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“Jeonginnie, my zipper’s stuck.”
Jeongin wants that familiar whine to never stop calling his name.
“You can't fix it yourself?”
“I want you to do it.”
Seungmin's innocent smile will be the death of him one day—unless he's already dead, and everything he's witnessing is bestowed upon him from, ironically, heaven.
His twin brother is awfully useless, despite being “older.” Eight minutes apart, to be exact, and although they're still the same age, the honorific “hyung” slips from Seungmin's tongue more often than it should. Jeongin should complain, but the only one to blame is himself. After all, he's conditioned his brother to rely on him a bit too much.
The bedroom door is opened with the kitchen's clatter at maximum volume. Seungmin stands in front of it, fiddling with the zipper on his grey hoodie that appears to be stuck halfway. “I don't get it. It's not like the fabric's caught onto the teeth,” he says.
Jeongin laughs as he gets up from his bed. “Keep tugging it and you'll do something way worse to the fabric.”
Upon closer inspection, Seungmin's new pair of jeans has made an appearance. They fit quite well, but of course Jeongin would know; he bought them. Seungmin's complaints regarding the price still ring in his ears, but it's easy to tune out knowing he spoiled his brother with expensive clothing. Those jeans are baggy enough to hide his slim legs. Jeongin smiles at the fact that only he knows what Seungmin's body truly looks like.
Speaking of jeans, he realizes that Seungmin must be going out. Jeongin was never informed of his plans.
“Where are you going, hyung?” he asks as his knuckles press against Seungmin's chest, fingers pinching at the zipper, waiting for an answer before he moves.
“Campus library.” Seungmin lays his hand on top of Jeongin's—a natural, feathery touch. “I told you about my psycholinguistics project, right?”
Jeongin leans in, close enough for Seungmin's warm breaths to tickle his nose and philtrum. He's using Jeongin's vanilla perfume.
“The group project?”
If Seungmin’s talking about the contents of the project, then Jeongin isn't listening. The way his brother's adam's apple bobs and his soft, puppy-like eyes gaze into him is hypnotic, only letting Jeongin's hand move as it works its way through the zipper. A small piece of fabric really is stuck in the teeth. How Seungmin and his attentiveness missed it is beyond Jeongin, but he has no reason to chide when he gets to help his twin and close the distance.
“Oh, and Minjae's in our group too.” Seungmin says, driving Jeongin away from his thoughts.
Minjae?
The zipper frees itself, leaving the hoodie opened with a quick “thank you” following the gesture.
Minjae?
“Uh, yeah,” he mumbles.
Minjae. That boy is always too friendly towards Seungmin. Jeongin as well, like when they bumped into each other at a cafe last week. Who reels someone into a hug and pats their chest the second they see them? It's not like either of them are that close with Minjae. He sits next to Seungmin, but Seungmin never brings him up unless he's done something noteworthy, which has only ever been his odd physical affection. His favourite food? What he does in his free time? Seungmin can't say, yet he's more familiar with how callous Minjae's hands are and how much more toned he's gotten.
Seungmin laughs, holding onto Jeongin's forearms, fingers tracing his muscles. “I know you're not that fond of him, but he's knowledgeable. He's a good groupmate, that's all.”
How reassuring.
Jeongin sighs through his nose. It's not any better seeing Seungmin smile and compliment that man. It's not any better knowing he won't get to observe his brother interacting with someone he just can't stomach.
Or, perhaps he can, as he says, “I'll come with you.”
They exit the bedroom, hearing their parents’ chatter in the kitchen growing louder—something about lacking some packaged food, then to buying some for their business trip tomorrow. Jeongin mentally grins at the reminder, until Seungmin turns it back into a frown.
“What business do you have at the campus library?” he asks with a glint in his eyes.
Isn't it obvious? “To watch you?” Jeongin replies.
Seungmin chuckles as he rolls his eyes. He grabs his backpack from the couch and makes his way to the door with Jeongin trailing behind him like a duckling. “Wait until your gap year is over, then you can hover over me all you want while saying you're just doing your assignments.”
“Seungmin-ah, are you leaving?” Their mother's voice cuts through the kitchen.
“Yes, Mom!” He slips into his sneakers.
“Okay, can you do a bit of grocery shopping for us? I'll send you a list!”
“I will, Mom!”
Jeongin pays no attention to their exchange. The tank top Seungmin is wearing steals his gaze—isn't that Jeongin's? Except it appears tighter than it used to be, and Jeongin's build is bulkier. In all fairness, it is susceptible to shrinking—it’s a matching one he bought with Seungmin about a couple of years ago. Despite that, Seungmin constantly steals Jeongin's half of the set. At least he leaves his scent all over the tank top.
Jeongin swallows at the thought.
It's worse when his gaze lands on Seungmin's chest. The tightness of the tank top accentuates his small curves, a shadow fighting to peek from underneath. Oversized and baggy clothing is a staple in Seungmin's wardrobe, and this is the opposite. A blessing in disguise, Jeongin would call it. Seungmin's lean all over, with some evidence of his chest workouts. He stands just barely over Jeongin's height, yet he's rather small in most places. Nothing to some, but everything to Jeongin. How could he not love how lithe and cute his brother’s frame is? It's just admiration. Plus, no one ever sees it besides him and their parents.
…Until now, Jeongin realizes.
That soft and small chest will be visible to Seungmin’s group mates. To Minjae.
Wonderful.
It’s too late to tell Seungmin to change. A shame, considering Seungmin will listen to Jeongin’s orders no matter what, even with some bratty pushing here and there. Throw out a water bottle? Give him a towel when he forgets one after a shower? Seungmin's a loyal puppy, fulfilling it all. Although Jeongin could make him stay instead of getting close to other men, he's not stupid. Seungmin's grade plummeting would shatter him and their relationship.
It can't be helped.
Seungmin gives a quick glance and smile at Jeongin before opening the door. “I'll be home before dinner,” he says.
The door shuts before Jeongin could respond.
Evening. That's too long. Sure, he's been separated from Seungmin for longer than that, but he can't shake off his furrowed eyebrows and heated chest at the thought of Seungmin being alone with other guys and Minjae of all people. Seriously. Why him?
Jeongin sighs as he drags himself back to his room. He could continue sorting through daycare documentation he's received to be completed by Monday, but being reminded that he can't be an actual daycare attendant just yet wouldn't do well for his current mood. He figures he should help their mother and father with whatever their pre-trip preparation needs, so he traipses to the kitchen. Perhaps it will take his mind off of Seungmin.
Except it doesn't.
But of course, they're a family. Of course Jeongin's twin brother and their parents’ son would sneak into the conversation by name. Besides the grocery request, their father mentions how Jeongin seemed to have gained more muscle these days. At least his workouts are paying off. Yet, it rounds back to Seungmin, with their mother highlighting the differences between fraternal twins; the contrast in their bodies further shows it.
Awful.
Seungmin's body won't get out of Jeongin's head, and now the burning in his scalp returns, along with his bottom lip frayed by his teeth. Students and those groupmates will get a taste of just how slim Seungmin's waist is, how it's a perfect shape for Jeongin's arms to wrap around, how his chest is small and soft, how his torso moulds right into Jeongin whenever their hugs last just a second longer than normal. Seungmin seldom wears shorts on campus, and if one day he decides on it, corrosive bile would spare no mercy against Jeongin's throat.
The feeling itself isn't new. He doesn't remember how many times he felt close to snapping whenever someone perceives his brother in a different way. Part of him would feel rightfully bad for Seungmin growing up, seeing as he made little effort to keep a lot of friends. Yongbok, Jisung, and Hyunjin had been in different classrooms for high school, but the five of them always met up for lunch, and according to Seungmin, that's enough to be satisfied. However, another part of Jeongin is grateful. Grateful that Seungmin doesn't actually mind a small circle; grateful that their friends are mutual. If anything, Seungmin would only ever hang out with Jeongin the most. Glances and teases would come about, but what do they know? It's not Jeongin's fault that Seungmin relies on him, and it's not Seungmin's fault that Jeongin knows him the best.
