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Zhango Hao would be lying if he said he hated waking up first.

Mornings always seemed so fragile, a moment shared between only two people—a shield from the outside world and its cruelties, along with judgment from strangers. Waking with the sun was always Hao’s favourite part of the day - the condensation from the night leaving teardrops on the windows, disguising the outside in a cozy haze. Sunlight beams, greeting him with a blare of warmth and radiance.

It takes a moment longer for Hao to become conscious of his surroundings. He manoeuvres from lying on his side, ignoring the harsh pounding of his shoulder and turns around to face his boyfriend of 3 years - Sung Hanbin.

Hanbin’s arm lay gently, but protectively, over Hao’s waist, fingers curled into the shirt fabric and twitching every few seconds. His eyebrows were furrowed, his face half-buried into the softness of the pillow and the warmth of his breath trickling down Hao’s spine. The sun greeted him kindly, light kissing his cheeks and highlighting his long eyelashes (that Hao has always been jealous of) with shadows.

So, amongst the displeasure of waking up early, away from his dreamland and the awarding rest after a 1-month-long subathon, Hao still loves to be the first to open his eyes. To experience this beautiful moment between him and his boyfriend, which is all he had been dreaming about for years.

Hanbin emits a small groan, slowly stretching under the warm blankets and blinking against the morning light. He squints at first, adjusting to the change of lighting before rubbing his heavy eyelids and subconsciously searching for Hao, the tension in his body releasing when he realises Hao is still with him.

Hanbin hums, eyes closing on default. “Good morning, baby.” He whispers, placing a lingering kiss on Hao’s upper cheek, not bothering to move his face afterwards from the spot.

Hao giggles lightly, “Good morning.” He reaches over for his phone, unlocking the screen as he lies on his back.

Hanbin immediately follows after him, like a moth drawn to a flame, wrapping his arms more securely around Hao’s waist and resting his head right below Hao’s collarbones. Hao smiles, sleep still evident in his features and ruffles his hair. He takes a few photos in that position before Hao checks the time, his eyes bulging in alertness.

“I have a stream in an hour!” Hao says, although he doesn’t make any move in his panic, instead waiting for Hanbin to move first.

Hanbin simply nods in response, “Okay.” He replies, nuzzling his head further into the warmth of Hao’s embrace, setting another kiss on his skin.

“Hanbin!” Hao whines, patting his head. Even if he wanted to move Hanbin, how could he? Not when every inch of his body was screaming how right this felt, not to leave him in his sleep-dazed state. “I won’t have time to do my makeup before I start.”

“Why don’t you just start a little later today?” Hanbin suggests, thumb rubbing against the skin peeking out of Hao’s shirt, letting out a hum of contentment.

Hao pouts, “I already promised my chat that I’d start at 9 today. And I’m meeting Taerae and Matthew for coffee this afternoon, too, so I can’t be late to start.”

Hanbin doesn’t reply at first, breath hitting Hao’s skin and struggling to open his eyes for the second time. Even if he didn’t respond, Hao knew he was still listening. It’s just how attentive Hanbin has always been. “A few more minutes won’t hurt.”

“But-”

“Gege,” Hanbin’s voice is a low rumble, coming up to meet Hao’s eyes and staring for a long minute. He smiles at Hao’s pout and graces his lips with a loving kiss, no hint of hurry or rush in his pace. “Stay with me for a little longer. Please?”

Hao has only one weakness. Rephrase, a few weaknesses. For one, sports. Hao has never been the athletic type. P.E class was his biggest enemy. For half of his junior year, he made countless excuses to the teacher about stomach pain and creating illnesses the teacher never heard of, but didn’t question. Second, food. Hao could always be easily persuaded by food. A promise to stop by Haidilao on the way home from a 10-hour-long day of recording? Perfect. A sweet treat from a newly opened bakery down the road? Say less!

His biggest weakness, however, would always be Hanbin. And right now, with Hanbin displaying his round, adorable puppy eyes in pleading, Hao couldn’t fathom beginning to feel the syllables of “no” on his tongue. Plus, pulling out the “gege” card at merely 8 in the morning? His downfall began with just that word.

He sighs, sets an alarm for 10 minutes and settles back with Hanbin covering him like his own human-sized blanket. “Okay, but only because you’re adorable.”

Hanbin chuckles, “You just can’t say no to me, can you, gege?” He lifts his hand, brushing away a few loose strands of hair from Hao’s eyes and pecks the mole under his eye.

“Mmm, that tickles.” Hao laughs, heart fluttering as he feels Hanbin’s grin against his sensitive skin.

Hanbin continues, trailing soft kisses along Hao’s jawline, “Can’t deny it?” He ascends back to Hao’s eyelevel, pecking his nose and resting their foreheads together. “I love you, Hao.”

If Hao’s stomach wasn’t already welcoming butterflies to live rent-free, it must be overflowing with them. Not enough room! They would chant, some toppling out and the rest jam-packed. “I love you too, Hanbin.”

When Hao finally does manage to escape the protective bubble that is their bedroom, Hao breaks it for the bathroom - rushing through his makeup routine and styling the thick brown strands of his grown-out hair with his beloved hair straightener.

Hanbin stays close the whole time. After tidying their bed, he joins Hao in the bathroom, capturing him in a hug, which pulls him back into Hanbin’s chest as Hanbin brushes his teeth and admires Hao through the mirror. His chin rests in the dip between Hao’s neck and shoulder, body rising and falling with each breath.

Hao smiles warmly at the sight, caressing his boyfriend’s cheek in gentle strokes. “Still tired?” He asks, turning around once he puts his makeup products aside.

Hanbin doesn’t move from his position, nodding. “I just want to be close to you, my love.” He backs away a few minutes later, rinsing his mouth and placing his toothbrush back in its place. “What kind of stream do you have planned today?”

“I was going to play Stardew Valley. Someone in my chat requested it,” Hao says, picking up his brush to detangle the knots in Hanbin’s hair, pecking his lips once he was done. “I’m going to go set up.”

Hanbin leans into the touch of Hao’s hand, caressing his cheek, “Will you have a camera on today?”

“Yes, baby, I will. Why?” Hao asks, taking Hanbin’s hand to lead him out of the bathroom. As soon as they open their bedroom door, their puppy, Sansan, bounds at their feet and hops up to their knees.

Hao was disappointed, to say the least, when they learned the hard way why puppies are encouraged to sleep in their own beds. The first few nights after Hanbin and Hao got her, Sansan slept on their bed just fine. Until the 2nd week, Sansan peed two times in one night. Leading to a groggy Hanbin the next morning and a half-awake Hao at breakfast. Sansan was the most adorable, soft and loving puppy born, but still a pup nonetheless. With that in mind, Hanbin and Hao decided not to let her sleep in their bed until she was properly potty-trained.

Hanbin coos at Sansan, patting her diligently and bundling her into his arms, following Hao into his dedicated streaming space where his PC awaits. “Can I stay with you, but off-camera?” Hanbin suggests. Hao turns on his heel, looking up at Hanbin with confused eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Hao asks, stepping forward and embracing Hanbin in a tight hug. “You don’t usually do that.”

And he doesn’t. Not off-camera, anyway. Whenever Hao is streaming, Hanbin either starts his own livestream, works out at the gym across the road, brings him lunch and waits in the living room for him to finish, or just pulls up a chair at his side and joins Hao’s stream.

One of the things Hao loves about their relationship is how open they are - their physical touch and domesticity, even in front of a camera on a broadcast to 50k viewers. Their fans know, even taking to Twitter to complain about “how single their fans are” or “how they’ll never find love as beautiful as theirs”. Every moment between them leads to compilations of their intimate moments or edits covering their TikTok for you page. Nonetheless, Hao basks in the support and encouragement from their viewers; Hanbin undoubtedly does too.

