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the first day nicholas met euijoo was in an old practice room, the stench of sweat and tears stained in the air. maybe it was because he was wearing a mask or the way he bowed at nicholas–but something was intriguing about how euijoo presented himself. and it stuck with trainee nicholas for months too long.
after learning to become acquainted with one another, that feeling didn’t leave. it confused nicholas, how he still wanted to know more about this brunet boy with innocent eyes. even after sneak-outs together at 2:00 am, long conversations after practice, and awkward interactions that turned natural, something was poking around in nicholas’ heart, not completely satisfied with what it had. but what else was there to know?
it was a muggy afternoon in august with damp fields of grass and dimming streetlights, when nicholas and euijoo were sitting in the older’s car–sonic, his blue beauty, as he called her. euijoo had just finished presenting a video of choreography he’d been struggling with for weeks and finally perfected when he put his hand on nicholas’ thigh.
“I told you I could do it! you doubted me, and I have video proof of me succeeding and proving you wrong.” he’s talking too fast out of excitement, his teeth shining through his giddy smile.
nicholas’ heart beats a heavy thump.
“watch it again, there’s this one part I tried to follow your advice about the face thingy, and I’d say I did it better than your demonstration,” euijoo rambles, eyes focused back on his phone as he leans closer to nicholas–his arm on the center console–and prepares the video again.
thump.
“see! here, wait, watch it again, just this part,” euijoo says through laughter, pulling the recording back a few seconds. the beachy scent of his cologne dances its way to nicholas’ nose, and he finds himself taking a longer breath in to savor it.
thump.
“there! I told you I could do it.” euijoo turns his head but doesn’t move from the position he’s in, a smirk of confidence on his face.
thump.
“juju one, nicho zero.” he laughs before lifting his arm off the center console and leaning back in the leather seat of the car, that content smile still creased on his face as he watches the video again, this time by himself. nicholas stares at him.
thump.
he gulps. was euijoo always this beautifully enticing?
after that night, nicholas classified that blooming feeling in his heart as a “friend crush,” despite them having known one another for over a year. they’d grown too close for this “friend crush” to be a thing at all–but nicholas finds familiar comfort in denial. if he strays from what will inevitably lead to change, his life will dodge unpleasant complications.
he’s now been in that pool of denial for sixteen months.
at the beginning of the seventeenth month of this inner battle, yuma springs news of a week-long beach trip they’ll be taking over their next break, which happens to be in three days. unfortunately, due to many knots in the group’s string of miscommunication, both nicholas and euijoo manage to miss that important note. and after a few outbursts of anger, tangents that included words they didn’t entirely mean, and a late morning where they rushed to pack suitcases and duffel bags, they finally left.
sonic, nicholas’ prized possession, sat parked on the street around the corner of the group’s apartment. if it weren’t for yuma thinking yudai would tell nicholas and euijoo about the trip, yudai thinking maki would pass the message along, and maki thinking fuma would wake the two up the morning of their drive, they’d be in one of the fancy black vans the company owns. thankfully, euijoo is familiar with nicholas’ car and driving techniques, and nicholas is always down to take her for a spin, so neither boy is prone to complaining.
nicholas has been around euijoo long enough to act natural, even when his heart’s a beating mess or his face coated in blush. their dynamic is somewhat flirty and fun, so most fans and team members don’t really question nicholas’ reactions–or euijoo’s, when they rarely show. so the five-hour drive wasn’t awkward for either of them.
a few hours into the drive, nicholas stopped to get gas–paying with the company card because they’re technically part of the reason they have to drive themselves out here–while euijoo ran into the gas station to buy a few snacks. leaning against the side of the vehicle while it pumped gas, nicholas admired euijoo’s kind smile as he paid. he watched as euijoo skipped out of the building and toward their pump, two bags of chips in his hands.
“I bought your favorites and these that I remember liking.” he proudly holds them up, smiling with his lips. he uses his shoulder to nudge nicholas’. “I can drive the rest of the way if you-”
“oh, no,” nicholas says through light laughter, shaking his head. “you know I don’t let other people drive sonic.”
euijoo rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe you named her after some rabbit.”
“ok, first of all,” nicholas starts as he removes the pump and closes his gas tank. “he’s a hedgehog and he’s absolutely goated. have you ever played one of the sonic games? or even seen the movies?” they both get back in the car and euijoo adjusts his seat so he’s leaning back comfortably, a blanket slung over him. as he slips off his shoes, nicholas is still rambling. “-because he was originally designed as a rabbit, but with the software they had, it made more sense to make him an animal that could turn into a ball, so they ended up going with a hedgehog.” nicholas pulls out of the gas station and gets back on the road when he hears euijoo giggle beside him. “what?” he asks without looking.
euijoo sighs. “I love you, nicho.”
thump.