He knows it's not exactly… healthy. But what matter does health have? Physically, he's fine. Their parents spoil them with the best home-cooked meals, and Jeongin consistently works out. Mentally, he's happy—well, not at the moment, knowing Seungmin is with Minjae without Jeongin around—but he's happy. How could he not be when he's given a cute, puppy-like twin brother? Their parents are wonderful too, of course, but if he had to spend forever with anyone, of course it would be Seungmin.
And he's happy, knowing Seungmin shares the same sentiment.
Jeongin retreats to his room once their parents shoo him away, assuring him that they don't need any more help. As much as Jeongin would love to further tone down their workload, he sighs with relief, escaping a heated reminder about his brother's whereabouts. He should continue with those documents. That'll clear his mind. Taking a seat at his desk, he plops his earbuds in and stretches. Seungmin should be home in about four hours.
More like four hundred.
⋆✦⋆
With a groan, Jeongin slumps against his chair.
Attached files stare at him, patting him on the back for accomplishing his work. One of the coordinators had already replied to his email as well. Had she been staring at her computer screen the whole day? How does one send a reply not even a minute after receiving an email?
Though, he can't deny that it's unfamiliar behaviour. It's not uncommon for Jeongin to send instant replies to Seungmin, even in the middle of work. Who can blame him? He's bored and finished with on-site tasks within an hour, leaving many more for him to contemplate his career choices. All he wants to do is to actually teach children, not sit at a desk staring at paperwork—that, and being with his brother, who's begun working through his master's degree. It's a shame he's such a diligent student. Their distance after undergrad is undeniable, yet Seungmin still spares his in-between-class times to text Jeongin. It's endearing.
Jeongin shuts his laptop and stores his earbuds away, still at his desk as he stares at the ceiling, covered with a few glow-in-the-dark stars from his childhood, back when he and Seungmin shared a room. As much as they both value privacy, Jeongin finds it ironic that Seungmin slips into his bed from time to time. He's more than grateful. Those soft, pink lips parted as Seungmin breathes with his cheek squished against the pillow are a sight for sore eyes. Jeongin never touches him—though he wants to—but on occasion, Seungmin asks to be held. He never questions it; perhaps it's a nightmare, or Seungmin had a terrible day, which he is reluctant to show through his expressions. Just hold Seungmin close, chest to back, pat his stomach lightly while he sniffles. It's just comfort. Brotherly comfort and affection.
Except, to Jeongin, it feels different.
He's about to close his eyes, his stomach warm as his hand involuntarily travels down, when the door creaks open, and Jeongin grasps onto the armrests.
“Hi Innie.”
Seungmin's back.
A weight inside his chest disappears.
“Welcome back,” he replies as Seungmin walks in and shuts the door. But he appears… different. Those aren't the same clothes he left with.
Just when panic attempts to seep in, Jeongin examines the clothes further, realizing they're Seungmin's typical house clothes. His hair is also rather damp. Did his earbuds cancel that much noise? He'll have to give them their flowers.
“Did you come home earlier?”
Seungmin lies down on the bed, legs dangling off the edge. He nods. “Didn't want my outdoor germs on your bed. Did you not hear me come home?”
Like magnets, Jeongin finds himself moving to his bed and lies right next to Seungmin. For a brief second, he considers laying on top of his brother instead. “I had earbuds in. Guess I didn't hear you.”
“Is your music more important than me?” Seungmin jokes, poking Jeongin's arm. More important than Seungmin? What could possibly be more important than him?
Jeongin laughs. “Not at all.”
For a brief second, he once again considers lying on top of Seungmin. For another brief second, he considers merely turning his body to face him, in hopes that Seungmin will do the same. In hopes that their lips are only a couple of centimeters away.
Normal thoughts. Not to the majority, by all means, but to Jeongin. Of course he wouldn't actually do any of this. He can only entertain a corrupt and sinful fantasy in his head, and that's more than enough, as long as Seungmin's happy.
“Project went well, by the way,” says Seungmin. “Lucky for you, we finished, so I'll never be alone with them ever again.”
A blanket of bliss wraps around Jeongin.
“What do you mean, 'lucky for me'?" He laughs, playing it innocent. Jeongin knows exactly what it means, but to see Seungmin agree with such a lighthearted tone and a smile, he clings onto a bit of hope.
In his peripheral vision, Jeongin sees Seungmin turn his head towards him.
He mirrors him.
Isn't that what twins do?
And that brief second turns into reality. Granted, they're farther than he imagined—just enough to see each other's faces in full.
“Come on, you were the one getting all grumpy that I'd breathe the same enclosed air as Minjae.” Seungmin pokes Jeongin's dimple, the tip of his finger slotting perfectly. They were moulded for each other, after all.
“And it's justified,” Jeongin replies.
“Of course. I know my baby brother would always look out for me.”
Oh, he doesn't understand how lethal he is.
Jeongin laughs. Not out of humour, but to distract himself. “You really hold onto that eight-minute age gap like your life depends on it.” His cheeks grow cold at the loss of touch.
“You're the one calling me hyung, so it's only fair.”
“You call me hyung too.”
“Should I do it more often?”
Every cell in his body screams yes. At this rate, Jeongin will have to flip onto his stomach. “Of course.”
Seungmin is evil. Not as much as Jeongin, so he'd like to think, but undeniably evil. The sin relishes in Seungmin's naivety. None of what he says matches his intentions. He must have a pure heart, with nothing but a typical adoration for his twin and a lack of implication. Jeongin's tainted morals are a contrast to it, and because of how oblivious Seungmin is, he means what he says and receives affection in response.
“Okay, hyung.” Seungmin laughs, but Jeongin only smiles.
It's a miracle that Jeongin has survived these twenty-two years like this. Even more with the last eight years of his life feeling this way.
To his misfortune, Seungmin looks up at the ceiling again, sparing nothing but a soft rosy cheek and the birthmark on his ear. His eyes dart around as he fidgets with his fingers over his chest. “But, um, there's one thing I haven't mentioned yet.”
Jeongin is no stranger to Seungmin's mannerisms. They're twins, after all. He'd say he's better at detecting them than their parents.
He brushes his knuckles against Seungmin's shoulder. “You can tell hyung anything,” he says delicately. Seungmin chuckles a little at the hyung bit continuing.
“Well, Minjae—he asked me out.”
What.
Jeongin's fingers stiffen.
“Look, I know you don't like him and—”
“You rejected him, right?"
Seungmin turns his head again. A meek smile graces his lips. “I know you don't like him, Innie, but I did say yes.”
Oh.
“Before you say anything, I don't have any feelings for him.”
As if that makes it better.
“I told him that, and he said he didn't mind, but would still like to go on a date anyways.” He turns his whole body, now lying on his side, towards Jeongin. “Said it might change my mind, but I dunno. We're going out tomorrow.”
Gasoline oozes over Jeongin's body, a lit match just a breath away. Weights cave into his chest. His throat shrivels up. Change his mind? He better not. Who does Minjae think he is anyway? Someone as bothersome as him doesn't deserve to steal Seungmin's first relationship, or his first kiss, or his—
“Innie, I'll be fine, don't worry. I only see him as a friend.” Seungmin pats his chest, fingers lingering close to dangerous territory for too long.
"Well, you shouldn't see him as a friend either,” he mumbles.
Seungmin has the audacity to laugh. “He's far down the hierarchy. Yongbok, Jisung, and Hyunjin are on a true friend level,” he gestures slices of the hierarchy with his hand, “and you're at the very top.”
It's not the most reassuring, but the weights crushing him finally disappear. He gives Seungmin a timid smile. “And I should stay on top.”
“You always will.”
At the end of the day, Jeongin can't have Seungmin all to himself. He knows that. As much as he entertains his degenerated fantasies, he knows that. Seungmin is free to be with whoever he wants, and if that includes dating someone as terrible as Minjae, then so be it. He trusts his brother's words, after all. No feelings. No feelings to be caught.
“Where is he taking you?” Jeongin asks reluctantly. If he can't have Seungmin to himself like this, the least he can do is ask for their plans.