“Everything is fine, gege,” Hanbin says, smothering Sansan in pecks and then gifting them to Hao. “I just don’t want to leave you today, that's all. I don’t have makeup on either, and I went to bed late last night from editing, so I probably won’t speak to chat.”

Hao hums understandingly, moving another chair closer to his, but far enough that Hanbin could easily sit off-frame. “Okay, I’ll be finished by 12:oo-ish, so we can have lunch together before I go.”

Hanbin lets Sansan roam around the room, sitting down beside Hao as he watches him work.

“Good morning chat! How are you guys?” Hao greets the incoming messages, waving at the camera and saying hello to his moderators.

Hao laughs at one of the messages in particular, “Yes, I’m a bit late today. Sorry about that.” He opens a different tab to play non-copyright music, smiling against his knowledge as Hanbin sneaks his hand into Hao’s, interlacing their fingers with ease. The chat, of course, picks up on this small yet endearing interaction.

“Hm?” Hao hums, reading through the emotes and mixed-topic messages. “Oh, Hanbinie is here with me. But he won’t be on camera today!” Hanbin waves at the camera from off-screen, Hao giggling at his antics and leaning forward to kiss his hand before it retracts.

Halfway through Hao’s livestream, Hanbin squeezes his hand to catch his attention. When Hanbin gestures for Hao to turn the camera off, he follows without question. “What’s wrong?” Hao asks after muting his microphone, blatantly ignoring the confused chatters who ask where he went.

Hanbin says nothing but smiles, placing both hands on Hao’s cheeks and leaning in to steal a kiss. It’s intimate, romantic and slow, allowing Hao to feel himself melt into the action before Hanbin pulls away an inch. “Just wanted to steal a kiss.” He whispers with enough affection laced into his voice to send anyone hearing into a coma.

Hao laughs, chasing another short kiss, but not any less romantic. “Getting bored?” He asks.

“No, just want you all to myself before you leave this afternoon,” Hanbin replies, soft and intimate, thumb tracing the moles scattered on Hao’s face. “It’s already 11:30.”

“I’ll finish up in 10 minutes, then you can have me. Okay?” Hanbin nods in response, leaning back in his chair and allowing Hao to get back into his stream.

True to his word, Hao starts the lead-up talk to ending the stream. He returns to full-screen, closes his previous game window and thanks the donors and subs that were gifted. “Tomorrow? I don’t think so, sorry, chat!” Hao says, pouting half-heartedly. “Maybe this weekend, though. What should we do then? Maybe just chatting? Reacting to some videos?”

Hao tends to get carried away when ending. He loves talking with his followers and hearing their thoughts and opinions. Unfortunately, today perhaps isn’t the right day to follow through with that, as Hanbin starts getting restless. His hand, which was previously holding Hao’s, dances down to his thigh, holding onto the skin as his sharp gaze doesn’t move from Hao.

He notices Hao startle with a gasp, as he always does, and squeezes the muscle gently with a small smirk. “O-okay, chat, I’m actually ending now. I’ll see y-you all then! Bye, everyone!” Deeply pleased with the result, Hanbin waves at the camera as Hao clicks the ‘end stream’ button, smirk widening as Hao turns to him. “Hanbin!”

He flushes under Hanbin’s dark and intense gaze, eyes whirling with satisfaction. Hanbin ushes Hao to leave his chair, instead pulling him directly into his lap, knees bracketing Hanbin’s hips. Hanbin’s hands wander with care, massaging his waist before settling on the outer thighs. “You look like a psycho,” Hao giggles with the comment.

And it’s true. Hanbin’s half-lidded eyes, motion-tracking Hao’s figure like a hawk - add some red eye contacts, and he’d fall under the label perfectly. “You love it,” Hanbin whispers against his lips, teeth grazing like a question.

“Of course I do,” Hao answers by pulling him forward by the back of his neck, crashing their lips in a passionate, locked kiss.

“When should we turn the lights off, Hao-hyung?” Gunwook questions from the kitchen, finishing his task of slicing strawberries for the party food.

“Hm, maybe 10 minutes? Hanbin said he’s leaving the dance studio now, so he’ll be here in about 15.” Hao replies, organising the bowls of sweets and plates filled with Hanbin’s favourite foods.

The timing matched perfectly - 15 minutes exactly until 8:00 pm, on Hanbin’s birthday. Hao had coerced him into spending the day away from their home, contacting his family in advance to distract him while Hao and their friends set up his surprise party. The 10,000-word worth of emails, planning and invitations he sent were tiring, but Hao would give anything in the universe to see the captivating smile on Hanbin’s face, glowing even in the darkest of nights.

“Hao hyung?” He turns at the mention of his name, greeting Matthew with a poorly-disguised, stressed smile. “Where should I put the alcohol? There isn’t enough space on the kitchen counter.”

Hao looks to where Matthew motions to, grimacing in thought. “Maybe… we could move the plates to the corner, then we can put the alcohol in the middle, so no one knocks them off the counter.” Matthew salutes in a joking manner, patting him on the back earnestly and follows through with the instructions.

A high-pitched ‘yip’ at his feet causes Hao to realise that Sansan was still in the main room, and he reached down with a tsk. “Sorry, baby, but you can’t be in the house when everyone is partying. Hanbin’s mom will be here soon to pick you up.”

As if on cue, a new message from Hanbin alerts Hao that he is arriving. He gasps, warning everyone before switching off the lights and crouching near the door with Sansan cooped in his arms.

“Ow! Gyuvin, your knee is digging into my thigh,” Gunwook complains, glaring at his friend in the dark.

“No, it’s not!” “Yes, it is!” Followed by sharp shushes from around the room, and the distinct bright laughter down the driveway that makes Hao’s heart skip a beat. Metal keys clack as the doorknob turns, and in steps Hanbin.

Hanbin pauses at first at the threshold, confusion written all over his face, and takes another hesitant step forward. “Hao?” He calls, “Gege…?” It takes everything in Hao not jump on him and spoil the surprise.

Hanbin closes the door, movement measured as the darkness infiltrates the whole house. “Surprise!” The lights most likely flashbang him, and confetti falls on the floor, decorating the wooden tiles with various colours. Hao stands at the centre, grinning up at him with the most angelic smile reserved only for Hanbin, inching Sansan forward to lick at Hanbin’s cheeks.

Hanbin’s expression softens from surprise and shock to joy in an instant. “Oh! Thank you, guys!” He laughs, setting Sansan down before engulfing Hao in a secure embrace. “You planned this?”

Time stops in Hanbin’s arms; Hao swears it always does. His peripheral vision and everything around him blur into white noise, his sole focus on Hanbin.

“I did,” Hao replies, hands falling from Hanbin’s shoulder to hold onto his forearms, tracing lightly over his tattoo. “Do you like it?”

Hanbin’s grin widens if possible, whiskered-dimples on display - the same ones Hao fell in love with years ago. “No one has done this for me before. Thank you, gege.” His lips graze Hao’s ear, leaving a gentle kiss in its wake as he pulls away to greet their friends.

Music bounces from the walls of their house, bass roaring through the floor as their friends scatter across their living room, eating and playing games. Laughter and playful arguments fill the air, buzzing with vibrance as Hao sits on the couch next to Hanbin, who is currently recounting a story to Jaehyun, Taesan and Gyuvin.

“I couldn’t believe it!” Hanbin exclaims, taking another swig of the once ice-cold, but now room-temperature soju bottle in his hand. “I knew from that moment forward, I had to have him.”

