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“I like you.”
Dohoon watched Jihoon pause, turning his body fully towards him at the words. He had just got home from his outing and that’s what greeted him upon entering his and Dohoon’s shared room. He stared at the older, mouth gaping in soft shock. Dohoon’s heart was beating a mile a minute, unsure why he was so nervous. Despite the rapidly oncoming tenseness in the air he kept going.
“I like you a lot, Jihoon.”
This was supposed to be an April fool’s prank, so why was his heart beating so fast? He quickly put his hands in his pocket so Jihoon wouldn’t notice the shake in them. The moment was starting to feel a little too real.
“Hyung– You– What?” the younger finally asked as he hung his jacket up. Dohoon stared at the other in silence, unsure how Jihoon was going to react. He had meant for this to be a joke, but he hadn’t meant for his raw emotions to seep into the words, unknowingly confessing. He was about to take it back but Jihoon started speaking again.
“Are you actually being for real?” Dohoon felt his palms getting sweaty in his pockets. He couldn’t even look at Jihoon, breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor. He didn’t know how to respond, he didn’t think the other would take it seriously, he had expected Jihoon to automatically think it was a joke.
“A-April fools!” Fuck he was a coward. “It’s just an April fools prank.”
Jihoon stopped in his tracks. Face suddenly falling in what looked like disappointment. His eyes analyze every aspect of the man in front of him, his body language, his expression, his everything. Dohoon froze up in anxiety, he hopes Jihoon doesn’t get mad, everything feels too serious and he hadn’t meant for this to happen.
The silence is finally broken by Jihoon’s dry laugh, Dohoon has heard this laugh many times in certain situations. It’s not one of anger technically, but Dohoon could tell he wasn’t actually happy. He turned away from the older, towards the door. “Hyung. That type of joke on April fools is never actually funny. If it were anyone else I would probably hate you. It’s a low blow even for you.”
Dohoon stood in silence, guilt flooding up in his consciousness. He watched Jihoon stand there a bit longer, probably waiting for him to say something, but his heart was beating too fast and his lips were starting to wobble. He’s sure if he says something his voice would break. He heard the door close, Jihoon having gotten tired of waiting, and felt his world come crashing down along with it. He sullenly sat down on his own bed, reflecting.
Because Jihoon had been right, hadn't he? To make a mock confession on April fools only to take it back is not something a good person does. He started fidgeting with his fingers, millions of thoughts coming into his brain—all rooted towards his own insecurities. But this only made him feel worse, he wasn’t the victim in this situation, Jihoon was, and yet here he was acting like he was the one that was wronged. He felt his eyes water and he forced them away, he wasn’t going to cry over something that was entirely his fault, he just had to talk to Jihoon later.
He got up carefully, hoping he didn’t look like a mess, and walked out to the living room, he saw Jihoon happily bothering Youngjae and Shinyu. His teeth found his bottom lip and bit it in anxiety, he wasn’t sure how Jihoon was going to act with him, but thankfully Jihoon brought him into the conversation like it had never happened.
“Hyung! They said I’m not cute, tell them they’re wrong!” Dohoon laughed, relieved at the semblance of normalcy from him. “What are you talking about? They’re not wrong.” Jihoon whined loudly at his answer, getting up to throw a fake punch at him.
The rest of the day passed by normally, he hadn't talked to Jihoon yet but he was determined to not let the day pass without apologizing. He had made a promise to talk things out with everyone and not leave things tense, even if there wasn’t exactly any extreme tension between them. He just didn’t want Jihoon thinking he was a bad person.
Earlier in the day, hours after Dohoon pulled the disastrous prank, he saw Jihoon post on Weverse. He had answered a fan that asked if any member had done an April fools prank, calling out Dohoon in the post. Thankfully, he hadn’t told them what he had done, he thinks his ego might have plummeted if that were the case. Jihoon doesn’t seem to actually blame him for anything—a showcase of just how kind-hearted the younger was—but he still feels guilty about pulling a prank like that. He lied down on his bed, waiting for Jihoon to finish washing up, everyone else having also winded down for the night.
