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"Sunoo, stop hogging the blanket," Sunghoon whisper-yells in the middle of the night - their room a void of silence, save for Ni-ki and Jungwon's soft breathing next to them.
"Stop needing so much of it," Sunoo reasons, tugging the blanket out of Sunghoon's hands and rolling on the other side of the bed, dragging the rest of the duvet with him and leaving a shivering Sunghoon behind.
They're snuggled up in Sunghoon's bed as Sunoo's one remains abandoned, as it does most nights nowadays.
"It's not my fault you're so tall," Sunoo adds, mumbling. He shyly snuggles further into the duvet as Sunghoon turns to spoon him, trying to warm himself up.
The latter stays quiet, nuzzling Sunoo's nape and inhaling the scent of his floral shampoo. He presses his lips to Sunoo's skin and nips at it, causing goosebumps to raise all over him. Sunghoon's nose feels cold against his neck - it's a pretty cold winter night, but the room remains comfortable due to all four roommates exuding their warmth.
"What do you wanna do tomorrow, hyung?" Sunoo asks as he turns to face Sunghoon, their faces so close they're basically talking against each other's lips, "Only one day left before your birthday… We should go find you a cute outfit," Sunoo softly giggles with excitement, leaving small pecks all over Sunghoon's mouth and cheeks.
"Mm, or we could stay inside? And cuddle?" Sunghoon suggests and wraps one hand around Sunoo's waist, bringing his body even closer, "I overheard the guys planning a big dinner outing for Ni-ki and I's birthdays so we'll have time to go out then."
It's dark in the room, but Sunghoon can feel Sunoo's saddened pout against his own lips, and he knows the boy is frowning, "But hyung~," he whines, trying not to raise his voice too much, "I want you to myself for a day," he accentuates his feelings by pushing his nose against Sunghoon's, and the latter backs away when it tickles.
"Isn't that a bit greedy?" Sunghoon jokes, tucking Sunoo's hair behind his ear.
The boy offers him an offended gasp, and if he could see a little better, he bets Sunoo would most likely be sporting a shocked expression, eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets.
"Yah," he drops the polite speech, "That's so mean. I just wanna love you and that's what you have to say?" Sunoo's hand wanders under the blanket to poke his fingers aggressively into Sunghoon's ribs.
They giggle together, trying not to wake the others. It's always like this - teasing each other to no end, talking until the sun is up. Sunghoon never thought of himself as someone keen on socialising - that was until he joined the group, and until he discovered just how easy talking to Sunoo was.
The boy had always been eager to get close to him, showing off his charms, and when Sunghoon's teasing would go overboard because of his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter, Sunoo would take it well, never getting upset for too long, making sure to tease Sunghoon twice as hard when he got the chance.
That's always been their dynamic, and Sunghoon isn't sure when it became something more, but he knew he had to do something about it when his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest whenever he was around Sunoo.
On Sunoo's 19th birthday, when most of them had gotten wasted - especially Sunoo himself, who could absolutely not handle his alcohol -, they all fell asleep in various places and uncomfortable positions around their dorm. The only ones holding themselves awake were Ni-ki - who hadn't had anything to drink, but all the karaoke and games they played exhausted even their youngest one - and Sunghoon, who drunkenly tried not to fall over as he walked over the bodies splayed out on the living room floor.
Heeseung and Jake, despite having a high tolerance to alcohol, were the first ones to fall asleep, cuddled up on the couch.
Jay and Jungwon were on the floor, with Jay cuddled up to Jungwon's chest, while the younger held him protectively with an arm around his shoulders. Sunoo slept across the two boys' legs, his limbs spread out like a starfish, and his mouth open as drool streaked his cheek.
"Sunoo-yah," Sunghoon slurred, blinking rapidly to keep himself conscious, as the alcohol made him sway from side to side, "Get up," he mumbled, but Sunoo didn't react at all, completely out of it as he snored softly.
