call you my own (2/2)
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It’s a whole month and a half before they get their next little block of time off, just a half day for everyone to unwind and go out for some fresh air. Jongin and Junmyeon have talked about it a little bit but they’ve basically made preparations individually.
When the night finally rolls around and Yixing’s somehow convinced everyone else to go out for the evening, Junmyeon finds himself cuddled with Jongin in bed as they usually are these days. Sehun’s been a real trooper about bedroom hopping and Junmyeon really needs to buy Sehun a car for his next birthday or something. He suspects Jongin wouldn’t be so hot on that idea, though.
The thought of that makes him smile and Jongin makes a noise of question against his mouth, looking at him like such a big, curious puppy that it makes Junmyeon laugh out loud.
“Hyung,” Jongin says, a tone of admonition to his voice. “If you’re thinking about something, it better be about me.”
Junmyeon takes a deep breath. “Oh my god, you are so cute.”
“Oh my god,” Jongin says, exasperated to hide his embarrassment, “if you’re thinking about that senseless man Oh Sehun--”
“Jongin-ah,” Junmyeon interrupts, lazily sliding his foot up and down Jongin’s calf from where Jongin’s got him pinned to bed, “let’s not talk about another man while you’re in bed with me, hm? Maybe I hide it well but I get jealous about you pretty easily.”
Flattery will get him everywhere. Jongin flushes to the roots of his hair and makes a strangled noise in his throat, so caught off guard and so pleased that he can tell by Junmyeon’s amused expression that he must have stars in his eyes.
He melts a bit more on top of Junmyeon’s body, happily taking advantage of Junmyeon’s pushover tendencies. Jongin has to be heavy but Junmyeon doesn’t seem even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
He can only hope that this sort of closeness is a forever kind of thing. It just feels so damn good, so warm, like he’s always got a mobile piece of home with him in Junmyeon. That is what Junmyeon is to him, isn’t it? Somewhere to be himself, to take off all the makeup and the mask, to be loved and cared for for no good reason other than being his own greedy, imperfect self. If Junmyeon can find satisfaction in that, Jongin isn’t going to argue with it; he’s going to hog it all to himself.
“Today, I--” Jongin starts, then bites his lip, flushing hotter as he reaches to the side. His hand searches under Junmyeon’s mattress, a quiet sigh escaping him when Junmyeon takes that opportunity to start kissing the side of his outstretched neck. “I got some stuff for us…” he mumbles distractedly, eyes shutting while still groping around for the lube he managed to get.
Junmyeon arches an eyebrow once he sees what Jongin pulls out from beneath the mattress. “When did you put that there?”
“Two weeks ago…” Jongin says slowly, arching his hips forward so he can press more insistently into Junmyeon’s pelvis.
“Really…” Junmyeon says more than asks, slipping both hands under the back of Jongin’s shirt. There’s so much soft, smooth skin for him to touch, and he lingers, watching the moments of desire flash across Jongin’s face.
Jongin groans once Junmyeon finally pulls his shirt off, too eager to be nervous. “Okay…maybe three weeks ago…” he admits, tugging impatiently at Junmyeon’s clothes. He needs to do this before he loses all nerve.
“I want to be clear,” Junmyeon warns, and the lower octave of his voice makes a shiver snake up Jongin’s spine. “I’m going to be very, very thorough with you. I’ve thought about this a lot more than you think, Kim Jongin.”
The air around them suddenly seems to spike with heat. Jongin swallows dryly and Junmyeon watches as his pupils dilate, the look he always gets when he’s on the verge of not being able to hold himself back.
Junmyeon closes his eyes and lets Jongin kiss him, accepting all the hunger and neediness, moaning generously as Jongin starts touching him all over. It’s impatient but Junmyeon doesn’t allow Jongin to rush, instead shrugging all their clothes off, panting hotly into Jongin’s mouth once their erections press together.
Oh, to be 21 again. Junmyeon groans at the feeling of Jongin’s cock sliding wet and hot along his inner thigh, clearly too impatient to be still. It makes his own cock throb but he wants to do this the way he’s fantasized a whole damn lot, because he really has, and there’s nothing he wants to see more than Jongin in an incoherent pile in his bed. He doesn’t doubt that Jongin feels much of the same.
“Hyung, I need you,” Jongin whines, gasping as he rubs himself against Junmyeon’s hard body. Junmyeon’s got a great body-he hides it too much.
