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โ Author's note: Eunby sucked into liking them oh so much that the only ideas I have are about them with the rest of plave as the very important bg characters (oh, also like Hamnwa ๐ค๐). Of course, I am taking characters, not people behind avatars. โ
โ Yeah, I am a bamplli. Despite loving eunby, Hamin is my second fav member together with Eunho. โ
โ OOC inevitable. Grammar errors are all mine; the characters belong to Vlast. โ
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In the corner of his eye, Eunho sees the flickering neon lights pass by in a fizzy, colorful mist. On a night like this, he would hop on the motorbike and simply drift through the city. Stop to admire the shining neon of people striving to become the stars above (polluted air, the blinding illumination made by the same people hiding from the sight of the said stars). Midnight air would clear his mind. But tonight he's not alone. A pair of hands grabbing the waist.
Motorcycle speeding through the avenue simmered both by the noise and the colors of the gleaming city. Maracaya brought him a transport on the wheels he fell in love with after simply gazing at, but more than that, a feeling of freedom. Maracaya never healed the wounds made by the past. A row of never-ending nightmares counting plague till this day, resulting in a quiet bad mood. For an extrovert with extra energy stored all over his big frame, seeing it from the side as grumpy and silent is weird.
That's what Eunho sometimes accidentally caught in hushed whisperings coming from people in the bureau. And how often it happened usually resulted in the older partner rudely shushing all whispering. Did Eunho need help? No, but the scarred soul got a bit warmer when the said hyung, after shutting mouths off, spared a reassuring glance.
Which is not said about the teamwork. One word could describe the unit: Horrible.
The easily riled up, stubborn extrovert and hyung, a firecracker character destined to lead to messy results. The case itself is long discontinued and was thrown to them to learn to control each other's emotions. "Troublesome detective" duo, as how one of their colleagues in the bureau described them. Eunho gave a weak smile and continued to have a chat with a rude person back then. The other part of the "troublesome duo" showed himself by appearing suddenly and coughing to scare the rude person, maybe around Eunho's age, who was shit-talking. Appearing always, as if the Chae Bonggu-ssi had a sensor catching someone ruining his partner's mood.
The said person is twitching, eager to get off. Eunho did not want him in the first place as the passenger. Especially after, not too long ago, a poor, if you call it lightly, failure to complete the mission. Too suspicious, this pinky hyung. Too fast, he forgot the previous infiltration. Bamby does have a bad memory, but forgetting when the pinky himself yelled at Eunho? Almost blowing off the disguise? Sure. Something is clearly hiding this peach.
The turn. Remembering the direction of the place, the thoughts circled back to the feelings because of the person behind grabbing his waist, pressing his warm body too close for Eunho's conflicting mind. The second helmet appeared on the motorcycle because of peachy hyung. Having to pick up the partner, of course. "It's convenient, Eunho-ya" and that's how the obedient puppy got the second for the usual passenger.
After some time getting to know each other, the bickering riling up in the wrong, strangely exciting way. The heart beats too fast because of Chae Bonggu-hyung's an alluring image with a witty smile and shines with devils in amethyst eyes too often on a daily basis. Wanting to hate, Eunho can't help falling even harder. Can't help but get touchy-feely, even flirty. Can't say if the person of his heart has the same intentions.
Flirty and shy to compliments, Bamby can behave the same, no matter if the other is sincerely complimenting his work as the seasoned detective or directly asking for a date. But, one thing is bothering Eunho. Hyung, despite having an easygoing attitude, never showed the same intentions towards his new partner. Sad, truly. Do Eunho stuck with the most dense person until the case investigation is under their hands.
So to prevent it, he is putting a god's will to think of this midnight ride as bonding for the work, not some romantic cliche date. For proper talk without snarling teeth and curses in every conversation, or a weird silence brought by sudden touching, be it hands or another body part getting caught simply because one of them found another important lead connection in the case and rushed for a partner's attention.
Eunho stopped. The motor got quieter until the full silence of how silent the night city can be. Hyung knew this place better than Eunho. When he asked where Bamby wants to spend the following night together (of course not by wish, but by obligation), he said an address. An abandoned arcade? When the night sky is shredded by occasionally soaring high-tech cars? When people freely use the same futuristic technology, however low their paycheck? When most growing children might see fresh green grass solely in pictures? Arcade, in comparison to modern toys nowadays, are pretty much relic from the past.
