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Soobin didn't call or message Yeonjun at all. He stayed away from his phone and wrote way too angsty poems about being cheated on and lied to. Dramatic? Well, maybe. But that was his way of processing things, ok? Realistically, he knew he should be mature and confront Yeonjun. Talk to him. But he didn't want to, not until he had enough of his suffering pit at least.

His interview at the bookshop went well. Yeeun still made faces at him while her grandma wasn't looking, but Soobin thought she looked kinda funny doing them, so he gave her a pass. Sieun, the grandma and owner of the place, asked him to come back on Friday to see how he would do at the job.

Soobin wanted to be completely happy about it, he did. But then he remembered that his boyfriend was a liar and just desired to be swallowed by the ground.

His test-day on Friday was fine. It was just Soobin and Yeeun at the shop, so he was extra conscious of himself. The girl kept staring at him with narrowed eyes everytime he talked to a client or dusted off the shelves, and then writing things he figured out were observations about his work at her pink notepad. She kept it up until the lunch break, Soobin was supposed to leave, then.

He cleared his throat, approaching the girl, who was busy playing on her phone and chewing gum at the cashier, with careful steps.

– Yeeun-ssi?

– Yeah? – She looked up with an arched brow.

– Did you write good things about me? Or did I mess stuff up? – He asked in a - hopefully - light tone, averting his eyes.

– I wasn't writing anything though…?

– Oh? I- I thought you were taking notes, on your pink thingy. – Soobin cringed at the awkwardness in his speech.

– Nah, I was doodling bunnies cause you look like one. – She spoke, going back to her phone as she waved him off, dismissing his presence.

Soobin stared at her in shock, her words throwing him off. It reminded him of Yeonjun for a moment, which was really bad for his mental health.

– Excuse me? I thought you didn't like me… – He worded it out slowly.

– I don't know you, Soobin. Why would I dislike you? – Yeeun briefly looked at his forehead before shoving him away from her counter. He ignored the informal way she spoke to him, choosing to nod and grab his things to go home.

– Grandma will call you next week! – Yeeun screamed when he was about to leave.

Soobin walked home in a weird mixture of happy and sad. He once again ignored Yeonjun's calls and texts, he knew the older would come by later for their bonding session as well as their friends, but he would solve that when the time arrived.

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Soobin locked himself inside his room. No, it didn't solve anything, but it gave him time.

That was very far from mature, but what could he do, really? He had a liar for a boyfriend.

As soon as he heard Yeonjun's voice inside the apartment, he ran to his door to lock it. Hiding himself under his sheets next, wishing they had the power to make him invisible.

– Soobin? Open the door! – Yeonjun's voice sounded muffled from outside.

– Go away! – He screamed.

– Not until we talk! Why are you ignoring my texts and calls?

– I don't know, why would I be doing that? – Soobin replied with irony, rolling his eyes at nothing.

– What does that even mean? Did I do something? – Yeonjun asked, voice sounding higher and poutier, he knocked non stop at the door. – Open this door right now, Choi Soobin or I swear to God I will climb your window screaming 'Juliet' for the whole neighborhood to hear!

Soobin groaned, not doubting Yeonjun's words for even a second. He would definitely do that, Soobin knew him well enough not to risk it.

The brunette stood up from his bed, groaning frustrated with himself. He slowly opened the door, letting a messy haired Yeonjun in. He looked tired, like he hadn't rested well.

– What happened here? – The older asked, taking in Soobin's disorganized room with horror.

Clothes and books spread throughout the space and a few snack packages laid around. Soobin hid his face between his hands, groaning again. Being in love with a liar was so difficult.

– You lied to me. – Soobin accused, pointing a finger towards a confused Yeonjun.

– Huh?

– You don't have rehearsals on Wednesdays! What are you hiding from me Yeonjun? I don't mean to be intrusive, really. But I bumped into Seunghun earlier this week and he told me you guys weren't meeting on Wednesday at all for months. – He spat the words out, feeling a weight leaving his shoulder. – And also, what the hell was that text about telling me something?

– Huh? What text?

– I am sorry, I didn't mean to look but, hm, a few Fridays ago I saw a text about you needing to tell me something on your chat with the band and that's been bothering me. – He rambled.

Soobin sat down on his bed, feeling tired from the conversation already. He was afraid of knowing why, and what. Yeonjun lied to him for weeks. Why would he ever do that? They barely started to date and were already fighting. He felt sort of discouraged, and well, disappointed.

He patiently waited for the red haired to sit next to him while catching his breath. Yeonjun took his hand and cupped the right side of his face, making Soobin look at him.

– I am sorry for lying… I just- I didn't know what to say or how to say it.

– Say what? – Soobin asked, scared of the answer. Scared of discovering something that could ruin the building trust between them.

– Well, I- I am seeing a... therapist, I haven't told anyone yet, except for you now. The text wasn't about it though...

Oh. Oh.

That was it? A therapist?

Soobin gulped, holding tighter at the older's hand.

– What was it about then?

– I scored us a possible deal with a record label, that's why the producers wanted a few demos and came to watch us play.

– Yeonjun! That's amazing. Why didn't you tell me?

– I wanted things to be more… real first, before telling you.

– Ah... Are you really seeing a therapist? – Yeonjun nodded with rosy cheeks. – Why were you hiding it?

– I was sort of... ashamed in a way? I am sorry, it's really dumb.

– No, it's not dumb. And that's nothing to be ashamed of. I- I am sorry for overthinking things, I should have talked to you. – He laid down on the bed, bringing Yeonjun's body closer to his.

– No, Soobin. – Yeonjun sighed. – That's not your fault either, I would overthink things too if you lied to me… I am really sorry.

– You are forgiven. How is it going? At therapy? Is your doctor nice?

– Yeah, it's very emotionally draining to be honest, but it's a process, right? I will slowly make progress. – He took a heavy breath that gave away his anxiety.

