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– March 29, 2AM –

Jihoon has always found it absurd whenever people ask if he and Dohoon were dating. Sure, they mess around a lot, tease, and flirt, but to them it was all platonic. He has never seen Dohoon like that, not because he was a boy, Jihoon has already established that his attraction depended on the person not his gender, but rather because to him, Dohoon was his best friend, the person he can’t live without. So whenever Jihoon is asked if they’re dating, Jihoon would only laugh it off. 

Everything started to change on his birthday, the second day of their fanmeeting. Jihoon was at the height of his emotions after receiving so much love, he didn’t even know if he deserved it all. The cake, the gifts, the greetings, the letters, even his favorite dancer (slash dancer partner for his upcoming project) came to greet him. He just got back home from doing his live at their company. His feet heavy, but his heart was full. Everyone has already gone to bed, but he knew someone was still awake this late past midnight. 

“You’re home,” His roommate announced, peaking through the made-up tent on his bed. It wasn’t uncommon for Dohoon to prefer his bed over his. Jihoon had thought that maybe after he bought his new bed, he wouldn’t be all up on his space anymore, but he guessed something never changes when it comes to his increasingly clingy roommate. “Took you long enough I thought you’d be sleeping at the practice room tonight.” 

“I was only gone for two hours, hyung.” Jihoon chuckles, walking closer to pat his head. “Can’t sleep without me again?” Like a cat, Dohoon leaned to his touch. His head moving with his palm, his eyes shut close as he hummed to his pillow. 

“Take a shower, you stink.” 

“You’re absolutely horrible for someone asking for his nightly cuddles.” Even with his eyes closed, Dohoon’s brows furrowed, his lips puckering into a pout. Jihoon didn’t need words. He heard him whine when he pulls his hand away from his hair, a light “hurry” escaping his lips before Jihoon could even stand up and head to their shared bath. 

Jihoon liked showers. It wasn’t exactly a secret either since his roommate has once again broadcasted it before that he takes almost an hour whenever he can. It was his time to decompress. To just sit in the tub, warm water hitting his skin, while he allows his mind to wander into absolutely nothing. It used to piss him off when Dohoon knocks on the door to tell him to hurry up especially whenever there aren’t any schedules for them to rush. This was his only chance of solidarity through out the day, the only time he can have for himself. But somewhere between those 2 years, he found himself getting shorter showers during the night and it wasn’t because of Dohoon constantly bugging him. It was because he knew he was waiting to sneak under the covers to sleep.  

“What’s taking you so long?” Dohoon was up on his feet as soon as he heard the blow dryer from the bathroom. Jihoon was already in his pajamas when he came in, hair partially dry.

“I had to wash my hair, you know.” Jihoon reasons, finally placing the blow dryer down. “They added an insane amount of hair gel on my hair earlier. I could hear it cracking every time I touch it.” 

“Well, you have to thank the stylists at least. They did so much to make sure you look good.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at his roommate’s half-asleep comment. “Are you done?” 

“Mhm–” Before he could even respond, Dohoon has already squeezed himself into his arms, mumbling in pure satisfied glee. “You could have slept without me if you’re this tired.”

“I don’t have my favorite pillow.” Despite being a few centimeters tall, Jihoon could easily carry Dohoon in his arms. He would jump into his arms when no one’s looking, a scene of pure fragility that only Jihoon has witnessed. He would nuzzle his head to his neck, breathe in contentment, before letting himself go because he knew his roommate never minds. 

“You acting cute, doesn’t mean you can get away with being a menace.” 

“You always let me get away with it.” His senses were clouded by Jihoon’s scent. The milk-based body wash, the tea-scented shampoo, even the baby powder fabric conditioner that he “accidentally” uses from Youngjae’s set whenever he’s out. It smelled comforting, familiar one that he only feels whenever he’s with him. 

“I should stop enabling you if you’re going to keep being like this.” Jihoon lifts up his hand to pat his head once more. “You should go to sleep next time. You don’t have to wait for me.” 

“I can’t sleep without you.” 

“You sure it’s not because you’re having difficulty sleeping again?” Jihoon, being the f-maxed that he was, pulled away to take Dohoon’s face between his hands. His face only inches away from him. There was nothing unusual about being this close to Jihoon, the way his eyes gazes to each part of his face, worried.

