“I know that.”

“Don't say that. I know it too, that's not what I want to hear.” Youngjae sat on the floor, ruffled his drenched hair with towel. Youngjae had stayed so many his nights here that he lost count. He went to Jackson's place at first, but Jackson always told Mark about this. He's tired of walking back home at night in silence with Mark, so he started to stay his night at Yugyeom's place.

“Then you should have listened to me. The whole thing must have an end.” Yugyeom took over his towel and dried Youngjae's hair with a hair dryer. Youngjae's hair was so soft and smooth with the scent of him. He couldn't help but blushed at his thought.

Youngjae didn't speak. He sat in between Yugyeom's long legs; he rested his head on Yugyeom's lap. His cheek touched his bare skin. He's deep in his thought. It's always easier said than done. He wouldn't feel this way, if he could just listen to somebody that easily.

Was it the end of him and Mark? He didn't know himself anymore, did he want an end or not?

Yugyeom put down the hair dryer, then had a look of his phone. There were 14 missing called. He knew who it would be, he hesitated to speak it out. His name was like a spell to chase Youngjae away from him. Hes afraid that it would be like the last time, him alone in this room.

“Hyung-” Yugyeom called.

“Hmm?” Youngjae looked up with his puppy eyes. Yugyeom decided not to tell once he looked into his eyes.

“Do you want to dance?” A sudden thought flashed in his brain.

“What?” Youngjae chuckled, “like now?”

“Yeah-” Yugyeom averted his eyes, he was embarrassed, “Don't stare at me, hyung! Do you?”

“I'm fine with it. But I'm not good at dancing-” Youngjae watched Yugyeom walked to put back the hair dryer and took two bottles of Soju out, “only two?”

“It's not the night to get drunk.” He connected his phone to the speaker then scrolled down the playlist.

“But I'm at the mood to get drunk.” Youngjae opened the bottle and pour it into the shot glass, “Why would you put those glass under the coffee table, you evil maknae.”

“But you like it.” Yugyeom stretched his arm out to take the glass. They drank it.

“Yeah, I do.” Youngjae poured another shot for them, “How about you dance for me first?” He hugged his legs to his chest, put the glass on his knee and sipped the liquor like a kitten.

“Sure.” He smirked.

Didn't know when or how, there were more and more empty bottles on the coffee table. The music was soft, they sat on the floor, side to side. So close that they could feel the heat from the other. Someone spilled the liquor on the floor, they didn't care to clean it. Youngjae leaned his head on Yugyeom's chest, staring at the front. Yugyeom hummed with the song.

“It's ticklish.” He giggled like a girl as he felt the vibration from Yugyeom's chest to his cheek.

“What?” Yugyeom looked down and asked. He didn't catch up with what his hyung say.

“Your voice is ticklish.” Youngjae looked up, he sqinted his eyes to focus on Yugyeom's face,“and you cheek is like crimson red.”

“So do you, hyung.” Yugyeom said in a low voice.

Youngjae stayed still. Yugyeom's voice was husky because of the liquor they had drunk before. His voice was like hitting to his brain through his ear, he startled. The feeling was awkwardly amazing. It wasn't right- or was it wrong? He placed his hand on the floor to support himself. His body was hot, the liquor was cold.

“Cold.” Youngjae said when his hand touched the liquor. His voice was like he was in dream.

“What's cold, hyung?” He was leaning closer and closer.

“Soju-” Youngjae raised his hand up to stop Yugyeom leaned any closer, “Do you- do you want to taste it?” He didn't know why he asked this question. He was about to hide his hand. Yugyeom took it and his finger. There was electricity spread through his back. He was weak, he just sat there and watched Yugyeom smirked in a iest way that he had ever seen.

“Good?”

“Good. But I want to taste something better than this, hyung.” He leaned in, couldn't finish his sentence as the words muffled in between their mouth.

The younger Youngjae's lower lip.

He felt so good, Youngjae couldn't help but closed his eyes.

“I know it. You are for sure better than that.” Yugyeom said while his lips against Youngjae's, hot breath brushed the older's cheek gave him goosebumps, “can I have more?”

He slightly bit Youngjae's lip, earning a soft moan from the older. He took the chance and deepened the kiss. Pressing their tongue together, finally he could have a taste of his favorite hyung.

“Feeling good?” Yugyeom muffled, hovered Youngjae. They were lying on the floor. He ran his hand down to the older's waist, his neck.

“Yeah.” Youngjae answered unconsciously, his hand tagged the younger's hair, to pull him closer. He felt good then he thought about Mark. He opened his eyes, and pushed Yugyeom.

“I-I’m sorry, I think I should go.” He tried to sit straight.

“No, don't! Don't leave me like that hyung.” Yugyeom pulled him down to sit on his lap, placing butterfly kisses all over his neck and face, “please, hyung.” He begged.

“I-I can't. Yugyeom- I-”

“You can, just stay. Stay in this room-”Yugyeom his collarbone hard to leave a purple braise,“stay in this room- with me- without Mark hyung- without- Jinyoung hyun- without all the things you hate- just- you and- me- ”the younger whispher in between the kisses.

Here again, he always gave in to the feeling. He slowly responded to the younger's kiss, hands on his shoulder, lying back to the floor.

Yugyeom's arms firmly around Youngjae's waist, rested his head on his chest, slept soundlessly. Youngjae stared at the ceiling, hand caressed the younger's hair.

He thought about Jaebum, Jinyoung, Mark, Yugyeom. The whole circle started again.