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Yuma never believed the others when they said Harua left for a quick smoke. He never believed Nicholas complaining about how Harua stinks of smoke when he joins them again after a ten minute break.
Yuma never batted an eye because the thought of Harua smoking doesn’t seem to fit the younger’s character at all. Besides, he never saw it nor did he smell Harua smelling like smoke, so there is no reason for him to believe it.
One time, he remembers laughing at Taki when the younger man had ranted to him about Harua smoking from time to time when he’s the one telling a story. He distinctively remembers Taki saying “Does he hate me?” with the most ridiculous pout ever.
Seriously, the cute and angelic and bratty Harua is smoking? Yuma couldn’t even imagine it. If anyone told him it was Yudai, he might’ve believed it in a heartbeat. Yudai is old and had too many worries to shoulder, he’d understand if the eldest of the group resorted to an unhealthy coping mechanism.
So Yuma knows better than to ask, “Where’s Harua?” when they’re taking a break from practicing because he knows one of the members will say something about Harua smoking, what a load of bullshit.
==
“Where’s Harua?”
Yuma perked up at the mention of Harua’s name, like a cat recognizing its owner’s scent.
Euijoo scanned the whole practice room and sighed when he didn't see Harua laying around with Taki at the corner of the room.
“Probably at the terrace?” Maki shrugs as he flexes his ridiculously huge muscles towards the mirror.
Taki looks up with his eyebrows furrowed. “We have a terrace?” He says with an exaggerated gasp, earning a chuckle from Yudai.
Yuma cocks his head to the side, the crown of his head slightly bumping onto Nicholas’ knees. “Why would he be at the terrace?” He asked, oblivious and confused. He hears Nicholas snorting beside him, “What?” Yuma asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Why else would he be at the terrace?” Nicholas shots him a quick glance before turning back to his phone. “He’s probably smoking.”
“Again?” Euijoo says with wide eyes. “That’s his third one this day!” He exclaimed, a frown forming on his lips.
“Like you’re any better?” Nicholas sneaks in a snarky comment, to which Euijoo pointedly ignores.
“Dude, please. We know it could be worse than three,” Yudai shakes his head. “I literally caught him having a smoke for breakfast, Jesus Christ.” Yudai added with a pout.
“Huh?” Yuma chirps in, he sat properly to look at his members.
“Yuma, please,” Fuma says from the back, his legs spread apart. “You’re the only one here who doesn’t believe Harua is a notorious smoker.” He chuckles to himself. “What else do you want? He coughs out his lungs for you to believe he’s the biggest smoker in our group?”
“What the hell?” Yuma barks with no actual bite into it. He looks at Fuma who’s shrugging at him. “Spare me, I just don’t really see Harua smoking. It doesn’t fit him!” He stresses out, he shifts his weight to his knees and now he’s on all fours.
“Oh it fits him, alright,” Nicholas says from his back, “He looks good when he smokes, I’m telling you.” He grins, satisfied with the way Yuma’s lips twitched downwards. “Only when he’s not smoking besides me, he sucks at that.” Nicholas added with a wince.
“To see is to believe,” Yuma squints at everyone, “And I haven’t seen Harua smoking so none of you will make me think that he’s a chronic smoker.” He smugly concluded, earning a sigh from Taki and another shrug from Fuma.
The topic died once the door swung open and Harua, together with Jo, stepped inside the practice room. They look like they’re having a serious conversation. Harua is so focused on Jo, he doesn’t even spare Yuma a glance. Whatever.
“There you are,” Euijoo says and jogs a little to interrupt whatever Jo and Harua were talking about. “The director wanted to talk to you.” Their leader said, his hand landing on Harua’s shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s over.” Harua smiles at Euijoo and Yuma feels a twist in his stomach, “We already discussed it, Jo went to look for me.”
“I saw him at the terrace.” Jo softly said.
“Ha! I knew it!” Maki shouts and winks at Euijoo.
“What were you doing?” Yuma asks suspiciously, eyebrows furrowed.
Harua finally looks at him, a smug smile forming at the corner of his stupidly kissable lips.
“Why else would I be there?”
Yuma gapes and Nicholas chuckles once again from his back. God, Nicholas needs to shut the fuck up.
==
The table is rowdy as always, it smells like grilled beef and soju, clouds of smoke being sucked into the big-ass exhaustion placed over the grill.
Yuma hears Yudai laughing along with Nicholas over something Taki did three years ago. Somehow the two of them still find it funny that they’re clutching their stomachs, weirdos.
Everyone’s either drunk or tipsy, Taki’s definitely wasted, Fuma didn’t drink because he’s assigned to make sure everyone gets home safe and sound, but regardless he’s having fun, Yuma knows by the way their sub-leader is laughing along.
