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There wasn’t much to be said about the development of their relationship. Yoohyun couldn’t say that being with [name] was easy. Being with someone so similar to him was difficult. They clashed often. They argued. It felt like every single word that came out of their mouth was done to push his buttons. And perhaps, most of them were. [Name] was the enigma that pushed him to be more honest. Less closed off. At least, to them. Letting them into his life, into his world, it was unfathomable. An idea so far away in the back of his mind that it almost barely existed.
And here it was, that thought, something his older brother used to only dream of him having, within his reach. They were bleeding, a cut on their cheek from a scuffle with another ranked hunter. Seeing the injury, however small, caused something in his stomach to coil. Not unlike the feeling of seeing his older brother be in the presence of danger.
Of course, the guild leader knew that they could handle themself. They could keep up with Han Yoohyun, after all. But seeing them hurt brought that feeling of dread. He brings a hand up, swiping at the drying blood on their cheek and scowls. They only huff out a laugh, bringing their own hand up to take Yoohyun’s, pressing it against their cheek.
“Wanna share your thoughts?” They whisper. Here, in the comfort of his apartment, where no one can see the vulnerability in his eyes. Just [name]. [Name] who always seems to see right through him now that they understand.
He sighs, pinching their cheek.
“Stop getting into fights,” he responds instead. They laugh, clear as a bell and they lean closer, tilting their head up slightly. Yoohyun didn’t think he’d see the day that he would be the one trying to dissuade another person from getting into a fight. If his brother only knew. Well, he likely would. [Name] would likely tell him either way
“You first,’ they tease, slinging one arm over Yoohyun’s neck and forcing him to lean down just so. They graze their lips against Yoohyun and speaks against the kiss. “I won, didn’t I?”
“And yet, you still got hurt,” he answers, eyes narrowing down at them. He presses forward when they say nothing, stealing a kiss from the other hunter. They hum against the kiss before fully pulling away to rummage through his cabinets.
“There will be no victory if there are no consequences,” they reply, voice all sing-songy, like they were teasing Yoohyun. They sat in front of a mirror, dabbing gently at the cut on their cheek. “Plus, you cannot be talking when all you do is get into fights.”
Wordlessly, he raises an eyebrow, watching them fiddle around, disinfecting their wounds and patching themself up.
“If I remember correctly, you were supposed to be my “better half”,” he retorted, stepping towards them and taking the bandages. He gently patches up their injuries, fingers lingering, leaving feather soft touches over the bandages.
They hummed, closing their eyes, content in letting Yoohyun treat them. This man who was seen as wild and uncaring, gently pressing his palm to [name]’s face. The same man who never lets anyone close, who has an aversion to touch, willingly stepping into [name]’s space, holding them.
They open their eyes, filled with mirth and adoration.
“It’s been a little too peaceful recently. I thought us hunters were getting along too well,” they replied, leaning their cheek against Yoohyun’s hand.
He sighs, one that made them laugh from how exhausted he sounds, leaning forward to press a kiss against [name]’s lips. “Hyung invited us to dinner,” he murmurs instead against [name]’s mouth, feeling them smile against his lips.
Their arms wrap around Yoohyun’s shoulders loosely, humming softly. “What time?” They ask once Yoohyun pulls away. They look at his dark eyes, those eyes that held so much emotion for someone so closed off to the world.
Yoohyun pursed his lips, staring back at them for a few moments before turning towards the clock. “In two hours?”
“Is that a question or an answer?” They can’t help but tease, seeing Yoohyun roll his eyes.
“In two hours,” Yoohyun repeats, affirming his response.
They snicker, pulling Yoohyun down and pressing their lips together again. It’s soft and gentle, the way Yoohyun holds them with such certainty. The man drops his hand from [name]’s cheek and holds them by the waist, pulling them flush against his body.
