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Odd.
A lot of random packages kept coming into their dorm. Sometimes it’s a bit thick but sometimes it seems extremely light. And all of it was under the same name.
Park Sungho.
What was their hyung buying online so much? Almost every week he would wait in the living room, pretending to play video games when in reality, he was waiting for the package to arrive.
As soon as the door rang, he would close the game a bit too quickly and speed walk to the door, trying to seem as subtle as possible (he wasn’t). He’d try to hide the packages out of sight and quietly ran to his room and locked the door.
Riwoo and Leehan would exchange a look every time this would occur. They shrugged it off for the first few times it happened but it has been happening a lot these days…
This sparks the curiosity of the lower-house roommates. Even Leehan who fully concentrated on his fish noticed the odd behaviour.
They don’t want to pry into their hyung’s privacy but they need at least a piece of information.
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“Hyung, you ask him,” Leehan popped the question. They were discussing on what they could do about the eldest’s change of behaviour.
“Me? Why me?” Riwoo was baffled.
“Because you’re both 03 liners?” That makes sense. But wouldn’t the eldest have a soft spot for the younger?
“Fine, I’ll ask him. But if he doesn’t tell me the truth, you’re going next,”
“Alright, deal,” Getting the older to agree took some time. Leehan walked aside to sit by the aquarium, watching his fish. He would eye Riwoo from time to time, jerking his head to encourage the older.
With enough encouragement, Riwoo knocked on the white-painted door.
Knock knock
A few tumbling noises were heard. Since the dorm was dead quiet, the noises were a bit loud. “Sunghooo! Are you there?” Sungho was taking a bit too long to open the door, and Riwoo was getting impatient.
There’s something that Sungho is hiding.
It was only a few minutes after, the door was finally opened, but barely. Only Sungho’s head was poking out.
“Yes- oh Riwoo…, do you need anything?” He looks… breathless? Seriously what is he doing inside his room? Riwoo could see some sweat sticking to his face-
wait.
A few makeup stains are still slightly visible, looks like someone removed them in a haste. Don’t get him wrong, of course, they wore makeup whenever on stage, just not at home.
Plus, Sungho is not the type to wear makeup in the comfort of their dorm.
“It’s nothing important but, I just wanted to ask you about what you’ve been doing these past months. You’ve been locking yourself inside and barely come out. Are you okay?” Sungho’s face dropped almost instantly.
Looks like he couldn’t form any words at the moment. His hand that was holding the door was trembling and sweating. Riwoo didn’t mean for things to end awkwardly. He quickly thinks of something to make it up.
“Of course, you don’t need to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable yet, but I just wanted to let you know that you can always come to us if you need to, alright? We’ll be here for you,” He reassured the older, hoping that Sungho will open up.
“Y-yea of course, I-I will think about it, thanks,” Sungho just gave Riwoo a weak smile and slowly closed the door on him. The door was locked. Again.
Riwoo just let out a dejected sigh. He is concerned about his fellow roommate. Something is going on but he couldn’t think of something that might’ve been the cause of the problem.
“So, how’d it go?” Leehan walks over from the aquarium, couldn’t grasp the situation that happened 5 minutes ago.
“Bad? When I asked him about it, he went stiff as if he saw a ghost. Let’s give him some time, I did tell him that he could always tell us anything,” He gave a few pats on Leehan’s shoulder, reassuring the younger.
Riwoo went to his room, probably to get his phone to order something for dinner. But Leehan just stood still, thinking about what he could do to get the eldest to confess. He’ll let the older think about it for a week. If nothing happens, he’s going to break in.
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(´･_･`)
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It’s been a week.
They heard nothing from the older, even from the upper home. They are also concerned after hearing about Sungho’s change of behavior over these past months. They also noticed that he’s been distant and quiet whenever they had a group practice.
Sungho is the group energizer, seeing him act like this makes the group worried.
Leehan is getting frustrated. It’s been 2 months since they could have a full conversation with Sungho. He is the most talkative person in the group. He misses his hyung.
He can’t take it anymore.
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The front door rang. As expected, Sungho went out of his room to get the package he ordered. But this time, he full-on ran instead of speed-walking.
Despite the efforts, he still got caught by Leehan. Leehan hid somewhere by the door and tackled Sungho inside when he got close to the door. He grabbed Sungho’s body when he was stunned, squeezing him between his arms and kicking the door closed.
Since the room was quite small, they ended up on Sungho’s bed with Leehan pinning him on top. The parcel was thrown by the bed from the fall.
They were catching their breaths. Wide eyes staring into Leehan’s, shocked and confused. He looks intimidating like this. The usual sweet and caring guy looking down on Sungho like this made him squirm underneath the younger.
“I want you to open that parcel right now. I don’t know what you’ve been ordering these past months but I hope it wasn’t drugs or anything illegal,” Leehan went straight to the point, not wanting to waste any time.
