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Sim Jaeyun isn’t a coward. Sure, he may be terrified of nearly everything under the sun but that’s his business and no one else’s. And, yeah, he had a few mini heart attacks in the haunted house but that was just acting. He was only acting.
Just like how right now, in the midst of watching a scary movie Riki had insisted on putting on, he was curled into a ball so tiny that if he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself sinking into the cushions of the couch and disappearing altogether. Not that he wanted to—of course, he didn’t. He wasn’t scared at all. In fact, he was shaking with… excitement.
The horrible noises blaring from their TV speakers got his heart beating unevenly. His fingers held the blanket covering his legs in a grip so tight he couldn’t feel them anymore. He was so completely not scared that he couldn’t even watch the screen. It was too… boring.
Boring. Not scary. They’re actors. It’s just a movie. It’s fake.
Fake. His heart gave a heavy thud.
Fake. Two more.
Fake. Another.
Fuck—He was so scared. Breathing became difficult, his lungs refusing to work properly. And then, suddenly, the noises stopped. Everything was quiet and he thought maybe it was finally over. It had to have been almost two hours of this torture already. He blearily blinked open his eyes to find the person on the screen covering their mouth with fear. Jake was immediately filled with regret. He wished frantically that he had never looked back up because now he couldn’t look away. His curiosity always got the best of him.
The girl seemed to be hiding in some sort of closet, peeking through the crack between the doors. There was no sound but her sharp breaths muffled from the hand clamped over her lips. Jake’s hands unconsciously came up to rest on his cheeks, peering between his fingers, waiting for the inevitable.
He didn’t have to wait long. Within a few seconds, the doors concealing the frightened girl were ripped open and she was dragged out. He jumped so high he almost fell to the floor, a small, startled noise tumbling from his lips.
He almost jumped entirely out of his own body when an arm laid over his shoulders, muscles tensing so hard they ached. He hid his face in his hands again, trying to calm his shallow breaths. Realistically, he knew it was probably just one of the members but his brain supplied, very helpfully, that it could be some sort of crazed murderer like the one from the movie. How very helpful.
More horrible sounds poured from the TV, making his eyes prickle with panic. He wanted it to be over. He wished he had enough courage to say no to the other boys. He wished he had stood up for himself, no matter how much he would’ve been teased. Because now, after this film ended, he knew he wouldn’t sleep for weeks. Comeback season was quickly approaching as well, meaning they all would barely get any sleep to begin with.
He choked down a frustrated cry. It made him feel like a child—the way his brain couldn’t seem to separate the acting in simple scary movies or haunted houses from reality. Warmth tickled his ear as he felt someone lean in to speak to him.
He couldn’t even remember who was sitting next to him, too lost in his own world to recall easy facts that otherwise wouldn’t have even required much thought. He struggled to clear the dense fog that lay over his mind. Just as it was fading, a low whisper pressed against the shell of his ear made the answer seem obvious. How could he have forgotten?
“This movie sucks. Wanna go play games?” Heeseung’s steady voice took his anxiety and washed it away like a cool wave crashing over burning sand. Jake’s muscles instantly relaxed, his lungs letting out the air they were holding. His body unfurled into the other boy’s side, taking comfort in the warmth where they were touching. He nodded, unable to bring himself to speak without stuttering from nerves.
Heeseung stood up and stretched before signaling for Jake to follow him. He called out to the others to let them know that the two of them would be in his room for the night. The boys scattered around the living room made various distracted noises as the movie continued. On the short walk to his friend’s room, Jake had another mini heart attack.
He’d left behind the scary film but now he had a whole different problem. Jake is gay. Like really gay. And dumb. He’s dumb and gay and fell in love with his bandmate over the course of the past year. As an idol, it’s extremely hard to make a mistake worse than falling in love. He knew this would happen eventually though. He’d been trying to ignore it for months but Heeseung had somehow broken down his carefully constructed walls and barged his way into Jake’s heart and now there wasn’t a single thing in this whole universe that could undo it.
Not that he wanted to undo it. He should want to undo it but he doesn’t. Not at all. It’s completely the opposite actually. And that’s the problem. He keeps accidentally trying to make the older boy fall in love with him. It’s wrong and he shouldn’t but he can’t seem to stop.
Jake looks at him whenever something funny happens, trying to catch his gaze. He makes ramyeon for them and compliments him. They even got to the point where Heeseung would confess his worries to Jake. And he loved it! Not the fact that the older was worrying but he appreciated the trust he was being given. He would do anything to show that he deserved it.
