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Jeonghan had never hated his life more than he had the past week.
Just barely over a week into their quarantine and he honestly was so surprised that he hadn’t murdered anyone in his dorm. Between Seungkwan and Jihoon constantly going back and forth with each other over the pettiest shit, he had whatever the fuck was going on between Soonyoung and Jihoon. And on top of that, he really fucking missed his boyfriend.
Jeonghan didn’t miss the look in Seungcheol’s eyes when he left the elder’s dorm the week before. They’d known each other and been together long enough to be able to read each other, even when the other didn’t want to be read. He knew how stressed Seungcheol was and he promised himself that he wouldn’t add to the stress and handle his dorm on his own. And maybe with the help of Joshua. Sweet Shua. Although, he did start to feel guilty once he picked up on the fact that Joshua rarely shared what he was feeling with him.
He was quickly pulled from his thoughts when he heard Seungkwan yell for him that Jihoon was trying to sneak out of their dorm and to his studio.
He padded his way back into their living room expecting to see Jihoon ready to give him a million different excuses for what he was doing only to see Soonyoung laying into him already. He stood in the doorway of the living room, ready to step in when he heard the most uncalled for words he had ever heard from Jihoon. He knew that the younger was overprotective when it came to his time in the studio and he knew how much of a perfectionist Jihoon was, but to watch him so easily dismiss what Soonyoung did for their team as well was unlike anything he’d ever heard their vobo utter.
Jeonghan glanced over in Seungkwan’s direction only to notice that he was on a video call with Vernon and Chan. Great. Now Joshua and his entire dorm would know fully how out of control things were on his floor and he figured it was only a matter of time before Seugcheol found out. He knew that Seungcheol didn’t need the added stress and for the first time since they quarantined, he didn’t feel overwhelming sadness or anxiety over the situation, but pure, unadulterated rage at Jihoon for being so fucking selfish. He stormed his way into the kitchen to calm himself down before he broke something as he felt Soonyoung whiz by him on the way to his room. Confirmation coming when he heard the younger dancer’s door slam shut.
Breathe. Count back from five.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Way to go, hyung,” he heard Seungkwan bite out at Jihoon before he heard Jihoon pad into the kitchen, excuses on why he needed to leave ready to fall off his tongue.
“No, Jihoon. You’re staying here. You are staying here. I am so sick of this. And tired. So fucking tired. You're not the only one struggling with this. But you sure are the only one acting this fucking self centered about it. You’re supposed to be one of our unit leaders for fucks sake! You and Soonyoung figure. this. out. FIX. THIS,” he gestured in the air around them.
Jeonghan shoved past Jihoon and found himself slamming his own door behind him. He had never hated his life more than he did in that moment. He could hear Seungkwan all but command Jihoon to sit down and take the ass chewing that was long overdue. He knew that he should go back out and be the one to have that conversation with Jihoon because he was the eldest in their dorm and Seungkwan the youngest. But he honestly could not be fucked to care.
He pulled out his phone and pulled up Seungcheol’s contact and clicked the video camera icon. He hated that he was about to unload all of this on his boyfriend that he had a sneaking suspicion was actually not as fine as he was making out to be, but he was just so tired. He was so tired and just wanted his boyfriend to tell him that everything was going to be okay, even if neither of them had any idea if it would or not just yet.
“Hi baby,” Seungcheol spoke softly when he picked up the call.
Jeonghan melted at the sight and sound of his sleepy boyfriend. But what should have been a comforting thing to see just caused him to let a sob rip from his chest.
“Hannie? Baby, what is it?”
“Cheol, I c-can’t fucking d-do it anymore. Jihoon has absolu-lutely lost it! He just said the most vile things to Soonyoung after trying to sneak out of here and go to his damn studio! I just.. h-how do you do this all the time Cheol? It’s been a week and I’m already losing my mind.”
Jeonghan was shaking at this point and he hated it. Hated how weak he felt when he was supposed to be the hyung of his floor. He could barely handle a week of being directly responsible for three other members, yet Seungcheol did this all the time and for twelve other members. Exhaustion and guilt had now completely engulfed him.
“Baby,” Seungcheol hummed at him. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?”
Jeonghan nodded his head and took a shaky inhale, followed by an equally shaky exhale.
“That’s it, love. I talked to Ji earlier and told him to cool it. Why the hell would he try to sneak out now? We only have a few more days to go. Maybe less if my results come back before that.”
