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yuma is going through a great dilemma.
it was so severe to the point he’s actually in front of nicholas’ door to ask for advice. don’t get him wrong, he loves nicholas and thinks he’s quite wise… sometimes. but, in his head, he wasn’t exactly the ideal person to consult with regarding relationships. pushing away those thoughts for now, he uncharacteristically knocks reluctantly, and softly just in case he was asleep. yuma wasn’t about to be the reason of nicholas’ “morning allergy” acting up.
luckily, he was already awake. “come in!” nicholas yelled from the other side of the door, voice still slightly groggy but it was evident that he’d been up for a while. yuma steps inside and sits on the edge of nicholas’ bed, his eyes fixated on the empty bed next to him instead of the very confused looking nicholas.
“what’s up yuma?” nicholas says in english, one eyebrow quirked up in curiosity. yuma isn’t the type to sugarcoat, nor is he one to keep beating around the bush. he’s a straightforward guy, so he rips off the bandage immediately.
“i think i like maki.”
a beat passed, and then another. nicholas opens his mouth but then closes it again, his voice betraying him. yuma however just stares at him in all seriousness, patiently waiting for a response as if he didn’t just drop a bomb on him.
“..are you seriously here to ask me out of everyone for love advice?”
“i know. not my best decision, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.”
“hey! you weren’t supposed to agree with me, you’re supposed to be butter me up and say “nooo don’t say that nicholas, you’re the best love guru ever!” you know?”
“jo’s room is right next to yours, i will abandon you right now if you don’t shut up.”
nicholas chuckles at that, but then his face drops in realisation. “wait— did you just say that you like maki???”
“i did.”
“maki??”
“yup.”
“oh.” nicholas scratches his head, when he saw yuma’s head peeping through his door he kind of expected him to ask whether he wanted to play basketball with him. not his best friend confessing that he has feelings for his totally biological baby brother, who isn’t exactly much of a baby anymore. “i honestly don’t know what to say to that but, congrats? i think.”
“i’m here for advice, not for a congratulations. it’s not exactly something to celebrate when i’m having a crisis here. never in my life did i expect to fall for that… thing.”
“did you just call maki a thing???”
“i wasn’t gonna use some sappy term, so i decided on the crueler one.”
“you’re impossible.”
yuma rolls his eyes, leaning his back against nicholas’ bed frame. “so are you gonna give me advice or not? i just wanted to talk to you because i wanna know how you and euijoo-kun did it, you know? the whole relationship thing.”
nicholas just stares at him, face flushed and eyes wide open in both shock and confusion. “yuma, euijoo and i aren’t dating.”
“…WHAT?”
“what even made you think that??”
yuma looks at nicholas as if he just said something blasphemous. “what even made me think—?? miss me with that bullshit dude, i literally saw you kiss him the other day!”
nicholas malfunctions at that, stuttering like a mess. “that—that was a one time thing!” he flails his arms around in exasperation as if it’s making it more convincing.
“no the fuck it wasn’t?? jo told me he saw him kiss you in the kitchen just yesterday.” yuma counters again, before adding on. “okay, sure you might not be dating him but you’ve got this weird situationship thing going on so, how did that come to happen?”
“i don’t know?? we were just sleeping next to each other again after a while, we both woke up tangled up into each other’s limbs, and then he just kissed me. we haven’t even spoken about our feelings yet, we just kiss.”
“so what i’m hearing is that you both are idiots.”
“pretty much, yeah.”
yuma sighs deeply, shaking his head in absolute disappointment. “maybe i should just kiss maki in hopes of him getting the hint.”
nicholas chokes on his saliva, “what?? absolutely not, do not follow my footsteps.”
“why not?”
“because..! well actually, i don’t really care what you do, just don’t get hurt in the process.”
“got it. thanks for your advice, nini!”
nicholas isn’t exactly sure what he advised him on, but replies anyway. “uhh.. you’re welcome?”
at that, yuma shuts the door behind him and searches for maki. he doesn’t see maki in the living room but he does spot fuma playing a game on the couch, his head resting on kei’s lap, while kei is absorbed in his phone, holding a cup of coffee with his free hand. “hi kei hyung, fuma-san, have you seen maki?”
kei turns his head to look at yuma, smiling at him, fuma is listening but doesn’t tear his eyes away from the tv screen. “hey yuma, i haven’t really seen that kid much today, but he went out with taki and harua, something about trying out this new restaurant a few blocks away from our dorm.”
“makes sense, thanks kei kyung! jo is in his room right?”
“yup, him and euijoo are together in there.”
yuma nods and makes his way to jo’s room. he doesn’t knock this time because he knows jo wouldn’t mind. when he enters the room he sees euijoo on jo’s bed, lips pursed and face all focused, strumming his guitar, which explains the faint sound of music he had heard from the dorm. whereas jo is on the floor, a piece of paper spread out with a shit ton of colour pencils next to him, a christmas gift from fuma two years ago that he still kept.
they both shift their attention to the new presence in the room, smiling when they realise it’s yuma. “hi yuma, did you eat breakfast yet?” euijoo asks him before softly strumming the strings of his guitar again.
