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“I’m not going,” Changbin says immediately, not even looking up from where he’s pretending to scroll on his phone.
Felix leans over the back of the couch. “You don’t even know where we’re going yet.”
“I don’t need to,” Changbin mutters, “you’re both dressed like sluts. No way.”
Hyunjin scoffs from the doorway. “You haven’t left your apartment for anything that isn’t work or the gym in three weeks.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” Felix says cheerfully, “I checked.”
Changbin finally looks up, offended. “You checked? That’s called stalking.”
“It’s called you need to get laid.” Hyunjin cuts in, crossing his arms. “We’re not asking.”
“…No,” Changbin tries again, weaker this time. Twenty minutes later, he’s staring at the outfit they handed him like it’s a war crime. “How am I even going to squeeze into that?” They’ve handed him tight leather pants that are meant to fit like a second skin, and a cropped sleeveless shirt that shows off his arms but also his soft stomach.
“Figure it out!” Felix chirps. “Your ass will look good.”
The car ride is suspiciously quiet. Felix is usually all chatter, and Hyunjin at least is one to fill the silence with something. But now? Absolutely nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the occasional glance exchanged between them that Changbin absolutely notices.
“…Where are we going?” He asks flatly.
Felix grips the steering wheel a little tighter. “You’ll see.”
The car eventually slows and stops, Felix putting it in park. Changbin rolls down the window, trying to get a good look, and… oh. Oh.
“No,” he says instantly.
Felix turns to him, already bracing. “Binnie—”
“No,” Changbin repeats, sharper now, shaking his head as he looks back at the building. It looks nice, low lighting spilling warmly from the entrance, a subtle sign, people coming and going in sensual outfits. But he knows exactly what it is. “I’m not going in there.”
Hyunjin sighs, like this is the reaction he expected. “It’s not what you think.”
“This is exactly what I think,” Changbin shoots back. “Why would you bring me here?”
“Because you won’t go anywhere else,” Felix answers gently.
Changbin scoffs. “So your solution is to throw me into—into—“ He gestures wildly at the building. “That?”
“It’s a club,” Hyunjin sighs. “A controlled one. It’s safe. People go to explore, not… whatever you’re imagining.”
Felix’s voice is soft. “We’re not leaving you alone in there. We’re just… giving you a chance to try.”
Changbin presses his lips together. Absolutely not. He hates anything new. New means unknown, unknown means risk, and risk means misunderstanding. And he’s tired of those. “I don’t belong there.”
Hyunjin frowns right back at him. “You don’t belong in your apartment hiding from everything either.”
Changbin drags a hand down his face. “Fuck, fine,” he snaps. “But I’m staying with you the entire time.”
“Of course,” Felix hums, already opening his door. “Scout’s honor.”
The moment Changbin steps inside, he doesn’t know what to do. It’s not dark and chaotic, and it’s not loud in a way that’s going to grate on him. The lighting is low, yes, but it’s a warm gold instead of the harsh neon he was expecting. Music hums under everything instead of drowning it out. There so many people, but enough space that he won’t feel packed in anywhere.
He shifts slightly closer to Felix without thinking, and the younger brushes their pinkies together. “You okay, hyung?”
Changbin nods, the lie coming easy. “I’m fine.”
Hyunjin glances back at him, softer now than he was outside. “Hyung… look, we don’t actually have to stay if you don’t want to. The goal isn’t to make you uncomfortable, we were just trying to… get you out.”
Changbin hesitates even though he was just causing a ruckus in the car. Because under all the discomfort he’s currently feeling, is curiosity. “No, we can stay. Just for a bit.”
Felix smiles at him, small and proud, and gestures toward the bar. “Drink?”
Changbin nods nervously. “Yeah. But not alcohol.”
“Of course,” Felix soothes, already heading that way. Hyunjin follows, and Changbin gets left at the table they were hovering by by himself.
The drink helps, but not because it’s anything special or good. Just because it’s something to hold and occupy his hands with. Felix and Hyunjin have drifted a few feet away to a different table, not leaving him, just… giving him space. Close enough that he can see them, but far enough that if someone approaches they won’t be in the way. It’s intentional, and Changbin doesn’t know how he feels about it.
