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Hyeonjoon finally had the energy to stand up after his door constantly knocked for about five times in a row, he groaned on how his back was somehow cracking for a bit due to the unmoving act he just did (laid down on the bed while staring at the white ceiling). “Yeah, wait a second!” he wore his slippers sloppily to open the door, think it must be the manager or Hwanjoong, whatever. He did not put bunch of thought on how—”What are you doing here?” Jihoon was right in front of his door, grinning stupidly with his white tee, black cardigan draping on his shoulders and Gen.G’s pants.
He blinked, once, twice. Tilting his head, looking at the slightly taller guy; “I missed you hyuuuuung,” the visitor walked a bit in just to clumsily embrace the older, hanging his long hands around Hyeonjoon’s shoulders.
Okay, first of all, how did Jihoon even be able to get inside the dormitory? For sure, if Wangho knows, he will not let the door opened? Well, unless? Hyeonjoon just shrugged his mind off, “How did you enter the dorm?” the younger did not answer right away, he just kept on embracing a little smaller man in front of him. The dorm was rather empty, probably because everyone were back to their home; or they had their own plans while Hyeonjoon did not. So, he just decided to spend the week in the dorm.
“Wangho hyung told me the passcode,” Jihoon snuggled on Hyeonjoon’s neck as the older felt the ticklish sensation of Jihoon’s hair brushing over his neck, “He went back to Seoul, I met him on the apartment building hallway.”
“Wangho hyung told you the passcode?”
“Technically I begged him to,” Jihoon answered in mumbling, pretty unclear probably due to the embarrassment he suddenly felt. For someone like him, he never felt the need to actually reach out for someone. Because people will just be there for him anyway. He’s so used for having his people near, or so used for people to reach out to him instead. When he realized it doesn’t work the same for the one he adores dearly, his head was pretty out of space.
He thought, he thought, it would work the same to Choi Hyeonjoon. He thought, ignoring Hyeonjoon after the finals would literally make him beg for his attention like how it used to for the others. But Jeong Jihoon is a fool in the head, outside the League. Once he realized that it did not work a bit to his boyfriend, he got confused. Frustrated. Why didn’t Hyeonjoon look for him? Why didn’t Hyeonjoon re-text him? Why? Does Hyeonjoon ever love him?
“Hm? You’re no longer mad at me for beating you on the grand final?” the long cat whined a long whine instead on the crook of the top laner’s neck, circling his arms around Hyeonjoon to tighten his embrace. “I thought you are mad at me. You didn’t even look at me when we fist bumped after the game, you also didn’t reply to my message so I thought you need a time alone—”
“I’m sorry,” Jihoon cut Hyeonjoon’s rambles in the middle, loosened his embrace then took a look at Hyeonjoon’s face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was pretty mad at myself, I’m sorry…Hyeonjoonie hyung…” the older did not reply a word, biting his lower lips a bit in hesitation. “I won’t do that again, I promise.”
“You promise?”
Jihoon brought his pinky finger up, “I promise.” then Hyeonjoon answered it with linking along his pinky to Jihoon’s. The cheeky wide smile arose back to Jihoon’s face, the one that made his eyes disappear into upwards crescent and buried his face on Hyeonjoon’s neck again while tightened the embrace to the older. “I love you, Hyeonjoonie hyung.” he mumbled.
Hyeonjoon did not answer, once again, despite his ears reddened right after. He returned the hug while patting Jihoon’s back, “Can we go inside first…the door is still, opened wide…” Hyeonjoon whispered that received a chuckle from the one that hugged him. The mid laner finally let go of Hyeonjoon to close the door.
In midst of Jihoon’s giggle, he stated, “No one is here though,” that led to Hyeonjoon’s head tilt. “Um, Wangho hyung went to Seoul, right? To go back home. Hwanjoong, Dohyeon hyung, and Geonwoo also are all there…” Hyeonjoon was still standing there, head still tilting. His brain could not register on how ‘Ah, that’s why it’s so empty and quiet’ was simply because all of his teammates were going away. Jihoon could read his confusion anyway, so he reached out Hyeonjoon’s hand to hold before explaining, “Wangho hyung told me when I asked about the passcode.”
