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Seungmin loved knowledge. He liked being the most knowledgeable and felt pride in being the smartest person in any room he entered. He worked hard, cramming his head full of anything he could learn. Knowledge was power, after all. 

When he walked into his first class of the day, he smiled, knowing he was younger than everyone there, but still the smartest—well, maybe besides his professor with a PhD in immunology, but he could compete. He’d been reading the textbook before bed every night, desperate to know everything he could before class began. 

Maybe to some, that wasn’t a great way to spend a break, but to him, it was perfect. 

This was a graduate-level class, and he couldn’t wait for the stimulating discussions science always brought him. 

But when he entered the classroom, ready to sit in his favorite spot—third row from the front, center seat—someone was already sitting in it. 

Some guy in a black and red sports hoodie was sleeping in his prime engagement section. His eyes were closed, lips parted, black hair strewn across his forehead. They were the only two people in the room. 

His eyebrow twitched.

He thought about stomping over and shaking him awake. He was probably in the wrong classroom. Maybe the last class had let out, and everyone left him there, not bothering to wake him from his disrespectful snoring.

As he walked closer, irritated at having to choose four seats to the left and throwing him off center, he glared at him. His face was clearer now—soft cheeks, plump lips, attractive features. Then he noticed the writing on the back of his hoodie.

S.U. WRESTLING TEAM

Annoyance washed over him as he realized he definitely didn’t belong here. Some stupid jock was ruining his first day as a third-year college student. He wanted to throw a pencil at him, or a wad of paper, and tell him to get lost. 

Instead, he decided to let him embarrass himself by waking up to a lecture he knew nothing about. 

Seungmin pulled out his laptop and textbook, ready to learn, even if he wasn’t in his ideal seat. He wasn’t going to let this disturbance get in the way of his education. 

His plan was to continue in the sciences, get his PhD, and contribute his knowledge to the field. Science was interesting, challenging, and complex. It would be hard work and long hours, but he was happiest when he was expanding his mind.

Some people didn’t understand. And he was made fun of a lot for what he loved—especially by guys who looked and dressed just like the one sitting to his right.

Seungmin couldn’t help but glare again. This guy didn’t belong here. He wanted him gone. 

As people started to trickle in, the guy finally woke up. Seungmin rolled his eyes when he yawned loudly with a dramatic stretch. He scratched his sleepy head and tightened the hood of his sweater around it. The exhaustion was clear as day on his face, and Seungmin wondered if he was so tired that he still hadn’t realized his last class was over. There probably wasn’t much going on in that brain of his, judging by the way he just stared at the front of the classroom, barely even blinking. 

He didn’t have a laptop. He didn’t have a textbook. He didn’t even have a pen or paper. All he had was a giant water bottle with S.U. Wrestling Team written on the side. 

When class started, and the professor introduced the course, he was still sitting there, chewing on the string of his hoodie, making Seungmin cringe. 

There was no way this guy could be in this class. 

Absolutely. No. Way. 

Seungmin tried to ignore him, but he couldn’t stop glaring. 

He couldn’t possibly have retained anything the professor was saying. His eyes were barely open. It was probably going in one ear and right out the other.

His breath hitched when the guy suddenly glanced over at him, leaning back in his chair. Their gazes met, and something strange flickered in Seungmin’s heart. The guy winked, and Seungmin flushed bright red, immediately turning back to the front of the classroom. 

What the hell was that for? 

He’d fully expected him to glare back, not wink at him with that smug smirk on his face.

Shit—and he’d just missed what the professor said about their first lesson starting next class.

He could still feel his eyes on his face, but Seungmin ignored him. 

He wasn’t going to let this guy distract him, even if his presence was majorly disruptive.

When class finally ended, the guy picked up his water bottle and stretched with an audible yawn. 

How annoying. Did he have to be so loud?

Seungmin watched as he hopped down to the front of the lecture hall and exited the room. He wasn’t sure why he was so irritated, but there was nothing he hated more than unintelligent athletes.

He sighed and packed up his things. Next time, he just had to get to class earlier so he couldn’t steal his favorite spot. That was probably why he was so bothered. 

For now, he had to get to his next class, so he tried his best to put this stupid jock out of his mind. 

Seungmin almost exploded when he walked into their second immunology class of the semester and saw that guy sleeping in his spot again. He clenched his fists, anger boiling in his stomach. 

So, he apparently wasn’t in the wrong classroom, but Seungmin was still struggling to wrap his brain around how he was in this class in the first place. 

He had on a different hoodie this time, but it was just another variation of the wrestling one he wore last class. He scowled at him. He could at least try to look presentable. Seungmin wore a white button down with a royal blue cardigan over it. He made sure to always look presentable—well dressed people were taken seriously.

The hood was pulled over Changbin’s head, and he was softly snoring, his lips slightly parted.

There was no way he was going to let this guy ruin this class for him. And he wanted his damn spot if he wasn’t going to take a single note or even pay attention. 

He stomped over and tapped his shoulder, slightly startling him awake. The guy blinked up at him with confused, sleepy eyes, scratching his head as he yawned. 

“Oh, hey, you’re the guy with the staring problem,” he said. 

Seungmin definitely wasn’t expecting him to say that. “What?”

He did not have a staring problem.

The guy yawned again, even louder. “Why’d you wake me up? Did class end? Did I sleep through it?” he asked, looking around, completely puzzled. 

“No, you’re in my spot.”

The guy blinked at him again, and Seungmin flushed when he chuckled. 

“Sorry, what?” 

“You’re sitting in my spot,” he repeated.

The guy smirked widely at him. “Well, I was here first.”

Seungmin felt his irritation flare. Honestly, he hadn’t really thought it through, confronting him like this. Of course this guy wasn’t going to give up his seat just because he demanded it. But he was so annoyed he couldn’t stop himself.

“I want to sit there. So move.”

The guy looked taken aback, but amused. Seungmin was surprised when he suddenly stood, and they were chest to chest. He was a bit shorter, so Seungmin had to look down at him slightly as he gestured towards the chair.

“Here,” he said, that smirk still on his smug face. 

Seungmin eyed him carefully before slipping into the seat, having to maneuver around him since he didn’t step out of the way.

He expected him to go sit somewhere else, in the dozens of other spots available, but instead, he sat right down next to him. 

He leaned his elbow on the desk, turning to face him completely.

“Can you go sit somewhere else?” Seungmin asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance. 

“What’s your name?”

Seungmin scowled. “Why?”

“Can’t I be curious about the guy who stared at me for almost an hour last class?” 

The smirk on his face was starting to bother him. 

“I wasn’t staring.” 

“Sure. I must’ve imagined it then.”

Seungmin was about to snap. 

“You were sitting in my spot.”

“Is that why you’re barking at me right now? Over some silly spot in a classroom without assigned seating?” 

Silly? It wasn’t silly. 

“I like to sit three rows back in the center of the class. I focus best here. I like to be fully engaged with the lecture. Not that you would care about that, since you were barely paying attention.” He grumbled the last part, but he definitely heard him.

“How would you know that if you weren’t staring at me?” he teased. 

Seungmin was about to lose it. 

Instead, he turned his face away, taking a deep breath as he pulled out his laptop and textbook.

He couldn’t let him get under his skin—and that was exactly what he was trying to do. He was familiar with guys like him, thinking it was funny to get on his nerves or make fun of him just because he liked academics. 

“I’m Changbin,” he introduced himself, his tone softer. 

Seungmin glanced over at him again, and a sweeter smile spread across his face. And he wasn’t sure why, but he found himself sharing his name too. 

“Seungmin,” he mumbled.

“Is this your fourth year? I feel like I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Third year. I’m ahead in classes. And I like challenging myself.”

Changbin nodded. “Smarty pants, huh?”

Seungmin couldn’t tell if he was making fun of him or not, so he turned his face away again.

“I like learning. But that might be a foreign concept to you.”

Changbin chuckled. “And I guess being uptight is a pretty familiar concept to you.”

Seungmin immediately whipped his head back towards him. If he was going to be a jerk, then he could fuck off to one of the many open seats.

But before he could say anything, Changbin reached out and took his chin between his fingers. 

“Hey, I’m not trying to start a fight, okay? I’m sorry.” 

His tone actually sounded sincere, and that was the only reason Seungmin backed down. He gently pushed his hand away, wondering why his skin tingled in the wake of his touch. 

“There we go,” Changbin said. 

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He smiled widely. “You’re cuter when you’re not trying to bite.” 

A flush spread across his cheeks. Cute? What the fuck?

“Fuck—fuck off.”

“Like a puppy without training.”

He was lost for words, completely embarrassed, not even knowing what to say. Was he calling him a dog? What an asshole. 

Luckily, the professor walked in, and class started. He took a deep breath and tried to focus, even though he could feel Changbin’s eyes boring into him from the side. He wasn’t paying attention again—no textbook, no laptop, no notes. It was getting on his nerves. 

Seungmin tried to listen to the professor, getting frustrated with himself when he glanced over and saw Changbin staring at him, not even trying to be subtle.

“What’s wrong? Can’t focus?” Changbin whispered. 

Seungmin quickly shushed him, but that only made his smirk widen. 

“I thought this was your focusing chair?”

“Shut up,” Seungmin growled. 

Changbin chuckled quietly. “You’re so feisty.”

“Young man, in the wrestling sweater,” the professor said suddenly, making both of their heads snap towards the front of the class. 

Shit. He’d just been caught not paying attention, which set an incredibly bad impression on only the second day of class. He gritted his teeth, knowing he needed to make sure not to sit next to this guy next time.

“Yes, sir?” Changbin said, calmly and politely. 

“Since you seem to be interested in discussion, could you please explain why the inclusion of costimulatory domains is so critical to the advancement of CAR T cell therapy?”

Changbin cleared his throat, and Seungmin knew there was no way he could answer that. The professor probably knew it too, trying to embarrass him for talking during class.

But it served him right. If he wasn’t interested in learning, then why was he even here? Likely just to be on the wrestling team. Seungmin really hated empty-headed athletes. 

“Well, first-generation CAR constructs were able to recognize and kill tumor cells in vitro, but failed to persist long-term in vivo. The inclusion of costimulatory domains to CAR designs, such as CD28, dramatically improved the metabolism of the CAR T cell, which enhanced proliferation, cytokine production, and functional persistence of CAR T cells in vivo, leading to unprecedented clinical patient responses and multiple FDA approvals.”

Seungmin’s eyes went wide, and his jaw hit the floor. 

The professor nodded. “Make sure you’re attentive—and take notes.”

“Yes, sir.” 

Changbin’s eyes slid over to him for a moment, a twitch of a smirk back on his lips. Then he leaned back in his chair, biting on the string of his hoodie instead of taking notes like the professor told him to.

Seungmin could barely focus now. How on earth did he know something like that? Especially off the cuff. He wasn’t sure if he could have even answered that question so smoothly. Changbin was clearly knowledgeable on the topic. 

So he really did belong in this class. 

He was in awe. He had never met a smart athlete. He assumed he was on the university wrestling team, judging by his water bottle and hoodie. He also assumed he had nothing but rocks in his brain. But that clearly wasn’t the case. 

Maybe this guy wasn’t an idiot after all. 

After class ended, and he realized he had missed over half the information the professor had taught, he bit his lip in frustration. 

As he was packing up, he jumped when Changbin patted the top of his head. 

“Later, pup.” 

Even if Seungmin wanted to say something, or tell him off for that damn nickname, he couldn’t. Changbin had already grabbed his water bottle and left the room.

He watched after him, completely frozen in his seat. He placed a hand on his head, still feeling his soft yet firm touch.

And what was with the way his heart was hammering?

Seungmin showed up to class early again. Changbin was there, but this time, he wasn’t sitting in the center chair. He was sleeping in the one right next to it. Seungmin’s heart fluttered, just like it had last time. 

He rushed over, but instead of tapping his shoulder, he observed his sleeping face. He sat down quietly, taking in his parted lips and the way his hair curtained his eyes. 

Seungmin had thought it before, but he was kind of handsome. The urge to reach out and brush the hair from his face was strong, but he fought it. 

He had been thinking about their last class the entire weekend. He’d been completely wrong about this guy, and he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Usually, he was the smartest one in the room, but after Changbin had answered so perfectly and knowledgeably, he couldn’t help but wonder. He didn’t take notes, didn’t have a textbook, seemed to be barely paying attention, but he was smart. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d watched him sleep, but eventually, Changbin’s eyes cracked open. He blinked multiple times, like he was coming to his senses, realizing Seungmin was sitting by his side, eyes stuck on his face.

He sat up with a yawn, fixing the hood over his head. He always wore a hoodie to class. He had on a white one this time.

He smirked at him. “What’s up, pup?” 

Seungmin’s cheeks flushed. “Why are you calling me that?”

“Because you’re kind of yippy. Like my friend’s dog. Cutest little thing, but he bites.” 

His face flamed even darker. 

“Fuck off. I’m not a dog.”

“Just a puppy,” he corrected. 

Seungmin’s eyebrow twitched as he smiled widely at him. Maybe he shouldn’t have sat next to him. But he’d spent all weekend thinking about this guy. 

It was quiet between them for a moment, until Seungmin let his curiosity get the best of him. 

“How come you’re always sleeping in here?” he asked. 

Changbin leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. 

“I go to the gym before class,” he said, glancing at him. “I don’t go back to my apartment after I’m done. I’d just fall asleep and probably skip, so I just sleep here. Even though I’ve got you waking me up because you’re staring at me. Again.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes, and Changbin laughed. 

“I wasn’t staring,” he grumbled. He would never admit that maybe he was. 

“Okay. Sure.” 

Silence loomed over them again, and Seungmin took the opportunity to pull out his laptop and textbook. He glanced over at Changbin, noticing all he had again was his water bottle. 

“Why don’t you take notes?” 

Changbin shrugged. “Don’t need to.” 

“Why?” he asked again. 

“Because I’ll just remember it.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows furrowed. Either this guy was a total genius, or he’d just gotten lucky in the last class when he was called on. It was still hard for him to believe that he was this smart, especially if he was just some jock. 

“Are you on the wrestling team for the university?” he asked. 

Changbin smirked at him again. “Curious about me?”

“No,” Seungmin spat out quickly. “I just saw it on your hoodie.”

He was curious. But again, he wasn’t going to admit that. 

Changbin chuckled. “Yes, I’m on the wrestling team.”

“But you’re in the sciences.”

“Uh, yeah. And?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“How did you know the answer?”

Changbin blinked at him. “Sorry, you’re losing me here. The answer to what?”

“Last class. The professor asked you a question to try to catch you off guard for not paying attention. But you knew the answer. How?”

Maybe he was pressing too hard about it, but it had been on his mind all weekend.

“It wasn’t that hard of a question,” he said with a shrug. 

But it wasn’t an easy question, either.

“But how did you know?”

He wasn’t even sure what kind of answer he was looking for. Did he read the text before class? Did he take this course in a prior semester, or perhaps a variation of it?

“Because I’m smarter than I look to you, apparently.”

