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Seongje never dreamed of entering university and studying a specific major. From a very young age, he already had in mind that he would probably study something related to computer science to work in the family business.

There was no celebration when he received his acceptance letter from the public university. All of his older brothers, in addition to all getting into prestigious universities, were honored as the top students in their respective classes.

With Seongje it was different. He didn't have bad grades, but he didn't like sitting in a chair for hours reading and rereading the same things. The teachers said that if he dedicated himself a little more, he could be the best in the school. Nah, Seongje wasn't that demanding of himself; he was lucky to have a very good photographic memory and easily remember the material.

What he really enjoyed was opening a can of Monster at 10 PM, lighting a cigarette, programming in the early hours of the morning, and waking up only around noon for his afternoon classes.

His first year of college was wonderful. He felt like he'd won the lottery and didn't share a dorm room with anyone. The other bed, at the opposite end of the room, was only used by Seongje to throw all his things on. He could arrive at the dorm whenever he wanted, didn't worry about making noise, and most importantly, no one complained about his cigarette smoke.

All of this happened by the middle of his second year. One Wednesday, while Seongje was in line to buy his lunch, he received an email from the academic director asking him to come to his office in the afternoon. He frowned and showed his phone to Baekjin, who was next to him in line.

He had never done anything spectacular at university to attract the attention of the principal — and he hoped he hadn't been reported for drinking and smoking in the dormitory.

The administrative building was located in the central part of the campus, but even so, Seongje had to walk for ten minutes to reach the building and go up to the floor where the classroom was.

It was exactly 4 PM. The exact time he had scheduled the meeting in the email.

When Seongje opened the door, there was someone else besides the director.

He had his back to the door, but turned his head when he heard it opening. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Seongje noticed that he was wearing his basketball team sweatshirt and Air Jordans.

Seongje never had any direct problems with the guys involved with the university sports teams, but he thought it was incredibly idiotic how self-absorbed most of those people were.

Seongje sat down and listened to what the director had to say. The other boy already seemed to know what the conversation was about and spent the whole time fiddling with his cell phone.

The more the director spoke, the more Seongje thought about how he should have made better use of (whatever that meant) the freedom he had in the dormitory. He couldn't stand having to deal with strangers, and having to live with a stranger after so long alone could be considered analogous to psychological torture. He hopes—with all the optimism he doesn't possess—that this guy isn't such a detestable person.

Hyuntak was pursuing a bachelor's degree in Business Administration and intended to go on to Law School later.

In the first few weeks, Seongje observed that he was the anxious and somewhat stressed type of person. Seongje was used to complete and utter silence when he was in his room, but Hyuntak was always bouncing the basketball on the floor or tapping a pencil on the table. It wasn't enough to make Seongje start a fight, but little by little, he was sure his patience would run out.

He also could no longer just walk into the room and throw his backpack, jacket, keys, or anything else onto the neighboring bed. In the first few days, out of habit, he kept throwing things there, only for Hyuntak to arrive at night after basketball practice, pick up Seongje's things, and throw them on his bed or desk.

Another strange thing was sleeping while facing someone. Seongje's bed was on the right side of the room, opposite the bathroom door, and Hyuntak's was opposite the bedroom door. They both slept with their backs to the wall and consequently facing each other. Luckily, Hyuntak slept like a vampire, completely covered by the sheet—sometimes Seongje would wake up at night to get a drink of water or go to the bathroom and, for a split second, would be startled by that shadow in the bed next to him. At least he didn't snore.

It also took him a while to adjust to the change of environment. Most of his things were still at his parents' house, like magazines, action figures, posters… but apparently Hyuntak came from a small town and only went home for holidays, so he decorated his lodging as if it were his own room at home. He filled a bookshelf with magazines, books, and CDs, put posters on the wall, and had at least four baskets with all sorts of things inside that had apparently been thrown there without any organizational criteria.

Their first disagreement happened at the beginning of the second month. Until then, they hadn't had any conversations longer than five minutes and generally only greeted each other.

It was 8 PM. Hyuntak was still at basketball team practice. Seongje had just gotten out of the shower and had wet hair and a towel around his neck.

The room was dark, illuminated only by the light from the campus streetlights that streamed through the windows beside the desks next to both beds.

Seongje opened a drawer, took out a still-sealed pack of cigarettes, and opened it. Before lighting it, he opened the windows and the bathroom door to create a flow of air out of the room and avoid triggering the fire alarm.

He threw himself into the chair and pressed the button to start the computer. He squinted slightly as the colored lights came on.

He had until 11:59 PM to send a project to the professor's email. Seongje only needed a cigarette and an energy drink to clear his mind and concentrate 100%.

Twenty minutes later, he hears the door latch click shut. When Hyuntak can't unlock the door, he bangs hard on the wood. Seongje curses and realizes he left his own key in the inside lock, which certainly prevented Hyuntak from opening it from the outside.

“Sorry, ma–”. Hyuntak doesn’t give Seongje a chance to speak and simply walks past him, bumping his shoulder, throws his sports bag and sneakers on the floor and heads to the bathroom, slamming the door. His face was completely red and his hair was soaked with sweat, as if he had run a marathon. Besides being out of breath, Seongje could see a vein bulging on his forehead while a drop of sweat slowly slid down his forehead to his cheek.

Seongje watches everything until he disappears behind the door, and then smiles in surprise at what he has just seen. "Asshole."

Hyuntak stays in the bathroom long enough for Seongje to finish his third cigarette, but just as he's about to light his fourth, the bathroom door opens and a cloud of hot steam heads toward Seongje. He glances to the side to see Hyuntak, who still seems as annoyed as when he arrived. Somehow, he manages to see Seongje glancing out of the corner of his eye.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Can you switch off this fucking light? The room smells like shit.” Hyuntak looked away and went to his bed. He pulled the towel off his shoulder and rubbed it through his hair.

"The smoke isn't even reaching there, asshole." Shit. Without even realizing it, out of habit (again), Seongje curses him, almost as a defense mechanism against Hyuntak's sudden rudeness; who turns to look back at Seongje and walks to the side of his room again.

When Hyuntak reaches behind the chair, he grabs the backrest and spins it around, causing Seongje to look directly at him.

"What did you say?" Hyuntak's arm was still resting on the back of the chair, and consequently next to Seongje's head.

Without moving his head, Seongje looks at Hyuntak's flexed biceps beside his face, at his bare chest which was just inches away from his face, and only then does he look him in the eyes again. Seongje laughs at Hyuntak's attempt to intimidate him.