But there was something about that day, the closeness and softness lingering between them that had Dohoon’s eyes wondering down his lips, the way they curve, wondering how it would feel against his fingers. He wondered if it was soft. He wondered if it would bring him comfort the way the words that passes through those lips do to him. He wondered if it tasted the same as the toothpaste they share. 

Dohoon, half-awake as he was, eyes groggy, mind barely in its full function, hooks his arm around his neck. “Jihoon-ah.” Jihoon shuts his worried yap after noticing that his hyung wasn’t exactly paying attention to him– or at least to his words. 

“What is it?” Jihoon’s hands found his hips, his palm laying flat against his back that had Dohoon arching forward, closer until heat rose to his cheeks, to his neck. By this position, Dohoon had his back against the sink, Jihoon trapping him between until there were barely any space between them. It wasn’t intentional, but it was scarily casual.

Too casual. 

There was something intentional  about how unintentional  these moments are for them. Just two friends who find comfort in each other’s space. Two friends with hands linked, bodies tangled, breathes exchanged. It was all too unintentionally casual– platonic. 

Something broke. Dohoon felt his heart clenched even as his body move instinctively closer to him. Even then, Jihoon didn’t seem to care– he didn’t seem to mind. Not when Dohoon reaches up to run his finger through his still warm hair. Not when he places his hand on his cheeks. Jihoon didn’t mind– or at least he didn’t seem to care in that way. Pressed and close. Dohoon wondered if Jihoon could hear how his heart woke all his consciousness until he was moving on pure instinct. 

His finger grazing against his lower lip, dragging them down, feeling how plush, how soft it felt against the tip of his fingers. “Hyung–” This time, his voice was hushed, breathing staggered. Finally, Jihoon was caught off guard. 

“I want to kiss you, Jihoon-ah.” 

As soon as those words parted from his lips, Dohoon knew things were bound to change. He couldn’t look up. He couldn’t even look at the lips that allured him into breaking all bounds in the first place. He just stood there, eyes wide, his attention everywhere else but him. 

“What?” What broke his heart even more was how he felt Jihoon pull back. The way the weight of his hand on his hips felt to the side of the sink. He could feel the whimper threatening to escape his mouth at the lack of contact. The way he stepped back, not far, but enough to not feel him anymore.  

“Ignore that.” Dohoon whispered, arms dropping from his neck to his side until he was just standing there between his arms, shoulders quivering in dread. “It was nothing, just…. Whatever.” 

“I–” Jihoon was about to say something, to move, to ask him questions, but before he could even dare, Dohoon has already managed to escape his space. 

“Forget it, Jihoon-ah,” Dohoon says again. His voice more firm. “Please just…” A heavy breath passing through his lips. “Just forget about it.” 

– March 29, 9:00 PM–

Neither of them forgot about it. It was an unwritten rule that no matter what your issues were you should always be on your best behavior whenever you’re at work and so Dohoon and Jihoon kept their front as if nothing changed– No, it was almost as though nothing really did change. The morning of March 29 was awkward, waking up to avoiding gazes, light brushes against their fingers has them leaping apart as though sparks pulled them away. But as soon as night fell, they were back to how they were, joking, laughing, Dohoon even wiping the tears from Jihoon’s eyes as soon as the fanmeeting ended.

Somehow. 

“You really are a big crybaby, aren’t you?” Dohoon stumbled back when Youngjae peeled the younger from him, taking the crying Jihoon from his space to place both his hands at the side of his cheeks. Dohoon stood there, wondering why the warmth on his stomache disapparated. A hollow feeling grappled him whole as Jihoon sobs louder while everyone cheered– everyone but him.

“I’m not a crybaby! I’m just– I’m just–” Jihoon couldn’t even continue his words from the tears pouring out of his eyes, his throat closing from the fullness of his heart that Youngjae with ultimate fondness for him, just went and wrapped his arms around him. “Thankful… really grateful.” Somehow Jihoon calmed down after feeling Youngjae’s arms around him. His tears welling up, his words clearer. His shoulders steady. 

Dohoon counted each time Youngjae patted his back, how each pat came with a touch that lingered. He watched as Jihoon snuggled to his neck, his hand up his back to keep him steady. Every movement was observed like a hawk eyeing its prey from behind, careful and intentional. He watched as he drowned in whatever hollowness that came with the sight of him. 

