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From their very first date, Donghyuck knew that Jaemin was different.
Really, he’d known that Jaemin was different for a while by then, when Jeno invited his old friend who had moved back to Seoul to post-work drinks, and Jaemin walked in with a halo of pink hair the exact same shade as Donghyuck’s.
“Well one of us is gonna have to change,” Donghyuck had joked, and by the time Jaemin joined them again two days after, he’d somehow dyed his hair to a pristine platinum blonde. He told Donghyuck that the pink suited him much better, with a smile so blinding it made Donghyuck’s heart do a little flip.
It only felt natural when a few weeks later, Jaemin offered to walk Donghyuck to his train station after Friday night noraebang, shoulders grazing close under the guise of seeking warmth in the biting December cold. The train was just minutes away; there was something buoyant in the inch of space between them that felt like free-falling, tacitly understood.
In the seconds before the doors swung open, Jaemin brushed some hair out of Donghyuck’s eyes, quietly asked, “Can I take you out next weekend?” and that was that.
Jaemin was different because all he told Donghyuck ahead of their very first date was to be ready in his nicest clothes at six p.m. sharp. He brought Donghyuck flowers and whisked him off to a fancy rooftop dinner and a performance of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 by the Seoul Philharmonic.
None of Donghyuck’s previous dates had ever been so meticulously planned, none of the previous guys he’d gone out with so well-mannered and romantic. Jaemin opened car doors and pulled out chairs for Donghyuck like it was his job, wrapped his jacket around Donghyuck’s shoulders like he’d been waiting for a chance to do so all this time.
The last date Donghyuck had been on was back in August, a half-hearted trip to the movies. It was nothing more than a pretense for a hook-up, and they both knew that. But that guy didn’t even have the decency to hide it, and when he grabbed Donghyuck’s thigh in the middle of a grisly death scene, Donghyuck excused himself to the bathroom and called Jisung to come pick him up.
Jaemin is one of a kind, almost too perfect to believe. Donghyuck has gotten into the habit of asking Jeno at least once a week if he’s actually just like that, or if Jaemin is hiding something sinister behind that pretty face. To Jeno’s credit, he reassured Donghyuck six whole times that Jaemin is actually like that before threatening to block him.
(And then Jeno texted that he personally thinks Jaemin and Donghyuck would be perfect together—that he hopes things go well between them—but he deleted that message immediately after.)
Jaemin was a piano performance major at a prestigious conservatory in the U.S., and now he’s back in Seoul to help his mom run their local music school, teaching private lessons and working in admin. He used to be a competitive speed skater, which is how he and Jeno met, but Jaemin was good enough to compete nationally.
He didn’t laugh in Donghyuck’s face when he self-consciously admitted his ultimate dream was to leave his office job to become a singer; he was emphatic when he asked Donghyuck to invite him next time he landed a gig.
And of course, Jaemin’s extremely handsome. He’s beautiful in an elegant way, the kind of face found only in catalog magazines or old-timey movies: charming smile, strong eyebrows, big, rounded eyes, with long lashes to match, a romantic lead dropped into Donghyuck’s life to sweep him off his feet.
On their second date, they walked off huge bowls of ramen and multiple corn dogs with a stroll around Seonyudo Park, Han River glittering as it unfolded around them. Jaemin tucked their interlocked hands into his coat pocket like a gentleman out of an etiquette book. He didn’t even try to kiss Donghyuck until the end of their third date at the doorstep of Donghyuck’s apartment. It was a sweet, chaste thing, but it’s left Donghyuck aching for another taste ever since.
So the next time Jaemin walks Donghyuck to his door after yet another perfect dinner date, Donghyuck carefully untangles their hands, pulls him into a hug and whispers in his ear, “Come inside?”
He gives a quick tour, at Jaemin’s request: the small kitchen fit for one person, the living room with expansive windows overlooking Mapo-gu. There’s Donghyuck’s “office” where he plays computer games late into the night and messes around on his keyboard and guitar. And then there’s his bedroom, but with Jaemin all but pressed up against his back as he flicks on the lights, Donghyuck gets the sense that he’ll become well-acquainted with it soon enough.
Jaemin, ever so chivalrous, waits until after the first episode of Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha is over to put his hand on Donghyuck’s thigh, and even then, he just lets it sit there. The restraint is half of the fun, Donghyuck thinks, as he leans his head on Jaemin’s shoulder. Pretending like the tension hasn’t been simmering between them since the second their fingers brushed passing shots the first night they met. Like every fleeting touch is just that, like two months of latent wanting hasn’t led them to this very moment—Jaemin flush against his side, the weight of his palm anchoring Donghyuck to him.
