10。this is what matters
this is what matters
Kwanghee/Siwan
PG ; 2640 w.
A/N: my newest otp (yet again, lol ;_;), hello! :)
I think you found my weakness
A slight of hand one look and I'm a mess
There's always something in the way
☆ Novice - Dancing In The Dark
It's nothing but another banal night of another usual day, the clock is ticking near two in the morning and most of them are already tucked in their beds while the rest are keeping themselves entertained by playing with their cellphones, laptops or nodding along to a tune on their ipods. Restlessness keeps Kwanghee awake as he looks around for someone to bother but he decides that he doesn't have the heart to when this is the only time of the day that they've been given rest. Today has not been one of the lightest days they've had, in fact, today has been one of the most tiring, which makes Kwanghee wonder why he's the only one who seems to be up for some late night mischief, adventures, the usual shenanigans that he is so fond of, etc.
Kwanghee looks around the room and is satisfied to find Siwan's bed empty, so he gets out of bed and leaves the room, curious to find out what Siwan's been up to. Kwanghee closes the door gently from behind and looks to his far right, sees Dongjun and Minwoo mindlessly watching television, their bodies sprawled out on the couch and their eyelids looking heavy. There's stray popcorn on the floor and Kwanghee almost walks towards them until he hears a running faucet to his left. Turning his head to the side, he finds the bathroom door open and Siwan's back facing him, the man brushing his teeth and wearing his favorite pink pajamas.
Kwanghee approaches the bathroom and enters without hesitation, locking the door behind him and meeting Siwan's shocked and curious expression as the man turns his head to look at his back. Kwanghee smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes and walks towards Siwan from behind, placing his hands firmly on Siwan's hips and pressing his body close. Before Siwan can even start to protest, Kwanghee's already planting soft kisses on the back of his neck, featherlight and pleasant. Kwanghee takes in Siwan's fresh scent, the man's body newly washed and his damp hair forming in clumps, water droplets hanging at the tips.
"W-what are you doing?" Siwan's mutters through his foam filled mouth, eyes wide and slightly threatening as he holds his toothbrush in mid-air and stares at Kwanghee through the mirror, the taller man's chin resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Kwanghee tightens his hold on Siwan's hips and slightly pushes his own hips forward, making the latter feel slightly flustered as his body forcedly gets pushed closer to the sink. Kwanghee's long fingers travel up to Siwan's waist before he wraps his arms around the man's slim middle, his arms warm and comforting.
"When can I actually get you alone like this?" Kwanghee teasingly breathes out against Siwan's neck, hot and heavy, "Don't worry, the others are already sleeping."
Siwan swiftly glances at the doorknob through the mirror, relieved to find it surely locked before he gargles water and spits it out on the sink for the last time, the insides of his mouth cool and refreshed.
"It's not like I have a choice," Siwan mutters coldy - it should be his exhaustion that must be wearing him out like this, he subconsciously thinks - as he washes his toothbrush and the cup he just used before putting them back accordingly to where they belong. He then realizes how much colder his words came out than he meant for them to sound like, so he rests his palms on Kwanghee's forearms and looks at him through the mirror, expectedly finding him looking like a sad puppy.
"I mean-," Siwan starts, his voice soft, and it's not like him to be as open and affectionate with his emotions as the man holding him. He slowly turns around and faces Kwanghee, his hands finding their rightful place on Kwanghee's shoulders as the latter pulls Siwan's body closer, fingers entwined at the small of Siwan's back.
"We," Siwan corrects, "we don't really have a choice, is what I meant."
Kwanghee pouts, his expressive eyes sad with concern. He lovingly pulls Siwan's body closer to his, so close that the latter's hands are forced to be wrapped around his neck. Kwanghee stares at their reflection on the mirror, his arms wrapped around the small of Siwan's back and the smaller man's arms wrapped around his neck. He shares a secret smile with his reflection, finding his other self smiling back contentedly as he feels Siwan sigh into his touch.
