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Sunwoo is almost ready to leave the apartment for a quick grocery store run when he feels a strong force pull at the jacket he's in the process of sliding his arms into. An embarrassing yelp leaves his mouth as he barely retains his balance while getting dragged backwards until the jacket slips off Sunwoo's body completely.
Sunwoo turns around and is met with his roommate's big round eyes staring right back at him. The jacket drops to the floor with a soft thud as the other boy unclenches his fist from around it. "I need your help," he says in an urgent tone.
Sunwoo only squints his eyes and scrunches his eyebrows hearing those words.
Changmin asking for help? Now this could have many different outcomes Sunwoo doesn't want to explore the possibility of. Many of them make him shudder. And not for any good reasons.
"Do I even have a say in this?" Sunwoo asks instead, dispirited. Once Changmin wants something there's no way Sunwoo can say no to him and the elder knows it. Or maybe he doesn't. It'd be better if Changmin didn't realise how much power he holds over Sunwoo.
All Changmin does is give him a wide grin in return adorned by a dimple, taking it as a yes. He spins on his heel and runs back to where he emerged from, giving Sunwoo no other choice but to follow in his steps.
Once Sunwoo walks into Changmin's room he sees dimly lit space, scented candles filling the air with notes of patchouli and lavender. Changmin's single bed has been pushed to the centre, a pretty pink soft looking blanket thrown over it and two plush pillows lay by the headrest. On the nightstand by the bed positions a tray with many random objects Sunwoo can't pinpoint the common similarities of use for. And before Sunwoo can get any silly ideas in his head, he spots the camera set up on a tripod, angled at the bed perfectly. Two very professional looking microphones stay set up at the sides of the bed as well, Sunwoo notices now, as his eyesight gets used to the shadows and is able to make out the dark lines of the equipment.
"Do you need me to check out the sound settings like last time?" Sunwoo looks back at Changmin, the dark brown haired boy fiddling with controls on his laptop set up on a desk by the furthest wall.
It's quite a common occurrence for Changmin to ask Sunwoo for a favour with things like this here and there since he's majoring in music production and sound engineering. Sunwoo's always happy to help his friends, Changmin's thankful smile being his favourite reward. The shoutouts he gets in the description box under videos Changmin uploads on his channel often followed by a string of cute emojis are nice too.
"No.. Actually yes!" Changmin responds, squirming around awkwardly. "And I need you to fill in for Jaehyun hyung," he spits at last. His eyes bigger than ever, pleading.
"Jaehyun hyung? He was supposed to be here? But isn't he out with Chanhee hyung right now?" Sunwoo asks confused, pretty sure he saw Jaehyun brag on his close friends Instagram story that he's finally out of friendzone. The single line of text written over a shaky picture of a boy whom undoubtedly could be no one other than Chanhee.
"Ugh! I knew it! Those traitors.." Changmin stands up at once, fists closed tightly by his sides. "I'll get back at them.." he mutters under his breath. Resembling a rather cute in its anger fit squirrel.
"Whatever.." A deep sigh that follows after stretches out in the quiet room. "Can you lie down and just let me do my thing? You're not busy right now, are you?" Changmin looks at Sunwoo, nerves subsided, resignation taking over. As if Sunwoo could deny his request in a moment like this and the elder is just bracing himself for it. The pitiful sight pulls at his heartstrings and Sunwoo ends up sitting on the bed faster than he physically deemed himself the ability to move.
A relieved smile immediately makes its return to Changmin's face, Sunwoo's heart somersaults in response.
"Jaehyun hyung promised to help me with filming a video for my ASMR series in exchange for using the skincare products he's received in some PR package so his lazy ass doesn't have to spend time on that. He's even dropped the package earlier this week and I've got everything ready for today.. And now I find out he's not only running late but totally bailing on me," Changmin explains in that animated fashion of his. "I swear to God, they both better have a good excuse for this. If it's what I think it is.." The older boy trails off.
"What?" Changmin's eyes widen at the interruption, as if he forgot Sunwoo was there in the room with him.
"Nothing. I'll make sure to deal with the both of them later." An evil glint of revenge in Changmin's eye makes Sunwoo shut up at once.