Hao giggles at the sight of his boyfriend swaying, even when he’s sitting. Hanbin and alcohol never mixed into a gracious combination. He definitely wasn’t a heavy-weighted drinker, based on the last time they were drinking with friends; Hanbin somehow managed to persuade Taerae to busk together in the middle of a silent neighbourhood, and had the police called on them.

“What are you guys talking about?” Hao asks, lacing his fingers with Hanbin’s and urging himself not to combust when the latter giggles.

“Hanbin-hyung was telling us how you two met! I didn’t know you went to college together.” Jaehyun says, leaning back on the soft, swirl mat that hugs the floor.

“I still remember when Hanbin hyung would rant about you every day, repeat the same words when he had nothing new to say, follow you to your lectures- Oh my god! One time-” Hanbin collapsed a hand over Gyuvin’s mouth, blushing ferociously, which Hao can certainly tell wasn’t just the alcohol’s doing.

Hao leaned forward, intrigued, “One time…?” Hanbin groaned, unwilling to deny Hao anything, so he gestured for Gyuvin to continue.

“He almost booked you to play the violin at his sister’s birthday party, so that he could have an excuse to talk to you.” Gyuvin grinned, smug and victorious as he relished in Hanbin’s embarrassment.

Hao blinked at his boyfriend, “I was only playing at weddings?” To which, Hanbin hid behind Hao’s back, as if it were a shield from the uproar of laughter from the circle.

“Well- It’s not that- I mean, I didn’t know…” Hanbin attempted to defend himself, and was immediately shot down when Gyuvin scoffed.

“As if you didn’t know. You kept tabs on him as if your life depended on it.” Gyuvin reveals, avoiding each swat of Hanbin’s palms.

“You’re making me sound like a stalker! On my birthday!” Hanbin exclaimed between slaps, “Don’t act so innocent either, you were the same way with Ricky!”

Gyuvin gasped in shock, “I was not!”

“Yes, you were! You cried to me when he landed his first acting role, even though he was obviously interested in you. And when I told you it’s literally just his job, you cried even more and locked yourself in your room!” Hanbin laughs at Gyuvin shrinking into himself, refusing to acknowledge the accusations.

“Hey, guys, we’re playing a drinking game! Who wants to join?” Hao looks up to see Matthew, Gunwook and Taerae standing together like an unstoppable force, all in nonchalant poses and each holding a bottle of soju.

Which is how everyone is crowded in their large, maybe not enough to fit more than 20 people, living room, sitting knee-to-knee with a fresh bottle of straight soju in hand. Except Gyuvin, who is holding a drunken Ricky’s hand as he leans on Gyuvin’s shoulder, holding his bottle alongside his water cup.

“Who is most likely to… compete on a reality dating show?” Taerae starts the game, raising a pointed finger to everyone in the (attempt at) circle.

The majority of the group points towards Sungho, who gasps in offence and clutches his shirt (read: pearls).”What is this slander?! I would go on a dating show, really?” He shouts, Jaehyun crashing into him while laughing with Riwoo smiling, amused at Jaehyun’s antics.

“I can just imagine the headline: Park Sungho, heavenly voice, attracted the whole island, fucking ripped - watch the newest episode to see if he makes it to Paradise!” Riwoo announces like a radiohost, causing others to double over in giggles.

Sungho rolls his eyes with a chuckle of disbelief, taking a shot and continuing their game. “Most likely to… send cryptic messages and refuse to explain them?”

In a matter of seconds, everyone collectively points at Jiwoong with deadpan expressions. “Me?! Isn’t that something Yujin would do?”

“Baby, every time I text you, all I receive is a cryptic message,” Taerae states, giggling under his breath. “Something like, ‘Coming soon.’ What’s coming soon - a parcel? Movie trailer? Are you on your way home? I never know unless you show up at the door.”

Jiwoong shakes his head and takes a measured shot, humming lowly as he slips an arm around Taerae’s waist. The game continues with twists and turns, disastrous confessions, and Hao glancing at Hanbin whenever he gets the chance.

Hanbin’s eyes are crinkled into his beautiful crescent moons, whiskers shining through the room, and Hao feels as if a spotlight has been cast on Hanbin. The longer Hao admires his boyfriend, the music slows, shifting from upbeat to an intimate slow-dance. Oh, the sleepless night and planning were worth it.

As if Hanbin can detect the eyes ogling him, he turns to meet Hao’s endearing gaze. He giggles, “Hi,”

Hao smiles back. Not his usual friendly, outgoing smile. The one that’s reserved only for Hanbin. “Happy birthday, baobei.”

Hanbin leans down, pecking the bridge of his nose with a soft brush of his lips. “Thank you, Hao, for all of this,” He tilts his head towards their friends, who were too entranced with accusing others of cheating (in the game) to notice their little moment. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

← bottoms (2024)


매튜
ok bottoms (elite movie)

gunwookie is making a dinner reservation for us


when are we all free pls ask your bfs




bin and i are free any day except thursday !!!

리키
i'm free only wednesday

#newrole #anotherbl #gyuvinisjealousagain

태래
gyuvin will always be jealous he’s fucking possessive of you like he does NOT play



also, jiwoong and i are free on wednesday too


since ricky can’t make any time for his hoes 🙄

리키
IT’S THE ONLY DAY OFF I HAVE

태래
WHATEVER GAY

매튜
BOTTOMS CALM DOWN PLEASE

we also need to start organising our jeju trip soon


will next weekend suffice?


태래
i swear to balls if ricky says his new role

리키
Yeah you would swear to balls wouldn’t you

태래
HE’S ALREADY AVOIDING THE QUESTION

리키
YOU DIDN’T ANSWER EITHER

태래
why yes, matthew! i am free to contribute to our holiday with our dear partners and best friends. i shall always make time for you guys!



oh! what about shen ricky!? will he be available? :( :(


리키
I HATE YOU FAG

태래
I FUCKING KNEW IT

매튜
wow bottoms (2024) just went live action in the gc






I WILL BE FREE MATTHEW

taerae give ricky a BREAK he’s trying his best


리키
THANK YOU




imagine how he feels having to kiss a stinky man on the mouth all day then come home to his beautiful but possessive af boyfriend and then get fucked so far in the ass he gets a prominent belly bulge as a punishment for kissing other men as his job






리키
what





what


Have you not achieved this yet


리키
???

HUH


태래
"yet"

??????????

YET??????????


매튜
OKAY PERFECT THANK YOU HAO HYUNG!


wait i just saw that other message what the fuck

태래
uh props to sung hanbin i guess??? What the hell i didn’t need a visual on this shit







i think you guys are missing out

It feels great


태래
hyung your method of breaking up a fight is crazy


please discontinue


매튜
okay guys so am i locking in wednesday night?? please actually answer???? Gunwook has been asking for the past hour?????


리키
YES WEDNSDAY NIGHT

LOCKED IN

Hao adjusts the silver bunny ears planted atop his head, aligning them through his reflection in the mirror to look forward. Adjusting the dark, navy blue vest over his lighter blue, striped blouse, he curses under his breath as he tightens the black tie that rests just below his collar. He re-checks the zipper on his black slacks, silently thanks himself for checking as he fixes them.

Hao yanks his phone from the nightstand, checking the new messages he received from his friends.

← yujin vs mathematics who will win (probably not yujin)


규빈
hey guys we’re ordering pizza for the halloween party :P who wants what


유진
cheese please




bin and i will also side with cheese please!!


규빈
ykw i’ll just order 8 cheese and like 2 meat lovers

what time will you guys be arriving?? taerae and jiwoong hyung will be getting here at 7:00


유진
mattparkz and i will be there at 7:10




we’ll be there at 7:00 too :)


리키
are we showing fit checks or not yet

will it be a surprise




100% keep it as a surprise

i haven’t even seen hanbin’s costume yet

리키
has he seen yours?




no not yet

규빈
okay then i’ll change that 7:00 to 7:15


유진
ewwwww

“Gege!” Hanbin calls him from the living room, “Did I leave my keys in our bedroom?” Followed by the thud of footsteps approaching.

