Stars in the Sky (I’ll Bring Them for You) 3/3

[randomkyuu]

For the barest moment after he awoke, the small, dark room was unfamiliar to Yoseob, foreign without the muffled breathing of five other individuals, too close to the ground- and then he remembered he was back home, in his old room, his old bed, on the last day of his lunar new year holiday before he was ferried back to real life, back to his Oh My School filming and mind-numbing Japanese pronunciation practice and musical rehearsals.

He wouldn't have been so distraught, either, at his dick laying hard between his legs, if the dream-fuzzy memories of why it was that way didn't have Yoseob wanting to curl up in shame, wanting to bash his head against the wall until Junhyung's slack lips and trailing fingers and the grooves of his collarbone were jostled from his mind.

Yoseob stared across the empty, dark room, his dick so heavy and aching it was borderline painful; it would be near impossible to fall back asleep with any kind of ease. And god, he was so fed up with his mind doing this to him, so fed up with the bubbling mess of embarrassment and frustration and arousal knocking around his chest and he was already hating himself for what he was about to do as he rolled onto his back, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats, hauled them down to his thighs.

He was intending to keep it as far away from his thoughts as possible, but as soon as he wrapped his hand around his dick, Yoseob swore he lost control of his own mind. Jumping to the front of his brain was Junhyung, the bare lines of his shoulders dipping as he ducked his head down, sunk his teeth into the inside of Yoseob's thigh; Yoseob slid his eyes shut against the shame that burned him as a wave of heat rode down from his gut, flushing through his dick.

He couldn't stop; he imagined Junhyung hovering over him, sliding their bare skin together as he ground his hips down. Yoseob's own hips jerked up, just a little bit, and he gripped himself harder than he meant to. The thought of Junhyung's tongue flicking out, coming down warm and wet against Yoseob's dick, those lips opening to swallow him had Yoseob pumping himself faster, faster, the heat spreading down to his quivering thighs.

In an instant his images flipped, shifted, and he was the one kneeling in front of Junhyung, taking Junhyung's dick in his hand, smooth and hard and heavy; he slid his tongue down with a bravery he just didn't have in real life, watching Junhyung's mouth part, his breath shudder out, his eyes roll into his head, fuck-

Yoseob's orgasm hit him with no warning, bucking through him, come spurting out over his stomach and t-shirt before he could even think about reaching over to grab a tissue from his nightstand. He laid there, reeling, until he finally came back to himself enough to snag about five tissues and mop up the mess on his skin.

The loathing hit him as he pulled his soiled t-shirt off, sinking into his gut like lead. He shoved on a fresh t-shirt, stomach twisting and churning, and crept out in the hall, down to the bathroom to flush his tissues, to wash the shirt in his hands as best he could under the faucet.

As he crawled back in bed, pulled the covers up, stared unseeing up at his ceiling, Yoseob felt the betrayal of his friendship sear into his brain, his skin, telling him he was the scum of the earth.

He didn't get much more sleep that night.
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Truthfully, Yoseob didn't know what to call the dreams about his One anymore, or if he should have ever called them that.

His first dream, his bright, giddy rush of the girl he could almost recall bore no resemblance to what he dreamed of now- instead being filled with details of a mysterious girl who never revealed herself, Yoseob couldn't recall a single thing, not the curve of a shoulder or the line of a skirt or a flash of pale skin. He wasn't even sure he was dreaming of the same person. Now, though, he was filled with this maddening sense of the familiar, that the face he'd never been able to see was within his grasp, if only he could reach out, grab on to the figure that plagued his mind.

He had long ago thrown out the hopeful fantasy that these dreams were a sign, an omen that he would be bumping into his One on the street the next day. Maybe that was why the dreams had stopped taking him through a rush of disappointment after each one showed up with less detail than the last. Now, the dreams left him confused, itching with curiosity, simmering with a restless, frustrated kind of energy. Not that he wouldn't take these dreams any day over the other dreams his bastard brain supplied him with, but still.

And that was where Yoseob was tonight, unable to sleep, idly pawing through the fridge with no intention of actually grabbing anything.