So the main issue here is that every time they’re alone together they get closer. They get more intimate and less “friendly” in certain ways. The last time it had been just the two of them, Heeseung told him he was handsome. That’s not crazy to some, but for Enhypen it was a bit… awkward. They loved each other like family but it was still kind of weird to say such things.
Heeseung hadn’t seemed awkward at all when he uttered those words. He only smiled kindly, affection swimming in his eyes. His smile grew more tender when Jake thanked him and when his Hyung reached across the table to give him a playful shove, his hand lingered just a beat too long to be unintentional. Jake had craved reciprocation for so long and now that he was finally getting it, he was afraid. Not horribly so, just enough to make his stomach churn and his head spiral.
Jake’s hand trembled slightly as he shut the bedroom door with a click behind him. Heeseung busied himself with smoothing out his bed only to plop himself down onto it. He couldn’t help but smile. It was so like his Hyung to have silly mannerisms like that. He was a fun guy— someone who could make anyone laugh with a witty remark or a goofy smile. Jake really liked that about him. He is a good person. Really, they all are but Heeseung always made it look so easy.
Jake was pulled out of his thoughts with a lighthearted laugh from the older boy, “You are such a scaredy cat. You’re lucky I saved you.”
“Don’t start. I’ve already lost any pride that I may or may not have had before today,” He walked closer, a cheeky grin pulling up the corners of his lips. When his knees brushed the edge of the bed, he looked down, “And I didn’t even need saving, by the way. I was perfectly fine.”
“Oh, sure. You were about one minute away from a full breakdown. “ The blow of Heeseung’s words were cushioned by the gentle graze of fingertips being drawn across a small bit of Jake’s thigh. Although their skin was separated by layers of fabric, it was somehow just as intimate as it would’ve been if they weren’t.
He’d been dancing around his more heated thoughts of the older because truth be told, he wasn’t quite ready to delve into that part of his life or their relationship yet. They weren’t even together. He wanted to live in the moment and draw out as much of the sickeningly sweet slow burn as he could. Almost as if Heeseung could read his thoughts, he tangled their fingers together where Jake’s hand dangled by his side. His rapid thoughts slowed and gave way to a slow cascade of even more relaxation. They were here and right now, that is all that matters.
Heeseung’s room brought almost as much comfort as the man himself. It was warm and softly lit by strings of fairy lights haphazardly hung in zigzags across the ceiling. The white duvet looked plush underneath where the other boy was lying down. In the background, there was a quiet white noise provided by the small fan Heeseung always kept on the edge of his desk. It was pointed toward the bed and lifted small tufts of hair off of his Hyung’s forehead with every swivel.
Jake met his eyes and felt his own smile grow in response to the look directed back at him. There was a certain type of domestic sleepiness to the squint of Heeseung’s eyes. He looked so utterly comfortable here with Jake. He realized all at once that he wasn’t scared of the movie anymore. At least, not right now because his Hyung made him feel so real that those worries slipped away.
It was like Heeseung was some sort of safe haven—an escape from the harsh world outside of these four cream-colored walls. And right as Jake let out a smooth sigh, the boy spoke, “Wanna play Mario Party?”
A competitive grin took over his features before he could even try to stop it, “Duh,” he shot back.
It had been fifteen minutes of shuffling around and setting everything up and somehow Jake has found himself with an even larger problem than the ones from earlier. Here, in the comfort of the older’s soft sheets and blankets, his heart was aching to be closer than they already were. The temptation to scoot himself into Heeseung’s side and close the inch of electric space between them was working its way into his thoughts and almost overtaking his better judgment completely. It was a relief when Heeseung snapped him out of his daze by tossing a controller into his lap.
He jumped a little and fixed a playful glare on his Hyung, heart skipping a beat when it was enthusiastically returned. Cheeks warming, Jake averted his gaze to the purple controller, relaxing back against the wall behind him. This was how they usually sat, legs stretched out to the other end of the bed, heads resting back to lazily gaze toward the TV mounted onto the opposite wall. Jake always took notice of how Heeseung’s legs reached out farther than his own, feet jutting out over the end of the mattress where Jake’s toes barely reached. Every time, without fail, it made him a clumsy blushing mess.
