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“Hyung, come here”

Hyunwook says, tugging Jihoon’s arm with excitement as he turns him to face the wall mirror, the staff’s phone in hand, ready to snap a pic.

Jihoon follows his lead silently, warmth radiates from his eyes and lands on the curve of Hyunwook’s smiling cheekbones.

Hyunwook makes a V sign with his hand and hits capture with the other one. Jihoon’s eyes shift slightly from his cheekbones to the phone screen in front of them, catching the picture just taken - Hyunwook crouched even lower than him, looking excited as a newborn baby, while Jihoon’s gaze remains fixed on Hyunwook’s face with quiet adoration.

Big baby -  Jihoon thinks to himself, but before a second thought can form, Hyunwook’s cheekbone suddenly grows larger in his field of view - his face is moving closer.

“Stand still, let me take another one.” Hyunwook says, urgency in his voice, even though Jihoon hadn’t even thought of moving away.

Hyunwook presses their cheeks together, looking all smug and content. Jihoon thinks he might’ve heard Seungho chuckle softly behind them.

But Jihoon doesn’t care. He doesn't even bother looking at the mirror, or the camera, or the phone screen anymore. Instead, his eyes glance at Hyunwook, lips curling into the faintest doting smile.

Hyunwook snaps the pic, cheek-pressed and all up in Jihoon’s personal space for two more seconds, before finally standing up straight, eyes gleaming as he looks through the photos.

“The fans are gonna love this.” He says. 

Jihoon nods slightly, then suddenly pokes at Hyunwook’s side, making him squirm, and retracts his hand in a flash, already chuckling.

“Is it for the fans or for you, you cheeky little shit?”

Hyunwook’s grin stays plastered across his face, one hand protectively hovering near his side in case Jihoon pokes him again.

“Both!”

His mouth curls into a small pout. He lowers his voice just enough for Jihoon to hear, 

“I’ve missed you.”

Jihoon smiles again and gives him a knowing look, the kind that says I miss you too, but he doesn’t speak.

Hyunwook holds his gaze, as if trying to read every unsaid syllable. His hyung is a man of few words. Others might struggle, but Hyunwook can read him like a book. He beams and gives Jihoon a small, affirming nod.

A female staff member shyly taps Hyunwook’s shoulder. She seemed reluctant to interrupt their moment and had been standing awkwardly nearby, waiting for them to exchange eye contact in a weird mood. Only when Hyunwook nods to Jihoon and Jihoon shifts his gaze does she speak, quietly asking for the phone so she can pass it to the other cast members. Hyunwook bows his head apologetically and hands it over.

Hyunwook then turns back to Jihoon, who is now staring out the night through the glass window.

“You seem pretty quiet today.”

“I’m always quiet.” Jihoon replies.

“Yeah, but not with me, though.” Hyunwook tilts his head, watching him closely “Feels like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Jihoon meets his gaze again, and the look in his sultry eyes steals Hyunwook’s breath for a second.

“I don’t know… I guess this press conference brought Sieun back to me…” He thinks for a moment, before continuing “Even though the filming ended long ago… All these promotional activities… are making me relive it.”

“Well, you are pretty good at separating yourself from him.” Hyunwook says.

“I used to be,” Jihoon nods, “But it’s been… strange lately. Like when I looked at that photo of you from the hospital set and suddenly started missing Suho like crazy… It’s like I’m getting more emotional or something.”

Jihoon looks at Hyunwook again. Hyunwook watches him intently, until a flicker of mischief suddenly lights up his eyes.

“Is it because you’re getting older?” He teases.

Jihoon glares at him like an angered bunny. But before Hyunwook can coo over his hyung, Jihoon swiftly jabs a finger into his unguarded side and walks away toward Lee Yeon, who’s calling them over.

“Class 1, let’s take a photo. Seungho-yah, get a picture of Kyung-ie too.”

Jihoon takes his place in the center, trying to suppress a grin as he watches Hyunwook approach, rubbing both sides of his waist dramatically.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lee Yeon asked, confused.