Sungho knew he couldn’t get away even if he tried. Leehan is much stronger than him, like have you seen his biceps? They are insanely big.
“I-I swear it’s not anything illegal… I guess? Please? Please let me go?” Gosh, Leehan is weak against Sungho’s boba eyes and pouty lips. God, give him strength.
“Sungho. I said what I said. Open that parcel,” He demanded, his tone sounded a bit harsh but it was for the best.
Sungho hesitated for a while. Thinking it over and over. He doesn’t want to get on Leehan’s bad side.
“Fine…,” Leehan let go of the older, giving him some space. This time, the parcel wasn’t as big. Sungho sat up properly and hesitantly tore the parcel open. With a bit of struggle, the parcel revealed a red plaid… fabric.
Leehan is not sure what to expect but he certainly wasn’t expecting a dress.
Sungho unfolds the dress, presenting it for Leehan to see.
A sleeveless dress with a square neckline, red plaid patterned cloth, and a bow is tied slightly to the left of the waist. Does Sungho have a secret girlfriend hiding in this room?
“Are you satisfied now?” His face is tinted with bright red that could rival the color of the dress. He is looking away from Leehan, embarrassed.
“Wait, can you explain what’s the dress for? I don’t want to assume anything,” Sungho bit his lips at the question. He’s getting fidgety now.
“This dress is actually… for me,” His face is getting more and more brighter. He squeezed his eyes, expecting a disgusted and disappointed look from the younger. When he wasn’t getting any response, he slowly turned to face Leehan.
Wait what? Why is he red?
“Oh god hyung, I really thought you did something that could potentially ruin your health mentally and physically,” He rubbed his face, relieved that it wasn’t anything serious.
“So, are you trans or do you just like to wear dresses? Any pronouns or names that you’d prefer to be addressed by? Please, tell me everything. I’m not judging you for who you are. Tell me if there is something I can do to make you feel comfortable,”
Sungho doesn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect Leehan to accept him in a blink. Like no hesitation at all? Is it not controversial?
“U-um it’s nothing like that. I just, I don’t know… I like wearing them? I.. I want to feel pretty. I like being called pretty and I like being pretty too, but I don’t want to be addressed as a girl. I’m comfortable with being a guy, but is it not weird for a guy to wear dresses? I thought you’d be disgusted,” Sungho admitted. Voice meek as if he is sharing the world’s top secret.
“Indeed, some people wouldn’t sit with a guy wearing dresses but it’s not that serious. There will be hatred and there will be love. Just focus on love, focus on the people that will support you, focus, on me,”
Leehan is getting closer and closer to Sungho, holding his hands and rubbing soothing circles to reassure the older. Oh how Leehan wished he could hold the older, caressed his plump cheeks as he leaned in.
Gosh, Sungho is so lucky to have Leehan here with him right now. He felt so loved. He felt safe. With him.
“Since when did you start having these thoughts?” Leehan keeps on going. He wants to help his hyung feel more confident in himself.
“I-I think when Jaehyun went to my solo shooting to cheer me on and he said I looked pretty while getting my makeup done. It wasn’t getting to me at first but then, the stylists, the fans, the staff, and other members kept praising me for how pretty I looked on the set. I like it, it made me feel… good. But it wouldn’t look good to the members. I’m supposed to be their older brother, I’m supposed to do good,” Leehan listened. Satisfied that the older finally gets it out of his chest. But the last sentence broke his heart.
“It’s okay to have these feelings hyung. I hope you know that. I know you felt the responsibility to show a good example to the younger members but please know that you can be vulnerable too. Being pretty doesn’t mean you’re showing a bad example. You can always wear your dresses around the dorm if you want. I’m sure the members won’t mind. Plus, I kinda wanted to see you in dresses, I bet you’d look lovely in them,”
Leehan has a way with his words. Sungho is now a blushing mess despite having a crisis a minute ago. The way Leehan looks at Sungho with a warm smile makes him melt. His gaze is full of love and adoration. Not a single evil in his eyes.
Their hands laced together, soothing rubs along the knuckles and love in the air. Sungho wished the moment could stay forever.
He cleared his throat “Well, do you mind turning around? So I can get change?” Leehan giggled giddily. He turned around, slightly bouncing on the bed.
Sungho got off of the bed and started to strip off his oversized hoodie.
“Don’t peek,” He spied over his shoulder to double-check. Once he’s left only in his underwear, he steps into the dress and pulls up the straps over his shoulders. He struggled to fully zip up the dress. Usually, the zippers are by the side of the torso but this dress had it placed on the back.
He thought about asking the younger for help, but he was too embarrassed to. He tried to zip it up again but to no avail. His arms are sore from trying to reach the zipper.
Sigh, let’s get this over with.
“Umm.. can you.. help me zip this up?” He sheepishly asked, face getting warm. Both of his hands held the top of the dress neckline so it wouldn’t slip down. He stares blankly, facing slightly downward.