A figure got off the passenger fast, as if holding a bit longer of Eunho's waist is painfully stinging. The second helmet was roughly shoved into the owner's hands. He didn't even get to ask a proper question because of how fast Bamby disappeared from view. Only the bright hair and that plump ass in tight bodysuit shorts made way to disappear in the narrow passage behind the wall of an old rusty fence.
Leaving the bike here wouldn't be a problem? Suspicious places might be inhabited by suspicious folk. Though a simple glance at the abandoned faรงade told the story of a building long forgotten. Quickly, he checked his surroundings anyway to calm down the feeling of having his motorcycle stolen. A quiet, left-to-rot corner without the people to rob the property Eunho came to cherish. He lifted the head up.
There's the pink man. Like light-legged deer, gone up on the suspiciously low-quality emergency stairs. The iron creaked on every wind gust, so Eunho got a bit nervous. But the hyung peach has gone up without any problems. It seems like he indeed knows this place to trust this rusty monstrosity of stairs.
Narrow passage. The lean figure of Bamby got through easily. Eunho huffed. While his physique was better and bigger after the courses of training, the body mass arose in the thighs and arms. Sometimes, Eunho caught hyung staring at the muscles flexing. But how it always was with them, the gaze quickly hushed away, as the even pinker Bamby in cheeks coughed and switched the conversation to another topic. A hand then slapped to wipe the teasing grin away. A small, in some way, positive habit that recently grew in Eunho's face mimics. Worsening the pining is to have pretending hyung stare at him romantically, not because the muscles growth exited gym addict pinky.
In contrast to nowadays playfulness, on the first day, after getting to know the name of the insufferable pinky, they had a fight. A messy, bruising fight. Those pretty legs can hurt. Even Eunho, who has inhuman tolerance to pain, nevertheless felt pride hurt by the stinging bruises. Here and there because of those legs punching precisely on blooming marks. And for what? Mr. Chae didn't like the tone his new partner used. Too loud for his personal taste.
The passage. A flight of stairs to the rooftop. Surprisingly, it was not trashed, as if someone had cleaned the rooftop of mess. On the edge of the cozy rooftop, hidden behind the neon-shining buildings, was Bamby. Short legs swishing, head swaying to the rhythm. A small side-eye, as he noticed Eunho getting cozy beside him. For a minute, there was a silence between them. Only faint muffled words Bamby sang.
The song has a slow, almost romantic bit, judging by the words. Melody Eunho didn't quite catch. He simply let himself be led by the overcoming thoughts, the noise around, and the lights playing on his partner's fair skin. Cute. The familiar words in the song brought back the thoughts of secretly going against hyung. The information Bamby stubbornly withdrew. If they are partners on this case, then why be secretive? Why toy with one of the member of the organizationas as if he himself were selling the Chroma? More annoying is how pinky looked after the great failure, with the whole fault directed on one person, not two screwing up good.
A hand in glove gave an earbud. Larger fingers touched Bamby's smaller one. Now, he heard it. A haunting melody to get on the bike and drift away, or lazily sway the shoulders, while sharing the listening device. They didn't need to be so close, but Eunho felt himself being touched by the shoulders. A minute passes, to the silky pink hair nuzzling into the neck. It tickled the skin. Also, faint fruit and the fresh smell of something quite unknown to Eunho. A flower? A rare occurrence in the dystopian high-tech future world. Eunho raised a hand to move the annoying head off the shoulder. A word came out as his hand gave up in mid-movement.
Something painfully familiar mirrored inside. The miracle chance of getting freedom took a lot. Even now, in a way, trusted panther so casually explaining why, at first, he didn't want a new one. Death is haunting Neon City. Be you a civil, a trained detective, or a hell escaper. Familiar name of someone Eunho knew before stepping on Maracaya's street as the free man bitterly dancing on the tongue. Only if the little hyung who was trusted another life under his pink wing knew the truth of nightmares plaguing the silver-haired youth.
He left and became a detective. The boy he had a close connection with disappeared without a trace. Human trafficking, kidnapping cases, and murder are sadly a bread" for the bureau.
"What are you frowning about?"
Bamby's voice is filled with the old tale of finding a reason to yell. An amethyst eye with frowning eyebrows sizes him up as if Eunho is clinging and being angry for absolutely no reason right now. The nerve of this guy using the shoulder as the pillow and playing a victim.
"Nothing, hyung. Just wondering, why did you bring me here?"
"No reason. Thought you'd also like the view from here."