Sunghoon tugged on both of his hands to help him sit straight and lifted him over his shoulder. He let out an "oomph" as Sunoo was completely immobile, making him a lot heavier. Trying to clear his hazy vision and not fall over as he carried the boy to their shared room, Sunghoon held tightly onto his legs and tried talking to him, seeing if he'd wake up.
Once finally in their room, Sunghoon threw Sunoo onto his bed as gently as he could, but the boy didn't even as much as flinch at the impact. He looked comfortable in Sunghoon's bed, and the latter wanted nothing more than to join him. However, both of them were still dressed in uncomfortable outfits, and Sunghoon felt particularly gross in his leather pants after so many hours.
Sunoo's make-up had been ruined by how he randomly started crying to a ballad during karaoke, and he'd run into Sunghoon's arms to be comforted. Sunghoon looked down at his own shirt, and just as expected, black, glittery stains of mascara and eyeshadow sat proudly on his chest.
Black tear streaks have dried out on Sunoo's cheeks, and Sunghoon knew how important skincare was to him - he was going to wake up so mad if he realised he hadn't done his routine.
Despite being so tired and intoxicated that he couldn't see straight, Sunghoon waddled to their styling room and grabbed make-up remover, cotton pads, lip balm and moisturiser for the two of them.
Back in their room, he threw everything on the bed and started off by quickly removing his own make-up, nearly falling asleep as he massaged the moisturiser into his skin. Next, he mindlessly climbed into Sunoo's lap, leaning over him to begin wiping his make-up off.
Reality slowly sunk in as he brought a cotton pad to Sunoo's plump lips, watching them lose and retake their shape as Sunghoon slowly swiped over them. Setting the pad aside, he uncapped the balm and took a little bit of it on his finger, before carefully applying it to Sunoo's very kissable lips.
Sunghoon squints, his finger stuck in place. Very kissable lips? What the fuck was he thinking?
The alcohol. It was definitely the alcohol.
He shook his head and focused back on the task at hand. Completely entranced by putting on more lip balm than needed on Sunoo, he hadn't even realised when the boy slowly opened his eyes, confusedly taking in his surroundings.
"Hyung," he mumbled, startling Sunghoon, who removed his hand in panic.
"Sunoo, you're awake," he stated dryly, trying to act natural.
Sunoo hummed, pouting adorably, "Mm. What's happening? My head hurts…" He muttered, and for a moment, Sunghoon wondered if that was still Korean that he was speaking.
"I'm taking off your make-up. Get up so you can get into your pyjamas, too. We can shower in the morning," he explained, moving to get up and follow his own advice, but Sunoo's hand stopped him.
The latter looked at him with hazy, unfocused eyes, pout deepening, "You know, hyung?" he asks, "You still haven't- hiccup - haven't given me the present I wanted…"
Sunghoon smirked. How can he be so drunk yet still be in the mood to joke around? "Love? I'm basically giving it to you right now. Don't I take care of you so well?" He teases.
Sunoo shook his head, "Not that… I want…" He looked into Sunghoon's eyes, and the latter could tell he was trying his best to focus, most likely confused by his double vision, "I want a kiss," he admitted, biting his lip cutely.
…
Sunghoon was quiet. Sunoo was just as quiet. The dorm was a silent abyss.
A kiss. A kiss? A kiss. Sunoo, his friend and bandmate, just… asked him for a kiss. Hahaha… wow, the alcohol sure was getting to the both of them, huh? Staying calm, Sunghoon said as much,
"You're funny when you're drunk, Sunoo-yah," Sunghoon laughed, getting off the boy's lap and lightly punching his shoulder.
"Hyung," Sunoo said more confidently, sitting up on the bed. He held his head in his hand as it started spinning, wincing at the feeling, "I mean it - hic -, kiss me, please…"
Sunghoon swallowed nervously, "Sunoo, come on. You're talking nonsense now," he laughed awkwardly.