“out of nowhere?” he asks, laughing the words to disguise how much the phrase affected him.
“it isn’t out of nowhere,” euijoo argues, turning to watch the mountains outside his window. “I love how you’re so passionate about the things you love. when you love something, you lose yourself in it.” nicholas glances at him before focusing back on the road. “I love you for that.”
thump.
“so what you’re saying is, I’m a nerd,” nicholas states, receiving a push in the shoulder from euijoo in return.
“no,” euijoo laughs. “what I’m saying is, you know your stuff. and it’s cute.”
thump.
nicholas doesn’t respond. he lets the music fill the air between them, listening to euijoo hum along with the melody. the mountains and sky look prettier than they did before, and the atmosphere in the car feels fresher, somehow.
a few more hours later, that same sky is much darker. sonic’s headlights provide enough light to see the road in front of nicholas as he drives through the winding mountains, less than an hour from their destination. the time flew by as he listened to euijoo’s music recommendations, true crime podcasts that euijoo paused and commented on every five minutes, and played some road trip games they grew up with. it felt so natural with euijoo, no matter where they were or what they were doing. not to mention, sonic was like their personal hideout. it was the place nicholas felt safe enough to word-vomit all of his problems, euijoo constantly being the one to occupy the passenger’s seat and listen. it might’ve been a normal car to anyone else, but to them, it was their safe place.
when they finally escaped the mountains and met their first red light in a while, euijoo mumbled something in the passenger’s seat, and nicholas turned to look at him.
thump.
euijoo is the only person nicholas has ever looked at and wondered ‘how does one sleep so peacefully? how does someone look so beautiful without even trying?’ his lashes are long and still, eyelids completely closed. he has his hand under his cheek, puffing it out enough to make nicholas chuckle.
“cute,” he whispers to himself. euijoo grumbles and pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, shuddering. nicholas takes that as a sign to lower the ac level and watches as euijoo’s brows slowly unfurrow.
thump.
nicholas only realizes the light is green when it illuminates in euijoo’s eyes and face. he reluctantly turns his attention back to the road and tries not to press on the gas pedal too abruptly, despite how much he loves doing so. the final song in euijoo’s ‘ultimate road trip playlist’ ends, and the absence of sound rings in nicholas’ ears. his thoughts seize the opportunity of lost noise and take over.
after a good ten minutes of nothing but the air conditioning whirring, nicholas feels a light tap on his shoulder and blinks. it felt like seconds had passed by. he glances at the map–35 minutes away.
“your playlist ended,” he says to push away his lingering thoughts. he glances at euijoo, who’s half-awake and rubbing at one of his eyes. his bottom lip sticks out in an effortless pout, his hair stuck up in random directions.
thump.
nicholas quickly averts his attention to the road.
“did it?” euijoo asks, voice lost somewhere in his sleep. he clears his throat in an attempt to regain it. “I could’ve sworn I timed it all right.. that sucks.” he’s shuffling beside nicholas, adjusting the seat and readjusting his blanket in his lap. “has driving been ok? you’re not tired?”
nicholas shook his head. “no, I didn’t stay up too late. I’m glad we got to sleep in.” he steals another glance at euijoo again as he’s pulling up the hem of his shirt to scratch an itch somewhere behind his ribs. nicholas’ eyes betray him, and he looks a little longer than he planned to.
thump.
“yeah, I don’t know why I’m so sleepy,” euijoo says before a yawn. he stretches some limbs before sighing and leaning back against the chair. the absence of music isn’t too big of a deal for the pair, at least now that euijoo’s awake. nicholas feels less likely to lose himself in his mind with someone else beside him–awake, that is; it’s somewhat comforting.
after a few minutes pass, euijoo admiring the night sky from his window and nicholas stealing a few glances here and there, euijoo’s voice disrupts the quiet.
