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Having days off is a bit tricky these days. Ni-ki (all of Enhypen in general) has such a full schedule that even the most common things like spending time with your boyfriend is a bit complicated.
Both Sunghoon (his boyfriend) and he end up so tired that the most contact they've had in the past month is only when they give each other lazy kisses as they go to bed together. Slow kisses while cuddling together that don't amount to anything more because they're so exhausted that they end up falling asleep very quickly.
And maybe he shouldn't feel bad about it, for the fact that he and Sunghoon barely live together more than typical; short group conversations when they're gathered in the waiting room before a show or photo shoot. They still hold hands silently when they are sitting next to each other on the same couch or Ni-ki still rests his head on Sunghoon's shoulder to sleep. He shouldn't feel bad, lonely and sad, because at the end of the day Ni-ki knows and is aware that it's because they have work and they are both tired.
Still, Ni-ki can't help but feel sad and lonely. He can't help but miss Sunghoon even though the older man is by his side, even though he has Sunghoon stroking his hair massaging Riki so he can sleep faster when Ni-ki has his head resting on the older man's shoulder in the waiting room. He can't help but not feel a tightness in his chest when night falls and they're both so tired they practically fall into the bed they share (Ni-ki has his own room, but prefers to sleep next to Sunghoon even though the older one's room is the smallest of them all) and sometimes they can't even kiss each other.
Because that's the problem: that they are close to each other, but it still feels far away.
He misses Sunghoon. He misses having meaningless talks with the older one, talking about everything and nothing, misses going on dates with him and kissing for hours and hours until their lips burn, until they end up panting and wanting more of each other.
Which leads to the most important thing and Ni-ki's main frustration; he misses having sex with Sunghoon. He misses feeling Sunghoon inside his and touching his body like only Sunghoon knows how.
Every day it's a martyrdom to watch Sunghoon change before a performance, to see how the major's arms flex as he takes off his shirt and to get dressed in the clothes his stylists selected for that day. And not being able to touch him because they're busy (and because it wouldn't be appropriate to get down on his knees and suck Sunghoon's dick while getting his makeup done in front of his other classmates and staff). He hasn't even had a chance to jerk off so his frustration is even more painful.
It's more painful when you have the hottest man in the world (for Ni-ki) panting, drenched in sweat and with his clothes sticking to his body and highlighting the curves and lines of his body (especially when the white shirt sticks to his broad back, Sunghoon is one of the members who sweat the most so his shirt ends up transparent and it's even more obscene than the fact that he's not wearing it) and not being able to touch him. It feels like he's being punished.
Ni-ki is so frustrated, sad and painfully melancholy that he has even cried in the shower because he misses his boyfriend.
Then, when they have a few days off, Ni-ki is grateful and thinks he'll finally have the time to spend it with Sunghoon, it turns out that the elder is busy and doesn't have time for Riki, but he does have time to accompany Jake to choose a gift for Heeseung for his birthday, but he has time to go out to eat with Jungwon and he has time to go shopping with Jay, which is where the elder has plans for that day.
—Oh, sorry, baby.—Sunghoon makes a chagrined sound and turns to look at Ni-ki, who is behind him playing with the hem of his (Sunghoon's, actually) sweater and strokes Ni-ki's cropped hair, before taking him by the face and cradling him in his hands. Ni-ki's face looks small between them.—But I arranged to go shopping with Jay yesterday.–Sunghoon explains.
Ni-ki's lip bulges. So what if he's pouting, he thought that day Sunghoon would finally spend time with him. Ni-ki even tried to dress provocatively by wearing Sunghoon's clothes (because he knows the older guy loves it when Riki wears his clothes, saying he looks better in them and Sunghoon's clothes seem to swallow him because, Riki may be taller than the older guy, but his body is slim and smaller unlike the man with broad shoulders and enjoys time at the gym) and shorts, too short because they barely reach under Sunghoon's sweater and look more like underwear.
But Sunghoon doesn't seem to notice. He doesn't look down to see Riki's bare legs. He doesn't even seem to pay attention to it by letting go of Riki and turning around to look at himself in the mirror while muttering a sorry towards Ni-ki. Ni-ki can't stop his lip from trembling and feeling that tightness in his chest again.
He won't cry, he tells himself, biting the inside of his cheek to steady himself. There is no reason for him to cry. But he feels sad and forgotten. Sunghoon has time for everyone but him.