Seungmin lies on his back. “Just a typical cafe date. I think multiple, actually. There's a spot he really likes that neither of us went to, so he wants to go there for dinner.” He sighs. “The menu isn't the greatest. It's not really either of our tastes, so I never bothered to take you there.”
Jeongin's heart flutters. How thoughtful of Seungmin to know his tastes and avoid wasting their time.
“Besides the cafes, we'll walk around the Han River, and that's about it. He has family matters in the evening, so we can't be together for that long.”
“Good.” It comes out before he could think of what to say. At least it makes Seungmin laugh.
“Yeah. By then it'll be just you and me, since Mom and Dad will be on their trip.”
Just you and me.
Jeongin's head spins.
Speaking of which, their serene moment is interrupted by their mother, who calls for the twins to come eat dinner. Jeongin internally sighs, having their alone time interrupted. As much as he loves their parents, once Seungmin secures a new job, he's prepared to have his brother all to himself in a new apartment with no one to cut into their time together.
They get off of bed and stretch before heading to the kitchen. The aroma of jjamppong permeates the apartment.
Eating together had been a tradition installed by Seungmin. Not that their parents disliked the idea of having dinner as a family, though. Someone would forget, and someone would simply not be hungry enough to join. Seungmin's meticulousness had set up a perfect time, such that all four of them had the need to eat. It's sweet and endearing, and their mother especially loves the insistence Seungmin carries.
However, as much as Jeongin agrees, he's tainted. In particular, he likes being able to play footsies with Seungmin under the table. Their parents have never known a thing, and if they notice, the twins’ kicks appear rough and close to sibling-like. It certainly isn't, normally. Rather, the warmth they share at their feet is too… intimate. Too gentle. Seungmin probably isn't aware of the implications, but Jeongin? He savours every second.
And sometimes, he does think. He thinks about taking advantage of Seungmin like this. How far would he let his brother go? They've always been close, shared things together, and matched outfits—and Seungmin isn't innocent or stupid by all means. It's just obliviousness.
But how far does that go?
Jeongin goes through a checklist in his head as he nibbles on a piece of shrimp. Would Seungmin shower with him? It's nothing special. Nothing has to happen in the shower. They've played house, and assigned themselves as a mom and dad, but that's what children always do. He thinks of a recent instance of “you probably shouldn't do this with your brother,” but besides lingering touches, cuddles in bed, and sleeping next to each other, everything else is one-sided.
So he thinks.
Well, he doesn't expect someone like Seungmin to masturbate to his own brother, nor to seek out a guy who just so happens to look like him.
He wishes they were mutual.
The twins finish their jjamppong rather quickly, and Jeongin decides to hop into the shower right after. It's a shame that Seungmin had already gone, but Jeongin won't attempt to risk anything, knowing their parents are still here.
The warm water beats against him, dripping down the lines of his muscles. Naturally, he imagines Seungmin with him, his lithe and plush body right in front of him. Drenched. It takes all of his strength to not touch himself, to not beg for his brother's naked body against his damp skin, to not picture his small and cute, flushed cock in Jeongin's large hand, to whisper, telling him he only belongs to Jeongin. He should work out more—perhaps adjust the weights. Clearly, he struggles to push back against his ludicrous thoughts.
Jeongin turns the knob to “cold.” What a mess he is.
His shower lasts slower than he'd like it to, though quick enough for his mother to be surprised at how fast Jeongin finishes. She reminds him of their parents’ business trip, and that doesn't make things better.
With blow-dried hair and a fresh pair of shorts and a tank top, he makes his way into Seungmin's room, who's hunched over his desk, most likely reviewing Friday's material.
“Need a minute?” Jeongin asks.
Seungmin shakes his head. “No, you can stay. I didn't have much to review today.”
Jeongin takes the invitation, sitting on the right side of the bed. Seungmin shuts off the room light and turns on a lamp, its golden glow pouring over the twins over the bed. As much as Jeongin likes the cozy, tranquil atmosphere, he wonders if Seungmin realizes how intimate it feels. Perhaps it's just him and the lust he's poisoned by.
“Jeongin,” Seungmin whispers, "you wanna sleep here tonight?”
Jeongin blinks.
“What's the occasion?”
Seungmin chuckles. “Nothing, nothing. I mean, I'm still a little wary of my date with Minjae tomorrow.”
Right. A chunk of Jeongin's mood sours.
“Well, there's nothing to be afraid of if it's a friend, right?”
“Of course not, it's just…” Wind rustles against the trees outside, but it can't overshadow the deep breaths and tension between the twins. Seungmin fidgets with his fingers again. He may have shuffled closer too, but considering it's Jeongin's perception, that might be a hallucination. “It's my first proper date ever since middle school, so…”
The last time Seungmin accepted a date, the girl in question laid out a set of critiques against him. Too boring, too kind, too timid, but also too playful—they made no sense. Seungmin isn't boring, because time passes quick when Jeongin is with him. And what's wrong with kindness and timidness? Plus, Seungmin being playful is what makes him a cute puppy. How could the kid not see it?
But Jeongin doesn't hold a grudge against her. That was a child. Going into a career regarding children, of course he understands and hopes she's changed for the better.
“Honestly, that didn't count,” he replies.
“How did it not?”
“I dunno, it just doesn’t. Neither should this one.” Jeongin grins, and Seungmin laughs.
“Okay, if we count non-romantic ones, then my first would be with you, no?”
Non-romantic. Tragic. Jeongin would love to change that, but there are times where he must suffer as a part of life. Still, he agrees. “That’s the highest honour you could ever receive.”
Seungmin smiles. “My first being with you? I guess so.”
Much to Jeongin’s dismay, the topic dies down eventually. They decide to unwind with a bit of gaming, as they always do.
And if someone asked Jeongin why he’s lost three times in a row, he’d suggest placing a curse on Minjae. Perhaps on Seungmin too, for being a virus to his mental state.
⋆✦⋆
Love is terribly strong.
Much to Jeongin's reluctance, he finishes up Seungmin's outfit with a small silver necklace.
Wide black pants, a boxy white T-shirt, and an olive zip-up, topped off with a black baseball cap—Jeongin never doubts his fashion coordination skills. A shame that such a casual yet alluring outfit is being wasted on Minjae of all people. He should be fine with one of Seungmin's simple hoodies and sweatpants. Such a beautiful sight should only be reserved in situations where Jeongin is present, but he must make Seungmin happy with a fitting presentation for a date. He loves him, after all.
A bit too much.
Seungmin's phone buzzes in his pocket. Judging by his facial expression, it has to be Minjae.
“He's heading to the cafe right now. Guess I gotta hurry up,” he says, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
As they head to the door, Jeongin responds, “Don't let him have you for too long.”
Seungmin smiles as he slips his shoes on. “Mom and Dad are out. I want our alone time to be used to the fullest too.”
He truly doesn't know what he's insinuating.
Jeongin swallows. It takes another burst of power to push back against the forbidden thoughts creeping into his head, lest evidence peek through his shorts. Sunday noon is too early for this.
“See you later, Innie.” Seungmin pulls him into a light hug, arm slung around his shoulders. Subtle mint and rose with a touch of crisp cedarwood fill Jeongin's nose—he bought that fragrance for Seungmin not too long ago. Of course, it's also being wasted on Minjae. He leans too close to Seungmin's neck, taking in a subtle breath to indulge in that floral-fruity scent, before backing away.
The door shuts, and Jeongin stands alone in the apartment, whisked by the faint fragrance that lingers in front of him. He has nothing to do today, and while his local gym is closed for maintenance, he can't be bothered travelling to another one temporarily.
Plus, with just how intense his feelings had amplified within a day, Jeongin would lose his focus on his workout routine. The last time Seungmin tagged along with him to the gym was about a year ago, and with a tight black tank top and skin glistening with sweat, he swore that Seungmin had been staring at him, mouth agape, every now and then, a fuel for Jeongin's delusions. If Seungmin were gross enough, Jeongin would throw his sweaty body onto him, marking him with his perspiration.
Clearing his throat to nobody, Jeongin pads into the kitchen. He might as well make himself lunch.