Changmin pushes gently on the younger's shoulders, directing him to lie down comfortably on the soft surface of the bed. Sunwoo complies and finds himself sinking in the cushiony pillows, relaxing instantly.
Maybe this won't be so bad.
Changmin leaves his side for a short while and when he comes back there's a pair of wired earphones dangling about around his long neck and two small clip on mics in his hand.
"The cameras are rolling," Changmin informs upon facing the younger again. "I'm going to place the mics on you now. Try not to squirm around during the recording, they might get displaced and not pick up the sound properly."
"I don't squirm..!" Sunwoo argues back but any words he's had the intention of speaking die in his throat once Changmin leans over his body and begins to secure the clip on mics to his t-shirt, proportionally where his clavicles would be visible if not obscured by the material. Sunwoo's breath hitches at the sudden change in proximity, the scent of Changmin's herbal shampoo mixed with subtle musky aroma of his perfume makes him slightly lightheaded.
"Here." Changmin's fingers graze the sliver of bare skin above the neckline of the t-shirt once he retreats his hands and Sunwoo feels a slight shiver go through his body. Changmin looks up at him, bangs falling over his eyes slightly, one of his eyebrows going up at the action, a corner of his lip turning up smugly.
"Shut up." Pink splashes on Sunwoo's cheeks, now cautious of his every move.
Oh god.
This is bad. This is very bad.
Sunwoo squeezes his eyes shut and tells himself to breathe. He doesn't want to look like a corpse just laying there motionlessly or worse to hyperventilate once he lets the emotions overwhelm him.
Changmin's busy doing his usual greeting for the ASMR series and Sunwoo lets the calming sound of the older boy's whispers guide him into the right state of mind. Ha.
But truth to be said Sunwoo does find Changmin's voice to ground him. He hasn't ever mentioned it to Changmin, Sunwoo would rather have the ground swallow him whole, mind you, but he loves to watch his content. The ASMR series especially (if you don't count the dancing videos Changmin posts but it's the kind of eye candy that's not a part of the discussion right now.)
"We have my dear friend Sunwoo joining us today," Changmin looks away from the camera and gives Sunwoo a warm smile. "I'll try my best to take care of you. I hope you enjoy," he says, his gaze growing softer the longer he looks at the younger. "And, of course, I hope you guys enjoy as well," Changmin looks back at the camera, his head tilted cutely. "Now, make sure to get comfortable and that you're listening using earphones for the best experience. Let's begin!"
Before Changmin begins the whole skincare process he places a bright red headband on Sunwoo's head, successfully keeping his hair out of the way. His touches are gentle and featherlight with the way he traces Sunwoo's features one by one and makes soft mouth sounds for the sake of the video.
Sunwoo keeps his eyes closed and lets the heavenly sensations overcome his remaining senses. He's only ever dreamt of this happening to him like countless times.
First step is to cleanse so Changmin places little foamy blobs on his forehead, cheeks and chin then begins to massage in slow motions.
Once he's done Changmin wipes the remaining of the product with a warm towel.
"It might be a little cold," Changmin warns before he places toner pads on Sunwoo's face.
Next, a sheet mask is put on carefully in their place. Once Sunwoo's skin is drinking in the complex of ingredients promising to revitalise and brighten up his complexion, suddenly Sunwoo's eyes fly open at the unexpected sharpness to his cheek.
"Okay, Sunwoo, tell me if what you're feeling is soft or sharp," Changmin prompts, mischief dancing on his features. He's holding up a spiky face roller in one hand and a big lilac feather in other.
"Sharp," Sunwoo answers, his brows still furrowed in surprise at the teasing. Changmin just motions for him to close his eyes again.
This time there's something soft sliding alongside the slope of Sunwoo's collarbone and neck, tickling his ear in the process as well. "Soft."
Sunwoo opens his eyes and is met with a satisfied look on Changmin's face. He smiles back weakly, not wanting to mess up the sheet mask. Not because he's taking his sweet time to ogle Changmin from up close with the excuse of not being able to move much or anything.
It continues like this for a few minutes, until the mask has served its purpose and is tossed aside. Changmin applies, thick in its formula, serum that he dabs in patiently into Sunwoo's skin after.