The way Bamby says this is as if Eunho somehow insulted the choice of the favorite place. He did like the quiet, not-so-dark place. From faraway, billboard light shone precisely at their legs, leaving bodies drowning in the soft, muted, colorful hues. Soft pink strands illuminated by the dancing color mirage, pouty lips all that was so close to Eunho's suddenly hot face. Palm itching to cradle the plump cheeks to squeeze. To see the redness spreading out on the doll-looking face. The fluffy eyelashes framing the ever-angry gaze never leaving Eunho's.
That's what Eunho says. His attention is all on the soft neon now, flickering in the purple gaze, eventually sliding onto Bamby's pretty mouth. The wish to cut short distances is not new; in fact, Eunho can't exactly tell when it started. After the first-ever fight, or later, when he found himself lying deep in the night thinking about that sly smirk Bamby has when winning something over. One day, Eunho somehow found the strength to ignore it. Attraction for a conventionally cute person is normal. Despite having an ass of a character, Bamby got attention from others in the bureau. So, being into the famous, beautiful, and radiating-for-miles aggressive type of cuteness is not a big deal.
Eunho chuckled. Oh, he is indeed into the pouty face. A small whine echoed pleasantly in the deep of Eunho's singing heart. A quick hand fight, and Bamby almost fell off the roof's edge. Hands caught him and held him closer. Bamby's ear close to the chest must have felt the loud heartbeat. Suddenly, the feisty one is quiet, with nostrils breathing funny.
ยซI am. It's you who started.ยป
Hands didn't leave the waist, so the pink head was still comfortable on the chest. Eunho heard a yawn. So he did stay up all nightโฆ Eunho snickered. If Bamby did, he still would not try to share with the partner all the findings, always leaving something out. Hyung is not dumb; he notices Eunho notice some information purposely hidden and has audacity to play a fool when being confronted. Does the pinky not trust him enough or is it scared to see another of his partners meet the bloody end? If that's so, then little hyung shouldn't be so worried if that's the main reason for behaving so secretly.
Burning emotions of distrust still somehow don't allow raising a voice or starting a fight. Not the playful one, but the one where, beside the bruises, pride hurts to come first and make peace. Instead, he patted the pink head gently. Bamby softly murmuring under his nose about how he tried to work on the case without making progress. Tired his little ass of hiding the information. Not for long.
ยซIt's practically mocking. Why now? Maybe, at the start, it was interesting, but now it's boring.ยป
ยซBetter solve the murder case?ยป
The song ended long ago in the player. For the last few seconds it's fading before being changed by another. It's bad, but Eunho would gladly switch to the case of the people suddenly vanishing without a trace. Something big should come soon; that's what the guts are telling him. Be it connected with Chroma or a bigger matter.
Pink-haired man nodding. Amethyst eyes looking up, as if Eunho always has a stash of food with him. A moment passed, so did the cozily laying head. There's an itch in the chest. Eunho tries to hold back a disappointed sigh. The pleasant weight is gone, and so is the obnoxiously loud thumping rhythm inside following every small movement Bamby's head did.
Standing figure illuminated by the muted hues. One leg is dangerously dangling off the edge. While finding the adorable habit of occasionally bickering escalating into a fight, the sight of how close to falling doesn't excite Eunho. Instead, he's itching to manhandle this guy into a tight hug and explain the possibility of his light, lethal steps. But he is simply watching Bamby's tippy dance to the music playing in the earbud. Charming. Be a hyung not a detective, a choreographer perhaps.
His own legs weakly matched the rhythm. Though, Eunho is much more clanky than the flexible Bamby. Seeing how a leg was getting accidentally twisted and panic was growing in Bamby's eyes made Eunho quickly stand up and catch the falling figure. How loud Bamby's heart is, skipping beats and even echoing in Eunho's ear. The pressing of each other's bodies like in this awkward position, till the pink menace tries to shove holding palms away. Too bad for him, but Eunho wants to hold this waist a bit more.
ยซHyung, what did I tell you?"
The tone is almost as if Bamby is a mischievous dongsaeng caught in the act. The face is growing practically the same as the bubblegum pink color, while the eyes are averting to look directly at smiling Eunho. To avoid the possible burst outcome of two of them accidentally meeting the edge's free fall, Eunho isn't exactly dragging hyung away, but taking him under the waist to take steps back. Strangely enough, the usual sassy doesn't kick Eunho's legs aggressively, fighting for his life to get out of his partner's grip.
