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Jungwon isn’t good at keeping secrets.
For Jay, though, he does. He even lies to his family, which is a rare occurrence. Jungwon loves them dearly, especially his sister. And she’s the one he hides from the most, actually.
The thing is, her group of friends is very diverse. The usual girls that she met in high school, and then some boys from university, all come together to form a beautiful assembly. Jay is part of it. And Jungwon wouldn’t have glanced twice if it wasn’t because he’s constantly at their house.
Chaeyeon and Jay are basically best friends. She’s the closest with him, and at the start, Jungwon even thought they were secretly dating, since Jay wouldn’t stop coming over and staying the night. Their mother complained at first, but quickly realized they were just very good friends.
Then it began. That eternal tension, electrical and deeply sexual.
Jungwon became used to his sister’s friends as soon as she moved back home to be near the new campus, so holding back from continuing his usual lifestyle wasn’t even in his plans. Sometimes, they all watched movies together, despite Chaeyeon protesting that her little brother was interrupting her precious get-together.
Jay was always there. A constant, easy to spot, to get along with.
Obviously attracted, Jungwon always considered Jay to be an extremely handsome man. Never expected anything from him, really. Turns out, Jay is a gentleman.
“Do you want me to open it for you?” Jay had asked one day, as the two of them were alone in the kitchen while Jay cooked and Jungwon struggled to open a bottle.
Jungwon looked up at him. “It’s fine.”
Destiny decided it wasn’t his time, and made it very hard for him to unlatch the lid. As he kept wrestling with the bottle, Jay just giggled and approached him. Their hands brushed as Jungwon gave up and lent him the soda.
Effortlessly, Jay opened the bottle and smiled so softly as he handed it back to Jungwon that it made his heart jump around his ribcage.
That was one of the many times Jay just proved to be the perfect man, anyone’s fantasy. Holding doors open, waiting for the rest to walk ahead, listening actively to every story, never raising his voice or interrupting others. So, really, Jungwon never expected any feelings to be reciprocated. He simply, gradually fell for him.
Until a push and pull began.
Their eyes would meet, and Jay would stretch his body until his shirt showed just a small piece of skin, enough to send Jungwon spiraling. He didn’t know if it was on purpose or a mere coincidence, yet just in case, he pulled, too.
When Jay would wake up and so casually head to the kitchen, making coffee for the entire family, Jungwon would be there, in his see-through pajamas and leaning against the counter. At first, he was shy, then Jay would devour him with his eyes, and Jungwon would just get more and more motivated.
Chaeyeon seemingly never noticed, how her best friend slowly but surely got into her little brother’s pants. Perhaps she would catch them talking and brush it off as them getting along, unaware of the hidden, deepest desires.
It’s Jungwon’s fault, maybe, for having crossed the line that one day.
Fed up with the pent-up tension, Jungwon took his chance the night the group threw a party celebrating having passed their exams. Jay was there, obviously, and he was wearing tight, black jeans, hugging his legs divinely. If eating someone alive with just one’s eyes was possible, there wouldn’t be any Jay crumbs left.
“You’re having fun?” Jungwon had questioned, leaning on the doorframe, watching Jay prepare a very colorful drink.
“Yes,” he nodded, “what about you?”
“Could be better.”
Jay smiled, pouring a different liquid into a glass. It looked like a science experiment. “How?”
“Mmh,” Jungwon mumbled and walked towards him. “I don’t know… I need something strong in me, y’know?”
“That thing in your hand is strong enough,” with raised eyebrows, Jay pointed at the shot glass he was holding.
“It’s empty,” he turned it upside down, showing him.
“Wow,” Jay uttered.
Looking him up and down, Jungwon simply leaned over the table and grabbed the mixture he had just finished making. He poured himself some of it and promptly drowned it, never breaking eye contact.
Jay gulped. Jungwon smirked. The tension was so overwhelming at that point, Jay seemingly tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t, opening the back door and entering the backyard. It was empty, Jungwon noticed as he followed Jay closely behind.
“You okay, hyung?”
There was a smug grin on Jungwon’s face, knowing the effect he had on Jay was real.
“I think I need something strong, too,” Jay commented.
So Jungwon breached the barely existent personal space there was, their shoulders bumping together. Jay gazed at him with hungry eyes that moved unconsciously down to his lips many times.
“I shouldn’t…” Jay had mumbled, then.
“You totally should, hyung,” encouraging him, Jungwon replied, and leaned closer until their breaths mingled.
