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'Cute'
Is what Win's first thought was when he was staring at the moles on the back of Sound's neck and has an overwhelmingly mega compulsive gay need to just – kiss it.
So he does.
I.
At the time, it was just the two of them. Sound scribbling down notes as he strums his guitar while Win has his arms wrapped around him, pressed against Sound's back and feeling the pleasant vibration of his hums.
Win isn't usually this clingy, so he's not sure what it was.
Maybe it was the lovebug that bit his ass after they got together that made him seek out Sound's attention; maybe he's just feeling a bit extra needy 'cause Sound has been ignoring him for the past few hours in favor of composing. It's a miracle Sound hasn't thrown him off yet.
So Win gets a little distracted. He tilts his head to stare at Sound's annoyingly handsome face that was deep in concentration, gaze then flitting down to Sound's cheeks where his dimples hide, then gets fixated on the moles at the back of Sound's neck that he hasn't paid much attention to before.
It's cute.
Like, super duper cute.
So Win kind of loses all sense of reason and acts on his impulses – which, quite frankly, had screamed at him: "KISS IT"
Granted, Win should've seen it coming considering he gave no warning. The moment his lips landed, Sound - he yelped in surprise, slapping his neck as if a mosquito just bit him, whacking Win hard in the face during the process and earning him a BLOODY case of a nosebleed.
So, yeah.
Not the greatest reaction.
Sound's paying attention to him now, at least, fussing in a panic as he's stuffing Win's bleeding nose with tissues and calling him an idiot. But hey, a win is a win.
II.
Win doesn't learn his lesson because he can't help but notice it even more now – Sound's cute moles, peeking out of his collar, giving Win an urgent need to just press a chaste kiss against it. Like a little hello, an appreciation for the beauty marks on his boyfriend.
So he catches Sound outside by the benches, listening to music on his earphones. From behind, he wraps his arms around Sound, who relaxes when he notices Win's presence – all before immediately tensing up when Win leans down to press his lips against the side of Sound's neck.
"Ai, Win!!"
Sound's face grows hot as he half-heartedly shoves Win's face away. "What's up with you these days?"
Oho? He's shyyyy ~
Win hooks his chin on Sound's shoulder and pulls Sound closer into his hold. "Why, can't I greet my boyfriend with a little kiss?"
"You're always doing it on my neck..." Sound grumbles, rubbing the spot where Win's lips just met.
"Oh?" Win starts, because being a teasing dick is their love language. "If you wanted a kiss on the lips that bad, you could've just said s -"
Sound, without hesitation, proceeds to shut him up with a smooch, right on the lips.
"Yeah," Sound says, pulling back with a smirk that says he's won (and he probably has). He playfully taps his thumb over Win's mouth. "Maybe I do want more kisses on the lips."
Well, fuck.
The way Win gets incredibly flustered even though he was the one who goaded Sound into it in the first place is just – it's so unfair! How many times has he lost against Sound now? How is he, flirt-master extraordinaire – ("Literally no one calls you that." "Shut up!") – is the one brutally getting out-flirted instead?
"So. Where are my kisses? I'm waiting."
...Honestly, if it's Sound, Win is perfectly okay with losing sometimes.
Just only sometimes.
III.
Granted, Win may have developed a habit.
So much so to the point where even Sound is unfazed by it now. Which isn't a good thing necessarily, because when they're in the presence of others they both tend to, well, forget.
So really, Win can't be entirely blamed for it. He had already finished his burger at the time and was zoning out hard as Pat kept going on about the evolution of kpop dances and top ten boybands. He had glanced to the side to watch Sound who was listening idly while chewing on fries, making occasional snide commentary. Win had his arm tossed behind Sound's chair and Sound, like a charged magnet, naturally gravitated into Win's side, earth falling into mars' orbit. The moment Sound had leaned in close, Win went full autopilot and found himself leaning down to kiss the side of Sound's neck, right on his favorite mole, which he's been doing every time he greets Sound now.
This is probably the first time he did it in a Texas Chicken™ diner surrounded by all their friends, though.
"You know," Por starts after a pause, unassuming smile on his face. "It surprises me still. I never would've pegged you two to be the super romantic type. Especially with PDA."
