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“Did you both like the result?”
“I like it, how about you guys?”
“I like it, I think it’s okay!”
“Okay, then we can keep it!” the staff mentioned as she saved the take and signaled to the camera crew that they were moving on.
“Now… we’re going to do the Overdrive challenge, aren’t we?” Dohoon stated, looking at Keonho and Seonghyeon who were already nodding enthusiastically.
Then his eyes landed on Youngjae, who seemed to have gone quiet for a moment.
“Earth to Youngjae?”
Dohoon’s voice made Youngjae jolt in surprise before he came back from his wandering thoughts, blinking a few times as if he had just been pulled back into the room.
“Y-yes… sorry. Are we going to teach them?”
“Of course we are, dummy,” Dohoon snorted lightly, nudging Youngjae’s shoulder before turning his attention to Keonho and Seonghyeon. “Come here. It’s actually pretty easy.”
He stepped toward the center of the room and clapped his hands once, gesturing for them to gather closer while the staff adjusted the camera.
“Okay, so this part is the Angtal challenge,” Dohoon began, demonstrating the first few moves with an exaggerated amount of aegyo that immediately made Keonho laugh. “You start like this, then you do the cute expression here.”
Seonghyeon tried to mirror him, though his version came out slightly stiff, which only made the others chuckle.
“And then this is the part everyone talks about,” Dohoon continued, lifting his hand and mimicking the finger-biting motion. “You both can do the finger-biting part… or whatever you guys feel comfortable doing during this part. It doesn’t have to be exactly the same.”
He then casually hooked an arm around Youngjae’s shoulder, pulling him half a step forward.
“Meanwhile, I’ll do it with Youngjae,” he added, glancing sideways at him with a small grin. “And then after that, we’ll finish the rest of the dance together.”
Youngjae nodded along as he watched Dohoon demonstrate and explain the whole choreography, his eyes following every movement carefully while the others tried to mirror the steps.
Halfway through, Dohoon suddenly paused as if something had just crossed his mind.
“Oh, I just remembered!” he said, snapping his fingers lightly. “For the third part we will do the… Boljjippang pose that’s made by Youngjae. The one right before we start the choreography.”
He turned his head toward him. “Hey, how does that sound?”
Youngjae blinked once before nodding.
“Sounds good…”
“Great! You can demonstrate to them how to do the Boljjippang pose, Youngjae-ya.”
Youngjae smiled softly before stepping forward. First, he curled both of his hands into small fists. Then he brought them together and placed them right below his chin, gently pressing them upward so his cheeks puffed out slightly between his knuckles.
“Like this,” he said, giving a tiny squeeze to his cheeks while tilting his head just a little.
Keonho immediately laughed at how cute it looked, while Seonghyeon tried copying the pose beside him.
“Like this, hyung?” Keonho asked, quickly copying the pose. He balled his hands into fists and placed them beneath his chin, squeezing his cheeks just like Youngjae had demonstrated—though his exaggerated expression made Seonghyeon burst into laughter.
Youngjae’s face brightened immediately.
“Yes, you’re a natural!” he said, giving Keonho an approving nod.
Keonho repeated the pose again despite being shy, this time with even more confidence, while Seonghyeon tried beside him, adjusting his fists under his chin as Dohoon watched with an amused grin.
“Not bad,” Dohoon commented. “Just relax your shoulders a little!”
They practiced the sequence a few more times, running through the Boljjippang pose, the aegyo gestures, and the following steps of the choreography.
After a couple of tries, one of the staff members finally raised a hand.
“Okay, I think we’re ready to film!”
The four of them quickly moved back to their starting positions as the camera was set.
“Three, two, one, action!”
The first take started with Keonho and Seonghyeon doing the finger-biting pose first while moving their shoulder cutely, earning a few amused reactions from the staff behind the camera.
And then it suddenly hit Youngjae that he hadn’t actually discussed a pose with Dohoon yet.
He glanced at Dohoon, who was watching Keonho and Seonghyeon with a proud smile—like a parent admiring their kids after teaching them something successfully.
Youngjae figured maybe they would just do the same pose the other two had done. So he stayed quiet. If anything, they would probably just do another take later.
Then their turn came.
The camera shifted toward them.