Seungmin flushed. Honestly, yeah, he had thought he wasn’t even supposed to be in this class. But it was hard to believe that some jock was smarter than him. This had never happened before. It couldn’t happen. 

Before he could say anything else, the professor walked in. He always seemed to arrive right before class was supposed to start, and he rushed to begin the lecture, bringing up the slides.

Seungmin had to focus. He couldn’t let this guy distract him. Again. 

He probably just got lucky last class. He wasn’t smarter than him. He was just some jock, barely paying attention, and getting on his nerves by stealing his favorite spot and bothering him as he tried to learn. 

But as the professor asked questions to the class, Changbin kept raising his hand, answering every single one—correctly. The professor looked impressed, and Seungmin couldn’t compete by raising his hand fast enough. The one time he did, panic raced through him, and he forgot his response. Changbin jumped in and saved him, answering articulately.

Honestly, he should’ve been pissed. He thought he would be pissed. But as he listened to his responses, he was nothing but utterly impressed. 

And when class ended, and he was stuck staring at him in awe, Changbin said the same thing as last time. 

“Later, pup.”

Seungmin’s cheeks burned as he watched him leave, words caught in his throat as he smiled at him. 

Seungmin didn’t know anything about wrestling. His roommate Felix’s boyfriend was a wrestler, but he graduated a few years ago and went to a different university. Maybe he should’ve asked him a few things before sneaking into the gym and slithering up the bleachers. He plopped down in the back, with the intention of being invisible. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about Changbin—his pretty face, his snarky smirk, his undeniable knowledge. It was driving him crazy, running through his mind all week, befuddling him. 

Seungmin didn’t have a great history with guys like this. He wasn’t even sure why he was here. But none of the guys who bullied him had ever had a brain in their heads. 

Changbin was different, though. And Seungmin was desperate to figure out why. 

He was a jock, but wasn’t mean to him. Well, he liked to tease him by calling him pup, but he wasn’t malicious or anything. He was an athlete, but incredibly smart. Seungmin couldn’t wrap his head around it. Ninety-nine percent of the time, jocks didn’t care about school. They had rocks rolling around in their heads, and he couldn’t stand them.

So he was majorly confused when Changbin took up residence in his brain all week.

He had no idea why he’d decided to come to his wrestling match. He started looking up things about wrestling, and since he liked to learn, he thought maybe getting experience firsthand would help—even though he was skipping a study session for this, which he knew he’d regret later. 

He wondered if Changbin was even any good. Maybe he was the coach’s son or something. It wasn’t fair that he was good-looking, athletic, and smart. 

Seungmin startled when the announcer’s voice filled the gym. It was louder than he expected, and his heart raced when he saw a familiar face emerge in a skin-tight uniform and headgear.

Suddenly, his throat went dry. During class, Changbin always wore those baggy hoodies, so he never got a good look at his body. He knew he was in great shape, since he was a wrestler and obviously went to the gym often. But he wasn’t expecting his muscles to be so huge. His arms were incredible, and Seungmin’s jaw dropped as he stepped onto the mat, rolling his shoulders to loosen up.

Seungmin glanced down at his own arms, squeezing the soft tissue. Should he hit the gym? Maybe he should get muscles like that. Honestly, he’d never been to a gym and rarely worked out. 

“And now, wrestling for S.U. University, Seo Changbin.”

His head flicked back to the circle, where someone taller and less stocky than Changbin matched up against him. Even from the back of the bleachers, he could see the smirk on his face. 

When the whistle blew, they both dropped into a crouched stance. A neutral position—or so he’d read while studying yesterday. Seungmin noticed Changbin’s tense posture, hands up, eyes laser-focused. There were three periods, he remembered, a total of seven minutes.

They circled each other, hands smacking and grabbing, just pushing at each other. Seungmin’s heart pounded when Changbin ducked lower, wrapping his arms around the guy’s knees and forcing him off his feet.

And now he understood why they called it wrestling—because they were seriously wrestling each other. Changbin had his body wrapped around his opponent, bringing him to the mat. Honestly, he made it look easy, and Seungmin noticed that smirk on his face as he took complete control. 

Seungmin tried to recall how points were scored, but he was too focused on Changbin’s muscles—taut, flexed, and dripping with sweat. His opponent struggled to get free, hands gripping Changbin’s arm around him. But Changbin was too strong, holding him completely immobile. 

He could hear Changbin grunt deeply as he held him down. His body glistened under the lights, and eventually, the guy gave up.

The whistle blew again, and they both stood. The period must have been over, and it ended in a flash. Changbin fixed his headgear and wiped his sweat, chest taking in deep, rapid breaths. He licked his top lip, perspiration gathering there. He shook out his arms quickly, and this time, he stood over his opponent, chest to his back, arms around him, in a top, dominating position.

He wondered what it would feel like to have him completely embrace him, muscles constricting his movements, sweaty skin sticking together…

Seungmin’s eyes widened. He quickly pressed a hand over the front of his jeans. 

No. Fucking. Way. 

He flushed bright red, tearing his eyes away from Changbin and the wrestling match. He couldn’t believe himself. He was so immersed, so intrigued, so captivated, so…

Oh my god. 

He had to get out of there. But now he had a raging boner, and he still had to make his way through dozens of people sitting on the bleachers.

This was so humiliating. This had never happened to him before. 

He ran quickly, hoping no one would pay attention to him since the match was still on going. He tried his best not to make a disturbance, but with people cheering and focused on the wrestlers, it was easy for him to slip out unnoticed. When he hopped off the bleachers, he bolted for the nearest bathroom and locked himself in a stall.

He slammed his hands on the walls, sweating and breathing heavily, his cock still straining against his jeans. He couldn’t get Changbin’s muscles out of his head, or the way he completely dominated that guy so quickly.

He held him down, forced him still, muscles keeping him in a headlock. Seungmin found himself wondering how it would feel if he were the one being held down. Changbin was so much bigger than him, he wouldn’t even be a match. It would be a joke if he tried to wrestle him. He could probably snap him in half if he really wanted to. The only thing Seungmin had on him was height, but that didn’t seem to matter, considering he just took down his taller opponent within seconds.

Seungmin was going insane. Even after he took a few deep breaths and his arousal went down, he still couldn’t get him out of his head. In fact, it was even worse now that he’d attended the match.

His heart was acting strange, and the feeling in his stomach was driving him crazy. All he could think about was those muscles and that smirk.

Something was definitely happening to him. 

“What does it mean when I keep thinking about wanting to be held down by a really strong guy?” 

Felix just blinked at him, surprise written all over his face. To be fair, he’d just questioned him out of the blue as he walked into his room. 

“Um, well…I guess it means you have a strength kink?”

Seungmin nodded slowly. “And how do I fix that?” 

Felix chuckled softly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I need these thoughts to stop.” 

Felix lay on his bed on his stomach, kicking his feet back and forth as he put his phone down. “Well, it’s not something you have to fix, babe. If you like it, then that’s perfectly okay.” 

He had that curious smile on his face, and Seungmin knew they were about to play twenty questions, Felix wringing him like a rag until he got all the information out of him.

Felix had been his best friend since their first year of college. Seungmin had signed up to give free tutoring lessons, and Felix was a regular, filling up Seungmin’s time slots every week. 

Felix was sweet. He even brought him brownies after he helped him ace his midterms. They ended up hanging out even after tutoring hours, and Seungmin really liked his bubbly personality.

He also felt safe with him. He could tell Felix anything, and he would never judge him. And when he met Felix’s boyfriend, Chan, he felt even more certain he could trust him with everything.

When Seungmin told him that he was gay, Felix couldn’t stop gushing about how happy he was that he’d told him. He also immediately tried to hook him up with a bunch of Chan’s friends, but Seungmin wasn’t really interested in a relationship.

He had only ever dated one guy before, and it was very brief. He had awkwardly lost his virginity, and honestly, nothing about it was special. Maybe it had just been a bad experience, but he wasn’t aching to have sex again.

But something changed when he saw Changbin’s wrestling match. He’d never actively thought about sex like this, nor had he daydreamed about getting manhandled like Changbin’s wrestling opponent.

It had been on his mind ever since, and it was starting to stress him out.

He’d been wanting to talk to Felix about it, but he had been out with his boyfriend over the weekend, and honestly, Seungmin struggled to gather his thoughts on what to even say.

Seungmin sighed and sat down next to him. 

“Did you meet someone?” Felix asked carefully, probably noticing how stressed he was, treading lightly. 

“No,” he said, wincing when he realized that was a lie. “Well…there’s this guy in my immunology class.”

Felix’s eyes sparkled with the information. “Oh, really? Some strong, smart guy?” 

Seungmin flushed. “He’s on the wrestling team.” 

“Hey, Chan wrestled, too,” he said, sitting up quickly. “Oh my god, maybe they know each other. We could have a double date!”

“No, I…don’t like him.”

“What? Why not? It sounds like you like him. Or you’re at least interested in him.” 

“Because jocks are assholes.” 

“Well, that’s just simply not true,” Felix said, poking his thigh. 

“All jocks I’ve ever known are assholes. So why would he be any different?” he grumbled. 

They bullied him. They called him a nerd. They called him a loser. And he’d never admit it out loud to anybody, but they made him cry. 

“Chan’s a jock, and he’s not an asshole, is he?” Felix asked. 

He’d only met Chan a few times. He was nice enough, but he was definitely only being nice to him because he and Felix were friends—not because he liked him or thought he was cool or anything.

“No.”

He wasn’t going to say any of that out loud, though. 

“Have you talked to this guy?” 

“Sometimes we talk.” 

He kept sitting in his seat—well, next to his seat. 

“Has he been nice to you?” 

Seungmin shrugged. He guessed he wasn’t mean to him. 

“Yeah.” 

“And you think he’s hot, right?” 

He had an attractive face—and body, now that he’d gotten a good look at it.

“I…think so.” 

“So you should ask him out.” 

Seungmin whipped his head over at him. “There’s no way I can do that.”

He’d never asked someone out before. He wouldn’t even know how or know what to say. Besides, Changbin probably didn’t want to go out with someone like him.

“Why not?” 

“Because I can’t just ask him out.”

What if he laughed at him?

“Sure you can.”

“No, Felix. I can’t.”

He wondered if Felix could hear the insecurity in his tone, because he placed a hand on his thigh. 

“Okay, then what if you flirt a bit? Make him ask you out?”

“I can’t do that either.” 

Felix eyed him. “Yes, you can. I’ll help you.”

Seungmin wasn’t even sure why he was considering it. 

“How?” he mumbled. 

“All you have to do is ask him about himself. Have you asked him about wrestling? That’s how I started talking to Chan.”

Seungmin blushed, and he couldn’t believe he was about to admit it. “No, but I…went and saw a wrestling match.” 

He wasn’t going to tell him he went and saw Changbin’s match. He was still kind of embarrassed about the whole thing. 

“Wait, what? When?” 

“Friday. I went to learn. I was curious.”

“About wrestling? You should have asked me.”

Seungbin shrugged. “You were out.”

And he kind of wanted to see Changbin wrestle. He’d been thinking about it all week. 

“I would’ve answered if you called, you know.” 

Seungmin knew Felix would do anything for him. He was just that kind of friend. 

“Well, theoretically, if I try to flirt…what should I ask him?”

Felix’s smile widened. “Ask him to show you a few moves.” 

Seungmin wanted to roll his eyes.

“I’m not asking that.”

“Okay, fine. Then ask him how he got into it. That’s a good conversation starter, and no matter what he says, make sure to look at him with sparkling eyes—like this.” 

Felix proceeded to blink at him multiple times, eyelashes fluttering so fast he could feel a breeze.

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously?” 

“Yes, try it on me real quick.” 

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. It was ridiculous, so he wasn’t sure why he even decided to try.

Blinking rapidly made him feel dizzy, and he was pretty sure he looked stupid, especially when Felix stifled a laugh. 

Seungmin lightly punched his shoulder, but he couldn’t help but chuckle too. “Fuck off. I’m not doing this.” 

“Okay, honestly, your smile is totally cute enough to win him over. I’m sure of it.” 

A flush spread across his cheeks. “Really?” 

Man, he sounded so pathetic. He wasn’t even sure why he cared. He didn’t need some jock’s approval. 

So why the hell did he want it?

Felix nodded. “Yes. And you should also ask if you can come to a match.” 

Seungmin hesitated.

“Maybe.” 

Lurking in silence might have been better for him, especially after what happened. 

“You better keep me updated,” he warned with a finger. 

He wasn’t even sure there would be anything to update him on. He was just…intrigued by him a little. Maybe it was just a simple infatuation, and it would dissipate soon enough. 

But he agreed anyway. 

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, Felix.”

Felix leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him groan. He was affectionate, while Seungmin was more reserved. But Felix wouldn’t let him shy away from his love.

He gave a small smile anyway, feeling a bit lighter now that he’d talked about it. Maybe he was just overthinking it. He was sure that within a week, all these strange emotions would disappear, and the intense urge to have Changbin’s muscles wrapped around his body wouldn’t run through his mind again.

Those feelings hadn’t gone away. At least not by the next class. As soon as he saw him, his heart did a backflip.

Seungmin got to class early, and just like always, Changbin was there next to his seat, fast asleep. He walked over to him, careful not to wake him up. He honestly wasn’t sure if he could handle talking to him after his conversation with Felix—or what had happened at the match. All he could picture was Changbin in that skin-tight uniform, sweat dripping down his neck, arm muscles taut, wishing it was around his—

Changbin’s eyes suddenly opened, and Seungmin panicked, quickly looking away. He didn’t have his laptop or textbook out, so there was no use in pretending to be busy studying.

He yawned loudly, like usual, and Seungmin hoped he hadn’t caught him staring while he was asleep. If he accused him this time, he wasn’t even sure he could deny it. 

Seungmin had no idea why, but when Changbin just turned the other way and laid his head back down, he felt disappointed. Usually, he would talk to him before class started. The feeling in his heart was unpleasant as Changbin fell back asleep without saying a single word. 

Maybe he was extra tired from the gym. Or maybe he needed to get a grip, because Changbin wasn’t his friend. He was probably annoyed that he kept bothering him. But if he didn’t want to be bothered, then he should’ve sat somewhere else. Because this was his seat. 

He couldn’t help but frown as he pulled out his textbook, opening it to read a few passages before the lecture started. He sighed when he realized he hadn’t studied at all for their quiz next class, but he’d been too busy reading about wrestling lately, and thinking about Changbin. 

Changbin only lifted his head after the professor walked in. He sat back in his seat, chewing on the string of his hoodie, and didn’t answer a single question. 

Seungmin answered a few, and when he glanced over to see if Changbin looked impressed, he noticed he was barely paying attention. At some point, his eyes had closed again. 

Whatever. He didn’t need his approval anyway. Why did he care what some smart, hot wrestler thought of him?

He bit his lip, trying to focus, typing every word the professor said and highlighting all the important sections of the text so he could study properly and be prepared for the exam in a few weeks.

