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Seungmin doesn’t know what he expected when he walked into Jeongin and Chan’s apartment, but it wasn’t this. Usually, someone is at the door, sometimes doting on him drunkenly or filling him in on the drama he missed while he was studying or in class or whatever extra credit shifts he’s been doing. The curse of being a med student, he supposes.
But when he walks in today, he’s met with an empty entryway. He can hear his seven friends clambering in the chaotic roar that travels with them, which should be worrying, but to him it’s a comfort.
Seungmin slips his shoes off, putting them inside the cabinet next to Jeongin’s too many shoes, mentally cataloging the new ones Jeongin got. Seungmin has every intention of ‘borrowing’ those and never returning them.
A silence takes over the guys—stealing Seungmin away from his cataloging. He tentatively walks into the room, watching Jisung sit down with the most joyous smile Seungmin’s ever seen from him, and a wave of yelling comes back over the rest of the guys.
Jeongin is the first person that draws Seungmin’s eye; he’s in the general middle of all the guys, and he has this mischievous look on his face that he only really uses for special occasions. Chan is the first person that Seungmin can actually understand in the chaos. “Seungminnie! You will not believe what just happened—” Chan starts, but gets cut off by Changbin.
“Let Jisung tell it,” Changbin says, calmly but obviously excited.
Seungmin doesn’t know what’s going on, but Jisung is smiling and melted into Minho’s arms more than he’s ever witnessed. Hyunjin has his hands to his face, shocked and a little sulky.
“Look at him. He’s stunned, probably can’t tell shit,” Felix exclaims, cutting into Seungmin’s ears.
Minho whistles, getting Seungmin’s attention immediately, as Seungmin moves to sit down. He doesn’t find a spot immediately, so he sits down on Jeongin’s lap. Jeongin doesn’t seem to mind letting him sit without obvious complaints as Minho starts filling Seungmin in. “Jisung here got a kiss from Jeongin.”
Oh.
Seungmin hates jealousy. More specifically, he hates how often jealousy consumes him. Jeongin isn’t his. He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t want his best friend like he does anyway.
They fight for Jeongin’s kisses all the time—but Seungmin always stays silent. Jeongin’s never actually kissed one of them before.
“On the cheek,” Jeongin clarifies, and Seungmin can tell he’s embarrassed. Jeongin tries to continue to clarify details, but Hyunjin starts roaring.
“It’s still a kiss! I want a kiss too, Innie.” Seungmin understands the chaos now. He also understands why Jeongin let him sit in his lap so easily, using his dear hyung as a bodyguard. As soon as Hyunjin lunges for them, Seungmin tries to stand up, but Jeongin snakes his arms around Seungmin’s waist, hiding behind him. “Move Seungmin!”
“I’m trying. He’s holding me down, help me, hyung,” Seungmin yells, hoping one of the three older members will help him get up. Changbin tries to come to his rescue, but Jeongin holds out strong, holding Seungmin down.
“Unhand the puppy, Innie!” Hyunjin continues, trying to pry Seungmin off of him.
“You all said this would stop when Seungmin hyung got here.” Jeongin lets go of Seungmin, letting him evade the area and sit on the vacant chair in the corner.
They all chill out, sensing that Jeongin is over the physical barrage—“Jeonginnie, just one,” Hyunjin pouts out. “Please.”—Well, Seungmin thought they were gonna stop. Instead, they ask him from afar, trying to bargain with him.
Hyunjin offers his love, which obviously gets denied. Felix offers free baked goods, which are denied because Seungmin shares his free baked goods with Jeongin anyway. Minho says he won’t murder Jeongin if he gets just one, Chan doesn’t offer anything but acts cute instead, and Changbin threatens Jeongin’s gym bro status. Obviously, none of these work.
Jisung and Seungmin sit back and watch the chaos. Watching the very professional business deals being thought of, formed, and proposed. “Have you ever participated in this?” Seungmin hears Jisung ask him.