Dohoon couldn’t handle it anymore. He stood up–

And went straight to the door, undetected. Leaving the room with his hand to his chest, the unfamiliar feeling burning even more. He sat outside with his phone, trying to keep himself busy while trying to grasp what was going on. 

– March 30, 3AM –

The night came slower than he anticipated. The company dinner ended at past 3AM with the members either half-drunk, half-awake, or both. They didn’t have a schedule for the next day and all six of them scoured to the dorm with one thing in mind– rest. 

Dohoon didn’t even bother to speak, didn’t even bother to talk to Youngjae and Jihoon about their bathroom schedule, he just sprinted and went. Clothes undone, the water flowing to fill the tub, then came the knock. 

“Hyung,” Jihoon’s small voice echoed through the door. Dohoon didn’t know why it made him nervous. Why suddenly the hollow pit on his chest disappeared at the sound of his voice. Curious. Dohoon swallowed the lump on his throat before responding with a casual hum. “Are you going to take long? I want to wash my face at least, I’m too tired to take a bath.” 

“Then where will you sleep?” Dohoon reached for the door knob. Disappointment flooding through. Neither of them slept on their bed without a thorough bath, despite anything Dohoon says about Jihoon, he was almost as much of a clean freak as he was. 

“I’ll sleep at the couch.” 

It was abrupt. Dohoon had opened the door for a bright red Jihoon with eyes barely open, cheeks flushed, wearing barely anything but a bathrobe that was partially tied. 

And like always, Jihoon didn’t mind. 

He didn’t mind when Dohoon slammed the door to his face to tie his robe better. He didn’t mind when Dohoon was beaming red from his abrupt bareness. It was as if nothing had happen. Nothing uncommon. Nothing new. Casual. 

“Just…” Dohoon turned to head towards the tub, the water barely half-way. His hand clutching the ends of his robe as Jihoon walked in with him. He didn’t know what came to him, maybe its the way his chest felt too tight, his heart pounding too loud against his ears. Jihoon was an arm-length away, the sound of the water from the faucet melding with the water filling the tub. He could hear him release a satisfied noise as he washes his face, his hair over the faucet. He was so close and yet somehow, Dohoon couldn’t feel him. 

Nothing was supposed to be awkward between them. They were friends. Friends who get overly clingy, friends who sometimes flirt, tease, and even touch. So everything was okay, anything was okay. But as soon as the next words left his mouth, Dohoon felt as though the world has betrayed him. 

“Do you want to join me?” Again, Jihoon froze. Right there, leaning at the exact place where he said his first impulsivity just the night before. “I mean I– it’s just… I know you’re tired and you might prefer your bed so if you want to join, we can share–”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that, hyung?” Dohoon felt air knock out of his chest when Jihoon turned, a foot closer until his back was on the shelves behind him, holding back every bit of sanity that he has left. Even with his back behind the light, he could clearly see the redness on his face and neck, droplets of water falling to his cheeks from his hair. He felt trapped, his chest heaving as Jihoon stood there, hands to himself.

“Yes,” he replied, words barely forming. “I don’t mind.” 

“Ohh, uhm… Okay.” He rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat before slipping out of his shirt. Casual. Even now as they stood in the middle of their shared bathroom, half-naked, everything was still casual. No unnecessary reactions. Just two friends who have now slipped inside the tub, filled to their leg. 

“I uhm… Were you going to soak?” It was almost hilarious how they’re both standing awkwardly in their bathrobe, conscious enough to just stand there, unsure of what to do. 

“I was planning to… We can uhm… soak together?” Dohoon’s eyes wondered everywhere but at him. “Is that weird?” His voice small. 

And there, the tension broke. Jihoon rolls out a loud laugh, barely even able to hold his posture as he bends back, laughter resonating all over the bathroom. “Why are we like this?” Dohoon wanted to ask the same thing with a different context. 

The younger leaned closer to him this time, closing the faucet for the tub as he turns him around, his chest against his back. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, hyung.” His breath was brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Too close. “Let me help you wash.” 

“Will… Will that be okay?” He felt something brush against his shoulder, something soft right on his neck. 