[Name] gasps softly against his mouth. Yoohyun takes advantage and presses his tongue inside, getting a taste of [name]. They both moan softly, bodies shuffling until [Name’s] knees hit the back of the bed and Yoohyun is pushing them to lie down. Belatedly, they wonder how they managed to move to the bedroom so quickly. They barely break away from the kiss when Yoohyun's prying their legs apart and settling in between.
[Name] is breathless when they pull apart, cheeks flushed, eyes staring up at Yoohyun in a way that drives him insane. [Name] watches, they observe the way Yoohyun’s pupils dilate, the pink dusting his high cheekbones, the sheen on his spit slicked lips. They watched his eyes, the way they grazed over [Name], their expression, their body. It was as if Yoohyun wanted to devour them.
They were all too willing to let him.
“Hey, pretty boy,” they murmur, faces just inches away, a teasing lilt to their voice.
“Hey yourself,” Yoohyun responds, pressing his lips against [name’s] chin, trailing kisses down their jaw. [Name] huffs out a laugh, leaning their head back, letting Yoohyun press his lips against their jugular, then sucking a mark on their unblemished skin. Their fingers card through his wavy hair, gently tugging as breathless moans leave their lips from Yoohyun’s ministrations.
His teeth press against skin, grazing against sensitive flesh, not quite threatening but enough to know it was there. He leaves his marks on [Name], dextrous fingers quickly unbuttoning their top and pushing it off of their shoulders. He continues, going down, pressing his lips to every part of their body that he could. He leaves a wine coloured hickey right above their heart, watching them closely as they look at him with so much adoration. How someone outside of his older brother could stare at him with so much love, he could not fathom.
They were intense, the type of love that could ruin them if the flames weren’t controlled. Yoohyun and his brother’s love was different. It was gentle, like flickering embers keeping him warm from the cold. [Name’s] love was all consuming. Yoohyun did not know what to do with it at first. It felt like nothing he did could ever help with how [Name] felt. But Yoohyun was wrong and [Name] proved them so.
Now there they both were, letting the fire burn, taking anything and everything it can to consume, to stay alive. And both knew very well, this type of flame would be almost impossible to kill.
He presses a kiss to their navel, pulls away slightly to look at the masterpiece of red blooming on [name’s] skin. They were pretty. All flushed and flustered and just begging to be consumed. Yoohyun can barely resist them. So he presses a kiss to their lips, biting back a smirk when they whine as he pulls away.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, hands on their hips, caressing the skin just above the waist band of their pants. He watches them scrunch their brows and then shake their head.
“Keep going,” they whined softly, gazing at Yoohyun with those intense eyes. “Please.” And who was Yoohyun but a mere S-Class? He easily slips off their pants, taking his space back between their legs. He presses his lips against their inner thigh, watching them flinch slightly from how sensitive they felt. He grazed his teeth against the sensitive flesh then left a hickey on soft skin.
He hummed, pressing a kiss right on top of their growing arousal.
The next two hours pass by like a blur, too consumed by their combined passions; their flames burning brighter and brighter until all they could feel was the heat.
They both lay in bed, legs tangled together, hands intertwined as Yoohyun watches them giggle and laugh, recounting the events that led them to a fight. He looks at them with disapproval, but both knew it was more out of concern.
“Stop frowning like that,” they chastise, leaning up to press a kiss on his forehead before reaching up with a free hand to smooth out his furrowed brow. “You'll get wrinkles too early.”
“Aging is normal.”
“Aging is normal. But aging too fast isn't,” they point out, tapping his head with their pointer finger before he reaches up and grabs their wrist. He brings it down to take a bite, hearing them hiss before he presses a kiss over it.
The ring of their doorbell bursts their little bubble of domesticity.
Later, they realize they missed their time to get ready and leave for Yoojin's dinner invitation. The man, obviously worried for his younger brother, had visited.
The knowing grin from Yoojin made Yoohyun want to sink into the ground.
At some time in the week, Yoojin blatantly asks if he should expect a wedding, Yoohyun coughs out his drink and [name] is cackling as they rub his back.