Youngjae lifted his hand, almost about to do the finger-biting pose, when suddenly Dohoon pulled him closer by the shoulder, drawing him in until their cheeks brushed against each other.
Youngjae didn’t even have time to process what had just happened before he completely froze in place.
The sudden stiffness didn’t go unnoticed.
“Cut, cut—” one of the staff laughed lightly from behind the camera.
Dohoon glanced down at Youngjae, whose eyes were still wide in surprise.
“Youngjae-yaaa,” Dohoon whined, lightly shaking his shoulder as if trying to wake him up. “What are you doing?”
Youngjae finally turned to him, staring in disbelief.
“Y-you—” he stammered. “You didn’t even tell me first!”
Youngjae quickly turned toward the staff with an apologetic bow, his ears already starting to turn red.
“I’m sorry!”
Keonho and Seonghyeon immediately waved their hands.
“It’s okay, hyung. It’s bound to happen!” Seonghyeon said encouragingly, giving him a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, first takes are always like that,” Keonho added with a small laugh.
The staff chuckled as well, signaling that it wasn’t a big deal.
Youngjae nodded awkwardly before slowly turning his head back toward Dohoon, only to find him standing there with the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Youngjae narrowed his eyes.
“What?”
“You could’ve just discussed it with me if we were going to go with a different pose!” Youngjae protested, lowering his voice but clearly flustered.
Dohoon lifted an eyebrow, clearly amused by the reaction.
“I thought you’d go along with it,” he said casually, shrugging a little. “It felt more natural that way.”
Youngjae stared at him for a moment, still looking unconvinced. “Natural for you, maybe,” he muttered under his breath.
Dohoon only chuckled softly, clearly not feeling the slightest bit guilty. “Alright, alright. Now you know.”
He lightly nudged Youngjae’s shoulder.
“Let’s try it again. Don’t freeze this time.”
And then the second take began.
Just like before, it started with Keonho and Seonghyeon. The two of them confidently did the finger-biting pose again, this time with even more energy than the first take.
Beside them, Youngjae quietly mustered his composure, inhaling once as if preparing himself. He already knew what was coming this time.
Then their part arrived.
Right on cue, Dohoon reached over and pulled Youngjae closer, his hand resting on Youngjae’s shoulder as he gently pressed their cheeks together.
Youngjae instinctively grabbed Dohoon’s shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as their cheeks brushed together.
They held the pose just long enough before smoothly transitioning into the Boljjippang pose, both bringing their fists beneath their chins and puffing their cheeks slightly.
From there, the rest of the choreography flowed naturally. The four of them moved through the challenge in sync, finishing the last beat together without any more interruptions.
As soon as the music stopped, the four of them clapped in unison, laughing lightly as they looked toward the staff.
“How was it?”
“I think this time’s great, we can keep this one!”
“Nice!”
Youngjae let out a small relieved laugh while Dohoon gave a satisfied nod.
“Good job, everyone,” Dohoon said, lightly patting Keonho and Seonghyeon on the back.
“Thank you for teaching us, hyung,” Keonho replied with a small bow.
Seonghyeon nodded as well. “Yeah, that was fun.”
“You both did really well!” Youngjae said while throwing his usual warm smile at both of them.
They exchanged a few more thanks and quick bows toward the staff before the group gradually began to disperse, each of them heading their separate ways as the filming wrapped up.
Youngjae walked a little faster through the building’s hallway, his steps echoing faintly against the polished floor as he passed by the practice rooms.
He exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair as if trying to shake off the lingering awkwardness from earlier.
“Youngjae!”
He stopped.
Youngjae let out another breath before turning around.
“What?”
Dohoon jogged a few steps to catch up with him.
“Where are you heading to? To the dorm?”
“The vocal room,” Youngjae replied. “I want to practice a little before heading to the dorm.”
Dohoon hummed, nodding slowly.
“Can I come?”
Youngjae blinked.
“What?”
Dohoon tilted his head slightly, repeating himself as if it were the most normal question in the world.
“Can I come, Youngjae-ya?”
Youngjae stayed silent for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the question.
Dohoon waited for a response, but when none came, he tilted his head slightly.
“Are you mad at me about earlier?”
“What?! No…?” Youngjae replied almost immediately, his answer coming out a little too fast. He blinked, then looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I am not…”
Dohoon watched him for a second before a small smile slowly formed on his face.
