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sunoo plops himself next to sunghoon, watching as the older male gets his hair fixed by their stylist. they make eye contact through the mirror, a cheeky grin making its way onto sunghoon’s previously stoic expression. after all, sunoo always finds a way to break the other’s resolve. “hyung, i think jungwon is almost done with his shoot. they’ll call you up next.” sunghoon nods in response.
he notices the hint of glitter meticulously lining sunoo’s aegyosal, shimmering underneath the studio lights and highlighting the boy’s beauty. he squints his eyes when he sees something black peeking from sunoo’s lashes and –
what the fuck.
sunghoon thinks he went crazy. he’s absolutely gone crazy, and he really hopes that their stylist noona gets a raise because holy shit, sunoo’s got winged eyeliner on. he gulps, looking away from sunoo for a moment. “hyung, are you okay? you just turned really red,” the younger says, concerned. he stutters a reply, “y- yeah. i’m fine. i just felt hot all of a sudden, haha.” he mentally slaps himself for being so awkward.
“sunghoon-hyung, it’s your turn!” jungwon calls to him, jogging towards the two. he quirked an eyebrow when his eyes landed on an incredibly flustered sunghoon, who hastily got up from his seat and walked curtly towards the set. sunoo smirks when he sees the way the older’s acting. jungwon moves to take sunghoon’s seat next to sunoo, leaning into his hyung’s space. “what’s up with him?” there’s a teasing glint that passes through his pretty eyes, eyeing sunoo with curiosity.
“i think the makeup i have on got him a little… worked up. ”
jungwon chortled at this, finding sunghoon’s inner turmoil over sunoo quite hilarious. “he’s so obvious sometimes. i wonder when he’ll actually say something to you?”
turning his head to the side, sunoo spots sunghoon’s phone, grabbing it from the table and turning it on. “i’m starting to wonder if maybe i should say something first…” jungwon watches as sunoo slides the screen to the left, opening the camera and posing for a few pictures. “hyung, i’m sure sunghoon-hyung already has enough photos of you on his phone.”
“okay, and? you can never have too many pictures of me. besides, he can gatekeep this one if he wants.”
later, however, when sunoo’s off to do his unit shots with jake and heeseung, sunghoon notices a few new additions to his camera roll. he sifts through them, stopping promptly when he sees a picture of sunoo holding up an unfinished heart. a soft smile graces his lips, and as if on impulse, sunghoon immediately changes his lock screen to that photo.
he does that, and thinks nothing of it until a week later.
heeseung pulls niki back from where he was standing, making him sit next to him. to his left, sunghoon shuffles closer, just so he could be seen properly on the camera. they signal to their manager for him to start the live, and soon, a countdown begins.
3, 2, 1–
“hi guys!”
the three of them watch as an influx of comments and hearts start to rapidly fill their screen. a grin forms on their faces, glad to see their fans excited to see them. “today, we started this live since sunoo and jungwon are still on their way home from their radio show. did you guys watch it?” sunghoon leans closer to the camera, reading through the comments their fans have left.
“oh, it’s nice to see you guys supporting their radio show! it’s nice to listen to them talk after a long day,” a grin makes its way onto sunghoon’s clear face. “it’s like an energy recharge, y’know. listening to them talk, i mean,” heeseung interjects, giggling a bit when he fails to phrase his sentences properly. niki brings his arm to hug heeseung from the side, pulling his hyung closer.
“where’s jake and jay? oh, they’re both resting at the dorms. we asked if they wanted to join, but they said they’ll end up falling asleep not even halfway through the live from exhaustion.”
niki cackles, “imagine the two of them joining us and just… sitting here asleep the whole time.”
“i won’t put it past jay to actually do that.”
truthfully speaking, sunghoon was contemplating not joining the two either, when niki approached to ask him to join them. they’ve had a long day from comeback preparations and practice, that sunghoon fantasised about the idea of crashing onto his bed. he decides to join anyways, because he knows he’s not going to be able to sleep until he knows sunoo and jungwon are both home safe (and definitely not because he misses the smell of fresh citrus and mandarin that sunoo seems to always to exude).
the oldest of the three reads through more comments from their fans, happily obliging to their requests or answering their questions. he pauses upon a certain comment, smiling playfully towards sunghoon. “engenes are curious about why you always tease sunoo.”
it feels like déjà vu, really. sunghoon can’t remember when he last answered this exact same question.
(directly after the live, he remembers sunoo asking him the same question a month ago: “hyung, why do you always tease me?”
“teasing you is the joy of my life.”)
