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finally, summer break.

after months and months of suffering, tough classes, assignments, projects, endless hours of studying and an insane amount of all nighters he had to do to catch up with his courses, jaeyun could rest. he thought.

his friend slash flatmate just barged into his room, "jongseong invited us to his place, jaeyun-ah, to celebrate the end of the semester." 

there was his best friend, park sunghoon.

park sunghoon, who sometimes, had no idea of what personal space meant. for example, right now. he just bursted into the older's room without knocking, but since it's not the first time to happen, jaeyun was used to it. kind of.

"jesus fucking christ, you scared the shit out of me!" he sighed, "can't you just knock on that damn door? it's closed for a reason!" his flatmate just laughed.

(it's not like jaeyun was doing anything explicit, he was watching an anime on his laptop, laying down on his bed, but still.)

jaeyun and sunghoon's dynamics were like that, either sunghoon pushed jaeyun's boundaries just a little, or vice versa. 

"where's the fun in that?" he was smirking, no, he was grinning, like he won the lottery or something, "so?"

anime gone and forgotten, laptop closed, jaeyun sat up and eyed his friend who looked nothing but ridiculous with his pajamas that had marry christmas on it. yes, spelled like that, because sunghoon was too drunk to notice when he bought it. oh, and it was also july.

"what's so fucking funny, sim?" the older was laughing his ass off, "that's the only thing i could find!"

"if you did your laundry more than once a month that wouldn't happen, you know." 

"i literally do it every other week."

"you literally don't."

"i fucking do."

"you don't."

for a while, they just looked at each other with wide eyes, it was kind of funny, they'd definitely laugh if they saw themselves from another person's view.

"jongseong wants us to go."

ah, the party, jaeyun almost forgot about it.

"why?"

sunghoon had enough of standing at the doorway, he sat down next to his friend, "to have fun? jaeyun-ah, it's a fucking party."

"no shit sherlock." he sighed, again, "when?"

"in two hours?" the older hit him, "ouch! for what, asshole?"

"the fuck you mean in two hours? i can't get ready in two hours!" jaeyun whined, desperately clinging to his own black locks with his fingers.

"jongseong just texted me, brat, he should be the one to punch!"

the younger got his phone out of the one and only pocket this hilarious pajama pants had. he unlocked the phone and jaeyun tried to ignore the picture sunghoon had as his lockscreen (it was an... interesting picture of sunoo, if you were wondering), and showed the texts he exchanged with the oldest of the trio.

my buddy jongssaeng ❤️🔥 8:23pm

yo bro

party today at my house

bring jake too

the park the sung the hoon 👑 8:25pm

why don't u just text him too

do i really have to get up

my buddy jongssaeng ❤️🔥 8:26pm

yup 👍🏻

the park the sung the hoon 👑 8:26pm

we literally have a gc for things like that

the seven of us

do u want me to tell the others 

or is it just jaeyun-ah

my buddy jongssaeng ❤️🔥 8:27pm

they already know

tell him to come

i haven't seen him in a while

the park the sung the hoon 👑 8:27pm

fine

whatever

i haven't seen him in a while. it was true, jaeyun thought. they weren't as close as the others. they weren't in bad terms, either. if sunghoon wasn't his flatmate, he probably didn't even know the existence of park jongseong. he probably didn't even have a good circle of friends.

sunghoon is the reason that their friend groups merged. first, before moving into their apartment, close to their university, it was just jaeyun, sunghoon and sunoo. the latter wasn't a best friend to them, more of like, a little brother to jaeyun and a crush to sunghoon. after his first months of university, sunoo instantly became friends with his roommate, yang jungwon, who's now, a bestie he always wished for. 

jungwon had a friend from his town, who hasn't graduated yet at the time. next year he joined them, though, his name is nishimura riki.

and then park jongseong.

sunghoon met jongseong at their shared class, their teacher paired them up together. they instantly clicked, and whenever they studied at the jaeyun and sunghoon residence, he always felt a little jealous. for what reason? he had no idea, if he was being honest. was it because he wanted his best friend for himself or was it because he couldn't find a way to deepen his friendship with jongseong?

jongseong continued to hang out with sunghoon, and then it was the four of them, since sunoo liked to spend his free time at their apartment too. it's just so comforting, i like being here, once sunoo said when jaeyun asked about it. and my apartment is smaller, i swear, i get dizzy just being there!

he didn't mind it. he didn't mind when the four of them suddenly became five, when jungwon decided to join. he didn't mind when five became six with riki coming along with jungwon for the first time. since then, they hung out like that.

he also didn't mind when he met with lee heeseung, jongseong's best friend. for a while, jaeyun had a crush on the older, but it dropped eventually, because he realized he still had his ugly commitment issues. he just got dumped recently back then.

jaeyun didn't mind them. he even enjoyed the company, and it says a lot, since, he was an introvert and his social battery died quickly, all the time. he really enjoyed seeing his small circle became friends and slowly they turned into something more. 

they all could get along really well. it came easily. it was easy to cling to jungwon, he liked how he and riki could play around, he was like a mini version of himself. heeseung, with him, he always had this teasing friendship, it wasn't similar how his best friend played with him, tho. sunghoon was his hell and heaven at the same time, while, his heeseung hyung felt like a safe place. sunoo was his eating buddy, his little brother, they always hung out and went on restaurant dates (they always referred to it that way), since they shared similarities when it came to food.

and there was jongseong.

with him, jaeyun felt like he was walking on eggshells. when they were together, just the two of them, it felt both suffocating and exciting at the same time.

they also rarely hung out. whenever they did, it felt weird. not in a bad way. neither in a good way. jaeyun thought, he shouldn't be left alone with jongseong for too long. there was something in the air, a thick layer of tension, and he wasn't brave enough to explore it, and he was a coward to shut it down.

this is exactly why jaeyun felt his stomach dropped to his knees when he saw his name in jongseong and sunghoon's chat. jake. it was only jongseong who called him jake (rarely, sunoo too, but it wasn't the same), and it was only him who called the older by his english name, jay.

"heeseung hyung is coming to pick us up." jaeyun's best friend got up from the bed, stopping at the door, "if i were you i would waste no time to get ready, since hyung's never late."

jaeyun gave him the middle finger, sunghoon wholeheartedly laughed, head thrown back and everything. with that, his friend disappeared while jaeyun gathered his stuff and quickly locked himself in the bathroom.

after he showered, shaved what needed to be shaved, shampooed, dried and styled his hair, sunoo came over and helped him pick the perfect outfit and even did his makeup for him. sunoo is living in the same neighborhood, the same area as the two, if you were wondering.

sunoo did a smokey eyeshadow, not too smokey, but it looked mysterious. he draw two perfect eyeliners, applied some glitter and highlighter, lipgloss, and said, you look so scorpio right now, and jaeyun had no clue if that was a compliment or not, since he did not believe in astrology at all. sunoo always tried to talk about his sun or moon signs – whatever, jaeyun was a lost case in this.

oh, they almost ran late because of the outfit. it's not fair, he whined, since, according to him, his friends looked good in everything. to that, sunoo's response was, no, hyung, you just have an awful sense of style and we need to fix that.

at the end, jaeyun's outfit consisted of high waisted jeans, oversized, dark blue, ripped everywhere – like, literally, a tight lace and silk crop top, black colored, that revealed a little bit of his stomach. it belonged to sunoo, he left there the last time he was at their apartment. i look like a slut, he said that to sunoo, who simply just answered, isn't that the point, hyung?

heeseung called sunoo, literally at the time he was supposed to be there (how does he always manage to be on time every single fucking time, jaeyun thought) and the three of them hurried their way down.

in the car, jaeyun was aware of the eye fucking his hyung gave him, but jaeyun didn't return anything so the older quickly dropped it.

they got there eventually... jongseong's house was packed. crowded with people. 

it was no surprise to them by now. they got used to jongseong's fame and popularity on the campus. he was insanely popular and not only because he was coming from a wealthy family, but because of his personality.

jongseong was everything everyone wanted to be. wealthy, but he never flexed with it. smart, good at everything, sweet, gentle, compassionate, cooperative, caring, literally the best person you could have in your life. that's why he was so popular.

heeseung had a secured parking spot in jongseong garage – it was basically heeseung's house as well. he even had his own room without paying any rent, even though the oldest hyung wanted to, but jongseong declined.

no matter how many times jaeyun witnessed jongseong's home, he couldn't take his eyes off from the interior. it was elegant, minimalistic, rich, but homey, comforting and relaxing, at the same time.

not right now, tho. 

loud music came from one of jongseong's living room (or whatever you want to call it, since it wasn't the only living space in this fucking 5 star hotel), everyone was either dancing, making out, playing beerpong, or some games that involved alcohol. jongseong hired a dj, a fucking mixer to prepare alcohol behind the bar, yes, the park residence had that too. 

it wasn't hard for jaeyun to spot jongseong. his eyes always found jongseong immediately. like they were magnets. because, jongseong was looking for jaeyun almost all of the time, too.

jongseong left the tall guy he was talking with, just to greet his friends. in no time, he was hugging sunoo, fist bumping with sunghoon and heeseung, and, there was jaeyun.

"look at you, sim," the owner of the house scanned jaeyun's whole body from head to toe, "you look really good."

before jaeyun could say thank you like a normal being, sunoo says, "it's all my work."

"excuse me?" jaeyun playfully snapped at the younger. "the hair was me!"

jongseong stepped closer to jaeyun, into his personal space, too close to his liking, but didn't push him away.

"i like your hair the most." jongseong flirted, it didn't go unnoticed by the younger, obviously.

"and you look decent, jay-ah." jaeyun eyed him up and down, "nothing that could drive me crazy, you have to try harder." 

they weren't the same height, almost, but jongseong was a few centimeters taller, so whenever they stood in front of each other, jaeyun had to look up, just a little.

"good thing it's not you who i'm trying to impress."

"then who?" jaeyun smirked, and jongseong wants to punch him in the face with his lips.

someone out of their friends (who happened to always witness this weird type of shit they have going on, by the way) coughed, "thanks for the show, can you guys wait 'til i find some popcorn?"

"very funny, sunghoon." grimaced jaeyun, stepped away from jongseong, "i'm going to grab a drink. who's coming with me?"

and with that, jaeyun changed the topic. how he always does. jongseong's not the type of guy who would push boundaries, unless it was sim jaeyun, because he liked pushing his buttons, especially with teasing and flirting. but he flirts with everyone, jaeyun tries to make himself believe, so it shouldn't be a big deal. it's not.

so why does jaeyun feel frustrated when he isn't the one who's receiving jongseong's flirting? 