Dohoon woke up to the door opening, he hadn’t realized he had ended up dozing off. Jihoon started humming as he got himself ready to plunge onto his own bed. The older’s heart started picking up as he heard Jihoon moving around, unknowing that Dohoon was perceiving his every move. The nerves were getting to him, he almost wanted to back out, but he knew this conversation was important and was one that had to happen.
“Jihoon.”
The other hummed, turning his head towards the curtain Dohoon has placed in between them. Somehow not being able to see Jihoon as he spoke gave him more confidence.
“I’m sorry about the prank I pulled earlier.” The other walked up to the opening of the curtain, staring at Dohoon with a look in his eye that he couldn’t quite figure out. It wasn’t anything negative though, and that made him feel slightly better.
“Did you mean it?”
Dohoon’s heart dropped to his ass. How was he supposed to answer this question? He nearly ruined their relationship over the fake confession, and the confession itself did have some truth to it. He’s been harboring hidden feelings for Jihoon for the longest time and had thought this would be the best way to gauge his response. But he’s too much of a coward… even now.
“No… it was just for April fools.” He murmured quietly. One glance at the younger and he already regretted the words. The small smile he had immediately faded and Dohoon wanted to slap himself for it.
“Did you think it’d be funny to play with people’s feelings? I respect you a lot hyung but… that’s not okay.” Dohoon knew he was right and he hated that he was getting upset when he shouldn’t be. He felt tears well up in his eyes and brought his knees up to his face.
“I know Jihoon. I’m really sorry about it. I didn’t properly think it through and–and that’s why I really wanted to apologize to you.” He wasn’t sure if the other could hear the wobble in his voice, but after a minute of silence he felt his bed dip.
“Dohoon hyung. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.” He said softly, reaching toward the curled up ball of patheticness (Dohoon). He grabbed the other’s hands and pulled him into a hug. He felt even more tears well up at how nice he was being to him, he didn’t think he deserved it. Jihoon patted his head with a big smile, “I know what you’re thinking, it’s just a mistake hyung, as long as you learn and don’t do it again it’s okay.”
Dohoon didn’t let the tears fall, instead he forced them away and sniffed, “Thanks Jihoon. Again, I’m sorry.” The other lightly smacked him and told him to stop apologizing. After a while of just sitting there Jihoon suddenly grabbed both sides of Dohoon’s head and brought it up to make eye contact with him. He cooed at the other’s red face and glossy eyes, bringing him into another hug.
Maybe just maybe he could stop beating himself up over the prank.
He had thought things would be fine after the talk. But Dohoon couldn’t help but notice something different about Jihoon. It wasn’t anything big, he wasn’t avoiding Dohoon or anything but there were certain times where he would pull away from him and wouldn’t initiate anything. He still talked to him with the group and answered him when he talked, but something about it felt… detached, and Dohoon wasn’t sure if it was actually happening or if he was just overthinking.
At some point on their way to practice he was going to sit next to Dohoon but asked Hanjin to switch with him. It made Dohoon’s heart ache in hurt, only for him to be confused when he jokes around with him like normal not even a second later. It’s messing with his focus and he thinks the members, Junghwan specifically, have started to notice.
That’s why he wasn’t surprised to find him looking for him after practice. Junghwan spotted him sitting in the corner of the practice room and plopped himself right next to him. “Dohoonie?” He heard the older man's voice say softly. He tried his hardest not to sigh deeply, he didn’t really want to have this conversation right after practice, he was tired and in dire need of a shower. Junghwan may have noticed his mood because he simply placed his hand on Dohoon’s shoulder and said, “We’ll talk once we get home.”
Dohoon nodded and muttered a small ‘Okay.’ He was glad he wouldn’t have to, but the promise of not being able to avoid it later has him nervous. He wasn’t sure what exactly their leader was going to ask him, and he wasn’t sure how much of the situation he wanted to reveal. His crush on Jihoon was, as far as he knows, not known about. Dohoon treats everyone pretty similarly, sure he may talk about Jihoon like he was the only person ever and look at him like he hung the stars but surely the others haven’t noticed? He found himself praying that they’re too busy to notice his ridiculous pining. Their image of Dohoon might change as well if they find out about the prank that he pulled, assuming Jihoon hadn’t already told everyone. No one has brought anything up about it and still treats him the same so to him it seems like he didn’t say anything.
