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Camera lights are pretty much his whole life. All eyes on this one particular rising star from his early 20s to the age of mid 30s now. Rising star is still an underestimate though, but the way he took different roles throughout his filmography projects has been fascinating among the critics. Adding the fact he’s still fit and admired by fans from different ages.
Moon Hyeonjun has carved his name in the entertainment industry for more than a decade now. His debut back then was a hydrated ion drinks commercial. With his physically fit body for a 19 year old boy, Hyeonjun attracted audiences more than what the commercial had intended. Since then, Hyeonjun bagged a lot of deals for his commercials alongside his acting debut later on.
Obviously, a lot has happened throughout his years in this field of work. Many ups and downs, most of them are the downs. Hyeonjun was once a naive boy and he thought he could be happy forever while doing the thing he loves the most. Boy, was he wrong? Despite all that, Hyeonjun still embraced it and learned every moment when he was wronged and was grateful to the people who stayed by his side until now.
One of those people is surely his manager, Ryu Minseok. He met Minseok two years after his commercial debut. His previous manager was a lot older and manipulative. For months, his noona took the role as his manager until she had to take care of her original work and found an assistant who could take care of Hyeonjun’s works and deals when she’s out of the scene.
Minseok was also the same age as him back then, but he’s more experienced in a way that Hyeonjun never crossed that path yet. Hyeonjun thought they would only stay as business friends, because Minseok saw him as one. Also, Hyeonjun still cherishes his school friends back in Gwangju where he left them to go to work in Seoul. He was lonely, but having Minseok who was the same as him in the matter of age helped a little bit.
10 years later, Minseok is still working for him. He started his own small agency for child actors and actresses. Despite all that, he still wants to work and help Hyeonjun. Out of all the managers in the actor/actress circles, Minseok is probably the veteran ones.
Hyeonjun is still sitting in his trailer. His current project is an action movie, requiring him to do a lot of stunts mixed with his double. But having a black belt since he was young was the reason why he got casted into this project. Although, his limbs and bones are not as young as what he was back then.
There’s a knock from outside of the trailer door before it opens to show Minseok carrying a glass of coffee. It’s late at night, but Hyeonjun’s work just began for today. Minseok announces his arrival by putting the coffee on the make up table while Hyeonjun only nudges in reply. Doesn’t even have to turn his head to know where his manager disappears to find his seat in the trailer in the middle of the make up process.
“You’re not completely up,” Minseok sips on his coffee, “Drink your coffee. Did Hyunjoon hyung pack you any food? I’m starving.” Hyeonjun tilted his head higher for the stylist’s request, patting his cheek with more blush on for the sake of professionality. His free hand points at the big bag on the table which is perfectly placed in front of Minseok. “It’s in front of you. We had several frozen foods for my dinner and he packed it again for me after he went back from work earlier,” Hyeonjun answers with a small tug on the edge of his lips, “Also, tonight is my final schedule, right? I will talk to the PD again if it’s not.”
“What’s the rush, golden boy?”
“I have a family to spend my whole time with.”
“Ah, right,” Minseok points his chopstick to the air, suddenly the dinner box for him has already opened without the sound effect echoing through the trailer, “Your birthday is near. Happy birthday in advance. Are you going to plan anything regarding the best sex you will ever go through with your husband?” and put the food into his mouth while smiling cheekily. Hyeonjun immediately turns to face his manager and gets scolded by his stylist. “Don’t ever put your nose into my sex life! Also, Hwannie just turned 7 years old a few months ago. Did you give him a present already?” Minseok frowns, “I’m his Godfather, of course I already gave him his present, you idiot. What did you even think about me for your family?” shaking his head because it never crossed Minseok’s mind that Hyeonjun would forget about the present. Hyeonjun rolls his eyes in annoyance, “Okay, sorry about that. It’s just, this is the only period of time where I can be with my family throughout the year. I still have a schedule for the last week of December. It’s pretty exhausting,” he looks at himself in the mirror, the make up process is almost done after almost 2 hours, “But it’s for my family now. Hyunjoon hyung would kill me on the spot if I ever thought of quitting.”
Right, another thing to point out regarding the life of the senior actor Moon Hyeonjun is he’s married to a normal office worker Choi Hyunjoon. His husband doesn’t live in this glamorous life of an actor. He’s an ordinary man who loves to order take out food rather than cook, but since their first son was born, Hyunjoon has spent half of his time in the kitchen. Hyeonjun can exactly admit that there’s an improvement in every person’s life.
They met when Hyeonjun was still in his 20s, a few years into his career. Funny enough, they met in a restaurant where Hyeonjun just finished another drama project with his colleagues. At the same time, Hyunjoon held a farewell dinner at his previous office before moving into a different one. It was a weird kind of sweet first time meeting, because none of them were expecting each other’s presence, Hyunjoon didn’t even know about Hyeonjun’s fame as an actor.
Long story short, they got married. It was a private event and Hyeonjun also did not completely hide his relationship with Hyunjoon from the public. If anything, he was proud of it. Being in love and happy with his lover was one of the things he dreamed of since he was young and finally he could live through it alongside the most perfect person to stand by his side through the ups and downs of his life.
Hyeonjun was pregnant with their first son, Choi Hwan. From the pregnancy, he had to go through limited work as an actor. It was actually one of his hardest moments in life, because there weren’t any producers for both dramas and commercials who wanted anything to do with him as a pregnant man. The reaction from the news about him getting pregnant was also too much for him to handle, but in the end, he got through it together with Hyunjoon.
As the actor stated before, his son turned 7 years old a few months ago. It’s also not a secret for him living as Moon Hyeonjun’s son while studying in a normal school like other kids. But for his necessity as a normal elementary school kid, most of the time Hyunjoon is the one who takes care of it. Hyeonjun’s schedule as a senior actor is packed already, he shouldn’t think about anything else other than his works.
It was a debate between the parents back then. Hyeonjun who wanted to be present when Hwan was going through his early school years and Hyunjoon who put his husband’s safety first and foremost above everything.
“He will be fine, I promise you. It’s not like you will leave him completely alone while he’s going to school,” Hyunjoon held his husband’s palms close on his lap, “Honey, I will tell him that his Papa is busy with his work. It’s not like you disappeared in front of him, both of you still can see each other at home. It’s just the school matters that I will take responsibility for. It’s not a big deal.” Hyeonjun was still mad with the decision, it wasn’t one-sided in the first place, if anything he agreed for the sake of their son’s safety. “But I’m still mad,” he said to the older man in front of him, “But okay, I should probably be the one who asks about his school progress myself.” Hyunjoon chuckled before squishing the actor’s cheeks with his hands, “You’re so cute. Hwannie will understand, even though he doesn’t quite fully grasp your work.”
