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Soobin planned to get wasted tonight.

For the past few weeks, he was faced with nothing but misfortune after misfortune at work. There was a project where he was involved as part of the creative marketing team and he spent countless nights trying to create the perfect branding for their client.

Only for his presentation to get stolen by their fucking team-member, Gweontu, taking all the credit at the day of the meeting. What’s worse is they even got a promotion for it after settling the deal with the client, because of his work, his idea. And Soobin needed that promotion after dedicating years in the company and building an impressive portfolio to back his capabilities up.

Alas, all that effort went down the drain when it became about power dynamics and whatever bullshit Gweontu could pull to spin the story against him if he dared to speak up. Soobin was also well aware how close Gweontu is with the higher ups lately. And he sure knows Gweontu had something to do about the employee that resigned a few days ago, just because they provided a sound argument that challenged his ideas. Soobin is not completely safe in suffering the same fate for that matter. And he hates how telling the truth might potentially cause him his job.

So his frustrations led to the nearby hotel bar around his workplace.

Just thinking about it again pissed him off further, clicking his tongue at his misery. He finished the rest of his glass and put it down with a soft clink at the bar. Soobin raised his finger to call the bartender’s attention for another round. The seats by the bar are only occupied by just a few other people other than him while the rest were busy dancing to the upbeat music. Perfect for him to wallow out fully without having anyone to pester him.

“I’d like another glass of Whiskey on the rocks. Thank you.”

Wasting no time, the bartender whipped up another glass with ice and poured Whiskey on it, then sliding the glass at Soobin’s direction with a smile. Soobin nodded his head as thanks and brought the glass toward his lips, taking big sips and letting the heat of the alcohol line his throat. It was burning, like the built-up rage and grudge he holds against his coworker-now-turned-team-leader.

Besides, Soobin was never fond of drinking alcohol anyways. He only takes two glasses when he’s obliged to for work purposes or social functions, still sober enough to ride the train back home and watch his favorite anime. He never got the chance of testing his threshold so tonight might be the best opportunity to find out. To hell with it, Soobin swore.

He finished his second glass clean and was prompted to order for another one, until someone slid into the seat beside him with a cocktail in their hand. While Soobin was waiting for his drink refill, he snuck a proper glance at the man beside him.

The man was wearing all black except for the silver chain necklace that dangled around his neck, the piercings in his ears, and the striking mix of caramel blonde and black undersides for hair. Any person would first notice that in a quick second, and any person would also notice how he’s quite the looker. Soobin included, of course, who is mostly still conscious of his surroundings paired with a slight haze. Yet not too drunk to ignore how attractive the guy beside him is. Too bad, he was not in the mood for small conversations or hook-ups though.

Soobin looked away when the bartender slid him another glass. With a quick thanks, he drank a few gulps of his Whiskey before deeply sighing. In the midst of dwelling over his depressing state, he frowned when he heard a chuckle from the guy beside him.

“Had a shitty day? It looks like you’re about to kill yourself.”

The stranger blurted then took a sip from his cocktail. The sentence almost shook Soobin to sobriety. It was utterly ridiculous to hear something so vulgar from a stranger no less. So ridiculous it made Soobin laugh and roll his eyes.

“When your job has been a pain in the ass, I might as well. Thanks for the idea.”

He replied sarcastically, taking another drink. Obviously, Soobin wouldn’t do anything of the sort, he is more resilient than that. He planned to imbibe a couple of glasses more, pass out at a hotel room somewhere, wake up with a hangover, and proceed with his 9-5 job the day after. The plans of praying for Gweontu to leave the company will probably follow along the line.

But for now, he drinks.

“What if I can suggest something better?”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Spend the rest of the night with me and you’ll see.”

The stranger leaned in, arm on the bar. His lips spread into a grin as if taking Soobin on for a challenge.

Soobin shook his head with a scoff at the absurdity of where their conversation was going.

“You sure are handsome, but I don’t think I can do hook-ups tonight, sorry.”

“You think I’m handsome?”

They’re confident, Soobin gives them that. Rightfully so when their sharp eyes were paired with those thick lips and defined jawline. Who is he to deny such a fact?

“…Well, yes. Yes I do.”

Soobin admitted, eyes now at the stranger as his half empty glass of Whiskey remained untouched. The man adjacent to him snickered and gently swirled the cocktail in his hand.

“Then wouldn’t it be nice to spend some time with someone like me?”

“You’re awfully confident.”

“And you look horrible here drinking your problems away when I can offer you something way better, way fun.”

It also doesn’t help when they’re dangerously bold. Cunning. Tempting. Drawing Soobin in like a moth to a flame.

“So? How does that sound?”

They pressed further with an open hand now in front of him, offering a handshake. Soobin snorted and stared at the hand momentarily, contemplating whether to take the offer or not. Needless to say, when his liquor courage is in effect, what’s stopping him from tagging along with someone he just met?

It only took a a minute until he goes fuck it. He’ll figure something out later. Distracting himself from his issues at work could do the trick albeit temporarily.

Soobin took the man’s hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Sure, why not.”

Then before he knew it, the guy called the bartender and took a couple of bills out with his free hand. He laid them on the bar and pointed at Soobin, paying for his drinks.

When Soobin was about to retaliate from his tab getting paid, the man tightened the grip that held his hand and dragged him out the hotel bar, squeezing their way through the dancing crowd.

It was almost a blur, Soobin only realized how deafening the music from the speaker was. How crowded the floor became, and how hot it actually is. Yet his gaze is fixed at the back of the man that might turn his miserable night around.

He was dragged to the parking lot and stopped when they reached towards a red car. That was when the stranger released Soobin’s hand to reach for their pocket, taking out their keys to unlock the vehicle.

Without any hesitation, he hopped into the driver’s seat, and rolled the window down. He ushered at the passenger seat with his head, instructing Soobin to do the same.

And perhaps Soobin overestimated himself on this one. He had never done anything like this before. Obviously, neither of them can exactly tell what will happen tonight. Who knows, he could end up on the news the next day!

Soobin was frozen for a couple of seconds, swallowing a thick gulp.

“W-Wait, I don’t even know your name!”

“Oh, my name’s Yeonjun! Now hop in!”

The stranger, who apparently goes by the name Yeonjun, still insisted with an anticipating smile and started the engine. Soobin reluctantly walked to the other side of the car and swung it open.

Before he went in, he leaned down and looked at Yeonjun warily.

“Okay Yeonjun-ssi, if you try anything funny I will punch you and jump out of this car.”

Soobin said that almost sounded like a threat. However, this only earned a loud laugh from Yeonjun, taking it unseriously.

“Now that wouldn’t be nice.”

He responded with a smug expression and placed one hand on the wheel, waiting for Soobin to come in. Soobin deeply inhaled and hopped into the passenger’s seat, closing the door afterwards. Just how impulsive this decision was and yet here he is, sitting beside a guy he barely knows.

Yeonjun glanced at the side mirror and began reversing from their parking spot. Once at the main road, that was when Yeonjun pressed the gas pedal slightly harder, picking up some speed. He even put up a playlist that sets the vibe throughout the drive.

Soobin rolled the car window down and watched at the blinding city lights that passed them, flashing vivid glares that reflected on his glasses. Rows of signboards playing various advertisements were plastered around the city no matter where Soobin looked. And as the car dashed through the city, the bustling people eventually turned into mere shadows from afar.

The midnight breeze would hit his face, blowing strands of his hair away from his forehead. Soobin closed his eyes and let his arm out the window, feeling more of the cool air on his open palm. The first few miles was a peaceful drive with Soobin staring at the remaining outskirts of the city as they drove across a long bridge where a calm river flows below.

Soobin glanced at Yeonjun who consistently kept a smile on his lips whenever he would look at him. Yeonjun returned his gaze briefly then turned back on the road.

“So where are you taking me, Yeonjun-ssi?”

“To the ocean.”

Soobin’s eyes widened as if he didn’t hear that right the first time. The ocean at this hour? He assumed they’ll stop by at a random town or something, but the ocean?

“Isn’t that a bit far from here?”

“A little bit. So let’s pick up the pace, shall we?”

Yeonjun pressed on the gas further and the car rapidly increased in velocity, slightly pushing Soobin back in his seat. He yelped and held at the grab handle above in surprise. The car was practically flying, driving past several vehicles until they became merely dots behind them. The alcohol Soobin drank prior has already done its tour and he can only move at the motion of the car at Yeonjun’s mercy.

“Oh my god, Yeonjun, we're going too fast! I swear to god if we die right here!”

Yeonjun cackled as if Soobin was the one being unreasonable here.

“Dropping formalities already? I’m a good driver, trust me.”

He retorted and gave Soobin a quick wink, a double wink, rather, as a form of assurance. As if the failed wink would work on him. And maybe it did, maybe.

“And you’ve been doing nothing but worry! Let loose!”

Yeonjun exclaimed, swerving on to another lane when there was a car in front of them.

The speed sent shots of adrenaline in his heart and it didn’t take long for Soobin to get used to the momentum. It fueled him with pure excitement. A sense of thrill that his job rarely gives him anymore. And Soobin admits he forgot when was the last time he felt this way. This exhilarating speed at the beat of his heart.  

He suddenly sang along with the lyrics when one of his favorite songs came up. Yeonjun joined in by the chorus and they screamed the next lines like their lives were put on the line, ending with laughter at their stupid shenanigans.

Yeonjun is right, he should let loose. Fuck what tomorrow has to offer because Soobin is having the time of his life right now. Out of impulse, he popped out of the car window with his torso and raised both of his arms up, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Fuck you Gweontu!! Fuck you because you fucking stole my fucking work! I should be the one promoted! Not your stupid arrogant ass who can’t think on his fucking own!!”

Soobin then breathed in and continued,

“And I swear I will be there at your fucking downfall! I will fucking hate you until the day I die! You and all the useless higher ups! Fuck all of you!”

He heavily emphasized each curse word and flipped the air with both middle fingers out. And fuck did screaming to nothingness felt so good. It was liberating. Despite the few cars that would honk at them whenever Yeonjun changed lanes, Soobin did not care in the slightest. His chest felt light after a much needed release.

He flung his head back at the sound of the window rolling down.

“Yeah, that’s right! Fuck you Gweontu, your ass should get fired immediately! Scratch that, all of you should be fired immediately!!”

There was Yeonjun who shouted after him. Soobin laughed at how funny it was when someone who was clearly oblivious to the whole context joined in his one-man protest.    

“What are you doing?”

“Joining you on your cause. Now I know why you were depressed back at the bar.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Says you!”

The car zoomed past a couple of towns through the night. Not a single moment was boring when they both realized how good their chemistry is between their never ending banters and jokes. They bounced off each other so well, neither of them backed down.

It was also so easy for them to talk about anything under the sun. Where Soobin works, what he does, and how he can’t wait to see his dog again when he comes back to his family home in Ansan. In exchange, Soobin learned how Yeonjun is an only child, and how he’s a year older than him, to which Soobin began calling him hyung to the recently gained knowledge.

After a two and a half hour drive, they finally reached their destination. The salty breeze met Soobin as he laid his eyes on the approaching ocean. Yeonjun decelerated his car and parked it on the side of the road. It was nearing 3 AM and no other vehicle was in sight. It was only them and the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore.

Soobin immediately hopped out of the car and ran down the sidewalk to the sand, not caring if his leather work shoes got filled with golden grains. The air was a few degrees colder here than in the city but the remaining heat from the adrenaline kept him warm.

“You actually drove all the way to the ocean!”

He beamed, looking at Yeonjun who was leaning against his car with his arms crossed. A proud smile plastered on his face.

“I mean, I did say where I’m taking you.”

Looking all cool and hot like that, Soobin internally said. He gestured at Yeonjun to come close and the other followed to where Soobin stood.

Soobin took off his shoes and left them on the sand. Both feet submerged in the cold water of the damp shore. The water was freezing and it sharpened his senses wide awake. His shoulders would shudder every time the wind blows. Soobin felt alive.

He saw Yeonjun remove his shoes as well, walking beside him when he stepped closer to the water. This suddenly gave Soobin an idea. With a scheming smile, Soobin crouched down and splashed salt water onto Yeonjun's unsuspecting face.

Yeonjun flicked his head away with a gasp, fringes of hair becoming damp.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

He said, feigning betrayal, before he quickly splattered handfuls of water back to Soobin's face as payback. Soobin took revenge afterwards and it eventually progressed to a full on water fight.  

They never dared to stop until both their faces and shirts got wet. Soobin pointed at Yeonjun laughing when a little bit of his eyeliner got smeared on his cheek.

“So it was never a phase, huh?”

Soobin joked in fits of giggles. Yeonjun rolled his eyes in offense and wiped the stain away on his cheek. Out of nowhere, Yeonjun then abruptly charged at Soobin, planning to catch him and throw water directly at his smug grin.

Unexpectedly, Soobin’s unstable footing led him to lose balance, grabbing on Yeonjun’s shirt out of instinct.

They both fell into the shallow waters with a shriek and got their trousers lightly soaked. Yeonjun shook his head side by side to remove some of the excess water and looked at Soobin in concern.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Yeonjun apologized with furrowed brows. Soobin slowly opened his eyes and was met with the other on top of him. Hovering above Soobin with Yeonjun’s arms each placed on his sides, trapping him in. Soobin gulped at their current position and nodded.  

“Y-Yeah…”

It was all that Soobin was able to mutter as they continued to lock eyes.

Up close, Yeonjun was breathtaking and Soobin got to appreciate more of his beauty. He only noticed how Yeonjun had a mole under his eye, which he thought perfectly suited him. Not only that, Soobin’s eyes unconsciously led him to Yeonjun’s lips. Those plump lips that it almost made Soobin wonder how it’s like to have a taste. Or how he bets those lips have claimed many others before. And Soobin thought they were lucky.

When he realized how long he had been staring at them, he darted back to Yeonjun. Only for the older to have watched his every move, like he got caught in the act. Soobin’s eyes wavered in embarrassment and averted his gaze, just for Yeonjun to draw his chin back in his direction with his hand.

Soobin got instantly lost in Yeonjun’s eyes.

With the quiet waves hitting the shore, Yeonjun gradually leaned in, but stopped when he was an inch away from Soobin's face. The little air between them was replaced by the mingling of their breaths. The pause came as a question, a permission if he could continue. A hint of hesitance behind his soft sigh.

