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“Are you actually upset I didn't do it with you?” Hyunjin’s voice came through the phone, and Minho grunted in response.
He pushed himself up by the elbow, adjusting his position on the couch. “I was looking forward to it, and you broke my heart a little, but it’s fine now.”
“Uhm,” Hyunjin shuffled, one hand holding the pepero sticks in his pocket and the other one on the phone. “Are you sure…? Because I thought I should make it up to you.”
“Huh?”
“I’m at the door, Hyung.”
Minho went to open it for him, and chuckled when he saw him standing there with the pepero box pressed against his cheek, blinking cutely at him.
“I couldn’t let my favourite hyung stay sad.” Hyunjin said, “Wanna play pepero with me?”
“Your favourite, huh?”
Hyunjin pretended he didn’t say that part, and walked past him into the apartment. “Also, uhm, is Hannie here or are you here alone…?”
“He’s on a shopping date with Innie, why do you ask?”
“Just,” Hyunjin puffed his cheeks with a shrug, it’d be embarrassing if someone saw him doing this just to make Minho happy.
“Well, get in here.” Minho tipped his chin at the spot in front of him, and Hyunjin listened easily, standing with the dining table behind him and Minho a little too close in front of him. But that’s the point, no? How would they share a pepero otherwise?
He naturally leaned back and sat on the edge of the table, which made him look up at Minho, and he didn’t hate how that made him feel.
Minho took the box from his grasp, a strawberry flavored one. “You only brought one box?”
“You’re greedy, hyung.” Hyunjin gave a short sweet laugh.
“I tend to be like that with you.” Minho said and Hyunjin scowled as he usually does when he can’t react to Minho’s flirting.
“Open up.” Minho casually pressed on Hyunjin’s chin, and placed one end of the pepero between Hyunjin’s teeth.
If Hyunjin felt a sudden spark at that, then it was a coincidence. He had no reaction playing pepero with the others.
He decided to remain still and let Minho dive in, and Minho did it with ease, taking bites like it didn’t make him nervous that they were this close– so maybe the tension was just in Hyunjin’s head.
Minho slowed when he was less than an inch away, bit down a last time and placed his palm under his chin to catch the small piece left of the stick.
“That was easy.” Minho chewed the piece. “How come you didn’t want to do it on stage?”
Hyunjin nibbled on his lower lip. “You’re high risk,” He attempted a laugh, “You would probably, like, actually kiss me and create a scandal.”
Minho raised his brows. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.”
With a smooth move, Minho bit into another stick, and gestured for Hyunjin to take the opposite end.
A scent of spearmint hit Hyunjin’s nose, probably Minho’s toothpaste, and it sent a sweet shiver down the younger’s back. He wondered for a split second how it would taste.
Minho’s neck ached a bit from having to bend down towards Hyunjin, so he tangled his fingers into Hyunjin’s hair, and gently tugged down, making Hyunjin raise his chin. This position was better.
Oh. Hyunjin’s stomach folded in half, he didn’t realise how fast he followed his orders; pliantly.
He jerked back and split the stick too soon, his teeth crushing it unintentionally. Minho snickered and finished it on his own. “You won’t even play it properly?”
“No– I accidentally broke it. I’ll be careful this time.”
He held himself perfectly still as Minho placed another piece between them.
It was followed by a few more, and it took great effort not to move as he let Minho finish them; Minho’s lips almost brushed his own each time, and it gave him a weird jolt.
It accumulated, as if each touch of Minho is making the effect of the last one stronger.
“How– how many are still left…?” Hyunjin said after he licked the strawberry chocolate off his lips.
“Hmm, two.” Minho showed him the box, and Hyunjin wanted to sigh in relief.
He dared to take the lead with this one, putting it between puckered lips and leaning towards Minho, and that spurred Minho on.
On the last bite, Minho aimed to get as much pepero as he could, beat his last score. He miscalculated and leaned in too close. His teeth closed hard on Hyunjin’s lower lip.
“Ahh—” A sound broke from Hyunjin, a whimper as sweet as honey.
Minho’s mind froze. It sounded needy.
“Shit, sorry, Hyunjinnie.” Minho pulled off, realising now that his hands are on the table on either side of Hyunjin; like he’s caging him in.