After Junghwan stood back up to join the others he pulled himself up as well. Wallowing in his own thoughts too much brought him into a grim place, one he doesn’t want to fall into. He watched Jihoon laugh along with the others as he splayed himself all over them like he always does at times like these. Usually Dohoon would be one of the people he’d throw himself over but the younger hasn’t so much as looked at him since practice ended.
It took a tremendous amount of effort not to take it personally, after all he had thought everything was sorted out. But here he was acting like Dohoon was some sort of background character in his life. Not exactly important enough to avoid, but also not important enough to acknowledge. Just existing around him—almost like he was forcing himself to coexist with him, and it was messing with him more than he thought it would. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, avoiding him would probably make things worse but the petty side in him wants to sulk.
Right at that moment Jihoon turns to make eye contact with him, but just as quickly as it happened he looked away, as if he couldn’t even bring himself to look at Dohoon. He sighs and walks towards his belongings, getting a head start to their van, he didn’t want to be in the room anymore. He felt the others’ stares following him out but he didn’t find it in himself to care. Not when neither of them felt like the familiar gaze of Jihoon.
After getting home Dohoon barely made it into his room before Junghwan followed behind him and locked the door. He stared at the older blankly, “What about Jihoon? He’s going to try to come in.” The other, instead of acknowledging what he said, pushed Dohoon to sit down. “I haven’t changed yet I’m not sitting on my bed.” Junghwan simply sighed softly and nodded, “Speaking of Jihoon, did something happen between you two?”
There it was, the question. He stares at the older for a bit, but the intensity of his stare makes him look down at the ground, his teeth catching his bottom lip in nervousness. “Hyung…” Dohoon wanted to tell him, he really did, but that meant opening a can of worms he wasn’t sure he was ready to open yet. “I don’t think I can tell you everything but… something did happen. But also kind of not? I did something really mean around a few days ago–but I apologized right away! I thought things were fine but I think he’s still upset with me or something…” As he explained his eyes started betraying him, tearing up despite his efforts. Junghwan immediately pulled him into a hug, soothingly rubbing his back. “Maybe he still feels hurt about whatever you did?” Dohoon buried his face into Junghwan’s neck at what he said, because… he did think about that. “Why doesn’t he just tell me—”
The two men startle when they hear the doorknob move. The person on the other side stayed silent, no knock or words. “Wait a little bit, okay Jihoonie? Hyung is doing something important with Dohoon.” Junghwan said loudly, whether Jihoon heard or not he just walked away, his steps heavy down the hall. It was uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet and bereft of any complaints. Usually he’d start playfully whining, him and Junghwan both pick up on the weird behavior, looking at each other in defeat. “Maybe talk to him and ask?” He suggested.
“He won’t even look at me hyung. Much less speak to me.”
Junghwan brought his hand up to Dohoon’s head, pushing it towards his neck in an act of reassurance. He brought his fingers to play with the younger’s hair, “Let’s wait a bit okay? Maybe after a bit he’ll feel ready enough to talk to you. And if he doesn’t I’ll talk to him myself, alright Dohoonie?” The other nodded, letting out a muffled ‘Okay, thank you hyung.’
He gave one last head pat to the younger before leaving the room. Dohoon already missed his reassurance, this whole situation with Jihoon was making him feel restless. However, he took this time to quickly change into his pajamas, hoping Jihoon wouldn’t walk in during it. Fortunately for him, the younger man didn’t walk into the room.
In fact, Dohoon waited for a while for Jihoon to come to the room but he could only hear him talking with the others. He tried not to think too hard about how much fun he was having without him, it left him in their shared room thinking about what he could have done wrong. Surely it still wasn’t about the prank right? Had he done something that unintentionally got on his nerves? It was difficult to even look for what he could have possibly done, Jihoon doesn’t actually seem to be angry at him, he was just acting strange around him.