Perhaps it is due to the frustration he feels sexually and the stress caused by his job as an idol that he starts to feel scared. The mind and thoughts are often very powerful and one's worst enemies. Riki can't help the thoughts that come to him when Sunghoon once again leaves him aside once again.
What if Sunghoon doesn't like me anymore? What if he doesn't love me like he used to? What if I've bored him already? What if...?
Ni-ki digs his nails into the palm of his hands and blinks as he feels his eyes water as he tries not to shed tears. He reminds himself that's ridiculous, makes sure to remind himself that Sunghoon still loves him because there are still those little acts of service the older man offers him, because there's more to a courtship than just spending time together and having sex and Sunghoon has the right to spend time with his friends too.
His chest feels that unpleasant feeling again when Sunghoon turns around again, he doesn't look at Riki because his cell phone rings several times, Sunghoon instead looks at his cell phone screen and grimaces in annoyance when he sees who is calling him. Probably Jay.
—Jay is calling me, I'm running late.—Sunghoon confirms, still not looking at him, to which Ni-ki takes the opportunity to wipe away his tears in time for Sunghoon to turn around and see him.—I'll be back tonight.—Sunghoon says before walking out the door of the room, answering the call and leaving Ni-ki alone in the room.
Sunghoon doesn't even kiss him this time.
Ni-ki sighs looking at the closed door where Sunghoon just walked out. The silence is maddening, it makes his cruel thoughts become louder in his head so he tells himself to do something before he ends up crying again.
Ni-ki looks at the clean white shirt hanging on a hook on the wall, the one that Sunghoon was surely going to wear for his outing with Jay and only forgot. Before he thinks about it, Ni-ki is holding the shirt in his hands and buries his face in the fabric, sniffs it and sighs shakily as the scent of Sunghoon's perfume fills his lungs. It smells good, the scent makes him dizzy because he can still smell in the room the after shave cologne Sunghoon uses and the scent of his cologne on his shirt, plus all the pent up sexual frustration makes Ni-ki's melancholic and lonely mind go in another direction now.
Even being sad can't stop him from getting an erection (he was already hard from before anyway, at the excitement and dirty thoughts that came to him having believed that Sunghoon would make him hers that night).
Riki sighs one last time over the collar of Sunghoon's shirt. It's likely that the excitement pulsing between his legs is because he hasn't even masturbated in a long time. He still feels discouraged, he still feels lonely and bad thoughts keep coming to him, but he's already cried too much and his body is still burning with desire and the shirt he keeps sniffing and the sweater he's wearing smell so much like Sunghoon, as does the whole room, that Ni-ki doesn't realize at what point he's reached inside his blue shorts. He's only aware that he's touching himself when his knees tremble still standing in the middle of the lonely room and he moans against the fabric of his shirt at the movement of his thumb over the head of his erection, rubbing around over the orifice weeping with pre cum.
Then he thinks "fuck it" he's alone, he's horny and standing around doing nothing will make the depression only increase. So Riki ends up pulling down his pants with an anxious tug until the garment is at his feet (he wasn't wearing any underwear, so that makes things easier) and ends up stumbling several times trying to get to the bed before pushing away with one foot the clothes that are in the way.
It's not too much work to get him horny. Riki only needs to spread his legs apart and pull his weeping cock a few times to have him quivering on the bed sheets. However, he doesn't feel enough. He feels empty, prompting him to pull out the bottle hidden under the pillow, he had placed it there in hopes of getting fucked by Sunghoon, remembering it only makes his frustration rise. He grunts getting on all fours on the bed, his ass facing the door because he forgets it's not locked and because no one will come in without knocking anyway.
Riki, after having coated his fingers with the necessary amount of lubricant, pushes his fingers inside his. At first, rubbing around the tender hole that already contracts at the mere touch of his cold fingers. It doesn't take long before Ni-ki, eager and eager to cum, pushes two fingers inside his. It feels painful at first, a stinging as it is opened that runs up his hip and makes him let out a pained moan, after all, it has been a while since he touched or was touched. Gradually the pain subsides, the stinging is still there as he adds one more finger, but it travels to his cock which rubs against the fabric of Sunghoon's sweater, wetting the fabric on the spot, which before long he finds himself moaning as he feels slightly full.
However, it doesn't feel enough. No matter how much Riki moves his fingers and scissors them apart, or that he has almost four fingers opening it, it doesn't feel enough and after a moment the tears fall back from his eyes helplessly.
His tears wet the fabric of the shirt he holds under his body. His flushed and tear-stained face rubs against the thin fabric that smells of Sunghoon. If he closes his eyes tight and concentrates he can almost feel Sunghoon is there, he can almost imagine that the fingers going in and out, writhing inside his are Sunghoon's and not hims.
