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Chapter 18 - Brink

Now for the nth time today Soobin had come to a conclusion that Yeonjun was doing this on purpose.

There has to a purpose, for fucking sure.

Because why would Yeonjun wear a sky blue striped shirt which is questioningly so loose and so oversized for his small body that the collar fell off his gorgeous sharp and quite wide shoulder, it's length reaching down to the older's mid thigh under which the red head had wore a pair of black panty shorts that hugged his butt so well that it enhanced those luscious curves whenever Yeonjun stretched.

Not like Soobin was staring (he was, but too embarrassed to accept it), he just seemed to be lucky enough to get a glimpse of it.

"Binnie." Yeonjun called out, cheeks flushing just a bit, finding that Soobin was already staring at him.

God, the way Yeonjun called out for him made Soobin want to take the nearest pillow, shove his face into it and scream, but he did none and looked at the older one right in his eyes.

"Yes, hyung?" He asked, keeping his voice as normal as he could trying hard not to let those long smooth legs distract him.

"Can't find spam," Yeonjun pouted, "I really wanted to fry it and eat it with buldak noodles," he looked at the younger, jumping up and sitting on the counter with one leg crossed on the other.

Soobin had to shift his gaze away from the extra skin that revealed, he was not a pervert and he isn't going to succumb down his dignity for just a pair of fucking smooth and shinny and gorgeous legs.

"Have you checked the top shelf?" He asked in the midst of getting up himself and walking to the kitchen, arm stretching out to open the top shelf, eyebrows furrowing when he didn't find it there, because it's always there. 

"Found it?" Yeonjun asked, shifting closer to Soobin, head resting on the younger's side.

Shaking his head, Soobin closed the shelf, "shift," he told the older, sighing rather loud when Yeonjun just shifted a bit back and spread his thighs, the younger had nothing to do but slide between the space and open the shelf trying hard to ignore the way Yeonjun's hot breath hit his neck and he could feel all the goosebumps coming alive on his skin, "not here either." He clicked his tongue.

"So we don't have it?" Yeonjun sulked, a pout decorating his pretty lips looking up at Soobin with his dark eyes shiny and wide, his red hair messy scattered around his forehead blocking his sight.

Not being able to resist himself, Soobin reached out tucking the strands of red behind the older's ears, leaning down just to softly peck his nose, one arm delicately curling around Yeonjun's lithe waist. He loved how domestic they were being.

"I'll get some tomorrow, promise," he sighed, another peck landing on Yeonjun's puffy cheeks, "don't sulk, princess." He teased, surely not forgotten about it, but was a bit surprised when Yeonjun fisted his shirt around his waist pulling his body closer.

"Just don't throw it around like that," Yeonjun whispered eyes looking right into the other pair looking back at him, he licked over his lips witnessing the younger's gaze ditching his eyes for his lips, "it makes me feel things." He purred, forefinger tracing around Soobin's side before coming to teasingly moving it around the other's chest.

"Seductive much?" Soobin breathed out, holding Yeonjun's wrist, his breath getting ragged as he and the others continued to stare at him with those hooded eyes, so tantalizingly alluring, luring him into this mess of hormones. 

"Is it working?" Yeonjun threw the question around, a little laugh bubbling out of his pretty lips, eyes shining with mischievous glint, he fluttered his eyelashes.