“I miss you so much Cheol.”
“I miss you too, Hannie. Not too much longer, I promise.”
Before Jeonghan could say anything else, he could hear Seungkwan’s voice getting louder and louder. He sighed as he looked back at Seungcheol through the screen, the elder raising an eyebrow at him.
“Is that Kwannie yelling?”
Jeonghan just nodded.
“Good. Maybe hearing from a dongsaeng how much he’s fucked up over the last week will get through to Ji. We both know he’s ridiculously soft for those maknaes. This should shake him up enough to pull his head out of his ass.”
Jeonghan laughed. Seungcheol always knew exactly what to say to cheer him up.
The pair chatted for a while longer, Seungcheol making sure that Jeonghan was okay enough for them to hang up. Jeonghan honestly couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to be loved by someone as incredible as Seungcheol, but he thanked everything in the universe for allowing it.
He slumped back onto his bed and noticed that it was eerily quiet in the dorm compared to earlier. He was half worried that Seungkwan had committed murder and honestly didn’t want to have to deal with any kind of mess, but what kind of hyung would he be if he just let one of his dongsaeng’s dead bodies just lay around the dorm. He chuckled to himself as he made his way out into the living room to see that it was void of both Seungkwan and Jihoon, nothing but the soft light from a lamp and the stove light in the kitchen still on. He padded over to the lamp to switch it off and opted to leave the stove light on in case anyone needed to visit the kitchen overnight. He turned to head back to his room and noticed that the light in Soonyoung’s room was still on. As tired as he was, he supposed that he should go and check on the younger before calling it a night.
He knocked softly and peeked his head in to see that Seungkwan was snuggled up next to Soonyoung, carding one hand through his hyung’s hair as the pair quietly giggled at whatever they were watching on Soonyoung’s phone. He wished that he’d had his phone on him to snap a picture of the pair and send to their group chat, but honestly he was just thankful for the relative silence that had fallen in their dorm. Soonyoung glanced up and made eye contact with Jeonghan and Jeonghan’s heart clenched at the puffy eyes that were looking at him.
“Hi hyung,” Soonyoung muttered.
Jeonghan made his way over to his bed and sat down next to them, placing a comforting hand on Soonyoung’s ankle.
“Soonie, are you okay love?”
Soonyoung just nodded. Jeonghan flitted his eyes to Seungkwan, who still looked like he was seething over Jihoon.
“You know you can tell hyung anything, right? Jihoon-ah was out of line. Has been out of line since we’ve started this whole quarantine mess.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that anymore, hyung,” Seungkwan piped up.
Jeonghan just chuckled and reached over to mess his hair up.
“I believe you on that Kwannie. Cheollie and I could hear you earlier.”
Seungkwan’s face went blank at the thought of his oldest hyung and leader hearing him raise his voice like that to another one of his hyungs. Jeonghan picked up on that and quickly reassured him.
“Stop worrying your lip like that Kwannie. Cheol isn’t upset at you and neither am I. In fact, Cheol said that maybe you being the one to get after Jihoon like that would be what finally got through to him, since it was clear that nothing either of us were saying to him was doing much good.” Jeonghan chuckled when he saw a faint smirk find its way to Seungkwan’s face.
He pulled them both into a hug before standing and making his way to the door, ready to collapse in his bed after the draining day.
“And Soonie?” Jeonghan called out to Soonyoung.
Soonyoung just hummed in acknowledgement.
“Jihoon does care about you. He just has a rather strange way of showing it. And this quarantine hasn’t been easy on any of us.”
Jeonghan noticed the half pout half scowl on Soonyoung’s face and shook his head before continuing.
“I’m not defending how he’s acted since we’ve been cooped up in here and absolutely not for how he acted today. You have every right to be mad at him. Both of you do. Shit, I’m upset with him too. All I’m saying is, let’s try to not drag this out any more than it already has, yeah?”
Both boys just nodded at Jeonghan and wished him a goodnight. He smiled at the pair and quietly closed the door behind him as he headed further down the hall to his room. He debated for a quick second on whether or not to check in on Jihoon, but if he was being honest with himself, he was still upset with the younger. He understood that most of it was likely just the overall stress of the situation, but Jihoon had to understand that he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by what they were dealing with.
