WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(14) Hot Enough.

Wonshik slammed his head onto the table, frustration building up inside his body.

A week.

An entire bloody week and still the song was far from complete.

All that was in Wonshik's song book was a scribble of lyrics here and there that seemed to match but also make entirely no sense to any living being.

He took a look at the scribbles and tried to think. Most people would've been brainstorming but Wonshik's brain was getting nothing but air.

"Aish... I'm getting sick of this.." He grumbled and he wasn't lying.

He has not been back to the dorm in exactly how long? Three, four days maybe. Either way, he was getting nowhere.

"Wonshik?" A soft, gentle voice called out and Wonshik looked to smile at those feline eyes.

Taekwoon.

"Hi, hyung.." He smiled.

"Still not finished?" Taekwoon inquired, sitting next to Wonshik.

Wonshik hummed. He pursed his lips in thought.

He continued to think when a soft sound of singing was heard.

He turned to locate the source and found Taekwoon softly singing under his breath.

The way he hummed the lyrics was in a way sexy. He loved nothing more than listening to Taekwoon sing with his soft, high voice.

"Baby, hot enough..."

That slow, sweet tone.

"Nareul modu samkyeoba.."

The way he just lets the words roll of his tongue.

"Baby, like black hole..."

The way he just effortlessly ends up mesmerizing people in a way so simple such as singing.

Wonshik gulped, feeling a low growl of dominance escape his throat.

Taekwoon stopped singing and turned to Wonshik, tilting his head to the side in question.

"What?" He asked, confusing evident in his expression.

"N-nothing.." Wonshik replied hastily.

Taekwoon continued to think before letting his lips tug upwards in a sly smirk.

"Are you sure..?" Taekwoon questioned cheekily, tilting his head back, biting his bottom lip.

"Uh..." Wonshik voice was lost.

Taekwoon pursed his lips in thought before smirking.

"Ah.. You like my singing that much, Wonshik-ah...?" Taekwoon purred, casually making himself comfortable on Wonshik's lap.

"I n-never- i-i mean- i hardly th-think that-..." Wonshik stuttered, stumbling over his sentences, feeling his cheeks burn.

"Ah... I merely thought it was just the fact that you were staring like you were going to eat me.." Taekwoon continued, fingers twirling into Wonshik's blonde, silky hair.

The other hand trailed down his chest, fingers skittering across the fabric. He smiled slyly when Wonshik's breath hitched.

Taekwoon's eyes were dancing with mischief and it made Wonshik shudder when he thought of the things Taekwoon might've been thinking. His gaze was strong and sharp, making the younger feel so small.

"Hyung, I-..." Wonshik started but was silenced by a slim finger to his lips.

"Shh... No requirement to speak.." Taekwoon whispered huskily.

The older who was on Wonshik's lap leaned down until he was merely three centimeters from meeting the latter's lips. His hot breath hit Wonshik's face and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Anything you want to say?" Taekwoon purred, a finger tracing the latter's jawline.

Wonshik felt his cheeks burn as one wish was asked in his mind. He finally dared to open his eyes.

"Kiss me, hyung?" Wonshik requested finally.

Taekwoon smirked before crashing his lips against Wonshik's, heat blooming across the younger's body as flames flared deep in his abdomen.

"That's all you needed to say.."

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I need holy water.