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Changbin hip checked the door to the studio open, careful to not spill any of the coffee he was holding in his hands. Jisung's stupid iced americano was ridicously big and threatened to swap over the edge of the cup at every other step.
"Okay, you sulking quokka bitch, here's what you just missed", he started when he slammed down the drink in front of Jisung.
Droplets of iced coffee splashed onto the desk but luckily not on any of their equipment. Changbin risked a quick glance at Chan, but the other man was in the corner chair, hunkered down over his laptop and didn't see Changbin faux pas. Good. He left Chan's cup on the side of the desk.
Jisung picked up his cup, pulled the sleeve of his other arm over his hand and used the black fabric to mop up the liquid. When Changbin frowned at him, the brat simply slurped noisily from the straw. Changbin smiled and fell into the chair next to his friend, watching him fiddle with the guide track.
"So", Changbin launched into his tale: he had gone down to the cafeteria to buy their overpriced concoctions when he saw Hyunjin rush through the lobby. Curious but not thinking too much of it, he had paid for their coffees and had been back on his way. When he had exited the elevator, he had unwittingly become the spectator to a showdown between Hyunjin and a manager. Changbin knew the manager, that one was handling the applications for the paid internship. Awkwardly standing in the middle of the hallway because the two men were blocking his way, Changbin had heard their entire conversation. Apparently, at the time Hyunjin had made the deal, the CEO had already signed off on Jisung's internship. The manager though, afraid to lose Hyunjin’s cooperation upon learning that this unexpected potential blackmail was no longer actually valid, did not disclose that information to Hyunjin, in turn securing a hefty financial donation to their fundraiser, the Hwang name on their invites and the downfall to Jisung's budding romantic relationship with his sugar daddy. It had been mentioned only after Hyunjin had put down his signature and had been politely escorted to the elevators, words thrown through the closing automatic doors. Whoever had announced the happy news to Jisung however, had not bothered to get their story straight, making it sound as if Hyunjin's money had secured Jisung’s position rather than his own skills and portfolio.
Hyunjin had then proceeded to rip that manager a new one, threatened him within an inch of his life, thrown him the nastiest glance in all of Korean history and then stormed straight out of the building.
"Scary, huh?", Jisung said after another mouthful of sugary caffeine.
"Dude, yes", Changbin emphasized.
"Which made it even sweeter when I had him whining my name", Jisung said under his breath and then cackled when Changbin punched him non too gently in the shoulder.
"Ewwww, who would want to know that", Chanbin said, "gimme that."
He grabbed the keyboard from Jisung and pettily undid the last few changes Jisung had done to their track. He was sure they were good but he needed some revenge.
The brat didn't even flinch, happily sucking at his straw and using the movable chair to swing side to side.
"You're not angry anymore?", Changbin asked after a minute.
Jisung’s face gave away nothing. But he seemed less tense than the last few days.
"An assistant to that manager approached me yesterday and cleared up the situation." He paused for a moment, chewing on the straw. "I'm still angry that Hyunjin thought he'd have to be my safety net. I'll get over it eventually. I won't get over him."
"You sap", Changbin replied and smiled at the screen so Jisung couldn't see his relief. He hadn't seen Jisung as happy as he'd been with Hyunjin in a long time and he was all in favor of them fixing whatever relationship they'd been in.
"You'll go see him tonight?"
"Hmmm", Jisung hummed but didn't specify further, snatching the keyboard back.
_____
Setting the record straight had been a straight up bitch. After Minho had found him crying on the floor of his studio, he had pestered Hyunjin back into shape and told him to get his shit together and fix it.
Jisung hadn't threatened to kill him on sight, had simply asked to be given space and yes he was very very very sure that Jisung would be open to reconcile and no Jisung would not hate him forever and write really mean, really tasteful diss tracks about Hyunjin and get famous with them.
So after his tears had dried and Minho had fed him a home-cooked meal, Hyunjin had waltzed back into the company building fueled by anxiety and a healthy portion of guilt. And then a bit of righteous anger when that manager had had the gall to make light of the situation.
It hadn't magically brought Jisung back into his flat and he still needed to apologize properly. It had helped to alleviate some of that heavy feeling that had been stuck in his guts for the past week though. It had gotten worse every time he had even thought about approaching the blank canvas in his little studio, leaving him restless and well- in tears, just like Minho had found him.
With that unpleasant task crossed off his list, he could now try to figure out how to properly apologize to Jisung and hopefully…what? Get him back as sugar baby? Ask him to be his boyfriend? Officially this time.