"i'll walk you there." of course, jongseong, who else.

"so sweet of you, your majesty." 

they didn't hear that sunoo said he and sunghoon will go to the dance floor, neither heeseung when he said he'll search for the younger ones of their friend group. 

they reached the barstool, jongseong grabbing a mojito for himself and a piña colada for jaeyun, since he remembered the younger didn't like mojito.

jaeyun took a sip of his drink, hummed, "not that bad." jaeyun loved the drink, it was very tasty, but he would rather eat dirt first than admit it to jongseong.

"wanna take a sip of mine?" sweetly, jongseong offered, knowing jaeyun will kindly reject it.

"yeah, actually."

jongseong's eyes widened a little. he knew jaeyun hated mojitos. hated anything mint involved. he eventually put the straw to jaeyun's lips, watched how his adam apple bobbed when he swallowed. 

"still not my type." 

they walked back to where they left their friends, finding no one on the spot, so they decided to walk around in this fucking kingdom of jongseong's.

when they entered the kitchen area, jongseong asked, "what's your type, then?" 

"what?"

"you said, mojitos aren't your type. what is it, then?"

jaeyun licked his lips and looked away, jongseong was thankful, because this way the younger didn't catch him staring.

"sweet. i like the sweet ones." their eyes met, "but i like it even more when the sweet ones are a little bit intoxicating." 

that was their moment. the moment where jaeyun doesn't know he should just let it happen or run away. he hates both options.

"man, i've been looking for you to for a while now!"

riki, their youngest saved them, how jaeyun would word it. 

riki, their youngest ruined the moment, how jongseong would word it.

"heeseung suggested we should play truth or dare in the living room but i wanted to find you guys first."

"we're in!"

"you're in, jay, and i didn't say a single word."

"are you afraid of speaking the truth or doing what you desire deep down, darling?" 

riki was looking back and forth between the two of them, let them be, he thought.

"oh, please." jaeyun scoffed.

"come on! let's play, hyungs." with that, he dragged them to where everyone already seated.

jaeyun mentally thanked jungwon for saving a seat next to him, he did not want to be seated next to jongseong.

the game started off easy, asking where they first or last had sex, when they did it for the first time, with who, best and worst hookups, super basic sex involved questions. and nobody had balls to choose dare, yet.

it was sunghoon's turn to ask, since he answered the previous question, something about his freakiest kink, or whatever.

"jongssaeng-sshi! truth or dare?"

oh no, sunghoon and his questions, jongseong thought, "truth."

everyone turned to jongseong, "who would you rather fuck if you had the chance?"

jongseong eyed everyone in the room who wanted to play with them. "man, i don't really know." he lied. he, of course, knew who would be the only one he'd like to sleep with.

"you have to pick someone." his friend, heeseung reminded him.

jongseong couldn't tear his eyes off from a certain someone. that certain someone of course avoided looking at him.

"i would fuck jake, to be honest."

hearing his name, jaeyun snapped his head, gulping. he knew jongseong would say his name, yet, he couldn't believe he actually did.

the tension thickened in the room, even after they continued playing. it was either jongseong eye fucking the younger across the room, or jaeyun checking jongseong out.

sunghoon and sunoo got a seven minutes in heaven, a random girl who happened to join their game had to call her grandmother to tell her she's pregnant, strangers kissed, and then, it was jaeyun's turn.

"dare, i'll choose dare."

heeseung smirked, "your dare is to fuck with jongseong," everyone in the room went dead silent, "since he wants it so much."

first, confusion creeped out on jaeyun's face, and then, when he realized his hyung weren't joking, his face went blank. 

"what?" 

"you heard it."

"even if they did," jungwon spoke up, "how would you knew for sure they did?"

jungwon was right. you saved me, jaeyun thought.

"okay, fine. dare you to kiss him with tongue, then."

jungwon did not save him, not at all.

"you're kind of perverted for wanting to watch that, hyung." 

sunoo and sunghoon's seven minutes of heaven ended, them coming back looking like they had the quickest fuck of their life. hair messy, swollen lips and red necks. everyone knew what they were up to, it's not like they were hiding it.

it's just a kiss, it's just a kiss, it's just a kiss.

jaeyun kept saying it to himself, and walked to jongseong. without hesitation, he got comfortable on the older's lap, arms were resting on jongseong's shoulders.

"come on, pretty boy," the younger leaned in, "show me what you got."

the last thing jaeyun did was smirking, and then he found himself closing the distance sooner he wanted to. jongseong always riled him up like that.

jaeyun was expecting jongseong to be dominant. jaeyun wasn't expecting jongseong to be so patient and gentle.

one of jongseong's hand played with the strings on jaeyun's jeans, while with the other one, he held the younger's waist, rubbing the skin there, holding him close.

the older bit jaeyun's lips and he parted his lips just to invite jongseong's warm and wet tongue. it drove jaeyun nearly to insanity, how good it felt, how good it was to feel the older so close yet it was so far, not enough, and he craved more. even though he shouldn't.

when jongseong aligned his head the right way, jaeyun moaned into the kiss. 

and that was it. jaeyun had enough, he broke the kiss and without looking he stood up from jongseong's lap and went back to his original spot, next to jungwon.

"you look so red, jaeyun hyung." jungwon whispered to jaeyun.

the last and only thing anyone said to him after his soul left his body just by making out with the park jongseong, thankfully. the game continued like nothing happened, but for jaeyun, his world turned upside down.

their game quickly turned into truth or drink, since the dares were either boring or too easy, and none of them could think of good ones. so, that's how jaeyun ended up a little drunk, giggling at everything others did or said. 

it wasn't even the questions he chose to drink. he wanted to forget. he wanted to be able to ignore that presence in the room. he wanted to not think about jongseong and his inviting lips for the rest of the night.

people lost interest in the game, so everyone went to mind their own business and somehow the seven of them stayed on the couch, enjoying each other's presence. kind of.

"i think it was enough, jaeyun-ah." sunghoon stopped his friend from another shot, because jaeyun already looked like shit.

"let me have fun, sunghoon-sshi!" with that, he swallowed the liquid and it burnt his throat, but it felt so nice.

jaeyun never got drunk.

he was one of them who didn't like the taste of alcohol and even if he drank, just a little.

but now, he looks absolutely wasted. he still can walk without problem, it's not that.

he never got drunk and now he was close to knocking himself out, and it scared their friends.

"i'm going to dance." jaeyun announced.

another thing jaeyun didn't do. dancing. don't get him wrong, he likes dancing, just not like that. why would i dance between sweaty bodies? i just don't get it. that's what he always said.

"we'll come with you." jungwon dragged sunoo with him, who clearly, didn't want to get up from his boyfriend's comfy and warm lap.

one of jongseong's living room was turned into the dancefloor. it wasn't really crowded but it wasn't empty, either. 

jaeyun let his body move without thinking, dancing with some strangers, nothing more. he felt nice. it was nice.

and then he locked eyes with jongseong.

jongseong was sitting on one of the armchairs in the other side of the room, with a drink in his hand. manspreading, of course. looking at jaeyun like he wanted to eat him.

the younger continued to dance for a while, with jongseong's eyes on him. he liked the attention. he liked to be watched. he liked to be watched by jongseong.

it went like that for a while.

it felt like it was just them in the room. but suddenly, they weren't.

out of the blue, a dude named song daeho came into the sight of jaeyun. it was enough for him to sober up.

"hi, jaeyun." he greeted, "it's been a while."

as a response, the younger tried to leave him, but daeho followed him like he was a puppy who got left there by his owner.

daeho grabbed jaeyun's wrist, "don't touch me."

he let go of it, "okay, but–"

"what do you want, daeho?"

they were no longer in the living room, more like in the hallway, where the music wasn't too loud. jaeyun wishes it was, he didn't want to hear daeho's bullshit, anyway.

just to say in the nicest way possible, daeho was jaeyun's ex. jaeyun's first boyfriend. first love. first heartbreak.

seven months ago they broke up, and they haven't met since then. it was an ugly break up.

daeho wasn't living in the same area as him or the rest of his friends, hell, they didn't even go to the same university, so jaeyun did not understand what he was doing there.

"a friend of a friend invited me. i didn't know you'll be there."

jaeyun sarcastically laughed, "great." 

daeho tried to get closer to jaeyun, "jaeyun-ah."

of course, he took a step back. "don't come near me."

"i miss you."

jaeyun scoffed. "you don't."

"i do."

jaeyun was sightly uncomfortable. he wanted nothing but disappear into the night and drink as much as he can. but now, because of daeho. night officially ruined.

he felt an arm around his waist, he flinched a little, even, but when he saw it was jongseong, he was relieved.

"daeho."

"the infamous park jongseong." daeho was eyeing the two in front of him. "are you two...?"

before jaeyun could open his mouth, "it's none of your business." jongseong said.

"you could never mind your own business. if you didn't notice, it was a private conversation between me and jaeyun-ah."

"and if you didn't notice, you make him uncomfortable."

"i would never do that to my sweetheart." 

enough was enough, the older eyes widened. "get out."

"after i talked to jaeyun."

jongseong looked at jaeyun, who was watching him the whole time. they were so close, centimeters away. "do you want to talk to him?" the older whispered.

jaeyun gulped. "i don't know." he sighed, "stay."

"i want to talk to him, just the two of us." daeho tried to grab jaeyun's wrist again, but jongseong pushed him away.

"don't touch me." all jaeyun had to say. "tell me what's up like that or i'm leaving."

for a few seconds, daeho didn't say anything, he didn't move. he looked upset, furious.

"i want you back."

jaeyun just laughed at that. jongseong's heart skipped a beat, but they don't need to know that.

"very funny. anything else?"

"don't be like this. we were so happy together, jaeyun-ah."

"we were, and you decided to ruin it."

"thats–"

"don't ever talk to me or try to find me. don't come near me. please, just don't." a tear rolled down on his cheek, and he ran off.

jaeyun heard jongseong shouting his name but he couldn't care, he wanted to find a place where daeho wasn't. 

and he did.

jongseong's balcony. that's where he ran off the last time when he felt the need to be alone.

it happened a while ago. sunghoon dragged him out of the apartment because it's not healthy to mop around over a jerk, he said. so jaeyun agreed to come and have fun.

he ended up at the same spot he's at right now, the balcony of jongseong's bedroom.

"if you don't want me to find you, you could've hide somewhere else." 

jaeyun heard jongseong's sweet voice, coming from the balcony door.

"maybe i want you to find me." jaeyun answered, looking at the shining sky. 

"sorry for interrupting you guys." he apologized.

"he should be the one apologizing."

jongseong hummed. for a while, it was just them existing next to each other, jaeyun looking at the stars while jongseong looked at one.

