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They say from the moment you fall in love, there will be no other feeling in the world that could replace that moment.
The everlasting moment of love seals and bonds two individuals together, into something beautiful, profound, special, and only for them.
The feeling of two hearts beating in sync, becoming one together. To form together into one's mind and soul.
Love is a strong agent in getting you where you are today.
Love tugs at your heartstrings to push you to confess.
Love makes you do stupid things. It drives you to do things you'd never thought of because you're doing it for them. For someone.
For someone like him.
Because Hyunjin felt like he was falling in love again.
He felt like falling in love again. Not with his past. The very thing he always glorifies whenever they're interviewed about how close the members have gotten these days.
Not his past.
But today's present.
Hyunjin is lounging around the main living area, scrolling through social media in his off time.
They're waiting for the live press conference interview with STAY for the pre-screening of their new movie release. The other members are scattered around the room.
Chan is at the dining table working on some notes, while Felix is in the kitchen, experimenting with a new recipe. Jeongin and Changbin are playfully debating something on the couch, their laughter adding warmth to the room. Jisung joins them, adding even more chaos to the bunch.
He spots Seungmin, sitting on a small sofa, occupied on his phone as well, typing something out. Hyunjin thinks he might’ve found another new obsession he couldn’t wait to share with the rest.
This day had been a slow one throughout, and Hyunjin thinks the other members can sympathize with the relief washing over them for having minimal things to do that day.
Hyunjin is scrolling through hashtags of his own, Stray Kids, and some international ones.
Hyunjin's eyes land on a post, accompanied by a picture of him and Seungmin. One is from 2020, capturing a candid moment during a concert, and the other is a more recent intimate snapshot from their 2 Kid's Room moment.
The post goes into detail about the evolution of their friendship, suggesting that their bond has developed into something tragic and somehow still ethereal.
The user speculates that moments such as these reveal an unspoken understanding and growing respect between the two members. Hyunjin reads these words carefully, feeling the weight of the fan's thoughtful observation and the warmth it brings.
@seungjintruther 50 minutes ago
Even after all those years of distance. Hyunjin somehow manages to look like he's fallen in love for the first time every single time. And Seungmin is clueless about all of his advances. But, after their 2 Kids Room, Seungmin began to be more conscious of him. His words, his actions, and the way he puts Hyunjin on a pedestal for display. He WANTS everyone to know he's starting to see him, even after 3 years.
@seungjintruther 50 minutes ago
And I think it's such a beautiful thing. Because Seungmin knows he's never too late. Hyunjin had always glorified their past, how passionate and cherished those moments were. And this time around, Seungmin is here, present. Seungmin learns to handle Hyunjin's emotions rather than telling Hyunjin to change his own. This time around, it's Seungmin who shows Hyunjin that he does know.
@seungjintruther 49 minutes ago
Seungmin knows.
Hyunjin chokes a bit on the buildup of saliva in his mouth, forgetting to swallow such gut-wrenching information. He thinks this user's perspective may be dimwitted and out of reach... but there's the possibility that that's how Seungmin's acting now.
That Seungmin has become more observant and conscious of Hyunjin's feelings.
He looks around, hopefully no one's here to see how much he’s eating all of this up.
Hyunjin scrolls through their profile, finding out it's a page dedicated to their moments. And he thinks he's spiralling into something he's gonna regret after their interview.
He switches to a private account. Locked. Because he feels as someone who's the main topic of the conversation, he has to say words about himself.
@seungjintruther [48 minutes ago]
Hyunjin and Seungmin were the real divorced couple.
@seungjintruther [47 minutes ago]
People think it was Minho and Seungmin, but Hyunjin looks like he's regretted every moment he had the chance to go for Seungmin.
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@hyunjinot [a few seconds ago]
This feels… personal.
@seungjintruther [47 minutes ago]
Seungmin teases Hyunjin differently from the rest. He'll always let Hyunjin win, because he knows how much of his heart he's got to carry. Seungmin already carries both of their hearts at will. But he’s got full controls on both.
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@hyunjinot [a few seconds ago]
That’s not… entirely true.
@seungjintruther [45 minutes ago]
Hyunjin thinks Seungmin is still his singer. Oh Hyunjin, he's been yours all this time. He just doesn't wanna know it yet.
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@hyunjinot [a few seconds ago]
I feel dizzy.
@seungjintruther [44 minutes ago]
Seungmin gifts fans a Daengmo to help them get through tough times. The reason he doesn't give one to Hyunjin is that the only time he wants him to spend it is with him. A real-life puppy is better than a stuffed one, after all.
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@hyunjinot [a few seconds ago]
Surely not. He might just be forgetful…
@seungjintruther [40 minutes ago]
The ragebaiting? It's just an excuse always to have Hyunjin's attention. Seungmin acts nonchalant about it, but deep inside, he's ecstatic. That Hyunjin still sees him. And that Seungmin can finally take the chances he’s always wanted. To be the sun that revolves around its world.
@seungjintruther [40 minutes ago]
And that no matter how big the space is. Seungmin will find a home for Hyunjin to keep spinning around. To be his light.
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@hyunjinot [a few seconds ago]
…Am I really that obvious?
He keeps scrolling, time getting the best of him. He's startled when Minho places a hand on his shoulders. "Hyunjin-ah, we have to go."
Hyunjin tilts his phone down, hoping to hide the precious moments from himself. "Oh. Yeah."
The way the account was setup felt too eerily accurate from all of the words they’ve expressed. How it felt too surreal that Hyunjin thinks it must be a crazy stalker who’s obsessed with Seungmin and him.
But everything had never felt like a slap to reality.
The reality is that Hyunjin truly loved Seungmin.
Romantically.
He sits up a little too fast, jitters inside his legs. Hyunjin walks normally, like a deer in headlights, but there's no car in sight. Because what’s the use of being found out when it’s already been known by the whole world, especially by this fan account.