“nah not yet, have you guys?” yuma sits on the floor next to jo, eyes trailing off to see what he’s drawing. it’s a drawing of a deer, it’s quite detailed and he manages to capture the features of a deer perfectly, yuma stares at it in awe. “nice drawing there by the way, jo.”
jo’s ears flush at the compliment, his face beaming. “thank you yuma-kun, actually euijoo-kun and i were wondering if you would eat with us.”
“nico doesn’t usually eat at this time, i asked him and he said he’ll eat later so we decided to wait for you.”
“what about kei hyung and fuma hyung?” yuma asks, “they already ate together.” euijoo says, not looking up from his guitar.
“they’re always eating together at the ass crack of dawn” yuma states, genuinely fascinated on how they get up so early.
both euijoo and jo giggle at that, before yuma speaks up again. “yeah i’m down, where do you wanna go?”
“the kids went to that new restaurant, so i thought we could go there too. they’re probably stuffing their faces with dessert right now, i assume.”
jo smiles fondly at that thought, yuma sure does adore his maknaes too but, trailing back to his conversation with nicholas earlier, all he can think about is maki. more specifically, kissing maki. he doesn’t exactly hide his conflict from euijoo and jo, but he’s not gonna tell them yet. although, he thinks that fuma would have already figured out by now with his freakishly accurate dad instincts. fortunately, euijoo and jo are quite oblivious so they both just happily continue on with what they’re doing.
“what song are you practicing euijoo-kun?” yuma asks curiously, since he doesn’t seem to recognize it by the few chords he struck.
“oh it’s say you won’t let go by james arthur! actually, nicholas asked me to practice this song for him, so i thought i’d do it today.”
yuma rolls his eyes so hard and sends a look of absolute disgust towards jo, who just shrugs and laughs quietly before saying, “i think it’s sweet.”
“i think it’s gay, but sure that works too.”
🐶🐱
yuma is back alone in his shared room with euijoo since he went out to the bookstore, saying he’s been wanting to buy books for so long but he never got the chance to until now. him, jo, and euijoo did go to that restaurant and had a hearty meal, they’re not slow eaters so they finished up and just chatted for a while before returning to the dorm.
yuma still hasn’t changed his clothes, he’s sitting on his bed, his back against the bed frame and legs spread out, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he was about to get up and finally change when someone abruptly opens the door, he was expecting to see euijoo’s face but was surprised when he sees maki instead.
“hey yuma-kun! kei hyung told me you were looking for me, and why are you all dressed up? did you go out today?” maki makes his way to yuma’s bed and sits in front of him, placing his hand on yuma’s thigh habitually. yuma deeply regrets wearing shorts today because the feeling of maki’s hands on his bare skin sends a shiver down his spine. but, he tries to act like it doesn’t affect him.
“you’re back early.” yuma says fondly, ruffling maki’s already messy hair and smiles when maki retreats in annoyance, still not removing his hand from yuma’s thigh. “i actually went to the restaurant you were at with taki and harua. euijoo-kun, jo and i went, we just ate and came back.”
“huh i didn’t see you guys there.. maybe you guys came after we left to get ice cream.” maki ponders, yuma laughs after hearing that. “you’re so predictable, the three of us were saying that you guys were definitely gone to get dessert.”
maki smiles at that, flashing his dimples and then drops his head on yuma’s lap in defeat. “you guys know us too well….” maki groans softly, voice muffled against yuma’s shorts.
yuma really is trying his best not to explode right then and there.
he starts playing with maki’s hair to distract himself from the fact that his head is quite literally on yuma’s lap.
“i heard nicholas’ pink hair is really hard to maintain.” yuma just blurts out the first thing he can think of to make sure the atmosphere doesn’t get awkward because of him.
“yeah, some dye got on his towel too.. oh speaking of that, can i use your bathroom to shower?”
“..the fuck does that have to do with nicholas’ hair?”
“just answer the question.”
“i mean yeah why not?” yuma shrugs, but he’s actually sweating profusely just by imagining maki in his shower, which he probably shouldn’t do, but he’s not exactly in the best condition right now. “i don’t mind and i don’t think euijoo-kun would either.”
“cool, i’ll go shower now then.” maki grips onto yuma’s thighs for support to lift himself off the floor and just walks into yuma’s and euijoo’s shared bathroom as if it were his own.
🐶🐱
it takes at least two decades for maki to finish showering.
his excuse being that he was mostly just scrolling on tiktok in there instead of showering immediately, which actually does sound like something he would do, but that’s not the point.
yuma knew that maki was buff and broad but seeing him walk out of the shower with his hair dripping wet, no clothes on and just a towel around his waist. his body is so incredibly toned and defined, yuma is salivating just looking at him. he has a smaller towel in his right hand rubbing his wet hair, he thinks maki might even be doing this on purpose to drive him insane because the action makes his biceps flex, and his biceps are HUGE.
yuma is a weak man. he doesn’t even care if he’s shamelessly ogling maki right now, but it does make him want to dig up a hole and bury himself alive when maki notices it.