“Good,” he said simply.
Before Youngjae could even react, Dohoon reached out and grabbed his hand.
“Come on.”
“H—hey—”
But Dohoon had already started walking, gently pulling him along the hallway.
Youngjae stayed quiet, letting himself be guided without much resistance as they made their way toward the vocal room.
When they reached the vocal room, Dohoon stepped inside first. The moment Youngjae followed, Dohoon reached back and quietly locked the door.
The small click echoed in the otherwise empty room.
Youngjae frowned immediately.
“What the hell are you doing—”
Dohoon turned to face him before he could finish.
“You sure you weren’t mad at me?”
Youngjae blinked.
“You seemed like you were slightly upset because of the pose,” Dohoon continued. “And earlier you were in your own world too.”
He took a small step closer. “Did I make a mistake?” he asked. “I remember everything seemed fine before we filmed the challenge.”
Youngjae stared at him for a moment, clearly not expecting the question to turn this serious.
“I just—” Dohoon exhaled softly. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t mess something up. I want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”
Youngjae gulped, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he kept staring at Dohoon. He hadn’t expected him to take it this seriously.
For a second, Youngjae looked like he had forgotten how to respond. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides as he tried to gather his thoughts, still a little shaken by how directly Dohoon was looking at him.
Youngjae’s gaze drifted away for a second, clearly debating whether he should say anything at all.
Then he cleared his throat.
“If I tell you the reason,” he began slowly, glancing back at Dohoon, “you have to promise not to laugh at me.”
Dohoon raised an eyebrow, one hand settling on his hip as he looked at Youngjae.
“I can’t promise you that,” he said honestly. “But I’ll try.”
Youngjae immediately looked like he regretted bringing it up.
He took a deep breath before ruffling his hair, his fingers lingering there as if he could hide behind the gesture. He just stood there, hesitating, clearly debating whether he should take it back and pretend it was nothing.
But Dohoon was still waiting.
Youngjae finally dropped his hand, avoiding Dohoon’s eyes.
“I don’t know… you seemed close with them,” he muttered. “Especially Seonghyeon.”
Dohoon tilted his head slightly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused. “Of course we’re close.”
“They’re our hoobaes. I guess treating them like our little brothers is normal, isn’t it?”
“I know!” Youngjae replied quickly, almost defensively. He dragged a hand down his face in frustration before letting it fall to his side.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have let it get to me either. It was… shameless of me.”
“Youngjae,” Dohoon said.
His voice had turned firmer this time.
“Use your words properly. I don’t understand.”
Dohoon’s stern tone made Youngjae gulp. His shoulders stiffened slightly under the weight of Dohoon’s gaze, and he suddenly found the floor far more interesting to look at.
He rubbed the back of his neck again, buying himself a second before speaking.
“You know that part when he suddenly piggybacked you, you know…” Youngjae started, words spilling out faster the more nervous he got. “I mean—what’s wrong with me? I’m usually not like this. Of course you did it because you’re close—wait—”
He waved his hands awkwardly, trying to fix his own explanation.
“You know I’m usually not like this, right?”
Dohoon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he just watched Youngjae quietly for a second before asking,
“Are you jealous, Youngjae?”
Youngjae’s breath hitched.
“No! Why would I be jealous?!” he blurted out almost instantly.
But Dohoon didn’t look convinced. “Are you…” he repeated slowly, taking a step forward when the answer he wanted didn’t come. “…jealous, Youngjae-ya?”
Youngjae instinctively stepped back. Until the back of his legs bumped lightly against the electronic keyboard behind him.
By the time he realized it, Dohoon had already closed the distance between them. They were standing so close now that Youngjae could clearly see the small crease forming between Dohoon’s brows.
“Yes…?” Youngjae answered weakly, the word escaping more like a question than a confession.
And then, neither of them spoke. They simply stood there, staring at each other in the quiet vocal room. Youngjae could hear his own heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears.
And then, Dohoon suddenly burst into laughter.
The sound filled the room, breaking the tension instantly.
Youngjae blinked, stunned for half a second before he felt heat creeping up his cheeks. Realizing he was probably turning red made the embarrassment even worse.