Limp in arms holding back, Bamby only faintly sighs. Allows to be dragged away. When the fear of sudden tripping leaves the mind, little hyung tries to get out. He weakly pushes hands off his waist. Looking like an angry hamster caught by a man taller than him. Smile, the smugly nasty smirk peeking out, showing off sharp canines. It seems like the smirk is igniting the growing irritation on Bamby's round face. The words "disrespecting elders" morph into small kicks until Eunho needs to physically restrain Pinky again.
A pretty, flexible leg caught in a grip, as Bamby, all flustered by the humiliating grip, stands up so close. The hands are flailing to the silver head but landing on the neck. The sloppy movement caused Bamby to lose balance, launching on partner n time on this night.
"No. You'll take back your words first."
A stubborn half kick, half attempt to get out. The grip of an enhanced human against someone who runs as a hobby. The score is enhanced human, zero to Bamby's pretty leg. Eunho can't stop grinning as the little pink hyung gradually loses patience. Too bad for him, Eunho can play this for a long time. Also, the hands in gloves so pleasantly pinching hair on the neck are a bonus.
"So then we're going to stay like this?"
"Mhm, if you're going to keep being stubborn. Also, quit it. My leg is starting to feel numb."
Eunho, to get more of a reaction, put strength into the grip. The reaction he wanted was quite the opposite. Instead of throwing a loud tantrum, Bamby hissed, then got quieter. Eyes grew wider, and a thick blush appeared on peach cheekbones.
"Aw, hyung, you're blushing?"
The stupid grin went crooked. The wish to grasp more, to feel more of this peachy creamy skin under the fingertip. But the annoying hyung is blind to everything remotely romantic from the silver-haired partner. Eunho's nose catching the peach flower scent. Alluring, it recently grew a habit of visiting dreams. Brief peacefulness to the next moment of him waking up in a hot sweat. The urge to get close, to pathetically smell it, was so strong (he did embarrassingly smell the faint aroma of flowers left inside the second helmet one time), so Eunho let go of the pink leg without any warnings.
Yelping from surprised Bamby is loud, so is his stumbling back. "What the hell was that?" Fingers punching muscles of Eunho's forearm. So close, yet so far. Hands itching. Unbearable. Music still fainty going on both earbuds since forgotten in the heat of a playful fight. A a new song begin to play. To Bamby's embarrassment, it's a cliche love song. Full of romantic adoration.
"Didn't know you liked this type of song. Got an unrequited love for someone?"
Ugly feelings inside already cursing that possible person all because of pinkness on Bamby's cute features. Before coming here to see the city lights, in muted hues of some random billboard never saw blood creeping on the peach cheekbones this many times.
"What if i do? If I have an unrequited crush?"
Quickly moved to change the song, hyung stopping for a second to answer. The spot between the brows is frowning. Did Eunho step into the uncharted territory because of Pinky's new pathetically beautiful face? On the verge of crying, on the verge of spelling out a deepest shameful secret. If it's about the name of a potential crush, Eunho doesn't want to hear. Not a single syllable not matching with his. But he still for some reason asks. Too sour the mood even worse? Surely.
Assuming it's someone from Bamby's personal little fan club, Eunho is picking cherries. One, two, three perfect noonas, if the hyung is into older. One, two, three adorable younger female colleagues, if the talking peach is into the younger ones. The song is taking turns. A faceless singer opening his soul in the most tender way. Listening to this with the man he has prolonged feelings for is tough. Also, see how the said man pouts on his lower lip, probably thinking about some other person, not Eunho.
Startled by the suddenness of words no longer in wish to pursue, Bamby's face twisted in surprise. The earbud was repeating the story of the helmet roughly shoved into the owner's hands. That cliche romantic song cutting off before the chorus happening. A short curse of Bamby minding with earbuds. Hurried steps going down behind. The moment of them trying to bond was ruined. To change the conversation from an unpleasant theme, Eunho talks about the food place that opened not too long ago.
"What? Is that bothering you? Why?"
"Yeah, why are you so worked up over me having a crush?"
In the balcony of emergency stairs, Eunho's descent stopped. A figure behind him curiously looking for an answer. Turning back, he was face-to-face with hyung. Mix of frustration with the saddest eyes of a kicked puppy. A step higher, and Bamby's gaze seized him from above. In hues of rare lights of vehicles up there, making him glow surrealistically. Halo of pink hair with eyes clear violet, cheeks puffed in sulkiness. Hands on hips to look more intimidating, but to mesmerized Eunho, this whole facade is adorable. Deer trying to get Wolf, though Wolf rather has cuteness aggression.
"Got nothing to say, huh?"
