"kid, wake up," chan shook jeongin's shoulder.

jeongin groaned and asked softly, "what chan?"

"we need to get moving if were gonna be able to find more shelter and fresh water."

jeongin begrudgingly got up folding up that blankets, shoving them into his backpack, and grabbing his pistol. chan quirked up an eyebrow.

"what?" jeongin asked coyly.

"why do you have a gun, kid, can you even shoot one?" chan smirked and jeongin just smirked back fluttering his eyelashes.

"no, but you can, so," jeongin ran his finger up chan's well built chest, "can you teach me, please, hyung?"

"yeah," chan said almost breathlessly, grabbing jeongin's hand.

it was an almost serene silence, all they could hear was the breathing of the other. chan moved his head down to jeongin level (fight me, i made chan taller.) and jeongin gasped lightly, chan put his hand on the other's waist as jeongin throws his arms around the older's neck. in a moment of bravery chan pulled jeongin closer to himself placing his lips on the shorter's. jeongin kissed back almost immediately, moving his lips against the other's.

when they pulled away, they both yearned for the beautiful feeling to come back.

"what was that for?" jeongin asked with a bright red face.

"i d- i don't know, i'm so so sorry."

jeongin grabbed chan's cheeks, "don't worry, it's okay."

"but it's not jeongin! i told my dad i would stop being a fucking homo and then you come along and you're fucking beautiful, and your personality is amazing, just it's not fucking okay! i am a man!"

"chan, it's okay, you are a man and you're making your family proud, but it's okay to be yourself. you shouldn't let it get to you."

"thanks, kid, but we can't let this happen again."

"that's okay," jeongin said awkwardly. "you're still gonna teach me to shoot though, right?"

tbc