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It’s been a rough week. 

Monday starts with a bang when his morning alarm never goes off, resulting in him being late to his first meeting of the week. After a not so gentle reprimand about his tardiness— to which Jungwon grumbled silently afterwards how that was the first time he has been late, so there was no need to be on his ass about it— he clocks out for his lunch break only to find that the curry he packed had spilled into his favorite and only work bag. 

It took every ounce in him not to bash his head against the nearest wall right at that moment, because what a way to start the work week. But those incidents were merely strokes of bad luck that would ease out. Right? Monday was just an early bump on the road that would lead to a peaceful weekend. 

Except it doesn’t. 

By Tuesday morning, Jungwon notices his laundry hamper beginning to overflow. Due to his recent busy schedule it has been difficult to find spare time to lug his clothes down to the laundromat connected to his apartment, and being on the 12th floor certainly doesn’t help. But he has enough clean clothes to get him to the weekend, so it can wait. 

Until Jungwon returns home from a rather mundane day at work, ready to jump into bed when he finds a giant cockroach sitting on the center of his pristine, tucked in sheets. He nearly drops his faintly curry stained bag and passes out, but keeps his eyes trained on the unwelcome guest before blindly searching for the bug spray in the corner of his room. He hoped he would never have to use it but Sunoo had forced him to take it as a housewarming gift, gravely promising he would need it in the future. Maybe Sunoo cursed him and his apartment with that single comment. 

But after a round of panicked screaming and discovering that the nozzle on the can was faulty and wouldn’t eject anything, with a desperate swing of his work bag against the roach, the enemy has been defeated and Jungwon can rest. Except, now there is a giant, disgusting brown stain of bug guts on his sheets and bag, and he is too drained to yank off his sheets and haul them to the laundry room.

So Jungwon lugs his (hopefully) clean pillow to the couch only to remember that Riki had spilled some sticky concoction of marshmallow fluff and Pepsi onto the cushions the other weekend and he had not been able to stop the giant kid from lugging the entire thing out of his apartment with the promise to return it in brand new condition. It has been two weeks since then and frankly Jungwon doesn’t think he is going to get his couch back anytime soon or at all. 

He sighs. The floor it is, then. 

But maybe, just maybe the universe will be kinder to him after all of the bullshit that has occurred. 

On Wednesday, his air conditioning breaks down. 

On Thursday, he gets off work early but there is a scary, yelling man throwing clothes and blocking the entrance to the laundromat. 

On Friday after a long day with overtime, he decides to open the tub of expensive gelato he had been saving for a special occasion, and the first scoop he manages to dig out flings itself straight into the drain of the kitchen sink. 

By Saturday, Jungwon can’t even bring himself to be anything more than mildly disappointed when he cracks the lip of his favorite mug, or when his instant ramen spills over the pot and makes a mess on the stovetop. After one too many nights spent on the cold ground, all Jungwon and his aching back wants to do is wash his sheets so he can sleep his problems away. 

Sunday morning comes and the weather is lovely and bright. There is a gentle breeze and for once, Jungwon doesn’t stub his toe against the bathroom door. And he finally has the time and energy to head to the laundromat. His sheets are the priority so he bundles them up while avoiding touching the bug guts stain and heads towards the elevator. 

He hasn’t really met any of his neighbors since moving in a month ago with his schedule always forcing him out of the apartment early in the morning at times when most people are comfortably tucked in and sleeping. And his weekends are spent sleeping all day to recharge before the new week starts or being dragged to lunch with Sunoo and Riki. So when the elevator stops momentarily on the third floor, Jungwon steps to the side to allow the person space with a hint of nervousness. 

While he normally would love chatting with the old ladies who remind him of his grandma, he can’t really afford to get side tracked for an hour. Nor does he have the patience for a possible crying baby or an old man with no sense of personal space. 

Instead, the doors part to reveal a man close in age to him holding his own basket of laundry. His eyes widen slightly— perhaps not expecting to see someone else on the lift, Jungwon reasons— before he smiles and nods in greeting. Jungwon returns the nod and holds his breath as the doors close.

Suddenly the ride down to the first floor feels like it’s taking forever. Maybe it has to do with the way this handsome stranger keeps glancing at him. Is it obvious that he forgot to comb his hair today? Or is there some toothpaste stain on his shirt that is attracting the attention? 

Jungwon isn’t sure if he should initiate small talk. They’re clearly headed to the same destination, and he seems nice enough from the single smile they exchanged. But Jungwon decides to keep to himself, not willing to risk discovering the possibility that this guy could actually be an asshole to complement the rest of his shitty week. 