“You’ve never asked questions before, hyung.” He was shaking. Jihoon’s hand found the ties of his robe, carefully letting the fabric drop until his robe falls open. Everything happened in barely a few seconds but to Dohoon it felt like an hour of burning and contemplation. His robe undone and placed carefully to the side. He could barely turn his head, unsure if Jihoon has placed his robe with his. If he was naked with him as he guides him to sit down, taking the shower head from the hook. “You should relax.” Jihoon chuckles, pulling him closer by his waist. 

“How can I relax when we’re in showering together?” Dohoon mutters. He was between his legs, his chest right to his back. It was too intimate, more intimate than anything they’ve done before. He could barely breath as Jihoon carefully runs the shower over his hair to his back. 

“You said you’ve showered with Kyungmin before, how different is it with me?” His fingers cascading over his arms to his shoulder, as though he’s leaving imprints of his touches against his skin, running his thumbs over his shoulder, pressing against nerves that has him closing his eyes, biting his lips to stop any noise from coming out. 

“Just–” 

“Just?” His mouth gap when Jihoon pulled him closer, his hand firm against his shoulder, his lips behind his ear. 

“Just.” Jihoon’s hold soften as he responds with a hum and then proceeds to apply shampoo over his hair. 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“I want to.” Again, the soft press against his neck. Dohoon didn’t know how to bring it up, how to ask him what it was, so instead he lets Jihoon do whatever he wishes while he sits there, compliant, lips tight, shoulders tensed, and heart drumming to his chest. 

“Hyung,” 

“Hm?” Dohoon hums. 

“You smell nice.” 

“Because you’re using your bodywash on me.” 

“I like it.” Jihoon mutters, placing his chin on his shoulder, his arm around his bare waist. “You smell just like me.” 

Dohoon sat there frozen as Jihoon continued to snuggle against him, his lips on his shoulder, nose on his neck. But it was just that… Just a touch. Just a snuggle between friends. Yes, between friends. Just… two friends. 

“Jihoon-ah,” Dohoon, with the smallest courage he had left, taps his hands from his waist. “We should probably get up. The water’s getting too cold, we might get sick.” He didn’t turn. He pulled away, standing up with no mind to the younger who stayed inside. He closed the blinds between them, drying himself clean and slipping into his pajamas. Jihoon didn’t mutter anything else after even when he slipped out to change into his clothes. 

Silence. 

“Hyung,” Jihoon tried again. This time, Dohoon turned, more composed after a few seconds to himself. “Dry my hair for me?” 

Dohoon’s heart softened there and then. Jihoon with his head lowered, a towel in one hand, and a small smile that he can’t ignore. 

“You’re ridiculous.” He rolls his eyes, blasting the hair dryer on his hand as he runs his fingers through his damp hair.  “You could’ve done this by yourself.” 

“I washed your hair and your back for you, hyung. It’s the least you can do.” Jihoon giggles, his hand finding his waist, a gentle touch that went unnotice until his still cold fingers sneaked inside his shirt, pressing them to small of his back to bring him closer. 

“Jihoon-ah.” Dohoon called, voice stern in warning. What are you doing? He meant to ask, but somehow he didn’t even need to. All Jihoon did was flash a smile, hands not moving an inch. “Jihoon-ah.” He tried again. This time, placing the hair dryer down to look at him. His lips quivering as Jihoon rolls his thumb in circles. “What are we doing?” His voice defeated. 

“What’s wrong with this, hyung?” The younger loomed closer. 

“Just–”

“Just what?” Dohoon couldn’t even stop the whine leaving his lips when Jihoon parted his hands from him, reaching to tuck the fallen hair behind his ear. “You never finish your words, hyung. How would I know what you want and don’t want.” 

“I don’t want anything.” He mumbles, his body responding otherwise. The moment Jihoon’s palm rests against his cheek, he leans to his touch. 

“You asked me something yesterday.” Jihoon gently presses his thumb against his lower lip, his breath hitching, the renounced confidence putting him in trial as Dohoon parts his lips for him. His tongue swiping over his thumbs as soon as it found its way in. Jihoon scoffs, smug as he places his hold back down to his chin. “Tell me what you want from me, hyung.” 

“I said forget it.” Dohoon whimpered, Jihoon’s thumb still against his lip. 

“Don’t want to.” 

“Please,” Dohoon clutched the fabric of his shirt. 

“Please what?”

“Jihoon.” A small whine escapes his lips. 

