Archive of Our Own ^beta

【1】

If there’s one thing Seungmin hates in the world more than having sticky teeth or an unclean room, it’s Hyunjin crying. It’s awful and makes Seungmin want to strangle a guy. Hyunjin is a sweet and emotional guy, however, and he takes things to heart more than he should, which results in him being sad more often than Seungmin would like.

Tonight, as Hyunjin barges into Seungmin’s bedroom while he’s doing some reading, Seungmin can already tell that the storm inside Hyunjin’s head is big. 

Seungmin closes the book and immediately pulls Hyunjin onto his bed with him. He silently lets Hyunjin fall into his arms, but his heart isn’t so quiet. The man buries himself in Seungmin’s embrace, sobbing and cursing.

“The fucking asshole! I hate him so much,” he says through hiccups. Seungmin’s stomach churns and he pats Hyunjin’s head. He feels like this is about his not so great boyfriend, but before he can ask him to confirm the fact, Hyunjin already does it for him. “I wanted to break up with him, the stupid dickhead.”

“Geonho broke up with you?” Seungmin still asks, mindlessly carding his hands through Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin raises his head and nods. His eyes are red, and there’s tearstreaks on his cheeks, so Seungmin takes it upon himself to wipe them away.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why the fuck I’m this upset. He—He only wanted me for my looks anyway, the bastard,” he complains with a long and shaky sigh.

Seungmin hums and lets Hyunjin fall into his arms again. “It sucks because he still hurt you, Hyunjin-ah. Just because you know he's an asshole doesn't make you invincible to his hurtful actions. You gotta raise your standards and follow your gut from now on, all right? You deserve better.”

“That's sweet of you, Seungmin-ah.” Hyunjin presses his cheek against Seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin's stomach feels funny for a different reason, now. “But— How should I trust my gut? In what way? Like, how do I know I’m right?”

“You are a great judge of character, use it. Just listen to your inner feelings. Don't just do what's easy or what people expect from you, do what feels right in your heart, you know?” Seungmin explains. He feels a bit hypocritical, since he's not the best at following this advice either, but Hyunjin's eyes light up all of a sudden, so he must have said something right. 

“Follow my heart…?” Hyunjin mumbles, tilting his head as he looks Seungmin in the eyes. There's something in his gaze that makes Seungmin's skin tingle, his neck heating up. 

“It’s hard, but I know you can do it,” Seungmin assures him in a whisper. His heart is pounding in his ears, and he wonders why Hyunjin is looking at him so intently.

Suddenly, Hyunjin leans forward. His eyes flick down, then up, then down again. Seungmin's heart speeds up, his hands go clammy, and—

Hyunjin kisses him. Seungmin takes in a sharp breath, his pulse fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. The person Seungmin has been pining for for months is kissing him, and yet, it’s not right.

He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to part, no matter how wrong it feels. “Hyunjin-ah—” he begins, very slowly blinking his eyes open. Hyunjin looks guilty. “Please don't kiss me when you're sad. I—I want it to be a happy thing. Please try again when you're happy.”

Hyunjin's grimace melts away and his expression lights up like the sun appears after a cloudy day. “Do—Do you really mean that, Seungminnie-yah?” he asks, as if he can’t believe that Seungmin wants him to kiss him. He’d be crazy if he’d say no. 

He knows how much Hyunjin takes these things to heart, and he would never play with his best friend’s feelings like that. Hyunjin means everything to him, and even if they bicker a lot, Seungmin never wants to hit him where it hurts.

“Of course I mean that,” he whispers in response. Hyunjin sighs and deflates against Seungmin’s body. Finally, a genuinely relieved smile begins to tug on the corners of his lips. Seungmin knows that he has done all right.

“Seungmin-ah?” Hyunjin says after a moment. Seungmin hums, fingers mindlessly caressing his arms. Hyunjin is silent for a second, and Seungmin can hear his heart pound — Or is it his own? “Would you want to grab some dinner together this weekend?”

