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Daeyoung had just dropped into his room after a late-night, private dance lesson. He’d showered, finally feeling clean. All that he cared about now was enveloping himself under the covers.
Just as Daeyoung sank into the plush of his mattress, about to start his white noise playlist, he stopped.
With his soundproof headphones on, he’d be shut off from the world, if it wasn't for an almost imperceptible knock on the door. He lifted a speaker from one ear. Hopefully, he wasn’t just hearing things.
There it was. The knock, again.
“Yes?” Daeyoung called from his bed. At this hour, it could only be one of the two other members who lived with him.
“Jaehee-yah, open up. I miss you.”
It’s Yushi.
Automatically, Daeyoung pulled off his covers, limbs forgetting the tiredness from just seconds ago.
He swung open the door, and standing in front of him was a sleepy Yushi, hair already mussed from his own pillowcase. A baby blue blanket was draped on his shoulder, and he rubbed his eyes as he yawned.
“Hyung.” He looked down at Yushi. “You look tired.”
“I am.” He dipped forward and leaned his weight onto Daeyoung, almost pushing him backward with the momentum. Daeyoung caught Yushi, whose arms snaked around his waist. Yushi buried his head into Daeyoung's chest. “Your heart’s beating fast,” he murmured.
“Ah, well...” Heat rose up Daeyoung’s neck. Because it’s you, went unsaid.
“It’s cute.” Yushi said into his chest. “Now… bed.” He started taking steps forward, pushing Daeyoung toward the edge of his bed. Daeyoung landed on his back with a light thud, and Yushi sandwiched him on top. Yushi’s heart was beating quickly too. Daeyoung felt it against his sternum. Rapid compared to the unmoving, weighted blanket that was Yushi.
“I can’t move, hyung,” he whispered to the ceiling. He doubted Yushi could hear him. He almost couldn’t hear himself. Maybe it was fine. Ideally, he’d like his pillow, but the lull of Yushi’s breathing brought him a quiet comfort anyway.
“Sorry, I’ll move,” Yushi finally replied, minutes after Daeyoung spoke. He rose slowly, bracketing his knees outside of Daeyoung’s hips as he perched precariously on his lap. He didn’t even spare a glance at Daeyoung as he did so, which was good. Yushi didn’t need to see how red his face felt in the darkness. Slowly and clumsily, they each shifted their bodies, Yushi’s skin warm against his own. Daeyoung finally felt the relief of his silk pillowcase against his neck, but it came with the heat of Yushi’s body as he draped an arm and leg over him.
“I missed you,” Yushi said again, almost too casually. He whispered it along Daeyoung’s jaw, causing him to shiver. Which was odd, because Yushi burned as he settled on top of him. Or maybe it was him burning. He wasn’t sure anymore. His hyung’s soft voice cut through his thoughts again. “Jaehee, did you miss me too?”
“Yes,” Daeyoung found himself saying. “Yes, of course I did.” And he really meant it. They’d really only been apart for a few hours. Yushi, along with the others, had left practice earlier than him, at an already considerably late hour. But Daeyoung stayed back. He wasn’t like Yushi. He’d improved, sure, but dancing didn’t come easy to him. So he practiced longer.
And yet, Yushi’s absence was palpable. His hyung must have felt it too. That’s why he was here now, right? Since they’ve met, there was this unspoken, yet undeniable pull between them. A thread, which pulled too taut when they were far apart, and drew them closer to each other once more.
Daeyoung’s eyelids became heavy. He didn’t know what compelled Yushi to come tonight, but he’d never refuse his hyung. Not when his hyung could be pressed up against him like this. Not when he could hear the delicate hum of his breathing on him. Not when he could feel the soft brush of Yushi’s lips on his neck.
Wait.
Yushi should be asleep, but he'd lifted his head slightly. His eyes were still closed, but his lips parted wider, more awake. He lazily mouthed the underside of Daeyoung’s jaw, so slowly it almost felt like an accident. Then his body shifted, his chest rubbing against Daeyoung’s until the latter’s shirt rode up to meet heated skin. Yushi moved his head towards the other side, and soon he was fully on top of Daeyoung again.
Yushi was lighter this time, his chest slightly hovering as he stabilized himself with his palms, which searched the sheets around him for Daeyoung’s hands. He found them, open-faced, and interlocked their fingers, pressing his weight into Daeyoung’s palms, like he knew he could take it. And Yushi was right. Daeyoung could, and he had. And if he couldn’t, he'd still try.
Yushi sent his hips back slowly, and that’s when Daeyoung recognized his arousal. Both of them were at least half-hard. As they felt each other through the fabric, Yushi let out a small moan near his Adam’s apple, which made Daeyoung’s skin tingle. Yushi repeated it, his length sliding against Daeyoung’s until he was full-mast. They hadn't even taken any clothing off, but Daeyoung was already dizzy with want.
Then Yushi stopped, and Daeyoung almost groaned. He tilted Daeyoung’s chin and brushed his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Daeyoung impulsively shaped his lips into a kiss against his finger, and Yushi let out a small huff of a laugh. He leaned down and finally connected their lips, a dull brush of skin, until Daeyoung parted his mouth and let Yushi coax his way inside.
There were no fireworks, no stutter of the heartbeat. It felt natural that Yushi melted into his mouth like this. Yushi cupped his jaw, and Daeyoung took his free hand to steady Yushi’s waist. His hyung’s drowsiness kicked in, licking idly into Daeyoung’s mouth until he disconnected them. He blinked slowly, looking into Daeyoung’s eyes with full pupils.
“Let’s sleep, Daeyoung-ah,” he said as he nestled his head into the crook of Daeyoung’s neck, limbs still sprawled across Daeyoung’s body. Only when they stopped was when he registered his own rapid heartbeat, and his untended arousal. But mostly, he registered Daeyoung-ah, and a warmth budded in the center of his chest, spreading to his fingertips.
Yushi was one of the first people to accept Jaehee, even when the stage name felt foreign to himself. In fact, it was because of Yushi that Daeyoung was able to refer to himself as Jaehee. The world may call him Jaehee, but Yushi’s rendition of it set his heartbeat just a little faster. After their debut, Yushi stuck with the name, even off stage. So when he switched to Daeyoung’s real name, it made it all the more meaningful, like Yushi valued both sides of him, and saw him as a whole.
“Good night, hyung,” he whispered. He knew Yushi was out like a light when he heard a faint snore in his ear. His eyelids started to droop again, and his consciousness slipped, the last thing he registered being his hyung’s steady heartbeat against his.
Thank you hyung, for everything.
I love you.