– I am proud of you, Yeonjun. – Soobin whispered before kissing the tip of the older male's nose.

Yeonjun looked at him with watery eyes, hugging him closer to hide his face at the curve of Soobin's neck as he slowly started to break down.

– I don't wanna feel guilty forever, Soobin. I- I want to be free from all this mess.

– Guilty of what, baby? – Soobin regretted asking when Yeonjun squeezed harder at his shoulder, tears finally rolling down his eyes and sobs escaping his throat.

Soobin felt like crying too, it was so weird seeing someone as fierce, strong and bright as Yeonjun sobbing inside his arms. It felt almost unreal.

– I can't say it yet, but will you hold me tonight?

– Of course I will, baby. I won't let you go, I promise.

He let Yeonjun cry into his arms the whole night, sending Beomgyu a quick message asking for him to keep everyone away from Soobin's room. He ran his fingers through the red hair until Yeonjun fell asleep on top of him, face smashed against his chest in a way that made his lips stay slightly open in a pout. Soobin followed him right after, dozing off to sleep with Yeonjun's soft breaths as background noise.

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Yeonjun apologized again and again to him on Saturday morning, following him around the room like a lost puppy. Soobin continuously reassured him that things would be ok, that they were fine and he was proud of him. They were, finally, in a relaxing atmosphere, watching a random cartoon when Beomgyu knocked on the door.

– I should probably tell him, right? – Yeonjun asked, biting at his nails.

– You should. – Soobin sent him an encouraging smile, watching the red haired get up and open the door to confront his brother.

Yeonjun made them lunch. Soobin and Beomgyu delighted themselves with tasting homemade food again after the long drought. Soobin noticed how both brother's eyes were red from crying, but didn't ask anything. They seemed ok enough.

– Are we ordering an Uber later? For your dad's dinner? – Beomgyu asked, catching Soobin away from his thoughts.

– Yeah, we can split the money between us that way. Have you bought the candles that I asked you for?

Beomgyu nodded, mouth full of food.

They had a long day ahead of them. A whole dinner party to prepare for Soobin's father. Thankfully Beomgyu's mother would be helping them with the majority of the tasks.

Yeonjun stared back and forth between Beomgyu and Soobin, the taller male could tell his boyfriend was feeling awkward.

Oh, yeah.

His father didn't know about Yeonjun yet. For all he knew, Soobin wasn't actually dating anyone, just infatuated with a senior of his.

Truth be told, Soobin invited the other man on an impulse. His head glitched for a second. He felt way too brave around Yeonjun, he blamed him for that. But well, Soobin really wanted him there, by his side, as his boyfriend. It didn't matter what his father would think, really. They would be fine.

He still sort of longed for his approval though.

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Yeonjun was shaking by Soobin' side. The brunette wasn't in a much better state either, bouncing his leg up and down inside the Uber. Beomgyu was the only one who seemed ok, lost in the music playing on his headphones. Soobin held Yeonjun's hand until they got to their destiny, trying to both give and receive a little bit of comfort.

Beomgyu's girlfriend was already at his mother's apartment when they arrived. Yeonjun stayed beside Soobin while the other greeted his mother and girlfriend.

– Aren't you greeting your mother, Yeonjun? – Yunha asked, coming close to them.

– Hi, mom. – He smiled tightly.

– Hi, auntie. – Soobin greeted her, receiving a hug as response.

– You two seem a lot closer, are you friends now?

Oh, fuck. Should Soobin tell her? Would Yeonjun tell her? Before he could open his mouth, his dad threw his front door open.

– For how long are you punks staying in the corridor? – He asked, crossing his arms.

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At the beginning of the evening, things went as smoothly as possible. The smell of food brought a strong feeling of home, everyone ate and drank, playing a few card games from time to time and even a round of charades.

Yeonjun was weirdly awkward, Soobin had never seen him so out of place before. However, they still made sure to be on the same team for each of the games, so they wouldn't be as nervous. It didn't work that well, but it made a little difference.

Soobin's father called him to the kitchen to help him with the beers. Soobin felt bad for leaving Yeonjun alone but at least Beomgyu was there too. He followed his father' step until they stopped by the fridge. The man crossed his arms and pointly stared down at him. Soobin cleared his throat, averting his inquisitive gaze.

– You seem close with Yunha's boy.

– We- We got closer recently, yeah. – He stuttered as his father's eyes narrowed.

– What about that college senior you mentioned you liked? Did you confess to him yet? I wanna meet him, a couple of future engineers, huh? – He pressed, raising his voice a little.

Soobin heard the noise of something hitting the floor and looked behind him, finding a confused Yeonjun picking up his phone on the floor.

– I am sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. – He bowed before walking away.

Oh no, had he heard something his father said?

Soobin excused himself to go after his boyfriend, but caught him leaving the apartment. Hell no, that wasn't happening, no way. He refused to go through another misunderstanding with Yeonjun. Soobin took a deep breath and followed Yeonjun out of the building, he found him walking by the wall.

– Yeonjun? – The man stopped and looked at him. – No, no, no. You are not going away, do you hear me? I am sick of misunderstandings. We are not pulling one of those "he heard the wrong thing and went away forever" cliche!

– I wasn't going away though…? – He said, leaning against the brick wall as he pulled a cigarette and his red lighter out. – You read too much. I came outside for a smoke, my plan was to calm down and wait for the night to be over so I could talk to you.

– Oh? That's wise of you. – Soobin whispered, genuinely impressed.

– I told you I was making progress. – He chuckled, lighting the cigarette on. – Hurry up and spill the whole story to me, Choi Soobin. Being a wise man takes up too much effort.

– What did you hear?

– That you like a senior engineer guy, is that Changmin? Am I your second option? – He pouted, his voice a mixture between worry and irony. Soobin wished he could read him better.

– No! I fucking- really like you, Yeonjun. I was afraid of telling my dad that the guy that I liked was you, so I just told him it was a senior…

– Sounds like you were ashamed of me, I don't like that. – He took a long drag of the cigarette, facing the passing cars on the night street.

