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HEART BETWEEN YOUR TEETH 

— to be very excited or nervous about something anticipated

Taeyong tucks the wisp of blonde hair behind his ear as he gets off the bed, done tying his shoelaces. He’s dressed in a black Armani suit with silver piping, hair tied back in a low ponytail for the engagement party of his best friend’s older sister. “Haru, have you seen my watch?”

His best friend stops before the door of his bedroom, phone in hand. Most of the time they style themselves similarly in special occasions like this but tonight, Haru chose to don himself with white from head to toe. An intricate golden cuff clings on the shell of his ear. “Which one?”

“Oyster Perpetual?”

“You probably left it in my room.”

“Why would it be in your room?”

Haru regards him with amusement. “You slept there last night, remember?”

“…Oh.” Face burning up at the memory, Taeyong slips past his best friend and heads to Haru’s bedroom down the hall where he sees his watch indeed sitting on the nightstand. Taeyong also spots his boxers on the chair by the desk and nearly squeaks in humiliation before dumping it in the hamper in the common bathroom.

He and Haru have been friends their whole life, with their mothers meeting at the same hospital where they were born. Taeyong’s mother was going through a painful labor, ready to give birth to him when Haru’s mother walked past her with little Haru bundled in her arms. A few years later, he and Haru attended the same kindergarten.

Coming from filthy rich families, it was inevitable that their circles mingled, so Taeyong and Haru easily became best friends and spent the years growing up next to each other. It felt like fate, two halves of a star pieced together. Every important point of their lives was experienced with the other by their side. They saw themselves being molded into who they are now, their temperament and quirks and habits—both good and bad—etched into their palms.

They knew each other like the back of their hands. They do things in sync, claim favorite places as theirs, just ordinary stuff best friends do. Sharing a wardrobe, watching movies with a single bowl of popcorn. So when Haru had finally chosen a university to enrol in, Taeyong went there without second thoughts. And they even share an apartment, living away from chaotic men’s dorms.

As sheltered boys raised by conservative and strict parents, they have their own fair share of secrets. Secrets that might harm them if they were to be made public. Like how they’re both interested in the same sex. Fearing that they will be disowned, their inheritance ripped away from their hands, Haru convinced Taeyong with perfumed, flowery words to just start something with him.

It’s better—safer, as he said. As they don’t have to let strangers know of their preference which is undeniably risky. If they date other people, there is a chance it will reach their families. Just do it with me, Haru said. It’ll be great, Haru said. And Taeyong is nothing but a loyal best friend.

Their relationship is frankly…ambiguous. More than friends but not exactly lovers. It doesn’t have a name, but what Taeyong knows is that they cannot come out so they’ve been fucking each other instead. Hardly a relationship, to be honest. No one discusses what it really means to them. They want to have sex, they come to each other. They want to relieve the itch, they knock on each other’s door. One touch, one lingering look, and they will be tangled in each other’s sweaty limbs.

In the eyes of strangers, of anyone around them, they’re just really close friends. But in the privacy of their apartment, there are no boundaries.

It doesn’t bother Taeyong at the slightest. He feels nothing romantic for Haru. In a way, they both know they are just using each other for sexual needs and they’re fine with the arrangement. It has been three years. Almost. This secrecy of theirs now feels as normal as breathing.

Despite how absurd this might be, Taeyong cherishes Haru. He treasures their friendship.

Haru pokes his head in, leaning against the door. “Did you find it?”

Flinching in surprise, Taeyong looks at his best friend and nods, raising his hand to show the watch. “You should probably clean your room, though.”

“Why would you say that now? You never complained before. By the way, whose car are we taking? Yours or mine?”

“Yours because I don’t feel like driving.”

“Just say you’re a lazy piece of crap and go.” Laughing as he gets shoved, Haru takes his keys and pulls Taeyong closer by the elbow as they lock up and head down to the parking lot.

**

The closeness of their families cannot be underestimated, solidified by several business projects successfully merging. Although it is Haru’s sister who is marrying into the Jangs, Taeyong and his parents have a place in the huge, round table at the center. Surrounding them are VIP guests invited by Jangs and Shins. They are not strangers to the groom-to-be’s parents as they have transacted with the Lees as well.

Tomorrow, another party will be held but that’s for the couple’s friends. Tonight is more formal, given the status of the attendees.

“We really thought Minah wouldn’t be getting married yet since she’s planning to take the bar exam next year, so it was a total surprise when she said she accepted Donghyun’s proposal.”

Taeyong chews slowly, politely listening to the adults’ conversation. Since he’s not personally involved in the reason for this celebration, he doesn’t talk unless spoken to.

“They probably thought we’re getting older and they can’t let us keep waiting to see them get married. We have to meet our grandkids soon!”

“Well, I hope that age is not actually the reason because I don’t really want to think about me getting old,” Haru’s mom says, chuckling behind a napkin. “But you’re right about wanting to see them have their own family.”

“Haru is eight years younger than his sister, isn’t he?” The groom-to-be’s mother turns to the younger Shin sibling. “You’re not yet planning to surprise your mom as well, are you?”

Haru clears his throat. “I’m only 22.”

His mother nods her head. “Yes, you’re too young. But I wouldn’t be opposed to you asking me to find you a nice lady. You’re taking the company, Haru. It will be better to take over as a married man. The board values family.”

Taking a sip of his water, Taeyong momentarily glances at the engaged couple who are currently entertaining the other guests before his eyes draw back to his best friend. Haru respectfully responds to more questions, unbothered by the topic. Taeyong doesn’t care about it. Marriage is a distant matter. And he’s sure that Haru doesn’t want to stress himself over it too for all the right reasons.

So it hits him like a freight train when Haru proves him wrong.

Done with their requirements for the week, they hang out at their usual bar on a Friday night. It’s their routine to come to Monster Crafts Beer every weekend to unwind. Just the two of them. The only time they don’t keep their guard up outside pretending they don’t know the way the other tastes because no one from the university or any family friend would come to a bar tucked away from the heart of the city.

That’s why this place has become special to Taeyong because he can lean towards Haru, drape an arm around his shoulders without wondering whether this is okay or not, which he constantly does whenever they are somewhere outside the safety of their apartment.

It’s a pretty chill bar. Not too noisy. The interior is both modern and industrial. Lots of taps to choose from, a variety of food to go with your drinks, some bar games to play and there even is an entire floor of billiards above.

Sitting at their usual table near the counter, Taeyong nibbles on his dumpling drenched in chili oil as Haru texts someone. He doesn’t look—because there’s no reason for him to spy on his best friend, and because he is too busy acting like he doesn’t notice the familiar weight of a stare on the back of his head.

They have been hitting this bar since last year and the bartender has probably been working here even longer, but only recently did Taeyong sense the man’s attention on him. And it’s not subtle. It is brazen and daring.

The guy is tall and obviously ripped under that white shirt and black trousers uniform. Anyone with two eyes can tell the bartender is handsome as fuck. Extremely hot with his black hair always pulled to a manbun, his exposed arms littered with tattoos that probably stretch over his torso.

Taeyong looks, but never too long. Only when they order at the counter does he let his eyes wander self-indulgently, sometimes bravely meeting those dark ones that seem to stare right through his soul. He’s heard the man’s voice a lot of times. Deep and unfeeling.

He accidentally bites on his tongue, snipping his reverie. Why is he even thinking about the bartender right now? Certainly, a lot of people think Taeyong is attractive. They always stare. This bartender is no different. But that’s all they can get. If Taeyong wants to spice up his night, he can do it with Haru. With Haru, it’s safe because it’s hidden, because they are on the same boat.

The bartender is already serving someone else when Taeyong sneaks another glance.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Would you look at me first?”

Taeyong’s eyes snap to his best friend.

“I think we should stop this.”

“What do you mean? Stop what?”

Haru’s brows furrow. “Doing each other. Seeing each other like—”

“Like—like boyfriends? We’re not even boyfriends.”

“Exactly. So I’m asking we put a complete stop to it.”

Taeyong puts his chopsticks down and dabs a tissue over his burning lips. He doesn’t get it. They’re here to have fun like they always do. What the hell is Haru spewing out? “Why…? All of a sudden? Did I do something…?”

His best friend shakes his head, pocketing his phone. “I just don’t wanna do it anymore.” He says it in a transactional voice that irks Taeyong straight away.

“No way you’re suddenly dropping that on me out of nowhere. We don’t have a problem, do we? So why stop it? Do you not—” Taeyong pushes his chair back to look at Haru easily, the music in the background muffled by the screams in his head. “Do you not want me anymore? Is this about your parents?” Haru keeps quiet. “Why now?”

“Can you please lower your voice?”

“But I’m freaking out! I don’t know where this came from!” Taeyong grabs his own phone as Haru springs out of his seat and storms out, following. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“I’m breaking whatever that has been going on between us for the past three years, Taeyong. Because I don’t wanna do it anymore! Simple as that. Are we clear?”

“No, we’re not! We were fine! We were just in my bed—”

“I’m dating Chaera.” Haru glances at the bar behind him. “You know her, from Economics?”

Taeyong gapes. “She’s a girl.”

“Precisely. And mom is going to like the fact that she’s a girl.”

It’s a slow absorption. Like an illegal chemical forbidden to seep into Taeyong’s brain. “What the fuck, Haru. If you were going to be fucking doing this to me later on, you shouldn’t have talked me into dating each other for convenience! What happened? You suddenly became straight? We like boys!”

Haru looks like he’s panicking. Everyone is inside the bar and nobody’s lurking, but Taeyong’s filter is non-existent at the moment. “I can’t keep liking boys forever. They won’t hand over the company to me. Do you not get that? Do you think we’ll be hiding forever?”

“I don’t! But did you really have to do this tonight? Out of the blue? A girlfriend, really?” It sounds so wrong. Taeyong can’t imagine either of them doing what they do with a girl. “Since when have you been—”

“For a month now.”