He sighed as he entered his room, flicking on his bedside lamp before walking back to his door and turning the main overhead light off. They were just over halfway through their quarantine and knew that it could end at any time when Seungcheol’s results came in. Just a few more days and things could go back to whatever style of normal the thirteen of them had.
He crawled under his duvet and let himself sink into his pillows. He missed Seungcheol so much. This was the longest they had ever gone without being around each other in almost a year. He thought back to the remainder of their Ode to You Tour earlier in the year when they were in the US, without him for most of it. He hated it. Hated having to be the one that the other members relied on. Not that he hated his members. He loved them dearly. But he was never cut out to be a leader, let alone be a stand in for their general leader.
He grabbed his phone off his side table and called Joshua. No answer. He sighed and decided to just try and will himself to sleep. He laid there blinking for what felt like an eternity before he felt his phone vibrating. It was Joshua. He hoped that he hadn’t woken his best friend with his call and quickly picked up. He was barely able to say hello before Joshua spilled all the worries he’d been keeping bottled up over the last few days. Jeonghan couldn’t help the guilt that he felt over constantly venting to Joshua but never really bothering to ask him how he was doing. He just assumed that Joshua was okay because he arguably had the least emotionally driven members in his dorm. He never took into consideration that Seungcheol was maybe also doing the same thing or that maybe Seokmin was relaying to his boyfriend things that were going on down on the sixth floor dorm.
“Oh Shua, honey. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been so wrapped up in the nonsense going on between Soonyoung and Jihoon and Jihoon and Seungkwan and missing Cheol that I haven’t even bothered to check on you. I’m so sorry Shua.”
He could hear Joshua sniffle and his heart clenched at the sound.
“You’re my best friend Shua. I love you so much. Tell me everything. Please? Let me be here for you too.”
That was all it took for Joshua to fully let his guard down and bare his soul to Jeonghan. They spent the next two hours talking and laughing and crying about anything and everything before exhaustion finally took over the two of them and they softly said their goodnight’s to each other. Jeonghan plugged his phone into it’s charger and set it back on his side table and flicked off the light. He knew that tomorrow would likely be an awkward one after the blowout he and his three dormmates had earlier in the day and he would need every ounce of strength and patience to deal with it.
He sighed as he snuggled into his duvet and felt himself easily being pulled into sleep for the first time since this whole nightmare had begun.
“Almost there,” he mumbled to himself. Sleep had never come so quickly for Jeonghan.
Jeonghan woke up the next morning feeling slightly less tense than he had since this whole thing had started. He made his way into the living room to see Soonyoung and Seungkwan already there.
“Morning you two.”
“Morning hyung,” the two chirped in unison.
Jeonghan chuckled as he pulled out the Lego car that Jun had gifted him for his birthday from their hall closet and settled down on the floor and leaned back against the couch. It was peaceful. A nice change compared to what most mornings had been up to that point. He just hoped that whenever Jihoon did make his entrance, it would be relatively quiet. He needed it. They all did.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been when Jihoon finally made his way into the living room to join them, slowly sitting down next to Soonyoung on the couch on the opposite end from where he was sitting up against it and cautiously glanced over at the pair, praying that they’d both keep their cool at least until lunch.
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon muttered, voice still heavy with sleep or sadness. Maybe both. “Can we talk?”
Jeonghan noticed that Seungkwan had stopped his morning yoga and had sat down next to him, idly picking up Lego pieces. He glanced at the younger before looking back over at the pair on the couch. Soonyoung peered over the book he was reading to shoot a glance at Jihoon before going back to reading without speaking a word.
“Lovely,” Jeonghan thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. He just wanted to enjoy what was left of the quiet morning.
He heard the faint buzzing of someone’s phone but before he could even grab his own to check if it was his, Jihoon was on his feet and grabbing for his slippers. He wasn’t serious was he? After his fight last night with Soonyoung and Seungkwan practically ripping him a new one, was he seriously going to try and leave again for his studio? Before Jeonghan could even attempt to scold him, Soonyoung piped up.
“Another temper tantrum?” Soonyoung bit at Jihoon.
Jeonghan watched as Jihoon just froze, eyes glued to the floor. That was .. unusual.
“Jihoon?” his voice laced with worry towards the younger.