Siwan unwraps his arms around Kwanghee's neck and snakes them around Kwanghee's waist, buries his face on the crook of Kwanghee's neck and slowly walking them towards the bathroom wall. Kwanghee's back softly hits the surface and it hits him by pleasant surprise - it's rare to get Siwan like this, all huddled up and vulnerable in his arms.
It's rare to have time for this, "Hey," Kwanghee says and unwraps his arms around Siwan's waist, wrapping them around Siwan's slim frame in a warm embrace instead, "What's wrong?"
.
Siwan shakes his head and whispers a quiet, "Nothing," his hot breath and his damp hair tickling Kwanghee's neck.
Kwanghee sighs in resignation and holds Siwan closer, silently contemplating how nice it feels to be able to hold him like this, no blinding lights and flashing cameras and scrutinizing eyes mercilessly staring at their every movement.
"This would have been better if we were somewhere nice and beautiful and poetic, wouldn't it?" Kwanghee chuckles with his bright smile and his half-moon eyes as he squeezes Siwan tightly, swaying their bodies to the left and to the right.
Siwan would have gotten irritated with him but as time passed by, he realized and accepted the fact that Kwanghee likes showing his love through the affectionate gestures that he always seems to be giving him. Siwan's gotten so used to it that as much as he used to find them irritating, he has started to think that they're sort of, endearing.
"Not that this isn't good enough, I mean-" Kwanghee stutters, "I didn't mean anything by that, I'm just saying that it's sort of funny how we're doing this in a bathroom and it would be much better if we were somewhere else, like, on a bed, for example!"
Kwanghee feels Siwan's chest shake against his, weakly chuckling in secondhand embarrassment against his neck.
"I mean-, no! Nononono! I didn't mean it like that! I was just-" Kwanghee stutters and tries to defend himself but immediate thoughts and images filter his brain and he's suddenly thinking of their packed schedule and when in the world can they ever be alone? "But wait no, I mean, yes, yes, doing this on a bed would be pretty swell if you ask me, but-"
Kwanghee feels Siwan's face formed in a grin against his skin.
"But what i'm saying is," Kwanghee continues animatedly and feels his heart take a dive at what he's about to say, wondering what has gotten him so in love with the man he's holding in his arms, safe and tight and it feels so right all wrapped around each other like this and he doesn't want to think about the future, just wants to think about now and beautiful Siwan's chest heaving against his, his newly washed hair wetting his shoulder, his slender fingers pressed tightly at the back of his shirt.
"Don't be so down. Aren't you happy?" Kwanghee says so fully it makes Siwan's chest hurt, "As long as I'm with you, the place doesn't matter so much anymore. Anywhere with you and me like this, actually, is already the best thing that I could have right now."
Siwan feels his chest tighten involuntarily, thinking that Kwanghee must have a way with his words, how they're carefree and honest, though reckless at times, his words are genuine and straight from the heart. But at the same time, Siwan wants to throw punches at the man for being so goddamn cheesy, but the way his words inevitably pull at his heart strings and makes tears form at the back of his face - Siwan decides that he's in too far to solely blame it on exhaustion - hinders him from doing so, and maybe yes, yes, that does make him want to throw punches at Kwanghee, too, for having the ability to make him feel this way, lost and safe, in control and uncontrollable.
"Really," Kwanghee adds, "you can shoot me for sounding so disgusting, but it's the truth."
Siwan wonders why this man has taken a liking to him so much, wonders how this all started, wonders how this will all end. As best friends, time passes by and feelings grow, especially when lingering touches and stolen glances were shared too often with Siwan more on the receiving side, and it baffles him how Kwanghee managed to break down his strong walls and let himself in. Siwan never would have thought that they would work, but so far, they seem to be doing just fine.
"Where's the gun?" Siwan jokes, wearing a blank expression on his face as he mindlessly looks at his surroundings.
"Hey," Kwanghee playfully pinches Siwan's sides, emitting a light groan of pain from the man.
"Of course I'm happy," Siwan mutters, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the tips of his fingers lightly tapping on Kwanghee's jawline.