"You're- you're not listening!" Sunoo frowned, pointing an accusatory finger into the older boy's chest, "I may be a little drunk-,"
A little is debatable, Sunghoon thought.
"- but I know what I want… Just reject me instead of acting like I'm stupid, hyung," Sunoo looked away, a hurt expression taking over his features as he struggled to keep himself sitting up.
Sunghoon furrowed his brows, "Even if that's true, we're both drunk, Sunoo. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning," he said, responsibly, despite his heart begging for him to just give in.
Sunoo remained quiet, and Sunghoon thought everything would be fine - the younger one would just sleep it out and they'd be able to pretend this never happened.
But Sunoo started crying. Quietly, he sniffled as tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks, wetting the sheets they fell onto.
Sunghoon was never particularly good with people showing heavy emotion, like crying. He never knew what to do, so he just sat awkwardly, in silence. But he knew Sunoo was someone who needed people around him to comfort him, so he put a hand on his shoulder, whispering,
"Why are you crying, Sunoo?"
The boy in question wiped at his tears, but it was to no avail as even more flowed, like a faucet, "I don't know," he shook his head, hiding his face into his hands as he sobbed loudly.
"I'm sorry," Sunghoon apopogised but he wasn't sure what for. It seemed appropriate.
"D-don't be. I'm being stupid," Sunghoon wanted to cut in and deny it, but Sunoo continued, "It's just that… I've always wanted you to notice my feelings, but-" a chesty sob erupted, "Somehow, I didn't consider you might not feel the same. I feel so - hic - so stupid."
"But I do," Sunghoon thought, shocking himself. He did? Fuck… Maybe he did. Was this how he was finding out about his blooming feelings towards his friend? Through intoxicated revelations in the middle of the night?
Lately, he often found himself unable to maintain eye-contact with Sunoo, and his heart beat like it wanted to break out of his chest and become one with the other boy's.
Even the idea of kissing Sunoo excited him just now, and if he didn't have better self-control, he would've definitely done it before Sunoo even asked.
"It's… Not like that," Sunghoon said, shakily, and felt Sunoo's intense stare on him.
"Hyung, don't… Don't give me false hopes," Sunoo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, wanting to hold back and listen to Sunghoon.
"I'm not! I just… I don't want you to regret this tomorrow… I don't think I'd be able to take that," Sunghoon admitted, fidgeting with a loose string hanging on Sunoo's ripped jeans.
The younger boy gasped, holding Sunghoon’s face in his hands and forcing him to look at him, "Sunghoonie-hyung, I won't. I promise. I've wanted this for so long, please," he pleaded through drunken hiccups, desperately.
Sunghoon looked at him, still a bit unsure. The alcohol in his blood was slowly starting to fade, clearing up the fog in his mind, and somehow, kissing Sunoo still seemed like a good idea. He wanted it.
The other boy licked his lips in anticipation, moving his hands to Sunghoon's collar, holding onto it like a lifeline. Despite being nervous and embarrassed, Sunghoon couldn't take his gaze off him - Sunoo's sharp eyes looked much softer after crying. His cheeks and nose were red, his eyes twinkled in the dim light of their bedroom, and his lips drew Sunghoon in like magnets.
Only inches apart from each other, he could count Sunoo's lashes as the boy closed his eyes, leaning in, slowly.
Sunghoon didn't have another second to reconsider before they met in the middle, lips pressing against each other. The older boy trembled at the realisation that this was his first real kiss. He didn't know what to do. Sunoo's arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him in, deepening the kiss.
Sunghoon froze as Sunoo took the lead, moving his lips fervently. He felt his cheeks heating up and felt the boy's tongue swiping over his tightly shut lips, but he was unsure what to do with them.