Hyunwook just shakes his head, circling around her naturally until he ends up beside Jihoon. He slips an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders. Just before the shutter clicks, Jihoon feels a finger poke at his cheek, as the tiniest attempt at revenge, and Jihoon is fighting for his life to keep a straight face.

The staff thank the cast for the lovely photos and silly popipo videos, and the group begins to disperse. As people mill about, Jihoon feels the warmth from Hyunwook’s body as he subtly leans closer, catching Jihoon’s hand. His lips brush near Jihoon’s ear as he whispers:

“Wanna come to my place after this?”

Jihoon’s eyes widen slightly. Why would he say that here? With so many people around?

He glances around to check if anyone heard, but no one seems to notice. Then he spots Ryeoun and frowns slightly.

“Ryeon hyung won’t be home early” Hyunwook says, sensing Jihoon’s concern “I heard that he, Nara hyung and the other guys are going for a drink after. The neighborhood is clear.” He winks.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if we didn’t go with them?” Jihoon asks, thoughtfully.

“Who cares?” Hyunwook shrugs. “I want you with me toni-” 

Jihoon slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Alright, okay, stop talking.” He scolds, a pink blush creeping up his cheeks.

Hyunwook’s eyes gleam with laughter, brows wiggling playfully.

They manage to slip away with a half-hearted excuse: Jihoon not feeling well, and Hyunwook needing to wake up early. It earns them the biggest pout from Minjae and a knowing look from Ryeoun.

***

Hyunwook and Jihoon ditch their managers about a kilometer away from Hyunwook’s place, each giving a vague excuse about needing fresh air. They walk side by side in the chilly spring night breeze.

“Are you cold?” Hyunwook asks, shuffling closer to Jihoon.

“I’m fine.” Jihoon shrugs as he takes slow steps. Hyunwook slows down his pace, making sure they are as close as possible.

Hyunwook shuffles even closer, almost pressing their bodies together. In an instant, he slips his hand inside Jihoon’s pocket, wrapping it around Jihoon’s.

“Your hand is cold.” he says.

Jihoon presses his lips together. His hands are always cold, but Hyunwook’s are always burning hot.

As Hyunwook’s warmth seeps into his hand, Jihoon feels his whole body begin to thaw. Even his lips, stiffed from the cold, slowly relax and eventually part to confide in Hyunwook the thoughts that have been weighing on him.

“Today, during the press conference… I felt like Sieun was there with me. Like he never left.”

Jihoon sighs.

“Sometimes… I wonder if it’s okay for me to feel this much. I don’t know why, but as Sieun, my emotions are always too… intense.” He looks at Hyunwook “So much more intense than what I’m supposed to show on screen.”

Hyunwook nods at him in understanding, eyes never leaving Jihoon’s.

“Even with you…” Jihoon pauses again, as if trying to find the right words. “When you first walked in today, talking in Suho’s teasing tone, my chest just… ached,” He tilts his head, brows furrowed. “It was weird. I don’t know if it was Sieun… or just me.”

Jihoon feels Hyunwook’s thumb gently rubbing circles on the back of his hand, warm, and consoling. Hyunwook’s deep voice threads through the cold air.

“I get it… Sieun went through a lot. And you carried all of that, you lived him… for years. It affects me too, you know, I feel like Suho when I look at you…”

He lets out a soft breath, then adds, “People say I’m sensitive, but I think... you’re even more so.”

“Only to you, maybe.” Jihoon mumbles, he lightly squeezes Hyunwook’s hand before moving away, putting just enough distance between them to look like two friends walking side by side again.

“Right, hah” Hyunwook chuckles, putting his hand back inside his own pocket. “When we first met, you were sooooo nonchalant. I’d say you were as much of an ice princess as Sieun-ie was. It’s amazing how you maintain that bubbly celebrity image. As expected from an idol.” He gives Jihoon a thumbs-up, and Jihoon swats his hand away.

They reach Hyunwook’s building. During the elevator ride, Jihoon wraps his arm around Hyunwook’s, clinging to him for warmth.

“What is this?” Hyunwook chuckles “I thought you don’t like being clingy? You pushed me away earlier.”

