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heeseung is known for his determination, his iron resolve, and his preservation. he’s always been the epitome of a metal fist, unyielding and solid.
since that’s the case, why does he have sunoo pinned against the wall of one of mnet’s many supply closets, lips interlocked and hands in a flurry all over his boyfriend’s body?
“hyung,” sunoo whines, his own hands sliding up heeseung’s hot navel, leaving traces of electricity in their wake. heeseung is busy gripping sunoo’s waist harshly, fingers pressing into the softness of his flesh and sunoo knows that there will be marks left on his skin later.
heeseung pulls away from sunoo’s lips to focus on his neck instead, mouthing the unblemished skin there. the lipgloss their stylist put leaves pink lip stains on sunoo’s porcelain skin, a delightful streak of colour on the blank canvas heeseung sees. he bites down on a bit of skin at sunoo’s collarbone, where it can be mistaken as an insect bite, leaving red teeth marks. the spot of red blooms beautifully after he pulls away, and he presses a consoling kiss on sunoo’s jaw for the bite.
not that sunoo minds— if anything, he has another task in his hands. heeseung has been hitting the gym lately, and it shows in how toned his boyfriend’s abdomen has become, previously softer skin morphing in planed ridges and hardened muscle. sunoo would be lying if it didn’t turn him on a little bit, seeing heeseung come home at midnight all sweaty and flushed, clad in only basketball shorts and a sleeveless top. it takes all of sunoo’s willpower to not go down on his knees in their living room every night, and that’s only because he’s a decent housemate and doesn’t want to traumatise the other five members.
(now, if he could just bribe jungwon into emptying the dorms later after this schedule…)
sunoo leans forward again, and heeseung takes the hint, meeting him in the middle. as their lips move against each other, hot breaths mingling in the air, sunoo whispers softly, “my heeseung hyung, you’re so hot, don’t you know that?”
“my hard-working boyfriend, hitting the gyms everyday to bulk up. it’s paying off, hyung. look at how pretty your waist is today,” sunoo mumbles into the kiss, hands sliding around the very lithe waist he’s mentioning. “the prettiest and best hyung ever, always knowing how to take good care of me.”
with that, he slides a dangerous leg between heeseung’s thighs, pressing forward gently enough for heeseung to feel it. the heat behind heeseung’s eyes grows even more tangible, and the air is thick in the closet as sunoo feels heeseung’s arm around his waist tighten even more, turning even more bruising.
he loves it.
“guys, please for the love of god, stop making out now!” a muffled voice sounds from behind the metal door, and they laugh as they part, too used to being interrupted to even be annoyed.
“we’re here, we’re here,” heeseung chuckles as he opens the door to a huffy jungwon, who looks in a similar state of disarray next to jongseong.
sunoo leans into heeseung’s shoulder, revelling in the faint blackberry scent at his jaw. heeseung smiles at that, leaving a soft kiss to the crown of sunoo’s head and caressing his neck in small, gentle movements. sunoo had come straight from the airport to the broadcasting studio, yet his smile was still as radiant as ever when he entered the dressing room, blonde hair practically lighting up the room and kindling the bonfire of affection in heeseung’s heart.
then, sunoo had come out dressed in the simplest of grey fabric, a top that was significantly less ruffled than heeseung’s own, yet the simple, muslin fabric draped over his blonde hair was what did it for heeseung. sunoo looked gorgeous, like a fairy with the prettiest eyes staring at him, the pout on his face making him seem even more innocent and pure. the plain grey fabric only served as a backdrop to accentuate sunoo’s blonde hair, making him shine even brighter than the sun that was beaming down on them during the mini fanmeeting.
sunoo had looked so beautiful during the fanmeeting, surrounded by praises and compliments of love from the fans, and heeseung could barely hold himself back from embracing the boy in public and shielding him away from the prying eyes. sunghoon, knowing his inner plight, dialled up the teasing even more, throwing praises as sunoo as heeseung could only tighten his grip around the microphone he was holding out for the latter.
as eloquent with words as he is with a pen, sunoo never fails to take his breath away, and heeseung feels that no thesaurus or dictionary in the world could ever encapsulate the myriad of glowing warmth in his heart and the burning desire in his gut when his eyes lie on sunoo. there are simply no words to describe how ethereal sunoo looks in his element, his foxy alluring eyes gazing into heeseung as if he can just crawl into the crevices of his boyfriend’s caged heart to be met with no resistance.
lee heeseung is nothing but a weak man to kim sunoo, and he prays that he is victim to sunoo’s charms and magic forever and for eternity.
“don’t i look pretty, hyungie?” sunoo asks him as they walk back to the dressing room together, hands intertwined loosely and swinging between them.
heeseung raises an eyebrow at that, looking down at the small mark he left on the other’s neck. he knows that sunoo is just fishing for another compliment to boost his ego, but he’s always been a lesser man when it comes to his boyfriend. he brushes his thumb over sunoo’s hand, smiling as he says, “the most gorgeous you’ve ever been, baby.”
sunoo’s smile brightens even more at the naked compliment, and jungwon and jay groan in front. it’s a mercy that they’re well-known for how intimate all seven of them are behind closed doors, so none of the other idols ever think of ratting them out after witnessing their questionable interactions in the hallways.
karina, or jimin, as heeseung knows her now, approaches them from the other end of the corridor. her own hand is holding minjeong’s own, and the black blazer she’s wearing today contrasts with her girlfriend’s own exposed sternum. they smile upon noticing the four of them, and jimin hops over with minjeong in tow.
“are you guys leaving already? we just got here!” jimin whines, pinching jungwon’s cheek affectionately as he grins up at her.
“we’re going home to sleep, noona. we came straight from our flight from shanghai this morning,” jungwon explains, eyes already glazed over from the thought of the nap he can have later at the dorms.
“minjeong noona!” sunoo calls out, hugging minjeong tightly as they exchange a few hushed whispers, giggling as they glance at their respective boyfriend and girlfriend. with one last peck on minjeong’s cheek, sunoo returns to heeseung’s side, locking their pinkies together as they wave goodbye to the two girls.
“they’re so cute, hyungie. jimin noona always looks so whipped when minjeong noona is with her,” sunoo chirps happily, pleased to have met another friend in between schedules.
“heeseung hyung looks exactly the same as noona does when he’s with you, sunoo-ah,” jongseong laughs, shaking his head. “sometimes, i’m so scared for u. heeseung hyung always looks like he’s five seconds from eating you alive in front of everyone.”
“yah!” sunoo swats jongseong’s shoulder with a pout, turning to look at heeseung. “is that right, hyungie?”
at that, heeseung merely smirks, a hand sliding to pull sunoo closer to him. he whispers softly into sunoo’s ear, hot breath dancing across his skin, “you’ll know tonight, baby.”
the blush on sunoo’s cheeks bloom even further, and a pretty pink paints across his pale skin down to his neck. heeseung has to hold himself back from kissing sunoo right there in the corridor. after all, public decency is still a virtue idols should have, homosexual bandmates or not.
they go home in the same van after that, hands loosely intertwined with each other and heads leaning together as they listen to the same playlist through shared earphones.
sunoo can’t wait for nightfall.