It was also their agreement to not let the spotlight focus too much towards their son. From the beginning of his pregnancy, Hyeonjun decided to not reveal any of his son’s face, especially on social media. Therefore, there’s no one who knows Choi Hwan’s face other than his closest relatives. Hyeonjun also purchased a lot of places for his family to live across cities in Korea.
The efforts were not easy, it was exhausting. Hyunjoon has been working in a stable job for years now, still in the same office he moved into when both of them met in the restaurant. His position is higher, a lot of things he already achieved after the marriage and since Hwan was born. If he wants to be honest, his life is already complete and very much grateful for what he has with his family.
“Alright, you’re done now, Hyeonjun-ssi. Don’t forget to tell your hubby that you’re going to work,” his stylist pats him on the shoulder, followed by a chain of giggles from Minseok who has already finished his dinner. Hyeonjun rolls his eyes, moving his seat to sit next to his manager, taking a quick picture of his dinner box. “What are you doing?” Minseok asks with full curiosity, “Telling my husband that I’m eating well.” Hyeonjun sends the picture to their chatroom and dives in to eat the dinner very quickly, because he has a short amount of time before the project assistants come to fetch him.
While eating his dinner, the phone buzzes quickly after a few seconds since he sent the picture. While munching his food, Hyeonjun opens the chat to see Hyunjoon’s reply.
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: [sent a picture]
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: minseok already ate his he said thank you
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): and i said you are very welcome
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): and thank you for eating my food
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): you’re not started yet?
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: nope i just finished my make up
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: [sent a picture]
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: i look stupid
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): you look hot
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): we will go tomorrow after lunch. hwannie is excited
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): i gave him the ipad and he’s busy choosing for your present
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: please dont tell me the details im going to legit cry on set
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): okay you go work right now
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): i need to check on him if he’s already asleep or not
쭈니₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: okay i love you
혀니형♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ): love you too baby
“He said thank you,” Hyeonjun puts down his phone, “Hyunjoon hyung.” Minseok nods, continuing sipping on his coffee, “You have 15 minutes to finish the food. I’m going to tell the PD about your days off for the rest of the week.” The actor frowns, swallowing the food inside his mouth before talking, “The rest of the week? I only need until 25.” Minseok stands up from his seat, still holding tightly onto the coffee glass in his hand, “You need more. I know the face of yours when you really miss your kid. Come on, don’t be like that, okay? This is the least thing I can do as your manager for the longest time.”
That is how Hyeonjun gets more free days. He does have a schedule on New Year’s Eve before December arrives, but having more free days after his birthday means more personally to him. Other than that he has more time to spend his birthday, more time for him to rest. Staying in the house while taking care of his son is something Hyeonjun really wishes to do if he’s not an actor anymore.
The shoot lasts until 4 A.M. As he expected, there are a lot of action scenes to be taken under the dark sky. It’s also pretty snowy and they’re shooting inside the big studio. There are scenes that they should shoot outside, but most of it is taken when there’s a sun up in the sky.
After the last cut! was announced, Hyeonjun gives a bow towards the staff and his co-star. Sweets trickled from the side of his head as he headed to the trailer, starting to wipe the make up properly by his stylist. He had done this multiple times, starting almost midnight and ending when dawn arrived. But the sleepiness is inevitable, he won’t be driving when he’s heading home though.
Minseok is now bringing Hyeonjun’s bags, alongside the empty dinner boxes. After Hyeonjun finished removing his make up, they exited the trailer to immediately jump into the carnival. Hyeonjun is leaning against the big passenger seat, relaxing himself while closing his eyes. The drive from the studio to his house won’t take an hour, but he will take every ounce of time he can get to take a rest.
It’s exhausting. Hyeonjun can admit to himself, but this is his work. The exhaustion can be acknowledged even more when the next thing he knows it’s the fluff bed underneath him. Hyeonjun doesn’t even remember the path he took when he entered his house or the voice that belonged to his husband when the door was opened. Pretty sure Minseok was scolding him too when he’s out of his concussion, but oh well, he’s drifting off to the dreamland right now on his bed at least.
Hours later, the birds chirped from outside of the window. The curtains are already open and the bed feels warmer than the time he plopped himself onto the fluffy mattress. Hyeonjun whines softly, letting himself curl even smaller under the blanket. There’s a dip behind him, some whispers that can’t be heard clearly because he’s still asleep.
“Can I jump him?”
“No, you can’t, Hwannie. Papa is still tired.”
“But we need to go to the market or else I can’t buy him the present,” it’s his son’s voice, shifting on the bed and still thinking whether it is good to surprise his father until he wakes up. The other voice is, none other, belongs to the love of his life. Hyunjoon adds, running his fingers through Hyeonjun’s hair in the middle of his sleep, “I think it’s better to wait for him until he’s awake. Let’s prepare breakfast and lunch, he will probably wake up when it’s almost noon. Also, your favorite movie is playing on the TV. You don’t want to miss it.” Hwan whines and he definitely pouts, but the sound of his footsteps carefully leaving the bedroom tells enough that his son is still prioritizing his entertainment above all.
Another silence filled the room. Hyeonjun thinks both of them had already left the room, but then a soft kiss plants on top of his head. An audible whisper that can be only from one person. Hyeonjun feels the blood rush through his veins and it becomes warmer.
Stupid, Hyeonjun curls under the blanket, stupid hot husband. Hyeonjun tends to forget a lot of things when it’s not about his family and work. But he won’t forget this one, especially when it came from the husband himself. The room’s door is closed and Hyeonjun continues to drift to his sleep.
Hyeonjun wakes up in the next hour and a half. The room is completely warm now with the sunlight breaches through the open curtain. Cracking his eyes open slowly, there’s still a weight next to his legs under the blanket. Hyeonjun turns around slowly to find Hwan holding his iPad while watching the movie in full volume.
“Hwannie?” Hyeonjun croaks out to call out his son and Hwan lifts his head up immediately, “Papa!” the next thing he knows it’s a crushing hug from the little 7 year old boy who crashes against him. Hyeonjun chokes on his spit, but he holds Hwan’s body carefully on top of him. “Hi there, buddy. I’m sorry I slept too much today,” Hyeonjun apologizes while Hwan is shaking his head, “It’s okay, Papa. Appa said you came back home very late last night – or was it morning?” the boy looks like he’s contemplating his own answer, “But, anyway, happy birthday! You are the best dad, the same as Appa, for me! Aunty is calling the house non-stop, so you need to answer her as fast as you can.” Hyeonjun blurts out laughing, kissing Hwan’s cheek softly, “Thank you, baby. I will call her back, it’s fine. Let’s get to your Appa, okay? Let me change my clothes first.”