Sensing his uncertainty when he didn't reciprocate, Sunoo broke the kiss and pulled back, a frown clear on his face, "S-sorry, I got carried away there…"
"No, no. You're fine. Sorry, I just haven't… I've never…" Sunghoon trailed off, staring at a wall like it was the most exciting painting he'd ever seen.
Shocked, Sunoo gasped, "Was that your first kiss, hyung?" He covered his face, hands shaking as Sunghoon nodded, "Fuck! I'm so sorry, hyung. I feel so bad, I shouldn't have forced you," he started crying again, alcohol still heavy in his system, making him emotional.
"Sunoo, don't- You didn't force me. I liked it. I'm happy it was with you," Sunghoon confessed quietly, knowing that if he was a little more sober, he would've ran for the hills before being so open about his feelings.
"Really?" He sniffled as Sunghoon removed his hands from his swollen face, shiny with tears.
"Yeah… I wanna do it again…" The older boy leaned in, waiting for a sign of approval from the other.
Recalling their first kiss, Sunghoon feels warm inside. The two of them shared drunken kisses that night until they fell asleep, and woke up entangled in Sunghoon's bed, with no regrets.
Similarly to now. They're cuddled up to each other, feeding off each other's warmth in the middle of the cold winter night.
Sunoo is whispering about the plans he has for their day together, but Sunghoon can't fully pay attention. He leans in and kisses him again and again, smiling through it as the boy is stunned at first - and mildly offended that Sunghoon cut him off.
Melting into the kiss, Sunoo opens his mouth and lets Sunghoon play with his tongue. He smirks at the older boy's confidence, so different from when they first kissed. He's a quick learner - he now leads it well, making goosebumps raise all over Sunoo's skin when he sucks onto his tongue or nibbles on his bottom lip.
Sunoo pulls away, whispering as he catches his breath, "We should sleep. I have some special plans for tomorrow, hyungie," he giggles mischievously, "Rest well," he smooches Sunghoon once, mostly missing his mouth, before he turns his back to him and goes to sleep.
Sunghoon blushes at the implications, because he knows exactly what Sunoo means. They've talked about it - about how badly both of them wanna do it but never have the time, and about how Sunghoon wouldn't mind Sunoo being his first from every point of view.
First kiss, first relationship, first… Yeah…
He zones out for a second, nerves picking up. He desperately wants it - he's always the first one to get hard, always the one to come first when he and Sunoo jerk each other off - which is the extent of what they've done together. But at the same time, he's so worried about doing something wrong, or something embarrassing, or possibly hurting Sunoo. What if he hates it? What if it's not as good as he thought? What if Sunoo isn't going to want him anymore after he sees just how much he sucks at it?
Okay, Sunoo isn't shallow like that, but his intrusive thoughts are getting the better of him. Well, that's something for tomorrow's Sunghoon to worry about.
And worry he does. As soon as he wakes up - before the alarm gets to ring -, in fact.
Sunoo's round butt is pressed up right against his morning wood, those tiny shorts he's always wearing barely covering him. Sneaking a hand under the duvet, Sunghoon takes a hold of Sunoo's exposed thigh, kneading the soft skin.
His hips move on their own accord, grinding his hard cock against Sunoo's ass, waking the boy up in the process.
"Hyung?" Sunoo looks behind him, sleepily blinking his heavy eyes.
Sunghoon leans in and kisses his cheek, before rutting harder against the younger. His hand finds the band of Sunoo's shorts and slips under it, taking a hold of his equally hard cock. Mornings are always spent like this between them - taking care of each other.
Sunoo moans quietly, taking note of the 7:46AM written on the clock Sunghoon has by the head of the bed. He clamps a hand over his mouth as Sunghoon rubs his finger over the sensitive, pink tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that's been collecting there.
Except for their pyjamas, there's no space between them as Sunghoon desperately humps Sunoo, nuzzling the back of his neck, kissing and grazing his small fangs over the skin.