“You’re being an asshole .” Seongje deliberately speaks the last word more slowly to further irritate Hyuntak. As if he wanted to throw the last drop of gasoline to further inflame Hyuntak’s anger, Seongje pulls the cigarette between his fingers and blows it in Hyuntak’s face, who only coughs and pulls his arm back from the chair to fan the smoke away from his face.

“The fuck? What the hell is wrong with you? Fucking addict”

"You started it"

"ME?! You're smoking indoors!"

“And? It's mint. Smells good”

“Good!?” Hyuntak asked, covering his nose with a t-shirt and opening the windows even wider.

“Yeah. You know what smells like shit? Your sweaty shirts that you leave lying around the room.” Seongje says, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth to take another drag.

“Better than the smell of cigarettes. Sorry if, unlike you, I value my physical and respiratory health and don’t want to die at 40.” Hyuntak headed towards the bedroom door to open it and let out the cigarette smoke, but was stopped by Seongje who hurriedly stood up from his chair and ran to Hyuntak.

"What the fuck? Do you want them to find this out?" Seongje grabbed Hyuntak's forearm and stopped him from opening the door.

“Maybe I do.” Seongje turns the key in the lock one more time, pulls it out, and throws it onto Hyuntak’s bed. If that got to the administration, Seongje could be suspended or who knows what.

"Why did you suddenly become an asshole? Didn't they let you join the gangbang in the bathroom after practice, goldie?"

“What the fuck?” Hyuntak grimaces when he understands what Seongje said. “I didn't say shit for a whole month and you say it's out of nowhere?! And who the fuck is 'Goldie?!”

"Yeah? I didn't say anything during the month either, golden boy . I was trying to be civilized"

"Civilized? Like this? You didn't say shit because you're an idiot." Hyuntak exclaimed and stuck his index finger in the middle of Seongje's chest. “And stop calling me that”.

“Why? It suits you. You’re supposedly smarter, more ‘concerned about physical health,’ apparently always right…” Seongje says while smiling mockingly and counting these supposed attributes of Hyuntak on his fingers.

“Don’t try me.” Hyuntak took a step forward, and the two were separated by only a few centimeters. They were close enough to hear each other's breathing. The only thing between them at that moment was the heavy, leaden silence of the room, the only sound present being the motor of the old air conditioner.

Seongje didn't know how he managed to restrain himself from punching that guy in the nose right then and there. He smiled and snorted, then took a step back.

“Is this how things are going to be?” Seongje laughed. “Then start paying more attention to your clothes on the floor, your sneakers in the middle of the room, and the basketball hitting the floor all day long. Ah! I don’t want to hear your fucking ass songs during your shower anymore, Goldie.” Seongje throws the almost extinguished cigarette onto the table where Hyuntak is, who rushes to pick up the butt and put it out to prevent a fire.

"You're so hypocritical. You literally do these same things." Hyuntak raised his voice with each word he spoke.

"Yeah? I can't see any of my stuff scattered on the floor."

"Right now! And you know that." Seongje smiles at Hyuntak's growing irritation.

“I don't think so, Goldie…”

“Urrghhh! And turn this shit off!” Hyuntak almost shouted as he pointed at the colorful lights of the setup. “Or I will turn the energy off in the circuit breaker.”

“Tsk. Asshole,” Seongje cursed and sat back down in his chair, turning back to the monitor. Having run out of patience and with only a few hours left to deliver the project, Seongje turned off the colored lights and dimmed the screen. He put on his headset, so if Hyuntak said anything else, he didn't hear it.

He doesn't see Hyuntak again until the next day. He always left early and returned after lunch to take a nap in the afternoon before practice, which was when Seongje went to his first classes of the day.

Ever since that little argument, the two of them have started finding completely idiotic reasons to start a new one.

Seongje thinks Hyuntak was starting to leave the curtains open on purpose so that he would eventually wake up with daylight in his face. He'd never had this problem before, but now, around 10 AM, the sun's position was shining directly into their bedroom window, reflecting the light directly onto Seongje's face. He usually only woke up around noon, and he's the type of person who, once awake, can't fall back asleep. Hyuntak was practically stealing two hours of sleep from Seongje every day.

When he argued with Hyuntak about it, he changed tactics.

The next day, Hyuntak had purposely turned off the air conditioning, and Seongje woke up drenched in sweat. It was unbearably hot that time of year. When Seongje looked at the time, it was 9 AM. Some strands of hair from his bangs stuck to his forehead because of the sweat. Damn it.

After turning the air conditioning back on, he sits on the bed and thinks about what he could do in retaliation (besides continuing to smoke in the room in Hyuntak's presence).

As usual, there was a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, and even though it was Hyuntak's corner, it was still his room. Seongje didn't think twice before – with a bit of disgust – grabbing that pile of dirty clothes and throwing it out of the room, next to the door. As if nothing had happened, he went back into the room, took a shower, and then left.

Hyuntak was almost in shock when he turned down the hallway from their bedroom floor and saw that pile of clothes at the foot of the door. He ran down the hall to the second-to-last door and when he got there, he looked back to check if he had been seen. He put the strap of his sports bag around his neck and searched for the keys to open the door.

Luckily (for him or Seongje), he wasn't there. Hyuntak shoves the clothes into the room with his feet and leaves them near the door again. He puts the bag on the floor and sighs with his hands on his hips as he thinks about what he could do. Hyuntak hates to admit that Seongje had been too perceptive. Everything was in its place, not a single millimeter of disorganization. That idiot had even arranged the bed sheets.

Nearly defeated, Hyuntak grabs a large black bag from one of the closet drawers and opens it to throw his dirty clothes inside, making it easier to take them to the laundry room. He could stop by there before practice.

He takes off the shirt he was wearing and almost throws it on the floor, but he curses, folds it, and puts it on the chair to wear again, since it wasn't smelly yet.

When he goes into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, it's as if some higher power has thrown a gift into his lap.

A wet pair of underwear hanging on the shower glass.

Seongje had the terrible habit of washing his underwear in the shower and leaving it to dry in the shower itself, something Hyuntak didn’t complained for the sake of good relations, but apparently none of that mattered anymore.

He makes a pincer shape with his index finger and thumb to pick up the underwear. It was still very wet; he must have left the room just a short while ago.

Hyuntak doesn't even need to leave the bathroom; he just throws his underwear out the door and—like the good point guard he was—it lands right on Seongje's pillow. Good luck to that jerk sleeping with a wet pillow.

Seongje was furious when he came across that. The whole situation, which had been funny at first, was starting to really irritate him. He was very close to throwing all of Hyuntak's things out the window or, I don't know, puncturing that damn basketball he carried everywhere.

He took the pillowcase off the pillow to prop it up on the chair and aimed the air conditioning vent in that direction. At least it was Friday, a day to sleep only when the sun rose, playing games with friends on Discord.