They make their way to the filming location, the abundance of reporters and photographers already waiting, impatientness planeted on their faces. Hyunjin's never used to the crowd of rowdy people who had no time in their lives other than to meddle in their personal lives.
He sighs, feeling a headache already coming, rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe. Seungmin's already wary of him at this point, face frowning from having to watch Hyunjin's face scrunching. Stress was never a good look on him, Seungmin states.
"Do you wanna stay back for a few more minutes?" Seungmin touches him softly, light, wary that Hyunjin is feeling discomfort at the moment.
"Let the others go out first. The crowd will most likely follow them." Seungmin looks around them, seeing how rowdy it's getting as their vehicle approaches.
Hyunjin's heart stammers, a little speechless at Seungmin's idea.
"I-It's alright. I mean, once we're inside, it'll be less chaotic." He assures, while trying to calm down his heart.
Seungmin sits back lazily, still wary of Hyunjin. "Okay, just let me know."
He thinks he might've made the mistake of being transparent about his feelings for Seungmin. With the slow yet meaningful moments, he wonders if his past self could've lived the day to be with the present's Kim Seungmin. Hyunjin from 2020 would've proposed already on his knees; he inwardly nods to himself.
The car comes to a stop, and Hyunjin prepares himself mentally.
The sliding doors open, the crowd already congregating inside, but the bodyguards make room for them to step out. Chan is already looking a little ticked off, annoyed, but still keeping himself steady. Jisung and Minho stick side by side, pushing through cameras and are also a little ticked off.
Seungmin stays back, waiting for the rest to step out. "I guess pre-screenings are still popular with the crowd."
Hyunjin chuckles at his weak attempt to break the stressful situation. "Stop talking. You're gonna make me crease."
Seungmin hums. "Am I really that funny?"
Hyunjin doesn't think so truly.
But he finds it endearing. The way he's gotten so attached to him.
Seungmin is so nonchalant about it that it makes him burst out laughing. Seungmin's way of talking like a cool guy and his word choices coming out like he's an ancient scholar, who's 24/7 stuck in his chamber reading scrolls.
"No. But, who else is going to laugh at you?" Hyunjin smugly shares, keeping the timid lie for himself.
"I don't know. I just thought people laugh at me because I'm endearing." Seungmin speaks.
"Well, you do have that charm," Hyunjin starts, observing the crowd thinning out as they begin to step off, "Where one look from you is all it takes." He mutters.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow at that. "And that means...?"
He follows behind, waiting for Hyunjin's answer, but it gets drowned out when they step out of the van. Multiple lenses flashing repeatedly, the persistent interviewers blaring out questions left and right. Seungmin's face contorts into an irritated expression, but he makes sure Hyunjin is safe and sound foremost.
They make their way through the crowd, the tight squeeze setting off a few panic alarms inside Hyunjin. He looks back at Seungmin's face; the expression he had was quite... a spectacle.
Was he angry? Frustrated? God, he should find a way to make sure he stays angry. Hyunjin mentally shocks himself when he finds Seungmin staring at him, his eyes had that piercing gaze effect that looked like it knew everything Hyunjin had been hiding.
"You okay?" Seungmin's voice comes into effect next, shuddering throughout his whole body: the sweet, honey voice, addicting, and something Hyunjin could never get used to.
"Yeah. Was making sure you were as well." Hyunjin says with glitter in his eyes.
"Don't worry about me. You're the more popular one here." Seungmin glints, a hint of self-deprecating humour behind his comment. Hyunjin catches the way his face falls for a second, and he really wants to tell him everything, so wonderful, so terrific about him.
"Stop comparing yourself to everyone. Do we have to talk about it again?" Hyunjin asks.
"Of course not. Just something to get you riled up." Seungmin smiles happily, the signature smile he's always displayed.
Even if it's just for the moment, when Seungmin smiles because of Hyunjin, he feels he's done well in life. He feels he's given Seungmin the feeling of comfort and happiness. And because of how attentive Seungmin is now, because of opening up, Hyunjin thinks it's only a matter of time before Seungmin finally figures him out.
Because he definitely knows.
They get into the big theatre room, the projector at the very middle, ready to watch the movie with beloved Stays. Today marks the end of the dominATE era, their first-ever sold-out world tour. A big achievement for groups who are trying to make a mark in the history of today's age.
Hyunjin is eagerly looking out at the crowd, the little camera flashes brightening up some of their faces. He smiles, waving at some eager fans who are stuck in a corner. Everyone here was at least courteous.
"Alright, guys, let's introduce. We are Stray Kids." Chan does their signature intro, as everyone follows on autopilot. He starts his formalities, announcing tonight's event and how it's gonna go. Everyone is attentive, listening intently to his instructions.
"We hope you enjoy tonight's premiere of the dominATE tour movie. Feel free to cheer, clap, and sing along. Treat it like a concert!" Chan exclaims, getting a few erupting cheers from the crowd.
"Before we proceed with the official play, we'll be taking a few questions from the crowd!" He excitedly announced, as everyone started to talk amongst each other about what to ask.
"We're going to be drawing numbers through a box. Look at your seat numbers," Chan gestures, fishing a random piece of number written on a thin strip of paper, "So if you're seated at F5..." Chan looks towards the venue as one girl is exclaiming happily, screeching a bit to the crowd's unpleasant ears.
"Oh, well, someone's a bit too excited." Chan chuckles into the mic.
"Alright, my lovely stay, what is your question?" Chan presents with his hands.
"And please keep the questions civil," Minho speaks up, using his mic, eyes already full of knowing from the freak of nature they knew their fandom had.
"O-Oh, u-uhm..." the excited fangirl stammers, before straightening herself up and looking at them with gleaming eyes, "this is for Seungmin-oppa!"
Seungmin's eyes shine bright under the stage spotlight, his luscious and styled brown hair looking ever so fluffy. "Yes, what's your question?"
