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Kyungsoo exhales quietly with knees pulled up to his chest, currently occupied with a random video tutorial on his phone which was balanced on his knees. Junmyeon is warm against him, head on his shoulder, breathing steady. He smells like lavender. Kyungsoo loves lavender.
“Soo.”
Kyungsoo hums, hand instinctively coming down to reach for Junmyeon’s, feeling blindly against the scratchy fabric of the couch, fingers searching. He feels it—then quickly, he doesn’t, brows furrowing slightly. He keeps moving, feels it once more, and again the feeling is gone.
“Are you trying to annoy me?”
He finally turns his head and sees Junmyeon grin, rosy cheekbones rising, eyes crinkling in those twinkly and cute little crescents they tended to form.
“You’re cute when you’re distracted.” Junmyeon sighs, head lolling back down on his shoulder, finally giving his hand in. Kyungsoo is quick to lace their fingers together, eyes focusing back on the video.
It was cute. Kyungsoo held his hand like he needed it to ground him, grip firm, but not harsh. Then, he brought their hands up to his lips, pressing a light kiss, not once looking away from his phone.
Junmyeon smiled, feeling warmth spread all over him. Cute. He pulled their hands to his lips too, planting his own little kiss, fast and sweet.
He waits for Kyungsoo’s reaction, and Kyungsoo doesn’t look away still, but his lips slightly curl up at the corners, brows relaxed, visibly pleased. Cute cute cute.
Unable to resist, Junmyeon pulls their hands to his mouth again, pressing a soft kiss to Kyungsoo’s knuckles before untangling their fingers, pressing small little kisses on Kyungsoo’s fingers as well. He left light, little pecks that tickled the pads of his fingertips.
“What are you doing?”
Kyungsoo finally paused his video, setting the phone aside to turn to Junmyeon properly, tucking his legs beneath him.
“Giving you what you deserve,” Junmyeon says simply in response, pressing a kiss to his palm this time.
“Kisses?” Kyungsoo chuckled, raising a curious brow, palm tingling.
“Of course.” Junmyeon continued to give him kisses, his warm lips trailing down to Kyungsoo’s wrist, kissing his pulse firmly, then pulling away with a small pop. “You always deserve kisses.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup,” Junmyeon says with certainty, booping his nose. “Even there.”