Yuma looks at Euijoo, he’s red as fuck. But he knows better, Euijoo's not drunk yet, his Asian flush is just bad. Out of everyone, Euijoo might be the strongest drinker among the group and he never gags, what a talent. Useful too.
Jo is still sober but hazy, he’s zoning in and out, occasionally laughing at something he probably doesn’t understand. Maki’s gone, wasted and almost falling asleep, Fuma’s going to have to carry him back home.
Then Yuma stares at Harua, sitting beside Euijoo. He had a few shots of soju, now he’s red and all smiley it pisses Yuma off, how is Harua that handsome? It doesn’t help that the younger got a little tanner again, he looks so fucking good Yuma could cry.
It’s no secret that Yuma is attracted to Harua, almost everyone knows. Even their fans know that Yuma would drop anything and everything for Harua. One pout, one “Yuu-kun,” one wink and Yuma’s running towards him.
It’s stupid and pathetic but Harua looks good so Yuma thinks it’s fine.
Not even a second later, Harua leans in towards Euijoo to whisper something. Something Yuma couldn’t hear because he’s so far away from Harua and everyone is shouting at this point.
Euijoo’s face changes from smiley to a stern look and Harua just brushes it off with a boyish smile, manicured fingers squeezing Euijoo’s shoulder blades. Their leader could only sigh and nod and Harua’s standing up to leave.
Where is he going? Yuma feels like he’s about to cry as he watches Harua take exactly eight steps before reaching the exit door.
Yuma looked at Euijoo, and surprisingly he was also looking back. Euijoo could only chuckle and shake his head before returning his gaze back to the commotion happening at their table and Yuma’s already rushing towards the door.
The air outside was better, he could smell other things rather than grilled beef, he thinks he’s going to suffocate anytime soon. He looks at the street and sees a couple of people walking aimlessly. He turns his head and looks for Harua, surely the younger one didn't go home all by himself, right? He’s positive that Harua would never, not without Yuma.
Dazed and a little bummed out, Yuma walks towards an alleyway with his eyes glued to the floor, he thinks he’s about to cry. Why? Because Harua might’ve left without him? Sure, sounds like a valid reason.
“Yuma?”
Like a cat recognizing its owner’s voice, Yuma couldn’t snap his head up any faster, relief swelling in his chest as he sees Harua standing in front of him… with a cigarette between his lips.
Woah, alright, what the fuck?
“Hey, hyung, are you okay?” Harua grabs him by the arm, trying to steady him when his knees buckled a little. “Are you drunk?” Harua asked with a huff, the butt of his cigarette burning as he effortlessly inhaled it like he’s done it dozens of times.
“You smoke?” Yuma blurts out with a hiss, his tone a little higher than he’d expected. He clears his throat and looks at Harua.
“Congratulations for being the last person to know.”
Harua looks at him like he’s the most ridiculous person in the whole entire world. Alright, maybe Yuma is exactly that, but hey, he’s just a man with beliefs.
His belief being: smoking certainly doesn’t suit Harua, but he stands corrected. Maybe Nicholas was onto something when he said that it fits Harua just right. It’s like it was made for Harua. Seriously, no one is allowed to be this fucking attractive when smoking, it’s diabolical.
“C’mon, don’t look at me like that,” Harua says, albeit bashfully. “Don’t be weird.” He adds with a cock of an eyebrow.
“What?” Yuma squeaks, eyes following every movement Harua is making. The way he catches the cigar stick between his index and middle fingers, the way he closes his eyes as he exhales. “I’m not even looking at you like anything.” He lies through his pursed lips.
“Right,” Harua huffs a laugh. “Not looking but staring, hm?” He teases with a wink and Yuma thinks he’s going to cry.
“Not my fault,” Yuma mumbles to himself.
“Huh?”
Yuma bit his lips and looked at Harua through his lashes, “It’s not my fault you look good.”
For a moment there was only silence, Yuma could only hear the engines racing through the street, water droplets from the little leaks from the pipes that connect to god knows where.
Harua stares at him, cigarette sitting proudly between his insatiable lips. God, Yuma wants a taste. Both of the cigarette and Harua’s lips. Jesus.
“Well,” Harua states, puffing another exhale. White smoke clouding over him and Yuma has to blink to make sure it wasn’t making a halo over Harua’s head. “Aren’t you an honest one?”
“Shut up,” Yuma flushes at the tone, it’s mocking and a little deranged.
Harua just laughed, shaking his head as he took another drag. His cheeks hallowed and ears burned red.
“I wanna taste.”
“Absolutely not,” Harua snaps, his eyebrows furrowed. Yuma almost flinched, almost. “Euijoo would kill me.” He grits out.
Yuma rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, “Euijoo doesn’t like it when you smoke and here you are.” He crosses his arms and sways a little, damn it the alcohol’s kinda hitting him and watching Harua smoke seductively isn’t helping, he’s dizzy.