Seungmin’s eyes widen ever so slightly. A face-splitting grin forces itself onto his face. “Yes. Yes, I’d like that a lot.”

【2】

Seungmin thinks he’s officially gone for Hyunjin. Kissing him is… like a dream come true. Hyunjin isn’t only lovely, he has also apparently been in love with Seungmin for a long time, but he tried to squash the feeling in fear of losing their friendship.

To say Seungmin was shocked is an understatement. Hyunjin even said, ‘What do you even know?’, when Seungmin told him that he was touched that Hyunjin felt that way for so long (because he did, too).

Hyunjin is very passionate about everything he does, whether it's planning dates, watching drama's, playing football, kissing Seungmin, or dancing, he always puts his everything into it. His passion makes him beautiful, makes him work hard, makes him admirable, but it can also crumble him and hurt him. 

Seungmin is there to pull him back while Hyunjin is there to push Seungmin forward with him. He can't always see a storm coming however, and he can't always be there to calm his fire, but the least he can do is be there to lessen the aftermath. 

“Thanks for picking me up, Seungmin sweetie,” Hyunjin mumbles with a wince. His expression is a little less stormy than when Seungmin arrived at the dance studio, but he can still see the rain in his eyes. 

“How's your knee?” he asks, hooking his shoulder under Hyunjin's arm and supporting some of his weight. 

“Still bad.” Hyunjin sulks, dropping his head against Seungmin's. 

“You shouldn't have gone dancing, you need to rest,” Seungmin scolds him, keeping his voice low. Hyunjin grimaces, and the sight makes Seungmin's stomach churn. He knows how much dancing means to Hyunjin. 

“I know. I know, I'm just—I needed to get rid of some of the junk that's building up inside, you know?” he complains. he mumbles sadly. “I don’t want everything to unload onto you. Dancing gets the edge off, you know? That way I don’t have to be so sad or angry or frustrated.”

“I get it, Hyunjin-ah. You’ve lost your outlet,” Seungmin says, rubbing Hyunjin’s arm as they board the bus to their apartment. “I feel the same whenever I get a cold and can’t sing properly. It’s… Not only is it annoying to be in pain or to be sick, but it’s also preventing you from doing what you love.” 

“You always know just what to say, Seungmin-ah. I… I appreciate it,” Hyunjin tells him, but he still looks low-spirited and upset. Seungmin wraps his arms around his boyfriend and silently hugs him, listening to his venting, until they get home. 

“I was home early so I did some groceries,” Seungmin says as he brings Hyunjin to the couch. Hyunjin puts his leg up and pulls Seungmin close to give him a wet smooch on the cheek. 

“Thank you. Will you make kimchi stew? Or do you want me to—” Hyunjin begins but Seungmin immediately shushes him. 

“I will survive in the kitchen alone, especially if it’s just kimchi stew. You can rest,” he says, pointing a stern finger at his boyfriend. Hyunjin pouts, but there is still something genuinely sad in his eyes. He probably needs some more affection, so Seungmin approaches the couch again and wiggles himself next to Hyunjin. “I can cuddle for a while longer, though. Or maybe…”

Seungmin trails off as his boyfriend pulls him closer and traps him in an embrace. Hyunjin pauses, unfurls himself a little bit and gives Seungmin a curious look. Seungmin snickers and shakes his head. “What? Or maybe what?” 

“I don’t know. I was thinking of some things that could maybe cheer you up a little, but I’ll have to let go of you and get up,” he explains, a blush creeping up his neck at the thought of what he’s about to do, but he feels like at this point, he’d do anything to cheer Hyunjin up.

They haven’t been dating for very long, but the foundation of friendship they’ve built is enough to make Seungmin feel like he can confidently make Hyunjin forget about whatever is bothering him. Hyunjin is the same, after all. 