Soobin answered by closing that distance with a kiss, slotting their lips together like perfect puzzle pieces. He wrapped one of his arms around Yeonjun’s neck to bring him closer as they shared a short yet passionate kiss in the middle of a random ocean. Far from the city where only the stars in the sky hold witness. It was as if a romantic scene from a movie unfolded before them and they were the main characters in it.

Yeonjun was the first to break away, he stood up and offered his hand to help Soobin up. The older pulled Soobin in for a whisper that burned Soobin’s ear red.

“Let’s get back to the car.”

Soobin bit his lip and nodded in compliance. Yeonjun didn’t let go of Soobin’s hand as they briskly returned to the car. He unlocked the door when they arrived and got in first, turning the air conditioning on to its warm setting.

To Yeonjun’s surprise, Soobin entered the car by straddling on his lap. Soobin closed the door and removed his glasses, keeping it on one hand as his arms settled on Yeonjun’s nape. Yeonjun wasn’t aware that Soobin had that enticing charm in him. Especially with an angelic face carved to look like heaven itself. A heaven he’s willing to touch, that is.

Well, he is not one to complain when the view in front of him is this inviting. His hands made its way to rest on Soobin’s small waist, and fuck his waist is tantalizingly slutty. Yeonjun had to squeeze them in awe.

All this time, it was hidden underneath that dress shirt like gold waiting to be discovered? Thank god Yeonjun here gets to hold them for the night.

“Can’t wait for more, bunny?”

“Bunny?”

“You look like one to me, do you mind?”

Soobin was taken aback by the sudden drop of pet names. Being called a ‘bunny’ of all things, that was new especially for a tall lean man like him. However, Soobin is not against it, no. Instead, the endearment roused something inside him.

Like a switch being flipped, he shook his head and pressed his lips on Yeonjun’s once more in reply.

The grip on his waist became tighter, and their lips would crave more of each other’s taste. In contrast to the soft kiss they shared at the beach a while ago, this one was way different. It was rougher, heavier, hungrier. Filled with nothing but desire and the growing lust they have at the heat of the moment.

Soobin’s mouth opened for Yeonjun’s tongue to gain entrance, sucking on his own and licking the strings of saliva that would stick on their lips. Their tongues would collide unto each other, battling to gain the upper hand at the crevice of Soobin’s mouth. Soobin’s muffled moan would only get swallowed by Yeonjun, devouring him with enthusiasm.

Yeonjun moved on to Soobin’s neck, leaving feathery kisses which evoked a soft gasp from Soobin’s now glazed lips. The older sucked and nibbled the flesh on the junction of his neck, placing shallow hickeys that wouldn't last the next day.

While Yeonjun was busy, Soobin rolled his hips instinctively at the bulging erection beneath him. It was poking on his ass as if it was begging for attention. The movement only elicited groans from the both of them, and Yeonjun would bite his neck in arousal.

Soobin cursed under his breath as he melted when he continued to grind his hips. Shortly, Yeonjun guided Soobin’s waist on his hard-on to chase more of that sweet, sweet friction as he captured Soobin’s lips again.

One of his hands would remain gripping at his waist, while the other explored more of Soobin’s milky skin under his shirt, leaving blazing trails as the warmth would spread upon Yeonjun’s touch. The dampness of his skin was easily replaced by the burning sensation of Yeonjun’s fingers.

He would tease at his protruded bud, pinching them. And Soobin’s hips would stutter, a hand squeezing on Yeonjun’s shoulder.

They spent the next couple of minutes heavily making out paired with the unfaltering grind of their hips. Their hands travelled every inch on each other amidst rubbing their clothed cocks.

This would gradually render them desperate for more. Both wanting another dose of that skin, to savor more of that carnal desire.

Yeonjun licked the drool at the corner of Soobin’s mouth and exhaled against his lips.

“Wait, fuck, I don't think I have condoms or lube with me right now.”

Yeonjun confessed while checking the compartment just to be sure. Seeing neither, he cursed at the bad timing. He ran out just when he fucking needed it the most. More so when there's a bunny in heat on top of him.

He gave Soobin’s hips a few pats, signaling him to (unfortunately) get off from his lap. And Yeonjun swore he heard a soft whine in protest that shot straight to his groin. He gave Soobin a quick peck on the lips before pulling the gear shift back to drive.

He put both hands on the wheel and huffed to momentarily collect himself.

“I know a decent motel nearby, let’s continue there.”

“O-okay, just, just hurry.”

“You don't have to tell me twice, bunny.”

*

Yeonjun might consider participating at the Grand Prix with how fast they arrived at the motel. They got to book a room and bolted the second they received their keycard.

Once they entered the room, they instantly crashed both of their lips by the door, impatience clearly taking over them. Yeonjun threw his shirt away and Soobin unbuttoned his own as they clumsily walked to the bed without separating their greedy lips apart.

Yeonjun took the condoms and lube they bought at the lobby from his pocket and threw them on the bed. He then pushed Soobin by the chest and let him fall onto the mattress next.

In surprise, Soobin whimpered, whimpered, as his head hit the pillow. Soobin covered his mouth at the noise that escaped from his lips. He found it embarrassing that his voice would reach a high pitch from only being pushed. It was as if he had gotten too needy that he turned sensitive just from the force.

Yeonjun inserted himself between Soobin’s legs. He was quick to notice the younger covering half of his face with the back of his hand, hence he removed them to see Soobin’s current facial expression. He took a short minute to admire the bare erotic view before him.

“You really are so pretty.”

Yeonjun muttered under his breath and Soobin’s cheeks flushed in a bright shade of red. Aside from being flustered, he couldn't believe a simple word could heighten his arousal further. It seems Yeonjun was pressing all the right buttons that keep Soobin on the edge, anticipating for what's next.

The older began plastering kisses and kittenish licks on Soobin’s chest, earning a gentle tug on his hair in return. Yeonjun’s hands would unbutton the other's trousers and strip them off, leaving Soobin with nothing but his boxer shorts on. He palmed Soobin’s bulge while his tongue played with one of his nipples.

Soobin sucked air through his teeth at the stimulation. He bucked his hips to rut against Yeonjun’s palm, precum staining his boxers that begged for more. For more than what he had to endure back at the car while Yeonjun drove to the motel.

Blame him for being this restless when they had to stop in the middle of something good.

“Fuck, hyung, just get on with it…”

“Looks like someone couldn't wait.”

Yeonjun smirked and grabbed the lube, tearing it with his teeth and generously coating his fingers. He removed the last article of clothing away and gave Soobin’s throbbing cock a few generous pumps, spreading a mix of lube and his precum down to his shaft.

Simultaneously, one finger prodded around Soobin’s entrance, slowly inserting inside. Soobin sharply gasped as he continued plunging his fingers in and out, adding another digit in between to further stretch him out.

As the older hastened his speed, Soobin’s hips would tremble at every drag of Yeonjun’s fingers around his walls. His slender fingers consistently grazed his prostate that left Soobin a panting mess by the time Yeonjun was done.

Yeonjun pulled his painfully stiff dick out, giving himself a few long strokes before wearing a condom. He lined the tip on Soobin’s rim and slowly entered his hole. Soobin shut his eyes at the slight sting, biting on his already swollen bottom lip as it’s been a while since the last time he had sex from being so busy.

Once Yeonjun was halfway in, he grunted at how tight Soobin’s walls would clench down on him, almost making him lose the last bit of control he barely has.

“You're so fucking tight, relax for me a bit...”

He uttered while he leaned in for another kiss to help Soobin be at ease, penetrating the rest of his cock until he bottomed out. He stayed fully sheathed, embracing the heat before Yeonjun began moving at a steady pace. Mindful of causing more pain to the other as he watches the distortion on Soobin’s face.

Eventually, Soobin got used to the rhythm. The pain overridden with pleasure. His figure rocked back and forth on the bed in motion. His brows turned furrowed as his lips fell agape, soft moans escaping at each thrust.

Without warning, Yeonjun transitioned from thrusting to ramming his hips more forcefully. Soobin jerked and arched his back, his knuckles turning white from clinging onto the sheets like his life depended on it.

“Hyung..!”

Yeonjun started doing him more mercilessly, reeling Soobin’s waist in to meet every slam of his hips with his strong grip. The rhythm now purely driven with the intention to rail Soobin to the point of no return. His thick cock would hit all the right spots that forced a series of mewls out of Soobin’s pretty mouth.

Soobin felt so, so overwhelmingly good that it almost scared him. And Yeonjun would hear his name being uttered a hundred times like a prayer throughout the night. They relinquished to each other’s temptations while the city was in deep slumber, with reckless abandon and a tinge of intimate passion.

The plethora of their moans and the slapping of their skin bounced off the walls as they fucked until the break of dawn. Soobin already lost count of how many times he came, mind clouded with nothing but the drill of Yeonjun’s cock inside him and the quiver of his thighs. By the time they were done, Yeonjun collapsed on top of Soobin as they both chased for their breaths.

“You’re fucking amazing, Soobin.”

Yeonjun whispered between pants, spending the remainder of his energy with languid kisses. He shifted on the side of the bed, an arm clasping on Soobin’s shoulders to bring him closer to his chest. Pulling him in for a cuddle.

Strange, Soobin doesn't remember if he ever told Yeonjun his name.

He probably told him on the drive to the ocean, or maybe to the motel. Surely, Soobin might have introduced himself during the whole night he spent with someone he was barely acquainted with.

With drowsiness taking over him, he quickly brushed it off and fluttered his eyes closed.

*

The morning after, Soobin woke up with the sight of nothing but white wrinkled sheets in front of him that now turned cold. Yeonjun is gone.

Soobin momentarily stared at the empty side of the bed, blinking his eyes thinking if any of what transpired last night was real. Unfortunately, the stinging pain in his hips was proof enough that it indeed happened. Soobin slowly propped himself up from the bed, hair entirely disheveled, and eyes red and swollen from all the tears. At this rate, anyone could tell that he was fucked out from a steamy night.

“Not in the mood for hook ups my ass...”

He rubbed both hands on his face as he grumbled to himself. Voice hoarse because of his dry throat as if he inhaled the sand from the beach they went to. Soobin looked to his left and there was a bottle of water and a note placed on the bedside table.

He took the small piece of paper and read what was on it.

‘I had to go on ahead because something came up, sorry. Dont worry, I extended the time so you can leave whenever

Thank you for spending the night with me. I hope you’ll feel better with your work and everything :)

(P.S. I will never forget this)

- Yeonjun’

“Wow, he has horrible handwriting.”

Is what Soobin first thought of upon reading. He chuckled and folded the note, keeping it in his hand.

Not to mention, Soobin was clueless about what he signed up for in the first place. Definitely not the impulsive drive as if they were racing against the evanescence of time. The fleeting yet oddly comforting conversations. The unexpected trip to the ocean.

Most importantly, neither the kiss nor the sex was in Soobin's mind when he agreed to join Yeonjun. And god the sex was insane more than Soobin cared to admit.

As if on cue, the night they shared suddenly replayed, memories still as crystal clear together with the feeling. Soobin’s skin nearly felt lonely without the hands or lips that once roamed all over his body on this very bed. Overall, their chemistry was off the charts. Their little rendezvous can undoubtedly attest to that. It was unforgettable.

Scratch that, it was the best night Soobin had in his entire life thus far. Shocking that he experienced it from a stranger no less.

A beautiful stranger named Yeonjun.

— 𖧵×𖧵 —

Like clockwork, Soobin found himself at the same boring desk, typing away on his laptop. The weekend was over in a flash and he was back to his mundane routine: waking up early, ride the subway to his office, work until the sun goes down, send subtle glares at Gweontu (he almost got caught once), and go home to play League if he's lucky enough to have the time. Otherwise, he would just watch the next few episodes of the show he was currently in. And the same cycle would repeat for the next consecutive weeks.

The only difference is, a certain someone would pester his mind while working. As more days went by, the stronger it grew, plaguing Soobin. Like a stubborn ghost that haunts him even at his home.

It goes without saying, Yeonjun never left his mind afterwards. Soobin wants to return back to that evening and do everything all over again. He keeps recalling each moment over and over like a broken record. Everything felt like a dream he wished never ended. If only there was a way to extend the time they had, he would do so in a heartbeat.

At the end, Soobin was glad he rode on Yeonjun’s car despite feeling like a wreck of nerves. The only thing he regretted was that he was unable to ask for his number or socials. Soobin would be lying if he said he did not have the urge to find Yeonjun again. He even sometimes wished to meet him coincidentally on the streets in hopes of another fateful encounter.

There's just something about him that left a lasting impression on Soobin. As if Yeonjun is the sweetest drug out there that got Soobin hooked instantly. It got him wanting for more, pulling him at the palm of his hands. The entirety of Yeonjun fuels him with curiosity.

Soobin closed his laptop and glanced at the clock, the time nearing 5 PM. He stretched his arms out and started fixing his things. He grabbed his bag and bowed his head to his co-workers on the way out.

On the very first floor of their building, Soobin would frequently visit their office’s built-in cafe. Despite the bitterness Soobin has against his department, he admits that their building features a lot of great facilities and benefits. Frankly, it was one of the few reasons why Soobin decided to still stay at his job. If he had to endure one annoying stuck-up asshole in their department, then so be it.

Soobin entered the cafe, resulting in a soft chime of the bell when he pulled the door open. The waft of freshly roasted coffee beans immediately met his nose. Most of the tables were already occupied with scattered cups and plates of various pastries. The place was packed with fellow employees either on their laptop working or speaking on their phone, assumingly still about business matters.

He went in line and looked at the menu while he waited for his turn. A quick refreshing peach iced tea sounds nice for a guy who isn't a fan of coffee. He ordered the drink for takeout when it was his turn on the counter and paid with his card.

Soobin patiently stood near the section where they serve the drinks, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. When his name was finally called, he returned to the counter to grab his iced tea. He looked up to thank the barista until he caught a glimpse of another person at the back, seemingly mixing a smoothie of some sort using the blender.

That was when his hand froze, eyes squinting as an attempt to sharpen his focus. His brain could actually be fooling him at how much he’s so occupied by the thoughts of that stranger lately.

