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TBZ Kiss Ficlets
Q/Kevin, accidental kiss
It isn't really that Kevin's shoulder is especially biteable. Changmin is just in a bitey mood and Kevin's shoulder is closest.
That doesn't mean he isn't pleased by the very Kevin yelp and wriggle it gets him. So honestly, it's more Kevin's responsibility than his when Changmin scrinches his nose and leans in to bite Kevin again and Kevin flails and grabs Changmin's shirt, pulling them both backwards in a rush until Changmin's mouth lands – quite gently at the end, with some emergency core tensing – against the soft, surprised shape of Kevin's own.
It probably is still Changmin's responsibility when he immediately bites down on Kevin's narrow lower lip. But in his defence the sound Kevin makes then is even better.
Sunwoo/Sangyeon, umbrella
"It's because I'm in a good mood, hyung," Sunwoo explains, when Sangyeon eyes his fast-twirling umbrella. Sunwoo keeps twirling it, jaunty and smiling, as he walks beside Sangyeon. It’s making droplets of rain fly off the points and spatter cold against Sangyeon’s cheek, when he should be safe here under his own umbrella. But he feels pretty good about Sunwoo smiling like that, so he just gives Sunwoo an “Oh?” as he smiles back.
“Because,” Sunwoo says, “I know that when we get – here,” and he jumps up onto the front step of their building as they reach it, “I’m going to do this,” and he tugs Sangyeon closer, pushing back Sangyeon’s umbrella and sliding his own behind Sangyeon’s head in its place. Then he leans forward and that smiling mouth is pressed against Sangyeon’s. The bright yellow arc of Sunwoo’s umbrella shields them from view from the street. Sangyeon, caught off guard, only just reacts in time to kiss back.
“And that you’re gonna let me,” Sunwoo finishes, voice low and pleased as he pulls back.
Jacob/Hwall, nose kiss
Hyunjun has been in a prickly and annoying mood tonight – it’s probably stress, Jacob knows Hyunjun has enough reasons to be stressed. When he sits down cross-legged on the carpet in front of the couch Jacob’s on and starts tossing tiny paper balls towards an already tetchy Sunwoo, Jacob puts out a hand and rests it on Hyunjun’s head, tousling his hair – tries to make it firm enough to mean stop.
Hyunjun stretches his neck back to look up at Jacob. There’s something so especially cat-like about the look, curious and not sure whether to be affronted, that it feels like a natural part of the same gesture for Jacob to lean over and give a light, sharp tap to the slope of Hyunjun’s nose, then follow it up with a kiss on the bridge.
When he straightens, Hyunjun’s eyes are huge, his mouth parted as he cranes to look up at Jacob. Then he settles back, folding his hands in his lap. And Jacob doesn’t know why that worked, but Hyunjun is as sweet and well-behaved as a lamb for the rest of the night.
Haknyeon/Younghoon, hair-tugging
It’s not really a surprise to find that Haknyeon’s a bratty kisser, once he gets into it. He’s on the couch while Younghoon perches on the arm of it, and he’s leaning up, mouth hot and insistent against Younghoon’s and hands in Younghoon’s hair. Haknyeon’s fingers scritch along Younghoon’s scalp and then tangle that bit too tightly in amongst the locks – a sharp bit of sensation that makes Younghoon shiver and try to say something. Haknyeon won’t let him, leaning up for another kiss, pushing up onto his knees and tugging harder on Younghoon’s hair, until – Younghoon’s kiss-hazy brain only has a split second to perceive how off-balance he is.
“Oww,” Younghoon says, breath knocked out of him, looking up from his new home on the floor. Haknyeon peers over the side of the couch, an Oh my god, hyung escaping him. His mouth is falling into an incredulous smile that is honestly hurtful and unnecessary. Younghoon pouts at him. “Yah,” he says. “I’m a precious cargo! How could you let me fall!”
Haknyeon nods seriously. “Hyung,” he says. “Hyung, are you hurt?” His eyes are very innocent as he reaches out, hands tangling in Younghoon’s hair again. “Hyung, I’ll kiss it better, okay.”
