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⇒ Levanter Apartments
8:45am

Stirring out of his sleep, Felix rubbed both hands over his eyes, fluttering them open and closed repetitively in an attempt to center his vision on the undecorated wall in front. He stretched his arms and legs along the mattress with a groan, the feeling of something hard yet tender restricting his movement fueling a fit of adrenaline in his veins, chest already hurting as his heart's beat quickened against it. "What the fuck?" He complained lowly, twisting under the sheets only to be met with the solid, unclothed back of a larger man next to him.

It was only then that the events of the previous night flooded out of his still jumbled up memories; how his boyfriend had touched him so intimately- lovingly- how he himself had basked in the pleasure of having veiny hands rediscover all parts of his fragile frame as well as plump lips kissing and carving temporary marks along his freckled skin, molding his frame into a canvas with the only eligible artist being Chan himself.

A small smile started to spread on the boy's face as the feelings and sensations ghosted the surface of his skin, but soon inverted mid-stretch as the inevitable, future consequences of his lie closed the door behind the recollection of those lustful memories.

Looking over at the bare back of his boyfriend once again, Felix glanced under the cream blanket and sighed at the satisfactory sight of a clean pair of boxers hugging his upper thighs, as well as a white vest shielding his torso. He nipped at his bottom lip softly, the overwhelming amounts of guilt replacing the previous rush of energy in his veins troubling his stomach.

He felt nauseous, and the more the guilt grew, the more he felt a churning in his tummy. The more he imagined an upsetting taste on his tongue- more his throat widened and normalized in size as if to attempt to bring up its own imaginary waste.

But Felix brushed that aside with a large gulp, parting his lips and breathing through his mouth in hope that the cold air would dry up the moisture together with the new, unwelcome urges of throwing up. His squinted eyes then darted towards the slightly open blinds, and his smile somewhat returned at the realization that he had the opportunity to see his loved one in the sunlight- that Chan could see and adore his freckles- properly bring shame to his insecurities, in the presence of sunlight.

"Channie," he hummed near the older's back, reaching a hand to grip the male's bicep, softly shaking his body back and forth until a low groan of disapproval sounded from his front. "Channie it's time to wake up," Felix whined again, that time pulling the other to lay on his back rather than a strained side and climbing to lay on his shirtless torso. He cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, giggling at the way those chocolate eyes he adored remained closed, as well as the lips that he had loved to feel against his.

Still keeping his eyelids shut, Chan tiredly brought both hands to the younger's waist above his, stroking it softly and smiling into the palms cupping his own face, cheeks stretching further up at the feeling of small thumbs digging into his dimples. "Lix," he finally spoke up, reluctantly batting his eyes open. "Good morning..."

"Good morning Channie," Felix mumbled before softly pecking the other's lips, giggling when Chan unhesitatingly held on to it to form a deeper kiss, neither of their morning breaths having any negative effect on the intimacy. "How did you sleep?"

Still struggling to completely focus his vision, Chan's eyes trailed to the same blinds that Felix had taken note of a few minutes before, and his own smile grew wider as he returned complete attention to the freckled beauty above him. He scanned the boy's face carefully, the ray of light angled from the window to Felix's upper face making his desired task even easier.

"One..." he started, bringing a hand up from Felix's waist to his cheek, tracing over the decorated expanse of skin before settling his index in one area. "Two... three..." his counts were hardly a whisper to the confused, blushing boy above him, and Felix, too flattered by and emerged into the unexplained gesture, could only smile brightly and chew anxiously on the inside of his cheek. Moving his finger with each word, Chan went on a little longer, the continuous mouthing soon tiring. "...twenty-one... baby you have an entire galaxy on your face."

Felix shivered at the heartfelt compliment, cheeks flushing red, and butterflies raging in his stomach- but again, to tiredly ruin the moment, that sweet feeling in his abdomen soon altered into one of disgust, as if all of those butterflies became infected with some type of disease and wanted nothing more than to rush up and out of his mouth. But just as before, Felix swallowed the old taste down and quickly erased the subtle look of worry in his expression. "Channie you're making me shy," he sang lowly while nuzzling his face against the older's chest, blushing even harder when the muscular frame beneath him heaved with a chuckle.

"I'm just being honest, Lix. I'm glad I got to see you in the sunlight after all~" Chan sighed with his words, the younger completely unaware of the internal struggle to build a reasonable excuse for his prolonged absence at the studio growing in the artiste's head. "So... what do you plan on doing today? I know you don't work on Saturdays..."

Yawning and shifting up from the older to climb off of the bed before replying, Felix winced as he tried to stabilize his tired legs on the carpet, a new frustrating pain lining down from his bottom to lower thighs weakening all forms of movements that his insteps tried to work up. He brought a hand to his waist as he moved forward, face scrunched and breaths heavy until another, more bulky arm slid itself around his waist, followed by a low, "Sweetheart go lay down, you're still sore from last night."

Felix only smiled softly at the warm gesture, slightly raising his free hand in protest. "No, Chan. I can make it. It doesn't hurt that bad." But the low whimper that bypassed the boy's lips when he attempted another step forward completely contradicted his claim, and he could only be thankful that the other's arm still stayed in a firm yet gentle grip around his waist. "Chan I said I'm fine. Don't you have to leave soon or something?"