“No way…”

However, Soobin swore he could recognize that hair color combination anywhere, even from behind. Surely, how much of a coincidence it would be for another person to have the same caramel blonde fading into black? The same hairstyle, nonetheless? It was too much of a resemblance for Soobin to ignore.

“Yeonjun hyung?”

And that was when the figure behind flinched, shoulders raised as if they had been spooked. Soobin stepped aside, anticipating with a slight lean and his arm placed on the counter. Although the figure did not move an inch in response, his back was still facing Soobin.

Soobin was starting to realize that he might be mistaken. Calling a barista the wrong name out loud, Soobin could actually be going crazy. He felt so embarrassed that he considered changing cafes starting tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the barista who handed him his iced tea was still in front of him, watching everything unfold. He then turned around at their coworker and then back at Soobin, connecting the dots in his head. In assistance, the barista, who goes by ‘Taehyun’ on their nameplate, went to the person Soobin called out to and poked their shoulder. He pointed at Soobin with his thumb while they shared a conversation that he was unable to discern.

Finally, the figure pivoted, revealing the unforgettable face of someone Soobin got himself enticingly tangled with weeks ago. The hair, the mole under his eye, the strong arms that once held his waist, his thick lips.

He was right, it is Yeonjun.

More surprisingly, Soobin wondered why he never once noticed Yeonjun from all the instances he bought from the cafe, or all the times he dined in for minor work purposes.

Perhaps he was a new hire, or perhaps he was always busy on his phone. Or, Soobin was just too fucking blind to ignore someone as handsome as him working up drinks for customers at the back.

Regardless, he had not a single clue. What’s more important is, they crossed paths again.

“Ah, S-Soobin! Hi, nice seeing you here.”

“Wow, it’s actually you, hyung. I didn't know we had the same workplace!”

Soobin exclaimed in disbelief. Who would've known that Yeonjun was closer to him than he thought. Both employed at the same building, no less. Deep inside, this knowledge filled Soobin with delight. This meant that he could meet Yeonjun more often, maybe strike a conversation or two and see where it goes. Maybe slip in a flirtatious remark and try taking him out for drinks if he was brave enough.

“I, I know, crazy huh..?”

Yeonjun chuckled then glanced at the endless line by the counter, implying yet another busy late afternoon of parched employees. He was forced to cut their small talk short.

“Uh, I’m still on my shift though, as you can see. Maybe another time?”

“Oh! Right, I’m sorry for disturbing you. It was nice seeing you again, hyung. I’ll come back tomorrow then.”

Soobin stammered, swiftly bowing his head in apology. Before he could take any more of Yeonjun’s time, he shook the drink in his hand as thanks on the way out. Yeonjun gave him a small wave then returned to his station to tend with the piling orders.

Outside, Soobin was still processing on what occurred. Yeonjun works as a barista at the cafe in his building.

He paused on a random street, Soobin had to repeat the same words to fully comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

Again, Yeonjun, the guy who gave him the best night to remember, who he also hooked up with, works at his go-to cafe in the building. Of all places. The very same Yeonjun.

He was almost convinced that it was fate. Soobin—who considered himself as pragmatic—never believed in such a concept until today. That after weeks of having the thought of him living in his head rent free, meeting him again felt like destiny.

Soobin barely fought the smile that escaped his lips along with the quiet flutter of his heart. On the way home, he can’t wait for tomorrow to come. Finally, something he can look forward to and break away from his boring routine.

*

The idea came to a crushing halt when Yeonjun suddenly became difficult for Soobin to grasp. When Soobin visited the cafe after work the next day, Yeonjun was nowhere to be found. He called in sick, or so that was what Taehyun, one of the baristas, told him when Soobin kindly asked.

The day after, Soobin tried again after work. Only to find out that Yeonjun apparently took the morning shift. And the same pattern would ensue for the next couple of days. Likewise, it was always Taehyun that would give him yet another different reason for Yeonjun’s absence. Soobin safely assumed that the two are close friends.

At this point, Soobin was unaware of the game Yeonjun was playing. Initially, he thought the other was playing hard to get. How his unpredictability would keep Soobin on his toes just for the fun of it. Eventually, it dawned on Soobin that maybe Yeonjun was actively avoiding him for reasons he couldn’t find the answers to.

It brought him back to his first impression of Yeonjun, how he fuels Soobin with curiosity.  

And it didn’t matter how many iced teas or iced mocha it took for Soobin until Yeonjun waltzed in on a weekend afternoon. He has no assignments at the office during weekends, and Soobin took the opportunity to do his leftover report at the cafe. There were currently a few people, and he purposely chose to sit facing the entrance while he awaited for this day to arrive.

More so his hunch proved him right, Yeonjun was avoiding him when the older stopped in his tracks as their eyes met. Yeonjun subtly averted his eyes and entered the staffroom to prepare for his shift.

Truthfully, the avoidance only confused Soobin.

Given that they had no past connections except for that one evening to receive such unwarranted behavior. Then what was the note Yeonjun left for? Talking about their time together being unforgettable then acting like nothing happened when he saw Soobin.

Were the written words merely a form of last minute sweet nothings? How about their conversations in the car? The ocean? Was Yeonjun just being courteous and accommodating to make him feel better?

He shouldn’t have bothered if that were the case. They could have gone straight to a hotel than waste hours driving to who knows where. So Soobin would not be under the false pretense that he has a chance to properly get to know Yeonjun if the opportunity rises. Or, to return the favor by thanking him with drinks at least.

Yet he digressed. Soobin decided to give Yeonjun the benefit of the doubt for now.

Soobin adjusted his glasses with his middle finger. He would glance at Yeonjun as he typed on his laptop. He watched while the other fully engrossed himself at the counter with his back turned on him. And Yeonjun would spend the next hours doing absolutely everything except sparing a single glance towards Soobin’s direction.

Soobin stayed at the cafe and even slowed down typing. On some occasions, he played on his phone to prolong his work and give himself the lame excuse of delaying his report. Countless people had come and gone to the cafe, and the customers Soobin were with in the afternoon left hours ago already. Amidst all, he was still there, ordering another pastry to extend his stay.

With half an hour left before closing, there were no more customers left, except for Soobin who finished his report that could have been easily done hours ago. That, and the glaring daggers targeted at him from across the counter.

The irked stare came from none other than Yeonjun. From his peripheral view, he saw the other remove his apron and toss it on the counter. Soobin bounced his leg on the floor and chewed on his bottom lip out of nervousness. Trying his best to feign nonchalance, he opened a random document on his laptop and pretended to read the contents.

Concurrently, Yeonjun exited through the partition door at the counter and stormed to where Soobin was seated. Soobin’s determination knew no bounds, yes, and he is starting to regret that. Getting banned from the cafe permanently doesn’t seem that farfetched anymore.

Suddenly, Yeonjun slammed both hands on the table and sat at the opposite end of Soobin.

“Am I on booty call? Why are you still here like you own the place, are you pent up?”

Yeonjun confronted and all Soobin could do was choke on his saliva, flabbergasted.

“W-what? No!”

“Don't you have work at your office or something?”

“I'm actually not required to go today. I just decided to do some remote work here.”

“Then what’s your deal? I heard you’ve been at this cafe for more than a week straight.”

“I wanted to ask if I can take you out for drinks as thanks for, you know, last time…”

Yeonjun scanned left and right then leaned in, face serious. His hands were clasped together in a prayer with a deep sigh.

“Soobin, look, I thought we were on the same page that what happened between us was a one time thing.”

Despite the circumstance, Yeonjun sure made him feel special with just a single night at his disposal. Who could’ve thought Soobin would be this easily swooned that it led him to heedlessly chase the sparks between them. That he was inclined to believe they matched each other too well to simply bypass. He pursed his lips, his dimples showing.

“I know that, but I'm interested in getting to know more about you.”

Yeonjun gave Soobin a deadpan expression, unimpressed. It was as if he heard the exact line countless times in the past. And the line uttered by several others won’t move him just the same. Unfortunately, Soobin might be no different.

“Okay, I think it's time for you to lea–”

“No–wait! Then…is the offer still on the table?”

“What?”

“Your, your booty call.”

“Oh.”

Yeonjun was stunned. Now that was a first. By this stage, he expected Soobin would have given up by now, not bite on his sarcastic remark. At the back of his mind, Soobin was an enigma to him.

Meanwhile, Soobin was not pent up nor was he in the slightest feeling horny. He was simply put, being desperate. He was grasping for straws that could extend their interaction longer. Although Soobin would have preferred an entirely different scenario, he was at his wit’s end and that apparently seemed to do the trick.

Soobin knew he was probably acting like that one annoying ex who could not take the hint. And Yeonjun definitely saw him like any other hook-up that lasted while it was fun.

But speaking to Yeonjun only ignited the fire inside him stronger. Some may call it recklessness, although to Soobin it was sheer tenacity. He was determined to prevent Yeonjun from escaping again the moment he finally got a hold of him.

It took several minutes for Yeonjun to come up with a reply. He licked his lips while the younger looked at him patiently, his timidness almost seeping through. Well, he did ask if he was on booty call and Soobin took that seriously. Is he someone to back down when it got them this far? A part of Yeonjun wanted to test how much further Soobin can keep this up. How far this naive bunny in front of him can commit to this before he runs away.

“I guess you are pent up after all.”

Then Yeonjun leaned in enough to reach Soobin’s ear for a breathy whisper.

“Wait for me outside, I'll have to wrap up here first.”

That was all it took for Soobin to shakily exhale and obey. As the cafe reached its closing time, he stood up and grabbed his things. He was outside leaning against the glass exterior with arms crossed and his foot tapping on the ground. It was beyond his wildest dreams to even suggest such an idea in the first place, and yet here he is.

The chime from the bell rang, and he was met with Yeonjun by the door. He was in his casual clothes. A grey unzipped hoodie exposing his white tank top underneath without the apron and his nameplate on anymore, paired with dark washed out jeans. Even after a whole shift, Yeonjun still looked attractive. Soobin briefly thought it was unfair.

“I know, uhm, somewhere…we could go to…”

Soobin meekly suggested, which took a lot of courage more than he was willing to admit. He was struggling to face the current reality he was in. At this rate, Soobin ought to leave his fate to luck. He prayed for something good to come out of it at least.

Yeonjun tittered and shoved both hands in his pocket.

“Lead the way, then.”

*

Soobin brought Yeonjun to the third floor of the building. Its hallways mostly deserted as it was filled with rooms for storage purposes. In each room are shelves of dusty file archives and towers of boxes. Even Soobin never comes by unless necessary.

Despite that, there are restrooms located by the end of the hallway. And currently, the two locked themselves in one of the vacant cubicles. It was surprisingly well maintained and clean for a desolate floor.

“Can’t believe you know a decent spot for quickies in this building.”

Yeonjun joked, amazed to discover such a place to exist as he was not authorized to carelessly tour the other floors due to his job at the cafe.

“People rarely come here, that’s all. And I…figured this is the nearest place.”

Soobin answered casually, eyes darting away from Yeonjun.

With the intended change of location, they sure only talked so far. Yeonjun was compelled to do something before the awkwardness rolled in. They were here for another reason after all. He sighed and gently tugged Soobin by the hips until their bodies were pressed together. He rubbed teasing circles on Soobin’s waist with his thumb.

“Impatient much?”

“That’s…”

Soobin trailed off, words stuck in his throat when Yeonjun’s face inched in closer. With a hand now cupping Soobin’s cheek, he was captivated with Yeonjun’s lack of hesitation, shutting him up like this effortlessly. As if that wasn’t enough, Yeonjun took Soobin’s glasses off, folding and clasping it by the collar of his white blouse.

Even after days of his pursuit, he ended up forgiving Yeonjun in his head. With a face like that, Soobin is willing to let him off the hook just this once. The questions can be saved for later.

“Are kisses okay with you?”

“I mean, we did make out in your car, hyung. So yes.”

Yeonjun thought it was amusing that Soobin still had the guts to be cheeky.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask again.”

And just like that, their lips found themselves united once more. The taste of which Yeonjun knows too well to forget in addition to the waist that was immensely irresistible not to hold. Soobin naturally closed his eyes and moved his lips to match his pace, slowly getting immersed in Yeonjun's lips.

But compared to that night, Soobin was not imbibed with alcohol courage for his own boldness to take effect. His figure was quite stiff, flailing arms on both sides as he took in Yeonjun’s kisses, acting as though it was his first. He was wary on where to put his hands on, or if it was even okay for him to do so considering what occurred prior.

His train of thought was interrupted when Yeonjun slotted his knee between his thighs without warning. Soobin moaned in between kisses, an arm seeking abode on one of Yeonjun’s biceps. He faltered when Yeonjun applied more pressure on his crotch, his erection slowly bulging from the confines of his pants. Thankfully, Yeonjun’s hold was firm enough to keep Soobin in place without buckling his legs and dropping towards the ground.    

His reaction warranted their lips to briefly part, giving Soobin only a few seconds to catch his breath before Yeonjun would chase for it again. As if the older had no intentions but to keep Soobin’s lips busy until it would turn plump and red. Yeonjun knocked his tongue on Soobin’s teeth, begging to come in. Soobin’s jaw grew slack in reply, enough for their tongues to intertwine until their saliva fused into one.

Driven by the arousal, Soobin hesitantly rocked his hips against Yeonjun’s thigh, soft whines escaping him. Yeonjun broke away from their kiss, a string of saliva in between.

Soobin opened his eyes half-lidded, biting his bottom lip as Yeonjun dragged him by the waist for Soobin to continue grinding. Assuring him that it was okay to move, to let go and ride along the pleasure.

Yeonjun played with the button of his pants and Soobin undeniably grew hot and heavy under his piercing eyes. His gaze turned Soobin on so, so bad. It was intoxicating.

“Just so you know, we’re not going all the way, bunny.”

“That again…”

Soobin mumbled, yet the distance of their faces betrayed him. Yeonjun heard it loud and clear.

“So you hate it?”

Yeonjun asked as he pulled the zipper on Soobin’s pants halfway, stopping to wait for his reply. Like last time, Soobin shook his head.

If anything, he has learned to like it ever since.

“I don’t.”

Yeonjun smirked at the answer. As if on cue, Yeonjun unzipped his trousers completely, with Soobin’s aching erection lining the fabric of his boxers. He cupped Soobin’s bulge with intent and finally removed them from his underwear. Soobin sharply gasped as the cold air met his already leaking cock.