Sangyeon/Jacob, spiderman kiss
“Of course the spiderman kiss is romantic!” Eric insists. “It’s the most romantic! And mouths are like – they’re symmetrical, or it's close enough. How is one person being upside down going to make it harder to coordinate like you said, when it’s still –” he reaches up and squishes his own lips side to side with two fingers – “basically just one on top of the other!” (“Are you going to kiss him to prove your point?” Sangyeon asks, interested.)
“I just think it would be confusing,” Jacob says, in his soft arguing voice. He’s stopped trying to do upside-down crunches and is just hanging from the bar by his knees now, the tips of his hair gently swaying. (Sangyeon puts his water bottle down on the mat where he’s been taking a breather, and asks again, “But are you going to kiss to settle the argument?”)
"And you'd be looking up each other's noses?" Jacob says. "I don't think that's very romantic. And –" he blinks in upside-down confusion as Sangyeon shifts over and kneels up in front of him, Jacob's eyes widening and his words cutting off with a soft oomf! as Sangyeon takes Jacob's cheeks in his hands and leans in. (Honestly, Sangyeon has to do everything himself in this team.)
Kevin/Juyeon, crook of the knee
Kevin shouldn’t be enjoying it so much: the way Juyeon is pretending so hard not to be ticklish. Especially since it was just supposed to be a sweet, playful gesture. Kevin was lying with his head on Juyeon’s calf, both of them looking at their phones, and he turned his head and dropped a kiss onto the side of Juyeon’s knee. There’s a rent in Juyeon’s black jeans that starts at the front of his knee and goes almost all the way around to the back, and Kevin just touched his lips to the exposed skin – sweetly, but Juyeon jerked, his knee rising, nearly dislodging Kevin before he visibly forced himself to keep his leg where it was. Kevin might have laughed and apologised, except that Juyeon just gave him a warm, calm smile as if nothing had happened, and reached out to touch Kevin’s hair. So Kevin gave him the same innocent smile back and dropped another kiss there, letting his fringe drag and tickle across Juyeon’s knee at the same time.
Kevin's been moving further and further towards the back of the rent in Juyeon's jeans, and Juyeon is still trying valiantly to keep his leg still. Kevin uses a thumb to casually push back the rent, dropping his head again, and this time the kiss lands on the soft skin on the inside of Juyeon’s knee. Juyeon’s muscles tense and jerk, and he makes a tiny, breathless sound low in his throat. And Kevin … forgot. For a second. That as well as being stupidly ticklish, Juyeon is unbearably fucking sexy.
“Shit,” Kevin mumbles. Juyeon blinks at him in concern and Kevin hides his face against the denim of Juyeon’s thigh. “I think I played myself," Kevin whispers.
Hyunjae/Sunwoo, wall kiss
“Ah hyung, I hate this, do something, distract me,” Sunwoo says, hugging his arms around himself in the dark. There’s a manager coming to get the two of them, but he’s taking forever. And maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go exploring the shoot location on their own during a break in filming, but in their defence they were trying to keep themselves awake. And it’s not as though they’d known this door led out to a bricked-in and very dark alley, and also locked behind you if you accidentally let go of it. Sunwoo doesn’t actually care whose fault it was (obviously Hyunjae hyung’s, but he doesn’t care), he just wishes their manager would hurry up. It’s so dark, and he swears he saw something moving in one of the unlit windows above the alley.
Sunwoo’s straining his eyes to see into the shadows (was that a noise?) when he feels the touch of fingers on his cheek. He jumps and yelps. Hyunjae bites his lip on a laugh as Sunwoo stares up at him in the dark, his heart pounding. “No,” says Hyunjae, “I’m just –” and he doesn’t explain what he’s just, except that he kind of does because he leans forward, supporting himself with a hand against the wall beside Sunwoo’s head. Sunwoo tilts his chin up almost without realising it. Then Hyunjae’s mouth is against his, his other hand coming up to cup Sunwoo’s cheek again.
It’s very distracting. For several minutes. They only just hear the door opening in time.