He’s been sleeping while wearing his work clothes, which is very disgusting. But hey, nothing beats an exhausted actor who happened to come back home at 4 A.M. It has been way normalized since back then. Hyeonjun was just too tired more than usual last night, he doesn’t know what caused it, maybe because he’s too happy to have more days off than usual in his birthday month which is the busiest out of them all.
Walking down the stairs with his casual clothes now while holding hands with Hwan to find the sight of Hyunjoon who’s still busy preparing for lunch now. Hyunjoon finds him from the kitchen, tugs Hyeonjun closer to his embrace and buries his nose on the crook of the younger's neck. It’s a normal scene for Hwan actually to see his parents like this. Thus, Hwan plops on the sofa and continues watching the movie on his iPad.
“You smell so good,” Hyunjoon growls deep and Hyeonjun has to hold his palm around his waist, “Don’t you fucking dare, hyung. There’s Hwan sitting on the sofa.” Hyunjoon sniffs the last remaining of his husband’s scent before pulling back off. “Okay, princess,” he raises both of his hands to surrender, “Still though, happy birthday. You need to eat this first and I’m going to shower. We’re leaving after that.” The actor yawns a bit and nods to the plan, after all it’s Hyunjoon who pitched the idea for him.
Brunch has never felt this good. Probably it’s a wonderful day in a wonderful month under the roof of a wonderful house. It’s his birthday and Hyeonjun is sitting in his kitchen, listening to every comment regarding the movie Hwan is watching right now. Hyunjoon prepared enough side dishes for him to gobble, he never expected to have this big appetite on his birthday but here he is.
Hwan paused his movie to rush to help his Papa in the kitchen. He eats the side dish and washes the dishes at the same time. Hyeonjun tells him to start eating his lunch before their day starts at the market. Leaving Hyeonjun to prepare the snacks they should bring, preventing hangryness the three of them will get when the day is getting more tiring because it’s still Christmas Eve later that night.
After they’re done in the kitchen, Hwan is running back to his room to shower and change his clothes. Hyeonjun is munching his snack as he enters his bedroom, finding Hyunjoon who’s now busy choosing his clothes to go out. A flirty whistle echoes from the actor and Hyunjoon’s ears burn red on the tip. Very much bold for being embarrassed coming from the same person who almost mauled his husband who just woke up earlier.
“You’re hot already.”
“That’s not the theme for going to the Christmas market today.”
“But still hot for me though.”
Hyunjoon sighs and lets himself be drawn into the options of choosing the clothes he has to wear today. On the other hand, Hyeonjun cackles with laughter. Before getting into the shower, he kissed Hyunjoon’s cheek. Giving a quick squeeze on the older’s clothed cock for fun, because he can do anything on his birthday.
In the end, the family has already covered up with enough warm clothes and is ready to drive to the Christmas market. It’s an annual Christmas event where a lot of people sell street foods from afternoon until night. You can say it’s a Christmas Myeongdong kind of thing, but the street stalls don’t have to wait until past 6 P.M. It’s also Hwan’s favorite place to roam around and try different kinds of foods alone.
Other than street stalls, there is a small ice rink for people to try skating outdoors. It’s snowy enough outside and it’s slippery as hell. Hyeonjun has tried skiing before, as a matter of fact the family had gone to a ski resort once for a holiday. It didn’t go perfectly smoothly, but it did engraved a core memory in their heads.
“Will you try the ice rink this year, Hwannie?” Hyeonjun asks from the passenger seat at the front. Hwan, sitting at the back, shrugs, “I don’t know. It’s slippery, different from skiing. At least when I went skiing, there were still fluffy snows that helped me to not get hurt that much when I fell.” Next to him, Hyunjoon nodded. “So, you’re going to buy food again?” Hwan nods to answer an obvious question, “Not only food. I’ll bring my cellphone to call you when I’m done. It’s already charged.”
Hwan originally doesn’t own any cellphone. When his parents give him one, it’s not as fancy as an iPhone or Samsung. In this modern life, both of them still don’t want to give as much internet freedom towards their son. The only connection Hwan gets is his iPad where there's Wifi and the computer he has in his room.
It’s quite a bold rule they set in their household, especially Hwan being the actor Moon Hyeonjun’s son. Also, he’s 7 years old, but still not mature enough with how kids these days can do anything with the help of the internet. It’s not like they’re naive parents and think very badly when Hwan is playing computer, most of it are games, if anything they know about it more than anyone else. The precautions are still there, they just hope for a better outcome and prevent the worse from their son.
Arriving at the market, Hwan immediately excuses himself to find the things he wants to buy, leaving his parents behind. There aren’t any specific things Hyeonjun wants. He ate what his husband cooked, spent a quick time with his son back at home, and walked through a Christmas market without having to think about work as luxury itself. Hyunjoon has his own agenda though, first and foremost is to buy a coffee from a cafe he found from the internet.
“Get ready to get asked for an autograph,” Hyunjoon jokes about every time Hyeonjun has to deal with an autograph request when they’re out by themselves. Hyeonjun rolls his eyes in annoyance, mixed with affection with how Hyunjoon tugs right arm closer to his body temperature. Resting his right palm into Hyunjoon’s coat pocket, keeping himself warm in the midst of the Christmas crowd. “I’m fine with giving autographs in the middle of buying a coffee when I’m free from work. You know that,” he’s making a face towards his husband, nuzzling their noses towards each other, “In fact, I hope no one catches us being lovey-dovey like this while our son is running through the market alone.”
“It’s not the first time.”
“Yes, it’s not.”
“We also need to make a countdown for how many minutes someone will know his whereabouts and call –”
There’s a buzzing sound coming from Hyunjoon’s phone and they haven’t entered the cafe right now. The queue is long, knowing it’s December 24th, which is normal. Hyeonjun looks at his husband with a raised eyebrow while Hyunjoon exhales a tired sigh. Hyunjoon cracks a laugh when he shows his phone screen towards the actor before pushing the green button to answer.
“Hey there, Minhyung-ah,” he greets his best friend through the call, “Yeah, no, he was the one who wanted to skim through the market! He said he wanted to buy a present for Junnie.” Hyeonjun can hear the rambles from Minhyung on the other side of the call. He probably finds Hwan wandering around alone in the middle of the market, acting like it’s not the first time this has ever happened. “Well, you know him. He wanted to keep it a secret, please ignore the fact I told you his intentions in front of my husband right now,” Hyeonjun frowns, “Right, right. You can buy him the hot chocolate, he will appreciate it. Yes, I’ll let you into my house after I’m done with Hyeonjun’s birthday. Okay, thank you, Minhyung-ah.”
