au: blind!wook

based on; Imagine your OTP’s air conditioning is broken on the hottest day of the year. They lounge around the house in their underwear with cold drinks and fans, just talking to each other and occasionally kissing.

It was nearing one hundred and ten degrees and the air conditioning was broken. It broke sometime during the night, leaving them to wake up to stifling hot air that felt like it was choking them. It wasn’t long before Jongwoon had stripped off his t-shirt and his jeans, ending up in just his boxers sprawled out on the kitchen tile floor, groaning when he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his face. He had a cup of ice (it would melt to water soon enough, he reasoned) within arm’s reach and was on the brink of drifting off into blissful unconsciousness when he heard soft padding on the tile.

Jongwoon smiled slightly as his boyfriend came into view, slowly making his way toward the fridge, his fingers running lightly over the countertop. He lifted his legs up as Ryeowook passed by him so that the younger man wouldn’t trip, then propped himself up on his elbows to keep his eyes on him.

Ryeowook wrapped his fingers around the handle on the fridge door and pulled it open, reaching in with his free hand to feel around for his bottle of apple juice that Jongwoon always put on the left side of the middle shelf for him, but it wasn’t there. Jongwoon quickly noticed that his boyfriend was getting frustrated so he pushed himself off of the floor, sliding up behind him and reaching around him to press the juice into Ryeowook’s waiting hand.

Jongwoon flopped back down on the floor, leaning against the island in the middle of their kitchen as Ryeowook flushed a bright red.

“Jongwoon,” he mumbled, reaching out his hand, feeling for his boyfriend.

The older man leaned up, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and gently pulling him down so that he was sitting next to him.

“It’s hot, little bear.”

A smile flickered to Ryeowook’s lips at the pout he heard in the other’s voice; he reached over to pat Jongwoon’s knee in sympathy, only to have his cheeks turn a darker red when he hit bare skin.

“Jongwoon­—!”

 A deep laugh filled the air around them, a welcome relief from the thick heat.

“I’m wearing boxers, Wook, don’t worry.”

He felt Ryeowook relax beside him as they lapsed into a comfortable silence; a moment later, the younger man turned, resting his head on Jongwoon’s thigh as he stretched out and smiling slightly as the older man ruffled his hair.

“How are you holding up, Wook?” Jongwoon’s voice was soft but full of care and love and a hint of worry because Ryeowook felt hot on his skin, hotter than usual, and he didn’t want the younger man overheating or dehydrating in the summer heat.

“I’m okay,” Ryeowook mumbled, yawning a little. He blinked in surprise when, all of a sudden, he felt a cold block of ice slide past his lips and land on his tongue; Jongwoon had grabbed his cup of ice, picking out one of the less-melted pieces and slipping it into Ryeowook’s mouth. The younger man smiled, on the ice as he reached out to run his fingers over the other’s face, feeling the lines of his nose and his cheeks and his jaw.

Jongwoon smiled softly at the way his skin still tingled pleasantly at Ryeowook’s touch even after years of having known him and he bent down, ghosting his lips over his dongsaeng’s cheek.

Ryeowook giggled, his hand fluttering to his hyung’s chin, guiding the older man’s face down so their lips met in a soft, short kiss; Jongwoon could feel the chill from the ice cube on Ryeowook’s lips and he felt his lips curve upwards.

They stayed that way for most of the day, taking turns feeding each other ice cubes and munching on popsicles and sharing quick kisses as they stretched out there on the kitchen floor, not minding the heat as much as long as they were together. In the end, that was all that mattered anyway.