“…Fuck.” Taeyong sits on the pavement, clutching his hair. “You said you didn’t want girls and we couldn’t go out there in case they find out, so we started this and we liked it and we were content with it. I agreed to it because you were right. And now you’re dumping me?”

“Come on, Taeyong. We got what we wanted from each other. We made each other feel good. That’s what we wanted in the first place, right? Sex? And we did it. But that’s about it. We can’t go on like this forever. Look,” Haru sits next to him, “I’m not cutting ties with you. We’re still best friends.”

It’s always Haru’s terms and conditions they have to follow. It’s always Haru’s wants Taeyong has to honor. Now, Haru’s expecting him to just agree because he knows he is Taeyong’s only real friend.

Fishing out his keys, Taeyong saunters to the carpark with Haru in tow. “Let’s go home.”

“Hey, you’re not mad at me, are you?”

“I want to get mad at you but Haru, I’ve shared my whole life with you. It’d be…stupid to just throw that away because you want to respect your parents, right? And that’s what we should do. We shouldn’t be ungrateful.” They settle in and buckle up, and Taeyong ignites the engine. “We wouldn’t have this luxury without them.”

“You’re right. Sorry I didn’t tell you right away.”

“Shouldn’t have given me head last night.”

“That was the last one so I figured it would be alright.”

“…Right.”

Taeyong reverses and gets back to the main road, driving back to their apartment. Wondering if they will just forget everything that happened. It won’t be smooth-sailing, will it? Since he’s alone at being a closeted gay boy now.

And that’s how his childhood friend turned fuck buddy slash unconfirmed boyfriend because the whole setup was a secret just left him to live a queer life by himself.

Haru wasn’t brave enough to commit to what he started. Haru wanted to be a filial son. Alright, Taeyong can’t fault him for that. He too didn’t believe what they had would last. But at least they had each other in the dark. Now, Haru has stepped into the light and chosen an easier path. Taeyong respects that too. That’s his best friend and he will always be there for him at the end of the day. Let this become water under the bridge. What matters is that they are still friends.

He just wishes Haru would be a little less insensitive. Sure, Taeyong harbored no feelings deeper than physical desire for his friend, but it still stings to be dumped without a warning, and now he has to immediately adjust to Haru bringing his girlfriend over unannounced as if this isn’t Taeyong’s apartment too.

The other boy won’t even ask permission if it’s okay to let someone he doesn’t know disrupt their peace. Taeyong will just come home to the sight of Yoon Chaera lounging in the living room, sitting on Taeyong’s spot on the couch, eating Taeyong’s snack in Taeyong’s bowl, hugging his ornate pillow, and sometimes sitting on Haru’s lap like that wasn’t Taeyong’s throne before. What the hell. It’s like Haru is shoving it down his throat and he’s supposed to swallow it whole.

Yoon Chaera’s giggling reaches him in his room as he puts a leather jacket on and styles his hair. At least he hasn’t heard them fucking yet. This apartment may have been costly but the walls are a fucking joke. The thought makes him sick. Can Haru really switch off the gay in him just like that?

Was he really even gay?

Taeyong flicks the loose hair out of his face as he stares at himself in the mirror. He knows the answer to that. Maybe he’s always known that his best friend didn’t want people to know about them because Haru was ashamed of it. Once, a blockmate joked about them dating and Haru couldn’t even hide his disgust. It made Taeyong uncomfortable.

Perhaps Haru was just confused and Taeyong kept him from thinking, kept him from being grossed at his own urges because Taeyong is a friend, and Taeyong will always have his back, and he will never see Taeyong as more than a dude giving a helping hand.

Taeyong knows every inch of Haru. His friend, his ex-fuck buddy is selfish and internally homophobic.

Wallet in his pocket and keys in hand, he comes out of the room and almost ignores Haru asking where he’s going.

“It’s Friday. I haven’t found a new activity to spend my weekend on so I’m sticking to the bar for a while.”

“…Okay. Don’t get too drunk. I can’t pick you up.”

“Don’t make a mess,” Taeyong tells the girl more than her boyfriend, and finally leaves that godforsaken place.

It feels weird to come to the bar alone. Not wanting to be pathetic, Taeyong avoids their usual table and sits by the counter.

The bartender pauses before him, holding an empty glass. “You don’t sit here.”

Taeyong flushes down to his neck. “So what? Does someone own this spot? I can leave if you want.”

The man stares at him unreadably for a while. “The usual?”

“Yes—no, actually, I’m getting something else.” He has no clue what to intoxicate himself with as it is always Haru who ordered for them. “Give me something strong. Like really fucking strong. And my dumplings, please. Make it spicy as hell. Thanks.”

As the bartender passes over one half of his order to the kitchen, Taeyong slides his card across the counter. “Keep my tab open. I don’t know what time I’m leaving.”

It’s only 10:30. He has two hours to waste before he has to return and pray to God he doesn’t catch a pair of heterosexuals doing heterosexual things.

Needless to say, Taeyong gets drunk. Like seriously drunk. Ingest-any-kind-of-booze-to-forget-your-asshole-of-a-friend kind of drunk. Fuck what Haru says. He will sleep in the streets tonight if he wants. He’s not coming back to the apartment. He’s mad, he feels played, and maybe a little jealous. Should he expose Haru to his girlfriend? Tell her he was balls deep in him before he was balls deep in her? But that’s such a dick move. Taeyong won’t out his friend like that.

The hours tick by unnoticeably. The alcohol has been bubbling in his head. Taeyong isn’t a hardcore; he’s the book definition of a lightweight. He only leaves his seat to pee, and then renew the booze in his veins, hoping that by tomorrow he has purged Haru out of his system.

By 12:50, he’s the only one remaining in the bar, absentmindedly stabbing his last dumpling.

“We’re closing in 10 minutes. I’m gonna charge your card now.”

“What?” He frowns up at the bartender, gaze transparent despite the amount of alcohol he has consumed. “I’m not leaving this place.”

“I just said we’re closing.”

“And that’s my problem, how? I’m a customer and I’m telling you I don’t wanna leave! I still wanna drink!”

“But I’m the owner of this bar and I’m telling you we’re hauling your ass out if you don’t leave in 10 minutes.”

Taeyong hiccups. “You’re the owner?”

The bartender leans against the counter, big hands planted on the mirror-like surface. “Yes, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

It sends a shiver down Taeyong’s spine. “T-then give me the last 10 minutes. I won’t—I won’t ask for another drink. Just let me sit until I have to leave.”

That doesn’t happen. Rather, he gets dragged unceremoniously to one of the tables, forced to sit on the leather chair. “Wait—what are you doing!?” He rips his arm out of the man’s hold.

“They’re cleaning up already and you’re splashing the chili oil on the counter.” Quickly fetching a glass of water, the bartender hands it to him and takes the seat across from his.

“…What is this for?”

“To clear your head. You drive here, don’t you? With that guy whom I have noticed is not with you tonight.”

Taeyong puts the glass down after one sip. “Of course you will notice. You always watch.”

“Only you. But I can’t avoid noticing other things. Why is he not here?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I think it’s my business somehow when a customer is being difficult. Does his absence have something to do with you uncharacteristically getting drunk?”

Taeyong eyes the drink before him, fingers tracing the moisture around the glass. “…I don’t even know who you are. And I can’t just talk about my life to a stranger.”

“Jeong Jaehyun,” the bartender says, crossing his beefy arms. “Now you know my name so talk. Your secret is safe with me.”

For some unknown reason, Taeyong relaxes. “Uh—my name is Taeyong. That guy I used to come here with is my best friend. He’s Haru. We basically grew up together.”

“And now he found a new bestie?”

“Stop mocking me. He found a girlfriend. He dumped me.” He shouldn’t be exposing himself to this man but Taeyong is completely inebriated, inhibitions and reservations gone like the wind. “We kept it a secret because we don’t know how our parents would take it if they found out their heirs would be the last of their bloodline. I don’t think Haru actually found me attractive.”

Jaehyun makes a sound at that but Taeyong can’t pinpoint the meaning of its cadence.

“It was just because I was there, and he wanted to fuck a guy. So I agreed because I wanted to fuck a guy too. We were fine until he broke the news last week that he got a girlfriend. And I didn’t see it coming! He gave in to pressure and I can’t really blame him but I felt played, you know? Is that how you’d treat a friend? I was taken advantage of.”

Taeyong, in his hazy state, dips a finger in the glass and stirs the water like a fool. “Now he’s free because his girlfriend cured him from homosexuality but I’m alone. I’m alone in hiding now. What am I supposed to fucking do, then?” He squints at the bartender and points his soaked finger. “Oi, don’t tell anyone what I told you. Nobody knows aside from him that I like men. And unlike Haru, I will never like women. Me and girls don’t click.”

“He’s a giant fucking piece of shit.”

Although shocked at the other’s reaction, Taeyong bursts into laughter. “Yeah, he’s an asshole and I hate him! I can’t believe I hate my friend.”

“I don’t think he really cared about you.”

His eyes suddenly sting with pooling tears. “I don’t really wanna think about it. But it’s true, right? Maybe he secretly hates that I genuinely liked having sex with him. Fuck him. I deserve better than this.”

“Just get a new guy to fuck. You’re beautiful, so that won’t be an issue.”

“Nope. I might—if I go out looking for someone, who’s to tell I won’t be discovered? That they won’t tell their friend, and that it won’t reach my family? My family knows a lot of people. Hey—I have a company to inherit, too.”

“What did I tell you earlier?” Jaehyun cranes his neck, their faces closer than before. “I told you…your secret is safe with me.”

Taeyong may be drunk, but he’s not a slow drunk. He understands what Jaehyun is implying. “…You like me.”

