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Jungmo is staring. 

He knows he is, he's aware that Wonjin has caught onto him staring, he knows Hyeongjun and Serim have both noticed as well, but it's simple: Wonjin isn't telling him off for looking too long anymore. 

Not really at least. Of course, there's times Wonjin will pick and call Jungmo out for it and tell him to go away or even redirect the direction of his head without saying anything but there's times, more so recently, that Wonjin doesn't say anything. 

Sometimes he glances up, eyeing Jungmo for a second before continuing whatever he was doing before. Other times he stares back, but mostly he just pretends like he doesn't notice.

But Jungmo can tell he does. 

He observes everything a bit too much, including all the members, so of course over the years he's picked up on when Wonjin shifts and holds himself differently when he's being looked at. 

He's aware Taeyoung's talking to him. He knows he should tune back into the conversation before he comes across as rude, but he really can't get himself to look away from Wonjin. 

His hair is styled differently today than it usually is, and the makeup his makeup artist did is light and Jungmo thinks he has some sort of lip tint on. Whatever it is, he looks good, and Jungmo wants to tell him such, but everything is a mess between them.

They're fine obviously, they're always fine. It's not awkward and it's not a bad difference, but there's a clear line they've stepped over into but won't exactly cross. They're stuck in the middle ground between normal friends and the other thing they haven't talked about. The thing Jungmo has been hiding for almost two and a half years. The thing he's pretty sure Wonjin only started feeling around a year or so ago, not that he knew for sure, simply because Wonjin hasn't said anything.

Jungmo's fine really—except for the fact that he's far from okay. 

He shifts in his chair as both Taeyoung and Allen start complimenting Wonjin. It should be fine, it is fine, except Jungmo wants to do that too, but the words don't make it out of his throat as he feels a lump forming, his face getting hotter as Wonjin looks at him almost expectantly. 

"Is this a new Wonjin era?" Taeyoung asked. "The hairstyle suits you." 

"Yeah, it looks good. The eyeshadow too." Allen added, as he unfortunately looks at Jungmo who's still just staring. 

Jungmo should be used to being around attractive people, getting awestruck at Wonjin shouldn't still be happening, but it does, far too often for his liking. 

It should probably be worrisome how often it's happening, especially these days, but Jungmo can't help it, it's like he's somehow growing more and more feelings, or maybe he's just getting tired of hiding everything in that small box he forced all his Wonjin thoughts into. 

"Yeah," Jungmo finally spoke, forcing himself to clear his throat as he nodded. "It looks good." he muttered, glancing back at his phone pretending to read a message before pushing himself off the couch, away from Wonjin, away from the overbearing thought to spill everything out. 

He prides himself on how well he got out of the situation. 

Wonjin sits next to him to eat. 

It's a small couch, usually fit for three people but with the way Minhee is currently laying, there's hardly enough room for both Jungmo and Wonjin to sit, at least comfortably, but Wonjin sits anyway and starts eating as his other hand is holding his phone, lazily scrolling.

His thigh is pressed to Jungmo's. It weirdly has Jungmo's entire body lighting up in warmth, his eyes not budging from the way their legs were touching. 

He can feel his leg bouncing nervously as he tries to switch his attention back to his phone. 

It's weird. He hasn't felt nervous like this around Wonjin in forever. He had thought he was past that era of his crush. Though, he's pretty sure it's a different type of nervousness now. Before, he had been scared Wonjin would realize on a random day of the week that Jungmo had started liking him, now he's content with the thought that Wonjin without a doubt knows how he feels. He's not nervous about him finding out anymore. He's nervous because he can tell things are shifting, he just doesn't know when they'll really cross that line. 

He tries not to let the small "If that ever happens." thought spring to life. He shoves it to the far back of his mind. 

He doesn't even realize his leg is still bouncing, faster than before as Wonjin makes a sound and lays a hand on his thigh, patting with the palm of his hand.

Jungmo freezes, eyes falling to Wonjin's hand as he feels his heart rate stutter before it picks up entirely too quickly. He lets out a breath as he glances over, studying every inch of Wonjin's face. 

He wants to know if Wonjin feels as nervous as he does, but he can't spot it anywhere. Wonjin simply keeps chewing, his thumb swiping over his screen as his other hand stays on Jungmo's thigh for another second before he's moving it away to take another bite of his food. 

He looks entirely unbothered the whole moment. 

Jungmo is always making sure Wonjin eats, so he'd obviously never want to get in the way of that, but he feels a strong burning desire to have Wonjin's hand back on his thigh. 

He can feel his own hand flexing against his thigh. He has a brief thought that maybe if he moves his hand too much, if he flexes it open and closed a bit too excessively then maybe, just maybe, Wonjin will hold his hand too. 

It's a silly thought. A childish thought really. But Jungmo finds himself staring at Wonjin's hands anyway. 

His wish isn't granted though. Wonjin finishes his food and gets up to throw it away, and on the way back instead of sitting beside Jungmo again, he sits down on the other couch to borrow someone's charger. 

It's probably for the better. Jungmo should be focusing on work anyway, not on Wonjin touching him. 

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The next time Jungmo thinks about Wonjin holding his hand is when they're on a plane. 

They don't usually typically get seated together and even if they do, one or the both of them tends to fall asleep soon after takeoff, but for some reason they're sitting beside each other today. 

Jungmo doesn't think much about it. Not until he feels Wonjin flick his arm with his finger. 

Jungmo immediately looks over, assuming Wonjin had something to say, only Wonjin doesn't look up at him, his head is resting against the seat and he casually flicks the tip of his finger against Jungmo’s arm again. 

It sparks an immediate question that he doesn't want to voice. He's not sure he wants the answer said out loud either, but he wonders if these small touches are Wonjin simply just wanting to touch. 

He doesn't mind them of course. He likes them. Even the smallest things, like now, send a thrill throughout his body and have him freezing up, reminding himself to breathe normally. 

It's not that Wonjin's never touched him before this. Wonjin is a pretty affectionate guy, and even if he wasn't always so direct with it when it came to Jungmo, he still did it sometimes — But this feels almost different. It's not the same as it was before. It feels purposeful in a way. 

Jungmo watched Wonjin continue to flick at his arm with practically no real reason until a flight attendant starts to come around, he stops at the seats in front of them at Minhee and Serim for a split second before he continues, giving Jungmo a warm grin.

Jungmo tries not to feel disappointed as Wonjin pinches the skin of his wrist before pulling his entire hand away, shifting in his seat and rolling his head to face the other direction. 

He sighs miserably as he leans his own head back against the seat, his eyes falling shut. 

Maybe he wanted the cliche romance of holding hands on a flight. Or maybe he just really craved Wonjin's touch. Really though maybe they should just talk about this whole thing.

It's as he's falling asleep, his arm already resting on the arm rest between the two seats that he feels Wonjin's arm press against his. Jungmo makes sure to keep his eyes closed, scared that if he looked, if he paid it too much attention, Wonjin would stop what he was doing and pull away. 

Jungmo knows this one is on purpose. There's more than enough room for both of their arms to rest there without touching, but he's not complaining at all. 