The muffled thump of footsteps were approaching, and Yoseob turned in time to see Hyunseung appear in the doorway, his eyes immediately catching on Hyunseung's very new, very orange hair. "Hey," Yoseob greeted quietly, making a split decision to snag a bottle of water before he swung the fridge door shut.

"Hey," Hyunseung returned, staring at Yoseob as he unscrewed the cap on the bottle.

"What are you thinking about?" It was Hyunseung's way of asking what was up with him, and Yoseob paused, wondering how to explain his muddled dream situation, or if he should even bother.

"You know those dreams I used to have, where I thought I was seeing my One?" Yoseob shuffled over to the counter to have something to lean against, and Hyunseung followed behind, nodding to Yoseob's question. Yoseob sighed, plunking the bottle in his hand down next to him and leaning back.

"Well, I kinda still have them, except now I can't ever see anything, but it just feels like, I dunno....before, it was this mysterious girl, and now it feels....closer? Like I might actually see their face. But I can't."

Yoseob crossed his arms loosely over his chest as Hyunseung rested his lanky elbows on the counter. "It just puts me in a weird mood whenever I have a dream like that. But whatever, right? I'm talking to the guy that doesn't believe in people finding their Ones." His mouth tugged up in a little grin to let Hyunseung know he wasn't serious.

"I never said I didn't believe in it," Hyunseung retorted, bringing his hand up to rest his chin there, "I just said it's unlikely. But who knows?"

"Who knows?" Yoseob repeated, raising his eyebrow at the flip.

Hyunseung nodded. "Yeah, who knows. The answer you're looking for might be closer than you think."

Yoseob barely kept the laugh in his throat as he reached for his water again. "Wow, look at you being all cryptic. What's that even supposed to mean?"

Hyunseung shrugged casually, but he broke away from Yoseob's gaze, falling down to survey their mess of a kitchen counter. "It doesn't have to mean anything. I'm just keeping all options open." Pushing himself up again, Hyunseung patted Yoseob on the arm. "C'mon, we should probably go to bed."

Yoseob snorted at the strange words, not altogether unexpected, considering who they were coming from. "Okay, weirdo," he teased, falling into step behind Hyunseung and flicking the kitchen light off on their way out.

Back in bed, Yoseob found himself mulling over Hyunseung's words; they didn't mean anything that made sense to him, and anyway, Hyunseung probably just said it to sound cool.

And even though he knew this, even though he knew he should just leave the nonsensical words for what they were, out of nowhere, Yoseob was struck with the completely and utterly ridiculous thought that Hyunseung knew something he didn't.
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The morning they were scheduled to fly to Japan for the second time in as many months for the Music Bank in Tokyo, Yoseob's dream changed yet again.

Cracking his eyes open, blanketless against the mid-July heat, Yoseob came the closest he ever had to catching the face in his dreams; it was stuck in the front of his brain, so close Yoseob could practically grab it. It was out of his reach, though, barely, just barely, and Yoseob knew it was going to drive him crazy.

Yoseob pushed himself up with a huff and habitually glanced to his left, noticing that Doojoon's bed was empty and Dongwoon's wasn't, as per usual. Judging by the muffled snores from below and the lack of bustling noise outside the bedroom, no one else was awake yet.

Sliding down his bunk ladder, Yoseob idly wondered if he should bother to take a shower, or just go slurp down some breakfast while he could. As he passed the middle bunk, his eyes drifted down to Junhyung, travelling over the other's half-kicked off blanket, the strip of stomach where his shirt rode up, his face, eyes slid shut and mouth slack with sleep.

And Yoseob's world tilted on its axis.

The face he'd been trying so hard to grab was suddenly thrown into his hands, filling out with a familiar jawline and nose and brow and mouth and he knew, in that instant, to the very core of everything he was, that Junhyung was his One.

It was nothing like what he'd dreamed of, what he'd imagined his whole life. He wasn't instantly filled to the brim, his mind wasn't bursting at the seams. It was more like his body had shifted, something deep within him clicking into place, filling a space he hadn't even known was empty, and he had never even known he'd been incomplete until the moment he wasn't.

It wasn't flooding, it wasn't crushing. It was a fact, as plain and simple as anything Yoseob had ever known. The ocean was blue, grass was green, and he would bring all the stars in the sky down for Junhyung if he could.

