WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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Soobin wakes up, he couldn't sleep. He felt restless.

So many thoughts and feelings swirling within him. So many questions too. Soobin sits up easily, Yeonjun's weight no longer on top of him. He looks to his side to see Yeonjun lying down next to him. He rests on his stomach, bare back facing the sky. The crack of the blinds on the window allowed from the blue colored street lamp to reflect shapes across his smooth back, his muscles that were relaxed. Yeonjun's cheek was pressed to the pillow, his arms resting underneath it, taking up space, elbows jutting out.

Soobin couldn't see the boy's face, his dark hair fanning around him, all messily, covering up the sleeping expression Soobin loves so much.

He takes in the sight. A rarity to see Yeonjun sleeping so soundly, molded to the bed.

Soobin bites his bottom lip. He reaches out, gentle fingers outstretched. He takes his time, slowly reaching toward Yeonjun's warm skin. The tips of his fingers finally press against him.

Images of Yeonjun's hands around Meg's throat flash in his mind. He gasps, retracting his fingers way. Soobin's brows furrow and he shuts his eyes, willing the images away.

When he open them again, he's met with Yeonjun's sleeping figure once again.

Soobin reaches out once more, fingers touching the warm skin, applying more presssure. He then glides his hand down, down, down the small of Yeonjun's back before stroking up again. Soobin traces over the defines muscles of the boy's back. The next time he closes his eyes he's met with a different image. No longer Yeonjun's hands around Meg's neck. Instead it's one that makes him smile.

But, It wasn't an image, but instead a memory, from years ago.

They were outside, Soobin blinking up at the sun, blurring his vision.

He hears rustling from behind him. Soobin turns around, gaze following the noise. Blinking rapidly, blotches of light cover the figure before him, standing now in front of him.

"Soobin! Were you even counting?" A high pitched voice says.

Soobin smiles, and nods. "I counted to exactly five minutes!"

Finally Yeonjun's face comes into view. His rosy cheeks, and tight lipped smile. One brow raised.

"Really? Felt like 2 minutes."

Soobin shrugs, smiling back at Yeonjun's growing expression.

Yeonjun was shirtless, lanky, and skinny. Now with a goofy grin that seemed to be the biggest thing on his body at the time.

Yeonjun then looks down at himself. "You see them? See my abs?" The boy says.

Yeonjun then tenses his tummy. The boy doesn't breathe at the exertion. Soobin laughs, raising his finger to poke at it. Yeonjun immediately curls in on himself, squirming away.

Soobin wanted to tell him that 2 weeks of planks wasn't gonna render any significant results. But he didn't have the heart to tell him.

"I see them!"

Yeonjun smiles, straightening his body up again. His chest now popping out. "Okay! Poke again! I'm ready now."

Soobin smiles.

When he opens his eyes, he's back, staring down at Yeonjun's sleeping figure. He resumed his fingers, tracing them over the broad planes of Yeonjun's back.

He's mine. Soobin thinks. The boy in his memory. And the boy before him. Both mine.

Soobin leans forward, careful. His head ducking down toward Yeonjun's bare skin. He keeps going until he can smell the boy's wash and shampoo. Until his bangs tickle Yeonjun's skin. Soobin presses his lips together, gently kissing the skin between the man's shoulder blades. He lingers there for a moment before pulling back, breathing in deeply and slowly.