Now would be perfect for Wonjin to grab his hand. Or for Jungmo to take the initiative, to slip their fingers together — Neither of them move to do anything, but Jungmo's okay with this too. 

—

It's getting worse for Jungmo. 

Which really only means Wonjin is getting worse.

Jungmo can't keep freezing up everytime Wonjin so much as leans into his side, but it's hard. He likes it so much that it's almost painful to control his excitement. He doesn't know how he's supposed to react. He doesn't know what this is. 

All he knows is Wonjin lays his head on his shoulder and Jungmo forgets about everything else for a single second. That one split second where his mind and body were mutually focused on Wonjin, on Wonjin leaning into him, on the head resting against his shoulder. 

Wonjin moves away after a second, because of course they're busy. They always are. But it doesn't matter, those few seconds flashed in Jungmo's mind on repeat for a bit too long. 

Jungmo thinks about Wonjin's body warmth pressing into him. He thinks about how easily Wonjin had rested against his shoulder. He thinks about how it would've been so much better had Wonjin also taken his hand.

As soon as they're done with their event, Jungmo groans as he flops down on the waiting room floor. It's cold, hard, and not at all comfortable. He feels too tired to even move to do anything but look around. He watches as Hyeongjun lays his head against Woobin's back, they both look as exhausted as Jungmo feels. 

His eyes then go to Wonjin naturally. He doesn't even mean to do it half the time, it just happens. Even when Wonjin is paying him no attention. He doesn't stare this time, or he doesn't think he is but Serim gives Wonjin a look and folds a hand over his mouth to the point where Jungmo can't even attempt to try to be nosy. He probably wouldn't have been able to read his lips from this far away anyway. The next thing he knows though, Wonjin is glancing back at him. 

Jungmo made sure not to flinch, he wasn't doing anything. He was looking at everyone this time, whatever Serim said had nothing to do with him. Only, Jungmo pats the floor next to him almost jokingly as Wonjin raises his eyebrow. He doesn't expect for Wonjin to actually come over, but he's quickly proven wrong as Serim walks away first, heading to Minhee and leaving Wonjin standing there. 

There's four members between him and Wonjin right now. But Wonjin simply stares at him for a few seconds before bringing his phone out of his pocket and walking over, plopping down right next to him on the floor. 

It shouldn't mean anything. Taeyoung is on the other side of Jungmo and has been since they all gathered to wait and take a short rest, but Jungmo takes notice of how Wonjin sits close. Everything from their arms to their knees are pressed against each other. Jungmo can't move at all without nudging Wonjin, and he doesn't mind, he never does.

Somehow they both end up watching Jungmo's phone even though Wonjin has his own held in his hand. He's still watching as Jungmo pauses mid loading of his game to reply to the messages coming in from the group chat he has with his parents. 

Wonjin hums, as if being reminded of something as he goes on his phone, typing entirely too quickly before snapping a picture of half his face and half of Jungmo. 

When Wonjin's phone dings a second later, Jungmo doesn't mean to read the notification, his eyes were just already on the screen and Wonjin swipes it way too fast anyway, but it was no use, Jungmo had already read part of it. 

Not the full message, Wonjin had been oddly quick, but his eyes had caught sight of the contact name, which was Wonjin's younger brother, and a sentence that had his breath hitching and a lump forming in his throat. 

"Are you dating yet?" 

Jungmo didn't know how to take that. It didn't seem like Wonjin did either with the way he continued to ignore his phone going off, his eyes still boring into Jungmo's now darkened phone screen. 

Jungmo had seen the message. Wonjin obviously knew he had seen it. 

Jungmo just didn't know what it meant. 

Did Wonjin talk about them to his brother?

Has Wonjin specifically started talking about the idea of them dating? 

Yet. 

Are you dating yet?  

The word is blaring in Jungmo's head. He wants to ask. Maybe it was a joke. Only, Jungmo would've believed that six months ago maybe, not today though. Not when everything Wonjin does feels different. Not when Wonjin looks up at him as if Jungmo caught him doing something. He looks like he's trying to figure Jungmo out, which is funny considering that's all Jungmo's been trying to do for weeks now. 

He doesn't know what they're doing anymore.

"I-, My brother–" Wonjin started, clearing his throat twice as he gestured vaguely. 

Jungmo waits, aware of the way Wonjin shifts, body angling more to the side as his knee presses into the crease of Jungmo’s knees from where his legs were propped up. 

As usual they're cut off, interrupted. Just like the last time Jungmo had been so close from just telling Wonjin how he felt. 

Last time, Wonjin had only stared at Jungmo as he had fallen back against the wall, groaning louder than ever at the interruption. This time though, Jungmo can see the way Wonjin's jaw clenches, the way his eyes shoot to the side at their manager, it's not a glare exactly, but Wonjin clearly looks displeased. 

Jungmo feels his heart rate pick up even as Wonjin stands up and brushes his legs off. He wishes they would've had five more seconds.

Sometimes he doesn't know if Wonjin will do something after being interrupted once. He doesn't even know what Wonjin was going to say this time, but he has an aching desire to know what it was. 

Like usual, Jungmo rooms with Taeyoung. It's easy for the two of them to be roommates, they’re a lot alike and they’ve been close these days plus Jungmo just likes the youngers company a lot. 

The only downside is — Jungmo can talk to Taeyoung. He's a good listener and more often than not offers good advice. 

It's exactly how it all begins. 

"What's up with you?" Taeyoung asked, lying on his stomach across his mattress, his arm holding his chin and head up, looking at Jungmo clearly curious. 

Jungmo opens his mouth to say nothing, to lie and say he's fine because his problems with understanding this weird thing with Wonjin shouldn't be put on anyone else, but Taeyoung cocks his eyebrow up, like he suspected Jungmo was about to deflect. 

"Come on." Taeyoung nods, sitting up. "My lips are sealed, so what's going on with you?" he asked. 

Jungmo sighs loudly. "I like Wonjin." 

Taeyoung snorted, eyebrow raised as if that was all Jungmo had to say. "Yeah I already knew that." he shrugged, before snorting again. "Really, who doesn't know that?" he replies sarcastically before rubbing a hand across his face at Jungmo's glare, his eyebrows furrowing downwards. "Sorry, This is serious. Got it. Is it a problem that you like Wonjin?" he asked. 

"No," Jungmo frowns. "I just don't know what we're doing."

"Okay." Taeyoung nods slowly. "Have you told Wonjin how you feel?" 

Jungmo is silent for a minute, long enough for Taeyoung to sigh. "No." he finally answers, a slight wince flashing across his face. "But he knows." 

"Okay," Taeyoung says again, though with a bit more exasperation than before. "You haven't told him you like him, but somehow you're confused on what you're doing?" he asked. 

"His brother asked if we were dating yet." Jungmo rambles, eyes wide as his fingers tapped anxiously on his own thigh. "He talks about us. To his brother." he added slowly. 

"Oh." Taeyoung wiggles his eyebrows. 

"We should probably.. talk. Right?" Jungmo asked, head tilting to the side. 