When class ended, he looked over to see that Changbin had drifted off again. What he should have done was close his laptop, put his textbook in his bag, and leave without another thought of him. But of course, he couldn’t help but shake his shoulder.

“Class is over,” he said bluntly. 

Changbin snapped awake, looking lost for a moment until his eyes settled on him. 

“Shit,” he muttered, rubbing his left eye. 

Seungmin shoved his textbook into his bag, and he hated that he hesitated before standing up. 

It was stupid. He was stupid. But curiosity flowed through his veins, and it wouldn’t stop. 

“Why are you so tired today?” 

Changbin sighed. “I’m cutting—for wrestling. I’m on this special diet. To reduce body fat but keep muscle.” 

Maybe he was imagining it, but he seemed annoyed. His usual smile was gone, so he concluded that he was bothering him. 

“Sorry for asking,” Seungmin grumbled. He slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to leave, but Changbin grabbed his wrist. 

Seungmin shivered violently, the strength in his grip catching him off guard. 

“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound snippy.”

Seungmin’s heart fluttered when he saw his apologetic eyes and soft pout. 

“It’s fine.”

“I’m just really tired.”

“Then you should’ve stayed home.”

He was the snippy one now. Maybe he was just frustrated that he hadn’t talked to him in class. 

Changbin smirked. “C’mon, pup. Don’t be mad at me.”

Seungmin flushed. “I’m not mad. And stop calling me that.”

“But you’re yippin’ at me.”

Seungmin glared. “You started it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rile you up.”

Seungmin scoffed. “Whatever.”

He would’ve stormed out, but Changbin still had a tight hold on his wrist. Even if he wanted to rip his arm away, he knew he couldn’t. 

“My coach wants me down a weight class, so it’s been tough lately.”

Seungmin nodded. He kind of knew what that meant after his research, and from what he learned, it sounded like hell. Seungmin had never been on a diet in his life. 

“That sounds like it sucks.”

Maybe that was too blunt. But he didn’t shy away from honesty. That’s probably why he didn’t have a lot of friends, since they didn’t really understand him. 

Changbin laughed. “It does, and it doesn’t. It’s worth the results.”

He let go of Seungmin’s wrist, much to his disappointment. 

He should have just left. But maybe he could try to take Felix’s advice and ask him about it. And he was actually a little curious, wanting to learn more from a direct source.

“I don’t get it. Doesn’t that make you feel weaker? I mean, you’re already so tired that you can barely keep your eyes open during class.”

It wasn’t a dig, but a genuine question. Thankfully, Changbin didn’t seem to take it offensively, since there was a smile on his face.

“Yeah, but I’ll have a size advantage over the smaller guys in my weight class.”

Seungmin nodded with furrowed brows. He guessed that made sense, even if he didn’t fully grasp it.

“It’s easier to wrap the smaller guys up. Easier takedowns. More points for me. More wins.”

Seungmin swallowed hard, suddenly thinking about the way he had his opponent wrapped up at the match—muscles taut, sweat dripping. And the thought of him holding down smaller opponents was kind of…

He could not think about that right now. It was too risky, especially after last time. He’d be humiliated for life if he got turned on in front of him. 

“Are you into wrestling?” Changbin asked. 

“No, not really,” he said—but that wasn’t a great conversation starter, so he quickly tried to save it. “But…my friend’s boyfriend is a wrestler.”

“Oh, really? You got a name?”

“Bang Chan. But he went to a different university.”

Changbin tapped his chin. “Yeah, alright, I think I know him. We’ve had a few matches.”

“That’s cool.”

Seungmin really had no idea what else to say. Conversation was difficult for him sometimes. 

“I won, by the way,” Changbin added with a smirk, flexing his muscles. “He’s taller, but I’ve got more power.” 

He knew Chan was strong. He’d seen him lift weights at his apartment once when Felix invited him over to hang out. He remembered being impressed, knowing those weights would snap his arms if he tried to lift them.

Changbin must have been stronger than him. He suddenly found himself wondering how much he could lift.

“Anyways—I gotta get going,” Changbin said, grabbing his water bottle and pulling his hood over his head. “I gotta hit the gym later this afternoon to meet with my trainer, so I gotta fit in some studying at the library before then.” 

“You go to the gym twice a day?” Seungmin asked. 

“Well, I lift in the morning, and then drills and practice in the afternoon.” 

“I’ve never even been inside a gym,” Seungmin said. 

Changbin let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, yeah. I can see that.” He took hold of his upper arm, squeezing softly. “You’re all skin and bones.”

Seungmin’s heart hammered, and something stirred in his stomach. 

“There’s muscle there,” he argued, trying to flex the best he could. 

“You’re sure?” he asked with a smirk.

He let go of his arm, and Seungmin wasn’t sure why he wished he’d tugged it behind his back, holding him still, maybe pressing an arm around his neck to show him what real muscles looked like. 

His heart skipped a beat. 

“Later, pup. See you next class.” 

Seungmin flushed and didn’t even yell at him for calling him pup again. He just waved, unable to find his voice as Changbin left the classroom. 

He was totally stupid. He skipped studying again. Instead of going to the library like he should have, he sat at the top of the gym bleachers, waiting for Changbin’s wrestling match to start. He was hiding, not wanting to be seen, especially after he’d told him he wasn’t really interested in wrestling. It would be embarrassing if he got caught here. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about him again—the way he touched his arm, the way he smirked at him, the way he called him pup.

It was driving him crazy, and the feelings in his chest were making it hard to sleep at night. All he kept thinking about was Changbin, wondering what it would feel like if he were on that mat, getting pinned to the floor.

He sighed and pulled his hood over his head, trying to calm down. The anticipation dancing in his stomach made him bounce his leg, shaking the bleachers. He stopped when someone glanced at him, but his body was still trembling.

When the announcers introduced him, Seungmin snapped his head up. There he was, all muscle and skin, staring at his opponent with intensity. He looked more rigid this time around, less smirky, and Seungmin wondered if it was because of whatever diet he’d been on.

It must’ve been hard being a wrestler, but Changbin made it look easy.

When the whistle blew, he had his arms wrapped around his smaller opponent within seconds. A takedown—yeah, he was pretty sure that’s what it was called. He could hear his opponent’s grunts all the way from the bleachers, and when Changbin’s smirk returned, he shuddered.

The seven-minute match went fast. Seungmin’s eyes were locked on him the entire time. Those muscles of his were unbelievable, and when he flipped his opponent like he weighed nothing, Seungmin wondered how easily he could flip him. His heart hammered against his ribs. He wasn’t sure what was going on with the scoring, but somehow, Changbin won. 

He stood to cheer and clap with the crowd, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than he intended, but he was impressed by him. Every day, he impressed him even more. 

Seungmin wasn’t sure what was happening, but this guy was taking over every space inside his mind. 

He was smart, attractive, talented, and kind. And even from here, that smirk teased him.

But then it disappeared.

His heart stopped when their eyes suddenly met. His hood had fallen off when he stood, and he was so fucking busted. 

Changbin’s smirk came back even wider, followed by a wink in his direction.

Fuck. 

Instead of retreating to the locker room, Changbin raced over to the bleachers. 

Well. He couldn’t run now.

He gestured for him to come down, but Seungmin’s feet were frozen. 

What was he going to say? Was he going to make fun of him? Was he going to tease him? 

He couldn’t move. He was afraid. Jocks were all the same. 

“Come here, pup!” 

Seungmin’s eyebrow twitched, and he suddenly bounded down the bleachers. A few people looked at him curiously, and he wanted to punch Changbin for calling him that in public—even though it would probably feel like nothing to him.

When he reached the bottom, Seungmin didn’t even say hello. He pushed past him, his skin still sweaty, and he tried his best to put those muscles out of his mind. 

He wasn’t sure why he was so embarrassed. Maybe it was because he knew it was silly to have a crush on someone like him. Because that was definitely what this was, realizing it just now, and knowing he would be disappointed and hurt when he eventually made fun of him. 

He rushed down the hall, needing to get out of there. 

“Hey—wait up,” Changbin called out. 

He grabbed his wrist, forcing him to a halt. Seungmin’s breath hitched, feeling that strong grip again. 

“What?” he snapped, not turning around. His cheeks were bright red, and he could feel it. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Seungmin gritted his teeth. “I don’t know.” 

He couldn’t admit his feelings or his curiosity. He just couldn’t. 

“Did you come to watch my match?” 

Seungmin was getting irritated. For someone so smart, he sure was acting stupid. 

“What do you think?”

Changbin yanked his wrist, pulling him around until he was facing him. Something tingled in his stomach, his body turning hot.

Changbin narrowed his eyes, trying to look at him, but Seungmin avoided his gaze. 

“What’s the problem? Why are you yippin’ at me?”

“Just—let go of me.” 

He seriously needed him to let go. The tight grip was enough to make something stir inside him. He couldn’t stop it, especially with his muscles on display, wet and glistening.

“Then tell me why you’re here.” 

Seungmin flushed deeply. “I was just curious, that’s all.” 

“About what? Wrestling?”

“No, swimming,” he deadpanned. 

“Hey.” Changbin reached out and tipped up his chin. Their eyes finally met, and Seungmin swallowed nervously.

Changbin didn’t seem amused. He didn’t look angry either, but he was definitely serious. There was a glint in his gaze, warning him not to test him.

Seungmin knew he was putting up that wall, but the last thing he wanted was to get hurt. 

“Alright, yeah. I was curious about wrestling, okay?” he mumbled. 

And you. But there was no way he could admit that. 

His heart fluttered wildly when Changbin gently cupped his cheek before letting his hand fall. He also let go of the grip on his wrist, making Seungmin’s disappointment swell.

“You should’ve told me you were coming,” he said, and Seungmin flicked his eyes away again.

“I wasn’t even planning on coming.” 

That was a lie. He’d been thinking about it for a week.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

Seungmin hadn’t expected that. He really thought he would make fun of him.

It was quiet, Seungmin unsure what to say. 

“What did you think?” Changbin asked. 

What did he think? He couldn’t tell him about any of the perverted thoughts running through his mind. But maybe it was okay to tell him he thought he was a good wrestler.

“You’re…really impressive,” he admitted.

A smirk formed on his lips, and Seungmin wanted to roll his eyes. 

“You think so?”

Seungmin shrugged. He wasn’t going to say it again. Even if he very much thought so.

“That guy was no match. I almost felt bad,” Changbin added, brushing his sweaty hair off his face. 

Seungmin’s eyes locked onto his arm, flexing beautifully.

“You were all over him,” Seungmin said, the words leaving his lips without his brain’s consent.

“Easy match. He was small.” 

Seungmin scoffed. “He wasn’t small at all.”

Even if he wasn’t as big as Changbin, he was still extremely buff. 

Changbin shrugged. “Small in my eyes, at least.” 

“Then what do you think about me?” 

He had no idea why he even asked that. It was insane. He flushed deeply, looking away when Changbin’s eyes flicked over him slowly.

“You?” 

Before Seungmin could say he was just kidding, Changbin grabbed his arm and pulled him in. He gasped, his tight grip making his head spin all over again.

“Weak.” 

Seungmin blinked at him. Was that an insult?

“What? I’m not wea—”

A pathetic sound escaped him when Changbin twisted him around and pressed him chest-first into the wall, his arm tucked behind his back.

“No? Try to move then,” he said calmly. 

Seungmin’s heart slammed so hard it felt like it vibrated the wall.

He wasn’t hurting him, but he held him completely still. He couldn’t move at all, even when he tried to break free. He groaned as he struggled against his grip, excitement bubbling in his stomach.

He couldn’t move. Not even a little.

Changbin leaned in behind him, his lips brushing close to his ear. “I’m using about fifteen percent of my strength right now, just so you know.”

Seungmin whimpered, his eyes going wide as it left his lips. But the fact that he was barely using any strength was enough to make his knees go weak. 

“I—I can’t—I can’t move.” 

He wasn’t even sure why he said those words. It was obvious he couldn’t move. 

“I know. You’re weak.”

“I’m—I’m not.”

It was pointless to argue. He was weak. But some reckless, crazy part of him wanted to be held down even harder, wanted him to prove it, to take complete control of him, to dominate him. 

He let out a soft whine when Changbin pressed him a little harder into the wall.

“You’re not?” His tone was teasing. His fingers tightened around his wrist as he yanked him back. “C’mon, just look at my arms compared to yours.”

Seungmin glanced down and saw the noticeable difference in their arms. But not even just their arms—their thighs, their shoulders, even the thickness of his neck.

Holy fuck.

“I’m—I’m taller,” he choked out. 

Changbin let out a soft laugh.

Before Seungmin could catch his breath, he spun him and slammed him against the wall. Both wrists were pinned above his head, held tight in Changbin’s grip.

“Cute. But being taller has nothing to do with strength. Especially when you’re so easy to manhandle.”

Seungmin’s knees almost gave out. He leaned in closer, and he couldn’t take it anymore when he felt Changbin’s breath on his neck. His eyes widened as he realized he was completely turned on, just like last time.

He was going to notice if he got any closer. If their bodies brushed, he would feel it. 

“Stop—stop it,” he begged.

“Too much, pup?” Changbin teased. “Maybe you should think about this before you start barking at me next time.”

Seungmin’s stomach swirled with arousal, his cock twitching desperately. 

“Okay—please…” 

He sounded so pathetic, and when Changbin let go, he let out the softest whimper. He tilted his head towards the floor, completely embarrassed. There was no way he wouldn’t notice his arousal. It was written all over his face, clouded his eyes, and was obvious if his glance traveled below his waist. 

But Changbin just tipped his chin up again, smiling gently. “That’s all it takes to get a please from you, huh? Just needed a bit of taming?”

Seungmin was too dazed to fight back, so he just nodded. 

“You really are cute like this,” Changbin whispered, gripping his chin and moving his face back and forth. “Easy to control when you’re shown who’s in charge.”

Seungmin whined a little louder, needing him to stop. They were in public, and he couldn’t take it. 

When Changbin pulled completely away, Seungmin felt like he could finally breathe. But he instantly missed the touch, wanting to beg for it back—even though that would be insane.

He rubbed his arm, wishing it would stop tingling where he’d touched him. 

“Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Changbin asked suddenly.

Seungmin was surprised at the thick concern in his tone. 

“No, you didn’t…hurt me at all.”

“I got carried away,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “So…I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t, really. I was just…” 

…so fucking turned on I needed you to stop before I came in my pants. 

He would rather die than admit that. 

“I’m glad you came today,” he said quickly. “You should come again. When I have another match.”

Seungmin’s heart fluttered at getting an invite. And he thought Changbin had sounded a little nervous when he said that. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

It was quiet between them for a moment, the awkward silence making them both a bit uncomfortable.

“Ah…well, I should get back. I gotta cool down and shower.”

More disappointment filled Seungmin’s chest.

“Right. I should—get home. I have to study.”

Changbin nodded, giving him the smallest smile. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Yeah, probably. Unless you skip.” 

A chuckle left Changbin’s lips. “I won’t skip.”

“Then, yeah.”

