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Heesung knew he was being childish, but he honestly didn't care. He had his lips pressed into a dramatic pout, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he turned away from Yoon-gu, refusing to make eye contact.
"I see how it is," Heesung huffed. "You're fine with Daehyun touching you in public but not me!"
Potato glared at the back of the actor's head, "Because you always go overboard!"
With Heesung, partaking in PDA was a dangerous territory. What always started as them simply holding hands, or casually hugging would almost always spiral into some sort of a over-the-top display of affection that drew way too much attention for the athlete's comfort.
Heesung's chaste kisses would turn deep and heated very quickly, or when he would swing an arm around Yoon-gu's shoulders it would lead to the actor pressing his mouth against Potato’s ear in order to whisper very naughty things that only he could hear and cause him to blush furiously under the gaze of others.
Potato pretty much banned any type of PDA because of that. There wasn't much of a downside to it, until now.
"He hugged you for way too long," Potato felt the corners of his mouth twitch at the whiny tone Heesung’s voice took on.
Potato cleared his throat to avoid snickering at Heesung's behavior, "It was like twenty seconds max."
"We haven't seen each other in almost two weeks!"
Daehyun had to rest due to the injuries he sustained during his latest match and Potato no longer lived at the dorm, he lived with Heesung now so he hadn’t seen his friend for a while. Everyone on Team Black knew that they were together and Heesung had been over the moon for weeks. He was even the one to suggest that they visit Daehyun at the dorm and bring him some snacks and goodies.
"Don't you see you're being overdramatic?"
Heesung didn't respond.
Potato sighed, "Fine, be that way." He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. Heesung stole a glance at Yoon-gu's retreating figure before looking away when he sees the athlete slow down and stop in his tracks.
Potato turned around and nearly snorted at the sight of Heesung still sulking.
What can I do?
He had moved in with Heesung almost two months ago! He told everyone, his friends and family that he was in a serious relationship with Heesung. Potato does things for Heesung that he wouldn't do for anyone else. He even initiates sex every once in a while, to prevent Heesung from feeling like he was only one in their relationship that wanted sex.
Potato tried to think of what would ease Heesung’s jealousy. Perhaps it's not what he should do, but what he should say.
"Heesung," Potato paused, wondering if it was a good idea to do what he was about to do. "Hyung, you know I'm all in, right?"
Heesung could have gotten whiplash from the speed he twisted his head to stare in shock at Yoon-gu, jaw dropped.
"I get why you're upset, Heesung-hyung, but you don't need worry because I only got eyes for you."
A moment passed, then Potato saw Heesung's eyes light up and a bright, surprised smile spread across his face.
Heesung tried to play it cool even though his expression gave him away, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
Potato rolled his eyes, "You heard me."
He then turned around and tried to continue his way to the kitchen but was abruptly stopped when Heesung bolted off of the couch to grab onto the athlete’s shoulders to flip him around.
"Hey!" Potato narrowed his eyes and tried to wiggle out of Heesung's hold, pushing against the actor's chest with his hands.
"Say it again, Yoon-gu."
Potato avoid Heesung's intense gaze, his face turned crimson at Heesung's tone.
"Ugh, fine."
"Heesung-hyung—" Potato didn't get the chance to finish because his lips were attacked by Heesung's. "Mmpfh!"
Heesung's hands moved from Potato's shoulders to his waist, his hold tight. Potato's hands remained on his boyfriend's chest but instead of pushing, he was gripping the fabric of his button-up shirt. The kiss is very heated, tongues are heavily involved and it’s beyond chaotic.
Potato managed to gain his senses and gently shoved Heesung away. Both are a bit breathless and dazed, a thread of saliva breaks when their mouths are far enough apart.
"Happy now?" Potato panted as he rested his forehead against Heesung's chest.
Heesung laughed.
“I am," He admitted, his voice brimming with happiness.
He was already hoping that Yoon-gu would say it again and Potato could tell. Despite his best efforts, the young athlete laughed. He pressed his face against Heesung’s chest to muffle the sound as his entire body shook.
"Good," Potato's laughter increased as he knew how Heesung would react to his next words. "Because I'm never calling you that again."
"Why not?!"