you look so pretty ;

     cozy, warm, and when suji sets his things down to run his fingers across the ivy keys of the store’s piano, there is no scolding that comes from the cashier behind the counter. if anything they welcome suji coming in to play, because when he does he can play for hours, and it always seems to draw in a crowd. it’s been awhile since he’s played for pleasure ( though he is always content to play while teaching ), and when his fingers begin a scale out of muscle memory, suji can’t help but smile. 

     the sun is setting but he’s still sitting in the practice room. while they should have been out of here hours ago they still find time to waste. everything is gold, gold, gold. fingers that aren’t his own against the piano keys. the sun coming in through the window. the growing, growing, growing feeling in suji’s chest. he basks in it. basks in the melody. basks in the deep voice right next to him. basks in the feeling of content.  

     he brings his other hand down to join, fingers already drawing from the fond memory that seems to playing on a loop in his brain. heart and soul is simple, but a duet his students love to play. it sounds a little lonely like this, without someone being there to complete the other half, though suji chooses to ignore that fact as his fingers fly across the keys. he’s so lost in the moment of it all he doesn’t even notice the figure that comes to stand next to him until there’s another pair of hands on the keys that aren’t his own. 

     suji’s hands come to a halt with a crash a sound, heart all but stuttering in his chest at the familiar sight of the hands before him. he already knows who it is, though it doesn’t make his pulse calm any less when his gaze finally flickers up to tae-luc’s face. he’s just as stunning as he was all those years ago--the tabloids and billboards doing nothing to capture his real beauty in person. suji almost feels a little starstruck, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew exactly what that handsome face looked like when he laughed so hard milk came out of his nose. 

      ❝ taelu? ❞ the fact that he has used a nickname from so long ago would have made suji’s cheeks flush if he still wasn’t trying to get over the fact that tae-luc was standing before him. he feels breathless all of a sudden. ❝ oh--what are you--how long have you been--hi. hi hello. ❞

     he only wants to die a little bit.

                   everything about hannie had the ability to drive daehyun crazy — that he had learned early on. from the moment they had met the older male had occupied his thoughts more than what would be deemed appropriate for the barely-acquainted nature of their relationship. the infliction only grew worse the closer the two got. each late night spent on the phone for hours, talking the night away while piles of homework sat untouched on his desk. teasing glances as the two barely made it through their dreaded eight am class, having only gone to bed three hours prior. he was always more confident in those situations — the ones where hannie couldn’t see him. it was easier to vocalize his thoughts when he didn’t have to stay them directly to him, the ambiguity of faceless conversation allowing him to be more bold than he would ever dare to be in person — though he couldn’t say he hadn’t thought about it. often. more often than he cared to admit. if he had more confidence, less of a quiet disposition … if he didn’t turn into a complete ball of mush the second hannie entered a room, then maybe letting his desires be known wouldn’t have been such an off-putting notion. however, that wasn’t the case, and nine times out of ten just seeing him would make him die inside. tongue would become like a weight in his mouth, legs unable to stop shaking. 

                     hannie was always able to make an absolute mess out of him, but he wasn’t going to let that be the case this time — in fact, he planned on returning the favour.

                     it’s a pity, their lips parting, but one less garment of clothing on hannie’s body is a blessing in itself. when he gets the shirt over his head he has to stop for a moment. a sharp inhale, drawn out exhale — god is he ever beautiful. he knows he’s staring, know’s hannie can probably tell, and only stops to continue kissing his body. every inch of exposed skin he can reach. his head feels like it’s spinning, stomach churning with warmth. at that moment he wasn’t sure if he had ever wanted something, someone, anything so badly. there’s no effort made to stop hannie from lifting his hoodie and shirt over his head, but he can’t help the soft laughter that tumbles past his lips as his glasses fall down his nose in the process. he adjusts them out of habit — normally in situations like this he would just take them off, but he wants to be able to see hannie perfectly — before kissing hannie once more. when the other jumps up, wrapping his legs around daehyun’s waist, he feels his stomach flip, heart rate increase, pants grow uncomfortably tighter.

                     hannie is between him and the wall now, practically begging him not to stop his onslaught of kissing and touching, and the need in his voice makes daehyun’s head swim. his hands are under hannie’s thighs holding him up, so dae presses him further into the door in order to move his hands away. they move up his thighs, slowly making their way up until they reach his lower back. dae lets them rest their for a moment, peppering kisses along hannie’s shoulder, barely whispering each moment his lips briefly leave the skin.