Jay closed the distance, kissing Jungwon tenderly, his eyes closing and letting out all the air he was holding through his nose. They should’ve realized, though, that the tension they had been carrying for months would eventually lead to being unable to resist.
Wanting more, something stronger, deeper, Jungwon tilted his head and grabbed Jay’s neck. His fingers tangled in Jay’s dark locks, softly pulling him in. Their tongues met at some point, eliciting sounds from each other that Jungwon still hears to this day.
For a moment, when Jay pulled back for some oxygen, Jungwon thought he’d put a stop to it. His fantasies, the daydreaming, all coming to an end.
“Fuck,” Jay whispered then, caressing Jungwon’s face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Shut up,” Jungwon muttered, “kiss me again.”
The second kiss was harsher, hungrier. The pent-up desires all overflowed them, as Jungwon sucked on Jay’s tongue and Jay whined, a sound that he happily swallowed and attempted to provoke again. Their numb lips devoured each other until the redness turned purple, almost. Jungwon pushed Jay against the wall, barely holding onto it and Jay’s jaw, while Jay’s arm enveloped his waist.
Anyone could’ve walked in, really. It didn’t happen.
When Jay panted against his mouth, eyes hazy, Jungwon decided stopping wasn’t an option. He took hold of Jay’s hand and guided him inside, avoiding the kitchen, entering through the garage door.
“Where are we going?” Jay asked, voice low.
“My room,” and Jungwon replied, casually.
Having Jay splayed out in his bed, all to himself, lips moist and crimson, was some sort of religious experience for Jungwon. A before and after.
The beginning of the end.
-
Chaeyeon never found out.
When it happened again, and again, and Jay would be ogling Jungwon from across the room, she never said anything.
The guilt didn’t stop Jungwon from marking Jay up, and hearing their friends tease him, wondering who kissed his neck the night before, no one knowing the culprit was in the same place.
But Jay let it get to himself, sadly. The remorse, having betrayed and lied to his best friend, started eating him alive.
“She’s gonna know,” he mumbles, still letting Jungwon suck on the nook between his neck and shoulder.
“Who cares?”
“She cares, and I care, and this is—”
“Hyung, be honest,” he says, sitting up straight. His hands unbutton Jay’s shirt and then pull away. “Do you want me to stop?”
Jay’s erection is rigid against Jungwon’s ass, both of them painfully aware. The response is obvious, but Jay still gulps and breathes in.
“No,” he replies, “but I feel bad about lying to her.”
“You can tell her—”
“She’ll kill me.”
When Jungwon rolls his eyes, Jay grips his thighs.
“I’m sorry…” He eventually says after Jungwon remains quiet and still in his lap.
“You need to make up your mind, hyung,” Jungwon sighs, “I don’t care about hiding and stuff, but honestly, we’re at your place and we have to be careful even here. It’s frustrating.”
“I know…” Jay shakes his head. “I really like being with you, Wonie, I do. I just feel guilty.”
Something shatters inside him. Perhaps it’s his heart, but Jungwon won’t admit it. He slowly climbs down Jay’s lap and sits on the bed, processing the situation. He could leave, forget about it, or he could keep Jay as a companion, just someone he has sex with. No feelings.
“I don’t think guilt will get us anywhere,” Jungwon tells him. Jay sits up and caresses his arm.
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re constantly feeling guilty about what we do, why do you even… Do it?” He questions, some sadness in his voice.
“Because I really like—”
“You like the sex? The thrill of getting caught?” Jungwon finally snaps, and Jay looks taken aback.
“No, it’s… God,” putting his head in his hands, Jay inhales. “I like you, Wonie. I like you. All of you.”
A confession should work. It doesn’t. Jungwon still feels his insides in turmoil. He should say it back, tell Jay how attracted he feels, how his body reacts as a reflection of his mind, because he’s madly and deeply in love with him. Yet, something is stopping Jungwon from uttering what he truly feels.
“You need to gather your thoughts,” Jungwon says, then.
Jay frowns. “What?”
“You need some time alone.”
When he leaves, he’s sure his eyes fill up with tears. It was his choice, to part, so Jungwon doesn’t cry. He arrives home and Chaeyeon stops him on his way to his room.
“What happened?” She asks, worried.
“Nothing,” Jungwon frowns, pretending to be confused. “Why?”
