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Noah is a very all or nothing kind of person. Go big or go home. That's why, on the night of Hamin’s ???st birthday party when Noah realises a few things about the way he feels about his best friend, things escalate pretty quickly.
As in Bamby and Eunho catching him and Yejun together in the back of Eunho’s car that Noah forgot to lock.
"What the fuck?!" Bamby yelps as Yejun hastily tries to put his shirt back on while Noah is just in a bit of a daze, eyes trained on Yejun's (very red) lips. He only snaps out of it when Eunho lets out a delayed gasp.
"When you asked for my keys, I just thought you'd left something behind from when we drove over here," Eunho says, eyes wide. "Didn't know you two wanted to…like…get down and dirty…"
"Eunho, don't say it like that," Yejun says, his tone a little whiny, and Noah really wants to push him back down and make him whine in a different way but he can't in front of the others or Yejun might hate him forever. Eunho raises his hands in surrender and Bamby smacks his shoulder, complaining, “I told you you should’ve brought your motorbike!”
“I didn’t know this was going to happen!” Eunho yelps back, but when he looks back and sees Noah staring at him with pleading eyes, he seems to falter. Noah has given Eunho this look quite often, a look that says ‘please let me have this and hyung will buy you any meal you want later’, and Eunho usually falls for it…though Noah doesn’t know whether that’s out of loyalty to him or food.
Noah mentally fist-pumps when Eunho pulls Bamby back, saying an awkward, "Well…we'll leave you two to it?"
"Wha- I thought we were gonna leave?” Bamby argues but Eunho just keeps dragging him away, leading to Bamby shoving him off heatedly but they still head back inside. The instant they're gone, Noah leans in to kiss Yejun again but Yejun stops him with hands gently pushing on his shoulders.
"Noah, we should probably get back," Yejun tells him, voice quiet but hoarse and it drives Noah crazy. "Right...?"
"Do you want to go back? Eunho just gave us kinda explicit permission to stay."
Yejun blushes and fuck, that's pretty. "I-I mean...I don't even really know what's happening right now..."
"Yeah, I work fast, right?" Noah teases with a wink and Yejun chuckles but doesn't quite meet Noah's eyes.
"I know, I've- I've seen you work fast a lot over the years..."
Noah falters. Yejun's kind of right, Noah likes to flirt and have fun, and the two of them met during his notorious college days where there were more than a few nights out where he went home with someone, but that's not what this is about. He's not trying to make a fling out of his best friend.
He didn't even think about any of that. Of course Yejun might think that Noah is just being a rowdy flirty drunk. Especially since Noah just went up to Yejun at the party and asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quiet, intending to actually talk, but when they were sitting close together in the back of Eunho’s car, Yejun was just glowing. He was bright-eyed, cheeks slightly red (mostly from the joy of being with his friends because Noah's pretty sure the guy only had one drink), hair messy and cute, in a stupid suit that fits him stupidly well. Noah, tipsy and smitten, forgot about words and just dove in.
Noah rests his knuckles under Yejun's jaw now, tipping his face up and Yejun's breath hitches but he doesn't move away when Noah kisses him. Slow, steady, and he keeps leaning forward until he's got Yejun pressed up against the door behind him and his grip on Noah's shoulders goes slack.
"What do you think of me?" Noah asks, kissing the tip of one of Yejun's pink ears. "I’m not trash. I wouldn't just fuck you then throw you away."
"I hope you wouldn't do that to anyone," Yejun replies, horrified. "But, what happened? Why...?"
"Junnie, if you didn't want me to fall in love with you then you shouldn't have worn this cute little suit or looked so happy when you were taking photos of everyone," Noah scoffs, and Yejun's eyes widen. It's just the truth. Noah was bowled over by the sight of Yejun when he first spotted him today because there aren't many occasions in one's life where you get graced with the sight of Nam Yejun in a suit, and he kept asking everyone who'd listen if they thought Yejun was as handsome as he did. Half out of shock, half out of pride because that’s his best friend!
Then later, when he was having fun dancing with Hamin and Bamby, he turned his head to see Yejun pointing his camera at them from across the room before he brought it down so he could grin at Noah, stars in his sky eyes. Noah remembers feeling breathless, and it definitely wasn't just from the dancing.
"Well, Hamin’s the one who dressed me," Yejun says, teasing but he sounds short of breath, too. "And Eunho asked me to take photos. Shouldn't you be blaming them?"