The universe was kind enough to Seongje that Hyuntak would simply disappear on Friday nights and magically reappear the next day. He deserved that rest.

When he logged into the server at 11 PM, almost everyone was already in the lobby waiting for the rest of the people to arrive. Of course, before that, he religiously followed his ritual of opening the windows, opening a can of Monster, and lighting a cigarette.

He doesn't even know what time it is, but he's already played five League of Legends matches with his friends when the door suddenly opens. Seongje jumps in his chair from the fright. He takes off his headphones and turns his head only to see Hyuntak crawling like a zombie towards the bathroom. Before closing the bathroom door, Seongje stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray and mutes his microphone on the call to avoid the risk of his friends hearing them arguing.

He notices through the crack under the door that Hyuntak still hasn't turned on the bathroom light, even though he's been in there for at least two minutes. Seongje usually doesn't care how people feel as long as it's not his problem, but when he heard a thud on the floor, a pang of worry hit his chest. What if Hyuntak had fallen and hit his head? He stands up and the chair slides back slightly. He walks to the bathroom and knocks on the door.

"Are you alive, Goldie?"

He gets no answer and rolls his eyes, then knocks on the door again, this time harder.

“I'm talking to you, Hyuntak”

"Fuck off, asshole." He hears the muffled voice coming from the bathroom.

“Tsk. Fucking dick.” As he turns to sit back down in his chair, he hears a vomiting sound. Seongje rolls his eyes and speaks again through the door. “At least wash yourself and the toilet, otherwise the room will smell like vomit.” Once again, he gets no response.

“Are you listening to me—”. Before he could finish the sentence and knock on the door again, it opened, revealing Hyuntak completely wasted and reeking of a mixture of alcohol, vomit, and a strong, sweet perfume that probably wasn't his. “Oh my God, you look even more like shit right now, goldie”.

“Uhmmm–“. Hyuntak groans and nudges Seongje’s shoulder as he passes him, but instead of lying down on his bed, he throws himself onto Seongje’s bed. “Oh my–That’s all I needed. Fuck. Get up, go to your bed, idiot.” Seongje peeks into the bathroom and sees the toilet seat is up, all dirty, and he hasn’t flushed it. Seongje isn’t going to touch it. He closes the door and thinks, “That’s a problem for tomorrow.”

He turns back to the bed and shakes Hyuntak's shoulder, but he remains completely still. It was as if he had fainted. "Did you sleep? Wake up." Once again, Seongje tries to pull Hyuntak by the arm, but in vain since Hyuntak, despite being a little shorter than him, had much more muscle mass.

Hyuntak just groaned and turned his head toward Seongje. He was still asleep. His mouth was open, and he was starting to drool on Seongje's clean sheets. He was actually quite cute; he looked like a little kitten curled up in bed. These thoughts were interrupted when the stench of vomit returned to Seongje's nostrils, and he realized that Hyuntak was lying dirty on his bed.

He didn't want to sleep in Hyuntak's bed. God knows if those clothes on his bed were clean or dirty, not to mention the socks. Then an idea popped into his mind.

He takes a post-it note and leaves a note stuck to Hyuntak's desk.

You're only leaving this room when you've cleaned everything and made my bed. I took your keys too, so don't waste your time looking for them. When you're done, send me a message ^_ That was for my wet bed earlier, goldie XD If you want to jump out the window, feel free <3

He grabs a jacket, the two keys, his cell phone, leaves the room and locks the door from the outside. Baekjin would certainly be pissed at him for waking him up at 4 AM, but what could he do if he was the only person Seongje knew who had his own apartment?

Hyuntak was blessed with the gift of not having killer hangovers; he usually woke up feeling a bit unwell, but this discomfort would pass when he took a cold shower.

When he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his own bed on the other side of the room, he sat up so quickly he felt dizzy. It took Hyuntak a few seconds to put the pieces together in his head and, shit, realize he was wearing the clothes from the previous day and in Seongje's bed.

From day one, Hyuntak didn't like him very much, and living with that guy only gave him more reasons to. First of all, he was probably the most narcissistic person Hyuntak knew, and they barely had a proper conversation. The small arguments they had usually started because of Hyuntak, yes, but the way Seongje conducted the conversation, responding ironically, calling him by that ridiculous nickname, as if he was always right and Hyuntak was a brainless idiot, infuriated him.

Seongje wasn't the type of person who argued out of ego or to be right; Hyuntak felt he did what he did simply for the pleasure of being unpleasant, not to mention his complete lack of empathy. In Hyuntak's mind, smoking in a shared, enclosed space was totally illogical. If Seongje were ever diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, he wouldn't be surprised.

He even tried to be a good roommate. He might not have been the most organized person in the world, but geez, he left his dirty clothes in a corner! Plus, he was saving up to buy a new laundry basket. The old one had very dry plastic and broke on the trip from his city to campus. Of course, a laundry basket wasn't the most expensive thing in the world, and he had spent his money on other things instead of prioritizing the basket, but that's beside the point…

He was almost speechless when he realized he was locked in the room. That guy was completely crazy.

When he finally read the note Seongje had left, he felt like laughing at the absurdity. He deserved applause. He had outdone himself in creativity. Hyuntak called Seongje several times. The first few times, he didn't answer and the call rang until it dropped. The last few times, the number was out of service area. The bastard had turned off his cell phone. Fucking coward.

The retaliation came the same day. Since he had a lot of free time, Hyuntak had an idea. In addition to hiding several things from Seongje, such as toothbrushes, perfume, and deodorant, Hyuntak grabbed a toolbox he knew was at the back of Seongje's closet and took several screwdrivers.

He wasn't the biggest computer expert, but he knew how to assemble and disassemble a setup, even though he was now using a laptop.

He removed all the screws from the protective plate and scattered each one among Seongje's random drawers. He pulled the cables one by one to avoid breaking anything, removed the motherboard, the SSD, the video card… everything. Seongje still kept the original boxes for the parts, which made it easier for Hyuntak, since he didn't want to risk throwing the hard drive anywhere and damaging it. It was relatively quick to disassemble everything, but it was always more work to assemble than to disassemble. Seeing that he still had free time, he had the brilliant idea of taking Seongje's keyboard and swapping the parts around.

After packing everything into the boxes, he fitted the computer case panel and propped the open side against the wall.

Unfortunately, Hyuntak wouldn’t see Seongje's reaction when he try to turn on the computer and couldn't. When he looked at the clock, it was still 2 PM. He wasn't starving only because he kept some snacks in the mini-fridge, and also grabbed a can of Red Bull from Seongje. But even so, it was very sadistic of Seongje to leave him locked in the room without real food.

