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"I can't believe that you actually planned this whole thing without me suspecting anything."

Unimpressed, Seungcheol agreed easily, pulling Jeonghan by the hand. "Yes, surprising how I can do things."

"You know what I mean," Jeonghan waved him off, staring in awe at his surroundings.

It's not like he doesn't recognize the place, the thing is that he is honestly surprised by the fact that Seungcheol came up with such a romantic idea by himself without even spoiling a single detail.

Wow. 

Jeonghan was almost worried that he might be losing his touch.

Considering that he did have a baby to look after, he decided to brush the thought off. You try to keep up with a child who puts every single object she can reach into her mouth. His cellphone has been drooled on way too many times.

No wonder he did not have the time to guess whichever shenanigan Seungcheol was up to.

"I don't." Seungcheol jokes, nodding at the employee asking him permission to put their luggage away. It wasn't a big one, they'd only spend two nights there since free time was indeed a rare thing for them. He had organized it carefully, aware that Jeonghan was too clever for his own good and would definitely get suspicious if he ever found out or noticed some clothes were missing.

Thankfully, Nayun was a great distraction. She was also a great partner in crime by the way , helping daddy with the plan and all. How proud was he, already feeling a silly smile creep its way onto his face, quickly remembering that there actually are people around and he'd like to keep the whole bad boy vibe, thank you very much.

Now, let's go back to his plans and how it worked.

It was only a coincidence that Jeonghan’s parents had messaged him, asking about how they were holding up and whether they'd like to have Nayun babysat for some time. 

To be honest, he wasn't sure if they were ready to be separated from the baby... but a break wouldn't be terrible, you see. Also, it was New Year, which meant one whole year of Jeonghan and Seungcheol pestering each other. That certainly called for some kind of celebration.

"Coups..." Jeonghan whispered, lips trembling a tiny bit before turning into an almost invisible pout. Invisible for anyone else, but Seungcheol was an expert now and he certainly identified all the Jeonghan pouts. 

So he was that touched by his plan.

Perhaps Seungcheol should provide more surprises if it meant he'd find himself with two arms around his neck, warm mouth peppering kisses against his own.

"We are in public." Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, and yet, hugged him closer, laughing when Jeonghan shrugged and muttered something about 'everyone already knowing they fuck, anyway' . He wasn't exactly wrong, you know?

Sighing wistfully, Jeonghan stared into his eyes, head tilted just enough to make him look annoyingly angelic. How deceitful, Seungcheol thought, brushing a strand of hair that did not have any business with blocking the privileged view he had of Jeonghan’s irritating perfectly bright and adorable eyes.

"One year ago I wanted to break a champagne bottle on your head, now I want to be present at every single temper tantrum of yours. Who would've thought?" Jeonghan asked, placing one more kiss on the corner of Seungcheol’s lips. It tasted as sweet as the other ones against his mouth.

Raising one eyebrow, Seungcheol huffed. "I should be the one saying that. You are the tantrum person and I did say something about wishing to break a champagne bottle on your head."

"You what." Jeonghan blinked, looking absolutely confused, as if he had never tried to ruin Seungcheol's life before.

"I wanted to break a champagne bottle on your head." Seungcheol repeated, slowly this time just so there would be no doubt over his assassination plans.

"You wanted to murder me." Jeonghan concluded, still in disbelief. As if the right of wanting to kill someone only belonged to him. 

"In my defense you were a huge bitch." Seungcheol explained and Jeonghan nodded, obviously agreeing, but still in shock. 

"I still am. The fuck ? You actually wanted to kill me."

"You threatened to gut me like a fish, remember?” he asked, trying not to grin when Jeonghan looked a bit ashamed. 

Very much discontented, Jeonghan dropped the glare-war they had going on. "Fine. I guess we had our reasons."

"We did." Seungcheol completely agreed. "Now, let's get going, our room is waiting for us."

"Am I getting railed?" Jeonghan asked conversationally, intertwining their fingers together while walking to the elevator. 

"No, I'm tired and we have important things to do." Seungcheol replied, just as nonchalantly, glad when the elevator came to them, and empty. He tended to get a bit awkward inside elevators. Such a weird place, such a weird type of confinement. So many social pleasantries and rules. Jeonghan said he understood, but said he was never, ever, going to use the stairs unless some tragedy happened. 

"Okay. Lead the way, then." Jeonghan agreed, getting happily dragged away to the door of their hotel rooms. 

Turns out that face masks and carefully placing slices of cucumbers on their eyes was a very serious matter. 

And very much appreciated by his boyfriend, Seungcheol noted. Perhaps he appreciated this even more than the dicking down, he worried, quickly changing his train of thought after tapping a few selected memories in his brain. 

"You are a genius, a romantic freak, holy shit." Jeonghan exclaimed, talking as weirdly as anyone with face masks would. 

"Yes, I am," he nodded proudly, stiffly, of course. No one would nod freely with cucumbers on their eyes. It was worth it, however.

"Room 3309, where we had our first time. This is so cute, I can almost pretend it wasn't a drunk fuck, babycakes." Seungcheol nodded again before making a protest noise. 

"The hell is a babycakes, Jeonghan?" He simply couldn’t handle more nicknames, being real honest. This babycakes thing would ruin his baddie reputation, too. If he still had one. 

(Considering his twitter account, he’d guess that no.)

Completely ignoring his question, Jeonghan removed the cucumbers on their eyes, sitting comfortably on his thighs. "Let me paint your nails today? I wanna try something new. I think I have some nail polish with me” he said, reaching over the bedside table to get his bag. Seungcheol glanced at the view. 

A whole Jeonghan straddling him, gentle scent tickling his nose. 

Only blessings, he thought, hand kneading the thighs at his sides.  

“Ok, found it. It’s kinda like pale pink? Boring, but it’ll do."

"No boring colors today.” 

Jeonghan frowned at him, ready to complain at the denial. As if Seungcheol was going to deny him anything. “I don’t know how you guessed it, but I did plan something that involves nail polish, he said, pointing to a box sitting right on top of their study desk. 

Not that any study would be happening, but the desk was of very good quality, sturdy, Seungcheol noted. 

“No way…” Jeonghan gasped, glancing between him and the box multiple times. “I can’t believe this…” 

Seungcheol shrugged, smug. “Go on. Just say it. You know I deserve it.”

Eyes twinkling like a satellite monitoring everyone’s lives while pretending to be a star, Jeonghan grabbed the box and went back to his designated seat. "The best boyfriend ever. I can't believe you bought a fuckwad of nail polish for me to paint your nails with, Coups.” Leaning down, he kissed Seungcheol briefly, sputtering at the taste of face mask concoction that invaded his mouth. 

Seungcheol sputtered back at him, a little bit angry at the product for ruining his experience. Still, he had praises to gain, so he continued.  "And! I also bought tools for you to try some nail art."

"Shut up, you are the fucking best." Jeonghan replied in disbelief, amazed at the ideas his boyfriend came up with. He mentioned being interested in nail art once . God, that was so hot . 

"I'm gonna do one on you too, okay?" Seungcheol asked, sitting properly on the bed now, trying not to push Jeonghan off his thighs. He looked so comfortable there. How adorable . To think that one year ago he wanted to commit murder against this magnificent, wonderful, beautiful, handsome, terrible,

"You bought stickers!” Jeonghan exclaimed, almost squealing, showing his real excitement. Seungcheol would appreciate it if he stopped wriggling around, though. “Even though I won't need them because I will absolutely draw everything, I very much love them."

"You are welcome. Now, come on. We have a schedule to follow: face masks, night routine, nails, eating and then watching TV until we pass out." Seungcheol listed, dedicated to following their strict schedule today. They had little time and too many things to do, after all. 

"And complaining about missing our daughter,” Jeonghan intelligently added, as always because his mind was truly God’s gift or created by some super smart deity that gave him huge intelligent powers and resilient hair, that survived even the most harsh adversities like bleach and scissors. 

Back to the daughter subject, though. "That too. I miss our daughter." Seungcheol pouted, only because it was in front of Jeonghan so he could act spoiled and whiny. 

Cooing, Jeonghan placed multiple pecks against his lips again, persevering even though he could still taste the face mask product. See? Acting cute always paid off. 

"I miss her too,” he sighed, sorting through the box filled with nail polish. “Thank God she isn't here though, can you imagine the nightmare if she decided that nail polish makes a good pacifier?"

Seungcheol shuddered, eyes softening at the thought of fighting the two months old baby to get the bottle back. "She is such a little terror. Reminds me of you."

"She is very much a copy of you, but fine.” Jeonghan made a face, playful scowl slowly melting into a fond smile. 

Absolutely breathtaking, Seungcheol would reply, if anyone ever asked how it felt like being subjected to this. 

"Can we FaceTime her? I miss the baby."

Taking a look at the time, Jeonghan shook his head. "Definitely nope, she is asleep. Now hush, I want you to draw a cherry on my nail." Seungcheol isn’t sure he can do that, but fine. He should try and he should perfect it or else Jeonghan would whine and talk about how Seungcheol was terrible at nail art for the rest of his life. It would be a living nightmare. 

"I can certainly do that, sir,” he replied, obediently taking the tools Jeonghan passed to him while babbling about how adorable the stickers were.

