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a whiff of jay’s cooking that sends riki’s taste buds into a tantalised, watery frenzy. a whispered greeting from sunoo as he answers the door for him and presses a welcoming kiss to his flushed cheeks. the way the other members roll their eyes in mock-disgust at their affectionate display.
this is life as ni-ki knows it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
as usual, sunoo chastises him for staying at the company building until so late in the afternoon on their off day, and riki responds with a protest that lists all the things that could happen in the future if he doesn’t practise now. he tosses his tote bag at the corner of his bed and sits down there to catch his breath.
nowadays, heeseung threatens to disallow him from going out to the dance studios because he tends to get sort of carried away, completely forgetting all sense of time and coming home at around 2 in the morning. so, of course, he only leaves five minutes before his curfew and sprints all the way home. it’s good exercise, he reasons with himself, perhaps it can be beneficial as well.
he hates stagnancy, so any form of self-improvement gives him at least a little bit of satisfaction.
“riki-yah, go wash up! don’t sit down on the mattress drenched in sweat…” sunoo walks in and tuts at him sternly, but a smile still coats his cheeks with an adorable merriness that has riki melting in his spot. he still can’t believe it. what kind of fortune had he been granted between his past life and now to be able to have such a perfect boyfriend?
so through the cloud of exhaustion in his brain, he abruptly stands up from the bed and hugs sunoo’s waist before he can react, pulling him in for a deep kiss. they both slowly relax into the gentle, familiar routine, sunoo reaching up into his sweat-slicked hair and combing through it, all while riki kisses him like there’s no tomorrow.
“didn’t you say i was sweaty?” he teases sunoo in between their kisses, gazing deep into his boyfriend’s wide, flustered hazel eyes.
another signature eye smile creeps into sunoo’s cheeks as he giggles and claims, “i didn’t complain, what do you mean?” and pulls him back into another round of passion.
after a few blissful moments, riki finally breaks contact between their lips, his eyes remaining closed for a good long while as he recovers from the passion. inches away, sunoo tries to steady his breathing, but ends up dropping a few more smooches to the base of ni-ki’s jaw instead.
and as soon as he does, lightning bolts shoot through riki and his mind begins to race uncontrollably, nearly clearing the fog that was previously there. and so it escalates. riki tugs on sunoo’s shirt and drags him down onto the bed despite sunoo’s desperate squeals of protest.
caged in between riki’s arms, sunoo defiantly stares up at him from where his head rests lightly on the pillow. “hey, before we do this, can you go shower or something?”
“what’s the point?” riki murmurs in response, his head dropping down to nuzzle into his boyfriend’s clothed chest. “we’re both going to be in a mess by the time i finish with you.” at this, sunoo’s eyes bulge out of their sockets, scandalised by the thought, but ni-ki continues to nibble softly at the skin at the base of his neck.
watching the way sunoo struggles to speak through his smothered moans intrigues and entices riki into doing more, so he hums and begins to bite small hickeys along the length of his neck, and more muffled whimpers escape the elder, his face flushed as if he’s downed a dozen shots of alcohol — and although riki has yet to witness that, he has seen a drunk sunoo, finally tipsy after sharing a few bottles of wine with the other members.
stuck with a bottle of coke, riki had the fortune of being able to witness a completely different side of sunoo. his constant flustered state upon any contact with him turned into a flirtatious and teasing demeanour, similar to that of riki’s… just more intense and dizzying. he had had to beg his head to keep his hands to himself before anything bad could happen.
so cute. he’s tamed by this one affectionate thought that always strikes him in the midst of any makeout session, any intimate moment that could turn his brain into a corrupted place. sunoo’s always so cute.
he realises his mind has sidetracked when sunoo huffs at him in frustration, his head cocked to the left as if waiting for him to snap out of it. “hey, we don’t have time for this right now. go shower.”
riki rolls his eyes, but he’s used to this. like always, they’re running short on time. it’s either because they like to start the fires right before mealtimes or they’re just plain busy from work. either way, they never get to enjoy each other’s company to the fullest. of course, he doesn’t like it, but he’s not too disappointed because it’s a common occurrence.
“undress me first, hyung?” he whispers, closing his eyes and leaning to kiss sunoo’s earlobe. the elder makes an annoyed sound but his fingers slide from his back to his torso and dance down to unbutton his shirt.
riki keeps his eyes shut and remains hovered over sunoo’s shoulder, slowly sucking more dark bruises into his previously porcelain-clear skin. button after button is undone and hickey after hickey sprouts up on sunoo’s stretch of skin.
when his boyfriend finally sweeps his shirt off his shoulders and tosses it to the other side of the room, riki presses a final wet kiss to sunoo’s jaw, eliciting a gurgled moan from him.
and he’s just about to smother it with another kiss, his eyes half-lidded with a sheen of desire slicked across his swollen lips… and sunoo’s just about to reach down and undo his belt, pop the button on his jeans…
“hey, dinner’s ready,” heeseung’s voice calls out from the doorway and ni-ki abruptly glances up, too shocked to be irritated. the breath of anticipation sunoo was holding leaves him as a slightly disappointed sigh, but the both of them turn to smile sheepishly at the eldest, who just looks disgusted by what he’s witnessing.
but he leaves them alone and so riki drops a final chaste peck on sunoo’s forehead and promises they’ll finish what they started later. although he doesn’t explicitly agree, the way his cheeks run red show riki sunoo’s true feelings.
slight disappointment fills his every movement as he separates himself from his boyfriend, but then again… they’re used to it, aren’t they?
and so they get ready for dinner, gracing the five members with their presence ten minutes later. riki’s eyes dart towards where jake is mumbling to sunghoon, their gazes fixated on the pink, raw splotches over sunoo’s neck. jungwon just looks at them in mock-disdain, and heeseung is probably telling jay a very animated story about what he saw earlier.
but riki merely sits down right next to his boyfriend and tries to ignore the curious, wide-eyed stares digging straight into his soul.
but he can’t help it, he breaks the silence with a teasing, “hey, why are you guys staring at us like that? get used to this.”
sunoo freezes in his seat and it makes him laugh boyishly.
“don’t tell me to get used to it,” heeseung whines dramatically, “not when i walked in on you two about to consume each other whole…”
jungwon nods fervently, eyes narrowing and shooting daggers at sunoo’s exposed neck. “and seeing this… wonderfully displayed for all of us!” sarcasm drips from each word.
pursing his lips, riki looks around the table at all the half-repulsed, half-amused expressions and realises with a pang that it’s all oddly familiar to him. he’s got to get used to this too.
so in order to prevent future embarrassment and teasing from them, when riki locks sunoo in the bathroom after dinner and rocks his hips into him as fast as he can, back flush against the wall, nails digging into even sweatier skin, it’s all he can do to keep it a secret from everyone else.