“No,” he whispers back. “Never seen the point.” He shrugs, but Jisung doesn’t look fully convinced.
“Go and try it.” Seungmin just looks at him, concerned and confused. Jisung gets right next to Seungmin’s ear, whispering so only Seungmin can hear him. “I see the way you look at him. It’s the perfect timing.” Seungmin scoffs, pushing Jisung back, but he leans back in. “I’ll give you that sweater of mine that you love.”
“The one with the stripes that looks better on me than you?” Seungmin asks, trying to keep his nerves in check.
Jisung laughs, drawing the attention of some of the guys, but he plays it off, putting their attention back on Jeongin. “Yes, brat, that one.”
Seungmin extends his hand, making Jisung shake on it. Jisung takes it with a laugh. “Fine,” he says shakily. He doesn’t think Jisung knows the full extent of Seungmin’s ‘crush’ on Jeongin. He’s in love with him.
Annoyingly, Jisung is right; this is the perfect timing.
Seungmin stands, then hesitates—Jisung smacks his ass, pushing him along. He worms his way through Chan, Minho, and Changbin to sit next to Jeongin. It’s a little bit of a squeeze, so he’s kind of halfway in Jeongin’s lap, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Actually, Jeongin is the opposite of minding Seungmin’s presence; he pulls Seungmin’s legs into his lap, keeping a hand on his thigh.
“Seungmin hyung is the only normal one here.” Jeongin pouts, momentarily stopping the berating questions.
“And to think I was coming over here to ask for a kiss,” Seungmin mumbles, but everyone hears it, and he hears the silence that follows. Is Seungmin participating in this that unbelievable to them?
“Seungmin finally understands—” Felix starts, but is cut off by Jeongin.
More specifically, Jeongin kissing Seungmin on the mouth.
Seungmin is so stunned he doesn’t process it until he hears everyone else yelling.
Seungmin hasn’t kissed back, so Jeongin pulls back just enough to whisper to him, “Is this okay?” Seungmin replies by kissing him back, and everyone else fades away. He knows that they’re still there in the room, but it feels like it’s just them.
Jeongin’s lips are soft and sweet. Seungmin doesn’t know the right words for it, but he’s sweet. Maybe it’s the cherry chapstick that Seungmin bought him; he can taste it, but Seungmin thinks it might just be Jeongin.
Jeongin drags a hand up to Seungmin’s face, keeping one on his thigh, making a show of shoving his tongue into Seungmin’s mouth. Seungmin bites back a moan, gladly accepting the intrusion until someone tears them apart.
And slowly, the world fades back in.
Everyone’s yelling and asking questions and freaking out, and Seungmin can’t hear any of it. He can see them, and their lips moving, and he can feel—god, he can feel—Jeongin’s hand still on his thigh, rubbing slow circles into his thigh.
Jeongin is as flushed and blushing as Seungmin feels.
Wait.
What the fuck just happened?
Jeongin is smiling—and that’s good..? But what does this mean?
“Do we need to step out?” Chan asks loudly, forcing everyone else into silence. Finally, something he can focus on. Jeongin shuts him down, standing up and grabbing Seungmin’s hand.
“Finish the movie, we’ll be back,” Jeongin says to the rest of the group, then to Seungmin, “Follow me?” Seungmin follows him. Of course, he does. That’s not shocking, but it’s the first time he’s worried while following Jeongin.
He takes Seungmin to his bedroom. He’s been in here so many times, from forcing Jeongin to help him study to quiet nights cuddling into the night. Nothing like this—they’ve never kissed—never had to talk about anything like this.
They don’t say anything as Seungmin takes his hand out of Jeongin’s to sit on his bed, neither say anything once Jeongin closes the door, and Seungmin can feel them both holding their breath until Jeongin sits on the bed in front of him.
“So…” Jeongin starts but trails off, probably not knowing where to start.