By this time, both of Soobin’s hands were essentially on Yeonjun’s shoulders for support. Yeonjun spat on his palm before wrapping his fingers on Soobin’s flushed dick. Yeonjun’s hand started moving from the base of his shaft up to his tip, spreading precum mixed with spit on his length. His grip turned firmer while pumping Soobin’s cock, thumbing his slit as it reached the top.

Soobin tried to stifle his moans as much as possible, just in case the one out of ten chances of someone else entering would happen. Yeonjun jerked his hand faster, forcing Soobin’s head to fall on his shoulder in surrender. Eventually, the grunts would leak from his lips, echoing within the cubicle they are in.

Before he got lost to the pleasure, Soobin’s hand squeezed on Yeonjun’s arm.

“Hyung, you should–yours too…”

Soobin muttered between huffs, his hand travelling from Yeonjun’s shoulder to his jeans. His fingers would brush against Yeonjun’s evident hard-on, trying to get a hold of his zipper blindly.

Soobin cannot allow that he was feeling good alone. He would rather indulge in the pleasure together so it would be less embarrassing for him than it is.

On the other hand, Yeonjun found the overall gesture adorable. Who was Yeonjun kidding, his cock was suffocating in his jeans, begging to be touched as well.

In compliance, his other hand guided Soobin’s fingers to his crotch then on his zipper, urging Soobin to pull it down himself. With a small, choked groan, Soobin did exactly that and finally freed Yeonjun’s hard cock. Soobin’s fingers folded around his length and began giving him long consecutive strokes.

Both of their hands hastened the pace and Yeonjun bumped his forehead onto Soobin’s, staring at his pretty face plastered with ecstasy. Their heavy breaths filled the four corners of the cubicle with their faces only a hair’s breadth away.

At the flick of Yeonjun’s wrist and the swipe of his thumb, Soobin was getting close. The speed of Soobin’s hand shifted to an irregular rhythm, struggling to keep up as a result.

Yeonjun took initiative and girdled their cocks together in their hands, adding in a few more fast strokes that only pushed Soobin’s orgasm to a close. The contact of their fervid cocks was too lewd for Soobin to ignore, paired with the squelching sounds their hands made. As the coiling heat formed in his abdomen, he let out a forced moan as strings of white ropes shot out. He endured the next few seconds twitching at the overstimulation when Yeonjun’s hand continued, following his release.

Their hands were coated in translucent white by the time Yeonjun slowed his hand down, riding the rest of his orgasm. Their foreheads remained touched together, the sweat sticking the fringes of their hair in weaves of blonde and black. Both eyes were at each other, with heavy pants that would permeate the air as they slowly regained their breaths.

Afterwards, they took plies of tissue to wipe their hands clean from the mess. Soobin was the first to break away, he wiped the sweat left on his forehead. He looked down and zipped his pants once the strength on his knees returned. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, deep in thought.

Now what?

Nevertheless, the post rush of blood in his veins took control of his next course of action.

“I don’t get why you were avoiding me but…”

“I wasn’t–”

Before Yeonjun could argue, Soobin raised his finger that interrupted him from speaking. He searched for his phone in his bag that was long on top of the closed toilet seat. A few taps after and he showed his phone to Yeonjun, his personal contact information displayed on the screen.

“In exchange, it would be your turn to text me if you want a booty call.”

He then tilted his head to Yeonjun’s pocket, implying to take his phone out.

This alone was a complete blind shot at the dark. Yeonjun could simply turn him down, firmly reject him, and that will be the last time Soobin would show his face around Yeonjun. To him, this risk was the only card he could play in order to stay in Yeonjun’s orbit.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun might have underestimated what Soobin is capable of. Yeonjun only ought to teach Soobin a lesson. He was wrong to assume that after doing this, it could, should, knock some sense on Soobin’s head. That getting involved with him would cause trouble. He couldn’t care less if Soobin were to think that Yeonjun was only in it for the sexual gratification after this. Suppose if he chose to disobey Soobin.

However, Yeonjun could only stare at the screen. No words would come out of his mouth. Not even a rejection. He was debating in his mind at such a tempting offer while a part of him thinks this could dig a deeper hole for himself. He then glanced at Soobin, his eyes looking straight at him.

Yeonjun gulped.

Soobin was just tremendously alluring to refuse. He would understand why Eve took a bite on that apple if temptation takes in the form of the very being in front of him.

Shakily, his hand took the phone out of his pocket and typed in Soobin’s number on his contact list. As proof, Yeonjun even revealed his screen to Soobin. And that was where Soobin saw his number was listed under the name of ‘stubborn bunny’ with a rabbit emoji at the end.

Soobin let out the breath of relief he did not realize he was holding and smiled.

“Just message me whenever, hyung.”

He adjusted his blouse and wore his glasses again. He took his bag and unlocked the cubicle, leaving first.

He certainly learned a thing from Yeonjun when they first met at the bar. To let loose and see where it leads him. And this was the path Soobin willingly chose. His only hope is for that path to branch into better possibilities.

— 𖧵×𖧵 —

Yeonjun already knew of Soobin long before they met at the bar.

It was a slow day at the cafe and Yeonjun was wiping the counter clean when the bell softly chimed. His head turned to the door out of habit when a man so tall and neat walked into the cafe. He was wearing a striped blue button up with his rolled up sleeves that revealed his forearms. The tie was shoved in his breastpocket and he had black-rimmed glasses. And behind those glasses was a face with soft features but still has that edging charm to him.

Yeonjun was starstruck.

Later that day, he learned that his name was Soobin when Taehyun served his cup.

From then on, his eyes would naturally follow Soobin around the cafe, even beyond the glass where Yeonjun could get a quick glimpse of Soobin leaving the building that would vary between late in the afternoon or past 8 PM. Whenever he ordered at the cafe, he would steal the drink from Taehyun’s hand to earn the chance to call his name outloud.

In return, Soobin would mostly be on his phone whenever he took the drink, or spare him a glance with a small ‘thanks’ before he departed. It was funny how Soobin never paid him any mind, but that was all Yeonjun did. Nothing more. He only meant to admire Soobin from afar.

So imagine his surprise seeing Soobin hunched over at the bar drinking alone.

He was there to celebrate Kai’s birthday, his friend from college since they graduated under the same department. It was him, Taehyun, and Kai gathered at a round high-top table near the bustling dancefloor with their newly served alcohol.

“What's a bunny doing here?”

Yeonjun mused, eyes fixed at the back of the regular he found cute at the cafe. His so-called ‘eye candy’ who kept him motivated at his boring barista job. Taehyun discerned where Yeonjun was facing and instantly recognized the familiar figure.

“Wait, isn't that your work crush, hyung?”

Kai looked out of curiosity as well. He gasped and slapped Yeonjun's biceps several times in glee.

“Hyung, do me a fucking favor and approach him right now. It would be the best birthday present you could ever give me.”

“You're being ridiculous.”

“What’s this? Sounds like you're being a pussy.”

“And I bet that Yeonjun hyung won't talk to him throughout the night then he’ll cry to me about it at work.”

Taehyun instigated, knowing that it was more than enough to piss Yeonjun off and take the bait. Out of spite, Yeonjun took Taehyun’s cocktail from his hand.

“Alright, bet. Happy birthday, Kai! See you guys tomorrow!”

*

For the record, Yeonjun only intended to be spontaneous for the first time in his life. To do something impulsive and thrilling from all the years breaking his back working. A change in routine. He had not a clue if Soobin was also interested in men for that matter but the gods were on his side that day when Soobin showed interest and said yes.

Then the rest was blissful history. Once morning came, Yeonjun pried his eyes wide open and got up in panic. Like he just got sober but from the shots of adrenaline. He glanced at the person beside him who was soundly asleep under the covers. Soobin was not yet awake and just the same, he looked insanely pretty.

He took a mental picture of Soobin’s features, starting from his lips down to his eyelashes that cast shadows on his cheeks, face embellished with a peaceful expression. In Yeonjun’s mind, the events of what ensued throughout the night unraveled.

Speaking of which, it was supposed to be a one-time thing. A fun memory Yeonjun would look back to without regrets, hence the note. He never once predicted how spending it with Soobin was beyond everything than he could possibly imagine.

And they say to never meet your crush or else you'll only be left disappointed. Soobin was the complete opposite, he was everything Yeonjun wanted.

But that’s exactly why he draws a line between them. His aim to further his career and become a choreographer is his current priority. Juggling with his part-time job at the cafe to earn more for lessons, he certainly is not ready to have any sort of relationship with anyone. That includes Soobin. No matter how the idea seemed palpable.

Just when Yeonjun hoped for Soobin to not perceive him as he usually would, that was when he finally took notice of him at the cafe. He almost found it somewhat laughable. He did call in sick the next day, that much was true. But when Taehyun texted him how Soobin asked his whereabouts, that was when his feet turned cold. And since it would be a pain to change workplaces in this current economical state, he took irregular shifts—mostly mornings—to avoid Soobin instead.

Nevertheless, Soobin’s persistence would greatly baffle Yeonjun. He was so stubborn to a fault and it frustrated him at some point. He couldn't grasp what goes on in Soobin’s head at all.

*

“Hyung?”

Soobin called, looking at him in concern. Yeonjun just realized how far his mind wandered until he was brought back to reality.

By the man who was currently on his knees in front of him. On the floor of the same cubicle they were in before.

Of course, it was those very eyes that made it harder for Yeonjun to say no in the first place. His angelic face which led him to save his number. And Soobin’s bold parting words that convinced Yeonjun to text him days after.

Yes, it was also foolish of him when he himself wanted to put down that boundary between them.

Alas, he is merely human who caved in to his own desires in the end. In his defense, he saw it as letting Soobin return the favor for what he did a week ago. Or so that was what he preferred to believe.

“Oh, sorry. I got a bit distracted there, you can continue.”

Yeonjun smiled and ruffled Soobin’s hair in assurance. In doubt, Soobin squinted his eyes, analyzing Yeonjun’s face in search of any answer that would explain his distracted state. Yeonjun being inattentive slightly bothered Soobin. He stared at the other for a minute until he gave up, his lips forming a pout.

“I’ll give you something to focus on, then.”

Soobin remarked. Without breaking eye contact with Yeonjun, his nose brushed along Yeonjun’s thigh, treading towards his groin. Soobin loosened his jaw and mouthed the bulge that slowly hardened between his lips. With his teeth, he pulled the zipper down and tugged Yeonjun’s boxers enough for his dick to fly out. Seemingly with the intent to rile the other up. A breath hitched on Yeonjun’s throat watching it unfold, his hand in a loosened grip on Soobin’s locks of hair.

Soobin wrapped his hand around the shaft for support as he began to lick the tip. Swerving his tongue teasingly on the slit, tasting the precum that glazed on his lips. He parted his lips wider to shove just the tip inside his mouth. Slowly, Soobin bobbed his head about halfway down on Yeonjun’s dick, pausing before his throat delved in deeper until it reached the base of his shaft. Soobin closed his eyes to inhale the musky manly scent, leaving him in a trance.

Yeonjun hissed at the moist warmth of Soobin’s mouth. He gripped Soobin’s hair slightly tighter when the younger started moving his head. It kicked off in a steady rhythm, his tongue snaking the veins on the underside toward the frenulum when his head reached the top. A hand resting on his thigh while the other fondled Yeonjun's tight balls.

A few minutes in, Soobin grew more aggressive. He would drag his mouth to the tip then forcefully dip his head until Yeonjun’s cock hit the back of his throat, taking all of him in. The same repetitive motion caused Yeonjun’s hips to jerk, eliciting a low groan in response. Soobin hollowed his cheeks next, constricting his throat tighter to mold into Yeonjun’s shape.

“Fuck, why are you so good at this…”

Soobin took pride in that, so he hummed in satisfaction.

The rough momentum, the technique, the sight of Soobin’s pretty lips enthusiastically swallowing him whole like he was made to suck cock. All of it puts Yeonjun's thoughts in a haywire. It was pure filth, a view that would burn behind his mind. His brows joined together, his mouth forming a small ‘o’.

“Wait, Soobin, I’m about to cum…”

He warned, biting his lip as the muscles in his thighs grew taut. Yeonjun jolted and threw his head back when Soobin responded by sucking him harder as if it was his last meal on earth. Yeonjun tightly tugged a tuft of Soobin's hair in protest, attempting to pull his dick away so he could at least release outside.

To no avail, Yeonjun was forced to shoot his cum straight in Soobin’s mouth with a grunt. Cursing under his breath as Soobin finally let go of his lips with a pop. With his eyes shut close, Yeonjun slowly regained his breath.

His little composure returning to his senses, Yeonjun met Soobin’s stare with his cheeks slightly puffed up. Yeonjun exhaled and placed his open palm in front of Soobin's chin out of guilt for cumming in his mouth.

Soobin was unmoved, his eyes still on Yeonjun.

“No, you wouldn’t.”

Yeonjun insisted.

But if there’s one thing about Soobin, it's that he likes to prove people wrong out of spite. He took it as a taunt and swallowed every single drop until no more was left in his mouth. To tease the other further, he stuck his tongue out for Yeonjun to see.

“Just did.”

“You're really something else.”

“Thanks. Still distracted?”

“Not anymore obviously.”

Yeonjun retorted in defeat which made Soobin chuckle. The younger stood up and gave Yeonjun’s lips a quick peck.

“I’ll text you this time, hyung.”

At this rate, this might develop into a bad habit. The more Yeonjun knows about Soobin, the more it will get dangerous for him.

— 𖧵×𖧵 —

Against all odds, it has become their regular thing.

If it was Soobin who reached out last time, then it would be Yeonjun for the next and vice versa. You could say their relationship settled on being purely physical under the guise of returning favors. Even so, neither of them said no when the other would message them. Neither of them quit their ongoing pattern. It was as if they were compelled to continue the single chain that links them together.

Again, to “return” the favor.

In contrast to how it brings Soobin hope, it felt like Yeonjun was the embodiment of hypocrisy. In a sense that he was unable to distance himself from Soobin thus far as opposed to the line he wanted to draw between them. If anything, he only enabled the other to keep close.