The call ends and Hyeonjun is still staring at his husband. They move alongside the queue, their feet almost touch the front side of this crowded cafe. Hyunjoon made a face: what now? is translated from Hyeonjun’s perspective. Nothing, the younger shrugs, you’re still hot.
It’s his thing to always rail his husband up in public. Yes, he’s a public figure, doesn’t mean he should do everything in public including embarrassing his husband. Eventually, they get a table and their coffee. The table is still outdoors, but it’s not as snowy as it was a few days ago, it’s still cold though.
Hyeonjun’s coffee is hot and warm. Blood rushed through his veins immediately while Hyunjoon was still pretty cold to be touched by bare hands. Hyeonjun takes a small moment to look at the crowd in front of him. There are a lot of people who visit the market, but somehow he can take a shelter somewhere together with his husband.
“Are you worried that Hwan will get lost in the crowd anytime by now?” Hyunjoon’s palm finds its way underneath the cold coat to wrap around the younger’s waist. It’s calming, his physical affection, and Hyeonjun calms down a bit. “No, he’s an adventurer. He reminds me of myself back then,” Hyeonjun realizes this for a while now, “I remember telling noona that it’s impossible if he takes my traits but look at him now. Right, I should make a call for her. We don’t know if she’s already standing in front of our house without any notice.” Hyunjoon laughs, caressing the warm skin underneath the layer of Hyeonjun’s clothes, “She won’t do that, silly.”
The brother bites back, “She did. Did you forget about it? Or because she sent an expensive seafood ingredient set because she’s worried her nephew won’t eat something good because I’m too busy working.”
While the in-law shakes his head in return, “What are you talking about, baby? Yes, she did, but we were at home back then. Just call her, I’ll call Hwan to come here.”
It’s not only Hyeonjun who suffers as the youngest in the family, Hyunjoon also has a big brother. From the Choi’s family, Hwan is not the first grandchild. But the affection every family member has to each grandchild is the same. Hwan is spoiled by the two families, but he always asks his parents if he can take or receive something from them.
At times like this, both men realize their ages have been caught up. Because sitting for too long in a cafe makes them forget about what’s the original intention of visiting a market. Hyunjoon has his own agenda, but he’s too lazy to walk now. Not when he’s this close with his husband.
Hwan arrives at the cafe while carrying a big carton bag from a store. He sits in front of his parents, drinking the hot chocolate Hyunjoon ordered while Hyeonjun was still busy talking to his sister. Hyeonjun gazes at the bag, thinking whether he should ask about what is inside. Will it ruin the surprise Hwan has for him? He’s considerate about his son’s plan.
Because if there is something Hwan is pissed off in this world, it’s his plan being ruined by someone else. Both men had faced the wrath of their son regarding this.
“What did you buy, handsome?” Hyeonjun points at the bag under the table, “Did you buy it alone or did you ask uncle Minhyung to go together to the store?” Hwan is still sipping on his chocolate before answering, “No. I went to the store first and met uncle Minhyung there. Then I got my drink after that.” He deliberately ignored the first question from his father. He’s serious about the surprise, Hyeonjun thinks. “Well, it’s a big thing you bought there if it needed this big bag for it,” Hyeonjun adds with a chuckle, ruffling Hwan’s hair with his fingers, “I’m proud of you. Come on, finish your drink and we will walk through the rest of the market together.”
Hyunjoon has a thing about house interiors after they got married. It all started from them planning what to build for their house. So, Hyeonjun lets his husband wander around the house interior store, while he’s queueing for street foods with his son. The family might not need any dinner after this, because they have eaten too much at this point.
Hwan offers a fishcake for his father to eat. It still has its steam visible to be seen in the air. Telling it’s warm enough to be eaten. Hyeonjun chews the fishcake inside his mouth and widens his eyes.
“This is delicious. You should try it too, Hwan-ah,” says Hyeonjun with much enthusiasm from eating a fishcake. Hwan looks at him with adoration from his eyes. Probably it’s the first time in so long he sees his father look happy outside of doing his job. “Papa first. It’s your birthday,” he beams wide, “Happy birthday, Papa. Thank you for giving birth to me.”
The little boy he had kept inside his belly for 9 months is now 7 years old. It’s not like Hyeonjun just realized it now. It has been in his mind for years, starting from the day Hwan took his first step. Realizing that his son will not always be a baby he cradled in his embrace.
Hwan has told him a lot of times about being grateful to be born. Hyeonjun thinks about the possibility of that word being turned down when he finally hits puberty in the future. But that doesn’t happen yet and he can prevent it. He can be a better father for his son and maybe other children in the future.
Hyeonjun chokes up on his tears, immediately wiping it on his cheek because he won’t be crying in a Christmas market. Hwan is laughing, probably thinking that his father is a cry baby on his own birthday. Hyeonjun hugs his son while they were walking back to where Hyunjoon asked to meet after spending a time wandering around in a store. This is just the beginning of a wonderful week of the month for him.
“Thank you for being my kid too, Hwan-ah.”
“Why are you crying?”
The question gets thrown first by his husband when Hyeonjun and Hwan find him in front of the store. Hwan is still beaming wide, asking Hyeonjun if he wants to tell Hyunjoon or not. In the end, Hyunjoon doesn’t know a thing about what happened between the two. It’s already past 6 P.M now and they have to drive back to their home before it gets more crowded in the traffic too.
They don’t have a particular Christmas edition within the family. Because it’s mostly a private time for the three of them, knowing Hyeonjun’s birthday is on Christmas Eve itself. Hyeonjun tried hard to not let any other things meddle into his family time, including his own family or the in-laws. They will have their own moment after this one ends, which is usually around the end of the weekend.
The Christmas tree was already decorated by Hyeonjun and Hwan yesterday when Hyunjoon was still in the office. Hwan dragged the bag to the living room and turned on the TV to find a perfect Christmas movie as the background of their traditional family unwrapping gifts for tonight. Hyeonjun is busy in the kitchen, placing the snacks which are marshmallows, some Korean side dishes, and warm drinks to be placed in the center of the living room. Hyunjoon has changed his clothes to a more casual one, joining Hwan to separate the gifts under the tree before taking some pictures to be sent to their families.