His smile was sweet, and Seungmin wondered what that look in his eyes meant as he stared at him.

“Later, pup.”

Seungmin flushed, just like he always did when he called him that. 

“Bye.”

He watched as Changbin made his way back into the gym, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

He was nervous. He hadn’t seen Changbin since he’d completely manhandled him in the hallway at his wrestling match. And he kind of wanted it to happen again. 

He was insane for thinking that way, but he couldn’t help it. For the last four days, he’d thought about him every night, biting his lip as he thrust into his fist, thinking of how Changbin had him pinned, completely unable to move. 

He wanted more.

He got to class early and found Changbin fast asleep in the seat next to his. His heart fluttered as he hurried over.

He poked his shoulder this time, wanting to talk to him.

Changbin slowly lifted his head, sleepy eyes blinking bleary at him.

“Oh, hey, pup,” he said, before stretching with a big, loud yawn.

Seungmin hated to admit that those words sounded endearing.

“You went to the gym this morning?” 

Changbin nodded. “Yeah. Early.”

“How early?” 

He slid into the seat next to him, maybe leaning a bit closer than usual. 

A smile stretched across Changbin’s lips. “I was there by five, but I got up at four.”

Seungmin wasn’t sure he’d seen four in the morning in his entire life.

“No wonder you’re always so tired.” 

Changbin chuckled. “You’re the one who keeps waking me up from my morning nap.” 

Seungmin flushed. His words hadn’t sounded annoyed, but if he was bothering him, then he wouldn’t sit next to him anymore. 

He turned his face away, realizing how stupid he was being. He was way too eager to see him this morning, like a dog wagging its tail when it saw its owner. Fuck, it was actually borderline embarrassing how happy he was to see him sitting there next to his seat. 

“Hey.”

His breath hitched when Changbin took his chin, tilting it back towards him. Their gazes met, and Seungmin never felt his heart flutter so hard in his chest.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t mind, you know.”

Seungmin wished his heart wasn’t beating so fast. It was making it a little hard to think. His touch was also incredibly soft, completely different from the way he had grabbed him last week.

But he didn’t want him to lie. 

“I can go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you.”

“No, you’re seriously not bothering me.”

“Well, that’s the second time you’ve said that. So if I’m annoying you, then just say it,” he snapped. 

Changbin stared at him with the softest frown. 

“Seungmin, you’re not annoying me.” 

His name rolled off his tongue so sweetly. He’d never called him by his name before.

“Oh, so I’m Seungmin now? What happened to pup?”

Changbin’s lips parted slightly, eyes widening a little. 

Fuck. He shouldn’t have said that. His tone was snarky and a bit whiny, making him sound like a total brat.

He was about to get up and run for the exit, possibly quit the class so he would never have to see him again, but before he could, Changbin’s hand slid to the back of his neck. His grip tightened, pulling Seungmin in close. 

“I can call you pup, if that’s really what you want,” he whispered, his lips on his ear. 

Seungmin’s face burned, his heart exploding. Changbin’s fingers dug into his skin, and he really thought he would whimper if he tried to speak. 

Thank god there was no one else in the room, and they still had another ten minutes before the first few students would start trickling in. But he didn’t want to risk getting caught in a compromising position like this in the middle of the lecture hall.

“Let—let go.”

Seungmin whimpered this time as he tugged him back to look at him. The smirk on Changbin’s face flustered him. And the fact that he was manhandling him again made his stomach stir.

“Then answer my question first.” 

“I was—I was just kidding.”

“Were you?” 

“I was,” he tried to say confidently. It was anything but. 

“I don’t think you were.”

Seungmin knew his cheeks were bright red. But the way Changbin held him still, softly caressing his thumb over his nape, was going to make him lose his mind. 

But there was no way he would admit he actually got a little excited whenever he called him pup.

He huffed, flicking his eyes away, refusing to answer.

Changbin shook his head, his smirk widening. “You need some serious training,” he said. 

Seungmin’s eyes flicked back over. “What?”

He gasped when Changbin pulled him in by the neck again, pushing him left, right, then back so they were looking at each other.

“You’re too flimsy,” he said, shaking him until Seungmin whined in complaint. “You should come to the gym with me in the morning.”

“Come with you…to the gym?”

Seungmin tried to move, but he couldn’t. Fuck, it was turning him on like crazy.

“Yeah. I’ll teach you to lift. We’ll build some muscle. Gain some power.”

“I already have power. Brain power.”

Changbin laughed. “Okay, yeah. But you have no body power,” he said, shaking him. 

“Knock it off,” he whined, even though he didn’t mean those words. He’d let him do anything if it meant he would manhandle him like this. 

“Come on. You should exercise your body just as much as your brain.”

Seungmin bit his lip. The thought of getting up so early sounded terrible, but spending time with Changbin, watching him sweat and tear his muscles apart, sounded so enticing that he couldn’t say no. 

“When?”

Changbin’s grin looked like it was about to split his face. 

“How about before our next class?”

“Five is so early,” he grumbled. 

“Then how about five-thirty?”

“That’s still five and barely any better.”

Changbin chuckled. “You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never lifted before,” he admitted, a little nervous. What if Changbin made fun of him for not knowing how?

“That’s okay. We won’t go too crazy. And I’ll spot you,” he said reassuringly. 

Seungmin had to start realizing that Changbin wasn’t like the jocks he knew. He was kinder, sweeter, and Seungmin felt like he could trust him.

Changbin still had a grip on his neck, but it loosened, fingers lightly caressing him. That’s when it hit him that they were way too close, and as someone walked through the door, he shot back in his seat. 

He quickly took out his laptop and tried to pretend there wasn’t a slight bulge in the front of his jeans. 

He couldn’t believe this kept happening to him.

Changbin’s soft chuckle made him want to punch him in the arm, but instead, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on turning himself off.

Paying attention in class was almost impossible. His mind raced with thoughts of their future gym outing. He was excited to see him sweat again, maybe show off a little for him, like most athletes would. They were so full of themselves—but Changbin earned the right to be.

For the first time, Seungmin was thankful their class had ended. It was too difficult to listen to what the professor was saying and think about how hot Changbin would look in his workout clothes. 

Shit, that reminded him—what on earth was he going to even wear? Maybe the answer was obvious, but he didn’t have any proper workout clothes. 

As everyone filtered out, Seungmin slowly put away his things. Changbin just watched him, because of course he didn’t take any notes.

“So, you’ll meet me at the gym?” Changbin asked as Seungmin threw his bag strap over his shoulder. 

“I’ll be half-asleep,” he grumbled. “But…yeah.” 

That seemed to please Changbin immensely. His smile was so wide, Seungmin wondered if he’d split the soft-looking skin.

“Cool,” he said, standing up with his water bottle in hand. 

He walked behind him, and Seungmin gasped in surprise when he grabbed him again—but this time, with a big, muscled arm around his neck.

“Hey, what—”

He squeezed slightly, and Seungmin’s words were cut off by a pathetic whimper. 

If it wasn’t obvious before how weak and pathetic he was, it was extremely clear now. 

“See you later, pup.”

When Changbin let go, Seungmin’s legs wobbled. He had to grab the desk to keep himself from falling as a violent shiver ran up his spine. 

He also hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. 

If this was how fast his heart would beat just from a few simple touches, he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to handle the gym.

Because it genuinely might explode. 

He couldn’t believe he’d set an alarm for five in the morning. And he really couldn’t believe he’d woken up before it. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling at four-thirty, anxiously waiting for his alarm to go off.

He had no idea he’d feel so nervous. It honestly wasn’t even that big of a deal. He was just going to the gym to work on his body strength—with the hottest and smartest guy he’d ever met.

When his alarm finally went off, he slipped out of bed and took a shower. He’d laid out his clothes the night before—black shorts, a black t-shirt, and some sneakers. He looked in the mirror and wondered if it was good enough. For some reason, he wanted Changbin to think he looked good.

Maybe that was ridiculous, but every day, he seemed to be more into this guy. He’d never had a crush so intense before. He’d never wanted someone like this. And it was impossible to deny.

He grabbed his bag and quietly closed the door behind him. He hadn’t told Felix about his gym endeavor because he knew it would just make him even more anxious.

When he arrived at the gym, it was busier than he expected. He scrunched his face—how were this many people into working out before the sun had even risen? There was no way he’d be back here at five in the morning ever again. 

Changbin had texted him at 5:15, saying he was already there and that he should look for him by the weight machines.

He was exhausted, yawning as he entered the locker room. He put his bag in an open locker and grabbed the water bottle he’d brought with him. His heart was already racing, and he involuntarily squeezed the bottle, making it leak.

He quickly scanned the weight machines and noticed Changbin sitting on a bench, pumping his arms. His face was bright red, muscles taut, sweat dripping off his forehead. Seungmin almost collapsed, realizing how hot he looked.

His nerves spiked again, but he walked as confidently as he could over to the machines. Changbin was mid-lift when he noticed him, arms shaking as he finished. 

“Hey, pup,” he greeted, making Seungmin’s heart go crazy. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I barely made it.” 

Changbin chuckled. “You get used to the early rise after a while.”

“There’s no way I’m ever coming again,” he grumbled, but it was a weak lie. If he invited him again, he would more than likely say yes. 

“Oh, come on now,” Changbin said, standing up from the machine. He stepped closer, and Seungmin’s breath hitched. “At least let me work you to the bone first before you quit.”

His smirk was teasing, and Seungmin couldn’t take his eyes off the way he pushed his sweaty hair back. 

He quickly flicked his gaze away, trying to clear his mind.

“Fine. So what do I do first? This thing?” he asked, moving to sit on the machine Changbin had just been using. 

But a hand on his chest stopped him. 

“Did you stretch?” Changbin asked. 

“No.” 

“Then we stretch first. Or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Seungmin had researched a bit the other day. He’d read about proper form, techniques, and basic exercises. But he’d completely forgotten about pre-workout warmups.

“How?” 

Changbin proceeded to show him how to roll his shoulders, do cross-body arm stretches, and wrist flexor stretches. It honestly felt like he wasn’t doing it right, because nothing really seemed to feel different.

“Was that it?” he asked, trying not to sound bored. 

Changbin’s smile widened. He stepped behind him, and when he grabbed Seungmin’s arm, he thought his skin might melt. Changbin was so warm—but that made sense, since he was working out. He also couldn’t help but notice how gentle his touch was.

He slid his fingers from Seungmin’s elbow down to his wrist, circling his grip around it perfectly. In Changbin’s hands, he really did look small—their arms were a complete contrast in visible strength. 

He shuddered as he pulled his arm straight up into the air, bending it at the elbow and pulling it behind his back. His heart slammed against his ribs when Changbin’s other hand landed on his waist.

“Let’s do some tricep stretches too,” he said.

He was way too close. Seungmin wasn’t sure he could handle this kind of proximity. But before he could say anything, Changbin pulled his elbow back, making him cry out. 

A muscle he was pretty sure he’d never used before in his life burned. 

“Hey! That hurts!” he complained. 

“Sorry. You’re so stiff,” Changbin said, easing up slightly. “Try to relax.”

“How the hell can I relax when you’re yanking on my arm?”

He whimpered when Changbin pulled on his elbow again, the burn from the stretch making him gasp.

“Barkin’ at me already, huh?” 

Seungmin’s eyes widened, especially when Changbin pulled his back against his chest.

“I’m—I’m not—”

“Sounds like you’re yipping at me instead of listening to what I tell you.”

Seungmin would’ve argued if he had any sort of control. But right now, he was completely at Changbin’s mercy, his arm pulled behind his back, Changbin’s hand tight on his waist, keeping him completely still. 

He hooked his chin over Seungmin’s shoulder, and Seungmin suddenly felt lightheaded, having him so close.

“Loosen your body,” he murmured. 

Seungmin honestly wasn’t even sure how he was supposed to do that with Changbin breathing in his space, their bodies pressed together. But instead of arguing or giving a snarky remark like he normally would, he took a deep breath and tried to relax his muscles.

Changbin pulled again, but this time it didn’t hurt. The burn was still there, but it was manageable. 

“See? Isn’t it better when you listen?” 

Seungmin’s momentary compliance completely disappeared as he tried to wriggle out of his grasp. But Changbin held him still, using his strength to keep him in place. 

“Ah, ah,” he whispered. “Relax.”

He whimpered again, with no chance of stopping it. Being unable to move was so fucking exhilarating. Getting held down and forced to stay in place made his body burn hot with desire. 

“That’s a good boy. You’re so much cuter when you listen.”

Good boy?

Holy fucking shit. 

No one had ever talked to him like this before. It was embarrassing, but he liked it so damn much.

“Alright, now let’s do the other. Arm up.”

Seungmin couldn’t believe how obedient he was acting, his arm shooting up into the air just like Changbin had instructed.

“Good. Bend.” 

He did as he was told. 

“And stretch.”

It burned, and he whined a little, but the way Changbin held him still, forcing him to stretch his stiff muscles, made his heart thump wildly.

Was he a fucking masochist or something? Is that what they called it?

“Good. I’d say let’s hop on the treadmill for a few minutes, but I think your blood is already pumping.”

Maybe it was the flush of his cheeks he had noticed, or the way he’d heard his pulse slam against his skin when he helped him stretch. He was embarrassed, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Sit,” Changbin demanded.

He plopped down on the seat quickly, looking up at Changbin, who was now standing above him. 

There was a wide smirk on his face.

“What?” Seungmin asked, needing to know what was running through his mind.

Changbin reached out to grip his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Who knew the pup listened so well?”

A shiver ran up Seungmin’s spine, but he forced a glare. 

“Shut up.”

“Don’t growl at me.”

“I’m not a dog.”

Changbin let out a soft tsk before tipping Seungmin’s head back. “Looks like you need more training.”

Seungmin thought about biting him—but that definitely would not have helped his case.

When he pulled back, he tapped the bar of the machine. “Hands here,” he told him sternly. 

Seungmin wanted to disobey, but for some reason, his hands went straight to where Changbin had directed. He gripped the rubber material, realizing his hands were shaking a little.

“Back straight. Chin up,” he said, pressing in his curved spine before reaching out to tilt up his face.

“Good boy,” he said again, so casually, like it wasn’t something totally insane. 

Inside Seungmin’s chest, his heart was doing backflips. 

“Okay, now I want you to do ten reps per set. We’ll do four sets with ninety seconds of rest in between.”

Seungmin nodded. That sounded easy enough. But when he went to lift, he couldn’t even budge it. He struggled, holding his breath as he tried to press up, but it was useless.

“What the—I can’t do it,” he whined, blowing out a frustrated breath. 

“Oh, hold on. Sorry,” Changbin said, reaching around to pull out the pin that was set to 70 kilograms, moving it down to 25.

His eyes widened when he realized that Changbin had been lifting at the machine before he even got there. 

“Is that how much you lift?” 

“For a shoulder press? Roughly. I can do more, but—” 

“You can literally lift me.”

Changbin let out a soft laugh. “Probably. You’re pretty tiny.”

