Soobin thought he could go on like this forever but Yeonjun was getting fed up.

They were in the dance studio again and it was at the end of practice. It was a time where they weren't really practicing together anymore, but they still watched over their reflection in the mirror, trying to perfect their moves.

Yeonjun was messing around with him, hugging him from behind and pinching his cheeks while he cooed, muttering cutie Soobinnie until Soobin felt the heat on his cheeks rose up. He didn't do anything about it at first, just letting him indulge, until it was too much and he felt embarrassed because everyone was here, and he could hear Beomgyu's laugh and feel Taehyun and Hueningkai's knowing look from across the room.

Soobin didn't think much about it, he just simply turned around, leaning in just enough, their foreheads almost knocking together. When he looked at him, Yeonjun's face was expectantly red.

What he didn't expect though, was for Yeonjun to close his eyes tight enough to hurt, and yelled: "Can you please stop doing that?!"

Soobin reflexively retreated, stepping back hurriedly that he fell down, landing on his ass. It was deafeningly silent for a moment that all he could hear was his own breathing, until finally the silence broke when Taehyun waved at Beomgyu and Hueningkai, signalling them to leave the room.

The door was closed after them. It was only Yeonjun and Soobin in the studio now.

Yeonjun had his arms crossed and he looked frustrated, almost. Soobin didn't know what to do. For a moment, he felt a sense of dread. Scared that he had stepped over on a line, that Yeonjun probably hated him now. He knew it was playful, flirty, whatever it was they were doing, but maybe Yeonjun didn't like it and Soobin should've understood better.

"Soobin," Yeonjun said and it didn't sound like he was angry, just tired. Of what, Soobin couldn't figure out. "Why do you keep doing that?"

Soobin didn't know what to answer. He wanted to say, I like looking at you blush because of me. He wanted to say, I loved the way red looked on you. He wanted to say, I like feeling close to you. And maybe, most of all, he wanted to say, I like you. So much. More than you know.

But they all died in his mouth. Instead, he tried to blabber an apology, afraid of the rejection, afraid of the hurt on Yeonjun's face.

"Hyung, I'm sorry-"

"But why? You're making me crazy, Soobin, I don't understand why you keep..." Yeonjun waved his hands, wiping his face in indignation. "Like that time, in my room... When we drink beer. Or in the dance studio, when we were alone. And you-"

Soobin looked at his hands, embarrassed. They still hadn't talk about it, about what happened at Yeonjun's room and at the studio, and suddenly it flashed back on his mind - Yeonjun's little sounds, his half-lidded eyes, the pretty red on his cheeks. He remembered being on top of him, his lips touching Yeonjun's skin like feathers. The mirror on Yeonjun's back, that black and white shirt that he liked.

He didn't want to look at Yeonjun. Scared that he would reject him right here. He thought he could have this, somehow, have him - in this little game of theirs, like playing hide and seek. He got too comfortable in it that he got too selfish, and he kept wanting more, never realizing that Yeonjun probably didn't want the same.