"If you ever want to move forward then yeah you two need to just talk whatever this is out." Taeyoung answered straightforwardly, shrugging afterwards. He paused for a second, his eyes softening as he tilted his head. "Are you worried Wonjin doesn't feel the same?" he asked, voice quiet. 

Jungmo could feel himself already shaking his head no. Truthfully, he had at one point. He had been sure that while his silly little friendly crush on his attractive member had grown into real feelings, Wonjin had simply only seen Jungmo as some attractive guy he happens to be close with. They both can be flirty at times, so Jungmo had never been able to use that as a way to find out. And he liked Wonjin, so even if he had let himself consider the possibility for a mere second, immediately afterwards he would scold himself, calling it irrational thinking, that Wonjin didn't feel that way. 

He didn't think like that anymore. 

Wonjin was both easy and hard to read. 

Regardless though, Jungmo had picked up on the mutual vibe a long time ago. He doesn't even know exactly when, but he's pretty confident Wonjin likes him. It's the only realistic explanation he can come up with to explain everything that’s been happening these past few months. 

"Okay. Good. So tell him." Taeyoung said encouragingly. "Tell him to come here." 

"You're here." Jungmo said dryly. He didn't mean it in a rude way, but he highly doubted Wonjin would open up and answer if he truly liked Jungmo with Taeyoung as an audience. 

Taeyoung rolled his eyes, already pushing himself off the bed as he gathered his phone and swiped one of the keys off the table. He grinned entirely too wide at Jungmo. "If you don't make Wonjin a happily taken man by tomorrow I'm stepping in." he joked.

The sound of the door shutting has Jungmo's heart jumping to his throat. 

He's alone. The realization is thrilling. He has to take a deep breath as his hands almost automatically begin reaching for his phone faster than his brain can catch up. 

Somehow he gets to Wonjin's contact and presses the call button in under two seconds, his hand shaky as he moves the phone to his ear. 

Wonjin could be sleeping. He could be showering or having dinner with one of the members. He could be doing literally anything that prevents him from answering Jungmo's call and Jungmo will just have to sit here, alone in his room, with the burning thought to confess. 

Wonjin answers in less than three rings. "An audio call?" he immediately asks, confused. 

Jungmo hadn't even paid attention to what he pressed but he's briefly glad it wasn't video. Wonjin would easily see his panicked face if it was. "Yeah, it'll just take a minute. Um, are you.. Are you busy?" he asked. 

"Not yet?" Wonjin replied, slowly. "I just showered. I'm waiting for Hyeongjun to finish so we can join Serim and Woobin." 

"Oh." Jungmo replied automatically, feeling his heart drop again. He felt oddly like a balloon deflating. 

It was quiet for a second before Wonjin cleared his throat. "Why?" he asked. 

Too many replies flash through Jungmo’s head. He could say nothing and shrug it off. He could say he was just bored. He could say it's stupid and that Taeyoung had gotten into his head. He could tell Wonjin everything right now — Okay, he won't do that one, not over the phone. But it does have his brain coming to a halt as the words leave his mouth before he can think against it. "Can you come to my room first?" 

"I mean.. I probably have a few minutes?" Wonjin said slowly, his voice trailing off. "Why though?” he asked, confused. 

Jungmo paused, biting at his bottom lip for a second. "Can you just stop by?" he asked, before frowning at his words. He needed to be clearer. "By yourself." 

If Jungmo wasn't so scared, wasn't so laser focused entirely on this call he would've missed it: the small sharp intake of breath that barely passed through the phone. "For what?" Wonjin asked, voice coming out almost too quiet. 

"Just.." Jungmo stopped himself, his leg was bouncing again, his nerves all over the place as he let out a low exhale. "Can you?" he asked again. 

"Why Jungmo?" Wonjin asked again, his voice was still too low. Jungmo didn't know if it was just Wonjin trying to figure out what's going on or if he didn't want Hyeongjun to overhear. 

"Wonjin." Jungmo groaned. He meant for it to come out in a more pointed way, a retaliation to Wonjin being stubborn in answering if he would come or not, but it sounded pathetic even to his own ears. 

Silence echoed through the phone. "Okay." Wonjin finally answered roughly before clearing his throat. "Just.. Tell me if this is a good thing?" he asked, voice almost as shaky as it was low. 

Jungmo felt himself inhale sharply this time before clearing his throat. It was clear Wonjin knew what he was trying to do. "If you want it to be." he answers honestly. 

"Okay." Wonjin says again. "Give me five minutes." 

"Oh." Jungmo blinked as he glanced around the room, almost panicked. Right. This was happening. He was going to tell Wonjin how he felt. 

"Or.. no?" Wonjin said, confused. "Are you um.. I mean, is it no longer a good thing?" he asked. 

Jungmo took that as 'Are you backing out right now?' — Which he refused to do. Not now. Not when this was the closest they've gotten to anything really happening. "No. I'll see you in a few minutes." he answered. 

"Okay." 

It actually takes seven minutes — Though, not that Jungmo timed him. He had just happened to glance at the clock as soon as their call ended and had coincidentally seen the time when Wonjin knocked. That was all. 

Jungmo quickly realizes he doesn't know how to do this as he lets Wonjin into the room. They stand there for far too long of an awkward moment, just staring at each other before Wonjin clears his throat and steps around him, entering the room.

Jungmo notices that he glances around before looking back at Jungmo, stepping backwards to the bed as he sits down. Jungmo should probably also do that. He should stop being so awkward and just get this over with. 

"What are you joining Serim and Woobin to do?" It's not the words he wants to say, and he can tell by the slight narrowing of Wonjin's eyes it's not what he expected either. 

Jungmo is freaking out. He can't just get straight into it, he needs to collect his thoughts. 

"Dinner." Wonjin says slowly. "Where's Taeyoung?" he asked. 

Jungmo doesn't know so he tells the other just as much, shrugging. 

"He just left?" Wonjin frowned, confused. 

"Kinda?" Jungmo answered, wincing at his own replies. "He had a reason." 

"What reason?" Wonjin asks. 

"Well. I had a reason." Jungmo corrects quietly.  

Wonjin eyes him for a second. "What reason did you have?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

Jungmo licks his lips as he stares back so open and transparent he knows that if Wonjin hadn't figured out his feelings a long time ago, he would've just by the way Jungmo was looking and acting tonight alone. 

It's just as Jungmo actually goes to say it, to tell Wonjin how he feels when Wonjin breaks and lets out a exhale. 

"I wanted you to kiss me." 

Jungmo freezes. His eyes immediately dropped to Wonjin's lips involuntarily. Now? He questions confused. So abruptly? 

"Not.. Not right now," Wonjin says, finally shifting on the bed, his lips pursing a bit in embarrassment. "Back then." he explains, his palm rubbing against his thigh.

"Back then." Jungmo echoes. 

Wonjin shakes his head. "Not in the way I don't want it now." he clarified, eyes never breaking contact with Jungmo's. Jungmo wonders if it's obvious he feels like his breath is catching in his throat. How can he act normal, as if everything is completely fine, as if Wonjin didn’t just practically say he still wants Jungmo to kiss him?