He had already cleaned the bathroom and changed the bed linens as that asshole had demanded. Hyuntak would have been proud of the cleaning he did in the room if he hadn't been literally coerced into doing it.

Hyuntak remained lying in bed for another half hour until he heard the door opening. If Seongje saw Hyuntak even the slightest smile, he would know something was wrong.

He drops the Nintendo Switch on the bed and heads to the door. When Seongje enters the room, Hyuntak grabs him by the collar of his coat and then pushes him against the wall. That sadomasochistic idiot smiles as he hits his head against the wall.

“What’s stopping me from breaking you in two right now?” Hyuntak growled inches from Seongje’s face. He felt his roommate’s hot breath against his nose. He smelled of the same old mind-blowing cigarettes.

"Maybe the fact that if I file a complaint, you'll be suspended from the basketball team." Seongje smiles with feigned sympathy and raises his hand to pretend to be wiping something off Hyuntak's shoulder.

“You’re too proud to let other people know you got a beating.” Hyuntak presses Seongje even harder against the wall. For a split second, he stares at his mouth as he wets his lips with his tongue.

"You know me so well, goldie. That's cute." He smiles when he sees Hyuntak hesitating.

"Whatever. Fucking idiot." Hyuntak lets go of Seongje and grabs his phone to leave the room. He was desperate to eat real food.

Seongje could hardly believe his own innocence for leaving Hyuntak alone with his things. His back already ached from sitting for so long putting the parts in the cabinet and the keyboard pieces in their proper places. When Hyuntak returned to the room, he just let out a muffled laugh and lay down on the bed.

To further provoke Seongje, he plays a random YouTube video out loud because he knew Seongje didn't like it when "Hyuntak came over with his noises."

It seemed that Seongje would miss his online gaming session with his friends that day.

Most students were going to spend their end-of-year holidays at home with their families, and it was no different for Seongje and Hyuntak. Hyuntak, with his usual anxiety and restlessness, began organizing his things weeks before the holidays, as if he were moving.

Seongje packed his things one afternoon. The trip to his city took less than half an hour, and his older sister said she would pick him up. Seongje saw Hyuntak using the computer and buying a train ticket to Busan.

They didn't speak to each other during the holidays. Seongje and Hyuntak barely thought about each other, only when they commented to their friends about "how unbearable their roommate was." It was strange sleeping alone in a room after you got used to sleeping looking at someone, but on the other hand, it was very nice to wake up and hear a "good morning" instead of "fuck you" and a middle finger.

Sometimes Seongje would post a story on Instagram. It was almost never a photo of himself; it was usually a random meme or a link to a song on Spotify. Hyuntak, on the other hand, constantly posted photos with friends from the city, of the places he went, reels, and sometimes he would record himself practicing shooting basketballs. They follow each others Instagram’s account  since they started sharing a room.

It wasn't a big deal. Hyuntak simply handed his phone to Seongje and asked for his number and Instagram. It made sense at the time to have his roommate's contact information.

When classes resumed in mid-January and they returned to the dormitory, there was a week of "truce," until Seongje reminded Hyuntak how nearly impossible it was to live with him, and how Hyuntak reminded Seongje how disorganized he was, like a vortex of entropy.

The same old arguments continued, and they kept fighting over the most idiotic things imaginable.

Hyuntak bought a new perfume on vacation, and Seongje simply thought it was the most unpleasant smell on the face of the earth. Hyuntak didn't even like that perfume that much, but it was the perfect counterattack for when Seongje was smoking in the room.

Seongje started taking Hyuntak's things and using them as if they were his own. It began with small things, like shampoos and deodorants.

“Dude, what’s that smell? Are you using my stuff?” Hyuntak put down his Kindle and looked at Seongje, who shrugged.

"I don't know. I grabbed it in the bathroom."

Then he started wearing Hyuntak's coats and putting them in the laundry basket—which Hyuntak had finally bought—as retaliation for Hyuntak eating Seongje's peanuts, chewing gum, and drinking his energy drinks.

The last straw was when Seongje put on a pair of Hyuntak's Air Jordan, which he treated like a son. Seongje hadn't intended to get the sneakers dirty, but by a twist of fate, it started raining heavily just as Seongje was leaving his department to return to the dorm, and the path was full of muddy puddles.

That was the first time they got into a fistfight. Hyuntak looked at his shoe, then looked up at Seongje's eyes and practically flew from the bed to Seongje.

Hyuntak landed such a hard punch on Seongje's face that it bent his glasses and knocked him to the ground. In a fight, Seongje always assumed he had the advantage and was better than his opponent, but Hyuntak was strong, resilient, and had quick reflexes thanks to basketball.

It had been a long time since Seongje had had this much fun. The last time he'd gotten into a fight was in high school.

While trying to land punches on Seongje, he yelled as if he were venting about everything Seongje had been doing and how fed up he was. Seongje, obviously, defended himself and retorted that Hyuntak did the same things, but he wasn't angry like Hyuntak was. He was just talking back for fun, to provoke his roommate.

Seongje managed to scratch Hyuntak's face and superficially cut his eyebrow, and Hyuntak, in addition to bending the arms of Seongje's glasses, also punched him in the mouth, causing it to bleed.

The fight ended as quickly as it had started. Unfortunately for Seongje, it didn't even last five minutes. Hyuntak managed to grab both of Seongje's fists, and after staring at him for a split second, forcefully pushed him back and went to the bathroom.

Seongje could see in the mirror that he was applying antiseptic to the scratch on his cheek and the cut on his eyebrow.

Without saying a word, he also goes into the bathroom to wash his mouth and get rid of that taste of blood. Hyuntak didn't even look at him. He could have said something, made a joke or something, but it was as if his conscience had put its hand on his shoulder and said "no".

That served some purpose, at least. They no longer argued or provoked each other in the room. They didn't even greet each other. Later, Seongje picked up Hyuntak's Jordan to see the extent of the damage and whether he would have to buy a new pair, but to his surprise, the muddy sand had dried and after a few taps on the ground the shoe was already clean. Seongje felt like laughing at how dramatic Hyuntak was being.

That sort of truce lasted five days, until Hyuntak put Seongje's Armani to basketball practice after Seongje started smoking in his room again and leaving his computer on at night.

Juntae was a freshman at Seongje. He had seen the boy a few times around the department and they had interacted two or three times, but nothing more than ten words had been exchanged.

Seongje knew that Juntae was very involved in university programs and was also part of the Students' Union. Sometimes they would organize campaigns to raise money for donations. The current project was a kind of 'Love Mail' to celebrate Valentine's Day. For 1500W, they would send a letter to their "loved one," and the money raised would be donated to an animal welfare NGO.