He frowned, clearly annoyed. “What the hell are you laughing at?”
“Youngjae,” Dohoon managed between his laughs while wiping the corner of his eye. “Seonghyeon is still young. There’s no way I would fall for him.”
Youngjae crossed his arms, still leaning slightly against the piano behind him.
“You tell me,” he shot back. “You confessed to me when we were both still young too.”
The words came out more boldly than Youngjae expected. And just like that, Dohoon stopped laughing.
The amusement disappeared from his face as he looked at Youngjae again.
Youngjae hadn’t even expected the words to come out that forward. The moment they left his mouth, he felt the regret settle in almost instantly.
He stiffened, his fingers curling slightly against the edge of the electronic keyboard behind him. If he could rewind the last five seconds, he absolutely would have.
“Youngjae,”
“What?” Youngjae snapped, the embarrassment making his voice sharper than he intended. “If you don’t have anything else to say, or if you only want to tease me—“
“You’re the one who keeps telling me to hold back whenever this topic comes up,” Dohoon cut in quietly.
Youngjae stopped mid-sentence.
“But if you’re the one who’s getting jealous now,” Dohoon continued. “You can’t expect me to hold myself back from the urge to kiss you.”
Youngjae’s eyes widened in shock.
It wasn’t like Dohoon’s words came out of nowhere.
Before their debut, they had confessed to each other once. Back then, the line between them had been thin.
They had shared a few quick pecks on the lips, nothing more. Awkward, fluttering moments that felt both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
But that was as far as it ever went.
They never labeled what they had. They never had the chance to talk about it properly.
And Dohoon had always been the more touchy one.
Which was exactly why Youngjae had been the one to stop it.
He had warned Dohoon again and again to hold himself back, especially in public, especially around other people.
After that, the casual touches had slowly faded.
They still stood close sometimes, they obviously still joked around like always, but something had clearly shifted between them.
And although Youngjae would never admit it out loud, there were moments when he quietly missed it.
But his pride had always been too big to ask for it back.
Youngjae stared at Dohoon, still trying to process what he had just said.
Dohoon was staring back at him just as intently.
Neither of them moved. At least, Youngjae thought neither of them had.
Because without him realizing it, one of Dohoon’s hands had already slid forward and come to rest over Youngjae’s hand on the electronic keyboard.
Youngjae’s breath faltered slightly the moment he noticed it.
Their hands weren’t even intertwined. Dohoon’s palm was simply covering his, fingers resting lightly over Youngjae’s knuckles.
Youngjae’s gaze dropped briefly to their hands before slowly lifting back to Dohoon’s face.
But Dohoon didn’t pull away. If anything, his thumb shifted just slightly, pressing more firmly against the back of Youngjae’s hand as if grounding him there.
Youngjae swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were standing.
Before Dohoon could open his mouth again, Youngjae suddenly spoke.
“Kiss me then.”
Youngjae lifted his chin slightly, though the nervousness in his eyes gave him away.
“Don’t hold yourself back,” he added, his fingers tightening slightly against the electronic keyboard beneath Dohoon’s hand. “If the urge is already that much.”
For a split second, Dohoon just looked at him, almost as if confirming he had heard him correctly.
And of course, he didn’t need to be told twice before he dipped his head down, closing the small distance between them. His hand slid from the back of Youngjae’s hand to the side of the electronic keyboard beside him, bracing himself there as he leaned in.
Their lips met ever-so-softly.
Youngjae froze for half a heartbeat before instinct took over. His hand moved from the electronic keyboard to Dohoon’s shoulder, gripping lightly.
The kiss deepened just slightly when Dohoon tilted his head, their noses brushing.
For a moment, the years between those hesitant pecks before debut and now seemed to collapse into nothing.
Dohoon suddenly moved his hands to Youngjae’s shoulders and gently pushed him down until Youngjae ended up sitting on the electronic keyboard keys behind him. Luckily, the keyboard wasn’t turned on, so no sound broke the moment.
Youngjae barely had time to react before Dohoon stepped closer and guided his knees to open for him to stand between his knees.
The movement made Youngjae’s breath hitch.
Dohoon’s hand slid upward, his palm finding the back of Youngjae’s neck. His fingers curled there as he pulled him closer again, deepening the kiss.
This time it wasn’t as hesitant as before.