Kwanghee silently gazes at him with hooded eyes, watches the way Siwan's eyelashes flutter when he blinks, gazes at his full lips and notices the slight facial hair on the skin above his upper lip and notices how that and a little bit of acne still doesn't stop Kwanghee from wondering how someone could be so impossibly pretty for a man.
"You're so beautiful," Kwanghee says out of the blue as he gazes intently at Siwan, his voice deep and his eyes hooded and genuine.
Siwan's face stiffens slightly, the edge of his mouth bashfully quirked in flattery and embarrassment. He looks at Kwanghee strangely, finding the man looking like a lovestruck fool. Siwan can't help but laugh at him for looking like an idiot and before he knows it, Kwanghee grinning smugly and pinching his cheeks.
"There you go!" Kwanghee grins, satisfied with himself for making Siwan laugh and continues squeezing Siwan's cheeks so tight that he's afraid they'll be red once he stops, "Hi, I'm Mister Chic Idol and I'm so pretty!"
"Stop it," Siwan warns and his cheeks are starting to hurt but then Kwanghee starts kissing him and everything else is forgotten. Siwan closes his eyes and Kwanghee hesitates at first, the touch of their lips too soft and devoid of friction. They slowly pull away, the hunger in Kwanghee's eyes contagious and soon enough they're kissing and kissing, enjoying the sound of their lips when they touch.
As soon as Siwan shudders into their kiss and his mouth grants entrance to Kwanghee's tongue, Kwanghee decides that he can't contain himself any longer. Kwanghee switches their positions so that Siwan's back is on the bathroom wall. Their tongues wantonly slide against each others, mostly on Kwanghee's part, and he can imagine Siwan making fun of him later on for being so eager - the skin under Siwan's lower lip is already covered with saliva - but right now, he couldn't care less when Siwan's gripping on his clothes and moaning softly against his mouth.
Just about the time Siwan's fingers start lingering under Kwanghee's shirt and Kwanghee starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of Siwan's pyjamas, there's a startling knock on the door.
"Hyung?" Minwoo calls out and insistently knocks on the door, "Hyung? I need to pee!"
Siwan freezes, and Kwanghee knows just how much Siwan doesn't like getting caught like this, thinking that they're being a burden to the others.
"Go to the other bathroom!" Kwanghee shouts immediately, tightening his grip on Siwan's waist a bit possessively.
"Somebody's using it!"
"Aish," Siwan softly pushes himself away from Kwanghee, making the latter pout.
"Hurry, please!" Minwoo whines, awkwardly bending and putting his legs together, his face in pain, "I'm going to die..."
Siwan looks at Kwanghee and places his hands on his waist, as if to say we shouldn't have done this, I thought you said everyone was asleep?
"It's okay!" Kwanghee whispers reassuringly and pulls the man towards him again, wrapping his arms around Siwan's waist and smiling brilliantly, nodding his head enthusiastically as if what he's about to say will solve all their problems, "He knows!"
"That's not the point, hey!" Siwan mutters, trying to struggle free from Kwanghee's grasp, "This is all your fault."
"But I couldn't help it," Kwanghee pouts and sheepishly pushes their hips together.
"Hyung!" More banging on the door. "Hello! Did you die there or something?"
"Open the door first, then you go out," Kwanghee says, "Really, he won't notice a thing!"
Siwan glares at him and heads towards the door.
"Wait!" Kwanghee quickly grabs Siwan's wrist, pulls the man towards him and feverishly kisses Siwan's neck.
"Hey," Siwan can't help but be flustered amidst the frown on his face, tilting his jaw and trying to be freed from Kwanghee's grasp at the same time, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Give me," Kwanghee says in between planting kisses, "one last," on Siwan's jawline, "kiss," on Siwan's neck. "Please?"
"Hyung," Minwoo's whining is already starting to sound pitiful, Siwan imagines him crouching in pain beside the bathroom door.
"Fine," Siwan mutters, wraps his arms around Kwanghee's neck and gives him quick pecks on the lips. Kwanghee smiles between the kisses and mischievously turns them around so Siwan's back is facing the wall, Kwanghee cornering him, and gingerly buttoning back the buttons of Siwan's pajamas and at the same time, taking all the kisses that he could get.