“like what you’re seeing?” maki now looks directly at yuma, biceps still flexed, smirking like he’s aware of the effect he has on him. however, yuma is no coward.
“yeah, too much.”
maki clearly didn’t expect that because he drops the towel in his hand as soon as he hears that. yuma giggles a little and sits up in a position that makes his shorts hike up, exposing his smooth milky thighs. he can see that maki is now the one ogling, his mouth gaping like a fish.
“sorry— what??”
“you heard me.”
“well… i like what i’m seeing too. you wanna do something about it?” maki asks carefully, like he’s scared that yuma was joking and that he’s the only one who took it seriously.
yuma thinks he might burst, or bust, both works. “yeah, i think i do.” he gets up from his bed, walks over to maki and stands a few inches away from him, his hands hovering over maki’s shoulders, he gives him a look that’s asking for silent permission, maki smiles and nods, his hands making its way around yuma’s waist.
yuma melts into the touch and folds immediately, wrapping his arms around maki’s shoulders. they’re still wet from the shower, but yuma doesn’t mind it, he just wants maki badly right now. maki bends down to stuff his face in the crook of yuma’s neck, taking his sweet scent in as if he were an actual puppy that their fans claim him to be. he’s now pressing soft kisses on yuma’s neck, sucking on it ever so gently, even biting it. yuma cranes his head so that it gives maki easier access, his own hands moving from maki’s shoulders to his biceps, taking the opportunity to squeeze them.
yuma lets out a whine when maki bites his neck a little too hard, maki perks up at that and goes over to kiss yuma on the lips now. it’s messy and sloppy, their teeth clashing because of how sudden it was, but yuma kisses him back just as desperately. maki smiles into the kiss, yuma can’t see it right now but he just knows that maki’s dimples are flashing right now and that makes him even more weak.
maki breaks the kiss so that they can take a minute to breathe, pressing his forehead against yuma’s, both of them panting heavily.
“i’ve wanted to do that for so long now.” yuma admits out loud to break the silence.
maki’s lips forms a smirk once more, “yeah? why didn’t you do it before?”
“i wasn’t sure whether you wanted it as well.”
maki grabs yuma by the wrist, dragging him over to his bed. maki sits on the edge of the bed and pulls yuma in by the waist now to make him sit on his lap, so that he’s straddling maki’s thighs. yuma’s breath hitches considering the fact that maki is still only wearing a towel, and he’s sitting on his lap currently. maki doesn’t seem to care about that though, he rubs his hand on yuma’s thigh and squeezes it, using his free hand to grab him gently by the neck to kiss him again, a lot more slowly and softly this time, as if it were to tell him something.
“i want this so bad, i want you so bad, yuma-kun. don’t ever doubt it again because i’ve been wanting this for just as long.” maki takes yuma’s hands and intertwines it with his own, pressing soft kisses on his knuckles.
yuma’s heart rate is probably sky rocketing right now. earlier he told nicholas that he might like maki, well scratch that. he’s in love with maki. “you really mean it?”
“from the bottom of my heart.”
yuma’s about to kiss him again until he feels a rise under the towel maki has around his waist. “did you seriously just get a boner? we were having an emotional moment!”
“i’m sorry baby but you look so pretty right now, i can’t help it.”
yuma huffs out a laugh and shakes his head in disbelief, but he’s so incredibly fond of maki right now.
“you needy puppy, i’ll give you whatever you want you know? just say the word.”
“please let me fuck you.”
“..you’re a lot more forward than i thought.”
“what can i say? i know exactly what i want, and it’s you.”
yuma lets out the most heavenly laugh that maki has ever heard, as he wraps his arms around maki’s shoulders once again, rubbing their noses together. “you’re so cheesy.”
“shut up, i know you enjoy it.”
“yeah, i do.”
🐶🐱
euijoo stares at the door to his room as if it owed him something, you’d think he saw jesus by the look on his face. that very moment, nicholas steps out of his room and walks over to him.
“hi baby, what are you doing out here?” nicholas wraps an arm around euijoo’s waist and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips. euijoo smiles softly at his presence, holding onto the arm that nicholas has around him before saying.
“nichol, i think yuma and maki are making love to each other.”
“...come again?”
“that’s what yuma just said to maki!”
“juju, what are you talking about?”
“i can hear them from out here, the room isn’t sound proof. i’m pretty sure i heard yuma call maki a good boy.”
“maybe you’re misunderstanding and it’s not them?”
“i’ve been living with them for almost 5 years now, i’d recognise their voices anywhere.”
“well shit.”
they’re both suddenly interrupted when the door to yuma and euijoo’s shared room opens to maki, you could tell he was trying his best to hide the fact that he was.. doing stuff. but his hair is slightly disheveled and his lips are swollen, he’s not fooling anyone.
“oh hey guys what’s up! nico, you eat anything yet?”
“nah, but i think you just did.”
euijoo elbows nicholas in the stomach at the same time maki says, “dude what the fuck??”
nicholas raises his arms in defeat, “i’m just saying!”