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“Seungminnie! We’re going to be husband and wife! That’s exciting! We should practice!”

On any other day, he would sigh but smile at the enthusiasm which he’d only reluctantly admit was funny. Now, he just smiles and nods at the fact. It hasn’t been long since they patched things up; patched things that he didn’t know had become unravelled but now they were stronger, reinforced just like patchwork and colourful like it too, marked by the experience commemorated by adding new fabric to something old but long-lasting. Besides, he can see the rosy aura around Hyunjin who was ever the romantic and he didn’t want to ruin it for him. Tenderness had a way to infiltrate his heart whenever Hyunjin was concerned.

“Sure. Want to hold hands?” 

“Yeah! That’s something that Hyunjin and her new boyfriend Seungmin would absolutely do! Aggressively!”

He hadn’t offered simply because of that; they liked holding hands and he wasn’t thinking of their characters entirely but it made sense to get comfortable and mimic the progress in their relationship which they needed to portray soon on camera. Not that it would be hard. Even though they were private they were close; had been from the start. 

Seungmin used to think that they were unbreakable close which led to him taking Hyunjin’s emotional needs for granted and while it was fun to tease him, he’d done it too much. Now, he struck some balance and allowed himself to be teased in turn - which he’d had to learn how to as it for hard for him to accept being embarrassed and humiliated - while dishing some affection in various forms. Hyunjin, from his part, tried to see Seungmin’s entirely and didn't put him on a pedestal. It was hard, but Seungmin showed him his vulnerabilities and ugly sides so it’s easier to do that now. It was easier to accept being teased when it meant he wasn’t put to too high standards and Hyunjin was kind and only teased him a little and usually in private so Seungmin didn’t have to fight the demons that told him people would think less of him if they didn’t see him as perfect.

At least he knows that Hyunjin won’t think less of him now.

“Agressively? Not with tenderness?” he asked. Mostly because Hyunjin instilled a sense of tenderness and need to care in him - with a bonus of being more amiable to receive care too since Hyunjin liked it so it was an act of care for him to allow reception of it.

“I guess both but have you seen Hyunjin? She’s strong. Not sure how she took so much shit from her husband…maybe because she was strong but I’m glad to show all our fans out there to go for what they deserve and this time it’s less toxic because we’re not cheating! We’re properly together! But Hyunjin can be aggressive…”

He spoke like they weren’t the same person; because they weren’t. Each time they had to perform, Hyunjin created characters. Sometimes they were close enough to him that he can pull traits from experience but in this aspect, it was not true. Or was that thinking too highly of Hyunjin? He does have bouts of aggressive affection especially towards Jeonginne and him…

He rests his case and lays his palm facing up. As if he was a magnet, Hyunjin claps their palms together. It’s good he has noodle arms - no matter what some edits and angles suggest and those were usually during times where Hyunjin was purposefully bulking up for a performance - because with how enthusiastic it was, it had the potential to hurt. And they were done hurting each other; that was so last year!

“I’m actually surprised management suggested this. They’re usually so homophobic. Remember our trainee days?”

Seungmin does remember. He hadn’t been surprised but he’d wanted to make it so he kept in line. But now…now he doesn’t care.

“It’s marketing. We’re playing characters. Technically, it’s not promoting a gay relationship.”

“It’s still pretty queer though.”

Seungmin smiles because yes, female Hyunjin was pretty queer too. That was something that he pulls from experience. They shouldn’t give too much credit to their producers though.

“You expect them to know so much that they realise?”

Hyunjin shrugged, their hands rose up slightly. “Fair point.”

“And they’re pushing for famous ships. More views. Poor ‘Minsung’.”

Though they both knew the other two didn’t mind…at all. But there was an iffy feeling about being used for money while not being acknowledged seriously. Not even their relationships; they understood why they had to keep things private because all it takes is one lunatic fan but their identities and experiences being acknowledged would be a great start and then maybe, the potential of it being taken seriously so they’ll know where they stood in case they did actually want to be public.

“Wait. Are we famous? I thought I was the only one searching for our videos.”

Seungmin snorted; his pabo of a friend was too cute to full on laugh at his antics. “If you watch a video…someone must make it at the very least. Did you ever watch the view count?”

“I thought the views were just me…oh…you’re very smart Seungminnie. I can be smart too. As your wife, I get perks. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours…”

Seungmin narrowed his eyes because Hyunjin could be quite sneaky at least in intention; the execution wasn’t always smooth but maybe with more practice, he’ll finetune it.

“Which specific thing do you want?”

“Your coffee…machine.”

“Dream on.”

Hyunjin whined cutely until Seungmin agreed…if Hyunjin lets him use his good oil paints to doodle on a colouring book.

Big mistake because apparently, Hyunjin had no problems sharing with him because he ‘always takes care of things’. That same Hyunjin had given everyone else the whiny treatment - the one that hurts your ears and starts ticking in your brain - for a week after they used his pencils to write their profiles for a magazine interview.

Seungmin compromised by making him coffee to his liking - he knew the order by heart - while not allowing him to touch his already moody machine.

****

“Seungminnie? Do you think that Hyunjin cheated with her brother-in-law or do you think they waited until they were both divorced? Do you think they or their partners started the procedure?”

Hyunjin was a true romantic and a fantasist, so of course he was making up their story in his head already without waiting for directions.

“Weren’t they already cheating?”

“I’d like to think that they weren’t. They were infatuated and gravitated towards each other but respected their partner enough to not act on it except when they were pissed off and showed their partners what they were missing.”

Seungmin bit his words and swallowed them. He didn’t want to hurt Hyunjin again. They were on their weekly date, having some matcha castella cake because Seungmin’s agenda was for everyone to appreciate it and of course he wasn’t going to ruin it by saying that simply because one thinks so, it doesn’t mean it’s so.

It was their characters anyway. They can create their own lore. It was fun for their fans and management usually allowed them creative license (mostly because it was less work for them and more awe-based views from their fans that translated to profit and an increase in shares).

“Sure.”

Hyunjin took a big bite of the cake which made him smile because good, Hyunjin should enjoy it! He really deserves cake with how hard he works.

“But what do you think?”

“What I think? I think that Hyunjin and Seungmin were best friends way back when because they’re best friends AND partners core. Then Hyunjin made some bad life choices and dated Seungmin’s good-for-nothing brother. Then Seungmin also made some bad choices and ended up with a pretty woman who wasn’t Hyunjin. But I guess it’s okay because the children wouldn’t exist otherwise and they’re cute so I guess my brother wasn’t good-for-nothing, unless…”

“Seungmin!” Hyunjin screeched. Luckily, they were in a private-ish room with around five other patrons who tried their best not to look though Hyunjin profoundly bowed and apologised. “You can’t drop so much lore! Also, I already told you that they wouldn’t have cheated and you agreed!”

“Yes fine. I can be their uncle and step-father. I’m okay with that. When do I adopt them? Do you want to adopt Yongbokkie too?”

“Seu-” Hyunjin tucked his lips inside his mouth and pressed both hands there for good measure, muffling his shout. The look Hyunjin gave him contained all the audibly suppressed exasperation. And sure, he doesn’t want to hurt Hyunjin…but flustering him was something he aims to do well and claim the highest achievement possible like anything he puts his mind to.

Hyunjin continued to mock glare as he took bigger bites of his cake. Unfortunately, that wasn’t at all threatening because the cake finished in three bites.

By the second one, Seungmin stopped from eating his own and smiled gently… “Don’t choke.”

Hyunjin’s nose scrunched cutely.

“I know that that’s your thing. Everyone knows it. From Red Lights to Escape, you were even forced to soothingly do it to yourself but just know that there are people who would choke you if you asked nicely. No need to fall back on inanimate objects.”

Shock, then indignation, then Hyunjin tried to use his fork to stab his hand.

“Huh” Seungmin made sure to remove temptation aka his hand away “you usually bite but I guess your mouth is occupied now…would you like a replacement?”

Hyunjin got so red, he was surprised there weren't fumes coming out of his ears but he couldn’t help chuckle a little even if it was at his own expense. They were friends who shared almost everything even though they tried not to share too much of their career struggles but this means that Seungmin knows he’s right.

Character Hyunjin wasn’t the only one who fell for deadbeat men; though this Hyunjin usually didn’t do anything about it because Hyunjin, as established, was a romantic. A romantic who believed in long-term commitments. Thankfully. Or he - and some if not all of the others - would be on part-time musician duty and full time chasing men away from their friend.

“You’re paying.”

“I was going to.”

“Add a daengo and you’ll be completely forgiven.”

“I guess I can live with the partial treatment.”

Hyunjin’s following whine was not suppressed. His range had increased for sure, all thanks to those hours of practice. “I thought you didn’t do anything half-assed.”

“I mean if you’ll kindly give me the full treatment, I won’t say no.”

“You’re impossible!”

“You. Love. Me.” he teased.

Hyunjin crossed his hands in front of his chest. “I do. Now say it back.”

“I do.”

“Not that…”

“Really? You don’t want an ‘I do’? I guess we won’t be getting married after all.”

Seungmin made sure to open the door for him so Hyunjin ‘forgives’ him a bit more.

“So, do you like it?” Hyunjin asks, looking down.

Were there cake crumbs? “The cake?”

“No pabo, the blouse!”

“It’s a nice blouse…I’m surprised you didn’t stain it.” he couldn’t help himself but it was true.

Huffing, Hyunjin’s cheeks puffed slightly. Cute. “I mean I’m trying more feminine clothing in the running for filming. This came from the women’s section.”

Honestly, Seungmin had spotted the nice blouse but rather because it was flattering and fit Hyunjin so well both in size like it was tailor made for him and in style. He thinks it’s courageous even though it’s subtle for him to be comfortable wearing it outside though it’s not like people would care. Here they allowed a lot of leeway once someone made something into a fashion statement and it’s not like gendered clothing were so different traditionally. Westerns would call all of them feminine by their definition.

“Well? How do you like it?”

“It looks good on you…but isn’t your belt usually from the women’s section?” he teased; again, he cannot help it. If he doesn’t tease Hyunjin, he’d be doing other things that would put their friendship in jeopardy.

“Yours isn't only because you buy the expensive custom made ones!”

“Sure…but at least my underwear isn’t…”

“They make lingerie for men too!” Hyunjin whispered loudly and pushed him a bit. 

He always laughed so much with him.

Hyunjin maintained his frown the whole walk back but it went away once he realised that Seungmin had made more time for him and walked him back to his dorm first. Then he was all cute smiles and sunshine. He really should share the title with Felix.