“So,” he mimics dramatically, pulling a laugh out of Jeongin. “That was probably—”
“Don’t,” Jeongin cuts him off. “I know what you’re gonna say, so don’t talk.” Usually, Seungmin would take offence, but Jeongin actually knows him enough to say it—and be able to mean it. “Can I do something?”
Seungmin nods. He would give Jeongin permission to do anything to him.
Jeongin slides closer to him, reaching out to grab Seungmin. He offers his hand, thinking that’s what Jeongin wants, but Jeongin comes even closer, sliding his hands under Seungmin’s hoodie slowly, leaving room for Seungmin to back away. “What?”
“Just.” Jeongin wraps his hands around Seungmin’s waist, letting his hands engulf Seungmin’s figure—like completely encompassing him—the tips of his fingers touching each other. “I thought you were—but my god.” Seungmin giggles, launching himself into Jeongin’s arms. His back hits the bed with Seungmin on top of him.
Jeongin lets go of his waist with his hands, wrapping his arms around him instead. “You’re such a dork.” They’re not going to talk about how that’s really hot or how Jeognin’s really strong and can completely engulf him right now. They don’t have the time to be focused on that.
“You’re fucking tiny, and I find that super hot,” he trails off, looking Seungmin in the eyes. “Is that a dorkish trait?”
“Shut up—just. Are you gonna be my boyfriend?” The question tumbles out of Seungmin before he has time to overthink it. But Jeongin’s obviously into him and—unless—
Jeongin takes him out of his thoughts, lightly squeezing Seungmin by the arms around his waist. “Of course. I’ll be your boyfriend, as long as you’ll be mine.”
“You’re so cheesy,” he laughs out, kissing Jeongin on the cheek once.
“You love me.”
“Whatever.” Seungmin only realizes after his reply that Jeongin was asking a question rather than saying it as a statement. Jeongin’s thoughts appear on his face—at least to Seungmin they do. “I do love you. It’s kind of gross.”
“I love you.” He sounds so sincere, Seungmin might cry. “It’s disgustingly gross,” Jeongin adds playfully, leaning in for another kiss. Seungmin complies, getting dragged into a long, lingering kiss.
Seungmin’s thankful that this time, when Jeongin pulls him into a kiss, they’re in private. Jeongin is focused on exploring his mouth—slowly. He can feel the restraint in Jeongin’s tongue—in the way he slides his hands just short of Seungmin’s ass.
“Innie—” Seungmin gasps into Jeongin’s mouth, on the edge of begging Jeongin to touch him properly. Jeongin hums into Seungmin’s mouth, surging upward as much as he can into Seungmin again.
A moan slides from his own mouth into Jeongin’s as the hands on his back slide back up, farther from where he wants them. He whines, trying to get his point across without breaking their kiss.
Jeongin’s body responds to him, grinding up into Seungmin’s cock. The motion is cut short abruptly—Jeongin pulls his hip back into the mattress. “Is—”
“Yes, yes, please,” Seungmin cuts him off quickly, giving in to his desire to beg breathlessly. “Please, please.”
Jeongin quickly flips them so he’s on top. He buries his face in Seungmin’s neck to kiss him there as his hips slowly—too slowly—grind their cocks together through their clothes.
“Oh my god. Jeongin-ah.” He can feel Jeongin sucking marks into his neck as he’s starting to leak into his boxers. “Faster. C’mon…”
Jeongin shushes Seungmin from his neck—Seungmin giggles, the breath tickling him. “Don’t laugh,” Jeongin says, holding back a laugh himself. He composes himself faster than Seungmin, though, licking his way up Seungmin’s neck to his mouth.
Jeongin places a soft kiss on his lips, grinding down. He successfully distracts Seungmin, ripping a loud moan from him—Jeongin smacks a hand over his mouth. “Sorry—you have to be quiet, baby.”
Seungmin decides to ignore the feeling brewing inside of him at the realization that six of their friends are in the other room. He mumbles sorry from under Jeongin’s hand, glad it’s still there when Jeongin pulls another loud moan out of him.
