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Autumn often came around faster than Woongki expected— agonizingly so. If there was one thing he hadn't missed over the summer it was the tantalizing, anxiety-ridden, overly-competitive art school environment. But, at this point— it was his junior year. He might have hated the stress that it brought, but if anything, he was persistent. If he'd already gotten this far, he'd might as well see it through to the end, right?
That's how he felt, anyways. Besides, the stress was worth it. If not for pursuing his dreams, then for the people he'd met along the way. There was something special to him about being here. Back home, he didn't really have the opportunity to be shamelessly himself— sure, he had friends. But, they weren't like the ones at school. If he were to be positive about one thing in his life it would have been the fact that he had for sure found his soulmates.
"Woongki-hyung~" Shuaibo's voice cuts through the silence smoothly, comfortingly and Woongki is immediately pulled away from his seemingly endless thoughts of dread about their classes starting tomorrow. "Do you think I should paint my nails for tonight? Like— not school colors, that's kind of corny, don't you think?" Shuaibo pauses for a moment as if he's waiting for a response, but, he isn't, not at all. "Right! So, since that sucks, what color should I do?" He lays out his options on the bed in front of Woongki.
"Pink." Woongki says quickly, pointing at his favorite shade. He wears a small smile on his lips as he looks up at Shuaibo who is rolling his eyes.
"I think you just said that because that's your favorite color. "This obviously wouldn't even look good with my outfit." Shuaibo complains, removing all shades of pink from the pile.
"Well- you haven't even changed yet so how was I supposed to know it wouldn't match? You shouldn't have given me so many pink options if you didn't want pink." Woongki whines defensively before pointing to another color. "Maybe you can just do black."
"Gag, I'm not like— emo."
"Hey, that's not a bad thing."
"You're just saying that because of that guy you kept drooling over last semester." Shuaibo shoves him playfully before going to narrow down the selections to colors he might actually want to paint his nails.
"I did not drool over him."
"Yeah, you kind of did."
"Okay— well, maybe, he's my one true love and I just don't know it yet."
"There's actually a lot you don't know about him, like— oh— I don't know, his name." Shuaibo lines up the new selection of colors neatly, one by one, until they're in the proper rainbow order. To him, they had to be.
"Okay, you got me there! Guilty, sure. But—"
"No buts- I am in full support of delusion, but this is… girl, stand up. And quickly." Shuaibo sits up a bit. "Now, help me choose."
"Why don't you use one for each nail, you have five selected and they all look cohesive." Woongki suggests with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "And— by the way, I am standing up."
"If standing up is writing imaginary scenarios in your notes app about a guy you've never met then your standards for yourself may honestly be lower than I thought they were." Woongki raises his hand to playfully smack Shuaibo on the shoulder.
"Shut up. That's private information!"
"You act like we weren't all in the room while you were writing it." Seowon, who'd been silently scrolling through his instagram feed for the past 10-15 minutes chimed in. Of the three, he was the only one who had actually finished getting ready in a timely manner. "Anyways- doesn't matter, we don't judge or anything."
"Speak for yourself."
"Play nice."
"Fine."
Woongki gets up off the bed and heads over to his suitcase that he'd still yet to unpack and rolling it over to his bed. He hauled it up onto his bed before unzipping it to look through his clothes for something to wear.
"I can't— no I can, actually, but— I was going to say I cannot believe you've been here for a week and you've still not unpacked your clothes." Shuaibo said shaking his head a little before twisting the lid off of the bottle of nail polish he was holding to begin painting his nails.
"I've been busy, besides- I have a lot of clothes to sort through.. I'll get to it.. eventually."
"And by that he means I'll get to it." Seowon said with a deep, dramatic sigh. Still, his lips curled into a smile. There was not a single part of him that actually minded having to help Woongki out with his procrastination. He had been there for him time and time again.
"I love you~" Woongki replied sweetly, beaming at him as he tilted his head into his shoulder, falsely acting shy. He blows Seowon a kiss and the other 'catches' it in his hand, holding it close to his chest.
"So… have you even decided what you want to wear?"