“it’s cute to see him annoyed. haven’t you guys noticed the way he rolls his eyes but giggles anyway?” he chuckles awkwardly, the back of his neck burning. heeseung and niki both snicker discreetly from the side. “hey, you guys should be thanking me! if i don’t tease sunoo so often, you won’t be getting those expressions you all love so much.”
he hears niki whisper under his breath, “liar. you just like seeing sunoo laugh because of you.” sunghoon kicks him underneath the table, hoping the mic never picked it up. the thing is, niki’s not even wrong. there’s a satisfaction that blooms in sunghoon’s chest whenever he sees sunoo’s eyes – once filled with feigned annoyance – crinkle at the corners and a laugh bubbles and forms.
he wishes he could be selfish and keep that to himself.
just then, sunghoon’s phone rings, making the three jump in shock. heeseung looks at him with a worried glance, hoping that the person calling wasn’t a sasaeng . sunghoon pulls his phone out from his pocket, sighing in relief when he sees sunoo’s contact name flashing on the screen. “guys, it’s just sunoo. i’ll put him on speaker.”
the second sunghoon answered the call and put it on speaker, sunoo’s voice booms throughout the room.
“yah! park sunghoon!”
they can tell the comments of the live were going crazy, with the way the screen flashed with such fervour. heeseung doubles over laughing, finding sunoo’s animated rant through the speaker amusing. “so you’re just teasing me to get a reaction? you’re so annoying!” there’s a shy tilt on sunghoon’s lips as he listens to sunoo scold him through the phone.
niki takes a moment to read through the comments, amused at everything he read.
‘sunghoon looks so fond.’
‘HELP??? ASDUFH SUNSUN.’
‘are we watching a married couple bicker…’
all he does is nod knowingly, shuffling back to his seat.
“okay, in my defence, sunoo, you always have something to say back to me every time i tease you. it’s funny!” there’s a cackle from someone through the phone, and niki assumes it’s jungwon. “sunghoon-hyung, i really wish i could show you all what sunoo-hyung looks like right now.” sunghoon snorts at that.
sunoo grunts through the speaker, and even if sunghoon can’t really see the boy, he knows there’s a pout on his lips. “whatever. jungwon and i are almost home, by the way, so i’ll see you there.” he hums in reply, “sun, say bye to engenes!”
“bye engenes!”
heeseung claps his hands as sunghoon ends the call, “we’ll end the live here, too. we should head home.” niki waves to the camera, shooting hearts to their fans. sunghoon does the same, except he forgets that he still had his phone in his hand.
the only problem is, his lock screen was facing the camera, and the fans could clearly see who it was.
the three of them arrive at the dorm earlier than sunoo and jungwon do, considering hybe isn’t that far away from their shared dorm. except the second they stepped foot through the door, they were met with jay and jake staring at them with wide eyes. confused, niki squints at them, “why are you guys looking at us like that?”
heeseung and sunghoon join him after they take their shoes off, just as confused as niki. jake only fishes his phone out of his pocket, tapping on it for a bit before flashing the screen to them. “sunghoon, why the hell is ‘sunsun’ trending on twitter?” niki scoffs, moving to push past his hyungs. “jake-hyung, doesn’t it always trend? our fans always notice something fishy about those two.”
jay’s quick to come to his defence, “no, no. it’s different, this time,” he shoves the phone into sunghoon’s hands, “ look. ”
hesitant, sunghoon clicks on the tag, scrolling through the tweets.
yuri @kungyaz
I’M CRYING SUNOO STARTED TELLING SUNGHOON OFF ON VLIVE
non-sunsun dni @2sunism
sunsun bickering like a married couple ?!
he looks up at his members from beneath his lashes, until his eyes catch sight of a certain tweet. almost immediately, sunghoon grabs his phone from his pocket, switching it on and looking at his lock screen.
@hoonsun
ahahaha is it just me or does sunghoon’s lockscreen look just like sunoo…
he scrolls down a bit more, and almost every single tweet was talking about his lock screen.
aj @sunstagram
no bc i have never seen that sunoo photo before?? it’s literally sunoo, there’s no way it isn’t him.
oh, he’s fucked.
there’s a series of events, sunghoon’s realised, that has led him to the grave he’s accidentally dug himself in.
one; why couldn’t he have just ignored his phone vibrating from sunoo’s call and continued with the live instead (this will never happen. there’s still a time that’ll come when sunghoon misses sunoo’s phone call, but he believes he’ll do everything he can to never miss a single one)?
second; this wouldn’t have happened if he just decided to stay at home with jay and jake. in fact, he could’ve even taken a nap.
and third; why the hell did he set that photo as his lock screen?
he thrashes on his bed, burying himself underneath his covers. he can hear his members murmuring from behind the door, tentative footsteps shuffling against their wooden floorboards. sunghoon chastises himself for being too whipped for the boy, but could he blame himself? sunoo’s always been so bright, blinding, even. it’s like the stars aligned in heaven and planted themselves onto the boy’s eyes.
maybe, just maybe , that’s why sunghoon loved the photos sunoo took on his phone so much.
still, under the covers, sunghoon opens twitter once again, this time on his burner account. instantly, his timeline was bombarded with tweets about the live from earlier on, so he continues scrolling through his feed. secretly, he’s hoping that sunoo hasn’t seen any of the tweets yet, just so he could pull him aside and explain himself first. but he knows there’s no chance of that happening, not when sunoo periodically checks whatever their fans are up to. a soft knock was heard from the door, and slowly, his members (aside from sunoo and jungwon) filed into the room. he felt a dip on the foot of his bed, a gentle hand lifting the covers off his face. heeseung’s face was gentle and consoling, making sunghoon forget about his current predicament.
