a series of short stories and drabbles, all pertaining to Changwook.
[He likes to steal kisses.]
He steals kisses like a thief in the night. It doesn’t matter where or when, because when Changmin wants a kiss: he’s going to make sure he gets one.
Ryeowook giggles as Changmin pulls him into a hidden room backstage, unable to resist kissing those small, pouty for a second longer. With adrenaline coursing through their veins from another successful company concert, Changmin hushes Ryeowook’s giggles with short pecks that leave Ryeowook giggling even more.
“S-sto-stop it, Changminnie! Someone might see us!” Ryeowook slaps his back, weakly trying to push his boyfriend away.
Changmin smirks, leaning down to press kisses against Ryeowook’s jawline. “Let them.”
Ryeowook holds back a groan when Changmin kisses a particularly sensitive area on his neck. “Changmin, pl-please. When we get back to the hotel, I’m all yours. You can kiss me as long as you want.”
“Really?” Changmin pulls away to look directly into Ryeowook’s shining brown eyes, cheeks still flushed from dancing and singing all night. Ryeowook nods cutely, and Changmin sighs because he’s weak when it comes to aegyo. “Okay, fine. But I want one more kiss before we go!”
And Ryeowook lets out a small laugh, before pulling Changmin in for another kiss.