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Military service is… not exactly what Sieun had in mind when he enlisted. 

Don’t get him wrong, he heard plenty from his peers and his father growing up. Growing up in a country where serving in the military was such a glory, he had a good idea of how it went. It wasn’t like he was unprepared for it. 

He anticipated the early mornings and late nights. The work out routines and hard labor that would stretch his body into places he didn’t know he was capable of reaching. The constant ache of his body. The harsh burn of his lungs that never faded. 

And of course, the heckling. 

Sieun knew from a young age that boys didn’t like the way he looked. That he was too pretty. Too doe eyed. Too feminine. He heard it all and then some. And he knew it would be the same in the military. 

So when he enlisted at that age of 25 with his friends Baku and Gotak, he thought he was prepared for it all. 

Turns out he was not prepared for it all. 

He was not prepared for the kitchen.

Maybe he idealized the military too much, but he thought when he went into active duty, he would, you know, actually be on the front lines. But his superiors took one look at him and said, “kitchen.”

Baku and Gotak got to go to the front lines.

Sieun was, a little disappointed to say the least. All the expectations that had been built up the last 25 years were gone. Sure, he still had to the drills and workouts. Wake up early. Stay up ungodly late. Handle the jeers and the taunts that he expected. Shoot targets. 

But he was in the kitchen more often than not. 

In fact, he was often up earlier and stayed up later than his unit because of this. It spared him time away from the others, gave him the chance to hide from the taunting at least. 

“Good morning sunshine.”

The words are followed by the loud clatter of a tray table being slammed down on the counter in front of Sieun. Makes him jolt in his half-awake, 4 am daze. 

Sergeant Ahn is staring back at him. Already dressed in uniform. Eyes wide and far too awake for the hour it is. Eyes that are focused entirely on Sieun. The way they always are whenever he comes through the assembly line. 

Sieun was not prepared, for Sergeant Ahn Suho. 

Top ranking in their unit. First to be used on the front lines. Has actually seen active duty. Shot at things that aren’t targets. Barked orders and made men shake because of the power he emits. He’s mean, he’s intimidating, he reeks of cigarettes and man musk. He’s too cocky for his own good. 

And he’s decided Sieun is the most interesting thing in this world. 

Sieun blinks at him, directly in the eyes. Something Ahn does not tolerate for almost anyone. Excluding Sieun for some reason. 

Sieun does not know why. Does not want to know why. All he knows is that the first times he made eye contact with Ahn, his fellow cooks smacked him and called him crazy. Asking if he had a death wish. 

Sieun merely tilted his head and asked what were they talking about. 

Not 30 minutes later in the cafeteria, Ahn smashed someone’s teeth in because be refused to lower his gaze, after Ahn said he would break his face if he didn’t. 

Sieun understood then. And kept meeting his gaze anyways. 

So Sieun blinks at the sergeant, heaves a sigh like he always does, and places two pieces of egg on Ahn’s tray. 

“Nah, pretty, gimme more than that.”

And Ahn reacts in the same way he always does. 

Sieun sighs again and plants another two eggs on his tray before bringing his gaze back up to the sergeant. “That’s it.”

Ahn grins, the same way he does every meal time. Every morning, afternoon, and night when he decides he’s hungry enough to stop beating the shit out of new recruits. The way Sieun has come to expect. 

“Gimme one more Sieun-ah.”

And there’s also that. 

The lack of honorifics he gives Sieun. 

Granted, Ahn is higher ranking than almost everyone in their unit, so he doesn’t really give anyone honorifics. Expect the few superiors that pop in from time to time. But unlike everyone else, Sieun gets the -ah added to his name. The familiar, friendly tone. 

Everyone else gets their name and nothing else. With a deadpan, threatening tone. A tone that tells everyone to shut up and mind their business. 

Sieun, for whatever reason, gets the coy, friendly, almost flirty (if he didn’t know any better), tone. Ahn doesn’t have any friends in the unit, he doesn’t need them according to himself. But if he did, Sieun would guess that he would talk to them the same way he talks to Sieun. 

Why, or what that means for Sieun, he has no idea. And he doesn’t really want to know. 

Ahn may be Sieun’s superior, but since he’s not really doing much on the front lines, Sieun only really has to deal with him during meal times. And that, is more than enough for Sieun.  

“You’re greedy,” Sieun deadpans, even as he places the last egg on Ahn’s plate. 

They’re really not supposed to give out extra food like this, but what Ahn wants, Ahn gets. And most people skip the eggs anyways. Ahn, Baku, and Gotak are the only ones who consistently get them. And Baku and Gotak only get them so they can sneak in a conversation with Sieun before they leave. 

“You have no idea Sieun-ah.”

Ahn doesn’t give the words time to linger before he’s snatching his tray away and bothering the next station in line. Sieun merely blinks once, far from phased, and resumes his duties. 

By the time lunch rolls around, Sieun is sweaty and hot and his breath is ragged in his lungs. It doesn’t matter that he’s been here 7 months now, the drills don’t get easier. Even if he knows he’s gaining muscle. He can see it in the way his biceps bulge in ways they never used to. 

A benefit to being a cook is the fact that he’s released early. Meaning he’s spared from Sergeant Ahn’s lingering glances and muttered comments while they’re doing their drills. 

Sieun has long since gotten used to that as well. Adjusted to the constant pacing while he’s doing his push ups. The whispered comments that are only for Sieun’s ears while they’re climbing ropes.  But lately, Ahn’s been getting… touchy. 

Words. Glances. Hidden meanings in between sneered comments, Sieun is used to. Can handle with ease. 

But hands on his waist while he’s doing pull ups? A hand in between his shoulder blades while he’s doing his push ups? A smack on the ass when Sieun finishes a drill?

That disarms Sieun. That is new. 

And Sieun intends on finding out why. While on Spam duty. 

“Does Sergeant Ahn ever touch you guys while you’re working out?” He tries to frame it as a casual question while he fries the Spam. Keep his voice light, tone curious and relaxed. 

Juntae drops his chopsticks. 

“What do you mean touch?” His eyes are shining with curiosity. The other cooks heads have perked up too, staring at Sieun. 

Sieun shrugs. “Like grabs your waist to correct your form? Or pushes you further down while you’re doing push ups?”

“If Sergeant Ahn ever grabbed my waist, I would report myself to the medical unit and get discharged for mental illness because I’d think I’m going crazy,” Juntae answers. 

Sieun’s mouth pinches down as he flips over the pieces of Spam. 

“He’s really… never touched you guys?”

“He’s punched me before,” Seongje chirps up. Everyone’s head whips towards him. The cook sniffs. “I called him a pussy. I deserved it.”