By the time the victory music played and Jake’s character popped up on the screen he was far too tired to celebrate anyway. At some point during the game, he’d pulled his knees up to his chest and, in a moment of fleeting confidence, slumped into Heeseung’s side to rest his head on the older’s shoulder. He hadn’t faced any resistance when he’d done it, only a soft laugh from above and the click of a button to start the mini-game.
Heeseung shifted forward with a stretch, causing Jake to sit up before he fell over. His Hyung’s mischievous eyes darted toward him, arms caught mid-air. Suddenly, the same competitiveness that took over him during the game flared up in his chest. He scoffed, hands raising, fingers wiggling. Heeseung’s expression gave way to confusion, first, and then delayed understanding when Jake’s wiggling finger’s dug into his sides.
He laughed when the older yelped, scrambling up onto his knees to further his attack. And it worked, if only for a moment. Because the next thing Jake knew he was on his back, Heeseung straddling his tummy with a bright, triumphant smile shining down on him. With the wind knocked out of Jake’s lungs, all of his fight drained away as he became aware of the hold the other had on his hands, fingers intertwined on either side of his head. It would be easy for Heeseung to lean down and kiss him—if he wanted to. Their position wasn’t exactly friendly but it held an air of innocence and inexperience. It was sweet.
Jake’s cheeks warmed the longer Heeseung stared at him, unmoving. All it would take was a tilt of his chin upward to ask for what he wanted. All it would take was courage. Which he didn’t have. He turned his head to look at Heeseung’s bedside table, the numbers displayed on the screen of his alarm clock nearly making him jump out of his skin.
3:00 AM
He swung his head back toward Heeseung just in time to catch his Hyung’s reaction to the same piece of information that was already eating away at his bubbly mood. He looked on as the older froze before lifting himself off of Jake and settling cross-legged next to him, leaning back against the wall once more.
“We have practice in four hours,” Jake whispered. He was instantly sleepy, eyelids getting heavier—already dreading inevitably having to warm up in the morning with endless jumping-jacks to wake himself up fully.
Heeseung’s head was dipped, hair falling to cover his eyes. His nose and mouth were the only features of his face left visible. Lips quirking into a tired smirk, he teased back a quiet, “I saw.”
Jake scoffed again, butterflies swarming his stomach when the other boy looked up slightly, peering at Jake softly from under his eyelashes.
“Bedtime.” Heeseung sighed, climbing over him to stand, reaching down to thread their fingers together, pulling a reluctant Jake to his feet. When he finally stood, and Heeseung moved to detach their hands, he didn’t let go. It wasn’t a fully conscious decision per se, just an unignorable urge to not let him go. Jake wanted to stay.
He could almost imagine falling asleep here, in this room—with his Hyung. It would be the most satisfying, comforting sleep of his life even if he was made to sleep on the floor. He almost asked if it was possible, but his mouth just hung open, vision fixed on the older’s shirt slipping down to expose his collarbones. He couldn’t.
Sim Jaeyun might be a coward.
“Come on, let’s wash up,” Heeseung suggested, walking backward, tugging Jake along with him.
He nodded, following in a trance, lost in thoughts of what if’s and why’s. They were quiet throughout brushing their teeth. They were silent while taking turns using the bathroom. And they were especially awkward on the brief walk to Jake’s bedroom. He hesitantly smiled over his shoulder, offering a strained smile and a quick nod before taking hold of the doorknob. And he stopped.
Thoughts kept popping up in a series of racing exclamations to do something. Anything. He needed to say something. Tonight was different. Somehow, in some way, they were different. He was so sure of it. Heeseung was treating him like more than a friend. He was holding Jake so carefully, speaking to him so fondly. The affection he had been shown tonight made him feel almost like a lover.
He wanted to keep feeling that way. He needed to confess. Screw the slow burn. Screw being a coward. Jake wants a boyfriend. He wants Heeseung. He could feel the boy standing behind him still, a foot away. Waiting. He knew, suddenly, that his Hyung was waiting for him.
He wasn’t a psychic or a mind-reader but he knew Heeseung’s habits and mannerisms. Heeseung wouldn’t still be here if he didn’t want to be. He wouldn’t have walked him all the way to his bedroom unless he cared. A spark of courage ignited in his chest, heart thumping all the way down to his fingertips. A sharp inhale had his lips opening, words building up in his throat.
Heeseung spoke before him, “Come back?”