“Oh, you’re back! I was just thinking about what to have for dinner. Are you staying over Seungmin-ah?” Changbin-hyung asked. It was only five but it was good to think early. Also good for them to not skip meals because they were too busy.

“Hyung, quick!” Hyunjin said with urgency startling them both “Do you think Hyunjin’s kids went to live with her and her new husband?”

“What husband?”

“Oh right…don’t you think they got married?”

“Oh, they sure got married all right. My mother won’t be the subject of gossip…although maybe marrying her ex brother-in-law will in itself invite gossip. Not that gossipers won’t find a reason without an invitation. And maybe, thinking about it, since she got married young, maybe she would like to enjoy a few years of dating life…this is a hard question! I’d like to think that my mum is happy though.”

He couldn’t help but coo, along with Hyunjin, because their hyung was cute and charming. But Changbin, it seemed, gave Hyunjin ideas.

****

They were at a fansign event. It was nice to banter and laugh with their fans and with them present, he could pull off more pranks. So overall, it was great. 

After finishing the signing, Hyunjin handed him a paper. Curious, he opened it.

‘Do you want to be my husband?

Yes 🔲

No 🔲’

“Huh? Did you get proposed to by a fan?”

It wouldn’t be the first time; they all had practices to answer those questions. The note would be funny but for this fansign, the fans had to write multiple choice questions to ask them during their chats so it wasn’t out of pocket.

“No silly. I decided that I’ll propose.”

Seungmin tilted his head. “To who?”

“To you, obviously.”

Oh. Seungmin should have guessed; a true romantic indeed.

He was speaking about their characters. For a second, he thought that Hyunjin’s infatuation had reached new heights - he wasn’t oblivious but most of their members have had a small crush here and there on each other because of how close they were so he didn’t think much of it - but he needn’t worry. He really didn’t want to break Hyunjin’s precious heart. Usually he was the one piecing it back together.

“Hyunjinnie. Seungminnie…” Chan called them and just like that, he didn’t have time to respond. Duty called and they engaged with the fans, with the others and sure, with each other as well and did their job enthusiastically well. Not that they had become completely disengaged between them, they just had time to interact more now with a deeper knowledge of what the other needed.

But once they were done and had a moment to themselves in the car while Changbin and Felix went to get coffee with their manager, he gave his answer.

“Hey. Sure, I’d marry you.”

Hyunjin gasped. “Really? I never dared to hope!”

“You should. It makes sense. I’d adopt the children too.”

“Children? What child-oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Will we already be married from the start?”

Hyunjin’s mood seemed to dampen but only slightly. It was usual that he’d get stuck in his head sometimes with pressuring thoughts so he didn’t pressure him to reveal what was on his mind. Hyunjin was often vulnerable but he doesn’t always like to be.

“Nah. The lead to the wedding would be a great storyline.”

Hyunjin started clapping and agreed. In excitement, he jumped up and down the seat.

“I didn’t know I was in the company of Tigger.”

Tigger squealed and he was suddenly hugged. Hard.

“Okay” he said, choking slightly. “I guess one hug won’t hurt anyone.”

In fact, that hug felt healing and he rather enjoyed it. He’d become more of a hugger in the past few years. His members just gave really great hugs that felt like they held him together. He returned the embrace, also tightly. Because sometimes Hyunjin needed someone to cover him.

It was one long lasting hug. Perhaps he should have specified the length. When he made to wiggle away - because he was a hugger but usually a loose, quick embrace - Hyunjin held him tighter.

“No. It will last until I have to pee.”

Seungmin could smell his hair product and simply him. Even when he sweated, the smell wasn’t particularly bad, only a little sour. Which was surprising, considering all the fried and processed shit that Hyunjin ate but maybe it was because the other eats a lot of fruit and he cooks at least three times a week. A proper meal which Seungmin was sometimes invited to.

“What if I have to pee?”

“It’s ok. Accidents happen. You can’t retract your offer. It’s inadmissible.”

Seungmin laughed. “Okay. Want me to pee on you that badly? You only need to ask although I won’t do it anywhere but a proper, private bathroom.”

Not even that got the koala to take his hands off from his shoulders. If anything they got more grabby as he groaned but he was desperately suppressing a laugh; Seungmin just knew. The boost of confidence that he gets from his members appreciating his jokes was quite something. He had always been a bit funny but now he felt safe to show his quick witted snark without being too mean. Although sometimes it verged heavily in flirtation territory. 

“Aish, you’re impossible.”

“I don’t see you denying it.” Or letting go of him.

“Maybe I want to keep my kink options open.”

“Oh baby…you being open is fun, wifey.”

The car door opening suddenly - or not so suddenly but they hadn’t been paying attention - was what stopped their flirting. Seungmin loves flirting and Hyunjin is easily flustered although Seungmin himself has blushed multiple times because of the other too because once the both of them put their mind on something, there was no letting go. Hyunjin was just kinder. Seungmin was more overtly kinkier. Though Hyunjin wouldn’t shy away from speaking about fantasies, with him at least.

“Anyone has sanitiser? I need it for my brain.” Changbin whined.

That’s when they finally broke their hug. Seungmin’s ribs could breathe again.

“I have some in my bag. Want some for your eyes too?” Seungmin asked.

“You’re an evil puppy.”

“But he’s cute!” Hyunjin defended. Seungmin instinctively dodged a nose bop.

“If I’m an evil puppy…do I get to pee to mark my territory?" he asked while smirking. The smirk grew bigger once he saw how red Hyunjin got. And the best thing was he couldn’t shove him or he’ll draw attention to it…although Seungmin wouldn’t mind Hyunjin’s hands on him because Hyunjin had nice hands.

They now had their roommates sitting awkwardly in the back of the van with them while their manager took the driver’s seat aka the easy way out.

The ice was broken when Hyunjin did shove him - his blush had receded - “Seungminnie! In the Jisung mentioned us kissing! Oh my god, I think we were cheating!”

“No no! There was no cheating, remember? You said so.” Seungmin placated because he could see the dramatics start. “He’s speaking about the backstory for the skz family” he looked in front where their manager was, in case he misunderstands and they get in trouble for nothing. 

But no matter how much he reminded the other of that head canon, Hyunjin was adamant that their two characters had kissed while being in committed relationships with other people. Even though they said shit to be purposefully dramatic for entertainment in those skits! 

“Maybe they weren’t exclusive?”

“Nothing indicated that!”

“Maybe…Hyunjin thought Seungmin was Jisung?”

“What?”

“Yeah. Hyunjin saw Seungmin and thought it was her husband and kissed him. Maybe it was dark and Hyunjin didn’t even realise!” he said. It was all thinking on the spot but he didn’t want to make Hyunjin disappointed in himself - even if it was his character.

But Hyunjin scoffed, evidently not believing the excuse. “I think I would know if I'm kissing you.”

That answer…was slightly devastating. It showed that Hyunjin really thinks he knows him so well and knowing that it was because Hyunjin cared to know him, was a sweet feeling with a slightly bitter aftertaste. Did Hyunjin still put in more effort than him in their relationship? He can’t have that.

“Want to practice to be sure?” he jokes, to switch the heaving feeling inside into a lighter version. There was nothing better than joking with his members and in the liberty offered by the outside with their manager and members hurrying so they don’t get caught in the crossfire of their tension, he was free to do so.

“Oh! That’s a great idea! It will look organic then!”

Hyunjin…wasn’t even joking. “We’re not going to kiss on camera! Not actually!” Maybe something meant to look like it was meant to be one like lips touching close to mouths or their heads close together with the camera shooting from far but their management would never allow an actual kiss. And it had to even look that it was a fake kiss so there wouldn’t be speculation.

“I know that! I meant organic chemistry!”

He didn’t discount that kissing would make them seem closer but he couldn’t help but tease Hyunjin about desperately wanting to kiss him.

“Fine” Hyunjin pouted with a long face “Don’t kiss me if you don’t want to.” Hyunjin too hurried away from him. That was also devastating as it triggered something in him. Logically, he knew that Hyunjin wasn’t leaving him but it felt like it.

And that seemed personal. Not for practice. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Hyunjin again. The second last thing he didn’t want to do was not kiss Hyunjin. He has nice lips; Changbin wasn’t the only one who had wondered about them.

He rushed to him and placed a hand on his shoulder “Hey…I didn’t say that. Let’s do some chemistry.”

He squeezed Hyunjin’s shoulder very gently and looked at his face for any sign of protest but he only saw a small smile blooming once he processed the words. Then a brief nod which signaled their heads to tilt and move towards each other. Seungmin gasped and moved back but before Hyunjin had the time to feel rejected, he moved his hand downwards, grabbed his hand and tilted his head in his dorm’s direction.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and he briefly looked around. He wasn’t too worried about being spotted but all of them were usually careful. Hyunjin nodded once more and followed him inside. They didn’t even remove their shoes before they were back to gravitating towards each other.

The kiss was…nice. It wasn’t anything wild, just a firm press of lips that gave comfort to each other. Seungmin placed Hyunjin’s upper lip in between his own lips and released. Touched. Grabbed. Release. Touched. Grabbed. Release.

Evidently, Hyunjin found at least some pleasure in it because he moaned quietly. It only took the vibration of it against Seungmin’s face before he hummed and intensified the kiss while pressing his hands against Hyunjin’s nape to lock them in place.

He needn’t have worried; Hyunjin wasn’t going anywhere. If anything, he gravitated more towards him.

They continued beyond oxygen levels, competing against them and won. Sure, they needed to breathe but they also needed this.

They shared a drawn in breath too which was even more intimate. 

Kissing for practice - or chemistry increase or what not - was surprisingly enjoyable. He thought it would be too weird between them after but nothing seems to outwardly have changed.

He couldn’t help pecking the other again. He would have gone for a second peck right after but instead, he grunted because he had a brilliant idea. 

“Jinnie, want to go again and film it?”

“Huh? What? You want to make a sex tape?” he asked but for once he didn’t sound shocked, only confused. And he sounded entirely down for it. He shouldn’t be surprised; the two of them matched their freakiness.

“No. Kissing alternative to your chemistry videos so you won’t need to hunt online…but if you want to make a sex tape, sounds fun. I already have an NDA.”

Hyunjin huffed but it was broken by a giggle. The way that Hyunjin clearly thought that he was super funny always inflated his ego.

“Kiss me again so you’ll shut up.”

“Charming.”

