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Han Sugang is the definition of violence, cruelty and narcissism. A person who easily manipulated others through the power of his family, keeping the entire high school in fear. His father gave him opportunities that no one else had — from a personal lawyer to business connections. His bullying scandals were hushed up in court, and he successfully came out unscathed. The teachers could doubtless breathe a sigh of relief, because graduation was approaching in a month. No one dared to lay a finger on him, because he was the one who always used his fists to solve everything. He didn't even spare his friends, if they could be called that.
But everyone has their own weakness, right? And for Sugang, his soft spot, who always held him wrapped around his finger, was a boy with a soft smile. Gong Jooyoung is the one who never took Sugang’s explosive character seriously, always giving a small smile at his words. It started when Jooyoung came as a new student to his class at the start of the semester.
During their first meeting, Sugang was yapping at him, demanding that he should give him his homework. Then, instead of being afraid of him, Jooyoung fluttered his eyelashes and agreed, saying he’d help him with his homework. Pointing toward an empty table, he told Sugang to sit so he could explain the assignment. The latter, surprised by such behavior, mumbled something under his breath in confusion and simply took the other boy’s notes.
And then it went on with silly little waves of his hand whenever Sugang entered the classroom. The boy would just ignore him, frowning to himself and calling him a weirdo. But Jooyoung still kept cheerfully trying to communicate with him, his big deer-like eyes shining. With each passing month, things got stranger: Jooyoung would bring him banana milk for no reason, give him small handmade gifts on holidays and brush off all of Sugang’s insults, calling him cute.
Such innocent kindness towards Sugang felt… strange. All he’d ever known was threatening and scaring people left and right — not accepting handmade cards with little kittens drawn on them.
They started running into each other completely by chance: at the mall, in cafeterias, at the convenience store, as if fate kept pushing them together. Jooyoung was clingy — no matter how much Sugang tried to push him away, he just kept coming back, trying to talk. Eventually, under all that persistence, the older boy gave in and let him into his space.
With every meeting they spent together, Sugang found his eyes lingering more and more on Jooyoung’s lips, feeling weak every time that sweet little voice called him Dugangie. He doesn’t even remember how it happened, but at some point, they ended up kissing on the couch, devouring each other.
And now, for several months already, Sugang hasn’t been able to stay away from his boyfriend, not even daring to refuse him.
—
Sugang was irritated, and it was not because of the rookie teacher who tried to set her rules here, but because of Jooyoung's strangely ignoring behavior today. Usually, they did not act as close at school, but the mutual glances at each other were always there. After the third—no—maybe after the second or first lesson (he didn't care about the school schedule, because he spent the entire school day with his lackeys, smoking on the rooftop), his lovely boyfriend suddenly disappeared, not showing up anywhere. Sugang noticed it only when he came just to choose a victim for his game. He simply sent him a message asking where he was, but there was no response and as expected, five more messages followed that ended up with unanswered call. Jooyoung didn't respond to any of his attempts to contact him. This was starting to get on his nerves. He couldn't just disappear in the middle of the day. His throat was already dry from all the swearing, so he headed to the vending machine for a can of soda.
“Jooyoung? What are you doing here, baby?” Sugang asked worriedly, looking at how his boyfriend was sitting alone on the bench. The boy pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging himself.
He didn't even realize how his voice softened, leaving only a bit of hoarseness. Jooyoung looked as if he was about to break into tears. Not that his tearfulness was something rare, considering that the younger boy always whined while watching some k-dramas. But seeing him hiding from others was alarming.
Sugang clung to the boy and sat down next to him, and felt how his arms wrapped around him, as if he wanted to be hidden.
“Jooyoung-ah, what happened?” Sugang took his face, stroking his plump cheek. His voice was unusually worried — not the voice that he had a moment ago, when he hit Moonki. Jooyoung’s fingers only tightened on his jacket, and his face buried itself in his shoulder. Slowly, the salty liquid ran down the younger boy's cheek, staining the fabric. “Hey—don't cry, it's okay, I'm not mad at you.”