The music hums low and steady. Conversation and laughter stays at a quiet murmur, nothing too overwhelming. He’s starting to… settle. Not relax, not really. But he settles down. He lets his gaze wander. The way people interact here is fascinating to him. There’s a rhythm to it, a kind of silent language he doesn’t speak yet but might be able to learn if he watches close enough.
“Hey.” A voice cuts in cleanly, interrupting his thoughts. Changbin turns. The guy in front of him is put together, confident looking. His eyes don’t hesitate as they move over Changbin, taking in the broad shoulders. “You just get here?”
Changbin nods carefully. “Yeah.”
“Figures,” he says, mouth curving slightly. “I would have noticed you earlier.” He steps a little closer, clearly interested. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“I haven’t been here before,” Changbin replies.
“Thought so.” The guy’s gaze sharpens. “You come alone?”
Changbin glances briefly toward Hyunjin and Felix, still within reach. “Came with friends.”
“Ah. You staying with them, or…?”
“I’m just… looking around.”
The guy hums. “Yeah. Same.” His eyes flick down to Changbin’s hands, and then his figure. “You look strong.”
“Do I,” Changbin says flatly.
The guy shifts slightly closer, lowering his voice just a touch. “You looking for someone tonight?”
Changbin’s grip tightens around his glass. The answer to that question should be yes. Hell, it’s what Hyunjin and Felix dragged him out here for. The problem is… this guy is clearly looking for something that Changbin won’t be able to give. He took one look at his figure, labeling him strong. This guy is clearly looking for someone to throw him around, take charge, even. Such an easy assumption to make when you look at Changbin, that that’s what he’s into, that that’s what he wants to do to a partner. The expectation is already sitting there between them, heavy and waiting. The version of him this guy sees already has an answer.
So Changbin gives it to him. “…Maybe.”
The guy smiles, satisfied. “Yeah, you’ve got the look for it. Strong, stable. Safe.”
Changbin swallows. “Right.”
The guy studies him for another second, like he’s waiting for something. But Changbin doesn’t do whatever he’s waiting for, because he doesn’t know how. Because this isn’t - this isn’t what he wants. But it’s what he’s being handed. Again.
“You want to—” the guy starts, tilting his head slightly toward the private rooms. “Talk somewhere less crowded?”
This is the moment Changbin either steps into the role or backs out entirely. He’s done both before, and neither ever feel good. He looks at this stranger, and there’s nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t seem unsafe, he’s not being pushy, he doesn’t seem disrespectful. Just… certain of what Changbin is. Certain of something that isn’t true.
Changbin exhales. “Sorry. I’m gonna pass.”
The guy blinks, surprised but not offended. “Oh. Yeah, okay. No worries.”
Changbin nods, and that’s it. The guy gives him one last look, and then he’s gone, pulled into another conversation with another possibility. Another person who will probably fit better.
Changbin stays where he is, feeling slightly… hollow. He was supposed to feel something, right? Some sort of interest or curiosity. Instead, there’s just that same quiet disconnect he’s been carrying for weeks. Hell, months. Maybe longer. There’s a space between what people see and what he actually is, and he doesn’t know how to bridge it.
“Binnie-hyung?” Felix’s voice is soft when it reaches him, and Changbin looks up. The younger is closer now, Hyunjin just behind him, both of them watching carefully. “You okay?”
Changbin nods. “Yeah.” But it comes out quiet, not certain at all.
Changbin doesn’t seem inclined to give them any information, so the two eventually drift away again, pulled into a conversation with someone they seem to recognize. They keep glancing back at him, not leaving him behind, but giving him enough space to decompress. Changbin stares down at his drink, turning the glass slightly in his hands, watching the way the light bends through it. He focuses on that instead of the echo still sitting in his chest. You’ve got the look for it. If only he knew.
“Hey.”
Changbin looks up, and something in him stutters. The guy in front of him is younger, eyes bright. He straightens slightly without meaning to. “…Hi.”
The guy tilts his head, studying him for a second. “You look uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.” Changbin answers automatically.
The guy hums, unconvinced. “Mm.” He steps a little closer, just enough to be heard without having to raise his voice. “I don’t think you are.”
Changbin’s grip tightens around his glass again. “I just got here.”
“Yeah,” the guy nods. “I can tell.”
Changbin’s chest tightens. “That obvious?”
“A little,” the guy says easily. Then, after a beat, softer, “you’re just holding yourself super tense.”