“It was barely a push.” Jihoon bickers “Also, we were outside, actor Choi Hyunwook. Do you want to spark some kind of rumor?”

“And we’re still not home yet, actor Park Jihoon, what if someone walks in?” Hyunwook teases back.

Jihoon freezes for a second, suddenly aware of how close they are. Right… someone might walk in.

The elevator dings, and he instinctively retracts his arm, only for Hyunwook to squeeze it tighter, his voice beaming with excitement.

“We’re here.”

Then he drags Jihoon toward the apartment without missing a beat.

When they reach the door, though, Hyunwook suddenly steps behind Jihoon, back hugging him right before the closed door.

“What the hell?” Jihoon asked, confused. “Open the door and get inside first.”

“You do it,” Hyunwook mumbles against Jihoon’s neck, sending a ticklish shiver.

Jihoon sighs and taps in the code. 

Does Hyunwook get some strange sense of pride from making him do this - letting Jihoon unlock his place like it’s his own?

What a weird kid.

The door clicks open, and Jihoon drags him inside.

“Hyung…” Hyunwook murmurs, his voice low, face still buried behind Jihoon’s neck. His hands start rubbing over Jihoon’s stomach through the fabric. “You smell like me now.”

“How can I not?” Jihoon laughs, breath unsteady. “With the way you’ve been rubbing against me all night-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Hyunwook starts to move, drawing soft waves with his hips.

“This is how I really wanted to rub against you though…” He whispers, planting soft kisses along the back of Jihoon’s neck.

Jihoon exhales shakily, his head falling back onto Hyunwook’s shoulder.

Hyunwook’s hands fumble with Jihoon’s belt while Jihoon strokes him through his pants, slow and teasing. Impatient kisses scatter across Jihoon’s neck, each one leaves a burning sensation - like little fire spots licking under his skin - drawing another breathless hitch from his mouth. Jihoon gasps for air, but the air feels stuffy. 

Jihoon turns, pants already unzipped, he holds Hyunwook’s head in his hand, cradling it like something precious. He gently angles his head so he can press their lips together. Hyunwook meets him with equal intensity, his hands move quickly as he tries to unbuckle his own pants. The air steams up with need and desire.

Hyunwook suddenly scoops Jihoon up, earning a surprised yelp from his tiny hyung. He pauses for a beat - Jihoon feels even lighter now, and something twisted achingly in his chest. Still holding him close, Hyunwook carries him to the bed and gently lays him down.

Jihoon’s hair is a mess, his jean jacket slipping off one shoulder. The Dickies t-shirt clings to his slim frame, his eyes wet and inviting, and Hyunwook feels like he could die in them. His chest tightens, dick twitches, mind reels: how Jihoon can be this pretty is beyond him. Hyunwook throws his leather jacket to the side and launches himself towards the bed. Jihoon’s eyes widen at the sight of the big baby about to crash into him, but they quickly curve into crescent moons as Hyunwook cages him in, broad frame and lean muscles, chest warm and dick hard. They start kissing again, breathless and eager.

Hyunwook kisses Jihoon, greedy and clumsy, grinding down on him in the same breath. Jihoon lets out a sharp breath, caught off guard by his urgency.

“You were so pretty tonight.” Hyunwook murmurs against his lips. “And the way you kept looking at me… made me crazy.”

Jihoon smiles into the kiss. Without a word, he grabs Hyunwook’s hair and pulls his head back.

“Easy,” he says, amused. “Why are you acting all cute, huh? You’ve been adorable all night, too, I had to stop myself from calling you a baby right there. Didn’t want to ruin your bad boy image.”

Hyunwook scrunches his face in protest, fingers sinking into Jihoon’s thigh, maybe a bit too hard. Jihoon winces.

“Sulking like a baby, too.” He looks at him “Why do I even let a brat like you fuck me.” A smirk spreads across Jihoon's face.

Hyunwook scrunches his nose again, softer this time. He lunges forward despite Jihoon’s firm grip still on his hair, making Jihoon startle and loosen his holds, not wanting to hurt him.

“I’m not a baby.” A kiss. “I’m your baby.”