His bigger frame towers over Sunoo, and he's pressing the smaller boy into the mattress as he brings both of them to their climax, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Sunoo slowly turns around to face Sunghoon, both of them inhaling each other's air, feeling the aftershocks of their orgasms reverberating throughout their aching, hungover bodies.
Sunghoon frowns, flustered, as he looks into Sunoo's sharp eyes, gaze dropping to watch how the younger bites onto his rosy, full bottom lip. He feels his spent cock twitching in interest again. Sunoo always looks like a wet dream - with his hazy eyes, plump lips, mischievous smirk and his skin glistening with sweat.
Oh, Sunghoon needs him in every way possible. ASAP.
Tummies full after enjoying the breakfast prepared by Jay - or, for Sunghoon, after enjoying watching Sunoo for most of it, the two boys discuss their plans for the day, and decide that just leaving the house is going to be a good start - they can improvise. They've always been good at that.
Caps low over their eyes and masks high up on their noses, they ride to a nearby mall, with Sunoo set on finding some cute new outfits for Sunghoon, and some items for the other members too, since he's nice like that, he thinks to himself.
Their managers, close behind them, keep their eyes on them as they walk into every shop that sparks Sunoo's interest. Sunghoon follows quietly, wary of their surroundings. Luckily, it's rather quiet on that Wednesday morning, most people being at work or school.
"Hyung, look at this," Sunoo holds up a sparkly, striped black and white suit. Sunghoon's eyebrows rise in surprise, and before he knows it, he's pushed into a fitting room by Sunoo, the boy following close behind.
"Okay, try it on!" Sunoo claps excitedly, pulling his mask down to reveal a wide smile.
Sunghoon lifts his eyebrow at him, "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You're just gonna… stay there?"
Sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically and sits himself down on the small bench provided in the fitting room, "Hyung, my dick was in your hand just this morning."
Sunghoon blushes like a virgin - which he is - and looks away with a sassy tsk, "It's a little cramped in here…"
But Sunoo asks him to stop making excuses and eventually he starts undressing. The younger boy helps with holding his clothes, swaying back and forth as he anticipates the outfit.
Sunghoon watches himself in the mirror as he pulls the sparkly trousers on, and catches sight of Sunoo's hungry expression. The older boy does his best to ignore how it makes him feel, focusing on pulling the outfit together and getting out of the tiny, heated room as soon as possible.
Finally, he puts the matching glittery blazer over the plain white tee he threw on this morning, striking a pose in the mirror.
Sunoo jumps to his feet excitedly and Sunghoon almost gets whiplash at the change in attitude. Just a second ago, Sunoo was basically undressing him with his eyes, but now those same eyes disappear behind his round cheeks as he smiles sweetly.
"Hyung! You look so good, oh my God," the younger one takes his phone out and takes picture after picture of the two of them feeling themselves in the mirror.
Sunghoon poses confidently - he has to admit, Sunoo has an eye for these things. The suit brings out his broad shoulders and long legs, all while being shiny enough for him to stand out, but not at all flashy, since he can acknowledge he’s attractive, but doesn’t always love being the centre of attention.
He sneaks a hand under Sunoo's jacket and finds his waist, pulling him closer. Sunoo gasps and nearly drops his phone, flustered when he finds himself pressed up against his boyfriend’s hard chest. Sunghoon looks down at him and smirks when Sunoo avoids his gaze, hiding his small smile and embarrassed face in the taller boy's neck.
"I think we can get this one," Sunoo decides, sounding pouty as he keeps his heated face hidden.
Sunghoon chuckles as Sunoo shyly pulls away, and goes in for a kiss that makes the younger boy stumble until his back is pressed against one of the walls. Sunghoon traps him with his hands on either side of Sunoo's head, leaning in to kiss him until his lips are sore. Sunoo tries his best to be quiet, hearing voices from outside the fitting room of people shuffling back and forth near them. He also knows they shouldn't be there for too long, but Sunghoon's tongue against his own makes him melt and momentarily forget that he's technically still in public.