Several nods. 

“I’ve never seen Ahn touch anyone unless it was a punch or kick or something of the like,” Juntae muses. “You’re sure he touches you? Like on purpose?”

“Unless I’m hallucinating someone who sounds and looks an awful lot like Sergeant Ahn pushing me down while I do push ups and telling me how good my form looks.”

Juntae chokes. Several pairs of eyes wide and unblinking on Sieun now. 

“Keep that to yourself huh?” Seongje sniffs again. “If anyone hears that… I think Ahn will break some teeth in.”

“Why?”

“No reason!” Juntae interrupts before glaring at Seongje. “If he does it again let me know. But definitely just watch who you share that information with.”

“Mmm ok.”

“Chop chop. Lunch starts in 5,” another cook shouts and the kitchen is a flurry of activity after that. 

Sieun plates the cans and cans of Spam he fried before heading over to his station, sliding the metal container into place below the heat lamp. Soldier‘s start trickling in not long after that. Grabbing their soup base and meandering through to get their toppings. 

Sieun knows when Ahn walks in. He always does. 

A few soldiers flinch. A hush falls through the line, any peaceful chatter snuffed out the second he steps through the door. Sieun blinks. He’s used to a sort of hush or unease around Ahn. But this is new. Heavier. 

“Did something happen after I left?” Sieun mumbles as Baku steps up to grab his Spam. 

His friend freezes. Eyes wide. 

Sieun’s head tilts. “Baku.”

Baku flinches. 

“Why do you think that?”

Sieun snorts and gestures to the eerily quiet cafeteria. “You tell me.”

His friend stares at the pieces of Spam in front of him, no longer meeting Sieun’s gaze. 

“Baku.”

“Sergeant Ahn got into a fight. You know how he is. Nothing unusual.”

“Fight about what?”

“Just drop it,” Baku hisses. He snatches himself a few pieces of Spam. “Seriously Sieun-ah, just let it go. And stay away from him hm? He’s a scary guy.”

And then Baku is scampering away, leaving Sieun staring helplessly after him. That was… odd. 

The next few encounters Sieun has is even weirder. People refusing to meet his gaze. Or people he knows normally get extra protein, just skip his section entirely. Sieun is also noticing an uptick in black eyes or busted lips. A few more than what he would consider normal. 

Two people ahead of Ahn, something clicks into place in Sieun’s mind. 

“How’s his cock Yeon?” The soldier, Kim, slams his tray down in front of Sieun with a loud snap. The noise echoing throughout the quiet room, some of his soup spilling out of the bowl and splattering on the counter. 

Sieun’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

Kim sneers, his bottom lip is also split and his eyebrow is swelling. “You keep his bed warm every night? Is that it? You let him fuck your pretty face while everyone’s asleep and he protects your soft ass? Is that what’s going on?”

Sieun’s face is starting to heat up  He can feel the blush spreading down the tips of his ears at what the other solider is insinuating  Who he’s insinuating.

In the cafeteria, Baku is rising to his feet. Gotak is beginning to push his way up the line. 

“I don’t know what you think you’re talking about but-“

Kim barks out a laugh. “Come on Yeon, we all know you’re a faggot. Just didn’t think Ahn was one too.”

Sieun’s mouth drops. 

A fist connects with Kim’s jaw before Sieun can even get a noise out. 

Sieun watches the second Kim passes out. Literally. Watches the way his eyes roll back and it’s lights out. The way his body crumples to the floor with no one or nothing there to break his fall. 

Ahn stands over his body. Chest heaving. Eyes wild. 

Sieun takes a subconscious step back. 

“Anyone else?” Ahn suddenly shouts to the cafeteria. 

Baku is sitting back down. Gotak shuffling back into his place in line

Ahn looks around widely, body language screaming for a challenge. “No come on! You all wanna talk so much shit when I’m not around. Now you all are too pussy to say to my face?”

Ahn spits near Kim’s body. The other solider groaning and slowly stirring back to life. 

Ahn then points directly at Sieun, making Sieun’s eyes widen and he nearly ducks down at the sudden attention. That’s when he notices how raw and bloody and split Ahn’s knuckles are. Like he’s been beating on things for hours. 

“If any of you.” Ahn isn’t shouting but his voice is deadly. “Have anything to say to Yeon. Or me. Or so much as touch a hair on his head.” Ahn’s jaw ticks. “You’ll be better off deserting than letting me catch you.”

No one moves. No one dares to even breathe heavy. Anyone Sieun’s gaze drifts to immediately looks away from Sieun. Kim groans suddenly and his head pops back into view as he sits up. 

Everyone’s gaze snaps to him. Including Ahn. 

His jaw works and then he’s laughing. A hand shoots out, grabbing Kim by the hair and hauling him to his feet. Hard enough Sieun can hear the sound of hair being pulled out. 

Kim stumbles and sags, groaning again as Ahn pulls them face to face. 

“Say it again,” Ahn whispers. Threatens really. 

Kim blinks, clearly dazed but logical enough to know Ahn will kill him if he even blinks funnily. 

“Ahn I-“

“That’s Sergeant, to you Private,” Ahn growls. 

Kim gapes. “Sergeant, it was just a joke-“

Ahn throws him down hard enough the thud echos throughout the cafeteria. “Say that word again Kim. Say it.” He stalks towards the wounded man, no one interfering. Or breathing. Including Sieun. 

“Sergeant I-“

“No. You said it to Yeon. You can say it me.” A hand in Kim’s shirt and he’s being hauled up again. “I’ll even say it with you!”

“Sergeant-“

“Fa,” Ahn’s talking like a parent scolding a child. It’s disorienting to say the least. 

Kim is shaking his head, grabbing onto Ahn’s wrist for dear life. His eyes wide and pleading. 

“Faaaaa.”

“Sergeant I take it back. I’m s-“

“Faggot!”

And Ahn’s smashing his head forward, forehead colliding into Kim’s nose. The sound of bone crunching followed by a wet squelch and a howl of pain echoing throughout the room. 

For the third time in the span of 10 minutes, Kim crumples to the ground. This time, the stain of crimson on his fingers and whimpers of pain. 

Ahn laughs coldly, reaching a hand out to pat Kim’s head mockingly. “Whoops, sorry man. It was just a joke!”

Kim makes a gurgling noise, still clutching his nose. Ahn sniffs, flicking his gaze to whoever was standing behind Kim. He points and the poor soldier goes pale. “Take him to the infirmary. If anyone asks what happened, tell them they can come find me.” Ahn grins and steps away from the bleeding soldier. 

“Hurry.”

The new soldier looks at Sieun. Sieun stares back and shrugs. 

“Ah.” 