Hao takes a glance around the room, spotting the familiar silver resting on their sheets and shouts back, “Yes!” before migrating to the bathroom to fix his hair and makeup.

A sharp inhale of breath steals his attention as Hao notices Hanbin staring at him from the mirror’s reflection. “Did you find them?” He questions, fixating his gaze back to himself and applying his lip gloss.

Hanbin’s brown-and-orange striped tie was noticeably looser than Hao’s prestigious one, tied around the collar of his pale green, Hawaiian-style, button-up shirt featuring a subtle, lighter share of leaf pattern. The colour palette blended perfectly with his beige cargo pants. His tattoo teased, peeking out from the sleeves, and Hanbin’s messy hair was accessorised with orange fox ears.

Hanbin stayed silent, his eyes raking Hao’s figure before entering Hao’s space, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him into his front. He hummed, “Mhm, I did. You look great, gege.”

Hao giggles and thanks him, struggling to focus as Hanbin rests his head in the dip between his neck and shoulder, lips grazing over the skin as he continues to admire Hao with wide eyes. Seconds pass, and the sight of Hao smacking his wet, plump lips together like adding heat to the fire, Hanbin becomes restless. Itching for Hao’s attention to be rediverted, he curves his head into the dip, mouthing at the soft skin before planting a lingering kiss there.

Hanbin’s lips travel along his neck and shoulder, growing relentless with each kiss he delivers — Hao’s body heat increases along with the desire curling within his stomach. An involuntary whimper releases, and Hanbin pauses for a moment, breathing heavily against his skin.

Hao takes that moment to steal a glimpse of him through the mirror, and finds that Hanbin’s pupils have dilated, gaze sustained and focused on Hao’s every movement. He can’t help but shift where he stands at the intensity, “Hanbin.” It’s meant to appear as a warning, but it’s whiny and affected, doing the exact opposite.

Hanbin exhales slowly, like testing his own patience before he gives in. His teeth replace his lips, leaving marks along his neck and continuing underneath the fabric of his shirt. Hao squirms, instinctively tilting his head back to give Hanbin more space to work with. Hanbin responds kindly, filling the unmarked clearing with evidence of his presence. Lips and teeth work as a team, sucking and nipping at the soft skin before him, then sealing it with a kiss.

Hao’s phone lights up on the counter with a new message, and with it, he finds it’s already 7:05, yet they were meant to arrive before this. Hao gasps, “Hanbin! We have to go, it’s already past 7:00!”

Hanbin groans into his neck, and Hao shivers with the vibration. “Right now?” Hesitation swarms Hao, almost giving in to the temptation to stay a little longer, but he forces himself to decide against it.

“Yes, baby, we’re going to be late. I told Gyuvin we’d be there at 7:00.” Hao pouts, hands squeezing Hanbin’s where they hold his waist, gently stroking his thumb as the other hand ruffles Hanbin’s already messy hair.

Hanbin pulls away with great reluctance, leaving one final kiss on his cheek, “Okay. I’ll wait for you by the door. I’m ready to go when you are.” When he exits the room, Hao examines the damage left on his skin.

He winces slightly - although it’s not as bad as he thought it would be. The blooming marks are noticeable, but barely. Plus, it would be dark at the party anyway, so Hao had no reason to be worried, especially since it would only be their friend group present.

When the couple eventually arrived, they were greeted at the door by a smug-looking Gyuvin, holding his phone in their faces. The screen blared an antagonising ‘7:15’, which Hao rolled his eyes in response. “Would you look at that!” Gyuvin exclaims, barely dodging the slap Hao throws to his shoulder with a laugh.

Gyuvin’s eyes narrow as they step past him to enter, jaw dropping as realisation floods him. “You guys are fucking disgusting.” Hanbin laughs in response, whereas Hao scatters away from the two, more flustered than when they came.

He finds a devil-dressed Ricky in the kitchen pouring shots with a little red-riding-hood Matthew, so he approaches with a smile. “Pour one for me, too?”

“Hi, hyung!” Matthew grins widely, eyes dropping to his neck automatically. “Oh, so you two were busy, huh?” He chuckles at Hao’s embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I literally had to pry Gyuvin off me like, 5 times,” Ricky adds with a sigh, although his eyes are sparkling as he says it. “A shot each, I lost Taerae, but this one is for him.”

“Where is he?” Hao asks, dipping his head back to take the shot and grimacing as it burns his throat on the way down.

Ricky shrugs, “Jiwoong hyung was looking for him, so they probably snuck off somewhere.” He swallows his shot back. “He’s dressed as a pirate, Taerae is a siren.”

As if on queue, Taerae pulls up to the kitchen bar with poorly hidden, smudged lipstick, an obvious attempt to wipe the remnants away. Hao sighs with a smile, fixing the lipstick himself even if he wasn’t asked to.

“Oh, whore alert.” Matthew teases with a pinch to Taerae’s cheek, who rolls his eyes at the other.

“Hypocrite, you came in with a boner.” Taerae shot back, dodging Matthew’s punches and tackles.

Hao watches as the feud between Taerae and Matthew unravels, exchanging comebacks and joking insults. Leaning his chin against his palm, propped by his elbow on the countertop, Hao can’t help but drift his eyes to where Hanbin is sitting. Manspreading on the couch, a bottle of soju in hand and laughing at something Jiwoong had said. Fuck, how did Hao get so lucky?

When their eyes inevitably meet from across the room, Hao smiles and blows a kiss in his direction. Hanbin reciprocates with his own giddy smile, legs closing in only an inch as if he were battling a wave of shyness, and returned to his conversation.

“Ugh, you guys are literally eye-fucking from across the room. This is horrifying,” Taerae groans, dramatic in the way only he can be, “First, it was your makeup stream, and now our Halloween party. In front of our eyes!”

Hao tsks, “You’re saying that as if you won’t be asking Jiwoong hyung to leave early.” He comments, pouring himself another drink, this time a mixer.

The night continues with blaring, deafening music thundering through the house. At this point, Hao was quite tipsy - but not enough to be drunk. Hanbin was the same, swaying only barely before catching himself. They were currently scooped onto the couch, Hao’s hands wrapped around Hanbin’s arm as he toyed with Hanbin’s fingers.

Matthew and Gunwook were at the centre of the room, and all attention was on them, dancing to ‘Gee’ by Girls’ Generation. However, it was more up to interpretation. Hao’s social battery was draining, but not enough to leave just yet. Hanbin, ever so attentive, noticed immediately.

Hanbin stood up, taking Hao’s hand without words and walked him to the bathroom. When he closed the door, he pulled Hao in by the waist and asked, “Everything okay, gege?”

All Hao could think of was how he and Hanbin should wear couple costumes more often. Hanbin’s hair was only ever messy in the morning after having just woken up, or long nights when Hao would be struggling to muffle his moans not to get any complaints from their neighbours.

Hao nodded with a small, shy smile. “Mhm, just a little tired.” He replies, fixing his makeup in the mirror as Hanbin leans his head on his shoulder.

“Doesn’t this feel familiar?” Hanbin murmurs, pressing a long, wet kiss on his jawline and nuzzling into the skin. “Like when we were about to leave?”

Hao hums sceptically, “It does.” He confirms, and with it comes the suspicion of where Hanbin is leading with this.

Hanbin rocks them slowly side-to-side, face remaining in the space between Hao’s jaw and neck before gently turning him around. Hanbin smiles, swaying a loose hair away, and his hands squeeze at his waist. “Maybe we should continue from where we were interrupted?”