Realising they're getting a bit too into it, Sunoo gently pushes Sunghoon away - but not before pressing another soft kiss to his lips, for good measure.
He puts his cap and mask back on, promising to wait for Sunghoon outside, and he leaves him to get changed. Sighing while looking at himself in the mirror, Sunghoon hates how excited a kiss got him - his cheeks are flushed, and there’s an uncomfortable warmth in his belly already - and he wants nothing more than to go home and get his hands on Sunoo.
With their purchase completed, the two leave the store and head to the next, and to the next, and they do this for a few hours, finding gifts for Ni-ki and for the others too, even if it's not their birthday. They’ve all gotten into a habit of getting gifts for each other whenever they spot something they think another member would like.
“Sunghoonie-hyung~, where else should we go? Should we get some coffee?” Sunoo thinks out loud, looking around. So far, they’ve been able to avoid getting spotted, with most people around the mall belonging to generations that mostly won’t recognise them, so he wasn’t rushing to get home just yet.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was becoming restless, “Baby,” he whispers, grabbing Sunoo’s arm and pulling him closer, “Why don’t we just go home, hm? We’ve gotten all these things already,” he tries not to show how impatient he feels, but the look in his eyes tells Sunoo everything he needs to know.
“But where’s the fun in that, hyungie? I gotta keep you on your toes,” with his mask pulled down, Sunoo briefly sticks his tongue out, enjoying teasing the older boy. Sunghoon is convinced the boy knows he’s got him wrapped around his little finger, playing with his feelings and hormones.
Sunghoon is about to retaliate, when Sunoo suddenly gasps. Following his line of sight, he follows Sunoo, who’s already running towards the source of his excitement. They find themselves standing in front of the entrance of an ice rink, but Sunoo quickly deflates when he notices the opening times. Six in the evening. The younger frowns, “It’s only 1PM now… I was gonna show you how good I’ve gotten, ugh…” he pouts at Sunghoon, who can’t contain his smile at the boy’s cuteness.
Trying to placate him, Sunghoon is about to make a suggestion about coming another time, but Sunoo already has another plan, “Manager-nim!” He calls out, and their manager catches up to them quickly, “Hyung-nim~,” he says sweetly, and Sunghoon knows he must be up to no good, “We really wanted to go here, but it’s closed until later…” He frowns as he clings onto Sunghoon’s arm, trying to drag him into his plan, “Do you think that maybe, hyung and I could, I don’t know… Get in sooner? Just the two of us? We won’t be long, I promise…” He says shyly, but Sunghoon knows it’s all an act.
Their manager knows this too as he stands with his arms crossed, but without another word, he goes out to look for the mall staff.
Sunoo lets go of the older boy and giggles excitedly, clearly used to always getting his way.
“You’re spoiled, you know?” Sunghoon points out, poking Sunoo’s ribs.
The boy dodges with a chuckle, playfully hitting back, “Don’t worry, hyungie. I’ll make sure to spoil you a lot tonight, too,” he teases, putting his hands behind his back and batting his long lashes, acting like the icon of innocence, but Sunghoon sees the naughty glint in his eye, “Sunoo will take care of you, Sunghoonie-hyung.”
Before he can react, their manager is back with a member of the mall staff, who ushers them inside of the rink. Sunoo claps in excitement and bows to the staff, as well as their manager, who sternly informs them they’ve only got 45 minutes, but there is a warmth in his eyes that doesn’t go unnoticed by the two boys.
“Mm, if I knew we’d be coming here, I would’ve gotten my skates…” Sunghoon mumbles as he fumbles with the plastic rental skates.
“You’re gonna do great, anyway, hyung,” Sunoo reassures him, “Come check mine,” he stomps his feet, waiting for Sunghoon’s help, despite not actually needing it. It’s still fun to have all of his attention, though.