He took a step back, then another, and then he was stumbling out of the bedroom, barely registering the faint sounds of running water down the hall as he darted through the living room, the kitchen, all the way to the laundry room. He slipped into the tiny space, shut the door behind him, and sank to his knees.

Eventually, Yoseob realized it would raise some questions he didn't want to answer if one of the others found him crouched on the laundry room floor, two steps away from hyperventilating, so he pulled his insides together as tight as he could manage and peeked out the door, noting that the coast was clear.

He dashed through the living room again, stopping to cautiously poke his head into the changing room. Only Hyunseung and Kikwang were there, and Yoseob breathed an inner sigh of relief.

He threw off his pajamas and shucked clothes on in record time, extremely thankful that he'd packed the night before. After confirming that only Dongwoon was shuffling around the bedroom, Yoseob scooted out and retreated to the kitchen.

Yoseob didn't know what he was doing, honestly, he just knew that he couldn't look Junhyung in the eye yet, he just- he couldn't. Doojoon came in behind him to toss something in the trash, and Yoseob busied himself with opening the fridge, pretending to scan the contents.

Keeping an ear on the rest of the dorm, on Dongwoon's whining to Hyunseung and Doojoon on the phone with their manager and the clatter of everyone getting their last minute shit together, Yoseob thought he had everything accounted for when he shut the fridge and turned, coming face to face with Junhyung padding into the kitchen.

"Hey, are you r..." Junhyung's words died as he focused in on Yoseob, and that was it, Yoseob could barely breathe. Junhyung's gaze darted over his face, and oh god, Jun had always been able to decipher everything Yoseob wanted to hide; and right now, his face might as well be an open book, and even though Yoseob scrambled to close it, he knew there was no use.

Junhyung’s own expression shifted, his eyes stumbling, leaping with all those things Yoseob had never ever been able to put a name to, until that very moment.

"You know."

The words quivered out of Junhyung, barely more than a whisper, and of course Junhyung already knew, how had Yoseob not seen, how had he been so fucking oblivious-

"What are you guys doing?" Doojoon's voice jolted Yoseob back into reality, and he ripped his gaze away from Junhyung. Doojoon was peering around the corner into the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. "C'mon, we gotta go." He motioned at them with his hand, then disappeared out of sight.

Yoseob dared one more, bare glance at Junhyung, and then he was hightailing it out of the kitchen before Junhyung could speak another word.

Yoseob avoided Junhyung's gaze like it was a fucking art all throughout their ride to the airport, through boarding, over their two hour flight. He also had to act in some semblance of normalcy, which was a lot easier said than done, but he had it down well enough by the time they were on the road to Tokyo Dome for their rehearsal; and to his credit, Junhyung played along remarkably well.

In the hanging moments after their onstage practice, in the hours until the concert, Yoseob dwelled on his situation as much as he dared to. He was freaking out badly, he knew that, but he couldn't help it.

It wasn't Junhyung himself, god, of course it wasn't; but the expectations he'd held for so long were completely flipped. That image of the girl with the long, dark hair and the tinkering laugh didn't exist, had never existed- and in fact, no girl existed anymore; he would never settle down with a wife that would make his parents proud, he would never have kids of his own, and it was all buzzing through his head, weighing his chest down with crushing pressure.

In the stretch before they were set to perform, when Junhyung wasn't looking, Yoseob stole glances at him, wondering what was running through his head, how long he'd known. He put on the best facade he could while they were on stage, but he knew his movements were a little stiff, his expressions a little forced, and he found himself grateful that they were only performing two songs.

When the concert was over and they crowded, sweaty and exhausted, into a waiting room backstage to scarf down the takeout Yongbok-hyung bought them before they made their trek back to the hotel, Yoseob realized the grip in his chest had loosened somewhat, the anxiety coursing through him fizzled out with his adrenaline; so he was able to keep himself together when Yongbok-hyung did the coin toss to decide their room arrangements, and of course, he ended up being paired with Junhyung.