“let’s play guess the song,” he suggests. nicholas, feeling the boy’s eyes on him, nods his head. “no cheating, ok? don’t look at the screen until I say so.” nicholas laughs as euijoo preps a song on his phone. a few seconds pass by before a familiar melody flows through the speakers of the vehicle.
a very familiar melody. nicholas recognizes it almost instantly. it was the first song he played for euijoo on the guitar, one that held many memories of his childhood, and every time he played it for euijoo–which was more often than he did for anyone else–it felt like he was pouring his entire life into the other’s hands. the image of euijoo rocking side to side with a loving smile on his face as nicholas strums the instrument shows vividly in nicholas’ mind.
thump.
euijoo pauses the music after only a second. “guess!” he says, teasingly. he’s too happy about this, and it makes nicholas smile.
“forever, the beach boys.”
“correct,” euijoo says through a wide grin. he presses play again, and the song continues. nicholas glances at him.
“don’t we normally play the next song?” he asks, a knowing smile on his face. euijoo tilts his head down slightly and returns the smile.
“I like this song,” he states, happily. “it reminds me of you.”
thump.
nicholas gulps back his embarrassment before replying, “gee, I wonder why.” he receives another light punch to the shoulder from euijoo as the song continues.
forever, forever
I’ve been so happy loving you
nicholas’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as his hands begin to sweat. for some reason, everything feels more intimate when he’s not the one strumming the chords and singing the words. when they’re listening to it in their safe place where they’ve shared every meaningful thing with one another. when the sky is so dark, his blue car feels like the only thing left in the world.
when love feels like it could slowly unravel and burst into a million pieces at the same time.
his ears perk up when nicholas hears euijoo singing along. he’s not humming or whistling–he’s singing. and beautifully, at that.
thump.
together, my love
let the love I have for you
live in your heart
and beat forever
nicholas gulps nervously as euijoo continues to sing quietly.
the upbeat tune of darlin’ by the same band rings throughout the car, a contrast to the previous track. euijoo puts his hand on nicholas’ thigh and sways his body as he sings along, a smile on his face. nicholas glances at him.
thump.
the light in his eyes glimmers as he sings, staring right at nicholas. he stops to laugh just as nicholas turns back to the road.
“I feel like this is your song,” he laughs the words as nicholas feels his heart melting. “you’ve played so many of their songs for me, it’s like they belong to you before they belong to the actual band, you know?” nicholas wants euijoo to stop talking, to sleep for the last thirty minutes of their drive, to play any other song by any other band. how is he going to sleep tonight?
oh, right, nicholas thinks, blinking. he forgot they’ve been forced to share the room on the first floor since they’re arriving late.
“nicho?”
“sorry,” nicholas sighs, shaking his head a bit. “just feeling a bit tired. we’re almost there.” he knows euijoo knows this, but he says it to avoid the younger asking again if he needs to drive the remainder of the way.
“ok,” euijoo says, leaning back into the leather seat. “well it’s a good thing we have the downstairs room. at least we won’t be waking anyone up.” nicholas nods just as god only knows–wow, another beach boys song–plays through the speakers of his car.
“I thought this was supposed to be a guessing game?” nicholas asks, teasingly.
“fine, fine,” euijoo says through a sigh, opening his phone again to find different songs. “I just wanted to hear those.” the rest of their drive is occupied by three-second beginnings of songs that nicholas has been tasked to name, as well as euijoo’s laughter and occasional “you cheated on that one,” followed by a scoff from nicholas.
when nicholas pulls into the driveway of the beach house and cuts the engine, the buzzing of grasshoppers fills the air. he and euijoo carefully attempt to take their belongings in one trip–which they somehow manage to do–and quietly drop them in the bedroom just beside the front door.
the beachy aroma is in full swing, and nicholas can feel his bones aching for some sleep on a comfortable bed. he flops onto the queen-sized mattress and lets out a long, exhausted breath, closing his eyes. driving the entire way here was totally worth it, now.
“nicho?” euijoo’s voice is quiet as nicholas opens his eyes and watches euijoo pull off his sweater, revealing a thin, white tank top underneath that clings tight to his body. nicholas gulps at the sight.
thump.
is he sleeping in that? he wonders as his eyes trail down euijoo’s torso and linger on the waistband of his boxers. why does he have to be so handsome on top of his humor, kindness, and thoughtful nature? nicholas begins to think of every great thing about euijoo as his eyes find the younger’s. he doesn’t seem to notice the completely head-over-heels look in nicholas’ eyes as he reaches up and takes out his small, hoop earrings.