"No! The whole point is that the person doing all that stuff was you."
"So...just that made you..." Yejun’s eyes go so perpetually wide before he can finish the sentence because he’s such a fucking cutie. "...‘fall in love with me'?"
Noah shakes his head. "I think I've probably been in love with you for a pretty long time. Just realised it today."
"Oh," Yejun murmurs, and his eyes have those stars in them again. “And so, you decided to tell me? Just like that?”
Noah winces. “Well, yeah, I probably would’ve burst if I kept it to myself but I think I messed up the order a bit…I should’ve told you first and then kissed you…but then you just had to kiss me back, dude. Why would you do that when I’m already this fired up?”
Yejun laughs, one of his hands coming up to stroke through Noah’s hair and Noah feels like preening like a cat. “Why can’t I kiss you back?”
Noah pouts. “‘Cause then I’ll misunderstand. I’ll think you want me. I’ll think you like me.”
“You don’t think I like you?”
“Well, if you liked me, why wouldn’t you have told me already?!”
Yejun cackles even louder, both hands cupping Noah’s face that’s watching Yejun’s own sweet laughing face in awe. “Not everyone’s like you, Noah-yah. Some people find it easier to keep their heart to themselves. Haven’t you ever heard of yearning?”
Oh. Yejun’s still smiling, but his eyes look a little sadder all of a sudden. Noah leans down, gently knocks his forehead against Yejun’s and murmurs, “Do you yearn for me?”
Noah’s breath hitches when Yejun’s eyes glass over. So pretty but heart-breaking at the same time, why did Noah have to fall for a crybaby? Yejun tries to remove a hand from Noah’s face probably so he can wipe away any potential tears but Noah covers it with his own, holding on. “Is it someone else?”
Yejun’s eyes go wide in shock. “What? Why would-”
“Because I’m making you cry,” Noah says, heart heavy. “Yejun-ah, you- you can push me away, you don’t have to kiss me back. You know that, right? But fuck, even if you like someone else, please still consider me. I can make you happy and I’ll listen to you and I’m probably way better-looking than the bastard you like, do you see me?! I’m also, like, really good in bed, so-”
“Han Noah,” Yejun groans, squishing Noah’s face until he can’t talk anymore. “You’re gaslighting yourself, you moron, there isn’t anyone else and how dare you tell me you’re good in bed right now! Like I want to think about whoever must’ve told you that for you to know?!”
Noah gasps. “Are you actually slut-shaming me right now, Mr I Won’t Have Sex Until Marriage?”
Yejun finally pulls his hands away to cover his own face out of embarrassment. “I said that once in college as a joke…but I’m honestly starting to think it’s going to be true…I’ve been so single for so long that I’m probably gonna have to ask my parents to arrange a marriage for me and we won’t even be in love and I’ll have to try not to lock myself in the bathroom on our wedding night like the stupid virgin I am-”
Yejun yelps when Noah flicks his forehead and glares up at him in tearful annoyance as Noah smirks back. “Babe. You’re getting too in your head. Also, don’t talk about being single when I’m right here? I’d marry you right now if you wanted me to.”
Yejun seems to have given up on getting shocked over every absurd thing coming out of Noah’s mouth, just laughing with a disbelieving shake of his head. Noah watches him fondly, thinking about sneaking in a kiss to his cheek, but Yejun suddenly lets out a long sigh. “Goodness. Why have I been tortured by my crush on you for all these years if you were gonna end up doing this to me?”
Noah tries not to perk up too much. So Yejun does like him. “You could’ve literally told me.”
Yejun rolls his eyes. “Like I said, I’m a yearner, Noah.”
“So what does this make me? Some bonehead who jumps the gun the instant he feels his heart flutter?”
“Yes,” Yejun replies immediately and Noah wants to argue but all his words die in his throat when Yejun’s the one to press a soft kiss into his cheek. “But it also makes you so brave.”
God. Noah adores him. He dips down to rest his head on Yejun’s chest, squeezing his eyes shut, and things just get worse when Yejun starts stroking his hair. He mumbles into Yejun’s shirt, “It wasn’t just my heart fluttering. It was so much more than that, Yejun, I…I think I’m crazy about you and if you’re telling me that we could’ve been together so much earlier if I just realised my stupid feelings then-”
“Noah,” Yejun murmurs into Noah’s hair as he hugs his head warmly. “Are you really blaming yourself for something for once? That’s new.”