Two months later, Donghyuck wants Jaemin just as badly, but now he wants the commitment and the hand-holding and the cuddles and the three cats he keeps hearing so much about. He wants all of Jaemin, and it isn’t such a scary thing to accept.
All there’s left to do is wait.
Fifteen minutes into episode two, Jaemin laughs at something Hyejin says as she’s arguing with Dusik. He squeezes Donghyuck’s thigh, hand creeping just a bit higher. “You know, she kinda reminds me of you.”
“What? No way,” Donghyuck protests, lifting his head to meet Jaemin’s gaze. He’s so close, and he’s smiling down so sweetly at Donghyuck it nearly makes his breath catch. “She’s so mean in the beginning. Dusik’s just trying to do his job.”
Jaemin grins wider. “You’re not mean, just stubborn. I like that about you. I’d gladly let you pretend to be asleep on my back while I carry you all the way home.”
Donghyuck blinks, stunned.
I’ve waited long enough, he thinks to himself, and then he’s tossing a leg over Jaemin’s lap and sitting right on his thighs, tangling his fingers in the collar of Jaemin’s knit sweater. Jaemin’s eyes are wide as he stares at Donghyuck. He looks like a dream.
“Is this okay?” Donghyuck asks, touching their foreheads together.
“Mhm,” Jaemin swallows, lashes fluttering as his gaze drops down to Donghyuck’s lips. His mouth quirks and he asks, “Is that what gets you going? Sweet nothings?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m taking notes,” Jaemin taps his temple.
He cups Donghyuck’s jaw gently, tracing his thumb across Donghyuck’s bottom lip. “You’re annoying,” Donghyuck manages to get out before Jaemin’s thumb is in his mouth.
He’s frozen for a second, but then his lips close instinctively around Jaemin’s finger. He sucks slowly, spurred by the unabashed heat rising on Jaemin’s cheeks as he watches Donghyuck. When he lets go, it’s with a loud pop!
It must be obscene because Jaemin mutters a quiet, “Fuck,” and surges up to capture Donghyuck’s lips in a desperate kiss.
Jaemin’s hands are hot as they roam from Donghyuck’s thighs to his ass, rucking up Donghyuck’s t-shirt and traveling across his back. Donghyuck tugs lightly at Jaemin’s lip with his teeth and slips his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth; sparks shoot up his spine when Jaemin’s nails dig into his skin.
He kisses Donghyuck so insistently that for a moment, Donghyuck thinks Jaemin might swallow him whole. Donghyuck thinks distantly that he might let him.
Jaemin presses his lips to the underside of Donghyuck’s jaw, biting just enough to make Donghyuck shiver. He licks a stripe up the column of Donghyuck’s neck and kisses his Adam’s apple, startling a laugh out of Donghyuck, and then he does it again. Donghyuck twists his fingers through Jaemin’s blonde locks, pulling him away so he can look at him.
Behind them, the neighborhood ahjummas are swooning over Dusik. Donghyuck furrows his eyebrows and gives Jaemin a faux stern look.
“Sorry,” Jaemin simpers. “I wanted to taste you.”
“Freak,” Donghyuck mumbles. But he leans down for another kiss because he wants another taste, too, slower this time, memorizing how soft Jaemin’s lips feel against his own, how deftly Jaemin uses his tongue to unravel Donghyuck almost completely.
This time, Donghyuck can’t help but rock forward, chasing friction as his dick starts to strain in his jeans. He can feel Jaemin’s growing length underneath him; Donghyuck grinds down and the pressure is just right. Jaemin moans into his mouth, a dizzying sound.
“Bedroom,” Donghyuck says when they break apart. Jaemin’s face is flushed and he’s breathing hard. That’s when Donghyuck realizes he’s the one responsible for disheveling Jaemin this way, kiss-bitten and mussed hair, the complete opposite of the perpetually put-together Jaemin that the rest of the world sees. Only Donghyuck gets to see him like this, gets to affect him like this. He probably looks much the same.
“Lead the way.”
Mood lights wash Donghyuck’s bedroom in a hazy shade of yellow. This must be a dream, he thinks as he pushes Jaemin down on the bed, tugging Jaemin’s sweater over broad shoulders and strong arms. Donghyuck climbs back onto him and slides his fingers under the fabric of Jaemin’s thin tank top, pushing it away as he trails kisses up his toned stomach and chest until he meets Jaemin’s lips again.
