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Jaeyoung is sleeping.
Sangwoo counts his steps. One, two, three. When he reaches the couch, it's seven, and Sangwoo stores the information in his mind. A fact he doesn't want to forget.
Remember this: seven steps from the desk to the couch.
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Reminder stored safely in your brain.
Excellent.
Three steps closer and Jaeyoung's face is only a few inches away from him. One step further, and he'll end up kissing the latter. God. Sangwoo wouldn't want to do that. Unless?
He reminds himself for the nth time- chants those procedures like a prayer. By now, Sangwoo believes he'll remember only this until he reaches home. Possibly his brain will never delete this information even if he wants to. There's no escaping the hell Jaeyoung brings along with him wherever he goes. Sangwoo is stuck in this forever. (But the notion seems pleasant. Eh? Oh? Eh. Oh.)
Hot. It gets hot whenever Jaeyoung is around. And Sangwoo doesn't quite understand this phenomenon. What is it? Is there any scientific explanation for this? Burning cheeks, tingling skin, itching lips, gripping desire to touch, feel, hold, kiss everything of Jaeyoung. It gets crazier by the two, and Sangwoo no longer knows who's controlling his body, his logic or his intuition. Sangwoo can't quite pinpoint the perpetrator, and it's stressing the hell out of him. What the fuck.
But these days, he has been listening to his heart more. It's weird, awkward, uncomfortable. Sangwoo spends more time under the cold shower and scribbles Jaeyoung's name all over his notes than the info from the slides. Whatever scheme his brain is plotting against him, Sangwoo wants it to stop, pronto.
However, there's also sweetness blooming there- somewhere near his chest. It's nice...? Maybe? Ah- Sangwoo is unsure. Jaeyoung's already a pain in the ass. And to have him swimming in his mind from the time he's awake to the second he's about to sleep drives Sangwoo out of order. What should he do to stop these obnoxious ideas from keeping him awake at night?
When he thinks of Jaeyoung- the way he smiles, his eyes are two crescents, cute. His voice, deep and rippling, strikes the right chord in his body. His pink lips, glossy, inviting, kiss- goodness. Sangwoo doesn't want to go there. It's dangerous. Too risky. He might have to run another cold shower as soon he arrives home.
But Jaeyoung is asleep. He'll not know if Sangwoo does anything wild to him, no?
Sangwoo leans closer. His heart is about to jump out. His whole body is on fire, blazing, scorching, damn it. From the tip of his fingers and up to the end of his ears- beep! Beep! Beep! Code red! Code red! Sangwoo's so close to malfunctioning he can feel the blood rushing to his brain and legs and ears and-
But he wants this. He wants to do this. Sangwoo doesn't know why, but he wants to.
"...hyung? Are you asleep?"
No response. Guess that Jaeyoung's really tired.
He looks peaceful. And even more handsome up-close. Sangwoo never dares to say this aloud. He might've to be dead drunk to confess his darkest, most sacred thoughts about Jaeyoung in public, especially to him. He's good-looking. And perfect. And charming. And it irks Sangwoo incredibly how much he wants to smack Jaeyoung on the head and kiss the pain right away.
Sangwoo tries again, louder this time. "You're really asleep, aren't you?"
Silence.
"Hyung?"
Guess that luck is on his side today.
Carefully, with an ounce of hesitance, and a trace of bravery, Sangwoo takes action. He discards the bangs from Jaeyoung's forehead with shaky fingers, a disturbance he noticed since he entered the elder's workspace. He wanted- oh so desperately- to run his fingers through Jaeyoung's hair, only to see the spark in those eyes, the thrill in them, the subtle shyness, the excitement only Sangwoo can invoke. Perhaps he takes refuge in the power he has on Jaeyoung, using it to his liking. He's a pain in the ass too. They are a pain the ass together. He and Jaeyoung- isn't that lovely?
And it takes only a second for his brain to transmit this message to his lips: kiss him!
What the brain says is what Sangwoo do.
He kisses Jaeyoung. Six seconds. Or is it five? He lost count the moment he felt Jaeyoung's luscious lips on his. It's sweet. How can a human lip taste so sweet? Like candy? How? He never comes across this fact before- Sangwoo needs to do more research, it seems.
His brain informs after a moment close to forever: ok! All set and ready! Now's the time for you to take two steps back!
He follows.
And now, run!
Sangwoo runs for his life, no turning around.
He arrives home five seconds earlier than usual. He feels hot all over. It's minus three outside, but Sangwoo's firing up. His heartbeat thumps against his chest, loud and intense and suffocating. But it's nice. Sangwoo likes no- loves hold on- enjoys it. Yes. The plush of Jaeyoung's lips. The nibble of honey. The fluttering lashes against his cheeks. The silk of his hair. The warmth of his existence. Sangwoo enjoys eh- likes ah- fuck it. He loves it. Yes. He smiles. So wide. His muscles are hurting. But it's worth it, Sangwoo figures.
Sangwoo storms to the shower with a big grin on his face. The reason? Jang Jaeyoung.
Jaeyoung opens his eyes. He's not sleeping. He was only resting his eyes from looking at the blinding handsomeness of Chu Sangwoo. He needed a break to revamp his Jang Jaeyoung meter. It's essential- Sangwoo's a bundle full of stunts, and Jaeyoung needs to recuperate more than necessary these days. That son of a bitch, his little heart curses (overly affectionate).
But his lips- someone's lips- hot hot hot! It's hot. All over. And Jaeyoung's going insane. Red red red-
He springs up immediately. Did- Sangwoo- fucking Chu Sangwoo- ki- kiss him? On the lips?
What. the. fuck.
What. the. actual. fuck.
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He blinks the confusion away. Jaeyoung grips on the blanket underneath his body, only to make sure he's fully awake by now. He looks around- he's all alone. A pinch on his thigh- ow! His brain is no longer in a daze. It's not a dream. Or his wildest fantasies, after all. It legit happened.
Sangwoo kissed him. On the lips. And maybe it's not a kiss- only a peck in Jaeyoung's standard- but it's long, quite long for a newbie like Sangwoo. Did he research this too? For how many nights did Sangwoo think of doing this to him?
His heart races, accelerates, pounds, two hundred miles per minute. A grin breaks free, rupturing on his face like firecrackers. His body elevates to places akin to heaven, so light and airy, so in love. Or maybe just around Sangwoo.
Fuck (stupidly fond), he hisses. Jaeyoung touches his lips with trembling fingers. Excitement is still a boiling rush along his veins and arteries. He licks his lips once, and it's sweet. He can get used to this.
Sangwoo will be the death of him, for sure. If he keeps surprising Jaeyoung with his impromptu antics like this, he'll never see tomorrow again.
Jaeyoung checks his body temperature. He's heating up. He has to get used to this. Whatever effects Sangwoo has on him, Jaeyoung needs to brace himself for the worst every time.
That cheeky bastard, Jaeyoung curses, his cheeks hurt from all the laughing.
When Yuna returns, Jaeyoung doesn't even try to hide his grin, ignoring Yuna's teasing and her endless you're an idiot! like a love-struck fool he already is.
Jaeyoung is stupid. Stupidly in love. In love with Sangwoo. Chu Sangwoo, the uptight, computer-brained asshole. And Jaeyoung loves him just like that. Perhaps, even more.
Lord, have mercy on my soul.
Jaeyoung shakes his head in disbelief. He smiles. Radiant, beaming, bright, pleased. For God knows how long.