"Hyung, if you're trying to be intimidating, then nope. Doesn't work."
Bamby huffed. Nit of his eyebrows gone a bit soft under the strands of hair. Still, with both hands on hips, he half smiled, with the other half fighting to stay angry. Then, he threw all the efforts to sulk. Pouty cheeks pumped more.
"Hh, I can't play with you. Stop this."
One step, and again, smaller hyung is holding Eunho's lips sealed behind the hand. Bigger hands automatically draw the itty-bitty waist of the pink man closer. This strange connection of them losing heads in some hazy mist is not a new thing. A few times before, Eunho already felt it, even today. And again, and again, and even when they both met officially as the partners.
"Silent. There's a person I admire. Not sure if what I have is called love, but "crush" seems right for now. Yeah, you know them. But that's not what you need to pay attention to, Eunho-ya."
Hush tone, as if Bamby gave up on a long-since hidden secret. The urge to shove the hand still off the mouth is strong, but the wolf for now is letting the deer be in control. Well, aside from the bigger palms grabbing the waist. A single side-eye with pupils wide open to fingers cradling the fabric of the bodysuit. Eunho really needs to lay off from paying too much attention to the rosy pink lips slightly opening in a faint sigh.
The moment of Bamby covering the mouth, while Eunho grabbed unceremoniously hyung's waist, melting into an improvised game of cruel peach's guessing quiz. Sarcastic voice filled with the flirty undertones? Oh, it's on. Silver head nodding for another hint. Seeing how a sly grin appearing on Bamby's face is what Eunho finds oddly satisfying. The frowning is gone, meaning Bamby doesn't play sad puppy anymore, which if continued longer could melt Eunho's hurt to allow whatever this peach wanted.
"How do I say this? I find them... Hm, caring. Attentive towards me. Even if we are bickering, he is always there. On a phone call away. Apologizing, compromising with my antics."
Changing from the unknown "them" to "he" with so much warmth, Bamby searched in Eunho's eyes a reaction. Amethyst shining in hope to find the same thoughts. The hand silences him, so Eunho simply nods to stay on the same wave or try to understated hyung's intention. A few are coming to mind, though he can't say about them being a phone call away. Is this what he is thinking?
"But you know me. The shy-to-strangers stuff and all, right? So there are a few people you can count in."
A few close familiar faces Eunho can see from time to time in the bureau. Greeting Bamby. Going for lunch with Bamby. Talking his ear off when the pink peach clearly needs a break from people chattering his ass. No, they can't be. Aside from close connection hyung has him, Eunho.
"Have a few thoughts for an answer, or need another hint, Do Eunho-ssi?"
Bamby's hand is on the mouth, while the other is holding on to Eunho's neck. So close again. Frustrating for one poor Eunho. The hyung seems to be liking this proximity. Purple eyes crinkling on the edges, half closed, making his round face soft, almost romantically tender. Truly a sight to see. If someone were to stumble on them right now, the sight of them so close with the playful gestures and words would result in thinking they were dating and that the couple was being intimate. It seems like Bamby reads the face expression a bit differently, thinking Eunho is still playing the quiz game.
"If that's so, I can give more hints. Judging by how cocky your eyes are, you've got your answer, Eunho-ya~."
The tone is so soft, it sounds strange coming from Bamby's foul mouth. The urge is strong, and so is the enhanced human wish to hear more praise from the object of desire. For more of this addictive velvety softness, Eunho can hold a bit. Just a bit.
"First, I met him not too long ago. Let's say our relationship started not on good terms. But time flew, and the bureau got me and him a case. I would not say it was the most pleasant moment in my life, because the case seemed like a joke at first. Though working with him is irritating sometimes, I can fully admit I like him. Maybe, would even call us friends?"
Friends? What Eunho feels right now on the fingertips holding the snatched waist and the eager to free mouth kissing off the stupid grin from Bamby's plush pink lips is definitely not called a friendship. Not when the haunting thoughts are pouring down as the words to music so much in reminiscence of a poor high schooler's crush. Not when one sight of a familiar two-colored jacket and a flash of pink fills him with both anger and desire to touch, to explore, and to simply talk and look at.
"Bamby-hyung, are you really thinking of me only as the friend?"
Freeing the mouth is an easy task, but gently intertwining with Bamby's palm is much harder. Still holding on to the waist, he caresses the hand that previously was on the lips. Bamby's fingers tightening on the shoulders, as the other is shaking a bit in soft caressing. Amethyst eyes widening for a second, then avoiding looking directly at Eunho. All the playfulness is gone to appear shy, caught expressing embarrassing emotions. As if having feelings for a partner is a bad thing to do.