Wonjin continues without so much as a blink. "As in that day. I thought about it, very briefly but it was there. I don't know, for a second I didn't care about anything but how close I could feel you and how we could've, and I know it wouldn't have been an actual kiss you know but I.. I didn't care. I wanted it." he mumbled out. 

"You wanted me to kiss you." Jungmo repeats, aware that he's already smiling too big. 

"Yes." Wonjin muttered. "It was a brief thought." 

"In front of everyone." Jungmo points out.

Wonjin frowns. "I wasn't thinking about that part. Obviously we weren't going to. I just.. I don't know." he grumbled, shaking his head. 

Jungmo nods slowly. "You were just thinking of me kissing you." he repeats, voice lowering as he licks his lips. 

"Did you not think of it?" Wonjin shot back, eyes switching from his guarded expression to a glare. "You were the one touching me like you were actually going to." 

Jungmo swallows, forcing himself to keep eye contact. He sighed exasperated. "Of course I thought about it." he answered, eyes flickering all across Wonjin's face. "I wouldn't have let us do that then though." 

"Then." Wonjin echoes. 

Jungmo nods. "Yes. Kiss then." he explains slowly. 

"Why's that?" Wonjin asks, voice lowering again, somehow he's close enough for his knee to knock into Jungmo's. It causes Jungmo to pause again, eyes flickering from their knees back to Wonjin's face. 

"I don't want an accidental kiss or a fake kiss with you." Jungmo admits, voice shaky and quiet. 

Wonjin’s eyebrows twitch immediately. "You pretend to kiss me all the time. You pretend to kiss everyone." he retaliates, voice coming out weak, he pauses long enough to lick his lips before continuing."What do you want, Jungmo?" he asked. 

"That's different." Jungmo argued. He tried to keep his eyes firmly set on Wonjin as he ignored everything twisting in his stomach. "You wouldn't let that happen." 

"What if I did?" Wonjin argues back. 

Jungmo swallows roughly at that. His heart rate spiked up higher as he licked at his lips. 

"Jungmo," Wonjin started, voice stable as he knocked his foot into Jungmo's leg. "Why did you ask me to come to your room?" he asked, eyes clear with a questioning want. 

Jungmo opens his mouth before immediately clamping it shut. He wants to do this perfectly, but he still doesn't know the best words to use, not when loving Wonjin is both the easiest and hardest thing he's ever done. 

"Jungmo." Wonjin repeats, ending it with a long sigh. 

Jungmo once again fears that they'll stop where they're at, the words never being said aloud as they continue to move around each other — It's clear Wonjin doesn't want that anymore. Jungmo hasn't either for a long, long time. 

"God, Wonjin. I want everything," Jungmo starts, swallowing once for encouragement as Wonjin sat quietly, knee pressing into Jungmo's. "I want you to hold my hand whenever you want to. I want us to touch each other without questioning it. I want everything we've had but more without this stupid awkward barrier. Without either of us pulling back or coming up with some excuse for what we say or do. I want to be open about how I like you. I want to be your boyfriend.” he finishes, eyes darting all around Wonjin’s face as he watches the younger take in his words. 

Jungmo can see the way Wonjin inhales, the way he blinks once before blinking again, slower as he opens his mouth, exhaling slowly. He can be patient, he can wait for Wonjin to process his words and form a response of his own. He won’t rush Wonjin into anything but the silence kills him. The way Wonjin just sits there, mouth half parting before it’s closed again, it leaves Jungmo in anticipation, a worried feeling that almost overtakes everything, but he can see the awestruck look on Wonjin’s face. He can see the fondness that’s usually hidden or only shown in quick little moments where he thinks no one will read into it. 

It’s Wonjin who reaches out, fingers sliding over the hand Jungmo has resting on the bed. He doesn’t link their hands together, he just simply rests his fingers over Jungmo’s, but it has Jungmo’s heart beating faster anyway, his eyes darting back and forth from the bed back to Wonjin. 

“I want all of that too.” Wonjin finally speaks, voice coming out a bit rough before he clears his throat. “I want you to be my boyfriend too.” he added, the faintest smile spreading across his face. 

Jungmo smiles instantly, his eyes lighting up as Wonjin smiles bigger, biting at his lip before looking off to the side, clearly flustered. He recovers fast though, another clearing of his throat as he turns to look at Jungmo again. 

“You know Hyeongjun and Serim thought we would never figure this out.” Wonjin said.

Jungmo briefly remembers hearing something similar in the past. He nods, tilting his head to the side. “Did you?” 

Wonjin shrugs, eyes falling to the way their hands were still resting atop of each other. It takes him a few seconds to actually respond. “Maybe eventually.” he mumbled, clearly unsure. 

“Maybe?” Jungmo questioned with a frown. 

Wonjin sighed, switching his gaze back to Jungmo as he mirrored the frown. “I don’t know. I mean there’s been something here for a while right? But we went so long without doing anything about it that I just thought that was it and that was fine. That was all I wanted, we were good like that.” he said, eyebrows furrowing down. 

“But you do want more right?” Jungmo asked unsure, a panicking feeling setting in as he started pulling his hand out from under Wonjin’s. 

He didn’t get far, not with the way Wonjin immediately glared, fingers wrapping around Jungmo’s index and middle fingers with a tight grip. “I like you, of course I want more. I just didn’t think I could have more.” he huffed. 

Jungmo smiled as soon as Wonjin said those three simple words. Wonjin caught on to his reaction quickly, rolling his eyes with a soft smile spreading across his face. 

It wasn’t that it was new information to either of them, there’s been a clear unspoken energy surrounding them for a long time now but it’s different actually saying it, different acknowledging it. 

Jungmo felt almost relieved. He felt happy yet also like an idiot for ever questioning this and worrying that Wonjin would never feel the same. 

“You can, by the way.” Jungmo replied, tilting his head to the side playfully. “Have more, that is. Be my boyfriend?” 

“I don't know. Sounds pretty hard to do.” Wonjin sighed, returning the playful energy immediately, eyes darting to the way Jungmo intertwined their hands. “But I guess I'll give it a try.” 

Jungmo scoffed but before he could say anything Wonjin was sighing, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Jungmo had just barely managed to get a glimpse of Hyeongjun's contact before Wonjin was answering the FaceTime call. 

“Yes?” 

“Where are you?” Hyeongjun huffed “We've been waiting on you for nearly ten minutes.” 

“Jungmo asked me to come by.” Wonjin shrugged. “But I'm coming. Give me two minutes, promise.” he murmured before ending the call, immediately shifting back to Jungmo. “Have you eaten?” 

Jungmo shook his head. “No, but I have plans with Taeyoung and Allen.” 

“Oh." 

Jungmo grinned, reaching out to pinch Wonjin's cheek. “Go. Text me later.” 

“Right. Yeah I'll do that.” Wonjin said, exhaling strongly as he stood up. 

Jungmo watched confused as Wonjin stood there, hands clasped in front of him as he glanced from Jungmo to the door, legs shifting but not quite taking a step forward. 