The bartender’s gaze drops to his mouth. “I think you’re fucking sexy.”

“And…and beautiful? And it won’t be an issue finding someone to fuck because you’re willing, aren’t you? You’ve always wanted to.”

“I see you got the memo. What a smart boy.” Jaehyun’s mouth curls up to a sly smile as he stands. “I’ll get your card.”

“Wait—” Gripping the man’s wrist, Taeyong looks up at him, his heart pounding. Words are out of his mouth before he can think twice. “Get my card and then take me home.”

Smirk growing, Jaehyun leans down to press a kiss to his lips. “I knew you kept looking back for a reason.”

Taeyong left his car at the bar and got on that sleek black bike with Jaehyun. No helmet, just clinging on to him for dear life as they sped to the bartender’s place. In his alcohol-addled mind, he doesn’t know how far this is from the bar, how far this is from his own apartment. The gust of wind somehow inebriated him even more. He doesn’t even take notice of what the apartment looks like. What he’s sure of is he’s in Jaehyun’s bed, both of them stark naked, with his wrists pinned over his head as violent thrusts repeatedly jostle him.

“Ah, ah, ahh—”

“Look at you, sucking me in so well like you were born to take my cock so easily.” Angling his hips, Jaehyun purposely hits the bundle of nerves that sends Taeyong helplessly thrashing. “You like that?”

“Yes—please, fuck—don’t stop! Please, fuck me—” Pupils blown wide, Taeyong clearly envisions the picture on top of him. Jaehyun’s brows are furrowed in concentration as he takes pleasure from Taeyong’s tight ass. An assortment of black, intimidating oriental illustrations cover his torso. As the alcohol sloshes in his brain, Taeyong’s brain struggles to depict many things at once; the only tattoo he can certainly make out is the head of a dragon on the right side of Jaehyun’s chest and its tail on the left. It probably coils around his back, all scaly skin and razor-sharp claws.

His wrists are released as Jaehyun pulls out and manhandles him on his stomach before sliding back inside. Taeyong groans at the weight pressing him down and turns his head to the side so he can breathe, so Jaehyun can hear his moans loud and clear. “Hnggg…”

Jaehyun mouths on the side of his face, thrusts slower but still hard and deep, his balls smacking the globes of Taeyong’s ass. “Such a little slut, asking anyone with a cock to take him home.” A whimper is given as he yanks Taeyong’s hair back to grab his jaw and kiss the corner of his lips. “You wouldn’t tell a stranger a secret if you didn’t know their name, but would spread your legs for them as long as they can fuck you, right?”

With every pound inside of him, Taeyong’s hard cock deliciously rubs against the material of the sheets. His eyes glisten as Jaehyun picks up the pace. “There….fuck me right there…”

His screams fill the room as Jaehyun lifts his ass and plunders his body, slamming him into his cock like a rag doll.

“That’s right, darling. Let everyone know how good my cock makes you feel.”

Taeyong is reduced to moaning like a whore, gripping the sheets to contain the bliss possessing him. His cock dangles between his legs, weeping for more friction.

His whole body is on raging fire, skewered brutally. Not sure if it’s the wonders of alcohol but he’s so fucking horny that he just wants to be plowed nonstop, wants to be folded in half, shoved around, abused to oblivion.

“Shit, shit—it’s so good! God, why is it so good—”

Chuckling at his incoherent babblings, Jaehyun pulls him up to his knees so that his back is pressed to the bartender’s chest. Little nibbles crack the skin of his shoulder as he reaches behind to clutch a handful of Jaehyun’s hair while his other hand touches his belly, feeling every jut of Jaehyun’s cock.

Jaehyun grunts and wraps an arm around him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. So good for me. Look, baby. My cock is so deep inside of you, it’s touching you right here.”

Looking down, Taeyong lets a tear dribble from his eye as he watches his belly slightly protrude from where Jaehyun touches him from the inside. His own neglected cock beads at the tip from the sight. “Oh God—”

“You’ll let me come inside you, right? Do you want that?” Jaehyun licks at the shell of his ear, panting. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and then I’ll fuck you again and again and milk you for all you’re worth until you’re dripping, wetting your pants when you leave tomorrow. Everyone will see that wet spot on your ass and think you peed yourself, but the truth is you’re just so, so full of my cum it’s overflowing. You might even get pregnant.”

Taeyong elicits louder moans and lets Jaehyun pinch his swollen nipples.

“Fuck—you want that? You really wanna get pregnant? But you can’t, babe.” Jaehyun’s fingers splay over his stomach, imagining its roundness. “Fuck.”

“Hyung,” Taeyong sobs, desperately wanting to fuck into his hand. “Why—why are you getting bigger?”

“Shut up.” Guilty of his kink being figured out, Jaehyun shoves Taeyong down again and fucks into him relentlessly fast, thumbing the skin of Taeyong’s abused hole. Stretching to its limit just to accommodate his girth. Feeling himself pulsating inside the tight channel, Jaehyun nears his peak. He spanks Taeyong’s ass and watches it jiggle. “God, you’re so fucking hot. I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Ah—hyung, please, I’m gonna—haah—I’m gonna come!”

“Together, baby.”

Burying his face into the pillow, Taeyong tries to hold it back for a bit because he wants to selfishly keep Jaehyun’s cock inside him, be wrecked thoroughly all night, but he comes as soon as Jaehyun strokes his cock, muffling his sobs on the pillow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cock suffocated by the clench of Taeyong’s ass, Jaehyun slams into him and releases his load. He’s coming so hard he’s literally trembling as he grinds his cock against Taeyong’s overstimulated prostate.

The bartender hasn’t pulled out yet but Taeyong can tell that he’s going to be full. He feels the hot gush of cum inside him, coating his soft walls. “Ahh…”

Bending to kiss the side of Taeyong’s face, Jaehyun slowly withdraws his limp cock and spreads Taeyong’s ass to watch his cum obscenely spill out of the tender hole. “Shit.” He fingers Taeyong’s lazily, grinning as the latter spasms when he prods his prostate. “Good, baby? You hear that squelch? You’re so wet…”

“Haah—Hyung, too much—please, no more…”

Fingers keeping Taeyong’s hole gaping, Jaehyun reaches for his discarded pants to fish out his phone and takes a short video of his cum trickling down Taeyong’s balls. Once satisfied, he pushes Taeyong on his back and feeds him the same fingers that were in the blonde’s ass. “Lick it clean. Yeah, like that, my pretty little cockslut.”

Taeyong lets Jaehyun scoop his ass clean and eats the whole serving of his cum while languidly stroking the man’s cock.

“You’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” Jaehyun pecks Taeyong’s cheek and tears the soiled sheets off the bed before inserting his cock back inside the young man to warm it for the next round. For the meantime, he slips his tongue in Taeyong’s mouth to have a taste of himself while thumbing Taeyong’s cute nipples. “I waited so long for this…”

Long, smooth legs wrap around Jaehyun’s waist. Taeyong cards his fingers through Jaehyun’s hair, softly scratching his scalp. “How is it…”

“Amazing, baby. You’re so amazing. Worth the long fucking wait. You felt even better than I thought.”

Sighing blissfully, Taeyong makes out with him until they are both hard again.

This is going to be a long ass night.

**

Taeyong is awoken by something hot and oily poking his mouth. “What—” His eyes flutter open just as Jaehyun pushes the hotdog past his lips.

“It’s almost noon.”

Sunbeams spill into the gaps of the blinds. Taeyong rolls on his back and chews on the hotdog, staring at the shirtless bartender watching him back. Taeyong, for his poor alcohol tolerance, is not a forgetful drunk. Some things may slip from his attention, but most of his memories stick.

And despite the throbbing in his head, he remembers the three rounds of mind-blowing sex last night.

Taeyong eyes the blanket covering his lower half before looking at all the naked muscles and tattoos free for him to ogle. “Do you have Advil?”

“On the nightstand. You should probably take it now.”

Pushing himself up, Taeyong groans at the soreness in his ass. Good Lord. Who wouldn’t be in pain with that big ass cock plowing into you?

He washes the pill and the chewed hotdog down with the glass of water. “Did you cook a lot? I’m hungry…”

“You’ll have to get your ass up and go to the kitchen. You won’t be getting breakfast in bed here.”

Frowning at the smell of smoke, Taeyong finally notices the cigarette pinched between Jaehyun’s fingers. “That’s bad for you.”

Jaehyun smirks and deliberately takes a long drag. “Says who? The boy who begged a stranger to fuck him to forget his ex? I’m bad for you, Taeyong. But you took me thrice last night. Let me fucking smoke in my own house.”

The hickeys on Jaehyun’s neck are no match to the bruises all over Taeyong’s body. They replay the sensations as Taeyong caresses them. “I liked it…it was really good…”

“That’s what they all say.”

Taeyong scans the bartender from head to toe. He’s always been attracted to him. He just didn’t have the balls to ask him out because of Haru. But Haru is not here anymore, and what residual feelings Taeyong had for him were already fucked away by Jaehyun.

“Are you free today? Do you…do you wanna go out with me?”

Jaehyun’s gaze hardens. He flicks the ash on a small tray on the windowsill. “I don’t date, kid.”

“I’m not a kid. I’m a college student. Would you fuck a kid?”

“Jesus Christ. Do you know how wrong that sounds?” Jaehyun grimaces as he shakes his head. “Whatever. I don’t date.”

“…But do you wanna keep…you know—this—”

“Do I wanna keep fucking you? I sure do. You were so snug around me; I haven’t known a more perfect ass than yours, frankly speaking.” Putting his cigarette out, Jaehyun stands before Taeyong and combs his unruly, yellow hair. “Say yes.”

“To what?”

“To letting me fuck you again. Now that I know what you taste like, I can’t possibly only have you once.” Jaehyun captures his lips in a short but deep kiss. “What do you say?”