                     “ you’re so beautiful. ”

                     it’s not long before restless hands are on the move again, sliding across hannie’s stomach and down to the buttons of his shorts. dae wastes no time, fingers making quick work of undoing each of them and lowering the zipper. his eyes move up for a moment, meeting with hannie’s as his fingers begin to teasingly brush over the parted fabric of his jeans. he looks for confirmation, a sign that everything is okay, and when he gets it he slowly slides his hand into hannie’s pants, gaze never leaving his face. his expressions alone make it impossible for dae to fight back the moan that threatens to fall from his lips, and it rips from his throat needy and desperate. he’s torn between continuing to watch as hannie’s face changes from one expression of pleasure to the next or kissing him again, but ultimately decides on the latter. could you get addicted to kissing someone ?  he was beginning to think it was possible. 

     there’s things hannie knows he can get addicted to ( probably is, to be honest ): drugs, smoking cigarettes, a glass of wine a night, and sex. 

     sex with daehyun wasn’t supposed to be something he could get addicted to. it was only the act, not the person, but this isn’t the first time the other male has seemed to prove him wrong this evening. there was just something about the way he held him up so effortlessly. something about the way that he whispered praise and complements into hannie’s skin with that large hand wrapped around him. it made hannie’s head swim. it made him feel like he was flying. everything around him was nothing but daehyun. the feel of his hands holding him steady against the door, reducing his thighs to a shaking mess and ripping noises out of hannie’s throat he didn’t even know he was capable of producing. his cologne was clogging his senses, causing hannie’s skin to thrum with a type of euphoric pleasure that he hadn’t felt in a long time. he wanted to get close to him, he needed to get closer to him--could have cursed him out if it weren’t for the fact that he was too busy babbling words of god and fuck yes and please don’t stop.  as long as this moment never ended, then everything would be okay. they’d be able to stay in this small, little bliss for themselves, not having to worry about all the things that were outside of the small bathroom. hannie wanted daehyun’s fingers to sink into his bones, hold him against his chest like a cage--completely make a mess of him.

     it’s almost embarrassing how fast daehyun gets hannie to finish with nothing but his fucking hand. it feels like he’s just now going through his sexual-awakening--nervous and soft, too excited to last any longer than a few minutes. he’d be mad if it was anyone else over the fact that he just made a mess in his goddamn shorts, but hannie’s brain is still far too focused on daehyun daehyun daehyun to give much of a shit about it. there’s no point in trying to find his voice, knows that it’s going to be breathy and shaky. so hannie grabs daehyun’s hand instead, bringing those long fingers he’s had dreams about into his mouth. there’s no stutter in the lust-filled gaze he sends the other male as he cleans daehyun’s hand with his tongue, moving from finger to finger before dragging it up his palm until there is no sign of himself left. the look he gets in return causes his legs to shake once more, and without a second thought hannie is lowering his feet to the floor and pushing daehyun away from him. 

     the resounding thud of daehyun’s back and head hitting the door is far more enticing than it had been when it was hannie. he only takes a small moment to crash their lips together in a flithy ( wet wet wet ) kiss before he’s dropping to his knees. it’s a little too hard, and the pain blossoms when hannie finally makes himself comfortable, but there’s something about knowing that he’s going to have bruises on them that makes a small, content sigh tumble past plush lips. daehyun’s sweats leave nothing to the imagination, and hannie can’t help the way his mouth all but waters at the thought of getting the other male exactly where hannie wants him to be. he’s big, though honestly the cheerleader can’t find it in himself to be surprised--more excited, than anything else, for whatever future hook-ups they’re going to be having. that they will be having. the sweats are quick work, as are his boxer-briefs, and with a fluttered gaze towards daehyun’s face hannie wastes no time bringing him into his mouth. he likes to think his mouth was made for this ( considering it’s what he’s been told over and over by past partners ), and the way daehyun chokes on his spit only seems to solidify the fact.

    this was always something that hannie could find himself getting lost in, closing his eyes with a soft moan. he likes the way daehyun’s hips stutter ( when he usually would get annoyed ), likes the way he has to brace himself against the other’s strong thighs. it’s good that hannie didn’t exactly have a gag reflex or he would have been choking ages ago--but even so he lets himself sound like he is. when daehyun’s hand tightens in his hair only then does he reopen his eyes, bringing himself deeper when it was obvious the other was trying to pull him off in warning. hannie was never one for a mess ( at least outside the bedroom ), and it’s seem in the way he swallows without letting a single drop escape. 

     instead, he’s more focused on the old, rusted pick-up truck before them--shining like a beacon in the west virginian sunrise. jooheon tries not to get his hopes up. tries really hard to push down the small amount of excitement that’s threatening to crawl it’s way up his chest. it’s been so long since he’s had a working vehicle, especially one that has gas, but this one happened to be so far down the back roads that it’s a little hard not to have some hope. he allows his hand to graze across the handle of the door, and in a moment of hesitation he brings the same hand up to wipe away the grime and dust that had settled onto the drivers side window. he frowns when he pulls his hand away, wiping away the dirt on his jeans as he leans in to look inside the interior. 

     empty, and when jooheon finally reaches down to tug at the handle he’s pleasantly surprised that the door opens with no resistance. 

     it’s smells musty, but the seats are fairly clean besides the soot that has collected over the years ( no blood. no gore. which probably meant the vehicle was left in a haste. he tries hard to not let that bitter thought get to him ). jooheon’s not exactly sure how long the truck has been sitting, but if they’re lucky it wasn’t long enough for the motor to rust. he peeks his head out the door, searching for the body he’s become acquainted with over the past week. friday is right where he left her, still poking away at the dead clicker. jooheon’s frown deepens even more. 

