WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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"Want another one?"

Soobin stares at him, unblinking. His grip on Yeonjun's wrist freezes.

The younger notices the corners of the older's lips quirk up- he snaps out of it. "Yeonjun."

Soobin almost whispers as he pushes Yeonjun's hand back before quickly sitting up on the couch and bringing his knees in.

"We can't. This. I..."

Soobin shakes his head, eyes glued to the cushions as he pulls his turtleneck over his head. "What's happened... I don't understand it, but..." Soobin tries his best to gather his thoughts, he really does, but soon Yeonjun stands from the couch to kneel on the floor in front of him.

It takes the younger's breath away. He's so close, so beautiful this close. His feline eyes are so captivating, and it makes Soobin want to barf.

"Soobin..." Yeonjun begins, it reminds Soobin of how a parent would explain a vital topic to their young child, reassuring but demanding all the same.

I don't know. I've seen it in movies.

"Can you look at me?"

The younger obliges, unprepared.

"I need to be with you...

I know you need it too. More than me, even. You can see what it does to a person- that lost connection- what it can do to someone... look at Jowoon, fuck, look at us-"

"Yeonjun... what are you saying right now?"

"You know what I'm saying." Yeonjun deadpans, a fire mixes with his irises, making the older look venomous. He speaks without a stutter. Without a trace of anything weak, without anything short of determination.

The gravity of what Yeonjun is suggesting weighs heavy on Soobin's ears.

"Soobin, I want to be with you."

"But... but why?"

Tight chest. Irises blown.

Yeonjun looks at him. Lips unmoving. His expression, so sure, shocks Soobin to bits. It makes his thoughts run a few more laps around the poor boy's skull.

"You want us to... to be together? Like... s-sex? Sexually? Me?! Me and you?" Soobin stutters.

Yeonjun sighs, a faint smile on his lips. Soobin breathes a little heavy.

Finally, Soobin.

"Sometimes people need some help... anything to make living just a bit easier, just a bit more. More of what there is, we can be more Soobin... we're older now, you're eighteen." He leans in a bit closer, lip ring. So shiny.

"...This is natural. It's what would have happened eventually... You and me, being more."

Soobin watches warily as Yeonjun pauses to let a chuckle slip past his lips, eyes looking like they've been stuffed with coal, looking far away. Past me.