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It hurts himself a bit to admit it, but Soobin realizes he really was covering his own eyes on this one.
He sees it now, in the way he and Yeonjun transitioned from being friends to lovers - because there was really no transition at all.
“That’s because you’ve basically been dating for months, you absolute dumbass,” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, far past the point of tired with Soobin’s slowness.
Soobin doesn’t reply, pouting, because, yeah, okay, maybe he was dumbass. Because besides the kissing and the actual sex - actual , because well, most of it isn’t new either - they’re… the same.
Their friends barely batted an eyelash the first day they walked to class holding hands, or when Yeonjun kissed him goodbye before departing for his own building. Except for an enthusiastic tap on the back from Huening Kai, the most reaction he received was eye rolls or sighs of relief and/or exasperation. ‘Man, I was, so. Done. With that slow burn,’ Hyunjin had said, in typical Hyunjin-fashion (read: overly dramatically).
No one commented on their scent even though they had spent the night together, and Soobin realized with embarrassment that they must have smelled of each other for a while now.
And Yeonjun is… the same, too. He still wears Soobin clothes and invites himself over to raid his fridge. He still calls Soobin when they don’t have the time or the energy to spend time together because college is a pain in the ass (and not the good kind), just to talk about his day and complain about his workload and listen to Soobin do the same. He still reddens a bit when Soobin tells him how good he looks with this certain outfit or that specific way he styled his hair or for no reason at all, just because he wants to tell him. He still spends his heats in Soobin’s bedroom. He still looks at Soobin the same way, and Soobin thinks he sees it now, this little something in his eyes when it’s him he’s looking at. It’s special, just for him.
Does he see it because he knows now? Was all of this always right there?
Soobin feels like an utter moron. He tells Yeonjun as much, that very same day when both their classes are done with and they’re finally relaxing, cuddling together to watch some documentaries with mild interest. Yeonjun just laughs and bites his cheek, saying, “What can I say, I have a thing with pretty guys with no brains…”
Soobin pinches his nipple, making him jerk away, but Soobin doesn’t plan on letting him go so easily and starts attacking his ribs with tickles. One thing leads to another and they end up making out on the uncomfortable couch, but as always, Soobin can’t bring himself to care.
“I can’t believe I actually rooted for you guys - I should have seen this coming,” Taehyun sighs as he steps in, not stopping on his way to the bathroom.
-
It was not Soobin’s plan not to tell his family - at first.
Regarding his sister, it was simply to spite her - he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction after the… dildo incident. She had her fun, now it was his turn.
“How dare you not call me for so long after everything I did for you,” is what she says when she answers Soobin’s call.
“Nothing stops you from calling me yourself, noona,” Soobin replies. “But I’m sorry, I’ve been kinda busy.” It’s true; between the emotional shitstorm he’s brought to himself about Yeonjun, college and the tutoring of first years he’s signed up for at Mr. Kim’s request (because Soobin is still just a weak, weak man - Yeonjun had patted his back in sympathy) - he hadn’t made enough time for his family. He’ll try to make up for it.
His sister sighs. “Alright, I know how it is. I’ll forgive you this time around,” then, with mischief in her voice, “Now tell me. Did Yeonjun-ah like my present?”
“Yeah,” he lies through gritted teeth, then promptly tries to change the subject because he really doesn’t want to talk about this - especially with his sister. “The pills were pretty useful too, and hyung started a treatment that seems to be efficient with the cramps. His last heat was practically painless,” he says, even though they don’t know if it’s the treatment or just the fact that Soobin’s actually fucking him to completion now. Not like he’s gonna tell his sister that, though.
She pauses, “But you-” she starts, then clears her throat a bit oddly, a bit...nervously. “You, hum. Still spends his heats with him, right? He still needs your help?”
Soobin blinks. Carefully, he asks, “Why does it matter?”
“No, it’s just-,” she says, trying to mask the curiosity in her voice. “It’s just- I thought maybe you guys hum- well. Did you just like- stop all of a sudden and act like nothing happened? Nothing changed?”
Soobin blinks again. She sounds weirdly involved in his and Yeonjun’s relationship and - Oh.
Oh. Of fucking course. Soobin smirks; he’s got his revenge. “Well, that’s exactly what we did, actually,” he lies. “Back just like before. Why? What else did you think would happen?” he asks, trying to sound as inconspicuous as he can.
“For the love of god,” he hears her mutter. He thinks she would have blown the biggest sigh of exasperation ever if he weren't’ still on line. “Nothing, just- forget it,” she says, and Soobin barely manages to keep from bursting out of laughter.
She sounds so disappointed! Like she had this whole strategy to get them together and Soobin still somehow messed it up! She sounds so done with him!
It would have hurt Soobin that she underestimates him so much, but frankly? Yeonjun is currently whistling and dancing around Soobin’s small kitchen as he cooks them dinner - and the only reason Soobin isn’t helping him is that Yeonjun threatened him with a ladle after Soobin had crowded him against the counter and gave him an impromptu blow job in the middle of his vegetable chopping, causing the noodles to overcook. It’s just hilarious to Soobin.
He’ll tell her later, can’t wait to see her face when he does.
Except he doesn’t.
Because Soobin comes to understand that it’s not just her; it’s his entire family.
His entire family had known he and Yeonjun were pining idiots and thought Soobin was hopeless, destined to be a clueless yearner for the rest of his life.
He realizes this when his mother video calls him. They talk for a while. “How’s Yeonjun-ah?” she asks at some point, as per usual.
“He’s good. A bit stressed, since his graduation is approaching.”
“Aigo, time sure does fly,” his mom hums. Yeonjun is fresh out of the shower, and walks into his bedroom patting his hair dry with a towel just as she asks Soobin, “Is he seeing someone these days?”
Soobin doesn’t think anything of the question at first - she does ask it pretty often. Soobin always attributed that to the fact that she was curious about him; Yeonjun was like a member of his family at this point, having spent the majority of his highschool days in their house (when it wasn’t the other way around), and they were at an age when people usually get serious about relationships and think of getting mated. Soobin usually replies with ‘I don’t know’, and that's the end of it.
Just to be a brat, Soobin asks Yeonjun, still not in his camera’s range of vision, “I don’t know, hyung, are you seeing someone these days?”
Yeonjun smirks. “Yeah. He’s kind of an idiot but he’s cute. I think I like him,” he says with a wink.
Soobin rolls his eyes and hopes he’s not blushing. He’s about to tell his mom that it’s him, he’s Yeonjun’s idiot but cute boyfriend, but he stops himself upon seeing his mom’s face fall.