"W-Who's your favourite member nowadays?" She squeals, getting weird looks from around her, but it sparks a quiet debate between the audience members.
Seungmin makes a thinking look, and all the members are expectantly looking towards his way, Hyunjin not faltering as well. They've all been super well-knit and tight nowadays, so it'll be a hassle even to pick someone-
"Minho-hyung!" Seungmin interrupts Hyunjin's train of thought, a slight shock expressed on his face. Inside, something along the lines of jealousy and sadness stirs as well.
Everyone else had the same expressions, but for Minho, who remained calm, cool, and collected. Seungmin and Minho change glances, giving each other thumbs up with a small interaction. Everyone in the audience cheers, already enveloping themselves in delusional scenarios.
"C-Can I ask why?" the fangirl kept stammering, but she was turned down moments after.
"Sorry! Only one question per draw! Let's move on to the next lucky stay..." Chan fumbles his hands inside the box before pulling out another piece of paper.
“W-Woah, hold on. I can answer, if it’s fine.” Seungmin interrupts, as the crowd cheers him on.
“Alrighty then, Seungmin. Explain why.” Chan stops scrambling, as they paid attention to his reasoning, Hyunjin especially, a little too invested.
“The reason that Minho-hyung is my favourite right now…” Seungmin hums, thinking intensely. Hyunjin thinks he might fall over from the amount he’s leaning into the question, somehow more intrigued than everyone else.
“Actually… there’s no reason. I think I like him out of everyone at the moment.” Seungmin quips.
And Hyunjin wants to cave in on himself.
No reason?
No reason?
Okay, Mr. Situationship maker 3000.
Everyone squeals at the announcement, Hyunjin catching the way Seungmin and Minho shared glances between them, Minho giving him a curt nod, smiling his way. Chan begins to reiterate back to drawing the next seat number.
"Okay.. D9. To the fan sitting at D9!" Chan calls out, voice booming as the same sound of noise comes out of this other girl's mouth. Hyunjin's trying to focus on the fan at hand, but his mind is going off somewhere once again.
Seungmin just said his favourite is Minho.
And there was no reason for it.
The information is short, and there's no subtext to provide proof. Everything is there at face value, and Hyunjin, at the tip of his tongue, has the urge to ask 'why?' He wants to look beside Seungmin, with knowing eyes, the question.
But Seungmin remained focused on the fan, nodding along. Hyunjin wants to die.
“That was a lovely question. Alright, Jisung, why don’t you pick the next one?” Chan gives Jisung the box, as he scrambles it furiously, typical. Jisung picks one out, announcing the pulled seat number. “Okay, A3. Oh, right in front of us!”
Another fan girl, yet again, squealing for what all three seemed like the same pitch, was given the mic to ask her question. “T-This is for Hyunjin, uhm!”
“D-Did Seungmin give you a daengmo yet?”
Hyunjin knows the answer. Berated, he waits, pauses for dramatic effect, looks beside Seungmin, the unknowing glint inside his eyes, like even during this very moment, he’s teasing him, egging him on. Oh god, does Seungmin even know the effect he has on Hyunjin?
The pining is even deeper than ever before.
“I don’t know. You could ask Seungmin that question. Did you?” Hyunjin banters, turns it back around him, Seungmin’s short and steady laugh echoing through the microphone.
“No, no. I haven’t.”
The crowd goes wild, again.
Hyunjin keeps staring at Seungmin, but the peripheral breaks him off from a certain stuffed toy coming towards him. The fan seated in the front row came with a daengmo.
Was it to mock him? Tease him?
Fuck. That Daengmo looked so good to cuddle.
It looked so cute. Why can’t ragebaiting Kim Seungmin give him his daengmo already?
“Here. You can have him for the time being!” The girl exclaims, and Hyunjin didn’t wanna seem too excited… as he yanks it straight out of the girl’s vice grip.
“But you have to give him back!”
Hyunjin shakes his head at that. “No. I’m keeping him. Not until Seungmin gives me one.”
Everyone erupts into a hearty laugh, the members exchanging teasing remarks. Seungmin pays no attention to everyone and keeps his eyes on Hyunjin, who’s softly patting and caressing the daengmo with care.
It irks him, really.
Why does he want a daengmo so much from him, specifically?
Seungmin knows he has to do something along the lines of getting it from the special someone himself. But he doesn’t want to read along those lines.
Hyunjin’s feelings are too forward. The memory of the three years they barely spoke still lingers between them. After just assuming they were fine—which in Seungmin’s case, Hyunjin wasn’t—they drifted apart, both too stubborn and oblivious to what the other felt.
Even though time passed and things gradually thawed, Seungmin still hesitates, afraid that if he's too direct or lets his heart show, they might fall back into the old silence. He doesn’t ever want to go through another three years of no contact.
Not again.
Not ever.
That was something he wished to go back to everyday.
But he realized maybe that scenario wouldn’t have made them the way they are today. Strong-willed, matured, and closer than ever before. Seungmin and Hyunjin always promise each other to go on one-on-one dates once a week as a token of their seal.
Seungmin and Hyunjin are always debating whether they could get matching sets of certain items. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings. Jewelry.
He sighs to himself, looking away from Hyunjin to someplace else. He’s got a daengmo, all cuddled up to himself, and Seungmin wished it were him in place of that plushie instead.
The fan politely asks for Hyunjin to give the plushie back, as he was reluctant, but pouts when he reaches forward again to return Daengmo to its rightful owner. Seungmin truly can sense now how meaningful it meant for him.
He’s always been good at this type of game. Playing hard-to-get. It was his motif, his specialty. Seungmin never caved in first.
But seeing Hyunjin at the prospect of having daengmo by his side made him feel… alive.
Hyunjin, with a daengmo, meant it was basically a part of Seungmin he wanted to keep.
