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Serim throws his full weight on the couch, immediately reaching for his favorite doll, and hugs it to the point where it looks like the filling will burst out any second. He doesn’t pick up his phone to check Bubble or Instagram, nor grab any snack, Allen notes. When he looks around and realizes they’re by themselves in the green room, he snorts to himself. He doesn’t even notice his lopsided smile when Serim finally stares at him.
“Hey.” Allen walks up to him and ducks a little, trying to get a good look at the other’s face. “Are you sulking right now?”
“No?” Serim replies way too quickly, in a flippant tone. It seems like he wants to say something else, but decides against it. Probably not trying to incriminate himself.
Allen giggles and drops by his side, leaning into him.
“Serim-ah. Look at me for a moment.” By the time he manages to lock eyes, he’s wearing the silliest grin, with a few front teeth peeking out. He stays hovering just like that for a few seconds, knowing Serim will break if he keeps pushing. When he sees the start of a pout form, it’s like he feels cracks under his fingers.
“I mean, you met that friend and didn’t even introduce me… You even called Woobin over but not me… Who was it anyway, though?” Serim turns his torso, plushie still mercilessly crushed between his biceps. Allen’s airy laugh makes his grip ease a little, unconsciously.
“He’s an old highschool friend!” Allen exclaims while his hands come up to Serim’s arms, tapping them. He frowns, but it just looks silly. “I introduced Woobin because he’s also a producer, and I had previously told him about it.”
Serim hums, but is obviously not convinced. Allen decides on resting his head on the other’s shoulder, squishing his own cheek against it, and gives him a cute look.
“We didn’t have more time to introduce you all… Next time, I’ll bring you up to him, okay?” He mumbles on purpose, and Serim knows. But he gives in anyway.
“No, I mean…” He discards the doll onto the other side of the sofa, his arms coming to circle Allen’s waist in a backhug. “Can you not introduce your boyfriend first?” His voice is slightly whiny, but soaked in affection. He can’t bring himself to say those words without melting a little.
“Why are you so sulky today?” Allen playfully takes a jab at him, feeling a chin hook over his neck. His back is completely enveloped by Serim’s chest, so warm and cozy he wouldn’t mind being trapped there. Maybe he should’ve been born as a pig. He thinks he would sacrifice every single comfort if he got to live stuck to Serim.
The oldest whines with a quiet ‘just’ as the reply, almost inaudible, and tightens his hold. They still have around ten minutes before they need to go back to the dorm, after finishing rehearsals. The short windows of time between their schedules breathe life into them like nothing else does.
“…Doesn’t this mean I like you more?” Serim tilts his head, both his breath and brush of his chin tickling Allen’s nape. “I’d always introduce you first.” He teases, a finger carefully probing at the younger’s side in an effort to make him jump. But he makes sure he stays locked in his grasp.
“What should I do with you…” Allen retaliates in a whisper, forcing out a fake deep sigh. Serim finally snickers and pushes his lips onto Allen’s jaw, right under his ear, in a soft kiss. It tickles him, warmth gently washing over his body.
He doesn’t mind that he was dripping in sweat right before entering the room, this contact is different. Somehow it’s the coolness of the summer breeze, and an ice-cream-induced toothache; it’s the rumble that echoes inside his ribs when he laughs from his belly. The top of his cheeks hurt now.
Allen takes it back. Pigs don’t get to taste even a bit of this sweetness in their whole lives.