****

Kissing Hyunjin had been addictive. It had left their lips feeling tender and bruised; so much that Seungmin offered to go buy some medical salve. It definitely had increased their chemistry; they would have no issue in pulling off acting like lovers. The issue was that they were such good friends now that they would always tease each other. Lovers teased each other too but the nuance and the charged energy around them were different. So they needed to look less like best friends and more like lovers.

You’d think that with all the weirded out looks and stray comments they got from the rest of their teammates - all of them - they were more than capable of looking like lovers.

They would both be great lovers. For example, they were attentive. Now that he was forcing himself to pay more attention, he was super thankful for the free healthcare. Because Hyunjin was wearing a pleated skirt belt and his heart rate was worrying. He was also feeling the pulse…somewhere he maybe shouldn’t for a friend.

Hyunjin had worn one of those before on stage - actually several times -  and although fans usually said it was a styling choice by their stylists, they had a say in it. And clearly, Hyunjin had more of a say in it now seeing as it was for dance practice and he was wearing his own clothes.

Damn did the skirt belt bring out his…assets. His hips and ass were chef’s kiss. Like…he’d kiss them. Usually he just grabs them. Hyunjin was touchy and liked being touched - by friends only - in turn but Seungmin was resisting touching him now, unsure if he’d make his friends need bleach and more therapy.

The skirt definitely added a flare to his dancing…especially when he was thrusting and circling his hips. Fuck, would his future partner be lucky. Needless to say, Seungmin had a hard time and he nearly blasted out of the doors after practice. But Hyunjin followed him like bad news, only he was good news.

“So? What do you think?”

“The skirt belt looks good on you. Feminine and very you.”

“I meant about the bit I improvised today…but thank you for noticing!” he got a smile that shows gum. “Anyway…it’s my birthday soon. I know what I want.”

Hyunjin was learning to state what he expects from people. Unfortunately, Seungmin was often used as a safe test subject. He wasn’t sure why they had drifted apart; they always gave in to each other. 

“Okay. What do you want?”

Was the magic question to his statement. What he wanted was apparently their weekly date. No big deal. 

****

“I’m not sure if I should spoil you with another gift. Aren’t I enough of a gift in your life?”

“Seungminnie! It’s my birthday!”

“Technically, we’re only celebrating your birthday, two weeks early because we’re busy people, but it’s not your birthday yet.” 

Everyone that thinks Hyunjin could be as intense in daily life as he is on stage should see his big pout now. Of course they were right, Hyunjin is intense but not in the ‘hot dom’ way they imagined. Seungmin could very well imagine him stomping his feet. He won’t because Hyunjin was mature but it would fit with the part he was playing right now.

“But Seungminnie…I want a daengmo too. When are you going to give in? You always do!”

He wasn’t just mature but also astute. He saw things as they were but didn’t always voice it. It cut when the subject matter was Seungmin who prided himself with being unpredictable, the kind of person you’re never sure what uno cards to use on for fear of falling in his strategy and making it harder on yourself.

“We’ll see.”

“Fine. But I want a hug. A big one.”

To this that his hugs were compensation…it was a compliment and a big standard to hold him onto but luckily, his hugs had gotten better in parallel with his tolerance for receiving them.

“You already got a kiss. Learn to be content.”

“I am…nothing wrong with wanting more happiness. So?”

Hyunjin opened his arms, clearly waiting for him but despite it being his birthday celebration, he denied him once more. He knew Hyunjin secretly loved being put down one peg so his head doesn’t get too big. He always knew it was a sign of affection, their very own love language, so as long as it was him, Hyunjin accepted it. It helped that some of the others teased Hyunjin too.

Not that it could even be flagged as a birthday celebration when it was just the two of them…

“As your actual birthday present, I’m strengthening my muscles so I can hug you better. I know how much you like strong shoulders. You’d have to resist until then.” he teased.

Hyunjin looked torn between elation and disappointment. “Fine…but you better not be joking or you’ll break my heart. Again.”

“I’m not. I promise.” he promised softly. In his head, he was going over an entire workout routine. Maybe he should swap housemates. Ideally Changbin-hyung but anyone that wasn’t Felix would do. He had been joking but…he had two weeks. He’ll go to the gym everyday.

“Good. I’d like to book an appointment with Dr. Seungmin at your earliest. A hug appointment with the strong-muscled doctor please!”

It was Seungmin’s turn to frown at the funny image in his head which made Hyunjin giggle. Subtly, Seungmin pressed forward the sweet plum wine he’d brought as the actual birthday present. Hyunjin took the hint and sipped from the glass. It made him strangely happy to see that.

“And while no hug…I can pay in a similar way. We even have the lip balm already…”

Hyunjin smirked; it wasn’t as sharp or as coy as his but it was a stretch of lips that knew Seungmin likes it when their lips touched. Maybe it was also confirmation that in one way or another, Seungmin always gave in to Hyunjin’s desires even if they were unspoken ones.

“Why of course. Wouldn’t want that balm to expire. How about we go to my room…”

“Hey…what’s this?”

Seungmin wasn’t mad at being interrupted; this was Changbin’s place too. The other’s small pout was cute too. Their fans really should change their thoughts and switch the ‘cuties’ dorm’ location because while Felix and him could be plenty of cute…most of the time they just went about their day normally, very ‘bro’ like, gaming and eating what they had tried to cook. They can even be classified as ‘serious gamers’ but those two? They were the definition of cute. Like cuddle piles, warm blankets and doing each other's nails while gossiping type of cute. Sometimes he was jealous of that but most times he was just happy that two of his favourite people got on so well with each other. 

“We’re celebrating my birthday early!”

“I guess my invite got lost.”

“I would say your invite got lost but it was never issued.” Seungmin giggled after that delivery, proud of himself at the resulting pout.

“Awww Hyung, don’t sulk. It’s just Seungminnie and me getting some quality best friend time but you’ll get your turn with both of us soon, promise!” 

Hyunjin was too cute even though he was making promises for the two of them - very wife like - and not even for joint hangouts. They were both fond of their hyung and they did speak about him even if he didn’t know; small funny anecdotes because their friend was unique.

“And you’re spending quality best friend time…because I intervened.” Changbin’s mood switched instantly to smug happiness. He actually patted his own shoulder...because he was that unique.

“Partially. You’re not getting all the credit. We were best friends before. We just got a bit lost, is all, but I firmly believe that we would have found our way to each other.” 

He turned to ask ‘right?’ to Hyunjin but found the other softly gazing at him. Right. What he’d just said was rather romantic and Hyunjin must appreciate that.

“That’s very sweet Seungminnie.”

“I can be sweet…want to see your actual gift?”

A gasp. “You got me another gift?”

Since the first flop with the jacket, Hyunjin went above and beyond in showing him how much he appreciates his gifts. But Seungmin also learned to read Hyunjin current interests and so he knew the gift would actually be appreciated. Hyunjin as a person was very stable; you could count on him to be there, but his interests were like tides: they had a schedule but they changed continuously. He recycled through hobbies. Interests were interest and he’d always like them but his focus shifted as the clock turned.

What Seungmin had gotten him was a set of travelling oil paints, rice paper, and appropriate brushes. Usually, you’d get ink for that kind of paper but Hyunjin prefers oils these days. He looked forward to seeing what the other would come up with though he couldn’t help but tease.

“I’m glad my wife likes the gift I spent countless hours pondering. Do I get anything in return?”

He was not expecting Hyunjin’s bright, sparkling gaze to land on him a few seconds before his lips found Seungmin’s. It was a short peck and decisively domestic. So quick that probably Changbin didn’t even compute it…

“What…was…THAT?”

They tried and failed to explain that it was just friendly. They also failed in convincing him that they were not dating.

“Hyung, it’s Hyunjin’s birthday celebration today. Let’s not take over the narrative.”

“That’s…something that a great, doting boyfriend would say. Good. Don’t break either of your hearts again. Happy birthday Hyun. I’ll schedule my friend time later…kind of happy that you’re spending it with Seungmin. I can’t compete with a boyfriend so it stings less. Buy some treats on me. I’m really happy for you.”

“So I guess…our anniversary is today? We can’t tell him we’re not dating. Not after that.” Hyunjin whispered after Changbin went to his room.

“Our anniversary cannot be today. It has to be before if we’re celebrating today.”

“Good point. My husband is smart.”

“I got a promotion early on. That’s nice.”

They always jested but each time they said it, it became a tiny bit more ingrained in them. Sometimes, Seungmin really believed he was Hyunjin’s husband. It made wanting to protect each other feel even more natural.

****

Changbin shook his head but he didn’t look accusatory at Seungmin; he just seemed disappointed. But for once, he did feel a pang at being on the receiving end of that look.

Because Hyunjin was sleep-deprived more than usual, but it was a sight to see him immersed in painting. He must have had inspiration at some point and stayed up all night. Fortunately, they only had practice today which is why Seungmin had come to prepare for the skit. Never had he ever actually physically prepared for acting - apart from mental work - but for some reason, he wanted to do justice to their characters. Maybe because some fans had been disappointed about the glorified ‘cheating’ and he wants to show that something honest could still come out of it. Cheaters aren’t always cheaters; sometimes they fall in love at the wrong time and couldn’t help acting on it with feelings so strong and feeling so seen. 

He was adamant about turning ‘uncle/brother Seungmin’ into an honest partner. He had no doubt that in all scenarios, Hyunjin would be the same. It sucks that Jisung didn’t see Hyunjin’s full value in the skit and most importantly, he hopes that the other finds a good partner in real life. He more than deserved it although he hadn’t had that much luck.

‘Where are all the decent men?’ Hyunjin had wailed. He was of course restricted in who he can safely date, so that didn’t even help.

‘Decent? Don’t even dare settle the cap there. You deserve a great one and nothing less.’

‘But I want a relationship!’

‘Toys exist. Use them.’

Hyunjin had blushed prettily and positively wailed about wanting the experience of dating and loving more than anything.

‘If you love and you’re not loved as much, that’s not something you deserve.’

‘But what if I’m loved but differently?’

It had turned philosophical then but he couldn’t help but think that Hyunjin hadn’t shared everything with him. It brought him sadness but he dealt with it because he, above all else, doesn’t always share what he thinks with others. His journal and his head were his safe spaces when he didn’t want to share with his friends.

He cleared his throat gently so as not to startle him. “Intervention is here. You need to sleep, Sleeping Beauty.”

Hyunjin looked up and smiled at him and even though he looked tired, he seemed happy and aware. Oftentimes, Hyunjin uses art as a distraction and he gets absorbed in it but this mustn't be the case now.