“Have you chosen which color is going on mine, though?” Seungcheol remembered, telling Jeonghan to sit in front of him, so he could paint his nails properly. Jeonghan frowned a bit but complied. Putting a pillow down between them, Seungcheol put Jeonghan’s hands on top of it, trying to figure out how he’d paint his boyfriend’s nail. 

“Yes, I have. It’s going to be an experience. Stunning, completely beautiful.” Jeonghan replied passionately, watching as Seungcheol tried to file his nail. Not bad, not bad.

Seungcheol suddenly feared for his life, even though nail polish was not a weapon.Who knows what can be a weapon in Yoon Jeonghan’s hands? He fondly remembers the day his boyfriend slapped him with lettuce. 

“Can you please tell me what you’re gonna do to me?” Seungcheol begged pitifully, blowing on the now perfect nail. Yes, he did a great job thanks to Hansol, who had a phase of wanting to get his nails done every single week. Of course he was the one who had to learn how to do it.

“Just trust me, okay? It’s going to be hot.” 

“Jeonghan, just say you’re painting my nails black and go.”

“How did you know?!” he gasped, clearly upset at having his plan blown. 

“You’re such a basic bitch,” Seungcheol replied simply, shrieking when Jeonghan jumped on him, fingers pinching at his sides. 

“If black nails are basic then why didn’t you do it before, huh? You’re the basic bitch! Basic bitch, me?” Jeonghan threatened him with a nail brush, laughing when Seungcheol ripped his own mask off and made the move to shove it inside his mouth. 

“Keep on talking and you’ll get a taste of this first hand!”

“So many things to put in my mouth and you-” Jeonghan got brutally interrupted, but didn’t complain, only settling down enough to spread the leftover product on his boyfriend’s face. Seungcheol made a pained face. They had a plan to follow.  

“Stop it now! We are painting nails and eating and then passing out while watching TV!” 

“Then explain this hard-on right here,” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow smugly, grinding down once. 

Seungcheol  had enough and decided that for the plan, drastic measures had to be taken. 

So he shoved Jeonghan off the bed altogether. 

Closing his eyes, Seungcheol breathed deeply, trying to concentrate on something else other than his absolutely furious, slightly horny, yelling boyfriend.

“Look,” he explained. “A man has his weaknesses.”

With nails painted black (Seungcheol) and two (2) cherries on Jeonghan’s thumbs, they decided that morning would be spent at the hotel. It was a pretty big place and the food was honestly good as hell. Since they woke up late, they simply decided on staying in, eating some snacks and facetiming their precious, cute, smart, tiny, chubby, insert a thousand compliments, daughter. 

She was two months old and a genius, making little noises every time she heard their voices, clearly recognizing the ones who gave her the gift of life (pretty big thing, he thinks!) and bought her baby formula and diapers and cute little outfits. 

If that isn’t love then what is it, huh?

What matters is that after that call his day just kept getting better. Even after Jeonghan decided that shower sex would be hot which ended up with them almost breaking their backs and no sex at all. From now on only steady surfaces. 

Like the study desk, Seungcheol thought, humming to himself in contemplation.

After having lunch, it was time to head off to the beach they didn’t get to see last time. It was perfect: nice view, no people, warm water. 

Warm water was very important. No one wants cold cat!Jeonghan shivering around. It’s a pitiful sight. Beautiful, but pitiful, not to mention the whole grumpiness that would derive from it.

"Come on!" Seungcheol called Jeonghan, already jumping into the water. It looked clear and it felt welcoming as well, temperature perfect for cooling off the slightly too warm day.

"Wait, I'm taking off my shoes,” Jeonghan yelled back, untying his shoelaces and properly removing his socks. Seungcheol scoffed at it. Looking good even while doing such a mundane thing. God really had favorites. 

Running (he refused to say waddling even though it probably was that) back to the shallow side, Seungcheol suddenly hugged his boyfriend, holding tight as Jeonghan wriggled around and tried to escape from the wet clutches of Seungcheol. He simply ignored it, rubbing his wet hair into the man’s neck. 

Looking down, he frowned a bit at the offending object separating them. "What's with the shirt?" he asked, carrying (more like dragging, his boyfriend would say) Jeonghan into the sea with him. 

"I have no confidence to take it off, unfortunately," Jeonghan scoffed, yelping when the water came in contact with his thighs.

“Not everyone has the muscles you have, S.Coups,” he teased, kneading the arms around him. Seungcheol frowned at him. "I like your body very much, it’s a masterpiece, I think." 

"I want to swim around,” Jeonghan complained, trying to change the topic, cheeks already flushed, watching as Seungcheol buried his face into his neck. “Clingy little shit,” he murmured softly, caressing the black strands of hair. 

"No, you don't."

"I actually do."

"Ok, then. I can help you with that."

"Great, now-" he rolled his eyes as Seungcheol carried him, one arm under his legs while the other supported his back. "I can't swim with you carrying me like a virgin newlywed."

"Yes, yes, because you are neither." 

Opening his mouth to protest at the sassy tone, Jeonghan suddenly felt as if something was off. 

The wicked energy coming from his boyfriend was emanating in waves, and perhaps he should wrap his arms around Seungcheol like a Virgin Newlywed walking into their honeymoon chamber, just to make sure he wasn't going to be thrown-

"You evil fuck, you-" Jeonghan screeched, barely having time to finish his intelligent rambling. His body just flew like a sack of potatoes, quickly losing altitude and falling into the water, mentally praising the man for the sneaky move.

Incredibly clever of him, he had to admit.

Like a drenched cat, angry and dissatisfied by such behavior, Jeonghan tried to wipe his face. After finally being able to open his eyes, Jeonghan pushed some water right onto Seungcheol’s face, pleased at how the man sputtered, complaining about how some algae almost got into his eye. 

“It’s what you deserve,” he states, scampering away when Seungcheol glared at him, reaching two hands out. "No, no, nonono-" Jeonghan giggled hysterically, trying to push Seungcheol away. The man simple held him by the armpits like a child, obviously trying to throw-

Shaking his head frantically, Jeonghan threatened. "Don't you dare! Don't throw me again, Choi- " with an ear-splitting yell, Jeonghan was flung away one more time, only hearing the muffled sound of laughter from Seungcheol. 

Coming up for air, Jeonghan frowned, feeling the way his bangs stuck to his face. "Hey! You asshole! I probably look like a drenched racoon now, thanks to you!"

Seungcheol tapped a finger on his chin, pretending to use his five (5) brain cells. Or so Jeonghan said. "That's the most handsome drenched raccoon I've ever seen,” he concluded, nodding proudly to himself. 

"Don't come near me!" Jeonghan tried to run away, laughing, on the verge of desperation, when two arms wrapped around him from the back. "Yes, I don't want your hugs, get off - No, I won't forgive you - get off!"

"Forgive me, nonono, don't turn me away, Hani. Come here, no no, don't pout like that, it makes you look like an angry drenched raccoon-" Seungcheol begged, going as far as making kissy faces and exaggerated sounds to coax him. Jeonghan let out an indignant huff at the raccoon part. “That isn’t a fucking compliment, you shit!” 

Seungcheol cackled even louder, placing little kisses on Jeonghan’s right and left temple, making sure to leave one at the tip of his nose. He wrinkled it in distaste, just to make a scene. "I'm joking, I'm joking! You look good, almost as handsome as me." Jeonghan scoffed.

"Come here, hm? I'll apologize, baby, sweetcakes, munchkin, pumpkin soup, rabbit prince, bunny daddy, love of my life-" all the disgusting, nauseating nicknames they’d never use except for one. 

And at that, he froze. 

Pushing him away, Jeonghan stares at Seungcheol in wonder. Almost as if he's a mirage.The older man tilts his head in confusion. Jeonghan wants to kiss-punch that face. 

"What did you say?" Jeonghan questioned, brushing Seungcheol’s bangs away from his forehead. It made his eyes look even bigger and shiny, all of it focused on him. 

"Rabbit prince, bunny daddy, pumpkin soup -" he listed, concentrating just so he wouldn’t miss any of it. Jeonghan let out an exasperated puff of air. "No, the last one! "

"Oh," Seungcheol says knowingly. "Love of my life?"

"Am I, really?" he whispered, feeling a tad too vulnerable. 

In response to that, Seungcheol sighed, a smile slowly growing on his lips. He couldn't process the view of such an unguarded Jeonghan, giving a look full of such adoration that he'd never expect to receive from anyone, much less from the man in front of him.

"How can you ask me that? Don't I prove it to you every single day, love ?"

"Grnmmh," Jeonghan scrambles, cheeks flushing so brightly that Seungcheol chuckles at the sight. 

Defiant, he glares back, crossing his arms defensively. The long sleeved shirt he is wearing is soaked, of course, and it bunches up slightly at the movement. It's white color, surprisingly enough, has not turned into an almost transparent fabric. Still, it clings onto him like a second skin, and while Seungcheol does feel like it makes his insides churn with want, he also can't help but think about how adorable he looks.

"You do, I suppose," he wrinkled his nose, trying to bite back a smile.

Not being the one with great impulse control, Seungcheol reaches out to touch the sliver of skin exposed. It's soft and has a few, tiny scars on it. He likes it so much that he rests his whole hand across it, just staying there.