“Well… You look sad, and—”
Her phone begins ringing. She looks at it and Jungwon takes it as a chance to escape her interrogation. Locking himself in his room, Jungwon allows just a few tears to roll down his cheeks, not enough to bend down and sob, but an amount that irritates his eyes. He lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and considers calling Jay and telling him he’s sorry. Maybe reveal his feelings, just to feel him close again.
It was a stupid idea from the start.
Jungwon should’ve never crossed the line. Still, an addiction is never rational. Jay consumes Jungwon whole, with his alluring aura and captivating personality. And his soft hands, his gentle smile, his firm hold. Jay’s smile, lame jokes, booming laugh.
There’s so much to highlight. Jungwon knows he’s in deep, so he sets his phone aside, far from his reach, and closes his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake him.
His dreams are a shadow with a heart-shaped birthmark, dark hair and crinkly eyes.
-
Jay
Look at me
Directly ignoring his request, Jungwon continues scrolling on his phone without his eyes leaving the screen. It’s for his own health, too.
Chaeyeon surfs through the channels, maintaining a conversation with the rest, while Jay remains seemingly glued to his phone.
Jay
Are you still mad?
Jungwon actually looks up now, just to purposefully send Jay a penetrating look. When their eyes meet, Jay frowns.
Jay
Please tell me
Jungwon
what do you think??
Jay
We need to talk
Jungwon
i don’t want to
In the background, one of them laughs, and Chaeyeon glances at Jay. She raises her eyebrows at him, and it takes Jay a moment to realize he’s being examined. Jungwon simply watches it all, how Jay’s mouth falls into a thin line and Chaeyeon shakes her head, as if disappointed.
“Jay, cheer up a little!” She exclaims, and one of the guys laughs and hits Jay’s shoulder.
He disregards them poking fun at him, and promptly focuses on his phone again. Jungwon’s eyes don’t leave him, though. Instead, they pierce through Jay’s entire being. He hopes Jay can feel it, in and out.
Jay
Why?
I have something to tell you
Jungwon
my sister is gonna notice you texting me
doesn’t that bother you hyung?
Jay
No, it doesn’t
Jay gazes at him, their eyes meeting. Jungwon wants to laugh, at the ridiculousness of it all, at Jay’s attempt to recover their relationship. If it can even be called that, really.
Jungwon
i’m leaving
have fun
When he gets up, Chaeyeon sends him a puzzled look, and Jungwon simply shrugs at her. He’s tired, drained. Having to stay and pretend to be comfortable in a friend group that isn’t his, with Jay’s presence there, is exhausting. Obviously, Chaeyeon never forces him, it plainly happens.
Jungwon heads to his room, climbing up the stairs with slow steps, the invisible and emotional backpack he carries heavy on his shoulders. It’s been days since he last kissed Jay, felt his hands, his lips, his warmth. And it shouldn’t matter, it’s over.
As he goes to close the door behind him, something gets in the way. Jungwon turns around and finds Jay’s arm between the wall and the door.
“What are you doing?” Jungwon asks him, sighing.
“Stopping you from locking yourself inside,” he replies.
“Leave me alone,” huffing, Jungwon mutters and eventually gives up, allowing Jay to open the door fully.
“I won’t leave you,” Jay tells him and walks inside. “Not again.”
When Jay locks the door and advances towards Jungwon, all he can do is squint suspiciously at him. Whatever he plans on doing, won’t work. Jungwon is stubborn, and he admits it.
“That’s funny,” he utters, “I thought you didn’t want her to know. Isn’t this gonna raise suspicions?”
Clearly, Jungwon wasn’t expecting Jay to chuckle, at all. He was already picturing him panicking and checking the time, trying to think up an excuse for why he took so long in the bathroom.
“Wonie,” Jay smiles, an arm sneaking around his waist, “she already knows.”
Startled and confused, Jungwon frowns. “What?”
“I told her right when you left my place the other day, and well… Obviously, she suspected it.”
“Are you joking right now?”
Jay shakes his head. “It’s true. I was shocked too, well, I mean… We weren’t doing an excellent job at hiding it, either.”
“You—What? And why didn’t you tell me?” Jungwon questions, but a smile creeps up his face, even if he attempts to suppress it.
“You told me I needed time, and I guessed you needed it too—”
“Hyung, you’re so fucking dumb,” holding Jay’s face in his hands, cupping his cheeks and applying pressure, Jungwon says. “I’m in love with you. I don’t want time, or space, or—I want you.”