He pins Jaemin’s hands above his head, getting lost in the wet slide of their mouths, unable to believe he has Jaemin underneath him—Jaemin, who Donghyuck never saw coming, who he likes so much.
He pulls away again so they can come up for air. And then he palms Jaemin’s pecs, just because he can. “Wow,” Donghyuck whistles. “Any bigger and you’re gonna need a bra,” he says, squeezing hard.
Jaemin gives a loud laugh, but it stutters the slightest bit when Donghyuck rolls his thumbs over his nipples. “This isn’t fair,” Jaemin chides. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”
“Just let me ogle you for a second,” Donghyuck insists. Jaemin is completely hard now against Donghyuck’s ass, but he’s a good sport. Donghyuck pretends to snap a few pictures, oohs and ahs until he’s satisfied, and it’s clear that Jaemin is loving it.
When Donghyuck finally tosses his own shirt aside, Jaemin licks his lips. “You’re perfect,” he says, with that wanton stare that Donghyuck can never meet for too long. He flips them over, making quick work of getting rid of his jeans and unbuttoning Donghyuck’s. Jaemin nestles his head between Donghyuck’s legs, rubbing his cheek against his inner thigh. Jaemin’s breath tickles when he murmurs into the skin there. “Tell me what you want to do. Anything you want, I’m here.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” Jaemin lifts his head up to find Donghyuck’s gaze, as if checking to make sure.
“Yeah,” Donghyuck nods. “I, um…prepped already. Earlier today.” He’s blushing with his whole body, it feels like, the want cascading from his very core.
“Donghyuck-ah,” Jaemin groans, “You’re killing me.” He sinks his teeth into Donghyuck’s inner thigh, and it makes him hiss with pleasure. “Were you thinking about me?” Donghyuck nods again, even though Jaemin can’t see it, too busy leaving a bruise—proof that this isn’t a dream.
Jaemin offers to prep him anyway, certainly half an excuse to get his hands all over Donghyuck, but he’s not complaining. Jaemin chases his mouth while his slender fingers work Donghyuck wide open, aching cock leaking onto his stomach.
“You looked so pretty when you were on top of me. So pretty always,” Jaemin says, teasing Donghyuck’s rim with his finger. Donghyuck shudders at the touch. The sweet talk must be working, but maybe it’s just Jaemin. “Could you ride me?”
Donghyuck bites his tongue to keep himself from doing something crazy like moaning at the thought. “Yes, god,” he says.
Jaemin settles back against the headboard with Donghyuck on his lap, and Donghyuck swirls his tongue across Jaemin’s flushed tip just to hear the sound that rips from his throat. “Are you clean?”
“Yeah,” Jaemin gasps when Donghyuck leaves an open-mouthed kiss in the same spot, precum dribbling onto his chin.
“Then fuck me raw,” Donghyuck says. It comes out like a plea. He slides his hand down to the base of Jaemin’s cock; he really can’t wait any longer.
Neither can Jaemin, apparently. Donghyuck feels depraved watching Jaemin lube himself up, greedy as he sinks down onto him. Jaemin’s hands grip Donghyuck’s waist as he adjusts to the stretch. He pulls Donghyuck closer until they’re chest-to-chest, until it’s hard to tell where Donghyuck begins and Jaemin ends.
“Good?”
Donghyuck hums in lieu of a response. And then Jaemin bucks his hips upwards and they’re both groaning, his lips on the shell of Donghyuck’s ear and the corner of his mouth and his shoulder, trying to swallow Donghyuck whole. The rhythm is perfect, like the rest of Jaemin. He throws his head back, and Donghyuck wants to live in the divot of his collarbone, glistening with sweat, carved with a careful hand.
Donghyuck rolls his hips to meet Jaemin’s thrusts, looping his arms around the base of Jaemin’s neck. Every movement sets his body on fire all over again. “You’re perfect,” Jaemin mumbles into his hair. “So good for me.”
“Fuck, Jaemin,” Donghyuck moans with reckless abandon.
“I’ve wanted you this whole time,” Jaemin says, shifting Donghyuck by the hips. The new angle sends Donghyuck into overdrive, almost too good to believe. “Been dreaming of you since I got here.”
“You’re crazy,” Donghyuck chokes out. “Oh my god. Faster, please.”