How to get in contact though? He had said to not message him so that felt like the wrong approach even if it would be easiest. Should he send him a nice gift to his student dorm and attach a card with message? Nope, felt wrong, too. Sounded too much like rich boy too lazy to show up in person.
But he also couldn't just show up on his dorm steps, begging for forgiveness. From what he had heard so far about Seungmin and Jeongin, the two wouldn't hesitate to call the dorm security on him or just pelt him with popcorn and a random assortment of kitchen utensils until he left. Send him more money and add tiny messages into the subject line? Yeah, Hyunjin, real good one.
Maybe Google could help him? Google had given Jisung a blanco contract for a sugar daddy relationship, so surely Google could help him fix said relationship, too.
Hyunjin had typed half his request into the search bar, when his phone chimed and Jisung’s contact name popped up as a tiny notification, previewing the text message he'd sent.
Sungie
[do u prefer me in red or blue]
"What the fuck?", Hyunjin whispered at his screen, heart in his throat.
[What?]
Sungie
[just answer]
[Red]
[venmo me 30 so I can pick up our dinner]
[pls]
Hyunjin scrambled to get to his Venmo app, almost dropping his phone. After the confirmation screen, he quickly swapped back to his messenger app. No three dots jumping under Jisung’s name. Nothing. Why would he need 30 dollar digitally anyways, when he usually paid for takeout in cash? Was this a subtle way of hinting at Hyunjin that he'd drop by? Just like that? He'd said our dinner, no? Our dinner as in Jisung and whatever hot person he'd picked up as revenge? No, that didn't sound like Jisung either and then why would he have asked for a color preference?
Hyunjin stared at the little icon on his phone for a minute longer. He could still feel his pulse in his fingertips. When after ten minutes there still was no further notice from Jisung, Hyunjin fell backwards onto the couch he'd been seated on, blowing a great big breath through his lips.
Just to be safe though, Hyunjin quickly changed his shirt for a different (read: washed) paint covered shirt, washed his face and took his bangs out of the ugly little ponytail. Face still dripping with water, Hyunjin cursed when someone knocked on his door. Jisung had his own code, he could just come in.
He was grateful for the few seconds of solitude this provided him with still, taking a deep breath before he swung open the apartment door. And then sucked in another breath way too fast when he was confronted with a whole Han Jisung.
He was holding a big bag of takeout food, as announced. A big, puffy jacket was swallowing half of his frame and the dark undercut looked great on him, even slightly tousled from the wind that was no doubt raging outside this evening.
"Hi", Hyunjin finally managed to spit out, mortified at how breathless he sounded.
"Hi", Jisung chirped back and gave him a shaky smile. "Dinner?", he asked and brandished the bag at Hyunjin.
The other let him in hastily, taking the bag from him and standing by awkwardly as Jisung took off his coat, revealing a deep red dress shirt. The silky material seemed familiar and Hyunjin realized that it was one of the shirts they had purchased with the suits. Lord have mercy on his soul, was this a revenge outfit visit?
Jisung sauntered towards the living room, Hyunjin trailing after him like a lost puppy in his own apartment. They set up their usual dinner arrangements, food on the low table and them seated. This time with both of them on the couch.
Hyunjin didn't think that he could get a single bite down even if he tried. He was deadly afraid of making eye contact with Jisung but also couldn't look away.
"So", Jisung started and Hyunjin stopped pretending to eat his chicken, letting his container flop back onto the table.
"Changbin brought me up to date. You ripped that manager a new one, huh?"
When Hyunjin didn't answer to that, he kept going: "When would you have told me?"
"Should I have?", Hyunjin ventured nervously, unsure where this was going.
"Fuck, baby, I don't know. Should you have told me that I was accusing you wrongly so we could clear this up and fix", he gestured between them vaguely, "this?"
That petname was a good sign, right?
"I did try to do what you accused me of. It was just that they had already agreed on your position before I had even been invited to that talk. And I'm really sorry about that. I really am. I've complained for such a long time in my life about corrupted money. I've hated it so much and I admired, still do admire you so much for how hard you worked for this position." He paused, nibbling on his lower lip, trying to gauge Jisung’s reaction.
"But I was ready to abandon all morals. I wanted you to have that position, no matter what. I almost fucked it up, didn't I?"
Jisung blew a breath roughly through his nose, not even looking at him. He chewed on his mouthful of rice slowly, so slowly and Hyunjin could accept that reproach for what it was. Fair.
"Lucky you didn't quit impulsively out of pride, huh?", he tried to joke when the tension threatened to chew him up slowly, just like Jisung.