“Mom said Hwan really grew bigger,” Hyunjoon tells Hyeonjun who’s now dipping a marshmallow into the hot chocolate, “She was just here for his 7th birthday. He was already big back then.” Hwan is chewing the marshmallow in his mouth, eyes too focused on the movie in front of him to care about the on-going conversation. “He’s a growth spurt. Maybe one day he will pass my height,” Hyeonjun pat Hwan’s head carefully. Hyunjoon shrugs, joining his husband to sit on the sofa, “Well, if he stays caught up in his room playing computer games, he won’t get any taller.”
“You’re literally the last person to say that, hyung.”
“Why me?”
Hwan nods in agreement, cheeks still puffy from the marshmallow. Hyunjoon parts his mouth slightly but nothing comes out, which means he loses the argument. Hyeonjun laughs and kisses his husband’s cheek. Excusing himself to change his clothes first in his room before starting their family unwrapping gifts.
A thick sweatshirt belonging to his husband wraps around his fit body. It’s enough to keep him warm through the PG night in front of his son. Hyunjoon shouldn’t know about the red panty he’s wearing underneath the silk pajama shorts. He will know later, but not now.
Rushing down the stairways to plop on the sofa again, Hyunjoon looks at him with an amused eyebrow raised. He’s still chewing the marshmallow in his mouth, but his eyes are asking otherwise. Hyeonjun ignores his gaze, jumping to ask the main character of the night who’s still busy watching the movie on the TV. Hwan let out a quick ah! because he, too, also forgot he should give a gift to his Papa.
Carefully pulling out the things he bought from the carton bag, there are indeed a lot. Hwan put a big box of puzzle pieces, around thousands, on the table. “This is for Papa. A Christmas edition,” he says with the biggest grin on his face, “Papa finished the previous puzzles before and kept it displayed in Appa’s office. Because I think Papa loves playing puzzles, so I bought one again for him.” Hyeonjun holds the puzzle box on his lap, too speechless to even react with what he just got from his son, “How much is it? It should be very expensive, Hwan-ah,” Hwan shrugs, “I saved a lot of money throughout the year! And no, I didn’t spend that much for games, Appa. You’re overexaggerating.”
Hyunjoon catching strays, classic. Hyeonjun laughs, patting his husband’s back with enough empathy to be shown. The next gift is a family of three mugs. Hwan had it on his wishlist for a long time, because there are only a couple mugs for his parents and he’s excluded as the first son.
“Next, for Appa,” Hyunjoon points at himself, “Me? My birthday is in Summer, Hwan-ah. You already gave your present to me.” Hwan shakes his head, “The theme is Christmas gift. You have to get it too.” Hyeonjun slightly nudges at the older’s arm and Hyunjoon automatically gives in. “This is a small divider for your recipe books in the kitchen. I think it’s still better to display it on the counter rather than hide it in the shelves,” Hwan says as he taps the wooden divider, “It’s not a bad thing to still be learning to cook, Appa. Halmeoni told me too, she knows you’re working hard.”
Hyeonjun rests his head on Hyunjoon’s shoulders. Looking at the wooden book divider, it’s a simple one but it really has a lot of value for Hyunjoon who always lost his recipe books when he needed it the most. He knows Hwan is the only person who can help him when there's chaos in the house, because Hyeonjun was working. It’s a heartfelt gift from their son, the first victim of being blamed (affectionate) whenever Hyunjoon’s belongings got lost somewhere.
Hwan’s parents also prepared some gifts for their son. One of them is a new keyboard for his gaming activity. Yes, they are aware of Hwan’s hobby about this one, but there are still strict rules that apply. Those rules are solely never to be obeyed when it’s holiday time, which is quite frustrating because Hwan is very smart at optimizing his hobby’s needs.
“So, I should probably test this gaming keyboard right now, right?” Hwan beams.
“Not right now, Hwannie –” Hyunjoon facepalms.
“Yeah, not until midnight. But it’s almost 8 P.M now, so I better get going,” Hwan retorts and kiss both of his parents cheeks, “I love both of you. The best parents ever.” Looking at how fast Hwan is running back to where his room is, the echo of his door being closed filled the house. Hyunjoon closes his eyes and Hyeonjun giggles. “You know that we’re so going to get murdered if our parents know about his gaming hobby,” he says while sipping the warm drink, “Not only our parents, noona, and then hyung –” Hyunjoon wave his hand to stop Hyeonjun from talking, “Yeah, I know, I know. We know better about this shit either way.”
Hyunjoon turns off the TV, letting silence fill the rest of the empty space of the living room. Hyeonjun pulls his legs to rest on the edge of the sofa. The marshmallow plate is almost empty, leaving the last one for Hyunjoon to take and chew in his mouth. As Hwan said, it’s still 8 P.M and Hyeonjun has 4 hours left of his birthday night.
Tomorrow is December 25th, another day of his holiday. Hyeonjun expects more chaos in the following days, because his sister has promised to visit the house after tomorrow. That means he’s not going to have this moment, which is sitting so close to his husband, any longer. It will be difficult, even when he’s being dramatic right now.
“Hyunjoon hyung –”
“Do you want to give Hwan a younger sibling?”
Hyeonjun blinks, cheeks blooming pink the same as the tulips petals that sit comfortably in one of the vases on the windowsill in the house. “I – well,” Hyeonjun feels the tip of his tongue suddenly freeze, “What’s the special occasion?” his lashes flutter prettily under the dim light in the living room. It’s visible, his pink cheeks, the very big reason why Hyunjoon is grinning widely right now. “I was just asking. It’s your birthday today, should I give you something you wanted?” Hyunjoon slowly leaned closer to the very pink-faced Hyeonjun, he was so sure there wasn’t any alcohol in the warm beverages he made for the two of them, “Hyung, your hornyness is showing right now.”
It was supposed to be a tease, but Hyeonjun also can’t hide himself from it. The light squeeze on his clothed cock from Hyunjoon is unexpected. Hyeonjun chokes up a moan, running his palm to squeeze the older’s shoulders instantly. Hyunjoon grins sheepishly, running his nose to brush against the younger’s cheek down to where the crook of his neck is.
“Do you think I didn’t realize, baby? This is mine,” he tugs the thick sweatshirt and Hyeonjun groans softly, trying to cover his mouth because they’re still in a freaking living room while their son is in his room at the second floor, “You only wear a clothes that is mine when you want something specific.” The actor squirms under his husband’s touch. Carefully grinding against Hyunjoon’s palm on his cock underneath the silk shorts. “What else got you worked up this much, hm?” Hyunjoon bares his teeth around Hyeonjun’s neck before letting it dig into his skin, “Mmmh –! You asked me this morning, didn’t you? I was just playing along. You were the one who initiated it first, hyung.”