Ahn is suddenly there, grabbing the new solider by the hair and yanking his head back. The soldier whimpers. “Don’t look at him. Just do what I say hm?”

“Yes. Yea. Ok. I will!”

Ahn releases him and the new soldier is hurrying to Kim’s side within a blink. The two limp out of the cafeteria hall, no one breathing or making a noise. No one looking at Ahn or Sieun for that matter. 

Sieun may not have been out in the yard during whatever happened before lunch, but at least now he has some context clues. 

“I’m hungry!” Ahn suddenly announces, whipping through the cafeteria. People jump, turn away from the scene. Uneasy murmurs filling the space. Baku is staring at Sieun. Sieun tilts his head in response. 

“Gimmie some Spam Sieunnie huh? Worked up an appetite during drills this morning,” Ahn steps into few, setting his tray down with care. 

Sieun frowns. “What happened?”

Ahn sniffs and cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

“Your knuckles,” Sieun nods to said knuckles. “They’re bloody.”

“My knuckles are always bloody.”

“Sergeant-“

“Suho.”

Sieun gapes. “What?”

“My name is Suho.” 

“In here I’m supposed to call you Sergeant Ahn.”

Ahn snorts. “I don’t give a damn about honorifics Sieun-ah. I wanna hear you say my given name.”

“Tell me what happened before lunch. And what that fight was just about and I will, Sergeant.”

Ahn blinks. Sniffs. Rubs a hand over his jawline. “Don’t worry about it. Hyung sorted it out.”

“It seems like something I should worry about.”

“No.” Ahn’s voice is hard. “It’s not.”

Sieun scoffs and places another piece of Spam on his tray. “You’re holding up the line Sergeant.”

Ahn blinks at the Spam then back at Sieun. His tongue runs across his bottom lip, biting it momentarily before scoffing. “Fine. I’ll see you at dinner Sieun-ah.”

Sieun mumbles under his breath and begins to actually focus on his duties. 

But every other soldier besides Gotak skips past him today. 

Dinner is not much different. 

Besides it starting with Juntae whispering to Sieun if he and Ahn have actually hooked up before. And Sieun promising to beat him with a ladle if he ever asked that again. 

A few more jeers but no other slurs hurled or insults whispered. Kim is nowhere to be seen and people skip over his section without looking back. Except Baku, Gotak, and Ahn of course. 

His friends are useless though. When he presses them on what the fuck is going on, they lie and lie horribly. Telling Sieun not to worry and to just avoid Ahn at all costs. 

And when Ahn comes up, again, he’s quieter. “Sieun-ah, answer me honestly.” 

He doesn’t give Sieun a chance to reply. 

“Have you ever see active combat?”

Sieun frowns. “No.”

“Do you have any idea what we’re actually training for?”

Sieun shrugs. “Sure.”

“Have you ever aimed a gun at someone with the intent to kill them?”

“Jesus. Sergeant. No.”

Ahn blinks at him, eyes dark with a foreign emotion. Mouth pursed. “Have you ever been in an actual fight? Ever stood up for yourself?”

Clicks of pens. Screams. Blood. Glass breaking. Tears. Memories of Sieun’s high school years come screaming back to him while he stands over a serving platter of hot dogs. 

“Yes,” he swallows. 

Ahn’s eyes widen just a tad. “Really? While you were in here?”

“No.” Sieun answers. “I don’t like fighting.”

This earns him a chuckle and look over from head to toe. He resists the urge to squirm. “You’re too innocent for this place Sieun-ah.”

This insults Sieun just a tad and he resists the urge to puff out his chest and immediately argue. “What the hell does that mean? I’m a 25 year old man. I’m not a child.”

“Oh trust me, I know you’re not.” Ahn’s eyes sparkle now. He leans forward like he’s about to whisper a secret to Sieun. It makes Sieun shrink back a tad. “I never doubt that you can handle yourself. I just don’t want you to lose that shine in your pretty eyes.”

Now, Sieun has heard his eyes been called pretty many times. Mostly as insults. Sometimes from girls who know that he’s gay and they squeal over how cute he is. But this is neither of those things. This makes his breath hitch for a moment. This makes his face heat. 

“What’re you even talking about Ahn?” he mumbles. 

Ahn clicks his tongue. “Gimme some hot dogs Sieun-ah.”

He leaves without much more dramatics. But his words linger under Sieun’s skin. 

And when dinner is done and the dishes are cleaned, it’s well past 11 pm. They have a report of 6 am tomorrow. Sieun is tired, bones weary. Ahn’s confusing words looping in his head. The wet crack of bone and crimson staining fingers also replaying in his mind. 

So yes, he’s very irritated when Gotak and Baku stop him on the way to the bunks. 

“Guys. Get out of my way. I’m tired,” Sieun snaps the second they step into his line of sight. 

His friends exchange a sheepish look. Baku refusing to even really look at him. “I think you should wait out here for a bit,” Gotak says gently. 

Sieun stares at him. “Move.”

“Sieunnie,” Baku mutters, still not looking at him. “It’s really not a good idea for you to go in there right now.”

“Why?” He demands. 

Gotak’s mouth purses. “Just- trust us ok? Don’t go in there. Not yet.”

And deep down. Sieun knows his friends are probably just trying to help in their own way. Trying to keep him out of trouble somehow. That they mean the best, they always do. 

But Sieun is fucking tired. He’s had a long, confusing day. And his friends and whatever these current antics are, are not helping. He just wants to crawl into his bunk and drop dead. 

“I don’t have time for this you two.” He shoulders his way past his friends. His own shoulders broad and much stronger than they were 7 months ago. 

“Wait-“

“Sieun-“

Baku and Gotak scramble. Grabbing at his shoulder. Then his wrist. Whimpering out pleas that fall on deaf ears. Sieun shoves his way through it all. He’ll apologize to them in the morning when he’s not so cranky. 

“Sieun please-“

Sieun throws open the doors to the bunks. 

And stops dead. 

There’s chaos. People shouting. People scrambling. Furniture scrapping. Bodies moving. 

And Ahn is in the center of the room, grabbing someone by the throat. One of the bunks is turned over. A mattress thrown away. Cotton from pillows thrown around. There’s blood on the floor. On Ahn’s pajamas. On his knuckles. His eyes are wild, mouth pulled up in a feral expression. 

The soldier on his knees is grabbing Ahn’s hands desperately. Mouth bright red, bottom lip fat from where it had been split. His eye is swollen, Sieun can tell from here. He’s too far to hear anything that they’re saying.  But Ahn is pissed. 

“Sieun!” Gotak grabs Sieun’s wrist again, forcing Sieun to spin around to face his friend. 

“What the fuck is going on?”