Jaemin obliges, the noises filthy and utterly wet. He opens his mouth to say something else—probably more sweet nothings, now that he knows what Donghyuck likes—but Donghyuck shuts him up with a sloppy kiss, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release.
“Come for me, baby.” Jaemin grabs Donghyuck’s cock, heavy strokes in tandem to each hit to Donghyuck’s prostate. It really is too much this time—he comes in spurts across both of their stomachs with a cry that bounces off the walls, going limp in Jaemin’s arms. His hold is gentle, but he keeps fucking into Donghyuck, carelessly getting himself off. Donghyuck marvels at the sight: eyelashes fanning across Jaemin’s cheekbones as he screws his eyes shut, chest heaving, perspiration dripping down his neck.
Soon, he’s coming inside of Donghyuck, a burst of warmth that makes them both keen once more. And then Jaemin slumps back, too, completely spent.
A minute or two goes by. There’s cum trickling out of Donghyuck’s ass. Jaemin has yet to pull out; for some reason, he wraps Donghyuck into a hug, sticks his nose in his hair.
“The pink’s almost gone,” Jaemin says softly. His voice is a pleasant rumble against Donghyuck’s chest. He runs a hand through the damp, pale strands at the back of Donghyuck’s head. “But I like this color, too.”
Donghyuck has never let any guy stay inside him like this after they were done having sex. Right now, it’s almost romantic. Like Jaemin would do anything to stay this close to Donghyuck for just a little bit longer. Donghyuck understands the feeling. He turns Jaemin’s head to join their mouths again, lets himself be kissed until they’re both uncomfortably sticky and desperately in need of a shower.
Later, they’re back on the couch, Donghyuck folded into Jaemin’s chest, legs fully tangled together. There’s no need for restraint now; Donghyuck lets the exhaustion creep in, snug with Jaemin all around him.
On the screen, Dusik helps Hyejin onto the rocks by the shore, catching her when she inevitably loses her footing. They stare deeply into each other’s eyes, realizing something for the very first time. A love song swells in the background, and Donghyuck thinks of everything Jaemin said with their bodies melded together, spilling from his lips like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“So is it true?”
Jaemin turns the volume down. “Is what true?”
“That stuff you said earlier. About dreaming of me and…stuff,” Donghyuck says.
“Of course it’s true,” Jaemin replies, squeezing Donghyuck around the middle. “I’ve been trying to court you this whole time.”
Donghyuck huffs out a laugh. “Right.”
“Is it not obvious?” Donghyuck doesn’t respond immediately, trying to temper the butterflies in his stomach. Jaemin shifts them so he can look him squarely in the face. His eyes sparkle. “I like you, Donghyuck-ah.”
Donghyuck smooths a thumb over Jaemin’s cheek. They’re both smiling so hard, something buoyant in the space between them. It feels like free-falling when he says, “I like you too, Jaemin-ah.”
The next morning, Donghyuck wakes up to frost-covered windows and the best head of his life. He coyly alludes to returning the favor in the shower, but Jaemin tells Donghyuck to go ahead and offers to join him later.
Later never comes—Donghyuck towels off, wondering if he’s done something wrong.
Just as Donghyuck starts to think that he’s let himself be swindled, the front door swings open and Jaemin is stumbling into the kitchen with an armful of greasy paper bags and coffee.
“I snuck out and got us breakfast,” Jaemin says, shrugging off his coat and dropping everything onto the countertop. “Sorry I was gone so long. The line took forever and I got distracted by this.” He flourishes a keyring with a tiny bear plushie swinging back and forth from it, grinning wide. “It looks just like you! See?”
“I—thank you,” Donghyuck shakes his head with a smile, all his worry disappearing in an instant. “You’re really sweet.”
Jaemin pulls Donghyuck in by the waist, so Donghyuck takes the opportunity to brush some of the snow out of his hair, enthralled by the pink dusting across his cheeks and the tip of his nose, flushed from the cold. “I’m so serious about courting you.”
“I know,” Donghyuck pushes lightly against his chest. “You’ve already wooed me. Now ask me out properly.”
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
Donghyuck tilts his head and pretends to think, twiddling his thumbs from where his hands are linked behind Jaemin’s neck. Jaemin burrows his face into Donghyuck’s shoulder and grumbles something under his breath, and Donghyuck’s heart is so, so full. “Yes, I will.”
The smile Jaemin gives him is dazzling. “Good. So now that we’re officially dating,” Jaemin says, planting a kiss on Donghyuck’s forehead, “Wanna meet my cats today?”