“Hey Minnie! You chose great paints! I love them!”

By the looks of it, he hadn’t bought enough because some were a quarter used up already. Hyunjin was working on a big piece with his big talent; so he’ll make sure to buy some more and sneak them in with the rest. Hyunjin doesn’t even have to know so he won’t feel guilty…though there is a chance that he’ll realise. Many thought Hyunjin lived in clouds but he can be pretty alert. It was always a 50/50 chance…for example he doesn’t always understand conflicting love languages. 

“That’s great but it’s sleep time now.”

“Okay…I’ll have a short nap.”

“Not a nap. You need a full eight to nine hours. And you need to wash up before. Is there even a window open?” he nagged…because he cared about the other’s health obviously. He wanted to enjoy Hyunjin’s genuinity and genius for a long time.

Hyunjin giggled a bit harder than usual, a sign that he must be tired. “No…maybe I'm intoxicating the living room with the paints you got me which makes you an accomplice.”

“Are you making a love potion?”

Hyunjin seemed pleased with himself. Maybe he was making a notice-me potion and it was working. The other thrives on the right kind of friendly attention. 

“So first sleeping beauty, and now the witch?”

“Well, not exactly sleeping beauty. You’re not sleeping are you?”

“Are you going to watch me creepily while I sleep?”

“If that’s what it takes to make sure you actually sleep…I take my tasks seriously.”

“Oh goodie…I can use a cuddle buddy while I snooze. Come Seungminnie.”

“That’s not what I-”

“Come Mong Mong.”

Seungmin sighed and resigned to his fate; there were worse ones and he does love his sleep. The interaction with Hyunjin energised him but then drained him. He was like a sugar rush before a crash.

Unfortunately, he only managed to sleep two hours himself before he had to feel the full effects of a full bladder while being trapped by Octopus-Koala-hybrid Hwang, giving attachment without personal space in marine and terrestrial biomes…he just needs to find a similar animal that is airborne now. But he let him sleep another hour before he thought it was more prudent to wake the other up at the expense of his bladder. Hyunjin could sleep anytime, anywhere anyway.

Of course he wasn’t the easiest to wake up but he kissed his cheek and blew air up his nose…and those lingering sensations startled Hyunjin enough to wake up. He wasn’t coherent; his only contribution to life was groaning and being pretty even with drool on his face but he rolled over when Seungmin pushed.

When he came back from the toilet though, Hyunjin was wide awake and doing his skincare already so they ended up in the kitchen half an hour later. Hyunjin must have sped up his routine but Seungmin wasn’t complaining as he was hungry.

“That smells so good, let me help you.”

“NO! You stay put right there.”

Huffing, he placed his hands in between his ass and the chair. “Bet you wouldn’t treat ‘uncle Seungmin’ this way.”

“Hot uncle Seungmin turned new partner? Would absolutely accept him as a co-chef. Actual Seungmin? I wouldn't let you anywhere near my kitchen. Just your mere presence is enough to set things on fire.”

“Hey! I'm not combustible! And what about having a healthy space to make mistakes?”

Maybe the skit wasn’t such a good idea; he was jealous of himself.

He acted out by tickling Hyunjin who nearly - accidentally - elbowed him in the face. Maybe he shouldn’t be so smug that the food ended up burned just a little because he has to eat said ashes but he felt great in how Hyunjin was not perfect in the kitchen.

“You know, this is toxic love.” Hyunjin commented once Seungmin shared his thoughts because he was trying to do that more.

“Not as toxic as this rice.”

Rice paddles had a versatility to them that he had previously only been aware of in theory.

“I’m sorry! Thank you wifey for the food you’ve spent time cooking!”

Finally, they calmed down enough to eat the meal. It was only a little bit crispy but Hyunjin had used herbs to make it tasty. Grudgingly he had to admit that even Hyunjin’s worst wasn’t comparable to his. He puts his mind to things and usually he manages but not cooking; one day he’ll master the basics however because he wants to be independent and an equal partner that doesn’t give his co-partner a big mental load. 

“I wonder how a Hyunjin that's with Seungmin would change” Hyunjin mused. He wasn’t surprised; Hyunjin was always doing that out loud these days.

“Maybe Hyunjin would be happier.” he proposed. He hopes that that is the case anyway.

“I meant like in appearance and clothing. I have a meeting with the stylists soon to choose the outfit.” 

“Well, you can wear a smile and nothing else…”

He smirked and made sure to bask in the glow of Hyunjin’s blush and the spotlight of his eyes.

“You can’t help yourself, can you? No, but seriously. What would he like her in?”

“I don’t know Hyunjin, you’re the fashion icon here, not me.”

“I like your style and brands are fawning to snatch you up…think harder. You have a big brain for something.”

“That’s not the only b-”

“Don’t even. You’re average at best.”

“How do you know? Spent a lot of time staring at my dick?”

Hyunjin groaned and placed a hand over his eyes. They weren’t even lying down so it looked funny.

“I think Seungmin would like Hyunjin in whatever she was comfortable in because he likes her for her.” he answered honestly…maybe he was channeling himself into his character but after all, it was his character.

****

What the hell? Was he melting at Seungmin's charming response to his character? He loves love and he tends to externalise it, placing meaning to everything. He often imagines two characters, none of which are actually him, falling in love and going about their life to get over his lack of love life…but still. Seungmin wasn’t speaking about him but about character Hyunjin who is female. And yet, he fell a little bit more in love, if not with Seungmin, with love itself.

Despite his sometimes crude words, Seungmin was such a gentleman but a fun one. A fun gentleman perfect for him...maybe in real life too…who knows. Maybe he can shoot his shot but knowing Seungmin, he’ll think he was joking.

“Hey Seungmin, I was thinking…” he trailed off, inviting the other to look at him. He does like that.

“Dangerous sport that.”

“I have you as my best friend. There’s nothing more dangerous than that.” That was actually kind of true because he’d yearned and hurt thanks to the man looking at him cooking intently because of course Hyunjin had insisted on not leaving a slightly burned taste in their mouths!

“It’s to bring the flavour in your life that you lack from food, since you can’t handle spice.”

Hyunjin made sure to add a dash of chili then to show him…but not a lot because he didn’t want to get a tongue lashing from himself.

“Anyway, I’ll tell you what I’m thinking since you didn’t ask. I don’t need permission to share, you know? Seungmin would totally buy his new girlfriend a daengmo.”

Seungmin’s eyebrow rose as if to say ‘this again?’ But yes, again, because Hyunjin wanted a physical demonstration of Seungmin’s affection.

“Maybe I’ll get a daengmo…for my nephews and now new stepsons.”

“Seungmin!” he shrieked. First Kkami, now Chan and Changbin? And not even the actual ones but their characters though maybe it was a small mercy. Hyunjin would totally fume if his members got the plushy and not him.

“Are you done?”

“I am very well done!” he huffed, after his shriek died and he had to clear his throat to regain his usual tone.

“At 180 degrees for 20 minutes? I knew it.”

“Why do I even like you?”

“I know, right? Sounds like a you problem but you married me so…”

“I did tell the writers that we wouldn’t get married so early so you’re only my boyfriend and you’re on thin ice.”

While they had asked and were told that the original plot had them already married, they had argued the ‘long-term married, newly divorcees, wanting to enjoy life’ case and seeing as so many of their staff fell in that category…they understood.

“Fine fine…hey sweet cheeks…” Seungmin called out. That made him feel equal parts tender and teasing. Seungmin has a way of soliciting that particular combination from him; he'd long ago accepted it. Of course being annoying was Seungmin’s love language just as being helpful was; Hyunjin’s too so he could recognise it and deal with it without putting too much thought into it (but that’s a lie because he thinks about Seungmin teasing him and being gentle with him all the time).

“Oh? Sweet cheeks?” Hyunjin asked, pleased with the term of endearment “the ones on my face, right?”

Clarification was not needed but Seungmin wiggled his brows while he gently touched Hyunjin’s right cheek. Yes, the one on his face although he could tell the other was sorely tempted to reach downwards but somehow, while teasing, the moment was also serious. 

Seungmin doesn’t want to ruin it with his antics; it had taken him a while to open to his others and show his true, chaotic self but over the years maybe he took it a bit too far. It was freeing being so open but he had to learn to not be too open. He had learned boundaries again but he doesn’t want to hurt his friends by being mean instead of funny.

“Of course. Such squishy, dumpling-like cheeks.”

Hyunjin positively purred. For sure, he hummed with pleasure. “Thank you. Anyway, were you going to ask something?”

“Yes. What would Hyunjin like Seungmin to wear?”

It was nice, not being the only one who obsesses over their characters and relationship and somehow, he had the answer already at the edge of his sleeve, ready to be spewed from his mouth. He took a breath to not seem too eager though he let how pleased he was show on his face. Then he applied some filters and then answered.

“A suit. Hanboks suit you but a suit would make you seem like a powerful boss. One who’s engaged and doesn’t let his subordinates do all the work only to take credit. You’d look like the hard-working person you are while smothering hot. Stay would take so many screenshots; we’ve obviously have to take a few photos of you to appease them.”

Seungmin laughed. “And I bet you have poses, location and camera settings in mind already. Are you sure the photos won’t be for you?”

“Hey! I’m a Stay too! Of course they’re for me too! I’ll download the photos of my favourite singer if I so want.”

“Pabo. You won’t need to download them. I’m generous enough for the originals to be taken with your phone.”

That was kind of sweet; even the pabo didn’t sting. Not from Seungmin; he knew the other thought he was smart, or he wouldn’t follow his plans.

“I’ll send you a copy of the photos for your portfolio. So you’ll wear a suit?” fuck supressing his eagerness. Seungmin would totally pull off a business suit any day but especially this time, right by Hyunjin’s side. A power suit would be a power move and Hyunjin was a bit weak in the knees for powerful gentlemen. Like, he’d fall to his knees and lay respects…with his mouth.

“We’ll see…thank you for the food Jinnie.”

“Anytime. Thank you for forcing me to sleep. Needed it.”

Now he has new energy to paint with and he knows exactly what he wants his next subject to be.

****

On Hyunjin’s birthday, he got the promised hug. 

Seungmin had actually worked out on all the muscles of his arms. He didn’t know there were that many; 24 was nearly as much as his age! Without going overboard, he’d worked out four days a week. A lot, without it being overkill so that his muscles grew slightly and firmed up. So when he gave Hyunjin his promised hug, he was sure the other would melt in his arms.

Somehow, that felt important to him.

“You’re a good boyfriend-husband. I think I’ll keep you.”