It only pushed him into louder, harsher sobs. Jooyoung puffed out his lower lip and finally lifted his head, looking up at the boy with a pitiful gaze. His face was flushed, his eyes glistening with tears — making him look even more fragile and helpless.
“Sugang-ie…” Jooyoung whimpered, squeezing his cheek with one hand. One of his hands clung to Sugang’s bicep, the other rested on his thigh, as if he needed the contact just to stay steady. Sugang frowned, showing he was listening. “You… you really do love me, right?”
Sugang raised a brow, not fully understanding the point of the question, but eventually replied, “Of course. But tell me what happened. Did someone upset you?”
Jooyoung averted his eyes, which only confirmed that Sugang was right. “It’s just…”
“In the cafeteria, some guy said that I…” The younger boy hesitated awkwardly, clutching Sugang even tighter. Sugang tilted his head, silently urging him to finish the sentence. “He said that you must keep me close for my skills in bed.”
His lowered mood, the sad look on his face, and the tears — all of it was perfectly staged, exactly the way he wanted. It was just a simple game of pretending. Those words meant nothing to him, nothing more than an empty sound and a scene of blatant envy. But he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t complain to his boyfriend. After all, that idiot Jinhyun deserved to have his ass kicked. Jooyoung was sure he’d really enjoy seeing his beaten, pathetic face after classes.
The moment Sugang demanded the guy’s name, Jooyoung played the “good one”, trying to convince him not to beat him up over some random comments. Thankfully, he knew the older boy well enough, because as soon as he heard the name, he marched straight into the building to drag that jealous jerk Jinhyun out.
This kind of thing in their relationship Jooyoung considered a bonus. Sometimes acting like a literal pick-me was useful for him; Sugang always fell for his persuasions. He perfectly knew the influence Sugang had, and he took full advantage of it.
—
Juyoung was sprawled across the already familiar couch, scrolling through his feed, bored out of his mind. Exams were finally over and summer break had begun, but all he wanted now was for this summer to end already. The heat was suffocating, and it felt like if the temperature rose even two more degrees Fahrenheit, both the fridge and the AC would die on them. He wore only short shorts and a loose shirt, and its owner looked just as half-dead, sitting on the couch and puffing on his vape. Sugang, in the same miserable state, was trying to quench his thirst with cold beer.
The dragging silence was getting on Juyoung's nerves. He shoved his phone under a pillow and glanced up at the other boy.
"Dugang-ie," Juyeon called, trying to get Sugang's attention, which was fully consumed by the boxing match on TV. "Don't you get bored watching dudes punch each other in the face?"
Nothing. Sugang let the question pass straight through one ear and out the other, taking another sip from his can.
And that annoyed Juyoung even more — how could this idiot keep watching some match when his own boyfriend was lying right beside him, shirt riding up and shorts far too short to be legal?
"Why are you ignoring me?" Juyoung whined dramatically, sitting up. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, putting on his best offended face
They hadn't had sex for two weeks already, and honestly, he had a desire to start in this heat — skin-to-skin.
"Juyoung-ah, I'm really tired. Later," Sugang said simply. Juyoung huffed at that.
After a couple seconds of thought, he suddenly climbed onto Sugang's lap. His arms wrapped around the older boy's neck instantly, his head settling on his shoulder. "Fine, then at least let me hug you."
Sugang just hummed in response, something like agreement, and took another drag of his grape vape. Juyoung had already grown used to the smell… well, "used to" was a lie. He had a smoking habit long before Sugang, one his friend constantly scolded him for.
He stayed like that for about five minutes, motionless, occasionally running his fingers through the hair on Sugang's nape. Everything stayed peaceful until Juyeon slowly, subtly shifted and pressed himself a little closer. Sugang didn't even seem to notice. The next movement was bolder — he lifted himself slightly and settled back down again, as if trying to get comfortable, his body brushing "accidentally" against Sugang's crotch.
The older boy, absorbed in his screen, didn't even flinch, as if he hadn't felt a thing. Only a cloud of vape smoke came from his mouth.