And Seungmin has to inwardly stop himself from daydreaming at that point. There’s a time and place for everything.
The movie premiere went well, with some moments of happy outbursts, cheering, and sing-alongs, and there were serious moments. Seungimin really loved the cinematography and how much it meant to each member whose interviews were taken with a light-hearted reaction.
They bid their farewells to all the loving fans who came respectfully, waving all their hands in unison as the group made their way back to the vans. Seungmin walks in front of Hyunjin, looking back at how he’s holding up.
Hyunjin’s been glued to his phone lately. And it’s bothering him.
Seungmin is right here. He should be glued to him of all things.
“You have any plans to go out later tonight?” Seungmin calls back, seeing Hyunjin lift his head in surprise.
“No. Might just stay in the dorm.” He answers briefly.
Seungmin questions the way Hyunjin is quick with the shutdown. “Oh, okay. Did you wanna hang, then? The others wanted to go out, but I kinda lack the social battery.”
Hyunjin’s eyes go wide for a split second, but they return to normal, acting cool. “Uh, sure. It’ll be cool.”
Yeah.
Cool. Cool. Cool.
Hyunjin’s fire alarm is breaking the sound barrier inside his head.
He and Seungmin are all alone in the dorm.
Just him and Seungmin. Seungmin and him.
Coo. Cool. Cool.
Keep it cool, Hwang.
“Great! We can watch this new K-drama I wanted to binge. Was hoping to do it with you.” Seungmin hums, turning back to face front. As he missed the way Hyunjin’s ears have basically turned into the pigment of red.
“Y-Yayyyy.” He weakly celebrates.
“You sure you guys don’t wanna join?” Chan interrupts the flow of their vibe, putting a jacket on as he barges into Hyunjin’s room. “Or you guys are planning to join later?”
Seungmin smiles in his direction. “It’s fine, hyung. You guys can have some fun. We can occupy ourselves.”
“Alright, suit yourselves. Behave. Or something. I don’t know.” Chan leaves promptly, as Hyunjin settles himself comfortably in his bed. Seungmin brought his laptop, opening it to the browser.
“Alright, what’s the premise of this new K-drama?” Hyunjin starts before getting anything else out of the way.
“Star-crossed lovers who drift apart but eventually come back during college.” Seungmin nonchalantly says, as if that wasn’t Hyunjin’s weakness.
“Oh, okay. So I’m gonna be crying. Got it.” He sighs, crossing his arms.
“It’s not that melodramatic.” Seungmin chuckles, going towards the search bar.
He thinks this could probably be considered for their weekly date nights they always promised one another. Hyunjin was fine with that. Everything happening right now was as platonic as it could get.
Seungmin’s vibe seemed so comfortable and eager that he wished they had more time in the world, just for them to be alone.
At first, it was all innocent vibes. Seungmin’s long fingers typing away, Hyunjin watching with both eyes, when he’s typing out certain characters into the computer.
Just a very casual binge-watching night. They got their snacks on the side, Hyunjin opting for healthier choices while Seungmin has a whole dinner plate at bay (what the fuck).
Hyunjin thinks nothing is gonna ensue tonight. Of course not. Everything is normal as it could be—just a simple, casual hangout.
There’s no way anything could go very wrong at this very moment at this very time.
Seungmin opens Twitter by accident.
That’s fine. Every search will automatically come up with the first most recent site they visited. It’s how algorithms work.
Seungmin makes a noise, odd.
Hyunjin notices the icon.
Odd.
That’s not the Stray Kids logo. That’s not even their profile.
Hyunjin’s eyes squint, getting too indulged in what Kim Seungmin himself could be hiding from him.
“Oh, uh, sorry, let me just…” Seungmin fumbles, trying to hide the screen from Hyunjin, his eyes darting all around the screen, but Hyunjin’s own eyes are also darting around, trying to see what Seungmin is fumbling with. What is he doi—
Oh.
Oh.
Will you log out of user @seungjintruther?
“Shit.” Seungmin cusses, slamming the laptop shut, not even worrying if the screen might’ve cracked. And Hyunjin thinks he wants to slam something down as well.
Seungmin met his eyes. Hyunjin met his.
What comes next?
Seungmin used to be quick, but unfortunately, Hyunjin was and is always quicker.
The laptop was shoved aside, but not enough to fall off the bed.
Seungmin was pinned down on the mattress, eyes widened when two strong pairs of arms pinned him, so easily manhandled like he was a warm-up. And god, looking up, never looked so much like heaven.
Hyunjin’s lidded eyes, heavy, nostrils flared, and his lips, wow, why is it glowing in such a dark room? Hyunjin’s mouth opens. “Did you have fun?”
Seungmin looks away, flustered, blood rushing all over the place, hopefully, not too much south. This position is very much obviously pornographic, written all over it. “F-Fun? The premiere? Yeah, it was fun!” Seungmin feigns the elephant in the room.
Hyunjin does that signature smirk when he knows he’s got the feeling.
The feeling of killing something tonight. Or rather, devouring.
Lips pursed, eyes still staring deep at Seungmin’s face. “Did you have fun indulging in me in your own head?” Hyunjin gathers Seungmin’s hands, pins them to the headboard, the display of strength sending another shiver down Seungmin’s body.
“H-Hey, we can still talk about this,” Seungmin tries to settle, but his whole body is practically on fire right about now. He’s never wanted to just push himself up towards those lips that oozed sin.
“I think we’ve gone past so many talking stages.” Hyunjin leans in, close, breaths so close it tickles Seungmin on the neck. Hyunjin is loving this. He’s finally getting to treat Seungmin the way he deserves to be treated all this time. The longing, the aching, and now he knows how helpless Seungmin is under his hold.
The feeling of Seungmin finally accepting him for something more. The feelings are finally being reciprocated.
