"It works."

        Junghwan could have facepalmed himself right then and there.

        "Really?" Sunwoo asked excitedly as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. "That's great!"

        He enveloped Junghwan in a hug, pulling away a few seconds later. "Wait, you mean the diet plan, not the scale, right?"

        "Both," Junghwan forced a short laugh, mentally slapping himself for lying as the other hugged him again.

        "You know, you should be more happy about this than I am," Sunwoo pointed out as he sat down on the floor next to Junghwan. "What's wrong with you?"

        "Me? I am happy, see?" Junghwan faked a smile and Sunwoo raised an eyebrow. "I'm just surprised, is all. What, do you want a celebratory kiss or something?"

        "Maybe," the younger grinned cheekily. "Would you give me one if I do?"

        "Maybe," Junghwan teased back, slowly leaning towards the other.

        Sunwoo wrapped his arms around the vocalist's waist to pull him closer and the instant their lips met, every thought that was occupying Junghwan's mind disappeared and he just kinda melted because it's Sunwoo and how can he not. He forgot all about his not-so-little lie just like how he forgets about his problems, worries, and just about everything else that doesn't involve Sunwoo every time they decide to kiss each other like there's no tomorrow. And often during those times he would think about things such as wanting to be on the other male's lap or if the kiss can get any deeper or how he wouldn't mind if they do this forever, but those are just thoughts, not desires, and Junghwan dismisses them as a side effect of his oxygen-deprived brain whenever one of them just doesn't want to stop kissing.

        Much like now.

        "Su- ah," he sighed into the kiss as Sunwoo brought a hand to cup his face, tilting it for a better angle. Another hand made it's way down Junghwan's side, playing with the hem of his shirt, a thumb briefly brushing against his bare skin, before it settled on his upper thigh. The male felt the warmth from Sunwoo's hand through his jeans and he let out a light, airy moan. Spurred on by the sound, Sunwoo nipped Junghwan's bottom lip and soon they were engaged in a rough open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling as both men try to keep up with each other, neither wanting to pull away. Junghwan vaguely registered climbing onto his friend's lap and looping his arms around Sunwoo's neck, one hand in the male's hair and the other gripping onto the back of his jacket.

        A few seconds later Junghwan was starting to feel a familiar heat throughout his body and in the back of his mind he heard a faint echo of "not so overboard next time" that sounded a lot like him. Right, he did say that at one point, didn't he? Once again things have escalated quickly just like a couple weeks ago. It all felt too much for Junghwan, but at the same time he wanted more. Junghwan forced his brain to start functioning again as he remembers that this time, they weren't alone. They shouldn't get too absorbed in their make-out session lest someone walks in on them.

        Too much.

        He let go of Sunwoo and tried to move away only to feel a hand on the back of his head pull him down with such force that their teeths clashed and his lips felt numb, but despite the treatment he couldn't help but let out another soft, drawn-out moan.

        More.

        Junghwan put his hands on Sunwoo's shoulders in an attempt to push him away, but stubborn Sunwoo is stubborn and the younger male, while still holding Junghwan's head in place, managed to trap a hand under his arm and grabbed the other with his own.

        Really, Sunwoo needed to stop. Sure, Junghwan appreciated that his best friend is really into his diet plan, maybe (obviously) more than him, but it's too risky with the other members in the dorm and especially when he's starting to have that weird, contradicting feeling again. As a final resort, Junghwan did the only thing he could do at the moment. He bit Sunwoo's tongue.

        The reaction was instantaneous.

        "Ow!"

        Junghwan scrambled backwards to leave a decent amount of space between him and Sunwoo, breathing heavily.

        "Wat ya do dat thow?" Sunwoo cried out, looking shocked and confused, tongue hanging out from the pain of Junghwan's determination. "Ith it deeding?"

        "Hey, it was your fault, you wouldn't let me go," Junghwan squinted from his place four feet away from the rapper. "And no, you're not bleeding."

        Sunwoo put his tongue back in his mouth and pouted at Junghwan. "But you're wasting precious kissing time."

        Junghwan caught his reflection in a nearby mirror and saw a pair of swollen red lips and pink cheeks and turned to look at Sunwoo, who was in the same state plus the tousled hair.

        He couldn't help but think Sunwoo looked really good like this.

        While he himself looked absoloutely ravished. They both do.

        And he liked it.

        The male blinked and shook his head. He's thinking weird thoughts again and Sunwoo is still looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for Junghwan to come to his senses and return to his lap to continue kissing.

        "I think I should start making dinner," Junghwan announced while getting up, avoiding eye contact with Sunwoo. "Yeah, I'll go do that."

        "Jinyoung hyung and Chansik are already doing that," the younger stated, grabbing Junghwan's wrist as he passed by.

        "Ah, I think I hear them calling my name," Junghwan tried again, attempting to free himself from Sunwoo's grip only to be pulled down onto the latter's lap.

        "They're not," Sunwoo said dismissively as he gazed deeply into Junghwan's eyes. "Kiss me."

        "What?"

        "As your master I order you to kiss me."

        "Look, Sunwoo," Junghwan chuckled nervously. "Aren't you going a bit too far with the whole slave thing–"

        The male's breath hitched when Sunwoo's moist lips started to trail butterfly kisses up his neck.

        "Kiss," Sunwoo blew hot air near Junghwan's ear before gently on a sensitive part of his neck. "Me."

        The two of them didn't leave the room until half an hour later.

Sometimes I ask myself what I'm writing

I may or may not have been reading too much for a while now

And I know I said once a month but I didn't get to post last month (sorry) but I've been busy-ish (bc school oh and there's something wrong with my laptop and I also started watching Running Man around January and I watch at least two episodes a day) and lazier lately so I haven't been able to write any new chapters at all

ps. that new crappy poster tho