Jihoon smiles into the kiss again, affection spilling from his crescent eyes.

Jihoon gasps when Hyunwook grinds down against him, thick and heavy through his boxers. A low, throaty sound escapes his lips, vibrating in his chest. His thighs twitch open instinctively, inviting more.

Hyunwook mutters something - so fucking soft - and kisses the corner of Jihoon’s mouth like he’s scared he might break. But his hips don’t stop, only picking up a rhythm, teasing, almost cruel.

Jihoon lifts his hips, trying to meet him. “Stop teasing,” he pants.

Hyunwook only smiles, cocky, before slipping a hand between them, shoving Jihoon’s underwear down enough to free him. Jihoon bites his lip when the cold air hits his skin, until Hyunwook’s warm hand wraps around him, stroking slowly, occasionally running his thumb over Jihoon’s tip.

Jihoon arches, breath trembling. His fingers dig into Hyunwook’s shoulders, before sliding up into his hair.

“Hyung,” Hyunwook groans. “You’re already this hard?”

“Shut up.”

Hyunwook reaches for the lube in the bedside drawer.

Hyunwook opens Jihoon up slowly, but Jihoon grows impatient. At one point, Hyunwook finds himself stunned at the way Jihoon is desperately moving, practically fucking himself on Hyunwook’s fingers. His pulse quickening.

When his heartbeat rises so high it thunders in his ear, Hyunwook asks, the other hand still stroking Jihoon gently,

“Can I come in now?”

Jihoon doesn’t answer, just nods impatiently. When Hyunwook reaches for the condom, Jihoon stops him,

“Can we just… put it in?”

Hyunwook’s eyebrow arches in surprise, but the heat in Jihoon’s tone sparks a slow burn under his ribs. Why is Jihoon so fucking sexy today? He thinks, but then he decides to comply and lines himself up.

Jihoon lets out a satisfied sigh as Hyunwook sinks into him. When Hyunwook bottoms out, Jihoon exhales once more, then suddenly takes a sharp inhale and squeezes around him, like he’s trying to draw something out of Hyunwook before he even moves. 

Hyunwook chokes on a breath, his whole body flaring hot. 

Jihoon is looking up at him with those eyes, shimmering, wet starlight on the verge of spilling, eyebrows drawn in desperate begging, wordless. So fucking pretty it makes Hyunwook ache, first in his heart, then in his dick. Hyunwook starts thrusting, too turned on to hold back.

Moans rain from Jihoon’s lips, deep and rich, the most beautiful sound Hyunwook’s ever heard. That low, raspy moan - so unmistakably Jihoon, so goddamn manly - now unraveling beneath him.

Hyunwook dips to kiss and nibble at Jihoon’s neck.

“Don’t leave marks.” Jihoon mutters.

But Hyunwook keeps going.

Jihoon sighs, irritated, and pushes him away with his feet, just enough to make him slip out.

“Sit,” he commands.

Hyunwook has no intention of defying his little lover this time. He backs up to the headboard, still hard, still panting. Jihoon climbs on top and sinks down onto him again.

Jihoon starts to move, hips bouncing with slow, deliberate rhythms, as if he’s dancing. His eyes are half-lidded with heat, pupils blown wide like a deep, endless lake, filled with excitement and pleasure. Wet gaze glimmers, as though light is trapped beneath the dark water, glowing faintly from within. With every glance, it pulls Hyunwook in deeper. Jihoon looks utterly in his element, flushed and breathless, his gaze steady and smoldering. Hyunwook can’t look away - hypnotized, entranced, wrecked by Jihoon’s aura when he’s feeling everything.

“Why are you so excited today?” Hyunwook asks.

Jihoon comes back down to earth to look at him, still moving, and starts talking between bounces, voice laced with distant thoughts, dreamy,

“I saw Suho today…”

Hyunwook stills, something sharp and cold stabbing through the heat. His eyes narrow. 

“And?”

“You know… the way Sieun longs for Suho, right?” Jihoon keeps moving, voice broken by gasps “They’re like us… But they can’t even show it. So when I saw Suho, for a second, I wanted to do something for them…”

“You wanted to fuck him?” Hyunwook cuts in flatly. “Hyung, you can’t fuck Suho.”, He shakes his head, “You’ll go to jail.”