That bastard Minjae. If not for him, Jeongin could make lunch for Seungmin as well, then feed him directly. The tip of his chopsticks would be covered in Seungmin's saliva—an indirect kiss. Granted, they're always sharing water bottles and ice cream. It's normal. They're just twins. Their saliva is nearly the same anyways. But to Jeongin, it's the many indirect kisses he can use in place of Seungmin's real lips. If he can't have them, he may as well have the next best thing.
Jeongin opens the fridge to leftover rice. Below the container is a carton of eggs, from which he takes two out. Lunch won't be much for today, but at least he'll find motivation for dinner once Seungmin comes home.
At 1 PM, stomach full and satisfied, Jeongin decides to do a bit of overdue closet cleaning.
At 2 PM, he sits on his bed.
At 2:01 PM, his phone buzzes.
Jeongin picks it up in record time. Seungmin's name shines bright on the screen.
Seungmin-hyung ♡
Innie
You here?
Why is he texting Jeongin in the first place? Not that he minds at all, but Seungmin isn't the type to ignore his date like that.
Jeongin mentally shrugs. No use questioning when he gets to talk to his brother, especially when he chose Jeongin over Minjae.
Me
of course I am
always for you
Seungmin-hyung ♡
ㅋㅋㅋ
I'm in the bathroom right now
Minjae had to take a call, so I'm waiting here
Just for his privacy
Even better. The bathroom? That means he's also alone. Jeongin's heart begins to race.
But it doesn't stop there.
Seungmin is diabolical. What business does he have to send a photo of himself in front of the bathroom mirror? Jeongin almost chokes at the almost risqué sight in front of him. His cap is gone, and his forehead’s exposed with water droplets around it, hair slicked back as if he'd just washed his face. The zip-up is also nowhere to be seen, leaving Seungmin in just that boxy white T-shirt. In fact, he even tucked it at one side, showing a sliver of the shape of his waist. The other side has his hand slipped into his pants pocket, thumb curled onto the waistband.
What the fuck.
They've always exchanged photos of each other. It's normal. Confirming where they are and their condition are a priority—the beauty is just a bonus.
But this—this is torture. It's embarrassing how fast his cock chubs in his shorts.
Does Seungmin really, truly know what he's doing?
Seungminnie-hyung ♡
[photo]
Don't worry, my cap and zip-up are being guarded by Minjae
But maybe that just makes you more worried ㅋㅋㅋ
I just washed my face
Even without some accessories, the outfit still looks great
As always, you do a good job at coordination ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Jeongin can't take it anymore.
With a sigh, he tugs his shorts and briefs—Seungmin's briefs—down, pooling them at his mid-thighs, letting his cock spring free. He swallows as the cold air hits him.
It's not the first time he's gotten himself off over his brother's texts, or even just his pictures, and of course, Seungmin doesn't know. He doesn't need to know. He'd rather let Seungmin stay oblivious and continue sending him photos, unintentionally providing him with material. And, on the bright side, he's gotten better at one-hand texting.
Jeongin takes his cock into his left hand, slender fingers wrapping around his length, thumb gliding across the slit. He stifles a moan as they continue to text.
Me
of course I do
but my model makes it come to life
Seungmin-hyung ♡
Your model?
I mean it's not like you have any other models
But I'm honoured I'm the only one
“Fuck,” Jeongin mutters, pumping his cock in slow motions. He rips out a moan as he thrusts into his fist, the image of his cock slipping into his brother's hole burning into his retinas. God, this is so wrong. So, so wrong. He always says this to himself, but when has he ever considered stopping? Not when it feels so good, body engulfed in heat and desire, so wrong yet so right. The thought of getting off on his cute brother burns him, and it feels so, so good.
He settles his phone on top of the mattress, then kneels right over it, just backed up enough to still type. A shaky hand works its way through the keyboard.
Me
too bad my model is showing off to another guy
minjae doesn't deserve to see any of that
Seungmin-hyung ♡
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
He said I looked good
But of course, I told him it was all thanks to you
Beads of precum spurt from the tip, spread across the head and down his length. He picks up the pace, pumping faster with desperate pleas on the edge of escaping his lips. “Please, please…” In his mind, it's all Seungmin. Seungmin. Just Seungmin. Just his precious twin brother who knows none of the filthy atrocities Jeongin is committing at this moment. He fucks into his fist, now distorted into a visual of Seungmin on all fours, hole puffed and pink, taking in Jeongin's cock so well. “Seungmin-ah, fuck, you feel—feel so good,” he rasps, warmth pooling ecstatically in his abdomen from the lack of honorifics.
Meanwhile, Seungmin adds fuel to the fire. Brutal cravings that, no matter what Jeongin does, could never be satisfied.
Seungmin-hyung ♡
Minjae said he's done
I'll be back soon
Love you ㅋㅋㅋ
Love you. Love you. Love you.
Shock waves spread across his body. Jeongin whines as he spills ribbons of white into his fist and all over his phone screen.
Seungmin doesn't say it that often, but whenever he does, it's a special occasion he could never forget. Plus, almost the best orgasm he's ever had in his life.
If he fucked Seungmin, it would have been perfect.
After riding his highs, Jeongin's legs shake and give in. He falls to his front, lying beside his phone now covered in filth. There are wet wipes on his nightstand, which he could barely get ahold of, but he manages to clean the screen and his cock while licking off the residue on his hand. Of course, he imagines it was Seungmin's.
He remains in place, catching his breath from the heat of the moment. Fog slowly dissipates from his head as he tucks his softened cock back in.
When will Seungmin come back?
The clock moves, every tick piercing through Jeongin's skull. Even if he had something to do, how could he focus on anything after Seungmin's texts? Not knowing what he could possibly be doing with Minjae? It's only the first date, and hopefully the last, but the thought of Seungmin falling into Minjae's hypnosis sends a sharp pain through his veins. That should be Jeongin. Jeongin should be hypnotizing Seungmin, tempting him with his charms, and taking his first kiss. His virginity. Of course he won't force anything, lest he kill his relationship with Seungmin. They're still brothers, after all. Twin brothers. Jeongin shouldn't feel this way. He shouldn't be jerking off to his own brother like this, but he can't stop. Never will.
He reluctantly lifts himself off the bed and heads to the living room. There's a drama Hyunjin recommended to him a while ago, but Jeongin intended to watch it with Seungmin. The lack of free time doesn't give them an opportunity. Though, Jeongin knows Seungmin doesn't watch dramas all too often. He'd eventually fall asleep as well, and the thought of Seungmin sleeping on his shoulder excites him.
Jeongin glues himself to the couch for who knows how long, watching the drama anyways. He'll gladly watch it all over again for Seungmin if he must, and the drama itself is actually quite interesting. It successfully clears his brain for the next two hours.
Then, the front door opens.
Jeongin has never sprinted so fast in his life.
“I'm home,” Seungmin calls out. He meets Jeongin with a wide smile, still dressed in every piece of his outfit and smooth hair. Nothing likely happened. Good. “Were you standing in front of the door the whole time like a dog?”
“You're the puppy, if anything.” Jeongin laughs. It's true enough that Seungmin never denies it. He'll bark for fun every now and then and give Jeongin his paw, which is a whole other beast to dissect for some other time.
Seungmin closes his fist, moving it up and down, as if it were a paw. “Mong mong!”
Evil.
Jeongin swallows in an attempt to collect himself as Seungmin kicks off his shoes and enters the house, but he fails to utter another word.
“I'm gonna wash up before we relax, yeah?”
Great. Another five minutes of waiting torture. Still, Jeongin hums and nods. He heads back to the living room, sinking into the couch as the water runs, then clothes rustle. Seungmin has always been picky with outdoor germs, changing into sleepwear once he intends to not go outside again for the day. Even Jeongin sitting on the bed with the clothes he's worn outside makes Seungmin pout. At least he looks cute while complaining.
Seungmin returns five minutes later, just as expected, with a black T-shirt and navy shorts.
Not just any pair of navy shorts, though.
They're what Jeongin calls infamous; despite their susceptibility to shrinking, they still fit, and as Seungmin says, there's “no use fixing what isn't broken.”