“In love?” He sounds incredulous.
“Yes.”
“I love you,” Jay confesses. “Like, so much. I’ve been meaning to tell you, but maybe it was too soon to say it, since I also told you I liked—”
The desire to kiss him overtakes him. Jungwon presses his lips against Jay’s mouth, firm and steady. Once Jay melts under him, both arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer, Jungwon smiles into the kiss and licks into Jay’s mouth, unable to resist. His hands shift to his nape, fingers playfully tugging at the strands of hair there. In response, Jay holds him tighter, his own fingers digging into Jungwon’s hips.
It becomes desperate as soon as Jay opens his mouth, letting Jungwon in. Their tongues dance together, a sloppy mess, some drool beginning to pool and drip down their chins. Jungwon likes it just like that, hearing Jay’s raspy breath and feeling his hands turning frantic, exploring under his shirt.
Jungwon pushes Jay back on his bed. His body falls limp on the mattress, though his arms instantly reach out to pull Jungwon on top. Once Jungwon settles on his lap, his mouth starts peppering kisses down his neck, his collarbones, moving his shirt to start sucking on the skin there. It’s addicting, seeing the way his flesh turns a dark shade of red instantly, how sensitive Jay is. Obviously encouraged, Jungwon makes his way under his jaw, and nibbles there, watching as the marks appear.
“Ah, Wonie,” Jay mutters, and for a moment, Jungwon thinks he’s going to stop him from leaving a trace. “Please.”
“You’re mine,” he then tells Jay, his fingers caressing the red spots down his neck, “all mine, hyung.”
“All, ah, yours,” when Jungwon’s mouth laps at the exposed skin, Jay continues making delicious noises.
Something possesses him. Watching Jay come apart under him isn’t unusual, they usually have this sort of dynamic. Now, though, Jungwon wants to remind Jay he belongs to him, eternally. He wants to see Jay begging, crying, asking for more and pleading for pleasure.
“Take this off,” Jungwon says, tugging at his shirt. Jay wastes no time, he discards his shirt and goes to unbutton his jeans.
When Jungwon slaps his hand away, Jay frowns. For a moment, he remains still while Jungwon takes off his own clothes, sitting back on top of his crotch, only in his boxers. Jungwon makes sure to have Jay’s eyes on him at all times.
“Like what you see?”
Jay almost drools and Jungwon smirks.
“Please, Wonie,” he pleads.
As they continue making out, Jay’s bulge becomes clear inside his pants, probably painful against the clothes. Jungwon grinds down on purpose, knowing all Jay wants is to take them off, his cock springing free, ready to receive some friction. He makes it obvious by bucking his hips up, meeting Jungwon’s movements, groaning.
Jay’s hands don’t stop traveling all over the expanse of Jungwon’s back, grasping desperately, gripping his waist, and digging his fingers deep into the flesh, motivating Jungwon to move.
It’s not Jungwon’s plan to come like this, as if they’re horny teenagers getting off merely by humping each other.
“Fuck,” Jay utters, a guttural moan escaping him.
“You could come like this, huh?” Jungwon teases, purposefully pushing his body down, pressing on all the right spots. He breathes into Jay’s agape mouth.
“No—I just, Wonie—”
A harsh kiss shuts Jay up, a clash of teeth and tongues. The eagerness is overwhelming at this point, kissing isn’t enough, rubbing as if in heat won’t satisfy Jungwon, and the shape of Jay’s dick through his clothes is beginning to drive him insane.
“Tell me what you want,” Jungwon whispers against his lips, gaze burning.
“I want you,” Jay replies. “All of you, I want—I need to be inside you.”
And, really, as much as Jungwon likes acting tough, his mouth waters. He leans back and begins taking Jay’s remaining clothes off, watching as his throbbing cock reddens, erect against his stomach. He holds it in one hand, and kisses Jay’s thighs, all around it, avoiding touching his member. Jungwon knows he can be cruel, and if Jay teased him like that, he’d punch him, but it’s in his nature.
“Do you think they know?” Then Jungwon says, stroking him, watching Jay’s eyes roll at the direct friction.
“W-what?”
“Do they know how easily you fall apart? Your best friend’s little brother making you all wet?”
Jay chokes, on saliva, or just at Jungwon’s words. His face turns the darkest shade of red, if possible and he gulps. He doesn’t get to reply properly, because Jungwon twists his hand and pumps him at a faster pace, basking in the way his breath comes out unevenly.