“Oh, that’s,” she says, awkward, before putting on an obviously fake smile. “That’s good! Very good. Don’t get mated too quickly though, Yeonjun-ah, you kids are still young!”
Uh. That speech is very different from the one Soobin’s used to hear. It’s usually all about how he should think about finding a mate, and how she and Soobin’s father were already mated at his age.
His mother laughs nervously. “What about you, Soobin-ah? Someone in your life these days? You never tell those things to your mother.”
“Not really,” Soobin says. Yeonjun throws him a look of confusion, and Soobin tries to communicate ‘I’ll tell you later’ with his eyes. Yeonjun shrugs and gets back to styling his hair.
His mother sighs. “That’s- that’s okay, you still have time, no need to rush things, right?”
Right.
“I don’t know, Binnie,” Yeonjun says through a mouthful of chips, not looking away from their race. “Maybe she’s just a bit nosy, like mothers tend to be, you know?”
“I’m telling you, hyung,” he says, throwing a red shell. Yeonjun curses under his breath as it hits his vehicle and Soobin takes the lead. “They’re like… shipping us. All of them, and I’m pretty sure it’s the case with your mom, too, knowing her. They’re just - they take us for clueless brats incapable of taking our own love lives in hands!”
Yeonjun thinks about it as Soobin gets mariokarted and drives right into a stupid banana peel at the last second. “Now that you mention it… she did sound overly excited when I told her you agreed to help with my heats…”
“Right?” Soobin breathes, putting his Switch controller down. “She even sent me a text, saying ‘please take care of my Healing’ with a heart!”
As if on cue, Yeonjun’s phone starts vibrating on Soobin’s bed. Yeonjun stands up to retrieve it, and flashes the caller ID to Soobin.
“I’m telling you,” Soobin whisper-shouts as Yeonjun picks up, putting a finger on his lips to silence him as he puts the phone on speaker.
“Hi eomma,” Yeonjun starts, but his mom cuts him.
“Healing-ah, I heard you’ve got a boyfriend,” she says, and Soobin brings a hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Yeonjun kicks him. “How could you not tell your mother?”
“Eomma, I- I was planning to tell you, I just, uh-” Yeonjun says, scratching his nape. “I was waiting to, uhm, to see if it was… serious?” he improvises.
His mom stays silent for a beat. “Is it? Is it serious?”
Yeonjun looks Soobin’s way, before diverting his gaze to the phone. “Yeah,” he says. Soobin stands up and wraps himself around Yeonjun’s back.
“Does he… treat you well?” she asks after a while, sounding kind of defeated.
“Yeah, yeah he does,” Yeonjun answers, laughing a little as Soobin caresses his sides, probably tickling him without meaning to.
“As well as Soobin would treat you?” she adds, unconvinced, and Yeonjun chokes as Soobin points at the phone with insistence, mouthing ‘see, see??’ like Yeonjun hadn’t heard.
“I-I think?” he says with a strangled voice.
His mom sighs. Finally, she asks, “Is your heart happy?”
Yeonjun turns his face to watch Soobin’s one, hovering over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he says, smiling softly, and Soobin kisses his cheek, holding him tightly.
His mom makes a wounded sound. “I’m happy for you, then, Healing-ah. That’s all I ever want for you.”
“I know, eomma.”
When they hang up not too long later, Yeonjun turns to him and says, “Holy shit?”
“I know! God, they’re so not subtle too! I would have died if we weren’t actually together?”
“And they called each other right away?” Yeonjun says, disbelieving. “Do you think your mom called mine saying ‘we have a code red’ or something?”
Soobin huffs a laugh. “It wouldn’t surprise me,” he says, then with a stern voice, “'To all agents, this is an emergency; the plan code name Heat failed, and the target started dating someone else - again.’”
Yeonjun laughs but slaps his shoulder. “Go ahead, call me a whore while you’re at it!”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Soobin says, and Yeonjun digs his fingers into his collarbones until he apologizes.
Yeojun sighs, then. “I can’t believe how little faith they have in us. Like, it took us some time but we got here, eventually. But they sound so done with us?”
“I know. I don’t want to imagine what they say behind our backs. Whenever we go home, they’re probably rolling their eyes and sighing everytime we mention each other…” Soobin cringes just thinking about it.
They picture their mothers meeting to complain over tea and cakes, despairing about the fact that their sons are so obvious but completely helpless, and how they’ll ruin their hopes of joining family if they keep at it.
“Ugh, that makes me crazy,” Yeonjun says, putting his hands in his hair.
So, they come up with a master plan.
Yeonjun starts saying ‘my boyfriend’ instead of his name to talk about Soobin to his mother - 'I saw this movie at the theater with my boyfriend, you’d like it eomma’ or ‘my boyfriend agrees that I’d look nice with red hair so I’m thinking about it’.
Then, about a month later, Soobin posted a photo with Beomgyu on his instagram, a heart for only caption. They had asked Beomgyu if he was down, of course, and being the menace he is, he agreed right away to partake in their little game. He commented on Soobin’s post with a heart on his own. Soobin knows his sister would see it and flip, and probably tell their mom. He wishes he could see their faces.
Instagram proves to be their best weapon. Soobin posts a picture of himself by the Han river, and without even being asked, Beomgyu posts a similar one, where he’s making his signature heart. Yeonjun uploads a photo of the bracelet Soobin has gifted him with a vague caption - “you mean the most to me” - and pictures he took during their dates, keeping Soobin out of frame. No one mentions anything in the comments, everyone knowing it’s Soobin with him, and mostly just praises the aesthetic of the photos.
Yeonjun sends him a screenshot when he gets a notification about Soobin’s brother liking the photo of Soobin and Beomgyu sleeping next to each other he posted, only to find that he had unliked it afterwards. Soobin giggles, imagining he was probably scolded by his sister.
When Yeonjun posts a mirror photo of his newest outfits, Soobin comments on it, ‘you look good as always, hyung,’ and Yeonjun replies ‘I know, my boyfriend is so lucky, right?’. ‘He really is,’ Soobin adds. He can imagine everyone grunting reading the exchange.
Still, it wasn’t always easy; they almost gave up on many occasions.
Once, Soobin’s mom visited without notice; he had to improvise an excuse to get her out of the apartment just long enough for Yeonjun to sneak out, and had to spray himself with a strong cologne he never uses to try to erase Yeonjun’s smell off him.
(“Ow,” his mother had said, pinching her nose. “What’s that smell?”
“I, uh- dropped my perfume bottle this morning-”
“Ugh,” she had complained. “Good riddance. You’ll never find a mate smelling like that.”)