Juntae seemed like a puppy. Seongje thinks Juntae was afraid of him; in all the few times they interacted, Juntae avoided eye contact and agreed with everything he said. He's not the first person to treat him like that. Sometimes he gets curious about his own reputation in that technology and computer science department and makes a mental note to ask Wooyoung, a classmate, about it, but he always ends up forgetting.

Juntae spoke softly, gently, and stuttering. Seongje didn't want to know about that project or who was organizing it, but he wasn't cold-blooded enough to not help an NGO that helped vulnerable animals.

He takes one of the papers with the envelope that Juntae had and asks him to turn around so Seongje can use his back for support to write. He smiles as he writes the message.

Seongje was never shy about flirting with anyone, and he rarely got rejected. There was this guy from the extension project group who Seongje knew had his eye on him. He never spoke to Seongje directly about it, which made him lose some points with Seongje for his lack of initiative, but the guy was so hot that it made up for it.

He also writes notes to Baekjin and Wooyoung, but things like "your sister is hot" and "go fuck yourself" and several middle finger drawings.

Seongje folds the papers, puts them inside the envelopes, and hands them to Juntae along with the money, telling him the names and who each note is for. He laughs at the possibility of the wrong note reaching the wrong person. Baekjin would kill him.

“Na Baekjin, a weirdo who always has hair gel in his hair; Kang Wooyoung from my class, you know who he is; and Hyuntae. A tall guy, a little shorter than me and a wannabe athlete. You know who he is too, I think. I don’t know his last name. Bye.” He throws the pen in the air for Juntae to catch before turning and leaving. Juntae almost drops the things he was holding to catch the pen in mid-air.

Everyone knew Hyuntak. Even the freshmen knew him. He was that unpleasant type of person (from Seongje's perspective) who always tried to be nice to everyone. And it worked. Everyone liked him. People wanted him around.

In the first few weeks after they started sharing a room, Seongje was approached a few times by girls who didn't have the courage to speak directly to Hyuntak. The problem was that it was much easier to talk to Hyuntak than to Seongje. Hyuntak would thank them for the notes and gifts and say that he was "fine as he was and that he didn't reciprocate their feelings." Seongje, on the other hand, was deliberately mean to people and always said something stupid.

"Hyuntak finds you annoying," "He's virtually dating a girl from Discord," "Do I look like a messenger?"

That was supposed to be the twentieth note intended for Hyuntak that day. At the end of the day before February 14th, Juntae went through the men's locker room at the university's sports complex and slipped the little notes through the gaps in each athlete's locker.

Modesty aside, Hyuntak knew his reputation and took advantage of it within the bounds of morality. He always received chocolates on his birthday and was always invited to parties. It was no surprise that he received so many notes. His teammates even joked that he would "pick and choose who he wanted at night."

Hyuntak liked to sit and read what people had written to him. Some things were even cute, others were purely expressions of admiration. Some were more explicit, but there was one that made him feel like the ground had disappeared beneath his feet.

The note wasn't even that big, but as he read the words, his brain increasingly ignored his surroundings, as if he'd pressed a "mute" button. Hyuntak held his breath as he read the note, as if he were too focused on that little piece of paper to remember to exhale. He read and reread it five hundred times until he realized it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him.

“if u knew how much i wanted u to fuck me until im drooling u would just do it out of pity lol xD (im laughing but im serious)

seongje to ht 

Seongje loved Valentine's Day. Even though he had never had a girlfriend or boyfriend in his life, besides always receiving little gifts and boosting his ego and self-esteem, he always took advantage of that time to buy the chocolates that were on sale.

The day started normally. At lunchtime, he told Hyuntak that he had used his toothbrush and only heard a "fuck you" in response.

This year, as usual, he received some notes from that love letter thing. Seongje laughs and takes a picture of the note that said “I'm going to kill you tonight at 11:47 PM” in Wooyoung's handwriting. What an idiot.

He wasn't in the mood to play today, and his online friends were probably playing ARAM with some egirl.

Hyuntak was taking longer than usual today. It was already 10 PM, and normally he arrived in his room by 9:30 PM at the latest. He received a message but saw from his notifications that it was just Wooyoung talking nonsense.

Ten minutes later, Hyuntak enters the room, quieter than usual. Seongje notices he's holding his water bottle, which he's been searching for all morning, along with several envelopes and chocolate candies in small, clear bags. It's no surprise to Seongje that Hyuntak is popular.

He might not like him, but he wasn't blind. Besides being on the campus's starting basketball team, he was actually quite good-looking and had a well-defined physique. It was shocking, in fact, that Hyuntak hadn't been seen with at least four girlfriends in the last six months.

"Damn it. Did you wash it before using it? If you wanted to exchange saliva with me, you could have just asked, kitten."

Hyuntak looked at Seongje with a hesitant expression, as if he were nervous and studying the atmosphere. He didn't respond to the provocation, which was strange. Seongje frowned slightly, since Hyuntak was a short-tempered person and always responded with at least a "shut the fuck up".

He put the tickets in the desk drawer and the chocolates in the mini-fridge.

“Are you going to save it to read later? Cute. Or is it just to soothe your ego?” Seongje tried to provoke him again. In response, Hyuntak only took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. Before Seongje could open his mouth, he looked at the boy lying on the bed and then spoke.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Hyuntak asks, snapping his fingers. Seongje doesn't let that detail slip by. Hyuntak was walking on eggshells.

“I don’t know. You tell me, golden boy.” Hyuntak pressed his tongue against his cheek. Seongje was lying on his bed wearing a sweatshirt and shorts. One leg was stretched out on the bed and the other had its knee bent with its foot resting on the bed, which caused the shorts to slip down a little and show some of Seongje’s thigh skin. Hyuntak realized he was staring too much and looked away at the floor.

“I—I mean—Hm.” Hyuntak bites his lip. “I’m going to take a shower.” Hyuntak grabs the first towel he sees and practically runs to the bathroom. Seongje watches everything with only one eyebrow raised, as if he can’t believe what his eyes are seeing.

Seongje hated using the bathroom after Hyuntak showered. He always left the water as hot as possible, making the bathroom stuffy and the mirror foggy. He also, somehow, always left the floor completely wet, even though there was a shower enclosure.

But he had already been in the bathroom for almost an hour, and Seongje had left his cell phone charger on the sink counter.

He stood up and banged on the door without any delicacy.

“Are you going to stay there forever? I need to go to the bathroom, goldie.” Hyuntak was a naturally noisy person, and he could hear Hyuntak’s movements inside the bathroom. “Hey! I’m talking to you, asshole. I know you’re done.” Seongje knocked again. Again, no response. He was starting to get annoyed with Hyuntak.