“Do you really have to stand up?” Hyunjin asks with a tiny pout. Seungmin nods. “Okay. Fine. Show me your best effort, baby,” Hyunjin answers with a bittersweet and lopsided grin. Seungmin places a tiny peck on Hyunjin’s lips before he stand up. 

“Okay, so, since you are unable to dance right now, I thought that maybe I could take over for you,” Seungmin explains, standing before Hyunjin in that pose he has seen Hyunjin in countless of times before dancing. Hyunjin squints at him.

“You’re going to embarrass yourself?” he asks with a half-hearted chuckle. Seungmin sighs in an exaggerated manner, and Hyunjin laughs. “Sorry, sorry, go ahead.”

Seungmin nods his head and bows before he starts dancing. He’s not worrying about looking good right now, instead he’s focusing on making Hyunjin laugh. He does the robot, the worm, the window wiper—all of the classics, until Hyunjin is doubling over in laughter.

He even whips out the hoola-hooper move and tries to twerk, earning himself a frim slap on the butt from his boyfriend. Most importantly, his shenanigans earn him full-body laughter from the person he cares about so deeply. 

“You are unbelievable, Seungmin-ah,” Hyunjin tuts. He pulls Seungmin onto the couch with him and kisses his cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m in love with a man like this, like you.”

“And I can’t believe I’m in love with a sap like you—who can make me twerking in your face into something romantic,” Seungmin responds with a laugh, but his heart does stutter because of Hyunjin’s words. “You’ll let me try to make some kimchi stew for us both, now?”

“Hmm. Just a little longer, all right?” Hyunjin takes Seungmin’s hands and places them both on his cheeks, subtly hinting Seungmin that he wants him to kiss him. Whenever Hyunjin is upset, he wants Seungmin to take the initiatives, and Seungmin gladly does so. He lets out a soft breath and tilts his head to kiss Hyunjin.

Their lips slot together, and even though Seungmin was hungry before, he gets lost in his boyfriend’s lips and doesn’t want to stop. Hyunjin lets him, so Seungmin kisses him until they’re both breathless and the sadness has finally disappeared from Hyunjin’s eyes. 

【3】

Hyunjin’s knee has healed, and his physical therapist has given him the green light to go dancing again, which means he’s a lot happier again. He’s participating in his dance crew’s choreographies again and Seungmin sees the fire in his eyes return.

It is both relieving and a little dizzying to Seungmin, because Hyunjin is attractive while dancing, and with the addition of his passionate gaze, Seungmin can’t help but get hot while watching him dance.

Seungmin isn’t the only person who thinks Hyunjin is beautiful, of course. Seungmin believes that only blind people or people who don’t know him can’t see that he’s attractive, but to Hyunjin, being conventionally beautiful isn’t always a blessing.

Even if he’s happy to dance again, after all, he still comes home with a gloomy look on his face. Seungmin closes the book he’s reading and approaches his boyfriend for a hug. Hyunjin slumps into his arms with a long and deep sigh.

“Bad practice day? You didn’t hurt yourself again, did you?” Seungmin asks him. Hyunjin shakes his head, his nose dragging against Seungmin’s shoulder. 

“No, I didn't, but some of the dancers… I don't know. Maybe I should give up my center position for this one song,” he mumbles. Seungmin frowns. 

“Why? Are you not confident? I thought you loved these songs,” he says with a hum. Hyunjin sighs again, and Seungmin feels like he’ll lose his soul if he keeps going. 

“That’s not it. It’s just that the others are saying I get put in the center position because I happen to have the looks and catch attention,” he explains, raising his head to show Seungmin his watery eyes. Seungmin’s heart clenches. “I don’t know. What if they’re right?”

“What if they’re not? And what’s wrong with looking beautiful and catching attention?” he questions. Hyunjin shrugs half-heartedly, eyes down at his feet.