Needless to say, the common denominator is how they are unable to resist each other. The opportunity to let a little steam off was just too good to pass. It also doesn’t help when their physical compatibility complemented each other so perfectly. Good sex is good sex, and getting drunk from the pleasure only poured more fuel to the fire. Like two dangerous flames dancing along a fine line.

The third floor now became their frequent spot after work. They would either meet by the cafe or near the elevator upon their agreed time. Occasionally, Yeonjun would drive them to a hotel on nights where a simple quickie isn't enough. Or when it gets too heated at the cubicle that they were left with ragged breaths in more want, clothes barely hanging on anymore.

Rarely, Soobin would suggest his place on some days instead, but it would never be at Yeonjun's. As his apartment is said to be far from their workplace, which was obviously an excuse Yeonjun came up with.

One night, they finished after a few rounds at a hotel. Their limbs were tangled on the bed accompanied by the rise and fall of their chests. Soobin, whose waist was pulled in, turned to his side to face Yeonjun.

“Hyung, are you free after this?”

Yeonjun would only sigh and his head would flick away to gaze at the ceiling.

“Soobin.”

One word and Soobin immediately got the message. He simply smiled and nodded.

“You’re right. Next time, then.”

And the more they do it, the braver Soobin gets to ask Yeonjun out. Each attempt may be futile, but Soobin never held it against him at all.

Soobin was always patient, always understanding. Not once did he ask twice, or convince Yeonjun to reconsider. No matter how many times he gets turned down, he'll just have to ask again.

Internally, it boggled Yeonjun to his core. He wondered why a guy like Soobin would relentlessly chase the person he hooked up with once. Soobin is already perfect the way he is from his face, his body, his job, his personality, you name it. Compared to Yeonjun, there are definitely others way better than him, a part-time barista who currently struggles to achieve his dreams.

*

Days later, Yeonjun is still the epitome of being a hypocrite.

He bit his lip as they are once again locked in the same four white walls at a restroom people seldom use. At the third floor where the two have probably spent the most time among all the employees combined in the building.

The same person was on his knees. Where Yeonjun watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed for one thick gulp. For some reason, Soobin kept doing the same thing, swallowing his cum in pure satisfaction without complaints. Acting like Yeonjun’s cum in his mouth is a reward for doing a good job at work.

He could never get used to this, Yeonjun thought.

“Fuck, Soobin, you should really stop doing that.”

“Why? I don't mind since it's yours, hyung.”

He said casually, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb.

“Yeah, well I do,”

But that's the thing, the act was just too intimate for Yeonjun. When Soobin succumbs willingly to whatever Yeonjun does, it drives him insane. It was like Soobin is his and Yeonjun would do everything to avoid entertaining the very thought of it.

“Just spit it out on my hand next time, okay?”

“...Okay.”

Soobin shrugged and he patted his pants as he stood up. He fixed his glasses that ended up skewed on the side as Yeonjun held on to his hair earlier.

“You up for dinner after?”

As expected, Soobin attempted once again in different variations of the sentence but with the intention all the same. And as expected, Yeonjun checked his phone’s calendar and shook his head.

“No, Soobin. I actually have choreography classes after this.”

“Oh, you dance?”

While the question was harmless, it still made Yeonjun hesitate. His eyes wavered at their surroundings, as if he wasn’t supposed to share that piece about himself. In reluctance, he nodded in reply.

“I…yes, I do.”

“Really? That's so cool of you, hyung. I’m sure you worked hard to be a great dancer.”

Yeonjun choked. Who would’ve thought that a compliment would make his heart flutter already. A compliment so simple yet he suddenly felt shy when it came from Soobin.

Most importantly, how Soobin always meant what he said. He was never the one to lie with any malicious intent behind them. Nor was he the type to flood Yeonjun with empty praises just to boost his ego. He was genuine with his words and he would tell them upfront.

What's worse, Yeonjun hates it when Soobin does it while looking him straight in the eye. All the more difficult for Yeonjun to ignore and disregard whatever he says. Soobin’s words forcing its way in Yeonjun’s mind to begrudgingly stay.

That per se only bothered with his feelings that are already in disarray. At the end of the day, Yeonjun did have a crush on Soobin regardless of how shallow his concept of it is. He only decided to lock them away when Soobin reciprocated interest by his advances.

Yeonjun cleared his throat, presumably flustered.

“...T-Thanks.”

*

It was the rare occasion where Taehyun and Yeonjun’s day-off finally matches and they decided to casually hang out at a rooftop pub in the city. Kai immediately followed after he wrapped up producing a song in the works. Yeonjun was gnawing on some skewers in fits of groans while Taehyun took a sip from his mug of beer.

The current topic of their conversation was none other than a certain someone: Soobin.

“So we’re like friends with benefits, no, maybe fuck buddies? And he’s so stubborn because he keeps asking me out every damn time when I told him already that I’m not open to dating.”

Yeonjun was coerced to confess about what led to their physical relationship. It was because Kai pestered the shit out of him on what happened after he left the bar. The chain of events left the two utterly surprised and more puzzled.

Because contrary to what other people believe based on Yeonjun’s demeanor, he rarely enters relationships with no strings attached. He’s more of a romantic than what he lets on and he values trust the most. And when in love, he becomes a bit foolish for the person he’s with.

The only experience he got in his arsenal was one ex-boyfriend and two failed situationships from the past. Even those were already years ago.

It was his bold unapologetic confidence that made it seem so convincing of being the playboy as others painted him to be. Yet to him, he sees it as convenient to protect himself by being ‘untouchable’. To surround himself with walls with the help of the box he was put in. To shield his fragile heart from being taken advantage of.

So he really dug himself the biggest hole by even joking with Soobin about the booty call. He was also deeply mistaken that acting like what was assumed of him would turn Soobin off and push him away.

Other than that, how he also couldn’t bring himself to stop what they have amidst all, his actions clearly contradicting his words. You could say he caught a complicated case of being a walking amalgamation of unaddressed feelings.

“But didn’t you find him attractive? What's stopping you from dating him, then?”

Kai queried, while he snacked on a fry that was also on the table along with the skewers.

“I do! I just, I didn't think of actually going out with him—forget that, going out with anyone for that matter.”

Yeonjun defended being the workaholic that he is. He couldn’t fathom adding a relationship on his heavy plate. It would only be a hassle for him to manage.

“So you really don't want to go out with him? Like at all? Not even oneee date?”

Taehyun joined in skepticism, utterly in doubt given that he witnessed Yeonjun being attracted to that guy at the cafe. So to speak, how Yeonjun snatched the cup from him a few instances when it was Soobin that ordered it.

“And what? Go on dates with him and learn each other's favorite fucking color, favorite food, things you like to do?”

Yeonjun huffed, he first took a bite from his chicken skewer and swallowed.

“Then eventually, you guys get bored and realize you just wasted each other's time and energy? That everything didn't work out? No, thank you.”

Yeonjun continued while directing the stick at Taehyun to further emphasize his point.

Taehyun blinked his wide orbs, astonished at the wildest leaps Yeonjun made from his scenarios. This caused him and Kai to exchange looks, both shocked at the absurdity. Kai took the silent listener route and sipped from his glass.

“Woah, okay. Well newsflash smartass, you never know until you try.”

“Yeah, exactly! The thing is, I don't want to try and I would rather not find out.”

Yeonjun insisted. He placed his skewer on the plate and grabbed his beer instead. His creased brows from earlier softened as he looked down at the gold bubbling liquid swirling in his glass.

“You see, liking someone also means you're willing to risk yourself getting hurt. And I don’t want to take that risk right now...”

Soobin’s presence alone is so daunting that it might burn the tips of his fingers if he were to get closer to him than he already is. Just how Icarus’ ambitiousness flew him too close to the sun only to meet his demise. He was miles away from Soobin’s league to begin with, he couldn't possibly handle all that.

Rather, he was afraid to.

Afraid to let him in and strip him bare to reveal the skeleton of his vulnerabilities. Afraid to let Soobin see him as he is beneath all the layers in its rawest form. To uncover his insecurities, his flaws he so desperately tuck away in the abyss of his soul.

Aside from that, he always believes that expectations are premeditated resentments. That once the failure to meet them piles up, it would only lead them to ruin. And Yeonjun would hate to witness that, especially not with Soobin who wears his heart on his sleeve. That alone makes them different from each other.

Just the thought of Soobin ending up being disappointed sent him shivers. It was strange how much Soobin’s impression and opinion would matter to him. When normally, Yeonjun wouldn’t give a fuck of what others think.

Besides, who is Soobin to him anyways but a hook-up turned fuck buddy? Why would he be bothered by someone like him?

As if his mind begged to differ, he would unconsciously enumerate the times he stole glances of Soobin at the cafe. Or the times he called Soobin’s name to serve his order. How he always took a mental note on what Soobin usually drinks, or how he never missed the chance to see Soobin leave the building.

Basically the reason why Yeonjun earned the courage to be spontaneous as he took the other’s hand and left the bar that night. Making that evening the first time their lives intertwined.

In other words, he was partly to blame. He was the catalyst that led them to where they are. He lit the match on fire that started it all.

He closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Meanwhile, Taehyun gawked at Yeonjun for a moment and exhaled. He turned to Kai for back-up, only to see him shrug his shoulders as if Yeonjun was a lost cause.

“Hyung, seeing you crash out like this is all the answer that we need.”

Yeonjun frowned, perplexed.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, it's nothing. At least you got a cute bunny who's willing to do anything for you, right? Now drink up.”

Kai dismissed and Yeonjun would roll his eyes as he downed his beer.

— 𖧵×𖧵 —

Soobin was more than appalled at how far his desperation reached. Two and a half months, he counted. It would be almost three months since being fuck buddies with Yeonjun started. And almost three months with him still refusing Soobin for drinks.

But he did not mind at all. Soobin even found Yeonjun’s frown cute, with his eyebrows forming a line and lips in a small pout. And dare he admits it only motivated his persistence more to bring that same expression out. He was smitten. Who knew making one mad can be so adorable to him.

In a way, the past months were not fruitless. Not only was he able to learn Yeonjun's preferences in bed, he was also able to gauge more of Yeonjun’s personality and what he's passionate about. He would constantly take mental notes from Yeonjun’s anecdotes during their pillow talks.

Soobin has been patient, a little more and maybe he could crack a dent on Yeonjun’s walls. A bit too ambitious, however, might drag him back to square one.

His phone vibrated in his pocket which Soobin took out to check. From his notification preview, it was a text from Yeonjun.

Stubborn!! Fox

‘r u up for later? maybe 9 pm at xxx hotel like usual?’

Now that Soobin remembered, it was Yeonjun’s turn to message him.

He was surprised the first time Yeonjun texted, the text found him when he was anxiously typing away on his desktop at work, seemingly worried if he made the wrong move for Yeonjun to save his number and not the other way around instead. He basically left it in luck's hands with nothing but a prayer and a dream.

So when a random number popped up on his phone introducing himself as Yeonjun, Soobin rose from his chair with a loud gasp that rang throughout their office, earning judgmental stares from his co-workers. He went straight to the pantry with a hand on his mouth, in disbelief that Yeonjun would actually reach out.

From then on, he promised himself to take whatever chance he can get to make Yeonjun say yes even if it meant settling for a physical relationship. But that's okay since it's Yeonjun. It is because it's Yeonjun.

And whatever date or ungodly hour he chose to text, Soobin will always make time for him. He has practically mastered the skill of multi-tasking at this point, catching up with business meetings and other work despite everything. It’s because of Yeonjun he gets so focused on completing his tasks early to meet him at night. It's because of Yeonjun that cracked a big stupid grin on his face whenever it’d be his turn which, by the way, he’s free to break away and block Soobin. Yet Yeonjun still texts him back, and Soobin is still in Yeonjun's point of view despite how annoyingly hard headed he said he found Soobin.

Soobin unlocked his phone and typed a quick reply.

‘im down’

‘ill meet u at the hotel hyung’

‘see u :)’

Soobin took a cab and went to the hotel ahead of time. He booked the room and sent the information to Yeonjun as he did the necessary preparations while he waited.

He donned on a white robe and was splayed on the bed with his phone when the doorbell rang from outside. Soobin got back up to his feet in a rush, hurrying towards the door to meet the other in excitement.

As the door swung open, Yeonjun was in front of him, wearing a black shirt and baggy jeans with a beanie on. Soobin thought he was handsome in his current outfit. Yeonjun looked at Soobin from top to bottom noticing the robe, straightening his back in the process.

“Hey.”

“Hi. You’re here, hyung.”

Soobin exclaimed, clearly elated now that he was here.

“Did you wait too long?”

Yeonjun asked, a hand leaning on the doorframe.

“Not at all, come in.”

Soobin shook his head and opened the door wider. Yeonjun stepped in as ordered and dropped his shoulder bag on the floor.

Soobin got shivers running down his spine while he walked towards the bed. A pair of eyes staring intensely at his back. A stare that could bore a hole at how heavy Yeonjun’s gaze would fall behind him. Soobin swallowed and his footsteps turned light, slowing down. He was fully aware how small he could be under his eyes, like a prey waiting to be devoured.

In one quick motion, Soobin yelped as Yeonjun turned him around by the hips, lips crashing together for a heated kiss. His words of protest died down in his throat as Soobin melted in Yeonjun’s hold. His arm clung around Yeonjun’s neck as the older lifted him up by the thighs and let them freely wrap around Yeonjun’s torso. He held on to Yeonjun tight like his life depended on it.

Yeonjun took a few more steps forward without separating their lips, tongues swiping inside their mouths, exploring the moist crevice wet enough for drool to dribble down their chins. He carefully laid Soobin on his back when they reached the bed while he naturally settled on top.

The brief pause from their kiss was for Yeonjun to toss his garments away while Soobin catches his breath. Only for Yeonjun to reclaim his lips once more with hungry desire. It was so hard for Soobin to breathe, but so good to turn his head away. That's how kisses with Yeonjun always went, solely electrifying.

Soobin fought back a moan yet failed to do so when Yeonjun’s hands roamed to untie his robe. His fingers touched more of his flushed skin. He began leaving shallow bites on Soobin’s neck, licking the soft flesh before trailing down to his chest peppering kisses.

And Soobin could only whimper as he grasped onto Yeonjun’s hair for support. He was at his mercy, letting Yeonjun do as much as he pleased with him.