– I wasn't. I am not, I promise. I admire you so much, Yeonjun, you don't even know.

– Yeah? – He smirked. – Keep going, I like where this is going.

– Let me talk, Yeonjun! – He whined, watching the older one press his lips close as he pretended to lock them. – I wasn't ashamed of you, but I was afraid of what my dad would say, yes. If he opposed himself I don't know what I would do, I was feeling too sensitive at the time. I came out to him on the same day, it was an overwhelming experience.

– Fair enough, babe. – Yeonjun threw the remains of the cigarette on a trash bin, hugging Soobin right after. – Let's go back inside, huh? I wanna kick mom's ass on games again.

The rest of the evening went well. They sang happy birthday and ate in peace. Soobin's father seemed eagerly curious about Yeonjun's band activities and his future plans, keeping his eyes on the pair the whole night. Soobin knew the man had things figured out already, he had to. Later, when they all left and Soobin stayed behind to clean up the kitchen, his father cornered him.

– Yeonjun? Really? That punk? – The man asked. – What a nice birthday surprise.

Soobin groaned, turning the faucet off to dry his hands.

– He makes me happy, dad. I am sorry I lied to you.

– I knew that senior thing had to be a lie… – The man shook his head. – Listen, don't let him drag you out through the city on that motorcycle, pay for an Uber! I don't trust those things, they are dangerous.

– Is that all you have to say about it? Really?

– Do you want me to say more? – He crossed his arms.

– Hm, not really. That's fine, I guess.

– Great, now go do young people stuff, or whatever. I am dying to open a wine bottle with Yunha, she won me on Jenga last time. I need to get my revenge.

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Yeonjun didn't sleep at Soobin's apartment that night, leaving his bed empty and cold. He didn't come by on Sunday either. The brunette figured out the other needed some space after the recent developments. He still sent him funny and cute animal videos he found on Instagram, though. He knew how much Yeonjun liked those. Soobin wanted to comfort him in any way he could.

He had been finishing up a draft when his cell phone started to ring. Only then, he noticed how dark it was outside, curtains shaking because of the wind. 8:30 pm. It showed on his phone when he answered Yeonjun's call.

– Soobin.

– Babe? Are you ok?

– No, I-I am not. Can you come by my apartment? I really need you here. – His voice sounded frail through the phone. Soobin felt his chest tightening with worry.

He stood up, grabbing his hoodie and already walking out of his bedroom.

– Of course, I will be there in a second.

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Soobin hugged the older man immediately after he opened the door with swollen, red eyes.

– What happened, Yeonjun? – He asked, mouth against the older male's hair, inhaling his strawberry scented shampoo, while Yeonjun shook against his body.

– I tried to make amends with my mother… I really tried to talk to her, Soobin. I swear I did. But she is so damn difficult. – He grabbed Soobin's hoodie, pulling the taller one even closer. – I think she hates me for real.

Soobin didn't get the deal between them that well. Yeonjun usually didn't like to talk about his mother, mentioning his father way more often. As it seemed, he used to be glued to the man until his teenage years came, and he passed away. Yeonjun earned the passion for music from his dad, treasuring the guitars the man left behind for his sons. Soobin couldn't understand why Yunha held so much grudge towards her own son for doing what he loved.

Maybe she couldn't understand Yeonjun at all, he thought.

– She doesn't hate you, Yeonjun. That's impossible! Maybe she just doesn't understand you… Which is a pity, she is missing out on so much. You are a rising star, love. – Soobin cupped his face and brushed their noses together, not a bit surprised with the urgent way Yeonjun kissed him.

Soobin made Yeonjun his favorite ramen, told him about the talk he had with his dad and listened to him ranting about his mother, a few tears escaping the red haired's eyes. Apparently, the woman refused to acknowledge his job or efforts, and to attend a session Yeonjun's therapist requested her at. Soobin held back his own tears, silently angry at her. How could she simply deny something like that?

He calmed himself down with a breathing exercise. Soobin had to be a stable source of comfort for Yeonjun at that moment, and so he was.

– I won't look for her anymore. – Yeonjun whispered. – Beomgyu is enough, I won't try talking to her. It's too hurtful.

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Monday morning Soobin got a call from the bookshop. He was sitting at Yeonjun's kitchen counter with his boyfriend in between his legs, hugging him close, when his phone started ringing non-stop.

– Hi?

– Hey, loser. – Yeeun's voice resonated through the call. – Just calling to inform you that, sadly, you didn't get the job! – Soobin' stomach dropped, looking anywhere but at Yeonjun's questioning eyes.

– Yeeun, stop that! – He heard the bookshop owner's voice through the call, followed by a "Ouch" that certainly belonged to the blonde girl. – Soobin? Are you still here?

He cleared his throat.

– Yeah, I am. Hi, Sieun-ssi.

– Can you come by tomorrow morning for us to arrange your schedule? The job is yours. I am sorry for Yeeun's... Prank.

Soobin's chest bubbled with excitement at the elder's words.

He got the job, he did it.

He got down from the counter to jump a few times. Ignoring Yeonjun's weirded out looks, Soobin answered the woman.

– No problem. Of course I will be there! Nine a.m, right?

– Can you make it at eight thirty?

– Sure!

– See you, Soobin-ssi!

As soon as the call went off, he threw himself at Yeonjun's arms, circling his arms around his boyfriend.

– What is going on, what made you this happy? Who is Sieun? I am feeling kinda jealous… – He whined on the hug. Soobin chuckled, lightly slapping his arm.

– I have a job! – He giggled, body vibrating with excitement. He felt so alive.

Yeonjun smiled widely at him, swirling Soobin around the kitchen before kissing his entire face, exclaiming "congratulations" each time his lips found a new spot. Soobin's chest seemed like it would explode from the tingling warm feeling that possessed it.

