sungyeol digs his fingers into the fur of myungsoo’s padded parka, both boys stumbling across the empty dressing room until myungsoo’s back hits the long vanity table, miscellaneous makeup bottles and containers clattering to the floor.

“what are you doing?” myungsoo mumbles against sungyeol’s furiously moving lips, clutching onto the taller boy’s sides for support before his knees decide to give way.

“you’re mine,” sungyeol whispers aggressively, releasing his hold on the jacket and grabbing myungsoo’s waist to hoist him onto the tabletop. sungyeol’s lips make its way across myungsoo’s jaw, traveling down his neck where sungyeol’s mouth attaches itself to the soft, sensitive skin at the junction between myungsoo’s neck and shoulder.

myungsoo shudders, feeling the hot trail left behind in the wake of sungyeol’s insistent lips, fire blazing under the skin everywhere sungyeol touches. myungsoo knots his fingers into sungyeol’s hair, hanging his head back to allow better access, and sungyeol doesn’t let that advantage go to waste, nipping and sucking on the creamy, pale skin under myungsoo’s jaw, ravishing until the white fades into a lovely shade of pink.

myungsoo can’t think straight, not with sungyeol’s hot mouth working so feverishly against his throat. but he manages to formulate some semblance of words, fists pulling back sungyeol’s hair so myungsoo can also attack sungyeol’s long, milky neck.

“so what suddenly brought this on?” myungsoo whispers into the crook of sungyeol’s throat, gliding his nose up to the corner of his jaw and placing a soft kiss under sungyeol’s ear. “why the sudden ire?”

and as suddenly as sungyeol had advanced on myungsoo like a predator stalking its prey, now sungyeol quickly falls silent, hands dropping limp by his sides as his eyes wander over to a little water stain forming on the ceiling.

“what’s wrong?” myungsoo frowns, cupping his hands around sungyeol’s cheeks and trying to force the boy to look at him. “tell me,” myungsoo commands, stroking his thumb across sungyeol’s cheekbone.

sungyeol mumbles something under his breath, glancing down at the faded jeans covering myungsoo’s thighs.

“what?”

“…”

“i can’t hear you.”

“i said because sunggyu hyung alright?” sungyeol finally snaps, obstinately refusing to meet eyes with myungsoo. “that thing he did on ‘this is infinite.’ it’s been bugging me since last week.”

myungsoo gapes in disbelief, mouth still hanging open as he jerks sungyeol’s face up to make eye contact.

"are you kidding me?” myungsoo breathes. “that’s what’s been bothering you? is that why you’ve been ignoring me?”

sungyeol furiously tries to step away from myungsoo, but myungsoo wraps his legs around sungyeol’s waist, trapping the boy where he stands.

"let go,” sungyeol pouts, crossing his arms and looking away.

“no,” myungsoo replies firmly, grabbing sungyeol’s ears and yanking them hard.

“ow, what the fuck!” sungyeol shouts, batting his hands to force myungsoo to let go.

“you deserve it,” myungsoo pulls again before taking pity and releasing his hold. “for being an idiot.”

sungyeol goes back to pouting, staring at a fixed point in the vanity mirror over myungsoo’s shoulder.

rolling his eyes, myungsoo cups sungyeol’s cheeks again, pulling him in to press their lips together as sungyeol slowly melts into the kiss. “you’re such an idiot,” myungsoo smiles against sungyeol’s mouth, a tingly warmth spreading across his chest as sungyeol’s arms resume their place around myungsoo’s waist.

“i’m always yours.”