"Don’t even think about it." Jeonghan sighs tiredly, heart clenching a little bit after thinking of their daughter. It hasn't even been 24 hours but he already misses her way too much.

"You want another one?" Seungcheol wriggles his eyebrows mischievously, spluttering when his boyfriend throws salt water at his face.

Whining, Seungcheol complains and rubs his eyes, expressing his distaste.

Jeonghan simply throws himself at him, wrapping both legs and arms around Seungcheol while burying his head into the crook of his neck. Because they are inside the water, he probably weighs close to nothing to the man, so he supposes it is fine.

He feels Seungcheol's hug and wet hair against his shoulder, rubbing his cheek on him like the baby he is. 

A baby who can carry a whole grown man inside and outside the water. 

Still.

"And you are it too." Jeonghan muttered. His cheeks felt like they were about to burn. 

Thankfully, he is well-hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. Which also smells so good, he thinks, drifting off a little bit. 

"Huh? Didn't catch that." Seungcheol mumbled, swaying them around softly, just like the small waves around the pair.

Jeonghan yawned. Very comfortable. "You are the love of my life too."

"I know that," Seungcheol replies, not a hint of joke in his voice. It's serious, Seungcheol does know that and he is glad.

"Since when?" he asks, feeling kinda drowsy and maybe a bit sleepy. 

"Remember when baby bunny was born?" he asks, ignoring how Jeonghan clicked his tongue at the nickname. They still had disagreements over that, so what? No couple was perfect.

"Of course I do," Jeonghan replied, leaving a kiss on Seungcheol's jaw before lovingly nipping at the skin. "I was so out of it. Bitchy as fuck, too."

"Yeah, it was great," the older man sighed wistfully, earning a worried stare from his boyfriend.

"You're such a weirdo," Jeonghan muttered, going back to his rightful place. 

And that was Seungcheol's neck, of course, the place where he could feel the most of his scent and where he could press tiny, little kisses all over the soft skin. While doing so he also wondered about how in the fucking world he managed to find a man who apparently truly loves his impatience and fussy moods more than anything else.

Huffing, Seungcheol pinched his right thigh, not minding one bit Jeonghan’s protest at that. 

"As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me," he said, way too sassy for Jeonghan to fully process the fact that he had created a monster, apparently. "When you were in the operating room and I was crying like the world was ending,"

"Wait," Jeonghan looked up. He what? "You cried that much? I thought you only teared up?"

"No?" Seungcheol replied, as if it was obvious. "I cried so much I had the hiccups for two hours, but okay."

"Anyway, that's not the point," he changed the topic quickly, cheeks tinged with a hint of red. Jeonghan wanted to kiss them desperately. "You yelled something like 'the fucking dimples, Seungcheol!' and started crying too, staring at me and our baby like we invented the light bulb, or something."

"Thomas Edison isn't shit and we both know that!" Jeonghan defended himself, hiding in the crook of his boyfriend's neck again. Seungcheol cooed, nodding in agreement. They had a discussion about that and some points were made.

"And, yeah. It was at that moment I realized I'm really special to you, I guess." Seungcheol finished with a sheepish tilt of the head.

"You guess? You guess?" Jeonghan asked, stupefied. "I love you too fucking much, seriously. God, I am so embarrassingly mushy, it's pathetic. No one's gonna respect me when they finally realize how I act around you off camera, shit."

"You can act worse in public, if you want to,” Seungcheol proposed, interested. 

Eyes glinting with mischief, Jeonghan winked at him. "How much worse?"

"Very badly," he said, eyes shifting between the eyes staring into his and lips that were busy bruising his neck a few seconds ago.

"Where are you looking at? Distracted by something?" Jeonghan asked, purposefully licking his lips a few times. 

"No.” Seungcheol replied easily, trying his best. Jeonghan knew him better, though.

"Are you sure?" Jeonghan asked, trying to sound absent-minded as he went back to kissing Seungcheol's jaw, neck, corner of his mouth everywhere he could reach, only drawing back when the man tried to properly kiss him. "What? Why?"

Dazed, Seungcheol leaned into his direction once again, only to be teasingly avoided.

Displeased, he frowned at Jeonghan, making a noise that would certainly result in a string of whiny complaints. Jeonghan took pity on him, closing the distance between them. He actually planned on this being a sweet, chaste kiss, but Seungcheol seemed to think otherwise, hot mouth sucking onto his bottom lip right after the first touch of lips. 

Jeonghan wasn’t a simple man, you see. 

But for this, well. He could be as easy as a pie, he decided, melting into Seungcheol’s arms, satisfied at being kissed breathless by him. It is going to be a brief kiss, though, they were still in public, he thought. 

They lived together, it wasn’t like they were ever deprived from each other. 

Still, he couldn’t get enough. 

The way Seungcheol’s tongue slid against his own, how his lips felt pressed onto him, soft but demanding. Jeonghan wrapped himself even tighter around Seungcheol, gasping out in relief when the man’s half-hard cock came into contact with his covered crotch. Even though the fabric separated them, it still felt heavenly, mouth falling slack as he grinded down a few more times.   

"Wait, wait, wait," Seungcheol moaned, muffled thanks to their kiss. They were in a fairly desert area, but it was still in public. "We gotta stop."

"Yeah, yeah," Jeonghan agreed breathlessly, nodding even as his eyes darkened with desire at the sight of Seungcheol's bitten lips, reddened because of him. "Just one more won't harm anyone, right? Like, pfft, it's what? One kiss. We're not teenagers anymore, we have self control."

Seungcheol agreed, nodding. "Right. You're absolutely right. And the view is so pretty too, so. Yeah, just one innocent kiss won't be too much. It 's romantic." Jeonghan couldn’t comply enough. 

“You’re so smart, so good,” Jeonghan whispered, sucking on Seungcheol’s bottom lip, nipping at it. Am I, Seungcheol asked back, and he nodded, mouthing praises into the man’s neck, nosing the skin there, feeling a bit drunk on the smell, on the feel. 

Perhaps he was a bit careless, but it wasn’t his fault. His teeth simply ended up biting a few places here and there, mouth wrapping around a patch of skin and sucking it, breathing heavily as Seungcheol’s hands explored his back, hips moving so nicely against his own. 

Coming to his senses, Jeonghan let himself be kissed once again before putting a bit of distance between them. "Fuck, we said one kiss ...What is your hand doing there squeezing my ass?"

"I'm not squeezing, I'm supporting your weight." Seungcheol breathed against his mouth, fingers digging into Jeonghan’s skin unashamedly.

"Oh," Jeonghan bit his lower lip. Eyes fluttering shut, he nodded again. 

It made sense, in a certain way. 

Even if the tongue tasting the sea-salty skin of his collarbone seemed a bit suspicious. "You're right. Absolutely right - oh my god."

Now, he knew they were both hard but accidentally grinding against his boyfriend's hard cock was something entirely different. 

Accidentally, Jeonghan says because the waves were responsible for that one, he swears.

Like a starving man, Seungcheol's mouth teased and sucked on the exposed skin, swiftly opening the buttons hiding even more of the tempting flesh. He knew, he knew they were supposed to stop at the kisses and they will certainly do that, but Seungcheol cannot be the one to blame for licking over one tight nub and latching onto it, not when Jeonghan sighed in response with such pleasure, chest arching into his mouth.

And when they finally come back to their senses, Jeonghan has his shorts held by only one leg, and a dick inside him in the middle of the fucking sea. 

"If I end up on the fucking news for public indecency I swear to god-" he moaned, head dropping on Seungcheol’s shoulder, whimpering when Seungcheol went in deeper, pushing him down at the same time. 

"You should worry more about not letting your pants stray away," Seungcheol replied, gasping against his boyfriend's mouth. Jeonghan’s fingers dug into his back, squeezing around him while whining against his ear. 

Any possible response Jeonghan had planned melted like ice cream under the summer heat.  There was absolutely no way Jeonghan would focus on anything apart from the way Seungcheol moved against him, always giving just what he needed. 

"Oh, shit, shit," he moaned, resting his head on Seungcheol’s shoulder again. It was shameful how he tried not to cry out, probably already looking like a fucking mess. “Like that, ah, ah, oh my god” Jeonghan cried out, earning a shush from his boyfriend. 

"You're gonna let me do all the work here? And keep the noise down, do you want someone to see us like this?" Seungcheol chuckled, failing to hide the shaky edge in his voice. Jeonghan’s stomach quivered, throwing his head back at the words. 

Seungcheol’s smile dropped instantly, cursing into the rough kiss he pulled Jeonghan into. “You want to be seen like this? Getting fucked by me?” 

“Fuck no,” Jeonghan lied. Like a liar. 

Seungcheol wasn’t one to miss the subtle interest in Jeonghan’s voice, only sucks onto the skin of the man’s neck, tongue sweeping across the place with satisfaction as he tastes the sea and feels the vibrations of a whimper against his lips. “Shh, it’s fine.You can be the biggest whore between us.” He cooes mockingly, shivering when Jeonghan’s hand grips his hair, the other one digging into his back. “I don’t like sharing, though?” 

Jeonghan pulls back, glaring at him. “I don’t like it either. No one’s gonna see you like this, the fuck?” 

