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Joo Woosung couldn't be judged. His boyfriend was so cute—terrifying, but cute.
"Hey, get off," Seo Hoyun complained, but the blonde remained on top of him. The program? It didn’t matter; he was too focused on filling that rosy mouth with kisses.
Seo Hoyun's hands rested on Woosung's shoulders, trying to push him away with all the strength he had. They were in the waiting room for Black Call. The group had already performed, and in a few minutes, The Dawn had to go on stage, but here was Seo Hoyun, being attacked to death.
"Let go of me, idiot."
Joo Woosung bit his lips softly and didn’t move away. Instead, he took advantage of Seo Hoyun opening his mouth to kiss him even more deeply. Those strong hands on his waist should be illegal...
Before they started dating, Seo Hoyun thought Joo Woosung wasn’t that strange after all. Clearly, it was a successful brainwash until he met his true self.
A being in desperate need of physical contact and kisses. Lots of kisses.
Being kissed by Joo Woosung was overwhelming. Seo Hoyun had been kissed many times throughout his life, but maybe kissing a woman was different, or maybe it was just the person. With his ex-girlfriends, the kisses were calm and sweet. He liked kissing them as a sign of affection.
But kissing Joo Woosung? It was as if he was being completely consumed; they never got enough of each other. Seo Hoyun declared that he was completely under Joo Woosung’s spell. If this were the Harry Potter world, he was sure he had been given Amortentia.
Joo Woosung kissed slowly but deeply. Somehow, he managed to make them both sink into the kiss until they were completely out of breath and their chests were screaming for air. Then he would caress Seo Hoyun’s face and make a stupid joke.
"I think your ex girlfriends left you because you’re too intense," Seo Hoyun confided, now out of his boyfriend’s arms.
He gently adjusted his shirt and checked himself in the mirror, making sure his makeup hadn’t smudged. He had promised the members and staff that he was only going to say hi to Woosung.
"Ouch, how rude."
For some reason, his voice seemed more playful than anything else.
Since when did Joo Woosung feel so free around him? It was annoying.
He was no longer a man easy to manipulate.
Seo Hoyun turned to look at him; there were still about 20 minutes before he had to go on stage. There was no one around except for that idiot.
He took a deep breath and stepped back toward him.
"Don’t even think you’re going to be in charge this time," he spoke with authority.
And their lips collided again, this time with Seo Hoyun leading. It was a lazy, unhurried kiss. Their lips moved so slowly but in sync, feeling each other under the skin.
If Seo Hoyun were a good person, he would have had some sense before doing all that, but he wasn’t.
Before their hands could slip under each other’s clothes, they heard a knock on the door. They quickly pulled away, and then Kang Yichae’s red head peeked in, looking at them both with suspicious eyes.
"Hyung, the stylist needs you... she wants to make a change..."
Seo Hoyun looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his hair was as messy as it could ever be, and his lipstick was too smudged.
"Tell her I’ll be there in a minute."
The door closed in front of them, and Seo Hoyun moved closer to try and fix himself up.