Part of Jeongin agrees, but the other part of him drives him closer into a wall. Those shorts are short. Higher-than-mid-thigh short. They may as well disappear under the oversized T-shirt. It can't possibly be that hot inside. And the worst part is, the shorts' legs bunch up whenever Seungmin sits.
Which is exactly what he does. Right next to Jeongin. So close that their bare thighs brush against one another.
On Jeongin's grave, he'll make sure they carve out “Kim Jeongin,” with “cause of death: Kim Seungmin.”
“So, how's the date?” Jeongin asks, not just out of curiosity, but to distract himself from those soft, milky thighs.
Seungmin leans back and sighs. “Honestly? I dunno…”
Well, that's definitely distracting Jeongin from those thighs. He whips his head to face Seungmin, who dons a rather content, yet solemn expression.
A match ignites in his chest. Did Minjae hurt him? What did he say? Even though Jeongin had been rooting for him to be an uninteresting date and never let Seungmin consider a second one, that shouldn't include Minjae being an awful person. If he dare hurt his brother on a date just like middle school, Jeongin might as well lock Seungmin up and never let him leave his sight.
“What do you mean?” he replies.
“Well, he didn't do anything bad, so don't worry about that.”
The match extinguishes. He trusts Seungmin's words, but deep down, Jeongin hopes Seungmin isn't saying that to cover anything up.
“He was just—not what I expected. Like, his conversations were interesting, but something just wasn't right.” Seungmin shifts closer, their thighs pressed against one another's now. Surprisingly, Jeongin pays no attention to it, not when Seungmin is expressing his fortunate discontent with Minjae.
“Plus, he kinda complained about me bringing you up so much.”
Jeongin blinks.
“You talked about me that much?”
Seungmin nods with a sheepish laugh. “I didn't realize how much I talked about you. It was just normal things like what we did during the week and all, but he didn't like it. Said it felt like ‘a disgusting betrayal,’ but I don't get what he means by that.”
Oh.
Oh, how oblivious and naive he is.
Jeongin's bottom lip crushes between his teeth as he holds back a triumphant grin. Perfect. Minjae should feel betrayed.
He doesn't bother to explain what Minjae had meant. Instead, he further presses. “Sounds like he isn't a good fit.”
“Yeah. You must be happy about it too.” Seungmin's grin widens as he pokes Jeongin's cheek. Happy? Jeongin's beyond happy.
“Just more proof that you don't need him.”
His brother laughs at the response. “If you wanna feel even better, he tried to kiss me—”
Jeongin stiffens.
“—but I backed away. He at least respected it and never really touched or kissed me anywhere, but he seemed a bit dejected.” Seungmin sighs. “But, yeah. I mean, other than that, the food was alright, and the weather was great.”
Morality crumbles, if not already broken, in Jeongin. Though he wants to comfort Seungmin, it's partially an excuse to bring him closer, to instill codependency with his twin brother. He's already close to doing so, and Seungmin shares the sentiment regardless. Still, Jeongin decides to sling his arm around Seungmin's broad shoulders.
“I'm sorry it didn't go as expected,” he says, tone softened. “Must've been a waste of time.”
Seungmin snuggles into Jeongin's hold with a smile, head resting on Jeongin's shoulder. “Yeah, it kinda was. He's nice but… he's nice in just an acquaintance way.”
A bright glow peeks through the curtains as the afternoon moves forward. Jeongin glances down at Seungmin's thighs, now painted in pretty colours, squished together. The outline of Seungmin's small cock is faintly visible through navy.
Is he not wearing any underwear?
Not that he's never done so, but only with longer, baggier pants whenever their parents are out for a couple of days. Jeongin lets himself free as well, but that's all it is. They've seen each other's naked bodies plenty of times.
But this… this doesn't feel normal.
Jeongin's heart beats out of his chest, an ache threatening to rush down his abdomen.
In an unintentional attempt at torture, Seungmin lifts his head up and shuffles back slightly, leaving Jeongin's side cold.
“Well, at least I have you. I still count you as my first and only date,” he says.
It's dangerous.
So Jeongin entertains it with a wicked grin.
“What about your first kiss?”
A lethal question. A sledgehammer against a sturdy wall.
Seungmin's eyes widen, staring right at Jeongin. He swears he sees a bit of sparkle in them, paired with reddening cheeks, but once again, perhaps it's delusion. Hallucination.
“What—what about it?”
Jeongin moves closer.
Seungmin stays in place.
“Can't move forward if I'm your only date, right?”
The slightest, most feathery touch can shatter it all. Seungmin clings to the hem of his shirt, as still as a statue, while Jeongin slips into his bubble, reflecting the afternoon sun. He wonders how far he can go. How close can they be until their lips touch? How much will Seungmin endure? How much will he encourage?
Seungmin mumbles something.
“Hm?” Jeongin hums. “What is it?”
One second. Then two. Then three. Each tick pulsing between the twins, every grasp at morality slipping away. A blank TV watches them. Reflects their fatal position, the way their eyes dance over each other, and the large hand that fights against splaying over Seungmin's thigh.
“I was—” Seungmin repeats, louder, “—I was waiting for you to be my first kiss.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
The boundary no longer exists.
Red alarms flash, sirens blare, and the thin line snaps. He shouldn't encourage this. He shouldn't continue. They shouldn't have these feelings, these thoughts, these dangerous expectations.
Yet, Jeongin ignores every sign. Morals are buried deep in the trash, crushed, flattened, and decimated until every cell, every atom, vanishes.
He smiles. Not a mischievous one, but a calm, nurturing smile. His hand finally lands on Seungmin's thigh, caressing it, coaxing a stifled moan.
“Hyung, you wanted me to be your first kiss?” he asks, and Seungmin nods. “You should've asked me ages ago.”
Seungmin's breath stutters. “You… you wanted to…”
“Be my cute brother's first kiss? God, hyung, you don't know how much I've always wanted you.”
It's like a switch flips in Seungmin's head, numbing all his senses as he crawls onto Jeongin's lap. Arms wrap around his shoulders, soft thighs caging Jeongin's. He can feel his cock right against his own. Jeongin holds onto Seungmin's slim waist.
This must be a dream. Too good to be reality. Seungmin was never innocent, but for him to admit something so sinful, to climb into his twin's lap? To think his brother is just as deranged and fucked up as him sends blood to rush down to his cock. What else does Seungmin want from him? What would he allow his reliable younger brother to do to him?
But his fantasies slow down as a tear slips down Seungmin's cheek.
Then another.
And another.
Jeongin's heart stops.
“Seungmin-hyung? Hey, are you okay?” His voice drops to a hushed tone as he brushes a tear away. “We can stop if you—”
“We shouldn't be doing this,” Seungmin says with a smile. For once, Jeongin can't tell what it is. Happiness? Sorrow? Yet, Seungmin's words contradict how close he's leaning. How he rolls his hips slightly into Jeongin, and he chokes out a laugh. “But I've wanted to for—for so long.”
For so long?
“You've… always felt the same?” Jeongin asks, astonished. If that's the case, just how much of their teasing, their closeness, and their inappropriate behaviour was one-sided?
Seungmin nods. “I don't know how long, but… I just know that I want you so, so much, hyung. Why—why do we feel this way?”
Jeongin never asked that question for himself.
Why does he feel this way with Seungmin? Even though he shouldn't, every cell in his body screams yes, to defy and throw away everything for his true desires. Seungmin's too cute. So dependent on him. They've been attached at the hip every second of their lives—it's not shocking that Jeongin wants him, needs him, so much that it's unhealthy.
“‘Cause we're fated, Seungminnie,” is all Jeongin can come up with. “We belong together. That's why we're twins, because we were meant for each other.”
That's not a normal response, but he doesn't care, nor does Seungmin, as his smile grows wider.
And his lips move closer.
God, they taste delectable.
Seungmin's plush lips collide with Jeongin's, pressing deeper and deeper, tasting the shared peach lip balm they use. It's too good. The way Seungmin dives in for more after Jeongin pulls away to catch his breath is so cute, so irresistible. What a desperate brother he has, chasing after Jeongin again and again, just like he always had. They're magnets, always joined together no matter what.
