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Sometimes, pride and sheer self-love overtook every single sense in Hoseok's body——sometimes, it was triggered by reminding himself that the fact that he was one of the more popular members in the band. It rarely happened, but whenever Kihyun's lips curled into a mischievous smile and his fingers ran over Hoseok's own slender fingers with the most gentle of touches, something stirred in the older man's gut. It was usually Yoo Kihyun's fault. There was something about the glint in the younger man's eyes that did things to Hoseok's mentality and his mind wandered into every single aspect of thought that it shouldn't.
And blame it all on the one fan meeting where three of the members had been forced into cute little maid outfits (and a schoolgirl uniform)——to hell with the idea that it was a broadcast on worldwide television and the younger men weren't allowed to appear without their jeans, under the short skirt.
It had been unfortunate that skin exposure wasn't an aspect of the younger members dressing up in cute outfits, but it was also the day that the lead vocalist had found his interest in wanting to know everything about the smooth planes and curves of Kihyun's body, and the expanses of pale skin——an inappropriate urge to want to mark up every little inch of the younger's body; regardless of who was able to see it.
That's where it all started——the craving for attention and the temptation burning through his veins whenever he was near Kihyun; letting his scent overtake all of Hoseok's senses.
(And when he finally had the guts to approach the younger man about the way his heart built up a swirling storm whenever he looked at him, Kihyun had argued otherwise and they came to a compromise: Hoseok could mark him everywhere and anywhere he wanted, so long as they were the only ones to be able to see it.)
Yoo Kihyun carried himself with this superior air that made Hoseok want to break him down into a whimpering mess underneath him. Something about the younger man simply made him want to be the one in control. That was the trigger to almost all of his fantasies which typically ended in an uncomfortable mess, alone in his bed at some ungodly hour, when all the other members were fast asleep in their own beds.
Apparently, Kihyun was a lot more mischievous than he could ever have wagered for. After a significantly busy fan sign event, while they were packing up, the younger man had slid into the seat right in front of him, eyes shining with bright amusement. Hoseok had been taken aback by the sudden appearance of the main vocalist and he raised an eyebrow at the younger man.
"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kihyun's lips curled into a small smile, a tiny pout despite the curl of pretty lips, and he bat playful lashes at the other vocalist. And in the most playfully feminine voice he could muster, Kihyun blinked at him with innocent eyes, "Oppa, I'm your biggest fan, but I came to the fan sign a little late... you're cleaning up now. Could you still sign something for me? Pretty please?"
It took the older man by surprise and his eyes widened, when Kihyun's eyes narrowed coquettishly. There was a sudden jolt of arousal spiraling through his body——Kihyun's drop dead gorgeous and it only emphasized his pretty features when he pursed his lips and smiled at Hoseok. He swore there was something about the way the younger man's voice dropped as he emphasized the syllables of the honorific.
Hoseok held his breath and attempted to control his composure, but it seemed nothing slipped past the main vocalist's attention.
Uncapping the marker in his hands by sheer instinct, Hoseok scribbled his name onto the front of the album in Kihyun's hands and the brunet grinned at him. When he took the album back, their fingers brushed and Kihyun purposefully let his touch linger on Hoseok's hands; burning slowly.