Seungmin’s face pinched. “I’m not tiny,” he grumbled. 

“Okay, try now,” Changbin said, ignoring his comment. 

He tried again, and this time, he was able to lift it. It was still a bit heavy, but his mind was swirling, thinking about how Changbin could pick him up and throw him around if he really wanted to.

He did the reps like he was instructed, getting bored as he waited ninety seconds in between. So he decided to make conversation.

“How long have you been wrestling for?” 

“Since I was fifteen. I started in high school.”

“Were you super buff back then, too?” 

Changbin let out another laugh. “Ah, no. I actually might have been smaller than you at one point. No muscle at all.” 

Seungmin was surprised to hear that—he ignored the no muscle part. 

“Really?”

“Your ninety seconds are up. Next set. Let’s go.”

Seungmin scowled, but he listened anyway. Changbin smiled at him as he watched him struggle through the sets. His arms were getting tired, but he still had another set to go. 

When he managed to finish all ten reps, he placed the bar down with some heavy breaths. 

“How did you—get into wrestling?” he asked. He was too curious now. 

Something flickered across Changbin’s face, and if Seungmin wasn’t breathing so heavily, maybe he could’ve deciphered it. 

“You want my honest answer or my half-honest answer?” 

Seungmin blinked at him, surprised by the question. 

“What does that mean?”

Changbin gave a softer smile, but there was something deep behind his eyes. 

“I could just tell you that I like wrestling—which is true. But I fell in love with it after the fact.” 

Seungmin was still just as confused. 

“After what fact?”

Changbin paused for a moment. “You still have another set,” he said, dodging his question. 

But Seungmin wasn’t going to let him. 

“You can be honest with me,” he encouraged him. 

Changbin’s lips pressed tightly into a thin line. “I was tired of getting bullied all the time when I was a kid, so I did something about it.”

Seungmin’s heart burned, his mouth falling open slightly at those words.

“Last set. Arms up,” he demanded, and for the first time, he seemed shy.

“But—”

“I said arms up.” 

Seungmin pouted but did as he was told. Changbin was clearly trying to avoid getting deeper into the conversation.

When he tried to raise the machine, his arms and shoulders ached. By the eighth rep, it was too much.

“I—I can’t do it,” he whined. 

“You can do it. Come on, just two more,” he encouraged gently.

“No, I can’t.”

“I’ll help, come on,” he said, reaching out to place his hands under the machine.

He was suddenly so close, and Seungmin let out a pained whimper when Changbin helped him lift the bar. It was definitely doable with his help, and he didn’t want him to pull away. His chest was in his face, and the intrusive thoughts of smashing his forehead into Changbin’s pecs made him clench his eyes shut.

He breathed heavily, and when he put down the weight, he really wasn’t sure if he could lift it again.

“One more.”

“I caaan’t,” he cried.

“You can do it. Come on.”

Luckily, most of the people in the gym weren’t anywhere near them, because he let out the most pathetic-sounding whine he’d ever heard escape his lips.

“I—I did it,” he gasped, arms feeling like jelly as Changbin helped bring down the weights. Honestly, that last set might have been all Changbin, but Seungmin was going to take credit anyway.

“Good job. I’m impressed,” Changbin said, still standing close. 

Seungmin glanced up, breathing heavily, and noticed Changbin’s smile had disappeared for a moment. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, but maybe it was just from helping him lift.

“Alright, let’s work out a different muscle—”

“I was bullied too,” Seungmin blurted out.

Changbin paused, eyes blinking quickly at him. He knew he probably didn’t want to talk about it, but Seungmin couldn’t stop himself. 

“In high school, I was bullied by the jocks—all the time.”

A small frown appeared on Changbin’s face. 

“So I just wanted to say that I get it. And…I’m sorry. I was a jerk to you when we first met. I thought you were just another asshole jock. But you’re not. You’re not like that at all,” he mumbled.

Maybe this was too much to admit, but he wanted him to know. 

“You thought I was an asshole?” Changbin smirked. 

Seungmin flushed. “Yeah.” 

“So that’s why you were yippin’ at me.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. He gasped when Changbin reached out, threading his fingers through his sweaty hair. He had no idea why he leaned into it, but his touch was comforting.

“Guess all I had to do was let you sniff my hand and give you a scratch—let you get to know me.”

If Seungmin were in his right mind, he would’ve told him off and smacked his hand away. But he liked the comfort of his touch. He was surprisingly gentle.

“I’m sorry you had to go through something like that,” Changbin added. “So I get why you were guarded.”

Seungmin sighed. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have judged you.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said sweetly. Then a smirk overtook his lips. “You don’t have any muscle to protect yourself, so you resort to growling and biting.”

Seungmin decided to bite him this time. If he was going to keep treating him like a dog, then he might as well act like one.

“Hey!” he yelped, yanking his arm back. He only nipped at his wrist. Changbin’s reflexes were too quick for him to get a proper bite.

“Keep fucking with me, and I’ll bite harder.”

Seungmin let out a sharp gasp when Changbin reached for him, hand gripping the back of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as he yanked him back, his body going limp. Even if he wanted to fight back, he couldn’t use his arms. They were completely jelly. 

“Looks like I’ll have to train you a bit more,” he said. 

He wanted to say something, but nothing but another pathetic whimper came out. Changbin’s eyes actually went wide before a slow smirk spread across his lips.

“Is that what you want?” 

The question was meant to test the waters. He could hear it in his tone.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper. “I—I want that.”

Changbin swore under his breath, tongue bitten between his teeth. 

“You like this, huh?” he asked, gripping his neck even harder. 

Seungmin was out of his mind, but he nodded quickly. 

Changbin leaned in, lips close to his ear, warm breath on the shell, making him feel crazy.

“You’re not a dog, but you like being scruffed. Wanna explain that?”

He couldn’t explain it. Well, he could tell him he liked the way he manhandled him, but that seemed way too honest—especially when he wasn’t really sure what it all meant himself. He’d never had these feelings before. He’d never been touched like this before. 

“Come on, pup. Tell me.”

Seungmin flushed, but maybe it was okay to be honest with him. 

“I—I like…” he trailed off, his words stuck on his tongue.

“You like what?” 

He swallowed nervously and let out a shaky breath. “The way you grab me. I…I like…that,” he admitted, unsure how to even say it properly. 

Changbin looked stunned for a moment, then licked another smirk onto his lips. 

“Why’s that?” he asked. 

Seungmin wanted to scream. He didn’t know why he liked it. He just did. 

“I don’t know. I just…” he trailed off again. 

“You just what?” 

“I just like it. I like it when you grab me. I like it when you force me still. I like it when I can’t move. I just…like it.”

“You like not being able to move?” 

The embarrassment was starting to frustrate him. Changbin wasn’t teasing him, though—he sounded genuinely curious. But he wasn’t sure how to articulate his feelings, so he was starting to snap.

“Yeah, I just said that, didn’t I?” 

“Hey, don’t get mad. I’m just trying to understand, that’s all,” he said softly. 

“What else is there to understand? I like it when you’re rough with me. I don’t know why I like it. I just do, and…don’t look at me like that.”

Changbin was smiling again, but this time, more amused. 

Seungmin’s heart clenched. The last thing he wanted was for Changbin to make fun of him. Maybe that was why he was getting so defensive.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he pleaded, the words more desperate than he intended. 

Changbin instantly shook his head. “No, Seungmin, I’m not,” he said, his name rolling off his tongue so softly it made Seungmin’s heart melt. “I’m sorry. I’m just—look, I know you’ve been watching me, coming to my matches—”

“I only went twice,” he mumbled, embarrassed that he’d gotten caught. 

“But you went for a reason, right?” 

Yeah, he went for a reason, all right.

“I wanted to learn about wrestling.”

He couldn’t tell him the real reason why. 

Changbin gave him a pointed look. “Are you being half-honest?”

Seungmin bit his lip. “Maybe,” he said, averting his gaze. 

“Well, I like honesty, you know.”

Seungmin wished a hole in the floor would appear so it could swallow him up. 

But he was afraid to tell him. He still wasn’t sure what any of this even meant, really. 

“I went because I wanted to learn about wrestling. And maybe because…I like your muscles, and I was curious.” 

Changbin smiled wider. “Well, did you learn anything?” 

Seungmin nodded. And since they agreed on honesty, he was going to be brutal about it. 

“That you’re really strong,” he said, taking a deep breath before getting the courage to release the rest. “And that I might have a strength kink.”

Changbin’s eyes widened even more than earlier. 

Seungmin flushed deeply. He couldn’t believe those words even left his mouth. Maybe he was insane for being so honest. He wasn’t even sure why he was telling him this.

But honestly, he wanted to get to the bottom of the feelings in his chest and the bubbling in his stomach. He’d been thinking about this guy nonstop for weeks, and he needed answers, or a solution. 

“You might? Or you do?”

He definitely did. Just looking at his muscles made his stomach tingle. But admitting it outright was too embarrassing. He couldn’t even allow himself to think about how they would feel wrapped around his body. 

Instead of saying anything, he shrugged, gazing down at the floor. 

He gasped when Changbin suddenly grabbed his wrists, tugging him up from the machine. He turned him, pulling him in until his back was flush against his chest. 

“Then let’s test it,” he whispered, lips brushing his ear again.

Seungmin’s heart slammed against his ribs, a violent shudder running through his whole body.

Changbin reached around his neck, Seungmin’s chin fitting in the crease of his elbow, almost like it belonged there. He squeezed just enough so he was unable to move his head, sending a spark of excitement through him.

“Chan—Changbin,” he whimpered, his name slipping from his lips so pathetically as he clawed at his arm. He hadn’t even realized when he’d grabbed on. 

“What is it?”

Only a whine left his lips. 

“Tell me what you want.”

Seungmin swallowed nervously, fighting to find his voice. “Tighter,” he begged, hating how weak he sounded. 

He could barely move, and Changbin’s muscles wrapped even tighter, just like he’d asked. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Changbin whispered.

“I can take it.”

Changbin chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking cute.”

Seungmin would’ve demanded an explanation for how that made him cute, but before he could get any words out, Changbin pulled him across the floor. He flushed, realizing he was completely at his mercy, stumbling as Changbin dragged him, not easing up at all on his grip—but Seungmin loved it. 

He stopped in front of the mirrors, and Seungmin’s eyes went wide when he caught his reflection. He almost didn’t recognize himself, his face lustful, eyes blown wide with something hungry and desperate. 

“I think I have a kink too,” Changbin murmured lowly in his ear. “And it’s how fucking small you look in my arms.”

Seungmin felt his legs wobble. The arousal he’d been fighting off since he’d seen Changbin lifting when he walked in was officially taking over. 

It was hard to keep it back, and the pathetic, involuntary sounds kept escaping his chest. 

“Keep whimpering like that, pup, and I might lose my head.”

Fuck. He was so turned on. He knew that if Changbin looked down, he could see his arousal easily in his flowy shorts. It was embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t stop it.

He was so attracted to this guy, and having him manhandle him like this was driving him crazy. The way he wrapped his bicep around his neck made him feel insane. He could barely move.

He was losing his mind. 

“Should we skip class?” Changbin asked then, once again, those words testing the waters. 

Seungmin had never skipped class before. Never once in his entire academic career. But there was no way he could sit through a lecture right now—especially with Changbin sitting right next to him.

His grades were going to slip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Seungmin couldn’t seem to find the words, looking at Changbin, hoping he’d understand the expression on his face. 

“Let’s go back to my apartment, yeah?”

He was obviously looking for an answer, refusing to move until he had a positive confirmation.

“Yeah—yeah,” he choked out, sounding so desperate it made his face flush. He almost didn’t even recognize his own voice.

When Changbin let go, the disappointment filled his chest like it always did. But this time, he grabbed his hand, squeezing just as tight as he tugged him towards the locker room. 

They had to get their stuff, but Seungmin’s head was a little dazed. Honestly, he couldn’t believe this was even happening. He was about to skip class so Changbin could bring him back to his apartment, and suddenly, he felt extremely nervous. 

“Are we…what are we going to do?” he asked as Changbin gathered his things and changed out of his gym sneakers.

“Well, that’s up to you,” he said, slipping his fingers behind his neck again. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Seungmin’s nerves spiked. Anything he wanted? He wanted him—but how exactly, he wasn’t quite sure. 

“I’ve never felt like this,” he admitted, the words coming out before he could even stop them. “I don’t really know what I want. I’ve only had sex a few times, and I’ve never had these thoughts before.”

“You wanna have sex?” 

Seungmin’s eyes widened. Wait—had he read too much into it? Oh, fuck. Had he just embarrassed himself beyond saving? 

“I—I mean…don’t you?” he asked, even if he was about to humiliate himself.

Changbin pulled him in again, and Seungmin was grateful that no one else was in the locker room. 

“Are we still okay with honesty?” Changbin asked, lips so close to Seungmin’s ear again that it made him shudder.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak without a pathetic whimper escaping him.

“I want to hold you down and fuck you so hard that it empties your brain, and the only thing you’ll remember how to say is my name.”

Seungmin went completely limp, and the whimper he tried to hold back escaped anyway. But Changbin held him firmly around the neck, making sure he didn’t fall. 

“You like that idea, huh?” he teased, a smirk on his face this time.

Maybe it was crazy, and maybe he shouldn’t have, but Seungmin lurched forward and slammed their lips together. He gripped the front of Changbin’s shirt, his arms shaky from the workout, holding on as best as he could.

His lips were sweaty yet sweet, and Seungmin wondered if maybe they should shower first before doing any of this. But honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

When Changbin kissed him back, he was rough, his lips moving aggressively against his. Seungmin whined. He couldn’t seem to figure out how to stop the pathetic sound from leaving his lips, especially when Changbin had slipped his fingers from his neck into the back of his hair, pulling softly. 

He completely devoured him, a hungry sense of desire curling around his tongue as he pushed it into Seungmin’s mouth. It felt hot and slick, their breaths mixing with desperation. Seungmin had never shared a kiss like this before. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he’d kissed the guy he’d slept with more than a few times. But they were both so inexperienced and nervous that it wasn’t anything like this.

Changbin was confident, walking him backwards until he slammed him against the lockers. Seungmin whined again, and Changbin giggled against his lips. 

“You are so fucking cute,” he whispered, pulling back to kiss his bottom lip before teasing it between his teeth. “I can’t wait to train you.”

Seungmin swallowed nervously. He’d kept saying that, but something in his tone sounded different this time. 

“Train me how?” 

A devilish smirk spread across his lips. “To be my good boy. My obedient little pup.” 

Seungmin scrunched his face. “I’m not a dog,” he grumbled for the millionth time. 

But the words good boy made a shiver run up his spine, even if he hated to admit it. 

“We’ll see.” 

Changbin kissed him deeply again, wiping Seungmin’s mind, just like he said he would. Seungmin’s arms slipped around his neck, trying to pull him closer, but they jumped apart when they heard footsteps behind them.

Seungmin burned bright red. The person who walked in gave them a strange expression. He could only imagine what they looked like, with desperate expressions and flushed faces.