“We're dating now right?” Wonjin asked. 

Jungmo nodded slowly. “I think so. You want to be right?” he frowned. He didn't understand why Wonjin suddenly looked nervous. 

Wonjin nodded, licking his lips once before he cleared his throat. “Yeah.” he muttered, looking at Jungmo in a way that had Jungmo's mouth twitching into a shy smile. 

“We're dating then.” Jungmo whispered, voice barely audible. 

“Good.” Wonjin replied in nearly the same tone. He stood there for a second longer, eyes boring into Jungmo's before he nodded once, finally going to move past Jungmo only to hesitate once more, leaning down enough to brush his lips against Jungmo’s cheekbone. “We're dating.” he repeated, clearly biting back a smile before he backed away. 

Jungmo blinked surprised before he broke out into a small grin, eyes following the way Wonjin shook his head and headed for the door. 

Wonjin was his boyfriend now. 

_______________

Jungmo watches as everyone naturally begins filing out of the dressing room making their way towards the cars to head back to their hotel. He doesn’t immediately follow, not after his eyes fall on Wonjin, still sitting in one of the makeup chairs occupied with taking pictures. 

“Do me a favor?” Serim asked on his way out, nudging Jungmo’s arm before gesturing his hand back in Wonjin’s direction. “We’re supposed to leave in ten minutes.” 

Jungmo nods as Serim brushes past him, leaving him with the responsibility to get both himself and Wonjin to the car in less than ten minutes. He sighs as he heads over to Wonjin, half expecting him to be done already. 

“Just give me a minute.” Wonjin says before Jungmo can even say anything. 

Jungmo holds his hands up in surrender as he glances around the room. He finds it almost interesting as somehow it was the members leaving last this time, the room would be flat out empty if it weren’t for the two of them. 

It’s when he glances back at Wonjin, half realizing that he hasn’t heard the sounds of a camera snapping in minutes, that he realizes Wonjin is just staring at him. 

“What?” Jungmo frowned, subconsciously feeling up his chest and face. He hadn’t eaten anything yet, there was no way he had food stuck on his face somewhere. Maybe he was sweatier than he thought. 

Wonjin doesn’t say anything, instead he just extends his arm, reaching out for Jungmo and pulling him closer until the lower part of his body is bumping into the back of Wonjin’s chair. 

Jungmo assumes Wonjin is asking for a picture of them together, which is fine, he looks decent enough after dancing for hours on end, so he hums once before crouching slightly. 

Only, Wonjin doesn’t hold up his phone again. Instead he shifts in his seat, turning his body towards Jungmo as his eyes noticeably dart to Jungmo’s lips, the hand he had grabbed Jungmo with isn’t holding his wrist anymore, but is instead resting on his shoulder. 

Jungmo inhales sharply, his own eyes going from Wonjin’s eyes to the younger’s lips. 

It’s Wonjin who pushes forward, brushing his lips against Jungmo, a sudden stillness comes from them both as they pause, lips pressing against each other before Wonjin shifts again, head tilting as he digs his thumb into Jungmo’s collarbone. It knocks Jungmo into his senses as he closes his eyes and loses himself in the feel of Wonjin’s lips. 

Jungmo pulls away once, just to catch his breath, before he moves back in, not missing a beat as he falls back into the flow of their lips moving together. He hums as he feels Wonjin start to smile, it’s more heart fluttering than it needs to be, and even though it messes up their rhythm, it makes him feel lightheaded, a warm feeling exploding in his chest. 

They break apart with a small gasp, shaky breaths hitting the other’s face. It surprises Jungmo just slightly when Wonjin doesn’t immediately pull away, his forehead stays pressed against Jungmo’s and his hand is still on his shoulder. It makes him feel good, the way Wonjin seems to be savoring the contact. 

It’s not even a second later that Jungmo’s phone dings. He doesn’t need to check to guess who it is, not when Wonjin’s is dinging twice the following second. Jungmo sighs as he backs away, not enough to make Wonjin’s hand fall, but enough so they can look at each other. 

Looking at Wonjin makes him feel nervous, which is a little funny considering they’re already dating, but they just kissed and the thought itself has Jungmo feeling like giggling. He smiles, nervousness evident before he clears his throat. “Serim told me to hurry up and get us both to the car, he’s probably texting us,” he says, frowning slightly. 

It’s not what he expected to say after their first kiss together.

Wonjin scoffs, and Jungmo can’t help but lean down again, capturing the younger’s lips against his for another moment, pulling away with a light peck. It leaves Wonjin humming, not bothering to bite down his smile, which only causes Jungmo to grin fondly. 

“Your ears are so red right now,” Wonjin whispered as he backed away, hand falling from Jungmo’s shoulder as he turned, that soft yet teasing smile still showing. 

Jungmo glared. “Why do I like you again?” he joked. 

Wonjin hummed, shifting to turn back in his chair, pausing long enough to send Jungmo a clearly suggestive look. “I can kiss you again and show you why.” 

“Wonjin.” 

“Later then. Let’s take a picture so we can leave.” 

Jungmo rolled his eyes despite clearly smiling. He moved to get ready for the picture, only stopping to glance at Wonjin again, a softer smile falling to his face.

He looked happy and it made everything in Jungmo tighten in a good way. 

 __________

As soon as their live ends, Jungmo feels Wonjin’s arms wrapping around him. It sends a quick thrill of giddiness through his body as he shoots a quick glance in the direction of their manager, letting out a soft breath of something like relief as the man doesn’t even look up at them, too busy scrolling through his own phone. 

Jungmo leans back into Wonjin’s arms, turning his head just slightly enough for his nose to brush the side of Wonjin’s cheek, he stops there, knowing they’re not alone but he lets out a soft hum as Wonjin turns, nose bumping against his own. Every small part of the moment has Jungmo’s stomach in knots. A warm thrill filling his stomach. 

“Come on.” Wonjin finally says, already pulling away from Jungmo to stand up, only pausing long enough to tell their manager they were leaving before he glances once more at Jungmo and starts heading towards the door. 

Jungmo follows, not quite sure where they’re going, but as usual he doesn’t mind, not when Wonjin pauses long enough for Jungmo to fall into step beside him, their arms brushing as they keep walking down the hallway. 

The room they go to is Wonjin’s, which is fine by Jungmo, only as soon as they make it inside the room, Wonjin abruptly stops just as he passes the bathroom causing Jungmo to ram into him, a huff sounding from them both. 

Jungmo is left confused as Wonjin takes one more look at Serim laying across his bed as Hyeongjun films Taeyoung before he’s turning, cool hand wrapping around Jungmo’s elbow and pulling him back towards the door and into the hallway. 

“What–”

“You have your room key right?” Wonjin interrupts, glancing over at him, eyes shifting for a second before he shrugged. “I mean, your room is empty so..” he trailed off, eyes not quite reaching Jungmo’s again. 

“Oh.” Jungmo breathes out before clearing his throat. “I mean yes, I have it.” he quickly answered as Wonjin nodded, already leading him to his own room. 

It’s silent for a minute before Wonjin shoots another glance in his direction, shaking his head slightly. “That’s not what I meant by the way.” he muttered. 