“If you don’t come out in a minute I swear I’ll break down this fucking doo—”. Before Seongje could knock, Hyuntak unlocked and opened the door. The words died in Seongje’s mouth as he felt the stifling, damp wind coming towards him, followed by Hyuntak, wearing only a towel around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, and he was very, very close.

Hyuntak begins to approach even closer in short steps, and Seongje unconsciously starts walking until the back of his thigh touches the edge of his bed. Feeling cornered, Seongje blurts out:

“What’s your fucking problem?” He practically growled, and Hyuntak’s reaction was completely different from anything he expected. He didn’t yell, curse, or hit Seongje, but instead forcefully pushed his chest with both hands, causing him to fall onto the bed.

For the first time in Seongje's life, he didn't have a joke or sarcastic comment ready on the tip of his tongue. He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows and then saw Hyuntak climbing onto the bed and crawling over his body.

He sees Hyuntak approaching in slow motion and looking directly into his eyes. Without realizing it, he swallows hard and crawls across the bed in an attempt to get away from Hyuntak.

“H-have you gone mad?!” Seongje hates himself for stuttering at that crucial moment. Seeing that Seongje was genuinely nervous for the first time since they met, Hyuntak smiles.

“Stay quiet before I change my mind.” Only a few centimeters separated their faces. Hyuntak had one hand resting on either side of Seongje's body, as if holding him there. By this point, their breaths were mingling, and they were looking into each other's eyes.

Hyuntak moves even closer, and for a moment Seongje thinks he's going to kiss him, unconsciously glancing at his mouth. Hyuntak notices and lets out a weak laugh, but instead of meeting Seongje's lips, he turns his head and lowers it to the point between his shoulder and his neck.

Seongje shudders as he feels the warm breath against his skin.

“You’re so unbearable I didn’t realize how good you look.” Hyuntak whispered against Seongje’s skin before kissing the skin where his shoulder met his neck, and felt Seongje tense up beneath him once more, gripping his left bicep the moment Hyuntak’s lips touched his skin. His neck was his weak spot. He bit his lower lip to avoid making any embarrassing noises.

Seongje had never felt so vulnerable before. Even though he had been the bottom a few times, he always remained in control of the situation. This time was different. He felt like a rabbit cornered by its predator.

Hyuntak began placing kisses on his skin, tracing a path from his shoulder to the skin of his neck below his ear. When he ran his tongue and dragged his teeth across Seongje's neck, he heard him gasp for the first time that night.

By this point, Seongje, without realizing it, was already lying completely on the bed with his head turned to the side to give Hyuntak access. Seongje could feel Hyuntak smiling against his skin, and then, with his right hand, he grabbed Seongje's wrist and pinned his arm to the side of his head. When he went to do the same with his other hand, Seongje glanced out of the corner of his eye at Hyuntak above him.

The only lights on were the yellow bathroom light and the colored lights in the setup. That combination of lights fell on Hyuntak and made the outline of his muscles even more evident. Seongje suppressed a groan as Hyuntak's arm flexed to keep him supported on top of Seongje.

Without realizing it, he spreads his legs and allows Hyuntak to finally lie completely on the bed. The problem was that the towel tied around his waist was almost falling off, but Hyuntak didn't seem worried about it as he finally managed to rub against Seongje.

Their breathing began to get heavier. Seongje tried to pull himself free with his arms, but only felt Hyuntak tighten his grip even more. Damn it. He was strong.

"You gonna be a good boy for me, hyung?" Hyuntak finally pulled away from his neck and looked him directly in the eyes. He felt a pang in his groin because of it.

“Fuck you, goldie. Stop wasting our time if you’re not going to do anything.” Seongje tries to sound intimidating and somehow take control of the situation. Hyuntak laughs and releases his grip on Seongje’s wrist. For a moment, he thinks Hyuntak is going to get up and make fun of the situation, but he starts sliding a hand down Seongje’s forearm, arm, and torso until he finds the hem of the jacket he was wearing.

When Hyuntak squeezes Seongje's waist, he lifts his hips to seek some friction against the boy above, and thankfully Hyuntak lunges at Seongje's groin, further stimulating the friction between the two.

Hyuntak buried his head against Seongje's neck once more and began to bite his skin. He let out a loud moan when Hyuntak bit right into the belly of the muscle, and as a counterattack, bit his earlobe. Hearing that muffled moan against his skin was a delight.

Seongje threw his arm over Hyuntak's neck, trying to bring them even closer. At that moment, nothing mattered except the friction between their two hard penises. It didn't matter that they fought every day, that they had already come to blows, and that they were the main torment in each other's lives.

Seongje placed both hands on Hyuntak's shoulders and began to scratch the skin of his back, from his spine down to his lower back, and smiled when he felt Hyuntak's kisses on his neck falter as he sighed.

The knot in the towel finally comes undone, and Seongje takes advantage of the fact that his hands are on Hyuntak's lower back to grab the towel and throw it aside.

Hyuntak seemed bothered by being the only one without any clothes on and began to force Seongje's jacket up while lowering his head to Seongje's stomach level.

Hyuntak didn't know how—and made a mental note to ask later—his abs were so defined. And he felt his dick getting even harder when he saw the piercing in his belly button.

“Fuck.” Hyuntak groaned as he bit and licked his stomach. “Take it off,” he said as he pushed his jacket up to expose more skin.

“Are you in a hurry now?” Seongje asked, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. Hyuntak didn't even give Seongje time to completely remove his jacket before moving his kisses upwards to reach his nipple. When Hyuntak sucked on the areola and trapped the nipple between his teeth, Seongje let out a moan.

“You fucking pervert!” He gasped and brought one hand to Hyuntak’s hair to grab a tuft between his fingers and pull.

"What did you expect me to do after the things you said?" Hyuntak groaned, still with one nipple in his mouth, while squeezing and pulling the other with his fingers.

"What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?" Seongje pulled his hair harder, and Hyuntak gasped.

“Shut the fuck up. Your voice will make me go limp.” Seongje rolled his eyes. He was painfully hard and was already losing patience with the delay.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me? I’m not a fucking whore,” Seongje growled, and Hyuntak lifted his face and rested his chin on Seongje’s chest to look him in the eyes. He alternated his gaze between Seongje’s mouth and eyes and smiled when he noticed the expectation in his eyes.

“Yeah? You seemed like a fucking whore earlier.” He smiles and brings his mouth closer to Seongje’s, but doesn’t quite seal their lips. Once again, Seongje doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, but lets it go for now. “Are you like this with everyone or is it exclusive to me?” Hyuntak asks and kisses the corner of Seongje’s mouth.

"You think too highly of yourself, goldie."