Just when Yeonjun was leaving more ticklish pecks on his stomach, Soobin bit his lip and tapped on the other’s shoulder. Yeonjun stopped and looked up at Soobin in question.

“Hm?”

“Hyung, let’s change positions…”

While Yeonjun was still processing what Soobin meant, the younger propped himself up with his elbow, leaving the other fixed in the same place.

“Let me be on top,”

Soobin requested as he met Yeonjun’s eyes. Soobin was so delectable from above that Yeonjun had to exhale softly at the view. He responded almost absentmindedly, breathless at Soobin before him.

“Okay, whatever you say, bunny.”

Soobin would giggle and ruffle Yeonjun's hair with one hand.

The two maneuvered their places with Soobin now straddling Yeonjun on top, legs on each side. His robe would fall on one shoulder then followed by the other when he shrugged to let the garment drop to his waist, revealing his bare body with nothing underneath. Yeonjun swallowed a thick lump in his throat, slowly moving his hands to knead on Soobin’s slim waist out of habit. The younger would rise, his chest on Yeonjun’s eye level as he slightly leaned in. Soobin slowly took one of the other’s hands and guided them on his rim, lubed up and loose for Yeonjun’s finger to enter. His hole prepped nice and good just for him.

“It’s all ready for you, hyung.”

Soobin teased, his ass sticking out for the other to promptly touch him inside.

Yeonjun sighed at how dangerously cunning Soobin is, testing his patience like this when he is already at his limit. Regardless, Yeonjun obediently obliged, his middle finger inching in smoothly until it hit the knuckle. Then his ring finger, easing two digits in without struggle.

It didn’t take long for three fingers to fit, doing scissoring motions to spread Soobin’s hole wider. Soobin was more lenient with his moans, letting his jaw fall slack with each noise that escaped every time Yeonjun plunged his fingers back in deep. Soobin’s thighs also twitched in response whenever the older would merely hit all the right spots with his slender fingers.

Soobin could only bear so much just from foreplay alone. He bit his lip and squeezed Yeonjun’s shoulders in protest, hoping to have something else inside him sooner. Something hard, longer, and bigger. Something he had been craving the minute Yeonjun stepped inside the door.

“Hyung…”

“Yeah…”

Yeonjun pulled his fingers out and brought them to Soobin’s lips. In full eagerness, the younger opened his mouth and licked Yeonjun’s fingers clean with a mewl. He loves it when Yeonjun shoves his fingers in his mouth like this. And Yeonjun would swipe his bottom lip with his thumb, smiling.

Yeonjun, who evidently couldn’t wait anymore himself, wore a condom and lined his cock against Soobin’s rim. One hand held his hips firmly as Soobin dipped just until the tip was in. Little by little, Soobin continued to lower his hips until he bottomed out. The other groaned at the tight heat that embraced his length. Yeonjun let out a shaky exhale, both hands now rested on Soobin’s waist, waiting for Soobin to move to match his pace instead.

Soobin whimpered at how deep Yeonjun’s dick was inside him, causing him to stay still temporarily in heaps of breaths. He cursed in his head, they haven’t even started and yet Soobin felt like he already came a hundred times over. How being on top only allowed Yeonjun’s cock to poke at his prostate at every small squirm of his waist. He was full to the brim. They remained at the same position until Soobin moved eventually. The pace started slow. He rolled his hips, grinding as Yeonjun’s hard cock dug around his walls.

Gradually, the pace escalated, and Soobin would vigorously hoist his hips to the tip and force back down with a moan. Gripping on Yeonjun’s shoulders to brace himself, Soobin gained more momentum and bucked his waist aggressively. Generously bouncing on Yeonjun’s throbbing cock, using him like a fucking dildo to pleasure himself. Soobin threw his head back with a choked moan, immensely overwhelmed at the drill of his dick against his weak spot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

On the other hand, those were the only words that ran repeatedly in Yeonjun’s mind. Yeonjun gripped onto his waist in arousal, watching at the way Soobin drives him fucking crazy at the intense hasty rhythm he’s going.

Soobin continued riding him with fervor, pure bliss painted on his face. His cries might have leaked beyond their room at this point at how loud he was getting. The position had Yeonjun’s cock penetrate him much deeper than usual, and his hips couldn’t stop chasing that very feeling out of want.

In between, Yeonjun stared at Soobin so in awe. Almost enamored at the sight of Soobin diligently riding him so well and rough as if his cock would break. All while looking so pretty as he takes every inch of Yeonjun’s length effortlessly.

And yet, his stare was also laced in guilt knowing Soobin was consistently so earnest and honest with his feelings while Yeonjun was so uncertain with his. He felt that he was taking advantage of Soobin's feelings for him to let off some steam. It was pathetic, and he feared he might have grown into the image others labeled him to be. Some stuck up playboy who breaks people's hearts like it's nothing.

His brows furrowed and he cupped one of Soobin’s cheeks, caressing them with his thumb.  

“Soobin, I’m really sor–”

However, it seemed Soobin had a strong hunch on the next words that would come out. He swiftly cut Yeonjun off with his finger on his lips, shushing him. Not right now, Soobin thought. Not when he’s fallen so deep for the guy in front of him without a door to run off to.

He got scared of what Yeonjun wanted to tell him. Afraid of the words that might knock him back to the reality that he stubbornly buries.

“Hyung. Don't think too much about it.”

Soobin reassured with a small smile as he leaned in for a kiss once more. He broke away and whispered near his lips.

“I wanted this so just focus on feeling good, okay?”

Then, Soobin retracted back to ride on Yeonjun faster than before. The older hissed in response and had no choice but to groan at the hot and wet sensation that his cock feels inside. A pool of heat coiled in his abdomen, implying his close release. Yeonjun inhaled through his teeth, squeezing on Soobin’s sides signalling how close he is.

Soobin took it as a sign to forcefully sink his hips for the next few minutes, stroking himself in the process. A couple more rebounds and Yeonjun came with a grunt. He might have left a bruise on Soobin’s waist at how tight his hands were gripping as a result. Soobin followed not long after, crying out as white ribbons jetted straight to the other’s abdomen.

He turned lithe on top of Yeonjun, with the older’s hands catching him immediately by the waist and back. Yeonjun brushed some strands of Soobin’s hair that were glued on his forehead, showing his flushed yet subtly solemn face.

“Mmn I’m tired, let me nap here for a bit hyung.”

Soobin forced a small grin as he breathed. He nestled on Yeonjun's chest, intentionally hiding his face from him. Despite the pants that occupied the silence in the room, the words from before heavily lingered in the air.

Even in the end, Yeonjun is being considerate. Behind the sarcastic retorts and the frown on his lips when he declined Soobin’s invitations, the gentle drag of his fingers on his skin, the careful hold on his figure, and each deliberate touch only revealed how kind hearted Yeonjun actually is.

So kind that he lets Soobin stay with him this far. And so kind that he willingly indulged in Soobin's selfish desires at the expense of his dignity.

Soobin knows better than to call Yeonjun his, that much was obvious. Their only connection, albeit strictly physically, was the only lifeline he can hold on to. And he also knows better than to take each of their meetings for granted hence his desperate attempts.

Yet in the depths of Soobin's heart, Yeonjun's apology stung.

He would hate it if what they have was a chore for Yeonjun. That guilt would eat him from within. Soobin’s current predicament blinded him with uncertainty. His hopes, growing thin. And Soobin was afraid that the apology from before might have been a proper rejection if anything.  

As the two caught their breaths, Soobin silently reflected if running after Yeonjun was the right choice, if following his heart was worth it.

On some days, Soobin feared he could have mistaken gratitude for infatuation. That maybe he was confused since Yeonjun was the only person he had. Feeling lonely when he was drinking during the peak of his frustrations. Yeonjun was his only source of comfort at the time.

But having just the sight of him, the taste of his lips, his caresses, and even the smallest fact Soobin can learn about him erased all the doubts he had altogether. He likes Yeonjun. So much that small talk or sweet nothings would leave him contented enough.  

Though if Yeonjun isn't satisfied with what they have anymore, then who is Soobin to keep him by his side for long. Especially when Yeonjun was never his to begin with. Perhaps it’s finally time to let this one-sided farce go.

Yeonjun was right. He is stubborn, stupidly stubborn. Maybe it really was for the better to leave the night they met as a wonderful dream.

He closed his eyes as he relished in the other’s embrace for what could be the last time.

*

When it was his turn, Soobin made the hard decision to put what they had to a halt. The only chain that keeps him circumnavigating on Yeonjun's orbit. He chose not to text Yeonjun anymore.

He also refrained from visiting the cafe after what happened at the hotel. Soobin threw himself entirely to his work at the office, spending most of his day at his desk. He even volunteered in attending to clients personally when he normally worked behind the scenes. Doing absolutely anything to create some space from Yeonjun. As he could not bear facing the other as of the moment in remorse.

Days later, he returned to his routine, back to his life without him. Soobin spent more overtime in the building often and he would ride the last train to his apartment. At times, he finally planned to do something about Gweontu once and for all.

If one thing’s for sure, god may forgive him but Soobin is no god to do the same. His grudge obviously never went away. He didn’t forget what that fucker did to him. If Soobin can’t confront him, then he will surpass Gweontu in terms of performance out of spite. Everyone will know the truth eventually, and they will see who is better for the position.

“Is Gweontu still in your department?”

Beomgyu, his friend from the sales department asked. They both got hired at the same time and they have been attached by the hip ever since. More so after knowing they both played League during a company dinner. They would share the latest gossip from their departments during lunch and play competitively online on day offs to rank up.

Soobin rolled his eyes with a nod, sipping from his iced tea that he bought two streets away from their building. They are currently at the outdoor terrace on the 25th floor adorned with recreational amenities and workspaces. Most employees would come here during break time to eat lunch and catch up, while some use it to smoke or sleep at the provided resting pods inside from pulling all nighters.

“Damn.”

“I know right?”

“You should tell HR about this.”

“Eh, it’s whatever. I’ll prove what I can do with my work alone. Then I’ll have the last laugh for his sorry ass.”

Then Soobin let out a poor attempt at what seemed like an evil laugh. Beomgyu smacked the back of his neck playfully with a chuckle. Crossing his arms, he then nudged Soobin by the shoulder.

“How about the guy you’re head over heels for? How’s that going?”

“…Huh? What guy?”

Soobin tilted the crane of his neck, acting oblivious. He was only met with a concerned look from Beomgyu. He sighed and turned his head to stare at the wide stretch of the city beyond them.

“We stopped seeing each other a week ago.”

“Soobin...“

“I’m fine, don’t worry. It was for the best because he really isn’t interested in me...”

It’s the hard cold truth. His attempts were unsuccessful and Yeonjun was firm in turning him down. And even after three months in, they still don’t know each other well aside from his age, occupation, and a rough read of his personality.

So much for being compatible.

When Soobin didn’t say anything more, Beomgyu shrugged and took a sip from his coffee.

“Man, and here I was about to ask you to introduce me to his co-worker. Now I have to do everything by myself.”

Beomgyu joshed, lightening the mood to cheer Soobin slightly up. It worked when Soobin laughed and tipped his drink in the air for Beomgyu to bump their cups together.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding when it happens.”

They spent the rest of the remaining hour talking. Once lunch time was over they bid each other farewell, returning to their respective offices. As usual, Soobin would work until late before wrapping up by 9:30 PM.

He realized how boring his life became again prior to meeting Yeonjun. As he laid in his bed for the night, he convinced himself that it really was for the best. Yeonjun no longer had to meet him out of obligation, and Soobin can finally stop making a fool out of himself. Trying to save the little self-respect he has.

And the remnants of what they shared will be reduced to fleeting memories as they go back to being strangers again.

But fuck Soobin won’t deny how he misses Yeonjun sometimes. How hard he tries to ignore the cafe on the ground floor whenever he exits the building. In fact, Soobin would shut down his phone when the urge to text him arises. He bit his lip, the lack of messages from the other should be clear enough that Yeonjun doesn’t care about him anymore. That he was glad Soobin won’t be a bother to him. And Soobin should suck it up, accept his wishes, and pray that he’ll move on as the day passes.

*

Yeonjun kept refreshing his messages for days. It was Soobin’s turn, and yet there was no text from him. He also noticed Soobin doesn't visit the cafe anymore, and he would only catch a glimpse of him leaving from the glass exterior of the cafe late at night. Yeonjun wondered if something happened to him. It was apparent that Soobin was distancing himself from him.

If so, he was finally given the distance he always hoped for, and he was thankful about it. Like a burden finally lifted from his chest. Yeonjun assumed that Soobin regretted pursuing him, that he was bad news. That someone as naive as him shouldn’t be involved with Yeonjun. And Soobin learned that he has no chance with him no matter how hard he tries.

But the thought would only leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He did not like it one bit.

He was bummed when even after a week later Soobin never texted him. What they had was drawn to a close without warning, and Yeonjun who was left clueless grew more restless with each passing hour.

He did not feel triumphant nor fulfilled, not at all happy. It was as if he was just cast aside without even a one-worded text like goodbye or a long message cursing him out. Yeonjun was now at the receiving end of Soobin's cold treatment, deservingly so if he was honestly speaking.

Well, Soobin has all the rights to cut ties with him after what he’s done. Leading Soobin on, giving him mixed signals because he was an avoidant asshole who never wanted to address any lingering feelings. Who turns a blind eye at the burning tension between them that crosses the line of being fuck buddies.

But the good thing is, Yeonjun can focus on his job and with his dance lessons after his shifts. He can dedicate more time to polish his skills and save up to have a dance studio under his name in the future. Then, he could resign from his barista job at the cafe and be a choreographer.

At first, he was doing well at his regained freedom. Not until it was only a matter of time that Yeonjun became consumed by the mere thoughts of him.

Yeonjun got so absorbed with Soobin’s well being in between and beyond work hours. If he was eating or sleeping well. If the guy Soobin mentioned was fired for stealing his work, Gweontu was it? If he was still watching the same show or playing the same game wherein he does not understand a single thing while Soobin boasted his rank to him.

He wanted to know where Soobin goes after work or if he’s seeing somebody else. Could it be the guy he saw Soobin was with two days ago? They seemed close since it looked like they were joking around on the way out. Are they friends? Lovers?