Jongin whines more desperately when Junmyeon flips them, settling far too intimately between his thighs so he can’t go far. “Jongin,” Junmyeon mumbles, all heat and urgency. He seems like wants to say something and he even opens his mouth but he says nothing in the end, just stares at Jongin like he could eat him. Jongin believes it in this moment-he’s never seen Junmyeon hunger like this, a sinfully red tongue dragging along his lower lip to wet it.
Filling his lungs with the last full breath of the night, Jongin closes his eyes and forces himself to relax. It’s all the invitation that Junmyeon needs; he’s all over Jongin in a second, claiming his mouth, kissing him so hard that Jongin’s eventually clawing at his back.
“Nn…nmm, hyung!” He gasps, yelping as a hand twists in his hair, keeping him breathless and unsteady. Junmyeon is everywhere at once, kissing his way down, hands kneading at him and pulling at him until Jongin’s not sure where he should go.
Does he look as debauched as he feels? Probably. In a daze, Jongin arches with a high pitched whine, wanting more of Junmyeon’s teasing fingers on his nipples but also wanting more of Junmyeon’s hot mouth on the insides of his thighs. Junmyeon’s breath ghosts hot and close to his cock but not quite there and Jongin is well aware of the sticky string of precome leaking onto his abdomen. He’s no longer embarrassed to be so eager for Junmyeon’s touch-what’s the point? It’d be way too much of a waste of energy to be embarrassed every time, because he certainly is just as eager this time as the first.
“Jongin-ah,” Junmyeon says, voice all gravel.
“Hyung…” Jongin moans in return, eyes fluttering open. He looks down, eyes half shut, barely manages to catch a glimpse of Junmyeon’s face before Junmyeon’s got his cock in his mouth.
A half-scream’s torn from his throat before he can help it. Jongin throws his head back and bucks, whimpering helplessly when Junmyeon’s hands wrap around his hips and force him to bed. No amount of wiggling or bucking is working; Junmyeon’s not giving him a single inch to budge.
“Hyung, Junmyeon-hyung!” Jongin moans, over and over, forced to lie there and take it. “Feels g-good!”
He thinks he can feel Junmyeon smiling around his cock. Oh god, the thought alone is incoherent but it makes him so happy. Jongin squeezes his thighs around Junmyeon’s head, wanting to last longer, whimpering again when Junmyeon starts slurping loud just to get to him. It works, he knows everything too well, that asshole. Jongin bites hard on a knuckle, muffling his cries into his hand as Junmyeon works his cock, bobbing slow and sucking up hard, tonguing at the tip of his cock with every pull.
“Ah! Hyung!” Jongin gasps unsteadily, toes curling into the mattress. “Gonna-”
He doesn’t get to finish before Junmyeon’s pulling off of him, eyes black with want. Jongin is making the most pathetic noises, he can hear them, but when Junmyeon reaches for the lube and gives his thigh a push, Jongin does nothing but spread his legs wide apart. He’s too fucking turned on to be shy. This is a side of Junmyeon he sees so rarely and it’s so fucking hot, he feels like he’s going to lose it any second.
Junmyeon smiles at him, maybe half a smirk. “You’re a good boy, Jongin-ah,” he praises, very pleased indeed that Jongin’s got his legs spread so eagerly without having to be asked. He tastes good, kind of like the way sunshine feels on Junmyeon’s skin when he’s having a lie-in on a sunny morning. Comfortable. Familiar, even though this is still half new.
“Hyunnnng!” Jongin moans, cheeks pink from being exposed so intimately. Junmyeon shushes him and leans down again, leaving sucking, noisy kisses along Jongin’s soft thighs as he coats his fingers generously with lube.
This is the first time he’s done this sort of thing but he’s read up a lot on it in preparation. And because Junmyeon is a man of action and sees things through until the end, he obviously tried already on himself just to make sure it doesn’t hurt too badly. Yeah, he teased Jongin a little earlier about the lube, but truth is, Junmyeon prepared some of his own weeks ago too, tucked away in the back of his bottom drawer behind all his underwear.
“Relax, Jongin,” he mumbles into Jongin’s skin, tracing his finger along Jongin’s hole. He places a hand on Jongin’s abdomen, feeling the muscles there jump when he applies pressure.
Curious, Junmyeon pillows his cheek on Jongin’s thigh and looks up at him, wanting to see his face.
Junmyeon has nothing if he doesn’t have patience. The point of this is of course to get off, but to be honest, he just wants to be with Jongin, have something of him that no one else has ever had before. Junmyeon watches, he takes in every second, slowly working Jongin open with his fingers, stopping whenever Jongin pulls at his hand, giving him time to catch his breath.