Sungho heard the rustling of his bed instead of an answer. He’s getting nervous from the lack of sound but… also excited. That’s weird. Let’s not think about it-
Gasps
Sungho flinched as slender fingers ran along his spine lightly, sliding through the smooth milky skin. Slowly, they are traveling deeper and deeper into the dress.
The touches were put to an abrupt stop. Then he felt the dress being zipped up.
“Thank you-,” Sungho’s breath hitches, Leehan adjusted his straps that were sliding off and left lingering touches on his bare shoulders.
This man needs to give him a warning for his poor heart.
“Won’t you turn around and show me how you look?” Leehan leaned down right next to his ear and whispered. Sungho can hear the teasing laced in those words. Leehan knew what he was doing and it’s unfair.
Sungho turned around, his hands are still holding onto the neckline of the dress. Since the dress was made for women, the chest part was a little loose so the straps kept sliding off of his shoulders. His doe eyes are looking up to Leehan’s attentive gaze.
If someone sees him like this, they would think that he is coyly seducing the younger. Leehan wasn’t doing any well either. With the way the older man was looking at him, they’d be eating each other faces any moment now.
After he felt satisfied admiring the older, he let out an exaggerated sigh and held onto Sungho’s exposed shoulders.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna assume that you want this as much as I do,” Sungho bit his lips, mustering up all the courage he had.
He slid his hand along Leehan’s forearm, releasing the tension. Doe's eyes looked up to Leehan’s. Oh the hold Sungho has on him.
“What makes you think that I don’t want this?” Leehan gulped hard. The way Sungho is looking at him with his doe eyes with those sparkly eye makeup, Ugh such a cherry on top.
By this time, his hand is placed dangerously close to Leehan’s neck. He went closer to the younger’s face, making sure their lips were only an inch away. Their breaths tickling their faces.
“Kiss me, Donghyun,”
That’s all it takes for Leehan to lean in and press his lips onto Sungho’s plush ones. It startled him a bit but he kissed back just as quickly.
The kiss was slow, a sweet moment between the two. His eyes flutter shut. Accepting everything Leehan gives to him. It feels warm. Their clothed bodies pressed against each other comfortably. Sungho’s lips are soft and pillowy against Leehan’s.
He could taste the sweet strawberry chapstick that the older applied. He parted his lips, allowing Leehan to slip his tongue inside. Sungho let out a pleased sigh, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s neck. Gradually, the kiss was getting heated.
Hot bodies pressing against each other, hands roaming for purchase. Toned arms wrap around slim waist, holding Sungho close. If Sungho was wearing a crop top, Leehan would’ve slid his hand inside. Let’s be honest, who wouldn’t? The room was filled with the sounds of kissing noises and sighs.
Sungho is slowly losing his balance, everything is blurry from the lack of oxygen. He slid his hand down to Leehan’s chest, tapping a few times to indicate that he was out of breath. But this only resulted in Leehan tightening his hold. One of his hands held Sungho’s neck to keep him in place. Sungho faltered, backing away to be released from the stronghold but to no avail.
Slowly, Leehan pushed Sungho to lie on the bed without breaking their heated make-out. He trapped Sungho with his body, lying in between Sungho’s opened legs and pinning his wrist. Sungho tried squirming around but it was no use.
“Mhmm hmphh!” Leehan deepened the kiss, only letting go with a bite on the bottom of the pillowy lips. “Haa… ha.. mmh,” Leehan pulled away and leaned back to get a better look at the figure in his hold.
He watched how the chest was rapidly heaving up and down from the lack of breath.
Sungho’s styled hair is now slightly disheveled, spread out on the bed. His red lip gloss is smeared, swollen lips are parted, letting out ragged breaths. His eyes are dazed like he is in a trance. The strap on his left shoulder slid off, looking so inviting for Leehan to leave marks around the collarbones.
“…Donghyun-ahhh,” Sungho whined, having to catch his breath. Leehan wonders if that’s how Sungho would sound in bed. Whiny and needy.
“Yes, pumpkin~,” Sungho pouted at the nickname. Leehan just giggled at the action. Well, he’s kinda hard right now. But he felt like they should stop, for now, they’ve done enough. He’ll beat this hard-on later, he’s got a boyfriend to take care of.
He hooks his arms around Sungho’s waist and pulls him up to sit on Leehan’s lap. They gazed at each other, Leehan occasionally fixing Sungho’s soft hair.
“Are you my boyfriend now, pumpkin?” Oh those soft-loving gazes, Sungho would kill to be looked at like this every day.
“…yea,” Leehan chuckled in response, smiling ear to ear and burying his face in the crooks of Sungho’s bare neck.
“Let’s stay like this a bit longer,” Sungho hummed to Leehan’s request. Not that he doesn’t like this.
This feels great. Just the two of them, basking in each other’s warmth, affections emits of the two figures on the bed.