Ignoring the low whines from the younger, Chan picked the boy up over his shoulder, walking the short distance back to the bed and laying him against the ruffled sheets. "One," he started teasingly, leaning down and peppering Felix's cheeks with kisses, "I know it hurts, Lix. You're small, and it was your first time, so obviously you'll be sore. And two, I can't leave until tonight... remember it's daytime, people will see me."

Scoffing and looking to the side, Felix faked a small smile as he sighed, cheeks too disappointed at the memory that their first real relationship was nowhere close to normal to open the specialized, red umbrella over their pores despite the countless kisses tickling their surface. "Well, aren't they going to question your whereabouts?" He finally spoke up, tone a bit dimmer than before. "And stop kissing me... I'm trying to talk to you."

Chan furrowed his brows as he lifted his face from the younger's, lips pursed and eyes scanning over the sudden look of disinterest on his boyfriend's face. "Did I say something wrong, Lix? I'll figure out what to tell them when I see them- probably something like I spent the night at a friend's house to ease my mind a bit," he hummed before resuming his kisses, hands cupping the locked jaw of the latter's.

Finally giving in and melting into the touches all over his freckled cheeks, Felix only pouted childishly, a small giggle leaving both their lips when the slight rise in his cheek was becoming more visible at each peck against them. "Well thank you for sacrificing your time and risking your career like that just to spend the night with me, Channie," was all he said before tilting his head to capture the older's lips into his, their similar sizes making the act so easy and enjoyable- their warm breaths tickling each other's cheeks sending both their giggles into the kiss- their tongues soon meeting each other and forming the physical bond that they loved so, so much.

It was beautiful, their first kiss in the presence of sunlight- their first kiss where Chan felt a genuine spark in his chest, and didn't out it- didn't restrict it from starting a low blaze in his heart that'd hopefully soon grow and mirror the larger one of the younger's. A blaze that though persistent, was still vulnerable- still easy to be outed by the slightest bit of dishonesty or publicity or maltreatment in their relationship. But it felt good- nice- needed, and he was genuinely willing to continue adding fuel to it.

Pulling away from the kiss with a tad bit of reluctance, the older whispered against the boy's lips, each's eyes immovably focused on the other's. "As I asked before, what do you plan on doing today?"

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⇒ Sunshine Apartments
10:55am

With one hand hovering tensely in front of the door to the stranger's apartment, and the other keeping a firm grip on a small container of chocolate-chip cookies, Hyunjin mumbled a few words of encouragement before knocking, gulping down thick saliva with his hesitant action. "Good morning," he sounded with the gesture, knees weakening when footsteps could be heard near the front door on the inside.

With tired eyes and an aching stomach, Seungmin kept an unfazed expression as he opened the front door, his white, partially stained robe held in place securely by his free hand, ensuring that his small erection wouldn't be visible to the stranger. "Hello?" He finally spoke up, voice raspy and lips cracked. "Can I help you?"

"Uhm... I'm H-Hyunjin," the taller spoke up, clearing his throat and holding the container of cookies further out in front of his torso. "I just moved next door to you not too long ago... and I uh... I wanted to say hi..."

Eyes trailing down to the bowl of treats in his reach, Seungmin ran a tongue hungrily over his lips, the new, sudden craving simply demanding he accept, yet his state at that moment pleaded for his decline as it was seemingly too "shameful" for anyone to see and understand- it was too "embarrassing", letting someone who could conclude his obsessive interest in the boyband from the way he'd blast their music so persistently at all hours become so personally informed about his heats.

So sucking in a breath in an attempt to regain all self-control, Seungmin pouted subtly, tightening his grip on the bathrobe. "I'm Seungmin, and thank you for this kind gesture, but today isn't a good day to become aquatinted," he tried to remain assertive, but the drop in the latter's previously anxious expression into one of sheer disappointment and slight hurt, mixed with his own growing crave for the chocolate treats urged him to say something else. "You can- you can leave the cookies... if you want to."

Thinning his lips into a smile, Hyunjin nodded awkwardly, extending his arms even more for the other to receive the container. "You can bring the bowl over whenever you're done with it... or if you want me to come back for it at some point... whatever makes you comfortable."

Nodding and accepting the sweets, Seungmin hummed in response before locking eyes with the blonde again, only then observing in detail all of the taller's features; from those chocolate eyes to the adorably tiny mark living beneath the left one, its own dark color in that unique area emphasizing the beauty and flawlessness of the male's skin- how his lips, so plump, and pink, looked so welcoming and attractive, as well as the few stray blonde strands that lingered at either side of his flushed cheeks.

It was only a low "Ahem," from the other that disrupted Seungmin's gaze, and the sudden fright almost distracted even his own hand from its task of holding on to his bathrobe, just the realization of the risks that came with such mistake hurriedly fueling his next few words. "I- I'll bring it over. And thanks again for the gesture. I hope that we can be friends in the future."

Parting his lips to speak, Hyunjin flinched as the door slammed shut in his face, a low frown forming down from his lips. "Well... at least he took the cookies?"

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