crying out loud.
“Am I a good kisser, then?” The question left Junkyu’s mouth before he can stop himself. And he wanted the world to swallow him whole with the way Jihoon was staring at him right now; he was amused, but there’s a dangerous glint in his sparkly boba eyes that made Junkyu shiver. “You dont have — “
“It’ll be too early to decide, Kyu.” He answered. Oh, how Junkyu hated it whenever Jihoon speaks to him with that specific, teasing tone. It made Junkyu felt dizzy. And he was also grinning oh so charmingly on top of that. Junkyu is doomed. “Let’s see twenty or fifty kisses later.”
“…Okay.”
Who is Junkyu to ever deny Jihoon of anything?
“Good.”
And before Junkyu can say anything else, he already found Jihoon’s lips on his own again. For the third time that night.