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Seonghyeon gave up on the topic of his height exactly 2 months ago.
1.75cm, he thought—okay that’s it.
Well.. he was wrong.
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The interview ended exactly 5 minutes ago and CORTIS were now backstage getting ready to finally go home after a long day.
Martin was humming to some random song he has been thinking of all week. Keonho was putting on his favorite sweater.
While James, Juhoon—and Seonghyeon.
James looked at Seonghyeon, squinting his eyes as if he was staring at an unsolved true crime case, “Yah—Eom Seonghyeon, did you grow?”, James exclaimed.
His sudden outburst, of course, got the attention of all the members.
“I really don’t think so..” Seonghyeon said.
Martin walked towards the boy who was the spotlight, “nah—you definitely grew” he stated.
Keonho on the other hand, he didn’t really say anything, he just casually listened.
The other boys were still inspecting Seonghyeon’s height.
Juhoon, was now standing shoulder to shoulder, in an awkward position, next to Seonghyeon to compare their heights.
And yes—the speculation was in fact true: Seonghyeon has grown.
“Oh—that’s possible?” the boy asked, which in return he got a sarcastic scoff from James, “don’t rub it in”.
The chatter about the growth of Seonghyeon quieted down, and they all made their way to the car waiting outside for them.
Except, Keonho couldn’t get the sudden change out of his mind.
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They arrived at their dorms.
James and Juhoon were chatting about the specific, weird questions from the interviewer. While martin was looking at something on his phone.
Keonho hasn’t said anything since the talk backstage—and Seonghyeon noticed.
Seonghyeon moved closer to Keonho, bending down just a little bit to match the height of the younger, “you fine?” he asked, and Keonho nodded, not saying anything else.
Seonghyeon really didn’t wanna push: he wanted answers, on why Keonho was suddenly acting all calm, quiet, and still.
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Keonho was laying in his bed, all alone in the shared room of Martin, Seonghyeon and his.
The others were in the living room, watching something on TV which Keonho really wasn’t in the mood for.
He thought about Seonghyeon, he didn’t really notice the change in his height or physique until James had to point it out—and now that was all he could think about.
A soft knock on the door was heard, “come in” Keonho uttered.
Seonghyeon came in, he was wearing a white tank top which fit around his torso perfectly, showing of his slim figure—but also his arms, which you could clearly tell, that Seonghyeon works out.
“Hey, I wanted to ask if everything is really fine—“ seonghyeon asked, “—look if I did something wrong then please tell me” he added.
Seonghyeon was standing by the door, not daring to even move an in closer.
Keonho stood up, didn’t break of the intense eye contact and made his way over to the elder.
Seonghyeon looked down, just a little bit. As Keonho stood in front of the boy, he finally noticed the small height difference: A chill ran down his spine.
“I’m—“, he was about to say fine, but he really didn’t wanna lie to his best friend.
“Want me to be honest?” Keonho asked, to which Seonghyeon nodded.
Keonho sighed, “you suddenly being taller then me makes me feel some typa way” he said.
Seonghyeon didn’t react, he steadied the same intense gaze and kept on looking at keonho.
The younger boy got scared for a second—what if he said too much. What if he ruined everything. What if—
He felt arms sneak around his waist, and with a powerful pull he was too close to his 'best friend’.
“Tell me what it does to you, you know, me being taller” seonghyeon murmured.
Keonho felt it: Seonghyeon’s arms around his slim waist. His breath against his neck. He tried to relax himself.
“Please” seonghyeon added, quietly.
Keonho melted at the sudden beg, but he tried to stay composed.
He coughed, “you being taller—is something I didn’t know I needed” Keonho started slow, just to see how seonghyeon reacts at the small praises.
Seonghyeon buried his face in the crook of Keonho’s neck, “continue”, he said while planting small kisses.
Keonho jumped at the sudden touch, “I guess—I just needed it to be true” he continued.
He could physically feel seonghyeon smile against his skin. But he didn’t let that stop him—because the more he complimented the elder: the closer he got pulled by the waist and he loved the feeling of it.
“I like it”, keonho whispered, seonghyeon suddenly stopped and looked up to meet keonho’s eyes, “you do?” seonghyeon asked.
Keonho nodded, “makes me feel smaller, I like the feeling of being in your arms like this”.
Seonghyeon smiled, not a normal smile—a full one, where his dimples got visible, and oh god, keonho loved this man.
Keonho didn’t stop, “I like looking up at you like this, makes me feel certain things”, seonghyeon blushed and his face once again found Keonho’s neck, “stop” he said.
Keonho giggled, “why? You like it” he mumbled, and seonghyeon sighed and nodded, “I do.”
Seonghyeon looked at him.
“There it is” keonho murmured, eyes flicking upward, “that damn look”
Seonghyeon looked confused, “what ‘damn’ look?” He asked.
“The ‘I wanna kiss you’ look”
A faint flush crept across Seonghyeon’s face, but he didn’t step back. If anything, he leaned closer, close enough that Keonho could feel his breath against his mouth.
“You talk too much,” Seonghyeon said quietly.
“And you stare too much.”
“Can you blame me?”
The words settled between them, heavy and charged. God, the height difference was unbearable up close.
“You like this, don’t you?” Seonghyeon asked softly.
Keonho smirked. “You towering over me? Maybe a little.”
“A little?”
Before Keonho could answer, Seonghyeon kissed him.
It was slow at first—careful, almost teasing—but the second Keonho grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down harder, something in Seonghyeon snapped. The kiss deepened instantly, heated and breathless, all restrained tension finally breaking apart.
Keonho let out a quiet sound against his mouth when Seonghyeon backed him against the wall. Seonghyeon’s body pressed close, solid and warm, his height turning every movement into something intense. Keonho could feel the way Seonghyeon bent down just to keep kissing him, could feel the subtle strength in the hand gripping his waist.
“Fuck,” Keonho whispered when they finally broke apart.
Seonghyeon rested his forehead against his for a second, breathing unevenly. Then, with a small, dangerous smile,
“Still only a little?” seonghyeon asked,
“Asshole.”