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And there it was, once again.
Louis couldn’t take his eyes off his hyung's beautiful lips while he talked animatedly.
The truth was, Woojin’s lips were so beautiful and looked so appetizing that he couldn't stop staring at them.
Louis wanted with all his might to taste those plump yet delicate lips.
But he was afraid.
He had a beautiful friendship with the dark-haired boy, one he didn't want to throw away because of his need to taste the elder's lips.
That was why he always scolded himself mentally whenever he realized he had been watching Woojin's lips for too long.
But it was impossible not to. They looked so appetizing and soft that the urge to press his own lips against the other’s was overpowering.
Still, his self-control wouldn't let him do it.
"Lou, are you listening to me?" Woojin's voice pulled him from his thoughts, as he had grown worried when Louis didn't answer his calls.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, hyung," he looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him like that.
They were in the elder's apartment, in his room, chatting about trivial things and spending the afternoon together as they usually did.
They shared some laughs while drinking a delicious cup of hot chocolate.
Even though Louis tried to hide his glances at Woojin's lips, he couldn't.
He would be left dazed the second they started moving.
It was like a magic spell; he couldn't tear his eyes away even if he wanted to. But he didn't even want to.
He felt his self-control drifting far away, and unconsciously, he began to lean toward the elder.
Being sprawled out on the owner of the house's bed with only a short distance between them made it easier.
And although he wanted to pull away and try to suppress his desire for the other’s lips, he couldn't.
And he didn't want to, either.
Woojin's eyes watched him, curious and with a little sparkle, as he leaned in slowly.
"Is something wrong, Louis?" he asked when the other was only a few centimeters from his face.
"Hyung, your lips are very beautiful," he whispered without taking his eyes off them.
A soft laugh escaped Woojin's rosy lips.
"Oh, really?" he asked, amused.
He wasn't stupid; he knew his younger friend wanted to taste his lips.
Let’s just say the looks he had been giving them weren't very discreet.
He licked them to tease the younger boy, who unconsciously did the same.
"Yes, very beautiful," he whispered, mere millimeters from brushing the elder's lips.
Tired of waiting, Woojin closed the almost non-existent distance between them, pulling them into a soft and slow kiss.
Louis let out a sigh of satisfaction as he tasted Woojin’s lips, which had a sweet touch thanks to the chocolate they were both drinking.
When they ran out of air, they pulled apart, both with satisfied smiles on their faces.
And this time, it was Louis who pressed his lips against the elder’s again, in a more intense kiss but without losing the sweetness it held.
The elder’s hands cradled the other’s face, stroking it gently while their lips remained in contact.
When they finally separated, they smiled at each other.
At last, he had been able to taste Woojin's lips, and he knew without a doubt that he would become addicted to them, as if they were a drug.
If anyone were to ask Louis what he loved most about Woojin, he would definitely answer that it was his lips.
Those plump, yet delicate and soft lips.