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Riwoo sat on the floor of his room, the cold biting at his skin wearing a sleeveless top, and shorts that barely covered his thighs. He eyes the lipsticks that scattered in a mess in front of him, and he sat anxiously looking at the products, spiralling doubts about whether his doom-shopping might actually doom his bank account this time. That's a crazy thing to think, considering he’s a walking bank himself, and don’t get him started on the diabolical amount of nail polishes he's bought. He has been into them these days, he couldn’t save himself from his love for trying out new things, and so he can’t choose a monochrome color for the love of God.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and the gesture gave it away as to who it was. Sungho would usually call out his name first before knocking, so it has to be none other than the red-haired dongsaeng. The door slowly opens as Taesan sticks his head a little into the room, just enough to catch Riwoo in his peripheral vision.
Riwoo straightened his back, his eyes wide, somewhat unable to get off Taesan. His red hair is wet but not wet enough to stain his shirt and stick to his skin, and it’s dark in colour from water. It's evident that he had just taken a shower, but the worst part for him is the fact that Teasan is in a black tank top. Riwoo couldn’t help but fall silent. There's just something about Taesan that makes him so self-conscious, so stunned.
He just admires Taesan in many ways, really.
Taesan realised that Riwoo brought back a considerable number of shopping bags when they had returned to the dorm earlier. After dinner, his curiosity got the best of him, and he was wondering as to what his hyung was up to. “Riwoo hyung, what are you doing?” Without further thought, Taesan walks into the room as he stands looking down on his hyung, who was still glitching in reality.
Riwoo opened his mouth to say something, but closed it back when he realised how Taesan looked from down there, thinking he looked great even from this angle, and he never felt so… strange and somewhat compliant. That feeling came over Riwoo once again, he didn’t try to refuse, and he found himself defeated every time. He tried to deny it for the first few months, but he decided he shouldn’t decline a calling from his heart delivering a few words of what he’s truly feeling.
While Taesan feels awkward on his two feet, thinking he shouldn’t be making his hyung look up at him while he talks—that sounds inconsiderate. So hesitantly, he sits on the floor with him, shaking his hair out of his eye while he does.
The interesting number of lipsticks on the floor instantly caught Taesan’s attention, thinking to himself that must’ve been the answer to the shopping bags mystery. “Ah, you bought lipsticks?” He picks up one, a shade of cherry, mindlessly looking at it just to look like it piques his interest, “There are so many of them, though.” He gazes across the pile of brand-new lipsticks. A part of him wonders why his hyung buys an unnecessarily large amount of them.
Riwoo hoped he could’ve the answer to the question but in truth, he doesn’t have an idea himself. In pressure to impress the younger or at least not to embarrass himself, he hastily picks up a random lipstick and holds it as if imitating a promoter, suddenly feeling weird under his skin. “Oh.. well.. yeah, I don’t really know why I bought so many of them, but at least...” He trails off—it’s like walking mindlessly and falling into an endless hole. Well, he would actually be grateful to find a rabbit hole to hop into right now and never wish to come out just so he doesn’t have to look like a loser in front of his alleged crush.
Taesan waits patiently for him to continue until he doesn't, so he goes, “At least?” Taesan eyes his hyung in wonder. He leans in, and Riwoo doesn’t know what to do other than stare. Every time Taesan opens his mouth, his lips would pout slightly, and the way he worded it makes his lips stand out. His gorgeous pink lips. It takes everything in Riwoo not to scream.
And that gave Riwoo an idea, fighting the smile that threatened to break. “Can I try them on you?” He asked innocently, he’s caught between his own embarrassment and a pretty boy. If anyone goes against him with their better judgment, they’d be testified to be in the wrong.
Taesan chuckled at the idea, the back of his fingers brushing his bangs out of habit. “Did you buy things without having second thoughts again?” He goes, finding his hyung to be quite cute for his impulsive habit.
“Actually, I did not even think once.” Riwoo laughed nervously, totally dumbfounded, and hearing the joke, Taesan was in awe of him as he snickered. Taesan, with a smile, says, “Sure.”
Riwoo smiles in content, and he has never felt more giddy before. He grabs the lipstick with the closest shade of red to Taesan’s red hair to match.
Riwoo scooches closer to Teasan so he can apply the lipstick better, and seeing how close they got and the way the older looks when he’s concentrating, Taesan starts to get nervous, not exactly because he has never been physically this close to Riwoo, because he has never been... in a position with Riwoo this way.
He really adores his hyung, but maybe the reason why he barely talks to him is that he doesn’t really know what to say, or maybe because Riwoo himself is such a small talker, though sometimes he would give Taesan compliments, and all he could do was giggle in response and shy away. Teasan, yet, wished that Riwoo wouldn’t think that he doesn’t feel the same. Perhaps he doesn’t convey it through words but every so often, he would show it via physical contact, and hoped that Riwoo feels it too. He prefers to adore him in silence.