"jake?" the sudden use of his english name made jaeyun turn his head and face with jongseong.

"jay?"

jongseong had no idea why he called for him. maybe he wanted to see the younger's face, who knows.

they were close. they were in each other's personal space, they always were.

jaeyun kissed him with passion. with the urge to drown in jongseong's mouth and forget about the world. he kissed him with nothing but want.

the kiss they shared at the moment was nothing like the kiss they had in the game. this one was different, and they both knew.

jongseong held the younger close, pushing him against the balcony fence, licking in his mouth and kissing him hungrily, like it was the end of the world. jaeyun grabbed jongseong's hair, tugging on it a little, a whine escaped his mouth at the sudden sensation.

jaeyun leaned back, and seeing how jongseong followed his mouth gave him a confidence boost.

"can we do the dare, jongseong?" jaeyun whispered against the older's lips. "show me how much you want it," he kissed down on jongseong's jaw to his neck, biting and marking him they belonged together, "show me how much you want me."

"jake..." the older whispered, breathed heavily.

"i dare you to fuck me 'til i can't walk." their eyes met when jaeyun stopped eating the skin off from jongseong's neck. "don't you want to lose, do you?"

"it was your dare, not mine." jongseong stated. he was a nervous wreck. "are you sure? will you say forget about it for that too?"

jaeyun ignored the latter question and said, "i might be a little drunk, but i am. fuck me."

jongseong waited a few seconds, just in case, jaeyun changed his mind. but he didn't, so jongseong kissed their way back to his bed, pushing the younger down on it.

jaeyun sit up before jongseong could lean in, "it's hard to take it off."

jongseong laughed, "is it?"

"i guess?" jaeyun giggled, "it was hard to put it on so i assume it's not easier to take it off, either. it's sunoo's."

"as much as i like the view right now, respectfully, i want to rip it off from you."

"don't you dare, sunoo will kill me."

they laughed, it was sweet, jaeyun thought. he put his arms up and jongseong helped him to get rid of the crop top.

jaeyun got comfortable on the bed while jongseong went to get lube and condoms. 

the older watched jaeyun from his bathroom door, and he got caught.

"take a picture, i bet it'll last longer." jongseong just rolled his eyes at the comment, and dropped his weight on the boy who laid in his bed.

"you look good on my bed." jongseong left open mouthed kisses on jaeyun's neck, "but you'd look better on me."

jaeyun hissed when he felt jongseong's teeth on his skin. "you have to earn that, majesty."

"please, you'll be begging for it by the end of the night."

"you wish."

"i know you will." jongseong whispered against jaeyun's neck while he was playing with one of his nipples, "i'll make you beg for it."

"it's going to be a long night because i– fuck," he moaned when jongseong bit down on his earlobe, "i won't."

jongseong rubbed jaeyun's boner with his hands, slowly and gently, it was clearly not enough for the younger, "be a good boy and stop acting like a brat."

it was good, jaeyun's brain was foggy, all he could think of is jongseong, "oh, fuck off. this shit isn't working on me." he lied, it did things to jaeyun, but he won't admit that out loud.

jaeyun couldn't think straight. how could he when jongseong's hand felt heavenly on his dick? but he clearly wanted more.

"i bet you want me to take this off," jongseong played with the button on his jeans, "must be uncomfortable, right?" he licked one of jaeyun's sensitive nipples, "use your mouth and i'll give you whatever you're asking for."

"get on with it, jay-ah."

"with what?"

"fuck, just-" he was a moaning mess, "undress me."

jongseong didn't want to torture him, not yet, so in one go, he grabbed jaeyun's jeans and underwear. he threw it to the same spot where the top was lying.

"fuck, sim, i knew you'd be pretty like that, but–"

"does that mean you have thought about me like that?"

the older licked his lips and bit them, "what would you do if i said i did?"

jaeyun blushed and instead of an answer, he grabbed jongseong by the nape and pulled him in a kiss.

"it's not fair that i'm naked and you're completely dressed." jaeyun whined against jongseong's lips when the older grinned on him.

"you want to see me that bad, huh? so desperate for me, sim."

"i could get anyone but i'm in your bed, don't make me regret."

jaeyun kissed him again, on the lips, not giving in when the older wanted to push his tongue. he always pulled away when jongseong tried to sneak a tongue into his mouth, just to tease the older.

jaeyun was so into teasing jongseong, he didn't even notice the latter opening the bottle, pouring some lube on his fingers, all he knows that jongseong was playing with his rim, not pushing his finger in and it made jaeyun go crazy.

"what are you waiting for, an invitation?" he tried to sound cocky, but he knew he was breathless.

"so eager, can't i have a little fun?"

"i bet it'll be funnier when i break your dick while i'm riding you."

he pushed the tip of his middle finger in, "i thought you said you don't ride me?"

"shut up."

"language. or else i'm walking out."

jaeyun laughed, "heeseung hyung would fuck me anytime, anyway. and i would ask him nicely, i would–"

without warning, jongseong pushed not one but two of his fingers with force into the younger's hole. jaeyun mouth opened wide, his breathing became whines in no time as jongseong scissored him open and fucked him with his fingers.

"you're prepped, did you come here knowing someone will fill you up?" jongseong talked flith in his ears and even though he tried his best to answer, when he opened his lips, he couldn't.

two fingers became three in no time, whines became moans after jongseong successfully found jaeyun's prostate and massaged it in a circling motion.

"if you don't stop i-i'll come." the younger stuttered.

jongseong stopped moving his fingers completely, "who said you can?"

"who said i'll wait for your permission?"

"so we're playing like this, okay."

jongseong started kissing his skin from his knees, biting the skin of jaeyun's inner thighs, leaving hickeys on his stomach, while not moving the fingers at all.

he found his way back to jaeyun's pink and hard nipples, sucking and licking and biting it like his life was depending on it. it was. 

jaeyun's sweet and desperate moans were serenade for his ears (and also his dick which was aching painfully in his pants, but he tried not to think about it too much), he was shaking with want and pretty tears were flowing down on his face.

jongseong wasted no time, he kissed the tears away, one got on jaeyun's lips, and obviously, only for that reason, not because his heart was aching for the younger, he pecked him there, too.

"so pretty, crying from desperation." the praise went jaeyun's dick that was already leaking and hard, waiting for release.

jongseong started moving again, three fingers in and out, fastly hitting those sweet nerves with each thurst.

"i'm c-close, and," the younger couldn't help but moan without shame, but he was still holding on, "i don't want to cum like t-that."

jaeyun was gripping the sheets and it turned on jongseong so badly, his dick was about to fall off at this point.

"then how do you want, baby?" he slowed down with his movements, but still pleasuring him in a way he knows jaeyun won't come.

"you have a dick for a reason, use it."

"i won't give in, jake." in no time, jongseong was abusing jaeyun's prostate again.

the music in jongseong's house was loud, but the pretty boy crying and screaming under him in pleasure was louder. with a high pitched moan, jaeyun came, untouched, sobbing because of the overwhelming orgasm jongseong gave him only with his fingers.

he pulled out. he let jaeyun think that was it, but he was a determined and horny man. hurriedly, he undressed himself, clothes gone and forgotten.

jaeyun's eyes were closed when he felt jongseong's dick on his hole. he heard jongseong tearing apart the cover of condom and he also heard him opening lube but his brain was incapable of processing, that's why he got so surprised at feeling jongseong inside of him.

"jay-ah, fuck." jaeyun hissed, more like because of feeling overwhelmed than being in pain. "i just came."

jaeyun didn't even have any time to get over his first orgasm, jongseong was fucking into him in wildly. he couldn't even use his words, his brain went numb, it was overwhelming, too much, but he liked the fact that he was used, he liked that he didn't have any single thoughts right now, nothing but how good jongseong fucks him.

"jongseong-ah, p-please..."

that riled the older up even more than he already was. jaeyun begging? it went straight to his dick.

"i thought you said you won't–, fuck, beg."

"it's n-not the, ah, same." jaeyun couldn't talk without moaning or whining, and it was so fucking hot, if you ask jongseong. "please, ah, jay."

jongseong pulled out, not for to give the younger the satisfaction, but because he wanted to change their position.

"on your knees and hands."

"w-what? i don't think i can–"

jongseong didn't wait for jaeyun's answer, he flipped him over and now he was trying to hold himself up.

as much as he was overstimulated and his insides were aching, he found himself pushing his hips back.

"such a whore." jongseong aligned his dick to jaeyun's asshole, waiting. "you were begging me to stop and now you're pushing your hips back."

jongseong put the tip in, causing jaeyun to drool into the pillows underneath him.

"i wish you could see how nice your hole takes me. like you were made for my dick to take." he grabbed jaeyun's waist and pushed him onto his dick. jaeyun felt hard again.

instead of pounding into him like how he did earlier, it was jaeyun who moved his hips back and forth with jongseong's hand resting on his ass. 

it wasn't enough. jaeyun was out of breath, trying his hardest to fuck himself on jongseong's cock, but it was still not enough and he wanted more.

"i wanna ride you so bad..." jaeyun found himself saying his thought without thinking. he still didn't stop his movements, tho.

"yeah?" the younger hummed, "should i let you?"

"yeah, you should." he was out of breath, "submissive men should be on bottom."

as much as jongseong literally craved to experience jaeyun riding him, he wasn't submissive and he wanted to prove that. he forcefully fucked into jaeyun's tight wet hole, hitting his sweet spot constantly.

moaning loudly, the younger came, as much as he didn't want to come yet. jongseong was still fucking him hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure. jaeyun couldn't hold himself up, his face went straight into the pillow, buried. his moans were still loud, jongseong had his own orgasm while listening to the heavenly voices jaeyun made.

he pulled out carefully and removed the used condom, threw it in the bin next to his bed. as he moved jaeyun to the bed, he saw the red bruises he made with his hands, on jaeyun's waist, he felt both guilty and giddy about it.

"if you give me five minutes, i'll ride you."

jongseong laughed at that, and said, "yeah, okay."

the older snuggled closer, resting his face on jaeyun's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

jaeyun speaks, out of the blue, "your dick game is good."

jongseong loudly laughed and sat up, "i can't believe you just said that."

"what am i supposed to say? thank you, bro?"