His friends both flinch. 

“Yeon!”

The room falls into silence. 

“Yeon please! Call him off man! I didn’t- I didn’t-“

The solider screaming is cut off by a dull thud as Sieun turns back around to the scene. It was the soldier Ahn had by the throat. He’s now slumped off to the side. Eyes closed. 

Sieun blinks and focuses his gaze on Ahn. 

Who is now marching towards him. Anger burning in his gaze. His friends shrink back. Sieun merely tightens his jaw and tilts his head back. Their eyes meet as Ahn stalks up. 

“How often does this happen?” Ahn’s voice is quiet but not timid. Like he’s simmering in an anger barely leashed. 

“Does what happen?”

Ahn’s jaw works before he focuses his gaze behind Sieun. On his friends. “You didn’t tell him.”

“Tell me what?“

Ahn looks back at him. “Your mattress was destroyed.”

Sieun’s eyes widen. And then they start to sting. His throat feels thick and he’s just so, so tired. He wants to cry. He’s on the verge of it. But he won’t. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Not when that’s so clearly what his unit wants. 

It doesn’t stop the tears from welling though. He can feel it, his eyes turning watery. This isn’t new. He’s been dealing with this since he enlisted. He may not be out as gay, he’s not that stupid, but that hasn’t spared him by any means. 

He’s been called a fag more times than he can count. He’s had his shoulder shoved into a wall. His ass grabbed. His mattress ruined many times. It’s not new. 

He’s just really tired right now. 

“Hey. Hey no.” Ahn crowds closer, blocking out the chaos behind them. Centering himself in Sieun’s view as Sieun uses all of his will power to keep his tears at bay. “No baby don’t cry. Not here. Not like this. Not for them,” Ahn murmurs. Sieun sniffs, no tears have fallen yet. Ahn’s fingers twitch.

He’s too drained to even begin to unravel whatever the fuck just came out of Ahn’s mouth. 

“How often do things like this happen Sieun-ah?” Ahn mutters. 

Sieun’s honest. “A lot.”

He watches Ahn’s jaw tick. Sees the way his eyes close and he lets out one long, deep breath. Before his eyes flutter open again. “Are you used to this?”

Sieun nods once. Sniffs again, even though the urge to cry is slowly fading. 

“I’m going to fucking kill everyone in this unit,” Ahn growls. Then he turns, wrapping one arm around Sieun’s shoulders and dragging him to the center of the room.  

Sieun’s too tired to fight it. 

Ahn kicks the wounded solider as they shuffle forward. 

“Listen up soldiers!”

The room shuts up immediately. 

Ahn tightens his grip on Sieun. Sieun stares at the ground and wishes he was dying. 

“From now on, anyone who fucks with Private Yeon, fucks with me you understand?”

The room bursts into uneasy murmurs. A few sneers, from the few people stupid enough to believe they stand a chance against Ahn. Ahn squeezes Sueun once. 

“I know what you all are thinking. I know what you call him.” His gaze sweeps around the room. “And what you’ve started to call me.” A few soldiers shut up. “Don’t get me wrong, Yeon can handle himself.” Another squeeze, a few sneers. 

Sieun focuses back on the ground. 

“But believe me when I say, if you keep fucking with him. If I see it. Or hear it, you better get really comfortable knowing where the infirmary is. Because I will hurt you. Not bad enough to discharge you on medical leave. No. You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

“Just enough to keep you here. But in enough pain that every drill you do. Every gun you shoot. Every push up you perform, will ache. Will hurt. Will make you wish I hurt you more. And once you start to heal, I’ll do it again. And again. Until you switch units or desert.”

Ahn kicks the wounded soldier again. “And that’s a fucking promise. Are we clear?”

No one answers. Sieun isn’t even sure half the room is breathing. 

“I said.” Ahn releases Sieun and steps forward. The crowd shrinks back. “Are we fucking clear?”

“Yes Sergeant!”

“Good. Now go to bed.”

As the room once again dissolves into chaos, Sieun is grabbed again and yanked in amongst the stacks of bunks. He’s too tired to protest. Now all he wants to do is curl into Baku’s bunk and cry. The weight of the new target on his back heavy. 

Because that’s what happened. Ahn was trying to make things better for Sieun. He knows that. But it won’t. Instead, all he did was manage to slap a big, shiny new target on Sieun’s back that’s practically screaming for things to get worse. And Sieun really doesn’t want to think about that. 

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

“What?“

“Where did you intend on sleeping?” Ahn’s voice is mildly accusing. 

Sieun blinks. “Why is that any of your business Sergeant?”

“You’re sleeping with me. I’ll get you a new mattress after breakfast.”

Sieun can’t hold back anymore. “Are you fucking stupid?” He hisses. 

Ahn’s eyes widen in shock. “Huh?”

“Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done? How much harder you just made the next year and a half of my life? Do you understand Ahn, that I know have the worlds biggest target on my back? That what little peace I had before is now shattered, because of you?”

“Sieun. What-“

“No. Shut up.”

Ahn’s mouth snaps closed.

“You go out there, beat several guys senseless because of me. Threaten the entire unit for me. And then expect them to just let that slide?”

“If anyone does anything to you-“

“People are going to do things to me Ahn! There’s nothing you can do to stop it. In fact, you just made it worse!” Sieun seethes. “And now, after all the rumors about us. All the slurs we’re being called, you think it’s a good idea for me to crawl into bed with you? Are you stupid?”

Ahn blinks. And blinks again. “I’m just trying to watch out for you Sieun-ah.”

“I never asked you to!“ 

“You don’t have to.”

And those words take Sieun by surprise. For some reason, the way Ahn says it. His tone of voice. The utter sincerity of it. It takes the rage out Sieun’s body. Makes him deflate. That exhaustion come sweeping back in. Sieun’s shoulders sag in.

“Come on Sieun-ah. Just for tonight.”

The lights flick off. The ruckus of the last few hours draining away as wounds are licked and people settle in for the little sleep they’ll get tonight. 

Ahn stretches out his hand in the darkness. 

Sieun takes it. 

It’s dark, so he can’t see it, but he’s almost positive Ahn is smiling at him. And he lets himself be led through the rows of bunks. Hopes that it’s dark enough and people are tired enough to not make out what’s happening. Who is weaving between their beds. 

Ahn’s bunk is nice. Perks of being a sergeant. He’s solo, it’s sort of hidden away behind a corner. Exposed but not as exposed as Sieun’s is. 

“I sleep on the bottom bunk,” he whispers before crawling in. Sieun stares after him before looking up at the top bunk. 

“So, I’ll sleep on the top.”

“No!” Ahn hisses. Sieun whips his head back down. 