"I think you too, hyung"

Seongje hadn't realized he'd be so affected by Hyuntak calling him "hyung." Without warning, Hyuntak lowers his hand to the waistband of Seongje's pants and slips it inside his underwear, catching him by surprise and making him groan. Hyuntak smiles as he throws his head back and gasps as he rubs his thumb over the glans that was dripping precum.

He began making up-and-down movements along the length of Seongje's penis, who spread his legs even wider in an urgency to increase the contact between them. Even with the cold weather, both of their foreheads were starting to sweat and the room was beginning to feel stuffy. In an attempt to relieve himself, Hyuntak began rubbing his penis against Seongje's thigh, and taking advantage of the moment when Seongje threw his head back to moan, he slipped two fingers into his mouth.

“I need you so bad to suck my dick,” Hyuntak said as he pressed his fingers against Seongje’s tongue. In response, he frowned and bit the younger man’s fingers hard, causing him to pull them away.

“I don’t give a shit about what you want, Hyuntak” Seongje growls at Hyuntak.

“Why? I’m being so nice to you.” He smiles with false sympathy as he lowers his hand and squeezes his balls. Seongje bites his lower lip and brings his hand to the back of Hyuntak’s neck to try and force his head down.

At first, he resists, but after staring into Seongje's mouth, he lets himself be carried away by the tongue sliding across his lower lip and then crashes his mouth against his.

The kiss is wet, hurried, and urgent, but somehow they find their rhythm and frequency. Hyuntak removes his hand from Seongje's penis and, like him, brings both hands to his hair to pull. They slide their tongues over each other and, for the first time in Hyuntak's life, he finds the residual taste of the menthol cigarette in Seongje's mouth pleasant. His tongue felt colder, and that only made the kiss more enjoyable.

Seongje felt Hyuntak's precum wetting his thigh, and stimulated by this, he lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and underwear down, throwing them off the bed.

Hyuntak wasted no time and lowered his hands to squeeze Seongje's buttocks, digging his fingers into the soft skin and pulling the muscles to the side. At the same time, he pulled Seongje closer, reversing their positions on the bed and ending up on the bottom.

Seongje pulls his lips away from Hyuntak's and smiles as he sees the boy beneath him with a miserable, breathless expression from the kiss. He seizes the opportunity to bring his hands to Hyuntak's throat and choke him.

“You know you’re a fucking asshole, don’t you?” Seongje asks, tightening his grip on Hyuntak’s neck when he receives no response. When he raises his eyebrows as if expecting an answer, Hyuntak nods in agreement. His face was already red and somewhat purple from oxygen deprivation, and when he opened his mouth to gasp for air, Seongje gathered saliva and spat it directly into Hyuntak’s mouth. He widens his eyes and tries to breathe deeply, with difficulty. Seeing that he was going too far, Seongje loosens his grip.

Hyuntak lets out a groan, and neither of them knows if it was out of relief or protest. It takes Hyuntak a while to return to a normal breathing rate.

“I’ve always wanted to strangle you until you drop dead on the floor.” Seongje pinched Hyuntak’s cheeks with just one hand and brought his face close to his as he spoke. In response, Hyuntak frowned and tilted his head to the side as if inviting Seongje to suck him off.

He begins thrusting his hips upwards, seeking direct friction between their penises, while scratching Seongje's buttocks and the side of his thigh as he sucks on his neck.

Tired of that superficial contact, Seongje aligned their penises and, in the same rhythm as Hyuntak, rubbed one against the other. He interrupted the kisses on Hyuntak's neck to gasp and breathe through his mouth. Once again, he sought Hyuntak's lips.

It was an interesting surprise for Hyuntak to discover that Seongje enjoyed kissing so much during sex.

“Are you going to ride me?” Hyuntak asked between kisses. One of the hands that had been squeezing his butt slid down and began to circle his hole. When Hyuntak pressed against the muscle, but without penetrating, Seongje broke the kiss and moaned.

Their hot, heavy breaths mingled amidst their moans.

“Dream on, kitten,” Seongje interrupted what he was saying to give Hyuntak a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You’re doing the hard work today.”

“Then turn around.” Hyuntak throws Seongje back onto the bed as if he were a doll and positions himself kneeling between his legs. He holds Seongje by the back of his knees and pulls him closer before lying on top of him and kissing him again.

Seongje placed his hands on Hyuntak's shoulders again and squeezed them with his nails, as if she wanted to somehow release all the lust she was feeling at that moment, along with an attempt to bring their two bodies even closer, which were already covered in a layer of sweat.

Seongje didn't want to moan or gasp at Hyuntak's touches so as not to seem so surrendered to him, but he couldn't hold back when Hyuntak ran his hand along the inside of his thigh and began to slide two fingers over the surface of his hole without penetrating.

“Hurry up.” Seongje turned his head away to avoid looking at Hyuntak and fought the urge to lower his hand and stick two fingers up his own hole right then and there. He gritted his teeth, already impatient with Hyuntak deliberately provoking him at that moment.

"Worked up?" Hyuntak smiled as he kissed Seongje's now exposed neck and increased the pressure of his fingers against his hole.

“I fucking am and you know that, asshole.” Seongje growls and runs his hand through Hyuntak’s hair. “So can you—“

Before he could finish speaking, Hyuntak shoved three fingers into his mouth in a back-and-forth motion, pinching his tongue. Seongje's eyes widened as he felt tears welling up in the corner of his eye and eventually trickling down his cheek. The lens of his glasses was already smudged with sweat and tears, and he could barely see Hyuntak until he grabbed the glasses by one of the temples and threw them to the ground.

When Hyuntak pulls out his completely wet fingers, they both gasp for breath and stare at each other for a fraction of a second before their mouths meet again.

Seongje feels the warm, wet finger on his entrance, and this time it slides in easily. He parts his lips briefly from Hyuntak's to gasp and adjust to the penetration, but Hyuntak soon lowers his head and kisses him again.

When he starts swaying his hips to the rhythm of Hyuntak penetrating him with his finger, he inserts a second one, eliciting a moan from Seongje. He feels Hyuntak smiling between kisses, and as a way of "retaliating," he bites Hyuntak's lower lip, forcing him to pull away.

He grinned sadistically at Seongje and began to penetrate harder. He threw his head back and gripped the bedsheets. "G-Go get the lube and a condom," Seongje said with difficulty between gasps.

Hyuntak promptly got up and crossed the room to look for the condom and lubricant in his closet. The seconds seemed like hours, and as a way to relieve himself, Seongje took his hand to his cock and began pumping up and down quickly and forcefully while staring at Hyuntak naked and with his back turned. He didn't know until now how much he needed to be choked by those thighs.