Harua snorts, “Euijoo can’t do anything about it anyway,” he replies and tilts his head away from Yuma to puff out a smoke. “He’s the one who influenced me and shits,” The younger guy said with a fond smile that Yuma could taste something sweet at the tip of his tongue.
“What a bad influence.” Yuma’s breath stutters, he bites the tip of his tongue.
“I know, right?” Harua giggles and looks at Yuma. “But it’s fine, it’s Euijoo-hyung.” He sighs and lets his shoulders sag a little, “Don’t tell him I told you that!”
Yuma just chuckles.
Harua’s relationship with Euijoo is something. Yuma isn’t sure if it’s anything, but it’s definitely something. They’re close, clingy to each other even. Maybe it’s an unspoken fondness they established before they were still trainees, Yuma’s not entirely sure.
But they stick together. Not like Nicholas and Euijoo, but rather, a unique closeness that only exists between Euijoo and Harua and no one else.
Yuma swallows a lump, his chest tight, “Do you like Euijoo-hyung?”
Then there was silence once again, Yuma could hear the stray cats jumping from roof to roof, he could hear the people passing by the alleyway and he could hear Harua’s soft inhales as he took another drag.
“I like Euijoo-hyung,” Harua breathes out with a laugh, “Not the way Nico likes him, if that’s what you’re talking about?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Like as in… you wanna kiss him and all that.”
“Ah, nope.” Harua shakes his head, he taps at his cigarette and lets the ashes fall to the ground, “I think I used to, that’s why I tried smoking for him.”
Yuma feels his chest loosened a little. “Then why are you still smoking?” He asks as he takes a step closer to Harua’s space. He’s taller by a few centimeters but Harua feels overwhelmingly big because of his confidence.
“Bad habits die hard, Yuu-kun.” Harua chuckles, he lets the nickname roll around his tongue, it makes Yuma shudder.
Harua’s eyes are hooded, maybe it’s because of the few shots of soju he took or because of the nicotine coursing through his body, Yuma’s not sure how a cigarette works. He could smell the latter, a mix of alcohol, grilled beef and mint and smoke, it’s almost addictive.
Yuma took another step and he’s at Harua’s personal space, the latter didn’t say anything, just looked at him with an unreadable expression, Yuma almost whimpered.
“Rua,” Yuma calls out, breathless and flushed. “I need a taste, please,” he begs with little to no hesitation.
Harua didn’t say anything for a while but his eyes softened as he observed Yuma’s face.
“So unfair,” Harua murmurs and Yuma could feel his breath fanning against his nose. “Using your face to make me weak?”
“Is it working?”
“Barely,” Harua shrugs.
“Do I need to do more?” Yuma bites back, his hands clutching Harua’s shoulders. “Are you going to make me do more?” He asked, his eyes hooded.
Harua shakes his head with a soft laugh and takes another drag and Yuma thinks he’s not going to get what he wants.
But then Yuma feels a hand grabbing him by his jaw and pulled him closer, his mouth falls open and Yuma sees Harua leaning in.
Yuma makes a noise at the back of his throat when Harua puffs the smoke directly into his open mouth. He smells the cigarette and Harua’s minty breath, his eyes wide open as he realizes what’s happening.
Harua’s face is so close, like he’s about to devour Yuma.
“Inhale it, Yuu-kun.” Harua instructed, his hand softly caressing Yuma’s lower lip, it felt extremely intimate, “Slowly.”
And Yuma does as he was told. He sucks in the smoke in his mouth slowly and lets it settle in his lungs.
“Then out,” Harua smiled at him, his other hand moving to hold him by the waist.
Yuma breaths out and feels the smoke coating his throat with bitter smoke, he coughs a little, dizzy and aroused.
“Careful, baby,” Harua whispers, his lips brushing against Yuma’s temple, “You did good,” the younger man praised him and Yuma wanted to kiss him.
This is all new to Yuma. Smoking and this version of Harua. Dangerous, boyish, and extremely delicious. Yuma feels himself craving for more.
“Fuck me,” Yuma heaves, “Do it again.” He said with wide eyes.
Harua laughs, loud and high. “You’re unbelievable,” he smiles and presses a kiss on the side of Yuma’s neck.
“Please, Rua,” Yuma whines and cranked his head to the side to give Harua more access to his neck.
“Later,” Harua replies, his hot breath ghosting over Yuma’s collarbones. Harua bites on the skin and soothes it with his tongue, wet and soft. Yuma whimpers and Harua groans in response, “You’re driving me crazy.”
Yuma just closed his eyes, nails digging into Harua’s shoulders.
“So effortlessly pretty,” Harua noses the line of Yuma’s throat, “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” He confessed like it’s the most important thing right now.
Yuma gasped, “Why didn’t you?” He bit his lips and forced himself to look at Harua.