“Oh.” Jungmo doesn’t mean to sound disappointed. He’s not quite sure whether the clarification is relieving or not though – It does feel disappointing. 

Wonjin doesn’t say anything, but he does shoot Jungmo a questioning look. Jungmo looks back, eyes blinking as Wonjin cocked his head to the side before looking away entirely. 

His room is only a couple more feet away, and he’s not quite sure Wonjin is wanting to do anything besides have a quiet moment alone, but his brain automatically points out Wonjin’s lingering touches all throughout the day. The way he had kept leaning into Jungmo’s side during their live, the way he kept looking at him.

Thinking of everything at once sends a flutter straight to Jungmo’s stomach. 

Somehow Jungmo manages to get the key out from his pocket and open the door without stumbling over himself, still too caught up in his thoughts and the slight nervousness of all the what ifs turning over in his mind. 

If Wonjin notices, he doesn’t say anything, he just walks in ahead of Jungmo and sits on the bed farthest from the door, immediately leaning back on his hands as he lets out a tired groan. 

Jungmo is quick to follow his movements, running a hand through his hair before he flops backwards on his bed, a huff of breath exhaling out as he closes his eyes. He feels the exact moment that Wonjin slips his shoes off and scoots to lay down, shoulder pressing into Jungmo’s. 

Jungmo’s eyes are still closed when Wonjin slips his hand under his and links their fingers together. It immediately brings a smile to Jungmo’s face, a warm feeling shooting through him just as it does everytime Wonjin initiates anything recently. 

Just a month ago, all Jungmo ached for was for Wonjin to look at him for longer than five seconds and hold his hand, to touch him somehow, and here he was, getting that and so much more. 

“Hey,” Wonjin spoke up, breaking the silence as he shifted to prop himself up, hovering just slightly over the side of Jungmo’s body. “Sit up.” he hummed, poking at Jungmo’s chest. 

“Why?” Jungmo asked as he leaned the upper part of his body up anyway.  

“Because I want to kiss you.” Wonjin murmured. The straightforwardness earns a low hum from Jungmo before Wonjin leans forward, hand already sneaking to the back of Jungmo’s neck as he brushes their lips together, pulling away once, only to immediately dive back in with his lips parted slightly more. 

Jungmo swallows a sigh as he feels Wonjin shift his body closer, his tongue running along Jungmo’s bottom lip before Jungmo parts his own lips more, humming as Wonjin slipped his tongue into his mouth. 

Jungmo doesn’t know who exactly moves first, but they go from laying on the edge of the bed kissing lazily to Wonjin still hovering over him, kissing into every inch of his mouth, as they lay against the hotel pillows. 

They kiss until Jungmo has to pull away, sucking in a breath of air as his eyes stay locked on Wonjin’s slightly wet, way plumper than usual lips. The sight itself has Jungmo wanting to lean back in, to kiss Wonjin until they both can’t breathe and their lips hurt. 

“I lied.” Wonjin muttered, breath hitting Jungmo’s face as he leaned in, kissing Jungmo messily before pulling back, eyes clouded over in desire. “Earlier. About this not being why we should go to your room.” 

Jungmo swallows. “Just this?” he risks. 

Wonjin inhales before shrugging, eyes slowly raking up and down Jungmo’s body with a clear look of interest. Jungmo tries not to squirm in anticipation. 

The silence only makes Jungmo feel more breathless, especially with the look on Wonjin’s face. 

“Taeyoung has condoms in his suitcase.” Jungmo blurts out. 

He immediately flushes in embarrassment, his face instantly burns. He probably sounds too eager, too desperate. This is all so new for them and Wonjin still has him feeling nervous. 

Wonjin doesn’t laugh though, instead he raises his eyebrow. “Why does Taeyoung bring condoms when he rooms with you and how do you know that?” 

Jungmo opens his mouth, he can feel the bad joke that forms on the tip of his tongue but before he can even respond Wonjin is narrowing his eyes, as if he anticipated Jungmo to say something stupid, he cups Jungmo’s face as his other hand falls to poke at Jungmo’s waist, leaning forward to kiss him for a long second before he’s pulling away, not quite leaving Jungmo’s space afterwards as his breath fans against Jungmo’s chin. “You’re close but not that close.” 

“I saw them once.” Jungmo answered, chest rising up and down fast as he tried to keep his breath steady. “I don’t think he’ll notice.” 

Wonjin does laugh this time, nose scrunching up as he looks away before quickly looking back. “You want to steal one of his condoms?” he asked, entirely too amused. 

Jungmo groans embarrassed. For a brief second he feels like an idiot, that maybe Wonjin is messing with him because he’s an evil jerk that likes turning people on and teases them about it but then Wonjin’s smile turns downwards from one of teasing into one of slight bashfulness as he clears his throat. 

“We’re not stealing one of our members' weird stash of condoms.” Wonjin finally says. 

Jungmo nods. That’s probably better anyways, he doesn’t know for sure that Taeyoung wouldn’t notice, plus he doesn’t know if that’s okay and it does feel a little odd. Still though, he feels that same low rumble of disappointment. 

It doesn’t last long. Not when Wonjin licks his lips and gives Jungmo a hard look. “You can’t tease,” he says, almost glaring. 

“About what?” Jungmo asks confused, watching as Wonjin squeezes his eyes shut, clearly flustered as he slips a square package out of his pocket, before sighing even louder and holding up a tiny travel sized bottle. “Oh.” Jungmo breathes out, head tilting to the side in question. “You always have those on you?” he asked, hoping the sour feeling that he feels in the pit of his stomach isn’t evident in his voice. 

“No?” Wonjin frowns, eyebrows furrowed. “I went out with Serim today, remember? We went shopping.” 

“For condoms and lube?” 

Wonjin rolls his eyes, clutching his hand closed. “No. But I saw them.” he huffed. 

It takes Jungmo a second to piece it all together. Wonjin’s touchiness throughout the day, taking the opportunity to go back to one of their vacant rooms all while having something in his pocket for a specific kind of activity. It all suddenly clicks together.  

“So you’ve been wanting to..” Jungmo trails off, gesturing between them vaguely, licking his lips nervously. “You’ve been thinking that we should..” 

“I think it’s been kinda obvious.” Wonjin huffs, before his confidence falters, his eyes shifting as he tries to read Jungmo’s face. 

Jungmo doesn’t say anything before he hums interested, hand reaching up to pull Wonjin’s face back down to his, their lips meet halfway as Wonjin’s hand goes back to the dip of his waist, thumb gently moving in circles as he works the hem of his black shirt up. 

It’s as the kiss shifts, Jungmo’s arms locking around Wonjin’s neck as Wonjin slides his hand across his bare stomach that Wonjin breaks away with a muffled gasp. “Wait.” he pauses, swallowing once to catch his breath. “I don’t want Taeyoung to walk in.” he mumbled, voice slightly regretful. 

Jungmo quickly goes to grab his phone, only faltering as Wonjin makes a half embarrassed cough and grabs his wrist. Jungmo frowns confused. 