It’s not that it hurts because it actually doesn’t hurt at all. Jongin’s read up on enough of this himself and he was prepared for the worst but he should’ve known his Junmyeon-hyung would never rush a single thing with him. It’s maddening as much as he’s grateful for it.
Once he gets used to this a bit more, once he builds a bit more confidence in it, Jongin’s going to jump his bones and make him lose it. In the meantime, he’s so grateful that Junmyeon’s as patient as he is, and god, he is a saint, isn’t he?
“Hyung…enough…” Jongin mumbles, wiggling and clenching around Junmyeon’s fingers. He’s amazed by how it feels, to be honest. He can’t say it’s good yet but it certainly isn’t bad; he just wants to be closer to Junmyeon, and the thought of Junmyeon being inside of him is driving him up the wall.
For good measure, Junmyeon stretches him for a while longer, slowly sucking his way up the length of Jongin’s cock to make him feel good. He really likes being between Jongin’s legs, in every way he could mean it.
“You’re so wonderful, you know that?” he says quietly, gently rolling his fingers in soft waves, watching in wonder while Jongin arches and shudders for him. There’s a visible pink all over Jongin’s beautiful, tan skin and Junmyeon wants to taste all of it.
Jongin whimpers helplessly, clenching harder and harder around Junmyeon’s fingers. Sometimes, when Junmyeon presses harder in a certain way, it feels really different, almost tickles from the inside. It’s not anything Jongin’s ever felt before but he knows it makes his thighs tremble and toes go numb so he knows it’s good, it’s supposed to feel good.
“Hyung, really,” he chokes out, tugging desperately at Junmyeon’s hair, wanting to drag him up for at least a kiss, “I’m going to c-come around your fingers, and I want to--” Jongin takes a deep breath. “I want to come around your cock.”
He freezes when Junmyeon freezes, heart thundering in his ears, wondering if he’s gone too far.
“Uh--” he starts, about to backpedal when Junmyeon’s fingers finally leave him. It pulls half a whimper and half a moan from him, the feeling of emptiness just incredible.
Junmyeon’s suddenly looming over him again, the wildest look in his eyes. “Jongin,” he says, breathless like Jongin’s just kicked him in the gut.
“Nn?” Jongin whimpers, melting like putty once Junmyeon leans down and kisses him. His kiss is deep and demanding, and Jongin cries out into it when he feels the head of Junmyeon’s cock pressing against him.
He clenches helplessly, wanting more, jerking and spreading his thighs wider apart just to try and accommodate. It feels impossibly huge, he’s sure that this isn’t going to work even with how long Junmyeon took to prepare him, but just as he’s thinking of squirming away, he feels Junmyeon slide into him, open him up so completely that Jongin’s breath stops. He digs his toes into the mattress and cants his hips up, a sharp cry caught in his throat, the feeling of fullness absolutely incomparable.
“Hyung!” He gasps, shaking from the feeling of Junmyeon sliding deeper into him. It’s never going to end, it’s too much, he can’t take anymore-but Jongin can’t ask him to stop, he can only grip on and claw at Junmyeon’s shaking arms, noisily pulling in shallow sips of air when he can remember.
Junmyeon turns his face away, unable to look at Jongin any longer. He’s too beautiful and real, all the emotions raw and on display on his face. Junmyeon’s about to burst he just feels so good, spine stiff with the effort it takes not to just ram himself into Jongin in one go. It’s tight-tighter than Junmyeon could’ve imagined. Obviously Jongin’s feeling the same if the sound of his breathing is anything to go by.
“Please, Jongin-ah,” Junmyeon begs, breathless and on the verge of losing his mind, “please let me in.” He ducks his head and presses dry kisses to Jongin’s face, tries his best not to think about the hot clench of Jongin’s body all around his cock.
After what seems like an eternity, Junmyeon finally finds himself pressed all the way in, settled deeply into the V of Jongin’s pelvis. He gently lowers himself to give Jongin a hug, strokes back the hair matted to his face with sweat. It’s like break time, but with more torture.
“Still doing okay?” Junmyeon whispers in Jongin’s ear, groaning when Jongin clenches hard around his cock. “J-Jongin-ah, you’re going to make me come way too fast if you keep doing that.”