Jisung stopped eating and slowly gave him a side eye, eyebrows high.
"Jisung!" No way had he rejected-
"I'm kidding! Of course I accepted", the other interjected, one hand in front his mouth to not spew rice everywhere. He swallowed through some laughter, then fixed Hyunjin with another one of those heavy serious stares.
"Just don't do it again?", Jisung asked. "I don't think my anger was inappropriate but I do understand that you had good intentions. It still made me feel like you don't believe in my own potential and that hurt."
Hyunjin quickly shook his head, his hair swishing around him with the speed.
Jisung released a big sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and Hyunjin had the feeling that Jisung had rehearsed this speech a hundred times over in his head and was relieved to have it off his chest. He could definitely relate to that, except that he had only managed to put half of his thoughts into words. It felt like Jisung had caught the important bits nevertheless.
Hyunjin was almost waiting for Jisung to work his magic again, to clap his hands and change the topic to something less awkward. Yet, being comfortable enough to let the silence linger sounded good, too. He wasn't confident enough to be sure which of these two it was right now.
"Say…oh god, no, nevermind", Jisung started and then quickly trailed off, picking his food back up.
"What is it?"
"You don't happen to need another sugar baby, do you?"
Hyunjin gasped.
"It's just…it's a paid internship sure but…"
"Now you want my money?", he laughed. Or chimed out, he wasn't quite sure. Heavens no, please don't let Jisung have come back for the money.
Jisung laughed too and put his food back down to clasp his hands over his face.
"Listen, I know what that sounds like. No, I don't want your money, just… when you need a nude model or don't wanna eat alone just uhm…consider giving me a call?"
He was peeking through his fingers again and Hyunjin finally realized that this was a peace offering. Or more like, a gracious acceptance of Hyunjin’s apology and the willingness to approach reparations.
He picked up his food again, it was barely warm at this point.
"I think I can afford another sugar baby, you know? Seeing as I was kind of thinking that they could maybe turn into my sugar boyfriend eventually", Hyunjin said to his chicken, not daring to meet Jisung’s eyes in case of rejection.
"Oh really?", Jisung drawled back at him, scooching closer and putting a hand lightly on Hyunjin’s knee. "I mean, if you can afford the steep fees…"
Hyunjin snorted, it was his turn trying to not spit rice and chicken everywhere. He put a hand over Jisung’s hand, smiling at him after finally managing to swallow his bite.
"Aren't we technically engaged though? What's the sugar salary for fiance?", Jisung teased him, eyes once more anchored to Hyunjin’s mouth. Hyunjin didn't bother with an answer, simply dipping his chin to connect their lips for a long kiss. They moved closer to each other, trying their best to not break their contact.
"Too early for make up sex?", Jisung whispered against his lips.
"No, no, I think we're right on schedule actually", Hyunjin whispered back, breathless both because he was trying not to giggle and because of their proximity. He leant back in to keep kissing when:
"Hey, by the way, congratulations on getting into the art academy!"
Hyunjin burst into laughter, no longer able to hold onto his happy feelings.
"Right now?", he wheezed, shooting a pointed glance at their entangled bodies, no inch between them.
Jisung laughed sheepishly, eyes going to the side before he closed them for a second.
"Sorry, sorry, it popped up and I had to say it before I forgot."
Hyunjin kissed him, careful to not get lost in it again.
"Thank you. How'd you know?"
"I kept asking Minho for updates", Jisung admitted, then claimed Hyunjin’s lips again, this time not letting up.
Hyunjin eventually moved to his obligatory place on Jisung's lap, straddling his thighs with ease and slumping down to continue making out. He ran his fingers through Jisung’s hair, pushing the strands back and messing them up further. Artfully, of course. That being said…
"Hold on a second", Hyunjin gasped against Jisung's mouth.
Jisung made a questioning face at Hyunjin when the other stood back up, remaining standing between Jisung's thighs.
Leaning down, Hyunjin unbuttoned Jisung’s shirt, draping the dark red fabric tastefully, taking his time to admire the trained muscles underneath. The color did a great job at making his skin glow without making him appear pale. Now, should he leave the pants like this? The belt cinched on that tiny waist was as always incredible but if he were to unbutton the fly and pull down the zipper, like so, he could see the slight happy trail disappear into the fabric of his boxers. The lighter color made it possible to see that he was already starting to chub up, Hyunjin watching closely for a moment before he tore his eyes away to look over his whole masterpiece. Nice.
Jisung was watching him calmly, hands resting on his own thighs. His face was relaxed, his eyes dark and low lidded.