Still, they managed to keep at it for months, up until Christmas approached.
Soobin calls his mom, then.
“I was thinking of bringing my boyfriend home for Christmas,” he tells her, “if it’s okay, of course.”
His mother’s voice on the speaker falters, and Yeonjun falls to the ground in silent laughter. “Y-Yes, of course, Soobin-ah,” she says. It looks like she still hasn’t given up though; “Is Yeonjun-ah coming back for the holidays too?”
“Ah, yes, I think he’s planning to go with his boyfriend, too,” he says, and Yeonjun slaps his thigh repeatingly.
“That’s good!” she says nervously. “Well, anyway, of course you can bring your special someone. We’ll all be glad to meet him- your sister, too!”
Yeonjun loses it and Soobin has to cough to mask his snort.
“Ah eomma, I’m glad,” Soobin says. “I can’t wait for you to meet him. I’m sure you’ll love him.”
-
Then, Christmas comes.
Yeonjun parks his car in front of Soobin’s childhood house. They unload their bags from the truck, and hold hands as they wait for the front door to open for the grand punchline of their joke.
Soobin’s mom opens the door to welcome them, and her face goes from delighted to confused so clearly when her eyes fall on Yeonjun, Soobin can’t help but giggle. He shouldn’t enjoy messing with his own mother so much, but well.
“Nice to meet you, eomeoni,” Yeonjun says, grinning. “I’m Soobin’s boyfriend, Yeonjun. Please take care of me,” he says formally with a small bow.
His mom’s eyes go wide, looking between the two of them, as if waiting for them to say it’s a joke; Soobin circles his arms around Yeonjun’s torso, holding him tight.
His mom gasps, then squeaks excitedly, taking Yeonjun into her arms. She then turns to Soobin.
“Surprise-?!” he starts to say, but she swats his shoulder again and again, until he backs away and hides behind Yeonjun. “Eomma!”
“How could you!” she accuses, still threatening him with a fist in the air. She turns to Yeonjun then. “You, too!”
Yeonjun raises his hands immediately. “Soobinie forced me,” he declares without an ounce of hesitation. Soobin sighs.
“One minute, one minute with my family and you’re already betraying me-”
“Rule number one of the son in law handbook, Binnie,” Yeonjun defends. “‘Always side with eomeoni’, it’s nothing personal.”
“Oh, I will remember it when we go see your mom,” Soobin grumbles, and Yeonjun laces their fingers again and sends him an air kiss.
Soobin finds his mother looking at them fondly, and then, she engulfs them in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you two, I really am,” she says, voice earnest.
“Thanks, eomma,” Soobin says, honestly thankful.
She ruffles his hair, before saying, “Well, don’t stay here. I’m sure your sister will be delighted by the news…” with side eyes. Soobin gulps.
His sister is delighted, and when Soobin’s life isn’t threatened anymore, he’s finally able to catch up with everyone.
As expected, Yeonjun molds into his family like he’s always been part of it. He helps with the cooking, participates in the traditional cookie decoration, talks with Soobin’s sister while balancing his young nephew on his lap.
Soobin catches himself staring. Easy, easy, he scolds himself.
When he turns back to his mother to ask for more eggs for the dough, he finds her looking at him, a knowing smile on her face. Soobin coughs, embarrassed.
“Have you thought of getting mated?” she asks, busying herself with the dishwasher.
Soobin chokes.
He has, of course he has.
Everything’s been so easy between them. It’s only been a few months, and it’s usually what it takes for couples their ages to consider it. Marking is not much more than introducing someone to your parents, in itself; it’s mostly a proof that you’re being serious, that you’re thinking long term.
Soobin does think of it as a big deal, though. Especially after their previous… faux-pas, regarding the matter. They haven’t really gotten around talking about it again, even though he’s almost positive Yeonjun would want it, if he asked. And Soobin thinks he wants it too.
See, Soobin is originally a bit… distant, to the idea of biting marks. Thinking of putting his mark on someone to claim them has always made him feel kind of weird; he’s not very comfortable with this idea of possessing someone - or to belong to someone, for that matter.
Well. It used to make him feel weird, anyway. Now, though... Call him a hypocrite, but since Yeonjun - since it has become a real option, that someone would actually want to be claimed by him… The idea of marking or to be marked doesn’t make him that uncomfortable anymore, somehow.
He thinks he would like it, arboring Yeonjun’s mark on him. And if he had to look at it honestly, the picture of Yeonjun showing off his mark, displaying how he’s Soobin’s… it thrills Soobin more than he’d like to admit.
And Yeonjun. Yeonjun is a big romantic, he has come to learn. He’s seen it in the way Yeonjun acts and talks, in the way he gets excited over things like matching outfits, in the way he had smiled when Soobin had bought him a toothbrush to keep his own company in Soobin’s bathroom. In the way Yeonjun had gotten so emotional when Soobin had told him he loved him for the first time, without even thinking about it - because he thought Yeonjun knew already, that it was obvious in Soobin’s every move and glance.
But words were important to Yeonjun, those ones specifically. It was evident in the way Yeonjun whispered it back against his cheek, heartfelt.
So Soobin would bet marking bites were important to him, too. He can’t take it lightly.
“I have,” Soobin chooses not to lie. “I’ve thought about it, but - I don’t really know how to bring it up. I’m just kind of waiting for - a good moment, or something,” he tells his mom.
She looks at him with tender eyes. “Don’t think too much about it, Soobin-ah. Sometimes, you just know,” she says, voice soft, and then turns around, adding with that knowing tone, “I can tell a fated pair when I see one.”
He rolls his eyes. The concept of fated pair is more of a cliché trope for cheesy rom coms than an actual belief, nowadays.
Yeonjun does believe in soulmates, though. Soobin, not so much - not in the sense of having ‘a fated mate’, anyway. He thinks one can choose who they decide to include in their destiny - that one can tell their soul, ‘See, this person? We’ll keep them close, they’re ours to care for now ’. He likes to think that’s how it works, that no one’s entitled to anyone - just people meeting and choosing to care for each other, only for a time or more than that.
(“You’re such a party pooper,” Yeonjun had said when Soobin told him just that.
“I don’t know,” Soobin had replied, as he kept making little braids out of Yeonjun’s overgrown locks. Leaning against his chest, Yeonjun’s eyes had fallen closed as he enjoyed the threading of Soonbin’s fingers in his hair. “Think of it like this; if I’m your soulmate,” Soobin had said, and Yeonjun had glanced up at him with curious eyes. “It just means that some cosmic entity decided I was for some obscure reason, and that’s that - you’re stuck with me.”
