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Eden was testing Jongwoo’s patience.
He had only ever felt the pangs of uncontrollable rage when he was in the army, which he had started to conjure up nightmares of these recent nights. But it turned out that the anger issues inside him also simmered whenever he would interact with anyone inside of Eden. Actually, not just Eden. Back at his new job too, his seniors irritated him to the point of no return. He still endured it all, wishing for a future where he would stand with Jieun by his side and look back at these days as something similar to the initial days of a struggling author. He desperately wished for these days to turn out to be something that both him and his lover would smile and laugh about. But the lover he dreamt of standing by his side in the future was already falling farther apart from him.
Jieun was a genuine and sweet girl. He felt it in his heart when he first met her in college, the warmth she had. After having dated long distance for such a long time and still being as close as ever, Jongwoo was absolutely sure that moving to Seoul would be the best life-turning decision.
The reality cut deeper than expected. Jieun was a busy person, working as hard as any other human being to make her own place inside the big firm she worked at. Selfish seniors, soul-sucking tasks and working overtime, she was just as deep inside the shitty work-culture as Jongwoo was. And he understood. He really did. But he needed her to listen to him when he talked about how something was really wrong inside of Eden, with the people he was staying with. Jieun would often disregard it, saying it was nothing but unfamiliarity mixed with Jongwoo’s active imagination. They hardly ever met up, and when they did, Jongwoo got surprised each time by how hard it was for Jieun to notice the change of expression on his face. It was starting to seem like that she didn’t care. Jongwoo still blamed it on her hectic work schedule and held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, Jieun would notice his inner turmoil and come to his rescue when she was finally free of the workload.
That day never came and weeks went by. Jongwoo was getting close to his breaking point as each day passed by, going back and forth from Eden to his workplace. The same old people and the same old rough treatment. At this point, Jongwoo had stopped writing his novel, though he had several ideas. Sometimes he won’t get time to even eat properly, owing to the new learning style he was adapting to at work for which he never got praised, and sometimes he had so much time on his hands (especially on weekends) that he didn’t have the energy to do anything but lay in bed all day.
Not to mention that creepy neighbour of his, Seo Moonjo, kept asking his company as a drinking buddy. He didn’t hate talking to Moonjo. That man seemed the most sane human amongst the residents of Eden, that was until Seokyoon arrived and Jongwoo realised he was desperately fooling his own brain to believe Moonjo was anything close to normal. Now he would scoff at the fact that he once thought Seo Moonjo could be something similar to a friend for him. Seokyoon was surely the only one that Jongwoo truly relied on, taking comfort in the fact that if it weren’t for that aspiring artist, he would have been at the mercy of the creepy manipulator that somehow also called him ‘jagiya’.
“Hyung,” Seokyoon began after taking two deep gulps of his beer, “Why don’t you try phone-sex?”
Upon hearing that, Jongwoo didn’t sputter his beer out (surprisingly), but he was undoubtedly taken aback by Seokyoon’s words. That kid had a talent for saying the most out of the world things at the most random times. Someone like Jongwoo always found him amusing.
“What nonsense are you saying?” Jongwoo’s tone was harsher than intended, but Seokyoon was unfazed. Rather, he took Jongwoo’s words to support his own suggestion.
“See? You are so cranky these days that it even freaks me out, hyung,” Seokyoon sighed and shook his head, “You need to take that frustration out somehow.”
“That escape being moaning into a phone?” Jongwoo laughed sarcastically, which earned him a frown from the younger. Seokyoon more or less knew that Jongwoo wasn't easily able to meet Jieun whenever he desired and came up with the perfect solution of phone-sex after much pondering.
“Don’t be so close-minded, Hyung! You would be surprised to know that it is even more exciting to hear your partner moan or talk dirty when you can’t see them.”
Jongwoo was invested when he heard that, trying to remember the last time he had heard Jieun’s voice while being intimate. Surely, he had tried some sort of phone sex with Jieun over the course of their long-distance relationship. He enjoyed it too, but he didn’t find it that appealing. To be fair, they only ever talked about what he could call ‘naughty things’, but there was no moaning or groaning included. Jongwoo had also realised that he was someone who would rather have their partner in his embrace while being intimate than talk about dirty stuff over a phone call. But the way Seokyoon had directed his perspective, Jongwoo started thinking about what it would be like to hear Jieun’s breathless voice over phone. Maybe his overactive imagination would do him a favour and he would enjoy the experience. However, he would only know if he tried.
“Don’t worry about my frustration. I don’t think my mood’s getting better anytime soon,” Jongwoo said before chugging down the last of the beer, “Not until I leave this crazy place.”
“You are too stubborn. Don’t blame me later on saying that I didn’t give you like, the most perfect solution ever,” Seokyoon pouted slightly, which made Jongwoo break a smile.
Jongwoo just shook his head and gestured, “Let’s go, we should sleep.”
“But it’s a Sunday tomorrow,” Seokyoon objected to sleeping so early.
Jongwoo had forgotten, but the revelation didn’t make him feel much of anything either. After all, with Jieun busy with extra work and he himself not having any motivation to do something, Sunday was just another day for him. Though Jongwoo did feel like the conversation from before probably happened for a reason. Maybe he should really try and call Jieun up. Who knew? Maybe Jieun would actually agree to do this silly thing with him.