      ❝ friday. ❞ he calls her over with a jerk of his head.  ❝ you’re better at hot-wiring than me. wanna give it a shot? see if we can get it to run? ❞

                     hannie’s lips on his own – though unfamiliar – is a welcome feeling. in the crowd of people, arms around his waist and hoisting him up just slightly so all the pressure of his weight isn’t on his feet. the first kiss is silly – nothing compared to the passionate encounter in the kitchen only minutes prior – and yet, almost better. he can taste cherry in hannie’s laughter, feel the warmth of his breath and the brush of his eyelashes against his cheeks. the pulse of the music and the way the air around them is vibrating with noise makes daehyun’s entire body tingle. they’re so close, melting into one another with tangible desperation and not a care in the world.

                     it’s when hannie drags him down to his level, arms around his shoulders like an anchor to keep him from floating away, that he really can’t contain himself anymore. he’s whimpering into the kiss before he can even try to stop himself, fingers digging into the soft skin just below hannie’s waistband. the behaviour earns a look of discontent from a few people nearby but daehyun can’t bring himself to care. all he wants to be closer, skin-on-skin, so tangled up in one another that you couldn’t tell who was who anymore. 

                     he wanted hannie totally and completely, and when he wanted something he was determined to get it.

                     the words that fall from hannie’s lips land on ears that only half-listen, other sense too overloaded to cut hearing any slack. a few words are picked up in passing — amazing, one-upped, secret skills, and then his name rolling off of hannie’s tongue as though he were the only one ever meant to say it. less talking, more kissing, more touching he wants to say, beg, plead even. make me yours. he isn’t normally one to be this desperate, but his entire body is on fire and hannie is a cool lake he wants to jump in.

                     it’s mere seconds before his hand is around hannie’s wrist and he’s weaving them through the crowd, vision blurry as he gently pushes people left and right to make a pathway to the bathroom. he hears but doesn’t acknowledge hannie’s questions, only looking back at him for a moment as his free hand grabs onto the doorknob and twists, the door to the bathroom swinging open. it’s feverish, the way he pulls the older man into the cramped space, needy, and the door isn’t even closed before he’s pushing him into it. they stumble for a moment before the door shuts itself and hannie’s back collides with the suddenly solid surface with a soft thud. one of daehyun’s hands still holds his wrist, the other palm-down on the door next to hannie’s head. they breathe in shaky tandem, daehyun’s dark eyes exploring every inch of hannie’s face — blown pupils darkening almost black eyes, plump lips already bruised with kisses, cheeks a brilliant pink. he looks like art, a piece that daehyun could admire forever.

                     no words are exchanged between the two before dae’s lips are crashing into hannie’s once more. a moan rips itself from his throat as his hands travel up hannie’s chest under his shirt. he wants it off. all of it. doesn’t care that they’re drunk in some strangers bathroom. everything he had been imagining the night before ( and before that too, his imagination had a tendency to run away from him whenever hannie looked at him a certain way ) as hannie whispered dirty things to him through the phone was coming to fruition – albeit different than he had originally expected. greedy fingers trace the line from hannie’s bellybutton up to his chest, dae disconnecting their lips to dip his head down and press kisses along his torso.

                     “ god, ” his words are little more than a whisper, forced out between kisses as he leaves a trail back up hannie’s neck, his jaw, his cheeks, until his lips hover just above the other’s.

                     “ better than over the phone, hmm ? ”

     the shift in daehyun’s expression is one that would have been missed if hannie wasn’t so attentive of him already. it’s clear the younger man isn’t listening to much of what he’s saying at all, and the fact that hannie can see the rapid thoughts flickering through daehyun’s eyes almost causes him to shiver. it’s surprising, though it’s not, when that large palm wraps around his frail wrist, and hannie finds himself exhaling a deep breath as the other begins to tug him through the crowd. he’s been in this position before, quick fucks in some poor soul’s bed during the middle of a party. it should be boring, it should make hannie want to yawn, but the fact that it’s daehyun dragging him through dancing bodies and stepping through muffled conversation makes his heart beat far harder than it should. 

      ❝ daehyun. ❞ hannie isn’t able to tell whether or not the younger just didn’t hear him or whether or not he has been ignored. his voice doesn’t feel as strong as it usually does, pulse racing so loud in his ears he’s almost scared to speak any louder in fear of yelling--in fear of breaking whatever desperate haze has fallen over them. it’s only pure luck that the bathroom is empty when daehyun twists the doorknob and ushers them inside. the look that he sends hannie leaves him gasping, one that tapers off into a moan the moment his back and head collide with the wooden door behind him. his head is ringing, but the pain goes unnoticed in favor of the way daehyun is pressing himself against him so close. for a moment hannie forgets to breathe, palm smacking on the door as it blindly tries to find the doorknob, and the fact that he’s successful in locking the door when his mind is filled with nothing but daehyun daehyun daehyun is a blessing in of itself. 

     daehyun looks wild, so unlike his usual composed self that it leaves hannie’s thighs shaking in anticipation. the hand wrapped around his wrist is still a vice grip, one that sends hannie’s thoughts into a tizzy. all he can think about is daehyun. daehyun’s heat. daehyun’s smell. the feeling of daehyun’s knee between his legs as he’s all but pinned against the door. the way the younger is looking at him makes hannie feel as though he’s about to get eaten in the best possible fucking way--daehyun a lion and he only a small gazelle. 