The touch of Changmin's hands caressing his face is something Sunwoo wishes he could have on the daily basis, not just for the purpose of the video. His heart speeds up at the thought of having Changmin drag along his body in a different context. Wait what..? Calm down! Sunwoo urges himself to not let his mind drift into the dangerous territory. At least not here, not now. He blushes and hopes it's not visible in the dimly lit room.
The process is the same with moisturiser and Sunwoo lays there obediently, knowing that it will all be over soon. The recording flew by and Sunwoo's been on the verge of falling asleep for a good half of it. The other half he's spent freaking out, but none's got to know.
The last step of the routine is putting on a lip mask. Sunwoo looks up at Changmin once he hears the older tap slowly on the packaging of it, announcing what's to happen.
Changmin's focused as he opens the lid and tears off the sealing film. He grabs a tiny spatula and dips it into the little jar.
Changmin then swiftly puts the jar back on the nightstand and leans in closer to apply the lip balm to Sunwoo's lips. Sunwoo begs his heart not to jump out of his chest as his personal space is being invaded by Changmin for the nth time in the past hour.
Changmin's gaze is set on Sunwoo's plump lips, a little parted now, as the younger's breath has sped up noticeably. Both of them are sporting rosy cheeks but neither of them speak of it.
Sunwoo's eyes keep tracing the almond shape of Changmin's eyes, the mole next to his eye, his lip. His cute little button nose and the indent of his dimple. The significantly thinner but still inviting looking softness of his lips.
At the first spread of the lip balm against his lips Sunwoo can smell the strong scent of strawberries. It's rather pleasant and doesn't give off the tangy artificial smell like many he's tried in the past. Sunwoo darts his tongue out and licks at it and is surprised how the lip mask tastes just like strawberry candy as well.
Sunwoo doesn't notice how Changmin's eyes follow that movement with sharp eyes.
Instead Sunwoo closes his eyes for one last time and savours how Changmin pampers him with the same game of soft and sharp again.
The spiky roller glides on his forehead, the fluffy feather runs up and down his cheeks.
And then there's a soft and a little damp totally new trigger that lands on the tip of his nose. And the apple his cheek. Now scarlet red, as Sunwoo forces his eyes to open and almost goes crosseyed at the view in front of him. He must've accidentally fallen asleep because this surely is a dream.
Changmin's looking at him with intent, his pupils completely blown and it's not because of how dark the room is.
"Can I..?" Changmin starts but Sunwoo nods faster than the other boy can finish his question.
The next thing Sunwoo knows is Changmin is kissing him. It's like the contact of their lips, sliding wetly against each other, makes it as if all of Changmin has entered Sunwoo's bloodstream in a split second, his blood boiling. Sunwoo feels him everywhere, Changmin is all over him. Quite literally, Changmin climbs on the bed and on top of Sunwoo.
Sunwoo puts his hands on Changmin's waist, the other sighing contently at that development. Changmin angles his head and deepens the kiss, his fingers find their way into Sunwoo's hair, completely discarding the headband while at it.
"Yo! Don't be mad I'm late-" They jump apart at the sudden interruption, Changmin falling off the bed in the process. "Oh! I see our plan worked!" Jaehyun laughs loudly, his eyes crinkling in the corners at the sight before him. Chanhee peeks over his shoulder looking like he's also having the time of his life at the expense of his best friend.
"Get out!" Changmin yells, his ears turning red from both embarrassment and anger.
"You two can thank us later!" Jaehyun throws over his shoulder as both him and Chanhee scurry away, the door shutting loudly behind them.
"So.. I guess you've fallen for me?" Leaves Sunwoo's mouth and that earns him a well deserved eye roll at the lame pun.
"If you're asking if I like you, I do. I have for a while," Changmin confesses once he's seated in Sunwoo's lap again.
Oh.
Oh.
"Oh," Sunwoo says eloquently, completely mesmerised by how bashful Changmin looks. It's probably the first time he's experiencing this Changmin. His body securely weighing him down, warming him up. "This isn't a dream, right?" Changmin gives him one of his beautiful smiles, his dimples full on display and all.
"Are you going to kiss me more or not?"
And who's Sunwoo, if not someone entirely bewitched by the boy in front of him, to deny his sweet plea?