Jongin screws his eyes shut and muffles the moan that crawls up his throat. “That’s what I want,” he manages to choke out, already exhausted and unable to breathe. He’s just so full. Jongin gently pushes at Junmyeon’s shoulders, staring at his jaw before working up the nerve to meet Junmyeon’s dark, adoring eyes. “You can come inside me if you want,” he says, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end when he sees the way Junmyeon’s expression changes, “you don’t have to be so gentle, hyung. I’ve thought about this more than you think, too.”
After all this is over, Junmyeon’s going to have to have a very serious talk with him about driving him crazy. For now, all he can do is kiss Jongin like he needs it to breathe, and maybe he needs it more than that, aching with the desire to be closer.
There is no closer than this. Junmyeon moans deeply, thrusting as slow and shallow as need be. But maybe this is what Jongin meant-he doesn’t need to be so gentle, and Jongin’s the one that ends up setting the pace for them.
“Junmyeon-hyung, Junmyeon…” Jongin breathes, panting as he rolls his hips, taking Junmyeon in a little deeper each time. The movement is natural for him; dance is too ingrained into his blood for him to not know how to do this, thrills of pleasure shooting up his spine whenever he finds the right angle. He watches Junmyeon with lidded eyes, grasping hard to his shoulders, awed by the look of near pain on Junmyeon’s face.
It’s hot. Jongin’s never felt so hot on the inside before, overwhelmed each time Junmyeon’s cock slides into him, burning up with each slide out. The drag of Junmyeon’s cock against his insides is exquisite-he’s never felt anything like it before. It’s so intimate that Jongin might die of embarrassment, but he’s too busy enjoying it to remember.
“More,” Jongin moans, thighs quivering as Junmyeon starts to thrust harder. He whines, blushing helplessly when Junmyeon hikes one of his thighs higher around his waist. Jongin can hardly believe he’s in the position he’s in; he’s so exposed, he’s so naked, and Junmyeon is so close. “Hyung,” he whimpers, looking up at him to ask for something, anything, so Junmyeon rewards him with a kiss.
It only serves to remind him of the heat between his legs. Jongin is growing restless, moaning needy and impatient whenever Junmyeon brushes that good spot inside of him again. It’s good, he can say that, it’s getting better and better, and whenever Junmyeon leans in very close, Jongin can feel how hard he is between them, throbbing with desire.
He reaches between their bodies just for a touch but finds Junmyeon suddenly grabbing his hand, pinning it back to bed.
“You wanted to come from my cock, didn’t you?” Junmyeon asks, so sweet, all danger, “so you’ll come when you’re ready to.”
“Ah--” Jongin gasps, half in disbelief and half in arousal. He thinks he ought to say more but Junmyeon presses into him harder, kisses him so hard that the words die in his throat. “Nn-Ahn!” Jongin cries, jerking under Junmyeon’s hold as Junmyeon finally starts to thrust harder. He isn’t going very fast but he’s starting to snap his hips, and Jongin feels so stuffed that he can barely breathe.
He squirms, moaning and panting hotly against Junmyeon’s ear. He’s going to split apart, everything just feels so hot, Junmyeon’s finally using him the way he’s been wanting. Junmyeon takes such good care of him, always makes him feel good first, always makes sure that Jongin comes first. For once, Jongin wants him to be selfish, fuck him like-
The thought remains half finished, the feel of Junmyeon too much for Jongin to think about anything else. “Hyung, make me come, please!” he begs, mindless of what he’s saying, moaning and whimpering for release.
Junmyeon’s a fast learner. He can see where Jongin likes it best. Mouthing wetly along Jongin’s neck, he snaps his hips hard, listening to the slap of their skin and the telltale hitches in Jongin’s breathing. He’s so glad that Jongin’s being vocal; it’s driving him wild.
Jongin clenches tighter and tighter around him, bucking into him without rhythm. He’s trying to help but he’s obviously too lost in it to know what he’s doing anymore, but that’s what Junmyeon likes to see anyway. He’s so relieved that Jongin’s feeling good.
Wanting to be kind, he reaches between them to grasp Jongin’s cock, making a noise of surprise when Jongin’s hand immediately seizes his own. He’s shaking but he’s sure; Junmyeon falters and looks at his face, swallowing dryly to see the way Jongin’s looking at him. “Jongin--”
“Make me come, hyung,” Jongin whispers, eyes all pupils, cheeks dark pink from exertion and arousal. “I want you so bad, I want you.”
Junmyeon could melt. He wraps his arms around Jongin’s neck and hugs him instead, pressed up against Jongin as close as he can get. Junmyeon’s grasping the last threads of his self-control; his hips are losing rhythm, he just wants to fuck Jongin so bad, he just wants to feel him. He makes sure to aim the best he can, drinking in all of Jongin’s cut off cries and moans of his name, excited by the way Jongin is clenching around him.