God, if only Hyunjin could actually p-
"You gonna paint me like this?", Jisung asked.
"Can't", Hyunjin replied, a bit reluctant, "too horny, hands too shakey." He bit his lip for a second but asked anyways. "Can I take a picture though? For reference?"
Jisung laughed and cringed, folding in on himself as if to hide but he could be coaxed back eventually. Hyunjin shoved the table to one side to get a better angle, food completely forgotten. He even got Jisung to give him a smirk for his photo.
He thumbed through his gallery quickly, before he locked his phone and threw it onto one of the armchairs.
"Instead of paying with money for your modeling now, would you consider getting paid in orgasms?" He directed the question down towards his lover, hands on his hips.
"Stop, you sound like me", Jisung giggled and Hyunjin tried to subtly watch the way it made his muscles flex.
He stuck his tongue out but danced back swiftly when Jisung lunged at him as if to grab him.
"Do I get a show?", Jisung teased him, sprawled on the couch and watching Hyunjin with hawkeyes.
Hyunjin took another step back, putting a pout to his lips. No doubt that would be fun. He'd get to watch Jisung take himself out of his pants while he watched Hyunjin.
He'd prefer if he could put on an actual show though, not just stripping out of his old sweatpants and a paint speckled shirt that had several tears in it. Hyunjin teased his hands at his own waistband anyways, pulling down just a little as if to expose his hipbones. Jisung palmed himself through his underwear and Hyunjin almost gave in. Instead he pulled his shirt up the tiniest bit, watching as Jisung’s eyes glued themselves onto the sliver of exposed skin, then let it fall and sauntered towards the hallway leading to his room. When he was sure he was barely still in Jisung’s field of view, Hyunjin stripped his shirt off in one go, letting his pants fall and pool around his ankles too. He stepped out of them into his unlit room.
When he heard Jisung get up to follow, Hyunjin scrambled out of his boxershorts to chuck them to the side. He tried to drape himself tastefully over his unmade bed but Jisung was quicker. He crowded him from behind and under breathless chuckles from Hyunjin wrestled him down into the sheets.
Finally they had managed to have Jisung on top for a second. Hyunjin thought about flipping them over just for fun but was too happy with his wrists pinned under Jisung’s hands to try and shake loose. His lover had managed to lose most of his clothing on his way here, just the open shirt sliding off his shoulders. Hyunjin could appreciate the dramatics of it, the satin smoothly gliding against his skin when Jisung pressed closer. Only the light from the hallway illuminated his bedroom, backlighting his lover.
"One of these days, please let me fuck you", Jisung whispered frantically when Hyunjin rolled his hips up.
"Yes, yes, please", he whimpered back.
"But right now let's just-"
Jisung couldn't finish his sentence, dropping his head with a loud moan when Hyunjin nodded enthusiastically and wrapped both their erections in his hand, shaking off Jisung's grip.
"Yepp, yes, exactly, god fuck where's the lube?", Jisung gasped, hips fucking along with Hyunjin’s rhythm.
"Drawer", Hyunjin said, breathless and concentrated solely on the dry slide of Jisung’s cock against his own.
The other fumbled for the drawer of the nightstand, quickly uncapping the lube and easing the glide of Hyunjin’s hand, before he pulled his shirt off completely.
Jisung carefully tipped them both so they were laying on their sides, pressed together as close as possible. Hyunjin mourned the loss of the angle but it definitely made it easier to kiss him. If only his lover would actually kiss him, but he kept teasing him, nibbling at his lips to then pull back, leave hickeys on his neck and press filthy whispers into his shoulder. One of Jisung’s hands had joined the slick mess between them, teasing the tip of Hyunjin’s cock every time he came up on a thrust.
Hyunjin was gasping and moaning, nothing to keep his mouth occupied, to keep the noises locked up. But then he didn't actually want Jisung to kiss him to shut him up if that meant he'd stop talking.
"Fuck, baby, you'd be so good for me, bet your - fuck ah - bet you'd make the sweetest noises for me", Jisung panted. He always spoke so fast Hyunjin's horny addled brain could barely keep up, hanging onto every word. His hips were twitching, orgasm already approaching and making his movements desperate.
"Your ass looks fantastic and your legs, damn", Jisung continued to babble. He threaded his empty hand into Hyunjin’s hair, his lover making another appreciative noise at that.
"Would you let me fuck you from behind? Bet you'd love it so I can pull your hair, baby."