Seungcheol doesn’t reply, stares into his eyes and shamelessly grabs his ass, fucking him over and over, watching as Jeonghan’s cheeks slowly turn into a reddish color, both from the heat between them and from the sun. It’s almost cute how pliant he is right now, legs and arms around Seungcheol, eyes hooded and lips bitten in an unsuccessful attempt of making no noises. 

It’s not like Seungcheol is quiet either, he has never been. It’s a public space and maybe they shouldn’t be fucking at the moment, but! No one else is around them, it’s a pretty private beach and it simply happened, alright? Between having a daughter to watch over, an idol career and ads shooting, they are pretty much left with no time to touch each other. 

He holds Jeonghan tighter, almost smiling when Jeonghan simply leans into him, face against his neck. Seungcheol can feel the little puffs of breath hitting his skin, soft moans muttered into his skin, and he’s a simple man, you see . 

He wants more and he wants it now, so that’s what he gets.

“Okay, now you fuck yourself on my dick because we’re not gonna make love right now, we have no time for it. So, go ahead and do your share.” Jeonghan pulled back again, eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise. Seungcheol would laugh if his dick wasn’t currently begging for more action and, preferably, a quick relief. 

Jeonghan splutters. No words come out of his mouth. His whole face and neck are now brightly flushed. “You. You! God, you’re awful ” he complains, words coming out in a loud moan when Seungcheol holds his waist tighter, pushing his hips down forcefully, and honestly, Jeonghan forgets what he was supposed to say, grinding back again because it’s good, so good, it’s just right there-

Seungcheol teases him, only slightly brushing against that spot again, and he’s frustrated, on the verge of angry. So he clenches down on his cock, throws his head back, puts on a performance, puts his hands on Seungcheol’s shoulder for leverage as he skins a few more inches slowly before fucking himself on his boyfriend’s dick. Because if Seungcheol wants to act like a fucking dildo then why not. That lazy fuck. 

“Yeah, yeah, like that,” Seungcheol encourages breathlessly, blinking at the sight of a wet, sunkissed Jeonghan all for him. “God, dear fucking, oh my god, you,” he gasps, watching as Jeonghan’s shirt clings to his form, and he can’t help it, Seungcheol has to kiss him. It’s sloppy, messy and his boyfriend is whining again, like he always does when he wants to come. 

“Touch me, fucking touch me , please, oh shit, please” Jeonghan pleads and, again, Seungcheol is a goddamn simple man, so that’s exactly what he does. Jeonghan didn’t say where, so he allows himself to touch everywhere. 

Seungcheol kisses all the places he can reach, and he should’ve been careful, he knows it, but he simply forgets that. He really shouldn’t bite his neck or chest, shouldn’t place hickeys all over Jeonghan’s shoulders, but he does it. 

And to be very honest, Jeonghan seems to like it by the way he outright moans, keens, squeezes his eyes shut as Seungcheol touches his cock, teases the head of it and strokes him firmly. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop bouncing on his dick, because he’s embarrassingly close, on the verge of coming too. 

Jeonghan’s whole body shakes once, twice, and Seungcheol can feel it coming, but Jeonghan holds himself back for a second, eyes wide and frantic. “Coups, I swear to god, pull it out. If you don’t, I’m going to murder you,” he threatens with no bite, sucking on his own bottom lip.

He nods obediently because he only wants Jeonghan to push down on his dick again, wants to feel him squeeze around him, and he’s so close, so close , and Jeonghan looks too fucking handsome for his own good and it’s suddenly too much for him. Seungcheol can see the way Jeonghan’s stomach quivers, the way he shudders before he starts mumbling Seungcheol’s name and chasing his own pleasure with the quick canting of his hips. 

And when Jeonghan says you’re good, fuck, so big, i love you inside me, i could do this for days he shivers, gasping a sucked out breath when Jeonghan clenches around him and comes in his fist. Seungcheol gasps and moans Jeonghan’s name, too, forcefully pushing himself into his boyfriend once before he starts coming, feeling it all over his body. 

Jeonghan, who is so confusing to him, begs Seungcheol to cum inside him, to fuck it into him, but he doesn’t do it. He doesn’t do it because Jeonghan does not really want to deal with the possible outcome of it at the moment, so Seungcheol pulls out and tells him to shut his fucking mouth for god’s sake, closing his eyes and hoping a wave won’t suddenly come up because he can’t trust his legs at the moment. If the wave did come they’d both end up naked in the sand, water in their lungs, dead after a great round of sex.

 Not a terrible end, he thinks. 

However, he has a daughter and eleven kids to raise. Lead, he corrects himself, refusing to be a dad of eleven rowdy men. 

Seungcheol is so out of it that he only realizes Jeonghan is kissing his cheeks and mouth after a particularly nasty bite on his upper lip. He winces, laughing when Jeonghan has the decency to look a bit worried. Only to go back to the tiny bites, nipping at his bottom lip three times, now. 

“I love you.” Seungcheol blurts out, butterflies spreading all over his belly when Jeonghan simply nods and says it back, still busy with peppering kisses against his mouth.

“I love you so much, god.” He repeated it, sounding astounded, as if he’s only come to realize the extent of it now. Which sounds about right. Seungcheol feels like a drowning man, lost in the wide sea of his own feelings. 

Jeonghan looked at him with concern, wondering if maybe the heat got the best of his boyfriend. 

“I love you too, what’s up with you? Suddenly?” Jeonghan laughed, heart speeding up with the way Seungcheol looked at him. Those eyes were so good at turning him into a reckless person, the act he put up for the public turning into reality each time he had Seungcheol in his arms, next to him, or simply staring at him.

“I love you so much that every time someone tells us to get married I actually want to do it. I. I have never- I have never wanted to marry anyone, but, god . Every time I look at you I want it.” Seungcheol was rambling and Jeonghan felt as if his heart stopped for a few seconds, only to speed up worryingly. 

“Cheol…” he tried to come up with something, only to fail at it. 

Seungcheol goes on, “I love you, I am so in love with you. Shit, what have you done to me ? I actually want to marry you? I want the mushy things, I want to show you off, too. I want people to look at our family and get jealous, I want to brag about us.”

“Baby, wait.” Jeonghan tries again, carefully, hand going up to cradle Seungcheol’s face. 

“I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry. Just had a moment here.” Seungcheol says sheepishly, looking a tad embarrassed. Jeonghan doesn’t like that look on him. Still, he isn’t sure of how to proceed. “Did I freak you out?”

So, he tries to joke. 

Perhaps it isn’t a wise idea, but he was a bit desperate. This could go awfully wrong in a matter of seconds.“Was this your dick talking? Because that was a big orgasm right there. Like, wouldn't judge you if it is.” Jeonghan laughed nervously, smile dying on his lips when Seungcheol gives him a hurt look. 

“You think I’d ask someone to marry me just because of an orgasm? Seriously?”

Jeonghan is honestly confused. He was proposed to? But they always talked about marriage wasn’t a dream of theirs, wasn’t something they needed?

“Why are you getting mad? It’s a serious question. You just dropped this out of thin air, we always talked about not getting married and now you want it?”

“Ok, get off.” Seungcheol said with finality. Jeonghan’s eyes widened, fear slowly taking over his body. He was completely lost, what in the world was he supposed to do? Was his boyfriend getting mad at him after such a nice moment between them? What was he even saying?

“No, I’m not getting off. Actually, we already did.” Jeonghan almost slaps himself on the face. It’s not the time to joke, he knows it, but how is he supposed to respond?

Seungcheol confirms what his brain cells have been trying to express.  “Not the time for jokes, I’m serious. Get off.” He actually waits for a bit, clearly not wanting to push Jeonghan away. 

“Are you really fighting me after technically proposing?” Jeonghan asked in shocked disbelief. What in the world had just happened? he asks himself, wondering if this is a bad prank.

“It wasn’t a proposal, it’s my dick talking,” Seungcheol answered bitterly, earning a flinch from Jeonghan. Things were not going well. He watched, mouth open in disbelief, as Seungcheol quickly adjusted his swimming trunks and got out of the water.

“Seungcheol! Really? Leaving your boyfriend naked and alone in the middle of the fucking sea?! ”

“You can dress yourself just fine. Stop being dramatic.” With a huff, Seungcheol sat down, shaking his head and splashing water everywhere. Of course he’d act like a mad puppy, Jeonghan thought. 

Dressing himself quickly, Jeonghan followed his boyfriend, sitting down on the sand right next to him. His cheeks were slightly pink from the sun, and his hair was wet, sticking in different directions. Jeonghan wanted to squeeze his cheeks, but his heart was beating too damn fast, his hands were trembling too much.

“Cheol, it’s not fair. You can’t get mad at me for asking something important. It wasn’t even a proposal, you just said you want to get married and I want to know why.”

“Isn’t being in love with you and living together while having a daughter reason enough? Or do you want me to build our graves together already?” Seungcheol asked sarcastically.

“Would you do that for me? How romantic!” Jeonghan replied lightheartedly, his laugh sounded shaky. 

“Don’t joke right now. Fucking stop it.” Seungcheol stared at him, serious as never before.“I’m not joking with you and it wasn’t my dick talking. I have never, ever, promised you anything after sex just because of it. I never asked you anything just because I was high from it.”

Jeonghan was aware of that, of course he was, but. “I know that, I-”

“Listen,” Seungcheol interrupted, brushing a wild strand of Jeonghan’s hair away. 