“Why not?”

“There’s no blankets or anything up there.” 

Sieun can just barely make out Suho shuffling around in the sheets. A flash of white from the sheets. “Just come lay down Sieun-ah. You’re tired.”

Sieun frowns before looking down at himself. “I don’t have my pajamas.”

“Yah, Yeon Sieun,” Ahn dramatically groans. “You’re killing me here. Take off your pants and shirt and crawl in. I’m tired.”

Sieun hesitates for another minute. He is exhausted. The weakness he felt earlier returning under the darkness. And it’s so very tempting to just crawl in with Ahn. But it’s also easy, too easy, for his mind to race in the opposite direction. 

People are going to see him waking up in Ahn’s bunk. They’re already whispering lies about them, this won’t help anything. He should crawl in with Baku or Gotak. His friends are probably expecting it. 

“Sieun.”

Slowly, carefully, Sieun unzips his pants. He doesn’t say a word or make a peep as he peels his clothes off, folding them neatly at the bedside. He doesn’t look at Ahn while he crawls in. Merely tucks himself into the sheets and faces away from him. 

They don’t even say goodnight before Sieun is asleep. 

—

The next week goes about as well as Sieun expected it too. 

Insults. Slurs. Being rammed into walls. Sieun actually punching someone. Or well, two someone’s. His bed being fucked with. Things going missing. Everything and anything. 

But that’s not the development that scares Sieun. 

No. 

The development that scares Sieun is the fact that every night since that night, Sieun has slept in Ahn’s bed. 

His mattress takes two days to be replaced. So for those two extra days, he wordlessly obeyed when Ahn insisted Sieun sleep in his bed.  After that, Sieun had no excuse. 

Neither of them talked about it, just wordlessly settled into this odd routine of Sieun crawling into bed with Ahn. It was nice. It was quieter than Sieun’s bunk. Not as much snoring. No bunkmate who jacks off until 2 am. 

And Sieun’s out of Ahn’s bed before most people are awake for breakfast duty. If anyone’s caught on, no one’s said anything. And Sieun knows that’s not something most people would just keep quiet on. They’d use it as ammo immediately. 

That’s not even the most concerning part about this development. 

The most concerning part is that for the last three nights, he’s woken up in Ahn’s arms. 

And almost kissed him. 

Twice. 

Sieun would like to blame it on the late nights. The exhaustion. The mental toll everything has taken on him. On the fact that Ahn was there. A warm body. Close. Not entirely unattractive either. 

But he knows that’s not it. He feels the warmth that blooms under his skin when Ahn defends him. The more than several times he’s had to excuse himself to adjust his reoccurring problem when Ahn calls him stupid nicknames. 

Sieun is absolutely attracted to Sergeant Ahn Suho. 

Much to his misery. 

And tomorow is a free day. 

A few soldiers are going out on the town. A few have family coming to visit. The kitchen is relieved of duty for tomorrow. Which means no having to be up early. Sleeping in. 

Gotak and Baku are escaping for the day. Their families are coming to visit. Sieun will be doing nothing but sleeping in and bed rotting. It’s been too long since he’s had a day to just do nothing. 

Well, maybe not nothing. 

“Ready for bed?” Ahn murmurs as Sieun pads after him to his bunk. 

Something’s different about tonight. The energy between them has shifted. Not a lot but a noticeable amount. And Sieun knows that tonight when he falls into bed with Ahn, things will change. 

“Mmm,” Sieun hums as he slowly begins to strip down. 

He keeps a pair of pajama pants next to the bed now. Ahn doesn’t wear anything but his boxers. Sieun doesn’t bother with the pants. Merely folds his jeans and shirt up and crawls under the covers. Something he hasn’t done since that first night. 

“Oh?” Ahn mumbles. 

Sieun turns on his side to face him. A dangerous move since this very position is why he’s almost kissed him twice. Their eyes meet. Bare chests almost touching. 

“You should put your pajamas on baby,” Ahn rasps once Sieun’s settled in. 

Sieun ignores the name. Ahn’s been calling him that more and more often and he ignores it every time. But that doesn’t mean his face doesn’t heat up a bit. 

“Why?”

He feels, more than sees, the shiver that races through Ahn’s body. 

“Sieun-ah, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“All…” Ahn takes a breath. Audibly swallows. “All wide eyed and innocent. Like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Sieun’s head tilts and his mouth pinches into a pout. 

Ahn buries his face in the pillow and groans. 

“You can’t even see me,” Sieun protests. 

“Sieun. Turn your back to me. Now.”

Sieun clicks his tongue. “No.”

“Sieun-“

“What’s wrong Sergeant?” Sieun presses their chests together. Warm skin brushing against the other. “Can’t control yourself?”

Ahn’s head whips up, his eyes wide in the dark. “What has gotten into you?”

Sieun shrugs, even if Ahn can’t see it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ahn surges forward before Sieun can blink. One hand wrapping around the back of Sieun’s neck, jerking their faces close enough to share breaths. Refusing to let Sieun pull away. 

“That right there is what I’m fucking talking about,” he hisses. “You act innocent and sweet. Wide eyed and like nothing bothers you. Like they don’t get under your skin at all. Like I don’t get under your skin.”

Sieun’s breath has grown shallow. 

“It makes me want to ruin you Sieun-ah. It always has. Makes me want to see those pretty eyes well up with tears while you cry and beg me to stop. Makes me want to see you finally use the muscles you’ve trained to try and stop me from taking what I want. Makes me want to watch you devolve into nothing more but cries and hiccups until you can’t even say my name. And I don’t give a damn who sees or hears.”

Sieun has stopped breathing entirely. 

Their lips graze now. 

“It makes me want to worship you and tear you apart with my bare hands. I shouldn’t want this. I could throw away everything because of this. But I do Sieun-ah. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you.”

They’re practically kissing at this point. Mouths pressed against each other without moving. They’re panting softly. 

“I’m not some innocent, frail little thing Sergeant.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Sergeant.”

Ahn closes his lips around Sieun’s. Finally sealing them in a proper kiss. One that devolves just as fast as it started. Into heat and tongues and spit. Into need and desperation. Hands clawing at bare skin. Whispered curses. Shuffling in a way that the bed doesn’t creak and give them away. 

Sieun lets his back be pushed into the sheets. Let’s Ahn slot a thigh between his legs. Let’s the kiss devolve into something messy and desperate. Let’s his hands claw at the bare skin of Ahn’s back. Lets himself sigh into Ahn’s mouth.  

And when Ahn breaks the kiss to mouth at Sieun’s neck, he tilts his head to the side and lets him. Panting softly and bucking his hips up against the warm muscle of Ahn’s thigh. His cock straining against the cheap, thin material of his boxers.  