Sunghoon kneels by Sunoo’s feet and clicks the clasps into place, and makes sure to check his knee pads too. Looking up at the younger, he smirks as Sunoo immediately avoids eye-contact, embarrassed by the intimacy of such a trivial moment. It was his idea, but he discovers it wasn’t the brightest one when his heart beats faster than it should.
“Let’s go,” he rushes to his feet and waddles towards the rink, shivering as his jean jacket does nothing to shield him from the cold air.
True to his word, Sunoo shows off how much he’s improved while Sunghoon cheers for him, following him around the rink, making sure to catch him before he lands on his butt whenever he gets a little too brave. Sunoo squeals when Sunghoon grabs his hand and takes off, dashing across the ice, forcing the younger boy to keep up with him. The cold air hits their faces and Sunoo struggles to keep his eyes open, screeching in fear whenever Sunghoon makes a sharp turn and he has to follow, holding tightly onto his hand.
“You’re doing so great, Ddeonu-yah,” Sunghoon laughs, slowing down and spinning Sunoo once, catching him in his arms and bringing him in for a hug, “I’m impressed, but then again, you did place the 2nd spot after me when we filmed that one episode,” he recalls, squeezing tightly, despite the boy’s noises of complaint. Despite not being the biggest fan of skinship and not initiating it often, Sunoo takes Sunghoon’s clinginess well, basking in the attention. Lately, Sunoo is naturally a lot more touchy with him too, so Sunghoon pats himself on the back for rubbing off on him.
Shivering and dizzy, Sunoo nods against his neck, “That’s right. You shouldn’t doubt me,” his voice comes out muffled, “Do I get a special show now? As my prize?” He says as they part, and Sunoo slides down to his butt against one of the rink walls, waiting expectantly.
“This wasn’t a competition though?” Sunghoon lifts a curious eyebrow, “But, I suppose, for my fans,” he sighs dramatically, going on a rant about how he’s still the Ice Prince after all, making Sunoo roll his eyes at him, “What do you wanna see?” He asks, sliding about and dashing towards Sunoo, making a harsh stop and spraying ice on him.
The younger boy gasps as the cold flakes hit his face, “Hyung!” He whines, shaking off the ice, “Ugh… You should apologise with a triple axel for that,” Sunoo pouts.
Sunghoon laughs, “Haha, I might break something since I’m not warmed up… How about some more shaved ice?” He has the audacity to grab some of it off the floor and throw it towards Sunoo, who quickly gets up and chases the older boy.
Expertly, Sunghoon dashes off, but in a moment of distraction, Sunoo catches up to him and they both stumble, falling over. Sunghoon slips onto his back and Sunoo follows, comically landing on his hands and knees above him. They both groan as they hit the ice, but immediately burst into giggles at the situation.
“Oh, my back,” Sunghoon whines, and Sunoo falls on top of him, chuckling. Their bodies shake with laughter but they lay there for a while, already tired.
Once they get back up and after Sunghoon shows some dramatic back-scratch spins at Sunoo’s eager request - which the younger is ecstatic about, cheering the whole time as Sunghoon turns into a human spinning top -, their time on the ice comes to an end at their manager’s reminder.
Sunghoon’s heart beats faster once they’re back in the car, anticipating the night ahead of them. He shivers as Sunoo knowingly puts a hand on his thigh, squeezing. Sunghoon looks up but struggles to hold eye-contact with him when the younger smiles sweetly and deceivingly, while his eyes are sharp and cunning, “You alright, hyungie?” He asks softly, gentle fingers pressing harder into Sunghoon’s leg. Absent-mindedly, he nods and looks down at Sunoo’s hand, his touch burning as Sunghoon’s mind wanders off to places where it shouldn’t be.
Sunoo will take care of you, Sunghoonie-hyung, the words resound loud and clear in Sunghoon’s mind, and that fire inside him returns, its flame warmer with every one of Sunoo’s touches.