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Han Taesan wants attention.
He knows he’s making it obvious— in fact, he’s going out of his way to. He’s been staring at the side of Riwoo’s face for the better part of the last hour.
Riwoo is sitting at his computer, legs tucked up on his desk chair as he taps away at one of his games. Taesan’s been watching the screens light dance across his features from Riwoo’s bed, head draped off the side, so his view is mostly upside down. Even still, Riwoo is as beautiful as ever.
His hair and lashes cast shadows down his cheeks. Blue light from his screen illuminates the sharpest parts of his face— the tip of his nose, his cupid's bow, the corners of his eyes. Taesan has always liked him best like this, bare faced and blow dried hair, the fluffy strands made messier by his headphones. He’s focused on whatever game he’s playing (Taesan hasn’t even glanced at his screen long enough to figure it out) and he can tell when something goes well because Riwoo’s lips will curl up just a little.
Taesan is being patient. It’s hard, because in all honesty the thing he wants to do most right now is to climb on top of Riwoo until he’s the only thing he can see and therefore has to pay attention to him, but he’s trying his best. He knows Riwoo enjoys his gaming time, and that it’s how he unwinds, so he’s willing to wait.
Soon enough, his patience is rewarded. Riwoo slides the headphones off his head and hooks them on his monitor, pressing a button on the side until all of the lights shut off. Taesan is already smiling by the time Riwoo meets his eyes, and he snorts when he turns in his chair.
“Why are you upside down?” He asks, amused, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. It makes the hem of his shirt peak over his waistband and Taesan lets himself look as much as he wants at the sliver of skin it exposes.
“I was waiting,” Taesan answers matter of factly. He sits up too fast, all the blood rushing to his head so he immediately falls back against the mattress. Riwoo laughs at him, beautiful and melodic, and Taesan feels his cheeks grow warm with the sound of it.
He sits up again, slower this time, as Riwoo reaches out and plucks a piece of lint from his hair with an easy, soft smile on his face. It’s amazing how Riwoo looking at him like that makes Taesan feel like he’s weightless, unburdened. His chest flips and his limbs get all floaty and all he wants to do is bathe in his attention like he’s standing beneath a waterfall.
Riwoo pulls his hand away and Taesan chases it, fingers curling loose around his forearm, trying to pull him back closer. Riwoo’s smile grows, nose wrinkling at the bridge.
“I have a routine before bed, love. You know this,” He says, but he slips his hand into Taesan’s, thumb brushing tenderly across his knuckles. “You wanna come?”
It’s almost silly, really. They’re both introverts. They both like and need alone time. And yet for some reason, on nights like this, Taesan never feels quite close enough. He follows Riwoo into the bathroom and drapes over his shoulders while he brushes his teeth, chin tucked over his shoulder, catching his eyes in the mirror. He presses a few soft kisses to the side of Riwoo’s neck, just because he can/
Riwoo shrugs him off when he needs to rinse his mouth, but placates him with a quick kiss once all the toothpaste is down the drain. He sits himself on the counter while Riwoo does his usual skin care, all the things Taesan had already done by the time he slipped into the others room an hour or so prior. Still, he watches with hooded eyes, back against the mirror and one foot hooked around Riwoo’s calf, just to keep contact.
When he’s finished, and all of his products are set back into their respective places, he rests his hands on Taesan’s knees and kisses him again, just a peck on his nose, and he snorts when the younger closes his legs around his hips.
Taesan loops his arms around Riwoo’s shoulders and pulls him in closer, slotting their lips together. Riwoo laughs against his mouth but kisses him back still, slender fingers gently squeezing at his knees.
His teeth sink gently into Taesan’s bottom lip until he gasps, and then he pulls away. “We’re not making out in the bathroom, Taesan-ah. Let’s go to bed.”
Taesan huffs as he drops off the counter, “You’re no fun.”
Riwoo looks at him and reaches up to drag a hand slowly through Taesan’s messy hair. He leans into the touch and Riwoo smiles again, the fluorescent light catching on the pearly white of his teeth. “You’re cute,” Riwoo tells him, voice low as if he’s worried the words could scare Taesan away. “Like a big, sulky cat. C’mon, let’s lay down.”
“Not sulky,” Taesan grumbles, following Riwoo out of the bathroom once the lights are flicked off. He makes himself comfortable while Riwoo changes into his pajamas. He slides under the blanket and rubs his legs against the sheets, eyes already feeling a little heavier as Riwoo clicks off his lamp and bathes the room in darkness.
Riwoo settles in close, because he knows that the moment he does, Taesan is going to wrap his limbs around his body like tree roots.
Something that Taesan adores about Riwoo is that he takes everything in stride. He doesn’t question why sometimes Taesan needs to be alone to feel human and why sometimes he needs to glue himself to Riwoo’s side until it’s hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins.
He just accepts it, takes it for what it is. He let’s Taesan tangle their legs together and wrap an arm around his waist and bury his face in the warm curve where his throat meets his jaw. Riwoo’s arms loop loosely around his shoulders, fingers starting to gently run through the hair at the back of Taesan’s head.
“Kiss me,” Taesan mumbles against Riwoo’s skin, and he squeezes a little at where his hand is resting on the soft slope of his waist.
“You can barely stay awake, Taesan-ah. You were practically nodding off in the bathroom.”
Taesan frowns, pulling back just a bit. It’s too dark to see much, but he can still vaguely make out the depth of his facial features and the shine of his eyes. “I’m not even that sleepy..” He trails off, because it’s that moment that the universe pulls a practical joke on him and makes him need to yawn. “Dammit.”
This time, when Riwoo laughs, Taesan’s heart turns about a dozen more times than usual. Fondness makes itself known in the heat of his cheeks and the flutter in his stomach. “Shut up,” He mutters, far too tired to fight off the dopey smile he knows is forming on his face. “Just kiss me, hyung, c’mon.. I’m still awake and I waited for so long, I was patient—“
Taesan’s rambling gets cut off by Riwoo’s mouth on his. He makes a startled sound that melts into a pleased hum, guided a little closer by Riwoo’s hand cradled against his skull. It’s easy to fall into this kind of kiss, languid and sweeter than sugar. Riwoo tastes like mint and smells like jasmine from his moisturizer and his skin is warm. His fingers slip under Taesan’s shirt just to trace up and down his spine and then his thumb presses in slow circles over the parts of Taesan’s back that always hurt most, the low point just between his shoulder blades. It’s really nice. A little pocket of bliss in an otherwise stressful week. Exactly what he was waiting for.
He feels like putty, warm and malleable under Riwoo’s hands, and he can feel sleep trying to take hold of him. He’s fighting it, because Riwoo’s lips are soft and his tongue is warm and he makes pretty noises when Taesan tugs a little at his hair, but it’s a losing battle.
In fact, he can barely complain when Riwoo breaks the kiss, just a whine slipping past his parted lips.
“Go to sleep, Taesanie,” Riwoo chuckles, “We don’t have a schedule until evening tomorrow. We can kiss plenty more in the morning.”
Taesan yawns again, head falling against the pillows. Riwoo is still rubbing at his back so gently, and all the muscles in his body are so relax that he feel like he’s melting into the mattress. It’s delightful. He’ll be asleep in minutes.
“We better,” He mumbles, already drifting. “I’m holding you to that.”