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Tired. That's how Liyu would describe his mood right now. So incredibly tired that he could probably fall asleep in an instant if he closed his eyes.
His head rests on the bed frame's padding, with his phone buzzing with notifications that he's probably never gonna check. He decides to give in to his urges of falling asleep and briefly shut his eyes.
He could feel his consciousness leaving his body, as his muscles succumbed into the soft mattress, and the occasional buzzing of his phone on his chest.
As he was drifting into another world, he felt warmth. More specifically, warmth on the left side of his body. He sluggishly opens his eyes to see what it was.
Round brown ball. Like chocolate. A fairly large ball of chocolate.
His hand subconsciously reaches over to grab it. Instead of the hard shell of cocoa, it was soft and fluffy.
The ‘chocolate’ looks up at Liyu, clearly confused.
“Hyung, are you okay?” He asks.
So it isn't chocolate. Liyu blinks his eyes awake as he pulls away his arm. “Done showering?” he asks, moving away from the situation.
“Yepp! I'm so tired~ I feel like I could dieee” Woojin whines.
Liyu hums in response, with his eyes glued to his phone.
If there's one thing Woojin hates, it's giving half-assed responses.
He crawls up Liyu's side, laying his head on the older's shoulder. His hand slithers around his waist and he pushes himself up into a comfortable position.
His eyes stay on Liyu, taking in his side profile. It felt illegal looking at him up close— but he was Kang Woojin. He can have anything he wants.
“What are you looking at?” Liyu asks, feeling the younger's gaze on him.
“What do you think?”
Liyu could feel the cheekiness radiating from the boy. He lets his head hang to the side and asks, “What do you want?”
“Nothing.. I'm just bored!” The brunette says, hugging him tighter.
Liyu grunts, trying to get out of Woojin's grasp—inevitably failing.
He looks at the younger boy with a wary expression. “Woojin I'm tired, okay? I don't want to deal with your antics right now.”
The younger pouts, slowly moving away from him. Liyu sighs in relief—and before he could tuck himself in bed— he gets pushed down onto the mattress. The brunette pins the older boy down, with a playful smile on his face.
That smile never meant good things.
Woojin brings his face closer to Liyu's, while Liyu turns his head away. Woojin nuzzles his nose in the crook of Liyu's neck, taking in his scent.
There was something so tempting about Liyu that Woojin could never figure out. It was as if he could never get enough of him. He wanted him all for himself. Nobody else. Just him. Maybe it was the way he behaved with him, or maybe it was how he always smelled like mangoes—he doesn't know. All he knows is that he gets all hot and bothered when Liyu talks to someone else.
Woojin's breath gets shakier, and his hand trails up to Liyu's neck to pull it closer.
He wants to bite it.
Liyu pushes Woojin away, his face flushed. “What do you think you're doing?” He asks, his voice as quiet as a whisper.
Woojin takes Liyu's hand—which was pushing away his shoulder— and brings it to his mouth. He interlocks his hand with his own and murmurs, “Hyung smells so nice..” He traps Liyu with his legs to keep him from squirming, “I just wanna..”
Bite.
“Ouch! Woojin, what the hell?!” Liyu yelps, snatching his hand away. The younger boy's teeth were sharp. A little too sharp. That it might just leave a mark.
“I want you, hyung. I want you to look at me.” Woojin admits, almost pouting. “Do you not like me anymore?” He falls on top of Liyu again, this time further from his face. “Do you—” he goes lower, hovering over Liyu's neck. “—like someone else?” He lands a kiss on his soft skin, trailing his way towards the older's chin.
Liyu brings Woojin's face up to his own, wiping away a small tear that threatened to roll down.
“Crying over this little thing?” Liyu exhales.
“You didn't answer my question..” Woojin whines.
Liyu had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. What's gotten into Woojin these days?! He's been so damn clingy all the time— and it honestly feels like Liyu might lose his mind!
Liyu internally sighs, “Of course not.” He runs his fingers through Woojin's hair, tucking it behind his ear. “You're the one I like.”
Gave in so easily? As if Woojin would accept that.
“You're lying..” Woojin fussed.
“I'm not.” Liyu reassured.
“Prove it then.”
It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what Woojin wanted.
Liyu pulls Woojin by his neck, giving him plenty of time to pull back—before crashing their lips together.
They've made out in the past, sure, but it felt different this time. It was the way they looked at each other for longer than usual. It was the way Woojin catches himself staring at Liyu's soft lips for a time too long. It was the way Liyu always dealt with Woojin's clinginess despite his refusal.
Woojin trails his hand down to Liyu's waist, squeezing it as he pulls himself up. He breaks the kiss and pulls Liyu up onto his lap. Liyu looked so fucking delicious right then, he could just eat him up.
Wasting no time, Liyu pulls him in again, letting Woojin in his mouth. His hands wrap around the younger's neck as he slowly rides him. Woojin faintly whines, holding Liyu's hips in place as if they would leave any moment.
The ache in Liyu's heart was always present. It was obvious he was scared of his own feelings.
He.
Was.
Scared.
Liyu swallowed every tear he wanted to shed, and instead kissed him harder. Every conflicting feeling, every situation he overthought, every moment he spent trying to figure out what he felt— he spent it all in this moment.
Woohin could feel Liyu being swallowed in his self-loathe. “Hyung.” He breaks the kiss again. “Just think of me. Nothing else. I might get jealous.”
Liyu liked how Woojin always knew how he felt. It feels so reassuring when he has someone who understands—even if he doesn't say anything. He chuckles and nods. He pecks Woojin a couple of times, before kissing him again.
It felt like they were feeling things a little too hard. The heat from each other's body, the soft noise of rain that God knows when it started, each other's breath on their faces—Woojin wished this moment would last an eternity.
But people don't always get what they wish for.
The phone rings.
Their lips come off each other with a small pop. They gaze at each other while catching their breath.
Liyu comes out of his trance and grabs his buzzing phone. It was their manager. Woojin looks down at the phone. He tries to hide his annoyance but fails (as usual).
“I'll be back.” Liyu mutters.
He gets off of Woojin's lap and lifts the phone. Woojin was too ecstatic to think of anything else. It was just Liyu, Liyu and even more Liyu. He places his hand on his chest to calm it from how quick it was beating. He looks over to his side— watching the black-haired man talk.
Whatever Woojin wants, he gets.
Guess he got what he wanted?