“Well, the center position is usually for the people who dance beautifully,” he says. Seungmin clicks his tongue and taps Hyunjin’s nose. Hyunjin whines. “I know! I know it’s a stupid thing to be upset about. Oh people hate that I’m handsome huu huu. I just…”

“It’s not stupid!” Seungmin immediately retorts, cutting Hyunjin off. “You cannot help how you look, nor can you help how people react to that. Even if the choreographer wants to put you in the center solely because you look good, how is that your fault? You know you're working your ass off dancing, to be elegant, to catch attention because of your dance. So what else do they want? What else do you want from yourself?” 

Seungmin takes a deep breath. He's get worked up. Hyunjin simply blinks at him. Then, he sighs. “I— I don't know.”

“Then you shouldn't waste your breath on them. If they think you aren't supposed to be in the center position, then they should talk to the choreographer. You should focus only on the opinions of people you care about,” he says, lowering his voice and willing his heart to calm down. 

“You're so wise, my singer,” Hyunjin says, a watery smile appearing on his face. The sun is finally peeking through the clouds again. “But how do I tell myself that my dance mates aren't important?”

“Well, maybe think about how I don't want to be equally important to you as those ass hats?” Seungmin points out with a chuckle. “I hope you know that I do have a lot of respect for you.”

Hyunjin beams, hearing those words. Seungmin might need some sunglasses. “You're so right, Seungmin. Please forgive me for being so silly.”

“You're not silly, idiot,” Seungmin tells him, trying to be stern, but he fails, his voice sounding way too soft and fond. He supposes it reflects his feelings.

“Okay, well, thank you for always cheering me up, then,” Hyunjin says with a light chuckle. The man presses a fat kiss on Seungmin’s cheek, and Seungmin kisses him on the lips in return.

Hyunjin smiles against Seungmin’s lips, and Seungmin briefly wonders how it’s possible that he can cheer him up this easily. He must have done something right in his past life to be this lucky. 

Hyunjin kisses him back with waves of confidence, then longing. Seungmin tangles his fingers into Hyunjin’s long yet sweaty locks to pull him closer. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“You know…” Hyunjin parts, but only slightly. He has a small smirk on his face. “You’re kinda hot when you comfort me.”

Seungmin laughs in surprise, but his heart speeds up. “That’s because you have a thing for sappiness and emotional connections,” he retorts. Hyunjin grins.

“So what? Are you kinkshaming me?” Hyunjin pulls a half-hearted glare, but it only makes Seungmin laugh. Seungmin shakes his head.

“Go take a shower and see how you feel after, all right? You’re sweaty,” he says, gently pushing against his boyfriend’s shoulder. Hyunjin deflates and relents. Seungmin can tell that he’s tired, but that’s all good, because even when Hyunjin is tired, he’s very loving and sweet. (And open to making out, so Seungmin guesses that he keeps winning.)

【+1】 

“Seungmin-ah! Oh, my singer, my singer!” Hyunjin calls out as soon as Seungmin comes home from his lessons. He looks freshly showered, and a bit upset, but not quite. Seungmin wonders what’s up as Hyunjin lets himself fall into his arms, becoming a sack of potatoes.

“Yes, flour boy?” Seungmin tilts his head, smiles when Hyunjin caresses his head. “My day was pretty boring, but I assume yours was a bit more emotionally eventful?”

“It was. Well. Practice was frustrating as fuck. It’s just not going so well with the crew and this group choreography. The teacher expects way too much from us, considering the group has only been practicing together for a day,” Hyunjin tells him with a sigh. “And I tried not to be upset by it, and then I remembered how you always cheer me up and how you’re always so sweet and wise and you always know what to say…”

Seungmin’s face grows warm because of Hyunjin’s sudden compliments, and he briefly wonders where Hyunjin is heading with this. “So, you missed me?”

“Yes, because then I took a moment to practice alone—I was so fed up with the group, and I wanted to practice some solo dance—but then you wouldn’t leave my thoughts, and I wished you were there to see me and uugghhh,” Hyunjin groans as he kisses Seungmin square on the lips. Seungmin can’t help but smile, but his stomach flutters with the way Hyunjin presses himself against him. “I danced to that song you sang the other day, the RnB one I convinced you to sing.”