But the stranger holds the door open to the laundromat (which is thankfully void of the scary, yelling man) and Jungwon begins to feel a little guilty for not even offering a quick ‘good morning.’ But as he steps foot into the laundromat, he has a bigger problem to deal with. 

Despite having three long rows of dryers and washing machines, somehow it seems to be that almost half— if not more— of the machines are always out of service. He learned this the hard way the day he moved in, after spending two hours inserting his card into faulty machines that just beeped at him uselessly. Which means Jungwon has to cover the entire ground area to search for just one working machine. 

He sees the stranger go to the left side so Jungwon starts with the right. A quick walk up and down the aisles finds him with no luck. The second aisle as well is filled with machines in need of service or already full of clothes. He enters the third row with little hope and his fears are confirmed as the stranger finishes loading his laundry into the single available machine. He seems to feel Jungwon’s longing stare because he pauses and glances over just as Jungwon shifts his eyes to avoid coming off as a weirdo. 

He glances at the clock and sighs, brows furrowing as he estimates whether he can wait for the stranger to finish using the machine. He won’t have time; it takes a little more than a half hour for the machine to run and Riki and Sunoo had insisted on meeting for a late lunch, the latter complaining that they rarely hang out now that they all live in different cities. He loves his friends but there is no way he’ll have energy after hours of Sunoo and Riki’s shenanigans. He’ll just have to try again tomorrow. 

—

On Monday, Jungwon manages to race through his tasks and get off of work early. It’s a nice day so he chooses to take his time getting home, enjoying some fresh air for once since he’s always cooped up in his apartment or the office. There’s even a little skip in his walk as he gathers up his sheets again upon arrival and carries them to the laundry room. 

To his surprise, the stranger is there again. He’s sitting on a bench in the third aisle— waiting for his laundry, Jungwon supposes— and they exchange polite nods again when the stranger glances up. Jungwon begins the trek of searching for a usable washing machine, starting from the right side again and winds up searching the third row. There is only one available machine in the whole room again and the stranger happens to be occupying it.

32 minutes until the cycle is finished, the machine screen reads.

Jungwon curses himself. It takes 34 minutes to finish one cycle so the stranger was only two minutes ahead of him to the only operating machine. If he had just gotten home more quickly… 

He will just have to check again later. The handsome stranger seems to still have half of a basket left of laundry however. Strange. Hadn’t he done his laundry yesterday as well? 

Jungwon shrugs it off. Perhaps he had clothes piled up for weeks. He is in no position to judge others for that. 

When Jungwon checks again after a little more than one hour, giving the stranger plenty of time to finish his first and second load of laundry, the stranger is still there on the same bench, with the same amount of clothes left in his basket. But the machine is still running. 

Is he washing his clothes twice? 

It’s impeding onto Jungwon’s own schedule but he is trying to be understanding. Maybe this stranger works a job where dirt gets onto his clothes easily. He grudgingly balls up his sheets and makes his way back to the elevators, prepared to come down in an hour again. 

But to his surprise, the doors to the laundromat are locked and the lights shut off. Jungwon stares into the room befuddled until he notices the peeling vinyl on the side of the door.

Open 10 AM to 6 PM

His expression falls. It closes? Even when there aren’t any staff on duty because everything is self run? 

This is fine. Everything is fine. 

(It’s not.)

He will just have to try again tomorrow. He will get his laundry done tomorrow because his clean clothes are essentially gone. And hopefully he can avoid overtime, lest the place be closed by the time he arrives. 

— 

The next day Jungwon manages to make it home just on time, having told his manager that he had an emergency. Riki would say that is lying by omission but for Jungwon, his dirty sheets are an emergency. To him at least. What his manager doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

Jungwon swears the elevator only likes to move slowly when he’s counting the seconds. There is a little less than an hour and a half before the laundromat closes, just enough time for Jungwon to wash his sheets and dry them.

He starts with the right side again, and of course, the machines are all out of service. He finds the stranger again on the same bench in front of the only working washing machine. Again. 

He has a different basket of clothes with him this time it seems. Jungwon had not been scanning and archiving every piece of clothing the stranger had last time, but he presumes this is a new load of laundry. 

Jungwon exhales in frustration. He’s going to end up repeating yesterday's failed attempt again at this rate. It seems he was louder than intended because he sees the stranger sneaking a few glances at him. 

Oops. Jungwon spins on his heel as he gives up for the day, not wanting to seem strange for loitering despite holding his sheets in one arm. He thinks he may have heard a sound from the stranger but he choses to brush past it, chalking it up to his imagination. 

But surely, he can get his sheets done tomorrow?

