"Baby, why are you here?" Hyunjin asked, his voice raspy from sleep. Seungmin's persistent rattling in his closet had woken him up, thinking there was an intruder in his apartment.
"We're going on a date, get up," Seungmin answered, throwing jeans and flannel at the sleepy male. He would never admit that he had chosen an outfit that highlighted Hyunjin's perfect body, but he didn't have too. Hyunjin could see the outfit Seungmin had chosen and decided to add his own sexy accessories. He gently placed his feet on the floor and stood up, blankets falling to the floor. He was wearing sweatpants, but his shirt had been discarded somewhere throughout the hot summer night.
"Your hair is a mess," Seungmin commented with a humorous sigh. It was true. Hyunjin's usually brushed silky hair was spiked in all directions, so Seungmin felt obligated to fix it. He stood up on his tippy toes, one hand on Hyunjin's shoulder to keep himself from keeling over, and gently brushed his fingers through it. Hyunjin nearly purred at the feeling. He could get used to Seungmin waking him up every morning and fixing his hair, complaining about how he needed to take a shower. No, he wanted to get used to it.
Hyunjin placed a soft kiss on Seungmin's exposed shoulder, then his neck, and finally stopping at his cheek. He had always been slightly taller than the redhead but now Seungmin was level with him, and he used it to his advantage, giving the boy a tender kiss on the lips.
"Jinnie, get dressed," Seungmin whined, pushing Hyunjin away from him. His hands rested on the boy's chest with no intentions of pulling away until Hyunjin cocked an eyebrow at him.
"What happened too 'Jinnie, get dressed'," Hyunjin mocked. Seungmin glared at him, slapping his pecks and throwing Hyunjin's shirt at him.
"Just do it!" He yelled as he left the room, a blush dancing across his cheeks.
Hyunjin smiled at Seungmin's retreating figure and pulled the flannel over his shoulders, it's black and white mandala pattern contrasting his skin perfectly. The jeans laying on his bed were ripped and trendy, but Hyunjin knew he could impress Seungmin more with the leather pants hidden deep in the abyss of his closet. He pulled them over his thighs with a little bit of struggling.
"You okay in there?" Seungmin called from the living room couch when he heard another thud.
"Yep, no biggie!" Hyunjin responded through gritted teeth, finally getting the zipper up. "Holy shit, that was hard." He checked himself in the mirror, content with the results, but something was missing. He glanced around his messy room for something to complete his outfit and spotted his rack of jewelry. He had his ears pierced but seldom wore earrings, it was always dangerous when playing a sport. But today was a special occasion, so he put a silver cross in his ear and a thin choker around his neck. He threw his black jacket over his outfit and tucked the flannel into his pants, almost falling to the floor again.
Hyunjin quietly opened his bedroom door and slipped into the bathroom. He didn't want Seungmin to see his outfit until he had done his makeup, which consisted of light eyeliner and pink eyeshadow. He gently brushed the nude color across his lids, applied gloss to his lips and left the bathroom.
"I'm sorry I took so long. Are you ready... to go..." Hyunjin trailed off when he found Seungmin in the living room, Hyunjin's shirt on his small frame. It was dark gray and hung from his shoulders seductively. The thin chain necklace drew attention to his exposed neck and Hyunjin nearly drooled.
"I-I'll take it off. I should have asked I'm sorry," Seungmin stuttered bashfully. He had mistaken Hyunjin's admiration for his body with distaste and figured the male wasn't comfortable with him wearing his clothing.
"No, don't take it off!" Hyunjin snatched Seungmin's hands from the hem of his shirt and held them in his own. "You look hot."
"Wow, way to be straight forward, Hwang," Seungmin scoffed, but his heart fluttered from the compliment.
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baby kkami | seungjin
Fanfictionseungmin is startled by the panicky state of the man who just ran into the pound, but even more startled by how attractive he is.