"Well.."
"So, no."
"I mean I kind of have an idea…" Woongki trails off as he digs through his suitcase looking for anything that speaks to him. "of like.. the color scheme."
Shuaibo glances over as Seowon walks to stand at the edge of Woongki's bed, helping him go through his clothing. "I think you should wear something blue."
"Blue?"
"To complement your nails— assuming you wanted them to be pink." Shuaibo hums.
"Did you bring that cropped sweater you have?" Seowon asked, his eyes lighting up as if he'd just struck gold.
"Oh my gosh! Genius.. We should make out!" Woongki said, excitedly rummaging through all of the haphazardly packed clothes in search for it.
"Sure, love the energy, but let's calm down and focus on finding that top first!" Seowon replied, a light laugh escaping his mouth.
It didn't take them long with their combined efforts to finally find the top, then a pair of pants to go with.
Woongki peels his clothes off and changes then and there, nothing anybody there hadn't seen before.
"Wait—"
"What's wrong?"
"Is this too much skin?" Woongki asked, covering himself with his arms.
"If you think so, I think you look really hot, actually."
"Seriously?" Woongki asked, uncovering himself to take a look in the mirror.
"Definitely— Hey! Maybe that guy will be there, that'd be convenient, right? You'd surely catch his attention." Seowon said, grabbing Woongki's shoulders from behind and shaking him gently.
"No way, he's a total virgin. He won't be at any type of party, believe me. Don't you think Woongki would have already been all over him had that been the case?" Shuaibo replied, not looking up from his nails as he painted them with careful precision.
"I feel like I should be offended by that." Woongki said, looking up at the ceiling in contemplation. "But, I'm going to let it slide. This time." He fixes his hair quietly, looking around the room as if holding back a thought.
"What?" Shuaibo asks, looking up from his hand as he finished painting his last nail.
"What do you mean what?" Woongki replies.
"You're sort of atypically quiet, what's up?"
Woongki lets out a frustrated whine shaking his head.
"It's nothing.."
"You know, that I know, that that isn't true. So spit it out."
"Does he really seem like a virgin to you guys? I thought he seemed pretty cool." Woongki mumbled, shrugging his shoulders a bit before hopping up onto Shuaibo's dorm bed again so he could get his nails painted.
There's a deep and somewhat apprehensive sounding sigh from the other side of the room.
"I hate to break it to you, Woongki, but— he was in the same musical theater club as me last year and… frankly, he sorta seemed like an incel. I'm sure he's not— it's just… well, you know.. he was a bit.." Seowon grits his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he searched for the word. "Well, he sort of had a habit of being.. unapproachable."
"Unapproachable?"
"Like… he just— he was a little.. odd, is all. Not saying that's a bad thing, necessarily! But it.." He pauses for a beat. "It is a thing."
"Okay— but—"
"Hand." Shuaibo cuts him off and Woongki quickly places his hand down on the mini tray in front of him.
"But like.. incel is kind of.. mean."
"I know, I know. I don't really think that just.. sometimes guys that are a little bit more awkward tend to give off that vibe. You know?"
Woongki shrugs, using his free hand to open up instagram. "Well, Seowon— since you were in the same musical theater group as him, surely you know his name."
"I did. I don't remember it."
"Does the club have an instagram page at the very least, maybe it follows him."
Seowon nods, reaching over to grab Woongki's phone from him. He goes to his own profile, then finds the club page in his following list. "Here." He says, handing it back to Woongki, who is quick to start searching through all the accounts the page had been following.
Seowon leans over his shoulder, humming softly as Woongki goes through the following. 'qkrhan' catches his eye. "Han!"
"Han?"
"Han. That's him, qkrhan."
Woongki excitedly clicks on the profile, tongue poking out of his mouth excitedly.
Zero posts.
Seriously?
None?
He throws his phone down, putting his hand back on the table for Shuaibo to finish his work.
"I can't even believe this. Really? No posts."
"Maybe you could message him?"
"And say what?"
"I don't know! 'hey, I've seen you around campus and think you're cute!' something like that?"