That didn't mean he had any idea what to say, though. Yoseob ended up standing there, awkward, suitcase in hand as Junhyung shut the hotel room door, watching Yoseob wordlessly, a note of caution spread over his face.

"Sorry," Yoseob blurted, tumbling from his mouth almost without his consent. Squeezing his eyes shut and breathing out a sigh at his stupidity, Yoseob tossed his suitcase onto one of the beds and turned to try again. "I mean- I know flipped out on you, and I didn't mean to, I just..."

A ghost of a smile flitted over Junhyung's face. "It's okay," he said, dropping his own suitcase at the foot of the other bed, "I spent two days moping in bed like a drama queen when I realized." He kicked his shoes off in the general direction of the door, where Yoseob's own shoes lay, and sank down to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Something snagged in Yoseob's head, a flickering light bulb, a slow dawning light. "You mean," he started, his voice faint, even to his own ears, and he took a few steps in Junhyung's direction, "That you've known since...."

"Since August fourteenth, 2009," Junhyung finished quietly, his eyes tracking Yoseob's approach; Yoseob was glad he was close to the bed because he near on collapsed next to Junhyung, floored by the weight of that knowledge. That was almost two years. Two years. Yoseob didn't think he could handle two days of this by himself, yet Junhyung, Junhyung-

"You were probably thinking the same things I thought in the beginning," Junhyung went on, his gaze in his lap, hands fidgeting. "I had this whole idea that my One was some gorgeous girl, and we'd have that moment where we looked at each other and knew... even if I was never lucky enough to meet her, I was still going to settle down with a nice woman, a good daughter-in-law for my parents." his fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt.

"It was hard for me to accept that those things were never gonna happen. I kept thinking, why this kid? Why him?"

Junhyung's fingers halted and he finally glanced up at Yoseob, his eyes overflowing with too many things, a hint of a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't think like that anymore."

That pressure was back in Yoseob's chest, twisting, crushing, but for a completely different reason.

"I'm sorry, Jun," he croaked out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for; logically, Yoseob knew he wasn't in control of when he became aware, that he had no way of knowing, but the mere thought of Junhyung enduring this by himself for so long was suffocating him from the inside out, he couldn't-

Junhyung said nothing, staring down at his lap again, eyes growing watery, glistening; he turned away from Yoseob, one hand coming up to slide over his mouth. His shoulders hitched in a tiny, near-silent sob, and that was when Yoseob broke.

Stumbling down to his knees in front of Junhyung, Yoseob scooted between his legs, wrapped his arms around Junhyung's middle, rested his head against Junhyung's chest.

There was only a second's hesitation before Junhyung's arms were coming down, snaking around Yoseob's shoulders and pulling him in tight, burying his nose in Yoseob's hair. The tremors wracking through Junhyung's body had Yoseob's throat clenched, had tears spilling in a mess from his own eyes, soaking Junhyung's shirt.

He had no idea how long they stayed like that, but eventually the hiccuping in Junhyung's chest slowed, the tears dried in Yoseob's lashes. Junhyung's hands slid down Yoseob's arms, tugging, and Yoseob followed, climbing up onto the bed as Junhyung scooted back, laid down, pulled Yoseob with him until they were facing each other on their sides, centimeters apart.

Yoseob sniffled the last of his crying bout away, peering up at Junhyung, and fuck, even with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, tear-tracked cheeks, Junhyung was gorgeous; and Yoseob realized he knew that already, had known weeks and months and years before this day, since maybe the very first time they met.

Junhyung's earlier words played through Yoseob's mind, and suddenly, it dawned on Yoseob where they differed. His mind had been a chaotic jumble, a desperate mess, but never during this entire whirlwind of a day, not even when he'd been crouched on the floor of the laundry room did he think why Junhyung?

And Yoseob knew; knew in the casual stretch of Junhyung's smile, the glint in his eyes, the rise and fall of his laughter; his dangerous wit and his quick tongue and his careful touch and the line of his shoulders and the curve of his lips and his never ending concern, in whatever wonderful thing inside him that gave and gave and never asked for a thing in return.

He had invaded Yoseob's thoughts, his dreams, his lungs and his blood and his bones- and Yoseob knew.

He was already in love.