“You have to tell me, hyung.” Jihoon lifts up his chin, his forehead looming closer to his. “Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me.” Jihoon didn’t give him a second to think, to back out. As soon as those words left his mouth, Jihoon pulled him in. One hand on his cheek, the other on his waist. 

The dread only came once. His mind whirling through situations of “what nows” and “what have I done,” but the younger, sensing his hesitation, shifts their position to where he’s pressed against the sink. He didn’t shift to kissing him harder to make him forget, if any, Jihoon’s kisses grew softer, more gentle that it allowed Dohoon to melt right there. 

Kissing Jihoon was everything he imagined it to be. The way he’d lead and shift from kissing his lips to peppering his entire face whenever he’d tap out for breaks. He didn’t miss how his mouth would break into smiles whenever a noise would escape from his mouth. 

He didn’t know how long it was before he tapped out, lightly pushing Jihoon away from his now swollen lips, panting. 

“How was it?” Jihoon asked, cheeks as red as his. It was too adorable of a sight that Dohoon couldn’t help but let out a low exasperated– but contented laugh. 

“Do you want me to give you a grade or something?” Dohoon hooks his arm around his neck. 

“No, like–” 

“It was good, Jihoon-ah.” There was something about this exact moment that felt right. It was them in everyway possible. Unintentionally casual as they both laughed between breath. No one talked, no one discussed what was going to happen from then on. It was almost as if they both knew. It wasn’t something that needed to be discussed. 

So that night, Jihoon and Dohoon laid on Dohoon’s bed. Dohoon nestled on his chest, arms around each other as if they worry that the other would disappear the moment the sun peaks through their blinds. They laid there, resting in each other’s space, silently breathing centimeters against each other, and neither of them complained. 

– March 30, 3PM –

No one dared to bother the entire group the following day. Some of them slept in, some of them went back home, but they made sure that if a room if closed shut, no one should come in and bother their well-deserved rest. So neither of the four members bothered to disrupt the Hoonhoonz room, even Youngjae, who shared their bathroom didn’t bother them the entire day. 

It was past 3PM when Jihoon woke up, limbs sore from all the dancing and carrying, but mostly from Dohoon who was practically on top of him, eyes still shut, drool at the side of his lips. He could barely feel his arms and legs, but he didn’t push him off. He didn’t want to. Not when Dohoon looked too adorably comfortable in his arms. Not when the memory of their kiss haunted him as soon as he woke up. The way his lips felt against his, how they breathed the same air, how their bodies pressed together. Jihoon couldn’t help but smile as he cascades his fingers through his hair. 

Adorable. 

Too Adorable. 

Dohoon leaned into his touch like a small cat, waiting for more rubs, and Jihoon was more than willing to give it to him, patting his head with a gleeful smile as he moves him gently down to his arms for him to place a kiss on his forehead then between his eyes.

“Hmm, what time is it?” Dohoon mutters, arms getting tighter around his waist. “...I wanna sleep more.”

Jihoon chuckles, placing another kiss down his nose, “It’s past 3PM, hyung.” Satisfied with how Dohoon’s cheeks puffed when he shifted until he was leaning against his bedrest, Jihoon pats him by his shoulder. “We’ve already missed breakfast and lunch, we might miss dinner at this point if you don’t wake up.” 

He watched him pucker up his lips, chin high, and head tilted back. 

“What is that?” Jihoon asked, knowing fully well what he wanted. He placed his hands on the both sides of his cheeks. 

“Don’t annoy me.” Dohoon whined, lips still puckered to him. “It should be automatic for you from now on.” 

“You’re asking way too much from me, hyung.” Jihoon leaned in to press his lips against his. Dohoon sighs against his lips, arms loose around his waist, his ears turning bright red as Jihoon slips his hand inside his shirt, resting his palm against his skin. His thumb drawing circle at the small of his back, urging him to keep going, to lead if he wanted. 

Last night’s– if not earlier that morning– kiss session at the bathroom wasn’t the last kiss they shared. As soon as Jihoon and Dohoon had slipped off to the bathroom and finally ready to bed, Dohoon was first to initiate any contact, wrapping his arms around his waist, his head on the pillow next to his.

“Jihoon-ah.” Dohoon asked. 

“Mhm?” Jihoon hums, as if his bed was enough to shut all of his functions as soon as he laid down to sleep. 

