Off-Screen (무대아래에서) | Haobin

Chaos (혼란에 빠졌다)

Hanbin wakes up in a state of floating pleasure. He can't quite pinpoint what feels so good... until the moment when he suddenly can. A groan is wrenched from his throat and his hand goes to Hao Hyung's hair.

"Finally. I thought you were going to sleep through coming, too." Hao Hyung lifts his head and grins at him. Hanbin blushes and pushes back Hyung's bangs, threading his fingers through the soft strands. Hao Hyung recently died his hair a reddish brown for their new album's promotional videos and pictures, and Hanbin loves it on him. It goes well with his personality.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Hanbin protests faintly, then groans when Hao Hyung's mouth goes around him again.

"I'm jetlagged. I woke up too early. Should I stop?" Hyung asks him coyly, smiling up at him through his eyelashes.

Hanbin shakes his head "no", feeling weak and helpless. Hyung's smile widens before he swallows him down. Hanbin shudders and grips Hyung's hair in his fist, his pleasure building until he trembles.

Hyung wipes at his mouth as he moves to lie down next to Hanbin, sipping from a glass of water he always keeps next to the bed at night. The light from the lampposts filters through the window curtains, and for a moment Hanbin feels disoriented. This definitely isn't their apartment.

"Where are we?"

"Paris." Hao Hyung gives him his water, and Hanbin sips from it, too. "We leave in a few hours, though."

Hanbin blinks at the light filtering through the window, listening to the distant, unfamiliar sounds of the city. The car sounds are the same as Seoul, yes, but someone's shouting down the street in a language he doesn't understand. French, his sleepy brain finally realizes.

Hyung curls around him, resting his chin on Hanbin's shoulder as Hanbin slowly comes awake and becomes aware of his surroundings.

"Do you want to go up to the roof with me?" Hyung asks him. "See the city a little before we leave?"

"Yes," Hanbin agrees after a moment. He kisses Hyung softly, caressing his jaw.

The roof of their hotel is a lot nicer than the roof of their Seoul apartment. There's decorative plants, and chairs for them to sit on. There's beautiful fairy lights along the railing. It's early enough in the morning that they're entirely alone. Hao Hyung brought the top layer blanket from their hotel room to keep them warm in the frigid cold. They sit on a bench together, and Hao Hyung wraps them up in the blanket until Hanbin stops shivering, his shoulders pressed tight against Hao Hyung's for warmth.

"Wow." Hanbin gapes at the view of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower reaching high into the dark sky. It's like Seoul in that they can't see any stars, just the lights of the city. "This is magical."

"It's like Namsan Tower."

"No, it's much taller," Hanbin disagrees. "This is a very different feeling than Seoul."

"I want to come back with you," Hyung whispers, resting his head against Hanbin's shoulder. "I'm sad we're leaving already. I want to come back just the two of us. Let's eat a lot of food."

Hanbin smiles and finds Hyung's hand under the blanket, threading their fingers together.

"What about for a honeymoon?" Hanbin wonders idly. Hyung is quiet for a long moment. Then he squeezes Hanbin's hand.

"Mm." Hanbin can hear from the warmth in his voice that he's smiling. "That would be nice."

"If we come here in secret, no one will be looking for us. We can go to the Louvre, like you wanted. Eat a lot of food. Definitely more gelato."