Changbin shifts slightly, shoulders tensing and then trying to relax, aware of every inch of himself.
The guy doesn’t mention it. “I’m Jeongin.”
Changbin hesitates for a moment before answering. “Changbin.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Changbin has to look away, the way Jeongin is looking at him making him feel antsy. “So, um… Do you come here a lot?”
Jeongin smiles. “Sometimes. You get approached a lot, don’t you?”
Changbin lets out a quiet breath, confused. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Let me guess: people assume certain… things, about you, and they’re usually wrong.”
Changbin blinks, baffled. “Um. Yeah? I mean—”
Jeongin nods. “Thought so.”
Changbin is lost. “Huh?”
“I mean, you’re definitely big,” Jeongin says, slightly amused. “It’s hot, don’t get me wrong. But you don’t necessarily carry yourself like someone who wants control, even though you could so easily take it.”
Air leaves Changbin in a quiet, stunned exhale. No one’s ever clocked him that easily, what the hell? What is he even supposed to say to that? He doesn’t know, so he just stays quiet instead. That seems to be answer enough.
Jeongin shifts slightly closer. “You can relax, Princess.”
Changbin’s brain doesn’t know what to do with that. “What?” Heat claims his ears, undeniable. “Why would you—”
“Because it suits you,” Jeongin says simply.
Changbin laughs, nervous. “It doesn’t.”
Jeongin hums again. “Doesn’t it?” Changbin opens his mouth, then immediately closes it. Because something about the way Jeongin says it makes arguing feel… pointless. “I just think you’re not used to hearing it.”
“…Yeah,” Changbin admits, barely above a whisper.
Jeongin’s expression softens, warm. “Then we can fix that.”
Changbin’s heart stutters, and he looks away again, breath uneven. This is different, and he doesn’t know what to do with the way it’s unraveling something.
Jeongin nudges his shoulder lightly with his own, the first physical contact exchanged. “Breathe.”
Changbin does, and something loosens. He risks another glance at the younger boy. “You just walk up to people and call them that?”
Jeongin laughs. “Not usually, no. Guess it’s just a you thing.”
Changbin doesn’t remember agreeing to move. One second he’s at the table, and the next they’re somewhere quieter. Not empty of people, just softer. The music is still there, just distant now. The lighting dips even lower here, warmer still. A corner, tucked just enough out of the way that it feels private and safe.
Jeongin leans back against the wall beside him, not too close but not too far. He leaves space between them, just enough so Changbin doesn’t feel crowded. It’s careful, but everything about Jeongin so far feels careful.
Changbin stares at the floor for a second, then the wall, then finally lets his gaze settle on Jeongin’s chin, like he’s afraid if he looks directly at him again, something in him might give.
“…You were right,” Changbin admits, when the casual silence starts to feel too loud. “About earlier. People assuming things.”
Jeongin nods. “They usually do. Can I ask you something?”
“…Depends,” Changbin answers carefully.
Jeongin smiles at that. “You can say no. Just… what do you like?”
Changbin’s brow furrows. “What?”
“What do you like?” Jeongin repeats. “Here, or in general. Doesn’t matter.”
Changbin’s mind goes blank. That shouldn’t be a hard question. It’s simple, and probably very basic in this setting. But… “I don’t know.”
Jeongin shifts slightly, still keeping that same careful distance. “What about this, then: what feels safe?”
The words echo in Changbin’s head. He searches for an answer to grab onto, a memory, a feeling, a preference. Anything. But there’s nothing clear, because no one’s ever asked. “…I don’t know.” But he should know, shouldn’t he?
Jeongin watches him carefully, but there’s no judgment in his eyes. “You’ve never thought about it?”
Changbin shakes his head, slow. “Not like that. Is that weird?”
Jeongin’s expression softens. “No. It just means no one’s asked you the right questions before.”
Changbin looks away again, staring at the floor, still anywhere but Jeongin’s face. “What am I supposed to say?”
“You’re not supposed to say anything,” Jeongin replies patiently. “You just… figure it out at your own pace.”
Changbin huffs. “Yeah, that sounds easy.”
Jeongin smiles a little. “It’s not.”
Changbin sighs, leaning back against the wall and letting his shoulders relax without realizing it. “I don’t think I’m very good at this.”