"it wasn't really bro of me to be in you."

they laughed a little, laying down next to each other. while jaeyun was staring at the ceiling, jongseong was looking at the beautiful boy in his bed. a little piece of hair was in jaeyun's face, it was long enough to tuck it behind his ear, so jongseong wasted no time and did it. jaeyun was a blushing mess, and it didn't help that jongseong rested his hand on jaeyun's face, caressing the skin there.

jaeyun leaned in, kissing jongseong like it was their first time. slowly, captivatingly, gently, yet so passionately, it burned everywhere in the older's body. he sat up, inviting jaeyun to his laps who obviously didn't reject him. their dicks were touching, erection coming back in no time. jaeyun was sucking on jongseong's tongue, licking his mouth clean.

when they parted ways, jaeyun said, "i still can feel that damned mojito on your tongue, jay-ah." the older just laughed, "it tastes like shit."

"do you know how shit tastes like?"

"i do, i just kissed you, dummy."

jongseong playfully pushed him aside, wanting to get up (not actually, he misses jaeyun's warmth), but then jaeyun grabbed him by the wrist, "hey, don't go, i'm sorry." 

jongseong was melting. he was falling. jaeyun used the cutest tone he had ever heard and his heart nearly skipped a beat.

jaeyun sat back where he was sitting before, on top of the older. "let me ride you, jongseong hyung."

oh, that was new.

jongseong heard jaeyun calling him hyung for three times, and this was one of them. it was not fair how much it affected him, but it did, and all he could say, "yeah, fuck, okay."

after successfully finding lube (it wasn't really needed, but jaeyun insisted he likes it extra wet), he was about to put the condom on his dick, but then-

"i'll do it for you." 

it did something to jongseong. seeing jaeyun, the most beautiful boy in the world applying both condom and lube on his dick, wrapping his hand around him, sitting up a little just to be able to take it, it did something to jongseong's poor little heart.

before the younger sat down on it, jongseong said, "take it easy, don't want to hurt you."

in one go, without waiting, without taking it easy, jaeyun sinked down on it.

"what the fuck did you not understand when i said take it easy?" 

jaeyun was dumbfounded. he just couldn't think of anything else but jongseong's throbbing dick inside of him, the way jongseong was breathing, it was just too much. this way, it reached deeper, he felt it everywhere.

jaeyun giggled, then put a hand on his stomach, "i can feel you there."

"fucking hell, jake."

"it's so fucking hot." the younger on top started grinding down and it sent vibrations to his body when jongseong's dick brushed against his prostate. "holy shit."

it was hard to thurst into jaeyun like that, but jongseong tried his best to make him feel butterflies all over his tummy. it was about him, since he wanted to ride him so bad. i can wait, jongseong thought.

when he got bored of just grinding on jongseong, jaeyun started moving up and down on the older's length, pleasuring not just himself but the man under him as well. jongseong mentally patted himself on the shoulder for not skipping arm day in the gym, because now he could easily help jaeyun, moving him by the waist.

"it's s-so fucking good– ah, fuck, park jongseong!" the younger was supporting himself by grabbing jongseong's shoulders, "there, oh my god, there, don't stop!"

jongseong couldn't hear anything else but jaeyun. he was pretty sure jaeyun was louder than the whole house and everyone who happened to walk in the hallway knew they were doing each other, and yet, he couldn't care less, not when the sim jaeyun was doing god's work on his dick.

he wrapped a hand around jaeyun's length, since he saw how close the younger was. he was playing with the tip, caressing the skin there, and that's when jaeyun came all over jongseong's hand with the loudest moan of the night. his third orgasm was even more intense than the first and one, not that he was complaining.

"gosh, sorry, i came too much." the younger apologized, felt embarrassed for making a mess. he was resting his face in the crook of jongseong's neck.

"don't say sorry, it was a sight to see."

the younger giggled, "oh, come on." he pushed jongseong's shoulder, "get out."

"excuse me?" jongseong's face was hilarious at the moment, but jaeyun tried his best to put a pokerface on, "this is my room. my house."

"get yourself out of me, dude." jaeyun playfully whined.

"you're literally sitting on my dick. now tell me, how i was supposed to do that?"

"figure it out, i'll suck you off after." 

"yeah, will you?" jongseong's voice dropped an octave, and it sent goosebumps onto jaeyun's skin.

he just hummed and nodded. jongseong placed jaeyun comfortably on the other side of the bed that wasn't covered in lube and cum, get the condom off and threw it away. he stood up, got a wet towel from his bathroom and cleaned the younger off with it.

"you're so slow, old man." the boy on the sheets teased.

"what the fuck– we're literally the same age!"

jaeyun sat up, "it's not the age, it's the mentality. you're just so, uncle." the younger eyed with jongseong's hard dick, licked his lips, "a hot one. not mine, tho, but you're such an uncle, jongseong-sshi." 

for a few seconds, while jongseong processed what the fuck he just heard, he remained silent.

"you said i'm hot?" he grabbed jaeyun by his face and closed the distance.

jaeyun pulled away, "i did not."

"you did."

"no, i didn't. you're too old you started hallucinating." 

"i'm going to have grey hairs by the end of the night because of you, jake."

"that's because you're old." the younger pushed jongseong to the mattress, "now, make yourself comfortable, majesty. i'll make it up to you."

jongseong fixed the pillows behind his back and laid his head on the bedframe, legs wide open as he was waiting for the younger. the latter crawled up from his legs to his face, back arched, like a cat, begging to be touched, so jongseong did. while jaeyun left open mouthed soft kisses (too soft for the older's liking) on the older's skin, jongseong caressed the skin of jaeyun's inner thighs and ass cheeks.

jaeyun was such a tease. he was everywhere but nowhere close to where jongseong needed him the most. he didn't know if it was because he edged the younger 'til he cried (which was a sight, by the way) and he wanted jongseong to beg, or because he just wanted to take his sweet time savoring every little inch of the older's body. either way, jongseong was nearly on the edge.

"you look so submissive like that." jongseong had no idea if jaeyun was talking to his dick or him, actually.

"will you actually start doing it or do i have to suck my own dick?"

jaeyun just laughed, "i mean, you can try, if you want." he started playing with the tip, maintaining eye contact with the older. "let me have some fun, old grumpy man."

"o-okay," the older's voice started shaking the moment he felt the younger's tongue on his dick, "just like that."

jongseong couldn't hold a moan back when the boy in between his legs started sucking the precum out of his dick, it felt so good, and it was a while since anyone dared to give head to him, since he was on the bigger and thicker side.

"are you sure you can take it?"

"oh, please, jongseong, i see no challenge here."

jaeyun was a liar.

he only sucked on one dick in his life and it was daeho's, who was a decent size, but nothing compared to the monster jongseong had been storing in his pants. 

but something in jaeyun changed when he saw how thick and long jongseong was. he wanted to give his all and he wouldn't even mind if he choked on it. he really, really wouldn't. jaeyun haven't experienced being this horny in his almost 21 year long existence.

after a few seconds, jaeyun put his mouth on jongseong's length and started moving his head up and down. 

he had zero clue what he was doing, but he assumed it couldn't be bad, since the sounds jongseong made felt like he had a good time.

and for jongseong, it was heavenly. he wouldn't be surprised seeing jesus in the room with them if he opened his eyes right now.

the older didn't push, tried his hardest to not move and thurst into jaeyun's warm mouth, but it was challenging. 

"can i?" he grabbed jaeyun's black hair as gently as he could.

"yeah, j-just," jaeyun was visibly tense, "don't be too rough."

after they exchanged a few words, jaeyun went back and tried his hardest to inhale through his nose while he was putting more and more of jongseong's dick in his mouth. he adjusted and sent a signal to the older, that he can do whatever he want.

jongseong was thick. no, it was an understatement. jaeyun's lips were stretching around him, it burnt and he is pretty sure it'll hurt later, but it's a problem for future jaeyun. he could barely breathe, he was choking on jongseong as the latter guided him up and then down and he shouldn't be enjoying this, he should hate this the way he hated giving head to daeho. 

jaeyun should, but he hates how much he loves it.

it turned him on to no end how vocal jongseong got. the room was full of jongseong and his pretty voice. the way he was saying fuck and don't stop, baby and your mouth was made for me and you deepthroat me like a slut. jongseong and the way he was degrading and praising him, did something to jaeyun, something he has never felt before. his insides were burning with nothing but want.

jongseong was too caught up he didn't even have time to inform jaeyun about coming. the latter didn't mind, swallowed everything jongseong had to offer, sucking him dry, savoring every drop of it.

"fuck, did you swallow?"

"yeah?" the younger didn't get what's so surprising about that.

"woah." jongseong was still lying down while jaeyun sat up. he couldn't stop chanting woahs.

"are you still there or did i just suck the life out of you?" jaeyun joked.

jongseong laughed. "you might, actually." he took a deep breath, "give me a moment."

"please just don't have a heart attack. i don't want to put clothes on you before the ambulance arrives."

"so sweet of you, you wouldn't want other people to see me naked."

the younger just rolled his eyes, "i think you'd be super embarrassed if they found you like that but whatever."

jongseong set up, close to jaeyun, "stop it and come here."

jaeyun did as the older told, they were comfortably laying on the bedsheets. jongseong wanted to kiss those shiny lips so bad.

so he did.

jongseong could taste himself on jaeyun's tongue and it shouldn't be exciting but it awaken something under his skin. he's obsessed with the way jaeyun melts into his mouth, he's obsessed jaeyun's scent, how jaeyun's skin feels under his hands.

it was slow and gentle, unlike how they kissed a while ago. it was nothing like their previous ones. no lust, no want, just comfort. slowly, the half hard on jaeyun had went away, thankfully, he was too tired for another round.

"i need a shower." jaeyun whined. "carry me there."

"it can wait. you're busy." the older pecked his lips sweetly.

"busy with what?"

"busy with me." another kiss, "you've never wanted my company and now you do, so–"

"i'm sorry." jaeyun interrupted. "it's not because of you."

jongseong sighed, "are you going to leave again and pretend this didn't happen, jaeyun-ah?"

jaeyun took a deep breath, "i won't... i promise."

we already know what jaeyun is. a liar. and now, a coward, too.

it's been a week since he left jongseong's house without a word. it's been a week since he ignored jongseong's messages and calls. it's been a week since he cancelled everything that involved jongseong.

jongseong eventually stopped trying to contact him. after sending at least fifty messages and calling jaeyun for a hundred times, he stopped. and jaeyun didn't have any right to feel sad about it, but he did. he wished jongseong wouldn't stop trying because that meant the older was moving on. and jaeyun did not want that.

jaeyun was complicated, and jongseong always knew that. jaeyun had commitment issues and jongseong knew that too. if jongseong listened to his brain instead of his heart and dick, he wouldn't end up in this situation. he wouldn't end up crying his eyes out with a few bottles of soju. 

he didn't say a word about his sudden depression to his friends. jongseong just couldn't tell them he broke his own heart when he let his desires take over the control. he couldn't tell them anything about that night.

at least, not sober.

