Duri stared at him.
Noeul’s smile widened. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I remember when you used to blush if I looked at you for too long.”
“I still blush.”
“You’re flirting with me in public.”
“Maybe traveling corrupted me.”
Duri laughed.
Noeul leaned closer, his lips brushing the corner of Duri’s mouth. “Or maybe I’m making up for lost time.”
Noeul enjoyed the effect for several seconds before stealing a proper kiss.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s go home.”
They took a taxi. Noeul spent most of the ride pressed against Duri’s side, one hand resting comfortably on his thigh. Every few minutes, Duri glanced down at it, amused.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You keep looking at my hand.”
“I’m appreciating the view.”
Noeul laughed and moved it slightly higher just to torment him. Duri caught his wrist.
For the briefest moment, they both stopped.
Noeul simply looked down at Duri’s hand wrapped around his wrist, then back into his eyes.
Slowly, deliberately, he smiled.
“Careful, Duri.”
Duri released him immediately.
Noeul caught his hand before he could pull away. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He brought his hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. The city moved beyond the windows while Duri stared at him.
“Hyung…”
“What?”
“You’re dangerous.”
Noeul grinned. “You waited all those years. Surely you can handle me now.”
Duri laughed and pulled him closer. This time, Noeul went willingly, curling against him and kissing the side of his neck.
The moment the apartment door closed behind them, Noeul turned. Duri barely had time to take off his coat before Noeul caught the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
Duri laughed against his mouth. “What happened to my shy hyung?”
“He traveled around the world.”