He smiled to himself and nodded, “Then I’m going to bed. Come down safely, okay?”
Seokyoon nodded with an understanding smile of his own plastered over his smug face, “Sure~ Good night, Hyung.”
His ability to catch on quickly earned him another chuckle from Jongwoo, “Good night.”
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Seo Moonjo was late. His evening patients came in much later than the fixed appointment, and Moonjo had to treat them for the sake of his own image. He would be lying if he said his mind wasn’t preoccupied by someone who was back at Eden during that time. The work was finished up as early as it could possibly be by Moonjo, and then he wasted no time in getting ready to leave the clinic. With so much time already gone, he couldn’t afford to miss out on watching Jongwoo fall asleep too. He had to keep track of the progress to see if Ms. Eom was doing a good enough job or not.
With the help of long steps and a quick pace, Moonjo arrived at Eden. He quietly went up the stairs and entered his floor. While walking though the hallways, he noticed faint mumbling coming from Jongwoo’s room. Upon close inspection, it could clearly be heard that he was talking to his girlfriend. Seokyoon didn’t seem to be in his room, and Jongwoo was definitely well aware that his other neighbour wasn’t around anymore. Still, he had a lot of confidence in his talking skills to believe that someone else wouldn’t be able to hear him, Moonjo thought.
He was eerily quiet when he entered his own room, dropping his bag gently and going straight to the wall where the small space allowed him to look at Jongwoo to his heart’s content. Moonjo also took off his coat and vest while keeping an eye on Jongwoo, who sat on his chair with his phone at the ear.
“But Oppa, aren’t we too old for that stuff?” Jieun spoke from the other side, which only Jongwoo could hear. It was all left to Moonjo for interpretation when Jongwoo breathed out tiredly.
“Yeah, I get it. Sorry for such a weird request,” He mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, I mean. It’s not like I hate it,” Jieun began, “I do have time right now, so…”
“Wait, you want to?” Jongwoo’s eyes lit up.
“But I will warn you that my roommate will be back anytime now. We’re supposed to watch a movie together tonight.”
Jongwoo's heart sank a little when he heard that. Wasn't Jieun supposed to working? How come she had the time to watch movies but not talk to him? Was she even going to call him if he didn't call her first? No, Jongwoo reminded himself, feeling bad for being so judging of what Jieun decided to spend her free time on. He laughed and said, “I won’t mind the interruption.”
He heard Jieun laugh from the other side, which made him gain a cheeky smile. Seo Moonjo struggled to understand the context, but he wasn’t so clueless as to not realise where this conversation was heading. He felt his blood rush a bit more when Jongwoo said that didn’t mind interruptions, observing the new tone of voice that he was hearing for the first time.
Soon enough, Moonjo noticed that Jongwoo was breathing heavily and kept humming his responses back into the phone. Then, he abruptly stood up and rushed into bed, raising blanket over himself. The barrier did almost nothing to stop the sounds, but did everything to hide Jungwoo’s body. Moonjo sulked a bit in his mind but didn’t give up on watching the other man since the lights were still on. Also, he couldn’t possibly get enough of him, ever.
He took notice of the shuffling under the blanket, how Jongwoo’s feet moved, how his hands roamed around before finally settling to a place where the repetitive motions could be seen clearly. Moonjo felt slightly disappointed that his mind wasn’t as imaginative as he would like it to be, but something about not being able to see what Jongwoo was doing seemed exciting to him. It was different than usual when Moonjo would get access to see all the things Jongwoo did in that room. It wasn’t his first time, obviously, seeing Jongwoo pleasure himself. Just not like this. The situation felt different because the bright lights and Jongwoo…
Wait, did he moan?
“Jieun-Ah,” Jongwoo’s voice was lust-heavy when he muttered the name, his chest sounding clearly out of breath. The voice, seeming extremely loud in the dead quiet of night, rang in Moonjo’s ears as he felt warm in certain areas himself. He still tried to practice self-control and not give in to the distraction of it. Moonjo was determined to keep his eyes on Jongwoo’s moving figure, not ready to miss a single movement under that godforsaken thin blanket. And as if to test him, Jongwoo kept making breathless noises and repeating the name of his girlfriend, all the while touching himself.
If Moonjo had an idea of what Seokyoon had said about people sounding more sexy when not in sight, he would have a hundred percent agreed. The abundance of erotic sounds made his blood flow accelerate but the lack of visuals made him almost go crazy. Moonjo felt like a mess.
“Oppa,” Jongwoo stopped immediately when he heard Jieun suddenly changed her tone. “Oh no. My friend, she’s here,” she sounded anxious. as if she didn't want to show her friend that she had been talking to her boyfriend. Shit, Jongwoo was being delusional again.
But still, those words were more frustrating to hear than Jongwoo had anticipated initially. Before he could say anything though, Jieun whispered back.
“I’m sorry, Oppa. I'll go now.”