Jongin’s going to rip apart, he’s just so sure of it. Junmyeon’s fucking him so hard that he’s sliding up the mattress, he can almost taste Junmyeon in the back of his throat.
He wants to say something, a request or encouragement or even a warning, but Junmyeon’s cock is so hard and thick inside of him, fucking him open, pushing at something in him that makes Jongin’s spine feel like melting butter. He’s amazed by how good this can feel; it’s so different from when he’s jerking off, it’s so different to be taken from the inside, the feelings so raw, so intimate that he’s almost embarrassed by it.
It says something for Junmyeon’s discipline and endurance that he always watches out for Jongin’s pleasure first. Jongin’s near tears with how good he feels, thighs clenched tight around Junmyeon’s waist, not even helping him anymore. He can’t stop moaning, he’s being so loud, but Junmyeon just encourages him with soft, filthy words in his ear, acting tough when Jongin can feel him shaking like a leaf on top of him.
“Jongin,” Junmyeon whispers, gritting his teeth. Jongin is so tight around him, so slick and good. “Please, come for me?”
“Junmyeon-hyung,” Jongin whimpers, hiding his face. He can hear the squelch of lube each time Junmyeon fucks into him, but that’s nothing compared to how it feels to have Junmyeon moan for him right into his ear.
He’s going to pass out. He’s not going to come, he’s just going to pass out, he feels so good but also like he’s going to claw out of his own skin, he’s burning up on the inside. Junmyeon’s too far inside of him, Jongin’s all messed up-
He comes without warning, as taken off guard by it as Junmyeon. It’s not like all the other orgasms he knows to watch for-it burns out of him from his core, a sizzle that sets off like fireworks in his abdomen. Jongin chokes on it, arches so hard into Junmyeon that Junmyeon almost loses his balance. It’s hot, his mind goes blank with it, his hips riding the waves of a pulsing, deep orgasm that shakes him apart from the inside. He can feel Junmyeon’s cock deep inside of him, only dimly aware that Junmyeon’s tensing up and muffling choked moans of his name into his neck.
The pleasure doesn’t end when he expects it to, it just lingers, this hazy, simmering feeling that leaves him boneless and not all there. Jongin whimpers helplessly when he feels Junmyeon filling him up with come, shuddering from how hot it feels.
If this is what sex is actually supposed to feel like, Jongin needs to be doing it a lot more. He has no idea what the fuck he was doing all the times before Junmyeon, because it certainly was never this.
“…Jongin-ah, are you okay?”
The words register dimly, as if from underwater. Jongin is too comfortable to answer, warm from the inside and out, marveling at the same thought turning in circles in his brain: he’s as filled up with Junmyeon as he could ever be, and it feels fucking wonderful. The real weight of him, the clean, musky smell of him, the comfort of his skin all around Jongin on the outside and the heat of his come on the inside.
Jongin is so happy to bask that he’s very alarmed when he feels Junmyeon pulling away. He makes a noise, tongue still too tangled to make words, but Junmyeon catches on and moves back again.
“Just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he whispers, and Jongin finds it hilarious that Junmyeon thinks now is the proper time to be blushing.
“You’re blushing,” he says, not surprised that his own voice is nothing more than a husky scratch.
“I am?” Junmyeon touches his face, looking bashful. “I guess you just make me feel that way, Jongin-ah.”
“Stupid hyung.” Jongin hugs him, loosely at first and then so tight that Junmyeon sighs into his ear, trapped against him. He doesn’t necessarily want Junmyeon to see his face right now; he’s kind of scared he won’t be able to keep himself together. “I love you, Junmyeon-hyung,” he whispers, swallowing around the rock in his throat, “thank you for loving me the way you do. I know it isn’t easy.”
Junmyeon smiles, tries not to melt too obviously. “It is easy, Jongin-ah,” he murmurs, running his fingers through Jongin’s soft hair, “it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
If he wasn’t in love already, that would clinch it. Get your shit together, this isn’t some shitty harlequin paperback where you cry after sex, Jongin tells himself stubbornly, red in the face. He just loves Junmyeon so much though, he doesn’t even know how to say it. It’s strange to have a feeling too big for his body, something that grew so big inside of him that he’s sure he can’t contain it all unless he tells Junmyeon more about it to release some of the pressure.
“Let’s do this again in the morning,” Jongin mumbles, needing to say something.