Jeongin’s gaze is warm and steady. “You’re doing fine.”
Changbin scoffs. “I just said ‘I don’t know’ twice.”
“And you meant it. That’s better than pretending you know the answer and telling me the wrong thing.” Jeongin searches his face seriously. “Can I show you something?”
Changbin’s stomach flips. “Show me what?”
“What I like,” Jeongin answers simply. “So you don’t have to guess. We can build off of what I want. If something sucks, just tell me.”
“Like—” Changbin hesitates, voice catching just a little. “In one of the rooms?”
Jeongin nods. “Only if you want to.”
“Okay,” Changbin whispers, and then blinks like he’s surprised at himself.
Jeongin smiles. “Okay.”
*
The hallway is quieter than the rest of the club. The further they step away from the main room, the more the noise fades into something distant and abstract. The light softens even more, shadows stretching along the floor. Changbin’s footsteps feel loud, and so does his heartbeat. He’s too aware of everything. The distance between them, the fact that Jeongin hasn’t touched him yet, hasn’t tried to, even now.
They stop in front of a door, and Jeongin turns to him again. “Before we go in. You can change your mind. Do you want to?”
Changbin shakes his head. “No. We can go in.”
Jeongin nods, and then opens the door. The room is simple, which surprises Changbin. There’s nothing overwhelming or intimidating about it, just soft light and a clean space. Changbin steps inside slowly, taking it in and trying to steady the way his thoughts are trying to scatter. The door clicks shut behind them, and Changbin’s breath catches. He doesn’t move further in, because he doesn’t know where to stand. He doesn’t know what to do, what’s expected.
Jeongin is still by the door, and his voice is soft. “Come here.” Changbin hesitates, and then takes a few slow steps forward. Jeongin nods. “Good.”
Changbin’s chest tightens at the word. Good. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Jeongin’s expression stays soft. “I know. You don’t have to know. Just… pay attention to how you feel. You know the stoplight system, I assume?”
Changbin nods shakily. “Yeah. Yeah, I know it.”
“Good. Then just tell me to stop at any point. Or just… hit me or something. I could be into that. Otherwise, sex is sex. Your job is to listen and feel.”
Changbin huffs shakily, an attempt at a laugh. “Okay.”
“Kneel for me.” Jeongin’s voice is still gentle, but Changbin’s knees hit the floor without thinking, and Jeongin circles him, fingers trailing over his shoulders, and then gripping his hair gently. “Good boy, see? You’re a natural.”
He tugs Changbin’s shirt off, exposing his chest, nipples hardening in the cool air. Jeongin brushes one with his thumb, tweaking gently until Changbin gasps. “Please…” It comes out unbidden.
Jeongin smiles softly, unzipping his pants to reveal his hardening cock. “Mouth open, Princess.”
Changbin licks his lips, anticipation mixing with a hint of nervousness. He knows his mouth is small, almost delicate, and fitting something big is usually a challenge. He leans in slowly, wrapping one hand around the base. He parts his lips, stretching them wide as he presses the tip against his tongue. As he tries to take more, his small mouth resists - the head alone fills him almost to the limit, his jaw aching faintly from the effort. He hums softly, the vibration making Jeongin’s hips twitch, and pushes forward inch by inch.
It’s very tight. He hollows his cheeks as best he can, bobbing his head with shallow movements. He can’t take it all, but he works what he can, tongue pressing flat against the underside. Spit builds up quickly as he pulls back, only to slide forward again, trying to relax his jaw a little more.
Jeongin’s breath comes in short pants, hand still gripping Changbin’s hair. “So good,” he whispers, eyes half-lidded as he watches Changbin’s determined efforts. Changbin glances up, meeting that gaze, and it spurs him on. He hollows his cheeks tighter, sucking with more pressure, his hand stroking the parts he can’t reach with firm twisting motions.
“Oh god,” Jeongin gasps, body coiling tight. Changbin strokes faster, mouth working the upper half with insistent thrusts, urging him on. Jeongin’s back arches, a low moan tearing from his throat as he cums, flooding Changbin’s mouth.
Changbin swallows what he can, the rest spilling past his lips and onto his chin, messy. He keeps sucking gently through the aftershocks, milking every drop until Jeongin forcibly pulls him off with a wet pop.