Pushing it behind his ear with all the care of the world, he simply did it. He was still upset, apparently, but the caring act still came so naturally. 

“I want to marry you because I want to. I want to see your smile when we do it, I also want to feel the joy of having everyone refer to me as your husband, you as my husband. I don’t know how to explain it, there is no big explanation. It feels right to me, right now. It’s not because we live together, not even because of Nayun. It's not that. I want to say we are married. And, and I - I want to have that memory of marrying you, the whole ceremony.” 

“I’d like that,” he finally said, a bittersweet smile on his lips. Jeonghan hated it, he wanted to wipe it off with his own mouth.

With a sigh, Jeonghan shook his head, trying to snap out of it. “Okay, I’m sorry. I did freak out.” Jeonghan admitted, reaching out to hold Seungcheol’s hands. Jeonghan touched each one, playing with the fingers that have left marks on him no one ever had.

“How do I say this?” Jeonghan mumbled to himself. 

He had so many things to say but none seemed to want to come out now. He wasn’t one to be at a loss of words, he was ready for everything. 

Or so it seemed. 

“Just say no,” the man said, simply as that.

“It’ll be fine.” Seungcheol had the words. Whatever he lacked, Seungcheol had it. 

“We’ll be fine no matter what you say right now.”

This. 

Now this was worse than any fight they could ever have. 

“I’m sorry.” Jeonghan exhaled, and the fear that was slowly spreading throughout his body decided to let it lose, quickly taking the reins and making a jumble out of his words. “I’m so sorry. I’m still scared, I don’t. I- ” he tried, almost frantic, not sure of what he’s supposed to say. 

Jeonghan felt his eyes watering and he cursed, breath hard and shallow. “I love you too. I do, I have never loved someone as much as I love you,” he explained, frenzied in a way he has never been before, “but I can’t decide like this.” 

“Stop crying. Are you trying to break my heart?” Seungcheol’s tone of voice was jokingly exasperated, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. 

The sun was setting, but the wind was supposed to be warm. This was a warm place, but why did it feel so cold? Was he shivering? Jeonghan suddenly hated it all, the tears, his incapacity to simply go along with things. “Did I?” Jeonghan asked, well aware that his crying only got worse. No amount of coaxing would stop it. 

“What’s with the silly questions?” Seungcheol questioned softly, pressing a kiss against the wet cheek. Wiping the stray tears, he kissed each place with care. 

“You still haven't replied.”

“I’ve said too much already,” Seungcheol laughed, self-deprecatingly, as if he fucked up and Jeonghan couldn’t have that. 

Like a punch. 

These words felt like a punch, right into his chest, where it aches the most. 

“No, no, no, please.” he pleaded, holding Seungcheol’s hands with care, as if he could break at any moment. “Please don’t say this. I love you, I do. I love you more than you will ever know, I just can’t. I am scared. I need us to talk because-”

Seungcheol interrupted him, letting out a defeated chuckle. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for dropping this one on you. It wasn’t right. Let’s forget this, I won’t bring it up again. Please don’t cry.” At the desperate plea, Jeonghan looked up, only to look into puffy, reddish eyes, pink cheeks as wet with tears as his own. 

“Shut up!” he yelled, getting mad. “No! You have to talk to me. We are doing this together and we will talk, no matter what. I’m going to tell you why I think it’s not a good idea to do it now and you will understand that it has nothing to do with me rejecting you, because I wouldn’t.”

“Now you’re the one upset with me?” Seungcheol asked, mouth open in surprise. Jeonghan almost laughed at it. They were such a ridiculous couple. 

He nodded, crossing his arms defiantly. “I am mad because we are acting like this will ruin our relationship and I’m not having it. We got over knives, champagne bottles, wrong hotel rooms, I’m not losing you because of a marriage.”

Seungcheol frowned at the intonation.“Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing? Do you hate the thought of marrying someone that much?”

“No, I don’t. It’s-” Jeonghan sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t understand. I just think that it’s nothing compared to us choosing to be with each other because we want to. This is not a step further for me, it doesn't feel like that, okay? This is already great, we are committed to this already, no piece of paper, no party is bigger than this!”

Obviously frustrated, Seungcheol frowned. “I understand that. But what can I do? I want it too. I want the piece of paper and even the fucking party !” he said, exasperated. 

Jeonghan couldn’t understand the point of it, however. 

It wasn’t only about the paper or the celebration, they had other people who would get caught in the mess too. Their own daughter, for example.

“Seungcheol, how are we going to break the news? We are getting married and uh, here’s the kid! We wanted another comeback with our group and I don’t see that happening after we drop the bomb, honestly. People are going to be like vultures over us. It’s not fair to the boys.” He said, exasperated, thinking of the hell everyone else would live for months, maybe years just because of their relationship. The last days haven’t been the easiest and, for the first time in years, he was scared of the reaction. 

“Am I really going to live my life under the fear of what others think of me?” Seungcheol asked, crossing his arms. “Of what they say? I can deal with it, we’ll make it happen. It’s what we’ve been doing until now.”

Jeonghan clenched his teeth. “This isn’t just about you and me! We have a daughter! We have our families, our groupmates, too!”

“They can handle it, Jeonghan. Would they want us to stop making plans together because of any possible backlash?” Jeonghan shook his head in disbelief. 

Couldn’t he see it? It wasn't going to be just any kind of backlash. He’s talking about the stalker, creepy type of backlash, the kind that could possibly harm his family. Nothing is going to put them at risk, not even his love for Seungcheol.

“I don’t see us ever going back to our group if we get married. Do you see it? Because I simply do not and my career is my priority.” Jeonghan’s eyes felt puffy already, probably red-rimmed. His hands were cold and he was upset. But nothing was worse than seeing Seungcheol look this defeated, once loving eyes now filled with hurt.

Seungcheol lets out a bitter laugh. 

“And that’s where we differ.” 

Jeonghan’s arms drop on his sides, feeling as if claws were dragging up his lungs, all the way to his throat.

Hastily wiping his face, Seungcheol brushes the sand off his legs, pushing his dry shirt on Jeonghan’s hand. He wanted him to have the dry one even if that meant wearing none. 

“Let’s go back to the hotel, it’s getting quite late.” He mutters, not even glancing at Jeonghan. The claws get sharper somehow, digging into his insides.

Jeonghan gets up as well, feeling like something is terribly off. He can’t go back to their hotel room like this.

The words get stuck again, choking him up, twisting around his chest. He takes off the wet shirt, because he is already freezing, quickly putting on Seungcheol’s one. The scent almost makes him drunk. 

“You misunderstood me. It’s not like our family isn’t my priority, Seungcheol, you know that,” he pleads, watching as the man puts every single item of theirs inside his bag, quietly tidying everything up before kneeling down in front of him. What was he doing? Jeonghan wondered, trying to look into Seungcheol’s eyes with no success. The man was avoiding him.

He almost goes down to his knees too, for some reason. It doesn’t feel right, he’s getting desperate as the seconds tick by. “Don’t ignore me, please? I-”

Seungcheol simply puts his shoes in front of him. “Come here, hold onto me. I’m going to put these on you.”

“Okay.” Jeonghan chokes out, watching as Seungcheol brushes off the sand carefully, guiding his foot into each shoe, tying the shoelaces just like a child would, bunny ears and all. It’s almost too much for him. 

He can handle cold words, bad ones too, but this unmovable, consistent type of love? This is too difficult for him, he feels like a teenager experiencing his first crush. 

Which Seungcheol also was. 

He couldn’t be fucked enough. 

Literally, too.  

Now standing up, he rests a hand on Jeonghan’s cheek, brushing a thumb against the soft skin when the man leans into the touch. “We don’t have to talk about this right now. I’ll still want to marry you in a few days, months or even years.”

“You can’t possibly know that.” Jeonghan replies shakily, biting his trembling lip. He really can’t hold his tongue in the right place, seriously. 

Seungcheol simply kisses his other cheek, laughing a bit. Jeonghan can’t help but ask, “What are you laughing about?”, frowning a little. 

“I am so in love with you and you don’t even know the extent of it.” Jeonghan throws his arms around Seungcheol’s neck, groaning and cooing embarrassingly, and he admits it. 

It’s embarrassing how much he wants. They stay there, holding each other for quite a few minutes. It’s finally warm again. God, he needed it.

He feels more than hears his boyfriend’s quiet crying. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I am not rejecting you, you hear me? I just need time to think about this.” Seungcheol is a crybaby and he feels awful for being the one responsible for the tears.

“It’s not even about my career. I’m worried about us the most,” he continues. 

“I can’t make any decisions before carefully thinking about it. So many things have happened without us making a sensible, well-thought choice and I can’t let that happen again. We’ll take this step, but carefully okay? I’ll give you the paper, the party, I will give it all to you. Just not now.” 

He’s sounding as desperate as he feels, and it’s fine. Jeonghan isn’t sure if his words are comprehensible enough, but he knows Seungcheol will understand him, he has to. 

The waves are too gentle to muffle the choked out breaths. 

“Why does it feel like you don’t love me as much as I love you?” Seungcheol asks in a tiny voice, so small he almost doesn’t catch it. 

His heart breaks into a million pieces. 

The thing is that he does, he does feel the same. 

“I know you do, I do know that.” Seungcheol whispers.