But they aren't, and that's the problem.
No matter how much Ni-ki moves his fingers inside his, it still doesn't feel like enough. He doesn't know if the tears falling on his hot cheeks are out of frustration or because he feels alone and abandoned.
Ni-ki slurps, his lip quivering and the hurt words come out of his mouth before he can help it.
—Why didn't you kiss me before you left?.—It's okay, it doesn't matter, no one can hear his complaints anyway, so he takes advantage of the solitude to release his pain as well.
Ni-ki moans burying her face in Sunghoon's shirt, she tries to concentrate again, on the delicious friction she feels on his cock rubbing against the fabric of her boyfriend's sweater and zipper (which is kind of painful, but feels great anyway), on the air brushing against her erect nipples as it enters through the sweater and on her fingers bending trying to reach his prostate. He doesn't succeed.
Riki moans in frustration, a low, pitiful sound vibrating in the shirt he bites and drools on, before giving up and collapsing onto his back. Or maybe if he tries it in another position he thinks, only to sigh in frustration staring at the ceiling and with his sore arm resting on his forehead.
—It doesn't feel the same if I do it myself.—Riki complains with a lazy hand rubbing his aching cock.
—Maybe I should help you then.
The sound of the new and familiar voice causes Riki to become alarmed as he looks down in search of the owner of the voice suggesting to help him.
Standing there leaning against the door with his arms crossed is Park Sunghoon staring at him. He has a half smile on his mouth the moment Ni-ki's eyes meet his. Then, Riki realizes the reality and the position he is in.
Legs wide apart and knees bent, from his position lying on his back on the bed, elbows nailed to the mattress as a support to stand up and with his head looking down he gets a little jowl, not to say how sticky he must look. He himself feels sticky.
He must look awful, he thinks, however, Sunghoon thinks quite the opposite. His cock vibrates inside his pants at the image. It is a glorious image, so worthy of the thumbnail of a porn video or an erotic work hung in an art exhibit for all to admire (just him).
Ni-ki stands with his legs apart and proudly displaying his quivering, wide open hole pulsating from the vacuum, there's lube oozing out of his anus and wetting the fabric underneath, he looks totally ready and prepared to receive a cock. The image might make you think that he is in that position, ready and willing for anyone who walks through the door to just unzip his pants, pull out his cock and penetrate him without further ado.
Something bubbles in Sunghoon's chest at the thought, something possessive that makes him approach with slow steps to where Riki is pulling the sweater he's wearing (his sweater) down and closing his legs to hide the crime. One of his hands closes around Ni-ki's ankle and tugs lightly on it, but his fingers clench tightly as he thinks, "what if I hadn't been the one who broke in?". He knows that none of the other members would try to do anything with Riki and Riki wouldn't do something like cheat on him either, but just the thought of someone else seeing Ni-ki in that state; touching himself, panting, all cute while crying in frustration makes something ugly vibrate inside him.
Sunghoon takes a deep breath and looks down to where the image of Ni-ki glowing red up to his chest in a natural blush that dances between embarrassment and arousal.
—Hyung.—Riki's voice is so low. A sensual and erotic sound, husky and with a delicious mix of coyness. It sounds so breathless that Sunghoon has to lick his lips as if he can taste Ni-ki's arousal and frustration in his mouth. It's even worse for his sanity when Ni-ki tilts his head to the side, the pretty curls of his damp hair spreading over the shirt beneath him. Remembering the image of Riki touching himself while sniffing his shirt makes Sunghoon's cock ache as it scrapes against the zipper of his pants.—How long have you been there?.—Ni-ki asks, his pretty long eyelashes fluttering as he tries to push away the wetness in them. Which reminds him that Ni-ki wasn't just crying out of pent-up sexual frustration, he was crying out of guilt.
Remembering the plaintive whisper of his Riki saying he was lonely and asking why Sunghoon hadn't kissed him before he left and a bunch more things that only prove how little time he's granted his boyfriend in the past few days makes Sunghoon feel like he's being hit in the stomach with a rock.
His poor baby.
—Enough.—Sunghoon replies as the bed sinks into the area where his knee rests on the mattress.—I forgot something and I had to go back.—Ni-ki hides his mouth behind the sleeve of the sweater he's wearing, wanting to hide his embarrassment. He's cute, so shy now as if moments ago he wasn't with four fingers up his cute ass. Sunghoon hovers over him, the tremor that travels through Sunghoon's body shakes something wicked and dirty inside him.