He didn’t mind being kept. It was the birthday boy’s wish and Hyunjin was prime wife material. Prime husband material too. In general, just prime spouse material without gender tags.

****

It was two weeks after they were told about the skit. Two weeks of planning and practicing. Two weeks of everyone getting into character in their own ways at times so that they would find it easy to improv most of the acting and only follow the general agreed upon storyline; more authentic that way. You could often see them practice because it was fun although their lines tended to be more dramatic than the guidance they had been given.

Maybe they were all taking it too seriously, even for them who take their jobs very seriously. But he stopped caring the minute Hyunjin came in and scrambled his brain. Hyunjin is wearing a white dress with tiny lilac flowers and a sunhat while holding sunglasses and a book in his hands and a towel perched on his forearm.

They were outside on the patio which housed a pool as well though none of them - except Chan and Yongbok when interpreting his young daughter - were wearing swim gear but it was nice to even just think about taking a dip after they were done filming. Seungmin himself had donned - on his own decision - a four-piece suit on the account that…Hyunjin would like that and his character was serious and silly enough to go wearing one on vacation.

He immediately sees Hyunjin eyeing him up the minute he sees him. Good. It was supposed to be a partner dance. It helped make it credible; if they had to be actually attracted to each other for that…well they had already established with some explosive firework kisses - and nearly ten years of friendship - that they were very compatible. 

The premise was that they went on an extended family vacation to ‘rekindle the family feeling’.

It was, of course, mandated by the grandparents so they couldn’t say no.

“Well, this is awkward” grandpa Felix said as he scratched the back of his head. 

“It’s only awkward if we make it!” Jisung, dramatic as ever, philosophised.

“Then we’re making it awkward.” Seungmin jibed. Seungmin also pulled Hyunjin closer to him by the waist. They hadn’t practiced that intimacy for nothing. They won’t be allowed to kiss but he can show their connection anyway.

“I’m just glad, at my age, that I don’t have to learn new partner names and food preferences…at least you got that right.” ‘Grandma’ sighed. He doesn’t need to bet because he knows Innie is loving this. He’ll smile for days after. “I expected that from Jisung” “Hey! I don’t know what that means actually…carry on mum.” “But not from you Seungmin. You’re not usually one for messes.”

“Was I supposed to stay in an unhappy, unfaithful marriage? Isn’t that messy too? Love can be messy but it can be clear too and it’s clear to me that I love Hyunjin so I will not lose any more time.”

Hyunjin shuffled even closer to him, turning his head, he could see the other blushing and wondered if it was the character or actual Hyunjin. He was a good actor but to what extent? The real Hyunjin was a romantic so surely his heart squeezed just a little hearing those genuine words (or at least the sentiment behind them was genuine since he hadn’t actually been in an unfaithful relationship and he hasn’t gotten with Hyunjin).

“You’re not getting any younger, hyung!”

“Quiet you. No one is getting any younger but at least we’re happier!” Hyunjin defended full of energy and rage. She has every right to rage and insult her ex-husband but it was a show of strength that she didn’t.

“You’re right about one thing and one thing only. We are happier. Right hunny-bun?” Lee Know, all cutesy, said. She only has soft eyes for Jisung - in the skit - any other adult got the hard eyes that cursed you. He guessed that was Minho’s way of forming their connection for the audience. He wonders if he looks different from an external viewpoint, if the way he treats Hyunjin is different from anyone else. He guesses yes because even in real life he acts slightly differently around and for Hyunjin.

“Yes we are my bun-bun.”

“Ew. Never saw you act so cute. It’s disgusting.” Seungmin pulled a face to show how disgusting it was.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Take that back you b—-bigoted non-magical mean witch. My boyfriend is the kindest and he treats everyone from me to waiters with the highest respect. It’s only you that he has contempt for and seeing as you cheated on him with his brother, he has more than enough reason. And you didn’t even think about Yongbokkie! You were leaving her alone so often to go and spend time with that…person.”

“That is no way to speak to your husband and sister-in-law!” ‘Grandpa’ admonished.

Seungmin sighed. “They’re no longer married, remember?”

“Oh yeah…that’s why we’re here.”

“Yes. And if we’re calling Lina anything, it’s going to be sinister-in-law.” Hyunjin delivered.

“That’s no way to speak to your girlfriend Hyunjin-ah!”

“Eomma…it’s not that relationship either. We’re the ones together now.” Seungmin, calmly, explained. Those were his parents and they were trying so he was too but to show them that it was them alone who were in a dedicated relationship - because realistically, Jisung and Lina weren’t in a committed relationship, simply a lustful one that would fizzle out -, he kissed Hyunjin’s cheek and delighted when the other had to lower his head to partially hide his blush. So the blushing was actually Hyunjin. Noted.

“Eomma! Seungmin 큰아빠! The kids are awake.” Changbin shouted and entered (or exited) into the patio.

“Are you calling yourself a kid, Changbinnie?” Seungmin teased but not maliciously.

“I may be older but there’s nothing wrong with being a kid! I’m a young adult.”

“A young adult that we’re so proud of but you will always be my baby! Thank you for taking care of your brother and cousin. Such a good boy!” Hyunjin, in doting mum fashion, praised her son. 

Felix and Innie had to go change but once they did, the camera shifted from the grandparents to the parents and children. There was more fussing and non-sense that made him hold laughter more times than Yongbokkie could count in English.

Seeing how Hyunjin played with Yongbokkie in the background, Hyunjin wasn’t just a boy-mum but an all-encompassing-and-doting-but-firm mum. Hyunjin would make a great parent.

“Eomma, what made you decide to finally start dating 삼촌 Seungmin?” Channie asked. Changbin gently corrected his brother by saying that Seungmin was ‘큰아빠’...but that he was also their stepdad. Seungmin really wasn’t…but his heart clenched in happiness which was weird because this was a skit. 

“I saw his exposed forehead and realised that I could stop settling and have a fine man that was actually interested in me...for me. A long time coming indeed. Now be good baby, let your father put the inflatable tire around you.”

In the skit, they tried to show that even though the adults were angry with each other - even those that allegedly cheated…maybe first, Seungmin hadn’t decided on whether they too had cheated or waited - they still tried to co-parent and not put their exes down in front of their children. Too much that is, it was almost inevitable that they let some things slip since their brains must be full of insults.

“Auntie!” Yongbokkie shouted once she was bored playing with Chan in the background (but very center too because the cameras loved them and for this skit they actually had multiple cameras). Felix took the opportunity to hug Hyunjin; those two loved cuddling. It was only because he had to appear as a ‘I don’t care’ young adult that Changbin didn’t join them. They all loved physical affection; Hyunjin hadn’t at first but those were actually his defenses, not wanting to seem vulnerable when he already had a reputation for only being a pretty face. Once he started to prove himself, they all had to watch out or else they would find themselves engulfed by the other’s noodle limbs. Especially when cameras weren’t out; now they were but Hyunjin was playing a doting aunt so he went for an extra strong hug.

“Yongbokkie! Are you having fun?”

The scene served to highlight the fact that Hyunjin had stepped up - as had Seungmin - in being a parent to all the kids. Minho and Jisung had frowned at being depicted as air-headed parents but now…they seemed to have fun playing those characters, knowing that they were just characters much like actors preferred playing villains. He’s agree that it was usually more fun to play those kinds of characters but those kinds of characters didn’t get to play Hyunjin’s boyfriend so sucks to be them.

“Yeah…no. Channie is boringggggggg.”

“Heyyyyyyyyyy”

The two Australians really loved destressing and playing children. It was why Chan was permanently five.

“You have to be kind Yongbokkie…unlike…certain people.” Hyunjin advises.

“Like criminals?”

“I guess criminals are mostly unkind, yes.”

“Auntie is the kindest. If uncle Jisung would like to be married to you again, would you want that too?”

Seungmin snorted…then paused to show brief worry but he needn’t be. Hyunjin’s response wasn’t rehearsed and he had to hold back from laughing because it was such a good line that he wanted Stay to see in the original, funnier version rather than a reshoot that would remove some of its shine since it would be expected. 

“Life is a cycle of mistakes but ideally not the same ones Yongbokkie.”

“Oh okay.”

“And I like your father. I’ll stay with him.” Hyunjin said decisively. Seungmin’s shoulders sagged a little; it wasn’t even character play. To have someone say that about you with such conviction was a prime honour.

“Okay! I like you as a second mum! I’ll go play with my brother-cousin!”

Felix genuinely emulated how unbothered certain kids were. Of course they started fighting not even one minute later and Yongbok was the one who picked the fight which he, as a responsible father (though strangely proud too) had to go and break.

“Kids these days...I used to do the same.” Seungmin professed, also proud.

 “What, simping over idols?”

“Aish…Yongbok’s obsession with the rapper Changbin is a bit much.”

The segment continued focusing on Minho and Jisung, with Felix and Jeongin having to go change again…they really should have blocked it according to costumes but they were improvising a great part of it, knowing that it would be more genuine and thus funnier so they were doing it in chronological sequence. 

In the background, Seungmin gave into temptation and pulled Hyunjin closer to him. The other was practically on his lap. Gosh that dress…and Hyunjin, the pretty man that he is. They made him feel things but he wasn’t alone. Hyunjin was sneaking in glances.

Were they…flirting?

It wasn’t all subtle. Hyunjin started running his finger down Seungmin’s arms. Softly. Slowly. Scaldingly. Those gym sessions were really worth their time in gold.

He had to take a minute to wrap his head around this because Hyunjin and him flirted a lot, since the very beginning, but it had never led anywhere. Even the kissing he could justify with purpose. 

But he wasn’t opposed to it and by all the flirting…neither was Hyunjin. He’d been cautious, not wanting to ruin their friendship and group dynamic but maybe they were secure enough to let off some steam together but…

“Okay everyone let’s take a small water break. Jeongin-ah has a wardrobe malfunction which needs a while to fix.”

“Oh would you look at that? What shall we do boyfie?”

Hyunjin was shameless and he admired that. For how shy the other was, he was also confident and once he knew what he wants, he goes for it wholeheartedly. Seungmin was honoured to be in that category but would he meet the other’s high expectations? Sure, Hyunjin lowered him from the pedestal he had put him on recently but would that apply if his role changes from best friend to bed partner? 

Humming interrupted his staring. “You seem worried. If you don’t want to…”

“I'm not worried. This is my processing face. I’m going to get us some water because I’m a good boyfriend.”

