[M] DO IT FOR THE FANS [YEONBIN]

26. Change in schedule

Soobin woke up first and stayed in bed supporting his head on his hand, looking at Yeonjun sleep. The elder was laying on his side, facing the other, with one arm around his waist. He didn't have any make-up on so his face looked quite different to what the public was used to seeing. Having lived together for so long, Soobin knew his natural skin very well, but it still was the first time he saw it from this up close.

Yeonjun was beautiful, and that was the only thing that was on the younger's mind.

Soobin was dying to caress the other but didn't want to wake him up, so he just let his own eyes travel along the other's body for some time. When they landed on Yeonjun's face again, the elder was smiling with his eyes closed.

"Are you staring~?", he asked in a raspy voice.

Oh, he's awake.

Soobin smiled and brought one hand to the other's face to caress his cheek, and Yeonjun responded by putting his own fingers on top of it, eyes still closed. The taller bit the tip of his tongue as a means of pinching himself. Out of everything that had happened, out of all the confessions and the hugs and the kisses and the... sex..., waking up next to Yeonjun was what felt the most unreal so far.

"What if I'm staring?", Soobin replied softly, his gaze wandering around the elder's facial features.

"Not surprised. I mean, who wouldn't stare at this?", and he lifted his hand to move it lazily in the air, signaling his own torso.

Soobin chuckled and patted the other's cheek.

"Shut up..."

Yeonjun let his hand idly drop to the younger's hip and finally opened his eyes, meeting the taller's gaze.

"How about you shut me up?", he taunted the other while softly digging his fingers into the skin.

Soobin wondered how it was possible to actually feel one's own heart melting, because the sensations he got when Yeonjun spoke to him like that didn't seem to make any sense at a biological level. He slid his arm under Yeonjun's neck to lower his own body sideways onto the bed, until his head rested in the same pillow as his hyung's.

They kissed softly, Soobin cupping Yeonjun's face in the hand that had never left his cheek, and the elder slowly moving his hand along the other's side and arms. The previous night was the first time they kissed without tension, anxiety, frustration or tears involved. What they felt for each other was finally expressed and understood. They were there for and because of each other.

Soobin pressed his closed lips harder against Yeonjun's, and the hyung slid his free hand under him to wrap both arms around his waist, pulling the taller over himself. They smiled into the kiss.

"Hey", the elder whispered, his voice so low that Soobin almost let out a sigh. "What time is it? Do you think we can...?"

The boy on top smiled but shook his head with resignation.

"I don't think so... We really should get..."

And then his phone rang. He sighed, dropped his head in annoyance, and wearily reached out for it, while Yeonjun glanced him up and down repeatedly, his hands still on Soobin's hips.

However, when the younger read the name on the screen, his body tensed up so suddenly the boy he was straddling widened his eyes and asked: "What...?"

"It's the manager", was the only thing Soobin muttered before hastily picking up the call and clumsily pushing his way through the sheets with his free hand to leave the bed.

Yeonjun also propped himself up and started scanning the room for their clothes.

Usually, receiving a call from their manager or any other employee of the music company during their free day meant that...