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“Yeah, that’s it hyung!” Riki encourages with a wide smile.
Sunghoon’s face pulls into a smile as he turns to look at the youngest and lightly chuckles, his fangs on full display. The sound makes Riki’s heart warm up and his stomach turn in knots in the best way possible.
“Thanks Riki-yah.” Sunghoon says before coming over and sitting in front of the younger one who is leaning against the mirror.
An evening practice for their comeback turned into Riki helping the former ice skater to practice the moves he is struggling with well after the rest of the members have left. The light is late and the building is quiet.
However, each other’s company feels like all they need.
“Did I really get it?” Sunghoon always wants to be sure, something about Riki in particular giving him feedback and praise on his dancing always just feels different from when others say it— better, Sunghoon surmises. It always feels better when Riki does it.
Riki’s eyes soften, his hyung is always looking to be better and he is honored that Sunghoon is always looking to him for his approval. Riki is well aware that he does the same, even more so than Sunghoon does but the way that the older seems to take what he says with more weight than anyone just makes Riki feel special.
“Yeah hyung.” Riki nods and his tone is sincere as he pats Sunghoon’s knee, “You did really well, you have it.”
“Ah the dance master has spoken, I can now rest in peace.” Sunghoon says dramatically as he lays down flat on his back.
Riki just rolls his eyes fondly and shifts himself a bit closer to his hyung as he leans over the older to look at his face.
Sunghoon swears there is an angel above him— well Nishimura Riki is above him, so it might as well be. Since they debuted and really got to know each other, Sunghoon has always seen Riki in a way, a special way that feels so impossible yet so specific to describe. He doesn’t know why those feelings feel so much more now yet. But why is he having such a hard time fighting them?
“You’re a dumbass.” Riki tells him flatly, knowing Sunghoon won’t be offended because his tone is still fond and his eyes are full of mirth, they almost always are with Sunghoon.
“Yeah but you love this dumbass, don’t you?” Sunghoon smirks as he reaches up and tucks his, well not-so-little-anymore dongsaeng’s hair behind Riki’s ear.
It’s in quiet moments Sunghoon sees how much Riki has grown, physically and emotionally. How much he has matured from the uncertain yet adorable fourteen year old he met on a brutal survival to the confident and mature and absolutely gorgeous eighteen year old young man that he is now.
He and Riki have grown so close and also just grown together so much as people. They have seen each other at their lows and highs and they’ve celebrated what they have achieved together and mourned their losses. Everytime Sunghoon looks at Riki, he sees someone with limitless potential and someone so purely amazing. Someone who has put their dream and what they want before opting for just a regular life as Riki just got past everything that was ever in his way.
Like a rare and beautiful flower that should never be wilted.
Riki’s breath hitches in his throat at Sunghoon’s action and how weirdly intimate this moment between them feels.
Sunghoon has had this effect on him for as long as he can remember. One that Riki cannot exactly describe but he knows it’s something more than just what he feels for his other hyungs. He doesn’t know what’s in the air tonight yet everything just feels so much more than it usually does.
Riki blushes and he knows that it’s visible as Sunghoon smirks even more and props himself up on his elbows.
Sunghoon doesn’t know what’s tempting him right now, what is pushing him to say what he is about to but he doesn’t want to stop it— he can’t.
“Aww, you’re blushing Riki-ssi.” Sunghoon is teasing yet his voice is low and his eyes feel hyper-focused on the younger as he pokes Riki’s cheek.
Riki feels his heart flutter at the sound of the older’s deep voice and gulps as he bats the other’s hand and looks away.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Sunghoon doesn’t know what possesses him to even think about and say what he does next but it happens before he can even think about stopping it.
“That isn’t how you speak to your hyung.” He states seriously as he uses his thumb and pointer finger to hold Riki’s chin and makes the younger face him, his eyes dark as he scans Riki’s face.
Riki’s eyes are wide with surprise yet resemble an adorable startled kitten’s, his dark hair falls in his face again and frames it to make him look like a piece of art as he briefly purses his plump, pink lips.
Sunghoon can’t help but want to absolutely devour the boy in front of him in every way possible.
Riki’s body heats up under Sunghoon’s intense gaze and his actions. Everything between feels so different and far more intense than it ever has between them. He can’t call the look in the elder’s eyes anything but desire and he can’t help but feel his own just boiling to his peak.