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Soobin called the company he got the internship to decline their offer. He almost had an anxiety attack on the call but thankfully managed the task, he bought himself ice-cream to congratulate himself. Beomgyu almost killed him in a suffocating hug when he found out about his new job and major change. Soobin let a few - happy - tears fall into his friend' shoulder, but Beomgyu didn't mind them, only hugging him even harder.

– I am so proud of you, Bin. – His friend said. – Let's open a bottle of emergency wine!

They celebrated playing fps games while drunk.

His first week at his job was nice. Yeeun kept on teasing him, but they somehow worked in a nice atmosphere. The only difficulty Soobin encountered was the change in his routine, it was hard maintaining a good college performance while working. But he would get used to it with time, he figured.

Yeonjun was finally recording his album. Soobin watched a few rehearsals when he had time, and eventually, he got closer to Yerin. The bassist was funny and she, herself, told him about the time Beomgyu caught Yeonjun and her kissing to piss their exes off, noticing the way Soobin was slightly awkward around her.

Soobin took his father out for dinner when he got his first paycheck. He paid for everything and at the end of the evening, when they had gulped down three soju bottles already, he confessed about his major change and his new job. His father wasn't happy about it, but he wasn't super mad either - thankfully. Soobin couldn't deal with more emotional dilemmas anymore, there had been too many lately for his poor brain to take and process.

– You know how stubborn I am, dad. I will make it work, that's a promise. – He told him, who sighed and ordered another bottle of soju.

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– I could write songs about your dick. – Yeonjun said as they both orgasmed after jerking each other off underneath the shower's water stream..

Lazy morning sex was the best.

– Please don't. – Soobin laughed, getting off the shower.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and went back inside his bedroom to get ready for another work day. Yeonjun pouted under the water, dramatically calling his name until he gave up and finished his shower too.

Soobin reorganized the entire bookshop. Surprisingly, Yeeun had helped him, seeming excited with the project. They had been getting along just fine, her constant sour mood was amusing, and it fit her young age of seventeen. Soobin remembered how difficult he was at that age too. She still refused to refer to him with any kind of respect, but Soobin let that go.

With Taehyun's help, he started an Instagram account for the place and slowly began to post reviews about a few books there as a project for one of his college subjects.

People started coming by more often. Ms. Sieun was happily surprised with the changes Soobin and Yeeun were making there. They began to organize thematic events of poetry and book creative readings for all ages every first and last Wednesday of the month. Yeonjun often came by after his therapy sessions to stare dumbly at Soobin while he read kids' books wearing cute costumes. Yeeun was far away from being happy with having to wear them too, scowling the whole time but still following along.

She took a liking to Yeonjun almost immediately, which pissed Soobin off. The teenager even called him by honorifics, asking the red haired to teach her how to play the guitar and what brand he bought his red dye from. Soobin wasn't really surprised when she showed up to work with bright red hair, almost giving her grandma a heart attack. Thankfully, the woman was way too satisfied with how well the business was doing to succumb.

– I should make you the manager at this point, son. – Sieun told Soobin when she handed him his paycheck. He was shocked when he saw the extra money there.

– I knew you wanted to be a manager or something. – Yeeun glared at him when he came out of her grandma's office. – Never trust people in suits. – She narrowed her eyes, turning her nose up and walking away.

Soobin felt like exploding from happiness. He promised for his father that he would make that work. His heart stupidly raced when he realized he had been keeping his promise.

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– You know… – Yeonjun started to talk, they were celebrating his new job position at a bar next to his apartment. – I always wanted to fuck a hot business man. Now you are one. – He arched his eyebrows suggestively.

Soobin rolled his eyes, cursing his dick for trying to harden on his pants. He gulped down a shot before answering his boyfriend.

– Yeonjun, I am literally just the manager of a bookshop of all things. I didn't even know that was a thing.

– Well, whatever. That's still hot. – He tried to wink with one eye only, failing miserably, which made Soobin laugh and drag him to the bathroom so he could kiss him stupid.

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Something had been different between them. Soobin couldn't point his fingers exactly on what, but everytime Yeonjun said "I really like you" he felt closer to the answer. During their next Friday night bonding time, Soobin couldn't stop staring at Yeonjun, paying attention to every single detail of his face and maneirisms. Just looking at him made Soobin feel happy and warm, comfortable and brave.

He took a sip of his beer and threw a +4 card at Yeonjun, who stared at him with a angry frown on his face.

– You are such a traitor. – He groaned, grabbing the cards.

– Blame the game, not the player.

– Just you wait, Choi Soobin.

Yeonjun got his revenge later, throwing a reverse card and two +4's cards at him, mockingly whispering: "Blame the game, not the player."

Yerin pretended to throw up by Soobin' side.

– Can you two please stop flirting, there are other people in the room. – Taehyun groaned, sipping his own beer while Huening Kai played with his hair from where he was sitting on the couch, the younger had decided not to play and just watch their match.

Yeonjun gave them his tongue, nudging at Soobin's shoulder for him to get his eight cards so Yerin could play.

Beomgyu ended up winning the game, teasing his brother non stop throughout the night.

– At least I won over Soobin, that's enough. – Yeonjun mumbled, to which Soobin only rolled his eyes, playfully trying to get away from his embrace.

Later, when they laid down in bed and Yeonjun bothered Soobin non-stop until he told him a story for him to sleep, the red haired whispered an "I really love you" instead of the usual "I really like you", before completely sleeping.

– Yeonjun? – Soobin called to him, but all he got as an answer were his soft breaths. He didn't even know if Yeonjun was aware of his words, but regardless, his heart was having a hard time. He wanted to say it back, out loud for his love to hear.

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It was the soft and simplest, almost secret intimacies between them that the younger began treasuring the most. Like when Yeonjun was able to stay over all night, Soobin always ended up smelling like him, his fragrance stuck on his bedsheets and he knew, that Yeonjun always ended up smelling like him too, texting him I miss you's every time he was past Soobin's apartment door.