Yoseob wasn't sure who started it, but suddenly Junhyung was leaning forward, and so was he, and their lips met somewhere in the middle, warm, tear-sticky; and the very last piece deep within Yoseob slotted into place.

They broke away after a long moment, pausing; Yoseob shuddered out a breath, pressed back in. When they pulled away again, it wasn't two seconds before Junhyung was back, his lips solid against Yoseob's, again, and again, and again.

Then Junhyung was kissing the corners of his mouth, his chin, across his cheeks and on the tip of his nose and between his eyes and over his forehead. He dipped down to plant his lips on Yoseob's neck, trail them over his jawline- and Yoseob's eyes burned again, just a bit, his stomach buzzing with incredible warmth.

After a few more lingering kisses, Junhyung dragged Yoseob out of bed with him so they could shed their sweaty clothes in favor of pajamas. Yoseob let out the most obnoxious wolf-whistle he could muster when Junhyung pulled his shirt off, and got the sweat-stained garment thrown in his face for his efforts.

In retaliation Yoseob followed Junhyung into the bathroom and fought to use the sink first, though Junhyung stuck hard and fast, and by the end of their battle there were puddles of water all over the counter, the floor, their pajamas, and they were wheezing with laughter.

When Junhyung slid into the hotel bed, scooted over, held the covers up for Yoseob to follow, Yoseob wasted no time diving in. And as Junhyung curled his arm around Yoseob, as Yoseob buried cheek in Junhyung's shoulder, pressed warm against Junhyung's side, he realized that he had it; he had the exact thing he'd been dreaming and wishing and thinking about for years.

And the dreams, well, they weren't even on the same planet as the real thing.
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The next day was their free day, their one day to relax before whirling through a fanmeeting event and another concert; and they all spent it like they usually did, shopping and sightseeing and eating everything they could get their hands on. Yoseob and Junhyung, though, had to play it safe, couldn't risk anything more than a brief linking of hands.

Yoseob didn't know how they were going to tell the others; hell, he was still a little shell-shocked that he had woken up this morning tangled in Junhyung's limbs, trailing his eyes over Junhyung's mussed hair, his slack mouth, the curve of his throat, listening to his breathy not-quite snores; the joy constricting Yoseob's chest had been an ache as deep as his bones.

Now that the shock was starting to fade a little, though, Yoseob was itching to pull Junhyung behind a billboard or around the corner of a building, out of sight of the others, away from the prying eyes of strangers, and kiss him til they couldn't think straight.

Not that it was any surprise, but by mid afternoon Doojoon was whining to go back to the hotel and take a nap, like the old man he was. After exchanging a quick glance, Junhyung and Yoseob agreed, and Kikwang too, though Hyunseung and Dongwoon wanted to stay and explore downtown. The two groups ended up going their separate ways, Hyunseung and Dongwoon with their manager and Yoseob, Junhyung and Kikwang with Doojoon back to the hotel.

Once the door was firmly shut behind them, their shoes kicked off, Yoseob and Junhyung stared at each other, silent, unmoving. Then Junhyung surged and Yoseob followed and they were kissing, hard, so different from the night before.

Junhyung crowded against Yoseob, backing him up towards the bed, and Yoseob didn't stop until his legs hit the mattress, til he was falling, Junhyung following him down, crouching over, capturing his mouth once more.

In a fit of boldness Yoseob parted his lips against Junhyung's, and Junhyung was quick to follow, sliding his tongue over Yoseob's, twisting and tangling and although Yoseob wasn't the most practiced at this, it was absolutely heady.

Breaking away, Junhyung reached up and yanked at his own t-shirt with an urgency Yoseob just now picked up on, an urgency that was winding up through his veins and beating fast against his chest; he hurried to wrestle off his shirt too, and as soon as they were both bare from the waist up Junhyung had Yoseob down against the mattress, kissing him deeply, dragging his lips down Yoseob's jaw, nipping at his throat, sucking on his collarbone- Yoseob barely had time to form a thought before Junhyung's hands were running down his chest, his abs, snagging at the waistband of his jeans and jerking the button open.

