Strangely enough, booze wasn’t involved the first time they kissed. Which was perhaps a first for the young duo who viewed drinking alcohol as much of a hobby as how old women seemed to have a penchant for knitting.

But nonetheless, they kissed, fully conscious and aware of every single ing detail. (Maybe booze would have been better?)

Seunghyun tasted like cigarettes and Jiyong like peppermint. To much of Jiyong’s distaste, the elder’s lips were chapped, and since it was very late at night or extremely early in the morning (however you want to view 4:23 AM), he was so lazy and stubborn about opening up his mouth just a little bit wider. And Seunghyun discovered that Jiyong was quite active in using his tongue and his teeth and his hands…hell, all of Jiyong was active.

When they pulled away, their mouths (and even a bit of cheeks) were moist and slicked with spit, with Seunghyun’s lips swollen from the younger’s use of too much teeth, and Jiyong in an utterly obnoxious grin at his handiwork. They both agreed.

“This...doesn’t feel weird at all.”

“So what now?” Seunghyun asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyeing the younger with an amused gaze.

Jiyong’s smile widened even more (so wide he was almost afraid he’d break his face in two). “This…” he whispered before his lips and leaning forward once more.