열한~11

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'He still looks so pretty..' As Youngjo whipped away Woong's tears he still admired the younger man even though his heart had just shattered into a million pieces. "Is it bad.. that I want your tears to be for me?" Youngjo asked quietly. Hwanwoong's tears gushed even more as he looked up into Youngjo's sad, longing eyes. Then all of a sudden, Woong's eyes widen as he feels pressure on his lips.

Woong's cheeks reddened and his knees weakened as Youngjo started to move his lips on his. The younger man kind of collapsed into his elder, his fingers gripping Youngjo's shirt as his eyes fluttered closed. Woong had never had such a soft, sensual kiss before, it was so slow and sweet, and Youngjo's lips were so tender. He even found himself getting turned on by the situation. The way Youngjo smelled, the way his lips felt, the way his arms tightened around his waist, it was fucking perfect. Well.. almost.

The two were cut off by Hwayoung wailing as she ran past them and into the bathroom. Something about just wanting love or whatever. Youngjo felt really bad, he didn't want to make anyone cry, even if he barely knew them. Youngjo looked back at Woong -who's face still trickled out tears- and gave his forehead a soft peck before walking off to go try and make Hwayoung feel better -or at least calm down.

As Youngjo knocked on the bathroom door, she let out a weak "What?" Hwanwoong turned himself around and went into his room. His mind was blurry and his heart was racing, he was so confused and flustered that it just made him cry more. He flipped over and put his face in his pillows as he let it out. He wished Youngjo would've just ignored her and kept kissing him.. It almost felt like Woong could feel Youngjo's lips still on his.

He kept his face buried as he heard the door creak open. The young dancer heard some shuffling before two bodies flopped on his bed, landing on either side of him. Woong turned his head one way, looking at Geonhak, then the other way at Dongju. "Why are you guys here?" He asked through his now strained throat. "We came because of the commotion.. Could you tell me what happened Ungie?" The maknae spoke softly to his slightly older -but smaller Hyung. "W-well... H-he just kissed me." Woong said in a sad tone.

"I'm sorry-- I'm just a bit confused.. Why are you crying then? Shouldn't you be happy?" Dongju questioned as Hwanwoong sniffled away his last bit of tears. "I- I don't know.. I don't want to just kiss him. I want to call him mine... I-I've never felt so jealous before.. it hurts Dong-ie." Woong pushed his face back into his pillow as he started to cry again. "I mean- if it helps any, when he came home drunk from their first date, he said he didn't even think of her that way.. then proceeded to ask where you were so he could cuddle you." Geonhak kind of stifled a laugh towards the end and Hwanwoong lifted his head to look at Dongju. "Ah, I guess I forgot about that." The maknae chuckled nervously and Woong gave up, falling back into the pillow and mumbling something inaudible. 

Geonhak and Dongju looked at each other for a second before wrapping their arms around the poor baby and making a Woong-samich. "You'll be okay Ungie, I know he'll make another mov- wait you kissed him back right?" Dongju stopped and lifted his head slightly so the dancer could speak. "God, I can't even remember.. I think so."

Meanwhile, Youngjo was trying to help Hwayoung calm down. He spoke calmly to her through the door but couldn't really pick words out of her blubbering. The truth was, she was really starting to like Youngjo and she thought maybe he returned the feelings. She wailed into her hands as she sat against the bathroom door, not listening to a thing Youngjo was saying. Mostly because it was stuff like 'there's plenty on fish in the sea' and 'lot's of handsome models at her agency.'

Nothing was working so he eventually had to give up, knowing he couldn't and wouldn't give her what she wanted. The leader went into the kitchen to get some water and was met by Seoho, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. "You better be thinking of what you're about to say to poor little Woong-ie in there." The second eldest huffed, an eyebrow raised as he pointed down the hall.

Youngjo sighed as he poured himself a glass of water. "I know.. I'll just tell him exactly how I feel, I just hope I didn't mess anything up by kissing him.." The eldest trailed off before drinking some of his water. "Wait you kissed?!" Seoho blurted. "Yeah.. this might sound stupid but... it feels better now that I've got Woong on my lips instead of her." Youngjo kind of thought aloud as he touched his lips.

"Doesn't sound that weird.. Keonhee and I have been dating in secret since before we even debuted, so I can sympathize." Seoho slipped in the middle part and Youngjo almost spat out his water, "You're kidding.. *thinks for a sec* Oh damn no you're not, how did I not--" Geonhak popped into the kitchen interrupting the conversation, "Youngjo-ah, you should go see Hwanwoong."

Youngjo's heart skipped a beat at the thought of confessing to him right now. Seoho shooed him off and he made his way down the wall to Hwanwoong's room. His heart dropped as he saw the sleeping dancer's messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, and puffy eyes. Youngjo then realized just how much he had fallen for Woong. Hwayoung cried loud and tried to make him feel bad for how he made her feel.. but Hwanwoong just curled up and cried quietly, so he wouldn't be a bother... and Youngjo wasn't there to kiss away his tears. The thought made the eldest's throat lump up.

Dongju slipped away from his best friend and took Geonhak out of the room, closing the door behind them. Youngjo got in the bed, facing Woong as he wrapped both arms around the sleeping man's body. "I have so much to say to you when you wake up." Youngjo hummed softly as he played with Woong's soft hair. The younger man snuggled into his Hyung's chest unconsciously, being soothed by Youngjo's sweet scent and calming breath.

Word Count: 1106

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