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Flying to an European country for the first time had the giddy feeling inside Seungcheol’s stomach remaining the entire time, all the way up to the sky.
He could barely hold in his excited grins as cameras were aimed at them, reporters wishing him well and even one cheeky request to take his mask off didn’t lessen his joy. He nodded at them, smiled wide for some pictures and even stuck his tongue out for a moment he knew would be captured for Carats.
Somewhere behind him were the numerous footsteps of his members, following quietly amongst the chatter of the reporters and the loud cheers of fans greeting them.
Paris was awaiting him, and alas Seungcheol was going to it.
When PD Na had surprised them in Japan and accosted all 12 members to take to Italy, Seungcheol had used all his existing willpower not to cry out of frustration and self-hatred. Why had he injured himself at such a crucial time in their careers? But also, why was he the one being left behind in it all?
Moping over it for days, he’d eventually realized there was no use. All he wanted in the end was for his team to make it back safely, and hopefully happier and well-rested.
Occasionally, he’d receive selfies and video call requests, laugh at their antics captured by the other producers, or even late-night text messages from a lonely Jeonghan.
So, no one was more glad than he, when they were informed they’d have to attend UNESCO this year as well.
Jeonghan had promptly sighed out of relief at not being the leader this time but Seungcheol had merely smiled at him.
“I know you’re happy I’m going this time.” Seungcheol had whispered to him once they got some alone time.
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, “Well yeah I don’t wanna be the leader, like I said.”
“Nope. You just want me there.” He grinned teasingly and even threw in a free kiss on the cheek.
Jeonghan chuckled at his obvious delight. “Well at least the boys are gonna be super happy you’re there. You’re handling the bulk of the speeches so thanks for that.”
But nothing could phase the Choi Seungcheol from ignoring the fact that he was finally flying to Europe with his members.
Turns out, his body was definitely not used to flying fourteen hours straight to anywhere, anymore. Seungcheol groaned as he finally entered his hotel room in Paris, a gleaming gold-lined place with too much glass and confusing accents.
Still, there was a bed and a bath, and a television service that only seemed to cater French channels.
Seungcheol’s face screwed up in confusion as he flitted through several of them, some seemingly news while others were focused on lifestyle. And not even one single English-speaking channel.
He sighed to himself as he gave up trying to channel surf and left it on a random news channel, the lady’s fancy accent droning on as background sound.
Seungcheol leaned back against the numerous pillows on his king-sized bed. Everywhere they went, they carried the benefit of being a large group of men needing their own space, hence entire floors were booked out in hotels.
He groaned as his back popped when he stretched his arms, his cap and glasses laying discarded on the coffee table nearby. He was still dressed in his airport outfit and it wouldn’t do to take a nap in the uncomfortable jeans he was donning, so Seungcheol leaned up to unbuckle his belt.
He was in the middle of his undoing when the door opened with a swish. Seungcheol startled but relaxed when a familiar blond head ducked in with inquisitive eyes.
Warm, brown eyes that twinkled with instant mischief as they observed Seungcheol on the bed.
“Oooh are we starting early?”
Seungcheol rolled his eyes even as he laughed, “Shut up.” He finally released the belt from around his waist and threw it on the sofa next to the coffee table.
Early morning sunlight streamed through the closed blinds and the room temperature being lower than usual had Seungcheol aching to take a nap.
He raised an eyebrow at the intruder in his room. “Are you gonna just stand there or tell me what you want?”
Jeonghan instantly pouted and crossed his arms, “You were gonna take a nap, weren’t you?”
Anyone else and Seungcheol would’ve questioned their audacity, but he merely sighed at the adorable frown growing on his pretty face. Jeonghan’s blond hair was fluffy and tucked behind his ears, complimenting the natural blush of his skin and the warm colour of his eyes. He always looked pretty but Seungcheol let him know how exceptionally beautiful he was, when he turned up on their last date with blond hair, done up all pretty for him.
But for now, the man continued to stand there and pout at him.
Groaning, he flung off his jeans in one swoop, swinging his legs under the blanket.
He held out an inviting arm at the pouting intruder, “Come on. Get in.”
Jeonghan smiled at him with all his teeth and practically bounced onto the bed, shedding his trousers as he went. As he struggled to get under the blankets, Seungcheol stopped him.
“Aren’t you gonna take your jacket off?”