However, it's not the right time to get cruel and think with his dick. Ni-ki is sad because of him.
—I knocked on the door and everything, but you didn't even listen when I opened the door and came in. My baby was too busy, right?.—Sunghoon doesn't resist and kisses his boyfriend's pretty puffy lip at the pout that escapes his. It's funny how everyone feels intimated by his boyfriend when the reality is the cutest creature who pouts when he doesn't get what he wants.
He seems to push a button on Ni-ki, because as soon as he pulls away to look him in the face again, Ni-ki cries and wraps his arms around Sunghoon's neck and hides his face in his chest, wetting Sunghoon's black turtleneck shirt with tears.
Sunghoon's heart breaks in two at the sight of it, there is nothing that tears him up more than seeing his baby cry.
—I'm sorry.—Sunghoon whispers as his hand strokes and combs Riki's curls. Sunghoon leaves kisses on the boy's temple who trembles in his arms.—I've been an idiot, haven't I?
Despite his whimpering, Ni-ki shakes his head in denial. He's still hidden in Sunghoon's chest when he says in a wet voice.—I miss you.
—I miss you too, my love.—Sunghoon assures him because it's true. For him too, the little time they have to spend together due to their activities and duties as idols has been painful, but he thought he was doing well. Apparently not. He had no idea that his baby felt so lonely and forgotten. He had seen him playing video games with Heeseung, laughing while joking around with Sunoo and hanging out with Jake that he didn't think there was anything wrong. It's so stupid.–I'm sorry, baby. I love you.–Sunghoon kisses his hair, lets Ni-ki vent and let out everything he has pent up and waits for Ni-ki to tell him what hurts or curses him for being so inconsiderate, that doesn't happen, Ni-ki just cries against his shoulder with big tears wetting the fabric of Sunghoon's shirt.
It doesn't take long for Ni-ki to calm down. His face is still soaked with tears that Sunghoon kisses, biting his cheeks and tasting the salty water of tears on his tongue as he licks them away. He hears the sigh escaping Ni-ki's swollen lips, so pretty and glossy that Sunghoon leans in to kiss him once more. This time, longer, taking his time to feel the softness of Ni-ki's full lips moving against his. Sunghoon cradles Ni-ki's delicate face, swallows the sigh the younger boy lets out and sucks the drop of blood from the small cut caused by Sunghoon's coliseum biting his lip savagely after the kiss moves up a notch. Their hands caressing every corner of each other that, at some point, Sunghoon ends up naked from the waist up when Ni-ki's naughty hands reached under his shirt to caress his back.
Sunghoon turns them around on the bed, their mouths still on each other, and now it's Ni-ki on top of him. It's so nice to see how Ni-ki settles on top of Sunghoon, his nice long legs on either side of Sunghoon's body and his butt slightly raised that it's so easy for Sunghoon to squeeze his buttock to spread it open and caress the wetness between his cheeks. Ni-ki sighs against his lips again, already looking dazed and drunk with a simple kiss that he doesn't seem aware of the way he jerks his hips backwards, following Sunghoon's finger.
Sunghoon bites down hard on his lip that he can even taste his own blood in his mouth. His whole body tensed by the way Riki rubs against him before steepening his ass more and leaning on Sunghoon's chest, from his place he can see the line of his tits (Sunghoon loves every part of Ni-ki's body, but if he has to admit which part of his gets his blood down to his cock he would answer his tits. When his pecs grew from exercise, Sunghoon spent a lot of time sucking on them) and the flush on his face that expands to his chest. It's even more obscene to see him naked and only wearing a sweater with the zipper open. Made hotter by the fact that he's wearing something that once belonged to Sunghoon (Riki enjoys stealing his clothes and Sunghoon has no complaints because he loves how Ni-ki looks in his clothes, sometimes he buys things he knows Ni-ki will like to see him wear them) and the image of his face flushed and wet with tears travels all the way down to his cock.
He wants to fuck him so badly, and from the way Ni-ki watches him, he can tell he wants it too.
So Sunghoon rubs circles around Ni-ki's sphincter, gritting his teeth at the easy way his fingers slide inside him. He's still wet with lube, so, so wet that the room fills with a sloshing sound where his fingers slide in and out of Ni-ki.