Seungmin swallows, a blush creeping up his neck when he remembers. He doesn’t usually sing sensual songs, but he liked the challenge, liked how Hyunjin free-styled when he sang it. He wishes he could have seen him today, he knows he looked amazing.

“So, do you want to talk it out this time, or did you have something else in mind?” Seungmin remembers how Hyunjin said that him cheering him up and comforting him was hot, and, well, he feels like Hyunjin still feels that way. There's something longing in his eyes. “Are you just sad right now or is there something else?”

“It’s mostly that I missed you,” Hyunjin admits, trailing a finger along Seungmin’s shoulder, towards his neck, up to his jaw. Seungmin shivers, goosebumps making the hairs on his arms stand on end. “I’m frustrated too. Annoyed. Sad about not doing well with the group, but also sad that you couldn’t see me dance today. I just wanna be…”

Hyunjin trails off, but Seungmin can see a familiar little twinkle in Hyunjin’s eyes. Hyunjin cups Seungmin’s jaw. “I just want you to shut up my thoughts and kiss me, you get me?”

“Yeah,” Seungmin says, leaning into Hyunjin’s gentle touch. A rush of love for Hyunjin makes him shudder, fills him with the need to spoil him. He wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s waist and squeezes him. “Come with me, I’ll take care of you, all right?”

Hyunjin smiles, fondly yet alluringly. Seungmin is stupidly in love with him, and the way Hyunjin looks at him makes him feel like the feeling is mutual. 

Seungmin pulls Hyunjin to the bedroom with him, pushes him onto the bed and excuses himself to go wash his hands before joining his impatient boyfriend and kissing him. They start slow, just a steady dance of their lips, hands caressing each other’s sides, but there’s an edge to it, an edge of excitement and anticipation.

After a while, Hyunjin starts to kiss him back with hunger, sparking a fire in Seungmin’s veins. Hyunjin cups Seungmin’s face, and Seungmin squeezes his boyfriend’s waist, dipping his tongue between Hyunjin’s lips, hoping to wipe every single bad thought from his mind.

Even though Seungmin told Hyunjin that he’d take care of him, it’s clear that Hyunjin still pays attention to his pleasure as well, his fingers roaming Seungmin’s chest and pressing into his sensitive spots. It only spurs Seungmin on to kiss him even more deeply. 

“Ah—Seungmin-ah, darling, I want you,” Hyunjin whispers, running his fingers through Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin can tell that he needs to unwind, that he needs Seungmin to take over for a moment and untangle him. 

Seungmin needs it, too. He needs a change of pace, and taking care of Hyunjin is a way for him to relax as well. “You have me, Hyunjin-ah. Don’t worry.”

Seungmin presses kisses along Hyunjin’s face until the latter relaxes under him. He kisses Hyunjin’s neck, slowly bringing his hands under the man’s tee, thumbing his lower abdomen before trailing upwards and he caresses his stomach and chest. 

Hyunjin lets out soft breaths as Seungmin kisses him and slowly peels off his clothes, gently guiding him into that headspace he knows Hyunjin needs every once in a while. First, he takes off Hyunjin’s shirt. Then, as Hyunjin caresses his back under his sweater, he takes off his own. 

Their trousers come off next, and afterwards, Seungmin sits against the headboard and pulls Hyunjin onto his lap. Hyunjin likes to be close, and this way, Seungmin’s wrists hurt less while fingering him open, so he happily lets Hyunjin cuddle him while in his lap.

He can’t help but smile when he meets Hyunjin’s loving eyes. Seungmin tilts his head to kiss him, sighs when Hyunjin starts rolling his hips. Seungmin blindly reaches for the nightstand to grab some lube, unwilling to part from Hyunjin’s plump lips so that he can see.