“No marks,” Sieun does manage to pant out when he feels teeth graze against his neck. 

Ahn groans into his skin. 

“I would rather live through my enlistment,” Sieun mumbles out. Half a joke, half deadly serious. 

“I know. I know.” Ahn’s hands still wonder. Squeezing along Sieun’s body. Sieun chuckles when he feels his movements stall on his thighs. Feels him squeeze for several long moments. And Sieun merely lets him. 

“Fuck Sieun-ah.” 

Ahn pulls back and Sieun has to smash his lips together to suppress a whimper of disappointment. He can vaguely see the sergeant examining his body in the dark. His hands still on his thighs. 

“I knew your thighs were strong holy shit.” Then, without warning, Sieun’s legs are being pushed up towards his head. One of his hands clamp down on his mouth to muffle his yelp of shock. His thighs and abdomen straining at the awkward position. 

A brush of warm air. The ghost of lips on the muscle of thighs. A soft groan from the man between his legs. “I wish I could see better.” A warm kiss pressing against Sieun’s hot skin. 

Sieun squirms a bit, grateful to the dark for covering the blush on his cheeks. “Are you going to do anything or are we just practicing anatomy?”

“Let me have my fun. You never show off your muscles.”

“Sorry I workout with my clothes on.”

Teeth graze along his quads. “Yea. You should be.” A gentle nip has Sieun’s breath catching in his lungs. Makes his back arch a bit. It’s not enough to mark but the slight pain sends goosebumps along his skin. 

His cock strains in his boxers. Sieun can feel the damp spot forming at his head. His hips are twitching and his breathing has deepened considerably. 

“Are you gonna do anything or just chew on me like a chew toy?” Sieun hisses. 

A sharp bite to his thigh makes him yelp against his palm again. 

“Sieun-ah, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Let me take my time,” Ahn whispers against his skin. 

Sieun grumbles against his palm but shifts his hips up as he feels Ahn’s mouth shifting lower. His cock kicking in his boxers, the precum forcing the fabric to stick to his head now. 

A warm lick to his inner thigh sends shivers up his body, a tiny noise slipping out of his mouth, only to be muffled by his palm. Another lick. And another. And an another. Sieun can’t see but he knows his body enough to know that Ahn is licking along the stretch marks in his inner thighs. 

Teeth scrape where Ahn’s tongue brushes against. Never biting down and leaving a mark, but enough to promise. Threaten what could be if they were in a different place. It’s enough to make goosebumps erupt on Sieun’s skin. To make his breath fall out in shallow pants as Ahn’s mouth creeps closer and closer to the twitching heat between Sieun’s legs. 

And when warmth mouthes over Sieun’s cockhead, he can’t hold back a whimper. The tiniest bit of friction makes his veins burn and legs twitch. 

Ahn doesn’t pull back. His tongue swirling along the fabric, slobbering on it. Gasping softly as he takes more and more of Sieun’s clothed cock. Sieun can only gasp and writhe helplessly. His toes curling in the sheets. His palm muffling as much as it can. 

Ahn pulls away a gasp, louder than Sieun likes it. He jerks up, slapping a hand over Ahn’s mouth. His eyes wide in the dark. 

“Sorry,” Ahn mumbles against Sieun’s palm. 

“Do you want to get us both killed?” Sieun hisses. 

Ahn’s eyes twinkle in the light. “They can try.”

Sieun’s mouth pinched into a frown but Ahn’s pouncing before he can get another word out. Their lips meet and Sieun’s back is hitting the mattress with a muffled squeak. Their moans and sighs are swallowed up by the others mouth. 

Ahn’s body aligning on top of Sieun’s like it was meant to fit there. Like their bodies were two pieces of puzzle designed with the other in mind. 

Ahn’s hips meet Sieun’s, a spark of heat pooling in Sieun’s stomach at the contact. A shaky sound spills out of his lips, only to be swallowed by a greedy sergeant. Ahn drives his hips down again, their cocks sliding together in a messy movement. 

Sieun bucks his hips up on instinct, another noise falling out of his lips, immediately muffled by Ahn. 

Their rhythm is messy and awkward. A mix of frantic and cautious. Desperate for each other but careful enough to move without making the bed creak. Sieun loses himself somewhere along the way. Clawing at Ahn’s neck. Heat guiding his every move. The ache in his boxers and the burning of his belly reducing his world only to Ahn. 

Soft pants and whispered moans. Little ah, ah, ah’s. 

Surprisingly, Ahn’s whining more than Sieun is. 

And Sieun is going to cream his boxers because of it. 

“S-Sieun-ah fuck.”

“Feels so so good. Can’t ah stop.”

“Fuck baby don’t stop.”

“Please. Please. Please.”

“Sieun.”

Sieun hisses as his orgasm hits him. He yanks the pillow over his face as he grits his teeth to muffle any noises. His hips don’t stop, rolling hard and fast against Ahn’s as his cock kicks over and over. Ruining his boxers and making the fabric stick to their bodies. 

“Oh fuck.”

Ahn’s head drops to Sieun’s neck. Lips parting as he moans Sieun’s name into his skin. Plants soft open mouthed kisses as his hips jerk, the fabric of his own boxers dampening. 

Their hips rolls together in laze movements for a few moments, riding out their highs and muffling any lingering noises. Ahn eventually collapsing to Sieun’s side with a gasp. Neither of them speaking or moving.  Just heavy breaths and their fingertips grazing as they lay side by side. 

And despite what just happened, Sieun’s body burns for more. Despite the cum cooling in his body and the constant worry in the back of his mind that someone will hear or see, he needs more. His body sings for more, more, more. 

He must not be the only one because when he rolls to face Ahn, he’s yanked back in for another kiss. A hand on the back of his neck keeping him in place. As if he would dare move. As he’s not actively shuffling forward to press their bare chests together. 

Ahn reaches for Sieun’s boxers and Sieun lets him. Only whining in mild discomfort as the sticky fabric is removed. His half hard cock brushing against Ahn’s abdomen as it’s freed. 

Sieun groans into Ahn’s mouth at the slight friction, reaching for Ahn’s own boxers in the dark. Their mouths never leaving each other. Hungry. Devouring. Only broken slightly when Ahn’s cock is freed and their cocks graze against each other. Twitching. Sensitive. Greedy. 

Once again, Sieun finds himself rolled onto his back. Legs spread, Ahn between them. Breaking apart only so Ahn can stick a finger into Sieun’s mouth and tells him to wet them. Sieun’s eyes wide in the dark as his tongue laps at Ahn’s middle finger. 

