WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃30✁

Soobin can't see, his wet bangs cover his eyes as the water runs down his face. Yeonjun watches closely, the boy's skin illuminated by the white tiles of the bathroom, it's white curtain.

Soobin feels Yeonjun's hand touch him, brushing the hair aside.

He takes a breath, blinking the blur away.

The older is smiling, Soobin's lips also upturn into an equally enthusiastic one. And, so, they stand there.

Smiling.

Smiling and breathing, a bit heavy because of the steam. After a while, Soobin's expression slowly drops.

"The doorbell," Soobin sighs, "It hasn't rang yet, has it?"

Yeonjun closes his lips, a small smile still on his cheeks. He shakes his head no.

"I keep..." Soobin closes his eyes, chuckling. "I keep hearing it in my head-"

Yeonjun takes a step closer. "He'll come home. He's just late."

"I'm scared." Soobin chokes out. Yeonjun leans in, pressing their foreheads together.

"He'll be alright. Okay?"

Soobin's lip begins to tremble, "What I-If he doesn't come home? He doesn't respond?"

Yeonjun brings his hands up, cupping Soobin's wet cheeks, softened by the water.

"Then we'll look for him, and bring him back." Yeonjun says, leaning back to meet his eyes. The younger brings his hands up too to feel Yeonjun's knuckles.

"What if- we can't."

Yeonjun gaze seems to sharpen, his jaw tensing. "Don't you know- If I want something, I get it. He'll come back. I'll make sure of it, I always do."

Soobin sniffles, nodding, but it's drowned out by the water. Luckily they both loved their water hot enough to burn.

Soobin calms down, Yeonjun starts cracking jokes and poking at his sides. Later, Soobin gets payback, Yeonjun watching closely as Soobin thoroughly cleans himself, already promising the younger boy "Sorry, if you're sore but we're definitely fucking again."

Soobin flicks him in the head.

They stay in there a moment longer, one minute, ten minutes- they hadn't a clue. After a couple more minutes of laughing and bickering, Soobin finally reaches out to switch the water off, it's so hot and Yeonjun was enjoying the numb feeling on his back too much. Still, the older was grateful once out, his dick and back burned for different reasons as he rubbed himself with Soobin's towel.

Yeonjun walks to Soobin's closet, opening it to drag out his giant cardboard box that he's kept here for years now. He crouches on the floor and takes out some of his shirts and boxers from there. They were soft and smelt good, Yeonjun looks at Soobin as he grips the fabrics tight with one hand, raising it to his nose.

"I did laundry." Soobin shrugs, sitting down on his bed, looking out the window. It's so dark. I hope he's okay. I hope he's not alone...

"Soobin?"

Soobin turns to him, "Hmm?"

Yeonjun looks at him, "It's too loud."