New/Q, ankle kiss
“I’m very sweet,” Chanhee objects, sitting up straight. He can’t believe that Changmin would imply that he is not an angel at all times. Changmin’s "Of course you are", the least sincere assurance Chanhee has ever heard, backed up with cute finger guns as he adds, "Sweet, sweet Chanhee!" only offends him more. He grabs Changmin’s ankle-socked feet and starts aggressively massaging them.
Changmin arches his foot for better access, but doesn’t otherwise seem moved by this kind and angelic act. So Chanhee ups his game, gently lifting Changmin’s foot. He drops a delicate lip-glossed kiss onto the ankle, deftly dodging when Changmin tries to kick him in response.
“See,” Chanhee says, giving Changmin a pretty smile as he settles back. “Way sweeter than you.”
Eric/Younghoon, blown kiss
Eric is admiring the new lip colour the stylists have given him (tangerine! fruity!) when he catches Younghoon’s eye in the mirror. Eric turns and blows a tangeriney kiss at him across the dressing room. Younghoon pretends to reach for it in the air and miss it, turning his head to watch it sail by. He turns sad expectant eyes back to Eric.
Eric is laughing when he blows the next kiss, less a blowing motion and more a ragged puff of air, and Younghoon follows the kiss’s path with a disappointed and unimpressed gaze, until it apparently stops midway through the air between them. Eric jumps to his feet and runs after it, fanning with his hands and blowing like it’s a feather he’s pushing along. A few of the others are watching and laughing now too, and Kevin cheers when Eric reaches Younghoon’s chair, planting his hands on Younghoon’s shoulders. Younghoon was laughing too while Eric did his pantomime across the room, but now he’s gone still, his eyes a little wider and darker under Eric’s gaze, waiting for what he’ll do.
Eric leans in and blows a final time, hard and short like he’s trying to blow away a stray eyelash, directly onto Younghoon’s face. Younghoon blinks a few times and then nods, satisfied.
Jacob/Kevin, half asleep
“I’m straight-up fantasising about being in bed,” Kevin mumbles. His head is resting against Jacob's shoulder in the dark bus, and his voice is blurred and stuttery with tiredness. “Just,” Jacob feels Kevin’s cheek slide against his shoulder as the bus breaks at an intersection, “full-body imaginative experience at this point, I can feel the bedsheets.” Kevin waves a sleepy arm in front of them, his eyes closed. “Kiss me goodnight and knock me out.”
Jacob doesn’t think anyone else is awake, after the sixteen-hour shoot they’re coming back from, except Haknyeon up the front, having a quiet conversation with their manager who’s driving. Jacob blames the soft, hushed darkness of the bus, and the fact that he is also close to hallucinating from fatigue, for the fact that he turns his head and whispers, “Okay. Good night, Kevin,” and kisses him softly on the mouth.
There’s a moment of silence, then Kevin scrambles to sit up straight. “Wait,” he says, “no, wait, I’m wide awake now,” and it’s a lie but his eyes are very wide. “Do that again.”
Sangyeon/Younghoon, stair kiss
Sangyeon is coming down the stairs as Younghoon starts going up. Younghoon pauses one step below Sangyeon, and he has to tilt his chin up to meet Sangyeon’s eyes. “You’re hot when you’re taller than me, hyung,” he observes, his mouth tugging up in a grin.
This is a lie, Sangyeon is always hot. But it makes Sangyeon’s eyes crinkle, and he reaches out and lays his fingers along Younghoon’s jaw, tugging Younghoon upwards onto his toes and into a kiss. Younghoon gasps and maybe has to steady himself with a hand on the wall.
So it was a lie and it wasn’t. Sangyeon is hot when he’s taller than Younghoon.
Hyunjae/Q, biting
Jaehyun didn’t expect it to be so gentle. When he thought about kissing Changmin, what he imagined was that piercing intensity of focus that Changmin brings to dancing, or the weird-adorable aggression that he brings to so many other situations. But Changmin kissing him is tentative hands on Jaehyun’s cheeks and a soft slide of lips, and it’s wide, careful eyes on his when Changmin half draws back before leaning in again.