Maybe Junghwan was right, he just had to wait for Jihoon himself to be ready to talk things out with him. But how long was that going to take? Would he actually be able to wait? This is going to drive him crazy.
Jihoon didn’t come back into the room until late at night, Dohoon heard the door open at midnight, he was waiting like a pathetic yearner. But it wasn’t his fault! He had been trying to sleep but his brain must have had too much going on since he was struggling to go into slumber. He tried not to look at him as he passed by, but he heard him stop for a second, for what? He doesn't know. But as he heard him lay down on the bed he got the sudden overwhelming urge to climb onto bed with him, to help him sleep.
“Jihoonie?” He tried, hoping the other would answer him. The other hummed in response, sounding a bit tired. Dohoon was a bit nervous to ask, he’s highly likely to get rejected but he doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep tonight without company. “Can I sleep with you?” He looked at the divider between their beds, eyes staring at the place where he’d be able to see Jihoon if it weren’t there. The other hadn’t said anything yet, the only sound being a sharp intake of breath. He could practically hear the thoughts running through his head and that simple fact brings a dull ache in his heart when that question usually would have been answered with no hesitation.
“Sorry Dohoon hyung, I want to sleep alone tonight.”
Ouch. He knew not to expect too much but somewhere deep down he was hoping that the avoidance was all in his head. Being outright rejected comfort from one of his favorite people in the world hurts. With tears silently running down his face he mumbled a quiet “Okay s-sorry.” He softly wiped the wet streaks with his hands, annoyed at himself that they were falling in the first place, had he really gotten this weak? He really was becoming an F. Maybe Junghwan was still awake? It’d be a little awkward but he was genuinely struggling to go to sleep, if not their leader he could go to Kyungmin’s and Hanjin’s shared room as well.
However the moment he got up he heard Jihoon make a confused noise. “Where are you going?” Dohoon almost didn’t want to answer him but he knew that’d do more bad than good. “I… I can’t sleep so I want to see if Junghwan hyung is awake.” Thankfully his voice didn’t break, at least he could slightly control that.
“Don’t.” Dohoon paused in his tracks at what Jihoon said, confused. There was something in the other’s voice, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “He’s asleep, just stay here.” The older’s eyebrows furrowed, didn’t he just say he couldn't sleep? The other didn’t want him to sleep in his bed so he was respecting his decision while looking for some other comfort. Was he being so cruel to Dohoon that he didn’t want him to find comfort? “I can’t sleep Jihoon. Maybe it’ll be better for me to go sleep with someone else. If Junghwan hyung is asleep I’ll go to Hanjin instead maybe.”
He heard Jihoon click his tongue in what sounded like annoyance, Dohoon had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, surely he had to realize he was being unreasonable. “Lay back down. I’ll… sing, hopefully that can help.” Somewhere inside Dohoon wanted to ignore him and leave the room, but Jihoon sounded really firm—serious. So he took his body and threw it back onto his bed, his lips pursed into a small pout at the conflicting behavior coming from the man on the other side of the room.
The frustration however, seeped out of his body once Jihoon’s soothing voice rang throughout the room. Dohoon even joined and started harmonizing with him. And regardless of how things are with the younger currently, he felt himself finally dozing off, his voice giving out the more the song went on. His world plunges into the darkness he’s been trying to go under for hours now, done easily because of Jihoon’s warm vocals.
It has been a week. A week and Jihoon was still playing this weird hot and cold game with him. He had been relying on Junghwan and the talk with him to not snap at him and make things worse. But his expectations for the other to talk to him has disappeared, he’s almost accepted that the other is hell-bent on treating him like this.
Jihoon was the person he would always spend time with, but these days he’s being glued to Junghwan, simply because he’s the only one he’s specifically told about what’s going on between him and Jihoon. There was something strange going on though, whenever he brings up the oldest around his roommate he goes silent and even looks annoyed. Dohoon doesn’t know why.