—

The same excuse won’t work twice and Jungwon doesn’t want to push his luck, so he arrives home with only 40 minutes to rush up the elevator, grab his sheets, and ride back down. It won’t be enough to dry his sheets but he’ll hang his sheets up in the bathroom and stand there waving his old hair dryer around like a maniac if he has to. 

But somehow, for whatever reason, the stranger is there again. He’s doing his laundry for the third night in a row? Everyone has their own agenda and Jungwon can respect that, but he is becoming increasingly peeved that this stranger is hogging the only working machine, and happens to do so at the only time of day Jungwon is available to use it. 

He glances at the clock on the wall. 31 minutes left. He simply won’t make it in time. He sighs louder than he intends to, not caring when he can feel the stranger look at him, and leaves in a sour mood. 

The carpeted floor doesn’t feel any more welcoming than it did the first day, and the soreness in his upper back doesn’t get any better with time. It’s not like he’s sweating in his clothes but he can’t help but subconsciously sniff himself when he is in the break room.  

But… tomorrow. He will just have to try again tomorrow. 

—

It’s Wednesday. Wednesdays are always tough work days for no reason and Jungwon drags himself into the elevator to gather his sheets again for the nth time. 

Lo and behold, his favorite stranger is there again. Same bench. Same basket filled with towels this time. And he’s using the same machine, the only functioning one. Jungwon just releases a resigned sigh and doesn’t bother hiding his tiredness when the stranger glances at him before he trudges out of the laundry room.

How is it that the stranger is always there without fail even when Jungwon arrives from anywhere between an hour and a half to a half hour before the laundromat closes? 

He doesn’t want to call out sick just to do his laundry, but it’s starting to feel like his only option. It’s a rash one however. Jungwon slaps some sense back into himself. He has pushed through for this long. Another day on the floor and rewearing his slacks isn’t going to kill him, even if it feels like it will. 

Tomorrow. He will wash his sheets tomorrow.

—

Thursday. Jungwon stands outside the laundromat and glares through the glass windows. He has never been more angry at seeing a familiar side profile. Does this stranger live at the laundromat or something? Jungwon has never seen him outside of this room except for the single time they rode the elevator together. 

There’s a permanent frown on his face that he doesn’t bother hiding when the stranger turns to look at him, and Jungwon just sends him a withering stare before turning on his heel. It’s not very polite of him, but neither is hogging the only working washing machine. 

When Jungwon settles onto the familiar hard floor, he searches for nearby laundromats. The closest laundromat is ridiculously far, nearly a one hour drive away. It stays open for longer but even if he got off work at a decent time, that would mean he would have to spend two hours driving total and use two hours worth of gas just to wash his sheets. Plus the nearly two hours it would take to wash and dry his sheets would mean four hours of his day would be spent for one load of laundry. His grandma would be disappointed in him for that, he simply can’t be that wasteful. 

He would like to be more confident in believing that his sheets will be washed tomorrow, but the only thing he can count on is the likelihood that the stranger will be there as well. 

— 

It’s Friday. Everybody likes Friday. Maybe that’s too broad of a generalization. Friday means the next day is Saturday and Jungwon doesn’t have to work on Saturday so Jungwon, at least, likes Friday. 

He doesn’t know if he should even bother rushing to the laundromat, he thinks while leaning against the wall in exhaustion from the week as he bundles up his still dirtied sheets and cradles the ball of fabric against his chest. But on the way down, the elevator stops on the third floor.

The usual stranger steps in when the doors part. This means the stranger isn’t already occupying a washing machine. The washing machine could be free. That is not a mere generalization. Jungwon watches nervously as the stranger takes a glance at the panel of buttons and steps to the side when he sees the button for the first floor has already been lit up. He’s holding the same damned basket again, and Jungwon is so on edge that he doesn’t even think about making friendly conversation.

When the elevator stops on the first floor, Jungwon nearly bolts out once the doors open. He knows the location by heart and speeds towards the bench on the left side where miraculously, there isn’t any other tenant using the single working machine. He nearly rips the little door off its hinges in his haste to get his sheets and tide pods inside, and slams the door shut. Jabbing at buttons and turning nozzles, and after sliding his card that he miraculously remembered to bring to pay for the cycle (which still costs him an arm and a leg) finally, the machine rumbles to life and his sheets begin the process of being cleaned. Jungwon slumps onto the bench in relief, a triumphant smile on his lips when he looks at the stranger.

He would feel bad about the way the stranger wanders around the aisles and returns shortly, and is forced to wait for the machine to be free but a petty part of Jungwon thinks it’s deserved. 

