Breathless
Wonshik found himself staring at Hakyeon's lips much more often than he would have liked to admit.
It was Hakyeon's fault, he concluded, because the older wouldn't stop applying his precious lip balm, even at the weirdest moments - fansigns and show recordings, Hakyeon thought it was completely normal and downright acceptable to smear that goddamn balm on, lips shiny afterwards and it made Wonshik wonder about their texture, their taste, a faint blush creeping its way onto his cheeks.
Wonshik never had a problem admitting someone's attractiveness regardless of their gender, even found himself getting more than just simply interested (he doesn't really want to remember his embarrassing crush on one of his guy seniors and how awkward and uncomfortable he got around him, despite the guy's countless attempts to get close - ugh, he gets shivers only when that thought crosses his mind), but Hakyeon is something else. Hakyeon is sunbeams and laughter and fresh air and he wants to drown in it, to keep him as close as possible. Even when somber, there's something just so breathtakingly beautiful in Hakyeon's sad smiles and the despair in his eyes, and he's conflicted about whether he wants to crush that sorrow or just merely watch on how gorgeously he falls apart (he always chooses the former, though). He's fascinated by it, by Hakyeon in his entirety.
He's always a little skittish when they are left alone, excitement going straight to his head and making him lightheaded, because he knows Hakyeon is now focused solely on him (it's hard to hog his attention, especially because grabbing Hakyeon's eyes often involves being awfully cute and he's not expert at that, not like Sanghyuk or Taekwoon are, and he can't melt Hakyeon into a puddle with just a simple smile or a dumb flutter of eyelashes - that's what he thinks, anyway.)
"Jaehwan was acting weird this morning." Hakyeon's voice startles him, breath fanning on his neck as he speaks and then Hakyeon gets away and Wonshik can finally breathe, exhaling shakily.
"I thought Jaehwan hyung was the definition of weird," as soon as the words spill, he feels just a tad mean, so he quickly supplies, "and fun, of course." Hakyeon laughs, that really loud and incredibly endearing laughter and Wonshik cannot suppress a tiny grin emerging on his lips. He quickly shoves a hand down his pocket and slides out that damn lip balm again, lips daubed smoothly and Wonshik can't tear his eyes away. He tilts his head afterwards and shrugs casually, the really oversized shirt falling and exposing his small, tawny shoulder and Wonshik feels his breath stolen, a tingly sensation on his skin.
"I have something to show you," Hakyeon announces, eyes sparkling and Wonshik thinks he looks adorable, lips pursing slightly and urging him to go on. "I kept practicing this move.. "
Wonshik's back is propped against the wall comfortably and he's watching Hakyeon attentively as he starts dancing, that innate grace and the beauty he has in everything he does making him dizzy. Hakyeon keeps spinning lithely, movements nimble and agile, but he loses balance for a second and collides into Wonshik's chest, foreheads knocking together and the mild pain makes them groan, but there's not only their foreheads that make contact, lips clashing clumsily and making their eyes go wide.
Hakyeon immediately scrambles to pull back, but Wonshik catches his wrist, firm, and brings him back again, their lips interlocking for a swift moment, but the bump of their noses this time makes them pull apart again. Only for a second though, as Wonshik pulls Hakyeon flush against his own body, faces burning crimson as he touches his lips to Hakyeon's again, so tentative and careful, but then Hakyeon grips the back of his head and pushes him forward more, the kiss deepening and their pulse soars, sensation overwhelming and Wonshik truly thinks he loses his breath for a moment.
Hakyeon giggles gorgeously as they part, because oh god, they are both stupid, but it felt amazing so he only winks, shy, but still cheeky and Wonshik muses he won't mind getting breathless from time to time.
And while it starts with Wonshik pressing fingertips into Hakyeon's forehead to soothe the pain later, it ends with Wonshik's lips against his, kissing them over and over again.
(Hakyeon's lip balm tastes like vanilla.)
It was Hakyeon's fault, he concluded, because the older wouldn't stop applying his precious lip balm, even at the weirdest moments - fansigns and show recordings, Hakyeon thought it was completely normal and downright acceptable to smear that goddamn balm on, lips shiny afterwards and it made Wonshik wonder about their texture, their taste, a faint blush creeping its way onto his cheeks.
Wonshik never had a problem admitting someone's attractiveness regardless of their gender, even found himself getting more than just simply interested (he doesn't really want to remember his embarrassing crush on one of his guy seniors and how awkward and uncomfortable he got around him, despite the guy's countless attempts to get close - ugh, he gets shivers only when that thought crosses his mind), but Hakyeon is something else. Hakyeon is sunbeams and laughter and fresh air and he wants to drown in it, to keep him as close as possible. Even when somber, there's something just so breathtakingly beautiful in Hakyeon's sad smiles and the despair in his eyes, and he's conflicted about whether he wants to crush that sorrow or just merely watch on how gorgeously he falls apart (he always chooses the former, though). He's fascinated by it, by Hakyeon in his entirety.
He's always a little skittish when they are left alone, excitement going straight to his head and making him lightheaded, because he knows Hakyeon is now focused solely on him (it's hard to hog his attention, especially because grabbing Hakyeon's eyes often involves being awfully cute and he's not expert at that, not like Sanghyuk or Taekwoon are, and he can't melt Hakyeon into a puddle with just a simple smile or a dumb flutter of eyelashes - that's what he thinks, anyway.)
"Jaehwan was acting weird this morning." Hakyeon's voice startles him, breath fanning on his neck as he speaks and then Hakyeon gets away and Wonshik can finally breathe, exhaling shakily.
"I thought Jaehwan hyung was the definition of weird," as soon as the words spill, he feels just a tad mean, so he quickly supplies, "and fun, of course." Hakyeon laughs, that really loud and incredibly endearing laughter and Wonshik cannot suppress a tiny grin emerging on his lips. He quickly shoves a hand down his pocket and slides out that damn lip balm again, lips daubed smoothly and Wonshik can't tear his eyes away. He tilts his head afterwards and shrugs casually, the really oversized shirt falling and exposing his small, tawny shoulder and Wonshik feels his breath stolen, a tingly sensation on his skin.
"I have something to show you," Hakyeon announces, eyes sparkling and Wonshik thinks he looks adorable, lips pursing slightly and urging him to go on. "I kept practicing this move.. "
Wonshik's back is propped against the wall comfortably and he's watching Hakyeon attentively as he starts dancing, that innate grace and the beauty he has in everything he does making him dizzy. Hakyeon keeps spinning lithely, movements nimble and agile, but he loses balance for a second and collides into Wonshik's chest, foreheads knocking together and the mild pain makes them groan, but there's not only their foreheads that make contact, lips clashing clumsily and making their eyes go wide.
Hakyeon immediately scrambles to pull back, but Wonshik catches his wrist, firm, and brings him back again, their lips interlocking for a swift moment, but the bump of their noses this time makes them pull apart again. Only for a second though, as Wonshik pulls Hakyeon flush against his own body, faces burning crimson as he touches his lips to Hakyeon's again, so tentative and careful, but then Hakyeon grips the back of his head and pushes him forward more, the kiss deepening and their pulse soars, sensation overwhelming and Wonshik truly thinks he loses his breath for a moment.
Hakyeon giggles gorgeously as they part, because oh god, they are both stupid, but it felt amazing so he only winks, shy, but still cheeky and Wonshik muses he won't mind getting breathless from time to time.
And while it starts with Wonshik pressing fingertips into Hakyeon's forehead to soothe the pain later, it ends with Wonshik's lips against his, kissing them over and over again.
(Hakyeon's lip balm tastes like vanilla.)