Junhyung’s smirk returned as he rolled the both of them over, changing their positions. “Why are you always so tense?” he murmured, fingers dragging down the other’s sides. His voice seemed to echo in the small, quiet room as Kikwang stiffened and shrunk back into the sheets in alarm at the sudden shift in the elder’s behaviour.

“J-Jun, you’re drunk,” he stammered, eyes wide with alarm as he anxiously glanced around the room, fully aware of the hand sliding underneath his shirt as he gasped quietly. 

“Am I though?” came the hushed reply, voice laced with just a hint of amusement as Kikwang swallowed nervously. Junhyung chuckled lowly— the sound caught Kikwang off-guard and he flushed visibly. The silence was deafening as they lay there, perfectly still, before he spoke. 

“Why not me?”