Terrible, terrible, terrible, the mental image pushed more and more pleasure through Hyunjin’s veins. He nodded along again, tongue feeling too big and clumsy to give any witty answers. He tried anyway.
"Wanna ride you", Hyunjin choked out, relishing in the way Jisung's rhythm faltered for a second to then pick back up. He felt like he had said that too many times before yet the rush remained the same.
"Yes, please angel, fuck, anything you want, anything my prince wants", Jisung groaned out, face screwed up in the low light of the room.
The pet name coaxed more noises out of Hyunjin, the pitch of his voice rising. He was so close, so close. He felt ridiculously safe like this, tangled up and sweating, panting and groaning, Jisung’s teeth pressing into the soft flesh of Hyunjin’s shoulder.
He started whining Jisung’s name when he felt his climax creep up on him, his lover making encouraging noises and gently tugging on his hair.
Hyunjin came with a soft cry, the pleasure of his orgasm washing over him and then again, another wave when he felt Jisung go still before he came, too. He stroked both of them through it as best as he could, muscles shaking with the endorphins.
Jisung’s lips were back on his a second later, this time soft and slow and syrupy, Hyunjin reciprocating as best as he could as his brain coasted along. Eventually they were swapping air more than they were kissing, Jisung smiling at him. At least, Hyunjin thought so, the light from the hallway not enough to show details.
They cleaned up as best as they could, they could just take a shower later, whatever. Right now Hyunjin couldn't be bothered, Jisung was cuddling him close. They sorted through their limbs until they ended up as they had often done before.
This position was enough reason to keep Jisung around in Hyunjin's humble opinion. It made no difference that Hyunjin was taller as long as he could curl up and rest his cheek on Jisung’s left pectoral.
"You're serious about this, right? You're not here for my money anymore."
Hyunjin didn't mean to be uhhhhhhannoying or anything but after whatever bullshit they pulled these past few weeks he'd rather ask twice.
"Hyunjin, look at me please", Jisung requested and waited until Hyunjin had turned enough to dig his chin into his chest again.
"No, I'm not here for the money. Probably haven't been since like, week three or something, let's be honest."
"Really?"
"Duh, I admit that I wasn't against getting money. It felt like uhm… you know a safety net if the internship wouldn't have worked out. After the charity event, it felt like I was getting paid for having the hottest boyfriend ever."
Hyunjin hummed at that, smiling into his shoulder. Jisung went stiff under him suddenly, gently prying his chin to make eye contact again.
"You stopped the standing order at the bank though, right?"
"...no?"
"Hyunjin, what?"
"The usual amount is still making it to your bank account on the first of next month? Should I not have?"
"You should have annulled that standing order the moment I screamed at you in your own flat!"
"You had a good reason to yell at me, though."
"Still! No more money, okay? I'm really really not here for the money. I don't wanna be your sugar baby anymore."
"What do you wanna be then?", Hyunjin asked.
Oh this was going perfect. He'd get Jisung to say it without having to explicitly put himself out there again. Joyous world.
"You were present for that conversation earlier though, no? The implications were clear. You even said it yourself."
He was doing that on purpose, wasn't he?
"I'm not gonna ask”, Hyunjin said, then sniffed haughtily.
"I want you to ask though."
"You ask first."
"Uhm, uno reverse card, baby. I'm too petty to not play the 'you owe me one' card."
Jisung pursed his lips and stared Hyunjin down, obviously intent on winning this one.
"Okay, fine, whatever", Hyunjin said while scrambling up to look Jisung square in the face. He planted his hands to either side of his lover's face, keeping his weight balanced.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
"See, that wasn't so hard, was i-"
"Who says that? Just say yes, you fuc-"
"Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend. Please be my boyfriend", Jisung quickly said, a wide smile stretching his lips.
Hyunjin pressed a kiss to the left corner of that smile and let his weight fall onto his boyfriend, relishing in the huff it punched out of Jisung’s chest.
"Your very rich boyfriend, who will still buy you expensive gifts."
"Oh no, how will I cope."
"This isn't just the post orgasm endorphins talking, right?", Hyunjin asked.
Jisung gathered him closer again, prodding and pulling until they were comfortable and snuggled up again.
"I would be so insulted about how you question my feelings every three seconds if I wasn't such an anxious bitch myself. No, it's not the sex, you could have asked me earlier on the couch. In fact, I thought you did ask me to be your boyfriend eventually. You can ask me again tomorrow morning if you want."
"Deal."
(Two days later, somewhere in the city, Minho comes home to his flat, entrance door blocked by the three biggest and ugliest fruit baskets he’s ever seen. The End.)