Taeyong inhales sharply. “One more time…?”

“One more. And another. And another.”

Gripping the blanket on his lap, Taeyong conveys his agreement with a kiss and allows the taste of nicotine to spread on his tongue.

Needless to say, Taeyong scored himself a new and much better fuck buddy. He’s never had any other partner side from Haru so he thought sex with his best friend was already the optimal experience, but Jaehyun is on another level.

Jaehyun is a fucking beast. Taeyong would dare say he’s a sex god. He obviously knows what he’s doing, his stamina is incredible, and he leaves Taeyong boneless in his bed and gasping for air after every meeting.

New kinks and positions he didn’t know he could be maneuvered into are introduced to Taeyong. He used to dance in high school and now, his flexibility serves a new purpose.

They never stop after one round. There always have to be at least two. On Taeyong’s back, on his hands and knees, wherever Jaehyun puts him in. Sometimes he can’t even believe he could be bent this way and that. Multiple orgasms are wrung out of him just with Jaehyun’s skillful hands and tongue. Taeyong reaches completion from those fingers alone, incessantly pressing at his prostate, or with Jaehyun fucking his mouth. He’ll come untouched, and Jaehyun will reward him with another round of spine-tingling sex.

Wanting to feel everything at their utmost intensity, Taeyong doesn’t get drunk again. It’s never been like this before; Jaehyun has taken him to a more carnal world, has altered his tastes, warped his brain, and reformed his body to his liking.

Soon enough, Taeyong craves Jaehyun uncontrollably.

Resting his head on Jaehyun’s naked chest, Taeyong traces the vine tattoo curling over the bartender’s hipbone as Jaehyun smokes while watching a silly game show on the flat screen TV perched on the wall opposite the bed.

Half of Saturday is almost done, but they don’t have the energy to get up.

“Haru moved out.”

“Hmm?”

“We’re not roommates anymore. He moved out and got his own apartment, and I bet he lets his girlfriend stay the night.”

“More peaceful days for you, then. You don’t have to listen to them fucking in the next room.”

“It’s traumatizing.” Taeyong unseeingly looks at the TV and proceeds to complain about his lazy groupmates, and the unpalatable food the university cafeteria served yesterday. “It’s like 50 in USD, hyung. A fucking scam. How could they serve something so expensive and it doesn’t meet the standards?”

“I don’t know what those standards are. I’m an average guy earning an average income. So sorry if I don’t get what you’re saying.”

Taeyong huffs and caresses the man’s abs. “They should’ve sprinkled some parsley on it. I wouldn’t buy that if I knew it tasted like wet paper.” He waits for a response and lifts his head, looking at the bartender. “You don’t really get what I’m saying, do you?”

Jaehyun tells him to stop blocking the TV. He rolls to the side but sidles up to the older man anyway. “I’ve seen your plants in the living room. Didn’t think you’d be a plant person. Don’t they get scared of being taken care of by a heavily inked guy? And don’t smoke around the plants. You’re gonna kill them. Also, put some roses in here. Roses are my favorite. If I don’t pass the board exam after I graduate, I’m probably going to be a florist instead.”

Unfortunately, all that rambling is nothing to the stupid game show Jaehyun is watching. Taeyong sits up, looking at the saxophone resting on a rack next to the nightstand. “Do you actually know how to play that?”

“It’d be dumb to keep a saxophone for decoration.”

“Then play for me.”

“Can’t you see I’m watching?”

“A game show? What are you, 50?”

Grunting, Jaehyun gets off the bed and puts his boxers on before picking up the instrument.

“Do you accept requests? Let’s pretend we’re at the bar and you’re playing for your favorite customer.”

“I never do that.”

But he’s about to do it for Taeyong now. Smiling, Taeyong bunches the blanket over his lap. “I’ll suck you off if you can give me an impromptu for Chandelier.”

Jaehyun scoffs and turns off the TV. “As if I can’t make you suck me off without doing anything.”

Taeyong didn’t really expect Jaehyun to actually play him something, much less a solo composed on the spot. Jaehyun must really be gifted in music, he thinks. It’s heart-stopping, the dramatic and sophisticated instrument giving the song a new, heart-wrenching sound. Taeyong doesn’t know how to play any instrument but he’s certain the saxophone is challenging to master, and Jaehyun seems to be someone who’s been playing it his whole life.

“You alright there?”

He blinks out of trance, staring at the bartender. It’s over. “How long have you been playing?”

Jaehyun presses a key, looking at the instrument he’s cradling. “13 years.”

“You must have been a prodigy.” Tilting his head, Taeyong wonders why Jaehyun didn’t pursue music. “You could’ve been a musician.”

“Being a saxophonist won’t pay my bills. And I’m not like you rich folks who can choose whatever they want to study because earning is not the goal when you graduate. You can do whatever you want. You wanna be a fashion designer today and a doctor tomorrow? We can’t do that. So you can’t tell me what I could’ve been.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes and hugs his knees. “If you hate us so much then why are you fucking one of us?”

“Because you’re such a delight in bed that you make me a hypocrite. I never said I hate the likes of you, Taeyong. I love spoiled, rich boys like you who think they’re cool, badass motherfuckers if they get reckless. Club and bar-hopping, spending their mommy’s and daddy’s money on things they were forbidden to get.” Jaehyun puts the saxophone back on the rack and joins him in bed. “I especially like the type that can’t stand up for themselves against their parents’ wishes.”

He’s taking a jab at Taeyong and Taeyong knows it. They don’t fuck all the time, alright. He’d told Jaehyun about his predicament with his sexuality and his parents possibly removing his name on the family registry, the very reason he was in that arrangement with Haru. Apparently, Jaehyun thinks it’s bullshit.

“Good for you, then.” He says. “Because we especially like the type who are going nowhere.”

Jaehyun laughs, crawling over him to kiss his lips. “You don’t know that, darling. I’m going places, and you’re going with me. Because you won’t be able to live again without the things I make you feel.”

It’s already 8pm but Taeyong doesn’t worry about leaving the campus library late since he always drives. Even though he has the apartment all to himself now, he still studies better when he’s at the library. It’s probably the atmosphere fooling him into thinking he’s a genius when he’s surrounded by brain-bleeding books. His confidence skyrockets too.

“Hey.”

Taeyong raises a brow as Haru occupied the chair next to him. Ever since Haru moved out, their communication has been strained. It’s been a while since they talked in person, with Taeyong rarely replying to Haru’s texts either. “Hey you?”

His friend (are they still friends?) places a book on the table and opens it to a bookmarked page on Performance Management. “Hope you don’t mind me sitting here. You know I don’t like studying alone.”

“…Where’s your girlfriend?”

“In her dorm.”

“Then why don’t you study with her? I’m sure her roommate won’t mind. Unless you’re the kind of couple that tests each other’s knowledge by stripping at every wrong answer.”

Haru shrugs. “I just want to know how you’re doing. We haven’t been seeing each other and I missed—”

Taeyong’s eye twitches. “I don’t.”

“Is this about Chaera?”

“Not really. We have long stopped being close to each other before she happened. We just didn’t notice because we thought having sex made up for it.”

Irritation sparks in Haru, the other bristling at his tone. “Why are you giving me that attitude now? I thought you understood? Don’t act like you hated having sex with me. You benefited from it, too.”

This will dampen Taeyong’s mood if he doesn’t leave now. His phone rings just as he closes his book, picking up the call from Jaehyun. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“At the campus library, why?”

“Come to the old skate park. I’ll text you the address.”

The call ends before Taeyong can ask why. Thinking he should just go since he wants to see Jaehyun anyway, he stuffs his book in his bag, preparing to take off when Haru asks who called.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Really, Taeyong. I just want to know what you’ve been up to. Can’t I—”

“It’s the bartender at Monster Crafts,” he says, zipping his bag. “We’re seeing each other now.”

If Haru can easily mention his girlfriend around him, then there shouldn’t be a problem for Taeyong to let Haru know that he found a new boy toy.

Haru stares at him in disbelief. “You replaced me with him? He screams trouble.”

“Just because he’s tattooed? Wow, I didn’t know you’re that judgemental.”

“It’s not that. I just don’t like him for you. If you wanna keep hooking up with guys, at least find someone who’s in your league.”

Telling him what to do as if he has control over Taeyong? That ship has sailed. “Kiss my ass, Shin Haru.” Taeyong scowls and leaves the library to head to the skate park, entering the address in his GPS that Jaehyun sent.

It’s in Jung-gu, five kilometers from the bar. Looking like the abandoned park it’s supposed to be as indecipherable graffiti vandalize the walls of the ramps.

Parking behind the bartender’s motorcycle, Taeyong takes his iced coffee and enters the park, sitting next to Jaehyun on one of the vert ramps. Since the skate park has been neglected for years, grasses have grown at the sides. It could pose danger for the skaters.

There are three boys currently riding their skateboards, performing basic tricks, while an idle group is huddled together near another vert ramp.

“Why are we trespassing?”

“Because I’ve been asked to babysit my cousin for a few days. He’s the one with the red shirt and a plain black skateboard. Loves skating so I had no choice but to take him here. Those two are his friends.”

Taeyong takes in the bartender’s attire. Skin-tight jeans, boots, leather jacket. The perfect recipe. “Why did you ask me to come?”

“Jeno!” Jaehyun beckons the kid over and nudges him. “This is Taeyong.”

The boy is obviously a teenager, baby fat clinging to his sweaty cheeks. His eyes widen as he looks Taeyong up and down. “Oh, shit. The baby doll? Hi, I’m Jaehyun’s cousin. I’m 15. Do you like teenagers?”

“Err, no. And I won’t hit it even when you get older. I’m Taeyong. Nice to meet you, Jeno.” He watches the teenager skate back to his friends before hissing at the bartender. “The fuck? What did you tell him about me?”