“And maybe skip the dating stage.” Hyunjin’s free hand slides down Seungmin’s structured face, all the good angles sculpted him to become something so fine and handsome, it was a relief that Hyunjin even held back in the very beginning.
“If you knew me so well… why didn’t you do anything?” Hyunjin’s eyes soften at his question.
“Because it’s you.” He answers modestly.
“I can never know what you’re thinking.” He says. “And that always scared me.”
Seungmin finally looks at him, his own eyes glimmering. “Then I guess you know now.”
Seungmin leans in, lips about to touch, as he says the last few words. Hyunjin’s so glad to have waited for so long. “And I knew it too.”
Everything was intense.
The first touch was blazing, passionate, intimate; the moment lasting for so long, Hyunjin thinks this is still his dream. That Kim Seungmin, his yearning crush for so long, has finally accepted him, his heart, and his whole self.
Hyunjin kisses messily, afraid that the moment would end. He devours Seungmin’s tiny heart-shaped lips on his own, slotting himself closer and closer, bodies on top of bodies, warmth filling themselves to the brim, and Seungmin’s sultry moans and whimpers emitting out constantly.
Hyunjin lets go of his hand, letting Seungmin find himself, get lost in the feeling of longing, for having to wait so long, and to let him have all of Hyunjin.
Hyunjin breaks apart, but slams his lips back down when he hears him whine. Oh, Seungmin.
Seungmin tangles his hands on Hyunjin’s neck, one hand leveraging on the back scruff of his head. Fuck. He’s in his prime. Seungmin never admitted outloud, but this Hyunjin was something out of this world.
“Minnie,” Hyunjin gasps, seeing Seungmin chasing after the feeling, “Just let me know. I don’t think I could stop right now.” Hyunjin brings his hand under his chin, a soft tilt to face him.
“Let me know if it’s too much.” Hyunjin stares deeply.
Seungmin nuzzles into his touch, forgoing everything he’s ever hidden, the desire and need to be felt overwhelming his mind. “Nothing’s ever too much from you.”
“If anything,” Seungmin uses the only moment to overwhelm Hyunjin, switching their positions, as Hyunjin lies flat with an oomph sound under Seungmin. “I should be the one giving you much more.”
Hyunjin gasps at the sight of Seungmin, dishevelled, eyes full of lust, straddling, his hand coming up to unbutton his pyjama dress shirt. Seungmin’s careful, yet it’s so tantalizing.
Seungmin leans down, planting a quick kiss onto Hyunjin, as he’s giving him the praise he’s deserved all these years. The pining, the yearning, all the unnoticed moments are being shown to Hyunjin.
“Can I…” Seungmin stops midway from unbuttoning, the view of his gorgeous, sculpted chest mere seconds away from being bare. Hyunjin nods; he’d let him a million times more.
Seungmin strips Hyunjin bare; he could feel his heart pounding so loudly, like it would burst out at any moment. He places his soft hands on his chest, slight brush on the nipple, seeing Hyunjin whimper at the slight touch.
“I’m… not sure how to…” Seungmin looks unsure as Hyunjin gives him a reassuring chuckle.
“Me too. I mean…” Hyunjin clears his throat, “We can figure it out.”
Hyunjin pulls him close, chest to chest, heartbeats to heartbeats.
“We always did figure it out.” Hyunjin presses his lips against him, the kiss immediately turning dirty and bordering on saliva. Seungmin licks, doesn’t know where to lick, but he’s letting Hyunjin take the initiative.
Hyunjin’s hands slide down to Seungmin’s side, fumbling fingers under his shirt, feeling the toned stomach and how lithe Seungmin’s figure was compared to his. The brush of skin makes Seungmin moan, eyes closing in pleasure.
Hyunjin strips Seungmin. And god, how he wished to paint his body.
A blank canvas. Ready to be drawn on. To be filled by Hyunjin’s markings.
To remind him of how much Seungmin belonged to him now.
To write his signature in kisses, bites, marks, or anything.
“I can never get enough of saying you’re pretty.” Hyunjin goes down on him, lips attached to his godlike collarbones, the width of his shoulder somehow bigger than his own and yet, the only thing Hyunjin thinks of is how big a canvas he’ll have to fill up with his own artwork.
“Nghh,” Seungmin’s noises send him even more pleasure, “Hyunnie.”
Hyunjin flicks one of his nipples, the soft nub slowly becoming harder—Seungmin whimpers, leaning in to the touch. He makes his way down with kisses, his mouth attached to Seungmin’s other unattended nipple.
Hyunjin flicks a tongue, the elicit reaction riling him up further. Seungmin’s always been a vocal person. Guess that term applies in bed as well.
“Hyunnie, wait, wait…” Seungmin gasps. Hyunjin’s relentless with his mouth. He bites, leaving the fresh bite mark engraved on his chest. A claiming. That Seungmin was finally his.
“You can take it.” Hyunjin praises, opting to place another hickey near his neck, from which the make-up stylist will definitely have to sign an NDA to keep their mouths shut.
“You could always take everything I give.” Hyunjin’s hands go down onto Seungmin’s rutting bulge. The skin-to-fabric contact sends him signals. “My Minnie.”
Seungmin nods, wanting to be free of his clothes. Hyunjin pushes him, giving enough space to free Seungmin’s aching dick, tip already leaking precum. He smiles; the effect he has on him was truly a sight.
“Fuck. Even your dick is pretty, my pretty Minnie.” Hyunjin wraps one hand around it, entirely engulfing it in warmth, and Seungmin shudders at the touch. Burning, intense, filled with ache to rut helplessly like a dog in heat.
Hyunjin keeps watching Seugmin’s expression change every passing second. Pleasure, squinting, scrunching his face in ecstasy. He twists his hands in a particular motion.
Seungmin jolts. “A-Ah! D-Don’t do that!”
“Will you cum for me?” Hyunjin kisses chastely.