The words were whispered against his neck, a soft hand toying with the back of his hoodie. The hand was curled into the fabric just between his shoulder blades, shyly latching on as if to keep Jake here with him. As if Jake would walk away. Maybe Heeseung thought he would.
“Come back where?” He replied, tone questioning. He had a feeling he knew what the phrase meant but he didn’t want to assume. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was already beginning to come to conclusions in his head. He needed an answer before anything continued.
“Come sleep with me. You’re scared, right? Of the movie?” Heeseung sounded hopeful, stuttering at the ends of his sentences.
Jake felt himself deflate. He thought maybe there was a different reason. He assumed that the older possibly wanted him to come back because he wanted to be with him. Obviously, he was wrong. Although he had gotten himself a bit choked up, he painted on a smile and turned around. He couldn’t meet Heeseung’s stare but watched as he reached out to rest a hand on Jake’s shoulder.
“Yeah, sure.” He responded as calmly as he could, schooling his expression into one of indifference. He was expecting a reply just as impassive as his own. Instead, he received a palm lightly cupping his cheek, thumb touching along the dark circles under his eyes before sliding up to his forehead, brushing the hair away from his face. At the same time, the movement tilted his face upward, Heeseung’s eyes searching for something in his face—perhaps seeing straight through his facade. He couldn’t bring himself to look away though. He’d never seen the older act like this with anyone. He’d never seen Heeseung look so nervous and lost for words.
“I’ll miss you… if you go.” The older’s bottom lip was caught between rows of pearly teeth, topped off with furrowed eyebrows.
His heart skidded to a stop in his chest before promptly dropping into his stomach. It couldn’t be… Heeseung wasn’t confessing… was he?
“Okay,” He said, voice coming out hoarse. After clearing his throat slightly, he nodded in the direction of Heeseung’s room and his Hyung got the message, turning to lead Jake by the hand back to his bedroom.
He was shaking again but not from fear this time or even nerves. It was true excitement this time. For a split second, before Heeseung had turned around to walk, Jake could have sworn he saw a blush creeping up his neck to spread over his cheeks.
Heeseung was blushing. Heeseung never blushed. Heeseung stuttered. He said he would miss Jake while only being a few rooms away. It had to be. This had to be what Jake had thought would happen. This had to be the night things would unfold.
One of them would push their limits and test the waters. One of them would make a move tonight. Jake selfishly hoped it would be his Hyung to open up about his feelings. He didn’t want to put himself out there only to be rejected because—although Heeseung has been more flirty tonight—there was still a chance that things wouldn’t go in his favor. There was still a chance that this was all just wishful thinking.
As Heeseung pushed his bedroom door open and spun around to close it behind Jake, he belatedly realized that the older had him trapped with his back to the door and a hand splayed next to his head. Their gazes met and it felt magnetic. Jake’s chin tilted up subconsciously in a small flare of confidence and he saw Heeseung’s face dip down toward his own. He closed his eyes, heartbeat pounding against his ribs, and waited until he was pulled into an embrace. Just… the wrong kind of embrace. A hug. Heeseung hugged him.
Jake loves hugs—really he does—but he was anticipating something more like a kiss. He was so dumb for thinking it would happen now of all times. Dumb and gay and in love. Put that on his gravestone.
The hug was warm and Jake got more butterflies when a large hand settled on the small of his back. It almost made up for the fact that he hasn’t been kissed yet tonight—or at all. Ever. He really hoped that would change soon. When Heeseung stepped back his smile was bashful and his stare strayed to nearly every point in the room except for Jake’s eyes. They still were holding hands—Jake’s left in Heeseung’s right.
He was led by that same hand over toward Heeseung’s dresser and watched, a bit confused, as an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants were pulled from the drawers. He was a lot less confused when the clothing was pushed into his chest with the older’s other hand. He took half a step back, letting go of Heeseung’s hand to paw at the bunched-up fabric still being held to his sternum.
“What’s this?” He asked, taking hold of the articles to study them. It was one of the shirts he remembers the other boy wearing a lot when they were freshly debuted. He has a lot of happy memories of his Hyung wearing that horrifically purple item. The grey sweatpants were a more recent addition to Heeseung’s wardrobe. The older could be seen wearing them nearly every other day after work. The two pieces of his friend’s life held in his hands have been in almost all of his daydreams.