Woongki rolls his eyes shaking his head. "No way." He chews on his lower lip. "I don't chase."
"So you're just going to wait for him to approach you for what— the rest of your life? Because guess what, he's definitely not the type to approach first."
Woongki nods, humming matter of factly with pursed lips.
As if it were obvious.
Maybe it was.
Shuaibo finishes painting Woongki's nails, but he quickly stops Woongki from moving his hands, bringing the quick-drying fan to him. "You are so fidgety, and that took so long, you will not be ruining my hard work this quickly. Stay still."
Woongki let out an exaggerated squeal, acting as if he were a fan recieving fanservice from his favorite BL actor.
"Bobo-hyung~ That was so cool—"
"You are LITERALLY older than me." Shuaibo cuts him off swiftly.
"Okay, barely, can you just go along with the roleplay?"
"I can."
Woongki squeals again.
"But, I won't."
His smile drops into a pout. "Whatever, Seowon will—"
"I never said that."
"But-"
"You never heard me say that, nobody ever heard me say that."
"I didn't hear you say that." Shuaibo nods.
Woongki lets out a defeated sigh before clicking his tongue. "What. ever." He said stubbornly looking away from the both of them.
"it's already 11pm, we should probably get going if we wanna be back before 3am." Seowon said as he checked the time on his phone.
"I'm not even dressed yet—" Shuaibo complained, quickly getting up to get his outfit he had planned.
"Does it take you that long to put clothes on?"
Shuaibo huffs a bit, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear before he started changing. "I probably should have done this before I did my makeup— this is such— a pain!"
"Just hurry!"
"I'm trying." Shuaibo groaned, quickly pulling on his jacket and zipping it up about halfway. "It's not like there's a cut off for when we can actually enter the party."
"I know but—"
"but you want to see your potential future husband?" Shuaibo interjects.
"Hey— I did not call him that."
"Might as well have." Seowon mumbles.
"Hm?"
"Nothing, sweets."
"I hate you both sometimes."
"Not true."
"Whatever.."
Eventually, they wrapped up getting ready and were on their way to the party. The campus was relatively small, despite the reputation of the university, so it was in seemingly no time at all that they'd arrived at campus housing where the party was being held. Actually, it was sort of the only housing on campus that was.. well.. a house. Which meant, really, it was the only suitable place for parties.
At least parties that weren't actually allowed to be taking place.
In honesty, the parties there were never that fun. But, they had alcohol-— a lot of it. Drinking was fun, at least, that's what Woongki told himself every time he drank. Actually, he wasn't keen on it— the taste, the mouthfeel. But, it pulled him away from his racing thoughts, even for just a moment. He liked that. A whole lot.
By the time they'd arrived, Woongki's first course of action was to ask where the alcohol was, then he made a beeline for it.
This stuff is shitty.
Who brought it this time?
The seniors last year must have been the ones bringing the good stuff..
Woongki thinks, pushing his hair back a bit with a sigh. Well— he'd just have to hope whatever he mixed it with masked the overall shitiness of it.
He grabs whatever he sees and throws it together, downing it quickly.
"Eugh."
"Is it bad?" A nervous voice cuts through the air, causing Woongki to startle a bit— he flinches and turns, looking towards the voice.
Oh.
"My friend…" He points vaguely behind him before awkwardly pushing his glasses up. "Um— he.. asked me if I could buy it for this.. party."
Han.
He was standing right in front of Han.
"No! No.. totally.. it's fine." Woongki shakes his head quickly, lips pressed together firmly.
"You're kind of a bad liar." Han replies, to which Woongki scoffs.
Stubbornly, he takes the bottle, making himself another drink. Woongki drinks like an idiot, taking no time to savor it. And he only does it to prove a point.
The point he was trying to prove.. he wasn't sure. Frankly, he just didn't appreciate the way it made his stomach flip when Han called him out.
"I'm Woongki." He finally says, leaning back against the counter.
"I know."
What.
"I mean— like… you're pretty—"
"Thank you!"
"—popular."
"Thank you!"