His whining comes out more desperate than it should be. Hyeonjun still remembers what Hyunjoon whispered to him in the middle of his sleep this morning. It was dirty and unexpected, but expected at the same time. Because they did have a conversation about this after Hwan had his birthday a few months ago.
Let’s make a baby tonight, was what Hyunjoon whispered to him. What other things Hyeonjun should do when his hot husband asks him to have a baby together? Being hot and bothered for the whole day was what he’s going through.
Thus, Hyeonjun tugs Hyunjoon’s face to let their lips clash halfway. It’s hot and warm in the middle of the Winter season. The heater works perfectly in their house, because Hyeonjun feels his skin is getting warmer and warmer at the moment. Hyeonjun parted his mouth wider, letting Hyunjoon’s tongue in as he spread his legs on the sofa to give the older more space to lay on top of him.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Hyunjoon growls into the kiss, saliva still attached between their lips, “Such a pretty wife.” Hyeonjun feels his skin being lit by a fire instantly. “Do you really want to be taken right here, baby?” Hyunjoon digs his nails deeper around Hyeonjun’s waist underneath the sweater, “Where our son can catch us having sex?” I don’t care, is what Hyeonjun thinks. If he can get his husband’s cock buried deep inside him in their house’s living room, then so be it, “Take me,” Hyeonjun replied without hesitation, “Take me here, please. Take your wife.”
It’s risky, but when did they never take a risk in the first place? Even when it didn’t involve any sex. They know they have a limited time, thus Hyunjoon gets to his job fast. He pushes down Hyeonjun’s shorts until he sees the red panty. Remember when he decided to act fast? It eventually had him paused for a few minutes because of the sight in front of him.
Moon Hyeonjun, the actor Moon Hyeonjun, wearing a red panty on his birthday while laying down on the sofa. Legs spreading wide only for his husband. The man who made him pregnant with Choi Hwan for 9 months. Hyeonjun’s cheeks are flushed pink, mouth parts slightly open with his chest heaving up and down.
“Don’t look at me like that, Hyunjoonie hyung,” he mutters softly while trying to close his legs. Hyunjoon gazes up, raising an eyebrow, “Like what, honey? Is this all for me?” His palm carefully roams around the exposed skin. Nudging the cock underneath the red panty, the tip is already wet. Hyeonjun squirms, squeezing the edge of his sweatshirt, “For you, hyung.”
“You do really want to rile me up, huh.”
“You were the one who almost mauled me this morning.”
“What can I say? I have the best actor in the country spreading his legs for me.”
Hyeonjun spurts out another precum from his cock. His face is flushed red now, squirming lowly from how he’s too exposed in front of his own husband. Hyunjoon leans closer to use his teeth, slowly drags the panty lower. Carefully raise the younger’s waist higher from the fluffy sofa beneath them until the lacy panty gets freed from his crotch.
The next thing Hyeonjun knows it’s Hyunjoon’s warm mouth around his cock. It’s too loud, the sucking sound in the living room. Hyunjoon’s eyes are still pointing at him while Hyeonjun is long gone up in the abyss of lust. Pushing his sweatshirt higher on the upper body, carefully thrusting his cock inside the older’s hot cavern of mouth.
“Ah, ah –! Hyung!” Tears falling from his eyes, his stomach dwells weird inside, “Hyung –! It’s too deep. I – I can feel your throat.” Hyunjoon pulls back, stroking the cock in front of him with intense strength. It spurts more precum and lands on his tongue. “Sssh. It’s my job to make you come, Junnie. You need to relax for the rest of the night, remember?” Hyeonjun moans again, thighs shaking from the endless pleasures, “Please, please. I wanna cum in your mouth, hyung.”
What should Hyunjoon do other than obey his husband’s wish? At the end, it’s him who’s the main character of the day. Hyeonjun covers his mouth with the back of his palm to prevent himself from screaming too loud. Hyunjoon sinks his mouth deeper, taking Hyeonjun until the tip of the younger’s cock brushes against his throat. It sends Hyeonjun to a different world instantly with how he’s rolling his eyes to the back of his head, vision blurry from the tears.
Just from a few strokes on his cock and Hyeonjun shoots the white paint of his seeds inside Hyunjoon’s mouth. One of his legs fell from the sofa and is still shaking from the orgasm hit. Hyunjoon gazes blankly at the ceiling of his house's living room. Slowly goes back to reality while Hyunjoon laps around his tongue to lick the rest of his cum until it's clean.
When was the last time he had made love with his husband? Hyeonjun doesn’t remember much. Ever since they both focus on raising Hwan, sex was not on their priority list. A weird statement coming from them, but yes, it’s the reality. Adding the fact on what experience both of them had to go through while Hyeonjun was in his pregnancy.
“Hyunjoon hyung,” Hyeonjun pushes himself to lean against the sofa now. Reaching out with a grabby hand towards his husband, “Honey, hubby. Kiss me, please.” Hyunjoon immediately rushes closer to kiss Hyeonjun’s lips, a soft and chaste one where there is no need to rush between them. Hyeonjun kisses back while wrapping both of his hands around Hyunjoon’s shoulders, digging his nails on the back, “I love you, hyung. I love you so much,” he babbles in dazed between their kisses, “I want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside and breed me again. Please, please, I want to get pregnant with your seeds again.”
Hyunjoon chuckles as he nuzzles softly on the younger’s cheek, “So much for your dirty talk. Was I really good at sucking you off?”
Hyeonjun rolls his eyes in annoyance, gasping softly when Hyunjoon’s clothed cock brushes on his exposed tight rim, “The best. I feel like I’m back when we used to make love often abroad on my birthday.”
The routine of them going abroad for both of their birthdays has stopped since they had Hwan. Also, Hyeonjun had gotten a lot more projects since he successfully got back into shape after giving birth to their first son. Shutting up a lot of media regarding his body. But Hyeonjun is not going to lie about him missing all those little routines they had before getting married.
“Do you want me to light the candles first before breeding you?” Hyunjoon asks which gets a laugh from Hyeonjun, “What the fuck do you mean? You ruin the mood.” Hyeonjun is trying to get away from Hyunjoon’s tight grip around his waist, but of course he fails miserably. Not when he has the big cock belonging to his husband thrusting against his rim down there. “Go get the lube first,” Hyeonjun kiss the tip of Hyunjoon’s nose and licks it with his tongue, “and fuck me until I can’t walk.”
It’s rather a command than a wish, which Hyunjoon doesn’t have the slightest complaint at all. If anything, Hyunjoon beams wide, chuckles a little bit before kissing the love of his life softly on the lips. Hyeonjun hums into the kiss, the faint whisper of keep this on from Hyunjoon in the middle of their tongues playing against each other sends another burn on his exposed skin. The actor whines a bit when Hyunjoon had to break the kiss to rush and fetch the lube in their room.