     the whimper that stumbles past his lips is muffled into daehyun’s when he leans down to connect their mouths once more in a bruising kiss. coal hot fingertips cause hannie to shudder as they travel up his navel, dragging his shirt up up up in their obvious destination. it’s almost frantic, the way he shrugs out of his pink, fluffy jacket, letting out a pleased noise when the restricting garment is finally slipping past his wrists and onto the floor. without hesitation he raises his arms into the air, allowing daehyun to slip his shirt over his head and throw it onto the soon to be growing pile of clothes. hannie’s back arches into the burning touch automatically, head tipping back and banging against the door once more when daehyun disconnects their lips to trail just as hot kisses down his neck, across his collar bones, even going so far as to bend down and place one right in the middle of his sternum. 

     hannie hates ( he loves ) how much of a mess daehyun has made him already. moaning softly once more at the strained sound of the other male’s voice--body shivering at the realization that daehyun is just as much of a mess as he is. 

                     if someone were to ask daehyun where he felt the most comfortable, a party would likely fall somewhere near the bottom of the list along with the dentist and his grandparent’s house. however, here in this crowded frat house watching hannie dance like an idiot, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so comfortable in his life. while he had thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of hannie’s back pressed in his chest, hands able to wander wherever they pleased, watching as he made a fool of himself solely for dae’s own comfort was endearing. the smile on his face was permanently fixed there, growing with each second hannie spent cycling through the motions of the robot. a laugh bubbles out of his chest in response to hannie’s ( god, is his laugh ever contagious ) and he feels his heart skip multiple beats. he almost doesn’t hear what hannie says over the music and the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. 

                     “ i don’t know if i can. ” he shouts in response, words barely making it out through the laughter. his first step towards hannie he stumbles, arms reaching out so he can grab the others shoulders to steady himself. he could hardly stay on his feet sober and now, in his drunken stupor, he was being asked to dance of all things ? were it not hannie asking he’d have told the person to screw off before the sentence even finished leaving their mouth. 

                     “ there’s only one dance i can do.” he explains, hands still on hannie’s shoulders. it’s embarrassing, truly – so embarrassing he almost regrets mentioning it at all. even in this state he recognizes just how stupid of a dance the shoot is, but he can’t help himself as he takes a few steps back from hannie. a clear of the throat and he puts one finger in the air as the song playing comes to an end, eyes closed as he waits for the next one to begin. when it does he opens his eyes, a grin that can only be described as shit-eating appearing on his face as he begins his stupid dance.

                     he fist bumps the air in time as he kicks his opposite leg, doing his best to stick to the beat of the song but losing it the moment his movement changes and his other arm is brought into the dance. head tilts back in laughter, mess of pink hair clinging to his forehead as he begins to hop around in a circle, approaching the person nearest to him. for just a moment he stops dancing, tapping them on the shoulder. when they turn around all he does is fist bump with an expectant look on his face, before the stranger begins to do the shoot also. he knows they look ridiculous – him and this short red haired girl dancing circles around one another to an unidentifiable edm remix – but he doesn’t care anymore. he can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he turns back towards hannie. the smile on the face of the other man sends his heart into a frenzy once more, and daehyun stops dancing altogether as he walks back over to him. confidence drives him as he wraps his arms around hannie’s waist once more, pulling him close.

                     “ i don’t know if i one-upped you but i’d say i did okay considering. ”

     daehyun’s unabashed laughter almost leaves hannie breathless. there’s something about seeing him so carefree--smiling, laughing, head tipped back as he does so--that seems to shake the older man to his core. hannie almost wishes that he had his phone just so he could record it. watch it over and over and over again when he’s laying in bed ( after daehyun gets off the phone to go to sleep ) just to keep him content until the next time hannie can hear his voice. it’s good. so fucking good. far better than the breathy moans and soft whimpers he got to hear the night before. so much better. and that thought really does shake him to the core. it’s a surprising one, but it isn’t, not really. there’s always been something about daehyun that was different. at this point hannie should just expect all the curve balls the taller man throws his way. 

     but he’s never really been good at sports, prone to fumbling. he knows in a way he’s going to fumble this one too. it’s inevitable. 

     though hannie finds himself wishing that it wasn’t. 

     eyebrows furrow in humored confusion as hannie watches dae back away from him, keeping his hands on dae’s arms and running them down the length until they absolutely have to drop back down to his sides. he’s not exactly sure what the other male has planned. his grin is contagious though, one hannie has to fight down from crossing his own lips. the bigger he smiles the harder it becomes for him to see, and he wants to see this. daehyun looks like a fucking vision standing in the small crowd of moving bodies, waiting from the song to end and the other to begin. it takes hannie’s brain a moment in it’s high and drunken stupor to realize exactly what daehyun is doing when he begins dancing, but once he does it’s impossible to stop the giggles from tumbling out of his throat. his laughter is shameless, held tilted back towards the ceiling as his arms come to wrap around his own torso. it gets worse when when he shoots off towards a small redhead, and hannie’s laughter only gets worse when he realizes all daehyun has to do it pump his fist for her to join in on the dance. 