Han clenches his jaw a little, clicking his tongue. He rolls his eyes, scoffing a bit. To say he wasn't the least bit surprised by this response would have been an understatement. Arrogant. He thought, rolling his eyes a little.
"Well… I'll see you around, then, Han."
"How did you..?"
Woongki shoves past him quickly, not looking back once as he nearly bolted out of the kitchen to find his friends.
The next couple of hours were sort of a blur— Woongki had gotten himself drunk, but, things were uneventful. Extremely so. He was bored out of his mind, couldn't focus on any of the conversations happening. The music wasn't even good. God, he needed to do something to make it worth going out tonight.
But, honestly— what did he expect? The parties here were always lame. The only thing he used to get out of them was from time to time he got to kiss a cute boy.
A cute boy.
Huh.
Yeah.
I'm gonna do that.
"Hey, Bobo" He called, stumbling over to him. He's trying to whisper but he might as well have been shouting the way he wasn't able to control his volume even a little bit. "Is— you know who— is he still here?" Woongki asked, clinging onto Shuaibo's arm affectionately. Or for balance.
Definitely for balance.
"You know— huh?"
Woongki sighs, stomping his feet a little.
"You know."
Silence.
"Han."
"Ohh. You saw him?" Shuaibo asks, turning to Woongki with look of surprise and/or disbelief.
Woongki nods quickly, standing up straight as his eyes scanned around the room again. "Yeah.." He pauses.
"Maybe you're just drunk and saw someone who looked like him."
"No— I saw him before I started drinking. Or. Like, right after— I forget. Some point. I was getting a drink— shitty alcohol. He brought it, I think?" Woongki said. He pokes his tongue out of his mouth in thought.
"Ah- so he's Jeongwoo's friend, then."
"Hm?"
"I was talking to Jeongwoo earlier and he mentioned a friend came with him."
Woongki tries to wrap his head around the situation. Nothing was really making sense to him in this moment. "Jeongwoo's friend? Really? And to think you guys thought this guy was a total loser—"
"He is."
"Totally is not."
"Kidding, anyways— no, yeah. He said something about this being his friends first party. Said he was pretty awkward, but— he means well. Or something like that."
Woongki hums softly.
Then, realization strikes.
"I know where he is, then."
"You do?"
Woongki nods, putting down the bottle of.. well, he didn't even know, down on on the nearest surface. He digs into his bag quietly.
"What?"
"I'm gonna go makeout with him."
"What— you know what, whatever— I'm too high to talk you out of this."
"Do you think he likes do you think he'd be more into vanilla or strawberries?"
Woongki looks up.
"I don't even know him."
"Neither do I, well— I kinda do. But like. You know. I really— hm.. I don't know him enough to know what flavors he likes. Vanilla feels safe but.. mm. Strawberry is more like— my signature, right? Totally. I should— no, no I can't. Everyone I've kissed knows that. I want him to feel special, you know— he's totally cute and I've totally been crushing on him like— for a year. Vanilla. But that's so basic—"
"Girl if you don't just combine them and get out of here."
Woongki grabs Shuaibo's face and pulls him down hard, planting a firm kiss on his lips. "I love you."
Shuaibo gives him a sort of disgruntled look before bursting into a fit of extremely confused giggles.
"I love you too? I guess?" He shakes his head and walks away. That's Woongki-hyung for you.
Woongki watches Shuaibo walk away for a moment before he headed down the hallway and turned the corner. The back door. He had a sneaking suspicion that somebody like Han would have snuck back there.
He pauses for a moment to look at himself in the mirror, not that it mattered— he could hardly really even tell. Still, he spends a few minutes hyping himself up and making sure his hair was all in place. He applies the lip balm, layering them in hopes of mixing the flavors nicely.
He could sorta taste it.
At least he thought so.
Whatever.
After sucking in a deep breath and taking one final look at himself, he took a few steps towards the back door, twisting the handle. When he pulls it open, he makes an effort to be as gentle as possible, but— he's not very coordinated, so it was seemingly useless efforts.