“You can do that for me. I’ll give you even more.” He whispers sweet desires. Seungmin’s body goes rigid, going into full shock when Hyunjin pumps him with force faster than he’s ever danced harder on a stage. Seungmin cums.
Understatement. He’s squirting, white streaks painting Hyunjin’s chest, abs, and some have flown to his face. But he doesn’t care. Seungmin is writhing in pleasure, lost in it.
Hyunjin keeps going, overstimulation catching Seungmin, as he backs out over from the strong grip on his dick, still chasing and pumping him. “Fuck! Fuckfuck, H-Hyun!”
Hyunjin licks his lips, a smear of cum coming along to taste. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“I’m going to drain you of every drop. Tears, cum, saliva. Whatever you can produce.” Hyunjin chants, like a promise.
Seungmin is basically crying at this point—the small drops of tears sliding down his face.
“M-Mean. Hyung…” It slipped out.
Hyunjin’s never been referred to by hyung. And he thinks it sounds like a threat.
Especially when it came out of Seungmin’s mouth.
Fuck.
He pushes his pyjamas down, boxers coming along. His dick springs up, angry, red, tip leaking its own precum. Hyunjin has to hold himself from cumming at the sight and voice of Seungmin whimpering in front of him.
“Minnie… don’t call me that.” Hyunjin strokes himself, chasing some form of pleasure, and Seungmin’s watching with his mouth agape, eyes glued downwards.
He doesn’t know if he’s drooling. He probably is, too dazed still from the recent climax. But Seungmin’s moving on his own, leaning down, face close to Hyunjin’s dick.
God, it’s hot. Thick and long in the right size that Seungmin thinks he wants it embedded inside him.
His throat. His tummy.
Anywhere.
“Minnie.” Hyunjin slaps his face lightly, somewhat condescending, but something unsettling settles in Seungmin’s stomach. “You wanna taste?”
Seungmin nods, eyes unbreakable from watching Hyunjin jerk himself off.
He releases his hold on his dick, and it bounces a little bit. Fuck. That’s supposed to be illegal.
“Go on.” Hyunjin slaps him again, lightly, never intending to come off as domineering. “You have me. All of me.”
Seungmin really must be a dog in his past life, the way he openly obeys, mouth opening wide as Hyunjin’s head makes contact with the hot warmth. He shudders, head lulling back, eliciting his own moan. Deep, guttural, endless.
Seungmin hasn’t discovered much about himself when it came to kinks, but he thinks he likes it when his mouth is stuffed full.
Oh, he definitely likes it.
“Fuck. Y-You don’t have to force it,” Hyunjin contradicts his statement, hands going on his hair, fluffing it, before he holds himself back from slamming Seungmin’s throat down.
It’s a sight. A sight that no one except him should ever see. Hyunjin would kill on sight if anyone ever saw his Seungmin like this.
Seems like Seungmin read his mind, as he feels the tight throat constrict around his length, Seungmin gagging clearly, but he musters it, and then he looks up.
He fucking looks up, eyes swollen in tears, mouth full of Hyunjin’s dick, and Hyunjin’s cumming. He’s no better than to cum at the sight of Seungmin looking so erotic.
He’s spasming. Seungmin backs off in tandem when he feels the sour taste hitting his mouth, seeing Hyunjin still squirt some white streaks, and Seungmin thinks this is it. This is all of their moments and even more to come. Cum. Whatever.
Seungmin wipes off some of the saliva and mixture of bodily fluids on his face, some getting on his tongue, tasting the true love Hyunjin had given him.
“I-I’m sorry. Seungminnie.” Hyunjin shakes his head, embarrassment creeping up inside. “You looked so good. I forgot to warn you.”
Seungmin smiles fondly at him. “It’s fine.” Seungmin found it hot to begin with, how even he could make Hyunjin feel so wrecked out and fondly gazing back at him.
Hyunjin drags him back towards his chest, bodies entwined, arms closed around each other’s figure. “God. If you ever make me go through all that shit years ago… I don’t think I’d even exist anymore.”
Seungmin’s laugh sends him happy vibrations. “It was a necessity, I fear.”
“It wouldn’t have brought us where we are now.” He sighs dreamily.
Hyunjin nuzzles under his neck, and the scent of sweat has got him riled up once again. And of course, Seungmin’s own scent. The musk mixed with his own, like they’re one of the same.
Seungmin notices, looks down, and Hyunjin’s dick is eager and still flared, some drips of cum leaking nonstop, like a faucet.
“Y-You can’t be serious, right?”
“Seungminnie, baby. You don’t wanna know how many times I’ve thought of you.” Hyunjin smirks, the atmosphere turning hot again.
“Thought of this. Thought of having you to myself.” Hyunjin’s hand snakes its way to his waist, grabbing him with ease, like he weighed nothing. Seungmin’s back facing his chest, the constant heartbeat of skin-to-skin. And his ass perfectly hugging Hyunjin’s aching dick.
Seungmin is blushing from the face down, feeling the member almost aching to protrude. It’s cupped in a way that every time Hyunjin breathes, it moves slightly. He breathes in deeply, the moment so intimate that he’s afraid to break it.
“Did you not want… to?” Hyunjin’s hands slide up and down, feeling Seungmin’s breathing stagger from the intimacy.
“No! It’s just…” Seungmin hesitates, “Thinking about how you longed for this moment…”
Seungmin gasps when Hyunjin starts peppering kisses down his neck; the goosebumps are never-ending and dull with him. Hyunjin hums sweetly, waiting for Seungmin to finish his train of thought.
“T-Thinki… mmfgh. I just think it could’ve been something more special.” Seungmin manages to utter, restraining the need to cave in and rut helplessly against Hyunjin’s dick.
“Everyday is special with you.” Hyunjin pampers, one of his hands goes to slap his dick against Seungmin’s backside, a little wet spot splotched on it. Seungmin’s entire backside may as well be blushing as well.