Harua huffs, “I would’ve if you weren’t glued to Taki every fucking time I lay my eyes on you.” He chuckles, then presses another wet kiss on the top of Yuma’s Adam’s apple.
“Jesus,” Yuma snorts, “What a loser, you could’ve just snatched me away.”
“I didn’t wanna freak you out.”
“Please, freaking me out is the last thing you can do, Harua.” Yuma says and earns a squeeze on his waist.
“You were freaking out when you saw me smoking,” Harua says with a thoughtful hum.
“That’s a different story!” Yuma squeaks out a giggle, “I wasn’t expecting it, okay?”
“What kind of stereotype are you putting me in?” Harua raised an eyebrow, his cigarette long forgotten and already dying on the ground.
“C’mon, you have a pretty face, no one would suspect that you smoke,” Yuma replies with a pout.
“Fuma-hyung did,” Harua shrugs.
“Well, that’s because it’s Fuma.”
“Nico also did guess I was smoking,” Harua says with a smile.
Yuma rolled his eyes and pulled Harua closer. “Stop mentioning other men and focus on me.” He hissed, making Harua laugh.
“Jealous?” Harua teases but only earns a pinch to his ears. “This is why you never judge a book by its cover, Yuu-kun.”
“Shut up,” Yuma leans in to bite Harua’s earlobe.
“Ow,” Harua giggles and pinches the older man’s waist with gentleness. “Let’s head back.” He casually said and was already pulling away.
Yuma startles and lets out a panicked sound. “Wait, Rua!” He exclaims, eyebrows furrowed together. “Please, don’t leave, fuck, wait…” he scrambles forward to hold onto Harua tighter.
“Hey,” Harua coos softly, patting the small of Yuma’s back, “It’s okay, we’ll go together. Then we’ll talk tomorrow when we’re not drunk, okay?” He smiles and places a kiss on Yuma’s cheek. “We’re fine, Yuma. I want you, alright?”
Yuma’s lips wobbled and nodded, Harua took his hand with a squeeze and led them back inside the store.
When they came back in, it’s still messy, but less rowdy. Nicholas is already drifting away, Yudai’s slowly sobering up. Jo’s standing beside Fuma and is helping with carrying Taki and Maki asleep over Fuma’s shoulder.
“You’re back,” Euijoo greets them, his eyes darting towards their laced fingers. Then a smile, Euijoo smiles at them. “Help me wake Nico up?”
“Do it yourself,” Yuma replied and Harua chokes on a laugh.
Harua positioned himself between Euijoo and a love-drunk Yuma, “He’s jealous that Nico clocked my smoking habit on the first day.” He jokes, earning a slap from Yuma.
“Now you’re just making shit up,” Yuma hissed and Harua just laughed with his whole body.
“You guys are so odd,” Euijoo comments on the side, eyebrows furrowed but a knowing smile appears on his lips.
Harua shrugs and lets go of Yuma’s hand but not without giving it a final squeeze. “You’re the odd one here, hyung. You kiss Nico-chan but you can’t wake him up?” He teased the older one, making Euijoo blush deeper.
“You know how fussy he gets,” Euijoo sighs, his right hand covering his mouth, “I don’t wanna deal with his attitude right now.”
Yuma stands there as he watches Harua snickers while shaking his head. Harua approaches a sleepy Nicholas and pokes at him softly to gently wake the older man up.
Harua and Nicholas’ relationship is a whole different story Yuma has to unfold, but that’s a story for another day. What’s important is Harua wants him and he wants Harua just as much, probably.
“So?”
Yuma looks at Euijoo, who is watching Harua deal with Nicholas’ complicated and drowsy lashings. “Huh?” Yuma answers a little breathless, his eyes a bit unfocused.
“How was it?” Their leader asked, laughing a little when Nicholas glares at Harua, “Watching Harua smoke, I mean.” Euijoo emphasizes with a casual smirk.
Yuma’s breath stutters as his ears start to itch and burn.
“He’s so hot,” Yuma honestly answers, wetting his lips with his dry tongue. “Nicholas was right, Rua looks so fine when he smokes.”
Euijoo chuckled and just nodded along, “I bet he was.”
“What?”
“That’s what I thought when he started smoking in front of me,” Euijoo shrugs and smiles at Yuma. “He uses his tongue a lot, doesn’t he?” The older man prompted and Yuma’s heart started beating fast.
He remembers the way Harua would put the cigarette back in his mouth. He remembers Harua’s tongue poking out a little to guide the stick between his lips.
“God,” Yuma sucks in a breath, sharp and fast. “I want him so bad, Euijoo-hyung.” He bites his lips as he looks at Euijoo standing at his side, “Please let me have him.”
Euijoo laughs, genuine and a little attractive.
“He’s all yours, Yuma.” Euijoo says, “He wouldn’t want anyone else.”