Contrary to his expectations, the stranger doesn’t head back to his room. Instead, he takes a seat on the same bench. They’re on opposite ends with enough space to squeeze two people in between them but now Jungwon is hyper aware of his presence. 

He doesn’t really know what to say after not so subtly running to claim the machine. But the stranger stays quiet while they wait and Jungwon thanks the rumbling motor of the washing machine for filling up some of the silence. 

Thirty more minutes and he will have clean sheets which he’ll throw into the dryer and that will take around forty five minutes and soon he can lay in his clean bed and nothing can go wrong—

The machine stops rumbling. It comes to a complete stop and only silence ensues. 

What the fuck. 

Unbalanced flashes across the tiny screen in tiny green letters, along with the word locked that glares at him. 

The stranger shoots him a concerned look when Jungwon makes a squeaky noise in his throat, some contorted mixture between shock and anguish. 

There is an automated lock feature on the washing machines, as they are side loaded so opening the door before the cycle is finished would cause water to spill out onto the floor. The function makes total sense and Jungwon even appreciates it because it means strangers can’t steal his laundry if he chooses to not stick around and wait. 

Except in order for the machine to start again, he needs to adjust his laundry. By opening the door. But now that the machine refuses to run, the lock will not release and his sheets are stuck drifting in soapy water and locked beyond his reach. 

He stands up anyways and tries to tug at the handle, which unsurprisingly doesn’t budge an inch even when he plants both feet on the floor and uses all of his strength. His expression falls blank, disbelief swirling in his brain as he plops backwards onto the bench without checking where he lands. If it were any other day he would have been concerned about the likelihood of cracking his head open on the bench or floor, but even that would be better than his current situation. He lets out a heavy exhale much louder than he intended, the woosh of air blowing his bangs off his forehead.

“My life is going to end on this bench,” he says aloud.

Maybe it makes him look insane for talking aloud to no one in particular, but Jungwon couldn’t care less. Maybe it’ll ward off any strangers that hog washing machines if he does it more often. 

“Uh… rough week?” 

The stranger has been so quiet that Jungwon jumps a little at the sound of his voice. Jungwon just shoots him a tired stare. 

“Something like that,” he replies, leaving out the glaring fact that this stranger was a major part of the issue. 

 “Well… you can tell me about it if it helps.” 

Jungwon pauses and mulls over it. “Why not,” he shrugs. “If your ears are open.” 

Jungwon takes in a deep inhale before getting comfortable on the bench and spilling about his shitty week, covering everything from the cockroach to his wasted scoop of gelato. The stranger stays quiet the whole time, nodding when needed and reacting silently through facial expressions.

“…So yeah, it has been a rough week.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the stranger says with a grimace. “I’m Jake by the way.” 

“Jungwon,” he replies with a nod. 

Silence settles over them. Neither make a move to leave the laundromat, Jungwon in a stupor over his sheets and Jake staying for unknown reasons.

“So you’re sleeping on the floor again tonight?” Jake asks.

“Yep.” Jungwon’s shoulders sag. “I don’t really have much of a choice.” 

“Well,” Jake starts, “do you want to sleep with me?”

What.

“What.” Jungwon says plainly. 

“No!” Jake flails his hands around as he twists to face Jungwon properly. “I didn’t mean in like, that sort of way, just, since you don’t have a proper mattress to sleep on and I have space on my couch. I do not want to sleep with you— not that I’m repulsed by the idea, it’s the opposite actually I’d be lucky to sleep with you if you want to— wait—”

Jake stops rambling and buries his face into his hands and groans. 

“I’m just… gonna stop talking,” he mumbles. “I apologize if I made things weird.” 

Jungwon studies him, leaning his chin against his propped up knee. Jake is handsome with a nice physique, and generally kind too judging from their short interaction (minus the laundry machine hogging). It has been too long since he last had the company of something other than his right hand. Maybe Jungwon feels reckless, maybe he’s so stressed that he’s losing his mind. 

“I wouldn't mind,” he says. 

Jake’s head lifts up rapidly, eyes wide as he blinks in surprise. 

“You ‘wouldn’t mind?’” Jake awkwardly clears his throat. He glances at Jungwon nervously with a hint of hope— maybe a bit of anticipation— in his eyes. “As in…?”

“Either way. Both.” Jungwon’s voice remains unwavering. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.” 

It’s surprising even to himself how bold he is while completely sober, but Jungwon hasn’t had his head on his shoulders for more than a week now. 

“Oh.” 

Jungwon raises a brow. “Or were you just joking? I was looking forward to being bent over your couch.” 