Kissing Changmin like this is nice, Jaehyun isn’t going to complain if this is the Ji Changmin kissing experience. But he thinks he saw something anxious in Changmin’s eyes as he leaned into this careful kiss that is not intense and not weird. Experimentally, Jaehyun closes his teeth on the swell of Changmin’s lower lip. Changmin inhales. Jaehyun releases his lip and leans in further, past Changmin’s mouth. He nips hard at the cartilage of Changmin’s ear.
Changmin hisses, and when Jaehyun pulls back Changmin’s eyes are dark, sparking with something dangerous and delighted. Changmin’s fingers dig hard into the skin under Jaehyun’s chin, and he gives Jaehyun a cute, sharp retaliatory bite on the jaw before dragging him back into the kiss. It’s perfect.
Kevin/New, air kiss
Chanhee has been warned by the makeup team that today’s makeup is much easier to smudge than their stage looks, and he is under no circumstances to touch his face. “I’m a beautiful statue,” he informs Kevin, who’s still waiting for his own turn in the chair. “Look but don’t touch.”
Apparently this is catnip for Kevin, or maybe he’s just in one of his hyper moods. He immediately bounds over and grasps Chanhee’s shoulders, leaning in to air kiss both his cheeks: mwah, mwah. Chanhee freezes in beautiful statue mode, and Kevin takes that as invitation to escalate, going up on his toes and air kissing Chanhee’s nose and his eyebrows too. “Oh my god, careful,” Chanhee says, laughing. “Is this how you always treat works of art?”
“I’m banned from art museums in six countries,” Kevin agrees serenely. Chanhee feels the faintest pressure of air on his lips as Kevin air kisses Chanhee’s mouth.
Hyunjae/Haknyeon, hair kiss
“I’m just tired, hyung,” Haknyeon says, tilting his face up to give Jaehyun a wan version of his usual smile. Jaehyun knows he’s not, really – or that’s not really what’s making him curl up against the window like this, with that fragile set to his shoulders. But Jaehyun also knows that Haknyeon isn’t the type to easily open up when he’s hurting about something – and that for all his best intentions, Jaehyun probably isn’t the hyung the younger ones go to when they have worries anyway.
“Okay,” Jaehyun says. He leans down and musses Haknyeon’s hair. “You can close your eyes for a bit if you want? I’ll wake you up when the stylists need you.” Haknyeon nods and hunches his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against it, and Jaehyun's heart clenches a bit. He still has his hand on Haknyeon’s head, and on impulse he bends to press a light kiss to Haknyeon’s hair.
And maybe Jaehyun isn’t the worst at this, because Haknyeon touches his hair and then peers up at Jaehyun through his fringe, the corner of his mouth tilting in a tiny surprised smile – crooked but real.
Hwall/Sunwoo, in the rain
The weather forecast only predicted light showers, so neither of them is prepared when the rain starts truly coming down. Sunwoo curses and tugs the jacket of his school uniform up over his head. Then Hyunjun is grabbing his hand and pulling him off the main street and down a narrow brick-paved alley between two buildings. Sunwoo lets himself be pulled, assuming Hyunjun knows where he’s taking them, right up until the tiny alley turns a corner and then dead ends. Hyunjun turns, still holding Sunwoo’s hand. He gives Sunwoo a feline smile, rain dripping off his fringe as he says, “No prying eyes.”
Sunwoo gapes. “No shelter,” he says, because there isn’t – this is clearly a market street in the mornings, but all the stalls are packed up and the awnings tucked away, now. There’s nothing but open sky above them, and the rain is getting harder. Sunwoo goes to pull his jacket up over his head again. Then Hyunjun’s hands are there, cupping Sunwoo’s wet cheeks to tilt their heads to the best angle to kiss him.
