“okay myungsoo. seriously, this is the last time i’m going to say this. it’s time to wake up,” sunggyu shakes the mound of limbs and blankets curled on myungsoo’s bunk, an impatient noise clicking in the back of his throat when said lump refuses to move.

"fine. no more mister nice hyung,” sunggyu frowns, grasping the comforter and yanking it away and tossing it onto the floor. “really, myungsoo, you need to get… oh my god.”

myungsoo mumbles something incoherently, rolling over and burying his face into his pillow as sunggyu rudely flips him back over.

"what the heck,” myungsoo slurs, blindly waving his arms to bat the intruding hands away, when a piercing shriek jerks the sleepy boy into a seated position.

“is that a hickey?!“ sunggyu hisses, glaring at the angry purple bruise developing very prominently on a spot along the line of myungsoo’s jugular vein.

"what?” myungsoo blinks, eyes still bleary from the thin film of sleep as he tries to gain his bearings and remember what his own name is.

“is that a hickey, kim myungsoo?!” sunggyu points accusingly at myungsoo’s neck, myungsoo following the line of sunggyu’s arm and glancing down his nose with one open eye.

then, realization hits.

oh shit.

“no, no,” myungsoo answers quickly, face flushing as he clasps a hand over the blossoming bruise. “i must have got a bug bite last night. i think i scratched it too hard in my sleep. you know how sensitive my skin gets. ha ha ha,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.

sunggyu’s lips press into a thin line, squinting skeptically at the shifty boy. “mmhm. bug bite. right.”

sunggyu climbs down from sungyeol’s bed, glancing over his shoulder with his hand on the doorknob. “just,” he starts, heaving a heavy sigh. “just make sure you cover it up best you can before we get to the shop. we don’t need people talking.”

sunggyu sighs again, walking out the door and shutting it, leaving behind a flustered myungsoo.

—

“this is all your fault,” myungsoo grits under his breath, shoving sungyeol roughly up against the closed bathroom door.

“you weren’t complaining last night,” sungyeol replies smugly as myungsoo attaches his lips onto his collarbones, biting back the heavy moan that threatens to escape his throat.

“do you know how mortifying it was?” myungsoo traces his tongue up the line of sungyeol’s long, pale neck, sucking in the row of stud piercings adorning the other’s ear.

sungyeol shivers as myungsoo’s hot breath fans out over his moist skin, eyelids fluttering shut as myungsoo glides his nose across his jaw.

myungsoo lifts his gaze, slipping his hands underneath sungyeol’s shirt and toying with the edge of the taller boy’s jeans with soft, hovering fingertips.

“if it’s worth anything, i am sorry,” sungyeol breathes, cupping the back of myungsoo’s neck and pulling the other boy forward into a bruising, needy kiss.

myungsoo’s grip on sungyeol’s hips tightens, pressing in so close that sungyeol feels as if gravity itself is converging in on him, stars exploding everywhere in a blinding flash of light. everything else disappears but the taste of myungsoo on his tongue and the feel of myungsoo against his skin.

sungyeol urgently tugs at the hem of myungsoo’s shirt, contemplating just ripping it off, when a knock on the door interrupts their heated moment.

"seriously, you two are disgusting. i need to pee. and we need to go, now,” sungjong’s voice floats through the door, followed by a few more impatient raps, before falling silent again.

myungsoo lets out a shivery laugh, eyes still shut and forehead resting against sungyeol’s.

"well then,” sungyeol’s voice cracks, throat dry from the pure want coursing through his veins.

“guess we gotta finish this some other time,” myungsoo replies in a low, husky voice, trying to bring his raging hormones back under control.

—

“eww gross,” sungjong’s whine echoes particularly loudly throughout the cramped back space of the van. sunggyu glances over his shoulder, following the line of sight of the maknae’s appalled stare at sungyeol’s neck where a familiar looking bruise is blossoming just above his collarbones. “yeollie hyung has a hickey! that is so not classy!”