“If you’re my soulmate, though,” Soobin continued, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Yeonjun’s face. “It means that among everyone out there, I decided you were it for me. Isn’t that a nice thought?”
Yeonjun had watched him a bit before closing his eyes again. “It is nice,” he sighed. “But maybe my cosmic entity really knows what they’re doing,” he mumbles against him. “I don’t mind being stuck with you.”
Blushing, Soobin had come to the conclusion they could agree to disagree on this one.)
His eyes absentmindedly find Yeonjun again. He’s poking at his nephew’s dimples, telling him how cute he is in baby talk.
Yeah, sometimes you just know, he guesses.
-
Yeonjun’s parents and grandmother end up joining for Christmas celebrations. It’s mostly a lot of loud chatters, food, drinks, and jokes about how Soobin and Yeonjun both were so damn slow. Yeonjun’s grandmother had downright chastised them for it.
(“Kids these days, they think they’ve got all the time in the world. Now you better give me a great-grandchild before I die!”
“Halmeoni!” Yeonjun had groaned, while Soobin had choked on his water, nearly drowning.
Soobin was still coughing when she added, “Breathe, kiddo, I’m not letting you die yet. You’ve got some work to do.”
Yeonjun had planted his face on the table as Soobin was thrown into another fit of coughing.)
Even Soobin’s brother, who couldn’t stay for long, rolled his eyes saying, ‘took you long enough’. Soobin pouts everytime someone says something about it, but couldn’t really bring himself to feel too bad with Yeonjun’s hand in his.
After Christmas, Yeonjun goes home with his family for the rest of the holidays. Soobin doesn’t want to be like those insufferable couples that can’t spend a single day appart, but he’d be lying if he said that Yeonjun’s absence, after having him around all the time for the past few days, didn't make him feel a bit lonely.
Soobin sighs to himself; he’s in too deep. Hopefully it’ll get better with time, he’ll learn to be less obsessed with him eventually.
After the New Year, they go back to Seoul; they don’t really have time to relax because they decide to celebrate the beginning of the year with the others right away.
They feast like pigs - there’s no other way to put it. They eat and drink then eat some more, and then move to a club to get back to the drinking. Soobin is agreeably buzzed, and he’d guess Yeonjun is too, from the pinkness of his cheeks.
Huening Kai, despite his height, is already close to wasted though, giggling non stop and stumbling with every step. They manage to find some seats available in the far back of the room. Next to their table, a man is sitting alone, looking like he’s having the worst night of his whole life, too many empty glasses sitting in front of him. Soobin watches him with sympathy for a second, before Huening Kai topples over - Soobin catches him just in time.
Even sitting down, he keeps clinging onto Soobin, so the others let him in his hands as Taehyun goes to order them drinks (water, for Huening Kai), while Beomgyu and Yeonjun depart for the dance floor.
There’s not that many people, the ambience being sort of tranquil for the hour, so Taehyun ends up coming back pretty quickly. Soobin and Taehyun clink their glasses together, not waiting for the others, and then spend a good ten minutes trying to hydrate Huening Kai. Since Beomgyu and Yeonjun are still not back, Soobin and Taehyun exchange a look, and without a word, clink what was supposed to be their drinks before gulping them down as well.
In the meantime, Huening Kai had chosen to slump against Taehyun, dozing off. Taehyun is busy trying to take pictures of him for black mail material when a stranger slides on the seat facing Soobin, unprovoked.
“I see that your glass is empty, can I offer you another one?” she says, smiling sweetly.
Soobin blinks, caught off guard. Before he can reject the offer politely, though, a glass is set before him somewhat forcefully.
“Don’t bother,” Yeonjun says, sitting next to Soobin, making a show of pressing against him and scenting his neck. “His mate got it covered.”
“Oop, sorry,” the woman says, standing up but smiling still, not taking offence in Yeonjun’s ridiculous display.
When she turns around, Yeonjun sticks his tongue out at her back. “The audacity,” he grumbles. Soobin grins, warm all over. Be it because the alcohol loosened his tongue or something else, Yeonjun had called him his mate. That’s all the confirmation he needed, really. It’s too bad they’re a bit too drunk for serious business like this, but Soobin thinks he might try to bring it up tomorrow, if they’re not too hungover.
“Possessive, aren’t we?” Soobin says, nudging Yeonjun’s cheek with his nose.
“Got a problem with that?” Yeonjun smirks.
“None at all,” Soobin answers, circling his arms around him. And then, prompted by the thrill of Yeonjun wanting him as a mate or the alcohol, he leans forward and kisses him deeply, not caring about their surroundings. He swallows Yeonjun’s noise of surprise, and when Soobin angles his face up by his chin, Yeonjun hums and responds to the kiss eagerly.
Soobin’s lips slow down absentmindedly when his attention is caught by an increasingly loud shooting. His eyes find the man from the neighboring table, talking on the phone at an inappropriate volume, begging the person at the other side of the line to take him back. ‘It’s an alpha, isn’t it?! Can’t I be enough?!’, he cries. But Yeonjun calls his attention back by sucking his lower lip into his mouth, and Soobin can’t really hear him anymore.
They make out for a while, Yeonjun starting to make little sounds of pleasure into his mouth, when Beomgyu interrupts them very rudely. “Yah, you guys planning to get a room maybe? Or are you actually gonna fuck right there on the table?”
“I don’t hate the idea,” Yeonjun replies, smirking. Soobin throws a bashful glance Beomgyu’s way, but catches Taehyun looking somewhere behind him with a frown. Following his gaze, he sees that the man has hung up, but is still shooting in despair, and hitting the table with a closed fist, knocking some glasses down. He looks completely messed up; other people are starting to notice him, glancing his way worryingly. Soobin’s getting somewhat uneasy, bringing Yeonjun closer to his body.
“Well, I do , thank you very much. Just go home if you’re that horny,” Beomgyu sticks his tongue out.
Yeonjun and he go back and forth, but Soobin completely drowns their banter out, keeping watch on the guy. ‘It’s so unfair,’ he cries out, ‘It’s always like this! Just because I’m a beta-’
‘Or maybe it’s because you’re the type of guy to cause a scene like this?’ another man says, standing up.
‘You’ve got a problem, asshole? What, you wanna prove you better than me, too, uh?’
Soobin looks back at Taehyun. Taehyun nods.
“Beomgyu’s right, let’s go home, hyung,” Soobin says, pulling Yeonjun towards him.