     ( he’s falling, falling, falling so fast it’s dangerous ) 

      ❝ that was the most ridiculous and amazing thing i’ve ever seen. ❞ hannie is breathless now, pressing himself up against dae’s chest when the younger finally comes back to him, finding himself more than content when the weight of daehyun’s arms drape themselves around his waist. he wants nothing more than to kiss him again, and when hannie realizes he can, he does. their bodies are getting jostled by the others around them, but he focuses on wrapping his arms around daehyun’s shoulders instead. it’s so easy, standing on his tip-toes and bringing their lips together once more. it’s more laughter than it is kissing, lips touching teeth and tongues only brushing just so. hannie allows himself to kiss daehyun again, and again, and again, until his toes are aching from standing on them too long. he drops back down to the balls of his feet, dragging daehyun down with him, and it’s then does hannie allow himself to really kiss him ( just as filthy and wet and messy as it was in the kitchen. he tastes like the cherry sucker hanging loosely between hannie’s fingers ). it almost feels natural, the way his body automatically arches into daehyun’s large palms. 

     it feels good. hannie likes it more than he should. 

      ❝ you’re the most ridiculous and amazing thing i’ve ever seen. you have 100% percent one-upped me. and i really can’t even be mad about it. what other secrets skills are you hiding from me, kim daehyun? ❞

                     the kiss is everything daehyun expected it to be and yet, despite being the one to even bring it up he’s taken aback by the enthusiasm coming from the other. the words have barely left his mouth before hannie is capturing them in his own, bringing his hands up into daehyun’s hair to pull him closer. his heart is going wild – – beating so hard in his chest he thinks he may have a heart attack. the confidence that let him initiate the kiss all but gone, he’s reverted back to the mess he had been only moments before. unsure hands no longer know where they should be, the one resting on hannie’s thigh tightening it’s grip on him for just a moment before it moves up. the shirt hannie wears is tucked into his shorts, but deft fingers begin working at making their way underneath it. his other hand joins in on the work, and it’s barely seconds before daehyun’s hands are touching warm, bare skin. 

                     ( is that …. peach lip gloss ? )

                     it takes him a little while to match hannie’s rhythm, a hurried, messy clash of lips and tongues that sends his head spinning. but soon enough he’s over the initial shock and pulling the other closer, one hand moving from under his shirt to rest on the side of his neck. he briefly considers the fact that there are people everywhere ( one may have just bumped into him, but he isn’t sure ) but decides he doesn’t care and at the same moment the thought flies out of his brain, a quiet moan bubbles up in the back of his throat. company be damned. 

                     he wants to say something when hannie pulls away, but all he can focus on is his face. cheeks flushed such a brilliant pink he can see it peeking through his makeup, lip gloss smudged, lips still parted as he takes deep, almost panting breaths. and yet, as messy as he was, he still remained the most gorgeous person daehyun had ever seen. without thinking, his hand comes up so he can wipe the smudged lip gloss away with his thumb. it lingers there for a moment before hannie is leaning in again for a second kiss that daehyun wasn’t expecting. nevertheless he welcomes it happily, stomach erupting with butterflies ( the softness almost driving him crazier than the more heated kiss ). he has to work hard to hide the disappointed pout as hannie pushes him back and slides off of the counter.

                     heart jumps once more the moment hannie is whispering in his ear, though his words make daehyun frown. dancing. he was much to clumsy to ever be good at it and just the thought of hannie seeing that made him want to curl into himself with embarrassment. daehyun has no chance to refuse before hannie is walking away, shooting him a teasing glance over his shoulder as he does. it’s then that daehyun is faced with a choice – – stay in the ( hannie-less ) kitchen to process what happened and probably drink two more beers, or follow him into the living room and give dancing his best shot. both seem appealing, but he knows that wherever hannie goes he’s going to follow like a pathetic puppy for the rest of the evening, and so he shuffles out into the living room with his hands in his pockets to find the other man. 

                     hannie is already dancing when daehyun reaches him, and he can’t help the smile on his face. he hangs a foot or so back at first, just observing with a stupid grin until hannie grabs his hand and drags him forward. their bodies are flush now, and dae takes a sharp breath in at the closeness. he barely has to do any work as hannie leads his hands to his waist. 

                     “ i don’t dance, ” he tells the other, leaning down slightly to speak into his ear. “ or well …. i can’t, i guess, would be a better way to put it. ”

     there’s a moment in time where hannie is almost worried ( hannie? worried? he’d kill anyone if they knew ) that daehyun wouldn’t follow him back into the living room. there’s enough time between hannie leaving and his arrival where the small, blonde cheerleader meets back up with the blue-haired girl from before. the sucker hannie had placed into her mouth is no longer there, instead replaced with another of a different color. he’s not exactly sure where she had gotten it, or who she had gotten it from, but when she taps his lips with the sweet treat hannie opens his mouth automatically to suck it into his mouth. they share a small laugh as they dance together, though it’s obvious his attention isn’t focused solely on her. it’s almost embarrassing the way she catches onto the fact that hannie is looking for someone, specifically daehyun, and with his back pressed against her front as their hips swing to and fro, it’s almost as though she’s helping him search for the younger male--though really, she couldn’t possibly know what daehyun even looked like. 

     the only reason why he catches the familiar flash of pink hair in the crowd is because daehyun hadn’t put the hood of his hoodie up again. he hadn’t even bothered to fix the mess that was his hair since hannie had run his fingers through it, and the sight almost makes him a little breathless. he stops dancing to watch daehyun watch him, and the way the younger males bunny smile scrunches his nose makes it impossible for hannie to not smile back--taking the lollipop out of his mouth to do so. hannie allows himself a moment to stand there, to take daehyun in with his pink hair and round glasses and rumpled black hoodie. he hates the way his heart beats a steady rhythm in his chest. hates the way he feels butterflies in the pit of his stomach. love love loves the way daehyun lets out a deep breath when hannie finally disconnects from the girl with blue hair to tug the other closer to him once more.