Their showers filled with more laughter than actually cleaning up, soft kisses with a side of giggles, tight hugs full of sentiment, and the secret language they slowly developed with their glances and gazes. Soobin was scared of the telepathic powers they had built in such a short time.

It wasn't a very short time, actually. They had been together for five months, four officially dating. Time flew by too fast for his liking.

Soobin stared at the man laid down on his bed, before going back to his study session with a smile on his face.

He loved Yeonjun too.

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Soobin had been stressed by his finals, it was extra difficult to get through it now that he also had a job. Thankfully, Yeonjun was there to cheer him up with their makeout break sessions. And to give him a massage after he came back from work. After Soobin got the result of the last test, they all went out to celebrate the end of another semester.

The night was the perfect opportunity for him to get what he had been wanting for a certain amount of time. It was borderline stupid how long they had been taking to get there. He decided to take extra care while showering and getting dressed, even though he felt tired.

Beomgyu tried to take his clothes off at the top of their v.i.p table at the club they were at. Only stopping after getting dirty looks from the security team. Yerin had been busy flirting with guys at the bar and Yeonjun and Huening Kai were dancing to a pop song on the dance floor. Soobin would have joined them, but he wanted to save his remaining physical energy for later, he was tired after all, and kind of horny too, like he always seemed to be, Soobin was pretty sure that was just a personality trait at that point.

Taehyun had been cheering Beomgyu on his drunk shenanigans, having the time of his life recording videos of their friend. Soobin feared for Beomgyu's remaining reputation after that night.

He smiled against his drink when he saw Yeonjun walking towards their table, leaving a wild Kai kissing Yerin at the dance floor. Soobin stared at them in shock, how did that even happen? He then looked briefly at Taehyun, who still had his phone directed at Beomgyu, filming him doing flaming shots. Soobin swore Taehyun and Huening Kai had something going on.

Beomgyu's girlfriend soon appeared to drive him, Huening Kai and Taehyun home. Yerin asked for a ride and the other woman gladly took her. Beomgyu's girlfriend was nice, she wasn't the most sociable, but she had always been gentle and nice everytime Soobin was around her. It was such a contrast of personalities that he wondered how they were able to make it work for so long.

The Uber Yeonjun ordered for them didn't take too long to arrive, and soon they were at Soobin's apartment. For the first time since they started dating, Soobin felt slightly self conscious about his every act, he was nervous. He knew they would have sex, he had been eagerly hoping for it the whole night.

Still, when Yeonjun threw him against his bedroom's closed door and pressed their lips together, the butterflies inside his stomach went crazy. The red haired seemed lost in a lust haze, too busy getting Soobin's clothes off his body. Soobin shivered as he stepped forward, bare foot hitting the cold wooden tile of his bedroom floor, as he dragged Yeonjun to bed.

The whole room was pitch dark, the street lights blocked out by the curtains drawn over his balcony glass door. The only source of light came from a small space in between the curtains, casting a golden glow over Yeonjun’s body as Soobin threw him on the mattress, getting rid of the man's pants and t-shirt, his leather jacket long forgotten somewhere in the living room.

Soobin's breath hitched as he stared at the man laid down in his bed. He had seen Yeonjun completely naked, so many times before - probably more times than what was healthy for his weak heart and bubbling hormones. Still, the image alone caught him off guard at that moment. He let himself get lost, eyes roaming through the gold bathed skin, fingers slowly tracing every single mole that adorned his boyfriend's chest.

– Soobin? – Yeonjun called, curious gaze in his eyes.

– I love you. – Soobin said, easy like that - no hesitation.

The only sound then, was his speedy heartbeat hammering in his ears, pounding a rush of anxiety through his veins. The words sounded heavy and meaningful, and Soobin didn't want to take them back. Glad he had been able to finally say it out loud. It made things so much more real. Yeonjun’s expression freezed, his eyes steady on his boyfriend.

– I love you too. – He said with a frown.

– What is it? What is this expression? – Soobin asked, confused.

– I wanted to say it first, you won me this time around. – He complained with a pout.

– If it makes you feel any better, you kinda did say it first in your sleep. – Soobin laughed, watching Yeonjun hiding his face in embarrassment.

After the laughter ceased and tension once again filled the air, Soobin went for what he wanted.

He kissed Yeonjun, who caught up to his pace immediately. He used his hold on Soobin’s waist to slide the younger's body closer to his, turning them over on the bed to straddle Soobin's lap. He kissed Soobin again, heated and hungry, leaving the younger breathless as he went down his neck and chest. Soobin felt like going insane, he was in a completely different kind of horny state. He figured out that if he ever did drugs, and that was the pay off, he would become an addict for sure.

He felt euphoric as Yeonjun nibbled at his skin, dragging his wet, open lips down Soobin's toned abdomen, softly biting at the flesh. The touches made his whole body shudder, Soobin threw his head back as he bit back a moan. Yeonjun made him feel so damn warm, that should be illegal.

– I will make you feel good, baby. – He whispered, licking at the other's hipbone.

Yeonjun quickly slipped Soobin's black boxers off his legs, spreading the younger's thighs next. Yes. His dick twitched with anticipation, watching Yeonjun's full lips parting to slide down Soobin’s length. Soobin arched his back off the bed, a loud moan ripping through his throat at the out of this world sensation Yeonjun's warm and wet mouth provided him with.

Yeonjun sucked harder with each bob of his head, stealing Soobin' sanity with them. He stopped occasionally to flick his tongue over the slit and make Soobin swear. Dirty words pushing the younger over the edge. It was so damn unfair how good he was with his mouth, hands, fingers.

The younger male whimpered, his nails digging into the sheets when Yeonjun suddenly decided that it was a good idea to deep-throat him. The man took his whole cock in with ease, eyes fluttering closed like he was indeed enjoying himself. The slight smirk on his face gave away his true enjoyment.