Noah huffs. “Blaming you for not confessing earlier seems like too much of an asshole move…even though I already kinda did that…sorry…”
Yejun snickers. “So can’t it just be no-one’s fault? We got here eventually. I love you so much, Han Noah, so please stop yapping and kiss me again.”
Oh, wow. Noah can definitely do that. The ‘stop yapping’ part kind of makes him want to squabble again but the urge to kiss Yejun stupid wins out, and Yejun moans in surprise when Noah surges up to fit their mouths together, open-mouthed and heavy. Noah forgets every bit of negativity that was hitting him, Yejun’s ‘I love you so much’ ringing around in his head until his brain feels like lovesick mush that only knows how to kiss and adore. He unbuttons the shirt that Yejun just put back on and Yejun makes a soft shaky noise of approval, leaning into Noah's hands when they slowly draw the shirt down, and Noah wishes they could have more time. He wanted to be fast before, just swept up in a whirlwind of emotions, but now he wants nothing more than to cherish Yejun. He might just take him home soon.
"Boyfriend?" Noah asks in a split-second break between them tearing each other's clothes off and Yejun nods, rasping, "Okay," before he kisses Noah so hard that their teeth knock together. Noah bursts out laughing because he can't help it, Yejun's cute - but when Yejun pulls back to squint at him, Noah wraps his arms around his middle and looks up at him, tells him with so much sudden sincerity that it even surprises himself, "Love you."
Yejun immediately softens, butterflies in Noah's stomach when Yejun replies gently, "Me too," just before Noah's lips find his again.
If Yejun’s been yearning by himself for whoever knows how long, then now it’s Noah's turn to love him so hard that he won't know what's hit him.
“Haminnieeeee,” Yejun sobs on the phone later that night, sitting up in Noah’s bed with Noah knocked out beside him, an arm slung over Yejun’s waist. “Hyung’s so sorry for leaving early…I was bewitched…”
“Hehe, it’s okay, hyung,” Hamin giggles. “Bamby-hyung told me what happened.”
“What?!”
“Nooo, don’t worry, he only told me and I’m so happy for you! I’m gonna have to have some words with Noah-hyung, though,” Hamin says, voice suddenly becoming low and menacing. “I’ll have to make sure he treats you right…”
“Hamin, please don’t kill my brand new boyfriend.”
“Only if he doesn’t treat you right!”
Yejun covers his mouth when he laughs so that it won’t wake Noah up, but Noah does shift a little in his sleep, making a groggy noise before rolling over to snuggle into Yejun’s lap. Yejun smiles at him and dips down to drop a kiss into his hair.
“I think we’ll be okay,” Yejun murmurs. “You know he said he’d marry me? Right now?”
Hamin whistles. “Okay, maybe he’s pulling through 'cause that’s exactly what you deserve. But hyung…”
“Hm?”
Hamin sounds shy when he continues. “I’ll be your best man…right…?”
Cutie. “What if Noah wants you as his best man? He likes you a lot, you know-”
Hamin outright retches and Yejun wheezes like a kettle trying not to laugh too loud. “That just left a bad taste in my mouth. I’m hanging up.”
“Happy birthday, I love youuuu~”
Hamin’s quiet for a second before he says a quick, “Love you too,” then immediately hangs up. Yejun collapses into laughter again but Noah grumbles a moment later, making Yejun gasp quietly and quickly shut himself up, slipping down the bed into Noah’s arms. Noah hums in contentment, squeezing Yejun close as he slurs, “S’that Haminnie?”
“He’s gone now! Sorry for waking you…”
“S’okay.” Noah blindly kisses Yejun’s eyebrow. “You’re cute.”
Yejun actually thinks Noah is cuter right now but he melts all the same. That completely changes when Noah asks, “What did you talk about? Did you tell him we just had mind-blowing sex?”
“Why would I tell him that?!”
“What, you don’t wanna brag about me?” Noah asks lowly, the sleepiness in his voice somehow making him sound even more sultry as he traces his fingers down Yejun’s back, gently pushing and making Yejun breathlessly remember how he arched into his touch. “Didn’t I make you feel good like I said I would? There's a lot more where that came from and it's all for you, babe...”
On second thoughts, Yejun might get Hamin to kill his new boyfriend simply for the crime of teasing him too much.