      ❝ you can’t dance?! god, i don’t think we can hang out anymore, daehyun! ❞ hannie gasps loudly, teasingly, when daehyun leans down to whisper into his ear. hannie wouldn’t say he was amazing at dancing, he could at least keep a rhythm, but it wasn’t as though the people surrounding them were sober enough to care. he scrunches his nose at daehyun playfully before turning around in his arms, shoulder blades pressed again the taller male’s chest before hannie placed those large palms back onto his hips. it’s a simple rocking to the beat, nothing too grimy or dirty ( like hannie would have usually done ). after a few moments it’s almost impossible to keep his head tilting back with that wind-chime laughter as dae seems to trip over his feet once again. was it the second time? third time? hannie wasn’t sure but it was so fucking endearing he felt as though he was going to get a cavity.  ❝ god you really can’t dance, can you? ❞ tapping the lollipop against daehyun’s lips, hannie waited until he accepted it before taking a step back with a perked, playful eyebrow. 

      ❝ watch and learn, baby. ❞ letting his hips swing to the beat, hannie closes his eyes as he starts to feel the rhythm. he keeps this playful ( almost seductive ) dance going for a few seconds before he opens his eyes once more and allows his moves to melt into a sad rendition of the robot. a snort of laughter tumbles past his lips, even though he’s trying so hard to keep his face serious. the joint from earlier and the alcohol he’s consumed definitely isn’t helping him keep up the act. in his frozen, robot form, hannie gives daehyun a teasing look. ❝ try and one up that! ❞

                    daehyun wants to say yes to hannie’s question. yes, i can keep up with every crazy thing you’re going to get up to tonight. but he knows himself and it’s very possible the actual answer is no. he had never been much for shenanigans, that had been his younger sister’s forte more than his. as the oldest it had been his responsibility by birth-rite to stay out of trouble and set an example. regardless of what kind of trouble hannie was going to get into ( and with the way he was eyeing daehyun he was pretty certain he knew just what was on the older males mind, and it was the kind of trouble he would love to get into with him ) dae was sure he’d fall behind in both skill and drive. however, the liquid courage he had been gulping down all night was giving him a false sense of confidence, one that fueled his next actions and would continue fueling them from that moment onward.

                      his hand remained firmly in place on hannie’s thigh, although he wanted nothing more than to slowly inch it higher. if they weren’t in a crowded kitchen where people were guaranteed to stare he would ( and even that was barely enough of a damper to stop him. part of him loved the idea of all the eyes on him as his hands explored the body of the man before him ). his other hand, which had been bracing the counter, moves to rest on hannie’s waist. daehyun’s fingers play with the soft cotton of his shirt before he grabs onto the belt loops of his jeans.

                     the alcohol on both their breaths mingles in the air between them, mixing with the scent of cologne and clean laundry and marijuana. daehyun had been unable to meet hannie’s eyes before, but now he was looking straight into them — searching for some final indication of desire so that he wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself. even if he did, at this point he wouldn’t care. the risk was worth the possible social blunder and assured embarrassment if he were to be rejected in front of everybody—

                     —coming from him, that was a big deal.

                     slowly, he inches his face closer to hannie’s. it feels like the whole world is moving in slow motion, waiting for him to place his lips on the other’s. his hand gives a small but firm tug on the belt loops he’s woven his fingers through, pulling hannie even closer to him than he already was. his breath is shaky, his hands shakier, but he can’t pussy out now. not when he’s this close. for a moment he closes his eyes, takes a calming breath.

                     “ i’m gonna kiss you now, ” his lips are ghosting above hannie’s as he speaks, voice barely above a whisper. “ to give myself a head start in case i can’t manage to keep up. ”

     if one was to tell hannie that he would have his legs wrapped around the waist of kim daehyun, he might not have actually believed them. it had taken at least a week for the younger male to look at him in class, nevertheless have an actual conversation with him. maybe it was because daehyun didn’t seem to fall down at hannie’s feet like most other men did. hannie wasn’t blind, he knew he was good-looking. he knew the right things to say when he wanted to woo somebody. he knew how to move his body and just how slow to blink if he was trying to seduce someone into his bed. he’s perfected eating a lollipop into an art form, a well-timed curl of his tongue around the sweet treat could bring even the straightest football player he cheers for down onto his knees for him. daehyun seemed to be a different kind of breed. at first it was that hannie’s well timed flirtatious comments made him nervous. now it seemed as though that the younger male read hannie too well--almost as if he was expecting him to make those kind of moves. it had become a weird game of cat and mouse, but in the end, hannie always got the cream. 

     just like now, arching into daehyun’s warm ( god so large ) palms and curing his fingers into the soft pink babies hairs at the back of his neck. 