It bothered him so much that it affected his work. One time, he accidentally served the wrong drink to the customer. Another instance was when he forgot to lock up the backdoor when he was in charge of closing. He got scolded by the manager and it was thanks to Taehyun who got to work early the next day and noticed before anything got stolen.  

Truthfully, he was also frustrated at himself for acting this way. He should not be like this over the person he so wanted to avoid in the first place. He heavily sighed, mopping at the puddle of water on the floor because his elbow hit the glass on the counter. Another stupid mistake he caused.

When the bell rang, Yeonjun swiftly whisked his head towards the entrance at a record breaking speed, expecting Soobin to walk in. Seeing another ordinary customer, he dropped his head in disappointment and went back to mopping. It was useless to get so worked up about it.

“He rarely comes by at the cafe now does he?”

Taehyun noticed, peeking from behind to help him wipe the leftover spill on the counter.

“What?”

Yeonjun paused, raising his eyebrow at him, his tone coming off a bit strong. He really was at the edge these days over the most trivial of things.

“Your bunny.”

“Oh, well, maybe he’s busy or something.”

Yeonjun turned away, wringing the mop in the bucket. Taehyun simply nodded and threw the paper towel at the bin below the counter. He tilted his head to face Yeonjun out of curiosity.

“You don’t know?”

Taehyun is really pushing it today, Yeonjun thought.

“No, and I don’t care.”

He replied nonchalantly, or at least tried to when the tight grip on the mop gave him away. That, and the sulking pout his lips unconsciously formed.

Taehyun stared at him with an annoyed frown. He knew his friend too well and he’s stressed with how unreasonable Yeonjun can get when it comes to his feelings.

“Jesus christ hyung, you’re awfully more stubborn than him looks like it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You always liked him from the start, and I get so pissed when you act like you can’t have him when he’s clearly all over you.”

“Taehyun, I just don’t think I’m the right guy for him...”

“You keep saying that but when you see me the first thing you would do is rant about Soobin this or Soobin that,”

Taehyun spouted gesturing with his arms from one direction to the other.

“I also caught you glaring at the guy he was with a few days ago like he’s yours. Hyung, you want him and no one's stopping you but yourself. Keep that up and you’ll definitely regret it.”

“I–“

“There’s a customer, I’ll take their order while you finish here.”

It was like Taehyun left him like a parent to a child that needed reflecting. Yeonjun groaned and shoved the map and bucket away in the storeroom once he was done.

Taehyun gets so blunt just when Yeonjun is not in the mood to hear any of it.

But he was right. All of it was.

Without Soobin pestering him, it got a bit lonely. Like a part of his day suddenly missing. From Soobin’s lingering traces that remained, whether it's the pack of jelly he left in his car, or the waft of his perfume that unknowingly transferred on his shirt. He only realized how much of a significance Soobin already made now that his absence was more known.

As Yeonjun would once speed over 60 miles per hour through the night as fast as he could just to pick Soobin up, now he would only glance at the passenger seat next to him, empty. Akin to a dark void at the corner of the room that he just noticed.

After work, Yeonjun mustered the courage to reach out, but he got left on seen without a reply.

It was only after two days that Soobin finally responded.

The text was brief but it contained how he was busy at work that he forgot to reply, and how he was sorry for disturbing Yeonjun a lot. The last line was another apology for pressuring Yeonjun to play along with Soobin’s selfishness. And it entailed how he doesn't have to worry anymore since Soobin will stop texting him from now on, thanking him for the short time they had.

The text filled him with dread. Yeonjun got up from his bed and chewed his bottom lip. There’s no way he would let Soobin apologize when it was Yeonjun who was persistently in denial of his feelings that grew more day by day. That it was his fault for showing interest first then running away when Soobin reciprocated out of his own cowardice.

He ought to strengthen his resolve after letting Soobin think like this about himself. If anything, it was Yeonjun who was selfish.

Because when feelings are a fickle thing, who knows what form it would take. He got terrified of the unknown, of the foreign. The idea of unfamiliarity that follows when he lets another person enter his life.

But now Yeonjun aches to see him and cradle in his warmth. The feeling of it all like bursts of magma cracking through the chambers of his heart.

He should have been braver, and he will be. No more running away. If they are two worlds apart then he would find a way to pull them together if it meant getting to hold Soobin once more.

— 𖧵×𖧵 —

Instead of texting Soobin back, Yeonjun wishes to meet him in person. He still came to work the day after but he ended his shift early with the manager’s permission. He planned to save the rest of the night waiting for Soobin.

He took his apron off and hung them in his locker in the staffroom when Taehyun entered to grab a spare pen to write orders on.

Before he leaves, Yeonjun speaks up.

“Taehyun, you’re right. Sorry.”

Yeonjun apologized, looking down with hands clasped together.

Taehyun dithered by the door to turn around. He pivoted and patted him on the shoulder.

“Of course I am, and save that last word for him.”

Taehyun chuckled and poked the cap of the pen at his cheek lightly.

“You better tell us how it went.”

“I will.”

Yeonjun smiled and watched as Taehyun left the staffroom. He in turn quickly checked his appearance at the mirror he taped inside the locker before closing it.

He used the backdoor meant for trash disposal as an exit and went straight to the parking lot. Yeonjun got in the car that was intentionally parked facing the building, hands on the wheel while he waited patiently.

He’d glance at his phone, wary at each second that passed. Yeonjun has always marveled at Soobin’s sincerity because his hands would sweat at the slightest thoughts of telling what he feels for him. He spent hours raging the typhoon of words that swirled in his mind to salvage the words that would properly convey them.

His stomach was doing backflips over backflips. The anxiety brimmed from within on how their conversation will turn out. If Soobin is willing to talk to him, that is.

Unexpectedly, a familiar figure was seen in the revolving door. Yeonjun sat straight up, fidgeting on his seat. He leaned in to get a clearer look of the person leaving.  

It was Soobin. But it was only 8 PM in the evening in contrast to the later time that he initially expected. Did work finish early?

While Yeonjun was busy being frantic, Soobin already walked past too far from the parking lot for Yeonjun to hop off and run after him.  

“Shit.”  

He cursed as he shifted the gear back to drive.

His car was cautiously trailing behind Soobin as the other walked on the sidewalk, most likely going to the nearest station to ride the train home. Soobin was unaware of the car behind him, hands shoved on his coat pockets as the wind blew. The night turned more chilly at each step of the way.

Yeonjun pursed his lips, worried that he looked like a creep stalking him from behind. He hoped no one would call the police on him while he tried to gain some courage to face him.  

Yeonjun gently pressed his foot on the gas to slightly catch up. The car, now parallel to Soobin with only the sidewalk separating them.

Soobin glanced at the car that popped beside him from his peripheral view, confused. The street was empty at this hour for the car to slow down. Soobin stopped and the car would halt, too. When Soobin continued walking, so did the vehicle.

This is clearly a kidnapping attempt, Soobin fretted. He was about to make a run for it until the window rolled down to reveal that the driver was Yeonjun all along.

“Hey, instead of walking alone in the cold at this hour, can I suggest something better?”

He offered with a grin.

That was when Soobin finally took a proper look at the car. The model and its red color was the exact description of Yeonjun's. It was his. Soobin sighed in relief but returned to the street to trudge away.

“What is it this time, hyung?”

“Spend the night with me you’ll see,”

From Yeonjun’s initially mischievous tone it shifted seriously, as if he was exhausted of his choices. Moved out of sheer desperation to have a talk with him.

“…Please?”

Soobin froze in his place, deeply pondering. His eyes oscillated in nervousness. The car naturally remained at his side and he’ll be no match for it even if he decided to run.

More importantly, their exchange of which came across as deja vu to him. Like they had this exact conversation before.

He stared at Yeonjun momentarily, trying to come up with reasons to refuse. That his already wounded heart might get twisted into knots for whatever Yeonjun has to say. That this could be their last conversation as they formally end what they have, as some sort of closure which Soobin definitely does not fucking need. God forbid he wished to spare himself the embarrassment and guilt he was dwelling on.

He clenched his hands to a fist, eyes still on him.

Alas, he is but a fool for Yeonjun. Even so when the man in front of him almost looked pitiful, face adorned with a somber expression. It was apparent that Yeonjun gravely needed to have a chat with him.

He yielded in defeat. Soobin walked to the passenger’s seat that was already unlocked for him and hopped in.  

Soobin also caught at how fast he folded at the beat of his heart. But who was he convincing, the redness of his ears signified that he was more than delighted when he saw Yeonjun again after weeks.

Once sat, he couldn’t spare Yeonjun a single look, eyes straight on the road.

Then the realization hits him.

That’s right. They actually had this conversation before. It was during the first time they met. When Yeonjun took his hand and gave him the best night of his life.

Although, Soobin will only relive that night to reminisce, as for them to carry on at the present remains bleak.

“Where are you taking me, the ocean?”

Soobin snickered at the bitter joke that took so much effort to simply say. With a soft sigh, he planted his chin on his palm to gaze at the window.

“Just kidding.”

He muttered. Yeonjun could only look at him briefly before swerving to the main road.

“We’re driving around the city for tonight. Although I, I can take you to the ocean again next time.”

Next time? What could he possibly mean by that?

Soobin blinked, thankful that he wasn’t facing Yeonjun. Else, the other would see his flushed cheeks. His heart was thumping nonstop, utterly flustered. He should not get ahead of himself again, Soobin should learn that by now.

The drive was quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating as the two never said a word. When Yeonjun slowed the car down as the stoplight changed to red, he checked on Soobin who only observed the people on the streets.

“…I’m sorry.”

Yeonjun shattered the silence and spoke. The other glanced at him without a word, waiting for Yeonjun to continue.

“I know that I approached you first, but here I am pushing you away, turning you down, leading you on by texting you back,”

Yeonjun shortly closed his eyes and sighed, immediately ashamed of his past actions and behavior as he recalled. He could've treasured Soobin more rather than wasting time being adamant. Other than wasting time concealing what he truly feels for the sake of protecting himself yet at the expense of hurting Soobin.

“In short, I was being a stubborn asshole and I wanted to apologize for that. I’m sorry, I really am.”

Yeonjun reiterated with sheer regret. He then continued driving once the stoplight changed to green. He frankly had no destination in mind, so he aimed to drive Soobin wanderingly and eventually stop by a random street or park somewhere for a break.

Soobin fiddled with his seatbelt as he listened, nodding to show that he was still paying attention. By the direction of where their conversation is going, the more Soobin was certain that Yeonjun wanted closure.

He really should've ran then, huh? Instead, he is forced to watch as the chapter between them reaches its final conclusion before his very eyes. Yeonjun’s words of apology sent a pang in Soobin's heart.

Like the note that Yeonjun wrote when he left him the next morning, he really should not have bothered.

Until now, Soobin thinks how kindhearted Yeonjun is to take him for a drive for one last time. Going through unnecessary lengths just to apologize when he could’ve done the same thing through text.

“You were,”

Soobin blurted, then he proceeded talking when Yeonjun was about to open his mouth, most likely to apologize again.

“But I get it, you always have your priorities straight and taking a chance with me isn’t one of them. You’ve always been hardworking, hyung. Anyone can see that. I should’ve respected that but I was too pushy...”

Soobin admitted and watched as Yeonjun took a turn, taking the route that would bring them to the outer parts of the vibrant city. Yeonjun exhaled and firmly shook his head in disagreement.

“That was what I also led myself to believe at first. That I get so busy and I don't have time for relationships…Until I met you, that is.”

This rewarded a puzzled stare from Soobin in return.

If Soobin was wine made from the finest grapevines, then he is no different than Dionysus that craves for the ecstasy that comes with it. He yearns for the entirety of Soobin’s being to be his, Yeonjun realized that now.

He likes Soobin. Always has. Ever since the first time he laid his eyes on him when he walked in the cafe.

“I-I asked you to come with me tonight because what I wanted to say is that,”

Yeonjun paused, hands gripping on the wheel tight as he inhaled to steel himself.

“I really like you, Soobin. And I should've been honest with it way sooner. I was too much of a coward that I hurt you instead, I’m sorry.”

Soobin peered at him, speechless. His lips parted and closed as he struggled finding the words. To come up with a reply while he was processing if any of this was truly happening. That it wasn't a dream he would wake up from the next day.

Yeonjun noticed that this was the first time Soobin finally faced him this evening.

“I realized how I missed you so much when you didn't message me for days that I thought I was going crazy. I realized how desperate I wanted to be with you. So desperate that it pains me to imagine when you’re with somebody else,”

He paused, before proceeding on where he left off.

“And I thought that it wouldn't be so bad if…if you could be there by my side once I achieved my dreams.”

He professed, expressing what he feels with more confidence now that a thorn has been plucked out from his chest. If it's with Soobin, then he will be able to quell his fears.

Whatever that follows after this, at least Yeonjun was able to be honest with Soobin and to himself. His raw emotions exposed for the other to see, whose yearning eyes were as transparent as glass when their gazes never strayed away from each other.

“I, is it, is it okay for me to believe that? I’m sorry I was, it’s just that, this was so unexpected, hyung. I thought you called me out to gain closure and we’d be done and over.”

“It can be if you don’t feel the same, Soobin. I understand since I was so mean–”

“I never stopped liking you, are you kidding me?”

Yeonjun abruptly pulled the breaks and let out a deep breath he was unaware of holding. He genuinely hoped he heard that correctly the first time.

On the other hand, Soobin saw him as if he was the most ridiculous man that walked on earth. Just how can Soobin get over him easily after mere weeks? The other immeasurably underestimated how deep Soobin’s infatuation for Yeonjun ran. Acting as if asking him out every chance he gets was rooted from having a simple crush. Unbeknownst to him how much strength it took for Soobin to decide to not reach out anymore. It was as though he subjected himself in torment.

The cars loudly honked behind them for stopping in the middle of the road. It was frankly a dangerous move to pull, but all Yeonjun could hear was Soobin.

“I’m so fucking happy hearing that. I do like you, Soobin, I swear. I’ll prove it to you if you’ll let me.”

And before the curses and deafening horns get out of hand, Yeonjun returns to driving and stops when they arrive at a vacant parking lot near a park. The park was now devoid of people as the night grew deep, saved for a few joggers that ran laps around the forged pathway.