“Let’s go,” Changbin demanded, grabbing Seungmin’s bag and slipping it over his shoulder. He was about to tell him he could carry his own things, but Changbin grabbed his wrist, fingers curling around it and gripping so tightly that all the words in his vocabulary disappeared.

Luckily, Changbin lived close. They didn’t talk or look at each other much on the way back to his apartment, or else they might have devoured each other on the streets. 

When Changbin pushed open the door, he tugged Seungmin inside, slamming him against it as it shut behind them. He wrapped his arms around his neck again, ignoring the burn as he pulled him closer.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Changbin groaned. 

Whimpering was apparently the only thing Seungmin knew how to do.

Changbin pulled away again, and Seungmin let out a frustrated whine, trying to grab him back.

“Wait,” Changbin said gently, grasping his chin and forcing his gaze. “I need you to tell me right now that you want this.”

Suengmin swallowed nervously. Obviously, he wanted this. He wanted it so much that he’d followed him back to his apartment without question. He wanted this so badly it was almost embarrassing. 

“I want it,” he assured him, his voice trembling.

“And it’s okay if I’m rough?” he asked, brushing the hair from Seungmin’s eyes. “I won’t hurt you, though. And if it’s too much, I need you to tell me.” 

Seungmin nodded quickly. “I want you to be rough with me.” 

Changbin had no idea just how long he’d been thinking about this. There was nothing else he wanted more. 

Changbin’s eyes rolled back slightly before a smirk formed on his lips. “There’s no turning back now,” he warned. 

“I know that,” he said confidently, hoping he could hear that he really meant this. 

“Then are you ready for your training?” 

Seungmin’s throat went tight. Those words should have embarrassed him, but they didn’t. 

“I’m ready.”

Seungmin gasped when Changbin grabbed the bottom of his shirt, quickly lifting it over his head. 

“Turn around. Palms flat on the door,” he demanded. 

Seungmin’s heart slammed against his ribs. His tone had completely changed. 

“Now.” 

He gripped Seungmin’s waist, forcing him to turn. He tapped under his elbow, and Seungmin quickly raised his arms, placing his balled-up hands on the door.

“I said palms flat,” he reminded him, a soft flicker of disappointment in his voice. 

Seungmin didn’t like that. 

He flexed his fingers, sweaty palms flush against the door, where he knew anyone who walked by could hear. But he tried not to think about it, biting his lip.

Nothing happened as he stood there, torso bare and shivering slightly. He tried to look over his shoulder, but a firm hand immediately grabbed his head, forcing his gaze forward.

“Stand still. Don’t move.” 

Seungmin grumbled a little after a couple of minutes. He wanted him to touch him. And maybe he was a little impatient after weeks of wanting this.

“Can you do someth—”

“Disobeying me will only make you not get anything,” he said, voice low against his ear. “And good dogs don’t bark at their owners.”

A wild shudder shook his body. Owner. 

Maybe Changbin was actually insane. Was he really going to treat him like a dog? And why the fuck did that turn him on? Was he insane?

“Spread your legs wider,” he demanded suddenly. 

Seungmin’s brain was still trying to process everything, his movements delayed as he took in the words. But Changbin wasn’t happy with the momentary pause. 

“If you make me wait again—”

“I—I wasn’t. I swear, I just—”

He gasped when Changbin gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging back so he could see his intense eyes. Seungmin’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Dogs. Don’t. Speak.”

Seungmin let out a soft whimper, and he couldn’t believe how hard his cock twitched. 

“Now spread your legs, and listen when I tell you to do something. Understand?” 

He wanted to apologize, to say yes, but then his words ran through his mind again. 

Dogs don’t speak. 

He whimpered instead, making it sound like an acknowledging response, and spread his legs wide.

Changbin’s grip loosened ever so slightly. “That’s a good boy.” 

Seungmin’s heart beat so hard it hurt, blood racing and making him feel dizzy.

“Keep your hands on the door,” he commanded as his fingers slipped out of his hair completely. 

A gasp escaped him this time as Changbin tucked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, tugging them down quickly. He flushed, realizing he was completely naked, Changbin standing behind him, and he couldn’t see his gaze.

“You’re small everywhere,” he mentioned, hands trailing around Seungmin’s waist. He kissed the center of his back, lips softer than he expected, before sucking on his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Even here, huh?”

Seungmin whined loudly when Changbin grasped his cock, pumping gently as he curled his hand around him. He looked down, watching his fist completely close around his length, just the pathetic leaking tip poking out between his thumb and forefinger.

He knew he was just smaller than average, but he wasn’t embarrassed about it. But the way Changbin’s hand fit perfectly around his cock was driving him crazy, turning him on more than he thought possible.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” Changbin whispered. “I like this lithe body you have. Makes me realize if I’m not careful, I might snap you completely in half.”

“Please,” Seungmin whispered, knowing good dogs didn’t talk, but needing him to know just how much he needed it.

Changbin’s chuckle vibrated through him as he hooked his chin over his shoulder.

“You want me to break this little body of yours?”

Seungmin nodded desperately, whining when Changbin circled his thumb over the wet slit of his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” 

Seungmin melted, knees going weak as he slid down the door. He couldn’t take it—but Changbin made sure to hold him up.

“Ah-ah,” he said, lifting his hips. “Stand up straight.”

He wanted to argue, saying he couldn’t, but he knew if he spoke, Changbin might let go of his cock. It felt too good to give up. He’d been wanting this touch for so long, and he loved the way Changbin kept flicking his wrist, teasing the head, and thumbing the slit.

His legs shook, but he did as he was told. When he started to move his hips back and forth, Changbin relaxed his grip on his cock. Seungmin almost cried.

“You wanna hump my hand, pup?” 

He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He needed the friction so badly, he thought he might die if he didn’t get it. 

A kiss was pressed to the back of his neck, and he hadn’t realized how sweaty he’d gotten just from this. But Changbin didn’t seem to mind as his lips trailed all over his nape. 

“You’re such a desperate thing,” he whispered. “Go on, since you can’t keep still.”

Seungmin’s heart was pounding. He looked down and saw his aching, leaking cock resting in the curled palm of Changbin’s hand. He almost whimpered, realizing how tiny it really looked in his grasp.

He didn’t waste time pulling back his hips, ass pressing against Changbin’s clothed erection. He could feel it, thick and big behind him, fitting perfectly between his cheeks.

Then he pushed his hips forward, his messy cock drenched in precum, sliding against the palm of Changbin’s hand. It was so hot that he started fucking his hand desperately. 

“There you go. Humping me like a pathetic, untrained pup,” he whispered, making him shudder. 

Seungmin moved faster, hips going crazy, obsessed with the way Changbin kept pressing his cock against him. He gasped and whined, hands slipping again but trying to keep them flat on the door the best he could as he took pleasure from Changbin’s palm.

It felt so good, so fucking good, whining and moaning as he sought relief. 

But then Changbin’s dark tone whispered in his ear.

“Stop.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened. But he was so close. He couldn’t stop now. He was right on the edge of cumming.

“If you want to be punished, then keep going. If you want a reward, then stop right now.” 

It was almost painful to stop, but he did it anyway, not wanting to disappoint Changbin. His tone was serious, and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of getting what he wanted. 

His hips remained still, cock lying heavy in Changbin’s hand, aching and begging to be touched, to finish, to feel that sweet release.

“Such a good, obedient boy,” Changbin whispered. 

Seungmin threw his head back when Changbin’s wrist started moving again, quick and steady, focusing on the head, twisting his palm over his length. 

“See? When you’re good, you get rewarded,” he said. “Cum for me. Show me what a good boy you are.”

Seungmin was already cumming before the full sentence even left Changbin’s mouth. He jerked his hips, cumming all over the door in front of him, gasping and whimpering as Changbin rubbed his thumb under the head, the sensation so sensitive it made him squirm. Even after he finished, Changbin continued to stroke him slowly.

His legs wobbled, but Changbin made sure to keep him up—one hand on his waist, the other guiding him through his intense orgasm.

He kissed Seungmin’s cheek, neck, and ear, making him hum with content. His heart raced as he heard Changbin chuckle. 

“Cute. Look at how happy you are,” he whispered. 

It was embarrassing, but Seungmin was sure his expression was obvious.

When Changbin pulled away, he felt empty. 

“Turn for me.”

Even though his legs were weak, he did as instructed. 

Changbin pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

Seungmin’s heart exploded. He quickly dropped to the floor, knees hitting the cool vinyl. It was harsh against his skin, but he didn’t care. 

His body lurched forward when Changbin held out his hand. Seungmin rested his chin in it, blinking up at him.

“Good boy,” he said, brushing his thumb over his flushed skin. 

He’d never wanted praise for his actions like this before. Well, maybe when he’d done well on an exam or knew the right answer in class. He liked the recognition of doing a good job. 

Maybe these feelings had been inside him all along.

“I want you to make me cum with that sassy mouth of yours.”

The way Seungmin’s body burned with arousal should have been studied. It was insane what those words did to his insides.

He nodded quickly, because good dogs didn’t talk. When Changbin pulled his face in to press it against his clothed cock, he rubbed his nose right into it, without hesitation. 

“There you go. Get familiar with it.”

Changbin carded his fingers through his hair, his touch soft—for now. 

He breathed in deeply, smelling the musk of Changbin’s cock, wanting to taste him. He wanted to see it, feeling that his length was the size of his face. He’d never sucked cock before. The guy he’d been with before had sucked his, but he never returned the favor. What if he was terrible at it? 

He was anxious about it, and he couldn’t help but voice his insecurities. 

“Changbin?” he said, hoping he would hear the seriousness in his tone.

Changbin’s demeanor softened, his eyes gentle as he cupped his cheek and pulled him back. 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Who would’ve known he also liked it soft? The gentleness and concern in his eyes made him shudder. 

“I’ve never…” he swallowed nervously before continuing. “I’ve never done this.”

He had to be honest. 

Changbin seemed surprised. “Really?”

Seungmin nodded. 

“With the way you were drooling and pressing your face against it, I would’ve never known.”

Seungmin flushed, a little embarrassed by that. 

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll train your snarky little mouth to take my cock well,” he assured him, his teasing soft.  

“You won’t…make fun of me if it’s bad?” he asked. 

Changbin went soft again. 

“Seungmin, I promise you I won’t ever make fun of you or hurt your feelings like that. Ever. I want you to feel safe with me. Honesty, and only good feelings, okay?”

Seungmin nodded. “I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t mean to keep thinking the worst of him, but he couldn’t help it.

“Don’t be sorry. I get it,” he assured him, tilting his chin back. “Now open your mouth for me.” 

Seungmin did as he was told, lips widening, waiting for his next instruction.

Changbin took his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Seungmin’s mouth watered.

“Put your tongue out. Keep it there.”

Listening to Changbin was second nature, and he liked the pleased grin that spread across his face whenever he obeyed.

Changbin pressed two fingers against his tongue, petting him softly before pushing in deeper. 

“Close,” he demanded. 

His lips circled his fingers. 

“Suck.”

He did as he was told. 

“Lick around the tips.”

Seungmin flushed, but followed his orders. He lapped around them, sliding his tongue against the digits filling his mouth.

“Now bob your head. Up and down. Take them as deeply as you can.”

Seungmin realized what he was doing. He was training him, getting him ready to take the real thing. 

He bobbed the best he could, eyes widening when Changbin’s fingers touched the back of his throat, causing him to choke. 

He spluttered around them, making Changbin’s grin widen. 

“My cock is a lot bigger than this, so relax and open up your throat.”

Seungmin honestly wasn’t even sure how to do that. But he tried his best, and when he had Changbin’s fingers devoured all the way to the knuckles, he was impressed with himself. 

“Good. Watch your teeth. Don’t bite down, or I’ll have to punish you, okay?” 

Seungmin nodded. He was determined to make Changbin feel so good it’d blow his mind—even if that might’ve been a crazy goal for his first time. But he wanted to see him feel good, and he wanted him to use him.

When Changbin pulled his fingers out, Seungmin spluttered. He laughed gently, wiping his soaked forefinger over Seungmin’s bottom lip. 

“Get my cock out.”

Seungmin reached for his shorts, tugging them down instantly. His eyes went wide as Changbin’s cock stood hard and desperate-looking, so heavy that it bounced. He was average length but thick, and for a moment, Seungmin thought there was no way he could fit him inside his throat. Could his throat even stretch like that?

He blinked up at him, nervous and desperate. Changbin just wrapped his wet fingers around his cock, stroking the impressive girth. 

“Come closer,” he demanded. 

Seungmin shuffled on his knees, leaning forward, a small space away from the tip of Changbin’s cock, leaking precum, bubbling at the slit.

“Stay,” he said, and Changbin must have been reading his mind, because he almost stuck out his tongue to lick it off. “Hands behind your back. Mouth open.” 

He did as he was told, his own cock twitching between his legs. 

Changbin stroked himself in front of Seungmin’s face for what felt like an unreasonable amount of time. His eyes were trained on the glistening head, wanting him to place it on his tongue. 

He let out a small whimper when Changbin finally pressed the tip against his bottom lip, still stroking, bumping their soft skin together. 

“Stay put—remember?” 

Seungmin just blinked, letting out a whine that made Changbin smile.

His eyes widened when Changbin slid his cock inside his mouth, the thick, heavy length filling it instantly. He didn’t stop, pushing until the head hit the back of his throat, making him choke.

“Don’t move,” he reminded him. 

Not moving was going to be almost impossible. But Changbin threaded his fingers through his hair, helping him stay still. Seungmin tightened his hands behind his back, even though he desperately wanted to grab Changbin’s thick thighs.

Changbin fucked his mouth, slow and steady. The leisurely rocking of his hips was enough to make Seungmin whimper with impatience. He had his fingers tangled in his bangs, pressing in and out as he gazed into his eyes. They flicked from where Seungmin had his lips stretched around his cock to his lust-filled stare. Changbin swore under his breath, punching his hips so deeply that Seungmin’s eyes watered. 

“Every time you barked at me, I always thought about this,” he admitted, pressing even deeper. “I thought you were cute as hell when we first met. And I thought you’d look even cuter with my cock down your throat. I was right.”

Changbin moved faster, fucking his face, making his throat burn, tears flowing down his cheeks. He wanted to brace his hands against his legs, desperately needing him to slow down a little, but he kept his arms behind his back. 

“Good boy. That’s right.” 

Changbin must’ve noticed the way he clenched his fists behind him and gave him a soft, approving smirk.

“Next time you bark at me, I’ll force my cock right into that mouth of yours. No matter where we are or what we’re doing. Show you what happens when you misbehave.”

Seungmin would’ve whimpered if Changbin had let him breathe. But his grip slipped to the back of his neck, forcing him down onto his cock. His entire length was lodged in Seungmin’s throat, spasming as he struggled to take it all.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it. All the way, baby.”