Hao gasps as Hanbin nips lightly at his skin. “Hanbin, we can’t. We’re literally in Gyuvin and Ricky’s bathroom.” He warns, turning his face away, no matter how good it feels.

“Gege,” Hanbin drawls, catching him by the hips and pinning him back into place. “They won’t mind.”

“They definitely will. You know how Ricky is when the house gets dirty. Gyuvin will just be extremely disappointed, and probably blackmail us into doing whatever he wants for a month.” Hao says, but doesn’t push Hanbin away when he’s tugged closer, so they are chest-to-chest. “Personally, I don’t want to be at Kim Gyuvin’s beck-and-call for a month.”

Hanbin smooths his hands up to Hao’s waist again, massaging the skin while staring into his eyes. “Matt and Gunwook have done it before.” He tilts his head.

“Yeah, but-” Hanbin cuts him off with a peck. “We can’t just-” Then another, “Hanbin!” Hao exhales sharply when Hanbin lifts him from the ground flawlessly, sitting him on the marble counter. He spreads Hao’s thighs and situates himself between them, drawing irregular shapes that Hao can feel through his slacks.

Hanbin’s head drops to Hao’s chest, leaving two slow, heated kisses as his hair tickles Hao’s neck. Hanbin looks up with low eyes, his chin propped just below Hao’s collarbones “You’re so beautiful, baby,” He whispers with a sultry tone that makes Hao shiver, “Everywhere. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Hanbin captures his lips between his, eagerness and greed evident in his movements. Hao replies in kind, blood rushing through his veins and excitement bubbling up. Their hands intertwine like second nature, and Hanbin’s free hand curls around Hao’s back to draw him even closer. Hao’s palm cups Hanbin’s cheek, urging him nearer and tilting his head, sighing in contentment when the kiss deepens.

Hanbin shifts, leaning forward to hover above him slightly as Hao feels the familiar sensation of his tongue flicking against his lips. Hanbin doesn’t falter for a second, rediscovering the space and insides of his mouth, squeezing his hand 3 times in their secret “I love you” gesture.

Hao physically melts, allowing himself to fall against him as a whine escapes through his lips. Hanbin pulls himself away to trail kisses down his jaw, fingers skillfully unbuttoning his blouse, and Hao almost forgets where they are. “Bin-”

“Gege,” Hanbin replies in a growl-like voice, locking his teeth into the sensitive skin while sucking and lapping over with his tongue. Hao can’t help but moan, tangling his fingers through Hanbin’s hair to make him continue. But Hanbin doesn’t. “If you don’t want to continue, say the word, and I’ll stop, baby.”

Hao bites his lip, weighing the decisions. When he sees Hanbin’s tongue swiping between his lips, coating them wet, the scale collapses, and Hao sighs. “I don’t know how you convince me every time.”

Hanbin chuckles darkly, “Isn’t there a saying from the movie?” He whispers, lips descending from his collarbones to his chest, where Hao holds back a gasp. “Sly fox, dumb bunny.” Hanbin grins up at him, kissing him again.

“Good morning, chat!” Hao and Hanbin wave joyfully to the camera, endearing smiles plastered on their faces as they read the new messages. “Today, I am going to be doing Hanbin’s makeup, since he doesn’t really know much about it.”

New viewers swarm in, greeting the other viewers and gifting donations.

Hao reaches for his makeup bag, holding it up to the camera like a trophy. “This is my bag - Hanbin bought it for my birthday last year.”

Hanbin chuckled, “Before, you were just keeping 50 products in a plastic seal bag.” He swallows slightly as Hao begins preparing his lineup of beauty brands.

“I already did the base, so we can get started. For those watching who don’t know much about makeup, you should always prepare your skin before applying it; for example, moisturiser, a primer, and sunscreen.” Hao flails his hands around as he explains.

Hanbin watches in amusement, admiring his passionate boyfriend as the first brush of foundation stains his cheek. “Feel free to ask questions as well, chat!”

The gentle strokes of the brush have Hanbin closing his eyes in serenity, allowing Hao to blend the foundation into his skin. “Do you have any upcoming plans?” Hao hummed, “Aside from Yujin’s graduation, we’re going to Paris!”

Hanbin grinned, opening his eyes to bask in the excitement showering Hao’s face, his graceful smile and vanilla-scented perfume Hanbin bought for Christmas. “It’s only 1 month away now,” Hanbin whispers, low and intimate, “Until our 4th anniversary.”

“It is,” Hao leaned forward to peck his lips before getting back to work, “I remember us going to Paris for our first.”

Hanbin smirked, voice dropping so only Hao could hear, “Which first? I remember we did quite a lot on that trip, baby.” Pulling back and seeing Hao’s widened eyes and flushed face, he throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly.

Hao smacks him on the shoulder and rolls his eyes, scanning through the questions and randomly selecting the next one he sees, “What is your favourite memory of each other?”

Hao applies a subtle blush on Hanbin’s cheeks, applying the powder as Hanbin flinches in response, “Are you angry at me?” He jokes in relation to each jab of the brush. Hao giggles, dramatically increasing the power of the brush before slowing again and thinking of his response.

“One of my favourite memories will forever be how we met,” Hao starts, a nostalgic look appearing on his face. “We were in university, and we became friends through Ricky and Gyuvin - this was when they weren’t dating yet.”

“Oh, so their ‘dating but not yet, but we don’t talk about it, but dating’ phase?” Hanbin asked, and Hao nodded with a giggle upon remembering how hopeless the two were.

“We hung out almost every day after lectures, went to a nearby cafe to ‘study’, but we never did. You started sending me small love letters every day. They’d appear everywhere - and I always knew it was you because of your handwriting, so I waited until you’d say something.” Hao paused, cupping Hanbin’s soft cheeks between his palms and pouting, “But you never did, so I just asked you to your face. You got so flustered.”

Hanbin’s face moulds with each press and squeeze of Hao’s hands, “To be fair, I had no clue if you liked me back! Hao was so popular back then, everyone.” He defends himself with a mocking, sad expression, but he can’t control the smile that blooms when he and Hao lock eyes.

“Reminds me of when you were going to book me for-” “Ahh!!” Hanbin screams to cut Hao off, tackling him with a hug and covering his mouth, heart automatically pounding as he feels the soft smack of Hao’s lips on his palm.

The tips of Hanbin’s ears are burning red as he whines, “The viewers don’t need to know about that! It’s so embarrassing…”

Hao laughs, fingers brushing through his hair and clearing any knots, playfully styling the soft strands. “It was so cute when Gyuvin told me,” Hao says, “But okay, your turn.”

Hanbin maneuvers back to his original place, albeit reluctantly, as Hao starts to dip a smaller brush into a natural eyeshadow palette. “My favourite memory?” Hanbin questions quietly, like sorting through his memories to land on the perfect one.

Hanbin gasps suddenly, making Hao flinch on instinct, “Oh, you scared me.”

“That one time we were asked to babysit for my mother’s friend,” Hanbin says, smiling giddily, “The kid was like, 3 years old? She loved being around Hao - she treated him like an untouchable, cool uncle.”

“Wasn’t that also when she would dump books in my lap when she wanted to read?” Hao asked, carefully directing the eyeshadow with the brush. “She was so cute, we made her cookies that day, right?”

“We did,” Hanbin pokes his cheek, “And she tried to separate us because we were ‘kissing too much’. Then, we watched Rapunzel, and she fell asleep halfway through.” Both Hao and Hanbin erupt into a fit of giggles, radiant smiles, and eyes locked on each other, as if nothing else was worth looking at.