His mouth is hot on Sunwoo’s, a shocking contrast to the cold rain. Hyunjun pulls back, smoothing the wet hair away from Sunwoo’s eyes. “I wanted to try kissing in the rain once,” he explains, his mouth still close enough to touch. “Like the dramas.” It’s compelling logic, Sunwoo decides, his lips tingling. His arms have ended up around Hyunjun’s neck somehow. He uses them to pull Hyunjun closer, leaning up into the kiss again; opens his mouth and tastes rain and Hyunjun on his tongue.
Q/Younghoon, indirect kiss
Younghoon complains that his lips are chapped the instant Changmin starts applying lip balm to his own mouth. Changmin rolls his eyes – as if Younghoon doesn’t have his own lip balm – but hands the stick over when he’s done. Younghoon uses it with a solemn air. He opens his mouth to speak as he returns it, and Changmin can already tell what he’s going to say. “Are you a middle schooler,” Changmin demands, taking the stick of lip balm back.
Younghoon flops sideways with his head in Changmin’s lap, looking up at him with huge solemn eyes. “It was an indirect kiss and it means you love me,” he says.
Changmin kisses his own fingers and presses them to Younghoon’s mouth, shutting him up.
Kevin/Haknyeon, drunken kiss
Kevin needs no actual excuse to start kissing people on the cheek. (He’s a cheek-kisser, his mom says it’s charming, okay.) Haknyeon does need an excuse, but only the barest and flimsiest one, especially when he’s tipsy.
All this to say that a) they’re both a little way past tipsy right now; b) early on in the night, Kevin smacked a kiss to Haknyeon’s flushed cheek and Haknyeon broke into a bright grin and returned it, and now they’ve been trading giggly cheek kisses all night in between sips of soju, in some kind of arms race of drunken affection; and c) it was only a matter of time before they both turned at the same instant, and momentum pressed Kevin’s mouth against Haknyeon’s.
Kevin feels the same bright grin from earlier form on Haknyeon’s lips, and is gratified but not very surprised when Haknyeon returns this kiss, too.
Sangyeon/New, distracting kisses
“Oh, do the mental arithmetic thing,” Sangyeon says, as if his mouth was not just on Chanhee’s neck and doing far more interesting things than talking about Chanhee’s dorky party trick, what the hell. “It’s hot when you do that. Let me think, uh: two hundred and twelve plus ... forty seven.” Chanhee can feel Sangyeon’s smile against his skin when Sangyeon kisses his collarbone in between numbers. “Plus, mm, four hundred and six. Plus two thousand, one hundred and seven.”
“Hnn?” Chanhee manages, eloquently. His grip tightens on the back of Sangyeon’s collar, his other hand pushed against his own mouth. His skin is sensitive where Sangyeon’s mouth touches; a warm, sore tingle where Sangyeon already left marks. Sangyeon is still giving him numbers (seventeen, one hundred and eighty, sixty five), laughter in his voice as he trails kisses back up Chanhee’s throat. And god, what even are numbers. Uhm, carry the five and – no wait it’s three, but – “Uh-hh, three thousand and thirty four,” Chanhee stutters. He tugs at Sangyeon’s collar, demanding. “Is that right?”
Sangyeon lets himself be tugged up, his cheek brushing Chanhee’s. He meets Chanhee’s eyes, his own baffled and innocent. “Why would I know that?” he says.
Sunwoo/Kevin, apology kiss
Sunwoo’s eyes go contrite and a bit panicked when he sees Kevin. “Sorry, hyung,” he says. He scans Kevin’s face, and he must worry that his apology needs to make more of an impact. He leans in, anxiously steadies Kevin’s face with his hands and presses a swift kiss to Kevin’s mouth. Then a less swift kiss when Kevin instinctively softens and parts his lips. “Sorry!” Sunwoo says again.
Kevin makes a confused uhhm? sort of sound, and Sunwoo’s expression blanks. Whatever he’s apologising for, he thought Kevin already knew about it. “Sorry for … not kissing you before?” Sunwoo tries. “Sorry for not kissing you every day? Kissing me is pretty great, you must have felt like you were missing out, uh.” He’s backing towards the door as he speaks.
“What did you do?” Kevin demands, but Sunwoo has already escaped. (“Nothing and also it was Hyunjae hyung!” echoes down the hall behind him.)