He’s not usually loud during sex or pleasure or anything, but Jeongin keeps grinding down on the perfect spot. Moans and whimpers tumble out of him behind Jeongin’s hand as Jeongin starts grinding faster and faster.
He can hear Jeongin whining—and can feel him through their clothes. Seungmin has seen Jeongin’s dick before, and he knows Jeongin is big—but it feels so much different.
He wants to feel it without the fabric between them—with his hands, or his mouth—god, he wants Jeongin in his mouth. He slides his mouth over Jeongin’s hand, slotting two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them.
Jeongin lets out a guttural moan—nothing like the whines that were coming out of him before—“I love you. You have no idea,” Jeongin whispers between moans.
He pushes his fingers into Seungmin’s mouth, almost ignoring the fact that Seungmin is sucking on them, until he gags. Jeongin’s hips falter—his head dropping onto Seungmin’s chest.
“Fuck—no. I’m sorry, Seungie—fucking. You look so good, and you sound—” Oh. Jeongin came from that.
Jeongin slides off of Seungmin, so he’s lying next to him, one hand over the tent in his pants, the other still occupied with Seungmin’s mouth. “Can I touch you here?”
Seungmin nods vigorously, but keeps his hips still. Something he did the entire time Jeongin has been touching him because Jeongin didn’t tell him he could move. His arms have been lying limp beside him the entire time—he’s been useless.
“Uh, uh,” Jeongin scolds softly, running a finger up his cock and under his waistband. A shiver racks through his body, his hips threatening to twitch up into the light touch. “No overthinking while I’m touching you.”
“You’re perfect,” Jeongin whispers. He slowly pulls Seungmin’s pants and boxers off with one hand. He just stares as Seungmin’s cock gets pulled down and snaps back up, staring and waiting and watching every little minute movement and twitch from Seungmin.
He lets his hand slide out of Seungmin’s mouth, causing a whine to slip out of him as Jeongin positions himself between Seungmin’s limp legs. His hands trail from the top of his feet all the way to his hips, slowly spreading goosebumps over Seungmin’s body.
“Plea—”
“Shh, Seungie…” Jeongin’s hands go back to his ankles, putting his legs on his shoulders. “Let me take care of you, puppy.”
Oh.
“Okay, pup?”
Oh.
“I knew it,” Jeongin whispers, kissing Seungmin’s ankle.
Jeongin is the only one who knew this between the two of them. Seungmin thought it was just a joke his friends said and would find funny—but here he is falling apart over Jeongin uttering a word. “Calm down,” he says, sliding his hands down Seungmin’s legs.
Jeongin slowly trails his hands up and down and around his thighs and around his cock—but not actually touching him—and finally settles on his waist. “I wish I had more time with you.”
Jeongin leans down, kissing Seungmin—folding him in half—“You doing okay?” Seungmin didn’t realize he hadn’t spoken in a while.
“Amazing,” Seungmin says, connecting their lips again in a passionate kiss. Jeongin’s hands slide up to his chest, exposing his chest to the cold air of Jeongin’s bedroom. His tongue feels sinful in Seungmin’s mouth, caressing him from inside and out.
Jeongin pulls away from the kiss, breathlessly moving down to his chest. He takes the fingers coated in Seungmin’s spit onto one hardened bud and his mouth to the other.
Seungmin’s body reacts before he can, arching up into the touch—no body has ever touched him like this before—and it feels so good.
Jeongin’s tongue carries the same intensity he used in Seungmin’s mouth, exploring and purposeful. He gives every part of Seungmin’s chest the same attention as he did his mouth.
His tongue slides around and around and—a hand comes to fill his mouth. He doesn’t want to come like this—bare but untouched to Jeongin—that’s pathetic.
His hips push up without permission, rubbing against the harsh material of Jeongin’s pants. Jeongin pulls back at the action—Seungmin prepares to be scolded.