Ahn groans as he removes the digit. Using his knee to spread Sieun’s legs. “I can’t wait to see those pretty, innocent eyes crying for me and me only baby.”

Sieun scoffs. “What is your fascination with my eyes? And I’m not some innocent virgin. Stop calling me that.”

“Oh sorry,” Ahn mumbles as he presses the tip of his finger into Sieun’s empty hole. “Do you fuck sergeants in their bunk beds often then?”

Sieun winces slightly at the burn. It’s been almost a year since the last time he’s been fucked open, before he enlisted. And he’s been too scared to do it himself since. And only having spit as lube doesn’t make it easier. 

“Y-yea actually.” He angles his hips up to help Ahn glide more in. “You thought you were special?”

“Baby.” Ahn shifts forward so their faces are near each other. So close their lips can brush. Close enough Sieun can make out the glint of anger in Ahn’s eyes. “Don’t even joke about that.”

His finger slides in a little more. Slightly burning. Sieun hisses and shifts. “Why?”

“Because if I find out anyone in here has laid their hands on what’s mine?” Ahn’s finger bottoms out and the discomfort is starting to bleed into pleasure. “I’ll kill them.”

Sieun’s eyes widen, a spark of pleasure at Ahn’s words pulsing through his body. “Fuck.”

“Mmm. You clenched baby.” Ahn’s finger curls a bit and Sieun has to press his palm against his mouth again. “You like when I’m possessive?”

Sieun trembles but doesn’t bother with a response. If he opens his mouth, he’s going to moan. 

“You’re so pretty for me,” Ahn murmurs as he begins to thrust his finger properly. It’s slow, still slightly burns from the lack of proper lube. But Sieun doesn’t care. Lost in the heat and in Ahn. Lost to the fact that everything feels really fucking good with Ahn. 

Ahn inserts a second and the pillow returns to Sieun’s face to muffle his cries. The discomfort fully fading as he inserts a third and finds Sieun’s prostate.

Sieun’s cock is fully hard now. Bouncing against his abs with every thrust of Ahn’s fingers. Soft noises spilling out, muffled by cotton and fabric. Ahn is a relenting force, his fingers prodding Sieun’s prostate with every thrust. Massaging it and cooing when Sieun is a little too loud and he can hear him through the pillow. 

Whispering dirty things as he kisses along Sieun’s body. His chest, which isn’t as big as Ahn’s but much bigger than it used to be. His biceps that bulge every time he claws at the sheets. His abs that have been fully defined for months now.

Sieun may not be as big as Ahn, but he is not small. 

Which is why when Ahn manhandles him. Folds his body and legs up like it’s nothing. Only grunting slightly because Sieun is practically dead weight from how bad his legs are shaking, it makes him dizzy. Makes his cock weep more precum and a whine fall from his lips. 

When Ahn bends him in half after removing his fingers, cock head brushing against Sieun’s entrance, he’s so hard it hurts and panting. The pillow on his face being pulled off, a hand on his chin so he has no choice but to look at Ahn. 

“I want to see you cry on my cock. Don’t look away from me baby,”

Ahn whispers. 

Sieun nods slowly, spreading his legs as Ahn spits on his hole, and presses in. 

The second Ahn breeches him, his mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. Ahn wastes no time and slides his thumb right into Sieun’s waiting mouth. Ahn eases in, his own mouth falling open as he presses in. 

Sieun stares, panting and kitten licking at the thumb in his mouth. Eyes wide as he watches Ahn ease in. 

And then, almost fully in, he stops. 

Sieun can see his eyes flare in the dark. Both of their bodies are trembling but Ahn is practically shaking. Sieun can make out his eyes but not much. 

Ahn sniffles. 

“Wha- yah! Ahn are you-“

Ahn sniffles again and his head drops down. The shaking hasn’t stopped and he hasn’t moved an inch. 

Sieun frowns. “Ahn!”

Ahn whines against Sieun’s neck. 

“Ahn- are you crying?” Sieun tries to keep his voice down but it’s truly unbelievable that Ahn would be crying at anything happening right now. 

“Sieun-ah,” his voice is soft and ragged against Sieun’s skin. “You feel too good.”

Sieun’s eyes widen, the words sending a shiver up his spine and making him clench around Ahn’s cock. 

Ahn cries out softly and cums. 

Sieun’s face scrunches in confusion, at first not trusting what he’s hearing and feeling. But Ahn trembles above him, whimpering and moaning over and over. And Sieun can feel his cock kicking, feeling undeniable warmth flooding his hole.  

And when Ahn collapses on top of Sieun, whining and whispering, “Oh my god. Oh my god. Baby. Sieun-ah. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Sieun knows that Ahn came before he even fucked him properly. 

He’s not even really mad. He’s more like… in disbelief. “Ahn.”

Ahn whimpers and buries his face further into the pillow. 

“Did you just cum?” He’s careful to keep his voice low but he really wants to laugh  

“I-I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He’s whimpering over and over into the pillow. His soft cock is still inside Sieun. He’s sniffling. His voice is rough. He’s genuinely crying. 

Sieun looks up at the bunk above them, brow furrowed as he tries to think through his next course of action. His cock is still hard against his stomach. Softer than it was a few minutes ago sure, but still hard. 

And he wants to cum. 

Badly. 

“Ahn. You said you would fuck me until I cried.”

A whine. 

“As far as I can tell, you’re the only one whose came and the only one crying.”

“Sieun-ah,” Ahn hiccups softly. “I c-can’t cum again. I’ll make it up to you in the m-morning.”

Sieun frowns. Absolutely not. 

“So you’re selfish?”

Ahn whimpers like a kicked dog. Sieun can hear him shaking his head against the pillow. “N-no. No baby. Please I’m sorry-“

“You use me to cum and then you don’t even bother making me cum?”

“Sieun-ah please-.”

“No. That’s not fair.”

Sieun moves. Rolling them over. Rolling Ahn onto his back and straddling his waist. His cock almost slips out but Sieun manages to keep it in. Knowing if it slips out, he won’t be able to use it until Suho’s hard again. 

“Sieun?”

Ahn’s hands grab his thighs, eyes meeting in the dark. 

Sieun licks his lips. “Since you won’t give me what I want, I’ll have to take it.”

He can see Ahn’s eyes widen in the darkness. “W-wait. Wait. Sieun-ah-“

Sieun does not wait. 

He lifts himself up, bracing on Ahn’s chest with one hand before dropping down. He’s careful to maneuver himself in a way that doesn’t make the bed creak. 

Ahn’s cock is still pretty soft inside him, so Sieun doesn’t get much satisfaction the first few rolls of his hips. Panting heavy as Ahn squirms beneath him and whimpers for mercy. 