“What?” Yeonjun pouts, “But we got there like, half an hour ago!”
‘Look, man, I’m not trying to pick up a fight, don’t ruin everyone’s night-’
‘Fuck this!’
Soobin doesn’t want to waste any unnecessary time here. “Junnie,” he says, kissing Yeonjun’s jaw and trailing a hand down to his lower back with intent. “Don’t you wanna go home with me?”
Yeonjun groans softly. “Yeah, okay, you convinced me.” Soobin kisses his cheek before hurryingly trying to haul Huening Kai up. When they’ve left the table, though, Yeonjun stops on his tracks, patting his pockets. “Fuck, my phone, let me just-”
Most people have stepped away from the two arguing men. The shouting one stands up and staggers his way around his table. ‘Dude, I’m going to call the security,’ the other man threatens.
Everything happens quickly, then; as Yeonjun rounds the table to retrieve his phone, the man flips his own table, shouting hysterically, ‘That’s right, call the security! I’m no alpha, but I can bite, too!’
Soobin barely has the time to throw Huening Kai to Taehyun that Yeonjun gets pinned over the table clumsily, completely taken by surprise. The man surges forward for his neck.
Yeonjun’s fist connects with the man’s jaw almost immediately; the man tumbles backward and onto the floor, drunk and stunned, and doesn’t try to get back up.
Yeonjun’s pressing a hand to the side of his neck, eyes wide and trembling. Soobin’s immediately in front of him. He cups his face and takes his hand away, holding his breath.
There’s a single drop of blood collecting where teeth scraped his skin - but didn’t mark. Soobin watches it slide along the length of Yeonjun’s neck, before turning to the man, who’s still dazed from the hit.
Soobin’s never been a violent person - doesn’t remember ever hitting anyone, really. Now, he just wants to hear the sound punching every single tooth out of this man’s mouth would make, just to be sure he doesn’t have the chance to bite anything ever again.
He grabs the man’s collar, barely has the time to register the fear painting his face that Yeonjun grips his arm.
“Binnie, don’t,” he says, voice urgent. “Please, look at me.”
Soobin does, and immediately gets shaken out of it. Yeonjun’s trembling. He drops the man back onto the floor; he’s got better things to do than hitting a drunkard. He cups Yeonjun’s face with both hands, gentle.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, rubbing his thumbs below Yeonjun’s eyes in slow, careful motions. Yeonjun nods, just once, pupils dilated and eyes still shaking with adrenaline. His lower lip wobbles.
Soobin kisses his forehead, softly, and guides him to join the other with an arm tightly wrapped around him. Yeonjun’s hand instinctively gets back to covering his neck.
On the way back, Yeonjun is quiet, face pressed against Soobin’s shoulder. He lets the others take care of Huening Kai and leaves them with the promise of calling them tomorrow.
Yeonjun’s still trembling slightly when Soobin sits him down on the ledge of the bathtub to disinfect the small wound.
They shower, Soobin washing Yeonjun’s body in silence, but sensing Yeonjun might need some space, he rinses himself and gets out of the bathroom ahead.
Yeonjun steps out the bathroom a few minutes later and crawls over to where Soobin’s waiting on his bed. He still looks pretty shaken up, so Soobin holds his body close, just that. He presses a small, careful kiss on the corner of his mouth, and when Yeonjun seems to relax at the contact, he peppers some more. Yeonjun cups his cheeks and his lips meet Soobin’s ones tenderly.
It’s soft, so soft it breaks Soobin’s heart a bit. Then, Yeonjun starts kissing up his face, so Soobin’s lips travel down to his jaw. When he presses a tentative kiss against his pulse point though, Yeonjun’s whole body jerks and something strong overtakes him.
He guides Soobin’s face back up forcefully and kisses him with nothing but desperation, a great contrast to the gentle touches from seconds ago. ‘Hey-’ Soobin tries to say, but Yeonjun drinks the sound up and keeps licking into his mouth like his life depends on it.
Yeonjun straddles him, and soon a hand slides down to his crotch, slipping under the fabric of his briefs and starts stroking him into hardness, surprising a whimper out of Soobin but the noise is, once again, swallowed away.
He barely registers it when the tip of his not even fully erect cock is pressed against Yeonjun’s entrance. “Hyung, wait-” he tries to argue, but Yeonjun doesn’t listen and sinks onto him slowly.
Soobin grunts, not knowing if should stop him; he’d like to believe Yeonjun knows his own limits, but he’s not even stretched, and really not wet enough for this - there’s no way it’s not hurting him. Yet, Yeonjun keeps pushing himself down onto him, up until Soobin’s almost fully buried inside him. He doesn’t even take a breath before he starts pulling himself up then back down his length, whimpering with each move.
Soobin grips his waist with strong hands to keep him still. “Junnie,” he calls, but Yeonjun won’t look at him, just attempts to wiggle out of Soobin’s hold. “Junnie!” he tries again with more feelings. Yeonjun grabs the back of his head and pushes Soobin’s face into his neck forcefully.
“Bite me,” Yeonjun pants, pressing Soobin’s face against his skin hard - Soobin can barely breathe. “Bite me, please, alpha-”
Soobin straightens up and reverses their positions, pinning Yeonjun down the mattress. When he pulls out, Yeonjun whimpers. “No-” he sobs, trying to grab Soobin’s neck again, but Soobin grips his wrists and holds them securely above his head. “Why, why won’t you claim me,” he cries, voice cracking.
“I will,” Soobin says, voice firm, then, breathing out, “I will, Junnie, but- not now.”
Yeonjun sobs again. “Why-”
“Because you’re scared,” Soobin whispers, releasing his hold on Yeonjun’s wrists to cup his face instead. “Junnie, you’re not being yourself. I need you to breathe-”
“But I want it,” Yeonjun sniffs, calming down ever so slightly. “I do, even before, I already wanted it, I just-”
“Then you’ll want it tomorrow as well, “ Soobin says quietly, wiping the single tear rolling down Yeonjun’s cheek. Yeonjun makes a wounded sound, but doesn’t fight anymore. Soobin brushes his hair out of his face, repeating the motion until he calms down.
“Binnie,” Yeonjun breathes out, and Soobin takes him into his arms, cradling him.
“It’s okay now, you’re okay.” Soobin says against his hair. “I love you,” he adds, just because.
Yeonjun exhales shakily. “I love you, Binnie.”
-
When Yeonjun awokens the next morning, Soobin’s caressing his back lazily, barely conscious himself. Yeonjun stretches, and winces.
“You okay?” Soobin asks, trying to blink himself into awakeness.