Jeongin laughs as Seungmin whimpers into the kiss, then traces his lips with his tongue. “Open,” he mumbles, and just like a good brother, a good little brother, Seungmin complies. God, why couldn't Jeongin have popped out first? The way Seungmin whines a broken record of “hyungs” shames the universe for changing their birth order.
Their tongues press against each other in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Drool seeps from the corner of Seungmin's mouth, and Jeongin is quick to lick it up when it dribbles too far. He bucks his hips up, the obvious tent in his shorts grinding against Seungmin's. This is bliss, heaven. It has to be. How could anything be as good as Seungmin melting in Jeongin's arms, having his first kiss be taken gratuitously by his own twin brother? This is how it should be. Minjae never deserved any of this.
“Hyung…” Seungmin whines.
Jeongin's hand finds its way down to Seungmin's ass, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah? What is it, Seungminnie?”
“Mmh—you know, have you noticed that Minjae… he kinda looks like you.”
What.
What the hell? It's such a gross insult; his cock may as well soften.
“What?!”
Seungmin's mood spins completely, escaping the drunkenness from Jeongin's lips as he laughs with his whole chest. He just rudely insulted his brother, and he dares to laugh?
“Look, I know you hate him—”
“Why would you say that?!”
“Hyung, listen!” He's still giggling. “I know you wanna kill him, but… look, the reason I accepted his date was—was that I thought of you.”
Oh.
As heartwarming as it is, Jeongin still can't brush off the fact that he's been compared to a bastard.
Seungmin sighs. “I thought I could cope like that, you know. ‘Cause who in their right mind expects their brother to reciprocate their feelings, right? But… how could anyone replace you?”
Jeongin's grip on him relaxes. What should he label his current emotion? Pride? Relief? But he's deranged, so his cock twitches instead. No one could replace you. That's right; Seungmin is Jeongin's. Jeongin is Seungmin's. That's why they're twins. They know each other better than anyone. No one has the right to claim his brother except Jeongin.
“That's why I didn't kiss him. Well, I only see him as a friend, but it just felt wrong. I should've been kissing you.” Seungmin presses his nose and lips against Jeongin's neck, and rolls his hips. “And I'm glad I did.”
Something bursts in Jeongin. Words fail to detangle and deliver. Instead, he grips Seungmin's ass with more force. Presses a kiss against the damp, supple skin of his neck. Jeongin's hands have memorized its shape before; just a gentle wrap around, nothing that could lead to harm, but neither something that would have crossed the now-broken boundary. It was only out of curiosity, but after Seungmin offhandedly mentioned how nice it felt, it shaped into an occasional way to calm Seungmin's anxiety down. Would normal brothers do something like this? Jeongin doubts it, but, after all, they aren't normal.
Rose and mint emanate, still just as strong as earlier in the day, and Jeongin presses his lips against him, inhaling the sweet, addictive scent before his teeth latch onto his neck.
“Ah! H-Hyung… not there…” Seungmin whines. His clothed, erect cock is flush against Jeongin's abdomen, and he grows impatient at the idea of feeling it skin-to-skin.
“We can use makeup,” he mumbles into skin, a smile leaving a mark before he continues sucking. Jeongin isn't irresponsible; short and feathery light work is just enough to empurple, but not so much that it fights against concealer. It doesn't take long before Jeongin pulls away to marvel at his painting, his claiming mark giving a dash of colour to a peachy canvas.
Seungmin pouts. Cute. “It better not be dark.”
Jeongin laughs, giving him a quick peck. “Trust me, our concealer will work just fine. But—” His thumb traces Seungmin's bottom lip, bright red and swollen. “Maybe you should show it off to Minjae on Tuesday.”
A hitched breath and a puppy-like whimper. Jeongin continues to tease, slipping his thumb in between Seungmin's lips. He smiles wider when he feels his brother's tongue lapping it. “You'd like that, yeah? Let him know that your hyung did this? That I'm the only one for you?”
Seungmin nods. God, what did Jeongin do to deserve such a twin like him? How could his corrupt desires allow him to get exactly what he wants? He's throbbing below, a click away from ravishing Seungmin, litter him with hickeys, and stuff him full until his legs refuse to cooperate for several days. “Fuck, Seungmin-ah, you don't know how much you're killing me.” Then, with a lilt of playfulness, he asks, “You want more? Want hyung inside you? Be your first time too?”
Seungmin stiffens and nods aggressively. “Yes, please.” God, he's too eager, and so is Jeongin in giving him whatever he wants.
“Clothes off,” Jeongin commands. Seungmin doesn't hesitate, standing up to throw off his T-shirt and shorts—which, sure enough, had no underwear beneath. Despite having revealed his body before, he still appears shy, standing in front of Jeongin with his swole brown nipples and his pretty and tiny, hard cock flushed and glistening with precum.
Jeongin forgets how to breathe.
Instead, he smiles. “Good boy. Lie down for me?”
And Seungmin does exactly that, spread across the couch on his back while Jeongin gets off to peel his clothes away as well. His pupils follow every move, staring until his eyes must be dry.
“Like what you see?” Jeongin jokes.
Seungmin cracks a smile. “This time it just… feels different.”
Jeongin can say the same. He's never fully appreciated their size difference until now. The TV's reflection is just enough to show Jeongin's bulkiness in contrast to Seungmin's pillowy and slender build. And, like typical brothers, they've compared cock sizes before. What started as a juvenile competition and poking at one another now turns into hunger and lust, drooling over just how small Seungmin is, almost half of Jeongin's size.
Of course, Seungmin's eyes linger on it as well.
Jeongin keeps that in mind for later.
“It's your first time, so I'll get lube for us, okay, puppy?”
That nickname sends a spark through Seungmin's body. He only nods in response.
Time feels like years when Jeongin rushes to his bedroom to rummage for a half-full bottle of lube. All used because of Seungmin. He returns to find his brother hiding his face with his arms, perhaps tortured by how long Jeongin took, cock left neglected.
Jeongin laughs and decides to gently move his arms away. “Seungmin-ah, let me see you.”
Seungmin whines in response. “Took too long.”
“I know, I know, sorry, puppy. I'll be inside you soon, okay?”
The couch's width is enough to let both the twins work comfortably, as Jeongin straddles Seungmin's thighs and opens the bottle. He internally thanks their parents for unintentionally letting this moment work out. It's a shame they'll defile the poor couch soon.
Clear lube flows down to his fingers, unleashing its faint apple scent. After tossing it onto the coffee table, Jeongin coats his digits in a gratuitous amount and rubs them together. He then gets off the couch, patting Seungmin's thigh. “Lift your legs up for me?”
And of course, he complies without a word.
There's humour in his pliancy. Instead of staying by their parents’ side, a young Seungmin would always stray from them, marvelling at anything and everything around him, like a butterfly's colourful wings and a leaf that had fluttered to the ground. Despite their parents calling for him, the only one that could bring his curious mind back to reality was Jeongin. By all means, Seungmin had always been respectful towards everyone, especially their parents, but it's only Jeongin who can truly make him listen to any command given to him.
Who knew it still applies when it comes to this?
Jeongin wonders what lies in the future as he settles in front of Seungmin's raised legs. How often would they defile themselves and spiral into such shamefulness? Even with their goal of getting a place all to themselves to fuck freely, the thought of messing around while their parents are still home is so ludicrous and appealing.
But that's for later. Jeongin shifts his attention back to Seungmin's hole, waiting to be filled. He holds onto one of Seungmin's legs, pushing it into his chest while one of his lube-covered fingers prods at Seungmin's hole. His brother whimpers at the cold touch.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Jeongin coos. With a nod of approval, he pushes his finger into tight warmth.
Seungmin's high-pitched, quiet gasp sends a burning surge through Jeongin. It takes sheer willpower to contain himself, to refrain from stuffing Seungmin with all of his fingers, wanting to hear something so pretty coming from his mouth again. He can, instead, push his finger deeper, the second knuckle plunging in. It gives him a similar reaction: a whine poorly suppressed, a tone much like a puppy's.
“Feels good, baby?” Jeongin asks, laughing at just how much Seungmin melts at the pet name.