“It was a heart-warming day - I loved looking after her, she was so friendly. But it also felt like a glimpse into our future, as a couple.” Hanbin whispers the last part, catching the small falter in Hao’s movements.

He smiles, takes Hao’s hand, and kisses it. “You don’t have to say anything right now. We can talk about this later - in private.” Hao nods as he confidently presses a kiss to Hanbin’s lips, then carries on with his routine.

“Actually, I’m almost finished with your makeup!” Hao exclaims, clasping his hands together and leaning back to admire his work, “You look so beautiful, Hanbin-ah.”

“I’m always beautiful,” Hanbin scoffs jokingly, holding Hao’s waist like he can’t help himself, as Hao kneels to apply lip gloss.

Just then, a donation comes through with a message that repeats out loud, “What is your biggest stress reliever?”

Like clockwork, Hao and Hanbin share the same, dirty-minded look with a matching smirk that eventually calms into a grin. Hanbin’s hands squeeze where they’re planted at Hao’s waist, revelling in his flustered expression. “The biggest and my favourite…” Hanbin whispers as a secret.

“Stop, we can’t say that on stream.” Hao attempts to drop the topic, but Hanbin isn’t following.

Another thing Hao loves, but only tells Hanbin in private, is how possessive Hanbin can be at times. Unconcerned about whether or not he left hickies on Hao’s neck - which Hao then has to experience the humiliation of people asking about it on stream, constant reminders whispered to him in the comfort of their bedroom, even something as simple as snaking an arm around his waist while he’s talking to others. As content creators in an online space where even a small percentage of people don’t know they’re together, Hanbin is dedicated to reminding everyone who Hao belongs to.

Hanbin hums, smug and deep, “Well, we can’t say what it is, not on stream.” He says, eyes raking over Hao’s entire figure, “But I think they understand anyway. We’re not exactly subtle, are we, gege?”

Hao sighs in feigned annoyance, but his insides are bubbling with exhilaration, “This was supposed to be a light-hearted, wholesome stream. How did it take this turn?” He gestures for Hanbin to smack his lips together to spread the lip gloss, which he obeys immediately.

“I can’t help it,” Hanbin chuckles, leaning forward for his lips to brush Hao’s ear, merely a feather-light touch, but Hao feels the heat spreading to the tips of his fingers. “Everyone needs to know that you’re mine.”

He plants a small kiss on the shell of Hao’s ear before reclining back, rippling with laughter as Hao struggles to form a sentence on his tongue.

← Kim Jiwoong - Rising BL Actor!





hey guys what should we do for yujin’s graduation!

It’s coming up really soon and i think it’d be nice if we all went and also got a gift or something for him





웅이형 🐈‍⬛
flowers are always a good idea, maybe a gift card or something


건우구 🐻
alcohol gift card

He’d love it




no he wouldn't stop forcing my son into alcoholism

멍멍 🐶
I thought the jeju trip WAS our graduation gift for yujin

건우구 🐻
we go to jeju every 3 months it’s not as special

멍멍 🐶
IT’S SPECIAL TO ME

건우구 🐻
it’s special to all of us IDIOT

but we do it so often it’s not really a surprise present

멍멍 🐶
maybe we should get him an arcade gift card

건우구 🐻
or a gambling gift card

멍멍 🐶
what the hell is wrong with you

웅이형 🐈‍⬛
or, we could all put in for that camera he really wanted


the one from his birthday list

건우구 🐻
Are you talking about the 5,000 fucking dollar camera

웅이형 🐈‍⬛
its $4,699



haha 69

멍멍 🐶
keep it in your pants fucking freak




woah WHAT

you CANNOT talk after your newest tweet on the private acc



건우구 🐻
the what

what have i missed


멍멍 🐶
don’t look pls

웅이형 🐈‍⬛
okay i found a link for the camera

ww.cameralink/in-stock/28358917/

멍멍 🐶
we’d have to put in $587 each

my wallet is about to descend into the pits of hell





hao said he’s happy to put in but he’ll have to wait for his paycheck to come in :)

i can pay my amount should i transfer you now hyung?





웅이형 🐈‍⬛
yeah that’s fine :)

did anyone else have any other present ideas before we start transferring money though?


멍멍 🐶
i think ricky was going to try sneak him onto set


and also vip tickets for a band that’s touring

웅이형 🐈‍⬛
holy fuck okay

why am i even surprised

건우구 🐻
you VILE and DISGUSTING man

웅이형 🐈‍⬛
oh ok

멍멍 🐶
Are you talking to me

건우구 🐻
YES YOU

YOU’RE SO GROSS

YOU DO REALISE PEOPLE FROM OUR FANBASE FOLLOW YOUR PRIVATE… RIGHT…


멍멍 🐶
LOOK I WAS GOING THROUGH IT OKAY

건우구 🐻
going through it does NOT equal horny as fuck





OKAY GUYS SO BACK ON TOPIC

gunwook we’re each putting in $587 for yujin’s present, are you okay with that?




건우구 🐻
yup that’s fine with me i’ll let matthew know


gyuvin you are GROSS


멍멍 🐶
ITS NOT AS BAD AS WHAT HAO SAID


I HAD TO CLEANSE MY FUCKING EYES




okay but he said he didnt say that



건우구 🐻
you’re brainwashed

#that message was a peek into your private life that i DID NOT need





I DIDN’T KNOW

건우구 🐻
YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SEEING A FUCKING BELLY BULGE. DURING SEX. HELLO.






NO I MEAN I DIDNT KNOW THAT WOULD BE POSTED

AND SHUT UP NOW HAO IS EMBARRASSED EVERY TIME WE HAVE SEX





건우구 🐻
I DONT NEED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT YOUR FUCKASS SEX LIFE


YOU AND HAO HYUNG ARE LIKE MY PARENTS

“Hyung, can I have a heal? Thank you!” Hanbin’s voice echoes down the hallway from his studio, where he, Jiwoong, Gunwook and Gyuvin were streaming Valorant. Hao had been lurking on his phone, tuning into Gunwook’s perspective, but mainly playing as background noise while he edits a draft for a script.

Hao had been online the majority of the day - replying to fans on Twitter, posting a new carousel of photos on his Instagram, meetings with his manager over call and editing multiple scripts and videos at once. “Two in mid,” Hanbin calls over the sound effects of Gunwook’s gun reloading.

Hao closes his laptop with a sigh, already deeming he’s had enough online activity for one day and glances down to where Sansan had cuddled up next to him. Hao hums in awe and gently pats her behind the ear, startling when he hears Hanbin’s shouts.

Pressing a kiss into her fur, Hao leaves the couch and starts down the hallway, footsteps carrying over the silence of their cozy house. His hand curls on the door handle, and it pushes open with a slight creak, not that Hanbin heard it anyway. His headphones are cupped to her ears, eyes glued to the screen, and cheeks hollowed in focus as his gun lines in sight with a corner on the map.

Hao smiles against himself and creeps up behind Hanbin’s chair, arms wrapping around his neck and places a kiss onto his hair. Hanbin’s head tips up instinctively and expectantly, which Hao responds to by pecking his cheek.

The gunshot from Hanbin’s game shouts through his headphones, and Hanbin exhales with a grin, calling to the others that all the players are dead. He turns to Hao, “Hey gege, everything okay?” His lips brush over Hao’s arm, goosebumps crawling up his skin.

“Mhm, you’re not streaming?” Hao asks, wondering why his screen was so empty.
Hanbin nods, pursing his lips, and they meet halfway, breaking away from the kiss with a small wet sound.

“Mute your mic if you’re going to share spit with Hao hyung.” Gyuvin’s voice calls, followed by an exaggerated gag from Gunwook.