“I’m still curious though,” Hyeonjoon walked first to his bed, taking Jihoon’s hand in his grasp and let the younger sat down on the bed right next to him. “What did you do to make Wangho hyung give out the passcode?”
“Nothing!” Jihoon exclaimed, in a slight higher note than his usual voice. “Nothing, really, I was just—I met him on the lobby right…I think he has a plan with the guy upstairs and I already planned out to visit you, and I just, casually—” before Jihoon was able to finish his sentence, Hyeonjoon’s phone rang. A bold ‘Han Wangho’ appeared on the screen that made both of them looking straight to each other.
Hyeonjoon, once again, tilted his head. Answering the phone in such ease with Jihoon became a bit more aware on what will Wangho tell him about, “Hello?”
“Is Jihoon there already?”
“Yeah? Did you tell him the passcode hyung?”
Wangho scoffed, “That bastard, whatever. Careful, take care of yourself Hyeonjoon.” since Hyeonjoon put it on the loud speaker, Jihoon could also listen to the conversation. His ears turned bright red despite Wangho had not told anything weird just— “That kid bothered me for a week straight because you did not text him and asked me the passcode right in front of Sanghyeok that I couldn’t help but to give him away. Sorry, Hyeonjoonie, if you wanted some times alone please do ring Inkyu hyung to kick him away.” yet.
See, ain’t no way Han Wangho would just let it slide, right?
“Oh,” Hyeonjoon wanted to laugh, was the effect that bad to thee Jeong Jihoon? “Okay hyung, thank you. Have a nice date.”
“It’s not a date!” he hung the call to then catch how bright Jihoon’s ears turned, “Is the effect of me not texting you was that bad that you bothered Wangho hyung for that?” instead of answering, Jihoon went straight to give out a long whine. Leaning his body close to the older, circling his arms around Hyeonjoon’s waist as he buried his face on Hyeonjoon’s stomach, “That bad? Did you miss me that much?” Hyeonjoon might sound gentle like there was not even a hint of teasing in that, but for sure Jihoon had turned into a bright red tomato by now.
The younger could not help but to pull Hyeonjoon closer by tightening his hold around Hyeonjoon’s waist and nodded, “Are you going to spend the night here?” Jihoon did not answer despite looking back up to Hyeonjoon whose eyes were still glued to his head while his hand running mindlessly on the hair, “Since no one is here, you can accompany me and take Hwanjoong’s bed I think?”
“I can?” cat; kitten, Jihoon looked a lot like kitten in Hyeonjoon’s eyes now. If they were living in such a fantasy world where a kitten could turn into human, Jihoon is perhaps the human version of Chovy. And Hyeonjoon really could not help but to adore the guy who was still lying on his laps, embracing his waist rather tightly so he nodded, “I didn’t bring any spare clothes to change, though.”
“Why do you act like we have different clothes size?” Jihoon sheepishly grinned, loosened his hold from Hyeonjoon’s waist as he let the older to take a spare clothes and gave it to the younger. His checkered pants that has the exact same motives as the one Jihoon has, and a random HLE t-shirt he has in sight. “Here, you can go change.” Jihoon nodded, finally standing up and taking the clothes Hyeonjoon handed him.
Hyeonjoon followed him outside the room, taking seat on the dining chair. Scrolling through his phone to order delivery foods; he did not realize that Jihoon had finished changing his clothes, and a clingy cat he became, he put his chin on Hyeonjoon’s shoulder from behind that startled him. “What do you want order?”
“I’m still looking for any interesting ones,” he ran one of his hands across Jihoon’s hair as another kept on scrolling on the delivery app, “Do you want anything?”
“Nope,”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“A little, I stole Siwoo hyung’s salad this morning.” Hyeonjoon chuckled, “Can we just order later? Are you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Order later, it is, then,” Jihoon pulled Hyeonjoon up, walking back to his bedroom and here they are now; lying down against each other while Jihoon buried his face on Hyeonjoon’s chest once again. Listening to Hyeonjoon’s rather steady heartbeats against his pretty racing ones probably one of the most comforting things Jihoon ever done in his life, he adjusted his position for a bit. Lowering even more to fully circle his arms around Hyeonjoon’s waist.
