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“What happened?” Sungjin asked Younghyun who was twiddling with his lip as he entered the dressing room.
“Hyung, I hit my lip with the bass earlier. I might have bit my lip ‘cause of that.” Younghyun pulled his bottom lip and went in front of Sungjin, “Is there a scar?”
Sungjin held Younghyun’s jaw with his right hand and inspected his lip. “Nope. I don’t see any scar.”
“Are you sure? It still stings a little, hyung.” Younghyun pouted as Sungjin tried to check a second time.
“Looks good to me, Kangbra. Do you want to ice it?” Sungjin removed his hand and was about step away from him to ask someone for ice but Younghyun quickly blocked him. “Kiss it better,” Younghyun demanded.
Sungjin smiled at Younghyun before he inched forward. Younghyun closed his eyes. “Does it still hurt or did you just want a kiss?”
Younghyun opened his eyes and shook his head. “I just wanted you to know, hyung. He smiled cheekily, “— and maybe get a kiss, too.”
Sungjin grabbed his face with both of his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. After a few seconds, Sungjin pushed his hands and Younghyun’s face away a little. Sungjin flashed Younghyun a big smile, “There. Happy?” Younghyun stole a quick kiss. Younghyun’s eyes crinkled cutely as he smiled ear to ear, “Assa!” Younghyun skipped happily to his corner of the dressing room and sat down in front of a fan to cool down.
Sungjin smiled and shook his head at Younghyun’s antics and cuteness, content to see his boyfriend happy and giddy after another successful concert.
Unbeknownst to the Sungjin and Younghyun, Dowoon and Wonpil saw the whole thing, as they were seated at another corner of the room.
Dowoon inched his body closer to Wonpil, whispering, “Hyung, I already told Younghyun-hyung there’s nothing there earlier but he still asked Sungjin-hyung to check.”
“He just wants Sungjin-hyung to kiss him. Did you see his smile when Sungjin-hyung did?”
“Totally!” Dowoon exclaimed. “He’s a total schemer!” Wonpil laughed.
“Sungjin-hyung did not have a chance when Bra-hyung pouted.” Wonpil pointed out matter-of-factly.
“Sungjin-hyung!” Dowoon shouted across the dressing room. Sungjin and Younghyun turned to him. “Hyung, can you buy me a new fishing rod?” Dowoon asked and pouted. “Kabjagi?” Sungjin was confused at the sudden mention of fishing rods, “— but sure.” Dowoon and Wonpil looked at each other, eyes big in surprise, amazed at how fast Sungjin agreed.
Wonpil broke their eye contact and exclaimed, pouting at Sungjin, “Hyung!! Me too! Me too!” Sungjin shook his head. “What do you want?” Wonpil sat straight and seriously called out, “I’m not sure yet but I can’t let this pass!” Younghyun guffawed and Dowoon hit Wonpil on the shoulders. “Just let me know when you’ve decided.” Wonpil nodded furiously.
Wonpil and Dowoon held each other’s hands. They locked eyes and conspirationally said, “It worked!” “Let’s try it again in Hong Kong!”