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Taesan was having a bit of a hard time keeping his eyes— and hands— to himself today.
If anyone asked, he would say it wasn't his fault though.
He could blame something in the Parisian air, the city practically vibrating with frenetic energy as Fashion Week reached its peak. Or perhaps it was the atmosphere that the country itself invoked, every street and cobblestone steeped in so much inherent romanticism and history that it made it hard to keep ones head on straight. And the most base of base excuses he could come up with: maybe he just hadn't gotten enough sleep on the plane. Leehan had wanted to watch Finding Nemo, even though he knew all of the lines by heart, and Taesan had caved to his puppy eyes in about two seconds flat. A new record.
In reality though, Taesan's current state of mind had nothing do with any of that and everything to do with the fact that his boyfriend looked so stupidly gorgeous right now that it was kind of driving him crazy.
The stylists had dressed Leehan up to the point of looking sinful in those tight leather pants and the elegant jacket that clung to his torso like a second skin. And don't even get him started on the artful way they'd arranged his hair! As if Taesan hadn't already been obsessed enough with the red-brown color that brought out the warm tones in Leehan's eyes, they'd just had to pull it all back into a ponytail and leave a few strands hanging loose as almost a tease. Taesan's fingers itched to reach out and brush those errant wisps of hair into place behind his ear but he had to hold himself back because they were in public and this event was important and— fuck, this was so inconsiderate to him! How was he meant to resist his own boyfriend— tempting, delightful and beautiful in every sense of the word, both inside and out— the entire day?
The show wasn't even due to start for another hour and Taesan felt like he was going to absolutely lose his mind.
"Taesanie, are you alright? You've been staring at the floor for a while now."
Leehan's gentle voice washed over him, quiet and twisted in concern as he leaned in close like he was trying to physically see what was wrong with Taesan so that he could help him somehow. Bless his kind-hearted nature, truly, he was the sweetest person Taesan had ever met in his life.
But right now, he was decidedly not helping despite his obviously good intentions.
The sudden closeness only served to strain what little control Taesan had left as he caught a whiff of Leehan's perfume mixed with his natural scent, warm vanilla-amber combined with a hint of the sea. It was a scent that he had come to naturally associate with the feeling of home. They were over five thousand miles away from the dorms right now but Taesan might as well have been sat on one of the couches with Leehan tucked into his side like they did almost every night, the vanilla-ocean scented bliss wrapping around him like a warm, comforting blanket.
Leehan brushed his shoulder against Taesan's in a surreptitious gesture they'd used what felt like a thousand times since they'd gotten together. It was a wordless "I'm here" and a silent promise of "I'll get us out of here if you need me to." Taesan wasn't often the one on the receiving end of the latter half of that since he tended to handle tense situations quite well. Not that Leehan didn't, Taesan was just better at managing his outward reactions usually.
They balanced each other out like that: Leehan being the straightforward one who was blatant about his feelings whereas Taesan preferred to keep his guarded until he'd had time to sort them out himself first.
Taesan adored Leehan's nearly supernatural ability to read people and know what they needed without them uttering a single word. Likewise, Leehan had commented more than once how much he admired Taesan's unflinching— admittedly, at times brutal— honesty. He knew it didn't come from a mean place, it was just that Taesan wasn't the type to hold his opinions back when asked for them. The dichotomy was what made them such a great team— and an even better couple— not that it was without its downsides.
But that was a story for another day.
Right now Taesan had bigger problems like the fact that his too-pretty boyfriend was still staring at him with starry eyes full of concern, his little bunny mouth pursed in a frown that bordered on a pout.
Taesan wanted to kiss him so badly, cameras be damned.
But he was a professional. A full-fledged adult by the world's standards even though sometimes he still felt like he was 18 and stepping onto the stage for the first time, all nerves and forced bravado that had eventually given way to true confidence once he'd found his feet and lost himself to the rhythm of the music with Leehan just two steps behind. He could get a handle on his rampant desires for at least the next couple of hours.
When they got back to the hotel later? That was a different ballgame entirely.
Needless to say, he was very grateful the company had booked them a room to share. It meant there was no sneaking through hallways or worrying about annoyed roommates required. Taesan couldn't wait.
"Seriously Dongmin, what's wrong with you? Now you're just smiling at nothing and it's starting to freak me out." Leehan hissed the words under his breath, Busan dialect wrapping around them charmingly. His pout was now out in full force as he looked at Taesan like he was genuinely worried for his mental wellbeing.
Taesan shook himself and sat upright so that he could lean into Leehan's space. He made sure his lips brushed up against his ear so no one else could hear him, "When we get back to the hotel I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow."
His boyfriend made a noise that sounded like it was caught between choking and a whimper, drawing the attention of a few other attendees around them who looked at him with concern. Taesan felt pleased with himself as red bloomed across Leehan's cheeks through his makeup, settling back into his seat with satisfaction practically radiating from his pores. He felt Leehan kick his foot lightly and stuck his tongue in his cheek to try to curb the smirk that wanted to curl at the corners of his lips as he watched Leehan try to collect himself without drawing any more attention.