Hyuntak hears a low moan coming from across the room and feels a throb in his own penis when he turns around and sees Seongje with his legs bent, masturbating and staring intently at him. Unconsciously, he reaches for his penis to relieve himself. It was so hard it started to hurt.

“You’re just gonna stand there like an idiot?” He seemed to snap back to reality with that provocation, but instead of retorting as he normally would, he went back to bed, smeared his fingers with lubricant, and inserted three at once. This time he didn’t give Seongje time to adjust to the stretching and immediately began with violent and rapid thrusts.

Seongje let out long, drawn-out moans. The sound of thrusts into his ass and his cock filled the room along with his moans, and by this point, the people in the rooms next door were probably hearing all the commotion, but neither of them seemed concerned.

Hyuntak brought his free hand to Seongje's cheek in an attempt to be affectionate, but the calluses on his fingers and hands from basketball and weight training made the contact rougher than it should have been. Seongje felt the friction of that thick skin against his cheek, wet with drool and sweat, and he was almost going crazy from the multiple simultaneous stimuli.

"Put on that condom and fuck me before I change my mind." He growled and tried to regain control of the situation by threatening Hyuntak, but the truth was there was no way he could get out from under that man at that moment.

"You think I'm doing you a favor, right?"

"You think you're too good, Hyuntak. You need someone to put you in your place."

“Are you offering yourself?” Hyuntak smiled and purposefully made a strong thrust against his prostate. In response, Seongje pressed his toes against the sheets and his nails into Hyuntak's back, which was already a vivid red. “F-fuck. Just do it.”

"If I'd known that all I had to do was fuck you like a whore to shut you up and obey me, I would have done it the moment I stepped into this room." Seongje gritted his teeth at the provocation and brought his right hand to pinch Hyuntak's cheeks.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’ll fucking kill you.” He said, then threw Hyuntak’s head to the side, who didn’t seem intimidated by the threat. On the contrary, he stepped back and pulled his fingers out of Seongje’s butt, who sighed at the loss of contact.

Hyuntak knelt on the bed and turned to grab the condom wrapper. Damn, Hyuntak was hot. Seongje propped himself up on his elbows and could get a look at him as he put on the condom and pumped his own penis to spread lubricant. Seongje's penis twitched and leaked more fluid.

Hyuntak looked back at Seongje and smiled. He moved his hands to the back of Seongje's thighs and squeezed them tightly to separate them and give him access to his pink, stretched ass.

Seongje shuddered as he felt the heat of Hyuntak's cock tip hitting his hole, and groaned softly as he slid the entire length inside in one go. By this point, his arms had already given way and he had fallen onto the bed.

“I’m going to move.” Hyuntak sighed, furrowing his brow. He placed his forearms beside Seongje’s body for support on the bed.

"No need to be nice, kitten, I know what you want and you know what I want so—AH! H-holy fuck, Hyuntak." He left with a sharp thrust from Hyuntak.

“Y-You’re tight, Je.” He sighed between thrusts. Hyuntak took a few seconds to establish a quick and precise rhythm that stimulated his prostate. Seongje’s head was thrown back and he was biting his lips to suppress moans. His body contracted whenever Hyuntak’s pelvis slammed against his buttocks, and it was becoming increasingly difficult not to make a sound. Little by little, he was completely melting in Hyuntak’s hands.

Seongje desperately needed to hold on to something. He wrapped his legs around Hyuntak's waist to try and increase the contact between their bodies even further, and brought a hand to his own penis, stimulating it in the same accelerated rhythm as the thrusts. The head of his penis was already completely sensitive, red, swollen, and soaked with precum.

He used his other hand to squeeze Hyuntak's biceps. My God, he would never forget those biceps.

Hyuntak was trembling. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were fixed on Seongje, who was also staring intently at him. He was flushed and his bangs were all stuck to his forehead.

"You feel so good, Je." Hyuntak groaned and lowered his head to suck on the skin of Seongje's neck.

He began to feel his own body trembling and his legs growing weak. He seemed to have become more sensitive to all the stimuli he was receiving. Hyuntak's hand slid and tangled in Seongje's hair, and that was the last straw, causing him to finally break down on his hand.

Hyuntak's eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled. "You're so needy." Seongje bit his lip and gasped from the persistent thrusts, and with each new stimulus overstimulating his prostate, he trembled and leaked more.

"Cum on my stomach." Seongje murmured between moans, as if she didn't want Hyuntak to miss it.

"What?"

"D-did you hear me, asshole?"

Hyuntak stopped moving and desperately pulled out his penis to remove the condom. He knelt on top of Seongje and began pumping his own penis with the same intensity he had used before to fuck Seongje's hole.

”I'm close, Je. A-Ah–

The sound of Hyuntak's wet cock was interrupted by a long groan as he ejaculated in jets over Seongje, which came out with such force and speed that it soiled his face and chest as well as his stomach.

He collapsed, exhausted, beside Seongje.

"Tsk. You got me all dirty, goldie."

"Just take a shower, asshole"

"Oh? Really?" Hyuntak rolled his eyes.

"You are the most anticlimactic person that exists. For fuck's sake."

"What did you want? Flowers? Now get out of my bed."

Hyuntak blinked, confused. “I thought you liked me”.

"What?!" Seongje was so taken aback by that sentence that his voice even came out higher-pitched.

“I mean, not in a romantic way, but the mail—“ Hyuntak stumbled over his words as he searched for words to fit what he wanted to say, but before he could finish his thought, he was interrupted by Seongje.

“What the fuck do you mean by 'mail'?” Seongje frowned, and even before Hyuntak spoke, things had already become more or less clear in his mind.

"The one from Valentine's Day, Seongje"

Seongje laughed when his suspicion was confirmed. He chuckled and threw his head onto the sheets. "Oh my God, this is funny as fuck," he said, running a hand over his face.

"What??"

"The message wasn't for you, asshole. Juntae probably delivered it to the wrong person."

”But it said 'To HT!’'

"HT for Hyuntae, not Hyuntak. I'm telling you, you're soooo full of yourself." He said, getting out of bed to pick up his glasses from the floor and then go to the bathroom.

“T-this is unfair! How could I know?! So I fucked you for nothing?!” Hyuntak propped himself up on the bed with his elbows and glared indignantly at Seongje, who was standing in the bathroom doorway. Hyuntak could glance at his naked body under the yellow bathroom light and see the mess he had made.

"I wouldn’t say 'for nothing'. It was good. You have a nice dick" He said and shrugged.

“So… Um…” Hyuntak scratched his head awkwardly, but was still lying on Seongje’s bed. “Do you want to make out again sometime when we’re bored?”

"I fucking do"