Jeongin quickly hauls him to his feet and bends him over the soft bed in the middle of the room. “Pants off, pretty.” Fingers hook into his waistband, yanking them down to expose Changbin’s round ass. Jeongin palms it, spreading his cheeks to reveal his tight hole. “So pretty. Been waiting for someone to claim this, huh? Such a shame.”
A finger circles the rim, then presses in, slick with lube from a nearby bottle. Changbin moans, pushing back. Another finger joins, scissoring, stretching him open. Jeongin’s free hand strokes Changbin’s leaking cock, thumbing the head.
“Fuck—please, I need it—” Changbin whines, voice breaking.
Jeongin lines up, the head nudging his entrance before sinking in slowly, inch by inch. Changbin gasps at the fullness, clenching around him. Jeongin bottoms out, then sets a rhythm - hard thrusts that make the bed creak.
“God, you’re made for this.” Jeongin pounds deeper, one hand on Changbin’s hip, the other reaching around to jerk him off again in time with his thrusts. Changbin’s moans fill the room, body rocking. The pressure builds, coiling tight. “Cum for me,” Jeongin orders, and Changbin shatters, spilling over Jeongin’s hand with a sob.
Jeongin follows, burying deep and filling him up. He pulls out slowly, watching it drip down Changbin’s thighs. “Perfect,” he murmurs, pulling him into a tender kiss. “Just rest for a moment.”
Changbin nods, boneless and sated, the club’s thrum fading as he melts in Jeongin’s arms. For once, he didn’t have to pretend.
*
The room has settled into quiet. Changbin’s breathing is slow. Not perfectly even, but not rushed anymore, either. Jeongin moves in front of him, unhurried, like there’s nowhere else he needs to be. He crouches slightly, bringing himself into Changbin’s line of sight instead of towering over him.
“Hey,” he says softly.
Changbin blinks, like he’s coming back into himself piece by piece. “…Hey.”
Jeongin reaches off to the side, grabbing a bottle of water, and twists the cap open before offering it to him. “Drink.”
Changbin slowly pushes himself upright, and takes the bottle, taking a sip. And then a lot more. He didn’t realize he was thirsty.
“Good,” Jeongin whispers when Changbin lowers the bottle.
Changbin exhales, a small, shaky breath leaving him as he leans back into the pillows slightly. “I feel weird.”
Jeongin hums. “Yeah. Good weird?”
“Yeah,” Changbin breathes after a moment. “Good weird.”
Jeongin’s shoulders relax just a fraction, like that answer matters more than anything else. “Okay, good.”
Changbin flexes his fingers slowly. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
Jeongin nods, staring to pet through Changbin’s hair. “A lot of people don’t.”
Changbin glances up at him with big eyes. “Is that what it’s supposed to be like?”
Jeongin tilts his head, considering. “Not ‘supposed to.’ But it’s one way it can feel.”
Changbin nods slowly. That makes sense. It doesn’t box it in, doesn’t make it something he has to replicate or perform. Just… something he experienced, and something he can choose again. Or not.
“Anything off?” Jeongin asks, “too much? Too little?”
Changbin takes stock of himself. He feels fine. A little floaty, maybe, but not wrong. “No. I’m okay.” Jeongin scratches at his scalp, and Changbin tilts his head into it, eyes drifting shut for a second before opening again. “I think I get it now.”
Jeongin’s voice is just as soft. “Yeah?”
Changbin hums. “A little. Thank you.”
Jeongin shrugs slightly, but his eyes are fond. “You’re welcome, Princess.” He taps Changbin’s bottom lip lightly with his thumb. “You have such a tiny little mouth, you know that? So cute. How do you even fit anything in there, my one bite is like your tenth.”
Changbin snorts and swats him away. “Shut up.”
He feels lighter than he ever has.
*
The hallway feels different on the way back. Quieter, somehow. He walks beside Jeongin, focusing on his steps and the low hum of music getting louder again as they move closer to the main room. His breathing feels fine, but his thoughts? Not so great. What just happened? Why did it feel like that? Why did I— He drags a hand through his hair. He’s hyper-aware of everything again. His skin, his posture, the way his shirt is sitting, the heat still lingering under it all like he hasn’t fully settled. His stomach flips. God, he probably looks—
“Hey.” Jeongin’s voice pulls him back before he can spiral too far. “You’re thinking too much. You don’t have to solve it all right now, you know.”