Hyunjin keeps rolling his hips, building up the heat between them as Seungmin explores his mouth, the lube lying forgotten next to him on the sheets. Hyunjin whines into his mouth, rutting against him and making Seungmin go a little bit insane. 

They’re growing hard against each other, Hyunjin against his stomach, Seungmin between his ass cheeks. Seungmin caresses Hyunjin’s back before slipping his fingers into Hyunjin’s boxers, grabbing ahold of his butt.

“F-Fuck, Seungminnie-yah. Need your fingers,” Hyunjin whispers against Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin feels breathless as he nods. They sit up to discard their underwear, and Seungmin takes a moment to admire Hyunjin’s flushed body and erection. He's leaking a little, and Seungmin watches a drop trail down his length. 

Once Hyunjin is back on his lap, he uses one hand to keep Hyunjin’s cheeks spread and circles a lubed up finger around his hole with the other. Hyunjin sighs, kisses him again. He kisses Seungmin’s jaw, then busies himself with his neck as Seungmin pushes inside the first finger.

They gasp in unison, Seungmin because Hyunjin sucks on a sensitive spot below his ear, and Hyunjin because of the intrusion. Hyunjin keeps kissing along Seungmin’s neck as the latter fingers him open to prepare him.

He teases Hyunjin’s prostate, wanting him to feel good and not worry about a thing, but a tiny selfish part of him also wants to see him fall apart because of him. His stomach contracts in arousal as Hyunjin keeps grinding against him.

“Ah, Hyunjinnie-yah…” Seungmin gasps when Hyunjin bites down on the junction between his neck and shoulder, a spike of pleasure shooting down his spine. “Is it too much?”

“No, no, feels good. Thank you, love,” Hyunjin assures him between breathy kisses, soothing the bite. His pupils are dilated but he still looks beautifully mesmerizing. “Just really want you inside, Seungmin-ah.” 

“You have me inside,” Seungmin jokes, wiggling his fingers and grazing Hyunjin’s prostate in the process. His boyfriend groans but it turns into a moan. He arches his back and ruts against Seungmin’s sensitive erection, eliciting a whimper from him. 

“Seungmin, fuck me already,” Hyunjin laments and Seungmin snickers before placing a firm kiss on Hyunjin’s plump lips, pushing him back until he’s lying down, pulling his fingers out in the process, despite the way Hyunjin clenches down to keep him inside. Hyunjin caresses Seungmin’s shoulders, his back, his chest and butt, spurring him on to get going.

He parts to lube himself up, shuddering when he sees Hyunjin’s glazed over eyes, looking up at Seungmin with so much adoration. Seungmin feels like the luckiest man in the world, being able to take care of him and receive so much genuine love in return. 

“Ready, sweets?” Seungmin asks him with a kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin smiles and hums.

“Yes, please,” he whispers, wiggling his hips in anticipation. Seungmin grabs his hard dick and carefully presses it against Hyunjin’s rim, eliciting matching moans from both of them. 

Hyunjin tilts his hips as Seungmin slowly presses inside, his hands bracketing Hyunjin’s face. Seungmin meets Hyunjin’s fluttering gaze and he feels his cheeks burn. 

Hyunjin’s eyes grow watery, and Seungmin stops moving. He leans down to kiss Hyunjin’s cheeks. “Hey, does it hurt? Am I hurting you?” he asks in a soft voice. Hyunjin shakes his head.

“No, no, I just—” Hyunjin takes a deep breath and chuckles, his hands coming up to cradle Seungmin’s jaw. “Just a bit overwhelmed. In a good way.”

“I’m here for you. You can let go if you want,” Seungmin assures him, dipping down to press gentle pecks on Hyunjin’s eyelids. Hyunjin smiles as a tear drips down his cheek. 

Seungmin kisses the tears away and continues pushing inside until his hips are flush with Hyunjin’s butt. He sets a slow and deep pace, pistoning into Hyunjin, soft moans slipping from both of their lips. 

