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It was just a regular evening in the dorm. Taesan was out on a meseum date with Jaehyun and Riwoo and Woonhak were shut in their room, screaming at their online games. Alone in his room, Sungho spent a couple hours cooped up listening to Riwoo and Woonhak's yelling before finally leaving and knocking on the door to Leehan's room.
“Leehan-ah?” Sungho called from the other side of the door. He heard rustling, and then the patter of footsteps as a gentle voice responded to him.
“Coming, hyung.” Leehan opened the door and welcomed Sungho in, a warm smile on his face as he did so. “What's up?”
Shrugging, Sungho looked around. “Was bored-” He looked down at the floor of the room. “-and Riwoo and Woonhak's yelling at their stupid game was driving me insane.”
Leehan giggled. “That'll do it.”
“What are you doing?” Sungho pointed to a mess on the floor of Leehan's room. Various objects were scattered around the place, from notebooks and pens, to shoes and empty snack boxes.
“Ah-” An embarrassed laugh left Leehan's lips. “-just tidying up a bit, I guess. My closet is full of crap.” He pointed over to his closet which was, indeed, full of crap. Clothes were threatening to spill out the doors, and the floor of the closet was barely visible, every item imaginable littered across the surface.
“Dear god.” Sungho let out a shocked laugh. “How did it get so bad?”
Leehan shrugged. “I guess I was just too busy with schedules to care about it.” He said, laughing.
“Want me to help you out?” Sungho offered.
“Mmm, if you really want to, I guess. It won't be fun, though.” Warned Leehan. “I don't know what's in there.”
Sungho just laughed and took a seat on the floor, eager to get started. Leehan sat down next to him and started to throw things into piles.
“What the fuck is this?” Sungho exclaimed suddenly, holding up an item of clothing.
Leehan mumbled and looked over, his face flushing a deep red as he saw what was in Sungho's hands. A plaid, school-issued uniform skirt for girls. “Okay, I lost a bet with Jaehyun, I swear. He has one too!” Leehan argued, his hands flailing as he explained. “We had to take a mirror selfie together.”
Laughing, Sungho folded the skirt and placed it into a pile for clothing. He raised his hands in mock defence and looked at Leehan. “No judgment.” He giggled.
Rolling his eyes, Leehan threw a pen at the older boy, pelting Sungho right in the side.
“Yah! Stop that!” He groaned, rubbing at his side where the pen hit him.
Leehan stuck his tongue out at Sungho and continued working.
The floor was getting gradually cleaner, especially with two pairs of hands working together. Things were sorted into a few different piles, allowing some of the floor to be seen again.
Grabbing at another pen, Leehan tossed it over in Sungho's direction, hitting him on the arm this time. Whistling inconspicuously, Leehan looked around the room. “Where did that come from?” He said cheekily.
Scoffing playfully, Sungho scooted himself over closer to Sungho, squinting at the other boy. “I think it came from you.”
“How could you?” Leehan mock-gasped, holding a hand over his mouth for dramatic effect. “Me?” He said, offended.
“Just a wild guess.” Sungho shrugged and smirked. “Pretty sure I'm right, though. Just saying.”
“Ah, only ‘pretty sure’?” Leehan raised his eyebrows.
Correcting himself, Sungho rolled his eyes and smiled. “Okay, I'm very sure.” He made sure to emphasise the ‘very’ as he pointed at the younger boy.
Leehan couldn't keep his straight face anymore. Breaking out into a toothy smile, he laughed and nodded as his cheeks flushed a light pink while looking at the other boy.
“You know, I think you hurt me pretty badly with the first one-” Sungho groaned, rubbing at his side and shifting closer to Leehan. “-I think I need a little something to make me feel better.” He whined.
“Ahh, like what?” Leehan's voice softened along with his gaze as he saw Sungho inching closer. Knowing what Sungho answer was going to be, a pink blush dusted Leehan's cheeks in anticipation.
“You know what always makes me feel better, Leehanie-” Sungho said shyly, the corners of his lips turning up into a flirty smile.
The pink blush on Leehan's cheeks was a deep red now as Sungho looked into his eyes, his face slowly coming closer and his eyes shutting as his lips met Leehan's.
One. Two. Three. Several small, quick kisses were placed on Leehan's lips, Sungho pulling away after each one, until suddenly, Leehan found himself on his back with Sungho hovering over him, the older boy's thighs on either side of Leehan's waist. Their lips still connected, Sungho wrapped each of his hands around Leehan's wrists, pinning the smaller boy's arms above his head as he continued kissing him, head tilting more to the right to deepen the kiss. With their lips slotted together perfectly, Sungho couldn't resist the urge he had to nibble on Leehan's thick bottom lip.
Slightly surprised, Leehan accidentally let himself whimper into Sungho's mouth, the other boy swallowing his cry of pleasure hungrily.
Sungho broke the kiss finally to press his lips against the younger boy’s cheek, then his jaw, finally coming to stop at his neck where Sungho littered the sensitive area with kisses. Pulling back, he looked at Leehan for a few seconds, admiring the view of the pretty boy underneath him, his face flushed and lips parted, breathy moans escaping his glistening, red lips.
Smiling, Sungho dipped his head down and continued to kiss the other boy’s neck, sucking gently at the soft skin and delighting in Leehan's reaction as he squirmed under him and tilted his neck, allowing Sungho better access.
Giggling softly, Leehan's eyes fluttered open to look up at Sungho. “Hyung, it tickles.” He whined, pouting at Sungho.
Releasing his grip from Leehan's wrists, Sungho brought his hands down to cup the younger boy’s face, pinching at his cheeks. “Sorry-” He shrugged, swiping his thumbs over the apples of Leehan's cheeks. “-you're just too cute, I can't help myself.” He reasoned, his face lowering to press a kiss to the tip of Leehan's nose.
“I know, I know, my fatal flaw.” Leehan said dramatically.
Nodding his head in silent agreement, Sungho stood up, extending a hand towards Leehan to help him up as well. Knees slightly shaky, Sungho made his way over to Leehan's bed, flopping down on the mattress. Leehan followed, climbing on top of Sungho and resting his head on his chest, one of Sungho's hands coming up to be placed on the younger boy’s waist. Gliding his hand up and down Leehan's side slowly, Sungho heard a small yawn.
“If you keep doing that, hyung, I'm going to fall asleep-” Leehan warned, his eyelids feeling heavy as fatigue tinged his voice. “-still have work to do-” He sighed. “-clean-” His voice trailed off, one of his hands coming up to grab at the end of Sungho's shirt, balling the fabric in his fist gently.
“Shh, we'll do it tomorrow, okay?” Sungho's voice was low and soothing as he reached his other hand around to stroke Leehan's hair softly, the comforting sensation only amplifying the younger’s drowsiness.
Sungho felt a small nod against his chest and he closed his eyes as well, but not before pressing a kiss to the top of Leehan's head.
“Tomorrow-” Leehan mumbled sleepily.
Holding back a giggle, Sungho nodded and affirmed. “Tomorrow.”