“Will you let me kiss you more?” Dohoon’s lips were already on his jaw before he could even answer. He lets him. The exhaustion from the three days fanmeetings and months of rehearsal finally hitting him. Jihoon places one arm over his waist as Dohoon slowly shifts from his jaw to his cheeks. 

“All you want, hyung.” He lets Dohoon trap his lips once more, taking the lead as he nimbles on his bottom lip, movingto partially hover on top of him. 

“God, You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Dohoon mumbles, his tongue swiping against his mouth for access. 

“How long?” Jihoon grips onto his waist as Dohoon starts busying himself by infiltrating his mouth, the sound of their lips breaking through the dead of night, heavy breathing as they bought fought to not pull away as if they needed each other to breathe. 

Jihoon knew Dohoon was sensitive, but he didn’t expect him to be this sensitive where once he slipped his hand to feel his back, a small muffled noise vibrates through their kiss, followed by a soft whine when he pulled his hand back to where it was safe. 

Safe for the night at least. 

“Everyday.” Dohoon replied between their lips, between pants that he wondered if his words even made sense. “...I want to kiss you everyday.” 

“Then I’ll let you.” Jihoon was first to pull away, to let the small thread of saliva droop between them. He pulled them both up until he was leaning against the pillow and Dohoon was fully on his lap. He tucks a fallen strand behind his ear. “I’ll kiss you whenever you want me to kiss you.”

“And…? what about you?” Dohoon asks. 

“What about me?” 

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

“If I had anymore energy left, we would kiss until our lips bleed. I will kiss you until not a single part of your body is left untouched. I will kiss you until the sun bleeds to the night and the night back–” 

“It was a simple yes or no answer, Jihoon-ah.” Dohoon chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I was trying to hand you my heart, why do you have to be annoying?” Jihoon huffs, pulling him by his chin to press his lips against his, harder but intentional. It was brief, but enough for Dohoon to quiver at the lack of contact. 

“You didn’t have to say anything, you know.” Dohoon mumbles, pressing their forehead together. “I know what you meant.” 

“Then why did you have to ask if I wanted to kiss you?” 

“Because I needed to hear you say that I wasn’t deluding myself that you want me too.” 

“Well,” Jihoon smiles, pressing one more kiss on his lips– softer this time. “Yes, I do want to kiss you.” Somehow,that directness made Dohoon smile even more. 

– March 30, 5PM –

Jihoon has managed to pull Dohoon out of bed past 4PM with ramen and takeouts. Youngjae and Hanjin were still at the dorms while Shinyu and Kyungmin opted to go back home for their one day break, but neither of them went out when Jihoon offered.

“Isn’t this too much?” Dohoon asked, helping him unpack the stacks of food. 

“You’re asking me that when your eyes are sparkling from all of them.”  

“I didn’t say I didn’t want them. I just said don’t you think we bought too much?” Jihoon was about to pull the seat adjacent to where Dohoon was when the older cleared his throat, eyeing the seat beside him. 

“Don’t you think it would be better if I sit in front of you than beside you?” Before Dohoon could even contest, Jihoon had already slipped beside him. “I’m sitting beside you because I know you won’t let this go.” 

“You don’t have to sit beside me if you don’t want to.” Dohoon rolls his eyes, lightly shoving the plates like a small child being refused of play. Jihoon sense his annoyance could only laugh, wrapping his arms around him, placing his chin by his shoulder. 

“You really are a sulky little puppy, you know.” 

“You love teasing me too much.” Dohoon scoffs. 

“Because you’re a menace to be with.” 

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” 

“Partially.” Dohoon’s mouth gaped, ready to tell him before when a loud thud came from the room behind them. 

“Are you two fighting again?” Youngjae groans, his hair still disheveled, phone in one hand before he slips to the chair in front of them. He looked up once, eyes flickering from the way Jihoon was way too close, Dohoon not budging against his touch. Just once, and all he did after was sigh. “You’re both seriously the weirdest pair I’ve ever seen.” 

“Don’t you mean the cutest?” Jihoon chimes, voice a lot sweeter as he nudges Dohoon closer, the chair screeching, almost as loud as the way Dohoon’s heart drummed against his ear. 

“Get your hands off me,” Dohoon tried to peel him off, but Jihoon held him there. 

“I can kiss you here and Youngjae-hyung wouldn’t mind.” 