Hyeonjun tosses his shorts and red panties away from the floor. His lower body exposed with his cock stands weakly against his stomach. Hyeonjun sighs, squeezing the sofa pillow nearby. The rushing thoughts of Hwan catching them in the middle of having sex in the living room really struck him for a bit.
His son has a habit of calling his parents help whenever there’s something wrong with his PC in the middle of playing. Hyeonjun glances at the wall clock, it’s almost Hwan’s bed time. But nothing is surely set and safe if they’re still continuing this in a freaking living room. Hyeonjun’s thoughts get brushed away when Hyunjoon gets back to where he’s seated on the sofa.
“Hyung,” Hyeonjun whines and pulls Hyunjoon back for another kiss. Pushing Hyunjoon to sit on the sofa while he straddles the older’s lap. “Kiss me,” he moans into the kiss, grinding slowly on Hyunjoon’s clothed cock between his thighs, “Breed me, make me pregnant, baby.” Hyeonjun yelps, cutting his lower lips when Hyunjoon’s fingers dig deep enough to leave bruises around his waist, “Calm down, Junnie. I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have to rush everything,” Hyeonjun is avoiding his husband’s gaze, shivers run through the skin when Hyunjoon pours the lube around his digits, “or are you afraid that Hwan will catch his Papa sitting on someone’s lap like this? The handsome and cool Papa who always punches bad guys on TV?”
“Hyung, don’t say that –”
“Why? Is it cute to know the Moon Hyeonjun is just a submissive whore for his husband?”
Hyeonjun moans again, burying his head on the crook of Hyunjoon’s neck. On the other hand, Hyunjoon let out a satisfied laugh. He sure does love pushing his husband’s buttons, especially when it comes to his duality between work and personal lives. So much to say from someone who does know actor Moon Hyeonjun from inside and outside.
The first finger brushes around the tight rim. Hyeonjun’s lips tremble, the blood is still there. Tangy, salty, yet it’s satisfying. As if Hyeonjun is aware he is able to bleed out for Hyunjoon.
Hyunjoon calms him down by peppering soft kisses around the exposed shoulder. Pulling his body closer against his embrace. The sight of his sweatshirt comfortably wrapped around Hyeonjun’s figure is something else to be admired. Hyunjoon can spend the rest of the night having this on a silver platter.
“Ah –! Hyung –!” Hyeonjun squeaks, biting Hyunjoon’s shoulder when the digits enter his rim. Carefully and slowly spreading his hole wider. A low growl echoes from Hyunjoon, gritting his teeth as he focuses more on preparing the younger’s hilt. “Too deep… hyung, hyung, hyung,” Hyeonjun chants the older’s name like a prayer, brushing his lips on Hyunjoon’s ear, “It feels so good. I – I want to fuck myself on your fingers, hyung.”
What Hyeonjun wants, Hyeonjun gets. Hyunjoon inhales as much as the leftover cologne on Hyeonjun’s collarbones, nodding to give his permission towards his husband’s request. A light squeeze on the older’s shoulders as he tilts his head slightly to the back. Slowly but surely, Hyeonjun moves to bounce on Hyunjoon’s fingers inside him.
It’s still not as big as Hyunjoon’s cock – nothing as big as it is for his benefit. But having something inside his hole after such a long time is a blessing itself. Hyeonjun babbles thank you, thank you, thank you under his breath too many times for Hyunjoon to count. Sticking out his butt from the older’s lap to be groped and gives more authority to land a light spank on the skin.
“Hahh –! Ah!” Hyeonjun tilts back, tongue sticking out as his cock spurts another sticky white paint from the tip, “Hyung, hyung, hyung. Cock.. I want your cock.” Another spank on his butt and Hyeonjun hit his orgasm for the second time tonight. Thighs trembling from the sensation as his eyes get too blurry for his own sake. “Hyung, please –” he gulps down, pushing the sweater higher to expose his chest to his husband, “I’ll be good – I’ll be good for you. Just give me –”
His sentence breaks in the middle when Hyunjoon pulls out his fingers. Hyeonjun whines, but he holds back for a moment when Hyunjoon pushes his pants down. Drools around his mouth as he strokes Hyunjoon’s cock softly, grinding his tight rim against the tip while pouring the lube across the shaft. Hyeonjun feels like a little kid who finally gets to receive his own Christmas gift, a little bit embarrassing from his behalf but he’s too clouded with lust to even think straight.
Hyunjoon whispers a lot of praises on his skin when Hyeonjun starts to sink himself on his husband’s cock. It burns and engraved more on the exposed skin more than anything should’ve been remembered. Hyeonjun’s head feels clearer when he finally bottoms out, mouth parts open as he moans a little louder before realizing he’s still in the living room. Glassy eyes filled with lust looking at his husband, dainty fingers caressing Hyunjoon’s lips and cheek before kissing him softly.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Junnie,” Hyunjoon moans into the kiss, “So, so pretty. The prettiest man for me.” Hyeonjun beams, gasping a little bit when the shaft buries deeper inside him. The bulge is inevitable to ignore on his stomach and it’s enough to make him feel insane. “Come inside me tonight, okay?” Hyeonjun tilts Hyunjoon’s chin to look at him, “Don’t pull it out like usual, hyung. Inside me, make me full with your seeds.”
Hyunjoon let out a breathy laugh, “Anything for you, princess.”
Hyeonjun chuckles, parting Hyunjoon’s mouth to let the older suck on his fingers carefully, “So much from the best husband in the world.”
It takes him full power to not lose his balance on Hyunjoon’s lap. Planting both of his feet on the sofa to carefully bounce on his husband’s cock. The tip immediately brushes against his sweetest spot and Hyunjoon groans around his fingers. Hyeonjun pushes deeper into his mouth and Hyunjoon takes it very well.
Eyes rolling back and turning white for a split second. Hyeonjun squeezes too tight around him. Nails digging into the actor’s waist, red bruises there blooms prettily like the camellia flowers they have in their garden. Hyeonjun pulls back his fingers to moan softly into Hyunjoon’s mouth, bouncing on his husband’s cock faster and harder.
Blood rushed faster inside his veins. It almost knocked him out in a way he couldn't handle the pleasure any longer. But the grounding grip around his waist from Hyunjoon’s strength takes him back to reality. Hyeonjun’s eyes blinking rapidly, the sensation is too overwhelming for him.