With those brief words, she ended the call. The beep noise afterwards made Jongwoo kick off his blanket in an instant. He groaned loudly and his previously busy hand fell back on the bed, his eyes doing nothing else except stare at the ceiling above him with a frown decorating his face. Then, as if to shake him off from thoughts, Jongwoo heard a slip noise from the other side of the wall which made him conscious of his painfully swelled up erection. He sighed and rolled his eyes, feeling embarrassed at himself for enjoying this phone-sex session like a teenager. Jieun's voice was definitely something that turned him on, but he still didn't feel close to satisfied. Now, with frustration filling up his mind, he decided to do a quick one, just for the sake of reaching orgasm.
The blanket being kicked off so suddenly hadn't been all that good for Moonjo. After all, he now had to rely only on one hand instead of two to support him on the wall. Such an inconvenience.
The heat added to Jongwoo's frown while he stroked himself with his eyes shut close. The beads of sweat on his face made Moonjo want to look at his Jagiya up close. Maybe lick him too. He was somehow sure that Jongwoo would love being licked all over and like the feeling of a wet and hungry tongue on his skin, should the day come. Anyhow, the way Jongwoo squirmed in heat made Moonjo let out small breaths each time. His eyes shifted rapidly back and forth from Jongwoo's face to his hands. He couldn't get enough of Jongwoo's almost naked and wet body now that he finally saw it after minutes of it being covered. He saw the writer's delicate hands go over his chest and groin, totally immersed in the feeling of pleasure, and Moonjo's hand did the same to his own body.
"God," Jongwoo breathed and started pumping vigorously, seemingly close to releasing himself, or as Seokyoon had said, his pent up feelings. At the sight of this, Moonjo fastened his own pace, though he was doubtful whether he would be able to finish himself in sync. He would definitely love to some other time though, when he would be incharge to control Jongwoo's orgasm. For now, he settled on using his other hand too while leaning over the wall with the help of his forehead. He couldn't see the writer in that position very clearly, but it did the job when he so desperately wanted to match his bodily reaction to the other's.
Jongwoo felt himself getting close, so he started to move his hand more around his chest, going all the way over to his inner thigh in slow motions. He liked doing it, Moonjo observed, because now he seemed to be feeling it more. He was turning into a breathless mess and yet never failed to miss rubbing a spot on his torso.
Moonjo found that fucking hot.
Jongwoo's voice grew louder with each pump, his other exploring hand falling still and his body freezing up in the anticipation of his orgasm. He came, moaning a set of "Ah"s each time he twitched from the intense pleasure. His hand never left it's place, doing it's own thing that was most likely sub-conscious in nature.
Moonjo felt himself nearing his own pleasure peak, though he felt disappointed for not having an orgasm at the same time. Still, he was content because he could attentively take pleasure in all the reactions Jongwoo was giving. He would never dare to miss watching his Jagiya. Never.
When the high of the pleasure faded away, Jongwoo felt in a daze, back in the present reality that almost drove him crazy. He did feel more at ease, if he was being honest, but it wasn't like a magic potion that made all his anger and frustration dissolve in an instant. Not that he expected that, but he did expect some sort of major relief.
"Ah, Jagi. You're so perfect."
The sudden voice almost made Jongwoo jump out of his bed. He looked around frantically, realizing that he was still naked down there. He wore his pants quickly and stood up to look around for the source of the deep voice. There was no doubt that the voice was of Seo Moonjo, his creepy ass neighbor that called him Jagiya. At first, when Jongwoo had heard Moonjo whisper the word and some other weird phrases at night, he had assumed that the guy was talking over phone to his partner. He still held onto the assumption because, you never know. Nevertheless, he felt extremely creeped out by the fact that the words matched the context of the situation, which had never happened before.
Was Seo Moonjo able to see him? Jongwoo sighed in defeat when he also considered the possibility of being mistaken, or maybe delusional. But it didn't feel like he was mistaken. The odd and anxious feeling of being watched was prominent ever since he had walked into the building of Eden, but it was especially strong right now.
Jongwoo felt his cheeks warm up as he turned the lights off and went into bed, thinking about what his neighbor would have seen if he had been really looking at him. Gosh, he felt mortified. How stupid of him to masturbate with his lights on and blanket thrown around. It was like giving the most perfect view to someone who was spying on him. He scratched his neck when he couldn't find any trace of anyone around him. As he slipped into sleep from exhaustion, he still considered the possible ways he could be spied on. There were no cameras, how in the world could anyone possibly watch him.
The said 'anyone' was standing on the other side, breathing heavily to himself while holding his now wet hand. Moonjo, despite being heavy headed after his orgasm, still kept his eyes on Jongwoo, having enjoyed all sorts of faces his Jagiya made under a state of panic and was slipping into slumber now. It made Moonjo more happy than ever too see Jongwoo react to the slight possibility of his own neighbor watching him masturbate. Made him feel the one in control of the person in front of him, who he really, really wanted to own.
He watched Jongwoo take steady breaths and shift unconsciously soon after he fell fast asleep.
Moonjo smiled to himself, feeling ever so proud of the one he was working so hard to create.
The one he was trying to deliver.
His creation.
His Jongwoo.
His Jagiya.