Adore You - Junbob

four

Nothing was official for a really long time.

It was early in the night but that didn't stop the winter sky from darkening incredibly, a soft sense of purple only lingering in the sky showing that twilight was coming to a close. Jiwon was lying on his bed, earphone in one ear and a book in his hands while Junhoe lay further down, his head next to Jiwon's hip as he rested, eyes closed and fatigue in his veins. His feet were hanging off the bed but he didn't really care since it was still comfortable, and it was fun to swing them every now and then without anyone telling him to stop. But at one point he did stop and opened his eyes, looking to the side and he felt his heart do crazy things.

Jiwon was wearing a crop top again. It was beautiful too, dark red, the material was thick, and his jeans were low on his hips so this time there was so much skin showing and Junhoe's chest was going to burst. He realised every now and then (whether it was when he would press up against Jiwon while kissing him in an empty classroom or when he would watch Jiwon during basketball matches with his flimsy shirt that he'd sometimes tear off if he got too excited) that every curve and ridge of Jiwon's body was incredible, not perfect but still absolutely stunning.

"Jiwon."

"Junhoe."

"What is it with you and crop tops?"

Jiwon snorted as he reached down a hand to run his fingers through Junhoe's hair. "I just look good in them."

"Yeah..."

"What, you don't like it?"

"No! No, it's- I love it. You were wearing one when we first spoke and Jesus Christ, if I wasn't so upset, I would've given up the world for you right then and there," Junhoe blurted out, unaware of what was coming out of his mouth until he was finished and he flushed bright red, stuffing his face into the duvet underneath him and he grimaced when he could feel Jiwon shaking next to him, showing that he was laughing and Junhoe really didn't appreciate it. But he still said a little shakily and muffledly, "Y-You should, you know...wear them more. More than inside the house and at really late supermarket shifts where barely anyone sees you."

"They're not actual shifts, my mum owns the store. And you see me. Who else would I want to look good for?"

"You always...okay."

"What? Come on, tell me."

"No, it's nothing."

"Alright."

"Wow."

"What?"

"That's the slowest you've ever given up to me."

"Shut up," Jiwon grumbled, nudging Junhoe lightly with his socked toe. "Well...for the record, giving up to you is my favourite pastime."

"It makes me look like I control you."

"Oh absolutely, I'm a lovesick puppy at your heels but I'm perfectly okay with that."

Junhoe grimaced, punching Jiwon's leg and he felt a little satisfied at the howl of pain. Though he smoothed his hand down the spot too, because he also didn't want Jiwon to be in pain - liking someone was confusing, end of. And when he raised his head again so he wouldn't suffocate, he looked at the toned, almost-golden skin by his head and thought long, long and hard, before he pressed a gentle kiss to it like he had wanted to for so long. Jiwon's knee-jerk reaction was making a strangled noise that could have been mistaken for a donkey and it made Junhoe collapse into smiles and bright warmth.

"What the-"

"I'm crazy for you," Junhoe murmured as he dropped his head onto Jiwon's stomach. "Really really crazy. I don't want to be but I am. You need to know that, for- for future reference, if you're ever doubting me 'cause I even doubt myself sometimes when I see how I treat you."

It was all true. Junhoe had been hell-bent on not falling in love, not when he knew just how things could go wrong but here was a perfect specimen who had come at the wrong time and was instilling hope and fleeting happiness into his still healing heart. Junhoe didn't think this was going to last. He didn't think that Jiwon wouldn't hurt him eventually, so he'd push Jiwon away sometimes, like ignoring his looks or advances, blanking his cute goodnight messages, turning down date offers. They weren't dating, so why should they go on dates? That was the kind of thinking that Junhoe forced himself to have, but he couldn't always keep it up and he had given in to Jiwon one too many times. Like now when Junhoe was swimming in softness and if they lasted one more hour together, he'd probably end up saying 'I love you' which would scare Jiwon off forever.

Maybe that would be a good thing, in the end.

"You don't treat me badly," Jiwon said quietly as he rubbed his hand back and forth across Junhoe's neck like a massage and Junhoe let out a soft sigh. "You're just cautious, and I get that. I'm waiting for you to come to me."

Junhoe just felt worse when he heard that. He didn't deserve such an amazing person who kept on putting up with him. "You've been waiting an awfully long time."

"I think I'd end up waiting forever, if it came down to that."

After hearing that, Junhoe felt that not-nauseating fluttering fuzzy feeling in his stomach again and to try and cure it, he sat up and Jiwon's hand fell from his neck. And Junhoe wasn't thinking as he rested his arm on one side of Jiwon and hovered over the elder, ready to launch into a whole, incredible speech that would have the kings and queens of romantic poetry applauding him, but then Jiwon was smiling up at him in gorgeous, cheeky resplendence and every other word just left Junhoe's mind as he said, "Be my boyfriend."

Jiwon's smile grew wider. "It's never a question with you, is it? I either have to do something or I'm dead to you."

"I mean, usually, yeah, but...not you. Seriously, hyung, I adore you. If you tried then you could probably push me around too."

"Oh really?" Jiwon asked, having a faraway look like he was thinking of all of the things that he could get Junhoe to do and the younger frowned, saying, "Okay forget I said that, can you just answer me already?"

"Uh, it wasn't really a question, was it?"

"Please, you know what I mean..."

And the moment of vulnerability that Junhoe couldn't help but show clearly softened Jiwon up as he rested his hands on Junhoe's hips and pulled him down gently so they could be against each other. Junhoe's eyes widened, a small 'mph' sort of sound leaving his mouth but then Jiwon was mesmerising him by kissing his cheek, his jaw, his lips, his eyes hooded as he whispered, "Being your boyfriend would be nothing short of a miracle."

"Miracles happen when I'm around."

"You and your god-complex, honestly-"

"Am I wrong?"

Jiwon shook his head, hesitating for a moment before he slowly rested his face in the crook of Junhoe's neck, clearly sure that Junhoe would push him away but no, the younger let him, even pressing a kiss to his temple because "You don't need to tread on eggshells around me anymore. I'm yours, I promise."

"Hearing you say that...gosh, it's like I'm in heaven."

"Heaven's no match for this."

"How do you know that? Are you actually an angel?"

"No, I'm a god," Junhoe said in complete nonchalance, but he could only smile shyly when Jiwon pulled back and kissed his cheek again, pulling him down closer so Junhoe had the chance to whisper in his ear, "Seriously, wear crop tops in public more. You've really got to show off that body of yours."