Vision blurry from how full he is inside. Head hangs low as tears fall on his cheeks. Too sensitive to even move, red blooming on every spot of the exposed skin from his lower half body. Hyeonjun whines softly, nuzzling his nose on Hyunjoon’s cheek.
“I – I can’t anymore, hyung. I’m so full,” Hyeonjun whispers as he stick out his tongue to lick on Hyunjoon’s face, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Breed me, hubby. Please.” Hyunjoon groans softly, spreading Hyeonjun’s legs even wider on his lap before thrusting deep inside. In advance, Hyeonjun chokes out in his tears. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Hyunjoon praises in the middle of his hard thrusts, sending another blood rushing pleasure towards his actor husband who can only reply with chains of broken moans in tiny, “Pretty little wife.”
Hyeonjun clings closer to Hyunjoon’s body, giving the control back to the older man. Hiccups of cries slipped out from his mouth. His whole face is flushed red already and nothing can stop him from moaning even when they’re still in the living room. Hyeonjun couldn’t care less the fact his son is still in his room and probably, with a small percentage of possibility, hearing his Papa getting fucked by his Appa.
A pathetic human being that he is, affectionately being praised by Hyunjoon. Another orgasm hit him again with his cock spurts a trail of cum between their stomachs. Hyunjoon latches onto Hyeonjun’s perky nipples, ignoring the fact he’s still wearing his pajama which is now tainted by his husband’s cum. He can deal with it later, not when he has the hottest actor on his lap begging to be filled.
Hyunjoon growls, his thrust turns sloppy. Dragging his growing cock inside Hyeonjun for a moment before buried deep to the deepest part of the tight hilt. Hyeonjun whines, nails digging on the back of Hyunjoon’s neck. Scars engraved on his skin and it's beautiful regardless how it was made.
“I’m close –” Hyunjoon sighs, “Gonna come, Junnie.” Hyeonjun nods with much excitement, bouncing on Hyunjoon’s cock to trigger his release. “Fill me, fill me, fill me – oh! Oh!” He freezes for a long moment, eyes turning white as his hole being filled by the thick liquid belongs to his husband, “Ahhh! Hhahh… ahhhh… ah, fuck. Fuck.” Hyunjoon buries his teeth deep on Hyeonjun’s neck, nails scrapes on the younger’s waist as it leaves scars there too, “God, you’re unreal.”
“It’s so good, hyung. I – hahh… I don’t think I can walk for the rest of the week.”
“You asked me for it, pretty. What should I do other than giving it to you?”
“Oh, my prince. My beautiful and hot and sexy husband.”
Hyunjoon pulls him for another kiss as they calm down from their post-make love high. Or Hyeonjun rather call it making a baby with his hot husband. He will get pregnant in a few months and thinking about the rest of his project progress, it should be fine. Either way, he should take a rest from work after years he went back to the industry.
Hyeonjun pulls up his sweater for Hyunjoon to suck on his nipples. His cock is still buried deep inside. The hours have passed since they started in the living room and there is no sound coming from Hwan’s bedroom. Enough to take it as a conclusion that Hwan is already asleep.
“You still taste so sweet,” Hyunjoon mumbles in the middle of his nipples sucking, “We can try to have a baby again if you’re not pregnant yet.” Hyeonjun laughs, running his fingers through the latter’s black strands. Moaning a little when Hyunjoon bites his nipple, lap around with his tongue too hungrily for an adult in his 30s. “I can still go again after this. Don’t you want to fill your wife again on the bed, hm?” Hyeonjun grinds on his cock again and Hyunjoon chokes on his spit, “Mmmh. But I need to lay down for a while and maybe feed you with my milk. My body feels so sore. You need to make breakfast again tomorrow.”
Hyunjoon rolls his eyes in annoyance, but nods in the end. Well, the top dog in this house will always be the actor. Hyeonjun tugs Hyunjoon’s head on his chest to kiss his husband on the lips. Tasting the sweetness on his tongue as he deepens the kiss to devour the other’s hot cavern.
They stay a while on the sofa like that. Hyeonjun too attached physically onto Hyunjoon, souls intertwined on Christmas Eve after a very long time. Hyunjoon breaks the kiss and brings his hand to tuck Hyeonjun’s bangs to the side. Looking at the love of his life a little longer than he should underneath the living room light.
“Serious talking,” Hyeonjun makes a pouty face, “Happy birthday to you, the strongest person I’ve ever met. You went through a lot both as an actor and a parent. I always say what I’ve been through is incomparable with what you’ve experienced – yes, I know, I know, you don’t like it when I say that. But, you’re just so cool, you know? You gave birth to Hwan, you work your ass off on-screen even when you know you won’t wake up early in the morning like other normal dads for your son. But you did it anyway, because you love our family. That you love me.” Hyeonjun is not making a face now and Hyunjoon continues, “I’m trying hard to keep up with you, to be equal. I do feel like that but sometimes, you’re just way too far when you’re outside our house. You are Moon Hyeonjun, the actor.” Hyeonjun shakes his head, a faint whisper of no, no, I’m your husband to throw away all those thoughts from Hyunjoon’s mind, “and yes, you are also Choi-Moon Hyeonjun. My husband, my boyfriend, the love of my life. The person who will always have my back whenever I feel down. The person who I will always come home to. Because I know, even if you're an actor, you’re still the Junnie that I saw back in the restaurant after I re-signed.”
Hyeonjun pouts, the tears are falling again and he hugs Hyunjoon tight. Burying his face deep on the crook of his husband’s neck. It will take a while for him to finish crying. But that’s fine, they still have the rest of the night and no need to rush.
“I love you so much, hyung,” Hyeonjun sniffles, “Don’t leave me. Let’s die together when we’re old and have 10 children.” Hyunjoon blinks, pulling himself from the hug, “Please tell me you’re joking about the 10 children. You – no, we’re not doing that.” Hyeonjun hiccups, wiping the tears on his face, “Okay then you have to get a vasectomy and fill me up until we’re old and gray.” It’s not a bad idea per se and Hyunjoon can only laugh in return, “Okay, okay. Whatever you want, my love. I love you too, Junnie. Thank you for being my eternal love in this life.”
The lovers spend the rest of the night attached to each other. Declaring endless of I love yous in the middle of their mating session on the sheets. Hyeonjun is too loud for the thick walls of their house. Or is Hyunjoon just too big inside him when they have gone through several rounds until midnight passes? Well, only the two of them know.
At the end of the night, with a fresh pair of clothes to sleep, Hyeonjun drifts off to end his birthday while being wrapped by Hyunjoon’s arms around him. Safe and sounder under the thick blanket, far away from the noisy crowd outside.
As long as he has his Hyunjoon hyung, everything will definitely be alright.