Jaehyun smirks, shrugging. “Nothing much? Only that I can’t visit him sometimes because someone’s keeping me busy.”

Heat fans over Taeyong’s face and he quickly remedies it with a few gulps of his iced coffee. It’s a rather chilly night, and he quivers as the wind blows past them. But it’s a short-lived suffering as Jaehyun takes off his jacket and drapes it around him. “…Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Lamps still illuminate the abandoned park so Taeyong clearly witnesses the group at the side passing around something like a cigarette, taking turns on using. Based on the blissed out glimmer in their eyes, it’s not just any cig. “Are they doing what I think they’re doing? Hyung, they aren’t Jeno’s friends, are they?”

Jaehyun follows his line of sight, smirking. “Scared they might tarnish the kid? It’s just weed.”

“You’re not worried about him doing drugs at 15?”

“You make it sound like getting stoned is the worst sin of all.”

“It’s illegal—” Taeyong’s jaw drops as Jaehyun takes a joint out of one of the leather jacket’s pockets. “Oh my God.”

“I’m a bartender, a saxophonist, and a drug dealer. No, wait—not a dealer. That sounds criminal. I just share my blessings.” Jaehyun lights the joint with a matchstick. “Relax, I don’t let Jeno use. And those are not his friends but they do know they can get a stick from me. Want to try?” Taeyong recoils. “It’s just like an ordinary cigarette but it gives you the vaporwaves.”

“Um… I don’t know how. I mean, I’ve tried smoking before but I’ve never had that.”

“Then we’re about to change that.” Jaehyun passes the joint to him.

Taeyong doesn’t think twice about taking a careful drag, coughing a bit. But he holds it surprisingly well.

“How was it?”

“I don’t know. It tastes like dried ass leaf, but kinda sweet too. It doesn’t fucking make sense.”

“I’ll get you something more flavorful next time. Take it. It’s yours now.”

Well, if he says so.

Taeyong alternates between smoking and drinking his coffee as they watch the skaters. The group of stoners eventually joins Jeno’s clique and for a while, it’s calming.

As the joint shrinks, Taeyong feels more and more relaxed; the colors around him get brighter and there is an unexplainable funny feeling swirling in his gut.

His giggling prompts Jaehyun to ask.

“Nothing. I just—I just think something’s funny but I don’t know what.”

“Ah. It means that’s enough weed for you for tonight. Give it back.”

Taeyong pouts. “But you said it’s mine now.”

“It’s about to die.” Snatching the joint from him, Jaehyun takes one last drag before it runs out and grabs his jaw before pressing their mouths together to blow the smoke into him. “Hold it in for a bit.”

His lips tingle from the kiss. Can that even be called a kiss? Taeyong keeps the smoke in his lungs Jaehyun told him, and exhales slowly.

“How do you feel?”

“…I want you.”

The next thing he knows, Jaehyun is pushing him against his car where they are hidden away from the skaters, and getting his pants yanked down. Taeyong curses out loud when Jaehyun’s mouth descends to his hardening cock. “Oh, fuck…”

Pinning his hips against the car, Jaehyun steadily bobs his head and laps at the sides of his length, occasionally sucking on the tip and dipping his tongue on the slit.

“Fuck—hyung—that’s so good. Your throat feels so good—”

“Don’t be too loud. My cousin might hear you.” Kissing up and down his throbbing shaft, Jaehyun looks up with a fiery gaze. “You’re so pretty like this, Taeyong.”

Everything’s spinning. He’s so fucking high, his sensations magnified. Taeyong grabs Jaehyun’s hair and pushes his cock past the latter’s lips. “Can I—can I fuck your face?”

Jaehyun squeezes his balls.

Mewling wantonly, Taeyong holds Jaehyun’s head in place as he thrusts, eyes shut tight in pleasure. His orgasm is building up rapidly and he knows he’s not going to last long.

Jaehyun hums around him. Taeyong is not small and he proudly got inches on him so he makes sure to hit the back of Jaehyun’s throat at each slide in. The fact that the older man has no gag reflex turns him on so much that without the car’s support and Jaehyun’s hands pinning him there, he’s going to fall over, knees buckling as he spills embarrassingly fast into Jaehyun’s mouth. “Shit—”

Every squirt of cum is being sucked out of him. Jaehyun gathers the last dribble over his tongue and gets up, spitting it into Taeyong’s mouth before kissing him wetly, all teeth and tongue.

Taeyong wraps his arms around Jaehyun’s neck, moaning as he swallows his own seed. There are thoughts nagging at the back of his mind, quite powerful and compelling, along the lines of asking Jaehyun to keep him, to not let him go. To be with him for a long ti—

“Let me drive your car next time.”

He licks at the smeared spit across Jaehyun’s cheek and lets the latter tuck him back in his pants, giggling. “Okay,” he mumbles, the words he’s supposed to say dying before they are born.

The realization that Taeyong might be attracted to Jaehyun beyond his bedroom expertise strikes him like thunder one fine day while shopping at the supermarket.

The responsibility of restocking the fridge falls upon Taeyong now that Haru is gone.

Pushing the cart as he fills it with items written on his list, he accidentally bumps a small grandma and quickly apologizes, telling her he’s a tired and stressed college student who hasn’t had sleep in three days when the truth is he’s an easy-go-lucky Psychology major currently distracted by thoughts of a certain tattooed bartender who, on the side, supplies weed to his cousin’s fellow skaters. Unsuspecting grandma buys his lie and doesn’t hit him with the bottle gourd she’s holding.

Like the devil that heard his unspoken wishes, Jaehyun materializes before him, his hair loose and touching his broad shoulders, carrying a basket as he frowns at a piece of red bell pepper.

“Jaehyun!”

Jaehyun smoothly recovers from the surprise and plasters a smug grin as he approaches. “Do you only like calling me hyung in bed?”

“There are grandmas shopping near us, so please talk quietly. What are you doing here? Isn’t this supermarket a little far from your place?”

“I met a friend in the area and decided to just get the ingredients I need here. It’s Jeno’s birthday today. Gotta make his favorites.”

Taeyong checks Jaehyun’s list. “Wow, you never cook anything special for me.”

“…Because you seem like a fast-food kind of guy. Are you not?”

“I eat healthily, thank you very much. See my list? It’s even longer than yours but I’m not celebrating anybody’s birthday. It’s just that I’m a lazy shopper so I’m trying to get everything I’ll need in the next four weeks. Can I come over to yours? Let me help in cooking!”

Jaehyun suspiciously scans him. “Am I wrong to assume that you can’t cook to save your life? Brats live in houses that work like a hotel, don’t they?”

Taeyong rolls his eyes. “We have maids back at my parents’ house but since I shared an apartment with Haru, I taught myself to do basic household chores and that includes cooking my own food. I’ll come over! I’ve done my readings so I can slack off.”

“…Suit yourself.”

**

Suit himself, Taeyong does. Donning an apron identical to Jaehyun’s, he dutifully slices garlic. “Do you need this now?”

“Yeah, add it into the pan.”

Carefully pouring the sliced garlic into the skillet, Taeyong takes the wooden spatula from Jaehyun and pretends like a professional chef as he sautés the aromatics, adding in red pepper flakes, onion and tomato. As the mouth-watering tang permeates the kitchen, he adds the seasoned shrimp into the skillet, glancing at Jaehyun who is making the sauce for the fried dumplings. “What else are you taking to the party aside from the mandu and the rose pasta?”

Jaehyun shrugs, mixing the sauce with a stirrer. “That’s enough. They’ll have a lot of food there. I’ll probably just get another cake for him on the way.”

Taeyong steps aside so Jaehyun can add the tomato sauce and heavy cream into the pan before transferring the cooked pasta in it, watching the older man sprinkle it with some cheese, mix it and season it with a bit more salt. “What’s your verdict?”

Scooping a bit of the sauce with the spatula, Jaehyun does a taste test. “It’s good.”

“See?! I told you I can cook!”

“…Because I told you what to do.”

“Your point being? Isn’t that how you learn? You are told what to do and then you apply it. Wow, it looks like you have no faith in me.” Offering to clean everything they used, Taeyong gathers it all to the sink while Jaehyun garnishes the pasta. “Who will be at the party?”

“Just his parents and me.”

“Does he not have siblings? Other cousins?”

“His parents didn’t want another child and he only has me for a cousin. Jeno can’t invite his sorry ass friends.”

“…Why not?”

Jaehyun huffs as he seals the pasta in a translucent container. “His parents are pretty overbearing. Want him to mingle with the straight-laced kids, saying they can’t let their only child go wayward as Jeno ‘has a bright future ahead of him.’ That’s true; the kid does really well in school. The thing is they’re keeping him from being a kid, from having a normal childhood. The more strict you are, the more that you’re raising a rebellious child because they’re just going to find ways to break your suffocating rules. So whenever they let him see me, I take him anywhere he wants, let him do whatever he wants as long as I’m keeping an eye on him.”

“They even forbid him to skate…?”

“His folks are old-fashioned. Think every kid out there who doesn’t waste their time going to cram schools are delinquents. Their son just wants to fucking skate, can you believe that? I don’t wanna take that fun away from him. When he goes to college, I’ll pay for his dorms so he won’t get stuck at home.”

Taeyong feels just how much Jaehyun truly cares for his cousin. It already shows just from the effort he put into making these foods. “Will you cook for me if I ask you?”

“Sure.”

Well, that’s too easy. “Did you cook for your exes too? Or should I say, former fuck buddies?”

Jaehyun looks at him quizzically. “I did. I mean, if you’re in my home and you’re hungry then I’ll make something for you, whoever you are.”

He juts out his lower lip and puts one of the pans on the drying rack. “Did they also have to beg for it first? Or did you willingly cook for them even without being asked?” Annoyance flares within him at the thought.