“You feel so good, Hyunjin-ah. Doing so well. Look so beautiful, so pretty,” he whispers as the coil in his abdomen tightens, hot arousal setting fire to his veins. Hyunjin’s skin is flushed, his hairline slightly sweaty, and he looks ethereal.

“Feels good, Seungmin-ah— Ah. Thank you— Love you s’much,” Hyunjin tells him, finally letting go and letting himself feel unapologetically. It makes Seungmin feel a bit choked up, too. 

“Love you too,” he assures him, pushing inside as deep as he can, the slow drag deliciously tight. He aims for Hyunjin’s prostate, grunting as he drops to his elbows and grabs Hyunjin’s leg to encourage him to wrap them around his waist. 

Hyunjin moans, throws his head back, and tightens his grip on Seungmin’s shoulder, his arms crossed over his back. Seungmin buries his nose in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I’m so lucky to have you, Hyunjinnie-yah. Thank you for being your beautiful self, for taking care of me by letting me take care of you.”

Hyunjin tangles his fingers into Seungmin’s hair and arches his back to meet his thrusts, clenching down at the right moments, reducing Seungmin’s mind to a pile of mush. 

“Nng, Seungmin-ah, are you close? Hmm— Ah. ‘M close,” Hyunjin says with a soft whine. Seungmin nods, picking up the pace just a little to get himself closer to the edge. 

“Me too. Y-You can come,” he assures him before dipping down and kissing Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s lips always drive Seungmin crazy, and this time is no different. The combination of Hyunjin’s pliant lips, his tight hole, and loving hands make Seungmin sudder.

He takes one of Hyunjin’s hands and uses it to jerk Hyunjin off together, because he’s just about to bust himself. Hyunjin clenches down and sends Seungmin spilling into him. Hyunjin gasps and tenses up while Seungmin tries to keep going to work himself through the high and take Hyunjin with him. 

Hyunjin orgasms with a high moan, just when Seungmin was starting to get overstimulated. He slows down his hips but keeps his hands moving to work Hyunjin through it, their fingers linked. 

Seungmin pants, and as soon as he notices Hyunjin’s brows and nose scrunch from overstimulation, he throws himself onto his back next to Hyunjin before pulling his boyfriend on top of him. Hyunjin complies, going slack to let Seungmin move him into a cuddling position.

They’re sticky and sweaty, but Seungmin doesn’t really care right now. 

“Hah, I love you so much, Seungminnie-yah. You’re amazing,” Hyunjin says with a deep and satified sigh. “You fuck me exactly how I need it in times like these—Slow, sweet, and mindnumbingly deep. A wet dream come true.” 

“You sap.” Seungmin giggles and slaps Hyunjin’s ass. “I like spoiling you every once in a while. I don’t know how you do it, but even like this — when you need some distraction and cheering up  — you’re a wet dream come true, too.”

“You feel like that because you’re in love with me~” Hyunjin smiles and looks up at Seungmin from where he’s lying on his chest, cheek pressed right below his collar. Seungmin huffs, but there’s nothing he can say to prove him wrong. Because he’s right.

“Hmmm. Yes, I suppose I am,” he admits instead. Hyunjin smiles brightly, but the way Seungmin can feel his pulse quicken under his hands betrays that Hyunjin feels a little more than just satisfied with that answer. 

“Do you feel better, Hyunjinnie-yah?” Seungmin asks him after a moment, mindlessly carding a hand through Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin hums.

“Yes. A lot,” he answers, tilting his head to press a kiss onto Seungmin’s jaw. “And I’d love to stay like this, but I feel like you want a shower.”

“I do,” Seungmin says with a chuckle. He grabs Hyunjin by the middle to roll him off of him before standing up, walking around to grab Hyunjin’s hands and pull him up with him. Their chests collide. “I’m used to sweaty hugs but that doesn’t mean I love them. We can still cuddle in the shower, though.”

Hyunjin smiles, bright as a clear day, not a cloud in sight. “God. I love you so much.”