Hanbin chuckles and apologises, and the next round loads in the blink of an eye. Hao watched, entranced by Hanbin’s fast movements and reaction time. However, he dies early in the round, and Hao gestures to mute his mic.

“How much longer will you be?” Hao whispers, even though he doesn’t have to, but the moment feels so fragile it urges him to.

Hanbin hums in thought, “Maybe another hour and a half?” He replies, dancing his fingers through Hao’s hair. “Why, are you bored?”

Hao shakes his head, leaning into Hanbin’s touch. “I’ve done too much work. I missed you, you know. My last meeting went for 2 hours.”

Hanbin giggles, “I was only in the next room from you, baby.” He says, cupping Hao’s cheek and turning his head toward his. Their lips meet in a longer exchange, supplied with the background noise of gunshots and comms from their friends. “What do you want to do?”

Hao doesn’t reply; instead, he swings his leg over Hanbin’s thigh, successfully straddling him on his chair (which, surprisingly, holds enough space for the two of them). Hanbin takes a sharp inhale, hands encasing Hao’s waist and lower back to keep him steady. “This is your idea?” He murmurs, and Hao nods with a shy smile.

Hanbin’s lips capture his, palms wondering over his hips and back to his waist. Hao grins into the kiss, responding to Hanbin’s pace and letting a whimper escape his mouth. Hanbin pulls away first, eyes hazed and grin sheepish, resting his chin on Hao’s shoulder and unmuting his microphone to resume his game.

Hao begins to scroll on Twitter again, laughing under his breath and some fan tweets as Hanbin continues making callouts to the others. “I’ll hold while you plant, Gyuvin.” He says as he pats Hao’s back, giving a brief massage while he can before the game requires his hands on the keyboard.

Hao’s eyes almost bulge from their sockets comically when he stumbles upon a post.

And that was how the idea formed.

Hao tucked his phone away, adjusting on Hanbin’s lap without suspicion. With a balanced hold around Hanbin’s neck, he surged forward, their hips meeting in a slow and teasing grind, and their bodies were pulled flush together. Hao felt the second-too-long pause, a moment of realisation, and he had to physically hold himself together from laughing.

The surge of confidence Hao felt was indescribable, rolling his hips forward again, and Hanbin inhaled sharply at the action. “Gege,” And he swore chills ran all over his body.

Hao hummed in question, mouthing down the side of his neck as his hips moved automatically. Hanbin’s hands flailed to his hips, forcing him to halt his movements. “We can’t.” He whispers. “And I have to focus.”

Hao leaned back to look Hanbin in the eye. As he did so, he overheard Jiwoong shouting down the microphone about an ace. “Why not? You’re not live right now.” His lips return to mapping out the weakest spots on Hanbin’s throat.

Hao urged back into a unhurried and deliberate roll of his hips, pleased when Hanbin’s head dipped back to the headrest. “Hanbin hyung? Are you still there?” Gunwook's muffled voice asked from his headphones, and he swiftly snapped back into his game.

“Uh- yeah, sorry. I was just checking something.” Hanbin’s voice was shaky, a giveaway that something more had definitely occurred, but no one could know for certain.

Hao smirked and focused on his grinding alone, the delicious friction and the feeling of Hanbin’s hard, thickening outline growing in his pants from below. Hao couldn’t help but release a whine, directly into Hanbin’s ear, and his hips buckled against Hao’s.

Hanbin cleared his throat all but quietly, determined to cover Hao’s needy sounds and whining. “T-There’s 3 on site,” Hanbin calls, bottom lip chewed in restraint as he forced himself to concentrate. His control was crumbling, very quickly, and Hao could recognise the signs like the back of his hand.

His pace fastened, their hips meeting in a steady rhythm that has Hao unwilling to quiet his small moans. Hanbin was growing restless, his need demanding attention, and his head threw back when he died. “Fuck, Hao.” The others were overlapping each other, yelling directions and comms. No one heard Hanbin’s mutter.

Hanbin’s palms re-situated at his hips, guiding their bodies to clash together, and the pent-up groan that emitted from his lips made Hao almost moan in response. Pathetic, he knows, but who can blame him?

And just to be a brat, Hao forcefully stops his hips, the building heat in his stomach decreasing when he stops. Hanbin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, then frustration as his eyes slowly opened. “Why did you stop?” His voice dropped an octave, turning into a husky whisper that made Hao’s pulse race. “Please, please keep going.”

Hao removed himself from Hanbin’s lap, all while Hanbin monitored him, eyes dazed and pleading. Hao’s finger hooked underneath his headphone set, leaning into his ear and whispering, “Finish your game first, baby. Didn’t you want to focus?”

Hao exited the room, awfully aware of the heat-induced trance he left Hanbin in, giggling as he ran to their bedroom. Only a few minutes passed until Hanbin rushed into their room, climbing over Hao’s body and sealing their lips in a bruising kiss.

“That was a naughty stunt you pulled, Hao.” Hanbin pulled away, staying as close as possible and nuzzling their noses together. “Maybe I should put you back in your place.”

← 건우구 🐻


건우구 🐻
hyung be honest

were you and hao hyung actually....




i'm sorry gunwook



건우구 🐻
i'mm going to explode your fucking house into smithereens






YOU CAN'T EVEN TALK

you and matt did the same thing during my live like 3 months ago



건우구 🐻
okay but idk it’s different because it’s like my parents


matthew has been asking me all day why my name has been pooled into the twitter trending searches paired with “haobin sex tape”




quite frankly i don’t know how to explain it





blame hao hyung

건우구 🐻
no you loser

you have the strength to stop him you just didn’t want to





obviously i wouldn’t want to he’s my beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend



건우구 🐻
i think you should receive therapy about your very obvious voyeurism kink







i think you should stop reading ao3

and that is not true i don’t want anyone to see hao hyung how only i can

← Kim Jiwoong - Rising BL Actor!





hey guys

hao hyung is making me ask what time you’ll be arriving at the airport tomorrow for our flight




웅이형 🐈‍⬛
Taerae and i will be there at 6 am


멍멍 🐶
our flight is at 9 right?


건우구 🐻
yes it is

matt and i will be there at 6 too


멍멍 🐶
okay ricky and i will do the same


건우구 🐻
can we make a few rules before our trip


멍멍 🐶
go for it…


건우구 🐻
since this is our beautiful, sacred annual jeju trip



웅이형 🐈‍⬛
we go on this trip every 2 months

how is that annual


건우구 🐻
and also since yujin will be there




yes…


건우구 🐻
please for the sake of everyone’s mental health can we not have loud sex on this trip i really don’t want to hear ANYONE



i’m looking at you hanbin hyung





WHY ME SPECIFICALLY


건우구 🐻
we all know why…. Fucking freak





if anything we should be looking at jiwoong hyung


taerae is literally a professional singer

hyung said to me once that he loves getting him loud






웅이형 🐈‍⬛
that’s true


건우구 🐻
what the hell is wrong with all of you


멍멍 🐶
excuse me “ALL” ????


