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If Yeonjun had a dollar for every time he admired Soobin’s butt in a single day, they could fund the next world tour on pure cheek appreciation alone.
And today? It was a jackpot.
Soobin was folding laundry, humming under his breath in a worn-out hoodie and a pair of fitted black sweatpants that were doing nothing to hide the curve of his backside. In fact, Yeonjun was beginning to think the pants were doing too much.
Yeonjun stared, frozen in the doorway of their shared bedroom, one sock half-on and forgotten.
“Do you need help?” Soobin asked innocently, without turning around.
Help. Yeonjun could help. He could help himself.
He approached slowly, a grin spreading across his face like a cat who had spotted a very round, very plump mouse.
“Yeonjun,” Soobin warned, sensing the shift in the air. “Don’t.”
But it was too late.
SMACK.
“YOU—!” Soobin yelped, flinching forward with a wild laugh. “That was so loud!”
Yeonjun doubled over, wheezing.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he gasped, “Your ass is just—it’s—it’s a national treasure, Soob. A public service.”
“It’s MY ass,” Soobin muttered, rubbing the side Yeonjun had lovingly smacked. “And you’re lucky I love you.”
“You do love me,” Yeonjun said, proud. “You love how obsessed I am with you.”
“I love despite how obsessed you are with me,” Soobin corrected.
But he wasn’t really mad. Not when Yeonjun followed it up with a kiss to his cheek and a sleepy nuzzle into his back, arms curling tightly around his waist.
⸻
Day Two of the Cheek Era
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m not,” Yeonjun said immediately.
“You’re holding your cereal spoon like a mirror to stare at my reflection.”
“…No, I’m not.”
Soobin blinked. “Are you trying to angle it? Is that zoom?!”
Yeonjun sighed dramatically and placed the spoon down. “Can’t a guy just admire his boyfriend in peace?”
“Not when said boyfriend is trying to eat his breakfast.”
Yeonjun padded over to him with soft socked feet and wrapped his arms around Soobin from behind, head resting on his shoulder. Then—he dared.
He gave one cheek a gentle squish.
Soobin choked on his spoonful of cereal.
“Yeonjun!”
“Soft,” Yeonjun mumbled, delighted. “Bouncy. Hypnotic. I should name each side.”
Soobin turned, jaw dropped. “Name. Them?!”
Yeonjun gave a sage nod. “Lefty is ‘Pudding.’ Righty is ‘Destiny.’”
“I hate it here.”
“No, you don’t. You love it here.” Yeonjun wiggled his eyebrows. “Because you love me.”
Soobin sighed, but he didn’t move away. He let Yeonjun keep squishing.
⸻
The Intervention
The group chat was chaos.
[BEOMGYU]
why does Yeonjun keep talking about Soobin’s butt like it’s a separate person??
[TAEHYUN]
he named it.
[HUENINGKAI]
they were arguing this morning about which cheek was better 😭
[SOOBIN]
i need help
[YEONJUN]
no you don’t. you need moisturizer. for DESTINY.
[SOOBIN]
I’M BLOCKING YOU
Yeonjun had exactly zero shame. He even made a ranking list. On a whiteboard. In their hallway.
⸻
The Showdown
“Alright,” Soobin said, standing in front of the mirror one evening as he adjusted his shirt. “Let’s settle this.”
Yeonjun perked up from the bed, where he was sprawled across the pillows like a man awaiting a royal audience.
“Settle what, my liege?”
Soobin smirked. “If you love my butt so much, you can deal with its maintenance.”
He held up a jar of lotion.
Yeonjun blinked.
“You want me to—”
“You get to moisturize. Thoroughly. Every night. If you’re going to be touching it this much, might as well keep it soft.”
Yeonjun was off the bed in 0.2 seconds, dropping to one knee like a knight in service.
“It would be my honor.”
⸻
Later That Night
“Pudding is looking especially perky today,” Yeonjun said, massaging with careful precision.
Soobin groaned into his pillow. “Can you NOT commentate?”
“Destiny feels a little tense. Stressful day?”
“Yeonjun.”
“Sorry, sorry. Sacred work requires silence.”
He patted both cheeks when he was done, proud of his work.
And then, as if he hadn’t touched them enough—
SMACK.
Soobin yelped.
“I just lotioned that!!”
“You should thank me,” Yeonjun grinned. “I’m basically your personal trainer. Keeping those buns toned, moisturized, and adored.”
Soobin rolled over and tackled him with a pillow.
“I should ban you from touching it for one week.”
Yeonjun gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“I WOULD.”
“Destiny needs me.”
Soobin paused. “…God help me, I’m starting to enjoy the attention.”
Yeonjun beamed. “I knew it.”
⸻
The Next Morning
Soobin got up to get coffee.
And in that moment, in his loose pajama pants and sleepy daze, Yeonjun saw the full glory once more.
SMACK.
“I’M TRYING TO MAKE COFFEE!!”
“You’re also making my day.”
⸻
Soobin never did ban him. And Yeonjun? He never stopped admiring.
Because some loves are eternal. And some cheeks are just… destined.