“N-no!” Jake jumps to his feet, his surprise quickly taken over by determination and something heady. He swallows hard. “That wasn’t a joke.”

Jungwon hides his smile. 

“Then prove it.”

Jake steps forward and stretches his palm out. Jungwon takes his offered hand and allows Jake to pull him up from the bench. Like this, they stand toe to toe. Jake’s eyes linger on his lips before he squeezes Jungwon’s hand and guides him out of the laundromat, sheets be damned. 

He feels like he’s a student all over again, his days and nights sporadic and unfixed by an office job, running up the stairs in the dark with someone whose name he just learned minutes ago. The cold air brushing through his hair is hardly registered. He is already forgetting why he had been so stressed when his mind is more preoccupied with the way Jake’s hand dwarfs his own. It’s been so long since he has been properly stretched out, fucked, and ruined, and Jake is promising him exactly that. 

When Jake stops in front of his door, he can’t help but feel fidgety and impatient, almost desperate for Jake to just take him right then and there. He doesn’t need gentle and slow passion tonight, he needs something filthy, rushed, and vigorous enough to make him sore the next morning. Racing up the stairs has little to do with the way his heart pulses. 

His desperation had been for naught because as soon as the door is shut, Jake pins him against the nearest wall and slots their lips together. He kisses hungrily, caging Jungwon in and slipping his hands under his shirt before running them up his waist. Jungwon squeaks at the sudden skin to skin contact, the noise muffled but loud enough to garner Jake’s attention. He pulls away, almost reluctantly, and loosens his grip on his waist.

“Was that too fast?” Jake asks, his breath puffing against his lips. 

“No, keep going,” Jungwon orders.

Although with the clear desperation leaking into his voice, he might as well have begged for Jake to continue. He isn’t given any time to overthink it because Jake surges forward again and is back to rubbing distracting circles into his sides. 

Jungwon parts his lips immediately when Jake lightly nips at his bottom lip, moaning when their tongues slide together. Jake steps forward to close the gap between their bodies, bringing their hips flush to one another as he begins to grind against him. 

Oh.

Even through their clothes, Jungwon can feel how big Jake is. He slides his hands down his front appreciatively, caressing sturdy muscle and skin hot to the touch before slipping further down to cup his hard on. He squeezes lightly while stroking up and down, drinking in every single one of Jake’s low noises while reeling at the sensation of bruising fingers digging into his waist. Jungwon would not typically consider himself touch starved, but every brush of Jake’s hands against his skin makes blood rush to his head and leaves him craving even more. 

He grinds the heel of his palm against Jake's cock firmly while settling his other hand over one of Jake’s on his waist, running his thumb over his veiny hands and keeping it pinned in place as if Jake ever had any intention of letting go. 

Jake groans against his lips and kisses him even harder. They’ve hardly done anything yet but Jungwon is already dizzy. Jake's tongue is so wet. His lips are so plush and there is so much spit being swapped between them that Jungwon can feel it leaking out of the corners of his mouth. A bead of saliva drips down to his chin and he feels absolutely filthy in all of the best ways possible. Jake kisses him as if it were more important than breathing, and maybe in this moment it is. 

As much as kissing feels good— more than good— Jungwon came here with something else in mind. He slides his hand up Jake’s back and curls his fingers into the strands of his hair, indulges in sliding their tongues together little longer before he forcefully pulls Jake away. 

“Are you just going to kiss me?” he asks in between pants. “Or are you going to fuck me like you promised?” 

It’s embarrassing how out of breath he is but Jake looks equally riled up. Jake takes a deep breath and pulls his hands out from under his shirt. Jungwon almost wishes he hadn’t said anything because the feeling of Jake’s heat leaving his skin is almost painful, but Jake quickly plants his hands on the back of Jungwon’s thighs and lifts him up off the floor.  

Jungwon squeaks, taken aback by the sudden change in elevation, but he quickly throws his arms over Jake’s shoulders. Admittedly he swoons at the way he’s being carried like he weighs nothing. 

On the way to his bedroom, the brief reminder that he hardly even knows this guy flashes by again. Then Jake pins him down onto his mattress and fits himself between his legs, and Jungwon stops thinking about anything else. 

His jacket is carelessly shaken off and pushed off the bed. Jake fervently kisses him again while rucking up Jungwon’s shirt, their lips only parting for a mere second while he pulls the fabric over his head. He yanks his own top off carelessly and tosses it to the side to join wherever Jungwon’s shirt had landed on the floor. Their hands bump against one another in haste as Jake shoves the waistband of his sweats down and Jungwon fumbles with the zipper of Jake’s jeans. 

