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It had started when their Wolf promotions had. Junmyeon had never been the clingy type, and even then Yifan wasn’t sure Junmyeon was aware of what he was doing.
But Yifan was hyper-aware. Every touch sent a shiver down his spine, every cute smile made him want to push Junmyeon up against the wall and kiss the breath out of him.
He couldn’t do that though, because he was a man and he respected boundaries. He questioned the boundaries frequently, though. Especially when Junmyeon was sitting next to him at a radio show, stroking Yifan’s arm maddeningly.
Yifan had brought it up with Luhan one day and Luhan had shrugged. “At least I know I’m being all touchy with Minseokie.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t want to fuck you silly when you do it,” Yifan complained, and Luhan shook his head.
“No, that’s true…” he replied. “I don’t know, Yifan. You can deal with it, right? If all goes horribly wrong, you can just make him yours.” Luhan laughed maniacally and Yifan grimaced.
“Luhan, seriously,” Yifan said. “Don’t joke like that. I wouldn’t do anything that he didn’t expressly ask for.”
Luhan grinned slyly. “Good thing you added ‘expressly,’ because he seems like he’s asking quite implicitly right now.”
After his talk with Luhan, the other members started teasing him about it.
“Touched Leader-hyung yet today?” Chanyeol would ask, and Jongdae would giggle behind him.
“Try something like this,” Sehun and Zitao would say, bringing their faces as close to each other’s as possible without touching.
“Fuck you guys,” Yifan would snarl.
“Hey, Duizhang,” Yifan thought it was Jongin, but no, it was Junmyeon who was latched onto Yifan’s arm. He bristled with want as he looked down at the tiny leader of the other half of his team. “Or should I call you Appa?” he asked with a cute smile, referencing the epithets they’d recently adopted. “Or husband? Since I’m the-”
“Junmyeon, I don’t get you,” Yifan interrupted. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been wondering for weeks now. Are you trying to flirt with me, or are you doing it unconsciously? Because honestly, it’s driving me insane.”
Junmyeon looked taken aback and for a moment he floundered to find his words.
“I-I’m flirting with you?” he cried. “I-I didn’t mean to-I just…I really l-like you, actually, and I was h-hoping that I wouldn’t flirt with you so I could avoid awkwardness between us and the members but-”
“It didn’t work at all,” Yifan laughed.
“So…you don’ t like it?” Junmyeon asked, and Yifan took Junmyeon’s hand.
“I do! Are you kidding? It made me want to kiss you until there was no air left in your lungs, Junmyeon,” Yifan said, already past the point of making a fool of himself.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Junmyeon demanded. “Kiss me until there’s no air left in my lungs.”
So Yifan kissed Junmyeon hard.
(Admittedly, there was air left in his lungs when they broke apart, but the last thing Yifan wanted to do was kill his new boyfriend.)
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