“My butt hurts,” Yeonjun says weakly, pouting, and Soobin flicks his forehead.
“You bet it does,” Soobin sighs. “But apart from that- are you feeling better?”
Yeonjun exhales. “Yeah,” he says, snuggling his face into Soobin's neck. “I’m sorry about last night…”
“Hey, none of that,” Soobin counters, raising Yeonjun’s face so that he’s looking at him. “You were shaken up, and for very good reasons too,” he says, and Yeonjun pouts again. “I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself like that, that's all.”
“I was... so freaked out,” Yeonjun admits after a while. “For a second I just- I really thought he...” he trails off.
“Me, too,” Soobin breathes. “I can’t imagine how scary it must have been for you. But damn,” Soobin laughs softly, “That punch was really something,” he attempts to lighten the mood, and Yeonjun giggles quietly. Soobin kisses his nose, and Yeonjun presses their lips together in a sweet kiss.
He grunts again when he moves to press closer, leaning his forehead on Soobin’s shoulder. “Why the fuck did I do that. That sucks,” he whines. “We haven’t fucked since like, before Christmas,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, well, looks like we’ll have to wait a few more days,” Soobin says, sighing. He pinches at Yeonjun’s waist. “Let me see if it’s not too bad.”
Yeonjun plops onto his belly, lifting his butt in the air with a tiny groan. Soobin pats his hips comfortingly, before sliding his underwear down his thighs.
“It’s very red, hyung,” he observes with a frown, rubbing his thumbs around the irritated skin carefully.
“I mean,” Yeonjun huffs, pushing his ass toward Soobin some more. “Maybe eating me out would make it better…”
Soobin snorts and slaps his ass lightly; Yeonjun moans. “Nice try, but you’ll have to content yourself with relieving cream, hyungie,” he says and pushes his underwear back to their place, patting his butt two times. Yeonjun drops his bottom back to the mattress, grumbling about blue balls. ‘Oh, you don’t get to complain about blue balls,’ he wants to say, but asks instead, “Do you have some? Or should I go to the pharmacy real quick?”
“I do have some at my place,” Yeonjun says, then smirks. “I’m no stranger to a sore ass, you made sure of that, baby,” he says with a wink, and Soobin slaps his butt again, blushing. He’s glad Yeonjun’s more like himself again, though - even if that means insufferable.
“Alright,” he grumbles. “Let’s get breakfast and walk you home, then. Tyun must be worried after yesterday.”
-
The following week was literal hell for Soobin. Class had started again, and he realized he had forgotten the deadline for a workshop report - who even puts a deadline on the very first week after the holidays, it’s just twisted and vile - so he had to beg his PA for an extra few days.
He somehow managed to hand it in by the end of the week, while also having to gather new materials for his tutoring lessons; apparently, the first years’ study program had changed, and the freshmen needed help with a subject Soobin hadn’t actually studied himself before at least his fourth semester.
He barely sees Yeonjun during those days; only catching him on campus during break from time to time, and once for a study date at the library (he doesn’t make that mistake again though, after realizing he won’t be able to get much work done when Yeonjun starts playing footsies under the table).
All in all, when the weekend is here, Soobin’s only wish is to take a big nap in Yeonjun’s arms. But he knows Yeonjun won’t let him get away so easily.
As expected, when Soobin lets himself in to meet Yeonjun at his and Taehyun’s place, he’s immediately pounced on. Yeonjun presses him against the wall with eagerness, nosing at his neck. Despite his fatigue, having Yeonjun’s smell around him makes Soobin relax right away. He doesn’t even have the time to let out a sigh of contentment though, that Yeonjun’s latching to his lips.
Soobin huffs a small laugh against his mouth. “Glad to see you too, hyung,” he breathes out between Yeonjun’s hungry kisses. Yeonjun hums.
“You worked so hard, Binnie,” he says, moving to nibble at Soobin’s jaw. “Gotta give you a nice reward, don’t you think?” he adds as his hands trailing up and down Soobin’s chest, deliberate. The simple act manages to make his body alight with want, and Soobin wonders, very briefly, how Yeonjun can hold such power over him, enough to make an entire week’s exhaustion vanish with a touch.
Yeonjun smiles against his mouth when Soobin grabs his chin and guides him to his lips again, probably satisfied with the way he’s made Soobin desperate for him with little to no effort. Soobin vows to himself to give it back to him tenfold; in the meantime, he pushes himself off the wall and they undertake the difficult and exertive task of heading toward Yeonjun’s bedroom while refusing to detach themself from each other.
It’s ridiculous; they could just halt the kissing for a single minute, walk there and be done with it; instead, they stumble around the living room, toppling a table lamp over on their passage and nearly crashing against Yeonjun’s bedroom door.
They somehow make it into the room, but it seems to be the farthest they were willing to go. The door closes after them and then Yeonjun’s pressed against it, whining into Soobin’s mouth. Their bodies disconnect only for the time it takes to get naked, clothes left scattered at their feet, before they’re all over each other again, lips hungry and hands everywhere.
When Soobin starts kissing down his jaw, Yeonjun finds his wrist and guides his palm to his behind. Soobin accepts the invitation easily, but does not expect to touch something hard when his fingers slide down in between Yeonjun’s ass cheeks.
He steps back, turning Yeonjun around so that his front presses against the door. Yeonjun arches his back, and sure enough, a shiny, red plug is poking out of his hole. Soobin swallows hard, and Yeonjun lets out a breathy giggle.
“You like?” Yeonjun asks, and makes a tiny, surprised noise when Soobin turns him over again, hands gripping his shoulders. He holds Soobin’s intense gaze, and smirks when he adds, “Made sure to be all wet and stretched for you this time.”
Soobin wants to fuck the smirk off his face. Wants to tease him with his little plug until he’s begging for more. Forget sleeping, forget about being tired; he just wants to kiss and touch Yeonjun all night - he’ll rest when he's dead. For now it’s all about Yeonjun; all he wants is to feel him, to watch him fall apart in his hands, to scent and taste and bite and claim-
“I want to mark you,” he says, because he realizes he’s never actually told Yeonjun. Yeonjun’s smile falters, eyes going wide and glinting with something hopeful. “If you want it too,” Soobin adds in a breath.
“Yes,” Yeonjun cuts him. “Yes, yes, fuck, just-” he heaves, but keeps his eyes on him this time as his head rolls to the side, diplaying the expanse of his neck. The sound made at the back of his throat reverberates and sends vibrations against the pad of Soobin’s thumb where it presses over his pulse point.