Siwan suddenly ducks free from Kwanghee's hold and everything happens too fast. Siwan unlocks the doorknob, Minwoo bangs the door open and heads straight to the toilet while Siwan leaves the bathroom in the speed of light.
Kwanghee's still recovering from the change of events and the touch of Siwan's lips against his, his mouth forming in a sheepish smile.
"Hyung," Minwoo turns to look at his back and starts laughing happily, his eyes half-lidded and his jaw slack, "Why are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing!" Kwanghee laughs it off and waves his hands in front of him. "Sorry, Minwoo-ah. I was just..." Kwanghee can't come up with words to say but Minwoo, thankfully, seems to be too busy relieving himself that what he's about to say will be ignored anyway so he decides to keep his mouth shut.
When Minwoo's done doing his business and has finished cleaning up, they find Dongjun standing outside the bathroom looking sharp eyed from his nap, his hair sticking out in different directions and finger poised in mid-air as he frowns at them in confusion, looking like he's having an incredibly hard time trying to connect the dots.
"Time to sleep, Dongjun-ah!" Kwanghee pinches Dongjun's cheeks and wraps his arm around the youngest's shoulders.
Mindfuck, Dongjun thinks, shoving his thoughts to the back of his head as he lets Kwanghee walk them towards their bedroom.
§
Siwan dreams of Kwanghee that night, but the sequence, he's not so sure of. He dreams of ruffled sheets, his hands against Kwanghee's naked body, their bodies sweating, eyes quiet, white stillness, fingers wandering. The next thing he knows is that it's winter by the way the wind chills their bones, the rays of sunlight falling beautifully on their eyelashes, and he and Kwanghee, they were strolling along a nameless park with bright-eyed children laughing and playing on swings and it all felt so perfect, like an alternate universe where nothing else mattered, but what he remembers most is that he and Kwanghee, like two lovers on their usual walk on a snowy day, they were holding hands, their fingers intertwined, and they didn't have the slightest care in the world.
Kwanghee/Siwan
PG ; 2640 w.
A/N: my newest otp (yet again, lol ;_;), hello! :)
I think you found my weakness
A slight of hand one look and I'm a mess
There's always something in the way
☆ Novice - Dancing In The Dark
It's nothing but another banal night of another usual day, the clock is ticking near two in the morning and most of them are already tucked in their beds while the rest are keeping themselves entertained by playing with their cellphones, laptops or nodding along to a tune on their ipods. Restlessness keeps Kwanghee awake as he looks around for someone to bother but he decides that he doesn't have the heart to when this is the only time of the day that they've been given rest. Today has not been one of the lightest days they've had, in fact, today has been one of the most tiring, which makes Kwanghee wonder why he's the only one who seems to be up for some late night mischief, adventures, the usual shenanigans that he is so fond of, etc.
Kwanghee looks around the room and is satisfied to find Siwan's bed empty, so he gets out of bed and leaves the room, curious to find out what Siwan's been up to. Kwanghee closes the door gently from behind and looks to his far right, sees Dongjun and Minwoo mindlessly watching television, their bodies sprawled out on the couch and their eyelids looking heavy. There's stray popcorn on the floor and Kwanghee almost walks towards them until he hears a running faucet to his left. Turning his head to the side, he finds the bathroom door open and Siwan's back facing him, the man brushing his teeth and wearing his favorite pink pajamas.
Kwanghee approaches the bathroom and enters without hesitation, locking the door behind him and meeting Siwan's shocked and curious expression as the man turns his head to look at his back. Kwanghee smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes and walks towards Siwan from behind, placing his hands firmly on Siwan's hips and pressing his body close. Before Siwan can even start to protest, Kwanghee's already planting soft kisses on the back of his neck, featherlight and pleasant. Kwanghee takes in Siwan's fresh scent, the man's body newly washed and his damp hair forming in clumps, water droplets hanging at the tips.