“Can you come like this—I can’t focus on you fully right now. I don’t want to give you a bad time.” Seungmin sincerely doubts that Jeongin could give him a bad time, but he supposes he could come like this. He slowly shakes his head yes. “Good. My good boy.”
Seungmin feels his brain melt a little more, looking up at Jeongin, sucking on his fingers like it’s his cock, and being praised for answering his owner’s questions.
Seungmin stays absolutely still, except for his mouth, obeying his unsaid command as Jeongin reads his mind and lets his legs down, kissing both of his ankles as they slowly fall down.
“Sorry, pup,” he whispers, going back to give attention to his chest. He switches the sides of Seungmin’s chest that he was on before, and it feels electric.
He’s sensitive in a way he didn’t know was possible, and they will definitely be exploring this later, when they have more time. Seungmin doesn’t have the ability to give himself this type of pleasure through anything but the normal, boring methods. He can barely even finger himself successfully.
But here’s Jeongin using his mouth and hand on his chest while pressing down on Seungmin’s tongue—and keeping Seungmin writhing under his hands. He doesn’t even have to touch him, and Seungmin is so close to coming. He just—needs.
It takes everything in Seungmin to move his arm, just enough to softly tug on Jeongin’s fingers in his mouth. He lets Seungmin’s mouth free, taking his own off his chest. “Something wrong, pup?”
“No-no,” he says in a shaky voice. “Just want a kiss, and—” Jeongin cuts him off with a soft kiss, mumbling a quiet apology. “I want you to… if you want me to come like this, I need you to choke me, please.” It’s the only ‘wild’ thing he can do himself, and he basically needs it to come at this point.
“But—”
“I’ll slap you if I’m not okay. Promise.”
“You promise?” Jeongin chuckles breathlessly, teasing Seungmin.
Seungmin lets out a whine, pulling his arm up to give Jeongin his pinky. “Promise.”
Jeongin puts a gentle hand on his throat, not putting any pressure down yet. “Okay, Seungie. I love you,” he says, moving down to the same position he was in before.
I love you, too.
He can only say it in his head, holding his breath in anticipation. Jeongin’s tongue moves first, connecting with the highest point he can reach with Seungmin’s shirt pushed up. His tongue trails along his skin, around and around and around his plush skin.
His hand just twitches in place, but doesn’t give him the pressure he wants—needs. He could—
Jeongin puts the slightest pressure down, and Seungmin’s brain misfires. His hips come up, fully rubbing his cock against Jeongin’s thigh—hip—something that hurts so good.
His hand loosens around Seungmin’s neck. “Puppy.” He comes up from Seungmin’s chest, moving so he’s sitting on Seungmin’s thighs—keeping him in place.
His free hand comes to one of his nipples, slowly working him up. As soon as he arches into the touch, and the watchful eyes of Jeongin, he puts pressure back down on his throat—a lot more—and he’s coming almost instantly.
It feels different than when he does it himself. With nothing against his cock, he comes all over his stomach, some reaching up to his chest. He feels his mouth open in a silent scream that would’ve been way too loud if Jeongin’s hand wasn’t on his throat.
“Thank you, sir, thank you,” he repeats over and over until he starts to come down.
Jeongin tightens his grip on accident, quickly taking the pressure away. “Let me clean you up, puppy.”
In Seungmin’s daze, he thinks Jeongin pulls away for a tissue. Instead, he feels a warm and wet pressure on his chest, much like the tongue that was on him before.
Once he finds the strength to look down, he sees Jeongin actually licking him clean, only grabbing a tissue to clean below his belly button. “I won’t be able to stop myself. Sorry, pup. We’ll get cleaned up and entertain those fuckers out there.”
“Sounds nice, Innie. I love you, too,” Seungmin says, his brain finally catching up with everything. His voice is a lot more hoarse than he was expecting, but he’s willing to trade his voice for Jeongin.