Yeonjun resembled a sexy demon sent to earth to torment his poor heart and dick. He looked absolutely sinful when he had those red lips wrapped around Soobin, humming around him as he tightened his throat, making the younger man nearly lose it. It took all his strength and will power to stop himself from fucking his hips into Yeonjun’s mouth and spilling his realese. Soobin didn’t understand why anyone would let Yeonjun go once they had him.

– Yeonjun? – He called, voice shaky with his heavy breaths.

– Yeah? – He answered, letting go of Soobin's cock with a pop.

– I- I want-

– The cuffs? I can get them. Are they inside your wardrobe?

– No, not them. – Soobin groaned. – I want to feel you, all the way.

– Oh... Sure, how do you wanna do this? – He sat up on the bed.

Soobin fought against the sudden shyness, gathering courage to finally speak words.

– I am like, ready. – He said, biting suggestively at his lower lip. Soobin's cheeks reddened at the way Yeonjun smirked devilishly at him.

– So you were planning this already? I see. I see. – He sounded so cocky that Soobin almost gave up on his plan.

But well, the cocky smirk did look good on Yeonjun's face, Soobin's traitor dick agreed with the statement - pulsing against his abdomen at the sound of the older male's voice.

– Shut up, just... do all the work, ok? I am tired.

– I didn't take you as a pillow princess, Soobin.

– Hm, you know sometimes you degrade me, then call me baby and now a princess... I am getting mixed signals from you. – Soobin chuckled.

– So annoying…

– Why don't you shut me up, then? – He asked, stomach heating up with the way his words made Yeonjun's eyes darken, a cruel smile on his face as he manhandled Soobin on his stomach, turning his body over.

– Ah, but I wanna hear you scream. – He whispered against the younger's ear, pressing his body against Soobin's back.

Holy fuck, Soobin would gladly comply to his wishes if he kept talking to him like that.

– Try me then. – He huffed, earning a light slap on his ass.

Soobin felt Yeonjun rolling on the bed, reaching for the bedside drawer to get the lube and condom he bought in case they ended up needing it.

– C'mon, you are taking too long. – Soobin snickered, earning another slap.

Soobin’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip, listening to Yeonjun as he popped the bottle open. The older man made him spread his thighs again and didn't waste any time, dripping the strawberry flavored lube over Soobin's hole before he let his tongue graze over the tight ring of muscles. He traced his rim with the tip of his tongue until Soobin relaxed enough for him to slip his tongue in, sucking at Soobin’s rim while he fucked him with his tongue.

Soobin couldn’t help it, really. He groaned into the mattress as his hand found its way to Yeonjun’s hair, tugging at the strands, arching his hips into the touch the best he could. Yeonjun responded to him by finally pushing a lube covered finger in alongside his tongue.

– Holy fuck. – Soobin groaned, tugging harder at Yeonjun’s hair, hard enough that it drew a pleased hum from Yeonjun. – Feels so good.

– Yeah? – Yeonjun asked, pulling away to replace his tongue with two fingers. He found Soobin’s prostate easily, like he always did, letting his fingertips stay there. He circled them slowly, drawing whine after whine out of Soobin's throat. – Do you think I can make you cum just like this?

– Oh my god, yes. – Soobin cried, squealing when Yeonjun moved back down to lick between his spread fingers. – We- We could try it, not now though. Hurry up. – He pulled hard at Yeonjun's hair to get his point across.

His boyfriend let out a breathy mixture of a moan and a laugh, getting a third finger in as well, fucking them faster into Soobin’s prostate. With quivering thighs, Soobin angled his hips to start moving them on his own, grinding back with each push of Yeonjun's fingers. Heavy pants escaped his lips, every thought blanking out of his head except for that, right there, his boyfriend's fingers going so deep that he could almost cry at how amazing it felt.

– Feeling good, Soobin-ah? – Yeonjun asked, a chuckle in his voice. By then, Soobin was pretty much fucking himself on Yeonjun’s fingers, chasing the pleasure without a care in the world. His boyfriend was gradually becoming an expert at getting Soobin to lose control, and the worst of it all is that he knew it. – You’re being so fucking loud right now, baby.

– Yeah, and you love that, don't you? – He panted, breaking off to moan. – Oh, fuck, fuck. Keep going. – His back arched, lips opening in silent pleasure as Yeonjun curved his fingers inside, stroking over that spot again and again. – Yeonjun, c'mon! Stop teasing.

The older one laughed, taking his fingers out. Soobin heard the sound of the condom package being ripped open, sucking in a breath. He wanted Yeonjun so fucking bad, it wasn't fair, his only consolation was the knowledge that his boyfriend wanted him just as bad as he did.

– Ready? – Yeonjun chuckled behind him, throwing one of Soobin's legs to the side as he spooned him. – Gonna fuck you sideways, baby. Sounds nice to you?

It sounded beyond nice.

– Yeah, fuck. Get into it already.

Soobin bit back a gasp when the head of Yeonjun’s cock grazed against him. He pressed his eyes shut when the man slided inside slowly, inch by inch until his hips reached Soobin’s ass, bottoming out as he hugged the younger's waist. Soobin’s mouth dropped open at the feeling. He wasn't even sure what he was expecting, he had bottomed for other guys before but that felt so different. So much more than his boyfriend's fingers, so much more than what he ever felt with anyone else.

He felt full, both physically and emotionally.

In the back of his head, he thought that it would be appropriate for that exact feeling to be named. He couldn't find any word that served it justice, even love felt weak compared to the state of bliss he was in.

Yeonjun went with a smooth rhythm that had the heat in his gut sprouting. In that position, they could kiss and pull at each other's hair, groaning and biting every time they pulled apart. Lips busy playing with one another as their hips kept on colliding.

– Is this all you got? Didn't you say something about making me scream? – Soobin snickered, delighting in the sound of slapping skin.