Pulling him closer, Jeonghan simply holds Seungcheol tighter. “I chose to be with you. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m here.” 

“I know that. I believe in you,” he mutters at last. 

“You better,” Jeonghan breathed out against Seungcheol’s neck, nosing at the skin. “I’ll convince you of it every day.” The man laughs weakly, looking down when Jeonghan wipes his face clean, placing slow, long kisses on his cheeks before pressing their lips together. 

“I love you,” Jeonghan whispers against his mouth, and he closes his eyes, accepting the words. It still doesn’t make the ache go away.

The trip back to the hotel was silent, but not uncomfortable. They had too much on their minds and too little words to describe what went on. The view was pretty, the song was nice. 

Time passed quickly as they finally arrived at the hotel, and Jeonghan sat awkwardly by the end of the bed. Seungcheol stopped in front of him and stared for a while. 

Jeonghan stared back. 

Seungcheol tilted his head a little bit to the right.

Jeonghan tilted his own a tiny bit to the left. 

Seungcheol blinked.

Jeonghan didn’t feel like doing it. 

Seungcheol had to bite his lower lip, clearly trying to stop himself from grinning at the ridiculous situation. At the end he just cackled, clearly amused by the view of Jeonghan looking like a kicked puppy. Jeonghan protested indignantly, trying not to get affected by the contagious laugh.

“Come up here, come on,” Seungcheol called him, still chuckling lightly. “Let’s wash that hair, it’s gonna need some treatment today,” he said, ruffling the slightly damp hair. 

“Are you saying my hair looks ugly?” Jeonghan asks, being led by the hand into the bathroom. 

“Never seen it before, don’t think it will ever happen,” the man says, as if it doesn’t make Jeonghan’s heart flutter like the little bitch it is. Liar, he mutters back, smiling when Seungcheol protests.

They cancel the plans for dinner, deciding on staying in once again. 

It’s a good choice, they both agree on it. 

It’s all about taking care of each other and cuddling in bed, looking at the pictures of little Nayun that Jeonghan’s parents send. They complain about missing the baby together, sending audios so she can listen to it when she wakes up. 

They’ll probably be at home by that time, but just in case. 

Jeonghan worries about not being able to fall asleep, concerned with the consequences of this afternoon’s happenings. 

It all disappears as time passes by, as they order pizza and even more snacks. 

The movie they try to watch is old and looks like it’s nice, to be honest. 

However, they end up talking about their friend’s shenanigans and remembering the good stuff that happened from last year till now. 

Both of them almost forget that this is the last day of the year, actually. It’s the 31st and with that comes messaging everyone, sending good wishes quickly, once again hurrying to go back to their cocoon. 

The social pleasantries and all of that.

It’s warm and exactly the type of thing they enjoy doing. Staying at home, comfortably together. 

They trade kisses and more kisses, lazy enough that Seungcheol falls asleep for a few minutes. 

Jeonghan keeps on staring at him, fingertip softly tracing the features he likes so much. Lips, eyebrows, nose, eyes, distracting himself with the long eyelashes. He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware of holding in. 

It’s all fine, really. 

The man in front of him is incredible, he thinks. Unbelievable. 

But now it is 2 minutes before midnight and he does want to see the fireworks with his boyfriend. 

“Wake up, wake up,” Jeonghan whispers. He kisses Seungcheol because he can. Then he does it again because he loves it.

Seungcheol wrinkles his nose, half annoyed, half confused by the noise and the touch.

It's endearing.

He sits up, trying to drag Seungcheol with him. The man whines and complains, pulling Jeonghan back with him and holding him in place. 

“Get up! I wanna see the fireworks!” Jeonghan laughs, amused by the display of strength even while half asleep. Seungcheol does not open his eyes. 

Jeonghan pokes his cheek. “Please, please, I wanna see it with you,” he begs, peppering the face under him with kisses and tiny bites. It’s a hobby of his. “Get up or I’ll bite your cheeks off.”

Indignant, the man finally sits up. Consequently, Jeonghan finally is able to get up and drag the grown man with him to the balcony.  

He hears the party going on outside, the clinks of champagne flutes and the music. His private party somehow sounds even better than the fancy one happening outside. And yet, it’s impossible to look away from the man in front of him, observing how Seungcheol watches him, awed by the way the man focuses on him only. 

Cupping his jaw, Seungcheol steps closer, looking into his eyes unwaveringly. His dark eyes look sharp, pupils dilated in the dark. Jeonghan rests a hand on the man’s waist, pulling him closer by the sweatshirt he’s wearing, the one that looks just the one Jeonghan is dressed in right now. He didn’t know it was possible to miss someone’s scent, to find himself drowning on it even when in distance. Jeonghan longs for him in a way bordering on the ridiculous, he thinks. 

It’s absurd.

His eyes glance down at Seungcheol’s reddish lips, lashes fluttering when their noses touch. It’s windy outside, but he doesn’t think the goosebumps rising on his skin have anything to do with it. Jeonghan leans into his boyfriend, eyes closing when said man completely avoids his mouth, lips pressing open mouthed kisses against his neck. 

The sensation is heavenly, as if warmth finally came after a rough winter season. He feels the suction against his neck, gasps at the teeth nipping at the soft skin, outright moans when a tongue sweeps over the teased place. His fingers absentmindedly bury themselves into Seungcheol’s strands of hair, encouraging the touch, bringing him closer to Jeonghan’s neck. 

With a final light bite, Seungcheol pulls back enough to look into his eyes again, cheeks slightly flushed now. Jeonghan presses their lips together, moaning into it, pleased at how Seungcheol mirrors his reaction, cold hands sliding under his sweatshirt making him shiver once again. 

His tongue sweeps over Seungcheol’s bottom lip, asking, if not begging for more, gasping into the kiss when the man’s tongue touches his own, quickly followed by a dirty suck on it, both of them uncaring if they were making a mess. Seungcheol’s own hand grabs roughly onto his hair, tilting his head back by a fraction, kissing every patch of skin in front of him, mouth sliding down all the way to his collarbones before exploring his right shoulder, biting there with a groan. 

The fireworks go off, people yell everywhere but they are too busy in their own world.

Still holding tight onto Jeonghan’s hair, Seungcheol pressed their mouths together once again, rougher this time. Jeonghan decided it would be fair to press their bodies together now, moaning at the feel of Seungcheol’s cock against his own. 

“I thought you wanted to see the fireworks?” Seungcheol rasped out, already walking them back to their room. Jeonghan left that task up to him, letting himself be guided, not minding one bit the fact that he was walking backwards and could possibly fall and break a hip, or something. All he cared about was getting Seungcheol’s mouth on him again, anywhere. 

Suddenly, they were both on the bed again, hurriedly removing each other’s clothes. It didn’t take long, they did have the practice. The most annoying part was removing the socks, which wouldn’t fucking stay on, that’s for sure.  

“Just get in me, please- ” he breathed, back arching against the lips sucking on his chest, legs spreading to accommodate the mouth nipping at his navel, licking and sucking on his inner thighs. 

“Lube and condoms,” Seungcheol replied back, hand gripping tightly his thigh, the other one pushing his stuttering hips down onto the bed. Jeonghan reached over the bedside table to get it, sitting up to pass it to his boyfriend when a warm, wet mouth closed around his cock. Resting now on his elbows, Jeonghan bit his lip, trying to not make too many noises. It was so mortifying, to listen to himself making such sounds, almost sobbing out of pleasure at such simple touches. 

“Sit up,” Seungcheol ordered, watching as he clumsily tried to do so. Stretching his legs in front of him, Seungcheol shook his head reprovingly. “Not like that,” he said firmly. 

Grabbing him by his ankles, the man spread his legs, making him sit with them spread, feet on the bed. He could see everything, how hard he was, how his stomach quivered in desire at each touch, how Seungcheol licked him, sucking onto the head of his cock teasingly, humming as his head went down and up continuously, sucking him in. 

Hands gripping the sheets tighter, Jeonghan threw his head back, arms shaking with exertion. He pleaded for more, shamefully gripping Seungcheol’s hair as the man went down on him, moaning his name unabashedly. 

“I’m going to come, please stop, stop - baby, please -” Jeonghan begged, crying out when Seungcheol grabs him by the thighs, pushing down onto the bed, making him rest onto his elbows once again. 

“So what?” Seungcheol asked back, coating one finger with lube before slowly pushing it inside him. The noise was almost obscene, wet and messy just how they like it. Jeonghan’s noises go up with each move, almost as if they were being punched out of him. He’s about to lose his mind, he thinks, watching as his legs get thrown over Seungcheol’s shoulder, mouth on him again, swallowing around his cock, tongue tasting every single drop of him. 

Pushing a second finger inside him, Seungcheol moved them ruthlessly, already noticing how Jeonghan’s stomach quivered and how he tried to bite down onto his own arm, failing at suppressing his cries and sobs. “It’s too good, too good -  Cheol, I, - too fucking good,” he babbled, bucking up into Seungcheol’s willing mouth. “Please, please, I’m going to come, I can’t hold it in anymore, it feels, ah, please,” he whined, squeezing around his boyfriend’s insistent fingers that pushed against his prostate every single time now, well aware that he was too close.

“Hold it in,” Seungcheol ordered. 

There was no place for discussion by his tone of voice. Jeonghan wanted to fucking cry, he wanted to kick that man out of his room, throw a tantrum. 