"W-what are you doing?" Siwan's mutters through his foam filled mouth, eyes wide and slightly threatening as he holds his toothbrush in mid-air and stares at Kwanghee through the mirror, the taller man's chin resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Kwanghee tightens his hold on Siwan's hips and slightly pushes his own hips forward, making the latter feel slightly flustered as his body forcedly gets pushed closer to the sink. Kwanghee's long fingers travel up to Siwan's waist before he wraps his arms around the man's slim middle, his arms warm and comforting.
"When can I actually get you alone like this?" Kwanghee teasingly breathes out against Siwan's neck, hot and heavy, "Don't worry, the others are already sleeping."
Siwan swiftly glances at the doorknob through the mirror, relieved to find it surely locked before he gargles water and spits it out on the sink for the last time, the insides of his mouth cool and refreshed.
"It's not like I have a choice," Siwan mutters coldy - it should be his exhaustion that must be wearing him out like this, he subconsciously thinks - as he washes his toothbrush and the cup he just used before putting them back accordingly to where they belong. He then realizes how much colder his words came out than he meant for them to sound like, so he rests his palms on Kwanghee's forearms and looks at him through the mirror, expectedly finding him looking like a sad puppy.
"I mean-," Siwan starts, his voice soft, and it's not like him to be as open and affectionate with his emotions as the man holding him. He slowly turns around and faces Kwanghee, his hands finding their rightful place on Kwanghee's shoulders as the latter pulls Siwan's body closer, fingers entwined at the small of Siwan's back.
"We," Siwan corrects, "we don't really have a choice, is what I meant."
Kwanghee pouts, his expressive eyes sad with concern. He lovingly pulls Siwan's body closer to his, so close that the latter's hands are forced to be wrapped around his neck. Kwanghee stares at their reflection on the mirror, his arms wrapped around the small of Siwan's back and the smaller man's arms wrapped around his neck. He shares a secret smile with his reflection, finding his other self smiling back contentedly as he feels Siwan sigh into his touch.
Siwan unwraps his arms around Kwanghee's neck and snakes them around Kwanghee's waist, buries his face on the crook of Kwanghee's neck and slowly walking them towards the bathroom wall. Kwanghee's back softly hits the surface and it hits him by pleasant surprise - it's rare to get Siwan like this, all huddled up and vulnerable in his arms.
It's rare to have time for this, "Hey," Kwanghee says and unwraps his arms around Siwan's waist, wrapping them around Siwan's slim frame in a warm embrace instead, "What's wrong?"
.
Siwan shakes his head and whispers a quiet, "Nothing," his hot breath and his damp hair tickling Kwanghee's neck.
Kwanghee sighs in resignation and holds Siwan closer, silently contemplating how nice it feels to be able to hold him like this, no blinding lights and flashing cameras and scrutinizing eyes mercilessly staring at their every movement.
"This would have been better if we were somewhere nice and beautiful and poetic, wouldn't it?" Kwanghee chuckles with his bright smile and his half-moon eyes as he squeezes Siwan tightly, swaying their bodies to the left and to the right.
Siwan would have gotten irritated with him but as time passed by, he realized and accepted the fact that Kwanghee likes showing his love through the affectionate gestures that he always seems to be giving him. Siwan's gotten so used to it that as much as he used to find them irritating, he has started to think that they're sort of, endearing.
"Not that this isn't good enough, I mean-" Kwanghee stutters, "I didn't mean anything by that, I'm just saying that it's sort of funny how we're doing this in a bathroom and it would be much better if we were somewhere else, like, on a bed, for example!"
Kwanghee feels Siwan's chest shake against his, weakly chuckling in secondhand embarrassment against his neck.
"I mean-, no! Nononono! I didn't mean it like that! I was just-" Kwanghee stutters and tries to defend himself but immediate thoughts and images filter his brain and he's suddenly thinking of their packed schedule and when in the world can they ever be alone? "But wait no, I mean, yes, yes, doing this on a bed would be pretty swell if you ask me, but-"
Kwanghee feels Siwan's face formed in a grin against his skin.