Jihoon stops bouncing.

“Hyunwook-ah, that’s not what I mea- ah!”

Hyunwook starts thrusting.

“I- ah-!”

“I just have to remind you then.” Hyunwook mumbles, snapping his hips again.

Jihoon moans louder with each thrust. It’s too much, almost like Hyunwook is impaling him, but it feels so good.

“Tell me…” Hyunwook grits out. “Who’s fucking you?”  Another thrust.

Jihoon’s voice trembles.

“Hyun… Choi Hyunwook…”

“Tell me, who…” He drives in again, harder this time “do you want?”

“I- ah--”

“Tell me!” 

“Hyunwoong…” Jihoon exhales, voice cracking. “Hyunwoong-ie…”

But Hyunwook is already gone - moving messily, no rhythm, no thought, barely registering anything. He’s lost, in Jihoon, in his eyes, in his voice, in the tight heat around him. So far gone he doesn’t notice the way Jihoon steadies himself, sits up straighter, starts dancing to Hyunwook’s chaos with wicked grace - until those eyes spark with newfound mischief, and that maddening smirk returns.

“Hyunwook-ie hyung~” Jihoon purrs, the words dragging like velvet sin.

Hyunwook’s hips stutter, probably out of shock.

“I want Hyunwook-ie hyung,” Jihoon repeats, breathier this time, eyes glinting as he tests just how far he can push his younger lover.

The next second, Jihoon’s world flips. He’s slammed back onto the bed, Hyunwook pinning him down, all restraint evaporates in the fevered heat.

He doesn’t ask. He just thrusts - deep, hard, relentless.

Jihoon gasps, back arching off the bed, overwhelmed. “Fuck-” His hands claw at Hyunwook’s shoulders, trying to find something solid as his body reels.

“Say it again, Jihoon-ah,” Hyunwook grits, voice gravel pressed to fire, sending a current through Jihoon’s brain “Say it again for hyung.”

“Hyunwook-ie hyung…” Jihoon chokes out, blinking tears from his eyes.

“Louder.”

Jihoon sobs out the name between ragged breaths. “Hyunwook-ie hyung- fuck, yes--”

Hyunwook thrusts even harder, erratic, desperate, like he’s chasing something only Jihoon can give him. His mouth finds Jihoon’s neck, his collarbone, his nipple, anywhere he can kiss or bite or claim .

Jihoon’s eyes roll back. His legs tighten around Hyunwook’s waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna-” he gasps.

“I know,” Hyunwook murmurs. “Me too.”

Hyunwook can feel Jihoon’s body tensing up, his eyes fluttering, lips parted, every nerve lit and begging for release. Hyunwook doesn’t slow down. He can’t.

Then it hits - like lightning ripping through them. Jihoon cries out, spilling hard between them, body seizing as the pleasure crashes over him. Hyunwook follows with a raw groan, slamming in deep, coming hard with a shudder.

***

They lie intertwined, the soft hum of the washing machine in the background. Jihoon tries to shrink even smaller in Hyunwook’s oversized t-shirt, head resting against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Just for the record, I didn’t want to fuck Suho.”  Jihoon suddenly speaks up, voice still hoarse from the intense physical activities earlier.

Hyunwook, still holding him close, looks down at him with adoration. Their eyes meet, soft gazes steeped in quiet intimacy. Jihoon smiles, just the slightest curve of his lips, before he speaks again, more thoughtfully this time,

“I was happy… because I get to do all of this with you. The things we can’t show on set, the things we can’t display on screen. I get to do it all with you.” His eyes soften, and for a moment, it feels like the world slows down, just for them.

He pauses, then adds, almost wistfully, “I hope Sieun and Suho can love each other like this one day too…”

Hyunwook smiles, pressing a tender kiss to Jihoon’s forehead, his fingers threading gently through Jihoon’s hair. They hold each other in silence, warm, content, happy, wrapped in the quiet joy of each other’s presence.