🤎
He finds a calm that they always have together—just more intimate. They share soft kisses, soft touches on their bodies, with no need to explain it. Seungmin has always wanted this with someone, always wanted to find someone who could slide into this feeling immediately, and he found it in the person he had always hoped to.
And he had almost given up on this idea of being with Jeongin, but here he is trying to talk his boyfriend, Yang Jeongin, into not going back out with the rest of their friends.
“I don’t want to go back out there,” Seungmin whines, voice back to normal after some time. “But I really want some of Chan’s food…” He looks up at Jeongin expectantly. Seungmin can smell the food from here, and he hasn’t eaten dinner yet.
Jeongin kisses him sweetly. “C’mon, it’ll be fine. You need to get something in you.”
“You need to get something in you,” he mutters mockingly—Jeongin just laughs, pulling Seungmin out of bed. Jeongin grabs a pair of his shorts and hands them to Seungmin without saying anything. He slides them on, grabbing Jeongin’s hand before they go back out into the lion’s den.
Seungmin sighs, walking behind Jeongin. The shame crashes into him almost immediately when he sees all the other guys. They don’t look over at them, engrossed in whatever movie they’re watching now. “I’ll make you a plate, hyung.”
He starts to walk through the living room, trying to sit down, as Changbin grabs him by the waist, pulling him over. He doesn’t say anything as Seungmin struggles to get away—maybe he just missed him—“I was right. You owe me a meal,” Changbin exclaims, pointing at Seungmin’s neck. Or more likely, the marks left on his neck by Jeongin.
“You dirty little dog, Kim Seungmin,” Minho says, Hyunjin wrapped around him with a shocked, but amused expression on his face.
“Get off me, hyung. We didn’t do anything…” Seungmin wiggles out of Changbin’s grip, stumbling onto his feet. “You guys bet on it? Gross,” Seungmin says monotone, but all of his friends look at him with smiles—well, except Changbin.
“Changbin-ah, hand over your wallet. I’m putting it in my DoorDash.”
“Wait, that’s a great idea. Hyung, hand it over,” Jisung adds, gently tugging on Seungmin so he’ll sit next to him. “And I’ll hand you that sweater tomorrow,” he whispers into Seungmin’s ear as the rest of them fight for Changbin’s card. He gets closer to Seungmin’s ear, talking so that only he can hear. “I know you did something. Thanks for the money, though.”
Seungmin leans back in his chair, looking down at his lap, and hopefully hiding the blush spreading across his face. “Here you go, hyungie,” Jeongin says, standing in front of Seungmin with a plate of food, the rest of the guys filing into the kitchen except Felix, Chan, and Jeongin.
“So are you guys finally dating?” Felix asks, digging into the special meal Chan made him, compared to the rest of them.
“Finally?” Seungmin asks, baffled.
At the same time, Jeongin says, “Yes.”
Seungmin looks over at him, confused. What does Felix or Jeongin mean by finally? “You didn’t think I would kiss you in front of everyone if I wasn’t sure you were in love with me too?”
Oh.
“It took a lot of convincing from me.”
“And me,” Chan adds.
“And Channie hyung, yes.”
“Whatever,” Seungmin mutters, feeling shy all of a sudden. Jeongin must sense how he’s feeling, asking Chan and Felix to go help the other guys in the kitchen. He slides next to Seungmin, feeding him a bite of food. “Thanks.”
Jeongin smiles, a big, breathtaking smile. “We can go eat in my room if you feel weird or bad, hyung-ah.”
Seungmin shakes his head. It’s not that he feels bad—maybe he does feel weird. He just—“I want to thank you, actually. I, uhm, have never done anything with anyone before—you know that—but you just took care of me so well. And I feel like I didn’t do anything to thank you in the momen—”
Seungmin’s cut off with soft, sweet lips on his, and another bite of food is fed to him. “You did everything I wanted you to,” Jeongin whispers, coming closer to whisper into Seungmin’s ear. “You were good. My good boy.”