Soobin leaves kisses down the presented skin, and Yeonjun’s breath catches when his lips brush softly just where he wants it, where his shoulder and neck connect.
But then, Soobin smirks against his skin. “Not so fast,” he hums, nosing back up Yeonjun’s neck, and Yeonjun’s knees buckle, his body crashing against Soobin’s.
“You fucker- ” he huffs, wanting to sound frustrated but an edge of desperation in his voice betrays him.
“Interesting choice of words,” Soobin huffs in a laugh, getting hold of Yeonjun’s thighs and locking them around his waist. “But you’re too impatient,” he whispers, earning a small whine when he cups Yeonjun’s ass cheeks and squeezes. “Wanna make it good for you.”
Yeonjun makes a grunting noise like he wants to complain but not really dares to, pushing into Soobin’s hands, needy for more.
Soobin lifts him into his arms more fully and steps back from the wall with the intent to get to the bed. But on his way there, movements on his peripheral vision catches his attention, and his eyes land on their reflections in Yeonjun’s full body mirror, innocently standing on the other side of the room.
He finds himself walking over to it, Yeonjun too far gone to even ask questions. He takes a minute to relish the view - Yeonjun completely wrapped around him, the pretty curves of his muscular back, the way the light catches on the glass plug still comfortably settled in between his butt, taunting. With something oddly akin to reverence, he watches the tip shift and the light dance over the glossy material when he squeezes his ass with both hands, earning an appreciative sigh from Yeonjun.
Soobin kneels down, getting comfortable on the ground. “Junnie,” he calls, barely above a whisper. “Turn around for me.”
After a second, Yeonjun pushes himself off him and complies. He pauses, and there’s a sharp intake of air when his eyes fall over their images in front of him, but he ends up settling back into the hollow of Soobin’s crossed legs, chest heaving.
Soobin peppers kisses from the side of his neck to his shoulder, hands gliding on Yeonjun’s stomach, before trailing down to the inside of his thighs, then further down to his knees. He brings them back toward his body, bending his legs so the back of his thighs are exposed, and opens them slowly on each side, displaying his ass in full view of the mirror.
“So pretty,” Soobin breathes, caressing from his inner thighs down to the exposed area of ass, thumbs rubbing around the ruby plug. It slips out slightly when he feels Yeonjun clench around it, some slick escaping with it.
Yeonjun’s chest rises and falls with deep breaths, and his eyes fall close when Soobin’s hands travel up to grope at his breasts, squeezing both fully.
“Uh-uh,” Soobin objects, locking Yeonjun’s chin toward his reflection with a firm hand, “You gotta watch, Junnie. Look how pretty you are for me,” he says, his other hand still busy with his chest, thumb rubbing a nipple in slow circles. Yeonjun heaves a long moan, a lovely pink coloring his skin from high on his cheekbones down to his torso. “Looking so good, all pink and pretty.”
With some more kisses on the side of his neck, he releases his chin, trusting that Yeonjun won’t try to look away again, and slides his hand back down in between his legs. He teases the plug a bit, moving the tip in deliberate, wide circles in his stretched hole, causing some more wetness to slip out. Yeonjun’s whines are nothing but lewd when Soobin pulls the plug out only to thrust it back in at a slow pace, stare never leaving Yeonjun’s clouded eyes through the mirror. One of his breasts is still firmly secured in Soobin’s hold.
“Fuck,” is all Yeonjun manages to breathe, a fat drop of precome already gathering at the tip of his untouched cock. Soobin can’t afford to tease him much longer.
He pushes them up, causing Yeonjun’s knees to fall to the ground, and Yeonjun’s hands instinctively brace themself against the mirror. Soobin finally dispose of the plug and aligns himself with Yeonjun’s entrance; then, he guides Yeonjun down on him, making sure that Yeonjun’s watching the way his cock gets slowly swallowed inside him.
He is; Yeonjun watches intently as he sinks down on him, mouth ajar, gaping around soundless exhales. When Soobin’s buried inside him to the hilt, he barely takes a breath before pushing forward, even deeper, making Yeonjun’s hips lift ever so slightly. He pulls out almost entirely and pushes back in, making Yeonjun bounce with the impact of his hips, and repeats the movement.
Yeonjun’s voicing long grunts and moans, clearly struggling to keep his eyes open and fixed on the way he’s rocking up and down Soobin’s length, himself thrusting impossibly harder with each move, and it’s not long before Yeonjun’s arms give way, his upper body crashing onto the mirror, his forehead meeting its image.
As Soobin lifts his ass up and keeps pumping in and out of him, fog starts clouding Yeonjun’s reflection where he’s breathing heavily against the glass. Still, his eyes are strained on the constant swaying of his hips, on the flapping of his untouched, leaking dick.
There’s a bit of drool collecting at the corner of Yeonjun’s mouth, Soobin realizes, as he can’t seem to be able to close it. A chant of ‘ah, ah, ah-’ starts leaving his lips as Soobin brings a hand back to his chest, pinching, and licks a fat strip of saliva on the length of his neck.
“So good for me, Junnie- just for me,” Soobin mumbles against his neck, lips tracing the words on his skin. “Mine.”
Yeonjun clenches around him, and Soobin spills into him the moment he sinks his teeth into Yeonjun’s neck.
Usually, Yeonjun’s pretty quiet when he orgasms; he has this tendency to just, sigh, or whine breathily when he reaches his climax. Now, though, the groan he’s dragging out is just loud and downright obscene, as his back arches impossibly far and his dick spews spurt after spurt of white, most of it landing all over the mirror.
Soobin keeps rocking his hips for a few moments, lapping the blood off the fresh bite, arms securely wrapped around Yeonjun’s slowly relaxing body.
After a while, though, Yeonjun’s still not really responding, just breathing heavily. Soobin pulls out and lifts him up, this time actually going for the bed.
“Junnie,” he calls when he lays him down the mattress, caressing his sides softly. Yeonjun’s eyes flutter open with effort. “You okay?”
Yeonjun observes him silently for a beat, then calls, “Dude,” and Soobin can’t help but let a surprised chuckle out. “You made me come so hard I blacked out for a second here,” he says, before he starts giggling as well, disbelieving. “What are you?!”
“A very good mate?” Soobin grins, delighted by the fact that he’s managed to be good for him. Yeonjun stops giggling at the words, bringing a careful hand up his neck, brushing against the teeth imprints Soobin just left on him. He smiles for a second but whines when his fingers press too hard on the sensitive skin, and Soobin takes his hand away and kisses the mark instead.