—How about hyung shows you how much he misses you too?.—Sunghoon isn't surprised by the breathless way his voice sounds, after all he was already hard from the moment he entered the room and heard his boy's needy moan. Like Ni-ki, he hasn't had sex and is frustrated, he wouldn't be surprised either if he cums just watching his baby writhe on top of him as Sunghoon's fingers flex inside him.
Ni-ki babbles, some droplet saliva dribbles out of his mouth and wets Sunghoon's bare chest. His pretty eyelashes flutter and his hands ball into fists as he leans against Sunghoon's chest as if he'll need to hold on to something to keep from falling off.
—It's so much better when it's your fingers.—Ni-ki confesses and, by the way his eyes close and he shakes his head, it looks more like he's saying it unknowingly.—They're so long and _ngh~ hyung, there.—Ni-ki bites his lip, however, the moan he's trying to hold up rumbles in his throat.
Sunghoon doesn't resist and grabs the sweaty nape of Ni-ki's neck to pull him into another dirtier kiss where their lips don't touch, it's just their tongues rubbing against each other and creating a mess of mixed saliva, mostly from Ni-ki (it's always so messy and dirty, but that's something Sunghoon loves. Personally, Sunghoon likes it when his cock gets all wet after Riki sucks him off) that wets Sunghoon's throat.
Soon, Ni-ki finds himself bouncing on Sunghoon's fingers, his hips meeting the older man's onslaught. He'd love to see Ni-ki come on his fingers alone, but he too has swollen balls from wanting to sink inside his boy.
He giggles adoringly when he hears Riki's annoyed croon as Sunghoon pulls his fingers out of the younger's insides, he can tell by the way his cute duck mouth puckers that his orgasm was near, but Sunghoon has other plans in mind and Ni-ki seems to get excited when he sees Sunghoon take the forgotten bottle on the bed.
—How about you show me how much you've missed me too, baby?.—Ni-ki croons an affirmation in response, his hair swaying as he nods and unzips Sunghoon's pants in one swift movement.—Are you that desperate?
Ni-ki glares at him, stopping his action to free Sunghoon's cock from its prison, only lasting a torturous second before continuing and saying in a tired voice.—Hyung, I'd tell you something, but right now all I can think about is that I want your cock inside me. Now. Take off your pants.—He practically orders.
It's a bit messy with Riki on top of him, but when Sunghoon is completely naked, Ni-ki helps him spread lube on Sunghoon's erection after practically snatching the bottle from him.
Sunghoon hisses through his teeth as he feels the touch of Ni-ki's fingers wrapping around his cock and jerking him off in a painfully lazy motion to better spread the lube. He feels like he could cum just from that perfunctory touch and seeing the hunger shining in his boyfriend's eyes. He also doesn't miss the flick of Ni-ki's tongue as he looks at the swollen cock in his hand, probably wishing he could take it in his mouth. But there's no time, they're both too horny and needy to play anymore.
So Ni-ki settles on top of Sunghoon and rubs Sunghoon's lube-soaked cock once, twice, three times between his buttocks, getting a curse and a pinch on one of them from the older man in response, then lining the cock up in his hole. He knows he should take it easy, Sunghoon is not exactly small, while, Ni-ki's cock could be considered attractive and big, Sunghoon's is even more so. Long and fat, perfect for opening him up the way Ni-ki likes and pounding deep inside him. It's been a while since they last had sex, it would be wise to go slow.
But Ni-ki doesn't want to go slow. Not when he has Sunghoon underneath him offering Ni-ki his cock to use and fill himself with it after a long time of pining for it. Call him a cock whore, it doesn't matter, he is. Just for Sunghoon.
—Slow down, angel.—Sunghoon whispers, but, despite his words, it is he who hisses and jerks his hips as Ni-ki's warmth invades him. Ni-ki is so tight he practically sucks his cock, hugging his erection that Sunghoon has to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming. His cock isn't even halfway in.
He remembers to help Ni-ki down, he reopens his eyes only to find Ni-ki looking down at the spot where Sunghoon's cock slowly disappears, all panting, with drunken eyes and his tongue out of his lips that Sunghoon is the one moaning long and shamefully. Oh God, what did he do to deserve to have Riki by his side? It's a wonder to be the only one to see the maknae in that state.
—You feel so good. Shit, so tight.—Sunghoon grunts, his head falls back with his throat exposed and proudly showing how the nub of his throat quivers the instant Ni-ki starts bouncing on his cock. It's not all the way in, but it looks like Ni-ki couldn't take any more. Well, Sunghoon couldn't stand not fucking him anymore either.