It was then that Junhyung came back to himself a little bit, freezing his hand, pulling his mouth off Yoseob's skin with a wet pop. "Is it okay-" Junhyung stumbled, lips parted, glazed eyes staring, hair wild, bare shoulders jutting as he leaned over Yoseob- and Yoseob was nearly bowled over with the pure want that crashed through him, flooding him down to his fingers and toes, stealing his very breath away.

"Yes," Yoseob shuddered out, "Fuck yes."

And that was all Junhyung needed to grip Yoseob's waistband again, jerk his jeans down, down, past Yoseob's ass, over his thighs, and a flush shivered over Yoseob, his heart speeding up wildly as his hard-on sprang free, tenting his boxers. When Yoseob's jeans were off and tossed over the side of the bed, Junhyung hurried to shuck off his own pants.

Yoseob didn't quite know what had come over him but it was blazing through him, searing his insides, and he reached down to hook into his boxers, canting his hips up as he tugged them down, off his legs, and even though Yoseob had never before been naked like this in front of another person, there was much more thrill running through him than fear.

Junhyung had managed to get his jeans off, but didn't get much farther; his eyes were glued to Yoseob, razing up and down his bare body, and Yoseob felt the pricklings of self-consciousness under his skin.

Falling over Yoseob again, Junhyung reached up and cupped his cheek. "Fuck," he rasped out, voice low and rough as he trailed his fingers down the curve of Yoseob's neck, his collarbone, his chest, "You're perfect." Junhyung bent forward, planting his lips just above Yoseob's bellybutton. "You're fucking perfect."

A mess of warmth and something smaller, more vulnerable quaked through him, and Yoseob might have denied those words, if the exact same thing wasn't running through his own head about the one above him, and fuck, Junhyung's boxers needed to come off now.

Reaching out blindly and snagging his fingers into the waistband of Junhyung's boxers, Junhyung quickly got the message and shoved them down over his thighs, his cock bobbing as he leaned over jerked the garment off his feet, and fuck, never did Yoseob think his secret dreams would become a reality.

Junhyung crouched back down to where he left off, trailing wet kisses down Yoseob's midsection, over the jut of his hipbone, down past his navel, and Yoseob's heart barely had time to revv up in anticipation before Junhyung was sliding his fingers up to wrap around Yoseob's dick, mouth coming down to engulf him, hot and wet and-

"Fuck," Yoseob bit out, his breath seizing in his chest as Junhyung worked his tongue flat against the length of his dick, and jesus, it was the best thing Yoseob had ever felt in his life. "Fuck, Jun-"

Junhyung groaned, a visible shudder running down his back, and then he was pulling away, Yoseob's dick slipping from his mouth as moved back up the line of Yoseob's body. Yoseob was there to meet him, surging forward and taking Junhyung's lips in a rough, eager kiss as soon as he could reach. Junhyung pushed back, bringing his body down over Yoseob's, bare skin against bare skin.

Breaking the kiss just enough to breathe, Junhyung reached down, trailed his hand over to grip Yoseob's thigh, and then he was grinding his hips down hard, their cocks sliding together in a way that had Yoseob's toes curling, his voice rushing out in a shapeless noise.

Junhyung's other hand groped down between their legs, wrapping his palm around both their dicks, thrusting, and oh god the friction- it was incredible, it was fucking amazing.

Yoseob's hands flew up to cling to Junhyung's shoulders as he bucked into the contact, unable to help himself. Junhyung pumped them together hard, fast, a little unsteady, breath puffing out next to Yoseob's ear, and god, Yoseob was too far gone already, he was coming, spurting over his stomach, his voice hitching hard in his throat.

A tiny tremor of noise escaped Junhyung, and then he was coming too, his dick pulsing against Yoseob's. Silence descended for a long moment as they sucked in harried breaths, unmoving, trying to recover from the desperate frenzy that had consumed them. Junhyung gently released their spent dicks, leaning down on trembling arms to catch Yoseob's lips in one more kiss, slow, languid, and Yoseob practically melted into it.

Yoseob's dazed mind barely started dwelling on the mess of come covering his stomach when Junhyung carefully shifted off the bed, padding into the bathroom; Yoseob's ears caught the brief, echoing hiss of the faucet running, and then Junhyung returned with a long strip of toilet paper and a wadded washcloth in his hand.