“do you care which side you get?”
nicholas closes his eyes. “whichever side I’m on right now, cause I’m not moving.” he hears euijoo quietly laugh and can’t help but smile.
thump.
he feels the bed sink as euijoo climbs under the covers and shifts to find a comfortable position to lie down in. the little amount of noise in the room, paired with the absence of light, makes nicholas’ heart beat a bit quicker; why is it that everything always feels more intimate at night, no matter where you are or who you’re with?
goosebumps trail up nicholas’ spine when he feels euijoo’s hand slide onto his waist. they spread over his arms when he feels euijoo’s chest against his back. his entire body shudders slightly when he feels euijoo’s breath against his neck. euijoo’s hand rubs along nicholas’ abdomen as he breathes steady breaths.
thump.
after a few more seconds enduring their closeness, nicholas moves to sit up, euijoo naturally removing his hand and doing the same. now that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness in the room, nicholas can see the worried expression on euijoo’s face.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, voice a whisper.
nicholas gulps. “I don’t..” he tries to find the words as euijoo sets his hand on nicholas’ thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. he sighs, trying not to flinch at the touch. he’s glad euijoo can’t see how flustered he is. “juju, this is..” he sets his hand on top of euijoo’s. “do you know what you’re doing?”
euijoo tilts his head. “what I’m doing?”
they stare at each other for a long moment, the whirring fan and faint noise of sleep music playing in a room upstairs being the only sounds. nicholas wrestles with himself as he watches euijoo’s eyes in the darkness. when euijoo blinks, nicholas slowly reaches his hand over to caress euijoo’s waist.
euijoo shifts closer into the touch. he doesn’t remove his hand from nicholas’ thigh. he doesn’t stop the swift circular motions he’s making with his thumb. he just looks at nicholas, as if he’s trying to say something.
finally, after seconds of nicholas’ mind fighting with his heart, nicholas moves slightly closer and pushes his lips against euijoo’s. he’s moving quick and tilting his head to the side as euijoo’s head slowly moves back until it falls against a pillow.
nicholas feels the cold breeze of waterfalls and the light warmth of the sun on cloudy days as he tilts his head even more to deepen the kiss. his stomach is exploding with fireworks and confetti cannons, rejoicing at the contact, harmonizing in tune when he lifts his hand to hold euijoo’s jawline, thumb grazing over his adam’s apple.
that feeling is absolutely obliterated when nicholas feels a soft hand push against his chest and feels euijoo sit up. their lips separate, and he opens his eyes, hoping to find some sort of answer in euijoo’s—but he isn’t looking at nicholas; he’s gently wiping the kiss off of his lips with the back of his hand.
nicholas can feel a physical pain burn in his chest as euijoo continues to avoid eye contact. he messed up. he ruined their friendship, the trip, the group, everything; everything’s over.
“sorry, I just..” euijoo laughs. he’s laughing and nicholas feels like crying gallons of tears. in fact, he’d rather walk home and let someone else drive sonic back to the dorms than have to sit in a car with euijoo for five more hours.
nicholas is about to stand up and offer to sleep on the couch in the seating room, but euijoo clears his throat and finally looks into nicholas’ eyes, the darkness making things feel even more real than they are. and nicholas feels euijoo’s gaze change and wonders if maybe he did do something right.
“I’m.. not used to this. I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“you what?” if his tone of voice didn’t show how genuinely flabbergasted nicholas was, his expression surely did. “you’ve never kissed anyone?”
euijoo shakes his head. nicholas releases the breath he’d unknowingly been holding in.
“can we just.. go slow?” the tips of his ears shine a shade of pink, and nicholas wants to hold euijoo in his arms forever. stroke his hair, hum love songs under his breath, plant tiny kisses all over his face, rub his thumb along euijoo’s hand.. “nicho?”
nicholas blinks. “sorry.” his voice is much quieter than it’s ever been. he gulps. “yeah, let’s..” he slowly leans in closer, eyes pinned on euijoo’s lips. the younger bites the inside of his cheek before following nicholas. “..go slow.” he finishes the sentence just before quietly connecting their lips.
the kiss is much slower than any other, in nicholas’ experience–not that he’s kissed hundreds of people. but for some reason, the pace being so slow twists his stomach in ways never before; there’s an ache in his chest that makes him crave more. they linger for a second before nicholas turns his head and kisses again, speeding up ever-so slightly–and euijoo follows his lead.
nicholas slides his hand up euijoo’s leg and to his waist, holding there steadily. a small noise leaves euijoo’s mouth when he barely breaks the kiss, and nicholas can’t hide the smirk on his face when he pulls him back in.