“That’s…!” Dohoon turns to Youngjae who seemed more interested than he was earlier, head leaning against his palm as he rest his elbow on the table. “Wha– Why on earth would I even kiss you?” 

“Why not?” Youngjae shrugs, picking a sealed container from the table. “You asked him to kiss you the other night, didn’t he?” 

“You told him?!” Dohoon gasped. 

“Well, He’s Youngjae-hyung. You know he pries too much.” Jihoon chuckles, placing a kiss just below his chin to calm him down. 

“B-but I thought…” Dohoon lowers his head. 

“You thought what?” 

“I thought you liked Youngjae more,” He mumbles, fingers playing with Jihoon’s who was on his waist. “I just– You have more chemistry than we do.”

“We do have chemistry, don’t we?” Youngjae eyes Jihoon with a small laugh, but was immediately reciprocated by a glare from a still pouting Dohoon. 

“Try one bullshit and I’m cutting your towels, Choi Youngjae.” Youngjae was wheezing at this point, his laughter grew louder, resounding all over the dorms as Dohoon shifts his hand around Jihoon who could only smile in glee. 

“You’re insane, Kim Dohoon.” Youngjae mutters between breath. “I haven’t laughed this hard for so long, oh god. I didn’t expect you to be this jealous?” 

“You can’t blame me! Jihoon talks as if he wants to move into your room every time you’re both together overseas. You’re both clinging like each other’s second skin. Jihoon never clings to me like that. Only you.” 

“That’s because I know Youngjae-hyung would never budge. You, on the other hand,” Jihoon creates a small space between them, just enough for him to cup his cheek to press a peck on his lips. “You will spiral.” 

“You mean you–” Youngjae points to Jihoon, “will spiral.” 

“It’s the same thing.” Jihoon whines, ears red. 

“He’s trying to act all macho around you, that was a sign enough.”

“It was?” Dohoon tilts his head. “So you were trying to win me all these time?” 

“I mean– I… I wasn’t really trying–” With that, Dohoon could only laugh, his chest a lot lighter as Jihoon grumbles excused beneath his breathe. His neck getting as red as his red. 

“He’s insane for you, if that helps.” Youngjae shrugs, the sound of takeout containers that they ordered slowly being peeled open and devoured while the two settle inside their small bubble. 

“Thank god for that,” Dohoon mutters before leaning in to shut the younger up with a kiss, all while Youngjae sit there, knowing he didn’t have to be at the front row seat of the hoonhoonz daily yearning session anymore. 

– March 30, 9PM–

Everything happened too fast and it all only started to dawn on him a few hours later. The couple decided to play games after their hour long dinner until all the members chimed in– even Shinyu and Kyungmin who was out the entire day sprinted to play with them after. Everything was going well until they decided to call it a night. 

At least for some of them. 

It was well past 9PM and he wanted nothing more than to let his bed swallow him while he drifts off in a well-deserved rest beside Jihoon. But again, that was what he wanted. Jihoon obviously had other plans. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Dohoon asked, brows furrowed at a newly dressed Jihoon. 

“I haven’t danced all day, My limbs are restless. I’ll visit the company for a few hours, You can go ahead and sleep first.” Jihoon didn’t even let him sleep. He just picked up his bag, his favorite fabric headdress tied around his head, pressed a quick kiss on his lips and left. 

“He can’t even go about a single day without dancing.” Dohoon sighs– not in frustration, or at least the frustration didn’t last too long. He turned to Jihoon’s side of the room, even without him, his presence was still there. The warmth of him lingered that it didn’t felt lonely. He reaches for his lips, feeling how quickly his lips slotted against his, the brisk second and somehow the kiss had already felt perfect for him, because like always, everything with Jihoon felt too unintentionally intentional as though they didn’t even need to try because so long as it’s him and Jihoon, everything was bound to be perfect in time. 

Dohoon couldn’t help but smile as he nudged Jihoon’s tent open, slipping in his bed as he rest in his lingering warmth. 

– April 1, 2AM–

Jihoon finished at 2AM, his normal hours off work. His limbs felt more refreshed after hours of just him under the dim light of the practice room, dancing whatever, perfecting angles and moves until he can’t move his legs anymore. He entered the dorm almost 3AM, his bed tent closed tight so he assumed Dohoon, for once, didn’t wait for him to sleep. 

