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Imagine this: a broken ankle, scraped knee, and a busted lip. Who knew making out with a jock was this adventurous? Riwoo sure didn’t, and neither did Taesan by the looks of it—He was on the luckier end though, red in some spots and the occasional scratch here and there but otherwise nothing too severe. At least he didn’t break anything, fortunately.
Though, from the way Taesan has been busying himself by constantly looking at Riwoo, paying no attention to his own injuries, he suspects that he wasn’t all too concerned about his own state. Admittedly, it was pretty cute seeing him act like this, even more so with how quick he is to look away whenever Riwoo catches him staring for too long.
Even when the nurse that treated them earlier were shooting them a hundred questions a second— neither of them being able to muster up a proper answer, Riwoo was flustered red trying his best to give a reply while Taesan held his head low and kept stealing glances at him. Whether it be his knee or his ankle, he’s been constantly monitoring him as soon as they got here.
“How did this even end up happening?” The nurse’s words echo in his head.
It was simple, really. You think you know what’s going on one moment but then the next you’re falling 8 feet to the ground with this tall 6 feet something man following suit and landing on top of you. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have let Taesan be on top of him while they were kissing on top of those bleachers with no wall behind them. Trouble was practically calling out at that point.
He was just so eager though, with the way his face lit up into this wide expression, barely showing his gummy smile before getting shy again and leaning in closer, frantically searching for Riwoo’s hands to latch on to.
It was cute, really. The way Taesan grabbed his shoulder and towered over him, his face already red before anything had happened as Riwoo just sat there waiting for him to make his move. He didn’t look over but if he could take a wild guess, Taesan was probably already hard with just the thought.
“Is this ok?” A timid smile still painted on Taesan’s face.
“Take your time, just relax.”
A warm touch to the neck, a thumb grazing over Riwoo’s jaw. It felt rough against his skin, even more so than whenever they held hands.
“Still fine?”
“Mhm.”
Soft lips press against each other, not really moving. Taesan’s eyes were closed the entire time.
It was romantic, really. The way Taesan sat back down beside Riwoo, the red on his face making its way to his ears as he kept wiping off the sweat from his hands on his jeans. Tired eyes and a small smile plastered on his face, Riwoo fell in love with the clumsy scene playing out.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We can keep trying until you get it right,” He wraps his arm around Taesan’s, grabbing his hand and holding it firmly with the other, “Just let me know if you want to try again.”
A quick kiss on the cheek before settling on his shoulder. Not much time passes, not enough to let silence dawn on them.
“Can we try again now?”
A quick kiss on their hands before Riwoo lets go, leaning back in his seat again as he waits on Taesan.
“Come closer.”
Breaths mix in with each other as their faces draw near, heat radiating from the gap between them. A tiny drop trickles down Taesan’s temple.
“Just follow my lead, you’ll do great,” A touch to his cheek, tracing his thumb along his cheekbones. A slight tug follows, “We’ll take it slow.”
The thumping in Taesan’s chest felt like bursting out in that moment—dry gulps and meager attempts at pacing his breath. A nod was the only thing he could muster. And though confidence was teeming out from Riwoo’s eyes, its form taking shape in these glimmering sparks, he could only read it as nothing more than intimidation.
Before he knew it, lips press against each other, his tongue idle as Riwoo slides his own in.
“Open your mouth a bit more.”
Their tongues start playing with each other like two dancers moving to the same song, only that, they’re doing the steps differently.
“Is this ok?”
“You’re fantastic.”
His hand slides down, cradling Taesan’s neck, brushing his hair in gentle strokes.
It was like stumbling for Taesan—over and over and over again. Mismatched rhythm, not quite hitting the beat on time. Just lagging behind Riwoo each time their mouths open.
He was dissatisfied, wanted to pull away every time their eyes met. The feeling churned and gnawed away in his stomach. It was like butterflies in there… if they were more ravenous and manic, that is.
“You’re doing amazing.”
Even still, Riwoo doesn’t shy away from him. A little smile forming every time they—he catches his breath.
“Wait, sorry,” Taesan pulls away. Riwoo catches his neck.
It was clear he needed to do more, match Riwoo’s confidence, get rid of that feeling looming in his stomach and get over himself.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Nonono, it’s not like that,” Their eyes meet, breaths cool against each other’s lips before dissipating into warmth.
A deep exhale.
“I’m ready.”
He goes in this time, and though still slow on the action, Riwoo begins to push against him, his hands quick to hold on.
Quick exchanges, a constant push and pull on even ground now. Taesan’s tongue comfortably letting itself explore Riwoo.
“I’ll speed up a bit, if you don’t mind.”
Taesan pulls away for a moment, catching his breath before returning a nod. Riwoo pulls Taesan in, bringing them even closer to each other.
