It was so ridiculously hot.

Suffocating heath coming from all directions; concentrating in his sored anatomy like if he was the red center of the Sun. Disgusting heath burning his sweaty skin like boiling coals brought directly from the same hell.

It was beyond all bearing…

Just sitting in the wooden floor, breathing heavily after an exhausting practice Jihoon could feel how slowly and painfully he was melting by that nasty heath invading every little inch of his body with its incandescent hot warmness.

 It wasn’t precisely because summer was coming, it wasn’t precisely because the air conditioner wasn’t working, it wasn’t precisely because even when just shorts and a tank top it feels like tons of winter clothes on him.

It was thanks to that thing…

…The way Taeil dances.

To the blast of their upcoming new song Taeil moves uncoordinated, forgetting two or three steps trying to follow the impeccable way Minhyuk and Ukwon perform the choreography. But in Jihoon’s lustful eyes every rigid move the older boy makes its tempting, every nervous gesture of his short bandmate steals his breath, every try his hyung makes to work those steps out seduce him. Little by little taking Jihoon’s control out his mind.

Uh, it was wonderfully hideous.

His nails sink deep in the sweaty skin of the palms of his hands when he clench his fists at the sight of Taeil repeating those dance moves, this time with confidence, like if he was performing in front of a wanting crowd. His moves are smooth now, his expression is playful and fun, even naughty, gradually raising Jihoon’s temperature and waking up fantasies which shouldn’t be alive in the middle of the day… 

… Taeil knows, Taeil is doing it on purpose.

A shivers spread in his body when the distant mirror shows him the inviting image of the older boy staring at him at the moment Taeil made that lip bite so characteristic of him, his tiny nose shrinking along to make it even more alluring.

Damn, it was getting so dangerously hot around them.

-¡Yah! ¡Jihoon the break is over!- the dancer hyung exclaimed, a little bit irritated for Jihoon’s like.

A tired sigh pass through his dry lips, feeling Kyung’s nice hands pulling him up; and watching Kyung’s  big friendly eyes giving him a silent encourage gaze.

-Thanks, hyung…- its all what he can mumble to the shorter boy, hearing him say something like ‘you are welcome, maknae~’ feeling along a familiar hard pinch on his cheeks.

Tiredly he drags his sweaty body to his spot in front of the mirror; barely moving with coordination when the music starts one more time in the warm, endless afternoon. His muscles are sore; and his mind is clouded by inappropriate thoughts which heat up his body like if he was a freaking walking oven.

 “Damn you, Taeil…” the thought can’t help but cross his dizzy mind when his bright eyes found the reflection of the oldest boy’s smirk in the mirror.

At every dance move he made, at every time he dared to look up to the mirror there was always Taeil making every move extra seductive, just for him. And extra difficult to ignore, Jihoon’s feet moved in automatic, just like he unconsciously hungrily his lips at the sensual sight…

…It was impossible to work like that, it was impossible to live like that.

Having his blood boiling in a fraction of a second, having his mind filled with lustful desires when the sun was still up, having his anxious anatomy yearning for make those fantasies true, having his skin sweating like if he was in the middle of hell.

All that just because of that thing…

… The way Taeil dances.

Jihoon’s body collapse to the floor when the music was over. Desperately gasping for pure, cool air his dark eyes stare directly at Taeil leaning against the mirror, just a few steps away between them.

-¡Hyung, please! ¡Let us go!- Jiho’s whiny plead pass across them unnoticeable when their eyes locked in the tiny distant.

-Okay, okay; I’ll let you go for today…- the dancer hyung’s words faded away in the air along with the rest of the member’s quick steps walking out the room; never being heard by any of them.

-Taeil, Jihoon, ¿will you stay to keep practicing like always?- the old man wonder standing in the middle of that small path between the two boys.

-Yes, hyung…- they answered him together, soft and husky voices mixing perfectly in the air.

There were some more words their hyung said, words neither did Jihoon nor Tail paid attention to. Just the quiet noise of the door being closed was able to reach them, telling secretly that they officially were all alone in the small room.

Heavy breathings were echoing softly around the practice room. Heavy, fast breathings of exhaust quickly were turning anxiously expectant as they stared each other in the fragile distant separating them…

… Glances that were saying things words couldn’t never express so well.

The nicely sound of gasping mouths suddenly was interrupt by fast steps walking across the small room, ending with the tiny gap between the two boys. A smirk curves up in Jihoon’s lips as he looks up at Taeil standing suddenly in front of him with a slight frown on his blushed face.

The smirk on the younger boy’s face got wider at that sight, provoking the older boy to frown even more and harshly sit down on his lap, having Taeil’s small, sharp eyes staring directly into his black, playful ones.

-Tell me…- the singer demands in his low and calm voice.

-I already did…- Jihoon answers slightly mocking, knowing how temperamental his little bandmate can get in no time when someone makes fun of him.

-Don’t play dumb with my, Jihoon…- Taeil hiss threatening, lowering his flushed face closer to maknae’s handsome one.

Still too far away from Jihoon’s like.

-¿Do I…?- he wonder confuse, tilting his head slightly to one side as he smirks a little more.

-Pyo Jihoon…- the older boy mumbles irritated through clenched teeth, getting closer once again till the point their noses are brushing gently.

The younger boy just his lips seductively at the y sight of an upset Taeil. His sly hands slide around his bandmate’s waist, pulling him even closer; until their mouths were the ones brushing nicely against each other.

-Kiss me…- he just named in a barely audible whisper, but tempting enough to make the boy over him tremble.

-¿Will you… tell me… then…?- the singer mumbles, shivering at each slight, inviting touch of their lips.

And so Jihoon his lips yet again, ‘accidentally’ those plump ones before a seductively challenging whisper leaves his mouth.

–Kiss me and you will know, Taeil.-

That was a dead end for the singer.

Just a soft yet urged pull of his hands around the tall boy’s neck was all it need to finally let themselves drown in the beautiful sensation of their mouths locking harmoniously… but it didn’t took long to turn the sweetness of the kiss into the passion and desire both boys have been holding back the entire day.

Jihoon’s hands travel their way down on Taeil’s waist, finding the small yet soft flesh of the older boy’s , giving it a playful but extremely seductive squeeze that make the short singer moan in delight between their kiss…

…Damn, that was so intoxicatedly hot.

Strong, lustful shocks of electricity spread in his body thanks to the delicious sounds Taeil was making so honestly, which only forced Jihoon to push his hyung bandmate to the floor and be in complete control of the hot situation they were.

Tongues meet ones again inside Taeil’s sweet mouth, making the singer moan and waking up even more all those ual fantasies Jihoon has let free only on the loneliness of his room when the night comes.

But it doesn’t matter how much he pleads for this, it can’t happen now. It’s not the place, it’s not the time.

-¡No! ¡Tell me!- he hears how Taeil exclaims almost breathless, and he feels how Taeil tug his shirt almost desperate as he pulls away from the kiss.

Jihoon looks down at the gasping boy below him, finding adorably y the way Taeil stares at him with those tiny eyes full of desire and longing… but Jihoon knows Taeil isn’t ready.

Nor for hearing a terribly honest love confession, nor for understanding what himself feels.

So the maknae smiles, a truly calm smile without any dark intention behind. He leans down, kissing kindly that soft cheek before his swollen lips drift off to that red ear, whispering words that pierce the singer’s mind and heart with something more than curiosity.

-Is that thing you do, Taeil… and you know it.-