Youngjae instinctively grabbed onto Dohoon’s shirt, his fingers tightening in the fabric as their lips moved against each other. The angle forced him to tilt his head slightly upward while Dohoon leaned down, their foreheads almost brushing between breaths.
Dohoon’s thumb pressed lightly against the side of Youngjae’s neck as he held him there, as if afraid he might pull away.
But Youngjae didn’t. He leaned into it more.
The small movement seemed to be all the encouragement Dohoon needed.
He claimed Youngjae’s lips again, this time with far less restraint. The kiss grew deeper as if the hesitation that once lingered between them had finally dissolved. Their pace quickened, breaths growing uneven between each meeting of their lips.
Youngjae let out a muffled moan against Dohoon’s mouth before his arms slowly lifted, wrapping around the back of Dohoon’s neck.
The movement pulled Dohoon even closer.
Dohoon responded almost instinctively, his hand at Youngjae’s nape tightening slightly as he tilted his head, kissing him again and again as though making up for every moment they had spent pretending nothing had ever happened between them.
Youngjae’s fingers curled lightly into the hair at the back of Dohoon’s head. Neither of them seemed willing to be the first to pull away.
Dohoon kissed him so intensely that Youngjae’s body rocked backward more than once, his balance shifting slightly on the electronic keyboard beneath him.
But Youngjae didn’t seem to mind.
The force of the kiss stole the air from his lungs until a soft gasp finally slipped out between their lips.
“Dohoon-ah…”
His voice came out breathless, barely more than a whisper.
Dohoon didn’t seem like he had any intention of stopping anytime soon. Instead, Hearing his name seemed to push him further. He tilted his head and kissed Youngjae again, slower for a moment before the urgency returned, as though he had waited too long to be this close again.
Youngjae’s arms tightened around Dohoon’s neck, fingers curling slightly into the fabric at his collar as he tried to keep up with the pace of the kiss. His back brushed the edge of the electronic keyboard as he leaned away for a split second just to breathe—
—but Dohoon followed immediately, closing the distance again.
Their foreheads briefly knocked together before Dohoon kissed him once more.
This kiss was nothing like the ones they had shared during their early debut days.
Back then, it had only been quick pecks.
But this time was different. There was no hesitation left between them.
Dohoon kissed him slowly at first, but the depth of it made Youngjae’s chest rise sharply. Their lips moved against each other with a familiarity that felt both new and strangely overdue, like something they had unknowingly been saving for years.
The kiss stayed warm and intense that way for a while, neither of them really willing to slow down.
At one point Youngjae’s fingers slid up into Dohoon’s hair, gripping it without thinking when the kiss grew a little deeper, the sudden tug making Dohoon pause for half a heartbeat before continuing.
The reaction pulled a soft moan from him.
Youngjae’s shoulders tensed slightly at the sound, but instead of letting go, his arms tightened again around Dohoon’s neck. The movement drew them even closer, their bodies nearly pressed together while Dohoon leaned over him.
When they finally pulled apart, Youngjae instinctively parted his lips, expecting Dohoon to take a breath.
But instead of pulling away, Dohoon dipped his head again.
This time his lips didn’t return to Youngjae’s mouth.
They brushed along the side of his jaw before trailing lower, pressing soft kisses along the curve of his neck.
Youngjae’s breath caught immediately.
“D—Dohoon…”
But Dohoon simply continued, peppering small lingering kisses along Youngjae’s neck as if he had been waiting years to do exactly this. His hand at the back of Youngjae’s neck kept him close while the other steadied himself against the electronic keyboard beside him.
Youngjae tilted his head back without realizing it, giving him more space as his fingers tightened slightly in Dohoon’s hair again.
“Dohoon-ah…” he breathed, his voice sounded this time, almost helpless.
“Yes, baby?”
The answer came so naturally that Youngjae’s brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment.
His face turned even redder. “W-why are you—” Youngjae tried to protest, but his voice faltered when Dohoon’s lips brushed his neck again.
Dohoon clearly had no intention of stopping.
In fact, he seemed far too comfortable there, his lips occasionally brushing the sensitive spot beneath Youngjae’s ear before drifting back down again. The hand at Youngjae’s nape tightened slightly, keeping him close.