Han sat alone on the small outdoor sofa that was on the back patio— generally, it was pretty cramped and small out there, so nobody tended to hang out in such a place. This made it the perfect place for an extreme introvert like Han to be. Woongki was right.
He mentally pats himself on the back for that before shutting the door behind him, alerting Han of his presence.
"Sorry— If you needed to be alone out here I can go, I was gonna leave soon anyway-" He looks up at Woongki and shuts himself up for a second. "It's you."
Woongki nods. "Actually.. I was looking for you."
Han raises an eyebrow.
"Can I sit?"
Han nods slowly. politely moving his feet back so that Woongki could step past them and take a seat next to him.
"Do you wanna make out?"
He blurts it out suddenly and carelessly, as if it was the most normal question to ask somebody he had only just met a couple of hours ago. Someone he'd spoken to for maybe less than five minutes.
"Im.. sorry?"
Woongki sucks in a breath, sighing.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe."
"You definitely are."
Woongki shurgs a little, as if it doesn't matter. "Okay, maybe I am— but the alcohol you brought was shit, anyways. I didn't even drink that much. I can make decisions."
He kind of was that drunk. Not that he'd been super aware of it.
"Okay..." Han trails off, looking away from Woongki. By now his face is burning red, he's not sure whether out of frustration or embarrassment. Or maybe he was just nervous because a pretty boy just sat next to him and asked him to make out. A very popular pretty boy.
His chest tightens at the thought as he slowly turns his head to look at Woongki.
"But— why would I want to kiss you?" He spits out, not with any malice or anything, but it's transparent nature is enough to take Woongki aback. Han looks at him with a mostly blank expression, blinking.
Was that the wrong thing to say?
He's not saying anything.
"Why wouldn't you?" Woongki asks, a small pout forming on his lips. His lips. Han stares at them for a moment. Now that he's studying them, they do look temptingly soft.
"I don't know you?" He responds with a frankly pathetic look on his face, laughing slightly. He sits up slightly.
"So?"
"So.. do you just go around kissing strangers?"
"I mean— you're not really a stranger." Woongki slurs.
"I am to you."
"I've seen you around, a lot— you're really cute. You know that? I tell all my friends about you-" He stops to hiccup. "I tell them all about you. It's true."
"What is there to tell about me…?"
"Nothing, really. Nothing crazy, at least. But— I tell them what I think about you. Or- how I imagine you might be. That's weird, right?" Woongki shakes his head a little, smiling. "I talk a lot about wanting to kiss you— you know, I placed my bets that you'd be a good kisser."
"You bet on me?"
"Not actually, just like— hm.. I just told them I thought you'd be."
"And?"
"Well, I don't know if it's true, obviously. Not like I've experienced it."
"You've never kissed anyone?"
"I've never kissed you."
"Ah."
Woongki snorts a little. "You're a lot.. dorkier? than I expected you to be."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize."
Han bites down on his lower lip in contemplation, looking away again. He fiddles with the edge of his shirt nervously.
"What do your friends think about me? Or.. I guess. assume?" He asked finally, glancing at him once quickly, then away, then back.
"They said you seemed like a total loser virgin."
Ouch?
Really?
Han sighs a little and looks down. His glasses fall down his face and Woongki takes the initiative to push them up.
"Your friends sound like assholes."
"Well are you?" Woongki asked, choosing to ignore Han's comment on his friends.
"What?"
Woongki looks at him, lips pursed. There's this look in his eyes that Han could only assume was morbid curiosity. He kind of hated it. He also thought it was kind of hot.
No he didn't.
Yes, he did.
Han clears his throat a little before shaking his head. He swallows, wiping the non existent sweat from under his nose.
"No." He cringes at himself mentally.
"I'm not a loser."
"So you're a virgin."
"What— no!"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Are you propositioning me?" Han asks, his eyes widening suddenly.
Woongki lets out a shocked laugh, covering his mouth in surprise at the question. He shakes his head quickly and his cheeks are tinged pink. "What?— No!" He squirms in place as he got out the rest of his giggles. "No, not— do you want me to be?" He asks jokingly.