“My precious hyung,” Jungwon continues, “all pathetic under me. Who would’ve thought?”
“Please, just, ah,” Jay moans.
His own dick is already beading pre-come at the tip, staining his underwear. Jungwon focuses solely on Jay, though. He stops his movements, leaving Jay panting and itching for more. For a moment, Jungwon watches, in awe. Jay’s body is all a scarlet color, his nipples hard, his neck filled with marks. It fills him with an unknown sensation. More than satisfaction or pride, it’s some sort of poetic feeling.
Jungwon reaches for his bedside table, catching the bottle of lube he hides at the back of the drawer, hoping no one goes through it. He feels around for some condoms but comes up empty-handed. Since they mainly have sex at Jay’s apartment, all he has is the lube he uses to masturbate.
“No condoms,” Jungwon comments, still in place.
Jay’s hands caress his thighs, impatient. “I don’t care. Do you?”
“I couldn’t care less,” he grins. “Even better.”
With one hand, he lubs Jay’s cock, spreading the product thoroughly, and with the other one, he plays with his nipples. The way Jay’s entire body contorts at the contact, both on his shaft and nipples, makes Jungwon smile proudly. He knew he had a certain effect on Jay, since day one, but having it explicitly happen under him is a religious experience, sort of.
Jay’s head lolls to the side, and his eyes only open when Jungwon’s touch isn’t there anymore.
“Do you wanna watch, hyung?” He offers, a lubed-up finger already testing his hole.
When Jay notices, his mouth seemingly waters, falling open. “Wonie…”
“Just lean back and enjoy.”
Slowly inserting one finger in, Jungwon lets out a low, deep sound. He plays with his hole for a moment, only pumping that finger in and out, seeing how Jay follows the movement of his hand. Then the second finger comes in, and Jungwon can’t help but thrust back on his own motion, adjusting his fingers so they brush against that sweet spot every time. Jay looks gone, absolutely entranced, mouth agape and eyes half closed.
It’s unconscious, the way Jay reaches for his own cock and attempts to give himself some pleasure. Jungwon is aware he’s only reacting naturally, still, he swats Jay’s hand away and promptly fills his hole with another finger.
“Just watch, hyung,” he tells him, gasping as he hits all the right places. “Your time will come.”
Jay bites his bottom lip, teeth almost drawing blood from it. “Fuck, baby.”
Jungwon crooks his fingers, all three of them, and bounces on them. At some point, it becomes evident he needs more. Bigger, stronger. All of Jay inside him.
He pulls them out and cleans his hand with his bedsheets, falling back on top of Jay’s crotch, their members brushing together. It seems like the friction was very necessary for Jay, as his back arches, a loud groan leaving him. Jungwon smirks.
“You would come like this, wouldn’t you?” Jungwon teases. “So pathetic, just a few touches and you’re gone.”
Gripping his thighs, almost begging for Jungwon to grind down, Jay grumbles. “Please.”
“What do you want, hyung?”
“You. Just—let me, ah, let me fuck you,” his hands desperately move around, his cock hard and dripping. Jungwon almost drools.
In any other situation, he’d blow him. Suck Jay dry, until he’s overstimulated and begging for him to stop. Jungwon doesn’t know how to control himself when it comes to Jay, but now, he takes his sweet time, maintaining a distance, keeping Jay wanting and craving it.
“You really wanna be inside me?” Jungwon leans down, smug smile and all. He makes sure to brush his dick against Jay’s, eliciting another agonizing groan. Then he caresses Jay’s cheek, his fingers dancing on his jaw, up to his temple.
Simply nodding eagerly, Jay holds back, watching Jungwon play with him like a toy. And Jungwon loves him, loves having this effect on him. He places his fingers on Jay’s lips, fondling with them, until Jay’s mouth falls open and Jungwon shoves two fingers inside, deep and unrelenting. Obviously, Jay chokes on them, yet wastes no time in wrapping his tongue around them, sucking on Jungwon’s fingers, which were inside him a few minutes ago.
“Fuck, hyung,” he mutters, dropping a kiss on Jay’s nose and thrusting them further inside. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Mouth stuffed, Jay looks at him, his gaze igniting and penetrating. There’s pure desire running through Jungwon’s veins, and even if he wants to extend it as much as possible, he’s aching to be touched and stuffed, too.