they’re kissing again, and there’s lightning, fireworks, shooting stars, everything all at once, crashing through nicholas’ mind. there’s a whirlwind blowing euijoo’s name in every direction of his brain, and nicholas can feel his heartbeat speeding up before his lips do. his other hand moves quickly to cup the left side of euijoo’s face, fingers brushing up in the back of his hair. he melts when euijoo’s shaky hands feel for his neck before sliding his arms over his shoulders, pulling nicholas in.
nicholas quickly removes his hands and places them on both sides of euijoo to hold himself up. the comforter euijoo’s back is pressed against twists beneath nicholas’ hands, and they break the kiss. euijoo’s hands hold the back of nicholas’ neck, thumbs brushing across his jawline. he’s completely red in the face, but there’s a look in his eyes that makes waiting for another kiss almost impossible. nicholas closes his eyes and breathes in euijoo’s soft touch on his face.
“you’ve seriously never kissed anyone?” the words are slurred and barely audible, but euijoo laughs from beneath him, so nicholas knows he heard. his eyes are still closed when euijoo replies.
“I’ve kissed you.”
I’ve kissed you.
“and I’d like to do it some more.”
nicholas wonders how his legs haven’t given out yet, how he hasn’t completely collapsed. his eyes flutter open, and wow, euijoo’s smiling underneath him, eyes asking for more–more time, more touches, more nicholas.
“can I?”
nicholas is trying to steady his breathing and keep his eyes from closing. he nods, eyes unwavering under euijoo’s heavy gaze. he’s pulling nicholas closer to him when three light taps on the door drastically change the mood of the room. nicholas goes to move away, but euijoo’s hands keep his head where it is, so his body freezes.
“who is it?” euijoo asks in a very convincing I-just-woke-up voice. nicholas wonders if he lied about never kissing anyone before.. he’s a bit too good at this.
“just wanted to make sure you guys made it.” yudai’s voice is deep. he yawns after the sentence. “let me know if you need anything. fuma and I are upstairs in the first room on the right.” euijoo thanks him, quietly, before he hears yudai’s steps slowly fade out.
“nicho,” euijoo whispers, bringing nicholas back to their position. their faces are closer than before, and nicholas can’t hide the content hum that rings throughout his body. euijoo’s smile gets slightly wider, and his hands glide smoothly down his neck and torso until they reach the hem of nicholas’ shirt. the older takes an unsteady breath in when he feels euijoo’s bare hands graze all over his abdomen and back. goosebumps cover his arms and the back of his neck.
“euijoo..” nicholas is leaning down before he even gets the name out, their lips finding each other quickly. their kiss is a dance to an impromptu song as the boys turn their heads, trace each other’s bodies, and fight back quiet, slightly embarrassing noises that threaten to escape. for both of them, there’s a sense of urgency to keep this going for as long as they can until their bodies and hearts ache so much to the point where sleep is the only cure. but there’s a worm in nicholas’ stomach, whispering doubts. what if the morning comes and euijoo regrets it all? if nicholas mentions how long he’d been waiting for this, and euijoo just blinks at him and tells him it was a one-time thing? he’s not dumb. they’re idols who don’t get much time to relax—if something is arousing in your pants and you need to take care of it, he wouldn’t put it past anyone to take the chance if another member or close idol friend offers a helping hand.
oh how he hated the thought of confrontation.
“nichol,” euijoo’s voice is layered with worry, and it’s only then he realizes their lips aren’t touching anymore. “is this wrong? did I overstep?”
“did you-“ nicholas feels himself panicking as he shakes his head, staring down at euijoo’s boba eyes, sparkling up at him in the dark. “no, no, if anyone should be asking that, it’s me.” he felt euijoo remove his hands and begin to sit up, back leaning against the wall. nicholas moves so they sit across from each other, knees touching. he clicks on the bedside lamp. “are you ok?”
euijoo nods, avoiding eye contact.
“I messed up,” nicholas finds himself saying out loud, covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry, juju, I shouldn’t have just done that out of nowhere; it isn’t fair to you.”
“what? nicholas-“
“I should have asked you directly instead of assuming, and I understand that this is completely my fault, and I wouldn’t take it personally if you wanted to trade rooms with someone or-“
“nicholas.”
removing his hands from his face, nicholas turns and looks at euijoo. his expression is serious but genuine and soft. it’s one nicholas can’t recall seeing before—so he stares as if to memorize it and add it to his mental folder of euijoo expressions. euijoo notices this and sets a steady hand on his knee.