Changbin presses his lips together, because that’s exactly what he’s trying to do. He just wants it to be something he can hold without it slipping through his fingers. “I don’t even know what it is.”
Jeongin nods. “I know that.” They reach the edge of the main room again, and Changbin hesitates at the threshold. Jeongin pauses with him. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight, Princess.”
Changbin exhales slowly, trying to chill. “Yeah. Okay.”
*
Finding Hyunjin and Felix is easy. They’re exactly where he left them, like they knew he’d venture back eventually. They’re giggling about something, until they see him. And then both of them just… stare.
Changbin immediately regrets everything. “What?”
“Oh my god.” Felix clamps a hand over his mouth like he’s trying not to squeal.
Hyunjin continues to just stare. “Changbin-hyung.”
“What?” He repeats, sharper this time.
“Your hair—” Felix giggles, gesturing vaguely.
Changbin instinctively reaches up, and… yeah. Well, damn.
Hyunjin’s eyes keep scanning him. “You’re flushed.”
“I am not.”
“You are,” Felix gasps, absolutely vibrating now. “Oh my god, you are.” Changbin groans, dragging both hands through his hair this time like that’ll fix anything. It just makes it worse. “Stop—stop doing that—” Felix laughs, grabbing Changbin’s wrist. “You’re making it worse.”
“I hate both of you,” Changbin grumbles.
“Did you have fun?” Hyunjin asks bluntly.
Changbin’s brain stops. “I—no—stop—”
Felix grabs his arm and shakes it. “You did.”
What is Changbin supposed to say? That it was confusing? That it made him feel soft? That it felt like something finally unlocked? That he’s still trying to figure out what the hell just happened inside his own head?
“I want to go home,” he says instead. It comes out quieter than he means to.
Both of them pause, and Felix’s grip softens immediately. “Yeah, okay.”
Hyunjin’s expression is gentle. “We can go.”
Changbin exhales, something in his chest easing, and he risks one more glance back. Jeongin is still near the hallway, watching. Their eyes meet, and he gives him a warm smile, like nothing about tonight was a mistake to him. Changbin’s breath catches, and then Felix tugs on his arm again.
“Come on, troublemaker,” he teases, still grinning.
“I’m not,” Changbin protests, ears getting red again.
Hyunjin smirks. “You look like you are.”
Changbin groans. “Please stop talking.”
Felix laughs, bright as he pulls him toward the exit. Changbin lets himself be dragged, head full and heart loud.
*
The next time he decides to go to the club, there’s no Hyunjin or Felix dragging him. He doesn’t try to overthink it, he just dresses in something simple, something comfortable. The building looks the same, of course. Same warm glow, same line of people moving in and out. He scans the room instinctively when he enters, already just looking for him.
His stomach twists nervously. What if Jeongin isn’t here? What if last time was just a one-off? He weaves through the room, trying not to look too obvious, even though he probably is. He doesn’t stop when someone glances at him, doesn’t linger when someone looks a little too interested. He doesn’t want anyone else.
He checks around the bar first, but doesn’t find Jeongin there. It’s a big place, so he keeps moving. Past the main floor, toward the edges, toward the quieter spaces. There’s a voice in his head that says maybe this was stupid. Maybe he read too much into it. Maybe -
“Hey.”
Changbin turns, and everything else drops. Jeongin stands a few feet away, looking as calm and careful as last time. Something in Changbin’s chest loosens so fast it almost hurts.
“Hey,” Changbin breathes, softer than he means to.
Jeongin’s lips curve. “You came back. Did you figure everything out?”
Changbin lets out a breathless huff. “No.”
Jeongin nods in acknowledgment. “Good.”
God, that word again. It makes Changbin’s chest feel warm. He doesn’t know what to say. How do you explain something that barely makes sense inside your own head? “I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he finally admits. “About how it felt. About what you said.”
Jeongin watches him carefully. “And what did you figure out?”
“I think—” Changbin hesitates, then forces himself to keep going. “I think I’ve been doing it wrong. I keep letting people decide what I am, and then I just… go with it. But that’s not—that’s not what I want.”
Jeongin’s gaze sharpens. “What do you want?”
Changbin sighs shakily. “I want to feel like I did with you.”