“I’ve always wanted to worship you.” Hyunjin turns his head around, neck straining, but Seungmin holds for him, eyes doe, his lips almost bruised from the intense makeout session.
“You keep doing things that make it impossible not to cherish you.” He begins praising.
“And how you’re able to read me like an open book. Fuck. I wanna give it all to you.” Hyunjin kisses him again. And again. This will continue forevermore.
Seungmin moans into it, feeling Hyunjin’s fingers glide down to his hole. His eyes light up when Hyunjin’s slender fingers protrude without hesitation. Seungmin gasps when the finger goes deeper, deeper than anything he’s ever tried before by himself.
He’s got big fingers and hands himself, but the way Hyunjin knew his way around him, as he’d already imagined and mapped out the traces on his body, to know every single spot that could give him pleasure. “H-Hyun…”
“I’ve got you. Will you let me?” Hyunjin continues with a slow thrust of a finger, feeling Seungmin’s ready when he starts to insert a second finger. The result is immediate: Seungmin’s mouth gaping open and the noise of approval coming out of his mouth.
“Yes. Yesyesyes.” Seungmin repeats, the feeling so close he thinks he can feel it.
“How do you want this?” Hyunjin whispers deep into his ears, nipping at the lobe: Seungmin whimpers, the double assault against his sensitive spots.
“Wanna face you.” Seungmin requests.
“Wanna see you.” He whines.
“Okay, baby, lie down.” Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, the sensation getting lost, and Seungmin thinks he shouldn’t be that desperate just from Hyunjin’s fingers alone. But fuck, he never wanted to lose that feeling of ecstasy.
Seungmin’s finally getting to see properly, not like he hasn’t for the past few moments of making out, but seeing truly how flushed, in-love, and deeply down his face looked, eyes dilated, mouth agape like a habit he has developed from him. He wishes he could photograph a moment of this. Hyunjin was down bad, naked, the voices in his head to let him take what he finally ached for so long.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” Hyunjin’s worry and concern came first.
“I will,” Seungmin assures, his legs spread apart by Hyunjin’s strength.
“I feel like we’re past the point of hurting, that everything you’ll give me is all for love.” Seungmin utters as Hyunjin leans in to press one last chaste kiss, his fingers going back to open him. The two fingers slipped in easily, the stretch becoming a little bearable as Seungmin is pampered with sweet words.
Hyunjin goes for the third finger this time, and Seungmin’s doing so well, doing so good for him, taking all of him. “Fuck. You’re taking it so well.”
“If only you could see what I see…” Hyunjin’s fingers become relentless, fastening his pace. Seungmin is squirming eagerly, his hands don’t know where to go, but it settles on Hyunjin’s neck, resting there and pulling Hyunjin in, who’s eagerly finger fucking the life out of him.
“H-Hyun, w-we should hurr-” Seungmin’s words cut off when a certain spot hits him.
Fuck. That’s the spot.
The spot so deep he ever wondered if he could actually feel it in his gut.
Hyunjin notices the way Seungmin’s eyes bulge, grinning at the immediate switch of expressions when he twists his fingers the right way.
“W-Wait! That feels weird!”
Hyunjin chuckles adoringly. “There it is.”
He presses a kiss on Seungmin’s lips. “We should what, babe?”
Seungmin can’t get the words out of his lips; the constant twitching and turning of Hyunjin’s fingers is giving him a numb mind.
“H-Hurry… t-they could c-come back anytime!” Seungmin manages, tears already streaking his face for the umpteenth time that night.
And Seungmin’s right for that. The members could all erratically walk in on the two of them having the most beautiful and intimate night of their lives, but it’ll never change the thing they’d already known throughout the years.
“What if I want them to know?” Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled under the dim lighting.
“That I finally have you.”
Seungmin screams in pleasure at that, cumming for the second time that night as Hyunjin watches his body spasm from the feeling. His dick stands, uselessly squirting out the slob of goo.
“That really got you?” Hyunjin smirks, lining himself up to give Seungmin another moment he’ll never forget. His dick slaps on his hole, the pretty puckered skin making room for him. Hyunjin grunts, forcing the tip inside while Seungmin is overstimulating.
“Oh, uhm…” Hyunjin catches himself in the act, looking down at Seungmin.
“A-Are you… clean?” He questions, praying it doesn’t break the moment.
Seungmin nods shortly. “Y-Yeah… if y-you don’t wanna use it.”
And Hyunjin’s eyes brightened the fuck up.
Raw. Unfiltered love. All for him.
“W-Wahh, w-wait— f-fuck!” Seungmin couldn’t stop him when Hyunjin sheathed himself inside Seungmin, both moaning from the abrupt sensation.
Seungmin’s eyes rolled back, white filling his pupils.
Hyunjin’s head lulled back, the warmth of Seungmin ever so inviting, so that he thought it was unreal. He began slowly, friction so agonizing to Seungmin, whose open legs spread wider than ever. His cries never go past his ears; he is always on the lookout for Seungmin was in any discomfort.
“You feel so good, my baby.” Hyunjin praises, slowing his hip thrusts, and Seungmin takes it.
“Like we were made for each other.” Hyunjin continues, slow movement going out, and sharp thrusts going in, trying to go deeper to make sure it stays there.
“Fuck.” Hyunjin looks down when he sees how the small movement he does inside makes Seungmin’s sculpted stomach move with his.
“I know I’m not that big, but to see myself even outside of you…” He licks his lips, hands coming down to feel the bulge protrude a bit when he slams back at a certain angle. Seungmin looks down, finally realizing what he’s talking about.
“T-That’s y-your?” Seungmin gasp, mouth drying from the amount of oxygen being taken out.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Hyunjin grabs one of his hands, letting Seungmin feel him inside. Hyunjin gives one particular thrust, and Seungmin feels his skin contract, moaning at the feeling and the feeling it gives him. He’s inside him so deep.