Juyeon/Hwall, back of the hand
Hyunjun looks up from admiring his new ring when Juyeon comes over. “Oh, hyung,” he says, pleased, waggling his hand up at Juyeon. Juyeon looks confused, glancing from the offered hand to Hyunjun. Hyunjun rolls his eyes and waggles his hand more insistently, fingers held flat to show off the ring. Hesitantly, Juyeon lifts Hyunjun’s hand and kisses the back of it, raising his eyes to check if that was what he wanted.
The touch of his lips on Hyunjun’s hand is butterfly soft, his thumb and forefinger rest carefully on Hyunjun’s curled fingers and his eyes are dark beneath his lashes as they lift to meet Hyunjun’s. It’s heart-stoppingly romantic, he looks like an actual fucking prince. Hyunjun is going to kill him. “I meant the ring, hyung,” Hyunjun says unsteadily, all the cool knocked out of him.
“Oh!” Juyeon says, and he bends obediently and kisses the ring, too.
Eric/Jacob, resuscitation
They’ve been filming for twenty two hours, for the second day in a row, and all the other members have gone home already. It’s just Jacob and Eric left to do reshoots because of, apparently, a prop continuity problem one of the staff picked up. Jacob feels like the most ancient twenty four year old alive; he thinks you could carbon date him. Eric, somehow, is still bouncing on the heels of his feet as he pulls his head through his outfit in their change room. “How do you have so much energy,” Jacob whines.
Eric laughs and bounces over to where Jacob is struggling to pull his arms through his own outfit. The filming hasn’t taken no toll on Eric, Jacob can see bruised shadows under his eyes, but those eyes are still bright. “I’ll recharge you,” Eric says. “People say life force is in your breath, right? That’s energy! I’ll share some with you!” And he leans in and presses his mouth to Jacob’s.
It’s a bizarre, endearing hybrid of a kiss and play-acting CPR: Eric really does blow between Jacob’s parted lips. Jacob lifts a sleeve-tangled hand up to Eric’s cheek, instinctively returning the kiss so that Eric doesn’t get embarrassed about it. He feels Eric’s mobile mouth curve into a smile against his, and – huh. Actually that did work, Jacob feels way better.
Juyeon/Younghoon, ear kiss
Juyeon got off the bus at their dorm after the fansign because Chanhee was talking about preparing snacks. Now he’s hanging out on Eric’s bed (Younghoon’s not sure where Eric is, maybe gaming?) idly trying on some of the cute headbands someone brought back from the fansign. He slips on a pair of striped cat ears and turns to Younghoon. “I’m a kitty, hyung,” he says. “Rawr.” He holds his hands up with fingers curled like gentle tiger claws, mouth a warm snarl-smile and innocent eyes blinking at Younghoon. If Younghoon did that he would look so dopey. Juyeon looks dopey too, but somehow it works on him.
“Oh, rawr,” Younghoon says, going along with whatever this is. Juyeon’s mouth tugs up and he adjusts the cat ears, then shifts from Eric’s bed to sit on Younghoon’s instead. He leans in to bite at Younghoon’s entirely human ear, making another small tiger sound, then follows it up with a shiver-light kiss to the shell.
Sometimes Younghoon can’t tell if Juyeon is doing something to try to be sexy or to be funny, but a lot of the time he hits both, so maybe it doesn’t matter. Younghoon covers his bases by laughing and dragging Juyeon down to make out on the bed.
New/Hyunjae, practice kissing
“This is only practice,” Chanhee insists, between kisses. “So that – hnn – so I can make sure I’m any good when it’s someone who matters.” Chanhee’s kissed people before, and he doesn’t think he was awful, but was he good? That’s what he’s been worrying about.
Hyunjae makes an agreeing noise, claiming Chanhee’s mouth again. He’s being so unexpectedly sweet about this that Chanhee wants to reward him. “Hyung,” he mumbles against Hyunjae’s mouth. Hyunjae’s hands tighten around Chanhee’s waist in surprise. Then he’s deepening the kiss, hotter and sweeter.