His eyes fell down to see Riwoo’s exposed skin, mainly his thighs, and he had only realised how small they were that he wondered if his hands would fit finely around them. Taesan gulped so slowly at the thought, just so it didn't twitch his skin and make Riwoo notice, but he failed miserably when the elder did, “Hey, Taesan-ah.” Taesan flinched when he called him, almost messing up the makeup. He was caught off guard when Riwoo suddenly grabbed him by the chin, and he swore his heart almost escaped through his ribs.
“Hold still.”
Perhaps Taesan really shouldn’t have done that because now they’re getting even closer to each other, barely leaving little to no space in-between. Their knees graze against one another, and they start to feel each other’s warmth on their skin. They can feel each other's breath which soon starts getting hotter and hotter. For a moment, Riwoo couldn’t focus anymore as his eyes started to dilate. The sounds coming from Teasan’s slow breathing fill his head, the little distance takes over his senses and woody scent that always stuck to his clothes, all of them worked like a spell on him as he stopped in his tracks, and this time he didn’t stare at Taesan’s lips exactly because of the vibrant lipstick but because he might actually have fallen into the wonders of it.
Taesan’s hand makes its way to Riwoo’s neck, brushing his thumb on it, and for a split second, he could feel Riwoo’s skin vibrate under his fingertips.
Riwoo holds Taesan's chin, feeling that tension growing at light-speed. He feels his skin burn under Taesan's soft skin as his eyes drop on Taesan's lips coated with red lipstick. He raised his hand and touched the bottom of it with his thumb, barely making contact with it but enough to feel the volume of it. He wonders what it tastes like.
The corner of Taesan’s lips stretched at that.
Riwoo bites his own at the thought as he runs his thumb across Taesan’s bottom lip, outlining his lip line, smearing the red lipstick all over his cheek that’s already flushed. Riwoo looks up to him, meeting Taesan’s hooded eyes, and somehow, he thinks he looks hotter this way. He feels lightheaded, like his mind is clouded with heavenly mist, and he couldn’t see anything but Taesan who made him this way; drunken and desiring.
And Taesan is still concentrating; he’s still in touch with the solid ground under him, but he would be lying if he said he’d rather not touch the boy in front of him right now, and he has no idea how far he’d go if he does.
Neither of them can think straight or even rationally at the moment, not even Riwoo, who swore that he doesn’t like having irrational thoughts, but Taesan is just way too beautiful, especially in his hand right now, and he didn’t even know that, but now that he does, he doesn’t wanna let go.
“For me…?” Riwoo says softly, his voice dips in sweet honey, and the way he looks at him? That was it for Taesan.
He pulls Riwoo slightly by the shoulders and connects their lips, and oh dear god, he feels as if he’s ceased from this world for good, yet his senses are a little too conscious as he feels Riwoo's burning skin on his, tracing the tenderness and the shivers of it. He felt Riwoo's hands wrapped around his neck, his hold sloppy but enough to close any gap left between them, and Taesan swore he had never felt so deluxe into the heavenly taste that Riwoo owns. He now knows that his hyung feels softer than he looks, and he thinks that he has found a newfound addiction.
Taesan doesn't deepen the kiss; it shows how gently he kisses him as he drags his lips down to Riwoo's neck, travelling every inch and leaving sweet kisses all over so delicately as if Riwoo might break. Riwoo almost makes a sound when Taesan so slightly grazes his teeth on his skin, not enough to leave a mark, but undoubtedly makes him shudder between his legs. He wishes he could tell Taesan how he loves the way Taesan touches him and the way the curves of their lips fit perfectly together. He never thought it would be so... euphoric.
They pull away, and they flutter their eyes open so slowly, as if they haven’t been completely out of each other’s trances. It's as if they have always wanted this, so they don’t even have a million doubts and wonders that would become too overbearing for the mind. Taesan stares down his hyung’s lips like he wants more, but he can’t, and the lipstick on his lips is now on Riwoo’s as well and on Riwoo's neck, the shapes of his lips prominent and bright red on his snow skin, and he feels as if he has made Riwoo his.
Riwoo, who’s still in a daze, examines the look of the lipstick on Taesan's lips as he wonders, “Heh... well...” he smirks silently, admiring the beauty Taesan beholds, the mess he made that he will only loved, and he swore he could do this a million times or even more.
“Lipstick suits you, Taesan-ie.” Riwoo smiles cheekily. The smile that hides his eyes, one with a hint of satisfaction, like he couldn’t be happier than this, than to be with Taesan like this. The younger one, seeing that, felt a rush of adrenaline as well as his cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably, and he couldn’t help but lower his head. His hold on Riwoo’s shoulder slightly tightens from being overwhelmed with too many feelings all at the same time.
Until he felt a hand pulling his chin, he met Riwoo’s eyes as his hyung broke into an affectionate smile, reassuring him, and a glint of hint as if finding him adorable.
Taesan had come to a sudden realization of how well he understands Riwoo’s language in loving people because he speaks it too, utter silence, and evident actions. Taesan thought to himself if he had ever experienced the feeling of reverie with someone, and now he’s glad that someone is Riwoo.
Taesan delicately places a peck on Riwoo's lips. And that same night, they end up sleeping in the same bed.