“I can’t! I can’t - ah shit, fucking hell, you’re going to make me come, I’m-” Jeonghan’s complains were interrupted by a hand on his throat. Immediately his body relaxed, turning pliant against the bed, only focused on the hand pressing on his neck.  

“Hold it in for 10 seconds, and that’s it.” Jeonghan nodded frantically at him, already feeling a bit lightheaded. 

“Dizzy already, fucking bitch?” Seungcheol taunted, pushing his thigh against Jeonghan’s cock, watching as the man grinded into it. Not the b-word, Jeonghan thinks, body convulsing so hard even he gets startled. Seungcheol whispers it at him again, leaning down to muffle Jeonghan’s moan before they catch the attention of the whole hotel.

He looks at what’s displayed to him. 

Pink, shiny lips opened in an endless gasp, eyes glazed and wet with tears. 

A masterpiece. 

“Five seconds to go,” Seungcheol taunted again, fucking him now with three fingers, making sure to push against the right places, watching as Jeonghan shook against the bed, straight up crying by now. Seungcheol licked the tears, reaching down to suck one nipple into his mouth, tongue toying with the tight nub. “Cry some more for me. You look so pretty like this. So handsome. All for me.”

“Fuck you,” Jeonghan snarled, gasping when the fingers spread themselves inside of him, thrusting even harder. His boyfriend didn’t even blink at that, tapping on his face mockingly twice before reaching for his neck again. 

He had to change his plans. Being a brat wasn’t working today. 

“Baby, please fuck me already, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want from me. I need your dick inside me right now. I’ll be good.” His words are mumbles, tongue so heavy it makes even begging difficult. Seungcheol clearly doesn’t care, only watching him with dark eyes. 

His body is too sensitive, chest heaving with anticipation, legs trembling even though he’s laying down. “The ten, they - please, oh, please, I - are over?” he asks, well aware that he makes almost no sense, but Seungcheol understands. He always does even though his voice breaks and whimpers interrupt his speech. 

He gets no response. Seungcheol stops everything altogether, and he feels like crying. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to get what he wanted after the ten seconds, he promised, this isn’t fair,

Seungcheol simply leans down and kisses him, muttering perfect, shh, no, it’s fine, I’ll give it to you, as he babbles away. Jeonghan wraps his legs around Seungcheol’s hips and pulls him in, gasping in relief when he feels Seungcheol’s cock against him again, his overheated body pressing Jeonghan into the bed even more. 

He fumbles with the condom, hands slipping thanks to the lube. 

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and grabs it from his hands, ripping the package with his teeth. It’s hot, but!

“Jeonghan that’s now how you’re supposed to open a condom package, it could rip it, you know? That’s not safe,” he frowns, checking on the plastic before deciding everything looks good. 

“Shut up, nerd.” Jeonghan replies sweetly, stealing it from him again before putting on Seungcheol himself. He hisses at the sudden touch, swatting Jeonghan’s hand away when he realizes the man is having too much fun by himself. 

“Are you trying to give me a handjob or get fucked because you gotta pick one,” Seungcheol deadpanned. Jeonghan raised both of his hands defensively, working hard to look innocent and wronged. 

“Stop looking at me like that, you just had your hand on my dick, there’s no way you can look innocent now.” Seungcheol said, cackling at how Jeonghan shrugged, easily agreeing with him. Stretching himself like a cat, Jeonghan yawned, brushing away the hair clinging to his face. 

Seungcheol took a deep breath, admiring the way it framed his face. The hair was longer than usual, reminding him a bit of their trainee days. 

“Are you going to stare at me all day? I’m kinda getting tired here, you know?” he complained, impatient as always. Seungcheol shook his head disapprovingly. “Tired of what? You’re literally a pillow prince.”

“...And ? Your point is …?” Jeonghan asks, waving a hand as if to hurry him up. 

Fairly enough, he decided it was time to get back to work. They did have an early flight to catch by the next day. 

Grabbing Jeonghan’s left wrist, he pulled the man down on his stomach. “Ass up,” he said, slapping said part when the man only complained about the rough treatment. 

Rolling his eyes, Seungcheol pulled Jeonghan up himself, hands slowly sliding from his waist, down to the hips. He squeezed the skin, observing closely how it screamed to be marked. He presses his fingers down harder, appreciating how the movement made Jeonghan impatiently push against him. 

“Babe, I swear I’m about to rut against a pillow, fucking move, please do something,” Jeonghan complained for the nth time and Seungcheol enjoyed it, watching as he shook and gasped each time his hands touched his weeping cock, tapped along his spine, teasingly pushed the of his cock just enough for him to feel it but not get any relief. 

Frustrated, Jeonghan buried his head into the pillow under him, muffled screech earning a chuckle from him. He was so cute, even like this. 

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, I’ll fuck you now,” Seungcheol cooed, sounding so annoying Jeonghan couldn’t help but to find it hot. He did not move an inch, still buried into the pillow. 

That wouldn’t do. 

So Seungcheol did what had to be done. 

Grabbing a fist of Jeonghan’s hair, he pulled the man up, biting his lip at the full body shiver he received as response. 

It had to hurt, it certainly did, but Jeonghan sounded as if he was having a religious experience, on the verge of mewling . 

"God, I want you to come inside me, fuck " Jeonghan gasped, grinding against his crotch, as if it woould make him get fucked any faster. That was what he wanted, though. 

Seungcheol gripped the locks tighter, pressing a kiss against the back of Jeonghan’s ear. Another shiver, followed by a choked out gasp. Beautiful. "You want me to come inside you? Yeah?" he asked, chest heaving at the words. 

"Yeah, yes, I," Jeonghan rambled, letting out a pleased oh, when Seungcheol finally pushed his cock into him. 

"No. You can't have it."

"Why, why, but," Jeonghan asked, cursing when a hand suddenly slapped his ass. Usually he’d raise hell on Seungcheol for being mean to the father of his daughter but for now Jeonghan only shivered and felt as more pre-cum dripped from his cock onto the sheets. What a fucking mess. 

"We can't have another accident happening, right? People can't know we are serious, sweetheart." 

Perhaps that was mean of him, Seungcheol thought and Jeonghan seemed to agree, whining pitifully. 

He seemed to like it, though. Well aware that it was a joke, at most.

“You’re mine, Coups, you are mine, you know, everyone,” he mumbled, crying out with every thrust into him. “Everyone knows, they know, right? You’re mine,” Jeonghan said, almost nonsensically. He looked so good, drooling, dripping wet everywhere. 

How adorable, Seungcheol thought.

“Hm. I’m not sure of that. Maybe they think we’ll break up soon. You did reject me pretty harshly a few hours ago.” 

Jeonghan shook his head, protesting loudly. “I did not ! I want to, I do, I do, please, oh shit, harder.” Well, at least he tried to protest, or something. “You’re so fucking good, so good at this,” he moaned wantonly, 

“You want to do what?” Seungcheol asked, confused. 

“To give you whatever you want, I’ll do it, I promise,” Jeonghan responded.

“You can’t just say you’ll marry me because the sex is good, Jeonghan.” He teased, tempted to record this just so he could laugh at it later. God, even while fucking Jeonghan was entertaining. 

“It’s, it’s not that,” the man tried to explain, shaking his head only to be stopped by Seungcheol, who held onto his hair even tighter. 

If he went bald after sex, he’d beat Seungcheol’s ass up, he swore. “You’re mine, oh, oh my god, please, more,” Jeonghan begged, and this time if Seungcheol couldn’t understand him it would be comprehensible. Even he couldn't.

Letting go of his hair, he felt as Seungcheol pulled him by the waist roughly and pushed his cock deep into him right before shoving his face down onto the pillow. 

“Fuck, you’re too loud, do you really want the whole resort to find out what we’re up to?” Seungcheol gasped, watching in disbelief as Jeonghan nodded against the soft surface, pushing back against him. 

“Did you take something? Why are you this horny?” he asked, leaning down to kiss Jeonghan’s spine, marking the skin presented to him. He tasted so good, Seungcheol thought, moaning when Jeonghan took a hold of his hand and brought it to his cock, guiding him. 

“Oh wait, is it a heat?” Seungcheol asked, excited. 

Jeonghan only sighed, saying it’s not a heat, can’t i be fucking horny in peace you asshole, oh, oh, right there, no, a bit to the right, yeah there, you fuck so good, it’s infuriating, oh god. 

He also muttered something else, but Seungcheol wasn’t listening anymore, watching as Jeonghan supported himself on his arms also, fully back on fours. 

So excuse his poor memory, but he is pretty sure any other person would get distracted by that. 

“Hurry up.” Jeonghan demanded, back now leaning against Seungcheol’s chest, groaning lowly. Without a word, he placed one of Seungcheol’s hands on his navel. 

“Holy shit, are you trying to kill me?” Seungcheol pants, driving his hips up almost desperately. Jeonghan apparently is, indeed , trying to put a end to his life, and says rather loudly: “ Fuck, I feel you so deep inside of me.” Unashamedly. Like that. 

He doesn’t even stop there, bringing Seungcheol’s other hand to his neck, nosing his neck while mumbling i know you want to, it’s okay, you can choke me, do it, i want it. 