His words seemed to spur Yeonjun on. The room echoed with the sound of their moans and groans. Soobin loved it, more than he thought he would, he didn't mind going any way, but he had a preference for following his partner, and Yeonjun did like ordering people around. Soobin loved having Yeonjun inside him, loved the friction between their close sweaty bodies.

He didn't want that feeling to ever end.

– You are such a brat.

– You are one to talk.

Soobin fingers clawed at Yeonjun’s arms, tugging him impossibly closer. He pressed his face into the pillow for a second, before turning his head back at his shoulder to meet Yeonjun's kisses again and again. His lips dragged the pillowy bottom lip with his teeth and he almost didn't recognize his own voice - from how deep it was - when he groaned into their kiss.

– Fuck, you feel amazing.

– Oh yeah? – Yeonjun laughed. His voice was deeper too, a throaty tone that threw shivers down Soobin’s back. So unfair. – You like my cock in you, Soobin-ah?

As if to make a point, he gave a harder thrust, hitting all the right spots.

– Yeah, I do. – Soobin whined, throwing his head back. – Go harder, baby.

Yeonjun grunted and went slower, softer instead. Asshole. Soobin dragged his fingers towards Yeonjun's head and pulled hard at his hair, hearing a sequence of ah's and oh's escaping through the red haired's mouth as his hips stuttered, switching to deep, forceful thrusts. Soobin’s body rocked up with each movement.

– Fuck, yes. – Soobin hissed. – Just like that, C'mon.

– Is this hard enough for you? – Yeonjun taunted in his ear. – You want more, Soobin-ah? Want me to pound you into the mattress?

His cocky, dirty talk combined with the deep thrusts, drove Soobin another step closer to insanity. He could only nod as his boyfriend picked up the speed, finally. His hips moved harder into Soobin, a smooth pace as the bed jostled beneath them from the strength.

Yeonjun was so good at it that Soobin almost hated it.

He tangled his fingers through the ends of Yeonjun’s hair, feeling the sweat that gathered on his neck. His face was glistening too, dyed red hair sticking to his forehead, plump lips dropped open as he pounded into him. Looking like something out of Soobin’s dirtiest wet dreams.

– You’re so fucking hot. – Soobin mumbled, words leaving his mouth without his permission.

Yeonjun just smirked. He shifted his hips, reaching for Soobin’s leg to hold it up while he reached even deeper than before. The new angle felt so good that it almost made him instantly come, Yeonjun’s cock hitting the spot inside of him that literally made Soobin shout his name.

– Yeonjun!

– Found it. – Yeonjun managed a chuckle, sounding just as breathless as Soobin did.

Yeonjun fucked into the spot again and again, making Soobin arch back for him. He had no control over the noises he was making then, higher and desperate whines at each thrust and shattered attempts at Yeonjun’s name. His body writhed against the older's chest, the leg Yeonjun had been holding up starting to cramp but he didn't even care.

– Holy fuck, don't stop, don't stop. – Soobin cried, feeling his toes curling against the bed sheets. Yeonjun nipped his teeth at Soobin’s earlobe, making him shake and squirm.

– You gonna come, baby? You close? – Yeonjun's voice was low and dirty, his breath hot against Soobin' skin. The glide of their bodies was easier due to the sweat, everything so warm and intense that Soobin felt like melting.

– Not before you do. – Soobin groaned, tightening his walls just to make Yeonjun swear against his ear, hips stuttering. – Wanna feel you cum before I do.

Their kisses turned wetter and messier, Yeonjun's thrusts faltering as Soobin kept on clenching around him, pulling harder and harder at his hair until the man was swearing loudly. He let go of Soobin's leg to wrap his hand around the younger's cock, jerking him tight in a way that was impossible for Soobin to hold in his upcoming release.

– Fuck, Soobin. I wanna feel you too. – He pulled out for a second to get Soobin laid on his back, the emptiness dragging him nearly to tears.

The earlier, playful and competitive mood vanished, taking away Yeonjun’ smirk with it. His expression softened when he crawled on top of Soobin's body, the lube back on his hand. He left it by their side, bracing his hands beside Soobin’s head on the pillow. He positioned himself back on the younger's ring, sinking down slowly, eyes locked with Soobin's. His lips were gentle as they kissed, a little smile on his face as he pulled away.

– I fucking love you, Choi Soobin. – He whispered, eyes twinkling with so much intensity and meaning that it took Soobin's breath away.

– I really love you too. – Soobin smiled, cuping the back of Yeonjun's head to kiss him harder. He combed his fingers through the soft and wet strands of red, losing himself into the exchange. That was the type of kiss Soobin read about in romance books and had daydreamed of one day sharing with someone, the kind that tingled and sent sparks of joy all over his body, the kind that he hoped would never end.

Yeonjun started to swing his hips again, staring into Soobin's eyes with purpose as he went hard and steady. The younger male wrapped his legs around the man, crossing them behind his back to drag Yeonjun closer to him. He felt the way the red haired's breath was coming faster, groans sounding higher at the end.

– Give me your fingers, wanna feel you. – Yeonjun whispered between their messy kisses, pulling apart to drag Soobin's fingers to his lips, sucking on them in that cheap, slutty way that drove Soobin crazy.

He could come just from that look alone.

Soobin quickly caught up to his boyfriend's wish, though. He grabbed the lube bottle and popped it open with one hand, squirting the watery liquid on his middle finger before dragging it towards Yeonjun's ass. He slowly circled the tight ring, feeling the man above him shake in response. Soon, Yeonjun was rocking his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Soobin's fingers as he fucked the younger hard down the mattress.

– Fuck, Soobin. I wanna- wanna fuck you while you wear that shirt with my name on the back.

– Yeah? – Soobin sucked in a breath. – How would you do it?

– I wanna have you all naked on a dark open road, only wearing that shirt, – He fucked deeper, making Soobin squeak up the mattress. – Or maybe- maybe my leather jacket.

– Holy fu- What else, Yeonjun?