At some point during the week, during practice, when their leader had his arm around Dohoon’s waist Jihoon had pushed it away and replaced it with his own hands. It confused both Junghwan and Dohoon. More so when not even a second later he glared at the leader and told him to keep his ‘hands off.’ Dohoon really wanted to talk to him about it but every time he tried to get a word out Jihoon would pull away and act as if nothing had ever happened.
It was currently their day off and everyone had gone off to do their own thing, he tried looking for Junghwan but noticed he was gone. He didn’t quite know where he went and the only person home was Jihoon. Mustering up the courage he went to the living room and found him on his phone on the couch. “Jihoonie, do you know where Shinyu hyung went?”
The other clicked his tongue in annoyance. “No. I don’t.”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“No. I don’t care where he went.”
Dohoon was starting to get annoyed, the way Jihoon was talking to him seemed very dismissive, much more than usual, and frankly—rude.
“What’s up with you recently?” The older of the two yelled out.
“What do you mean?” Jihoon asked with a scoff. Eyeing Dohoon down like he had offended the other somehow. Dohoon’s fist balled in anger, the audacity of the other to feign innocence like nothing was wrong. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! Even Shinyu hyung noticed—”
“Shinyu hyung this, Shinyu hyung that! Do you talk about anything else?!” Jihoon suddenly shouted, standing up from his position on the couch and glaring at Dohoon. Surprised by the sudden outburst, the taller man stayed silent, one because he was confused, but also because he wanted the other to keep going.
“Why have you been spending so much time with him recently?!”
“Because he’s actually treating me like a person in his life! You’ve been avoiding me and I told him about it so I wouldn’t be miserable by myself! He’s been helping me not go insane! I’ve been waiting for so long for you to tell me what I did wrong!”
“I like you!”
Dohoon froze. The whole room’s tension suddenly dropped. Jihoon’s arms slumped to his side, his whole body looking defeated. “I like you a lot, you didn’t do anything wrong. But when you fake confessed to me I wanted it to be real so bad. But since you said it was just a joke I thought distancing myself a bit would make the feelings for you die down. But it’s been driving me insane instead. Seeing you be all buddy-buddy with Junghwan hyung, seeing your face fall whenever I reject any of your offers to hang out…”
Dohoon stared patiently as Jihoon poured out what he had been feeling for weeks now. His heart was cracking at everything the poor guy had been through—all because of him and his stupid prank.
“I’m sorry Dohoon hyung for hurting you. I was being selfish and thought only about myself. I just felt guilty about my feelings for you already knowing you don’t feel the same. I promise—”
“Jihoon, I lied.” Dohoon hastily let out, interrupting whatever Jihoon was about to say, he had to let him know the truth.
“I lied about it being just a prank. I have had feelings for you for a long time now. I just said it was a lie because I was scared…” He walked up to the shorter man, stood in front of him and took both of his hands as he looked into the other’s eyes. There was a swirl of emotions portrayed in them, confusion, disbelief, and most of all—hope. He kept going, “I thought maybe… you wouldn’t feel the same. And I would have rather lived with the feelings on my own than possibly ruin our friendship. But either way I guess the decision I made did that anyway…”
Jihoon stared at Dohoon in awe, he cupped the taller’s face with his hands and looked deep into his brown irises. The slight sheen of unshed tears and the slight furrow of his eyebrows, but most prominently, seriousness. Dohoon was not going to let Jihoon think he didn’t reciprocate his feelings.
“Really…?”
Dohoon reached up and put his hand over the hand Jihoon still had on his cheek and nodded. His expression was fond and soft for the man before him, “Yes really.”
The two stared into each other’s eyes in affection, the thought that their recent behavior leading up to this was stupid, but in retrospect, it was almost silly. Silence stretched on for a long time as they were simply taking in what had just transpired, but it was broken by Jihoon who quietly asked, “Hyung, can I kiss you?”
The blood quickly rushed up to his face at the younger’s words, but he nodded frantically, as if pleading. Jihoon found it absurdly cute, but to be fair he finds everything about Dohoon cute.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, merely slotting them together and moving in a rhythmic dance. Jihoon slid his hand up to grasp Dohoon’s jaw, tilting it ever so slightly, causing the kiss to become deeper. The younger has been wanting this for a long time now and he finally has Dohoon where he wants him. His hand moves from Dohoon’s jaw and moves to grab the base of his neck, pulling the older harder against him, the roughness slightly throwing the taller man off balance.