"But what i'm saying is," Kwanghee continues animatedly and feels his heart take a dive at what he's about to say, wondering what has gotten him so in love with the man he's holding in his arms, safe and tight and it feels so right all wrapped around each other like this and he doesn't want to think about the future, just wants to think about now and beautiful Siwan's chest heaving against his, his newly washed hair wetting his shoulder, his slender fingers pressed tightly at the back of his shirt.
"Don't be so down. Aren't you happy?" Kwanghee says so fully it makes Siwan's chest hurt, "As long as I'm with you, the place doesn't matter so much anymore. Anywhere with you and me like this, actually, is already the best thing that I could have right now."
Siwan feels his chest tighten involuntarily, thinking that Kwanghee must have a way with his words, how they're carefree and honest, though reckless at times, his words are genuine and straight from the heart. But at the same time, Siwan wants to throw punches at the man for being so goddamn cheesy, but the way his words inevitably pull at his heart strings and makes tears form at the back of his face - Siwan decides that he's in too far to solely blame it on exhaustion - hinders him from doing so, and maybe yes, yes, that does make him want to throw punches at Kwanghee, too, for having the ability to make him feel this way, lost and safe, in control and uncontrollable.
"Really," Kwanghee adds, "you can shoot me for sounding so disgusting, but it's the truth."
Siwan wonders why this man has taken a liking to him so much, wonders how this all started, wonders how this will all end. As best friends, time passes by and feelings grow, especially when lingering touches and stolen glances were shared too often with Siwan more on the receiving side, and it baffles him how Kwanghee managed to break down his strong walls and let himself in. Siwan never would have thought that they would work, but so far, they seem to be doing just fine.
"Where's the gun?" Siwan jokes, wearing a blank expression on his face as he mindlessly looks at his surroundings.
"Hey," Kwanghee playfully pinches Siwan's sides, emitting a light groan of pain from the man.
"Of course I'm happy," Siwan mutters, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the tips of his fingers lightly tapping on Kwanghee's jawline.
Kwanghee silently gazes at him with hooded eyes, watches the way Siwan's eyelashes flutter when he blinks, gazes at his full lips and notices the slight facial hair on the skin above his upper lip and notices how that and a little bit of acne still doesn't stop Kwanghee from wondering how someone could be so impossibly pretty for a man.
"You're so beautiful," Kwanghee says out of the blue as he gazes intently at Siwan, his voice deep and his eyes hooded and genuine.
Siwan's face stiffens slightly, the edge of his mouth bashfully quirked in flattery and embarrassment. He looks at Kwanghee strangely, finding the man looking like a lovestruck fool. Siwan can't help but laugh at him for looking like an idiot and before he knows it, Kwanghee grinning smugly and pinching his cheeks.
"There you go!" Kwanghee grins, satisfied with himself for making Siwan laugh and continues squeezing Siwan's cheeks so tight that he's afraid they'll be red once he stops, "Hi, I'm Mister Chic Idol and I'm so pretty!"
"Stop it," Siwan warns and his cheeks are starting to hurt but then Kwanghee starts kissing him and everything else is forgotten. Siwan closes his eyes and Kwanghee hesitates at first, the touch of their lips too soft and devoid of friction. They slowly pull away, the hunger in Kwanghee's eyes contagious and soon enough they're kissing and kissing, enjoying the sound of their lips when they touch.
As soon as Siwan shudders into their kiss and his mouth grants entrance to Kwanghee's tongue, Kwanghee decides that he can't contain himself any longer. Kwanghee switches their positions so that Siwan's back is on the bathroom wall. Their tongues wantonly slide against each others, mostly on Kwanghee's part, and he can imagine Siwan making fun of him later on for being so eager - the skin under Siwan's lower lip is already covered with saliva - but right now, he couldn't care less when Siwan's gripping on his clothes and moaning softly against his mouth.
Just about the time Siwan's fingers start lingering under Kwanghee's shirt and Kwanghee starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of Siwan's pyjamas, there's a startling knock on the door.
"Hyung?" Minwoo calls out and insistently knocks on the door, "Hyung? I need to pee!"