“…I don’t know what you’re getting at but I really can’t remember anymore. It’s been a while since I regularly saw someone.” Jaehyun grabs a pen and a sticky pad from the cupboard, handing them to him as well as his phone. “Can you please rewrite this note? My penmanship is a catastrophe.”

Turning off the tap, Taeyong dries his hands on the apron and hunches over the counter to copy whatever he’s being asked to.

He reads the sweet note Jaehyun prepared for Jeno’s birthday, smiling as he tries his best to write legibly and prettily. Stealing glances at Jaehyun who has taken over his task at the sink.

Actually, Jaehyun is really thoughtful and considerate if he thinks about it. Haru has never taken care of him after they fucked, so he was a little confused and honestly weirded out the first few times when Jaehyun cleaned him up and hugged him as they slept, or whenever he’d wake up to store-bought breakfast complete with a hot cup of instant coffee. Haru had never asked him if it hurt when he’d get rough, but Jaehyun has always—

Taeyong looks down and continues writing as Jaehyun turns to check on him, nearly catching him staring with fire-red cheeks and ears.

He likes him. He likes Jaehyun. He likes him more than he should like a man he’s only supposed to see for sex.

Fuck.

The day Taeyong lets Jaehyun drive his car comes. They take it to a rural highway just to be sure as both of them had a few drinks at the bar beforehand. It’s nearing 3am and Taeyong has to meet his groupmates at 9 for a case report but he’s here, losing sleep just to be with Jaehyun a little longer.

“I know the road is empty but don’t go too fast. My mom is going to kill me if she finds out there’s a scratch on my car.”

Jaehyun keeps both hands on the wheel, brows furrowed. “She takes tabs on you?”

“On the car. She asks about it weekly, checks if I took it to a repair shop or whatever.” Gripping the seatbelt, Taeyong side-eyes his companion. Jaehyun has rolled up his sleeves to his elbows again and tied his hair back. He doesn’t have his leather jacket but he’s got the leather pants and it’s making it hard for Taeyong to breathe.

He’d happily continue to undress Jaehyun in his head if he didn’t nearly lurch out of his seat when Jaehyun abruptly steps on the brakes. “The fuck—”

“There was a cat!”

“I told you to slow down!” Irritatedly pushing his hair away from his eyes, Taeyong gestures for the other man to drive again, licking his lips as he tugs his blonde hair back into a messy bun before unlocking his seatbelt. “Slow down if you don’t wanna kill us.”

“I’m already driving—holy shit.”

Leaning over the center console, Taeyong unzips Jaehyun’s pants and tugs his cock out, kissing the tip. “Careful, hyung,” he warns, before spitting on the flaccid length and using his saliva to stroke Jaehyun smoothly.

“What the fuck. You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“And I’m taking you to heaven.” Taeyong wets the tip nicely before engulfing it, moaning at the familiar weight on his tongue.

Jaehyun inhales sharply. “Shit—yeah, suck it hard, babe. Play with it.”

Following instructions like a good boy, Taeyong massages Jaehyun’s balls and sucks on the underside of his cock, stroking what he can’t fit in his mouth. Sucking particularly hard whenever he pulls back, playfully biting the leaking head and kittenishly licking as Jaehyun swells completely.

“Keep going,” Jaehyun orders, gripping his hair. “It feels good, baby. You’re doing so well.” Briefly looking at him, Jaehyun hums. “You really can’t survive a day without my cock, can you? Such a whore.”

Feeling his own cock harden, Taeyong rubs himself over his jeans and bobs his head eagerly, pressing the flat of his tongue along the prominent vein on Jaehyun’s cock.

“Can you take more, pretty? Let’s see if you can swallow around me?”

Taeyong mewls and inserts his hands in his jeans as he tries to open his jaw wider and take more of Jaehyun. But he’s not big on deepthroating and predictably chokes, spit trickling down his chin. “I can’t—”

“You can. Try again.”

Eyes welling up, he goes down again and wraps his lips around Jaehyun’s cock, slowly taking inch after thick inch, gripping the base to steady it. Dark public hair rubs roughly in his hand, and he’s about to pull back up again to get some air when Jaehyun suddenly thrusts, forcing the rest of his cock down Taeyong’s throat. He protests pathetically, tears collecting as he digs his nails in Jaehyun’s thigh. “Mmm!”

Jaehyun growls. “Swallow, Taeyong. Like I told you.”

Closing his eyes, Taeyong breathes through his nose and swallows around the pulsating organ. He hears Jaehyun curse—but Taeyong can’t tell if it’s because it feels fucking good or because he lost control of the wheel as he stomps on the gas.

Taeyong feels the second the car hits something and only Jaehyun’s hold on the back of his shirt keeps him from sliding off his seat and hurting himself. The airbag doesn’t pop. Taeyong pushes himself off of Jaehyun and stares wide-eyed at the lamp post pressed against the hood of his car. “…What happened?”

“What do you think?”

“God, hyung! Tuck yourself in—” Panicking, Taeyong gets out of the car to check the damage. It’s not that wrecked, but nonetheless the hood is dented, the force of the impact concaving it. “Mom is going to have my head!”

Jaehyun is zipping his pants close when he gets out. “Relax, it’s not hopeless. Take it to the mechanic.”

“Test the engine, will you?”

It doesn’t start.

Taeyong loses his shit. “I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked! This was a birthday gift to me!” Out of frustration, he punches Jaehyun’s arm. “I told you to drive carefully!”

The bartender gawks at him indignantly. “Well, who fucking told you to give me a head while I’m driving?! And we’re both fucking tipsy, Taeyong. Don’t you dare blame this on me—”

“You’re behind the wheel so it’s your responsibility—”

“Fuck you,” Jaehyun spits, glaring at him. “I didn’t ask you to suck me off.”

“Then what are we gonna do now? What—hey! Where are you going?” He watches Jaehyun walk away.

“Home!”

“You’re gonna leave me in the middle of nowhere?!”

“It’s not the middle of nowhere! Use your hi-tech GPS or something and find your way back home. You fucking piss me off!”

Taeyong takes out his dead phone and stomps frustratedly, chasing after Jaehyun. “Wait! Wait—wait, please, don’t leave me. I’m sorry, okay? I was just shocked! I’m gonna get in trouble if mom hears about it!”

Thankfully, Jaehyun stops and turns around. “Then don’t tell her. Do you really have to tell them every single thing that happens in your life?”

“Please, hyung, don’t go. I’m sorry for yelling at you and punching you. Look—” Taeyong pockets his phone, “I’ll let you fuck me in the car.”

“What?”

“To earn your forgiveness!”

Jaehyun stares at him like he grew another head, before his signature smirk reappears. “Alright, you minx. Get in the backseat.”

Chewing on his lip, Taeyong leads Jaehyun back to the car and crawls into the backseat with Jaehyun in tow, taking a bottle of lube from one of the compartments.

Jaehyun locks the door, pushing his pants down. “You came prepared.”

“I thought we’d eventually fuck in my car but I didn’t think it would be after we crashed, okay.” Getting rid of his jeans and underwear, Taeyong straddles Jaehyun’s lap and captures his lips in a needy kiss.

Rough hands excitedly grope his ass. “I’d crash your car again if it means having you like this.”

“No more, hyung. I’m not a cat. I only have one life.” Giggling, Taeyong squirts a dollop of lube on Jaehyun’s still rock-hard cock. They had a quickie at the bar before leaving so he’s still loose. Tossing the lube aside, Taeyong spreads his ass cheeks and asks Jaehyun to hold his cock before impaling himself on it, moaning. “Oh, fuck…”

“Mm, you open up to me so easily…”

He will never get used to Jaehyun’s size, though. The man’s cock is monstrous. Now holding on to Jaehyun’s shoulders, Taeyong lowers his head so he doesn’t hit the roof as he starts riding the man. “Jaehyun—”

“That’s it, baby.” Stroking Taeyong’s cock to full hardness, Jaehyun meets every slam of the blonde’s ass, pleasure  surging through them as their moans fill the car. He drags Taeyong in for a kiss, panting into each other’s mouth as he snaps his hips zealously, assaulting Taeyong’s prostate. “Fuck, yeah…”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Taeyong throws his head back, crying out. “Fuck me there!”

Teeth sink into the column on his throat, sucking bruises. “Fuck—you always feel so fucking good.”

“Oooh, hyung! Harder!”

Pushing Taeyong down on the seat, nudging his legs to a V, Jaehyun continuously drives into him, drilling his cock in the pliant body while Taeyong thrashes deliriously and grasps for something to hold on to.

Lecherous moans are punched out of Taeyong ruthlessly. Pressing his hands against the door above his head, his back arches as Jaehyun pounds into him so vigorously the car shakes from their fucking. “Ah, ah, ah—”

“Fuuuck,” Jaehyun groans, watching his cock go in and out of Taeyong’s greedy hole. “Your hole’s clutching me tightly, sucking me in like you don’t wanna let me go. You wanna keep me inside, Taeyong? You want me to plug you with my cock?”

Hips lifted like he weighs nothing so Jaehyun can stab him with his cock even deeper, Taeyong can do nothing but scream in pleasure, legs hanging on the back of the seats. He tries to rock back against Jaehyun, gripping the door’s handle. “Hyung! Fuck!”

“Come for me, baby,” Jaehyun rasps, eyes flickering to Taeyong’s neglected cock. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

A silent moan tears out of Taeyong as he goes rigid, orgasm blinding him for a second. He trembles from the rush of ecstasy, gasping for air.

Jaehyun senses the rapid build-up of his release and puts Taeyong down, slipping out of him so he can straddle the blonde boy’s chest and spray his cum on Taeyong’s face, groaning. “Fucking hell—”

Though tired, Taeyong sticks his tongue out to catch some of Jaehyun’s cum, eating it. In a second, he gets pulled to the older man’s lap and Jaehyun grips both their cocks in one hand, stroking. “Ohh…”

“I’ll let you go ballistic on me everytime if this is how you’re going to ask for mercy.”