His own cock twitched between his legs, so turned on from being held down and forced to take him entirely. He tried to stretch his lips around him, taking him as deeply as he could. His cock pulsed inside him, and Changbin’s jaw went slack.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

Seungmin wondered if Changbin noticed his eyes sparkling, because he chuckled and rubbed his thumb in soft circles on the back of his neck.

“Take my cum, pup. Be my good boy and swallow it all for me.”

With one last push, Changbin’s face scrunched in concentration. He held his breath for a moment, like he did when lifting weights at the gym. Then he exploded, cum painting the back of Seungmin’s throat. Seungmin swallowed the best he could, but honestly, he didn’t even have to—the tip of Changbin’s cock was already pressing into his esophagus.

When Changbin pulled back, Seungmin coughed violently, the burn in his throat feeling so fucking good it made him shudder. Changbin still had his neck in a tight grip, forcing his face closer so he could pump the rest of his release over his spit-covered lips. The bump of his knuckles on his chin as he tapped the head against his mouth made him feel lewd. He couldn’t help but swipe his tongue across the slit, needing to taste him.

“Fuck. That was…” Changbin breathed out, brushing Seungmin’s disheveled hair out of his eyes. 

Seungmin was in a slight daze, needing more but unsure how to get it. Changbin hadn’t told him he could move yet, and he didn’t want to ruin the delighted glint in his eyes as he looked at him.

Changbin must’ve noticed his desperation, because he leaned down to kiss his lips, even though they were covered with spit and cum. He didn’t seem to care, slipping his tongue into his mouth, devouring him deeply.

He threaded his fingers into Seungmin’s hair again, caressing him as he suckled on his tongue. It was filthy and messy, but it just turned Seungmin on even more, his cock hard and leaking again.

When Changbin pulled back, Seungmin whined. 

“Down,” he said, tapping the floor with his fingers. 

Seungmin couldn’t believe him, but he didn’t question it. He placed his chin on the floor, and a soft chuckle left Changbin’s lips.

“You’re so obedient. I really like that.”

That was the best praise he’d gotten so far, and even though he was being humiliated, hands behind his back with his face near Changbin’s feet, he didn’t even care. 

“Hips up,” Changbin instructed.

Seungmin raised his hips, embarrassment fluttering through him as he stayed stuck in the position. Changbin ran a hand from the tip of his spine to his ass, now high in the air, and gave him the softest smack. A shocked whimper left his lips.

“Stay like that,” he said. 

Changbin got up, and Seungmin couldn’t help but panic. He lifted his head, not wanting him to leave. But as soon as he moved, he was forced back down to the floor. 

“I said stay.”

His cock twitched aggressively, feeling the strength in Changbin’s hand on the back of his head. 

“Don’t move again,” he warned. 

Seungmin whimpered, cheek pressed to the floor and ass high in the air as Changbin left him there. He could only hear the sound of his footsteps retreating, not daring to move a muscle, afraid of being reprimanded again.

It sounded like he opened a drawer, and then his steps echoed behind him. Seungmin was still near the front door, which was even more humiliating, naked on his knees in Changbin’s apartment at seven in the morning. 

His cock dangled pathetically, so hard between his legs in this position. He wondered if Changbin was just watching him, his entire body on display. It was embarrassing. He was embarrassing, so willing to do as he was told, just to get Changbin to call him a good boy again. 

Yet he liked it so much he couldn’t bring himself to stop. 

“Crawl,” Changbin said suddenly.

Seungmin let out the softest gasp when Changbin tapped his ass.

“Raise your head. Let’s go. Follow me.” 

He walked around him again, and Seungmin couldn’t help but notice the way his cock hung limp and thick. He’d just cum, so that was expected. But Seungmin was hard again already. Maybe he was just pathetic. 

Seungmin crawled just like he was told, even though it was the most humiliating thing he’d ever done in his life. He stopped on his knees in the doorway when Changbin entered his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Changbin smirked, beckoning him with a finger. “Come here, pup.”

Seungmin swore he could’ve cum again just from that silly little nickname. But he liked it so damn much. 

He quickly crawled the rest of the way, and the humiliation when he patted his lap should’ve snapped him out of it, but it only turned him on even more. Seungmin leaned up, placing his arms on his thighs, and when Changbin ran a soft hand through his hair, he hummed happily. 

“Such a good boy, yeah?” 

Seungmin nodded quickly. He was a good boy. He wanted to be the best boy. He wanted Changbin to praise him, to fuck him so good he’d see stars.

Changbin tilted his chin, and Seungmin’s heart fluttered wildly when their gazes met. 

“Let me kiss you for a bit,” he whispered. 

Seungmin wanted to tell him he could do whatever he wanted, but instead, he just slammed their lips together. 

Their kiss was softer than earlier, but still just as desperate. Changbin had a tight grip on his neck, guiding him as he slipped his tongue into his mouth.

And maybe it was risky, but Seungmin reached for his flaccid cock, pumping him gently, wanting and needing him hard again. 

“Fuck,” Changbin growled against his lips, deepening the kiss.

It didn’t take long for him to become erect again, and when Changbin pulled back, Seungmin couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss the tip.

“You want it inside you again?” Changbin asked with a smirk. 

Seungmin nodded desperately. 

“How about in this tight little hole you’ve got here?” 

He reached around and gripped Seungmin’s ass hard. A whimper left his lips, and he felt like he might pass out.

“I can’t wait to break you,” he said, smacking his cheek. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweet boy. How does that sound?”

“Fuck me, yes, fuck me,” he begged, still unsure if he could speak, but he needed to. 

“Shouldn’t good boys say please?” 

Seungmin whimpered even louder. “Please fuck me.”

“Where do you want to be fucked?” he smirked. 

He was teasing. 

“My ass,” he mumbled, embarrassed again. 

“Can you take it? You’ll let me fuck you without complaint?”

Seungmin nodded faster and impatiently. “Yes.”

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” 

Seungmin almost felt like he was drunk. “I’m a good boy.”

“My pup.”

“Your pup.”

Changbin licked his lips. “Get on the bed. Face down on the mattress, just like I showed you before.”

Seungmin stumbled as he crawled onto the soft sheets, immediately pressing his cheek against them. He shuddered at Changbin’s chuckle behind him. He was still just as hard as before, desperately waiting to be touched.

Changbin’s scent was everywhere, invading his senses as he breathed in deeply. His bed was big. Seungmin was pretty sure it was king-sized. 

He gasped when Changbin gripped his hips, sliding a hand down his back. 

“Knees apart. Arch your back for me,” he said, pushing on his spine as he pulled Seungmin’s hips back.

“Beautiful. Just like that.”

The position was difficult to hold, but with Changbin’s hands on him, it felt a bit easier.

Seungmin jumped when a finger suddenly touched his rim, losing the intense arch he was supposed to maintain. But Changbin’s strength pressed him down, forcing his chest back onto the mattress.

“Stay. Still.” 

Demanding and strong. Fuck, his body felt so hot.

Seungmin shuddered violently. The fact that Changbin was completely in charge, and that he couldn’t move even if he tried, was driving him crazy. He wanted even more force on his body, Changbin’s muscles constricting him. 

He heard a cap pop, and a cool liquid poured over his exposed entrance. He shivered, realizing Changbin could see everything.

He gasped when he rubbed the lube against his rim, tapping him lightly. 

“I might break you,” he said. “But we’ll make my cock fit.”

Seungmin lurched forward when he pressed a finger inside, but Changbin gripped his hips, pulling him back instantly.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” 

Seungmin let out a whimper, the sudden stretch shocking him. It had been a while.

“I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His tone was dark, and Seungmin shuddered. Holy fuck, why was that so hot? 

He pressed the finger in and out slowly, gently, making Seungmin squirm, even after he was told to remain still.

“You’re not being very good.” 

Another whimper left his lips. “I’m—I’m sorry—I—”

“Back down,” he interrupted him, pressing so hard that Seungmin thought his spine might snap. “Hips up. And be quiet.”

A pathetic moan escaped him. He tried his best to keep his hips raised as Changbin opened him. It almost felt like too much to handle. Maybe he was just sensitive from not having sex in a long time. Or maybe Changbin holding him down with his strong muscles was too overwhelming. 

He did as he was told, and when Changbin cooed at him, he melted all over the bedspread. 

“That’s a good boy. Relax a little.” 

Changbin continued to hold him down as he slipped two fingers inside. Moans escaped uncontrollably as Seungmin tried to stay still. His touch was perfect, and when he curled his fingers, Seungmin thought he might cum just from that.

“Look at you, taking it so well,” he praised, making Seungmin’s heart flutter for the millionth time that morning. “I want you to take another.” 

When Seungmin felt the third finger press against his rim, he tensed nervously.

“You’re okay, pup. I won’t hurt you. I promise, okay?”

Seungmin wasn’t sure why those words soothed him instantly, but maybe it was because of the sincerity in his tone when he promised he wouldn’t hurt him. Even though he was strong, stern, and demanding, Seungmin knew that he could trust him. Because Changbin was sweet and kind, and would never hurt him intentionally. 

So he relaxed, and Changbin placed a tender kiss at the base of his spine, causing his knees to wobble. 

“There you go,” he whispered, slipping in the third finger and stretching him beyond belief. It was almost too much at first, but Changbin peppered soft kisses across his skin while holding him down firmly with his strength.

When all three fitted deeply inside, he swore he felt like he was about to cum. Changbin’s gentle praises combined with his aggressive touches made his mind spin. He couldn’t keep up.

“Good boy. You’re so good, Seungmin.” 

The way he said his name made him shudder, his cock leaking onto the bedspread as he fingered him deeper. 

“Ch—Changbin,” he whimpered, unsure if speaking was allowed, but he was about to cum again.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I can’t. I’m going to—fuck, I can’t,” he whined. He couldn’t move, so even if he tried, it wouldn’t have worked. Changbin had his hand on his spine, fingers as deep as they could go.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered, just before withdrawing his fingers and removing his hand from his back.

Seungmin’s hips fell, and his body collapsed against the sheets. He felt heavy—somehow even heavier than when Changbin had his weight pressed on his back. His chest heaved with deep breaths, twitching from the pleasure that was ripped away so suddenly. 

He barely even had time to catch his breath when Changbin gripped his hips, pulling him back up. He was on his knees again, face pressed into the mattress, and this time, Changbin’s cock rubbed between his cheeks.

It felt like torture, the way he teased him with it, brushing the tip against his gaping hole. 

“Ready for me?” 

Seungmin whined, hoping his desperation was clear enough to convey that he was so ready he couldn’t take it anymore.

He gasped when Changbin slid his fingers into the back of his hair, tugging his face off the sheets. Their gazes met as Changbin yanked his head back, spine almost snapping as he forced Seungmin to look at him.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” 

He didn’t hesitate. If he didn’t get it right now, he felt like he might die. 

Just as quickly as he’d been lifted from the bed, he was pressed back against it, Changbin’s hand on the back of his neck. 

“Good—then take it.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened, and a loud moan escaped him when Changbin pressed inside. It took a while, easing in slowly. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle the whimpers that fell from his lips. He felt so full, his cock stretching him perfectly, like they were two pieces, made to fit together. 

When Changbin’s hips pressed against his ass, Seungmin thought he might pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. Changbin caressed his back, hands roaming all over his heated skin. Goosebumps rose on his body at the feel of his gentle touch and the thickness of his cock, stretching him wide. 

They stayed like that for a bit, Changbin slowly rocking his hips as Seungmin got used to it. The whimpers slipping from his lips were low and pathetic, but it felt so damn good, even with barely any movement.

Then Changbin tightened his grip on his hips, grinding against him, his cock so deep Seungmin swore he felt it in his throat. 

“Feels good?” he asked.

Seungmin nodded, probably looking as wrecked and pathetic as he felt, pushing back against him, craving even more.

“Good—because I’m gonna break this little body of yours.” 

Seungmin whined and clenched the sheets.

Changbin pulled back, and Seungmin yelped when he pounded him hard. And he didn’t stop. He fucked him fast and relentlessly, the sharp smack of skin echoing off the walls.

Seungmin gasped, fists yanking at the sheets, trying to take it the best he could. He’d never been fucked like this before. This was something he’d never experienced. 

Whines and broken moans spilled from him, any words leaving his lips complete nonsense. But it was a lot. Almost too much.

He wasn’t sure he could take it. 

When he tried to crawl away, Changbin’s hands clamped down on his hips, dragging him right back onto his cock. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He blushed deeply, even though he was already flushed from his arousal. He could feel it spreading to his chest and down the back of his neck, knowing Changbin could see it.

“I can’t—I can’t take it,” he admitted. 

“But I thought you were a good boy?” 

Tears burned his eyes. The humiliation, the embarrassment, the disappointment—it all bubbled inside him. But the only thing he really cared about was pleasing Changbin, so he threw his pride to the wind. 

“I…I am.”

“Then you can take it for me, can’t you?” 

Seungmin nodded. He’d wanted this so badly. For weeks, he’d thought about being fucked until he could barely move. Maybe he was in over his head, but…

“I can take it.” 

Changbin chuckled and leaned down, wrapping his thick arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Don’t worry, pup. I’ll take it easy on you. But we’ll train you—make you so good for me. You’ll learn how to take it properly soon enough.” 

His heart skipped a beat, and when another kiss touched his spine, he let out the softest whimper. 

Somehow, even with the strength to completely hold him down, he was still so gentle.

Changbin pulled back and thrust into him again—hard but slower this time. It was still difficult to handle, the intensity making him feel crazy. But those strong arms wrapped around him kept him steady, taking everything he had to give. 

He fucked him until tears escaped his eyes. It was too much. His body was sore, his hips ached, his knees trembled—but it was so damn perfect. The feeling of being used purely for Changbin’s pleasure, like they were nothing but animals driven by instinct, made his mind blur.

It was raw, animalistic, and so hot that Seungmin wasn’t sure he could ever have sex with anyone else. He wanted Changbin’s strong muscles locked around his waist, his deep grunts in his ear, and the soft kisses on his skin. 

“Hey,” Changbin whispered. “You should go out with me.”

Seungmin’s heart couldn’t have beat any faster, or it really would explode. 

“Go out with—ah!” 

Changbin didn’t even give him time to breathe, think, or answer, continuing to fuck him like crazy. 

“I want you again. I don’t think just this morning is enough,” he admitted, squeezing harder around his waist. 

The only sounds Seungmin could manage were whimpers, moans, and broken sobs.

“I want to fuck you. Train this pretty little body to take it. I want to hold you down, fuck you until you cry. It turns me on when you give me an attitude. I like you. I think you’re really cute—and I know you like me too.”

He was going to cum. Those words were going to make him cum so hard.

“I’m—I’m gonna—cum—I’m—”

Changbin’s movements suddenly stopped, and Seungmin let out a pained whine. 

“I didn’t say you could.” 

A pathetic sob left Seungmin’s lips.

“But—”

“Answer me first. You like me too, right?” Changbin asked, pressing another kiss to his neck.

Seungmin flushed, but he had to be honest. 

“I—I like you. I like you a lot. I think about you all—all the time.” 