Another nudge against the other's groin, but more confident this time. Jooyoung's hand continued to cling innocently to the strong shoulder in a hug, but he could already feel his own folds tense and a warmth settle in his lower abdomen.
Sugang guessed from the second nudge what Jooyoung wanted. But instead of continuing what he had started, he grabbed the younger man's face with one hand and after kissing him on the cheek, went back to drinking his beer.
Upset, Jooyoung removed one hand from his shoulder, deciding to handle the matter himself. He slipped his fingers under the loose waistband of his shorts to push the fabric of his panties aside.
Sugang's eyes were still on the ring when someone grabbed his hand and moved it, right between Jooyoung's legs. The smaller boy pointed his fingers towards his clit, hinting for him to move.
"Sugang-ie, don't you feel how wet l am?" Jooyoung muttered, pushing the limb to stroke his pussy. His legs tightened around other boy’s hips tighter.
"I do," Sugang simply answered, with a sly grin on his face that clearly knew what he was doing. He stroked Jooyoung's crotch, slowly lifting his thumb to stimulate the clit. The TV was turned off in one motion.
"Mhm—yeah, like that." A low moan escaped his mouth, not leaving a single drop of shame in his mind (as if he had any shame at all).
The moves were slow and pleasant, making the scorching warmth grow. The next second, two fingers immediately parted his folds, entering him fully. Another moan with a small tremor that made it harder for him to hold his balance. "You like it, kitten?"
Jooyoung's hand kept lying above his, showing him to move, because words obviously weren't necessary to show what he wanted. The first thrust was gentle, as if Sugang wanted to thoroughly wet his fingers for a good glide. The second move was followed by the third because he increased his speed, pushing into him.
"Sugang, oh—God."
Sugang's gaze watched as beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead to his chin. The pussy literally sucked his fingers with every thrust, begging for more; even without lubricant, they moved freely, touching the sweetest spots. This view was better than any porno video he'd ever seen.
Jooyoung moved in time with his movements, whimpering at how few fingers were inside him. He wanted more—more to fill him to the brim. Both of his hands were already holding Sugang's shoulders when a third finger was added.
"J-just use your dick already." Jooyoung murmured, patting the older boy's sweatpants with his palm. He was never shy about openly talking about his desires or hinting at them. He enjoyed sex with Sugang, although it would be more accurate to say that he was obsessed with it. Sugang never took pity on him and did it roughly, just as he liked it.
"You crave my cock inside you that much?" Sugang teased, freeing his member from the tight fabric.
"Yes, and now I need you to hurry, hyung."
The next second, Jooyoung grabbed the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal the pink lace panties he was wearing. The thin fabric fit perfectly on his hips, and the bow in front completed the picture. Sugang felt his mouth go dry.
"I knew you'd like it," Jooyoung drawled, guiding his cock straight towards his hole with one hand. With his thumb, he smeared the precum over the head.
"Wait, I'll get the condoms—”
"No need," Jooyoung interrupted him, trying to keep his balance, while the other boy's member slowly penetrated his hole. "I want to do it raw."
Sugang whistled in surprise, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. "You could have just told me if you wanted it so badly, sweetie." His hands squeezed the soft skin on his thighs as Jooyoung tried to take the whole length in one go. "Am I too big for you, hm?"
Jooyoung let out a short whimper when Sugang lowered him onto his cock in one swift motion. "Yes, you're so big, Sugang-ie, but I can take it. Fuck."
Sugang gave a little thrust, causing the boy above him to fall right onto his shoulder. He felt Jooyoung's warmth envelop his cock so tightly, as if it didn't want to let go. The pink panties only aroused him more, making him almost drool on the sofa. Now he knew for sure that even if the air conditioning was working, the heat between them would remain the same.
"Your pussy is always so tight," Sugang spat, his hands sliding higher up Jooyoung's body to his chest, catching his nipples with his fingers. He got rougher with his next thrust, knowing that the younger boy would accept everything he gave. His fingers squeezed a nipple, stimulating it and eliciting dirty sounds from the younger boy's mouth.