Dohoon felt his face flush deeper at a tongue flicking between his lips, begging for entrance, which he granted desperately. He feels the wet muscle explore each and every crevice, Jihoon relentlessly pushing himself into Dohoon, experimentally gripping the other’s hair and giving it a small tug, satisfied with himself at the whimper that came out of the taller man.
They pulled apart to breath and Jihoon instead targeted Dohoon’s neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to his collarbone. Keeping track in his mind which areas made Dohoon softly gasp and shake. “Jihoon—!” He moaned when Jihoon pulled his head back by the hair and bit a particular area in between the juncture of his shoulder and neck.
Jihoon looked up and smirked at the state he already had the older in, breathless, lips swollen and shiny, hair a mess, and face a beautiful shade of red. The shorter man pushed the other onto the couch in an act of impatience, already getting his hands on him again, a hand on his thigh and the other on his slim waist. Dohoon surges for a kiss again, this time more heated and messy than their last, moaning into the kiss when Jihoon squeezes his thigh.
He enthusiastically throws a leg over Jihoon’s, successfully straddling him, cupping his face and bringing it closer. Jihoon moved his hand from Dohoon’s thigh and maneuvered it to join his other hand around Dohoon’s waist, pulling his body roughly against him. Dohoon leaned further into the kiss, his brain melting from how good he felt.
He was so delirious he didn’t even know when he had started grinding down onto Jihoon’s clothed erection, only realizing when the other let out a groan. Dohoon momentarily stopped—scared that he was going too far, but Jihoon gripped his waist harder and encouraged him to keep going.
“That’s it, keep going Dohoon.” The lack of honorifics had Dohoon glaring at him, “Yah, don’t get too comfortable now.” He breathed out, gasping softly towards the end due to Jihoon grinding his hips as well, meeting Dohoon’s.
“What? You don’t like it?” The younger’s lips lightly trailed the other’s neck up to his ear, and licked it with a sensual whisper, “Doesn’t Jihoon hyung sound better?” A small curse left Dohoon’s lips at the words, his movements becoming more frantic—desperate to chase his release. “I’m–I’m not calling you that.”
Jihoon merely giggled, making Dohoon’s face get impossibly redder in embarrassment. The bubbling heat was building up inside Dohoon the more it kept going, his body was so warm it felt like it was on fire, his heart beating frantically in his chest. “J-Jihoon– Ah, please.” He whimpered when he felt him slip his hands under his shirt, mapping out the smooth skin with his fingers, hiding his face into the crook of Jihoon’s neck in a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
Jihoon smirked in achievement at the small tremble in the other’s body, more so at the wet gasp that left Dohoon when his fingers reached his perked nipples. Dohoon’s back arched and his hips stuttered, unable to keep his movements going. Jihoon grabbed his nape, which was still at his neck, and growled into his ear, “Don’t stop, puppy.” A loud whimper cut through the sounds of their pants rubbing together.
“I– But.. Hah…J-Jihoon–” Dohoon’s voice cracked, breathy moans interrupting his sentence. He whined in desperation when he felt the other stop his movements, leaving it all up to the older. But the other simply pulled and twisted his nipples, not giving him any mercy. Dohoon lifted his head from Jihoon’s neck and met his gaze, an intense heat pooling in his eyes. Jihoon felt more blood rush to his cock at the wet tears pooling in Dohoon’s eyes, threatening to spill the more he kept going with the torture on his chest.
“What do you say, puppy?”
Despite the glare Dohoon wanted to give him, the onslaught of pleasure was making it hard for him to, Jihoon instead melted at the lust and pleading look in Dohoon’s eyes. He finally gave his chest a break, his hands gliding down to grab the hem of his shirt and pulling it over. Jihoon still wasn’t done however, and closed his mouth around the right puffy nipple, his hand coming up to continue his ministrations on the other.