     hannie almost doesn’t allow daehyun to finish whispering those words he’s been aching to hear against his lips since he sat next to him in class, and instead surges forward the moment they seem to taper off. this wasn’t exactly the place where he wanted their “first” kiss to be ( considering hannie didn’t like to share with wondering eyes ), but he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. the first press of their lips is soft and delicate, almost teasing in hopes of getting daehyun comfortable before hannie is licking into the other male’s mouth. it’s clear that daehyun isn’t expecting this in the way that he clumsily kisses back, so hannie takes it as a sign to hook his ankles together behind the younger man’s back and arch up into him. it’s a kiss that can only be described as filthy, wet and loud and oh so good. hannie makes sure to hit all the bases: biting daehyun’s bottom lip, sucking around the tongue in his mouth, giving no time at all for him to catch his breath before repeating steps one through three. 

     it’s only when hannie feels as though he needs to catch his breath does he finally pull away, not before leaving one last, lingering flick of his tongue against daehyun’s upper lip. a pleased hum leaves the back of his throat when he does, one that only intensifies when he sees the current state of the man before him: flushed cheeks and mused hair from hannie running and tangling his fingers into it. daehyun’s glasses are skewed in such a way that it makes hannie just want to take him into the nearest empty room he can find and get onto his knees. instead of doing that he opts to lean in and kiss the younger male one more time. this one is softer than before, though still just as wet, and hannie allows himself to breath against daehyun’s lips before finally pulling away all together. he pushes daehyun back softly, though not too far, just far enough that hannie can slide off the counter and back onto the floor. he stands on the tip of his toes just slightly to whisper in daehyun’s ear--

      ❝ now, let’s see how well you can really keep up. come dance with me. ❞ before he’s giving the pierced lobe a kiss and making his way out of the crowded kitchen. the only look he sends daehyun over his shoulder is an expectant and teasing one before hannie is dipping around the corner. he takes the moment of separation to catch his breath. a deep inhale before an even deeper exhale as the bodies on the makeshift dance floor surround him. 

     he almost hates how much he’s looking forward to daehyun’s hands on him once more.

it’s an open secret to everyone that maeyun’s been particularly fond of alfie. they’ve never been one to like humans, and yet the bumbling little undead, with his very human characteristics and awfully inconvenient limbs, has wormed into mae’s shrivelled cursed heart and decided to call it home. 

mae’s decided to not to question it.

❝ it’s supposed to be a popular movie, ❞ mae justifies with a small frown. ❝ why would they show something so awful in a popular film? ❞ it troubles mae, thinking about those demonic creatures ripping other’s throats. a light shudder passes through them and their awkward position on the dust-coated floor hits them then. ❝ shush you little brat, I’d never do that to you. get off first, come on. ❞

a little ironic perhaps, that mae’s giving the instructions when they were the one to burden the other in the first place. they pat down the boy carefully before tugging him towards the bed, gentle and caring. ❝ don’t ever say that to me again, all right? ❞ he chides gently, brushing the boy’s hair back. ❝ even if you’re all evil and bad, you’re still my baby boy, and nothing will change that. ❞

they’ve pulled alfie onto their lap at this point, a reversal of their earlier situation. it strikes mae that perhaps alfie might be uncomfortable - they’ve always been comfortable with their body, in the same way alfie shies away from his own limbs. mae tilts their head, a sharp little twist reminiscent of their fox form, ❝ is this okay? am i too much? ❞

     alfies tries to remember a time, during when he was alive, that someone had touched him so freely. his human memories are hard to come by now. it’s been so long since alfie was alive that sometimes he’s not sure if the scenarios he came up with in his decaying mind actually happened or if they’re just something he made up in hopes that they were true. he knows, somewhat or somehow, that physical touch had never really been a strong suit of his. it wasn’t that he didn’t like to be touched ( because he likes to be touched now more so than ever ), it was just that he didn’t know how to initiate said physical touch. mae makes it seem so easy. the fox-spirit never shied away from alfie’s unsure and questioning touches. even when they had first met him, there wasn’t a slightest bit of hesitation in mae’s eyes over the fact that alfie was, indeed, a part of the living dead. mae treated afie like any other. mae touched alfie like his body wasn’t constantly falling apart on him ( decaying, had it not been for the embalming formaldehyde pumped through his veins before he had awoken ). 

      ❝ it might be awful, but it’s also the truth. ❞ pursing his lips softly, alfie allows mae to maneuver him up and off the floor. he latches onto them as they gently bring him back over to the bed--still missing his foot, but alfie isn’t too worried about that now that mae is here--and doesn’t exactly let go of them until mae is sitting down too. alfie wouldn’t say he’s big, but he’s not entirely small either, and it’s the fact that mae drags him into their lap that causes a small smile to cross his lips. ah, what a sight this probably was: a gumiho and a zombie sharing a bed. his eyes close at the soft touch of mae’s hands through his hair. ❝ i don’t like to think where i would be if i didn’t come across all of you, but i don’t think i’d be far off from what you saw in that movie. ❞ hungry. even now, being fed regularly, alfie is always hungry. his smile turns a little wry at mae’s scolding tone. alfie could only hope mae would take him out if he ever became feral. he chooses not to voice that though, knowing they’ll just argue with him some more. 