His lips tighten, he watches Riki once again bounce now on his cock, one arm behind him to rest on Sunghoon's thigh and with the other hand available in his mouth to bite his fingers. The sweater has fallen down his shoulders, one sleeve has almost slipped off his arm (from the arm he's leaning on Sunghoon's thigh with) and the other swirls around Ni-ki's elbow. Sunghoon squeezes his waist, his hips jerking violently at the image, he concentrates on Ni-ki's pecs that seem to bounce with every bounce on Sunghoon's cock and something wild settles inside him, something that makes him lunge at Ni-ki as he thrusts the younger man's hips down onto his cock to enter him in a single thrust.
Ni-ki screams, his head falling back and his hand now away from his mouth is left in the air, Sunghoon grabs it and makes their fingers intertwine. The room seems to rise in temperature, Sunghoon feels so hot, skin burning and drenched in sweat, the bed shaking in rhythm with his thrashing. His ears delight in the dirty, wet sounds Riki lets out, the tender babbles where he praises Sunghoon's cock, how big it is and how good it feels inside him. Shuddering on him, squeezing Sunghoon's hand and jumping on Sunghoon until it all becomes mingled moans and the sound of their skins colliding.
Sunghoon realizes Ni-ki is close when he starts to cry out, when his movements become more eager, so Sunghoon helps him come faster, rubbing Ni-ki's neglected cock that bounces over Sunghoon's belly, where there's already a mess of pre cum. Seriously, he loves how messy Ni-ki gets in sex.
—Come on, baby.—Sunghoon lets go of Ni-ki's hand only to grab the slim waist that looks much smaller under his hand, sometimes he thinks he could wrap it with just one hand because of how slender and small it is. His hand slides further up, to the nice bouncing nipples and tits. Sunghoon rubs his thumb over his right nipple, pinching and stretching it before kneading his pec. His other hand also moves faster over Ni-ki's soaking wet cock.—Come on, angel, I want to see you cum.
It seems that's all Ni-ki needed to hear, permission to cum, because as soon as Sunghoon lets out those magic words, Ni-ki releases a huge load on Sunghoon's hand, which only makes the older man keep pulling on his cock as if he's milking it. It feels that way because Ni-ki cums so hard it seems to go on forever, with strips reaching up to splash Sunghoon's chin. So intense that Ni-ki spasms and his teeth dig hard into the sleeve of his sweater, which is already completely drenched in drool.
The image is enough to make Sunghoon follow him into seconds, that and the delicious way Ni-ki's anal walls close around his cock, sucking his erection so richly that Sunghoon sees white dots behind his eyelids. He cums inside Ni-ki, his cum sounding like a dirty splash because he keeps fucking Ni-ki as he keeps shooting his load inside him, until gradually his movements of his hips become lazier and it's Ni-ki who falls exhausted on top of him with some force and hitting Sunghoon in the stomach with his elbow, but it's no deterrent for him to hold him in his arms.
They stay like that for a moment, waiting for the high and the lustful cloud to subside, and with Sunghoon brushing Ni-ki's tangled curls as he kisses him and whispers sweet words in the younger boy's ear.
—I'm sorry.—Sunghoon says suddenly and is hugging Ni-ki so tightly that the younger Ni-ki has no choice but to lie down on Sunghoon.—I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time, baby.—Ni-ki stirs in his chest in response.—From now on, I won't make you feel lonely again.—Sunghoon promises, rubbing circles on Ni-ki's lower back, something that numbs him a little.—If I'm ever a jerk again, be sure to tell me, angel. I don't want to give you a hard time again, okay?.—Ni-ki nods and hums an affirmative answer. He feels a little embarrassed because everything could have been fixed if he had told Sunghoon how he felt.
Sunghoon grabs him by the chin and makes Ni-ki look at him. He scans his boyfriend's face and then, whispers:
—I love you.
Ni-ki smiles shyly, his heart fluttering as if it's the first time he's heard those words. He will always feel excited to hear Sunghoon tell him "I love you" as if it's the first time.
—I love you too, hyung.—He replies.
Their mouths meet once more, a long, lazy kiss where they just enjoy each other's closeness and the love they convey.
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—Yeah, I don't think he's going to make it.—Jay sighs, looking at the watch on his wrist and the sunset in the sky. Jay grunts when the voicemail answers. This time, he decides to leave a message:—You son of a bitch, you could have called me, weren't you the one who asked me to come with you to get a gift for Ni-ki?
When he is answered five minutes later with a text message that says "sorry" Jay's eye twitches. He hopes something good has happened to keep him waiting two hours.