“Y-Yeah, please—more,” he begs, and who could ever deny his cute brother?
Another finger slips in, more hasty than the last. They move in tandem, thrusting in slow motion, cycling between curling against Seungmin's tight, virgin walls and spreading them apart. He brushes against his prostate several times, coaxing louder moans from Seungmin as he grips the armrest at his head, spreading his legs farther apart. “Hyung, feels so full… please…”
Jeongin leans in, bare chests pressed together, and kisses Seungmin's cheek. “Look at you, my little brother so full and fucked out from just my fingers,” he praises. “I wonder how you'll take my cock, hm?”
He doesn't let Seungmin process his response until a third finger enters him, stretching him out, hitting his prostate as if they had no time to waste, like their parents won't be out for four whole days. It's criminal. That can't possibly be enough time to make up for all the years they could have fucked each other. Seungmin's flushed cheeks, heavy eyes, and parted lips are too good to only indulge for four days.
Yet, the thought of sneaking something quick while their parents are asleep excites him more. Revolting, but Jeongin couldn't care less.
Seungmin pushes his ass towards Jeongin's fingers, begging to go deeper. Of course, Jeongin could never deny such a request, even spoiling him with his lips against his nipple. Seungmin whines at the sudden wetness, back arching as Jeongin licks a stripe. Swirls his tongue in circular motions while his right hand lets go of Seungmin's legs to thumb at his other bud. Another kiss, lick, bite, repeat, then switch sides, coating both nipples in saliva. Seungmin's legs poorly hook around Jeongin's waist, his fingernails digging into muscular shoulder blades as he lets out weak pleas—a song from the heavens.
It hits a refrain when Jeongin pulls his fingers out, retracts his lips to reveal Seungmin's glistening nubs. He wipes his fingers on the couch—their parents’ couch, now defiled and permanently stained with debauchery. But Jeongin doesn't care. Why should he? They can clean it up the next day and share a secret only the two of them know.
Considering it's Seungmin's first time, though, he figures there won't be much to clean up in the first place.
“I'll get a condom,” he says as he gets off the couch.
But just as both his feet hit the floor, dainty fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging him back.
Seungmin's grip tightens. His eyes look anywhere but Jeongin. “You don't have to…”
Another thing about Seungmin: he plays his own games and doesn't bother conforming to strict rules. The disastrous desserts he'd make from time to time are evidence of that, at the expense of being borderline poisonous, even when Jeongin tries to get it into his head that baking requires precise measuring and sticking to the rules. As much as Seungmin takes pride in taking care of himself, his foolish rule-bending is contradictory.
And yet, Jeongin indulges.
Seungmin's right; why need a condom anyway? Jeongin knows they're both clean, and what more is there to spoil his virgin brother than to fill him up with his release? To revel in direct skin-to-skin contact? He's been waiting years, tiptoeing closer to the boundary. Every touch is more dangerous, dreams become scandalous, and the number of times he's stroked himself to Seungmin's texts, body, voice, increased—is it not fair to finally unleash his perverted thoughts for his twin brother?
Plus, why not go all the way—truly stain the couch too while at it?
An impish smile stretches his cheeks as he sits between Seungmin's legs. That's right; he'll get his pining’s worth.
“Hm? Wanna feel all of hyung's cock?” he purrs, hand cradling Seungmin's cheek. His brother nods sheepishly, nuzzling into his hand like he's the sweetest thing ever.
“Please.”
The bottle of lube returns in Jeongin's hand, which he pours more over his long fingers, oozing down past his ring. “So cute. You're just as awful as me, aren't you?” he teases, giving his cock a few strokes. “Wanting me to fuck you like this? Could've had anyone in the world, but you want your own twin brother?”
But he isn't done with his intoxicating taunts. As he hooks Seungmin's legs over his shoulders, cock slick against his puffy entrance, Seungmin should be reminded of how licentious they are, and how much Jeongin could never let it stop.
To no surprise, Seungmin preens from his words, eyes glassy and desperate. “Y-Yeah, I do.”
Jeongin laughs. “I helped raise you right, didn't I?” He pushes in—just the tip. “Always want me to fix your problems. Want me to cradle you and spoil you.” Deeper. “So oblivious to me wanting to bend you over at any moment.”
With each push, each comment, Seungmin's moans are loud, garbled, lewd enough to pass through the walls. Would their neighbours hear them? What would they think? They couldn't possibly tattle on them when their parents trust them more than anything.
“Does it hurt, baby?” Jeongin asks, noticing Seungmin's scrunched-up expression.
Seungmin shakes his head, dark eyes glistening as they stray away from Jeongin. “Feels weird but… so good ‘nd full…”
That's all he needs to hear.
Not long after, Jeongin bottoms out, letting out a soft moan. “Fuck, you're so tight.” Heat engulfs him, a familiar sensation, yet nothing like before. Not with Seungmin. The twins were moulded for each other, after all.
Jeongin lets go of his legs, to which they instantly wrap around his back, and leans in enough for their noses to brush. “Look at you, so pretty for me.” At this point, his wicked smile makes his cheeks ache, but he just can't stop. Not in this euphoria. He kisses the corner of Seungmin's mouth, running his hand through his slim waist and curved hips. “My baby. My puppy.”
Just another puppy-like whimper leaves his lips. Lust-ridden haze clouds his senses. But this is the best version of Seungmin: pliant and weak, with nothing but his eyes begging for more, to be fucked hard enough to not go near anyone ever again. This is Jeongin's goal, and after so many years, he wants nothing more than to indulge in the next four days.
“Innie, ‘m ready, please,” Seungmin mumbles, limbs tightening their hold.
“Are you?” Jeongin asks, playfully. “Tell your Innie-hyung what you want.”
“Want—want hyung to move, please, please.”
“Hm, that's not enough, don't you think?”
Seungmin pouts. “I'm gonna die, hyung!” A fond laugh taunts him.
Jeongin just can't control it; he presses light kisses to those puffed cheeks and pursed lips, too adorable to resist, as they grow every second they remain in place. “Okay, okay. Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you your reward.”
So he begins, hips pulling back, slow and gentle, barely enough to separate them from Seungmin's hole before pushing in. Shallow thrusts pump into him; short gasps leave Seungmin's lips at every pull, every push, and every finger that caresses his neck, chest, and sides. Jeongin plunges in for another kiss, deep and needy, picking up the pace, all while Seungmin starts to fall apart beneath him, trembling. Moans vibrate against Jeongin's mouth.
Even after all this time, Jeongin holds himself back. His thrusts are delicate and calculated, increasing in speed and depth. They're in tandem with his lips and tongue, flush against Seungmin's, warm breaths exchanged. He traces those bright red lips, then catches the bottom with his teeth as his hips threaten to move faster.
Skin slapping skin echoes across the living room. Jeongin buries himself in, angling his hips to hit Seungmin's prostate, and a chorus of soft moans and pleads follow along. Too quiet. “That's it, be loud for me, puppy,” he encourages, and just like that, louder cries spill and spill from Seungmin. He listens so well.
“Hyungie, please, feels s-so good,” he whines, stubby nails dragging down Jeongin's taut back.
“Yeah? Don't want anyone else but your brother, right?” Jeongin replies, breathless. He takes one of Seungmin's hands from behind and pins it against the armrest, fingers intertwined. His arm slips under Seungmin's lower back, lifting him up to drill himself deeper. A piercing wail is all the assurance Jeongin needs.
“Mmh—ah, just you. Only you.”
They're so close now, pressed against one another, fused together. So intimate. If he could, Jeongin would crawl into Seungmin's skin. Replace the blood in his veins with an addicting drug, glueing him to Jeongin with no desire to peel away. Light bite marks covering his jaws and chest are all Jeongin can sufficiently accomplish for now. Tell everyone that Seungmin had been claimed.
Jeongin swallows, chasing his breaths as he slips in and out of Seungmin's hole. It's still tight, clamped, and clenched around his cock, on the verge of milking him dry. He could almost cum at this rate, but he'd rather be inside Seungmin for much longer.
Meanwhile, he feels Seungmin make weak attempts at rutting his hips up Jeongin's stomach. Poor baby. His entire body had received attention except for the most important one.