Jeongin’s expression softens. “Safe?”
Changbin nods. “Yeah. And… not in control.”
Jeongin tilts his head. “What do you want to do tonight?”
Changbin doesn’t hesitate this time. “Whatever you wanna do.”
They end up back in one of the private rooms, because of course they do. Jeongin gently pushes Changbin against the wall, hands roaming down to squeeze his ass through his jeans. “Strip for me, show me how pretty you are.” Trembling with anticipation, Changbin peels off his shirt, and then shimmies out of the pants, kicking them aside. Jeongin circles him, gaze devouring every inch. “On your knees.” Changbin drops, knees hitting the plush carpet, looking up with wide pleading eyes. Jeongin unzips slowly. “Open up, Binnie. Just like last time.”
Changbin’s fingers wrap around the base of Jeongin’s cock without question, and he parts his lips wide, stretching his jaw as he takes the head into his mouth. He sucks gently, drawing a sharp hiss from Jeongin.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jeongin breathes, fingers threading into his hair.
Changbin bobs his head, taking more inch by inch, his small mouth straining, and Jeongin’s hips twitch, grip tightening. He watches, mesmerized, as Changbin’s lips slide up and down, the wet sounds filling the room. Changbin’s eyes flick up, meeting Jeongin’s, and he relaxes his throat, trying to take him deeper.
Lost in the sight, Jeongin’s control slips. His hand presses firmer on Changbin’s head, hips bucking up sharply. He thrusts into the warmth, fucking forward hard once, then again, driving himself deep into Changbin’s throat. The sudden force makes Changbin’s eyes water instantly, tears spilling over as he gags around the intrusion - throat convulsing, spit spilling at the corners of his mouth. A choked whimper escapes as he clutches Jeongin’s thighs for balance.
Jeongin snaps out of it in a heartbeat, slipping his cock out with a wet pop. A string of spit connects them still, Changbin coughing lightly and trying to wipe his mouth.
“Shit—Princess, I’m so sorry,” Jeongin blurts, voice a little panicked. He cups Changbin’s face gently, thumbs brushing away the tears. “I got carried away. Did that hurt?” He coos softly.
Changbin blinks up at him, chest heaving, but a small smile tugs at his swollen lips. He shakes his head, leaning into the touches. “I’m fine. It was kinda hot.” His eyes drop back to Jeongin’s cock, and he licks his lips. “Do it again?” His fingers wrap loosely around him again, giving it a slow pump.
Jeongin’s hand returns to his hair, guiding him back. “Alright, but only because you asked so nicely. That tiny mouth of yours, God.”
Changbin dives in eagerly, mouth enveloping the head once more. Jeongin’s hips shift, testing, then thrusts shallowly, easing into the rhythm. The build is quicker this time, Jeongin’s control fraying as Changbin’s throat relaxes around him. He pushes forward harder, bumping the back and forcing a gag from Changbin’s chest. Tears well up again, spilling down his cheeks as his body convulses, throat tightening in spasms that only heightened the sensation for Jeongin.
With a final deep thrust, Jeongin cums hard, spilling down Changbin’s throat. Changbin swallows what he can, gagging through it, the rest leaking from the corners of his mouth. Jeongin yanks him off, Changbin panting and lips swollen.
Jeongin pulls him up, spinning him to face the bed. “Bend over.”
Changbin complies, arching his back once he’s down. Jeongin kneels behind him, spreading him open. A warm breath ghosts over him, and then Jeongin’s tongue pushes inside with wet thrusts. Changbin keens, pushing back into it, his cock dripping onto the bed.
“Jeongin… please. More?” Changbin mewls, voice rough from his throat being abused.
So polite. Fingers replace the tongue, two slick with spit sliding in deep, curling into the spot that makes him see stars. Jeongin pumps them relentlessly, all while pressing soft kisses to the small of his back in opposition.
Finally, Jeongin stands, lining himself up. He thrusts in with one smooth motion, bottoming out. The pace builds fast: sharp snaps of hips that jolt Changbin forward, his moans echoing off the walls. One hand snakes around to fist Changbin’s cock, stroking rough and fast, and Changbin’s legs tremble.
“Jeongin, I’m gonna—”
“Go ahead, pretty. Milk me.”