He kept his movement slow to avoid any further noise. He showered and changed in less than 20 minutes before he undoes the zipper and slipped right beside him. 

Dohoon’s back was turned away, the blanket barely covering his body.  

“I thought you can’t sleep without your favorite pillow and yet here you are, cuddled up like a small baby.” Jihoon taps his cheeks before sinking in the bed with him. 

“You suck at being quiet, you know.” Dohoon grumbles, arms instantly finding its way around his body. “You love dancing way too much.” Not an ounce of frustration or annoyance in his voice. 

“You told me I was the best, I had to live up to your expectation.” 

“You’re already the best at dancing.” 

“And you’re the best at flattering me.” Jihoon with his face warm, lightly squishes his cheek. “Go to sleep.” 

“Can I tell you something before we sleep?” Dohoon groggily lifts himself up until his head was on his shoulder, his lips ghosting against his jaw. 

“Mhm?” Jihoon hums. 

“Jihoon-ah,” Dohoon’s voice came more like a whisper teasing his ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear tonight.” 

The room felt like closing in on his lungs as heat rose to his cheek. Jihoon blinked, more awake than ever. His head turned to Dohoon who, even in the dimness of their room, only responded with a soft giggle, pressing his legs around his sides.

“Wha–” 

“We should sleep.” Dohoon said instead, unhooking his legs from his waist before turning around with his back to him. “Good night, Hoon-ah.” 

“Wait hyung, what do you mean by–”

“Good night.” 

“Hyungggg,” Jihoon whines, his chin on his shoulder. 

“What?” Dohoon asked mischievously. “You said we should sleep.” 

“You want me to sleep after that?” 

“You’re too interested in my clothes, Hoon-ah. It’s not like I’m laying on your bed naked.” Dohoon hums as Jihoon starts peppering his neck with wet kisses up to his jaw and ear. 

“But you could be.” His hand slips inside his shirt. 

“I–” before Dohoon could say another word, another tease, Jihoon has already pulled him up with Dohoon straddling his lap. “You said we were going to sleep–” 

“You were teasing me, weren’t you?” He drops his lips to his collarbone. “You wanted to test how far I’d go.” Dohoon could only clench his shirt, the sound of their heavy breathing resounding all over their room. The younger’s hand drift down to slip his hand under his shirt. 

“Mm, sorry…” Dohoon gasped when Jihoon tugged his top until the buttons popped open. His hand shifting from his back to his abdomen to his chest. His thumb brushes against his nipples as his mouth trails down his collarbone, sucking against his skin until it bruises. “Jihoon-ah–” He whimpers, craving for more than his mouth, more than his touch against his skin. His mouth was on his bud, his hand on his waist, holding him down.

“Ji–” 

“Mhm?” His hum vibrating through his chest. He could feel his mouth lapping against his chest. 

“Please…” 

“Please what?” His pajama was slipping to his shoulder, letting the younger’s kisses shift. “We were supposed to sleep weren’t we?” 

“After riling me up like this?” 

Jihoon chuckles, his kiss softer, less teasing. “It’s past 4AM. We should sleep.” 

Again, Dohoon blinked, confused. “Wha–” Jihoon pulls him back down, tugging his shirt close with a satisfied smile on his lips. “That’s it?” 

“That was your good night kiss.” Jihoon hums, pure satisfaction as he tucks him in. 

“What do you mean good night kiss?!” 

“Well, I was kissing you good night.” 

“You can’t possibly be serious right now, Han Jihoon.” Jihoon scoots in, his arms around him before placing another kiss on his back. 

“Good night, Hyung.” 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” Dohoon huffs. 

“I guess that’s what makes us perfect for each other then.” Jihoon hums. 

“Did you know…?” 

“That you were trying to pull an April Fool’s Prank on me by riling me up and leaving me to imagine the night alone? I’m not that stupid, hyung.” 

“So you backfired my prank on me.” 

“Not really. You can think about it as giving you a taste of what’s to come.” 

“I could’ve tasted it now.” Dohoon grumbles, rolling his eyes. 

– April 1, 1 PM–

“So how did your little plan go?” Youngjae asked. 

“Awful.” Dohoon droops against his seat. 

“Sure. Awful,” Youngjae mocks, his brows raised. “You do know you’re wearing your polo shirt up to the top button, right?” 

“I–” His ears red and Youngjae didn’t need any further explanation.