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“Unag-ah, Hyung’s home,” just crickets
“Baby, I'm back”
Weird because usually Sungho’s angel of a boyfriend would be sitting by the kitchen island, on his laptop, finishing up his assignments while simultaneously waiting for him. He’d be waiting to wrap his long arms around Sungho’s waist until Sungho felt like the burden of his 9-5 was off his shoulder. This is their routine, and not seeing that today of all days is kind of mean to be fair.
Sungho undid one of his buttons from the shirt he was wearing while his brows furrowed at the unusualness of all of this. His eyes started wandering first to the bathroom, lights off, then to the bedroom, lights off. Is he in the study? No, but his boyfriend never goes to study at night since that’s the only time they have together. Yeah, he’s sweet like that.
Oh, whatever, why is Sungho asking so many questions to himself, not like he can help it, though, he heads towards the study and stops two steps away when he hears his name being said.
“But guys, do you know how hot my boyfriend is?” the voice bloomed, clear even though the door is shut. “Like God, he looks like Aphrodite herself fixed every strand of his hair. He even dyed his hair pink two weeks ago”
Sungho couldn’t help but giggle at that. His boyfriend has indeed been telling him he's pretty 20 times a day since he got his hair dyed. He shifted himself to position himself better around the door so that he couldn't be seen from the inside and crossed his arms around his chest.
“Damn, he’s so pretty, I can't believe I woke up beside a literal fairy.” The voice continued, “plus ever since we started going to the gym together, I need to physically tear my face away from his. Guys, get a boyfriend, I swear, best decision ever.”
A comment flew across the screen; can you talk about something that’s not about your boyfriend.
His face immediately went into a frown. Sungho knows it from the slight tilt of his head.
“Well, it's my stream, and that’s my boyfriend, and as a tax-paying citizen of the Republic of Korea, I would like to use my free will here”
Sungho already let out a chuckle. Shit. He needs to fix this laughing thing as soon as possible so that he can enjoy parts of life, such as listening to his boyfriend swoon over him. Well, now that he is in the grey area of being caught eavesdropping, he just gives up and decides to knock.
Ddok ddok ddok
“Oh shit,” the same voice goes through, “guys give me 5 minutes. I need to get the door.”
After 30 seconds of shuffling, assumptively closing the webcams and microphone, the door swung open, and there he was, Sungho’s boyfriend. Woonhak. One of the top streamers in Korea, the youngest in his way of work, and one of the most talented too, being a full-time student and streaming could never be easy. And here he was, this prodigy staring in shock at his older boyfriend like a deer caught in headlights.
“Hyung. You said you will be late”
“Look at the time, jagi” Sungho extended his wrist for Woonhak to check the time on his watch, a sly smirk playing on his face. 11 pm.
“I'm so sorry, Hyung.” Woonhak grabbed the extended wrist and placed it gently against his cheek. His face was a mask of guilt and sadness, his voice was so soft, so sorry,” I didn’t check the time. I should’ve--”
Sungho swiped his thumb across his cheek now, a silent gesture that means its ok.
“Jagi, it's not a big deal. It's just one day”
“But that’s the least I can do for you after your 15-hour workday”
“Aww, my baby. It's ok, you know,” the soft smile flickering across his face. “Well, at least you cleaned your study,” eyes gesturing towards the inside of the room.
Woonhak catches the cue fast and shifts quickly to let Sungho in. First mistake.
Sungho walked in while he looked around. It's probably the 5000th time he is in this room, but he likes to scan through since Woonhak shifts things a lot. He dropped his bag onto the newly arranged sofa, which went from beside the window to the back wall of the room. That’s when his eyes landed on the webcam. Did he just see a light there? He leaned against the table to get a better look.
“Woonhak, is--” the sentence got cut off by two arms wrapping themselves around his waist, and the slight pressing of Woonhak’s nose against Sungho’s lower back.
“I actually missed you so bad today. I kept texting and deleting because I didn’t want to disturb your presentation or the drinks after” he breathed against Sungho and then left the softest, sweetest kiss right there, over the white button-up he was wearing.
Sungho turned to face him, even though Woonhak was still holding him. His fingers automatically wandered to the back of his neck, slightly playing with the hair there. Woonhak looked up at him, giving the most doe eyes ever. He really did miss Sungho, it seems.
“Has the aegi been waiting long for me to come?” Sungho gets a slight nod for himself, and that makes him smile. Mainly for two reasons: he has had two drinks for himself, and his boyfriend is just so, so cute.
Suddenly, the hands that were roaming around his neck push Woonhak backwards in this seat. Sungho climbed onto his lap and strangled Woonhak with his thighs, and just like muscle memory, Woonhak placed his hands on Sungho’s hips like they always belonged there and pulled him closer until they were left chest to chest. Woonhak pinned his chin in the middle of Sungho’s chest on the bare skin that was peeking through undid buttons.
“So, you think I’m a fairy?” Sungho asked, while tugging a strand of hair behind his ear
That made Woonhak straighten up like a bolt of electricity just passed through him.” Hyung, you were listening……?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
“Well, I can't get over how beautiful you look, Hyung.” The blush crept up his neck. Sungho now moved to play around with the top of his ear. “It’s just hard to believe that I can call you mine”
“Tell me more then.” Sungho placed his lips on top of his ears and started slowly nibbling at the soft skin there.
“Should I tell you about how you look like a sculpture, or the way your shirt is clinging to your body could drive me crazy?” Woonhak himself placed a kiss on Sungho’s collarbone, firming his grip on his hips, then moved on to trail them until he reached the center.
Sungho pulled away slightly, his face flushed, and the smile touched his eyes so softly. You bet every word Woonhak is saying is the truth. “Maybe both”
Saying that Sungho thrashed his lips into Woonhak’s. the sharp noises of them consuming each other. Woonhak licked Sungho’s lips, only to taste the slight aftertaste of beer. The rhythm went from sloppy kisses to something softer, more familiar. Woonhak’s hand had moved from his hip to slowly unbutton a few more. The kiss got deeper as Sungho chased the already swollen lips of Woonhak, feeling love, want, and need. All at the same time.
Woonhak was about to undo the last button when suddenly a noise cut through the fairly silent study. Woonhak’s phone was buzzing in his pocket. The constant vibration made both of them pull away. Sungho looked at Woonhak, silently asking whether he wanted to pick up the phone or not.
In any normal situation, Woonhak would never do anything but something Woonhak told him to at least check, and weirdly but surely it was someone who wouldn’t call at this hour without urgency. Jaehyun. Woonhak looked at Sungho one last time before picking up the call.
“KIM WOONHAK, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Woonhak had to physically pull the phone away due to Jaehyun being that loud.
“Hyung, what happened? You’re not supp--”
“WHAT MADE YOU THINK MAKING OUT ON LIVE WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?”
“What? What are you saying?” Sungho had already climbed down from his lap and walked near the pc and that’s when he noticed.
The webcam was on. So was the mic. Woonhak probably only closed the monitor screen in a hurry. But that also meant something pretty scary.
“w-Woonhak?” “Are you being serious right now”
Woonhak scrambled to fix his now wrinkled hoodie and moved towards the monitor. And yes, it was exactly what Sungho found. Them making out, Woonhak being pathetic for his Aphrodite, was all streamed live with 500k viewers.
Gulps. “I swear I turned it off, Hyung”