"I don't know." Han answers honestly again.
"I'm kidding, relax."
"Right. Kidding. Me too."
"Sorry— for asking— I'm a little.. out of it."
"I can tell."
"Rude."
"I'm sorry."
Woongki pauses, taking in the apology for a second.
"You're apologizing again."
"You're upset with me, aren't you?"
Woongki shakes his head.
"But you said I was being rude?"
Woongki hums softly, shaking his head. He smiles at Han, warm, inviting. "That's just.. that's kind of just how I joke. With my other friends, at least. You know?"
Han nods a little, understanding better now.
"So you're a jerk."
Woongki raises an eyebrow at him in surprise.
"Was that funny?"
Woongki shakes his head, snorting a little. "Uh— no.. but, it was a good try."
Han finally smiles a little, nerves easing up a bit. He looks down at his lap, hands folded politely. He presses his lips together, squinting. "Do you wanna make out?" Han asks this time.
Why did I say that?
I don't know how to do that.
I've never gotten to practice this before.
"Huh?!" Woongki looks over at him, jaw hanging open in surprise.
Did he just ask me that? He thinks to himself, totally shocked the sudden change in energy.
"You said—"
"Yeah, I know." Woongki cuts him off. "Just.. you didn't seem like you wanted to at all so I didn't bother to ask again. I'm perfectly fine with just sitting and chatting, you're really nice, actually." He explains.
"I know." Han says, chewing on his lower lip again. He did that a lot. Nervous habit, right? Must be. Woongki thought to himself. "I want to, though."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
Woongki shifts a little closer, turning his body to face him. Han does the same, albeit awkwardly. He almost looked constipated. Woongki laughs at this a little.
"What?"
"You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."
"I.. know."
"I probably.. mm. I am drunk, actually." Woongki admits as if Han didn't know.
"I mean.. as long as.. as long as you're not like.. blackout?"
"I don't think so.. I'll definitely remember this— if that's what you're worried about."
Han thinks about it again, looking down at Woongki's lips. "Um.. right."
"So.. are you going to kiss me?" Woongki asks, interrupting whatever thoughts had been racing through the others mind. Han chokes.
"Yes."
Neither of them move.
"Alright, I'm going in."
Why did I just say that?
Woongki waits for Han to move any part of himself.
"I'm doing it."
He waits again.
Han shakily lifts his hand up to touch Woongki's face. He places his palm on the side of Woongki's face then uses his thumb to.. feel him?
Han presses down on the tip of his nose, making a little sound effect. "Boop"
Woongki sits awkwardly. He'd.. well. This was a first.
Han drags his thumb down to feel Woongki's lips. He drags his lower lip down until it flips back up then pushes his thumb against it again. He swipes his thumb across it, gently feeling it.
"What are you doing?" Woongki asks him suddenly, deeply confused.
"Oh.. Um.. It's just— sometimes like.." He looks up for a second in thought. "Sometimes when.. there is a new sensory experience for me I have to.." He struggles to find the words for a moment. "Like.. familiarize? Myself."
He looks back down at Woongki, slowly retracting his hand. "I'm sorry. That's weird."
"No, no, no— uh.. go ahead." Woongki nods.
"Are you sure?"
Woongki nods. "100 percent. Whatever makes you comfortable.."
Han nodded thankfully, reaching back up to feel around Woongki's face for a few more moments. Once he was satisfied and thought he knew what to expect, he shifted a little bit closer again.
He cups Woongki's face in his hands, tongue flicking over his bottom lip before he sucked in a deep breath.
"Alright, here I come."
Woongki snorts. "What the fuck?"
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Han sighs a little. Then he finally leans in. Woongki lets Han come to him.
Their noses bump because Han doesn't know to angle his head.
"Sorry" He whispers, craning his head to the side way more than he needed to. He presses his lips against Woongki's in a position that is honestly.. the worst kissing position Woongki thinks he's ever been.
And he just stays there.
And his eyes are open.
Han pulls away slowly, blinking a little.
"…That wasn't as good as I thought it'd be." Han confessed, looking away from Woongki as if he had been the problem.