Hyeonjoon always smells like a fresh cut flower with hint of wood, and Jihoon could not get enough of that. It seems like in time, he also wanted to get Hyeonjoon’s scent all around him. Maybe he needs to steal his perfume? Or buy the exact same soap as Hyeonjoon’s? At this point, he might get too obsessed with the presence of the man in his embrace.
He could feel Hyeonjoon’s hands roaming around Jihoon’s hair, combing it before planting a peck on top of his head. Hyeonjoon never wants to admit how he actually craves for Jihoon’s presence; knowing for sure the younger will tease him for that. Moving to Hanwha after a couple years together was not an easy choice either, yet deep in his heart, he knows he needed to. That was probably the best decision he needed to choose; to maybe fight the highest demon throne inside him—himself. To no longer feels small over his own boyfriend; to prove a point he’s worthy of thee Jeong ‘Chovy’ Jihoon.
Knowing the guy that’s currently embracing him not so tightly yet technically possessive for more than half a decade had grown certain feeling and attachment to him; as Choi Hyeonjoon, he feels secure and comfortable around his boyfriend yet as Doran, he feels awfully small at times.
On how many times does his surrounding told him he’s enough to stand beside Chovy, that’s pretty much the same amount of times he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. The win he got after leaving Gen.G should probably be one of the times he felt like he finally deserved the spot; but then suddenly the one he wanted to prove so bad, avoids him. Ignoring him; well, if Hyeonjoon was Jihoon, he perhaps wanted some times alone. So he let it be, let the number on his Kakaotalk chatroom disappeared with no reply.
The older moved slightly, bending his body so he could take Jihoon’s face in his palm for him to look up. Jihoon looks beautiful, always is in his eyes. The younger guy who made him feeling like he could exchange the world, the one Hyeonjoon never had the needs to protect himself because Jihoon would definitely do it instead. He stared at Jihoon’s face in between his palms, catlike features shined the brightest among all others; his adorable cheeks. Scanning the younger’s whole face in such focus like Jihoon would puff into air anytime soon. “Is there something in my face?” Hyeonjoon giggled, shaking his head before leaning his head down to meet Jihoon’s lips in a quick peck, “Oh, you just wanted to kiss me?” a cheeky smile bloomed on the younger’s face.
Now Hyeonjoon was the one who got flustered over the sudden boldness he go a second ago, he quickly let go of Jihoon’s face. Pulling himself away from Jihoon loosened embrace, which, of course, Jihoon did not want to let go so he pulled Hyeonjoon back even closer than before. Head up to chase Hyeonjoon’s lips for a smooch that resulting the older to get even deeper flushed red around his face.
And that’s Jihoon’s favorite scenery to look at.
He did it again, another smooch, another peck, another quick kiss to Hyeonjoon that left the top laner whining, asking him to stop. Heat rose up to his cheeks, and it hurts from smiling too wide; but Choi Hyeonjoon is too cute! So he could not stop to pamper him with kisses all over Hyeonjoon’s face, “Jihoon-ah, stop—Jeong Jihoon,” the older caught Jihoon’s face again in his palms, “Stop,” Jihoon, still with his smile bloomed brightly, nodded his head then buried his head on the crook of Hyeonjoon’s neck right after.
Yet Hyeonjoon pulled him up again, closing the gap as he took Jihoon’s lips on his own; in every fireworks Jihoon ever saw in his entire life, this was perhaps the one that pops brightest. He sighed in the kiss before placing his hands on the Hyeonjoon’s jaws to deepen it.
It was not the teasing one Jihoon often pulled, or the kind of frustration Hyeonjoon would do when his team lose, not even the one with passion intention. It went slow, without a tint of hurry; the one that could ease one’s mind. The comforting type that they’ve always craved for. The older pulled out first, in a haze looking at the smile that hadn’t died out; why does Jihoon really love to smile? Mindlessly, he let his pointing finger to trace Jihoon’s smiling face as the younger closed his eyes to feel how it dances on the surface.
“What do I need to do to actually deserve you?” Hyeonjoon mumbled, clear enough for Jihoon to slowly open his eyes and catch Hyeonjoon’s fingers on his own.
He squished the hand that’s slightly colder than him; the perfect match of his, “Love me.” Jihoon then brought Hyeonjoon’s hand to plant a kiss before placing it back to his cheeks, “Love me, that’s enough for me.”
Hyeonjoon smiled in response, “I love you.”[]