Junmyeon makes an uncertain sound, petting his head now. “I’d really like to, you’re really incredible, but I don’t want you to be in pain, and--”
“I wasn’t paying attention properly the last time because you made me come so hard,” Jongin interrupts, taking no prisoners, “but I want to feel it next time when you come inside me. I like it.”
This time, it’s Jongin’s turn to pet Junmyeon’s head as Junmyeon promptly dies of embarrassment and arousal. His hyung is so fucking cute and sexy at the same time, what is this? How is he supposed to resist?
Jongin is sticky with sweat and come and he can feel Junmyeon’s come already starting to leak out of him but he cannot be fucked to move. It’s just so nice to have Junmyeon cuddling him and paying such careful attention to him. Jongin drifts off to sleep with Junmyeon curled around him, possessive and protective, warm lips pressing soft kisses to his face and gentle fingers trailing along his abdomen.
He really can’t wait to do this again. It’s something really wonderful, being loved by the person he loves more than anything in the world.
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Here is the infinity scale: Jongin can’t measure how much he wants to be with Junmyeon. He wants so much for him to be impossibly close that he wants to be away from him at times he wants him most. He can’t measure how much Junmyeon loves him because it seems to stretch on and on, this thick, black line, unmarred and disappearing into the distance, as far as Jongin can see. No one has ever loved him the way Junmyeon has, with suffocating, oftentimes annoying attention, yet with too much respect of his space, like he thinks Jongin’s an actual reasonable adult when it comes to being loved.
There isn’t a single hour, minute, second that Jongin would give up of Junmyeon’s attention, not when he lives each one with greed. He gets it now; it’s frightening that infinity is only daunting because it doesn’t seem like enough.
“Good morning,” Junmyeon whispers in his ear. In his half-awake state, Jongin only knows that he’s very warm and very comfortable, arching instinctively into the brush of Junmyeon’s fingers in his hair.
“Work time?” Jongin mumbles, body heavy with sleep. Junmyeon shifts against him and Jongin finally cracks an eye open, confirming that Junmyeon’s somehow already dressed.
On the other side of the door, Jongin can hear the other members banging around, singing and talking and fighting for the shower. Junmyeon’s doing it again, spoiling him rotten-he just knows that Junmyeon’s left waking him up to the last minute, left him for last, just to let him have those extra precious seconds of sleep.
“That’s not fair,” he mumbles, dragging Junmyeon in by the front of his shirt, hiding himself in Junmyeon’s neck. “You’re not supposed to be sweeping me off my feet this early in the morning.”
Junmyeon laughs happily, pressing a kiss to the top of Jongin’s head. “You can make me melt all you want but you still have to get up, I’m afraid.”
Jongin groans. “…Can I at least sit next to you in the car today?”
Junmyeon practically vibrates with happiness. “Of course, Jongin-ah.”
“Will you buy me chicken later?”
“Anything you want, darling.”
“And ice cream maybe?”
“And ice cream, Jongin-ah.”
“Can we have sex this weekend?”
Junmyeon bursts out laughing, pressing it against Jongin’s mouth. He’s very pleased that Jongin’s laughing too; he looks lighter and happier than Junmyeon can remember him ever being.
“We’re going to leave without you lovebirds if you don’t hurry up!” Sehun yells through the door, “put on some pants and make out later!”
There’s a beat of silence, like Sehun is thinking.
“Also, uh, Junmyeon-hyung? I might’ve eaten a bit of Jongin’s share of breakfast that you bought us?”
Jongin shoots up in bed immediately, suddenly totally awake, fire blazing in his eyes. “That little fuc--”
“Jongin-ah, don’t fight with--”
“Junmyeon-ah!” Minseok calls this time, “Chanyeollie wants to know if all his socks are in your room?”
“Why would--”
“Sehunnie put away the laundry this time!” Chanyeol complains, “I can’t wear my running shoes without socks, hyung!”
“Jongin-ah, your breakfast is getting cold!” Jongdae yells from farther away, “can I eat it?”
Junmyeon pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing quietly to himself. It’s another typical day.
Jongin winds his arms around Junmyeon’s neck and kisses him on the cheek, nestling himself in a hug even as it sounds like the rest of Exo is gathering outside their door.
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?????? UHHHHHH???
i guess this COULD BE a continuation from that last fic i wrote
really i just like rehashing the same shit over and over again <(￣︶￣)>✯*･☪:.
this started as something and it ended as something else, neither of which i intended
have you guys seen this shit
dammit you two
and as always, thanks for reading :)