Taeyong chuckles and takes off his shirt to wipe his face clean before resting his head on Jaehyun’s shoulder. “I’m gonna be limping to my project meet-up later…”

The last spurts of cum trickle out of their cocks, and Taeyong twitches as Jaehyun thumbs his slit.

“Think of me while we’re apart.”

His heart skips a beat. “I was hoping you’d tie me up with your belt…”

“Next time,” Jaehyun whispers, kissing the side of his head. “This won’t be the last time I’m fucking you in your car, darling.”

Lazily rolling his hips, Taeyong slots his face into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck. “My phone is dead, so you call for towing service. But after I get dressed.”

His breathing slows down as minutes tick by, exhaustion creeping into his bones. Taeyong dozes off just as Jaehyun lights up a cig and opens the door.

He’s getting in too deep.

It has been three months since Taeyong and Jaehyun began this tryst and Taeyong is rapidly, hopelessly falling for the bartender. Suffice to say it’s messing up with his head and his heart because Jaehyun does not date—it’s Jaehyun’s number one rule, to not date whoever he’s fucking. They established that fact. Jaehyun made it clear that he’s not interested in a serious relationship, a relationship that Taeyong is wanting more and more as he dives in Jaehyun’s arms, as those kisses rob him of sense.

Fucking isn’t all they do when they meet. Sometimes they contentedly drink over idle conversations, talking about what currently irritates the hell out of Taeyong about his groupmates or the bland cafeteria menu. Jaehyun has nothing to regret about his work; he loves the bar. To him, exhaustion is luxury, and he will never understand Taeyong’s grievances regarding his so-called rich boys’ problems. But nevertheless he listens. He will proceed to ridicule the blonde’s immature tantrums and then they’ll laugh at it together because yes, Taeyong’s worries are indeed foolish, but he loves it when Jaehyun lets him run his mouth anyway.

Taeyong has never been this…alive. Excited. Happy. With Jaehyun, he’s free. Jaehyun lets him smoke and drink and get high without telling him what’s right and wrong. With Jaehyun, there’s no pressure. With Jaehyun, there is risk, but there is elation.

He starts to care more than he should.

The thing is…he doesn’t know if Jaehyun actually cares for him outside the bedroom.

So Taeyong tests it one day, cancelling their meeting. Texting Jaehyun that he’s not in the mood. (Also Read: He is definitely lying and he misses Jaehyun a bit too much.)

[ Jaehyun: Oh. Alright. Just come over if you get bored and change your mind. ]

Taeyong rereads the reply for the umpteenth time but still doesn’t detect anything that will say Jaehyun is annoyed he won’t be seeing Taeyong tonight. Cue paranoia. Does it not bother Jaehyun because he has a reserve? Is he seeing someone else? They never confirmed whether they are exclusive fuck buddies. Come to think of it, there might be a possibility that Jaehyun could be fucking somebody whenever Taeyong is unavailable. Didn’t he say he met a “friend” when they bumped into each other at the supermarket?

Deciding to wait and see if Jaehyun will demand to see him, Taeyong puts his phone away and kills time by doing the rest of his readings and drafting a class report. It keeps him occupied for a couple of hours and only realizes it’s nearly 2am when he yawns thrice in a minute.

Disappointment fills him when he doesn’t see a text from Jaehyun. And displeasure at himself for letting this happen again—giving himself to someone who may not see him as more than a hole to fuck, to someone who won’t talk to him if it’s not to ask him to spread his legs. God forbid Jaehyun turns out to be another Shin Haru.

Astronomically aggravated, Taeyong fixes his things and transfers to bed, calling Jaehyun. The call goes through on the third ring. “Hello…?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

Taeyong hugs his pillow. “What’s up? I just—I just finished doing my report.”

“Cool. Must be why you’re not in the mood tonight. School fucking sucks, that’s why I dropped out in the first place. I’m closing up the bar.”

Won’t you tell me you miss me? “…Are you going somewhere after that? Doing something…or someone?”

He hears Jaehyun snort from the other line. “I’m beat as fuck, Taeyong. The plan is to go to bed and get some sleep as soon as I’m done here.”

“Hmm. Why do I feel like you’re lying?” If it won’t be a shame to Jaehyun to not see Taeyong because he’s got a long line of other boys to bed, then Taeyong should know about it now before he gets broken.

“What reason do I have to lie to you? And why do you wanna know if I’m heading somewhere? Do you wanna actually meet?”

“No, I said I’m not in the mood.”

“Then what are you calling me for?”

Taeyong’s chest prickles. “Can’t I just—forget it.”

“What is it?”

“…Don’t you close at exactly 1? And then you will be home by 1:30? You let your staff clean and lock up. What are you really doing right now? If you’re cleaning the bar, then why don’t I hear anything? Are you purposely keeping quiet? Is there someone with you?”

He should’ve known Jaehyun won’t take kindly to this petty behavior.

“Taeyong, what in the loving fuck are you on? I really am cleaning up and you’re keeping me from going home soon. I can’t fucking mop the floor while talking to you. What do you really want? What are you interrogating me for?”

“…I’m sorry, I just—I was expecting you to…call. Ask why I’m not in the mood. Ask me to see you anyway. But maybe somebody else will keep you busy.”

“…I don’t know what made you think I’m with someone right now other than my staff who are also doing their best to clean this place so they can go to sleep, but—whatever. I don’t know why I’m explaining myself to you. You sound like a jealous boyfriend and honestly, it’s ticking me off.”

Taeyong winces as the call ends and groans, burying his face into the pillow. “God, I’m a fucking mess.” In spite of it, he really hopes he didn’t completely butcher whatever’s going on between them.

To punish himself, he drags himself to the bathroom and showers with freezing water that has him trembling like a drenched cat in the storm.

He stays there for half an hour (he turns the heater on after the first 10 minutes because he’s scared of death), acting like the miserable girls in music videos of breakup songs and comes out wearing a thick, warm robe. About to turn the lights off when the doorbell rings.

The fuck. Is it Haru? His ex-best friend has been trying to convince him to hang out again but the asshole can’t possibly be pestering him at this ungodly hour, can he? It’s still hard for him to keep turning Haru down given their history but Taeyong braces himself for it, fist curled tightly in case he needs to break Haru’s nose.

“Are you Lee Taeyong? Your order is here.”

There is a delivery guy in front of him. Taeyong stares at the box, the logo of a popular fried chicken restaurant printed on it. He didn’t order anything, he tells the guy, but he was shown the receipt and it was indeed his name and address encoded there.

Cautiously, he takes the food and tips the delivery guy before heading to the kitchen, belatedly noticing the single fake, thorny, black rose taped at the side with a note attached next to it.

[ Fried chicken is the best food to eat when you want to cool your head off. Don’t let your classes stress you out so much. You’re taking it out on me and I don’t like it. Eat well while it’s hot. – Jaehyun

PS. I paid extra for the fake rose. There’s a flower shop beside the restaurant. How the fuck did it cost as much as the bucket of chicken? I feel scammed. Feel better now. ]

He’d taken Jaehyun to his place once and Jaehyun remembered the address. He briefly mentioned that the rose is his favorite flower and Jaehyun took note of it. Got him a fake one so it lasts a lifetime.

Detaching the rose from the box, Taeyong hugs it like a child would a teddy bear.

Jaehyun cares in his own ways, and that’s good enough for Taeyong.

Taeyong makes up his mind. Packed with certainty and determination, he is going to confess to Jaehyun. He can’t take it anymore. His heart has been captivated; he’s fallen in love as unbelievable as it sounds. So what if Haru thinks Jaehyun is no good? Why should Taeyong listen to a traitor?

Before leaving the apartment, he replies to Haru’s text about sleeping over tomorrow because ‘he misses his best friend.’ Yuck. I’m sick. It’s contagious. Talk to you later.

He’s aware that he’s being impulsive but Taeyong feels like if he lets this chance slip by, he will not be able to move on.

Reaching the bar, he parks in front of it and checks the time. 12:35. So it’s understandable that there are only three customers inside—two of them being girls who are currently making out at the corner, and the other one—

“Haru…?”

The other boy sits by the bar, one elbow on the counter as he grips his phone. “…Thought you were sick? Is it not contagious enough for you to stay at home? If you can still get up and drive here to get drunk, then you can let me stay the night.”

Nails digging into his palms, Taeyong glances at Jaehyun who’s wiping the counter behind Haru before meeting his ex-friend’s eyes again. “Well, I didn’t wanna see you and you kept bothering me so I had to lie.”

“Why would you lie to me? I’m your best friend.”

“You’re stupid if you still believe that. Why are you even here? You’ve stopped coming here when you dumped me for your girlfriend. This is not our place anymore.” Feeling the tension in the room rise, Taeyong crosses his arms. “I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“I didn’t even know you were here!”

“I texted you—ah, you were on your way already and didn’t read it. So who did you come here for? Him?” Haru raises a brow as he shortly glances at the bartender. “You really chose this one over me, over our friendship? Taeyong, may I remind you that I was there for you through your ups and downs? Your parents trusted me so they let us share an apartment, and you’re willingly choosing this guy? The very definition of what your parents told you to avoid?”

He bristles, ears ringing. “There’s nothing wrong with him! And stop talking about Jaehyun as if you know him!” Witnessing the commotion, the two girls hastily make an exit as the other staff of Monster Crafts retreat in the kitchen.

Finally, Jaehyun gets sick of their drama. “You two, take it the fuck out of my bar. I don’t want you dealing with your mess in here, talking about me like I’m not literally standing in the same room.”

