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jaehyun looooves his job. yes, with all the extra ‘o’s. he dedicates almost his entire life to this job, and he is even happy to do so. he has never known life without having many irons in the fire, so if anything, it’s only conventional.
jaehyun loves his job, but fuck him for loving his sleep too, right? he believes these two cannot overlap. his work gets in the way of his much-needed eight hours, whereas those eight hours are quite impossible when endless deadlines loom over his head every possible second of the day.
anyway, he tells himself it’s okay. he was raised in such a household where his mother taught him to be grateful for everything, and he really is. he’s grateful to have a chance to chase his passion, even if it means sacrificing his necessities. he’s grateful to have the chance to get his promised 4 hours of sleep before the concert tomorrow, after practicing longer than the time he is able to rest. he’s grateful to be rooming with dongmin this time, because he’s a light sleeper and he cannot deal with woonhak’s snoring or sungho’s phone playing a drama under his covers, where everything is still audible, or leehan’s sleep-talking or riwoo. yes, just riwoo.
he soon realizes he spoke too early. the city is busy outside, noisy and bustling with people. ‘the city that never sleeps’ and all. the hotel room, however, is quiet. the only sound should be the ones coming from dongmin and jaehyun— their slowed-down breathing as they reset their body for tomorrow, but then there’s a third breathing— hot and heavy and thick. and then there’s shuffling of the sheets and whispers that become clear once jaehyun’s brain catches up.
the irony of the city’s nickname makes jaehyun almost bark out a laugh.
he hears dongmin’s sharp inhale and soft sounds of bodies moving—against each other, if jaehyun may add, then hears donghyun’s giggle and dongmin attempting to shush him. the attempt is futile when he hears a giggle escape his own lips right after.
“shh, dongmin-ah. you don’t want him to wake up to this, do you?” soft and hushed, delivered with zero bite, as if he doesn’t really care. as if he says it solely because he knows what comes after— dongmin’s whine, a little too loud in this quiet room, breathy and high and so shameless.
jaehyun’s eyes shoot open. he’s sweaty and breathing heavily. fuck, new york really does get hot at this time of the year. the sight before him is, least to say, dirty. he curses hotel rooms for placing the beds too close, giving him a clear understanding of whatever is happening. the faint outline of donghyun, hovered over a sweaty dongmin— a whole breathing mess, lips barely grazing each other’s, hips slotted together in a way he can’t help but compare them to puzzle pieces.
the very sane decision, jaehyun knows, is to get up. cough, maybe. sit up and scold them— leehan for sneaking into their room so late into the night, taesan for letting him in, both for being so careless and getting caught up in something so risky before an important upcoming schedule. or maybe for not telling him about whatever they have going on. and then he wonders how long this has been a thing, if it’s just casual, or if it’s something deeper, if they would let him join. what the fuck.
the very insane decision would be to keep his eyes steady, biting his lips to hold back a sound from escaping, clutching the sheets closer to ignore the heat that is engulfing him whole. jaehyun is told very often he is insane, the context is usually very different, but it’s true nonetheless.
donghyun is fucking impatient. jaehyun has known this the entire time they’ve known each other. impatient and greedy little kid, hand hiking up on dongmin’s thighs, stopping right at the waistband of his boxers. jaehyun doesn’t even know when his pants were discarded. his mouth is breathing into the other’s, steady and measured, eyes watching intently at how dongmin responds.
jaehyun admits it’s quite addictive. donghyun’s hand slides past the fabric and grips him, dongmin moans out— the sound is almost choked, a little too pornographic. his back arches into his touch, hips lifting off. so needy, so demanding. even during sex.
“fuck,” dongmin says. so much for being quiet when the rustling of the stiff sheets is too loud just on its own, so much for being quiet when the sound of wetness pierces through jaehyun’s ear, so much for being quiet when donghyun is also moaning into dongmin’s mouth as if he were the one being touched.
jaehyun thinks he must possess some kind of magical power, because his thoughts soon turn into reality when dongmin’s clumsy hands reach to slip inside the other’s trousers, wrapping around him fully.
it’s so risky, doing all this without the privacy a cover could provide. he wonders if this is a regular thing for them, doing this while another person is present in the room. if jaehyun is the first, or just one of the many. jaehyun doesn’t know why he feels possessive and desperately wants the former to be true. he feels sick. he feels like a fucking pervert.
maybe he is one. or else he wouldn’t be reaching for his own pants now.
“you’re so pretty, my dongminnie.” donghyun’s deep voice, whispered against the shell of his ear. jaehyun’s heart leaps out of his throat when dongmin lets out a strangled whine, squirming under the other, pink down to his neck and probably further down. of course, dongmin would like to be praised in bed. why is he even surprised?
“donghyun— maybe we should—” sweet dongmin tries to say, but he’s such a mess, arching into the touch, hand slipping off the other.
“stop?” donghyun whispers back, and jaehyun feels his heart drop in disappointment. he’s so close. he sees dongmin attempt to nod, but donghyun only kisses him. “it’s okay, he’s not awake.”
“yeah?” dongmin gulps out, eyes wide and shiny. he looks so different like this, his usual brattiness faded as the night deepened. jaehyun thinks he's never looked so pliant and small.
donghyun only chuckles.
“it doesn’t really matter, dongmin-ah. i bet he’d like you, like this.” donghyun is cruel and impatient, with such a big mouth. he shoves dongmin’s boxers down and gets a proper hold on him. “you know that, don’t you? i see the way he looks at you.”
dongmin groans, jaehyun can’t tell if it’s from the words or his touch or both. it takes him a second to realize they’re talking about him, and it takes everything in him not to let out an embarrassing sound. it’s humiliating to be accused of something like this. jaehyun wonders if he really looks at the younger like that, if donghyun is right. he’s always been good at reading people, after all.
jaehyun can tell they’re both close. they’re both getting clumsier, movements shaky, and hips stuttering. they can barely kiss, so they’ve just resorted to breathing into each other's mouths. the faint light is wicked and reflects perfectly onto the mess of drool and spit between their lips, and jaehyun is really going to explode.
“donghyun— please, i’m—”
donghyun shushes him, repeating a set of there and come for me and my perfect kitty and more jaehyun really can’t register with his own high approaching. he clenches his eyes shut and imagines a breathy and sweaty donghyun over him, kissing and whispering praises into his skin. then it shifts into a vision of a flushed and whiny dongmin under him, clutching his shirt and batting his pretty wet eyelashes up at him.
jaehyun is fucking greedy. he’s greedy and perverted and sick. but so aren't the other two?