Jungwon guides Jay’s cock towards his hole. Playing with the head for a moment, he takes a deep breath and slowly sinks down, engulfing Jay’s length bit by bit. Both of them moan when Jungwon finally wraps around him entirely, sitting on his member, not moving. He feels so full, so good.
A whine escapes him as Jay’s hips rise up. He tries, Jay really does. Not to gain control, exactly, but searches for more. Some movement, friction. Jungwon is strict, though. He places both hands on Jay’s abdomen and pushes him down on the mattress, firmly.
“Please, baby, let me—”
“At my own pace, hyung.”
Unable to hold back, Jungwon moves, up and down, at such a leisurely pace it’s almost frustrating for both of them. But Jungwon gets off on watching Jay suffering, actually, so he bears it. Jay’s cock fills him up, perfectly, and as Jungwon rides him, back and forth, the speed he set becomes dull and bland.
In and out, the squelching sound of Jay’s cock entering and exiting him fills the room along with their own human, loud noises. Jay can’t even control his hands, as they go from gripping his waist to encouraging the movements by placing them on his ass, then his thighs. Jungwon feels adored, worshipped, in a way.
And Jay doesn’t even have to do anything but stay unmoving.
“Please, faster,” Jay groans.
“Patient, baby.”
“I’m—I’m very close, Wonie, I—ah,” faster and harsher, Jungwon drops on his dick, riding it with pleasure, hands still solid on his stomach. He prevents Jay from moving and also holds himself up, giving some leverage.
“You fill me up so good, hyung,” Jungwon praises, “so, so good for me.”
“Fuck, I feel, ah, it’s really good,” his head is thrown back when Jungwon finds his spot and begins jumping insanely fast, the slap of skin on skin overflowing their ears.
Watching Jay is what builds up Jungwon’s climax, he sees his eyes rolling back, and his hold on him is desperate to pull him close, closer than humanly possible. Jungwon continues going up, down, riding Jay like his life depends on it. He can tell his walls are pulsating, all around Jay’s cock, and it sends Jay over the edge.
“Baby, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, hyung,” he tells Jay. “Come inside.”
That tips him over, his orgasm shocking through his body like a strong electrical current. Jay moans loud enough to knock some sense into Jungwon, realizing the others may hear if they don’t quiet down. Jungwon’s room is far from the living room, but Jay almost wails. And as hot as it is, Jungwon shuts him up by placing his hand on his mouth.
“Shh, quiet,” Jungwon mutters. “You don’t want the rest to know, do you?”
It’s the overstimulation Jay experiences and seeing the come still shooting out of his dick, painting his stomach white, that makes Jungwon sink completely down on Jay’s cock, his spot getting hit on just right.
“Baby, please,” Jay grips his legs, holding him in place. And Jungwon comes, the climax striking him like a thunderbolt, his entire body tensing and then releasing, his dick pathetically spitting out come all over Jay.
Jungwon breathes in, inhaling a good amount of air, and slowly gets off Jay’s spent cock.
“Wow,” he utters, a grin taking over his face.
“You’re so cruel,” Jay comments and shakes his head, in disbelief.
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it.”
Inwardly, Jungwon knew there was a side of Jay that he sometimes masked during sex. He didn’t expect it to be uncovered now.
He lies beside Jay’s tired and worn-out body, catching his breath. His hand shifts, searching for Jay’s. Once he finds it, Jungwon interweaves their fingers, and smiles contentedly.
“I really do love you,” Jungwon mumbles.
“Huh?” Jay pretends not to hear him.
Jungwon hits his arm, and raises his voice. “I love you.”
“Couldn’t hear you—”
“I love you, hyung.”
Jay kisses him, a sweet and tender kiss. It’s short, but it makes Jungwon feel giddy, even energetic. Their eyes meet, with such love that Jungwon thinks he sees stars in his eyes. Constellations, many galaxies connecting for them.
Keeping secrets was never Jungwon’s strength. And Jay makes sure he doesn’t ever have to do it again.
-
Chae
Are u for real???
Did Jay tell u i already know? Like
STILL NO NEED TO BE SO LOUD
Jungwon
omg sorry
i’m just seeing these
Chae
Best to keep the fucking for when u two are alone omfg
Jungwon
did you hear it all?????
Chae
We went out after Jay became your doll
I really do not need to imagine my bestie getting absolutely destroyed by my LITTLE BROTHER
Jungwon
sorry!
won’t happen again
Chae
It will absolutely happen again
Jungwon
i won’t lie