“You’re going to tell him?” 

“You just bought things while with Serim!” 

Wonjin huffs stubbornly. “Yeah but he’s not going to go around telling everyone what I bought. Taeyoung’s going to blab the second he gets your message.” 

Jungmo shook his head. “I’ll just tell him we want to hangout alone.” he promised, sighing at the unsure look on Wonjin’s face. “If you don’t want to then we don’t have to do anything tonight.” 

Wonjin immediately scrunched his nose up. “I do want to.” he grumbled, shyly.

Jungmo smiled, leaning up to peck Wonjin’s lips once. “Then I'm texting him.” he said, pausing long enough to give Wonjin time to say he didn’t want their business out there. 

Wonjin doesn’t say that though, instead he huffs after a long stretch of silence. “You’re taking too long.” he complained, swatting at Jungmo’s chest.  

Jungmo rolled his eyes despite the obvious smile peeking out onto his face. It takes him three tries to get a message out that doesn’t have one too many typos. He doesn’t even wait for Taeyoung to reply before he tosses his phone to the table between their beds, his eyes nervously finding Wonjin again. 

He doesn’t dwell on the nervousness long, not when Wonjin shifts between his legs and brings him back into a kiss that quickly escalates, both exactly on board with how this was going. He lets out a full body shudder as Wonjin’s lips begin trailing along the side of his neck, his hand toying with the waistband of Jungmo's jeans. 

Jungmo doesn’t care about anything outside of Wonjin as they get lost in the feel of each other. Wonjin’s warm lingering touches along his body have him itching for more. It always does. And this time Wonjin delivers, his hands never disappearing for long. 

Wonjin touches and kisses him like he never wants to stop and that in itself is everything Jungmo has been wanting. 

Afterwards, Jungmo thinks his favorite part of the whole moment, apart from literally every second of it, is the way Wonjin once again interlocks their hands and brings them to his chest before shifting, scooting until his back is flushed against Jungmo’s bare chest. 

It’s the way that Wonjin lazily toys with his fingers before turning back over, eyes searching Jungmo’s for a quick minute before he leans up, lips pressing against Jungmo’s. It starts soft, quick brushes before Jungmo leans downwards, pressing more into Wonjin. It’s not heated or suggestive like earlier, but it’s passionate, lingering kisses. 

Jungmo can feel his heart ramming against his ribcage as he savors everything about Wonjin, about this change, and for a brief moment all he can think is ‘I love you.’ 

It has him tensing for a second, the blaring reminder that he not only has feelings for Wonjin, doesn’t only have this small crush, but is whole heartedly, entirely in love with him. 

“What?” Wonjin pulls back, eyes searching Jungmo’s face as his grip tightens in Jungmo’s. 

He looks worried, and that only causes Jungmo to sigh loudly. He just had sex and all he can think about is telling Wonjin he loves him, that he’s in love, that none of this is surprising. It's cliche but Wonjin is so Wonjin, it’s impossible not to love him in some way. 

“Nothing,” Jungmo says, his free hand coming up to cup Wonjin’s cheek. He smiles, trying for reassurance. “I’m happy.” he mumbled. 

Wonjin scrunched his nose up, swatting Jungmo’s hand away as he grumbled something almost incoherent under his breath. 

“What?” Jungmo teased, reaching to poke at Wonjin’s cheek instead. 

Wonjin sighed, eyes narrowing clearly playful. “I said I’m happy too.” he huffed. 

“Yeah, you really sound like it.” Jungmo sighed dramatically, forcing out a small pout. 

“Shut up.” Wonjin groaned, shifting for a second as his eyes flickered from Jungmo’s face to their still intertwined hands back up to Jungmo’s face. “You know I am right?” he asked, voice dropping almost to a whisper. 

Jungmo nodded, using his other hand to flick Wonjin’s chin affectionately.

Wonjin nods back slowly. “Good. Remember it.” he murmured, lips brushing Jungmo's again before he hummed, his free hand reaching up to pat Jungmo’s cheek. “I should probably go right?” 

“You could stay.” Jungmo mumbled, knocking their intertwined hands against Wonjin's chest. He feels embarrassed for suggesting it, even if he would regardless of whether or not they had done anything tonight. 

“I shouldn't.” Wonjin countered, eyes shifting to look around the room as he hummed, clearly considering the idea before he flicked one of his fingers against the small area of Jungmo's chest that wasn't covered up by the hotel blanket. “We should at least get dressed.” 

Jungmo groaned, making a show of raking his eyes up and down Wonjin's laying body in his bed, even though he couldn't see past the blankets the point was obvious. “Do we really have to?” he hummed playfully. 

“Yes,” Wonjin scoffed, finally unlinking their hands as he moved to sit up. “I need to shower and your roommate won't stay gone forever.” 

Jungmo frowned at the loss of contact, eyes trailing over Wonjin's back. He winced as Wonjin turned almost instantly, reaching over to flick two fingers across his forehead, giving him a pointed look. 

“I'll be back.” Wonjin said instead of commenting on Jungmo checking him out. 

Kim Taeyoung: 

hello??? 

you were supposed to tell me when it was cool to come back why are you not answering it's been hours and everyone else is sleeping!!! 🙂

When Wonjin comes back, he brings Taeyoung with him. For a split second, Jungmo expects the younger to be mad or displeased with them, only Taeyoung grins at Jungmo behind Wonjin. 

As soon as Wonjin climbs into his bed, he's sliding into Jungmo's space, a light, warm, almost relieving feeling spreads throughout Jungmo’s body. He lays there, turning his phone diagonally as he waits for his game to load, his arm against Jungmo’s is a warm silent sense of comfort. 

“I'm not sleeping here.” Wonjin says out loud to the two. 

“Okay,” Jungmo replies, turning back to his phone as he finishes up his replies in the bubble messaging app before blinking long and slow, phone falling to the mattress beside him. 

He should probably wait up for Wonjin to leave, but he's tired and everything about tonight feels so comfortable that he blinks once more and it's too hard to open his eyes again. He mumbles out a small “Not sleeping.” against Wonjin's shoulder before he feels his body sag deeper into the mattress.

“You're definitely sleeping here.” Taeyoung says not even ten minutes later. 

Wonjin looks up from his phone, eyes squinting at Taeyoung confused before he registered the strong warmness over taking the left side of his body. He sighed, a little too fondly, as he looked from Jungmo's face nearly an inch from his shoulder to the arm halfway thrown over his stomach. Like Jungmo wanted to be close, wanted to touch, but didn't want to be overbearing. 

Wonjin doesn't know if Jungmo ever second guessed his frequent touches like Wonjin usually did with his occasional ones, but he does make sure to subtly shift closer anyway, biting down a smile as Jungmo's whole arm wraps around him.

Jungmo likes touching him, he knows that, but he's coming to realize Jungmo likes being touched just as much too, and maybe Wonjin happens to like letting him in in a way he hasn't before. 

Wonjin ends up falling asleep, phone fallen to his chest as his hand lays over Jungmo's arm on his stomach. 

___________

Jungmo is staring. Again. 