“hoon, sunoo’s gonna be home soon, and you’ll have to face him, y’know.” sitting up, sunghoon purses his lips, groaning at having to face sunoo. alone. “look, i know you’re having an entire crisis right now, but don’t you think it’s better to just tell sunoo the truth?” jake crossed his arms across his chest, yet he stared at him softly. “hyung, sunoo-hyung’s not stupid. he probably already knows and is just waiting for you to tell him.”
“i know, i’m not exactly subtle with my feelings. i guess i’m just scared? i don’t know what he’s thinking, and i’m not exactly ready to face rejection just yet.” jay sighs at him, walking towards the bed, only to reach out and pat sunghoon on the head. sunghoon smiles internally, he’s grateful for his members. “you won’t know if you don’t try, hoon,” jay says, before adding an afterthought in hopes to lighten the mood, “hey, now they can certainly make another one of those ‘park sunghoon being whipped for kim sunoo’ compilations.” he earns a slap on the shoulder from jake for that.
the beeping of their front door’s code alerts them, and a resonant sunghoon-hyung, was heard.
“sunoo’s home. i’ll tell him you’re in here. make sure you tell him, okay?”
sunghoon’s doomed.
sunoo and sunghoon were sitting side by side on sunghoon’s bed, close enough for their knees to touch. the air around them was heavy with tension and unsaid feelings. sunghoon can feel his nerves bursting at the seams, and sunoo’s staring at him with an air of intensity that sunghoon feels small. yet it’s not uncomfortable.
sunoo breaks the silence between them first, “i saw.”
“oh.”
he bites his lip, shoulders slumping. sunghoon turns his body to the side, looking at sunoo head-on. “hyung, say something.” sunoo’s voice was barely above a whisper, and he shuffles himself closer. sunghoon inhales sharply, thrusting everything on the front line and deciding to just be honest about everything.
“sunoo, i like you.”
he searches for hints of rejection in sunoo’s gleaming eyes, feeling a surge of confidence when all he finds is affection. “i think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? i literally have you as my lock screen, because that photo you took on my phone was too pretty, and i wanted to be able to look at it every time i turned it on.”
sunoo moves even closer.
“and i tease you all the time because i love it when i make you laugh, or when i get a reaction from you and you start sulking in the cutest way possible. sunoo, i like you. i like you a lot, and i think our fans have figured it out too.” he confesses this all in one breath, and sunoo’s expression knocks the air out of his lungs.
the younger boy was grinning at him widely, the apples of his cheeks tinted with rose and his eyes forming crescent moons. he’s beautiful, as if nothing in the english lexicon can do justice to describe the view that sunghoon could see in front of him. so maybe his members were right, and he’s glad he tried.
“hoonie-hyung, i was wondering if i could set you as my lock screen too, except you have to complete my heart this time.”
“what?”
and something soft touches his lips, warm and inviting. his eyes turn into saucers from shock, but he shuts them in realisation and relaxes into sunoo’s touch. it’s only a simple brush of their lips, nothing too heated or extravagant, but sunghoon’s walking on clouds. they part away, but not far enough, so he could still feel sunoo’s breath fan him gently on the face.
“i like you too, hyung.”
sunoo giggles, cupping sunghoon’s cheeks. “thanks for using me as your lock screen, i’m sure our fans are well aware of your feelings towards me, too.” and he kisses sunghoon again, over, and over again.
“should we knock on the door? jungwon-hyung and i need to sleep too…” niki had his ear pressed against the door of their bedroom, jake right below him, and jay above him. jungwon rolls his eyes disapprovingly, “you three should be giving them privacy! especially once they make it official; you’ll make them uncomfortable!”
heeseung taps his foot on their floor, akin to that of a stern mother. “wonie’s right. let them be, guys.” reluctantly, jake moves back, grabbing niki by his hoodie and pulling him back as well. “i wonder what they’re talking about,” jake murmured, following heeseung and jungwon into their living room. “i’m going to barge in,” niki decides, turning on his heels before jay blocks him.
“woah, no. what if you barge in and they’re like, making out or something? you’ll get traumatised!”
“ ew! hyung, what the hell! ”
ENHYPEN @ENHYPEN_members
[a picture of sunoo and sunghoon’s phones side by side, showing their lock screens. sunghoon’s was the photo that got exposed earlier that evening, sunoo’s face on full display. next to it, however, was sunoo’s phone. his was a photo of sunghoon, also holding up an unfinished heart. it completes the heart sunoo made.]
hyung’s and i’s matching lock screens!!
replies;
yuri @kungyaz
WHAT THE FUCL’DFGK
@hoonsun
AM I DREAMING ??? IS THIS REAL?????????
following that tweet, ‘sunsun’ ended up trending for a week or so. the thought brings a grin to sunghoon’s face, and he pulls sunoo against his chest. his heart brims with contentment as sunoo curls further into his arms.