Yoseob would have been enamored enough with Junhyung mopping the come off his stomach, but then Junhyung shook out the washcloth, placed it on Yoseob's stomach and dragged it in soft, swiping motions, and it wasn't just a washcloth, but a warm, wet washcloth- and oh, Yoseob was practically in heaven.

"You're a keeper," Yoseob mumbled, lolling his head back against the pillow, and Junhyung's breathy chuckle was music to his ears.

"Good," Junhyung replied, pulling the washcloth away and gathering up the used soiled paper, "'Cause you're stuck with me."

Junhyung ducked back into the bathroom to toss the used toilet paper and the washcloth, and Yoseob could only blame the aftermath of a really good orgasm turning his brain to mush, because as soon as Junhyung was padding back to bed, Yoseob blurted out, "I've had sex dreams about you."

Junhyung's steps halted just before the bed, his eyebrows shooting up, surprised, and Yoseob immediately clapped his hands over his face as his word-vomit registered in his head. "Oh god, why did I just say that."

The bursting peals of Junhyung's laughter hit Yoseob's burning ears, and then the bed was dipping under added weight, bare skin was sliding warm over his own again as Junhyung climbed on top of him, and Yoseob decided that he very, very much liked this skin-on-skin thing. Peeking through his fingers, Junhyung's easy grin greeted him.

"It's not funny," Yoseob protested meekly, sliding his hands away from his face. "They made me feel like the scum of the earth, like I was betraying our friendship or something."

Junhyung's grin shrunk down to a small, soft smile, and he dipped down to nuzzle against Yoseob's jaw. "If it makes you feel any better," he mumbled, trailing his lips against Yoseob's skin, sending a tiny shiver through Yoseob, "I was having those same kinds of dreams, and it drove me crazy."

Pulling back to gaze at Yoseob's face, Junhyung reached up to run his fingers through Yoseob's hair. "Practically anything I did with you made me feel bad, because I knew I wanted more than what you did." Junhyung traced his fingers over the shell of Yoseob's ear, his eyes tracking the movement.

"I was almost afraid of touching you for too long, because those touches were on your terms, not mine, and I... I loved it too much already." Junhyung's voice had tapered off to barely more than a whisper, the line of his lips drawn tighter, sadder, and Yoseob's heart clenched in his chest.

"I knew it would make it that much worse to live with the fact that I couldn't hold you, or kiss you, or-" Junhyung's voice broke off, and he pulled his wavering gaze down to focus at some point below Yoseob's chin. "But it was hard, it was really hard, when being with you made me so damn happy."

Yoseob couldn't stand it anymore; reaching up to curl his arms around Junhyung's back, Yoseob pulled him in tight, and Junhyung's weight came down to rest on Yoseob, bringing together their chests and stomachs and hips and cocks and tangling their legs, and Yoseob couldn't think of anything more perfect.

They lay there for what felt like hours, wrapped around each other, drinking in the warmth and the push and pull of their breaths and the addictive feel of lazy lips on skin. Eventually, Yoseob tilted his mouth to Junhyung's ear, a tuft of Junhyung's hair tickling his nose, and murmured, "How are we gonna tell the others?"

Junhyung slowly pulled his head up from where it had been buried in Yoseob's neck, peering at the other. "Uh, well," he muttered, fiddling his fingers over Yoseob's collarbone. "Hyunseung and Doojoon already know."

Yoseob's gentle strokes across Junhyung's shoulderblades stuttered to a halt. "What?" He spluttered, floundering, a little betrayed. The others knew, had known before him, Junhyung had told them-

"I never said a word to Hyunseung," Junhyung followed quickly, seeing the flip in Yoseob's expression, the affront in his voice. "He figured it out, somehow. It was only a few months after I knew myself."

He continued, "And that night at the company party, after I punched that fucking scumbag....I kind of had to tell Doojoon." He stared at Yoseob, an apology forming in his eyes, and already Yoseob was feeling bad for how he had reacted.

"I'm sorry, I know that sounds shitty, but, it was- it helped, just a little...to have someone to talk to." Junhyung's eyes were trailing away again, and Yoseob hurried to bring up his hands, slide them over Junhyung's jaw.