At first, it's simply because he's bored waiting for their break to be over. He thought about napping, but Minhee and Seongmin had already taken the more comfortable spots and really their break wasn't long enough so he opted out of that. Next, he had tried looking around for someone to bother, something to do, and when he found nothing, he turned to his phone. 

It's not his fault that the means of busying himself doesn't last long. 

Wonjin is just too eye-catching. He draws your attention even during the moments that he's not actively seeking attention, which he's not currently doing, not Jungmo’s at least. 

He's half a room away, talking with Serim, Allen and Hyeongjun. Jungmo's not sure what they're doing, and he does start to look away, only Wonjin laughs and Jungmo finds a warm flutter flowing through his body. 

Jungmo isn't sure whether it's the sound itself, or the pure happy look on Wonjin's face that has him smiling even though he isn't involved in whatever is causing Wonjin to laugh so loudly.

He likes it more when he's the cause of laughter, for anyone really, but especially Wonjin these days. But even now, away from the scene and just watching, the sight itself brings a low warmness to his stomach. 

He doesn't know how long he stares, probably a few seconds too long with the way Wonjin finally turns and looks back at him, eyebrow raising in question. 

Jungmo shrugs before turning his attention back to his phone, he just barely manages to catch a glimpse of Wonjin snatching his own phone off the floor before he begins walking over. It takes everything in him to bite back a grin. 

“What are you doing?” Wonjin asked, finally stopping in front of Jungmo, eyebrow still raised. 

“Missing you.” Jungmo replies, wiggling his eyebrows as Wonjin rolls his eyes but reaches out and runs a hand along his shoulder blade. 

Jungmo smiles instantly as Wonjin steps an inch closer, his knee nudging Jungmo's legs apart as he just stands there with his thumb still tracing Jungmo's collarbone. He's pretty sure Wonjin doesn't miss the involuntary full body shiver he lets out, especially not with the sudden smirk that flashes across his face. 

It only causes Wonjin to step closer, Jungmo immediately thinks they're entering dangerous territory, but he makes no movement to push Wonjin away. 

“Can you even miss me when I'm in the same room?” Wonjin laughs lightly. 

Jungmo doesn't tell him that he has before. Only it was during those very few days they weren't really on speaking terms so that was reasonable, still he keeps quiet about it as he hums. “What are you doing then?” he asked back. 

“What am I doing or what do I want to be doing?” Wonjin reasks, sighing dramatically. 

Jungmo's eyebrows shoot up involuntarily as his mouth twitches into a grin. “What do you want to be doing?” 

“Sleeping.” 

“With me?” 

Wonjin makes a muffled laughing sound, head tilting to the side in amusement as he shakes his head. 

They both ignore the low gagging noise that comes from Woobin. Jungmo had actually been so momentarily focused on Wonjin that he had forgotten he was sitting beside the other. 

It makes Jungmo smile, a genuine burst of happiness sparks through him as he glances from Woobin casually looking at them to Wonjin still standing between his legs, his thumb caressing the skin on Jungmo's collarbone — Wonjin is here, touching him and acting like his boyfriend because he is his boyfriend and he doesn't care who sees.

It's after a moment of Jungmo just staring up at him that Wonjin swats at his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “What?” he huffed. 

Jungmo shakes his head, smile never faltering. “You should come over and sleep at my dorm tonight.” 

“Sleep over at your dorm?” Wonjin repeats, making a tsking sound afterwards as he tilts his head questioningly. It immediately makes Jungmo question if it was a good idea, they didn’t technically have anything to do tomorrow besides a dance practice scheduled later in the day so he didn't see a reason not to unless Wonjin just simply didn't want to. 

“..No?” 

Wonjin laughs. “Okay. I'll sleepover tonight.” 

In the end, somehow pretty much all the members gather at the big dorm. 

It's after they finish eating that they all lazily lay crowded around the living room as they talk about various topics. 

Jungmo tunes a few conversations out, he's not only running low on energy but has Wonjin's head laying on his stomach and that in itself is enough of a distraction. 

When Taeyoung starts up another round of a game, Wonjin declines the offer to join. It immediately earns him a whine of disapproval from Serim and questioning from both Hyeongjun and Taeyoung, but Wonjin waves them off, grinning innocently as he tells them he didn't sleep well last night and he's ready for bed. 

Somehow that's enough to get all three to back off as they immediately turn to rope Seongmin into the game instead. 

Jungmo doesn't get a chance to see how that turns out as Wonjin is sitting up, hand patting Jungmo’s stomach once before he stands up entirely and looks down at him expectantly. 

“What?” Jungmo frowned, confused. “You said you were going to sleep.” 

“Not alone.” Wonjin hummed, hand extended out to Jungmo. 

It's probably embarrassing how fast Jungmo reaches out and pushes himself off the ground. 

They don't immediately go to sleep. 

“I'm not that tired.” Wonjin admitted as they situated themselves in Jungmo's bed, the distant sound of the other members laughing is enough of a reason to keep their voices down. 

“We can just lay here,” Jungmo suggested, shifting to turn onto his side. He had a TV too, so he could suggest watching something but before he had the chance, Wonjin was smirking. 

“And what? Stare at each other?” Wonjin snorted, flicking Jungmo's chest teasingly. “I think that's more your thing.” 

“Ah,” Jungmo groaned embarrassed, face heating up quickly. “You noticed?” 

Wonjin gave him a look of disbelief as he shook his head slowly. “Jungmo.. how subtle do you think you've been?” 

In all honesty, Jungmo never thought he was subtle about his feelings.

Multiple members had called him out on it over the years, and even Wonjin himself had made a joke once or twice and Jungmo had never denied it. He liked Wonjin, and he liked showing it. 

“Does it bother you?” Jungmo asked instead. 

“Not at all.” Wonjin was still smirking, still clearly in a teasing mood. “I like knowing you're in love with me.” 

“Strong words.” Jungmo hummed. 

“Am I wrong?” Wonjin scoffed, eyebrow raising as if challenging Jungmo. 

Jungmo smiled, leaning forward to brush their lips together. He paused, lingering in the kiss as he felt Wonjin smile against his lips before he pulled away, shaking his head. “You're not wrong. I am in love with you.” 

Wonjin blinked, startled, a clear look of surprise flashed across his face before he recovered just as quickly as it happened, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “I'm in love with you too.” 

Jungmo didn't get a chance to say anything else before Wonjin leaned forward, bringing them into a proper kiss, an unspoken repetition of their words happily passed through their lips, over and over until Jungmo actually started to feel tired and Wonjin jokingly complained about his lips hurting. 

Jungmo didn't think Wonjin actually cared about his lips hurting, or at least wasn’t bothered about it, not with the way he just as quickly placed another kiss against Jungmo’s lips as they said goodnight. 

It's moments later that Jungmo feels entirely too happy about the way Wonjin slips his leg over Jungmo’s, his hand reaching out to grasp a handful of Jungmo's shirt. 

He falls asleep to the warm feeling of Wonjin’s body heat, the familiar scent of a particular shampoo and body spray and the distant thought that he wants this for the rest of his life.