In Love

Bobby turned abruptly in his sleep, his right arm knocking into something. The loud groan emanating from beside him, told him that it had not been something, but someone. He turned his head, eyes fluttering open in hesitation.

"Ah~Bobby..." The groan continued in complain. The familiar voice; rough, deep, like the gravels of a stone driveway. The kind of voice you wanted to bring to bed and wake up to, the morning after.

"Mian-he." He offered, the same errant hand that had hit the person next to him started moving unheeded, finally finding something. His fingers folded gently over the curve of a Roman nose, before caressing the cheek attached to it in an offer of apology. "Be quiet, or everyone will hear you." Bobby reminded him raspily, eyes and lips smiling at the vision before him now. Junhoe's profile gazing up at the ceiling is definitely a view he could get used to in the morning.

"You sleep like a monster." He complained, but not returning Bobby's loving gaze, probably not even aware that Bobby was looking at him. He did not push Bobby's hand away though, letting it cradle against that sharp jawline where Bobby could already feel the first day growth of hair beneath his fingers.

"Did I kick you?" Bobby questioned, still not moving. He was fully immerse into this moment; of waking up and lying next to the person he loves. It was a feeling he thought he would never experience. Another one of the many things he had to get used to.

"Kicked, punched and thoroughly beaten." Junhoe complained again, but a grin accompanied this statement as he turned abruptly to face Bobby. For Bobby, Junhoe gazing at him would never not be overwhelming. There was always that moment of wanting to look away, because Junhoe's perfection seem almost impossible. It was like staring directly into the sun. Bobby's grin went wider, allowing his eyes to get used to this, no matter how hard it got. Other than the slightly unkempt hair, Junhoe looked exactly the same as he did the night before; brows still perfectly shaped, nose still exquisitely sculpted, the cupid's bow of the upper lips, still supple and tempting. Bobby had all that carved into his memory for the longest time and to experience touching that face was making parts of his body stir and kick up a fuss.

Bobby closed his eyes, pulling his hand away from that face with its fascinating features, willing the thoughts away. Junhoe captured his hand as he was drawing it away, tightly folding his fingers over Bobby's, almost proprietarily, resting it on his smooth chest where Bobby could feel his chest, throbbing exponentially.

"Also, you don't have to worry about anyone hearing us. It's just us in here. Over here." Junhoe reminded him almost ruefully, although his voice went a notch lower, flashing his beaming smile. The one that is all gummy and made his eyes disappear. Bobby wondered once again if this was all just a dream.

"Ah~I forgot." Bobby chuckled gruffly. It was their second day in Jeju and it was already shaping up to be an unforgettable two days for him.

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They had taken the trip, mostly because Donghyuk kept pestering Bobby about it, especially after that Star Live video interview they had recorded. Bobby felt that he should just react the same way to the boy's teasing as he always had; listening quietly followed by a flurry of protests here and there, but Donghyuk can be very persuasive and utterly annoying, especially when the subject came to Junhoe. Bobby ended up agreeing to the suggestion as a dare more than anything else. Donghyuk, in all his eagerness, had immediately booked the flight and all that was left was to convince Junhoe. The smile on Junhoe's lips when the subject was broached had been both a picture of happiness and uncertainty. Bobby did not feel as disheartened as he had prepared himself to be and he was even more surprised when Junhoe acquiesced immediately.

"Ung~you will go?" It was Jinhwan, who seem more taken aback than Bobby, standing by the kitchen counter, where Yunhyeong was fixing them potato pancakes for breakfast. He was flashing a look of disbelief in Junhoe's direction. Junhoe had blushed slightly, lips bared into that grin they all loved, the one that was all pink gums and sparkly teeth, tugging at his sleeveless shirt nervously not looking at anyone in particular, although at that moment, everyone's eyes were on him.