“You’re the one who told me not to hold back,” Dohoon murmured against his skin.
Youngjae shut his eyes briefly, his fingers tightening in Dohoon’s hair again without realizing it.
“I didn’t mean—like this,” he muttered weakly, though he made absolutely no move to push Dohoon away.
Dohoon let out a quiet hum against his neck, the sound vibrating softly against Youngjae’s skin.
“It doesn’t sound like you want me to stop either,” he murmured.
Youngjae opened his eyes slightly, only to find Dohoon still impossibly close. The warmth of his breath brushed his neck every time he spoke, making it harder for Youngjae to keep his thoughts straight.
“That’s not—” Youngjae started, but the sentence fell apart when Dohoon pressed another slow kiss just below his ear.
His grip in Dohoon’s hair tightened again.
Youngjae immediately realized it and sucked in a soft moan, totally embarrassed by how instinctive the reaction was.
“Dohoon…”
Dohoon finally lifted his head just enough to look at him.
Up close, Youngjae’s face was completely flushed. His eyes slightly unfocused, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His arms were still loosely wrapped around Dohoon’s neck, as if he had forgotten they were even there.
Dohoon couldn’t help himself. He captured Youngjae’s lips again, this time more firmly, pressing against him with deliberate insistence. Their tongues tangled together in a deep, consuming kiss that stole the air from both of them.
Youngjae’s hands tightened around Dohoon’s neck instinctively, pulling him even closer. The heat between them was undeniable, the long-suppressed tension of years dissolving in the press of lips and the quickening rhythm of their breaths.
“Hmmmph—“ Youngjae let out a muffled sound, the noise escaping him as Dohoon’s tongue pressed insistently against his. His head tilted back slightly, giving Dohoon better access as his fingers raked lightly through Dohoon’s hair, gripping tighter without even realizing it.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths coming in uneven bursts as the intensity of the kiss made his mind go blank. Every nerve ending seemed alive, and the warmth of Dohoon against him made it impossible to think about anything else.
Finally, they pulled back just enough to breathe. A thin string of saliva connected them for a brief second before snapping, leaving both of them blinking at each other, a little startled and more aware than ever of how heated things had become.
Youngjae’s fingers still clung loosely to Dohoon’s hair, and his cheeks burned even hotter than before. Dohoon, on the other hand, gave a small mischievous smirk, his thumb brushing lightly along Youngjae’s jaw as if testing the waters.
“Does that mean I’m allowed to not hold myself back more in the future?” Dohoon asked, the corner of his lips curling into that familiar playful grin.
Youngjae’s eyes widened instantly, and his breath hitched. He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening slightly in Dohoon’s hair, unsure if it was from anticipation or embarrassment.
“You—don’t take this the wrong way,” Youngjae stammered, his voicr came out a little shaky, “but I—uh—I don’t know if I can handle that…”
Dohoon chuckled softly, leaning in closer so their foreheads nearly touched. “Oh, I think you can,” he murmured. “You’ve held yourself back for too long already. Maybe it’s time you let me have my way a little.”
Youngjae’s stomach dropped, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Dohoon’s grin widened mischievously.
“You know,” Dohoon whispered, his lips just inches from Youngjae’s ear, “I’ve been thinking about all the things I could do if you really let me…”
Youngjae froze, heat pooling in his chest and ears. “Like what?” he asked nervously, trying to sound brave but failing miserably.
Dohoon’s eyes darkened slightly with amusement, and he brushed his lips along Youngjae’s jaw, down toward his neck again. “Oh… so many things,” he murmured, letting his warm breath tickle the sensitive skin. “I wonder… how far I could get before you push me away?”
Youngjae yelped as he instinctively punched Dohoon lightly in the chest. “D-Dohoon! Stop it!”
Dohoon laughed, a low, teasing sound that made Youngjae’s heart race even faster. “Oh? That’s all you’ve got?” he teased, letting his thumb brush again along Youngjae’s jaw. “I don’t think you realize just how much fun this could be…”
Youngjae groaned, burying his face briefly in Dohoon’s shoulder, both frustrated and flustered. “Stop teasing me!”
Dohoon only smirked, clearly enjoying every second of Youngjae’s flustered state, his hands and lips poised to continue their relentless teasing.
“I will do anything for my little furball.”