Hyunjin giggled with relief and his own stress momentarily decreased but once he was in the snack area, he made himself small and hid as best as he could in the open studio.

“What if I can’t make him happy?” he whispers.

“But…he does seem happy whenever I give him any kind of attention and that won’t be a problem. I will make sure to give him lots.”

“But what if I’m too mean? Sometimes I take things to the extreme.”

“But…I have learned to note cues when to stop. For Hyunjin, I will stop even before that. Maybe I won’t even be mean…unless he asks me to.”

“But what if I can’t satisfy him? What if our preferences and kinks don’t match?”

He snorts at his own reasoning. “But I can always try and from what he’s told me, we’re a match 100% but I’m always willing to adapt for him and I’m pretty sure he feels the same ahhhh.” He groaned, grabbing his hair. Maybe his forehead could do the work for him. Hyunjin seems to like it.

“But…I can always try. That’s the answer.” he nodded now. Even if he thinks he’s going to fail, Seungmin never backs out of important things and sleeping with Hyunjin was feeling decidedly heavy and important. 

He calms himself down with some breathing exercises and leaves his crisis spot. He spots Changbin and Jisung staring at him with their mouths agape.

“You…need advice?” Changbin asks.

Seungmin reaches them, pats - gropes a bit really but he has permission as it is cathartic - the other’s biceps and shakes his head no. “Nope. Sometimes I need sound advice. Thanks though.”

He took his place next to Hyunjin; he’d actually brought water because his lapse had only been momentarily and now he has his shit together again. Considering that he was thinking of crossing a line with Hyunjin, it would be strange if he didn’t have a mini breakdown. It just showed how important it is. Maybe a big breakdown was more proportional to the importance but he doesn’t want to look scared in facing the connection between them because that felt natural.

It felt inevitable; even with the water, Hyunjin looked hungry. 

Needless to say, finishing the skit was essential. But he wasn’t in a rush. It felt so inevitable that he didn’t doubt that it was going to happen now. Instead, he focused on delivering spontaneous lines that were so hilarious, Hyunjin laughed each time. Of course he wanted their fans to enjoy it too but his priority now was a bit more selfish.

The skit ended with chaos of course, with Jisung proposing to Lina but getting rejected for not being able to read the room. Lina, like them, had wanted to date a little. She did try to console him before threatening him if he ever pulls something like that in front of their kids, her ex, his ex and his parents, and her sister who is never going to let her live it down, she was going to dump his ass because, unlike Seungmin, he didn’t have enough money to keep her interested. Strangely, Jisung was pleased that his looks were what was keeping Lina with him.

Hyunjin showed she had a hold of her family by making the kids behave with a look so the situation didn’t escalate from the kids teasing their father and making it worse. She emerged as the biggest person who turned to look at him and state that she wouldn’t mind getting married in a few years but also wouldn’t mind not getting married as long as they stayed together. “I finally feel supported in raising my family.” she said and used it as an excuse to kiss his cheek and rub against his shoulder. 

Cheek kisses sneaked in score: 1 - 1

It was cute but there was a heavy underlining.

Then Jisung called Hyunjin ‘his wife’ and Seungmin, actual Seungmin not the character, felt so possessive he was ready to fight. He did get his knuckles out and mimic boxing then he dropped them. “She’s more my wife than yours because she can and has decided herself. I’ll make her happy. You should focus on your actual partner…”

Lina of course chased him. The skit ended and he waited until they were told it was a wrap before sighing in relief. It had been fun but also tortuous. 

“I wasn't joking about the forehead. You have to hide it or everyone will want to jump you” Hyunjin whispered as they were walking to the dressing room.

“Do you want to jump me? Because I kind of want to jump you. I want to ruck up this dress and eat you up.” he shared, very honest. The foreplay had been fun but he wanted to move on to actual play.

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks and for a second, he worried he had misunderstood. But no, he had gained back his Hyunjin cultural interpretation dictionary and he was fluent.

“You know what you'll find underneath, no?” he asked hesitantly.

The other was worried. What a pabo. He knew Seungmin was pan! Did he still expect his go to attraction to be a cis woman? He'll meet his wariness with pure confidence and assuage his worries.

“Heaven. I’ll find heaven.” he answered.

Hyunjin gulped, then nodded. 

They were both full of energy, grabbing their things and running outside of the changing room still in their costumes.

“Lix-ah” he grabbed the other’s shoulder to stop him changing “I’m going back to the apartment. Can you like, be away for an hour or two? I need alone time.”

“Oh, sure. Feeling overwhelmed? It was a pretty loud day.”

“Ye-” he was interrupted by Hyunjin - very unusual - who told him to hurry up. At that, Felix’s eyebrow rose up. He didn’t give any excuses even though he could say that Hyunjin was simply coming along. It didn’t feel nice lying even though he won’t volunteer any private information.

“Wait actually, we still need to change.”

“No time, let’s go.” It was Seungmin’s turn to urge the other and he motivated him by grabbing the other’s hand and dragging him along, barely having enough time to grab their clothes and bags.

“It’s good that we drive…you’re driving by the way.”

“Is that a metaphor for topping?” Seungmin teased. Hyunjin has a tendency of telling him he’s going to do something.

“Considering the fact you told me you want to eat me up…yes. You better do a good job.”

“Brat.”

“Always.”

“...But I’m driving right?”

“Yes…I’m too nervous to concentrate and it’s not our time to die yet. I trust you to drive…non-methaphorically and metaphorically.”

Seungmin melted a little. He tightened his hold on Hyunjin’s hand briefly to give him the stillness that he needs in times like this. And because Hyunjin trusted him, he was even more careful than usual while driving and even though it took a few more minutes…better that then they don’t reach their goal.

It was a hot goal. It would be a shame not to add it to his memory; it was already in his fantasy now.

They stared ahead in silence for a few minutes, both knowing that things were about to change but those few minutes did not change the final outcome. Then Seungmin turned to look at him and put on a questioning face. Without hesitation, Hyunjin nodded.

“Great! Let’s do this!”

“Yeah. Just let me change.”

“Erm, do you have to?”

“Are you going to pretend I’m female if I continue wearing this dress?” Hyunjin didn’t seem worried, just curious but he still rushed to assure him.

“No, absolutely not. I’m doing this with you Hyunjin-ah although there's no such thing as 'female' clothing...but keep the dress on, please?”

“Ah…you like me in it. That’s actually hot. Sure. I kind of look good! I should start wearing dresses as often as I started wearing wrap-arounds and skirts on stage.”

Seungmin’s mouth started to actually salivate. Fuck…did he want to fuck him with that fucking dress shoved up to his waist. Maybe Hyunjin would hold it up so it wouldn’t get dirty. Contrary to popular belief, Hyunjin was just clumsy and the mess came with it. Sometimes he was lazy but he always tidied up and was clean. Seungmin kind of loved him for it because it gave him peace of mind.

“The question is, will you like what’s underneath this dress even more?”

There it was, Hyunjin driving him insane. And then, as usual, he continued to tease him until Seungmin would reach his limit. He thinks that Hyunjin loves it when he gets a rise out of him.

“Interested to see what's underneath? For interest...apply here” the other shimmied, briefly holding the dress at the waist. The way the fabric moved was only topped by Hyunjin’s own movements, always the stage master.

In order not to be topped off, Seungmin boldly puts pressure.

Right there, on Hyunjin’s member and he was delighted by the resounding moan.

“Yeah? What do you have for me?”

“I wore something for both you and me.” Hyunjin admitted. That was hotter. Hyunjin has been taking care of himself so well, it puts less pressure on him and makes him want to take care of him in addition even more.

He had to know what was underneath. It was a burning itch at this point that extended to his fingers though he still asked if he could see. Hyunjin replied with ‘Sure’ but he didn’t lift the dress up…so Seungmin took it upon himself, moving slowly in case his partner changed his mind.

“Do you usually wear this kind of thing?”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted Hyunjin to do something special because he wanted to entice him…or if he wanted him to wear lingerie regularly. For what was driving him even hotter with lust than usual was a pair of black, lacy underwear. The lace was stiff, not flimsy and it appeared well made. Whether it cost a fortune or not, he wasn’t sure but either way, it looked simply divine on Hyunjin. He could just spot his rosy crown, crushed - or perhaps gently held in a caress - against his abdomen. 

“No..I was hoping...”

“Hoping?”

“Yes, that it would lead to this. We’ve been getting closer again and the spark there more and more…I was hoping that you had realised too.”

Seungmin had realised. He wasn’t sure exactly what it meant but all he wanted to do was show him how much he craved him. He’d learned his lesson though…

“I did, yeah. Shall we see what the spark will ignite?”

Hyunjin jumped into his arms, enveloping him and dragging him close. Then he melted from their blaze as tongues intertwined and lips hungrily met.

It was just so good and Hyunjin moaning showed that he was living his best life thanks to him. And thanks to their chemistry; maybe Hyunjin had pre-empted it by watching those videos.

They had to part for breath though Seungmin missed his lips immediately.

“Promise not to judge me.” Hyunjin demanded.

“I'm always judging you, this won't be different.”

“I have something to show you but you have to behave.”

Seungmin cheekily saluted but refrained from commenting. He knew it was in his best interest to cooperate and he would give his own tongue a tongue lashing if it meant he gets to see, feel, stroke, breath in, more of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin, who held the dress up. Hyunjin, who turned around and oh…it was a blessed, glorious view.

The underwear was open in the back. A jockstrap. And he had apparently been wearing it for a while. Wasn’t the lace alone enough? 

“Why must you be sooooo….”

“Alluring?”

“Hard to resist!”

Hyunjin tilted his head. “You’re trying to resist me?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Actually he was right. “Anything off the table?”

“Don’t be too mean to me. I’ll cry.”

He’ll be super good…this time. Hyunjin had practically invited him to be a little mean.

“And you?”

Oh, wasn’t Hyunjin a sweetheart? But also right. It was good to check on everyone involved regardless of their position.

“Don’t be too loud. It could give me a sensory overload.” Especially since they’ve been filming loudly in a studio all day. Sometimes, Seungmin lives for chaos and other times quiet. Both were part of the same circle. 

Hyunjin’s tiny nod made him feel all soft, which is good, seeing as he’d promised to behave himself.

“What do you want exactly?”

“Finger me? Your fingers always make me salivate. I’ve been jealous of your guitar.”

That made him cackle because he believed that. He didn’t chit-chat anymore. He knew when his cue for action was and now was it.

