be my first || johnyong

fifteen

The harshness of their breathing was the only sound in the room.

When Johnny finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, Taeyong shifted so they were face to face.

He was sore and tired and a bit, well, soggy, but Taeyong couldn't remember ever being happier.

And if Johnny's blissed out expression was any indication, then Johnny was right there with him.

Johnny's eyelids were half-closed, his cheeks pink from exertion.

His lips were swollen from rough use, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead with sweat.

But to Taeyong, he'd never looked more beautiful.

"I love you."

Johnny's eyes snapped open.

His lips parted, but Taeyong shook his head and pressed a finger to Johnny's mouth to keep him from speaking.

"You don't have to say anything, hyung. Just...I wanted you to know. I love you, hyung."

Taeyong laughed lightly.

"I think I've been in love with you since I was thirteen years old."

"Tae—"

"Please don't say anything. Just hold me."

Johnny's arms wrapped around him and Taeyong snuggled against his chest.

With the sound of Johnny's steady heartbeat in his ear, he felt safe. Warm and protected. Nothing could touch him. Nothing else mattered.

He wished they could stay that way, just the two of them, forever.

He was drifting on the edge of sleep when the soft sound of Johnny's voice made him stir.

"Taeyong?"

"Hmm?"

"Me, too."

Taeyong blinked and lifted his head.

"Huh?"

"I love you, too."

Taeyong gave Johnny a drowsy smile.

"Really?"

Johnny's lips quirked and he dropped a light kiss on Taeyong's chin.

"Yeah."

Taeyong laid his head on Johnny's chest again, closed his eyes, and hoped he wasn't dreaming.

"I'm so happy."