He has dreamt about kissing Heeseung here in this shirt—has wanted to sit himself down on the older boy’s lap clad in these exact pants. He’s wanted to confess after seeing his Hyung carelessly strip these off during a rushed morning on his way to the bathroom. He’s wanted to borrow these items on numerous occasions if only to feel closer to their owner. And now they were in his hands.
“Put them on. You can’t sleep in that,” Heeseung said, voice lacking any sort of his usual commanding tone that would call for obedience. He sounded a bit scared if anything. It sort of made Jake want to rethink all of the so-called facts he thought he knew about the other boy. He wanted to relearn his Hyung inside and out. He wanted Heeseung to show him more of his truest self.
“Why not?” Jake was quite literally speechless. He couldn’t come up with any words that weren’t some form of why. It seemed almost impossible to believe that this whole time, while he’d been dreaming of wearing these clothes, Heeseung had been doing the same. A lot of things seemed a little impossible before tonight.
It was well past three now and Heeseung had already started busying himself with tugging off his own shirt to pull on one of his signature pajama button-ups as well as matching bottoms. Jake’s heart grew about ten sizes at the sight. It wasn’t weird—changing in front of each other—it was normal for them. They are friends before anything and that fact would never change. Even if they became more—or perhaps, less—their friendship would still remain, not unchanged but, hopefully, still mostly intact.
The fabric of Heeseung’s clothing was soft against his skin and it would’ve felt like the warmest hug imaginable if he hadn’t just received that exact thing minutes prior. He watched as his Hyung fiddled with the last button on his shirt, a pout forming on his lips. Jake’s entire being ached to reach out and help him but had a feeling he might be found weird for the action. Rules on lovingly helping your dude-bro button up his PJs are not really in the whole friendship handbook. Then again, they weren’t really just friends anymore—at least, not to Jake. He wasn’t even sure what he was thinking anymore. Fuck the metaphorical handbook.
Jake sat on the ground with his knees tucked underneath his chin as he watched Heeseung climb into his bed. He’d be fine sleeping on the floor. Of course, in the morning he’d be sore but Heeseung asked him to stay and he could never deny that man anything he asked. He felt so sleepy but still held onto hope that maybe something would happen tonight. He had to admit, it didn’t seem very likely given their sleeping arrangement but a boy can dream. His fingers sunk into the fluffy carpet beneath him, coaxing him into a tired daze.
He honestly could have fallen asleep there, sitting completely upright if it wasn’t for the shadow looming over him and the barely there tap on his shoulder. He knew it was Heeseung, of course. He just thought the older would be trying to give him an extra pillow or a small throw blanket. He was not prepared for the pure concern and bewilderment on the older boy’s face. It made him jump when his eyes finally focused.
“What?” He asked, looking around himself to make sure there wasn’t a giant spider near him or something.
“Why are you on the ground? Are you okay?” Heeseung kneeled in front of him, fingers coming up to hold Jake’s chin. His touch was so kind and so gentle that Jake could’ve cried—if the utter disorientation that came from being treated like this out of nowhere wasn’t still taking up most of the space in his slow, drowsy brain. Did Heeseung want him to leave? What else could that reaction have meant?
“What do you mean? I thought you asked me to sleep here…” Jake trailed off, staring into his Hyung’s eyes, watching some sort of realization wash over them. Pity stared back at him then as well as a small bit of amusement.
“Jaeyun-ah. I meant in the bed. With me,” Heeseung spoke slowly, head leaning down to meet Jake’s eyes when he looked away. The carpet was suddenly a lot more interesting. The other boy exhaled quietly, sitting back on his heels, hands dropping from Jake’s face, “Unless you changed your mind? It’s okay… Hyung can handle it.”
He felt his mouth and body respond while his mind lagged in the background, stumbling to catch up, “No! I want to sleep with you!” Jake’s hand reached out to grab his Hyung’s where they laid on his thighs, gripping tightly as if trying to prove his words true with touch alone.
The amusement returned, but tenfold. This time it overtook Heeseung’s features. His mouth curled into a teasing smirk, one eyebrow raising as he stared down at Jake’s determined expression.
Make that, Jake’s
crumbling
determined expression. His spur-of-the-moment confidence simply crumbled into a fine dust before their eyes. Crippling embarrassment filled his veins as the awareness of what he just shouted dawned on him. He had really, actually just yelled something dumb about wanting to sleep with his crush (innocently, you perv)
to
his crush.
Jake waited patiently, sitting as still as a statue, for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Fortunately , he was rescued from his schedule of wallowing until further notice by a big hand grabbing his forearm and tugging him up and onto the bed.
