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What a night.
What a hellacious, godawful night.
All the effort he had put in to making no waves, causing no trouble, just keep his head down and save up enough money to move out of this place, and where did it get him but in a police station, relying on that man of all people to keep him from going to prison for aggravated assault? Where did it get him, but staring down that man’s haunting eyes as he said do not think to hide from me again.
Do you understand?
Was it any wonder then that Jong-woo was slowly losing his mind? And he was losing his mind, he realized, nearly collapsing to the floor as his sweet new neighbor calmed him down from a panic attack triggered by the sight of his own shirt.
It had been a dead cat a second ago, he would swear it.
“It’s okay,” Seok-yun whispered, holding the shirt out to him for him to see as that other awful cackling man disappeared into his own room after taunting him that it really was one of those cats. “Just breathe, it’s okay. You’ve had quite the day.”
His neighbor guided him into his room, sat him down on his bed and rested a careful hand on his back, willing him to calm down and breathe a minute, and eventually Jong-woo managed to (he would have passed out otherwise, which would have been even more dangerous), though he remained where he was on the edge of the lumpy bed, shaken and shivering like he was freezing to death.
“Are you okay now?” Seok-yun asked tentatively, the hand on Jong-woo’s back rubbing soothingly back and forth over his shoulder. “Or could you use a little more company?”
It took Jong-woo a long time to answer, his head spinning nearly out of control. It was so terribly late already, both of them should probably get to sleep, shouldn’t they? He couldn’t afford to slip up further at work due to lack of sleep unless he wanted his current situation to get even worse, but neither could he fathom actually going to sleep, knowing those people were right next to him, separated only by a few centimeters of rotting drywall.
And truth be told, he was far too wired to sleep anyway.
“Wait,” he got out, just managing to stop Seok-yun with a hand on his wrist from where the younger man was making his way out the door. “Stay a minute.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Please.”
Seok-yun gave him a short, concerned nod, shutting the door carefully behind him as he stepped back into the room. “Of course.”
From there…Jong-woo wasn’t entirely sure what happened, or what had driven him to do what he did.
Maybe it was the stress he had been bottling up since he moved to this godforsaken place, stress that was now packed in so tight it threatened to explode with the slightest trigger, begging to be released. Maybe it was the fact that Seok-yun had been the only person to take him seriously since he had gotten himself into this mess and that his soft features and easy-going manner were so terribly soothing to him now, given all this madness. Or maybe it was more that he had been burning for a chance like this, any chance —a chance at intimacy— since he made the decision to come here, only he had wished for it with Ji-eun.
But it increasingly looked like she was cheating on him with his boss of all people, so he didn’t feel nearly as bad as perhaps he should have when he grabbed Seok-yun by the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the door, nearly smothering him with a kiss.
It was a stupid thing to do, really. Though the younger man had given him some hints, Jong-woo couldn’t be 100% sure he went for this sort of things. And more dangerously perhaps, with that man calling him jagiya left and right…doing this might very well have been tempting his wrath.
But, driven by burnout, stress, and burgeoning lust, Jong-woo thought of none of those things. And he was lucky that night, lucky for the first time since he had come here, because Seok-yun very much did go for this kind of thing.
After a brief pause, likely recovering from the shock of being so suddenly and ferociously kissed, the younger man immediately wrapped his arms around Jong-woo’s neck, opening his mouth as Jong-woo turned the lock on the door.
“Hyung…” he moaned, holding tight to Jong-woo’s shoulders as the older man pulled away from his mouth and attacked his neck with teeth and tounge, stripping the brightly colored shirt from his shoulders. “Hyung—“
Jong-woo quickly returned to cover Seok-yun’s mouth with his own, shoving his tongue down his throat and ravishing him as the younger man’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Jong-woo’s shirt. From there, Seok-yun wasted no time in dropping to his knees and yanking open the older man’s pants before swallowing him down to the root like it was easy.
Jong-woo did not bother to hold back his moan.
Let them hear, he thought vengefully. Let him hear.
It felt good, like this, quick and rough and dirty. Only a handful of time had he had the opportunity to do anything at all like this with Ji-eun, with her kissing him softly, tentatively wrapping her lips around him, but it had been nothing like this. This…
He liked it like this.
Jong-woo grabbed Seok-yun by the shoulder before he even realized he had moved, pulling him up and tossing him on the bed before climbing quickly between his thighs. He wanted, and he wanted so desperately that he doubted he could have stopped himself even if he'd wanted to.
Seok-yun was more than willing, stripping off his own pants before drawing Jong-woo back between his legs, urging him forward. A little bit more spit on the elder’s already slick cock, and he was pushing in with a soul-deep, drawn out groan.
The rest of it was even quicker and dirtier than how it had begun, with Jong-woo hammering into Seok-yun as hard as he could, taking out every bit of stress that had built up since moving here on the man beneath him.
“Hyung!” Seok-yun moaned wildly, his hands grasping at Jong-woo’s wrists as he held him down while his thighs clutched tightly at his waist. “Please!”
The pace was too hard and fast and the adrenaline too high in their blood for it to last long. Seok-yun came quickly, completely untouched, his ankles crossed over Jong-woo’s low back as he clung to his shoulders and wailed with pleasure. The feeling of Seok-yun’s velvety soft muscles clenching so tightly around him almost undid him, but he held on of a second longer, the strangest thought crossing his mind.
Those looks, those smiles that man always gave him. Bailing him out of jail tonight. Calling him jagiya of all things…
Is…is this…what he wanted from him?
That strange feeling, a crawling sensation down his spine like he was being watched hit him then, same as it had been hitting him every day since he moved in. But he did not feel fear that time, only spite.
Is this what you want? he thought again, slowing his thrusts to a deep, staccato pace that made Seok-yun gasp and moan beneath him as Jong-woo put on the best show he knew how.
Well guess what, you freaky bastard. You can’t have it. All you get to do is watch.
He finished himself off then, scooping Seok-yun’s legs over his shoulders and fucking into him as hard and fast as he could, forcing the younger man to cover his mouth with a hand to damped the noises he was making. Jong-woo came with a deep groan not long after, sinking his teeth quite viciously into Seok-yun’s collarbone as he trembled with his release.
He stayed where he was for a moment after, thrusting lazily in and out of the man beneath him, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm and the first bit of peace and pleasure he had felt since coming to Seoul. Eventually though, regrettably, he had to pull out, the tightness of Seok-yun around him becoming too much to bear. Jong-woo leaned off to the side then, squished between Seok-yun and the wall and still mostly on top of the other man, cramped as they were on the tiny bed.
“Wow…” Seok-yun panted after a minute, his hand resting on Jong-woo’s forearm. “That felt good.”
Yes, it did. On so many levels. If only that feeling had stayed with him.
*
A scant few centimeters of rotting drywall away, peering through a pinprick hole in the wall the size of a standard nail, a certain man fumed.
El Fin