Dohoon starts panting faster, his lips open in small wet hiccups, tears streaming down his face. Jihoon can hear him getting close, and in a sudden desire to be mean, puts his hands on Dohoon’s hips and grips him tightly, halting his movements.
“Please!” The other sobbed, more tears streaming down his face, Jihoon deeply exhaled as he felt his cock twitch. “Please? Please what?” Dohoon whined, punching Jihoon with a pout, it made Jihoon’s heart swell in affection. He leaned back into his ear and bit his lobe, licking a stripe down his neck. A needy moan escaped Dohoon and he tried rutting his hips again, only to be stopped by Jihoon’s relentless grip on him.
“P-Please, Jihoon hyung… please?”
Jihoon growled and finally rolled his hips upwards, guiding Dohoon’s to meet him, the black haired man was surely going to develop bruises from how hard Jihoon was grabbing him, but the thought only made his brain turn into mush. And to make things worse (or better?) Jihoon grabbed his chin and tilted it upward to look at him and said, “God Dohoon you’re so pretty.” His brain short-circuited at the comment, his dick twitching in his pants. “So pretty for me, only for me.”
He pulls Dohoon down towards his clothed cock and revels in the desperate sounds coming from the man on his lap. “O-Only for you.”
The other was so adorable in Jihoon’s eyes, “Good boy.” He whispers, enjoying how that made him flinch and shake, a sinful moan escaping from his lips. “You’re mine.” Jihoon growled, pulling the other into a kiss again. Dohoon nods frantically, “Yours.” He says softly into the kiss, his arms crossed around Jihoon’s neck, tightening when the other shoves his way into Dohoon’s mouth, and moaning when Jihoon takes his bottom lip between his teeth and bites.
They’re both still in the living room, the chance that the other members come back is high, maybe next time they could go further. Just the thought was getting Jihoon excited, finally being able to have his way with Dohoon and have him underneath him, with the same flushed face, pleading look, a whimpering mess all for him. His stomach churned in hot pleasure, nearing more towards his climax.
Dohoon felt ashamed with how debauched he already felt, there hadn’t been any skin to skin contact and yet Jihoon still had him begging and overwhelmed with lust. “Faster hyung, yes, oh.” A breathy moan left his mouth at the sheer tightness of Jihoon’s grip—possessive almost. As if he was trying to brand Dohoon’s body with his marks, the idea makes the knot in his stomach form larger.
“I-I’m s’close hyung.” Dohoon slurred, his movements becoming more frantic. In response, Jihoon feels the giddiness in his chest increase tenfold, he hadn’t actually expected Dohoon to call him hyung, but he’s not at all complaining, it made everything so much hotter.
“Does it feel good puppy?”
“M-Mhm. Yes hyung, yes. You make me feel so good.” He babbles, new tears streaming down his face the closer he gets to his release.
“Can I cum? Please. I’ve been so good please?”
Jihoon groaned, Dohoon was perfect, “Yes, yes puppy. You’ve been so good. You’re the most gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes upon. Cum for hyung.” He said as he wiped the other’s cheeks gently.
Dohoon’s vision white out at the praise, finally reaching the climax he had oh so desperately been chasing. The damp wetness in his pants spread in his underwear, making him feel slightly gross. But Jihoon had just made him reach a height he had never in his life felt before. The other was still rocking his hips on his, the view of Dohoon with dried tear tracks on his pretty flushed face and small hiccups enough to drive him to the edge. He continues rocking Dohoon’s hips down—the other perfectly pliant for Jihoon, until he also reaches his climax, coming in his pants along with Dohoon.
The silence stretched on for a beat, their shallow breaths being the only audible thing in the room before Dohoon finally breaks out of it, his mind finally catching up. He tried to move, but his movement was stopped by Jihoon holding him down, pressing him down by his hips. This made their oversensitive dicks rut against each other, Dohoon whining in overstimulation. “Jihoon we– we have to get cleaned. We’re lucky no one walked in on us.”
“...Did your dick seriously twitch?! Why does that turn you on!”
Jihoon buried his head deeper into Dohoon’s neck in embarrassment, “It’s hard not to get turned on when it involves you.”