Riki may be confident and charismatic on stage and in front of cameras. He’s an extrovert but away from everything he is so naturally to himself and even shy sometimes. He is someone who can be reduced to a blushing and heart thundering mess by the person in front of him and he can’t help but want to just want to push the envelope this time and see where this goes.
“T-Then why don’t you show me how I-I should talk to my hyung?” Riki asks, raising his eyebrow.
Sunghoon recognizes Riki’s action— a challenge and he’s naturally competitive. They both are and when it comes to Riki, Sunghoon always wants to win.
Sunghoon simply sits up, his hand still on Riki’s chin and his eyes even darker than ever. Riki’s heart is racing in his chest and he swears that Sunghoon can hear it. The older’s eyes are directed at one spot and Riki knows his target. And Riki doesn’t let him miss.
Sunghoon leans up and connects his lips with Riki’s lightly, the feeling gentle yet sending chills down the Japanese boy’s spine. Riki can’t help but lean forward slightly, chasing after the feeling himself and not wanting it to end. It’s slow and sweet as their soft lips move against each other’s before it becomes something more desperate.
Sunghoon lets out what almost sounds like a growl and his hand grabs the side of Riki’s thigh, dangerously close to his bum before he draws the younger’s leg to the side of himself. Riki’s legs press against the sides of the older’s thighs and they both become far more desperate.
Riki’s hands wrap around Sunghoon’s neck and pull lightly at the base of his hair as the kiss increases in desperation as their tongues slip in and explore the warm, wetness of the other’s mouth. It’s clumsy yet they don’t care, it’s full of passion and there’s a clear message of what they want and it’s each other.
Sunghoon’s arms wrap around Riki’s petite waist that he always wants to feel in his hands. One of his entire arm’s wraps around Riki’s waist and keeps the younger against him as he slides the other down slowly, venturing into dangerous territory.
He can’t help but grab Riki’s ass through the soft fabric of his sweatpants and push the younger boy’s hips down on his own lightly. Riki moans at the feeling and doesn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed as he is overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations.
Heat pools in Sunghoon’s stomach after hearing that sound from the younger and he can’t help but want to pull every sound he can from Riki. He wants to break Riki down and build him back up all over again in the most wonderful way.
Riki can feel Sunghoon smirk against his mouth before the older squeezes his bum again and Riki whimpers again before he desperately pulls Sunghoon closer, wanting him as close as he can get as at this moment—almost nothing feels like enough.
This tension between them has gone on for so long yet it has never gotten anywhere, never gotten them this close to one another yet here they were. Here they were on a high of pleasure and desire of each other, but like after every high, you always have to come down.
They pull away for air, panting like they just ran a marathon their chests heaving as they look at each other with eyes focused only on each other.
Holy shit.
No, holy shit.
Sunghoon’s eyes widen and he takes his hands from where they are on Riki’s body before he shoves the boy off of his lap. Riki stares up at the older confused and hurt especially after what just happened between them.
“Hyung, what the fuck?” Riki asks.
“Yeah, Riki what the fuck? What the fuck did you just do?” Sunghoon yells at the younger.
“What I just did?” Riki is in sheer disbelief and indescribably hurt as he pushes himself to stand. “Don’t put all of this on me, that was fucking you too! Don’t act like you didn’t just kiss me either!”
“No, no because I didn’t! This never should have happened.” Sunghoon shakes his head at him, his words sounding frantic yet so harsh and venomous and cutting Riki like a knife.
Riki’s heart falls out of his chest at those words as he is completely taken aback.
“What?” Riki’s voice is barely above a whisper and it shakes so much on such a simple word.
“Don’t fucking talk to me about this, don’t mention this to anyone. We’ll talk only when we have schedules. This never fucking happened, Riki.” Sunghoon says each word stabbing deeper and deeper into Riki’s already shattering heart.
“H-hyung…” Riki calls unsteadily as Sunghoon hurriedly grabs his things.
“No.”
That’s all that is said before Sunghoon storms out of the room, the door swinging shut with a sickeningly final click behind him.
Riki feels a tear finally fall as he slumps to the ground against the mirror once again, contemplating everything he feels and everything that just occurred. The one thing that sticks in his mind is how he feels about Sunghoon and everything that has ever been between them.
And Riki makes the very real realization that nothing between them will ever be the same.