      ❝ of course i’m okay. ❞ mae is warm. they’re always so warm. it’s easy for alfie to curl into himself a little bit. make himself as small as he can so he can lean forward until his chest is pressed to their chest and he can fit his head under their chin. warmth. seeping into his worn and soft bones. if alfie still slept, he was sure he could fall asleep just like this. ❝ are you not planning on going out tonight? ❞disappearing for a few hours before returning was something the gumiho did often. alfie learned not to worry too much about it. this was nice though. laying with mae was always nice. ❝ we’re not in a town as small as last time! you could go and explore. ❞

a yawn falls from rose-colored lips. he’s spent the day coding. none of it is challenging, but he needs to make certain mistakes not to throw off his knowledge. he doesn’t need to get flagged by the government he’s already bred from. arms stretch, a crack of his neck, he rises from the wheeled chair. wally rubs his eyes, eyes that feel like they’ve lost all their moisture. god, he needs to get more sleep. but instead of falling into bed, he laces up his nikes. seeing he didn’t get a morning run in, he ops for a late-night jog. the young man blends into the night with his full black attire. ( the neutral colors are his element. ) the air isn’t as kind tonight, as his shirt begins to stick fully to his back like a second skin. he pushes through the humidity, and lets his music drown out the rest of the world.

the familiar burn of a good run settles into his muscles and lungs. breath a bit rugged, he nears the apartment complex. wally takes a long gulp of water before pouring the rest over his head. he sighs feeling the cool water roll down his neck, a small relief from the sticky-heat. feet move quickly up the stairs, on a mission to wash up. as tempting as an ice bath would feel, he likes borderline scorching showers, the kind that truly make you feel clean and fog up the bathroom mirror.

steam rolls out of the bathroom door when he hears the obnoxious beeping. ( couldn’t it be something catchy ? ) sadly, there’s no off button for the watch. he’s tried to hack it to no avail. enjoyed a long chat with the higher ups about not doing that again. just because he graduates top of his class at the academy doesn’t mean he’s the best at following rules. he’s drying his hair when his phone buzzes on his desk. the alert right when his watch beeps is too in sync to be anyone other than wren. if only he could get a new phone that his ‘partner’ wouldn’t know the number to. he slides his phone open, barely glancing at the text, and sets the phone back down. leaving wren on read is wally’s reserved brand for the little shit, one he didn’t plan to stop any time soon.

he slips on a black his shirt when the loud voice fills the apartment. peace and quiet over. wally doesn’t move quite fast enough to lock his door before the other bursts into his room. personal space be fucked.    “  yes, please, come into my room.  ”    the sarcasm drips from his mouth.    “  guess i couldn’t hear the beeping over the sound of someone bitching around the apartment.  ”    the beeping finally stops now that they’re in the same spot. thank fuck. ( the agency really needs to get a better ringtone. )    “  i was showering, not that it’s any of your business.  ” 

     it’s as easy to ignore wally’s sarcasm filled words as it always has been. even the moment they had first met at the academy, stiff introductions and snark conversations, wren has always been good at ignoring wally when the other male was trying to get a rise out of him. even now he wonders exactly why their agency had decided to keep them paired up for so long. in the beginning wren could chalk it up to the fact that they were both hard-headed and needed to learn how to work with others--but when it was apparent that wasn’t going to work, they still left them together as a small team of two. 

     ( they worked well under pressure, though wren would never admit that. he would take a bullet for wally--though he’d never admit that either. knowing wally had his back in the field was like a second nature to him. knowing that no matter how much the other male would bitch at him for it later, he’d always bail wren out. they talked a lot of shit for two idiot spies who would kill anyone who laid a hand on the other. ) 

     so, just like always, wren ignores wally’s sarcasm. instead, he walks up to the other man’s dresser, pushing whatever clutter wally had upon it to the side so he could hoist himself up with his arms to take a seat. idly wren lets his little legs swing back and forth, leaning back on his hands to give wally a look that says oh. oh yes. i can definitely tell you’ve just gotten out of the shower. wren doesn’t hide his attraction. never has been the kind of man to do so. with wally it’s a little different--more teasing--but honestly? if he did want to fool around wren wouldn’t say no. god, have you seen his partner? sexy like this ( lazy, sweatpants on and hair still wet ). sexy out in the field ( jaw clenched tight, head in the game ). sexy after a fight ( bloodied knuckles and wild, adrenaline filled bunny grin ). 

     what was the saying the youth were all about now? ah yes. wally could get it. any time. any place. any position. that was wren’s gospel.

      ❝ it wasn’t until you made it my business.❞ a faux pout crosses his lips.  ❝ if you had waited i could have scrubbed your back for you. always been told i’m good with my hands. ❞ he sits up to wiggle his fingers, sly grin sent wally’s way. ❝ very good for creating suds. now come over here, you dipshit. we still have to be together to listen to the transmition. ❞ unashamed, wren parts his legs in invitation for wally to come stand between them. he knows the other male probably will not take him up on that offer, but it doesn’t mean wren isn’t going to try. ❝if they’re wanting me to get out my catsuit tonight, it better be at least for something good. ❞