Seokmin likes kissing Woozi and no matter how much Woozi declines it, he too enjoys them equally.
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Seokmin had always been a free spirit, his personality radiating warmth and openness that drew people in.
Woozi, on the other hand, was more reserved, with a quiet confidence and a sharp wit that often went unnoticed.
They couldn't have been more different in many ways, but their bond was undeniable.
It was something that had grown over time, something neither of them had planned but both of them cherished.
It had all started innocently enough.
Seokmin, always the affectionate one, would sometimes steal a kiss on a whim.
A quick peck on the cheek, a playful brush of lips, a fleeting gesture that meant little to anyone else but something to him.
He found a certain joy in doing so, in showing his affection freely.
But Woozi, ever the private one, would pull away, flustered by Seokmin's forwardness.
"No."
Woozi would say, though there was always a softness to his voice, a hint of a smile fighting its way through the usual cool exterior.
"Stop that."
Seokmin, ever persistent, would laugh, a light, teasing sound that made Woozi's heart skip a beat.
"I can't help it,"
He'd say with a wink.
"You're too cute, Jihoonie hyung."
At first, Woozi had tried to resist, pulling back each time, swatting Seokmin's attempts away like an annoyance.
But something strange began to happen.
Slowly, without even realizing it, Woozi started to look forward to those moments.
At first, it was just the thrill of being kissed, the excitement of something so simple, yet so intimate.
But soon, it was something deeper.
The gentle pressure of Seokmin's lips on his own, the way his breath would hitch when Seokmin's hand cupped his face, the way his heart would beat just a little faster each time their eyes locked before a kiss.
He would never admit it, not even to himself at first, but Woozi had come to crave it, the kisses, the touches, the connection.
Each time Seokmin kissed him, it was like a spark was ignited in him.
And though he would always pretend to be irritated, brushing it off with a huff or a muttered complaint, a small part of him always wanted more.
Seokmin, of course, knew. He could read Woozi like no one else.