There’s no need to rush, no time constraint looming over their shoulders that is forcing them to move so frantically; only the shared desire to feel the others' skin on skin immediately. 

As soon as Jake manages to clumsily pull off Jungwon's sweatpants and underwear in one swift movement, he pushes down his own bottoms until they’re both completely bare. Jake breaks off their messy kissing, their lips swollen and covered in each other's saliva so he can lean back to take in the full view. 

Jungwon is already flushed from head to toe, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he gazes up at Jake with pure lust. He moans softly when Jake’s fingertips graze over his stiff nipples, arching into his touch when Jake splays his palm over his chest and teases the pink nubs. He trails a finger over his cock, his pupils dilating when Jungwon bodily flinches at the light touch. 

Jake curses something intelligible under his breath. “You’re pretty all over,” he says in awe.

Jungwon flushes and averts his eyes. Jake’s stare is so heavy he can't help but feel as if he’s being consumed through his eyes alone. He slowly slides his own hand low, low, and lower while raising one knee up to his chest to reveal his hole. 

“Stop staring,” he mutters, attempting to gather back some of his earlier confidence. “Touch me already.”  

Jungwon flits his eyes upwards, and the hand spreading his ass nearly falters because somehow Jake’s expression is even more suffocating. 

Jake leans forward and reaches over to rummage through the small bedside table to his right. The motion presses his cock firmly against Jungwon’s, and he can’t help but marvel at the size difference. He moves his hand between them to run his fingers up and down their lengths while he busies his mouth by kissing and nibbling at Jake’s neck. 

Jungwon shivers as he brings his other hand down to circle their cocks with both hands while he loosely strokes them together. He has barely touched his own cock but he is already dripping with need. 

The dry slide of palm makes him breathe out softly. He gathers the precum beading at the tip, soothing the friction and making the slide smoother.

Jake makes a surprised noise from above him, still searching through his bedside drawer and Jungwon hums against his skin inquiringly. 

He cranes his neck to look over at the bedside table just as Jake places down an empty bottle.

“I—” Jake's voice is drenched with embarrassment. “I’m out of lube…” 

Jungwon blinks, his hands stilling between them while Jake sits up so he isn’t caging him in anymore. 

“I forgot I ran out last week,” he says muffledly from behind his hands.  

Well. How terribly awkward. After talking up a storm about wanting Jake to fuck him, Jungwon does not know how to approach this. Should he suggest running up a few flights of stairs or waddling into the elevator to go back to his place for lube? Ignore how the cold air and chances of running into any neighbors would probably sober him up from this situation? If they were lovers they could laugh it off and just cuddle instead. But they’re not. They were supposed to have a quick, dirty fuck before continuing on with their lives.

Just as Jungwon is about to cough and suggest that they part ways and forget this ever happened, Jake slaps his own cheeks and rolls out his shoulders.

“Don’t worry,” he says with determination. “This isn’t a big deal.” 

Jungwon is about to protest that he thinks this is a big deal because there’s no way Jake can fuck him dry. But before he can complain, Jake dives between his thighs and swallows around his cock. 

Jungwon squeaks at the suddenness but also because the suction from Jake’s mouth is strong. Just like when they were kissing, Jake’s mouth is extremely wet and he makes good use of his tongue, flicking it over the head of his cock and gathering the precum that drips out. Jungwon knows he isn’t anywhere near as big, but Jake’s mouth is simply large and he easily presses his nose against Jungwon’s pelvis without flinching. 

Jake begins to bob his head slightly and Jungwon cries out. His fingers find themselves tangled in Jake’s messy strands, tugging as he attempts to ground himself. Jake only responds by humming against him and propping one of Jungwon’s legs over his shoulder. Jake's large hands wrap around his thighs and hold him in place, effectively keeping his hips still. He’s messy and enthusiastic, saliva slides down his length and past his ass. Wet slurping noises surround his senses and Jungwon feels tendrils of heat crawl up the back of his neck. 

“Jake,” he moans desperately, his back arching off of the mattress. “Wait— I’m gonna come—!” 

Jungwon feels utterly lightheaded when he shoots into Jake's mouth. He doesn’t think he has ever come so quickly in his life. His mouth falls open into a silent scream of pleasure before a pathetic whimper manages to tumble off his tongue. His fingers tremble from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, and he barely registers Jake swallowing until he slides off his cock. 

He’s still coming down from his high when Jake untangles his fingers out of his hair and slides back up to hover over him. He chuckles at the dazed expression on Jungwon’s face before pecking his lips. 

“Was that good?” he asks with a knowing smile. 