"Yeah? You've got a problem with that?"
"Yes. I've got a problem. Chae Bamby, I have a burning problem with you. You said the relationship with me started not on good terms, which I agree with, but now you think we are simply friends, right?"
The tippy dance around the topic of them seemingly pining about each other has others in the bureau saying he has a crush on the senior partner, and he himself wants to get rid of the misunderstanding to clearly say. Yes, he does wish to have more than the simple friendship with this hyung. Eunho is cutting it now for good.
"I do not think of us as just friends. Chae Bonggu, listen," dropping honorifics, using the real government name instead of an endearing nickname. Slightly frowning eyebrows on pink peach's cute face, though he doesn't complain about Eunho using this sort of disrespectful tone. Patiently waiting here in younger partner's hold, making words come out harder as it should be a ever mouthful Do Eunho. "Seeing you as the rival, or the older figure, more experienced in our work field, or even as the familiar hyung type of figure never seemed right. There's always something missing, and now it's even worse. Hyung, you know what I am trying to say, right? What type of feelings can I have for you?"
"I...do get it," the grip on Eunho's shoulder, then a quick gaze away. Cute pink growing on the cheekbones of Bamby. He pursed his lips to eventually say. "Just never expected you'd be returning them for some reason."
A weight lifting off Eunho's soul. In his tight embrace, a short squeak. Fighting a way out of the sudden embrace, Bamby's bubblegum-pink hair got ruffled, and his face was drowning in shades of red. This is the only type of moment Eunho wants to endlessly stay in his point of vision. A hand not painfully hitting his chest.
"Ya! Cut it, big pup!" Despite the rough power in the voice, the corners of the lips and plump cheeks danced in a growing shy smile. The amethyst eyes in adorable crescent moons looking with a deep affection. "When did you start having those feelings for me?"
"Oh, when you tried to appear all tough and cool, hyung, on our first proper meeting as the partner on the case. I thought you looked rather cute. Maltese trying to look like a big dog."
The pouty cheeks signaling another hand punch. Shy to hear where the feelings may be from the other's side, Bamby is going into an attacking, love-bombing mood. Palms forming into two fists to then say, more likely bark:
"Listen, Eunho-ya, to why I brought you here. Not only you have feelings here. I like this visit this quiet place alone, so you're somewhat special to me, got it?"
Grinning ear to ear, flustered, and a head shorter hyung inevitably pulled Eunho to bend a neck to steal a kiss with this confession. A quick peck igniting a burning sensation inside the chest. A brief touch of lips is not even nearly in comparison to enhanced flames. Abrupt fastness leaving Bamby's face in shock, to then look up and meet up with the same shock in red eyes.
"Oh," the movement of the trembling mouth hypnotized Eunho to get more. "That was sudden. Do that again."
A smaller hand in a glove, despite the words, roughly grabbing the neck to pull the taller one's head down himself. The sentence "not to be so rude" is melting off the mind. Quick innocent peck โ nothing like a the real thing. Not experienced in dating, Eunho tries to follow hyung. A taste of something sweet, the noise of an approving low hum coming from hyung and the fingers cradling his cheeks so softly. Brighter. A whole lot more real than any dream he had about kissing, practically devouring soft mouth in heated dreams.
"You're experienced. Making me jealous." The slight puffiness of Bamby's mouth and how his eyes hazed, trying to chase more of Eunho's closeness, messed with head on a primal level. Not here, somewhere more secure in the privacy, to have hyung do those types of sounds reserved for one person exclusively.
"Mhm, had a few before. You, I suppose, didn't?" cracking his younger counterpart, the peach hyung stupidly grins. "Am I right?"
Indulging in smugness, hyung laughing. Noticing how silent his younger partner is, pink peach tilts his head a bit, all mischievous and witty. The gaze full of tenderness from Eunho seemingly made hyung calm down from the high of laughing, trying to shyly avoid the glance. Clearing the throat, the pink peach got out of the warm embrace.
"But that's in the past. Now, I'd rather go eat. Lead the way to the place you mentioned earlier."
Not waiting for Eunho, with the fast, loud steps, the hyung is going down. Picking up speed, he soon caught up with little pinky. A hand intertwining with his, a slightly larger one. Not looking at the fingers joined in warm embrace, Bamby goes on and on about his favorite food. Eunho can simply smile and nod.
The night date continued for them.
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