"We're not, really." Sound grunts, looking away after realizing what just transpired. Win could see the tip of his ears turning red. "This isn't anything to write home about."
(Half-true. They're definitely not shy about their relationship and would play up the flirty banter just for fun if the others are around. But for whatever reason...the neck kisses seem a bit more intimate, somehow. Personal. A special thing that's just between Win and Sound alone).
Sound is trying really hard to brush it off like it doesn't matter. Unfortunately, Gun is sitting right next to Sound and is giving him the most proudest, glittery eyes a person could ever make.
Pat scoffs. "Could've fooled me! Don't think I don't notice you guys playing footsies under the table every time we go out for BBQ. Actually, I wouldn't notice at all if you guys hadn't accidentally kicked ME instead. You're almost as bad as TinnGun."
"Hey!" Gun exclaims. "Excuse you, we're adorable."
"I made my peace that I've lost Yo to Nook forever, but they're happy and in love so it's fine, it's whatever." Pat sniffs wistfully. "At least TiwPor has the decency to be lovey dovey elsewhere and not in front my face."
Tiw nods in understanding, all while pointedly reaching out to rest his hand over Por's in full view. "Mm, being single is tough, huh? If you need me to help you wingman –"
"Wh– I don't want it!! Who said I was lonely?! Not me! Who said that?? That's it! I am uninviting myself to all your weddings! The disrespect is unreal. Disband era here I come!!"
"Who said you were invited?" Win jokes, silently tapping his sneaker against Sound's.
"How dare you???"
"Uahhhh, calm down Pat! Put that chicken wing down!!"
Win smiles as he feels a tap back. He leans into Sound's orbit this time, just until their shoulders touch, watching the usual chaos erupt from the table of his best friends.
IV.
Sound has a habit of lying his head on Win's chest whenever they're resting or about to go to sleep. Sound doesn't say it out loud, but Win has a feeling that Sound likes to listen to his heartbeat – the way it beats for him firmly, and without doubt. Reassurance that Win's love is still there for him at the end of each day.
Win used to be stupidly embarrassed about it, his heart jacking up triple-speed whenever Sound would crawl into his space, plopping himself down on him like a cat with no regard to Win's mental state of well-being (–how was he supposed to know how affectionate and touch-starved Sound could be? How was he supposed to not short-circuit from all that?).
But now, Win welcomes it – holding Sound tight in his arms, proudly letting Sound know just how much he loves, will always try to love, no matter what obstacles and difficulties they may face. Because at the end of the day – Sound will always choose Win, and Win will always choose Sound.
And that's more than enough for him.
"...Your heart's beating fast." Sound murmurs, breaking their comfortable silence. He glances up at Win with that smug, cheshire grin of his that Win is so annoyingly fond of.
"No shit. Have you seen your bedhead? It would give anyone a jumpscare."
Sound scowls. "Your face is a jumpscare."
"Yeah, and you love it."
Sound rolls his eyes, lifting himself up on his elbows to let Win know that he's glaring at him. Win thinks it's the very opposite of intimidating.
"I don't." Sound says, tone flat. Not even bothering to hide the obvious lie.
"Mhm, I know you do. I'll fight you on it." Win says back, gazing into Sound's dark eyes, the prettiest eyes, before drifting down to soft cheeks, then pursed lips. He lingers at the pretty moles at the base of Sound's neck.
Sound sighs and tilts his head up for Win, and Win's heart does a happy little dance as he leans in and latches a kiss to the mole closest to Sound's jaw. Then to the one beside it. Then the one below. He feels a pleased hum from Sound's throat.
"This what you call fighting me on it?"
"Yup. And I'm definitely winning."
V.
Sound kisses Win on the neck one day and Win laughs, turning to look at Sound with a raised brow.
Sound shrugs. "Just wanted to know what the big deal was."
Win grins and yanks Sound closer against him on the couch, burying his face in the crook of Sound's neck. "It's this–"
He peppers his kisses up the column of Sound's neck, pressing his lips against each and every mole, a sweet hello to each one, adoring the way Sound tries to whack him away because Win knows how much it tickles.
"Bastard, what are you, a dog?" Sound huffs, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You like it that much?"
"It's cause it's cute." Win smiles and leans in to peck Sound's lips. "You're cute, asshole."