Some staff members came up just then and they had to do a bunch of press stuff. Not that it was anything too difficult, just a handful of short interviews for a few magazines and some reporting sites and then some photo ops that would get likely get posted on Instagram before they day was up. It was tedious but nothing they were unused to in their line of work.
Eventually the media circus settled down and it was back to just the two of them. Leehan was resolutely refusing to look at him, apparently trying to maintain the image of unbothered tranquility like Taesan couldn't see how he glanced at him when he thought Taesan wasn't looking. Or like it wasn't obvious how the tips of his ears turned pink every time he recalled Taesan's promise for later.
Taesan nudged Leehan with his knee and waggled his eyebrows playfully when the younger finally looked back at him properly, expression still like a downtrodden puppy. Cutie. He bumped him a few more times just to be annoying and grinned when Leehan finally broke, hiding a laugh behind the palm of his hand as he smiled at Taesan with glittering eyes.
A voice filtered through the speakers, filling the space with a litany of French that Taesan didn't even bother pretending to understand but assumed was likely the announcement that the show was starting. As if to prove him right, the lights in the hall started to dim and the music shifted to something bassy and more upbeat as the first of the models walked out.
As much as Taesan liked fashion, he had something even more stunning that he wanted to look at that was worth more than a thousand designer pieces.
He tried to keep it subtle but his eyes kept drifting back to watching Leehan.
The graceful slope of his nose and sharp jut of his chin were highlighted by the glow of the runway. His eyes were locked on the moving bodies just a few feet away from them, gaze alight with intrigue and awe as he watched the models stride through the room with practiced efficiency.
Taesan would probably have more interest if Leehan were on the stage. The fancy clothes would look ravishing on him surely. In his opinion, everything looked amazing when it was on Leehan's body. He wasn't exactly picky about the style, he just loved Leehan in general. His favorite look of Leehan's being him half-asleep with messy curls flying wild around his head, wearing his 312 pajama pants and one of Taesan's hoodies that made him look positively tiny.
That was absolute perfection.
Mid-way through the show he'd finally managed to keep his attention off his boyfriend for longer than a few seconds and actually focussed on the event that they were there for. He was admiring the cut of the jacket on the current model— not too baggy but just enough to be sleek and stylish, though he could do without the fluff around the collar— when he felt a pair of soft lips touch his ear.
"I know we said we were going to grab dinner after this but," Taesan heard him swallow, voice turning breathy and saccharine as it dropped low, "I don't think I can wait that long."
Taesan clenched his fists in his lap to contain the fresh wave of want that rolled through him, hot and fierce. God, this man was really going to be the end of him.
He managed to restrain himself from grabbing Leehan by the hand and dragging him out of the hall but just barely. The company would probably be upset if he did that and they'd likely never hear the end of it from the others once the news got out. It was only by sheer force of will that Taesan even remained in his seat at this point.
If anyone asked, he wouldn't be able to tell them what clothes the models had been wearing for the latter half of the show. He was too busy thinking about what Leehan would look like out of his, spread out on the pristine white sheets of the hotel bed.
They got through the post-show interviews quickly and did a few more photo sessions that Taesan only remembered in the vaguest of blurs. At some point he heard Leehan say something about wanting to go visit the Eiffel Tower while they were there and briefly lost himself in imagining kissing him under the structure, bathed in the golden glow of the Parisian lights. He already planned to take so many pictures, just to have those moments frozen forever in time like he had so many others.
By the time they wrapped up the last of their work, Taesan's mind was focussed on one thing and one thing only: getting back to the hotel so he could finally have Leehan all to himself.
The first thing he did when the door to his room closed behind him wasn't rip Leehan's clothes off, which might have been what the younger had expected given the little noise of shock he let out when Taesan pressed him up against the door and swept him into a deep kiss. He got on board quickly though, tangling his fingers in Taesan's hair and wrapping his legs around his waist when the older hauled him up with his hands under his thighs.
Taesan tasted the cherry of his lip balm as he licked into his boyfriend's mouth, chasing the lingering sweetness of the gummies he'd somehow snuck into the fashion show when Taesan hadn't been looking. Leehan giggled a bit when Taesan started to kiss down his neck, nuzzling into the spot where his perfume lingered the strongest. The laughter faded into quiet moans that increased in volume when Taesan gently started to bite that pale skin, careful not to leave marks where they could be seen by any curious onlooker over the next couple of days.
Leehan tugged at his hair and let out a loud cry when Taesan bit down on his collarbone.
"Bed. Now. Please!"
And who was Taesan to ignore such a polite request?
He carried Leehan the short distance to the bed and dropped him down, watching him bounce on the soft mattress with hooded eyes. The previously immaculately buttoned jacket was now askew, exposing most of Leehan's pale torso to Taesan's hungry gaze. The lean muscles of his stomach fluttered with each heaving breath the younger took, hair now a messy halo around his head against the silk sheets. He wriggled his hips desperately, leather pants riding low.
A smirk curled up at the corner of Taesan's lips when Leehan looked up at him with a heated stare of his own, eyes begging him to do something. There was no audience now, after all.
Taesan didn't have to keep his hands to himself anymore.