“God, just- give me five minutes,” Yeonjun says, closing his eyes again. Soobin only shrugs, thinking he’s talking about recovering from his emotions, and gets back at kissing and nosing his neck. He had started drifting off when Yeonjun declares, “Okay!” loudly a few minutes later, and rolls to his side to face Soobin. “Your turn.”
Yeonjun leans in to kiss him, slowly at first, then with more intent as he presses closer to his body. His hips start moving as well, swaying against Soobin’s, making their crotch rub together, and if Yeonjun’s trying to make him hard again, he’s doing a good job.
It does seem to be what he’s actually trying to do, as he reaches down and strokes his cock, still sticky with come and Yeonjun’s own slick, into full hardness. Soobin hums into his mouth, feeling Yeonjun’s own hard-on poke his stomach.
Then, Yeonjun pushes him off, crawling further into the bed and plopping back onto his back. Soobin nearly loses his mind when Yeonjun folds his thighs close to his torso, ass once again in full view, and unceremoniously plunges two fingers inside of himself. He sighs, and Soobin can do nothing but watch as he pumps them in and out almost lazily.
He’s wet all over, and a single drop of white cum rolls out his already used hole. Soobin gulps, dehydrated. His fingers shine with slick when Yeonjun pulls them out, saying, “Come back here.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice; he crawls over to him and in a matter of seconds, Soobin’s sliding back into him with a long sigh. They kiss for a while, before Yeonjun starts rolling his hips, prompting Soobin to start moving. Yeonjun mewls when Soobin presses two fingers onto his mark, his hips jerking. Soobin notes that his mark is sensitive and keeps the information for future use as Yeonjun swats his hand away, glaring weakly.
But Soobin honestly doesn’t have much energy left, and he’s so focused on the back and forth of his hips that he doesn’t notice Yeonjun’s gripping his ass before the wet tip of a finger starts rubbing against his own opening.
Soobin gasps, earning a satisfied hum from Yeonjun. He kisses down Soobin’s neck, pushing a single knuckle past his rim, holding it there. Soobin finds himself pushing back against his hand, trying to get more of it, and as a result, his thrusts get wider and he snaps harder into Yeonjun, making him moan.
“That’s it, alpha,” he pants against Soobin's shoulder, barely pushing his slick coated finger deeper into him. Soobin groans, not knowing if he wants to press harder into Yeonjun or sink back against his finger. It’s making his head spin and his hips rock at an impossible pace.
Then, Yeonjun pushes a second finger inside him, only just, and Soobin nearly chokes.
“You feel so good, Binnie-” Yeonjun whimpers. “Fucking me so good and taking my fingers so well- so breedable, god, wanna fuck you-”
Soobin hips jerk hard, Yeonjun muffles his shout by biting him, and Soobin swears he sees stars.
He comes so much he doesn’t think he’ll be able to for a few days after that. Yeonjun pulls his fingers out but gropes Soobin’s ass as he finishes emptying himself inside him in spasms.
Soobin goes lax over him, not caring that he squishes Yeonjun’s cum between their stomachs, and Yeonjun plants a lingering kiss on his newly imprinted mark when he’s done licking it clean.
“Now we’re even,” he says into Soobin’s hair, and Soobin huffs a weak laugh, slowly regaining his senses.
They’re really gross, and he thinks they’re going to have to burn those bed sheets after this, but the threading of Yeonjun’s hand - the one that’s not still caressing his ass - into his hair could very much lull him to sleep right now.
That’s not in Yeonjun’s plans, obviously, and he rolls Soobin off him (pretty rudely, if you ask him), before jumping on his feet - how does he have that much energy left? - and pulling Soobin up with him excitedly.
Soobin gathers the last bit of his strength to get himself up, because he knows the sooner Yeonjun’s done with him, the sooner he’ll be able to lose himself into a sweet, sweet slumber for the rest of the weekend.
Yeonjun leads them to his mirror, and stands next to Soobin, face nothing but bright as he observes their matching marks. He looks so happy, Soobin’s heart swells inside his chest. Yeonjun turns around then, checking his mark out over his shoulder, before his eyes drop to the mess all over his ass.
He parts his butt cheeks slightly, wincing when drips of cum immediately come out of it. “Just how much did you come in there?!” Soobin flushes.
A lot. He came a lot. He doesn’t say that, though. “Well, ask your mirror,” he grumbles. Yeonjun turns back, and sure enough, there are dried cum stains all over the bottom of the poor, innocent glass. Yeonjun groans, hiding his face into Soobin’s neck.
“You do realize I’ll never be able to check my outfits out without getting hard ever again,” he says dramatically. Soobin circles his arms around him, pressing onto his back. Yeonjun sighs and nuzzles Soobin’s cheek.
Soobin looks at their reflection. They’re a mess; Soobin looks like death, his eyes drooping unnaturally, their hair are completely disheveled, both their skin are flushed all over, especially Yeonjun’s chest. They’re covered in body fluids, and Yeonjun holds himself oddly because of the mess between his legs.
Yeonjun leans his forehead against his cheekbone, and meets his gaze through the mirror. Their marks sit proudly on their neck, completing each other. They’re a mess, but they look so good.
“Move in with me,” Soobin whispers, without even thinking. Yeonjun straightens up in his arms.
“What?” he breathes, searching Soobin’s gaze in the mirror.
“Move in with me,” Soobin repeats, clearer, thinking it this time. Yeonjun turns around, as if making sure the reflected image of him didn’t trick him.
“Really?” he asks, unsure, but with a tingle of excitement in his voice.
“Yes.”
“You want me to live with you?” he asks again, louder, disbelieving still, but smiling more openly.
“Yes,” Soobin repeats, a smile menacing to split his face in half with the force of it. He doesn’t know why Yeonjun acts so surprised, he basically lives at Soobin’s place already - but he indulges.
Yeonjun nearly topples both of them over with the force with which he jumps into his arms, giggling. They somehow start hoping with excitement like kids, still holding tightly onto each other. “I’m gonna move in with you!” Yeonjun shouts, excited.
“Thank fucking god!” Taehyun’s voice resonates through the wall. Soobin covers his mouth, eyes going big.
“Okay, rude,” Yeonjun shoots toward the wall, pouting. Then, mumbling, “He’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
Soobin kisses his puckered lips. “Of course he will.”
Yeonjun smiles, cheeks bucking up, and Soobin kisses him again. Yeonjun hums, one of his hands sliding down to Soobin’s butt and groping at the flesh again. Soobin moans and kisses him harder.
“You better not be going for a third round, I swear to god,” Taehyun groans, but they can’t really hear him anyway.