Siwan freezes, and Kwanghee knows just how much Siwan doesn't like getting caught like this, thinking that they're being a burden to the others.
"Go to the other bathroom!" Kwanghee shouts immediately, tightening his grip on Siwan's waist a bit possessively.
"Somebody's using it!"
"Aish," Siwan softly pushes himself away from Kwanghee, making the latter pout.
"Hurry, please!" Minwoo whines, awkwardly bending and putting his legs together, his face in pain, "I'm going to die..."
Siwan looks at Kwanghee and places his hands on his waist, as if to say we shouldn't have done this, I thought you said everyone was asleep?
"It's okay!" Kwanghee whispers reassuringly and pulls the man towards him again, wrapping his arms around Siwan's waist and smiling brilliantly, nodding his head enthusiastically as if what he's about to say will solve all their problems, "He knows!"
"That's not the point, hey!" Siwan mutters, trying to struggle free from Kwanghee's grasp, "This is all your fault."
"But I couldn't help it," Kwanghee pouts and sheepishly pushes their hips together.
"Hyung!" More banging on the door. "Hello! Did you die there or something?"
"Open the door first, then you go out," Kwanghee says, "Really, he won't notice a thing!"
Siwan glares at him and heads towards the door.
"Wait!" Kwanghee quickly grabs Siwan's wrist, pulls the man towards him and feverishly kisses Siwan's neck.
"Hey," Siwan can't help but be flustered amidst the frown on his face, tilting his jaw and trying to be freed from Kwanghee's grasp at the same time, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Give me," Kwanghee says in between planting kisses, "one last," on Siwan's jawline, "kiss," on Siwan's neck. "Please?"
"Hyung," Minwoo's whining is already starting to sound pitiful, Siwan imagines him crouching in pain beside the bathroom door.
"Fine," Siwan mutters, wraps his arms around Kwanghee's neck and gives him quick pecks on the lips. Kwanghee smiles between the kisses and mischievously turns them around so Siwan's back is facing the wall, Kwanghee cornering him, and gingerly buttoning back the buttons of Siwan's pajamas and at the same time, taking all the kisses that he could get.
Siwan suddenly ducks free from Kwanghee's hold and everything happens too fast. Siwan unlocks the doorknob, Minwoo bangs the door open and heads straight to the toilet while Siwan leaves the bathroom in the speed of light.
Kwanghee's still recovering from the change of events and the touch of Siwan's lips against his, his mouth forming in a sheepish smile.
"Hyung," Minwoo turns to look at his back and starts laughing happily, his eyes half-lidded and his jaw slack, "Why are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing!" Kwanghee laughs it off and waves his hands in front of him. "Sorry, Minwoo-ah. I was just..." Kwanghee can't come up with words to say but Minwoo, thankfully, seems to be too busy relieving himself that what he's about to say will be ignored anyway so he decides to keep his mouth shut.
When Minwoo's done doing his business and has finished cleaning up, they find Dongjun standing outside the bathroom looking sharp eyed from his nap, his hair sticking out in different directions and finger poised in mid-air as he frowns at them in confusion, looking like he's having an incredibly hard time trying to connect the dots.
"Time to sleep, Dongjun-ah!" Kwanghee pinches Dongjun's cheeks and wraps his arm around the youngest's shoulders.
Mindfuck, Dongjun thinks, shoving his thoughts to the back of his head as he lets Kwanghee walk them towards their bedroom.
§
Siwan dreams of Kwanghee that night, but the sequence, he's not so sure of. He dreams of ruffled sheets, his hands against Kwanghee's naked body, their bodies sweating, eyes quiet, white stillness, fingers wandering. The next thing he knows is that it's winter by the way the wind chills their bones, the rays of sunlight falling beautifully on their eyelashes, and he and Kwanghee, they were strolling along a nameless park with bright-eyed children laughing and playing on swings and it all felt so perfect, like an alternate universe where nothing else mattered, but what he remembers most is that he and Kwanghee, like two lovers on their usual walk on a snowy day, they were holding hands, their fingers intertwined, and they didn't have the slightest care in the world.