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It is exhausting, if Jiung wants to be really honest.
Performing, practicing, brainstorming ideas for his self produced songs, working on his demo on top of recording even if it is not comeback season. It is not that he hates it, the adrenaline rush he gets from multitasking his responsibilities is the thing that keeps him on his toes but it’s all humane complaints running around his head. Just because.
Jiung turns to keep his lights off as he slips into his bed, exhaustion wrapped around his bones right after his skin hits the beddings. He breathes out and slips his eyes close, his shoulders finally releasing the tension of sitting in his studio all day.
That is, before he hears the door squeak open and his bed dips beside him. The wooden frame creaks a bit as the figure slips itself right under his blanket, arms snaking in around his waist, fingers playing with sensitive skin across his torso, spreading warmth underneath.
Jiung would have panicked if not for the familiar floral scent of the other, and the hovering shadow casted from the light illuminating the room from the gap between the door. He feels a tuft of breath fanning across his clavicle as a pair of soft, pillowy lips rests on his skin, leaving a sense of chill and goosebumps rising. Jiung’s lips stretch into a small smile as he moves his hand in familiar practice to rest on the cheek, slightly pinching it as he caresses it in fondness.
“Yangie,” he says softly.
Taeyang hums and positions himself into a more comfortable position as he curls himself closer to Jiung. His breath now hitting Jiung’s bare chest with his hand resting on Jiung’s ribs, creating random patterns under his fingertips.
Jiung basks in the silence as his humidifier silently works itself in the background, the sound resonating with nothing else but the ticking of his clock in his room. Jiung pulls Taeyang closer, bringing him on top of Jiung, his thick mop of hair almost covering Jiung’s whole vision before he brings his face forward to look at Jiung.
Jiung can’t help but to giggle looking at Taeyang’s sleepy face, puffy eyes with red cheeks as he rests his head right on top of Jiung’s beating heart. It thuds against his chest slower than usual but still picks up its beats as he admires the clingy boy on top of him.
They are tangled with bare legs touching each other while both of them only wearing shorts, Taeyang’s thin shirt brings only a layer of protection as their torsos rest against the other with Jiung’s skin exuding warmth. Taeyang’s long, soft untied hair falls in between them, a few strands of it tickling Jiung’s face but Jiung ignores those and just continues to swipe at Taeyang’s plump lips using his thumb. He brings his hand away to caress his cheeks before resting it on Taeyang’s nape. Slow fingers massaging it carefully as Taeyang feels the tension bleed out.
Taeyang closes his eyes in ecstasy and basks in the comfort of attention from Jiung. If he was a cat, he would have purred, Jiung thinks, as he admires the shape of his eyes and lips and how perfect his features are being paired with his thin nose.
“I can sing for your demo if you want to,” Taeyang whispers. Jiung just nods as he brings their faces closer together, he could taste their shared breath, “We should sing together, the fans would love it.”
Taeyang grins and rests his head against Jiung’s chest again, finding comfort in those steady beats with the chest rising up and down. “You would love it. I think you like it the most when I sing your songs,” he claims. Jiung just lets out a small laugh before shaking his head and lets Taeyang fall beside him while he flips his body to look at Taeyang who is staring at the ceiling of his room.
“Of course, I wrote a lot of those songs thinking of you,” Jiung mumbles, feeling a tad bit shy admitting it, eyes still taking in the sight of Taeyang being vulnerable, face free of any layer of foundation, the corner of his eyes softer with no eyeliner, no concealer to cover his eye bags nor is there any swipe of gloss or pigment on his already pretty lips.
“Why are you here?” Jiung asks. It might come out a bit harsh to others but he knows that Taeyang understands where he comes from. Taeyang just shrugs, eyes still staring at the nothingness of his room's ceiling except for a few glances at Jiung before he sighs.
Jiung could guess why he is here. He saw Taeyang’s face in the practice room earlier, his glassy eyes when he didn’t manage to pull off one of their admittedly hard steps but he lets Taeyang take his own pace. Taeyang bites his lips while contemplating before moving his legs to tangle itself with Jiung’s, his fingers gripping on his bicep as he rests his forehead on Jiung’s shoulder.
“Just needed a good kiss to end my terrible day.”
Jiung’s lips stretch into a smile before he takes one of his arms and rests it beside Taeyang’s head. He yet again admires Taeyang’s face, this time he sees that Taeyang’s eyes were puffy not only from sleepiness as he tracks down the tear stricken face. He taps Taeyang’s cheek before diving in as he carefully positions himself so that they could kiss comfortably.
Taeyang sits up and wraps his arms around Jiung’s shoulders, pulling him closer while Jiung’s hand falls on his waist, squeezing Taeyang’s soft skin. Jiung licks Taeyang’s bottom lips and coaxes him to open his mouth so their tongues could meet. He takes the chance to swipe it on his teeth while he also moves his hands across Taeyang's torso.
His hands ultimately fall on Taeyang’s hips as he rests between the skin and the waistline of his shorts, feeling the most warmth emitting from there as Taeyang starts to moan, feeling needy over Jiung’s touch. Jiung slowly grinds against Taeyang’s hips, with him reciprocating the touch.
He is not usually this putty, he wouldn’t even let Jiung to fully control the flow but Jiung guesses today is a special day, as Taeyang just melts under him, letting his body lax into the mattress. Jiung breaks the kiss before he drags his lips to the corner of his mouth, letting a part of his lips touch Taeyang's jaw before he bites on it. Taeyang’s hand gripping on his shoulder encourages him to do more so he leaves kisses and bites along his neck before he nips on Taeyang’s collarbone, where his beauty mark is.
Taeyang barely wears any revealing clothes. Even in the dorm, he always has his shirt on. It is one of the only few things that could make Taeyang shy away, he would turn his face to another direction if people point it out. The other thing is by being on top of him, staring and taking in all of his edges and curves, telling him that he is pretty like this. It’s not like Taeyang doesn’t know he is handsome but he is just bad at receiving sincere compliments, especially when he is softer, more vulnerable during the time where the moon is surrounded by the stars.
“Pretty,” Jiung breathes, the view in front of him of Choi Taeyang with shirt folded against the beddings, his shorts ridden up to expose more of his fair skin, his tattoos free of any tapes that hide it when they have schedules. His ginger hair is pressed messily against the pillow while he has an unfocused look on his face.
His whimpers slowly become louder, airier as Jiung presses more of his buttons, his lips latch on Taeyang’s exposed shoulder while his fingers are busy leaving its prints everywhere on Taeyang’s skin. Jiung wishes he could record this and put in his songs and let everyone know that Taeyang sounds the sweetest like this but he decides against it, let it be only a secret he knows. He is indeed a selfish, selfish guy.
Jiung could feel his head becoming lighter even when he insisted on getting up and kissing Taeyang again. His aim is probably a bit off, his nose hits Taeyang’s cheekbone but Taeyang smiles regardless, his soft giggles resonating in the quiet room as he plays with Jiung’s hair, his fingertips brush against Jiung’s cheeks while Jiung basks in the touch.
“Thank you, you made my day.”
Jiung doesn’t know what he replied, not even sure if he replied, but neither is Taeyang as both of them are clouded by sleepiness and exhaustion seeping into their bones. It takes mere minutes for their eyes to fall shut with Taeyang’s hand still tangled in Jiung’s short hair and Jiung’s torso pressed closely against Taeyang’s lean frame.
The dehumidifier continues to work, the clock continues to tick.