Hyunjin stroked his lower lip, a red glow covering his cheeks. “No, it’s– it’s okay, hyung. There’s only one left, so we should… get it done with.”
“But didn’t that hurt you?” Minho noticed how his lips trembled lightly.
“A little bit. I still want to finish it, so can we..?” The problem is that it hurt in a good way, and Hyunjin can’t share that, so he simply wanted to complete his task and return to his apartment (where he can freak out safely).
“Alright,” Minho reminded himself to be cautious this time, and positioned the pepero between them.
He chewed smoothly, even when Hyunjin’s jaw tensed and it moved the pepero a bit. With a couple more bites, he decided he’ll break it with more than an inch remaining, since he didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.
He did split it, and was about to pull back, when he felt a tug on his shirt keeping him close.
“Hm?” Minho automatically finished the biscuit in his mouth and furrowed his brows at Hyunjin.
What’s with that tug?
Hyunjin’s gaze was on his lips, then flickered up to his eyes, but he couldn’t even hold it for a split second, like he was caught.
He observed Hyunjin now with clear eyes; when did he get so red?
“Is this why…” Minho muttered, not attempting to pull back.
“Why what?”
“Why you wanted to do it with no audience around?” Minho asked, and felt Hyunjin’s fist hold his shirt more firmly.
“You’re all shades of pink right now.”
Hyunjin was about to say something, an uncreative lie or quick excuse, but Minho cut him off with a decisive kiss.
His lips moved against Hyunjin’s steadily, turning those harmless grazes into a proper, real kiss.
Hyunjin wished he could stifle the noises that spilled out of him, but whatever Minho’s doing was unravelling him— why was his hyung such a good kisser?
He imagined this sometimes, years ago, when they had just debuted and he had the loudest crush on Minho; younger him would’ve lost his mind. Hell, he’s realising he might’ve never gotten over that crush.
Minho’s palm went for his nape, and Hyunjin gasped softly and started kissing back. His eyes squeezed shut as he melted against Minho’s actions, he had no plans of stopping him; of stopping this.
His heartbeats jumped up as Minho placed a sturdy hand on his waist and squeezed, pulling him close until Minho was standing between his parted legs.
He’s kissing him with intention now, biting and dragging his teeth at his lips in a way that made Hyunjin’s head spin.
“Hyung, Minho hyung–” Hyunjin muttered loosely, talking before he had the chance to think. “Kiss me please.”
There was a halt and Hyunjin could tell Minho was smiling into the kiss. What was he doing just now? “You’re really cute, you know that, Hyunjinnie?”
The shiver that ran through his spine made him spring up, and Minho saw it as a sign to kiss deeper, brushing his tongue against Hyunjin’s sensitive one.
Hyunjin felt warm all over, a certain feeling washing through him, and he wanted more.
There was a sound of tapping, so slight Hyunjin almost ignored it, but the swish of the door opening shocked him back to reality.
“Hyung–!” Hyunjin choked out, pushing Minho off and looking up at him with big eyes.
“Fuck, I know.” Minho’s hands went under Hyunjin and lifted him up, so quick Hyunjin didn’t register it and just wrapped around him.
“What,” Hyunjin spat out as the ground moved underneath him, heading towards Minho’s room.
The door to his room shut right after, and Minho gently plopped him onto the bed.
“But, why…?” Hyunjin took a short look around, as if to ask why he brought them to the room exactly.
“You’re a complete mess right now.” A very pretty one, but still. “If Hannie saw you, that would be as good as us exposing… whatever this is.”
Minho’s sure he himself is blushing too, but he’s not ready to admit that.
“Oh, right.” Hyunjin pushed himself further back, into the center of the bed. His skin buzzed with craving, pressing his lips together in an attempt to calm the need to be kissed.
But he doesn’t have to, because Minho was already turning the key and locking the door, looking at Hyunjin for a signal if he wanted to resume this.
Hyunjin threw his head back on Minho’s pillow, and met his eyes with a shy smile. It was enough of a response.
Outside the room, Han finished carrying the shopping bags to his own bedroom and went to the kitchen to reheat his leftovers, but he found an unfamiliar box on the ground.
“Pepero?” He turned it over in his hand. “Strawberry pepero? That’s just mean of him, didn’t even leave me a stick?”