Jooyoung was riding his dick, jumping up and down, wondering why he hadn't met Sugang earlier. Because his previous partners never were that good, disappointing him every time. They were always too gentle, too soft, too tender — treating him as if he was fragile and would break him if they were a little harsher. But with him it was completely different.
"H-hyungie, yesterday I-" His voice trembled, and every word he tried to string together into a sentence was accompanied by a groan. Sugang, his fringe already wet with sweat, raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday I f-fucked myself with my new toys and—shit—none of them were as good as you."
Sugang, satisfied with this admission, continued to wander his hands all over his body. He touched every curve, every soft part of his body, exploring it as if it were an exhibit. "Did you record it?"
"Yes, only for you," Joyoung could no longer speak, whimpering into the other boy's ear and leaning in to muffle the sounds with a kiss. The cock inside him felt so good that the pain in his legs from the repetitive movements seemed insignificant compared to the pleasure he was experiencing. He couldn't stop, even when the voice inside him screamed for him to go faster, demanding more. Sugang's tongue confidently moved in his mouth as if trying to steal all the oxygen from his lungs.
“Good boy.”
Jooyoung was too into the growing feeling in his stomach to filter the words that came from Sugang's mouth. His hands in pure chaos tried to catch any part of the taller boy's body to focus and clear his mind for a second. But he ended his hands on Sugang's name while he was leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. "-Fuck—ah- I'm close."
Sugang's teeth sucked on the soft skin and bit it, leaving a faint smack. Sweat dripped from his temples onto Jooyoung's chest. In rhythm, he felt himself approaching the peak. His pussy squeezed him tighter, and the feeling of his head touching his womb became stronger. He placed his free hand on Jooyoung's lower abdomen, stimulating it with massage movements, which made the whimpering louder.
Neither of them stopped. And in a minute, they both came, throwing their heads back in exhaustion. Coming to his senses, Sugang placed both hands on the younger man's waist to lift him off his cock. He had come inside him, so the guy needed to be cleaned up.
But he was interrupted by an insistent grip on his wrist.
"No, I want to sit like this a little longer."
"I need to clean you up, baby."
"Only after one more round," Jooyoung replied slyly, smiling as he pressed their lips together again.
—
Jooyoung was confident, so saying something directly to someone's face was nothing unusual for him. He wasn't afraid to appear stupid or absent-minded when asking questions. This trait helped him make many acquaintances. If someone managed to catch his attention, he would do everything he could to achieve mutual communication. And with this, he broke down the cold walls of Sieun, who behaved as if he were untouchable.
Sieun was a neighbour's boy whom he had met back in his old secondary school. The boy himself was almost a carbon copy of him, from his facial features to his height. Of course, there were some differences in their
appearance, but people still continued to mistake them for brothers. Jooyoung just chuckled at these comments, while Sieun rolled his eyes in annoyance. Despite such strong differences in their personalities, the two boys became good friends, often spending time together. They shared many memories, including parties and street fights they had to face.
Jooyoung never ceased to amaze Sieun, because on the outside he looked all cute and acted like one, but behind all that was a real two-faced bitch. He was two-faced in the sense that Jooyoung knew how to use his appearance to his advantage - puppy dog eyes and an awkward smile were enough for him to make people believe him.
And one of the special things Jooyoung did in Sieun's presence was not to filter his speech at all.
"Hyung, how long is your boyfriend's dick?"
The older boy choked on his water when the question left his mouth. No, he knew the other guy was open about his personal life, but he certainly didn't expect to be asked about it so suddenly.
Jooyoung began patting him on the back while he coughed his lungs out. "Hey, hey, don't drink your water so fast."
Sieun cleared his throat, looking at him with a confused face. "Why are you even asking such things?!"
Jooyoung pressed his lips into a thin line, not understanding why his question had embarrassed the other man so much. Maybe things were so bad in bed that Sieun didn't even want to think about it?
"Don't tell me its small!" The younger boy yelled and caught his shoulders, shaking him from side to side.