– Wanna bend you over my bike, spank you there until you are all red for me.

– W-would you bring the cuffs?

– Yes, fuck. Wanna cuff you into the bike, and fuck you there. Pulling at your hair and fucking you so good you cry.

God, the imagery alone made Soobin want to cry.

– What if someone passed by?

– They would hear you, crying like a slut from how good I fuck you.

Oh my god, holy shit. Soobin felt dizzy, cock twitching at each word. Thankfully, Yeonjun speed up his thrusts, fucking him even harder than before, drawing tears from Soobin's eyes.

– Yes, just like that, baby. Let go. – Soobin whispered, watching as Yeonjun's face contorted with overwhelming pleasure as he pulled on his hair and fucked his fingers into him faster. – Come for me.

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, fucking deeper and deeper at each erratic thrust. His breath came out faster and warmer, groans turning into high moans as his hand wrapped around Soobin's cock to drag him down to pleasure land with him. Soobin fucked back into his fist, joining him in the messiest of kisses as everything became hot around them.

They were burning up, both with their eyes wide open as they stared into each other. They groaned one, two, three times as their heart raced and breathing became too difficult, white noise in their ears, lips trying to say each other's names between broken moans as their thighs shook and abdomens clenched, sucking in a slurred gasp when they finally fell apart together.

They rode the electric waves of the orgasm with breathless whimpers. Soobin felt like that was the harder he ever came in his fucking life, still shaking and spilling cum in between his and Yeonjun's body. Yeonjun fucked him through it for a few more seconds before he collapsed, pressing his face into Soobin’s shoulder as he threatened to pull out.

– No. Stay for a while, just like this. – Soobin pleaded.

Minutes passed by. A few soft kisses and whispered "I love you's", later, and Yeonjun's cock finally softened completely, sliding out of Soobin. He took his fingers out of Yeonjun as his boyfriend left to throw the condom out. When he came back, Soobin glared at him, crossing his arms.

– These events require preparation and I am lazy, don't expect me to be ready all the time, put in some work too. – He said.

– I literally did all the work, but whatever you say. – Yeonjun mumbled, getting back on the bed.

Soobin glared at him harder, until he caught up on the meaning of his words.

– Sorry, sorry. I know you put just as much effort. – Yeonjun kissed the frown away from the younger's face, smirking full of mischief next. – And don't worry, I plan on riding you next time, tie you up on the bed to make you watch me.

– Fuck, stop that. I am tired, I don't wanna be horny again, I want to sleep. – Soobin whined, already slurring his words.

Yeonjun laughed, bringing him close so Soobin could lay his head on his chest. His fingers started to run through the black strands of hair, making Soobin relax even more, the need to sleep quickly overwhelming him. He closed his eyes and started to give in.

– Soobin, no. Don't sleep, we need to shower. – He paused. – And change these sheets. C'mon.

Yeonjun poked at his ribs until Soobin sat up, groaning angrily at him.

– I am gonna kill you, for real.

– Yeah, sure you will. You look like an angry bunny right now. – He laughed, driving Soobin even more irritated, his blood heating up.

– You better run to the shower before I strangle you.

Soobin ignored the cute pout on Yeonjun's face. He wasn't letting himself be swayed by his dirty tactics, even if that one made him feel stupidly weak.

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Yeonjun's first official dinner with Soobin's father went terribly wrong. Soobin had to pick them both from the bar they were drinking at, the two morons stumbling in front of the establishment they were kicked out from. They reeked of alcohol and laughed at everything that moved.

– I cannot believe my eyes, I really can't. – Soobin groaned, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the two men giving each other hugs while singing 80's rock songs.

– Good luck with these two. – The security guy said to Soobin, offering a kind smile.

– Thank you. – Soobin sighed.

He drove them both home in his father's car, enduring their tipsy shenanigans all the way to the man's apartment. He let Yeonjun stay in the vehicle while he helped his father out.

– Behave! – He glared at a pouty Yeonjun before helping his father up the stairs and inside his apartment.

– Your boyfriend is funny, son. And he paid for my drinks and food so I like him now. – His father laughed like what he just said was the funniest thing in the entire world.

– I should have recorded you saying that. Wait, say that again. – Soobin took his phone out, watching his father blinking slowly as if trying to make sense of what came out of his mouth. – Forget it. – He sighed.

After putting his father to bed and leaving a huge bottle of water on the bedside table, Soobin went back to a crying Yeonjun. Great. Amazing.

– Yeonjun, why are you even crying? – He asked, locking his seatbelt and turning his head around to stare at his boyfriend.

– You left me for too long, missed you. – He whined, playing with the window button, opening and closing it repeatedly.

Soobin felt his irritation softening. Clingy drunk Yeonjun was one of his favorites.

– I am right here now, baby.

– Why are you taking so long to start the car? Let's go, I wanna cuddle you.

He rolled his eyes but immediately started the car anyway. He spent the night spooning his cute and clingy boyfriend.

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After he realized how deep he was in, Soobin knew he was doomed for life. He frequently caught himself making plans for their future, always thinking about Yeonjun when making decisions, and intently observing his boyfriend. Soobin wanted them to last, and he figured out Yeonjun wanted just the same. He felt in a constant state of euphoria as they started to celebrate months of dating and each other's accomplishments together.

He was happy.

🎸🛋️

– Soobin? – Yeonjun took his attention away from the laptop screen.

– Yeah?

– Will it take you long to finish over there? – He asked from where he was laid down on Soobin's bed.

– Not really, why? – Soobin answered, closing the laptop. He rolled the swivel chair over to look at Yeonjun properly.

– Hmm, I am craving sweets.

– We can order ice cream later, if you want.

– Nah, I was thinking about something else. – Yeonjun gave him a pointed smirk that promised so many dirty things that it made Soobin's dick twitch inside his shorts.

– Hmm, what is it? – He faked innocence.

– We should bake another cake together.

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