"i'm just so fucking dumb, sunoo-yah."

he was drunk as hell. sunoo found him sitting on the kitchen floor after he unannouncedly visited jongseong.

the older was already drunk, but he still wanted to drink more, "i'll be taking these, you're already wasted." sunoo got up with the half empty soju bottle in his hands, "do you have any left?"

"in the fridge, why?" 

sunoo didn't answer, he opened all of them and poured everything out to the sink.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" the older was sobbing into his hands when he saw what sunoo just did.

"hyung, respectfully, alcohol will just ruin it more."

"that's–" he sobbed, "that's not true!"

the younger sat down next to him and as much as he dislikes skinship, his friend was crying a literal river out of his eyes, so he hugged him, tight, and whispered, "you don't have to tell me what or who broke your fragile heart, just let me help you. i'm here, we're all here for you." that only made jongseong cry harder and louder and even though sunoo didn't say it, his heart broke into pieces. 

with a shakily voice, he continued, "do you want to talk about what happened?" jongseong just nodded, "you don't have to, if you're not ready. you don't have to if it's something personal. it doesn't have to be me, but please, when you're ready, talk to someone about it, because–"

"i'm in love with sim jaeyun and he doesn't and it breaks my heart."

sunoo just hummed. he wasn't surprised at all. sunoo and basically everyone with working eyes could see this was coming.

and also, he and sunghoon didn't really have any couple time for themselves since his boyfriend was trying his hardest to cheer jaeyun up. but the difference between jongseong and jaeyun, the latter did not choose alcohol, he isolated himself in his room, stopped eating and drinking properly and slept all day.

"what makes you think that, hyung?"

"i know i just should shut up because i bet you don't care and i will be embarrassed later but we had mind-blowing sex and–" he was sobbing, again, and sunoo's heart was breaking for him, "he made my fucking bed after. h-he changed the sheets. he cleaned everything. he washed my hair and back in the shower and he let me wash his. and i nearly lost my shit when he brushed my teeth because i was too tired to do it." jongseong just sighed, "he left in the morning after promising me he won't."

sunoo smiled to himself, "that's so jaeyun."

"we talked for a while and then he fell asleep on my chest. i listened to his little snores and his breathing and the next thing i know, the next morning i cried because he left. why did he do that?"

sunoo sighed, "talk to him, hyung."

"i tried calling and texting him. he ignored me. it hurts so much."

the younger shook his head, "no, i mean, go to his apartment."

"you know that is out of my boundaries."

"sometimes you have to step out of them." jongseong just hummed, he was right. "jaeyun is complicated, only because he's scared of being happy. he's scared of fucking everything up. but that doesn't mean he's a bad person, hyung." sunoo faced with jongseong and said, "and you're not a bad person for having feelings, either."

jongseong thought about going to face with jaeyun for a while, but now that he's in front of jaeyun's apartment door, he wants to turn back and go home, cry about it and move on, because if jaeyun wanted, he would.

but because he wants it too, he's not going to back up. i'm not a coward.

he talked to sunghoon about jaeyun a week later after sunoo found him in the kitchen having a mental breakdown. it wasn't an easy conversation to have, it was hard to talk about anything and everything. sunghoon can be annoying and a loud brat, but he also can be understanding and his problem fixing skills aren't even that bad, either. 

that's why he was staring at the spare key in his hands that sunghoon lend him. i'm going to sunoo's on friday, and you're going to fix whatever needs to be fixed, that's what his best friend told him on monday.

and since it was friday, jongseong, with a deep breath, he opened the door, stepped inside, closed it, he left his shoes at the entrance, he placed jaeyun's favorite takeout on the dining table, he put the flowers he got for jaeyun in a vase and watered them, and he knocked on the younger's room, waiting for an invitation.

"sunghoon, go away, i'm sleeping." 

it took everything in jongseong to not cry, the last time he heard jaeyun's voice was more than three weeks ago (not that he was counting the days, definitely not). all he could do was waiting and knocking again.

"i'm busy, hoon." jaeyun answered.

jongseong knocked on the door again, waiting for an answer.

"sunghoon i told you–"

the black haired boy opened the door, "hi." jongseong said.

jaeyun looked like he hasn't showered three days ago. his hair was a mess, puffy eyes and pale skin. still, jongseong thought he was perfect that way.

"what the fuck!" he slammed the door on the older, "jay-ah, you can't see me like that."

"open the door for me, please?" he met with silence. "i won't leave 'til we talk." 

"i look like shit." the boy behind the door answered.

"you don't. come out."

"do i really have to?" jaeyun whined.

"yes, jake, you have to."

for a good while it was quiet again. jaeyun was sitting on the floor, back against the door, jongseong did the same.

jongseong got bored of waiting and said, "i got you food."

"what kind of food?"

"steak, tteokbokki, pasta, uh, i literally bought anything that looked good." jongseong admitted.

another round of silence. it was kind of hard for jongseong to wait for jaeyun, but he knew he'll eventually open the door.

a minute became two and two became five and five minutes were suddenly ten, without saying a word to each other. not that jongseong was counting again, definitely not.

"jay?"

"jake?" the older got up and fixed his clothes because he had a feeling that jaeyun will open it.

and he was right. jaeyun opened the door and he was there. jongseong fought with the urge to reach out and hug him.

"can we talk?" jongseong asked.

"yeah, uh, come in."

the realization hit jongseong instantly. that's the first time he has ever seen jaeyun's room. and they've been friends for three years.

it was neat. jaeyun had candles here and there, but jongseong was pretty sure the younger don't really use them, it's for the aesthetic. the interior was white and grey. pictures on the wall, mostly sunghoon and sunoo. and his dog. jaeyun had a dog? 

"your room is really nice." jongseong was still looking around, "what's your dog's name?"

when jongseong looked at him, he was smiling, "her name is layla."

"layla, sweet."

jongseong finished going through the pictures and sat down next to jaeyun who was patiently waiting for him.

"care to explain?" jongseong sounded hurt, jaeyun thought.

jaeyun couldn't look him in the eye, "i'm sorry."

"for what? for promising me you won't leave again, for treating me differently through these years we've been friends or for always coming to me when you need me?"

jaeyun was close to crying, but he wasn't blaming jongseong, it was all him. "for everything, really."

"i remember the night you and daeho broke up. you came to me, you kissed me, and then you said, forget about it, and you left." jongseong started walking around in the room, "i tried to forget about it, you know." he got teary eyed, but continued anyway, "and later on when we had a party at my house, you showed up, looking like a hot mess, you asked me to kiss you because you wanted to forget, on my balcony again, and i did, i kissed you, and–"

"jay, i'm so–"

"i tried to forget about how fucked up you looked and how much i wanted to take care of you." jongseong sighed, he was trying to calm himself down, "i tried to forget how beautiful your eyes were after you cried your way to my house." 

the younger was sobbing now, "j-jay..."

"before you kissed me i didn't feel this way about you. you were a friend i thought was so funny, a person i could talk in english with. a person i would like to get to know more." he sat down, again, "ask it. ask what changed."

jaeyun was fighting with his tears, and jongseong wanted nothing but wiping it off with his thumb, but he didn't.

"w-what changed?" he sniffed, "how do you feel about me?"

"i'm in love with you, sim jaeyun. and you can't be on and off in my life, it kills me."

tears were flowing down on jaeyun's face and jongseong thought he was perfect like that.

"i don't do hookups, jake. i haven't had a relationship since the kiss." he was whispering, "the moment it happened, you took a piece of my heart and haven't returned since."

"jay... please–"

"what happened with you and daeho?"

a question jaeyun didn't want to answer, but he knew it was fair if he did.

not a single person knows what he and daeho had and why they don't have it anymore. jaeyun didn't tell a soul. we broke up, things never last, anyway, all jaeyun had said about it. everyone knew it was a huge lie, because since that day, the lively, outgoing, energetic, optimistic, talkative jaeyun got locked up in jaeyun's own prison. he was still there, sometimes, tho.

"what does that have to do with–"

jongseong cut him off and said, "just answer the question."

"fuck, okay."

that was the first time jaeyun has ever told anyone how daeho destroyed everything for him. how daeho said jaeyun was just an exploration for him, that he tried to figure out if he was into guys, because jaeyun was the first one he found at the bar.

jaeyun was talking about how daeho admitted he cheated on him with not one, not two but multiple people, mainly women. 

daeho stopped inviting him anywhere after the few first months of dating, he didn't take out on dates, never said i love you or i missed you, only chased his own pleasure after a few months into their relationship. jaeyun explained, while he fought with his tears, that daeho was his first time and it was awful. daeho made him things that he didn't want to do. 

"... and he said i have to stay away from you."

"excuse me?"

"h-he said, we had something going on and if i don't cut you off, that meant i was cheating on him."

"so you decided to ignore me."

"yeah. not my proudest moment. i'm sorry." jaeyun felt so embarrassed, "the first months were amazing, and he made me fall in love with him, and i fell too hard, it was too late."

jongseong put his hand on jaeyun's, and said, "i wish i broke his jaw at the party, he deserves it so bad." 

that made the younger laugh a little, "yeah, totally. an absolute asshole."

jaeyun interlocked their fingers, and it felt nice. the last time he felt jongseong this close was in the morning, before he left.

"you don't have to reciprocate my feelings," the older broke the comforting silence, "i just wanted to tell you how i feel."

for a little, it was quiet, not awkward, not empty, but comforting.

"jay?" jaeyun said his name out of the blue.

"what's wrong?"

the younger took a deep breath, "the reason i went to your place when we broke up is–" he bit his lips, "i wanted to prove myself that whatever daeho said wasn't true."

"but you ended up proving his point." jongseong said and they both smiled at that. "not once but two times."

jaeyun hugged the boy sitting next to him. crawled close and inhaled the sweet yet so dominant scent of jongseong, and he realized how much he missed it. how much he missed jongseong.

"i think i am in love with you, too." jaeyun whispered to his ear, and suddenly, jongseong's world stopped, the room was spinning, and in no time, he was on jaeyun's lips.

it should feel gross. jaeyun can't remember when was the last time he had a shower, probably days ago, he rotted in his bed for a good time and the last time he has seen a toothbrush was last night, and it was 4pm. 

it should feel gross, but it didn't.

it felt wonderful. it was an out of world experience, that's what jongseong would tell if you asked him about it. he would tell the butterflies in his stomach were alive again and they were flying around. he would tell his heart was racing so hard he was afraid it'll skip a beat.

what would jaeyun's answer be if you've asked him the same question?

he would say, jongseong tastes like nothing but home. his lips are chapped a little but it doesn't matter, jaeyun haven't felt this euphoric in weeks. hell, he has never experienced this before. jaeyun would tell you he wanted to be with this man for the rest of his life.

