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Many people would bargain Jiwoong to be the confident one of the couple. It is, unfortunately, not a secret that he loves to flirt and touch his lover at every opportunity presented, regardless if there's the presence of another party or not.
The worst that their friends were unfortunate to witness was Jiwoong slamming Zhanghao onto the wall and kissing him silly during a random sleepover, the tension getting more sexual than what anyone would have wanted to see but was barely contained with Zhanghao's attempts to keep the kiss sweet and slow. Jiwoong, to say the least, is very brazen. His brazenness is what eventually lead the two of them to be quite big on PDA. Although Zhanghao never initiates them, pegging himself to be the more modest one in the relationship, he never ever rejects his boyfriend's advances. Be it romantic or sexual, he's not one to tell Jiwoong "no" and even indulges him in his actions.
But with the forefront of Jiwoong's confidence, his shamelessness that could never be paralleled by anyone, behind that is a little something that only Zhanghao could see.
"I love you, hyung," Zhanghao would often say, the words coming out of his mouth as natural as the sun setting in the west. He means it, he always does. And the sincerity that lingers in those three magnificent words would always leave Jiwoong blushing, like a maiden getting swooped off of her feet.
Zhanghao loves seeing his boyfriend shy. No one could ever have the privilege of making Jiwoong feel this way, finding it in him to take great pride in the fact he's the only one who could make his boyfriend's knees' weak. Jiwoong would always take a moment before he returns the words, burying his face in the crook of Zhanghao's neck, taking in his sweet, honey-like scent, before he kisses the skin of it.
"You're doing it again," Jiwoong would say, face still buried. Zhanghao would only let out a hearty laugh as he combs through his lover's hair with a gentle touch, the other arm hugging him just as tight as how he was being held, "You can't just keep saying that out of the blue."
"Oh? Why can't I?" Zhanghao rebuts, "I love you all the time, hyung. Is it unnatural of me to tell my boyfriend that I love him?"
"No..." Jiwoong tightens his hold, finally looking up to meet the other's gaze, "I just sometimes don't think that it's true."
Zhanghao's attention gets piqued.
"What do you mean, hyung?" he asks immediately, worry evident in his tone.
Jiwoong only stares at his boyfriend before pushing a strand of hair away from his face, hand moving to cup Zhanghao's face right after.
"To have you.. to be with you.." Jiwoong looks at Zhanghao's lips, "It all feels like a dream."
He looks back up to Zhanghao's eyes, his thumb caressing the other's smooth cheek, "I still haven't wrapped my head around the fact you love me."
Zhanghao's heart absolutely melts at the words. Jiwoong is naturally flirty, of course, that's how his boyfriend was able to make the first move onto him when they were at their courting stage. But this type of Jiwoong who's clinging onto him for dear life, a look of vulnerability and love written all over his ever-deepening red face, is a whole other side to his boyfriend that he wholly loves. It's a Jiwoong that's so in love with him, so weak for him, that a simple "I love you" gets him on his knees, kissing Zhanghao here and there until he can fully convey that he feels the same way. Words were never enough for Jiwoong to show his boyfriend how much he loves him. If Zhanghao says "I love you", then he responds to it with every action he is capable of doing to show him that he does too.
"Beautiful," He hears Jiwoong mutter under his breath, looking at him with those same eyes that are always filled with adoration towards him, "You're so so beautiful, Hao-ah."
Zhanghao's natural instinct would be to lean in, let the two of them meet the climax of their tension, and indulge in each other. And although that is his primary objective later on, as of now, he finds it in him to tease Jiwoong some more, having the gall to pick on him for a bit more.
"I know. What are you gonna do about it? Hm?" He smiles, knowing full well what those words would entail for him.
Jiwoong doesn't say anything more, shy demeanor thrown out the window and his confidence skyrocketing through the roof. Whenever Zhanghao would get cocky like that, it always flipped a switch in Jiwoong. Not that he hates it. Oh no, Zhanghao looks divine with confidence. He loves it when his boyfriend is dripping in it. And with that fact, it's only a matter of pride and confidence that makes him hold onto his boyfriend, showing to the whole world who this magnificent boy's lover is.
He takes ahold of both Zhanghao's wrist and keeps it restraint against the headboard, looming over his boyfriend as he keeps his gaze onto him. Zhanghao doesn't seem fazed whatsoever, the cocky smile still stuck on his face. Jiwoong doesn't sneer at it but, rather, smiles adoringly at the image of his boyfriend below him.
Zhanghao, hands bound by him, looking up at him in such confidence and eager patience, knowing full well that he's all for Jiwoong's taking. He loves it. The image is so familiar to him yet the feeling is the same as if it's the first time he has Zhanghao this way.
He leans down, nose barely touching Zhanghao's, taking in his presence before he closes the gap between them. Jiwoong kisses him like there's no tomorrow. Although the kiss turns wild, tongue slowly entering the picture, Zhanghao could feel Jiwoong hold himself back from going rabid on him, appreciating the other's efforts to keep the atmosphere sweet.
But sweet is not what he wants. Even if he likes to put on a facade that he does, that he's the modest one between the two of them, he knows that Jiwoong knows that he's just as needy as him.
"Hyung.." he sweetly calls once they separate to catch their breaths, Jiwoong's gaze going from his lips to his eyes, "How much do you love me?"
What type of question is that? Jiwoong is stunned at first but his subtle puzzled look immediately melts into a smile, grip on Zhanghao's wrist retightening themselves to make a point as he stares down his boyfriend, a hand already going underneath the younger's shirt.
"So much, Hao-ah. So so much," he says against his lips before diving in once more, biting Zhanghao's lips before he looks on over to his eyes once more, "Want me to show you?"
Zhanghao smiles, shaking his wrists for Jiwoong to set them free. He takes his boyfriend's hand that was previously bounding him to the headboard to his neck, Jiwoong wrapping around it like instinct. He's stunned. Really, he is. His boyfriend never ceases to surprise him.
"I'm all yours, hyung."