A tug on the lip immediately follows. Riwoo winces, Taesan pulls back, “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, you’re still doing great,” He pulls him back in, hand sneaking under Taesan’s shirt.
It was a sharp tingle, but he welcomes it, returning the gesture by leaning into Riwoo.
The taste of iron starts permeating and though reluctant, Riwoo’s adamancy begs to differ. He was relentless, constantly getting his tongue into places that even Taesan doesn’t venture into.
Taesan picks the pace back up.
“That’s more like it.”
Their smiles catch each other in the in between, eyes locked into each other’s lips, and the occasional nose kiss, or the forehead bumping, or the quiet nuzzling Riwoo does. Taesan never understood the appeal of those things… until now. Every little thing Riwoo does fills him with warmth. From his chest down to his hips, every time they go in, he felt ready for more.
He leans further into Riwoo, an attempt at dominance, an advance that Riwoo accepts by leaning further back—a pull to his push.
Next thing he knew, a tug pulls him in… down, followed by this defeated groan coming from under him.
“Owww.”
And now they’re here, sitting beside each other on this bed. His ankle wrapped and his jeans rolled all the way up to reveal the still exposed wound on his knee. The nurse said she’d be back in a few minutes with more supplies.
A deep sigh breaks the silence. All Riwoo could hear were murmurs.
He leans over, “What was that?”
Taesan was quick to massage his neck, “We probably should’ve done it somewhere else.”
“Neither of us were thinking about anything else besides ourselves,” He raises his broken ankle, “I’ll be fine, really. This will heal eventually.”
“How about dance practice though? You’ll end up missing a few of those,” A hand makes its way down to his thigh, soft taps bouncing against worn-out denim.
“Well good thing I don’t have any competitions coming up, I can still watch choreography videos in my down time,” His head lands on Taesan’s shoulder, “Or watch you and your practice. I’m fine with either.”
His embarrassment became palpable in an instant, the urge to turn away immediately surfacing, “Ah hyung,” He nudges Riwoo’s side lightly, “What’re you even saying.”
“Don’t you want that?” He leans in even closer, nuzzling his head against Taesan’s neck, “I’ll be on time whenever we walk home.”
Embarrassment keeps rising, the a/c felt warm against the heat surging inside him, “You’re talking a lot for someone with a busted lip.”
“You’re into that aren’t you?” Riwoo backs away, “Look at me, doesn’t it make me look grunge?”
Taesan doesn’t turn his head.
“You’re insane.”
A burst of laughter erupts from Riwoo, leaning back into Taesan, instinctively holding on to him as he lets it all out. Maybe he was right—his injuries didn’t bother him and he’s out here cracking jokes like it was a normal Tuesday. For all intents and purposes, he should be feeling at least a little bit of regret, or annoyance that he's stuck with one functioning foot for a good while.
But it doesn't move him. Sure, they could've been more mindful, but to say he didn't enjoy himself? He'd be lying to himself. Despite landing themselves here, despite the taste of blood trickling from his lip, despite not being able to dance for a while, he loved every second of the time he and Taesan had on top of those bleachers. Hell, even with how despondent he is now, he still can't erase the smile he gets whenever he looks at Taesan.
Time passes, and even amidst the laughing, even when it was done, Taesan still hasn’t turned his head.
“It was fun, honestly,” He wraps their arms together, grabbing his hand and carefully placing his fingers in the gaps, “I’d gladly do it again at some place safer.”
Taesan’s shoulders drop almost instantly, that tense feeling inside just melting away at the thought.
“You did great, really. It was cute seeing how excited you got… even if we ended up like this.”
“Yeah? You really think so?”
“I do,” He reaches out, grabbing Taesan by the chin. He lets his hand sit there, unmoving, waiting on Taesan to make his move.
A few seconds was all it took. Taesan’s head turns, immediately meeting Riwoo’s eyes as he struggles against the inevitable smile forming on his face.
“Do you want to eat together later before I drop you off?”
“Oh ho, Taesanie,” Riwoo pulls them in closer, slinging his arm around Taesan before settling for the top of his head, “You’re quick to pick up, aren’t you?”
The only thing Taesan could return was a laugh.
And a quick kiss on the cheek before breaking away from Riwoo, “That quick enough for you?” His back immediately turning against him.
Emotions in quick succession through Riwoo—shock, awe, joy, satisfaction. The feeling lingers in his cheek, like it was branded on to him. If it weren’t for his lip, he’d have swallowed Taesan up whole at this point.
A laugh fills up the empty space in the room, followed by a deep sigh as Riwoo leans against Taesan’s back with his own. As much as he wanted to tease Taesan even more, wanted to see how red he had gotten, it was probably for the better to hold it off ‘til next time.
“I had fun today.”
“Me too. Thank you."