"i'm afraid." the first thing the younger had to say after their making out session.

jongseong fixed jaeyun's hair, "of what?"

"of fucking up."

he's so beautiful, i'm going to die, jongseong thought, "if you fuck up something, we'll fix it."

"what if we can't?"

"that's not an option."

"what if i do something that'll make you hate me, jongseong?"

it was still foreign to hear jongseong instead of jay from jaeyun's mouth, but he wasn't complaining. it felt real. they are real.

"what if i accidentally break your dick while riding you?" jaeyun's poker face quickly betrayed him, he started giggling, "don't laugh! it's serious."

"wouldn't really mind, as long as you feel good."

jaeyun hit him lightly in the shoulder, "you're such a simp, bro."

"don't bro me after you confessed your undying love for me!" jongseong sulked visibly and it melt jaeyun's heart.

"what would my jongseongie like?" jongseong's heart officially stopped functioning after jaeyun referred him as his, "baby, sweetheart, oreo with double cream-"

"what the fuck?"

"what, you don't like it?"

jongseong pushed him onto the sheets and crawled top of him, "majesty?" jaeyun couldn't stop teasing him.

"is it too late to back out? i think i changed my mind."

jaeyun just rolled his eyes, "you can't. you said we'll fix."

jongseong couldn't help but kiss the beautiful (and annoying) boy under him. if that's the only way to shut him up, then he'll gladly do it.

"take a shower, you stink." jongseong kissed him for the last time before he had got off from the younger. 

"will you undress me, sir?" jaeyun smirked. 

jongseong just laughed, "i'll be in the kitchen."

jaeyun took his sweet time cleaning off the depression he had for 3 weeks straight, shaved what needed to be shaved, just in case, he was a man with needs, and he was dick deprived, after all. he washed his hair too, and applied body lotion, so his skin remains smooth the whole day.

it's not like jaeyun was expecting jongseong to sleep with him, they still have so much to talk about. but if it happens, it happens, and jaeyun wants to be prepared for that.

jaeyun exited the bathroom with a t-shirt that looked decent and shorts on, "jesus, you got me flowers?!" 

"it wasn't jesus, it was me, hope you don't mind." the older joked from the kitchen. he was cutting freaking strawberries into hearts for jaeyun.

"what the– are you– these," jaeyun pointed at the strawberries, "these are for me?"

jaeyun was standing awkwardly next to jongseong, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. he wanted to hug him from behind and rest his chin on jongseong's shoulder but at the same time he didn't want to invalidate his privac, so he chose to awkwardly stand there, instead.

"no, it's for sunghoon–" jongseong finished making them, "of course it's for you." 

"i-i don't deserve it."

jongseong just feed him instead, "do you like them? is the taste okay?" jaeyun just nodded, "good, i told the worker at the store to pick out the most beautiful ones."

"i still don't deserve them, jay."

since jongseong didn't like the younger's response, he fed him again.

"i've brought you carbonara and i heated it up on the stove."

they comfortably sat down to the dining table. jongseong turned on some music from his phone, from playlist named sweet like honey. while jaeyun had his beloved carbonara (from his favorite restaurant, by the way), jongseong got some steak and mashed potatoes for himself. 

"woah, this is–" jaeyun savored the meal, "how did you know i was craving this?

jongseong giggled, jaeyun was so cute, "i can read your mind."

"really, then, what am i thinking of currently?" 

the older smugly said, "me."

jongseong meant it as a joke. but then jaeyun got quiet and the mood shifted.

"i haven't stop thinking about you, actually" jaeyun confessed shyly.

silence took the room again, meals long forgotten after a few bites. jaeyun was staring at everywhere but jongseong, while jongseong only stared at him.

"then why did you leave?" jongseong whispered, "you promised me."

"i'm sorry."

"stop saying that, give me an explanation."

jaeyun was lucky the older boy was patient with him, since nobody else would sit there, silently, for minutes, waiting for a person to start talking. daeho would've left already.

he collected his thoughts, and started speaking.

"i was afraid– no, i am afraid." jongseong didn't interrupt him, even though it was hard to not rush him, but he waited, patiently for the younger. "i'm afraid of the person i can be. i ruined my relationship with daeho and now–"

"you didn't ruin anything with that asshole, you were too good for him." jongseong tried his best to not cut jaeyun's words, but he couldn't, hearing daeho's name was just, too much, "he was the dumbest motherfucker on earth to let go of a person like you, jake. he ruined you. not the other way around."

the atmosphere was quiet again, but jongseong waited. he'd wait for jaeyun for eternity.

"when i think rationally, i know it wasn't me who fucked up things between us." jaeyun started speaking again after taking a deep breath, "but a voice, something in me tells me, it's all my fault. but i know it isn't... i don't know. it doesn't matter. the only thing i know is that i don't deserve you."

jongseong grabbed jaeyun's hand on the table, "look at me," he still didn't, "jaeyun-ah, look at me." 

the sudden mention of his name made him look up, his eyes met with jongseong's.

"i want this. i want you. i want us to work. now i would like to know what do you want."

without hesitation, the younger said, "i want it as much as you do."

they ended up talking about anything and everything, school, their friend circle, previous non-existent love interests and crushes, just life, in general. jongseong mentioned he discovered his raging crush on jungwon a few days before jaeyun ran to jongseong's house just to kiss and leave him after, and it fucked up with jongseong real bad.

jaeyun apologized, but jongseong reassured him that the universe wanted them together, or some shit, so it didn't matter, they'd end up together, anyway. jaeyun just laughed, because they did end up together after all.

they switched positions from the dining table to the living room couch, with the strawberry hearts and with the spicy rose tteokbokki jongseong bought last minute.

jongseong on the couch, jaeyun on jongseong's lap. the younger was feeding jongseong with both strawberry and tteokbokki at the same time, causing a taste battle in the latter's mouth, but jaeyun was too cute like that, he decided to keep it to himself. he was also slowly dozing off, jaeyun's other hand was playing with his hair and it felt too good to not fall asleep.

"are you really going to sleep like that?" jaeyun asked when he noticed the older's eyes were shut.

"mhm." 

"let's go to my room," jaeyun got up and jongseong already missed his human heater, "c'mon."

the older groaned, "do i really have to...?"

"you don't have to, but i'm going."

eventually the older gave in, got up to his feet, clinging to jaeyun like a koala, eyes half shut. they landed on the bed, jaeyun top of jongseong. they got comfortable, jaeyun's head in the crook of jongseong's neck. the younger heard the little noises jongseong made while he was trying to fall asleep, and it was sweet, it was cute, but jaeyun was bored.

he started placing little kisses on jongseong's neck that seemed innocent and the older didn't even think too much about it. from little innocent kisses to passionate bites real quick. jaeyun was sucking the skin there, like he had a mission named mark jongseong like he was yours. except, he was.

didn't take long for jongseong to realize what was happening. still, he felt like sleeping, but the problem in his jeans started to feel uncomfortable.

"isn't it too early for this?" jongseong tried his best to suppress the moans that escaped his mouth, but it was so good, yet jaeyun was doing nothing.

jaeyun started to caress the little bulge jongseong already had, slowly and barely, while he was still kissing and biting and sucking the skin on his neck, it sent goosebumps to jongseong's skin.

"can i suck your dick, hyung?"

"oh my fucking god–" jongseong definitely didn't think he'd once develop a full raging hard on after he got called hyung, but he did. he fucking did.

"you don't even have to do anything, lay there and be pretty for me, jongseong hyung." jaeyun pecked the older's lips, "so, can i?" his voice was sweet but the flith he was talking drove jongseong to the edge.

"yeah, baby," he bit his lips, "you can."

jaeyun started to unbotton his jeans, slowly, just to tease jongseong a little more, but he got impatient, anyway. both jeans and the underwear jongseong was wearing got on the floor in no time.

"fuck, i forgot you have a fucking freak in your pants." jaeyun licked the precum off the older's dick, "you taste so good."

"my mom got me mangos and pineapples lately, so–" jaeyun deepthroated him in one go and jongseong couldn't keep it cool, he nearly screamed how good it felt, "take it slow, i nearly died."

of course, he didn't listen, he just quickened his movements, gagging a little each and every time jongseong's dick hit the back of his throat. his jaw was in pain, since jongseong was large in every possible way. but it didn't matter, he was committed to give the best blowjob jongseong has ever received.

"you like when your mouth is full, don't you?" jaeyun lightly moaned on his dick from the... praise? degradation? who knows, "you're a wet dream come true, fuck, wish you could see yourself." 

with a pop, jaeyun separated himself off from jongseong, "record me, then?" jaeyun tilted his head and he looked so insane, he was driving jongseong to nearly insanity.

a few seconds was very needed for jongseong to process what the fuck he just heard, "are you fucking serious right now?" but he said, eventually.

"record it with flash on, it'll look better." and jaeyun even had the audacity to wink before he continued where he stopped.

he grabbed his phone that was laying in the bed next to him, probably jaeyun put there when he had got rid of the unnecessary clothing.

without any shame, jongseong murmured a 'i am starting the recording', and pressed the button. he can't believe he'll have a video of the sim jaeyun sucking him off like the rent was due.

but it was real. more than real. 

the other hand was playing with jaeyun's hair, or he caressed jaeyun's face softly, praising him or degrading him, either way, the boy on his dick ends up moaning, he might have an oral fixation, jongseong thought. and it was so damn hot.

jongseong's low groans were suddenly breathy moans, his thighs and hands were shaking. jaeyun knew, obviously, from the older's body that he was close, so he played with jongseong's balls. his movements became slow and sloppy, licking the veins on jongseong's erected length, he sucked on the tip 'til jongseong was at his limit.

"i'm close, baby–" even jongseong got surprised how low his voice sounded, "fuck, you're perfect, exactly like that."

jaeyun didn't stop, jaeyun didn't quicken the way he was licking and sucking and he didn't slow down, neither, he did what the older told him, do exactly like that. with a loud and strangled moan, the older came, into jaeyun's mouth, a generous amount, it got on jaeyun's cheeks, too. he swallowed and savoured every drop of cum, like it was jaeyun's last meal on earth.

after jongseong came down from his high, he ended the video, tossed the phone away and he grabbed the younger by the nape, hurriedly, and kissed him. jongseong could feel himself on jaeyun's lips, but damn, it tasted so good.

they parted ways, "you're gonna be the death of me one day, you know that, right?" jongseong said.

jaeyun just giggled like a high schooler who saw his hallway crush, and the older found him so endearing. jongseong couldn't help, he had to kiss him again or else he won't be able to move on with his day.