He felt Changbin’s chest expand behind him, squeezing him tighter—if that were even possible. 

“All the time, huh?” 

Seungmin nodded quickly. “That’s why I came to watch you. I couldn’t—get you out of my head.”

“Fuck, you were so cute too. All flustered when I caught you.”

He pushed in deep again. Seungmin genuinely couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I wanna cum. I wanna cum. I wanna cum,” he whined, a sob coming out with it. 

Changbin let go of him, arms unwrapping from his center. Seungmin almost let out a desperate complaint, but then Changbin grabbed his wrists, yanking them back so his chest lifted off the sheets. 

“You wanna cum?” he asked, and Seungmin could hear his smirk. “Good boys don’t beg, Seungmin. They wait until they’re given permission.”

Seungmin sobbed harder.

“It’s okay, sweet boy. You can cum for me this time. No touching. Be good.” 

He didn’t even need to touch himself, not if Changbin was going to fuck him that deep.

He hung his head, fists clenching as Changbin thrust hard enough to make his back arch painfully. But it felt so fucking good, and within seconds, he came all over the sheets.

He gasped, whining loudly, his cock twitching and spurting more than he thought was even possible. Changbin was milking him, and when he let go of one wrist to wrap an arm around his neck, he almost passed out.

“That’s it, pup. Let go for me.” 

Seungmin whimpered pathetically as Changbin tightened his hold, his body shaking in his grip. When Changbin pressed his forehead to the back of his head and kissed him gently, he went limp.

“I’m close, sweetheart.” 

Seungmin’s mind and body were already floating on cloud nine, so when he spoke those soft words, he could only mumble incoherently.

Changbin pulled out and pressed him back down onto the sheets. Seungmin immediately arched his back like before.

“Perfect, just like that. That’s a good boy.” 

Seungmin flushed, but felt happy to please him. 

He felt him jerking off behind him, rubbing his hand over his ass. Seungmin whimpered when the tip bumped against his rim, driving him crazy.

“Ah, fuck,” he swore, and Seungmin felt the warm liquid coat his hole and cheeks. He shuddered, his back aching, and when Changbin pushed back in, his eyes fluttered into the back of his head. 

He was sore everywhere. His entire body felt like it was burning. But as Changbin kissed along his spine, he stayed still, loving the feeling.

When he pulled out again, Seungmin felt empty.

“You can move now, Seung,” Changbin whispered, reaching under him to lift his chest. 

As soon as he tried to move his legs, he collapsed onto his side. He knew he was exhausted, but he hadn’t realized he wouldn’t be able to move on his own.

But Changbin caught him easily, lying him down, those strong arms making him feel comfortable. 

“Sorry. I pushed you too far,” he said, kissing his sweaty forehead. He hadn’t even realized how drenched he was. The way they’d fucked felt like a full workout.

“No, I…I liked it.” 

Changbin smiled, brushing his hair back. “Did you?” 

He nodded quickly. “I’ve never had sex like that before. It felt good.” 

“I liked it too. I was—” he laughed awkwardly, “—you know, afraid it was too much—which seriously, if it was, you can tell me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you.”

It was rare, but Changbin blushed. And Seungmin really liked how cute he looked when he was shy. 

“It wasn’t,” he said confidently. “I wanted to take more. But your cock is really big, and—I’ve never been fucked like that. And you’re really strong.”

Changbin’s cheeks burned brighter, and Seungmin wondered if his honesty was only making it worse.

“You did cum pretty hard when I wrapped my arm around your neck,” Changbin teased, pulling him closer, his muscles tightening around him just like before.

Seungmin whimpered softly, but Changbin didn’t put any force into it. They were both exhausted. Seungmin honestly couldn’t help but yawn.

He wanted to complain when Changbin retracted his arm, but he decided not to make himself look clingy or crazy. 

“I’ll clean you up. Just—just a moment,” he said, bouncing on his toes before running out of the room.

Seungmin sighed as he glanced at the ceiling. His heart was still fluttering, remembering Changbin’s words. 

“I like you…and I know you like me too.”

Was he that easy to read? Maybe he was. But it was hard not to fall in love with a guy like Seo Changbin. He was everything—hot, intelligent, kind, and unfairly good at sex. 

Seungmin was pretty sure he might fall in love with him. 

Maybe he already had. 

When Changbin slipped back into the room, he was holding a warm, damp towel.

“Here. Turn around.” It wasn’t as demanding as earlier, but Seungmin still listened—like the good pup he was.

Fuck—he was really losing it, thinking like that. But he liked the term and the idea so much. 

Changbin gently wiped between his legs, cleaning him thoroughly. He even stripped the sheets and replaced them with a blanket. When Seungmin tried to help, his arms felt like jelly.

“Hurts?” Changbin asked with a smirk. 

“So fucking bad.”

He chuckled. “You’ll get stronger.”

“Probably not.”

Changbin crawled back into bed, still naked, but pulled Seungmin against his warm chest without hesitation.

He melted when Changbin played with his hair, threading his fingers through it.

“You’ve given up on the gym already?”

Seungmin hummed. “I don’t think I’m cut out to be a gym bro.”

Changbin let out an even louder laugh. “A gym bro?”

“Yeah, like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, you. Look at you. You’re ripped, and you go to the gym like twenty times a week.”

“Okay, twenty is a bit much.”

“Still,” Seungmin mumbled, tracing a finger over his forearm before placing his wrist next to his. The difference in size made him shudder. Maybe he had a size kink too.

“Besides, don’t you like me because I’m tiny?” he asked, flushing a little. 

“I do,” he admitted. “I like your tiny waist. And your hips. And your cock.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “It’s not that tiny. I’m about average size. You’re the one with the monster dick.”

Changbin laughed again, and Seungmin decided he really liked making him chuckle like that. 

“You’re too cute,” he whispered, and Seungmin’s breath hitched when he leaned in to kiss him. 

Soft. Somehow, beneath all those powerful muscles, he was the softest man he’d ever kissed.

They kissed for a while, Seungmin’s arms wrapped around his neck while Changbin’s hands rested at his waist. Everything was perfect. 

“Well, I think you should keep coming to the gym with me. I like showing you how to lift, and I think you should be strong enough to protect yourself.”

Seungmin groaned. “But it’s so early.”

“Yeah, but good boys do what they’re told, right?” 

Seungmin’s heart stopped. Even without the haze of his arousal, those words drove him insane.

“Yes,” he mumbled. 

Changbin tilted his chin, one finger tickling underneath it. 

“And you’re my good boy,” he said, making Seungmin melt completely.

“Yours?” he asked, his voice slightly strained. 

“If you wanna be,” he added. 

Seungmin leaned up and kissed his lips. 

He wanted to be so badly. 

“Yeah. I wanna be,” he whispered. 

“Then go out with me.”

Seungmin didn’t even need to think twice. 

“Yeah, okay.”

Changbin slammed their lips together, and Seungmin almost whimpered when he crushed him into a tight embrace. He really was so strong. Seungmin wondered if he realized he was only a little more pressure away from snapping his bones.

When he pulled back, Seungmin couldn’t help but yawn. He was genuinely exhausted. 

“If you want, we can clean up and still make class,” Changbin offered. 

Seungmin shook his head quickly. 

Changbin chuckled. “Or we can take a nap.”

“Nap,” Seungmin said immediately.

“You’re sure?”

“Nap. Tired.” 

The soft kiss on his head almost sent him straight into a slumber. 

“Get some rest, pup. You did well today.” 

Maybe that shouldn’t have made his heart swell the way it did, but he liked it so much it made him smile widely.

He snuggled into Changbin’s warm chest and realized something then—that wrestlers might have huge, strong, intimidating muscles, but they also had warm hearts and soft stomachs.

“Wait—oh my god, he asked you out?”

Seungmin nodded. “We both said we liked each other, and…yeah.”

He’d just gotten back from Changbin’s after having sex again. It was softer the second time around, and Seungmin’s heart fluttered as he fucked him missionary. He had a hand wrapped around his neck—not tight, but just enough to keep him still—and showed him exactly how strong he was with every thrust.

Seungmin came just as hard as the first time. He’d even promised to meet him at the gym in the morning again—but maybe that was his lust-filled brain agreeing to anything Changbin asked.

Either way, he was excited to see him again. 

He hadn’t planned on Felix being home, scrolling on his phone after skipping his lecture. And he definitely hadn’t planned on spilling everything when Felix asked why he wasn’t in class.

Felix had the widest smile, kicking both of his legs on Seungmin’s bed. 

“I’m so happy for you, Seung. Was it good? Was he good?”

Seungmin blushed. “He was…great. Is sex always that good?”

Maybe that was a lame question, but he was still thinking about it hours later. 

“When it’s with someone who loves you and gets you, then yeah.”

He’d told Felix all about his strength kink and how Changbin was totally into it. Maybe it was TMI, but Felix was the best listener, never judging him, never making him feel awkward or shy. 

“Well, it was so good. He’s really nice, too. And he’s also good at cuddling.” 

Being wrapped in his warm, muscular arms wasn’t just arousing, it was comforting, making him feel grounded and safe. 

Felix chuckled. “Sounds like a keeper.”

“Would you…maybe want to go to one of his matches with me?” Seungmin asked.

Changbin had mentioned it, thinking they could all grab dinner afterward if Seungmin wanted to invite Felix and Chan.

“Yeah, of course I would.”

“I think he wants to meet you—and he knows Chan from wrestling, so…” 

He wasn’t sure why he was nervous to ask. But he really wanted Felix to like Changbin. He wanted them to get along well if they were going to be a couple. 

A couple. 

He still couldn’t believe Changbin was his boyfriend. 

It almost felt surreal, crushing on this perfect guy who liked him back—and who knew how to fuck him well and put him in the best orgasmic headlock.

“We’d love to come.”

Seungmin smiled shyly. “Maybe Chan can teach me more about wrestling.” 

“Oh, he’d love to.”

Because Seungmin wanted to be an expert, he wanted to know everything. And he wanted to support his boyfriend the best he could. 

“Changbin’s really good at it,” he gloated. “He said he beat Chan. And Chan’s like the strongest guy I know. Well, I guess now he’s the second strongest guy I know.”

Felix smirked. “Oh yeah? Well, we’ll see. Maybe they could do a rematch.”

“Changbin has huge muscles. Like—I couldn’t move. He’s so strong, I swear, when he was holding me down, I—”

“Remember when you asked me to help you get rid of your strength kink?” Felix teased, probably not wanting to hear another TMI.

“Yeah. But I understand it now,” Seungmin shrugged.

“Understand it?”

“I just liked him. And his muscles. But mostly him.”

He was just holding back those feelings, afraid of getting hurt by some jock who thought he was a loser. But Changbin wasn’t like that at all. In fact, they were more similar than he could’ve imagined. 

“You’re so cute when you’re in love. Look at you—your cheeks are blushing!” 

Seungmin tried to smack his hand away, but Felix forced a gentle pinch. 

“Shut up,” he mumbled, smiling. 

Was it love? Maybe. Maybe that was too much, too fast. But he’d never felt like this before. 

Changbin was perfect. 

And he was his. 

“One more. You’ve got it.”

Seungmin almost cried from the burn in his arms. He was killing him this morning. 

“I can’t!” he complained, arms shaking. 

“You’re so close, baby. You can do it.”

Maybe those sweet words were enough to give him the strength, but as he pulled the weights up, his arms were trembling like they were about to give out. Even though Changbin’s arms were wrapped around him, helping him lift, like to him the weights barely weighed anything at all.

“Fuck,” he swore, setting them back on the floor.

Changbin had been helping him get stronger, but honestly, all he felt after every session was pain. Changbin told him to relish the after-workout burn, but Seungmin just lay in bed, body aching.

“Good boy. You did it, see?” Changbin kissed the side of his head, even though he was all sweaty. 

And this was the reason why he got his ass out of bed early. Sure, hitting the gym was beneficial for his overall health, but the reason he kept coming was to hear those sweet little praises in his ear.

He also knew Changbin liked teaching him how to lift—and fucking him senseless after. Seungmin had told him they couldn’t skip class anymore, but sitting through an entire lecture, hyped on adrenaline and sexual desire, was a brutal combination—especially with his hot boyfriend next to him, sliding a hand up and down his thigh.

“I’m exhausted,” Seungmin complained, hoping Changbin would let him quit early. 

“One more set. Then you can be done.”

“But my arms are dead.”

“One more,” he repeated. 

Seungmin groaned loudly. 

“Don’t bark at me, pup. Come on. I’ll help,” he said, stepping up behind him. He was so close, and Seungmin shuddered when he felt his cock brush against his ass. He was definitely a little turned on—but it wasn’t a secret that Changbin liked to push him.

He whimpered as he lifted the weights. Changbin was doing most of the work, helping him raise them past his knees, but that was the only way they would leave the ground. 

“There you go, baby. You’re so strong now.”

Seungmin tried to breathe, but it was hard when he had to deadlift 60kg with his boyfriend’s cock pressed to his ass. Changbin was definitely pushing him on purpose, making him whimper as he struggled. 

“Bin—I can’t.”

He probably could, but he liked the way Changbin cooed in his ear as he wined pathetically. 

“Just a couple more. Be a good boy for me.” 

He kissed his neck, but that just made it worse for him. 

Seungmin lifted again, body aching from desire and exhaustion. He needed Changbin’s praise more than anything. He was addicted to it.

He let out a lewd whimper on the final rep, shaking in Changbin’s embrace as he almost dropped the weights as he finished the set.

“Perfect. Nice job, baby. You did it.” 

Seungmin gasped for air, and when Changbin wrapped his arms around his middle, it became even harder to breathe. 

Changbin kissed him over and over, not caring that his neck was sweaty and burning hot. When he bit his nape, Seungmin pressed a hand over his mouth to keep his whimper in.

“Holy shit, I need to fuck you right now,” Changbin whispered. “Such a good pup. My strong boy. So good for me.”

Seungmin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

They couldn’t skip class. They couldn’t. Not again. His grades were seriously going to suffer.  

“Want you to ride me today. Reverse. I’ll hold your hands behind your back. Force you to take it, just how you like.” 

Eh, fuck it. 

“Can we—go right now?” 

He was impatient. They both were. 

Changbin pulled completely away, and Seungmin hated the empty feeling. He loved Changbin’s sweaty body wrapped around him. He would never allow him to let him go if he had it his way.  

A sharp whistle made him jump. 

Seungmin was definitely in a bit of a daze because Changbin had already grabbed their things and was standing there, waiting for him. 

He rushed over, legs a little weak, but he moved quickly nonetheless. He reached for Changbin’s hand, needing his touch. And when Changbin squeezed back, his heart fluttered. 

“Ready?” 

Seungmin nodded with only a whimper, maybe a little too desperately, but he was already in the mindset of needing to be a good boy. If he was a good boy, then he’d get what he wanted. If he was a good boy, Changbin would give him everything. 

Changbin leaned down to kiss him, lips pressing harshly before pulling back and placing a soft one on his cheek.

“Come on, pup,” he smirked. “Time for a training session.”