The blood slowly slid to Sieun's ears. The food left on the table was forgotten, leaving only a weak smell of fried rice. Before that, hunger had almost eaten him alive, but now all of it slipped away the moment those words were thrown from his mouth.
"What? No-I mean, l'm not gonna talk with you about it."
"Was it like banana shaped? Or cucumber? Or small like a pepper?"
"Can we stop discussing Seongje's penis?" Sieun cut in, his cheeks already flushed. He removed the other's hands from his shoulders and looked away.
Jooyoung's laughter burst out like a flash — loud and sincere. Before that, he had been in a rather gloomy mood, but when he was with Sieun, he always felt warm, even though ninety percent of the time it was only Jooyoung who did the talking.
"All right, all right, the most important thing is that he doesn't hurt you." Sieun sighed mentally, realising that the interrogation about his sex life with his boyfriend was over.
To change the subject, the older boy began, "What about your relationship with Sugang?"
At this question, Jooyoung rested his hand on his chin, glanced at Sieun, and rolled his eyes. Now was definitely not the time for him to remember that annoying name.
"About that—”
BANG
Loud banging sounds came from the entrance, as if someone was trying to break into the flat. The sound was sharp, even without the usual quiet knock.
"Jooyoung!!! I know you're here!" The voice was loud and sounded angry.
Sieun and Jooyoung exchanged glances, mentally understanding who was standing behind the door. The younger one got up first, backing towards the corridor so that his shouts would not reach the neighbours.
The lock clicked and the door swung open in front of his face. A tall, breathless guy stood in the doorway, wearing his usual expensive coat, but instead of his usual smirk, his face was full of despair, like an abandoned kitten. Sugang, seeing his boyfriend's face in front of him, fell straight to his knees. In his hands he held a lush bouquet of red roses wrapped in white paper. There appeared to be more than fifty buds in the bouquet, and the flowers themselves looked as if they had been bought at the most expensive florist in Seoul.
"Jooyoung, forgive me!" Sugang whined, swallowing his pride. And Seongje, standing behind him, swore that even he had never seen his brother in such a state. He was holding a huge teddy bear and another bouquet, this time with hydrangeas. His twin brother had burst into his room that morning.
His irritated voice had been driving
Seongie crazy since morning, and in the end, Sugang explained his behaviour by saying that his beloved boyfriend had been ignoring him for several days and had blocked him everywhere possible. All because he had messed up when he called Jooyoung too noisy due to his endless chatter, which he immediately regretted. Jooyoung immediately got up, grabbed his backpack, and left the flat, leaving him alone. Sugang simply ignored it and told himself that Jooyoung would get angry and calm down, but in the end, the next morning, he found himself blocked. Even when he came to Jooyoung's flat, he wasn't there, as if he had disappeared. Only then, realising that he was probably hanging out with Sieun, did he make Seongje go with him and help him with the gifts. The second boy certainly did not expect his brother to apologise in such a humiliating position, although he would have done the same for Sieun.
"Yah! You idiot, what are you doing here?!" exclaimed Joyoung, pouting, while behind him stood a shocked Sieun, exchanging glances with Seongje.
"Please, baby, unblock me," Sugang begged, shaking the bouquet. “Okay, I was wrong and I promise it won't happen again."
Jooyoung looked away, pondering his decision. He had planned to torment Sugang a little longer, but his pitiful appearance had already melted his heart. "Jooyoung, take your boyfriend back already. This fucker woke me up at 6AM for THIS." Seongje sighed, clearly tired of holding the huge toy in his arms, which almost covered his entire body.
"All right," Jooyoung relented. "I forgive you, but this is the last time."
He bent down and took his boyfriend's face in his hands to get him up from the cold floor. Sugang looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment. So Jooyoung stroked his face with his thumb and pulled him towards him for a kiss on the cheek.
"You're an idiot," he muttered, without letting go of the other's face.
"I love you too."
"Princess, if you don't kick those two out right now, I'm afraid I'm going to throw up."