Han Jisu

Your turn, hyung.

Those words meant a lot more than just it being my turn to leave my parents’ restaurant. I found that out the moment Hajun and I entered my bedroom. No, it actually began before then. Hajun practically threw himself into my arms the moment we stepped into the apartment. Though he hugged me as if his life depended on it, he didn’t kiss me.

We sat together on the edge of my bed within the absolute privacy of my bedroom. Hajun leaned his forehead on mine, his lips so close but still not touching mine.

Closing his eyes, he sighed, “Kiss me, hyung.”

So, it was my turn to kiss him first. My heart was racing even more than when he surprise kissed me in the restroom earlier. Even though there was no danger of us being caught here, something still felt terrifying about this moment.

It was my turn to take the lead this time, and it started with just a gentle push forward to bring my lips to his. I thought that would get him to kiss me back and take over, but he kept still.

“Hajun…?”

“Hm?” he replied innocently, though his smirk was anything but.

He was enjoying this just as much as all the other times he teased me. If only I’d known the boy I’d been crushing on for months was this sadistic… Actually, it wouldn’t have made any difference. I would’ve wanted to kiss him just the same.

And kiss him I did. I even dared to bite his lower lip, getting him to open his mouth. After a second of hesitation, I just went for it. I slipped my tongue in. That was what finally got him to kiss me back.

We fell together on the bed, only lying side by side for a moment until Hajun rolled me on top of him. I wasn’t sure where to put my hands, so they awkwardly stayed on either side of Hajun’s head, fingers just shy of touching his light brown hair sprawled over the navy blanket. As if he was telling me what to do with them, his own hands dug into my hair. I mirrored him. His hair was surprisingly soft despite it being dyed. I’d never dyed my hair before, but I heard it damaged it a lot. Yet his was perfectly smooth, just like his lips. And even though I’d never been drunk before either, I felt intoxicated by the sensation of both his hair and lips brushing against my skin.

“Ouch,” I blurted out when my finger got pricked on the back of one of Hajun’s ear piercings.

“Are you okay?” he asked, taking the hand I was checking. “Which finger was it?”

“I’m fine—”

He sucked on my index finger and gave the tip of it a slow lick. “This one?”

I was too shocked to speak. It was just my finger, but something began tingling within me as if he was touching an entirely different place, like last time…

He moved on to my middle finger, repeating the same slow suck and lick. “This one?”

I yanked my hand free, feeling things were going into dangerous territory. Well, I supposed it was already headed there from the moment we kissed. But either way, I honestly didn’t even remember which finger got pricked anymore.

“It… doesn’t matter,” I panted. “Just… keep kissing me…”

He grinned. “With pleasure.”

. . .

Kim Hajun

I wrapped my arms around Jisu Hyung’s waist, pulling him down even deeper into my chest. I could hear the clock on the wall ticking away, but it was as if time had completely stopped, allowing us to kiss for however long eternity was supposed to be. Neither of us could pull ourselves back, not even for a full gasp of air. This feeling was just too good to stop.

I wrapped a leg around his, and my hips swayed against him to the rhythm of our mixing tongues. I shuddered beneath him, realizing the tightness at my center was growing too much to hold still. I yearned for him to touch me, to have his hands all over me.

My hands moved up to his face, pushing it back just long enough for him to catch the desperation on my face begging him for something more—anything. He hesitated, his eyes lost in the space between the safe and unexplored.

“Hyung,” I sighed, “just keep kissing me.”

He did exactly that, connecting our burning emotions once more through hot lips. I gave his lower lip a sharp nip, getting an equally sharp gasp out of him in response.

I gained another gasp out of him by whispering into his ear, “Kiss my neck.”

It was my turn to be shocked when he did so right away without hesitation. He drew kisses all the way down my neck, and when my entire body shivered for more, he went beyond to my shoulder and collarbone. I pulled his head back up to kiss him hard on the lips. The tightness was becoming unbearable. I regretted wearing jeans today. If I could, I’d rip them off and let everything go free—or better yet, have him do it for me.

But would he be okay with that? There was only one way to find out.

I took his hand, carefully guiding it down to where I wanted it to be. The entire time, I had my eyes locked on his to make sure to catch even the tiniest hint of discomfort. The last thing I wanted was to force him into this.

His eyes widened upon contact, knowing exactly what I was asking for yet not pulling his hand away. I kept it there for a second longer to make sure he was alright with this. He gulped and gave me a gentle squeeze. Something was telling me he was probably okay with this.

And with that, today wound up becoming just as perfect as yesterday. The only difference was that this time, I was the one desperately calling out his name.

. . .

I was absolutely drained by the end of it, not even realizing I fell asleep. I woke up and saw that I was out for a good half hour. Jisu Hyung was nowhere in sight. He must’ve pulled the covers over me before stepping out of the room.

I walked out to the living room and heard something sizzling in the kitchen. I followed the noise and was met with the most invigorating smell and sight. Jisu Hyung was in the middle of frying some eggs to go with the fried rice he’d already cooked up. He didn’t notice my presence yet, so I surprised him with a back hug.

I breathed him in—his scent, his aura, and his warmth. Forget the food, I could just eat him up right now. I leaned my head on his shoulder and giggled at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, only to giggle as well when I nuzzled the side of his neck.

The two of us standing together like this in the kitchen brought upon the image of a happily married couple. Dazzled by the idea, I said, “Hyung, let’s get married.”

“H-Huh? What are you talking about? We’re still high schoolers.”

“I know. I mean after we graduate.”

He turned off the stove and stayed silent as if a million thoughts just hit him in one second. He sighed, “Well, I don’t know… It seems like such a far-out dream, two boys getting married. Can we even get married?”

The fear and anxiety were clear on his face. This wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for. To lighten the mood, I switched to the same cutesy voice I used to win my deserved eight minutes. “Aw, but Hajun really wants to marry hyung…”

His worried expression immediately got covered up by a blush. As smart as he was at school, he sure was easy to figure out in moments like this. He was too embarrassed to look at me, but I kept my eyes firmly locked on his.

“If we can’t in Korea, we’ll go somewhere else,” I reasoned. “Come on, hyung. You’ll do that for me, won’t you? Pretty please?”

It was the last bit of adorable pouting that finally got to him. He sighed in defeat, though his lips curled into a grin. “Sure, we’ll go to the U.S., then.”

“Hm, I prefer somewhere in Europe—”

My stomach growled, to which Jisu Hyung chuckled the loudest yet. I chucked back.

“Alright, wherever we get married, we should probably eat first,” he said, ruffling my head to get me to step back so he could go on to slide a fried egg onto each of our plates.

I gulped at the smell of the food. All that intimacy earlier sure made me hungry. “Right, eat first, marry later.”