“I love kissing you,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid the other members’ ears are perched against the bedroom door. he smiles at nicholas, who blinks at him, blush rising to his cheeks. “I’m just.. afraid I won’t be able to control myself and things might lead to something I’m not ready for..” he takes one of the pillows and places it on his lap, eyes roaming the fabric of the pillowcase. he’s turning a shade of red nicholas didn’t know was possible.
“oh- juju, no, that’s ok. I understand.” nicholas is rubbing soft circles with his thumb over euijoo’s palm, smiling at him when they make eye contact.
“I just..” he clears his throat and retracts his hand from nicholas’ hold. “um.. just let me stay like this for a moment..” he’s gripping the pillow in his hands and flushing the same red color.
“oh- okay.” nicholas stands up and turns up the speed of the fan before walking back over to the bed and standing beside it, rubbing his hand along the nape of euijoo’s neck. “is that better, juju?” he hears euijoo stifle back a quiet moan.
“don’t talk to me like that.” it’s a whisper through long, heavy breaths, euijoo’s eyes still locked on the pillow in his lap. “please, just..” he’s leaning into nicholas’ touch on his neck, and nicholas isn’t entirely sure if he should remove his hand or not.
“mm..” he clears his throat and gulps, watching euijoo’s closed eyes twitch every few seconds. “right.. sorry.” nicholas can’t look away. euijoo’s eyebrows are furrowing and unfurrowing as he squirms his hips, gripping the pillow tightly. nicholas watches him slowly move one of his hands beneath the pillow, his breathing speeding up just slightly. he watches euijoo relieve himself from below the pillow, eyes moving from the boy’s hand moving in steady motions to his face where he bites hit bottom lip, keeping his eyes closed.
nicholas’ hold on his neck has intensified, rubbing and slowly moving to his adam’s apple, massaging the area and lightly choking him when it feels right. euijoo’s breath hitches for a second before he’s quietly whispering nicholas’ name, his hand speeding up just slightly.
it’s impossible for nicholas to look away when euijoo’s mouth hangs agape as he pants quietly between nicholas’ name and other words. his hips squirm some more, and his back is arching slightly, nicholas pursing his lips at the sight. he’s glad he’s learned to control himself a little better over the last year; otherwise, he’d be on the floor in shambles.
nicholas watches euijoo’s hand speed up and his breathing get messier. his chest is heaving up and down and nicholas bites his bottom lip, telling himself to look away.
“nicholas..” euijoo moans the name, softly, and nicholas feels his legs turn to jelly, ready to collapse at any moment. he watches euijoo’s free hand grip the pillow, knuckles turning white. his hips and legs continue to squirm underneath it. “nicholas..”
nicholas wants to say something, wants to do something, wants to help–but he’s too caught up in what’s unfolding in front of him to even think about intervening. he watches as light sweat beads form on euijoo’s hairline. he listens as euijoo moans his name. he feels his heartbeat in his chest as he, too, begins to breathe a bit heavier. he feels euijoo’s neck in his hands and applies slight pressure so euijoo can moan some more, eyebrows furrowing and head leaning back against the wall.
the whine he lets out makes nicholas’ breath catch in his throat. he chokes euijoo a bit harder, resulting in another whine, slightly louder than the last.
“juju,” nicholas whispers, the nickname causing euijoo’s hand to speed up its pace even more. nicholas watches euijoo’s mouth hang open as he pants, eyes still closed. “oh, juju, you’re so beautiful.” the words are so quiet as they leave nicholas’ mouth, but he can’t hold them back; he truly loves the sight–the bulge in his pants is proof enough.
when euijoo lets out a moan, quieter than his other noises but still loud enough for nicholas to let out a long, shaky breath, his actions cease, and his back straightens against the wall. he hangs his head low and catches his breath, ears going back to that pretty shade of pink nicholas has learned to love so much.
nicholas’ hand relaxes on euijoo’s nape, and the boy on the bed turns his head to plant a soft kiss on his arm. nicholas’ whole body shudders.
“sorry..” he muffles, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry.. that was probably harder for you than it was for me..” nicholas shifts his hand to raise euijoo’s chin and force him to look at nicholas.
“it was,” he says, before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on euijoo’s lips. “but one day it won’t be.” he turns to the box of tissues on the desk in the other corner of the room and hands it to euijoo. “I’ll be in the bathroom for a bit so you can clean up without feeling embarrassed,” he goes to walk out before turning back. “and don’t knock on the door.”
euijoo laughs, surprised, before nicholas is out of the room.