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Wooje really should be proud to be the captain of Team Top once more. In hindsight, he really was. When he first got the message that he was voted to become the captain again for the Seasons Opening, he felt a mix of excitement and flattery coursing through his veins. Excitement in the ideality of crushing all the other teams and flattery at being entrusted with this role.
Later, when he got the message that three of his former teammates were to be captains again, and a video was to be filmed about it. He feels another rush of excitement which this time, was observed physically in the way his legs bounced quickly and how he couldn’t contain the excitement showing on his cheeky grin. He was so ready to beat them in this tournament… and maybe rub it into their faces when he does.
Needless to say, Wooje really should be proud, happy and excited which in technicality he is but for a completely different reason. Considering, all he could really think about right now is the way Hyeonjun’s rough hands brushed against his exposed waist as his shirt slowly rode up and his lips— though slightly chapped— sent a shiver as it trailed down his jaw.
He really couldn’t resist huh.
He was excited for sure, his former teammates and him in a content video for the first time in almost a year. They usually end up having so much fun in the end with all the chaos they somehow produce. However, Wooje realizes that most of the time (read: all of the time) he really couldn’t resist at all whenever his boyfriend walks into the room. His brain was already shifting from work, winning, and whatever he’ll be having for dinner to how handsome the older male looked, not that he would ever admit that. He felt like a feral cat, all rationality running from his mind as all he could think of was jumping his boyfriend right then and there.
Hyeonjun seemed to have the same idea as after the shoot was done, he had simply bowed to the hosts, staff and other players before wrapping his hand around the younger’s wrist and dragged him silently through the crowded hallway. In a very tiny moment, Wooje’s eyes met Minseok’s. His hyung was already staring at them with a deadpanned look which only deepened when he saw the youngest’s sheepish grin.
Wooje blinked as he followed wordlessly, even when the crowd thinned and the hallway grew silent. Then, in a swift moment, he stops at a random door, opens it and pulls Wooje inside.
He really should be annoyed, he was just randomly dragged away from his manager and staff without a word but again rational thinking in his brain does not really exist when he sees Hyeonjun. Especially, when said male shuts the door, and cages him against it like some cheap romance movie. Future Wooje almost rolls his eyes at himself for folding so quickly.
Wooje— awkwardly blinks at the closeness of their faces, eyeing the mean look on the older’s face and says the most normal thing to say at the moment. “Hi, hyung.”
Hyeonjun blinks back, then grins smugly, “Hi, Wooje.”
Then kisses him deeply, as if he had been itching for this moment the whole day and—
Wow, his boyfriend is such a good kisser.
The younger couldn’t even think more on that thought as he melts into the older’s embrace. His own hands found its way to the other’s arms, biceps, fingers tracing the outline of the muscles through the jersey jacket. He hums in the kiss, pleased at their current predicament as he wanted nothing more than Hyeonjun’s attention.
“You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” The older whispers in that low raspy tone of his in between kisses. Wooje couldn’t contain his moan at that. It annoys him how much the other knew what part of him made him melt like this.
“Me too, did you get styled hyung? Your hair looks nice.” Wooje sighs out when Hyeonjun’s attention moves from his lips to his jaw, trailing light kisses down to his neck and collarbone. The exposed part at least.
“Mm, I wanted to look good.” He offers as an explanation but didn’t further explain as he focuses on kissing his boyfriend within an inch of his life.
Wooje keens the moment the older found the spot at the juncture of his neck and collarbone and— sucks.
The younger one gasped at that, “Asshole! I have schedules after this, I-I can’t—“ He couldn’t continue it as Hyeonjun continued his goal to continue biting that part, sucking it until Wooje knew for sure had to buy a cheap concealer at the nearest department store to their dorm to cover up the bruise.
“Yeah? I think that’s the point, Wooje.” Hyeonjun smirked against his skin, earning a shiver from the top laner. He doesn’t stop as he trails kisses back to his jaw and glances up at the other male’s expression.
Wooje never really showed any side of him aside from being cute and being all serious when it comes to competitions. Hyeonjun almost feels the spark of possession at the idea that only he could get to see Wooje in such a state. Practically blending onto the surface of the door, breathing heavily as he whines at the feeling of the older’s exploratory fingers that have found its way to his ribs.
“Stop being an asshole— ngh, for once!” Wooje whimpers when their lips collide once more, hungrier, filled with much more lust. The aggressive movement almost made their teeth clash and force unruly sounds out of the younger’s throat.
The top laner’s hands creeped upward as he found it wrapping around the older’s neck despite his earlier complaints. He pulls him closer, almost equally as possessive as the jungler with the way his grip was firm and steady. If breathing wasn’t a necessity they would have stayed lip locked forever with every passionate kiss. Hyeonjun himself groaned when he felt his hair get pulled at each groan that left Wooje’s lips.
Hyeonjun was the first to pull away, breathing heavily like he ran a whole marathon. Their foreheads stayed connected as he stared straight at the younger’s eyes, both being lustful, half-lidded and yet also filled with so much love.
Wooje sucks in a breath, gulping down a lungful of air before he leans in once more. His brain— like he said, has no rational thinking whenever his boyfriend is like this, hot and sexy and most especially like this only with him.
He leans closer again, a small part of him grinning smugly when he noticed the other reciprocate immediately, always ready to kiss and please the top laner. Almost as if a magnetic force existed between their lips.
And before their lips could touch and resume another round of making out, a loud ring echoed throughout the room. This was followed by a groan, and this time was not a sexy one from Hyeonjun. The older male dodges Wooje’s face and drops it to his shoulder instead, making a grunting noise as he clumsily tries to pick his phone from his pocket.
Wooje couldn’t even say anything as he just threw his head back to rest on the door, arms crawling up to wrap around his boyfriend’s waist.
“Hello?” said boyfriend asks, all cranky and grumpy.
God, Wooje thinks, a smile creeping up his face, he really does love him.
“I don’t know where you are, or who you’re with although I have a good idea on who it is— whatever! Come back here, we’re leaving soon.” Minseok’s voice echoes through, a harmless hiss noticeable in his tone.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“Now.”
“Five minutes—“
“Now.” The support stresses and Wooje couldn’t help but giggle silently at how his former teammate really had not changed at all.
“Okay fine! I’ll be there in a bit, you cockblocker.”
Then he hangs up, not needing to hear more of Minseok’s voice and aggravating words. He slowly lifts his head up and meets the younger’s eyes with a pout.
“Minseok-hyung is not wrong though.” Wooje chides softly, “My manager is probably gonna start wondering where I’ve gone.”
His words— rather than placating his boyfriend with reason, only further made him pout and Wooje couldn’t help the short burst of affection from peaking through as he gently kissed the corner of the jungler’s lips.
Reluctantly, after getting enough affection from the hug, Hyeonjun peels himself off of Wooje and starts to fix his clothes to be a lot more presentable to everyone outside their little bubble. The younger quickly follows to do the same.
They silently fixed themselves until they both deemed themselves ready to face the outside world again.
“I should go out first, you’ll know the coast is clear if I don’t come back after a minute or two—“ Wooje wasn’t even able to finish his monologue of a plan as Hyeonjun leaned down to kiss his lips once more. Only this time, softer and calmer.
Though tensed at first, the top laner always melted after his body finally caught up to the processing in his brain.
“See you later, baby.” Hyeonjun hums against his lips, lightly pressing their lips again in parting before swiftly leaving the room. In absolute total disregard of the plan Wooje had just conjured on the spot.
The younger blinks, once, twice, then cusses out the other male who was just in this room moments before.
Hyeonjun is so lucky he loves him.