a/n: the better title of this would be >       3   < but AFF wouldn't like all the spaces HAHAHA /jazz hands/

The walk home is full of giddy grins and quick kisses at stop lights, the two of them pulling away with shy smiles and twinkling eyes.

As soon as they step into the elevator of their apartment complex, Seungcheol turns to Jihoon, hands in his hair, mouths connected, like he’s going to collapse if he doesn’t get to kiss Jihoon properly.

“We have to press the button first,” Jihoon laughs as he tries to escape. Seungcheol makes a face but lets him reach over to press their floor before pulling him back. Jihoon is pressed into the corner, Seungcheol’s arm around his waist, other hand in his hair, keeping him close as he kisses him over and over again.

With a ‘ding!’ the elevator arrives and Jihoon kicks Seungcheol in the shin to get free, pulling him into the corridor with a bell-like laugh. Seungcheol totters after him, looking like he’s in a daze as he grips Jihoon’s hand tightly.

Seungcheol just holds him from behind as Jihoon opens the door with slightly shaky hands, ignoring Seungcheol’s nose pressed against the back of his neck. They stumble inside, a mess of limbs and quiet laughter cut off by kisses. The front door closes behind Jihoon as Seungcheol presses him against it, every part of their bodies touching. Jihoon feels like he’s on fire, and Seungcheol’s cool hands against his skin is dousing it, only to leave behind scorching heat when they move.

Seungcheol’s mouth moves to his neck and Jihoon lets his head fall back against the wood, trying to remember how to breathe again. He can’t remember words, only managing breathy exhales of curses or Seungcheol’s name.

Seungcheol seems to appreciate it though, fingers pressing into the flesh of his hips as he leaves marks against the pale skin of Jihoon’s neck.

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