Dohoon’s face flushed, “Yah. Stop it.”
As he thought back to what happened the more embarrassed he got, because, “There’s no way I called you hyung. I was seriously out of my mind.” He covered his face in shame, unwilling to admit that it was equally a turn on for him as it was for Jihoon.
Jihoon laughs fondly at the older, grabbing his wrists and pulling them from his face. “It’s okay, it was cute hyung.” Dohoon cutely pouts and turns to look at the wall, not able to bring himself to make eye contact with the younger.
“Seriously, you were so cute! And so hot.”
Dohoon quickly got to his feet, embarrassed beyond words. But Jihoon forcefully pulled him back onto him, “Let me go!” Instead of listening, the other scooped the older up into his arm, carrying him to the bathroom. “I can walk on my own Jihoon!”
“I know, but I wanna take you there myself, princess treatment for my favorite princess!” Dohoon crossed his arms in faux annoyance, secretly enjoying the care from Jihoon. “Princess?”
“Yes. My princess. Hopefully my boyfriend too?” He asked Dohoon with a stupidly cute grin on his face. How could Dohoon refuse? Not that he was even thinking of it.
“Obviously.”
After getting washed up and changing into new clothes the two cuddled on Jihoon’s bed, simply relishing in each other’s presence quietly. They heard the footsteps of the other guys occasionally come in, all of them arriving home one after the other in intervals. Jihoon was currently buried so deep into Dohoon’s chest that the blanket wrapped around them was covering him completely. He was exactly where he wanted to be, hands wrapped around Dohoon’s waist and breathing in his comforting scent.
Their serene silence was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by Junghwan’s voice, “Dohoonie?”
The mentioned man heard Jihoon’s grip tighten and let out a ‘tch’. He got up from his comfortable position to yell at the door as if it were the cause of his annoyance. “He’s busy!”
Dohoon couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “You’re jealous?” He asked the younger man, laughing when he felt the hold around his waist tighten even more.
“You don’t know how angry I was when you and Junghwan were attached to the hip. It was driving me crazy, seriously.” He groaned dramatically, as if the memories coming back to him were getting him worked up all over again.
As if to sooth himself Jihoon started nipping at Dohoon’s collarbone, biting here and there. Dohoon’s breath hitched, calling Jihoon’s name in warning. The younger softly whined, sucking onto the skin on his neck to mark it up.” Jihoon the stylist noonas are going to complain–”
“Let them, I don’t care.”
Dohoon tried holding back a moan as Jihoon started sucking harder and making more bruises on his neck. Jihoon looked down at his masterpiece, multiple dark red and purple splotches littered Dohoon’s neck, along with Dohoon’s red face and heavy panting. He felt blood rush to his cock at how ruined he already looked. “I can’t wait until our next free day so I can fuck you.”
The other’s flush crawled down his neck and to the tips of his ears. “You can’t just say that!”
Jihoon grabbed the other’s wrists and turned to flip on top of him, effectively pinning him down to the bed. Dohoon was so cute staring up at him in confusion and with a hint of desire, but for now he simply leaned down and pecked him on the lips, adoring the way Dohoon chased his lips needily.
“You’re so cute.” He whispered, placing his thumb on Dohoon’s plump bottom lip. The other took Jihoon’s thumb in his mouth, pupils blown wide in lust, moaning sensually around the digit. Heat quickly bloomed in Jihoon’s abdomen, the utter want for the man under him was driving him insane, his restraint threatening to break. He pushed his finger down, pressing down on the wet muscle of Dohoon’s tongue down, making the older whimper around his thumb, slightly muffled. Drool was beginning to pool down but neither of them cared.
“Dinner’s ready!” They heard Youngjae’s voice ring out from their door.
The two looked in each other’s eyes for a bit longer, Jihoon pushing his finger deeper into Dohoon’s mouth, satisfied with the choked noise the other made before pulling his finger out, a string of saliva connecting his thumb and Dohoon’s tongue.
“Yeah, I can’t wait until we get the whole dorm to ourselves.”