Retrieving the lube from his bedside table was difficult; Hyunjin had found a place on his lap and made it his own but in a way, his weight on top was calming. And he had him in a good place to have him especially because Hyunjin had seen fit to already be so open, so exposed.

He teased him at first. Rubbing and circling slowly without breaching. Surprisingly, Hyunjin didn’t complain. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed and Seungmin realised from his shudders how sensitive the other one was there. No wonder he’d requested this.

And it made him start planning because he wanted to see Hyunjin fall apart but it’s not like he was immune himself. If he was inside him - if Hyunjin consented - he’d be too taken in by his own pleasure to really take in the other in all his vast expressions. So he…made possible plans.

He pushed in gently, not knowing how much the other could take. Even if just a little, he took it beautifully. Leaning in, he kissed his shoulder; the dress was soft though not as soft as Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around him and Seungmin took the opportunity while the other was a bit distracted to finally push one finger fully inside.

He took pleasure in circling it, making sure it dragged against Hyunjin’s walls. Hyunjin was practically mewling, asking for more without words. Before he would give it to him, Seungmin made sure to bunch the dress in his free hand, dragging the soft fabric against Hyunjin’s cock, which, confined in lace as it was, must provide teasing sensations. He must have been right because the other shuddered against him.

It was such a beautiful visual. Hyunjin’s gaze was broken with pleasure.

“More, please.” the other finally asked.

“Oh course, anything for my wife.”

He wants him to beg but maybe later, when he’s taken in with even more pleasure. More desperate which wouldn’t be a problem as it seemed that he was getting there already. Seungmin smirked. They were both on the same kinky page for sure.

He still goes about it teasingly, barely grazing with another finger at first. A big part of him enjoys how obedient Hyunjin is. How patient. He doesn’t look frustrated at not receiving something immediately. He actually looks grateful and too taken by pleasure. He really wants to test how sensitive he is.

“Thank you” Hyunjin whispered even with the second finger not even in. ‘More’ was a scale. Hyunjin…was just grateful to receive even a bit more. He remembers how long Hyunjin waited for some of his affection, for a pinch of friendship in a love language that Hyunjin tried to translate…and then he doesn’t let him wait any longer.

He goes slowly, not wanting to overwhelm for now. Not until he gets used to the intrusion and settles into it.

“I’m going to add another” he warns after two are already in. He screws them, bringing the other even more pleasure. He loves Hyunjin’s expressions and wonders how much more ecstasy he could bring him.

“Okay baby” Hyunjin moans at that so he makes sure to say the term again while squeezing his hip and plunging three fingers inside, angling them in such a way that they touch his prostate “I think you’re ready for more. You’re being so good.”

Hyunjin’s eyelashes flutter. He makes sure to comb his hair with his fingers to see them better.

“How do you feel about toys?” he felt the need to ask. Hyunjin didn’t mind surprises but he doesn’t want to mess it up now.

“Toys like…”

“Sex toys.”

“Oh…I have some. Why?”

“Good. So you won’t mind sitting on one?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “You have…but I thought you would…” he stammered. It was so cute and endearing.

“I do. Usually for partners but well…”

“You want to switch?”

“Hell no, I want to fuck you.”

“Then do it, you coward. I want my husband to fuck me.”

Oh…that went both ways it seems. His dick twitched in his underwear and he rolled his hips upwards for a second, before he got hold of himself again. Metaphorically. He wasn’t going to give himself a helping hand or it will be over too soon. Hyunjin was fine and meant to be savoured not rushed.

“Eventually. But you’re dressed so nicely. Won’t you give me a show?”

He loves keeping him on his toes. He loves watching him undulate almost unconsciously, seeking friction and heat.

“I guess…since you’re also dressed so nicely, I can accommodate for my husband.”

Yes. If Hyunjin was a researcher experimenting, his research was a staggering success because he was deeply affected. 

Hyunjin passes his hands down Seungmin’s shirt, now more open than during the skit but with a few buttons hanging in there. His waistcoat was fully open and when had that happened? Hyunjin’s fingers could be very nimble. 

“Shall I keep it on for the whole night?”

“Oh no…I want to see your body.”

It felt good being appreciated. Hyunjin clearly wanted him, so he kissed him to show him that he too deeply desired the other. 

“You can see my back in the shirt while I get the toy out.” he teased but that worked and even if he whined - Seungmin had been considerate enough to keep his fingers inside - at the loss, there was a glint in his eyes as more was yet to come.

The toy was still in the package. He does sometimes use them on himself but he usually liked using them on and with partners more - he likes to observe - so this one was still in the packaging. Thankfully they knew each other enough for it to not ruin the mood completely when he has to run around to find scissors. Hyunjin’s tinkering laugh actually made him feel things, not all sexual but all good.

“Anytime now or? You know, to know the call time for my performance.”

“You can start without the toy!”

Hyunjin took him to heart. He could see him touch himself through the fabric and hoped the softness of it excited him. Seeing as Hyunjin wore lace…

From the edge of his eye he could see Hyunjin’s hand slipping underneath the skirt of the dress. The jockstrap and Seungmin’s previous work would make it so easy to…

He wasn’t teasing any more and Seungmin needed to hurry the fuck up. He’d sprawled on the bed now; no longer was he on his knees like he’d been. He looked debauched already and Seungmin was jealous of the fact that it wasn’t him who put him in that place on his back with his legs spread though he does take partial credit for the state.

Seungmin nearly stabbed the packaging and himself in his quest to get to the toy. If it fails, he was going to abandon his plan - something he rarely does - because he wasn’t going to fail to open Hyunjin soon too.

The plan was back on track though because he successfully did it in one clean cut. He’d pat himself on the back but not now and he was sure that later he’d have better reasons to celebrate. 

He practically crawled over the other and gently removed his hand by tugging…it was wet and he doubted it was saliva. Looking down, he confirmed it. It was heady just how visibly turned on Hyunjin was but he himself was on the way to make a puddle in his lap. He’d been focused on his plan but now that he was about to execute it, he worried he’d cum too quickly again. Once inside, he knows he’s not going to last.

So he took some breaths and caressed Hyunjin’s hand still in his. And for how hurried the other had been, he didn’t seem impatient. He just smiled at him and squeezed his hand back so Seungmin kissed him softer than before. It felt like no matter what he did, as long as he does it, Hyunjin is happy and that was an unparalleled feeling.

Then he flipped them over because he can kiss him softly after. And he should, knowing how gentle he needed to be with Hyunjin. Again…after. He can clearly take (and wants) some roughness now.

“Did you even finger yourself? Dildo is here” he teased as he shook the toy as if it was a plane…actually that was a great idea. Hyunjin swatted it but when Seungmin persisted, he got a glare and an open mouth which he pushed the toy into.

Hyunjin pulled a face.

Right…it was new.

Sighing, he grabbed a condom and quickly put it on the toy. Luckily, he didn’t have to move from the bed for that.

“You can finger me yourself. I’m not doing all the work.”

Brat. Loveable brat.

He does love watching people squirm, most of all brats.

“How’s your deep throating skills?” he asked. He himself isn’t that great at it because he never risked his throat. That would risk his whole career. But Hyunjin, who has a lovely soft voice, didn’t seem to have those same qualms from what he’s shared before. Which wasn’t that much directly but he gives answers when his friends try to guess things.

“Expectional. Why? Want a blowjob?”

“Later. I want to test your skills now.”

Hyunjin was a dichotomy of chill and excitement as he let him open his throat with the toy. It made for such a pretty sight. His dick twitched but he’ll see Hyunjin’s look as he fed him his dick later if they did this again. Right now, he enjoyed being eye level as it happens, something which would be difficult if it didn’t involve an external object.

Shit. There he was, kneeling on the bed in that dress bunched up on his thighs with his underwear peaking out slightly. He was gorgeous.

Hyunjin was making tiny choking sounds with each thrust so Seungmin was really careful and attentive but it didn’t look like he wanted to stop. If anything, he looked blissed out. 

Figures. It fits with what he knew of the other. He was a bit of a cockslut…but a careful one so he rarely actually did anything about it…which explains the desperation to a higher degree. Seungmin understands; he may look like a puppy but he was more like a horny older dog really.

A horny dog that wanted to move beyond this even though it was hot as hell. Luckily, it was already imprinted in his memory for later revision. After one final, harder, push, he extracted it.

“Here, get the toy ready and wetter while I get you ready.”

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows because he hadn’t specified how but Hyunjin was neither helpless nor unoriginal. He was going to bottom this time…and hopefully many other times after but he wasn’t expecting him to decide everything. In fact, he expected Hyunjin to take the lead in many things; including driving him crazy with lust.

Unrelated to the bottoming preference, the other does have some submissive tendencies…but right now Hyunjin was simply enthusiastic. There was something he wanted and knowing he could get it…he was going to get it. The steps to get it saw him lather his palm with lube and enthusiastically get the toy ready. There was no appropriate description other than ‘filthy wet handjob’. Hyunjin was definitely doing a good job; the embarrassing squelching sounds shouldn’t turn him on but they were a sign of Hyunjin’s horniness. Hyunjin has really nice hands; that wasn’t just an observation but a fact saved for later knowing that he stands more of a chance since Hyunjin doesn’t usually go for one-night stands.

Seungmin was done being a masochist to himself - or maybe not because it still won’t be him engulfed by that tight heat but he can at least appreciate the visuals and direct the action. He’d be the director while Hyunjin would be the main star. Sole star of his attention currently.

“Okay pretty, I think it’s wet enough.”

Again, he noted Hyunjin’s blush and made a note to call him that again. So far ‘wife’ ‘baby’ and ‘pretty’ have all worked; maybe he’ll try ‘love’ next and see if Hyunjin explodes in happiness.

 Only of course, Hyunjin turned it around.

“You’re pretty too. Way too pretty and handsome but you’re right. Any more lube and it will slip out.”

Seungmin cleared his throat, not used to being called that by anyone but screeching fans at concerts and shy ones at fan events. “Ahem, we wouldn’t want that would we? How about you sit on it?”

Hyunjin seemed both elated and sulking about it. “You’re going to give it to me good if I give you a show, right?” he asked and Seungmin didn’t have the heart (or the headx2) to deny him. This brightened Hyunjin’s mood, right before it turned wanton again as he lowered himself on the toy now placed between Seungmin’s knees which came in useful as Hyunjin used them to hold on. The dress’ fabric got in the way, so Seungmin helpfully and very happily, held it up.

