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“Hyung!” Taerae practically stomped his foot, his hand rising and stopping Jiwoong's wrist midair. “I'm not ready yet!”

“It's my hair, not yours,” Jiwoong reminded Taerae with a small smile. They were standing in Jiwoong's bathroom, and the electric razor Jiwoong was holding in front of his forehead was on and buzzing. Taerae jumped into action when he saw Jiwoong’s hand start to move again, ripping the plug right from the outlet. The blades slowed to a halt without a single hair being severed.

Jiwoong sighed.

“Just a few more minutes?” Taerae did his best pouty lips and voice, getting in close and digging his fingers into Jiwoong’s hair.

“Okay. Just a few, though,” Jiwoong nodded, folding for Taerae the way he always did.

Happily, Taerae pulled Jiwoong by the hand, leading him to the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed and laid on his back, reaching up and beckoning Jiwoong to come closer. Jiwoong approached the foot of the bed and stood there for a moment, admiring his boyfriend. Taerae was wearing one of Jiwoong's oversized sweatshirts, a pair of fluffy socks, and nothing else; he was barefaced and smelled like Jiwoong’s body wash. Taerae used it almost exclusively these days, since he’d been sleeping over at Jiwoong’s apartment pretty much every night.

Jiwoong crawled up the bed slowly, his dark bangs falling in front of his face as he did. He spread Taerae’s thighs apart, one hand on either knee, and Taerae tugged up the sweatshirt to fully show his lower half.

“Fuck,” Jiwoong murmured under his breath, licking his lips at the sight of Taerae’s cock, already hard. “So perfect.”

Taerae smiled, watching as Jiwoong got lower, in between Taerae’s legs. Jiwoong started to suck Taerae's cock. He went slowly, taking his time to enjoy every taste, every sight, every sound. Taerae moaned quietly, and Jiwoong felt Taerae’s fingers weave into his hair. Taerae always loved having his hands in Jiwoong’s hair—when they kissed, when they had sex, when they made love.

In more intense moments, Taerae loved having control of Jiwoong’s head by his grip on Jiwoong’s hair, and Jiwoong loved it when Taerae took that control. Jiwoong especially loved the way Taerae could look so soft and sweet—Jiwoong’s pretty perfect boyfriend—all the while rolling his hips and whimpering as he fucked Jiwoong’s mouth, hitting the back of Jiwoong’s throat over and over again. Jiwoong loved when Taerae let his desires take over; when Taerae didn’t worry about what he looked and sounded like when he was feeling good, and just let himself go; when he trusted Jiwoong to use their safe signal (three taps on the hand) if he needed a reprieve, and just went for what he wanted, gripping and pulling Jiwoong’s hair hard enough to make Jiwoong’s scalp sting and eyes water.

Jiwoong would miss so, so, so many things about Taerae, their relationship, while he was away, doing his mandatory military service. But, Jiwoong would especially miss these moments, when it was just the two of them, connecting deeply, without so much as a few words, here and there. Jiwoong loved their deep conversations, too—the ones that often lasted late into the night—but the way he felt so at home in Taerae’s grasp, in Taerae’s embrace, was like nothing else he had ever experienced before, and he wanted to be able to cherish that feeling for a very long time.

“You’re drooling so much,” Taerae smirked, lifting Jiwoong’s head off of his cock and letting Jiwoong catch his breath.

“You love it,” Jiwoong smiled, laughing and coughing a little.

“I love you,” Taerae said, and Jiwoong saw something glimmer in Taerae’s eyes, more shiny than usual. Then, the first tear fell down Taerae’s cheek.

Jiwoong figured this was going to happen. The two men hadn’t talked much about their near future, about how things would change for them while Jiwoong was away. Neither of them had wanted to think about it; they had just wanted to enjoy the time they had left to be their normal selves and worry about the rest later… Seemingly, that “later” had finally come.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s going to be hard, but it’s going to be okay, Taerae.” Jiwoong shifted up Taerae’s body and wrapped his arms around the younger man.

“It’s not going to be okay!” Taerae retorted, hugging Jiwoong back as he started to get choked up. “You’re gonna look so weird with no hair, and then you’re just gonna leave me here, all alone! That is not okay at all, Kim Jiwoong!”

Jiwoong laughed. “I’ll still have a little hair, though. It’s a buzz cut, not a bald cut.”

Taerae laughed, lips trembling as he sniffled again. It broke Jiwoong’s heart to see him so upset.

“It will grow back!” Jiwoong assured him. “It will!”

For some reason, Taerae started to sob at that, and new tears burst forth. Jiwoong kissed Taerae’s face all over, whispering compliments and memories and random thoughts, things he knew would make Taerae laugh and feel better. In the end, Taerae’s tears had stopped falling, but in their wake were some very red and puffy eyes.

“Hyung,” Taerae said softly, wrapping his legs around Jiwoong’s waist. Despite all the heaviness in the air, Taerae managed to make things feel lighter for a moment: “Wanna take some sexy polaroids of me, so you can remember how hot I am while you’re away?”

Jiwoong shook his head. “No. I will not risk anyone else getting ahold of those. Also, I’ll have my phone with me.”

Taerae pouted. “A phone can be stolen, too. And it’s not like I would have my face showing. It could be an extreme closeup. Please?”

Jiwoong laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll just think about you all the time, and keep the memories as perfect as I can make them. How’s that?”

Taerae glanced between Jiwoong’s big brown eyes, always so alive and bright when they were looking at Taerae.

“Okay, fine… But when I do my mandatory service, I’m taking a whole photo album of you. Page after page of hyung’s cock, ass, chest, thighs, arms, hands—”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Abs, dick—”

“NO!”

“Pleeeaaase!”

“No.”

“Hyung!”

“...Maybe just one photo of my ass… One.”

“Yay! Thank you, hyungie!~”

“You’re welcome, Taerae-ya.~”