건우구 🐻
yes ALL

DON’T THINK YOUR HORNY TWEETS DON’T COUNT


멍멍 🐶
oh you think you’re SO innocent


건우구 🐻
what does that mean


멍멍 🐶
it means your disgusting comments in matthew’s posts


ALL OF THEM


건우구 🐻
at least its not fuck me hard


멍멍 🐶
AT LEAST ITS NOT PREPARE YOURSELF FOR DADDY


건우구 🐻
I DIDN’T EVEN SAY THAT


웅이형 🐈‍⬛
okay wait we're getting a bit sidetracked


so 6:00 am, tomorrow airport, for our 9:00 am flight.




yeah wait wtf you were flaming me for a supposed voyeurism kink but you literally get called daddy


건우구 🐻
ITS BETTER THAN MOANING ON LIVE



YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE JUST TURNED ON THE FUCKING CAMERA AT THAT POINT







I DON’T EVEN HAVE A VOYEURISM KINK

YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING LIAR


건우구 🐻
DOESN’T SEEM LIKE IT


멍멍 🐶
didn’t you and matthew do the exact same thing a few months ago


웅이형 🐈‍⬛
holy shit you guys are hopeless


건우구 🐻
THAT DOESN’T EVEN COUNT




WHY WOULD THAT NOT COUNT

“Do you think they’d like these?” Hao asks, holding up a strawberry-flavoured sweets bag in the shopping aisle whilst the rest of their friends were back at the villa.

Hanbin hums, “They’d like anything. Ricky would like those especially, they’re strawberry flavoured.” He replies, absent-mindedly throwing products from the shelves into their shopping cart.

Following along the aisles, Hanbin separates with the cart as Hao stays behind to inspect more sweets. There are a lot of signs with flashing red that read “(up to) 70% off!”, covering possibly every small space in sight. Hao examines a bag of chips for sale and deems them good enough to add to their list.

Hao catches up to Hanbin, who is scanning amongst the variety of bread loaves with pursed lips. He (not ver) subtly drops the bag of chips into their cart, and Hanbin immediately turns around to meet his eyes. “What did you add?”

Hao gasps in mock defence, “You think I added something?”

Hanbin chuckles and rounds the cart, pulling Hao into a trapped embrace. “You were being quiet, so yes, I think you added something against my knowledge.”

“That is not true,” Hao quips, leaning into his touch by instinct, “I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Hanbin sighs under his breath, though the effect doesn’t work as much since he has the biggest smile plastered on his face, and pulls Hao in to connect their lips. Hao melts instantly, his arms looping around Hanbin’s nape to card his fingers through the hair that lay there.

Hanbin pulls away first, suddenly holding up the same packet of chips Hao tried to hide underneath the cereal boxes. “Oh? What’s this?” He questions with a shit-eating grin, and Hao tuts as Hanbin laughs.

When they finally made it back to the villa, the others were harmonising at the karaoke machine. Matthew had his phone out, filming everyone at a flattering 0.5 angle and laughing so hard he kneeled over when his stomach hurt. Hanbin and Hao set down the groceries in the modern, marble kitchen, then snuggled onto the couch together.

Jiwoong and Gyuvin eventually joined them, leading to Hao being kicked from his spot and instead grouping with Matthew and Taerae at the karaoke machine. Jiwoong and Hanbin had already begun sipping from a soju bottle; meanwhile, Gyuvin, who didn’t drink, took leverage in his Coke bottle.

“Who knew we would be where we are now?” Jiwoong states after a moment of prolonged silence. “Famous, best friends, going on trips every few months together - I couldn’t dream of a better life.”

Gyuvin chuckles suddenly, “Remember when you first met Taerae? You talked about him every day.” Hanbin laughed with him at the throwback, and Jiwoong rolled his eyes at the teasing that followed.

“That was when I landed my first role as an actor. He was singing the opening credit soundtrack.” Jiwoong replied, eyes never once swaying from Taerae.

Taerae was completely in his element, harmonising with the other two and adding his own flair to their performance. Jiwoong was hooked, blinking rapidly, although the stars that hibernated in his eyes didn’t disappear. “I’m so glad I had a chance to talk to him.”

Hanbin raised a brow, “Well, Hao said he talked about you quite a lot, too. So, I think you would’ve had that chance eventually.”

“How are you and Hao going, Hanbin?” Jiwoong diverted the topic with ease, “I heard you were having sex on stream again.”

Hanbin’s heart thud against his chest at the reminder, eyes widening and spurring out, “No, we didn’t!”

Gyuvin scoffed, “Yeah, right. I saw those groaning clips on Twitter, don’t think you can fool us.”

The tips of Hanbin’s ears burned when he and Hao locked eyes from across the room, and the endearing smile Hao gifted him made Hanbin want to curl up into a ball and cry. Or, bring him upstairs, throw him onto their shared bed, and completely disregard the rule that Gunwook embedded.

Maybe he was leaning more towards the second option.

“As if you and Ricky haven’t done the same thing,” Jiwoong mutters, taking a slow, deep sip before continuing, “Even worse, on my birthday.”

Gyuvin reddens, mumbling incoherent noises and stutters, “We didn’t! That’s a lie!”

Jiwoong’s brows furrowed, gasping at the audacity Gyuvin had to deny it, “Yes, you did! There was a clip of you moaning that trended for a fucking month.”

Gyuvin squeals, “No, no, no! Okay, fine, you’re right, let’s not talk about this ever again!”

Later, when the group properly gathered together at the dining table, they decided to play a game of truth or dare to end their first night in Jeju. “This seriously brings me back to our university days,” Gunwook states, and Matthew beams at the comment.

“We had our first kiss through this game!” He exclaims, grasping onto Gunwook’s bicep and grinning so hard it outshines the ceiling lights. Gunwook giggled and squeezed his waist, plopping a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, we’ll go clockwise!” Gyuvin starts, “Jiwoong hyung, truth or dare?” He asks, elbows propped on the table and leaning into the older.”

“Hmm, truth,” Jiwoong replies, arm snug around Taerae’s back and stroking the skin on his arm.

“Why did you and Taerae leave early from our Halloween party?”

“Maybe dare,”

“I dare you to tell me why you and Taerae left early from the Halloween party!”

“I don’t think that’s how this works,” Jiwoong says while the others bellow with laughter. A chorus of “oohs” erupts, and Taerae looks undoubtedly embarrassed. “I feel like anyone with half a brain could guess why.”

“You two left before we even did our group photo!” Gyuvin cries, mockingly sobbing behind his forearms. “You really couldn’t keep it in your pants?”

Jiwoong hummed, “Says you. I recall you and Ricky sneaking up to your room before we left. Some pitiful excuse about the costume props being upstairs.”

Before Gyuvin could rebuttal to his accusation, Jiwoong turns to Taerae, those same stars reappearing in his eyes. “Truth or dare, honey?”

The crowd groans, spilling expressions of disappointment and Jiwoong raises a brow in question. “We’re trying to play a game, stop being all lovey-dovey over there.” Ricky complains, and Gyuvin slaps his shoulder when he laughs.

“Excuse me, ‘lovey-dovey’? I just came back from filming overseas, let me be romantic with my boyfriend.” Jiwoong refutes, the arm around Taerae tensing and pulling him closer in retaliation.

“Yeah, but not in front of us!” Yujin whines, kicking Jiwoong in the leg underneath the table and laughing at the displeasure in Jiwoong’s expression.

Hao turns to Hanbin, bumping their shoulders together and smiling when the latter locks eyes with him. Their hands intertwine automatically, and Hao’s other hand loops around Hanbin’s bicep as his head softly strikes Hanbin’s shoulder.

Hanbin pecks his ear, then his cheek, going back to his earlobe to whisper, “Everything okay, baobei?”

Hao removes his head from its comforting place, tilting up to meet Hanbin’s eyes. The world around them is forgotten, the arguments at the dinner table, the accusing pointing fingers at couples, the harmless sexual jokes. The game has disappeared in the presence of Hanbin, admiring Hao with the most charming, endeared smile to ever be created.

“I love you.” Hao whispers, jotting his bottom lip to restrain himself from kissing Hanbin senseless in front of all their friends.

Hanbin cheeses, kissing his lips once anyway, then speaking lowly across the plump lips, “I love you too, gege.” He pulls back and ravishes in Hao’s creeping blush, squeezing his hand 3 times. “Forever and always.”