peach starbursts ━━ h.hj + k.sm

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first person pov 11 - Hyunjin

It's late when we finish homework again tonight, but this time he comes over to my house, not even managing a full knock before I rush over the window to open it. He slips inside quickly and before I can say anything he's kissing me softly, his hands skimming my sides as he pushes me towards a wall, pressing me against it.

He pulls away and I follow him, catching his lips again, but he laughs and pulls away.

"You haven't even said anything to me and you're trying to get me worked up," he smirks, and I shrug.

"At least I have my priorities in order."

He laughs, surprised, and leans in to kiss me quickly.

"I was thinking we could do something today," he says, dragging out the y at the end to make it sound more like a question than a request.

"Hmmm," I say, mock-thinking about it, and then I shake my head as I lean it to kiss him again.

He indulges me, sinking into the kiss as I move him towards my bed, settling onto his lap as he smiles into the kiss.

"You know, I meant that I wanted to do something productive today," he smirks. He tugs at the bottom of my shirt and I lean down to kiss him again, ignoring his request. He tugs at my shirt again, insistent. I continue to ignore his request, and he pulls back, his face puckering like a petulant child.

"Hyunjinnnn" he whines, slipping his hands underneath my shirt and pushing them over my sides.

I lean down, as if to kiss him again, but I shift to whisper in his ear.

"If I'm shirtless then you will be too."

He pulls back quickly, his eyes wide, and I know I hit a nerve.

And I think I know why. But I know I can't assume.

"What?" he asks, his voice breaking slightly, and I lean in to him, pressing my forehead against his.

"It's okay if you don't want to," I say, watching his eyes closely, "but I want to see you too."

His breath catches, and he pulls away, his hands fidgeting with the sleeves on his shirt.

I notice the obvious clench in his jaw, and gently cup his chin with my hand.

"Don't bite your cheek Minnie," I say, gently, and he lets go, but his jaw is still clenched.

He leans back against the wall, taking a deep breath, before looking up into my eyes.

"There's something you need to know," he says, his hands ghosting over his wrists and forearms as he says it.

I take a deep breath.

"I know," I say, not knowing what to do after I say it. I want to kiss him, or hold him, something to reassure him, but I don't know if that's what he wants.

"You -" he starts, and his voice catches. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, and tries again.

"You do? How?" his eyes are so wide. He's scared. It makes my heart break, I don't know what to say.

"Remember the first time you were over, and we were looking at those photos?" I ask, and I can see in his eyes the moment he remembers.

"And you asked me," he says, but it's mostly to himself. He looks over at me again, but it's obvious in his eyes that he's still working, processing.

"And I lied to you. But you never brought it up again."

"It wasn't my place," I say, and then correct myself, "at least for a while it wasn't."

He's quiet, and I can tell he's weighing every word before he says it.

But instead of saying anything, he nods, leaning in to kiss me.

It's less intense than I would like, the kiss, but I'm glad it won't pose a distraction for either of us.

He pulls back, and nods again, but I can see how scared he is.

I open my mouth, starting to tell him that he has no obligation to do this, but he shakes his head and responds before I can even say anything.

"I do want this," his voice is shaky, but I can tell he's sincere.

I nod.

I lean in to him, pressing my lips onto his again, and then pull back and grab the hem of my own shirt.

"Me first, okay?" I ask, and he nods, grateful. I pull my shirt over my head, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and he takes in the sight of my bare chest again. He grips my shoulders, kisses me firmly, and then quickly pulls his shirt over his head as well.

He's so beautiful, his skin is a gorgeous honey color and he's so strong, his shoulders square and hard. His skin is so warm, almost burning under my hands.

But his eyes are still wide, like a deer caught in headlights. I want to make him feel as beautiful as he is to me.

Beginning at his wrists, I run my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, watching his eyes close at the feeling. I let my hands travel down over his chest, his stomach, teasing the line of his hips over his pants.

He gasps, shivering at the feeling, and I push my hands back up until they're gripping his shoulders. I lean in to his ear, pressing my lips against it lightly.

"Beautiful," I whisper, and he shudders underneath me, grabbing at my sides to pull me closer to him.

"Hyunjin," he whispers lightly, searching my eyes. Like he's looking for sincerity.

"Kiss me," I say, and then he presses his lips against mine, and he's pushing me backwards again, his bare chest pressing me into the bed. He drags his teeth across my bottom lip, wasting no time in opening my mouth against his. It's messy and intense, his hands in my hair, on my chest, on my hips.

He's kissing me and it feels like everything right, even if we don't really know what we're doing. The feeling of his chest against mine is making me delirious, my skin is buzzing, I can't hear anything over the ringing in my ears and the soft sounds coming out of his mouth as he presses himself against me, kissing my desperately.

I can't say how long we stay there, clinging to each other, before we fall asleep wrapped around each other, protected.

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shirtless seungmin as promised  ;)

I'll probably be posting every day (if I can) for the last chapters, but I've been busy so it may not happen. 

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