Jungwon nods, unsure of what type of noise will come out of his mouth if he were to try to speak right now. 

Jake brushes a stray strand out of hair off of his forehead and tucks it behind his ear. 

“Can I eat you out now?” he murmurs.

Jungwon would let Jake do anything he wanted to him at the moment. 

“Fuck— yes, please.” 

Jake grins at him with all teeth before pulling him up into a sitting position. He guides Jungwon to turn around onto all fours above him while he lays down on his back. Jungwon’s knees still feel wobbly but he focuses on Jake’s hard cock in front of him. It’s veiny and leaking against his stomach— a mouthwatering sight. Jungwon tries to wrap one fist around him and his fingers can barely touch. If only he could take Jake right now, he would feel so good inside of him, stretch him out just right to leave him aching the next day. 

He holds him steady before leaning down to lightly lap at the tip. Whenever Jungwon digs his tongue into the slit Jake's cock jumps and splurts out more precum. He savors the salty taste, taking his cock deeper into his mouth and swallowing whenever more liquid begins to drip onto his tongue. Jungwon tilts his head and rubs the head of Jake’s cock against the inside of his cheek, suckling against the length while twisting his wrist loosely. 

A playful yet sharp slap against his ass causes him to squeak embarrassingly loud and breaks his concentration. Jungwon pulls his cock out of his mouth to turn around and glare at him hotly. Jake only gives him a cheeky smile before pulling his hips closer to his face. Jake’s fingers dig into his skin lightly and his hot breath ghosts across his skin before he kisses over his hole. He kisses him so gently in contrast to the way his fingers dig into his skin; Jungwon can’t catch up to the different sensations. 

He feels his tongue circle his rim and alternate between kissing and licking. His hips jerk when Jake starts to suck at his hole. Jake pushes the tip of his tongue inside and leaves Jungwon gasping. 

It’s so distracting and he feels like he is melting, but he can’t let Jake do all the work. Jungwon attempts to regain focus, taking his cock into his mouth again and swirling his tongue on the underside as he takes more in slowly. Jake fills up his mouth so well he can only imagine how it would feel to have him inside, how well Jake would spread him open.

He clenches down on Jake’s flexed tongue, moving his hips with the rhythm that Jake sets. Rocking back and forth absentmindedly causes his nipples to rub against Jake's abs, sending zaps of pleasure through him. Jake rubs at the tip of his cock with one hand while keeping a bruising grip on one thigh. Jungwon moans uncontrollably as he bobs his head up and down messily. He surely looks like a mess right now with the way excess saliva runs down his chin. Jake bucks into his mouth slightly and Jungwon whimpers when his throat contracts. He feels dizzy, he feels good. His cock is still so sensitive from his previous orgasm that his stomach tenses with every touch. 

Jake eats him out like a starving man, and Jungwon is his full course meal. He’s sloppy but it just makes everything even better— the sheer enthusiasm and desire, the wet sucking noises and soft groans against his skin. 

Jake is fully thrusting his tongue into him now, and Jungwon can only push his hips back desperately. He’s losing his mind from the pleasure but Jake has not come even once yet, and Jungwon is determined to change that. He sinks his head down rapidly to the point of fucking his throat on Jake’s cock, producing filthy wet noises each time his cock hits the back of his throat. Precum leaks into his mouth so much that no matter how many times he swallows, more liquid replaces it as soon as it’s gone. 

Jake's tongue and hands feel so good, the stimulation is so overwhelming that his tears unconsciously well up. He doesn’t notice them until he feels the salty water stream down the slope of his nose and drip into the wetness beneath him. Nor has he noticed the whining noises he had been making, desperate and needy keens as he steadily approaches his release. 

His orgasm comes as a pulsating ripple. It starts as his core before spreading throughout his body, all the way until the tips of his fingers buzz with pleasure. He’s useless for a few seconds while his body shudders through it, flinching in sensitivity when Jake helps him ride out his orgasm by continuing to lightly rub at the tip of his cock, but he never moves away from his hands. 

Jake’s cock throbs against his tongue, and it doesn’t take more than a few suckles before he hears Jake groan and salty liquid floods his mouth. Jungwon continues to suck until he feels Jake tap his thigh and pull him off of his cock. He turns to him in confusion at the hastiness as Jake sits up until suddenly Jake's lips are on his and he’s licking his own cum off of Jungwon’s tongue. 

It’s hot, so Jungwon lets Jake tangle his hair and suck his tongue clean as they share a filthy kiss. His lips are tender and bordering on the line of pain from just how much they have kissed. But Jake keeps a firm hand on his lower back and presses against his lips incessantly, and it all feels too good for Jungwon to want to pull away even when he gets lightheaded. 