"No no no, don't apologize," he hurried, "It just kinda, surprised me to hear that. I'm glad that...someone was there for you."

Yoseob went on, pushing his fingers further back, tangling in Junhyung's hair. "That's good, actually. Two less reactions we have to worry about." The corners of Junhyung's mouth slowly tugged up in a smile; Yoseob had an answering smile stretching over his own mouth, and then they were kissing, warm and slow and sweet and god, Yoseob was never going to get over this.

Suddenly, the audible click of their room's door unlocking echoed in their ears, and they barely had time to freeze in shock before Kikwang was cheerfully bursting through the door, his mp3 player in hand.

"Hey, do either of you guys have headph-" Yoseob had never heard Kikwang's voice die so fast when his gaze landed on the bed. Jaw falling open, his eyes bugging out of his head, Kikwang stared wordlessly at Junhyung and Yoseob spread out, not a shred of clothing to cover them.

"Uh," Yoseob muttered into the deafening silence, peering over Junhyung's shoulder. "Hey Kik."
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When Yoseob's eyes zeroed in on the shock of lavender that Junhyung's hair had become, he couldn't help it. He doubled over, howling with laughter.

They'd had to go to the salon at different times, so this was the first chance Yoseob got to see Junhyung's new style, here at the concept photoshoot. They'd made a little bet to see who would be the worst off after the stylists chewed them up and spit them back out, and though Hyunseung's fire truck red locks certainly grabbed attention, Junhyung's hair took the fucking cake.

"Okay, okay," Junhyung grumbled, Yoseob clutching his knees, wheezing, tears in his eyes. "You won the bet. Happy?" He shoved at Yoseob's shoulder, and Yoseob stumbled to the side, still struggling to catch his breath.

Wiping his eyes, Yoseob finally stood up straight, scooting a bit closer when a staff member brushed past him. However strange it was, the longer Yoseob stared at Junhyung, the more that lavender color grew on him. Before he knew it, images were spinning through his mind, seeing that mess of pale hair between his legs, saw himself peering up from between Jun's legs with those locks plastered to his forehead, and, well.

Yoseob flitted his gaze over the rest of the room, spying Hyunseung and Kikwang pawing through racks of clothing, Doojoon and Dongwoon over at the counter with a few staff members, going through photos, picking over the piles of jewelry before them.

Darting his eyes back to Junhyung, he knew Junhyung saw it in his eyes, figured out exactly where this was going. Yoseob reached out and tangled their fingers together, turning to jerk Junhyung with him towards the hallway. They passed a staff member or two, but it was deserted by the time they made it to the tiny bathroom around the corner.

Crowding inside and kicking the door shut behind them, Yoseob shoved Junhyung up against the sink, fingers immediately going to work open the button of Junhyung's pants as he slid down to his knees.

"The door, lock the door," Junhyung stumbled, already a little breathless, "Unless you want a repeat of what happened last time."

Sighing, Yoseob half-rose to turn back and click the lock into place. "Hey, it wasn't as bad as that time Dongwoon walked in on us-"

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" Junhyung groaned as Yoseob sank back to his previous position, fumbling Junhyung's zipper down and helping to tug at the waistband of the pants as Junhyung lifted his hips.

"Because it's actually really funny when you think about it? C'mon, we all laughed about it later." Yoseob hiked the pants down far enough to mouth over Junhyung's boxer-clad dick, and a full shudder ran down Junhyung's body, just like Yoseob knew it would.

"I don't think I've heard Dongwoon laugh since that day." Junhyung muttered, a breathy sigh escaping him as he reached down to bury his fingers in Yoseob's newly orange tufts of hair. Peering up, Yoseob took in Junhyung's slack jaw, his parted lips, those eyes glinting with far too much for words to express, and Yoseob felt an incredible rush of warmth course through him.

"Love you," He whispered, nuzzling into Junhyung's thigh, and Junhyung's hand carded through Yoseob's hair, coming down to slide over his cheek. "Love you too," Junhyung murmured back, his mouth curling in an impossibly soft smile.

And god, Yoseob would never, ever get used to that.