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You could be my favorite distraction
Shoot it on, my bang it on, nae meoril hejibeo
Hanjin grips his microphone, heart beating to the rhythm of Jihoon's drums. The crowd tonight was wild, screaming just barely under the volume of their music. The bar was dimly lit, with colored lights strobing throughout the room.
Haru jongil neoro gadeuk chaeun
Saenggakdeuri kkoril mureo stolen all my time
He brushes his hair out of his eyes, sweat sticking to his fingers. He's running hot under his tank top, maybe for reasons more than the stage lights on them. He locks eyes with Dohoon, and croons out the lyrics.
Save me, meojeul deuthan breath, gipeojin daybreak
Imi heurithan bit
Dohoon stares back at him. He grins, his handsome fucking smile that not even Hanjin is immune to. Dohoon sings back.
Waenji heoujeokdae go underwater
Neo malgoneun modu blurry
He and Dohoon raise their mics to the crowd, who scream. I CAN'T STOP THINKING 'BOUT YOU!
The rest of the song is a blur, but what Hanjin remembers is this:
Someone death-dropping in the middle of the mosh pit during Kyungmin's guitar solo.
Headbanging with Shinyu, their ever stoic bassist.
Throwing his arm over Youngjae's shoulders, and laughing while disturbing his piano playing.
But never, taking his eyes off Dohoon's gaze.
(Can't stop overthinking you~)
"Twenty-four?"
"Seven with us!"
"This has been TWS, thank you for the night!"
The audience cheers, and while Shinyu finishes the greeting, the rest of them pack up their equipment. They're not the only act tonight, and the next band still needs to set up. Hanjin helps Jihoon lug his drum kit, who's pestering Youngjae to buy him a drink.
The band regroups in their holding room. After doing their huddle for finishing their gig tonight (TWS, FIGHTING!), they're free to reenter the bar. A new band is performing, and Hanjin finds himself nursing a beer to himself on the sofa near the back.
He's just about to get up to buy another drink when a shadow looms over him.
"Hey, you come here often?"
He doesn't need to look up to recognize the voice. Hanjin smiles.
"Not often enough, Dohoon-hyung."
He scoots over, and Dohoon takes a seat next to him. He hooks his foot behind Dohoon's ankle. Dohoon raises an eyebrow at him, and laughs. Dohoon leaves a warm arm on Hanjin's thigh in return. It burns, and he imagines it sizzling a hole into his pants and meeting the skin there.
"Let me get you another drink," Dohoon says. He nods towards Hanjin's empty bottle.
Hanjin has other plans. He spies the bottle in Dohoon's other palm. "I'm not sure if I liked mine. Let me try yours."
Dohoon seems to have caught on, and when he hands his drink over, their hands meet. Sparks race. Hanjin mouths the rim of the bottle, and Dohoon flushes, grinning. The color is visible over the dim bar lighting, and Hanjin is sure his face reflects the same.
Hanjin chugs Dohoon's drink, the taste burning on the way down. Heat pools in his core. He hums. "I'm still not sure. I think I need a little bit more of a taste."
"Yeah?", Dohoon replies. He's leaning forward, and the heat is making Hanjin dizzy.
"Yeah," Hanjin whispers. He leans in too.
Stop overthinking, stop overthinking
Can't stop overthinking you~