“What happened to making me cry Sergeant?” Sieun whispers. “Too sensitive?”

Ahn has to hide his face in the pillow to contain his noises. 

It’s only a few minutes before he feels Ahn slowly hardening inside him. Sieun needing to muffle his own noises in his hand as Ahn cries pathetically beneath him. 

Sieun picks up the pace. Removing his hand from Ahn’s chest and grabbing the bars of the bunk bed above them to brace himself. It’s hard riding someone without making the bed rock, but he does the best he can.  

Swiveling his hips and driving himself down again and again. Moaning into his palm. Ahn falling apart beneath him. His sobs growing louder and louder the harder he gets. 

“Come on Sergeant, where did all that bravado go hm? Gonna fuck me until I cry? Whose crying Sergeant?”

Ahn’s trembling beneath Sieun, only crying harder with Sieun’s words. Sieun would almost feel bad if Ahn’s cries didn’t make his cock kick. If each sniffle and plea for mercy didn’t drive Sieun closer and closer to his orgasm. 

Trying to keep quiet is proving to be the hardest task in Sieun’s military career. 

Even more so for Ahn it seems. 

“S-Sieun. Sieun. Sieun.”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“I can’t. I can’t. Fuck. Please. I can’t-“

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck baby. Baby. Baby. I-“

Sieun can hear him through the pillow. 

Sieun reaches for Ahn’s hand. The knot in his belly growing tighter. But he needs more. 

And he wants to torture his Sergeant a bit. 

Ahn whimpers in confusion as Sieun grabs his hand.  “Shhh Ahn. You’re gonna get us caught.”

Sieun guides the hand to his cock, Ahn not needing much more guidance before his hand is wrapping around Sieun and pumping him. Sieun tosses his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to muffle his moans. Sharp jolts of pleasure racing up his spine. Making his back arch and soft gasps sneaking out of him. 

“S-Suho.” 

Sieun frowns even as he bites back a moan, refocusing his gaze on Ahn. “What?”

Ahn has pulled the pillow from his face. Tears shining even in the dark. 

“C-call me Suho.”

His hand never falters on Sieun’s cock. Pumping unsteadily along with Sieun’s movements. 

“Why now?”

“Please.”

Sieun hums and drops himself down harder on Ahn’s cock. Loving the way Ahn has to slap a hand over his mouth as he means. Even as Sieun bites his lip to muffle his own moan. 

“Fill me up and I will.”

Ahn sobs underneath him, shaking his head and twisting his body. “I-I can’t cum again. I t-told you-“

“I’m riding you until you cum Sergeant.”

Ahn sobs again, tears glinting in the darkness 

Sieun bends his body down to press a quick kiss to Ahn mouth. “You’re such a cry baby Sergeant, you’re gonna get us caught.”

Ahn moans softly and chases after Sieun’s lips. Sieun allowing himself to be caught and kissing Ahn a little deeper before pulling back to whisper. “Unless you want to get us caught hm? Want everyone to see me riding you and you crying like baby over it?”

This sends another shaky moan out of his mouth and Sieun giggles softly. “Relax Sergeant, I’m all yours.”

And to seemingly both of their surprises, Ahn thrusts up. 

His cock brushes against Sieun’s prostate and Sieun collapses against his body. He presses his head into Ahn’s neck while Ahn somehow finds the strength to fuck into him relentlessly. Both of them whimpering and moaning. Starting words only to devolve into moans. 

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck Ahn-“

“S-Suho. Call me Suho.”

Sieun rocks his hips down to meet Ahn’s thrusts. Whimpering as Ahn strokes him through it. So very close to that edge. His toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut as his orgasm shoots closer. 

“S-Suho.”

His words gave immediate effect. 

Ahn bucks once more and punches out a sharp gasp. His cock kicks over and over inside Sieun and warmth floods his hole once more. Sniffles and whines spilling out as he fucks Sieun through his orgasm. 

Sieun still hasn’t cum. 

So, he doesn’t stop. He rides Ahn until Ahn is blabbering and sobbing. Trying to form words to beg for a break but he can’t. Resorting at weak pushes and cries of mercy. 

“Make me cum Sergeant and I stop,” Sieun purrs. 

Something must snap inside Ahn again because warmth floods Sieun’s hole for the third time that night. 

But it’s not cum. 

It’s too hot.Too watery. Too soon after his last orgasm. 

Ahn makes a humiliated sound followed by “Oh fuck.”

Sieun frowns and looks between their bodies. Liquid dripping down his thighs as Ahn trembles beneath him. 

Ahn pissed. 

He pissed inside Sieun.

Sieun doesn’t really get the chance to say anything because Ahn jerks on his cock. His thumb brushing into his sensitive head and the orgasm Sieun has been riding the edge of, finally hits him. 

Sieun collapses forward with a choked noise, teeth sinking into a pillow to muffle his moans as he pants Ahn’s hand and their stomachs white. 

Sieun slides off Ahn’s body, his soft cock sliding out of Sieun’s soaking wet and used hole as he rolls to the side of the bed. Both of them trembling, panting. The sheets beneath damp with sweat and other fluids Sieun doesn’t want to think about. 

The room around them is quiet. Snoring but nothing else really. If anyone heard or had any idea of what just happened between them, no one gave any indication. 

“Sergeant.”

A groan. 

“Ahn.”

Another groan. 

“Suho.”

Suho shoots up suddenly, eyes wide as he stares at Sieun. Sieun smiles, even if Suho can’t see it. 

“Go grab your towel.”

“Right now?”

“You pissed in my ass and expect me to wait?”

Suho’s boxers are on and he’s off the bed within record time. 

—

Enlistment doesn’t get easier. 

Slurs are still hurled. Fights are still picked. Sieun is still shoved into walls. Things accidentally dropped on him or spilled on him. 

Suho hurts them all though. 

Nothing escapes his notice. Every time someone so much as breathes wrong towards Sieun, Suho punishes them. 

And the times where Sieun gets tired of it himself and picks a fight, Suho looks the other way. Hides the fight from the higher ups. 

They crawl into each others beds at night. Talks about what their futures look like. Body heat exchanged. Moans and whispered promises exchanged in the dark. 

Suho has been enlisted for 4 years. He could’ve left a long time ago but found no reason to exist outside of the barbed fences of the military bases. Hasn’t really put much thought into who he is without being Sergeant Ahn. 

Many thought he would stay there forever. 

But when Sieun’s time is up, he doesn’t walk out with just Baku and Gotak. 

Suho is right there with them. Nervous and unsure but holding tight onto Sieun’s hand as they greet their families. 

Just Suho and Sieun. 

No longer Sergeant and Private.