"take this off." jongseong played with the hem of jaeyun's pants.

jaeyun hurriedly got out of the pants he had on, and sat on jongseong's lap. the latter put his hands on jaeyun's length, playing with the tip before jerking him off. head thrown back at the sudden sensation, jaeyun had to bite his lips because everything felt so good, he was too hard for too long.

head buried in the older's neck, "i-i don't think i'm gonna last long, if you– fuck" jaeyun barely murmured, "if you keep doing that."

jongseong wasn't doing anything rocket science, actually. it was just jaeyun who went to the edge just by giving head.

jaeyun whined and bit down on jongseong's exposed collarbones – fuck him for wearing revealing clothes and being sexy af, jaeyun thought – when jongseong just stroked him in the right way.

"wait! don't come yet." jongseong hurriedly said after he noticed how close jaeyun was.

he stopped his movements and jaeyun whined, "why?" jongseong started unbottoning his black blouse, "what a view, i don't even mind stopping."

"we're going out later and i don't want your stuff on my shirt, i don't love you that much."

jaeyun had multiple thoughts, we're going out? why? where? is it a date? what do you mean that much? so you love me? for real?

"jake?"

the older saw jaeyun having an inner mental breakdown and he thought he said something bad, but then the boy in his laps started smiling like a fool.

"where are we going?" jaeyun asked, with that huge grin on his face. oh, jongseong wanted to make him smile for the rest of their lives.

"anywhere you want." jongseong kissed him on the lips, while his hand started working again.

jaeyun became a moaning mess quickly, bucking his hips into jongseong's fist, wanting to release these weeks so bad. the older was kissing down on jaeyun's jaw and neck, just very lightly, to rile him up. 

"i'm– fuck," that's all jaeyun could say (whine) before coming. jongseong didn't stop stroking him until the boy in his lap hissed with oversensitivity.

jongseong's hand was sticky, covered in cum. he put three of his fingers to the younger's lips, "lick it clean."

within a half second, jaeyun opened his mouth and took in what his hyung gave him. he licked and sucked it for a while, then the older pulled out, because the sight of jaeyun with his mouth full, was something jongseong could develop another boner in no time and they had different plans.

jongseong wished others would see this side of jaeyun, too.

the jaeyun, who helped him putting on the clothes they had removed earlier. the jaeyun, who told jongseong to lay down, he will button up his blouse. the jaeyun, who fixed the pillows under jongseong's head, so it won't be uncomfortable. the jaeyun, who got up after he had put on his own clothes too, and asked, do you need anything from the kitchen?, and even though jongseong said he doesn't, jaeyun still got him lime and lemon flavored sparkling water and a bubblegum, just in case. the jaeyun, who turned on the fan and put it next to jongseong, because he knew the older can't handle heat well, even thought he couldn't, either. the jaeyun, who laid his head down on jongseong's chest, grabbed his phone and opened camera just to take a picture of them like that. the jaeyun, who put the picture that came out the best as his lockscreen, and who was giggling like a little teenager girl.

and jongseong was so, so gone.

after a short period of time, they finished their making out session. they rested for a while, jongseong played with jaeyun's hair (that's going to be his favorite free time activity for a while now), while jaeyun was smelling jongseong's smell. soon they decided it was time to go out, so jaeyun put some makeup on, fixed jongseong's too, that was barely on his face anymore. hand in hand, they exited the apartment and went to the closest ice cream shop they could find, since jaeyun was craving ice cream so bad.

"the sunset is so pretty!" jaeyun said and took his phone out to take a picture.

while he was looking at the sunset, jongseong was looking at him.

"yeah, it's really pretty."

they ended up taking a bunch of pictures, together, too. of the sky, jaeyun of jongseong and vice versa, and a sweet woman in her mid thirties saw them having a hard time setting the camera and posing for it at the same time, so she offered to take a few for them. the two thanked her after.

when they got bored of their phones, the lovebirds went to the shop, asked for their craved ice creams and sat down there at one of the tables. it was more like a cafe, actually, and it wasn't crowded. jaeyun doesn't like crowded places, so it was all perfect.

jaeyun tried his hardest to fight with his thoughts but he still ended up covering jongseong's nose and cheeks with his ice cream. it worth it. jongseong complained, what was the purpose of fixing my makeup, but jaeyun knew it was all an act, and jongseong wasn't annoyed with him.

"pose for the camera, jay-ah!" the younger laughed when he pressed on the click button.

jongseong whined like a baby, "was it necessary?"

"yeah, it was, actually."

the older just rolled his eyes at that, "hurry up, your ice cream is melting."

"like your heart when you look at me." jaeyun just giggled sassily.

"i–" jongseong was nearly blushing because he wasn't expecting that kind of answer at all, "just– eat it before i do!"

and their evening went like that, bickering over anything and everything. they quickly finished at the cafe, they walked around jaeyun's neighborhood. the conversation was ongoing, jongseong asking questions like,

what did you want to be when you were a child; what was your favorite color back then and now; do you prefer sweet or savory; spicy or not; cats or dogs, knowing well jaeyun owned a dog, and so on.

jaeyun answered every one of them,

a pilot, probably? i don't really remember, i just liked planes when i was little; favorite color? blue! now i prefer black and ivory; both is an option? i like both; i don't think i can handle spicy food well but i do love it!; you'd think i would say i prefer dogs but i actually love cats and dogs equally. 

every answer jongseong received was so unique, so jaeyun, and he might fell for him even more. 

"i can't feel my legs!" the younger whined.

"it's kind of ironic, i carry you on my back and you can't feel your legs?" 

the pair got back from their little date not a while ago, after jaeyun felt drained. he's an introvert, after all, and jongseong didn't blame him for it. how could he, jaeyun was adorable.

"no, i don't think it is!" jongseong was about to put him down, "no! take me to the bathroom, please!"

"what am i, your driver?"

"you're my soon going-to-be boyfriend, so, well, kind of, yes you are."

the older just blushed because he did not expect jaeyun to refer him like that. but he loved the idea very much.

jongseong went to the kitchen first, putting down their pastry from the bakery they had stopped at, jaeyun wanted it so bad, so jongseong insisted he'll pay for anything jaeyun wanted. of course, jaeyun denied, but at the end, jongseong shut him up with a kiss, yes, in front of the cashier, if you were wondering. the cashier was a socially awkward teenager boy who have never seen two people of the same gender kissing, so he was a little flabbergasted.

they stopped at jaeyun's room for clothes before entering the bathroom. jaeyun lend his most comfortable shirt and a pair of shorts for jongseong, second most comfortable shirt and shorts for himself too. jaeyun was still on jongseong's back, because as much as the older was complaining about back pain, he didn't exactly want to put jaeyun down.

but he had to, it was time to take a refreshing shower.

it was everything but refreshing.

no, don't take it in the wrong way, it was summer and they both liked cold showers, so it wasn't that.

and it was not a problem, but more like a, problem. if you know what i mean.

it wasn't refreshing, it was seducing. hands and mouths on each other, bathroom full of filthy noises, and they wished sunghoon didn't decide to ditch sunoo and come home right now.

it was the hardest task to not fuck jaeyun in the shower jongseong has ever faced with, but he decided to wait 'til they got to the bedroom.

and it was worth the wait. 

jaeyun was moaning as jongseong was kissing his naked body. he was already leaking with precum yet jongseong wasn't even touching him there. just kissing. he felt too embarrassed how loud he was, so he covered his mouth.

"don't." jongseong immediately noticed the silence, and it felt weird, since jaeyun was vocally blessed in bed, "i just love the way you sound." he bit down on the younger's collarbone. 

"can't you just fuck me already, hyung?"

fuck, jongseong and his newly discovered hyung kink, "should i?"

"yeah, my hole literally has a shape for your dick to take."

jongseong laughed, "well, that's something nobody ever said to me."

"it's not like you've ever had so much experience." jaeyun teased.

"i still have the option to get my shit together and walk out, you know," jaeyun wholeheartedly laughed, "and i'll leave with that chocolate croissant you wanted so badly."

"you won't. you're sex deprived."

jongseong scoffed, "please, i even could fuck heeseung."

"you definitely couldn't. he'd fuck you in the ass." the younger grabbed jongseong's hair and pulled on it, a little, "and don't talk about other men when i'm literally here."

"ouch! for what?"

"for not curing your disease. you're slow." jaeyun complained. well, it was more like whining because jongseong hadn't stopped abusing his skin with his teeth, but whatever.

jongseong, more confused than ever, "and what exactly my disease is...?"

"it's called, being in love with the one and only sim jaeyun." he hissed when jongseong's hand started playing with his length, "f-fuck– many suffer with it, yet, only one has the cure."

"yeah? who is it, pretty?"

jaeyun moaned, not at the pleasing sensation but at the nickname, "it's park jongseong." his mind was all over the place, "he can use me, he can fill me up good."

jongseong was nearly losing it, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

he stopped stroking jaeyun and reached for the lube that was standing on the bedside table. he has no idea when did jaeyun put it there, but he made it clear he wanted it raw. still, jongseong asked, "what about–"

"it's in one of the drawers but i don't think we need it." jaeyun bit his lips when he felt two fingers covered with lube at his entrance, "are you clean, right?"

jongseong nodded, "yeah, i am." i stopped hooking up with random strangers after you kissed me for the first time, but jongseong decided to not say that out loud, "you?"

"same, daeho's the only one i've been with." jongseong's jaw dropped to the floor, "what?" he giggled, "is it that hard to believe?"

"yes, actually. how did you survive those months without getting laid?"

jongseong barely pushed one finger in, jaeyun threw his head back, "fuck, i have no clue."

when the older got sure jaeyun is used to one, he added another, opening him up properly. jaeyun, of course, was moaning, whining and hissing at the way jongseong was rubbing his insides.

jaeyun missed jongseong's fingers, because his own didn't do justice whenever he tried to get off that way. he also missed the way jongseong's warm and thick and long dick left bruises inside of him, nothing could compare.

and he also missed jongseong, too, quite a lot. 

the kisses jongseong left on his skin while he was fingering him, felt intoxicating. he couldn't stop himself from the noises he made, not when jongseong took his sweet and precious time to work on him with now three fingers, not when jongseong rubbed him there, massaged his sweet spot over and over.

"s-stop." jaeyun hissed, he was so close to coming, "you can even fuck the living daylight out of me now."

"impatient, aren't we?" jongseong pulled out his fingers, "do you want me to make you beg for it?"

holy hell, "no, just do it already."