The order tips him over, and Changbin cries out, body convulsing. Jeongin doesn’t stop, chasing his own release with hard thrusts before burying deep, filling him up. He rides it out, grinding in, until they both slump, sweaty and spent.
Jeongin eases out slowly, and Changbin whimpers at the emptiness, muscles lax and heavy. Jeongin wraps strong arms around Changbin’s waist, pulling him upright to lean against him, chest to chest. Changbin curls into him instinctively, head tucking under Jeongin’s chin, face pressed into his neck. Jeongin reaches for a soft blanket on a nearby shelf, draping it over them both. His hand strokes Changbin’s while the other cups his ass gently, thumbing the tender skin without probing.
“How’s my good boy feeling? Talk to me.” His voice is soft now, all command stripped away and replaced with concern.
Changbin nuzzles closer, humming contently. “Mm… good. Warm.”
Jeongin nods, pressing a kiss to his temple before shifting to grab a water bottle from the side table. He uncaps it, holding it to Changbin’s lips. “Here, small sips.”
Changbin obeys, tilting his head back to accept the cool water. A few drops escape, trailing over his chin, and Jeongin wipes it away with his thumb.
“Messy baby.” His light tease draws a shy giggle from Changbin, easing the rest of the tension he might have been holding. With hydration handled, Jeongin turns his attention lower. He lifts the blanket, exposing Changbin’s legs, and fetches a warm, damp cloth from another drawer - another club amenity. “Spread a little for me, angel. Let me clean you up.”
Changbin parts his thighs hesitantly, ears flushing anew as Jeongin wipes away the evidence. The cloth is gentle, soothing strokes that make Changbin sigh in relief.
“Feel better?” Jeongin asks. His fingers start kneading Changbin’s thighs, working out knots, then up his lower back, coaxing him to arch slightly. Changbin melts further, boneless under the care, eyelids drooping. Jeongin hums approvingly, wrapping the blanket tighter before pulling Changbin into a tighter embrace. “You were perfect.” He peppers soft kisses along Changbin’s brows, nose, cheeks - light and reassuring.
“Thank you,” Changbin mumbles, voice thick. The high from the scene lingers, but Jeongin’s presence keeps him from crashing, wrapping him in a cocoon of affection.
*
It doesn’t happen all at once. There’s no moment where Changbin wakes up and thinks, this is a relationship now. They don’t label it, and they don’t have any sort of conversation where they define it. But it settles that way anyway.
He keeps going back to the club, and it starts to feel like routine. The trust builds, and somewhere along the way, it becomes something else. It starts leaking outside of the club. Number exchanged, messages.
Jeongin: You get home safe?
Changbin: Yeah
Jeongin: Good. Proud of you tonight.
They don’t call it dating, they don’t call it anything. But… Changbin doesn’t start going on dates again. Whatever they’re doing feels more real than anything else he’s tried.
He doesn’t tell Hyunjin or Felix. At first, it’s because he doesn’t know how. How do you explain something you don’t even have a label for? He has a what, a partner? A dom? He doesn’t know. So he doesn’t say anything. But they notice anyway.
“You’re different.”
Changbin doesn’t look up from where he’s sitting at the kitchen table, picking up at his food. “I’m not.”
Felix hums, leaning across the counter. “No, you are. You’re… calmer.”
Changbin frowns. “I’ve always been calm.”
Hyunjin snorts. “Just because you look calm doesn’t mean you actually are. We can tell the difference.”
Changbin squints at them. “How?”
Hyunjin studies him, chewing on his fork. “You’re not as tense.”
Felix pushes off the counter. “You’ve been going out more. Where?”
Changbin looks down at his plate. “Just out.”
Silence stretches. Felix glances at Hyunjin, and then back at Changbin. “You don’t have to tell us. But you are seeing someone, aren’t you?”
Changbin’s breath catches. “What? No—” He stops, because what is he supposed to say? No? That doesn’t feel right. Yes? Confusing. “It’s not like that.”
Hyunjin watches him for another moment, and then just shrugs. “You seem happy.”
Changbin’s chest warms. “Yeah. I think I am.”
Felix smiles gently. “Then that’s all that matters.”
Changbin relaxes, because he doesn’t need to explain it further. Even if they don’t know the details, they can see it. The way he’s softened around the edges and settled. And he plans to keep choosing that.