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It was an impossible mission for Seongje to say no to Juntae.
He was his weak spot. Or, as he used to call him, his downfall with thick thighs and a scared puppy face.
That’s why, when they were together, Seongje refrained from doing many things. Smoking, for example. His puppy hated smoke, said it was bad for his body. And Seongje pretended to be annoyed and irritated while putting out the cigarette, but he actually found it adorable.
Juntae was a hopeless romantic, even when he tried to hide it behind seriousness.
And, of course, there was that other detail; he hated when Seongje used his phone for more than an hour. The big argument was “that it took away attention.”
A puppy hungry for affection, Seongje thought, amused.
He loved how needy he could be. It made him feel important... even loved.
So yes. He had a limited schedule for playing on his phone. All because of him.
Who would have seen him before... the feared Ganghak Wolf, Geum Seongje, tamed; he’d fall on his ass if he knew all this.
The boy watched him from the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, messy hair falling over his forehead. On Juntae’s lips were traces of peanut butter, shining under the dim light of the room.
Seongje looked at him for a moment that felt eternal.
Juntae’s lips curved slightly, hopeful; waiting for a kiss.
Ah. Did Seongje forget to mention he was allergic to peanut butter?
“Fuck it.” He muttered, almost without thinking.
Before Juntae could interpret his lack of movement and silence as rejection, he leaned forward. Their lips met in a warm and soft kiss, with that touch of clumsiness the younger always had at first. The boy smiled against his mouth, and Seongje took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss. He knew he’d give in, he always did.
He could die like this, he thought.
Happy, between the lips of his favorite boy.
When they pulled apart, barely biting the other’s lower lip, Seongje licked the corner of Juntae’s mouth, gathering a trace of the peanut butter.
He smiled, just as he started to feel an annoying itch on his lips and a pressure in his throat.
“Hyung...” Juntae looked at him with red cheeks, still recovering from the kiss. “Your lips… what’s wrong?”
The loving shine in his eyes mixed with worry. The kind of look that melted any wall Seongje might have. No, with Juntae it was impossible to have one.
Probably, if he told his younger self that someone like Juntae would look at him like that, he would laugh. He’d say that was impossible.
God, he was completely gone.
“Ah. I think I’m having an allergic reaction to peanut butter.”
“What?— WHAT.”
Before panic could take over him, Seongje opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a prefilled syringe. He held it calmly, as if it weren’t a big deal. After all, he always had one nearby. He was more cautious than people thought.
“Surprise?” he joked, and injected himself without hesitation.
“Hyung! Are you crazy!?” Juntae almost yelled, throwing himself toward him. “Why did you do that? And what if you didn’t have that on hand? God, Seongje, you could have died or—”
Seongje stopped listening to his words, focusing instead on the movement of his lips as he spoke quickly. The fury trembled in his voice, and still, he smiled. The boy’s face, so red from fear and anger, looked incredibly cute to him.
Maybe, after all, Seongje really was crazy.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look cute when you’re angry?” he asked, with that shameless smile so typical of him. “No. Don’t tell me, I’m jealous, I couldn’t stand hearing that someone else did. Only I can tell you that.”
“You…!” Juntae weakly pushed him, his voice trembling. “We’re talking about your damn allergy, idiot! I didn’t know and ugh… forget it.”
“Shh.” Seongje raised a hand, touching his cheek softly. “It’s okay, Jagiya.”
Juntae’s face tightened. The redness was still there, but his eyes shone like an overflowing lagoon.
And Seongje didn’t like seeing him cry, unless it was for other reasons, of course.
He sighed and took his face in his hands, with that tenderness no one else had seen in him, except his boy. He began to leave small kisses all over his face, avoiding the lips, because he knew Juntae wouldn’t allow it yet.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “I’m fine."
“It might not have been like that.”
“Do you really think fucking peanut butter can take me down?” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.
That was enough to make Juntae let out a nervous, barely audible laugh.
Man. Seongje’s heart skipped a beat.
Maybe it was the adrenaline. Or the epinephrine. Or the fact that the boy in front of him had him completely at his mercy.
“That shit won’t stop me from kissing you,” he added in a low voice. “Fuck peanut butter.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Juntae shot him a sharp look. “Not until I brush my teeth.”
And he did. Four times. With toothpaste, mouthwash, and even dental floss.
Seongje watched him from the bed, leaning back against the headboard, holding back his laughter and looking at him with a mix of tenderness and desire. When he came back, the boy looked embarrassed. He gripped the sheets tightly, as if they could calm his nerves, not daring to look at him fully.
He could devour him right there. What a joke, because Seongje really would.
“I think… you can kiss me now, hyung,” he murmured, voice trembling.
Seongje didn’t need more.
He took him by the waist and pulled him close, until he was trapped in his arms. The kiss was slow at first, almost reverent, and then deeper.
He could die like this, he thought once again.
Not from the allergy, but from how fucking in love he was.