“Can you feel how much I’ve wanted you for so long?” Hyunjin’s babbling, keeping himself sane at the sight of Seungmin so pliant and willing under him.
“You said you’d try to build muscle, but,” Hyunjin slides his palm down the pane of Seungmin’s stomach, his waist so fucking sinful to hold that he wants to request Seungmin get a tattoo of his hands to remind him whose waist it belongs to. “I like it when I can handle you so easily. I like seeing what I can be doing to you.”
Seungmin’s too busy getting his brains fucked out even to comprehend anything Hyunjin’s saying.
“Fuck, fuck. My Minnie,” Hyunjin’s calling his name like a siren. “My love. My reason to live.”
“S-Stop saying that-” Seungmin moans at a particular angle, Hyunjin fully weighing himself down on Seungmin’s thighs, his hands coming up to a nipple and pinching it simultaneously.
“Minnie.” Hyunjin pants, feeling himself coming closer and closer to the vice grip Seungmin has on his dick. He clenches once, and Hyunjin has to brace himself from the mind-blowing orgasm. Hyunjin grunts when he’s close, feeling Seungmin tighten even more.
He pistons once more, hitting so deep, Hyunjin hopes it left a mark inside Seungmin. Somewhere, it’s him who’s only ever been inside him.
He’s shooting warm cum, the feeling inside Seungmin’s stomach as he feels it spray, copious amounts engulfing him. It’s sloshing around somewhere between the linings of his abused hole and his stomach. And Seungmin is cumming again.
But nothing’s coming out.
“F-Fuck! W-Wahh-” Seungmin looks down, his head looping and dizzy from what’s happening. He knows he felt himself climax, but nothing’s leaking. Almost as if he’s heaved and sucked dry.
“O-Oh god. Seungmin.” Hyunjin growls, pressing his head on his forehead, eyes and lips in proximity, as they stare each other down, the stillness, the passion, the engulfment of something new finally being born.
Hyunjin kisses. He pecks. He licks his lips. He closes their mouths together, slotting warmth, desire, all the kinds of positive and heartwarming moments. They share the moment of tender, slow breathes evening out, but their heart’s beat against one another.
They take the moment to calm themselves. Hyunjin props himself up shortly; Seungmin is out of commission from having to do anything by himself. Hyunjin makes his way to his private bathroom, wetting a damp towel and coming back in leisure time to clean themselves up.
He’s examining Seungmin in the meantime, how even in his blissed out state, his eyes always light up when he’s staring at him, patting his body with gentle and reassuring care, that there’s no more going back.
No more hiding.
No more playing hard to get.
This is them. This is the moment.
Hyunjin and Seungmin.
He lies down beside him, bringing the sheets up to cover them, ignoring everything else around them. Seungmin’s eyes close into a line, his hands hovering to shove their bodies together once again.
A warm embrace. A warm touch. The feeling of something… that wasn’t new to begin with, but something that would evolve into even deeper understandings.
Hyunjin brushes the stray hair covering Seungmin’s face.
“What’re you thinking?” His deep voice resonates.
“Us.” Seungmin answers. “Walking forwards.”
“It’s always been us.” Hyunjin retorts.
“Yeah.” Seungmin agrees.
“Maybe I always wished it’d be us,” Seungmin speaks, slowly feeling himself drift off, but fighting it to get his point across.
“Which is why I started that account.” He stares into Hyunjin’s eyes.
“Since when did you realize?” Hyunjin tilts his head.
“That I grew so fondly of you? Or that I had to tread carefully about your feelings?” Seungmin questions.
“That you had me,” Hyunjin whispers.
“Since the break.”
“Since that time when I remembered.”
“I could’ve called you. Any time, but I thought to myself, ‘For what reason?’ “
“We never did drift apart, but during that time. I felt something was missing.” Seungmin closes his eyes, letting the words speak out of his mouth.
“You mentioned it during our 2 Kid’s Room.” Hyunjin listens intently, never feeling so dedicated to hearing Seungmin’s own emotional validation being shared finally.
“That… you saw our friendship as something you depended on for stability. For a constant reminder that I always helped you get through even the hardest of times.” Seungmin spoke softly.
“And that made me realize. ‘He’s… living in my past’ “
“The past that made you feel wanted. Loved. Cared for.” Seungmin states.
“And that kinda set me straight.” Seungmin opens his eyes to meet Hyunjin, who’s tear have begun to drip out. It’s his turn to caress his face, wiping away the single tear going down his cheeks.
“That you didn’t feel I wasn’t giving you that feeling back then.” Seungmin smiles, the soft illicit sob Hyunjin let out as he spoons himself under Seungmin’s embrace, head nudged under his jaw, stroking his hair.
“And it hurt me. Because I told myself, ‘I’m here. Right now. And I’ll never leave.’ And so I used that account as a way to reach out to my true acceptance that…” Seungmin plants a soft kiss on his head.
“...I kept loving you as you kept falling in love with me all over again.”
@seungjintruther [CLOSED] [10 minutes ago]
Hello guys! Thank you to everyone who's consistently kept up with this account. It'll be closed now as there is no more reason for me to continue theorizing about Hyunjin and Seungmin's unconditional love.This is to say that I don't believe that there won't be another account like this out there, but there's nothing to ever doubt about what Kim Seungmin and Hwang Hyunjin have between them.
Because they know what they have. And that's that.
Signing off.
“Will you ever gift me a Daengmo?” Hyunjin is lying on Seungmin's lap. The moment is domestic and peaceful when the other members don't even have a clue about what's happening.
“You already have me,” Seungmin says, eyebrow raised, as he finishes typing the last bit of the text.
"What if you're away?" Hyunjin likes the post and reposts it.
"Then I'll find a way to come back to you." Seungmin logs out of the account for the last time.
"Because I always do."