“Innie, Jeonginnie, hyung, please, I—I need—” but a choked-out sob interrupts his erratic pleading.
Just another push for Jeongjn.
“Speak properly, baby.” He knows he can't. What's more entertaining and alluring than watching his twin fall apart like this? “What do you want? Make you cum? Get it all over Mom and Dad's couch?”
Seungmin moans. Tears of pleasure well in his eyes.
And Jeongin laughs. Softer than ever, laced with venom. All while he lets go of Seungmin's hand to cradle his cheek once again. “You like that? Hm?” A kiss lands on his crown. “God, such a pervert. What would they think if their sons did this? Ruined their furniture because they—they couldn't stop fucking each other?”
It should sting. It should be humiliating and shameful for regular people.
Seungmin isn't a regular person, though. Neither is Jeongin.
And they both love it that way.
“Ah, ah—Innie, just—just touch me, please, ‘m so close…” Seungmin's slender legs close in tighter. Tears spill down his cheek. Jeongin excuses the lack of honorifics; it's a miracle he could speak amidst pathetic wails. Not that he's fully crying, but Jeongin wishes he could intensify those sobs. Every time Seungmin cried as a child, a piece of his heart shattered, dropping to the floor to do anything for his precious brother.
But Jeongin never realized Seungmin could cry in another way now, one that causes his cock to twitch.
He graciously accepts Seungmin's begging in the end, reaching down between them to wrap his hand around his cock. More tears stream down, and he breathes out a couple of messy, garbled words that Jeongin can't exactly make out. Doesn't matter, though. Whatever his voice produces, it's music to Jeongin's ears. He begins pumping his fist, rhythm set with his thrusts, thumbing at the slit, sticky and flowing with precum. “You're so small, Seungmin-ah,” he purrs. “So small and cute—such a pretty cock you have. Fuck, I'm so close…”
Seungmin bucks his hips into Jeongin's fist, legs trembling against his body. He must have completely given up with his words. Wanton moans and broken gasps expel from his lips; a string of Jeongin's name repeated like a broken record player follows. His body melts, pliant in the arm holding him, while the tips of Jeongin's fingers trace his veins, his pinky stretched just enough to massage the perineum.
To no surprise, it doesn't last long. Back arching off the couch, thighs clamped to Jeongin's sides, he comes with a guttural moan. Thick spurts drench Jeongin's hand as he catches every drop.
“Mmh—puppy, I'm gonna…” He fails to complete his words as shockwaves spasm across his body. The heat pooled in his abdomen snaps as he provides one last push, spilling inside Seungmin with a groan, covering his walls in hot fluid. A final passionate kiss ensues as Jeongin's orgasm washes through him, his thrusts slowing to a stop. Stars cover his vision as Seungmin lets out a quiet whine as a result. What a needy boy.
Jeongin retracts, giving himself a second to breathe before pulling out and falling on top of Seungmin. He brings his soiled hand close and licks off the cum, making sure Seungmin watches.
“All the fruit you eat paid off,” Jeongin says, smiling.
Seungmin smacks his shoulder, albeit feebly. “You're—you're crazy.”
“Crazy for you.”
His only reply is a breathy groan, making Jeongin snicker. He gives Seungmin a kiss on the check.
“How was it, having hyung be your first time?”
Seungmin's throat bobs. “I'm happy it was you... I want more.”
Oh, he's beyond needy.
Jeongin laughs, this time, kissing his forehead, then nose, then cheeks again—he litters Seungmin's face in quick, feathery pecks as he replies, “Tomorrow, okay?” Fortunately, Monday is a holiday. Another day all to themselves; Jeongin's heart races at the thought of it.
Seungmin pouts, but his lips quickly curve into a smile. “Okay,” he says, arms firm around Jeongin in a warm hug. “Love you, Jeonginnie.”
The grim reaper must be approaching. How can Jeongin survive this? It hasn't occurred to him how delicate and affectionate they can be. What right does Seungmin have to act this cute, all with cum spilling out of his hole?
With one last kiss to his lips, Jeongin gets off, stretching before grabbing the lube on the coffee table. “I love you too, hyung.”
Seungmin chuckles. “Made me forget I'm the hyung.”
“Yeah, by eight minutes!”
“Try sitting in one of those white rooms with nothing for eight minutes, and you'll see the significance of its length.”
“Why the fuck would I sit in one of those?”
He shrugs. “Reset your brain.”
Jeongin smacks Seungmin's arm as he sits up. He misses that submissive, pliant Seungmin, but he'd be lying if he said he disliked the bratty, eccentric side of him. At least he can push the right buttons for the former whenever he wants.
“Come on, let's clean ourselves up.” He tilts his head towards the bathroom door.
But Seungmin, of course, has another way to execute his plan. Raising his arms, he says, “You fucked me too hard. I can't feel my legs.”
And how could Jeongin deny him? Whether Seungmin would scrape his knee or fall asleep, he'd take the weight off of their parents’ shoulders, carrying Seungmin instead, almost scraping his own knee in the process.
Now, it's effortless. Half of Jeongin's gym motivation comes from manhandling Seungmin, after all. Seungmin doesn't know that, nor does he need to.
The smell of sex lingers in the living room, couch stained with dried release, but they can deal with it tomorrow.
They draw a warm bath, soaked in vanilla body wash, Seungmin's back pressed against Jeongin's chest as he rests in his arms. The last time they bathed together, it was in elementary school. It's inappropriate, others would say, while a young Jeongin had been insistent on taking baths with Seungmin even as they became teenagers. It was innocent, just a sign that he's close with his twin. Jeongin smiles, knowing they've come back to the habit, physically closer and clearly inappropriate—but of course, he likes it that way.
“You know,” says Seungmin, nosing Jeongin's neck, “while I was in the bathroom when Minjae was on a call, I, um—I touched myself to you.”
Jeongin blinks.
Touched himself? To Jeongin?
The world spins.
“You… you did?”
Seungmin nods. “I just—I couldn't stop thinking about you, Innie. I had to. I imagined you getting me off in that stall, and your texts helped.”
The image runs clear in front of him: Seungmin's pants and briefs bunched at his thighs, his large, slender hand completely engulfing his flushed, tiny cock, and his suppressed moans calling for Jeongin, unwilling to risk being heard in public. It's incredible, knowing Jeongin did the same, that they heed such a connection like others expect twins to. All the more to prove that they were moulded to slot together. Attach themselves tightly to one another.
It takes all of Jeongin's strength to not initiate anything then and there. They can't get dirty again, let alone while in the bathtub.
“Oh my God,” he curses in a hushed tone. He lifts Seungmin's head up by his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. ”Hyung, what if I told you I did the same?”
Seungmin's eyes widen. “You…?”
“That photo you sent was so hot. You know that, right? Did you know how fast that made me hard?”
“Seriously?!”
Jeongin huffs a laugh. “My clueless puppy,” he coos, caressing Seungmin's cheek. “You don't know how many times I've gotten off to you before.” To his mental protest, he feels his cock aching between his stomach and Seungmin's back.
“I… wow. Can't believe our superstitious twin telepathy can go that far.”
“So now you believe in that?” Jeongin asks, humour in his tone. “What about when we carried Yongbok-hyung in League last week by how much we synchronized?”
Seungmin snickers, placing his hand on top of Jeongin's. “I did all the work; you just followed me. That doesn't count.”
The hand with such a gentle touch on Seungmin's cheek now turns into a fist of empty threats. Yet, Jeongin also gives him a warm smile. It's astonishing how fast he shifts his thoughts, now focused on a sibling's quarrel like any other. “That's the telepathy in question, actually!”
Water sloshes out as they mess around, playfighting in what little space they have. Unlike back then, however, instead of a fit of laughter and their mother's scolding, it ends with a playful kiss from Seungmin.
And perhaps it escalates, dragging them deeper. Water continues to spill with heavier movements. A wasted bath, sure, but Jeongin can't help himself. How could he?
If it'll take this long to remind Seungmin of who he belongs to, to satisfy every desire of his, then Jeongin will happily comply.