Thinking about it lightly - because he couldn’t focus too much on his own thoughts when his eyes were absorbing this wonderful scene - Hyunjin had always looked extra good in hanboks so he shouldn’t be surprised that he had a body made for dresses…unrelated but his body seemed to also be made for taking cock, without brushing over the fact that Hyunjin must have worked hard a lot for that too.

Fuck, he was enjoying it so much and it made Seungmin’s heart pound. He seemed really sensitive, shuddering and gasping at each drag upwards and he was so aroused that he ended up lifting one hand from Seungmin’s knee and touching himself over his tight underwear; the jockstrap hadn’t budged unlike flimsy underwear. His mouth was red from previous activities and it was like a beacon whose call he didn’t ignore.

Hyunjin sighed against his mouth. Seungmin pressed their lips together again then took a breather to tell him that even his sighs were pretty and then he could savour those lips again and his heated skin.

Hyunjin’s body control was astonishing but even he was staggering now. The movements were no longer even and he looked desperate for more but unable to continue. His thighs were trembling and the pout was winning over so finally, he decided that the starter was over and now he was going to have the main course and dessert.

He caressed Hyunjin’s hair and dragged his hand all the way down to the other’s, squeezing it to tell him silently that he did a great job.

“Would you like something more?”

“YES!” then because he’s maybe teased too much (in Seungmin’s opinion, it was just enough) he narrowed his eyes. “You mean you right? Actual human dick not a toy?”

Seungmin laughed because the other could be so dramatic but also so right and insightful. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be inside you in a minute.”

Hyunjin removed his hand from where it had been lightly groping himself and put it against Seungmin’s chest. “Should I even let you? You made me wait so long.”

For some reason, he doesn’t think he means only now. Gulping, he considered how he could make it up to him.

“I can eat you out? Give you a blowjob? Maybe use the toy and make you cum hard?” he suggested.

“Coward. Fuck me yourself.”

“But you said…”

“I was wondering if I should. Well you should. Do it well puppy and maybe I’ll let you do it again.”

He’d never shifted gears so fast in his life. He pressed forward quickly to kiss Hyunjin and used one hand to hold him safely by his waist and one to throw the toy away because it was no longer needed. Looking down, he wondered if he should help Hyunjin out of the jockstrap - not the dress though - because it looked nice against the other’s skin but he wanted to see him.

The decision was made for him when Hyunjin shimmied out of his underwear in a feat of flexibility. Sighing and smiling, he caressed the other’s abdomen and then gave a few tugs on his member to test how sensitive he was, to observe his wonderful reactions, and to reassure him that he was quite aware that it was him who he was sleeping with and he was ecstatic about it. With that same hand, he took himself out and angled his dick just right. Hyunjin shared the same ecstatic look. 

He tugged himself but didn’t do anything else until after he’d grabbed another condom. Hyunjin frowned but nodded. He even got a kiss on the cheek to reassure him.

“Next time…we get tested.” Hyunjin suggested.

Seungmin was pretty sure they were both clean. It’s not like they had a troop of partners and they underwent regular health checks, including blood tests, but in these matters, it’s best to be safe and he really appreciated Hyunjin’s cooperation. The mention of a ‘next time’ that sounded absolute, made his heart act all weird. Why was it so strange? It was only Hyunjin. He doesn’t take him for granted any more but it all seemed inevitable while still special. 

Hyunjin was so wet that he nearly slipped forward instead of inside but Hyunjin wasn’t just taking it. Even with trembling legs and hips constantly circling the air, he found enough energy and technique to press down as he was pressing up and like two magnets of two polar opposites, they found each other.

Seungmin moaned louder than Hyunjin without any shame.

Finally, they both relaxed into it knowing that an end was in sight and they will reach it together. It wasn’t foreplay anymore. There was no need to deny or hold back anything. Hyunjin used one hand to tilt his face and kiss him again. Seungmin tightened his hold on his waist and he absolutely went to town, pushing his hips forward over and over again because now was not the time to go slow.

Hyunjin’s elbows found themselves on Seungmin’s shoulders; useful to not buckle off completely and leaving his hands free close to Seungmin’s face, in case he wanted to direct another kiss. Of course there were several of those.

“We’re doing this again after today…right?” Hyunjin broke one kiss to ask. He sounded more desperate in asking that question than ever before. He shouldn’t be; his previous confident suggestion was on the right path.

“Course. Anytime you want.” he admitted because not only was he soft for Hyunjin, he knew he’d never find anyone better for sex…or anything else.

“And if I want it for the rest of my life?”

That…was both unexpected and not. Hyunjin believes in forever things; he just hadn’t been aware that he believed in forever them.

“It would be hard…when we’re in a nursing home at ninety but I’ll use my wits and get us some privacy. Anything for my wife” he joked but it came out more like a whispered confession.

Hyunjin sucked in a breath, then went breathless even more with a round of joyous giggles and while it was a happy occasion…it was also very horny because his body practically vibrated around him.

“You’re so pretty. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” he admitted, stifling another groan against Hyunjin’s throat.

“Give it to me like a good husband. There’s always round two and three…yes, right there!”

Seungmin’s lips stretched into a smile, happy that the other was unraveling with him. They were unraveling each other really, Seungmin with his thrusts and Hyunjin by squeezing him. Their moans combined in harmony.

And before he finished, he just took a moment to look at Hyunjin - open-mouthed, eyes nearly closed and with a blissful expression on his face. His hair was damp with sweat; the dress’ underarms were sweaty too. It didn’t smell exactly of floral tones but it was real and natural and simply Hyunjin. He was emitting these low moans, almost like rumbles that he wasn’t aware of making and it felt so grounding that he could use it to jump up and propel himself after letting go.

“You’re…incredible” he whispered.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. He froze. Then he moaned and Seungmin’s hand automatically went to touch him. A minute later, he was shuddering against him.

Next time, he’d take his time before to take him in naked. Those dancing-tuned muscles would be so artistic against the sheets; against him. It would heightened the experience for him to observe with all the reverence and attention that he deserves.  

“Fuck. I’m coming too” he warned and went to push the other gently by the hips but Hyunjin held on despite shuddering from oversensitivity. His hands went around Seungmin’s neck and their eyes met.

He couldn’t help cumming.

Hyunjin sighed like everything was at peace.

He hated how his clothes were sticking to him and he desperately needed for Hyunjin to be clean from lube, sweat, and his own cum…but for once, he resisted his urges and simply existed. Co-existed together.

“You’re incredible too” Hyunjin told him right before pushing himself up and rolling on his back next to him. “That was incredible…you meant it…about it not being a one-time thing?”

Sex wasn’t the culmination, it usually was the prelude to a discussion and maybe a prelude to a shared life. They already shared so much but could they share even more?

“I don’t know about you but it was too special to limit it to one time but…how many more, I don’t know.”

“Well, how many would you like?”

“We did say a life.” he said but he put on a joking tone…just in case. It may not seem like it but Seungmin’s heart was fragile too.

“Okay. Request granted.”

Really? That easy? They had mentioned their future here and there throughout the evening but having confirmation shocked him and warmed him; for sure, there was a lot of heat and no cold left in his heart. A little doubt yes, but that would hopefully abate as they actually went on in living their life - separately but together.

Things between them at the start had been easy; it was later that miscommunication took over. If they were going to do this, he would make sure to work in preventing that as much as possible. Knowing how determined Hyunjin was, he too would do the same.

Seungmin grabbed his hand and squeezed it. It felt good being with someone else who was just as hard-working and determined as him.

“So, we’re doing this? Together?”

“Yes.”

“Can you…wear that dress again?”

“I can even wear another dress. I may have some…”

“Fuck.”

“It doesn’t have to lead to that but I’m not opposed…you should wear more suits but you look hot in jeans too. And sweatshirts. So boyfriend material although anything you wear will be, at least for me…”

“I’ll wear all shades of jeans for you and I guess now is the time.” Seungmin nodded, pleased at his plan and the relaxing of Hyunjin’s forehead.

“For what?”

“I’ll buy you a ddaengmo.”

“I knew it! Stingy best friend but generous lover.”

“Generous boyfriend too.”

“...No. You’re going to properly ask. I deserve that.”

“Fine. Hyunjin, will you marry me?”

A whine so long, Seungmin was impressed. “I’ll gladly marry you actually” Seungmin gulped, not expecting that. “But you can’t skip the other question.”

Seungmin, all serious, asked Hyunjin if he wanted to be his boyfriend. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see that smile and receive that wholehearted ‘yes’.  

“When people ask us how we got together in the future, I’m assuming we’re going to lie?” he asked, wanting to set the ground rules for their relationship after all the work they both put into to make it better, make it right between them.

“Why? I think it’s pretty romantic how our love transcended gender.”

Was he expecting anything less?

“Noted. Boyfriends confirmed then.”

“Good. Pleasure doing business with you” a pause for an offset of giggles “but if you want me to trust you, you need to deliver on your word.”

“I’ll actually buy you the doll.” Seungmin promised.

“And you promised me something else…to eat me up. And before you start, I mean in a non-cannibalistic way.”

“I mean, I would have to start to do that.”

He got an unimpressed ‘Seungmin’ that lasted a few seconds before he giggled again. He looked so soft trussled in bed sheets. The dress was getting tangled with his legs the more he moved. Maybe he should see him out of it already…or they can calm down but one was easier than the other and way more satisfying. 

“Sorry. I’m not being a good husband, am I? I’ll remedy that once we have a good night’s sleep. Let’s get ready.”

It was fun getting ready for bed together. Nothing they hadn’t done before but now there was a different tinge to it. The same silliness but they could turn that energy into something romantic now.

“When you do eat me up tomorrow…can you call me your wife again? I like it. But I’m your new boyfriend too and I demand all the things that are usually done at the beginning of a new relationship too.”

Hyunjin was so cute. Him having standards for his partners was personal growth; or maybe he knew that Seungmin won’t leave him the second he starts demanding things. He could ask for the moon and Seungmin will find a creative way to at least get him a piece of it or a similar experience.

“Of course. I do like when you acknowledge me as your husband too. It makes preparing for the future role change so much easier.”

“Seungminnnnnnnnnn” Hyunjin whines. They were both too hyped to actually sleep and spent half the night caressing each other’s backs, arms, and legs. A few cheeky ass squeezes too. Eventually, they petted each other’s hair and fell asleep in a drooling and happy relaxed rest.

Their relationship was new and he was sure that he’ll have fun getting to know Hyunjin in a new way, going over new milestones. But they knew each other’s characters and usual habits deeply already so it felt like they were an old married couple.

The kind that Hyunjin paints and writes songs about. Maybe he’d been writing about them all along.