And he does it, Seungcheol squeezes it, feeling the way Jeonghan shivers, spreads his legs wider and turns pliant again, finally reducing the volume of his noises. Seungcheol hoped the sound of skin slapping or his own would be noticeable for anyone else, though. 

He lets it go for a few seconds, listening as Jeonghan gasps for breath and lets his moans out freely once again. It sounds pretty, so melodic, but he likes the desperation too. So Seungcheol chokes him again before he can get too comfortable. Jeonghan’s fingers dig into his thigh, head lolling back.

Seungcheol makes a desperate noise when Jeonghan grinds back, practically bounces on his lap, keening when he stops squeezing his throat. Seungcheol kisses his cheek, moaning when Jeonghan turns his head and fully kisses him, tongue sweeping against his own. It’s dirty, sloppy, and they love it. Jeonghan sucks on his tongue and he barely manages to slip out a warning. 

“I’m close, are you, are,” he asks, almost growling when Jeonghan nods frantically, already touching himself to reach completion. At the sight, he roughly pushes Jeonghan down again, now face first into the pillows. Seungcheol holds him by the hair as he thrusts, observing as each movement presses Jeonghan deeper into the sheets, mesmerized by the sight. 

Jeonghan doesn’t struggle, only whines, moans and drools into the pillow. If that’s the effects of fucking in a hotel room, then he’s certainly planning on doing it more. Seungcheol drags his short nails down Jeonghan’s back and watches as his body tightens up once, twice before it spasms, muffled cries spurring him on. 

He’s overwhelmed, feeling the contractions around his cock, watching Jeonghan fall apart so beautifully. Seungcheol can’t help but grasp his hips urgently, biting the back of Jeonghan’s neck as he comes, cursing when the other only spreads his legs more, cheek resting on the pillow now, hair damp from sweat all over his face. 

“Hell, you fucked the fight out of me.” Jeonghan slurred, uncaring as Seungcheol drops on top of him. The pressure felt nice, comforting even.

“Just like one year ago, I guess.” Seungcheol mutters, complaining when he has to throw away the condom. 

Jeonghan snorts. “Happy one year of fucking your great enemy, babe.” He says, rolling on his back with a smile. Seungcheol decides that laying down on top of him is better than doing so on the very spacious bed of them, and he lets it, opening his arms welcomingly.

He hugs him tight, laughing when Seungcheol replies to him with the same words. Jeonghan feels him still and stays quiet, wondering if his boyfriend just fell asleep on him like that. Until the man reaches over to get something and holds himself up just enough to look at him with an absolutely terrible, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“We’re not done yet, plastic doll.” Seungcheol says, and the nickname cracks him up all over again. “Ok,” Jeonghan nods, “let’s do it, you shitty fuck ” The man protests, pouting. “Not that one!”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Jeonghan shuts up after that one, quickly forgetting the old nicknames they had for each other when Seungcheol kisses him again.

Two more rounds, a shower and a very satisfying midnight snack later, Seungcheol fell asleep again, spread on the bed like a starfish. 

Jeonghan got reminded of the way Nayun sleeps after having her bottle of milk. Absolutely endearing. 

He brushed Seungcheol’s hair away from his forehead, dropping a kiss there before leaving another one on his soft cheek. 

How lucky was he, huh? To have a family like this, something Jeonghan never thought he’d have. His heart ached with the thought of ever letting this escape from his fingers. 

He grabbed his cellphone on the nightstand and went to the balcony again, wrapping Seungcheol’s coat tighter around him. Jeonghan sat down on the chair and dialed a number.

“What the fuck, Jeonghan?” Joshua said, clearly having been woken up by his best friend. Jeonghan wanted to feel bad but he was awful, a little shit, admittedly. So, he laughed. 

“Jeonghan? Are you alright?” Jisoo asked again, sounding worried. Jeonghan didn’t understand why, though. “Jeonghan! Where’s Seungcheol? Why are you crying?” 

He refused to admit he was crying. No he was not, it’s the cold wind. “Shua, what would you do if your boyfriend proposed to you right now?”

“Wait. What?”

“Just tell me what you’d do, I’m fine! I promise. I’m not crying or anything.” 

“Fine. Sure,” Joshua clearly did not believe in him, but went on. “I’d say yes. Why?”

“I said no to him. He said he wanted to marry me and I said no . He’s going to break up with me, isn’t he?” It didn’t even sound like a question anymore, Jeonghan already said it as if it was an affirmation.

“Jeonghan, what the fuck happened? You’re not making sense. Calm down and explain it to me.”

Taking a deep breath, he explained shakily. “Joshua, I said I didn’t want to marry Seungcheol. But I think I do?” Jeonghan said, so quietly he worried that Jisoo wouldn’t hear him. 

Of course he did, though, sighing tiredly. 

He could almost see his best friend shaking his head at him. 

“Okay, I’m awake now. Shoot.”

Unfortunately, like everything that is good, their little escape had to come to an end. Seungcheol wriggled on his seat, already bored. 

“Jeonghan?” he asked, suddenly coming up with an idea.

Distracted by the movie playing, Jeonghan asked absentmindedly. “Hmm?”

“Can I convince you of marrying me?” He pauses the movie, slowly turning his head in Seungcheol’s direction. “What?” Jeonghan asks, flabbergasted. 

“Can I convince you of marrying me?” Seungcheol repeats nonchalantly. 

“Why would you-” Jeonghan sputters, “ Why- ”

“Because I want to marry you,” Seungcheol replies simply, interrupting Jeonghan’s jumble of words. 

“You don’t need to convince me, I already say we will, one day-” he fully turns his body in Seungcheol’s direction, explaining again and thinking of how to make sure Seungcheol does not feel like Jeonghan doesn’t correspond his feelings when he gets interrupted. 

“I want to hear you say yes.” Seungcheol shrugs, reaching for a magazine placed on top of the little table in front of him. He opens it, takes a few looks and makes an interested sound when a particular object catches his eyes. 

Jeonghan’s mouth hangs open. Still confused. “I already said-”

Shaking his head, Seungcheol has the audacity to tsk at Jeonghan. “No, you did not. When I ask ‘Will you marry me?’, if you truly want to, then say yes.”

“Choi Seungcheol I already said I want to, just not now -” he explained for the 123th time, huffing. “You did not say that either! You never proposed properly!”

Rolling his eyes, Seungcheol insisted, an easy smile resting on his lips.“Stop being stubborn and grant me that wish, will you?” Jeonghan’s heart tumbled and rolled around his chest, making a mess of itself like always when it comes to this man. 

“Fine,” he agreed. “I will say yes when we’re ready for it, then. Satisfied? ” he asks, showing him his tongue childishly. Little reminder not to teach this to his daughter. She’d look way too cute. 

Smug, Seungcheol nods. “Very much.” Jeonghan absolutely hates him, he hates that man, infuriating, so annoying,

The stewardess walks past him and looks a bit startled. Is he looking that bad? Did his boyfriend finally make his appearance look like the mess he truly was? “Sir, are you fine ? You look a bit overheated. Is everything okay?” she asks, kind as always.

Great, now Seungcheol is going to bother him for the rest of his fucking life, Jeonghan thinks, nodding at the woman. “Yes, everything is fine. Thanks, I’m fine,” he grits out, forcing on a smile. 

She still looks unconvinced. What in the world has that man done to him? Does he look that flustered? “Are you sure sir? I can get you a cup of water, if needed.”

“No, it's fine!” he repeats before changing his mind. He needs help, he is willing to get some help. “Actually, you know what? Give me a fucking bottle of whisky,” Jeonghan says, smiling sweetly. The woman frowns with worry. As she should. 

“You still can’t drink alcohol,” Seungcheol butts in. 

“Fuck. A jar of juice, then.”

Like the smartass he is, Seungcheol steps in again, flipping through the pages of the magazine he’s supposedly reading. “Too much sugar, wanna have a sugar crash?”

“Goddamn, Seungcheol! Let me drink my fucking juice, you dick! ” he snaps, hissing as quietly as he can. He’s been “proposed” twice by the man whom he loves and this is not doing any good to his self-restraint. A lesser man would’ve said yes without thinking about the consequences that came from it! 

“Sir?” the stewardess interrupts, looking suspiciously amused at the scene. 

“The damn orange juice, please. I’m about to choke the man next to me.”

The stewardess laughs behind her hand. “Don’t worry, I know how husbands can be.” She walks away as if nothing happened, blissfully unaware of the chaos and suffering she has caused. 

Jeonghan chokes on his saliva, elbowing his boyfriend who is snickering too hard for his own good. 

“Come on, don’t get all pouty and whiny at me,” Seungcheol nudges him, offering an earpod as a peace offer. Jeonghan accepts it, still shooting the man a low glare. 

He rolls his eyes at the choice of song. 

Such a low blow. 

Seungcheol is a demon, he concludes. Simple enough, that’s what he is. 

“Seriously? ” he asks, squinting his eyes at the man. 

“Seriously, you are such an ass! Seungcheol, why are you like this?! Stop laughing at me, I swear to god- ” Jeonghan slapped the man away, trying to escape Seungcheol’s clutches, gritting his teeth when when his boyfriend hugged him, kissing the top of his head, laughing like the smug fuck he is. 

“Seriously. Death of a bachelor?”

“What? I like it. Interesting lyrics, right?”