Chanhee kisses back, and it’s good, Chanhee didn’t expect this to be so good. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now Chanhee winds his arms around Hyunjae’s neck and thinks light-headedly that maybe they should practice a few more times. There’s always room for improvement, isn’t there?
Hwall/Haknyeon, back of the thigh
“You have this great ass and you barely even appreciate it,” Hyunjun sighs. Haknyeon is a bit offended. He appreciates his ass a normal amount; he’s not going to get, like, weird about it. He feels Hyunjun pat his ass cheek through his shorts. “I’d know how to work you properly,” Hyunjun says.
“Are you talking to my ass?” Haknyeon asks, craning back over his shoulder. He’s lying on his stomach on the futon in Hyunjun’s cool tiny apartment. “Are you shit-talking me to my ass?”
Hyunjun bends and drops an apologetic kiss to the back of Haknyeon’s thigh. “Nooo,” he says. He lays his head on the crease between Haknyeon’s ass and his thigh and Haknyeon hears him whisper, “But I’d get you hot person jeans like you deserve.”
Hwall/Kevin, “kiss me”
The night after their ‘Bloom Bloom’ win, everyone in the dorm is still wandering around dazed and exhausted with emotion. Hyunjun throws his head against Kevin’s shoulder on the couch, closing his eyes. “Kiss me, I still feel like I’m dreaming,” he says.
He can feel Kevin blinking uncertainly down at the top of his head. “Do you mean pinch you?” Kevin asks.
Hyunjun opens his eyes, frowning sharply. “I do not,” he says. Kevin has sharp little fingers, so to make sure pinching is off the table, Hyunjun turns Kevin’s chin and kisses him firmly on the mouth.
Haknyeon/Sangyeon, winter
The photo shoot is winter themed, so technically they’re all appropriately dressed for the cold. But the stylists gave Sangyeon a huge fluffy floor-length coat, and they’ve got Haknyeon in skin-tight jeans and a fashionable slim-fit jacket with a decorative fur collar. Haknyeon snuggles up next to Sangyeon, shooting him a sideways look. “Hyung,” he says, straightforwardly beguiling, “can I share your coat in between shots?”
Sangyeon tries to be a cool indulgent hyung, especially about stuff that doesn’t matter that much. He opens one side of his coat easily, and Haknyeon wriggles inside. The coat doesn’t close at the front now, and Sangyeon is instantly less warm than he was. But Haknyeon sighs happily, elbowing Sangyeon in the side as he wriggles closer.
“Ohh, this coat is incredible,” Haknyeon says. “I live here now.” He turns and smacks a kiss to Sangyeon’s cheek. “Rent,” he explains brightly.
Younghoon/New, crying
“Oh my god, don’t cry,” Younghoon exclaims, distressed. He thumbs at the tears on Chanhee’s cheeks.
Chanhee blinks at him dumbly. “Younghoon hyung, you’re teaching me to cry,” he says, blinking his stinging eyes some more. Another tear rolls down his cheek. “I’m just holding my eyes open like you said. I asked you to teach me how to act a crying scene, ten minutes ago.”
“I knoooow,” Younghoon says. He leans in, brushing his mouth against Chanhee’s wet eyelids. Chanhee’s heart does a confused little cartwheel. “But you should see yourself, Chanhee-yah. You have tears glittering in your eyelashes, oh my god. You’re making my heart hurt.”
Jacob/Younghoon, forehead kiss
Younghoon is half asleep when he feels the soft pressure against his forehead, then a dip in the couch as Jacob gets up. He blinks his eyes open. “Oh, what was that?” he asks. He laughs, soft and sleepy. “I’m not one of your little ones, did you forget?”
Jacob laughs too, but there’s a bit of pink in his cheeks that makes Younghoon think he did forget for a minute. “You’re still two months younger than me,” Jacob says. “Little one.”
“I’m so much taller than you,” Younghoon mumbles, letting his eyes slip back closed, half asleep again already. But he makes sure he’s still paying enough attention to enjoy it this time when Jacob leans down and brushes another kiss over his forehead.