“We can start fresh and take it slow. I want to make it up to you for everything. I’ll also try my best to be more honest…”

Yeonjun suggested, glancing at the other. Soobin flashed a smile briefly then pursed his lips, thinking. It was apparent that something else was still in his mind. Soobin was reminded of a question that needed clarifying.

“My name.”

“Yeah?”

“You said my name that night when you never asked for mine.”

“Oh, that…”

“I figured that you already knew of me?”

Soobin confronted, and it was a question that undeniably put Yeonjun on a pedestal. He sighed, there simply was no more use to hiding any further. It would come to light eventually anyways and he did promise to be more transparent. When Soobin already had an idea yet still placed his trust on him to ask, Yeonjun was bound to tell the truth.

“…Yes, you’re right. I already knew you as one of the regulars at the cafe. That was where I first saw you, I even served your drink sometimes but you didn’t notice me.”

“Sorry, I must have been too occupied.”

“No, no, you’re good, I didn’t try hard enough to gain your attention anyways. I only saw you like a small crush, well, originally. You, you know what I mean, right?”

Yeonjun scrambled whilst another memory popped up in his head. He gasped and gaped at Soobin in panic when he recalled another event.

“Ah! But the night at the bar was pure coincidence! I was there to celebrate my friend’s birthday when I saw you drinking alone.”

“Then you approached me.”

“I…did approach you with the intention to be impulsive for once. But looking back at it now, it was the best decision I ever made. All of it was, and I sincerely mean it, Soobin.”

Yeonjun explained, not wanting to cause any misunderstandings when more of the truth was revealed.

Soobin turned to him when he got the chance to answer.

“So when I noticed you at the cafe, you started avoiding me because you never expected that I'd also be interested in you? When you turned me down several times, that was you being in denial of your feelings? And you got worried that I might get in the way of what you wanted to do in life?”

Now that's just hitting a dog while they’re down, Yeonjun thought.

“...Yes, somewhat. Again, I’m so sorry.”

Soobin chuckled since he was clearly teasing him as he saw Yeonjun sulk further and further out of guilt at each sentence. If he squinted hard enough, he could almost see a pair of ears drooping down on his head at this rate.

They really complement each other after all. Soobin shook his head at their blatant silliness of how long it took for them to be on the same page, but that makes it all the more sweeter. Being patient for Yeonjun to come around indeed paid off. It was oh so worth it in the end.

“Then that makes us even. Truth be told, I also wanted to do something reckless for a change when I said yes. And I have never forgotten meeting you since.”

Soobin then smiled wide, dimples forming in his cheeks as he reached out for Yeonjun’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Soobin stared in his eyes as Yeonjun never left his.

“You were also the best thing that happened to me, hyung.”

*

“S-Soobin, are you sure you're alright with this?”

Yeonjun breathlessly asked in concern between desperate kisses like they are against time, struggling to keep his hands off of Soobin.

One thing led to another and Yeonjun drove Soobin back to his place to spend the night since they endlessly talked until it got too late. The train stations were closed and Yeonjun’s car went far enough from Soobin’s place to drive him back.

Soobin suggested taking the cab home but Yeonjun insisted and offered his place to stay instead.

This was basically the first time Yeonjun brought Soobin to his flat. When they entered his apartment, he lent Soobin fresh clothes while the younger used the bathroom, leaving it near the sink inside for Soobin to grab.

He literally planned for Soobin to sleep on his bed while he’ll take the couch for the night, definitely without having sex in mind. Especially after all that heavy talking they had prior.

Yet here he is, hands caressing his waist as they hungrily savor each other's taste that they dearly missed in the living room. Yeonjun almost forgot what Soobin’s lips taste like, thanking him in his head for making him remember. His lips tasted sweet like always, extremely addicting that prevented Yeonjun to stop so easily.

“Hyung, if you ask or apologize one more time I'm leaving.”

Soobin whispered, tugging Yeonjun’s bottom lip with his teeth. As if that wasn't enough, he took Yeonjun’s jacket off and discarded it on the floor.

“We're too old to beat around the bush and act like teenagers.”

Soobin frankly said, planting kisses on Yeonjun's neck while a hand lightly grazed against his growing election. He left a small bite on the junction of his neck next, eliciting a low grunt from Yeonjun.

“And the way you pouted earlier got me horny…”

“What a strange reason to get horny for.”

Yeonjun mumbled, squeezing his hips as one last warning before all hell would break loose if Soobin keeps this up.

He wasn't even doing anything major, and yet Yeonjun’s inhibition was already about to unravel at each passing second.

But Soobin just had to continue teasing him. Pushing him to the edge. Take it as a petty revenge, if you will.

“I like you a lot, I can't help it.”

He muttered, nuzzling back against Yeonjun’s neck to inhale his scent despite him being a few centimeters taller. Soobin really loves making himself appear small when it comes to Yeonjun.

Fuck.

Other than that, Soobin never failed to captivate him at a snap of a finger. He was left bewitched under his alluring spell. Intoxicated at everything Soobin does.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and dived back to Soobin's lips, all reason thrown out the window at this point.

The kiss wasn't smooth or sweet at all, no, it was rough and purely driven with animalistic desire. Fueled with desperation of claiming each other's lips as theirs once more.

Yeonjun guided Soobin to the bedroom amidst their kiss. Clothes tossed away at each step until both were only wearing their unzipped trousers. Yeonjun gave his ass a light squeeze, his tongue chasing the saliva that trickled on his lips when they broke away.

“You’re always as impatient as ever, bunny.”

Yeonjun huffed, pushing him on the bed by the chest. As tempting as it is to ravish Soobin until he came undone, tonight was special.

“But I want to take things slow for now.”

He declared with a smile, lowering his head to give Soobin another short kiss.

If there's one thing Yeonjun never forgets, it's how to drive Soobin crazy. His good spots are mapped in his head as clear as day, and Yeonjun would explore every inch of skin with his tongue. Akin to an adventurer searching for lost treasure. And Soobin would softly whimper at each slither of Yeonjun’s lips against his flushed skin.

“Can I?”

Yeonjun pleaded, sucking lightly on his skin. Soobin exhaled and nodded in relent, patting Yeonjun’s hair gently.

With permission, Yeonjun began marking Soobin, something he never got to do before. He left hickeys after hickeys, littering Soobin’s neck and chest with reddish marks scattered like constellations.

Soobin’s skin was treated like a blank canvas for Yeonjun to paint. And he would lean back to admire the art he proudly created. With Soobin looking all worked up, gasping for air while his chest bloomed with the countless marks Yeonjun left. It was beautiful.

Yeonjun then played with his nipples, licking one of them while he lightly pinched the other. At times he would bite them gently, causing the younger to arch his back with a moan.

Soobin was indubitably dying beneath for Yeonjun to touch him more. Head in a lucid daze at how tantalizingly slow Yeonjun is with him.

He appreciated the gesture, don’t get him wrong, but the pace was rendering Soobin overly sensitive. He was afraid he wouldn’t last very long.

“Hyung, please…”

Soobin begged, hands clawing at Yeonjun’s bare torso.

“Patience, ‘Bin.”

Yeonjun ordered, to which only made the younger whine in protest. Although there was no denying how it turned Soobin’s arousal up a notch. Like electric currents traveling in his veins whenever Yeonjun puts him in his place.

Yeonjun progressed to removing the other’s pants down to his feet, finally giving attention to the stiff erection that lined his boxers. Soobin kicked his pants away as Yeonjun slid his hand in his underwear, taking his leaking dick out to stroke him.

Soobin moaned when the older touched him directly, hips bucking upwards as his fingers wrapped around his length. His fingers dug on the sheets as support while Yeonjun jerked him off.

Just when Soobin was close showed by the sporadic twitch of his abdomen, that was when Yeonjun took it as a cue to remove his hand. Soobin winced with a distorted expression, eyes shut closed when his release was disrupted.

Yeonjun can only kiss Soobin as an apology while his free hand pulls his bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube.

Yeonjun makes up for the abrupt interruption by taking Soobin in with his mouth instead. He swallowed down on his length, bobbing his head up and down incessantly. The rhythm at a constant fast pace that led Soobin to pull tufts of his hair in ecstasy.

“S-stop, hyung, I’m about to..!”

The words were overridden by a choked moan as both his abdomen and thighs grew tight. He came shortly with Yeonjun still in his cock, legs shuddering in surrender when the other sucked him dry.

Soobin cursed under his breath, and he could only give Yeonjun a poor attempt of a shaky groan when he stared at him with a satisfied smirk.

He was practically bound by Yeonjun’s control over him. Fully succumbing to whatever Yeonjun does as all he can currently do is moan and beg.

When Soobin was still coming back down from his high when Yeonjun began coating his fingers with lube. One finger prodded his entrance and delved in slowly, each knuckle causing Soobin to shake at the overstimulation since he just came.

It only took two fingers for Soobin to mewl audibly, an arm grasping on Yeonjun’s bicep as the other increased his speed. Soobin’s mouth fell widely agape, Yeonjun’s fingers constantly rubbing his weak spot the deeper he pushed in.

Yeonjun continued to loosen Soobin’s hole, spitting at his rim mixed with the lube from his fingers. He watched the motion of which his fingers would disappear, and his throbbing dick would painfully twitch in his boxers.  

Yeonjun could barely keep himself together any much longer.

He fingered Soobin a little more, letting the younger breathe heavily once he retracted his digits away. His hole gaping at nothing while Yeonjun pulled his flushed cock out to wear a condom, sighing helplessly at how erotic Soobin looks under him.  

Soobin swallowed as he saw him position his hard dick on his rim. Soobin looked up at Yeonjun, eyes blown out with lust at the sight of Yeonjun’s cock. He whimpered when the slit of his tip kissed his hole, spreading his legs wider to accommodate more of Yeonjun’s dick.

Yeonjun inserted his length in, reeling Soobin by the hips until his cock was halfway inside. He groaned at the clench of his walls constricting him tightly.

Gently, Yeonjun plunged the rest of his dick, now fully sheathed in. The two shared a symphony of moans when Yeonjun began moving his hips.

His thrust started off at a leisurely pace, gradually transitioning to a rougher change. His cock forcibly slamming completely in and out balls deep accompanied by the bites on Soobin’s flesh.

He continued ramming his cock in Soobin like there’s no tomorrow. Locking the other in his arms as Yeonjun memorizes every change of Soobin’s filthy expression down to the pretty noises he would make. Yeonjun will never get tired of this view, no matter what.

“Fuck, I like you so, so much, Soobin. I really am sorry for everything.”

Yeonjun murmured, saying what could be the nth apology of the evening. Soobin sluggishly opened his eyes and embraced both arms around his neck with the remainder of his strength.

“At least fucking kiss me when you say that, stupid.”

Soobin puffed out in complaint, overwhelmed at each thrust of Yeonjun’s cock inside him.

Yeonjun willingly leaned in, capturing his lips for a sweet kiss just like he was told. He swallowed more of Soobin’s moans with a slight grin, hopelessly enamored by the other. He found Soobin’s whines endearing.

“I, I like you too…”

Soobin muttered while he struggled to form coherent sentences between moans. Feeling too good that everything was like a blissful blur.

He flung his head back as Yeonjun pistoned his hips at an angle that would hit his prostate. Soobin reacted with a sob, tears of pure pleasure staining his cheeks. It was as though he triggered something inside Yeonjun due to the unwavering pace.

Endlessly, Yeonjun would pound into him until Soobin cried his name throughout the night. His mind only filled with Yeonjun’s cock rearranging his insides and the wet sound of their skins slapping against each other.

They would eventually change positions as Yeonjun pushed the back of his thighs closer to him, basically into a mating press that enabled Yeonjun to ravish him deeper. Soobin unleashed a melody of dirty moans while his dick ceaselessly drilled his prostate.

Soobin would also take Yeonjun from behind, his face buried against the pillow damp from his drool and tears. His arms stretched towards Yeonjun as he held him by the wrists, having no other option but to endure writhing underneath. His hole would inevitably mold into each vein and crease of Yeonjun’s cock, designed to take all of him without mercy.

As the two chased for another release, Soobin collapsed on the bed first while cumming with a sob. Yeonjun held firm and pumped his cock to ride the height of his release, with Soobin’s lower half quivering from being oversensitive.

It was clear that Yeonjun had no regrets after fucking him too many rounds to count. Good for him, while Soobin had to beg for a single minute in order to catch his breath.

By the time Yeonjun pulled out, his whole body was tremendously trembling at the stimulation. He could barely remember how many times Yeonjun made him cum, it was euphoric. Soobin’s pliant body sunk into the sheets, his hair entirely disheveled, his skin coated with a sheen of sweat, cum, and the various hickeys and bites that were marked by no other than him.

The older collapsed beside him, admiring the man in front of him. He tucked a few strands of Soobin’s hair behind his ear to see his precious face. Soobin faintly opened his eyes in the midst of exhaling, weakly grinning at him.

Yeonjun laid on his back and carefully lifted Soobin for him to rest on top of him. They spent another hour lazily making out relishing in each other’s warmth. With Yeonjun's hands kneading on Soobin’s ass, developing a new obsession with Soobin’s plump behind. A snatched waist and a nice ass, just how much more could Yeonjun ever ask when Soobin has it all.

He planted a small kiss on the crown of Soobin’s head.

“Do you have work tomorrow?”

“Mm, what day would that be?”

Soobin returned the question, exhausted that he kept his eyes shut, passively listening.

“Friday.”

“Oh, nice, that’s my day off.”

“Then, would you like to go on a date with me?”

For a change, Yeonjun invited Soobin. How the tables have turned that it was him finally asking him out when it was Soobin who did most of the initiation thus far.

It brought the biggest smile on his lips that he couldn’t hold. Soobin hugged him tight out of happiness, to which Yeonjun naturally hugged back.

“I would love to, hyung.”

Despite everything, Yeonjun appeared to him as the man that hung the stars, dazzling in a blinding light. He was all that Soobin wanted, paired with his ambitions that he couldn't wait to bear witness. Soobin will forever be indebted for that one night. That in his life where everything seemed so wrong, something finally went right.

Unbeknownst to them that they were two people who ought to challenge the unpredictability of life. How a sudden impulsive decision would cascade a series of events that would weave their lives together. And now that they found each other, both Soobin and Yeonjun would open a brand new chapter. Like two pages forming into one whole beautiful picture.

Something good can start in a getaway car.