"…I could say the same." Woongki said, laughing a little at the bizarrity of that kiss.
"I mean.. I've heard you kissed a lot of people. I sort of expected you to be better at that." Han said matter of factly, nodding his head along to his own thoughts.
Woongki's mouth falls open in surprise, tongue poking out between his teeth. His lips curl into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and he laughs. But he doesn't find it funny. Honestly, he's a little.. offended?
"So that was definitely your first kiss." Woongki replied, rolling his eyes. "Especially if you think I was the problem there."
Han pauses.
"Nuh-uh." His reply is childish enough to confirm Woongki's suspicions.
"Okay. Then let's try again, I'll be a better kisser this time."
Han nods a little, leaning in again.
Woongki stops him.
"Can you close your eyes this time? I'll come to you." He places his hands on Han's shoulders and pushes him back a little.
Han nods, fixing his glasses before closing his eyes.
Woongki takes his face into his hands.
He leans in.
They kiss.
Woongki's lips moves against Han's, and while it takes a moment, Han catches on. He kisses clumsily, but a lot better than he had the first time.
He leans further into Woongki, nearly toppling them both over.
Woongki pulls away breathlessly, steadying himself with his hand.
"Better." He says softly.
"Yeah, you did do better."
There's a pause between them.
Han cracks, smiling.
"I lied."
"I know."
Han sighs softly.
"I don't mind though."
"You kind of taste like strawberries.. and vodka." Han says observantly.
Woongki doesn't even pretend to be offended this time— that was an unfortunately fair observation. "Did you at least taste the vanilla?"
"Vanilla?"
Woongki nods.
Han gulps.
"No.. should we kiss again so I can?"
The other smiles widely.
He's so cute.
So fucking cute.
Han leans in again, this time he initiates the kiss.
Oh wow.
He thinks.
There's something different this time, something that causes his entire body to feel like it's being set on fire.
Woongki pushes him back a little, but he keeps kissing him, so Han does too.
He didn't want to stop.
Woongki pull away for a second. "Do you mind?"
"Hm?"
"Can I sit in your lap?" He pants softly.
Han nods more eagerly than he should and Woongki climbs into his lap.
They kiss again, it's messy and aggressive, Han's hands hover awkwardly so Woongki reaches down to grab them roughly, pulling them down to his waist.
He brings his hands back up, wrapping them around Han's shoulders and Han finally rests his hands on Woongki's waist.
As the kiss escalates and Han leans further back into the cushioning of the couch, he finds his hands wandering all over, relishing in the feeling of Woongki's smooth skin under his fingertips.
He could barely breathe but he was happy to go out this way.
"Hey have you seen— OH!"
Woongki pulls away from the kiss at the sound of Seowons voice.
"Sorry for interrupting, wow—"
"You didn't interrupt anything." Woongki says quickly, as if he hadn't just been kissing Han.
Yes you did. Han thinks, annoyance evident on his face.
"Well.. me and Shuaibo are leaving, so I was coming to get you so we could walk with you back to our dorms."
"Right.." Woongki hummed, shaking his head a little.
"What time is it?”
"3am."
"Fuck— I have an 8AM class tomorrow."
"Yeah, queen, I know! That's why I came looking for you."
Woongki turns to Han, looking at him apologetically as he climbed out of his lap. Han awkwardly adjusts the collar of his shirt, nodding a little.
"I'll see you around, maybe we can hang out sometime?" Woongki said, smiling at Han, who lights up a bit in the face, nodding his head a little.
"Yeah, of course." He nods.
Woongki bends over and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for being so sweet to me."
Han's heart skips a beat.
He thinks I'm sweet?
Wow.
Oh wow.
Nobody has ever been.. nobody has ever said that.
"You're welcome!"
"You're actually pretty good, by the way." Woongki says before leaving with Seowon.
Holy shit.
Han sits there, awestruck by the entire ordeal, a blissed out smile on his face.
I am his and he is mine now.
Han thinks to himself.
As if that was the only conclusion he could have come to.
To him, it was the only one that made sense.