Jeonghan threw him a look. “Seungcheol, I’m always cold, what do you mean?”
“Well you won’t be cold once you get under the blankets. Also I’m not looking forward to you complaining about my body heat once you wake up sweating.”
Jeonghan furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to counter, but Seungcheol beat him to it.
“And yes it has happened enough times for me to say this.”
Jeonghan let out a long sigh, as if he was the one suffering here, and wiggled out of his jacket. He made oddly endearing noises the entire time, making Seungcheol smile at him in fondness. There was something so strange yet charming about this man and it made Seungcheol want to smother him with kisses.
Instead of saying something embarrassing, he leaned back into his mountain of pillows, and Jeonghan soon followed.
Turning onto his side, the blond propped his head onto Seungcheol’s chest, curling up completely into his body so the entire right side of Seungcheol’s length was now slowly warming up.
Seungcheol let out a breath as his body softened into the mattress and the buttery feeling of the blankets against him.
A nose poked his chest and he looked down to see Jeonghan practically trying to bury his face into Seungcheol’s shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find a comfortable spot.”
“Yeah okay but it looks and feels like you’re trying to dig into my chest.”
“And?” Inquisitive brown eyes shot up at him, glaring at him to continue his line of questions.
“You’re so peculiar, Hannie.” His hand reached up to shove the blond head down onto his chest again to stop the next nonsensical thing coming out of Jeonghan’s mouth.
“But I love you for it. So please shut up and try to take a nap before we’re called down for breakfast.”
Beneath his chin, where Jeonghan had finally chosen to tuck his face, he felt a yawn. It made a tranquil smile grace his face which was broken by another question.
“Can I at least have a kiss?”
Seungcheol rolled his eyes even as he smiled. Trust Jeonghan to act like Seungcheol was the one holding back his affections. But without another word he angled his head down and placed his lips on the nearest skin available, it being Jeonghan’s forehead.
The brat had the audacity to whine.
Seungcheol frowned, “Does your personality always change with your hair colour? Why are you being such a brat?”
“I asked for a kiss, you idiot! You gave me a kiss that feels like what you give to Kkuma when she brings home a dead rat.”
Seungcheol grimaced at the memory and shuddered, which Jeonghan absolutely felt as he giggled in response. The bastard.
“Okay, you know what–”
Jeonghan yelped as Seungcheol flung him to the side and took advantage of the moment to land on top of the man.
“Whoa.” Jeonghan breathed out, as his eyes widened at the change in their position. Jeonghan was laying flat on his back, the rough movement causing his shirt to bunch up around the waist, his hair creating a golden halo around him. He was breathing slightly harder at the unexpected change but his panting deepened once Seungcheol lowered himself on top.
Without wasting another moment, Seungcheol swooped in. Avoiding his lips, he placed a line of kisses up and down Jeonghan’s neck, reveling in the pleased noises above him. A hand in his hair had his head yanked up and a very flushed Jeonghan leaned in to kiss him.
It was nothing coordinated like their usual pecks after a long day. This was the frustration of not getting to be alone for more than 15 hours, as Jeonghan’s hands roamed over his back and eventually his butt.
Seungcheol giggled into his mouth as he pulled away. “Why do you have a thing for butts?”
“You have a great ass, why would I not show appreciation?”
“Yeah, okay.” Seungcheol nodded and dove back in, chasing spit-slicked lips and flushed cheeks and wanton moans.
Moans, that he had no idea how loud, until a loud bang on their door had them jolting apart.
“For the love of all things European, please stop screwing in a French hotel and ruining all our reputations.” The voice hissed at them and they instantly recognized Joshua as he stomped away, presumably to share his piece of trauma with the members.
Jeonghan let out a loud laugh, head thrown back and reddened lips stretched into a wide grin.
Seungcheol felt his cheeks flush at the embarrassment that some staff probably heard Jeonghan but the blond’s laugh had him distracted. He gazed affectionately down at him, until his arms burned with the exertion of holding himself up over Jeonghan.
Seungcheol took the chance and moved back into his original place, throwing one arm up over his pillow as Jeonghan slinked back onto his chest, still giggling.
“Sweet dreams,” was all Seungcheol whispered to him as he promptly dozed off. What he didn’t know was Jeonghan remained awake a few more minutes, gazing at his profile and lovingly tracing his eyebrows as he slept, before digging his nose back into his chest and going to sleep.