“But hyung—”

Haru interrupts, leaving his seat. “See? He doesn’t even give a shit about you. If he cared for you, he’d tell me I was wrong and prove himself deserving of you. But the dude only cares about his stupid bar, apparently.” Closing the distance, Haru takes one of Taeyong’s hands. “Come back to me. If you want to have fun, you can still ask me. As long as it’s not with him. I can’t believe you’d downgrade this much. It’s okay, I can take care of you. But we have to keep it a secret from—”

Taeyong gasps as Haru gets slammed to the wall, with Jaehyun’s arm keeping the other boy pinned against it.

“Let go!”

Jaehyun shoves the boy back, knocking the air out of him. “I may look like trouble but I don’t like fighting, kid. You’re in my territory so I will require you to keep your unwanted opinions about my bar to yourself. If you think it’s stupid, go somewhere else. But if you loved it here, considering you’ve been frequenting it for over a year, then stay. I just have one favor to ask of you.”

Hand wrapping around Haru’s throat, Jaehyun leans in and whispers. “Leave Taeyong alone. He’s mine. If I hear that you lay your filthy hands on him, I can’t promise I won’t crush your windpipe the next time I fucking see your face. Do you understand?” Seeing Haru struggle to nod, Jaehyun releases him and lets him wheeze his way out of the bar like a terrified dog.

“Are you alright—”

Hot tears stream down Taeyong’s face. This is not how he wanted to let Jaehyun know. Haru has ruined it. Surely, Jaehyun will not want to be with someone who has a freaky, possessive ex-friend trying to control them.

“You heard him. I have feelings for you. I’m sorry but—I fell for you. I know you don’t like dating but I can’t help it…! You’re just—you make me so happy. You gave me something to look forward to, and even when we don’t end up in bed, you still make me happy just by being there and listening to my nonsense. You’re sweet, you care for your cousin and you never fail to show me how thoughtful you are and I don’t think you even know what it does to me. And I know you didn’t mean to make me love you because we’re just supposed to be fuck buddies but—I’m sorry—I couldn’t just not fall for you, hyung. I—I love you! And I’ll take whatever I can get—”

Jaehyun drags him to the back room, kicking the door close. Killing the rest of what Taeyong wants to say with a single kiss that leaves Taeyong dizzy, body thrumming for more.

“Why—”

“Shut up. Shut up! Fuck—stop talking.” Resting his forehead against Taeyong’s, Jaehyun’s jaw clenches as he grips the front of Taeyong’s shirt. “Fuck. Is this why you got so jealous? Suspecting I’m fucking someone else? Because you love me? Because you want me for yourself?”

Taeyong’s eyes well up again, whimpering as Jaehyun crumples his shirt tightly.

“Fine! Take everything you want from me! Take everything, I’ll give it to you. Just stop fucking crying—I don’t like it. I don’t like seeing you cry.” Loosening his hold on the blonde’s shirt, Jaehyun cups Taeyong’s cheeks and thumbs the tears away. “Stop crying. Brats think they can get whatever they want when they shed a few tears? Fuck—alright. Take me, then. Take me, if that’s what you want.”

With Jaehyun, one has to read between the lines. This is him accepting Taeyong’s confession, this is him saying he feels the same. This is him breaking his own rules for the brat that didn’t listen and fell for him anyway.

Wrapping his arms around Jaehyun’s neck, Taeyong pulls him in for a shy kiss, sniffling. “I love you…”

“I hate spoiled brats so much,” Jaehyun mumbles, burying his face on Taeyong’s shoulder. “I hate them.”

But I don’t hate you is what Taeyong chooses to listen to, covering his mouth to stifle his giggles before kissing Jaehyun again, heart soaring.

Parking right by the stairs leading to the front doors, Taeyong takes the flowers and denies a butler’s assistance to take his car to the garage. He’s not planning to stay long.

His mother asked him to come home after a vague but urgent call. Though he didn’t dwell on it, he stopped by a flower shop to have something to appease her if this is about her somehow discovering his trip to the car repair shop.

He checks the time. He’s going on a date with Jaehyun later and he’s yet to pick a tantalizing outfit. This is going to be their first real date since officially becoming a couple and Taeyong embarrassingly got ants in his pants, heart fluttering like a teenager.

A maid tells him his parents are in one of the tea rooms. Taeyong glances at his attire—a plain blue shirt and sweatpants. His mother, the fashionista that she is, is surely going to berate him for daring to step into her house looking like someone that lives from paycheck to paycheck.

Normally, Taeyong will only consider wearing this if he’s staying in, but he impulsively got a small beer bottle tattoo on the right side of his leg yesterday. He has to let his skin breathe for a bit.

He nearly collides with someone when he makes a turn to the hallway, eyes bulging when he looks up at Haru. “What are you doing here?”

Haru smirks at him before continuing on his way, walking out of the house. Taeyong didn’t know the bastard would be here. Is he with his parents? But his mother would tell him. If they’re not here, then what is—

Dread simmers in Taeyong’s belly. Taking a deep breath, he enters the tea room and finds his glum parents. “Mom, dad.”

His mother throws a photo to his feet. “Explain this atrocity.”

Picking it up, Taeyong stares at the picture of him and Jaehyun kissing at the parking lot of his apartment complex. There is no denying this, although Taeyong is not planning to. If Haru wants to hurt him, then he won’t give him the satisfaction. “Did Haru give you this? You didn’t think it’s weird of him to stalk me?”

“If he didn’t follow you then we wouldn’t know the kinds of horror you’ve been partaking in behind our backs. Taeyong! We sent you to the best schools! We would go to church every Sunday! What happened to you…?”

He folds the picture and pockets it, dejected and upset with their behavior. “Nothing happened to me, mom. I have always been gay. I have always liked boys.”

“Take it back! You’re just confused! You’ve been away from us since you started university and I should’ve insisted you attend a private, catholic college but we thought you’d like it more if you were with Haru! What did you do?!” His mother gets hysterical. “What kind of people have you been hanging out with?!”

Astonished at her words, Taeyong doesn’t hold back anymore. “Are you disgusted with me? Wow, I mean—I knew you’d be against my preference but I didn’t expect you to actually say it straight to my face. I like men. You can’t do anything about that—”

“Rectify your lifestyle, Taeyong,” his father somberly says. “Before it’s too late.”

“Or what? You will disown me? Take the company from me? Then have a go at it. I don’t wanna be a part of a family that can’t accept who I really am. If you regret having a gay son, then I regret being born to bigoted parents.”

Seeing fury and disbelief on their faces, Taeyong turns on his heel and disposes of the flowers on his way out.

**

He frantically knocks on Jaehyun’s door. Jaehyun swallows what he’s going to say upon seeing the frustrated tears. “What’s wrong?”

Taeyong pushes his way inside, angrily wiping at his eyes. “Fuck Haru and fuck my whole family. Fuck all of them!”

“Calm down.” Jaehyun drags him closer, kissing his forehead. “What happened?”

“Haru outed me to my parents. Mom is disgusted and dad basically told me to seek therapy. Fine! Be disgusted! But I’m not gonna change. I’m not gonna be like Haru, that fucking coward. If they can’t love me for who I am then they gotta accept that they don’t have a son anymore.”

“I see. May a cactus fuck them in the ass. What are you gonna do now?”

Pacing the room, Taeyong pinches his lip as he considers his options. “They will disown me. Mom paid for the apartment so she might force me out of it too. I have to fucking sell the car before she thinks about snatching it and withdraw money as much as I can while my account’s open.” He stops, staring at Jaehyun. “I’m eloping with you.”

“…What?”

“I don’t have a family anymore, hyung. Pretty sure I’m going to be homeless by the end of the week if I don’t grovel to their feet. Will you take me in? Will you let me live with you?”

Jaehyun blinks a few times, processing it. “Hold on—do they know about me?”

“Err, I don’t know what Haru said but he gave them a picture of us kissing. Oh my—what if they hunt you down, hyung? Close your bar? Kidnap you?! Hyung, we have to run away—”

“They can’t possibly do that—that’s fucking illegal. They have no valid reason to forcefully stop my business.”

“Haha—I know, I’m just trying to scare you so you will elope with me. They can’t touch your bar, but what if they send assassins to attack us while we’re out on a date?” Taeyong taps a finger on his chin. “I should’ve asked them if they know where you live.”

Silence befalls them for a moment before Jaehyun cracks up, shaking his head. “Your whole family is out of your fucking mind. But I’d be damned if I just left you alone, wouldn’t I? Poor little Taeyong, mistreated by his evil parents—”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

Grinning, Jaehyun embraces his waist. “I don’t think they’d go that far. The worst they’d do is, well, take your money away. So we have to go to the bank now. I’ll accompany you.”

Taeyong huffs. “Actually, we can’t take my car because like I said, I’m planning to sell it and we won’t be able to if we crash it again. We’re in a rush. Let’s use your bike.”

Giving in to the blonde’s logic, Jaehyun rolls his eyes and takes his keys, locking up before they head to the parking area. “Hold on tight,” he says as Taeyong clambers behind him.

“I have a surprise for you, by the way.” Taeyong wraps his arms around his boyfriend, leg bouncing. “I’ll show you when we get back.”

“Looking forward to it—”

“Wait a second.” Taeyong ignores the older man’s grunting as he fishes his phone out and opens the compilation folder of his old chats with Haru as well as their naked selfies in bed. “I knew this would come in handy someday. I didn’t want to do this, but he betrayed me first. Time for payback.” He sends several of them to Haru’s sister and parents. After that, he turns off his phone and hugs Jaehyun’s waist. “Let’s go!”

Being a witness to Taeyong’s revenge, Jaehyun indulges himself with a kiss to the younger man’s pink lips. “That’s so hot. You’re not leaving my bed tonight.”

Taeyong blushes, hiding his face on Jaehyun’s shoulder as they speed away.