His inability to stay upright on his own must be obvious because Jake lays him down, pecking him a few more times before giving his lips a break. He pulls Jungwon close until he is nestled into the crook of his neck.

“You can stay,” he breathes out quietly against his skin before Jungwon has to awkwardly ask if Jake wants him to leave. 

He hums tiredly in response, lulled into sleep by the hand petting his hair and the warmth from the body next to his.  

—

He begins to stir, warm skin moving against the sheets, sunlight washing over his face—

Sunlight. Jungwon shoots up into a sitting position, accidentally knocking Jake off his shoulder. 

Jake sleepily mumbles something that sounds like are you okay? But Jungwon isn’t okay. His alarm didn’t go off. He’s late.

“What time is it?” His limbs flail about to get his legs untangled from the sheets. 

“Like 10 AM,” Jake says in confusion. “Oh shit do you have work today?” 

“Yes,” he hisses. 

He has missed his first meeting but it is not fine, he can make it to the second one at noon if he hurries. He finds his pants on the floor and yanks them on, struggling to get his foot through the pant hole. Luckily, Jake catches on quickly and even through his sleep riddled squinting he manages to grab Jungwon’s jacket off the floor. 

“Do you see my shirt?” Jungwon asks, hastily trying to search through the sheets. 

He shakes his head, but Jake grabs a shirt from his own closet and quickly helps him button it up as Jungwon fastens his pants. He slides on his jacket that had landed near a chair, and the familiar weight in his pocket that hits his side tells him he has his phone. His hair is probably closer to a birdsnest than anything, and he might smell like cum but that’s an issue for later. 

Just as Jungwon is about to run out the door, Jake catches his arm and presses a kiss to his cheek. The rather romantic and unexpected gesture makes Jungwon go red all the way up his ears.

“Have a good day,” Jake says with a sleepy smile. 

Jungwon manages a nod and warbled thanks before running down the stairs. 

Miraculously, when Jungwon stumbles out of the building there’s a bus at the corner that hasn’t left yet. He manages to scramble on in time before taking a moment to breathe. 

He can’t believe he overslept before a meeting day, and because of a hookup of all things. Jake didn’t even fuck him but he still feels as if he has been ran through, his lower back still sore and his lips raw. He grasps a nearby pole to steady himself as the vehicle rumbles to life and takes off while continuing to silently berate himself for being irresponsible. 

But his alarms are scheduled so it’s strange that he hadn’t been awoken by any blaring noise. Jungwon slips his phone out, already wincing at the thought of the messages from his manager and coworkers asking why he hadn’t attended. 

To his surprise his notifications are relatively empty aside from the ten reels Riki had sent at 3 AM.

It hits him. It's a Saturday. It is not a weekday. Jungwon does not work on Saturday. He blinks at his screen, once, twice, before his jaw falls. 

He’s an idiot. He didn’t even get Jake’s number. Who knows when he’ll catch him again? 

But maybe the universe has decided to grant him some kindness, because the next day he spots him in the elevator by chance. He winds up following Jake to his place after he pointed out that he found Jungwon’s shirt kicked under the dresser. Jake laughs amusedly when Jungwon explains his schedule mix up as he holds the door open. 

“That’s too bad,” he says as he leads them to his bedroom. “You’ll have to stay over again sometime; I can make decent pancakes.” 

“Uh… so do you invite strangers over often?” Jungwon blurts out. 

Why did he ask that? Escape becomes his priority, immediately trying to calculate if he could roll out of Jake's window and still survive. They’re only on the third floor maybe he could make the landing and cushion his fall with the bushes—

“No,” Jake cuts into his thoughts. “I just…” his voice becomes meek. “I thought you were really pretty the first time we met. But afterwards I got the feeling that you hated me. I didn’t know how to approach you so I just… kept doing my laundry hoping I would bump into you again.” 

“Oh.” Jungwon says intelligently. “Wait. You’re telling me you hogged the one working machine just to try to talk to me.” 

Jake is silent for a second. “It sounds bad when you put it that way.” 

Jungwon huffs. “It’s not a big deal anymore.” 

He brushes past Jake to open the drawer on the right, triumphantly picking up a new, sealed bottle of lube. When he spins around, he can tell from the way that Jake is fidgeting and his expression that he is thinking of the same thing. 

“Besides,” he says as he takes a seat at the edge of the mattress. “I’d rather you come over here and keep up your end of the promise.” 

Jake smiles before nearly tackling him down. Jungwon doesn’t complain because Jake quickly kisses him and cages him in. 

“I can do that.”