"what if i won't?" jongseong teased.

and oh, boy, when i tell you jaeyun was at his limit, jaeyun. was. at. his. fucking. limit. he was too horny for his own liking, he could cry, he wanted jongseong to rearrange his insides so badly, but fuck, the idea of begging? he didn't want to do it. he wished he just hated the thought of him begging for jongseong's cock, but he didn't, and that was the problem.

"cat got your tongue?" the older had the time of his life teasing the living shit out of the pretty boy laying in front of him.

"gosh, just, can't you, like, get on with it?" jaeyun inhaled deeply when he felt jongseong's wet dick at his entrance, he wanted it so bad, so, so bad, he didn't even think before he accidentally said, "please."

jongseong caressed his cheeks, "see, that wasn't hard." and then he pushed his entire length in completely.

jaeyun nearly yelped from both pain and pleasure, he wasn't expecting jongseong giving in so easily. but he did, and now he was waiting for jaeyun to relax. 

jongseong kissed his ear, whispered sweet nothings there, something like, you're doing good, so good for me, but jaeyun can't really make a difference between words, he knows only one, which is dick. the way the older's dick were pressing on his prostate without even trying to find it sent vibrations to jaeyun's body, everywhere. he eventually nodded, kissed jongseong who started moving slowly and carefully.

"you can go– fuck, harder, i won't– ah, break."

"as you wish, but don't dare to whine if it's too much."

jongseong put jaeyun's legs on his shoulder, a pillow under his hips and started fucking into jaeyun's wet and warm hole in an animalistic pace, hitting jaeyun's sweet spot that made him see stars harder and deeper with each thurst. their bodies were on fire, yet, something about it felt more intimate than their first time.

even though jongseong was fucking him like there was no tomorrow, he made sure jaeyun was alright. he would make sure that jaeyun was feeling good by asking, how do you feel, and jaeyun wouldn't say anything else, but, perfectly. 

eventually, jongseong slowed down, put jaeyun's legs down and leaned in, closing the distance between their lips while his hips were still moving. jaeyun's nails were scratching jongseong's back and he tried his best to kiss back, but it was so, so hard, jongseong was doing god's work in his hole and basically he was just drooling and whining into the older's mouth.

"i'm close, fuck, there, don't stop, jesus christ." jaeyun couldn't keep his mouth shut, not even for a second, but jongseong found him the hottest like that.

"can you come untouched, baby?"

and that's when jaeyun's phone started ringing. who the fuck was calling me right now, he thought. it was nearly 10pm.

"answer it." jongseong demanded.

"what?"

"answer the call or i'm stopping."

fuck sunghoon and his timing, it's always him, jaeyun thought before picking it up.

jaeyun spoke first, "h-hello?"

"finally, what took you so long? anyway, don't answer, i need to go home." sunghoon explained.

for at least five seconds jaeyun couldn't answer, he tried so hard to hold back both his moans and his orgasm, jongseong whispered to answer him.

"hello? are you there?" sunghoon asked after a while. 

"y-yeah, just, oh," jaeyun didn't do a good job at muting his whines, "what's up?"

it was sunghoon's turn to get silent for a few seconds, but he ansered, "uh, sunoo and me had a fight and he said..." and that's the last thing jaeyun's brain was capable of hearing and processing, because the way jongseong was fucking into him was too good, and he couldn't control himself anymore.

accidentally, jaeyun moaned and sunghoon heard it, "what the fuck?"

"mhm?" all jaeyun could come up with.

"no way i'm listening to you guys fucking!" jongseong laughed hearing his best friend's compliants. 

one time jongseong walked on sunghoon and his boyfriend doing the deed in one of his spare bedrooms, and yet, the fucking horndog he was, instead of stopping, let jongseong watch the whole thing. and no, jongseong wasn't enjoying it, if you were wondering, he didn't let the two sleep in the same room when they were over for at least a month. he was traumatized. sunghoon is his best friend while sunoo is like a baby brother for him.

"can't you please stop for a second? this is serious! sunoo wants to drop me off!" 

jongseong got the phone from jaeyun, –who was struggling to keep his eyes open due to being overwhelmed by basically edging himself– and said, "good night on the couch, sucker!" 

the call ended, phone long forgotten as jongseong was pounding into jaeyun. lips on lips, hands on each other. the younger couldn't hold it anymore, his thighs and basically his whole body was shaking, and in no time he came with a loud breathy moan and he felt his orgasm everywhere.

jongseong was about to pull out but the younger grabbed his waist, "where are you going?"

"huh...?" he pushed back in and jaeyun's eyes rolled back.

"i want your babies in me."

jongseong laughed, "please, never say that again."

they giggled together for a little, then jongseong shut jaeyun up with a little kiss. the latter couldn't keep up with jongseong's tongue in his mouth and jongseong's monster up in his ass, he was hissing and he got teary eyed, jongseong hit his prostate with every thrust and it was more than his body could take, yet, it was an otherworldly experience, fuck, i might have an overstimulation kink, jaeyun thought.

they worked well, jongseong needed more time to reach his limit while jaeyun enjoyed having multiple orgasms, so it was a win-win situation.

"touch me, hyung." jaeyun whined.

fuck, jongseong was a weak man with his embarrassing hyung kink. he started jerking him off, syncing with the way he was rocking his hips in and out. 

jongseong came intensely into jaeyun's hole, breathing heavily, and that was enough for jaeyun to experience his second orgasm of the night, and it fent even better than the first one. eventually jongseong pulled out and collapsed on top of the boy under him, rested his head in the crook of jaeyun's neck.

before he could've fallen asleep, jongseong got up and left with no words to the bathroom and returned back with a wet towel. he cleaned off jaeyun's stomach and hole with it, also himself, because one thing didn't change within three weeks, jaeyun does come a lot, so it got on him as well.

after their cuddling session ended, jaeyun sat up, "we need to take a shower, i feel disgusting." 

"together?" jongseong winked at him.

"no, i'm going alone and you're not allowed to join me." the younger gathered his stuff, "got it?"

"yeah, yeah, got it." jongseong rolled his eyes. he will definitely join him if he didn't lock himself in the shower.

and jaeyun didn't. he was a hypocrite, he actually wanted jongseong to come after him, so he did, with a bottle of lube –because he didn't know they even stored lube in the bathroom, but they did, by the way. the older had to carry jaeyun in his arms, bridal style, back to his bedroom after they finished showering (having another rounds of sex), because jaeyun's knees were giving out.

jongseong wanted to spoon jaeyun who already got comfortable on the bed, but the younger rejected him.

"what?" he asked in confusion.

"you're such a dick, my insides hurt." jaeyun sulked and it was the most adorable thing jongseong has ever seen.

"it's not like you weren't chanting more more more and there, don't stop, oh my gosh in the shower." he mimicked the way jaeyun said (whined) earlier.

jaeyun just rolled his eyes, "whatever."

"baby, let me make it up to you." 

jaeyun was a weak man too. he let jongseong kiss him with nothing but love and adoration, he let jongseong pulling him closer, he let jongseong resting his hands on his waist while they were kissing. after they run out of breath, the younger cuddled as close as he could to jongseong.

"i thought you were–"

jaeyun didn't let him finish whatever he wanted, "be my boyfriend." jaeyun stared into jongseong's sweet brown eyes, "will you be my boyfriend, park jongseong?"

it caught jongseong off guard for sure. he wasn't expecting jaeyun saying that, yet, he answered without a second thought, "fuck, okay... i will." 

it was worth the wait, jongseong thought. it was worth the fucking wait. 

BONUS

"sun, should i check on jongseong or jaeyun?" sunghoon asked his boyfriend who was doing the dishes in his kitchen.

"why?" sunoo simply asked. sunghoon thought he still sounded sulky.

they had a little fight over... well, the most ridiculous thing ever. mint choco. it wasn't even a fight, but the younger ended up sulking.

"neither of them texted yet and it's already 10."

sunghoon was walking back and forth in the tiny living space of sunoo's, and it annoyed the shit out of sunoo.

"they're probably busy... with each other." 

for a while, sunoo thought his silly boyfriend dropped the thought. he finished cleaning up after sunghoon who cooked them dinner, and sat down next to the older on the couch, still keeping the distance. his boyfriend, did not like that, so he kissed sunoo's cheek, said, i'm sorry my love, i'll try to love that damned toothpaste chocolate for you.

"do you want to watch any–" sunoo wanted to ask what movie should he put on,

but sunghoon spoke at the same time as him, "jongseong's not answering my texts. i bet he is in fucking do not disturb mode." sunghoon was too in his head but he realized he cut his boyfriend off, "sorry baby, what were you saying?"

"i was asking if you wanted to watch anything on netflix. but you're clearly busy." sunoo just rolled his eyes, "have you tried to call jake hyung?"

sunghoon was about to nod, then he realized, "what the fuck, babe, you're a genius!"

"thank you...?" he wasn't sure why his boyfriend didn't start with his, since it was common knowledge that jaeyun was the only one who always picked up calls. whenever they go out, it's always jaeyun you should call. 

"h-hello?" jaeyun finally picked up, sunghoon thought. but he sounded so off.

"finally, what took you so long?" he started speaking too, "anyway, don't answer, i need to go home." sunoo looked at him suddenly, because what the fuck do you mean you have to go home? he was so confused and he didn't want his boyfriend to go home.

no answer. what the, why is he acting so odd?

"hello? are you there?" sunghoon asked.

"y-yeah, just, oh," sunghoon totally oblivious what was going on, yet his boyfriend knew it immediately, "what's up?"

it was sunghoon's turn to get silent for a few seconds, but he answered, "uh, sunoo and me had a fight and he said i either sleep on the couch, at home or on the streets and h-he," sunoo punched his shoulder and whispered, what the hell is wrong with you, "he said i should go." sunoo figured out it was a prank easily, and it was hilarious, actually.

accidentally, jaeyun moaned and sunghoon heard it, "what the fuck?" he asked.

"mhm?" was all jaeyun could say.

"no way i'm listening to you guys fucking!" sunghoon groaned and whined. "can't you please stop for a second? this is serious! sunoo wants to drop me off!" 

"good night on the couch, sucker!" it was his friend, jongseong, who ended the call.

sunoo stared at him with confusion on his face, and he sighed, "you did this for what, exactly?" 

"i don't exactly know, i just wanted to get under jongseong's skin." sunghoon easily confessed.

"you're just one of a kind, did you know that?" sunoo just laughed. 

"i am, and that's why you're in love with me." sunghoon cuddled closer to his boyfriend and clinged to him like they were one person. in sunghoon's mind, they are.

sunoo's eyes rolled again, for the nth time, "of course, whatever helps you sleep at night."

the end