“Come here, you big puppy. I can practically see your sad, droopy ears.” A big, dopey smile accompanied the words. They were sitting side by side up against the headrest, chests turned toward one another.
Jake stuttered a bit and after a few failed attempts to form a coherent thought and more than a few encouraging nods (and laughs) from Heeseung, he finally managed to spit out a question that had been eating away at him since the older boy asked him to come back, “Why would you miss me?”
“What do you mean?” The older replied, head tilting to the side. A smile somehow worked its way onto Jake’s face. He always thought Heeseung was like a big puppy too, especially when he did small things like that. It melted the wariness that ever so slightly had gotten a hold of his thoughts.
“If I slept in my room and you slept in yours—like we do every night—then why would you miss me? If I were only a hallway away like usual, then why? Why would tonight be any different than all of the ones before? Why me of all people? W–” Jake’s endless amount of queries were put to a grinding halt. It was like stepping on the brakes of a car too hard and too fast. It was like jumping into arctic waters and losing every ounce of oxygen in his lungs. It was like falling hopelessly in love a hundred times over in just one second.
It was a kiss.
All thoughts besides Heeseung left his brain. For the few moments in which their lips were connected, the world fell away and it was only the two of them. Jake and Heeseung. It was them and their big feelings and their flushed faces.
And it was still them when they laid down, mouths still connected, curled onto their sides to face each other. They were still friends but now more, just as Jake had hoped. A barrier between them had broken into millions of pieces and there was no before anymore.
“Because I miss you even when you’re next to me.” The sentence was kissed into his lips. He had to say something back. He couldn’t leave the older hanging. Jake had to do his part now. Give and take.
“Heeseung… I love you,” He whispered, observing the way said boy toyed with Jake’s fingers just above where the duvet covered them both. There was no shock or regret on his Hyung’s face. The air around them was no longer charged with tension—it was peaceful. The oxygen that was stolen from him returned to his chest, flowing in and out his nose and lips, chest rising and falling evenly.
“Jaeyun-ah, from the moment we met…” Heeseung’s voice caught in his throat and at first Jake wasn’t sure what to make of it, until he spotted the wetness in the older boy’s eyes. He freed one of his hands from Heeseung’s grasp and used it to brush the hair out of his Hyung’s eyes, much like the way he was comforted in the hallway.
When Jake imagined their confessions ending well, he always assumed it would be himself confessing, and the other going along with it. He always expected his own feelings to be deeper, more set in stone. However, Heeseung always found a way to surprise him.
“From the moment we met—it was always you. I fell for you before you even introduced yourself. And then, when you did, I only fell harder. I want to be with you, Jake,” Small tears spilled past the corner of his Hyung’s eyes and he watched as they sunk into the pillow below his head. The honesty in Heeseung’s words sunk into his heart at the same time. All he could do was listen.
“I love you, Jaeyun—more than life itself. I love you. I love you. I love you. I—” Jake surged forward, catching Heeseung’s lips in another sweet kiss. The older boy rolled onto his back to give him better access and Jake used that to drape himself over his Hyung’s upper half, chest to chest.
This kiss was all nervous hands and hesitant moves and learning. They were learning each other in ways they never had before. Heeseung kissed slow and unhurried while Jake was energetic and inexperienced.
Sunny smiles forced their mouths apart, shy laughs tumbling from their lips. They fell asleep not long after, more and more secrets spilling out into the open.
And when Jake woke up, it wasn’t from an alarm or their leader, it was because of Heeseung and the way he lovingly peppered his face with kisses. Forehead. Cheek. The other side too. Nose. Repeat.
Giggling, his eyes fluttered open and the sight that awaited him was nothing short of magical. Sleepy, bed-head, doe-eyed Heeseung was smiling the hardest he had ever seen. Judging by the aching in his cheeks, he was too. Heeseung went through his little kissing routine once more but this time it ended with a longer one on Jake’s mouth. The only times Heeseung paused were when rapid I love you’s burst from his chest like pretty fireworks, melting into the younger’s skin.
After a while, Jake wasn’t sure where he ended and his Hyung began.
.
Love is a cloud that can’t be whisked away by harsh winds or fierce storms. It remains, benevolently watching over us with care and devotion, always waiting to resume its gentle drizzles of adoration and patience after every hardship. This love is formed by two halves. Mine and yours.