None of them were prepared for what happened next. Suddenly tear after tear after tear came streaking down Jihoon’s face as he collapsed onto their floor and choked out the most painful sob any of them had ever heard from him. Jeonghan wasn’t surprised when Soonyoung was the first one to Jihoon, immediately pulling the smaller one into his lap and trying desperately to reassure him that they’d be able to leave soon and that they could get through the rest of this together.
But what Jeonghan equally wasn’t prepared for was for the cause of Jihoon’s breakdown to be over Seungcheol. Soonyoung looked over at him wide eyed as he and Seungkwan both cautiously made their ways over.
“Honey, what about Cheol?” He asked as he rubbed his hand up and down Jihoon’s back in an attempt to calm the younger down some, Seungkwan on the other side with a box of tissues.
Jeonghan could feel pieces of his heart literally being chipped away at with every word that Jihoon cried out to them. He knew how close Jihoon and Seungcheol were. They’d known each other the longest out of all of them, chasing this dream for so long only to be met with heartache after heartache until the universe brought the thirteen of them together. Jihoon was to Seungcheol what Joshua was to him.
“Jihoonie, shhh,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around him and Soonyoung, who also had tear tracks down his cheeks. “Honey, this.. this isn’t something you need to carry with you, especially alone. Cheol is okay, I promise.”
“B-but you’ve been crying too, hyung. There’s something you aren’t telling us Jeonghannie hyung,” Jihoon hiccuped out.
Jeonghan just sighed and held Jihoon tighter.
“I am worried about him, yes. But mainly I just miss him Hoonie. He is to me what Soonyoungie is to you. I’m just not me when I’m not with him,” Jeonghan whispered, tears now falling from his eyes. He wiggles himself free of Jihoon and turns the younger back towards Soonyoung as Jihoon lets another sob out.
He pats Seungkwan on his knee and nudges for him to get up and give the other two some privacy. He doesn’t miss the tears that have now started falling down their youngest’s face and thumbs them away as they make their way down the hallway to their rooms.
Jeonghan flops down on his bed, opting to leave his door open in case anyone needed him. He briefly hopes that no one does, but knows that’s just the exhaustion talking. At some point he saw Soonyoung walk by carrying a now silent Jihoon and smiled as he heard the door to Soonyoung’s room quietly shut. Hopefully that was the end of the excitement for the day.
When evening had finally rolled around, Jeonghan had never been more relieved. The rest of their day had gone by without any further crying or yelling. In fact, the only sounds that could be heard was Seungkwan video chatting with Vernon for the umpteenth time. As unusual as it was for their dorm to be this quiet, Jeonghan wasn’t going to complain. That is until he heard the most pornographic moan come from Soonyoung’s room.
“Oh for fucks sake,” he grumbled as Seungkwan all but ran back to his room, whining to Vernon that Soonie hyung was ‘getting dicked down’ and Vernon’s loud laugh echoing through the hallway. He got up to shut his bedroom door to drown out some of the noise coming from the clearly reconciled couple when he heard someone knocking on their door. He huffed, knowing that their manager hadn’t said anything about dropping anything by to them and assumed that Seungkwan ordered take out.
“Yahh, Seungkwan-ah! Open the damn door!”
“Hyunnnnng I’m talking to Nonie! You get it!”
“Goddammit Seungkwan, please just get the door!”
Before he could make out what Seungkwan was yelling back to him, whoever it was at the door was now knocking again, more forcefully.
“Fucking hell, FINE! HYUNG WILL GET THE DOOR! I WOULDN’T WANT TO BOTHER ANYONE ELSE AROUND HERE!”
Jeonghan ripped the door open, not caring that it would startle whoever was on the other side, but every thought in his head disappeared when he saw Seungcheol standing there in front of him.
“Cheol? What are you.. what are you doing here?”
Seungcheol didn’t answer and simply let himself in and shut the door behind him. Before Jeonghan could ask again, he was pulled into a kiss and his instincts took over as he wrapped his arms around Seungcheol’s broad shoulders and tangled his hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. He let out a tiny gasp as Seungcheol tightened the grip on his waist and became very aware of the tears streaming down both of their faces.
He wasn’t sure how long they clung to each other like that until Seungkwan padded in to see who was at the door.
“Oh my fucking god, hyungs, get a room please!”
The pair pulled apart as Seungkwan shouted again.
“Wait! Cheol hyung? What are you doing here?!”
Jeonghan looked up at Seungcheol as the older laced their fingers together, soft smile plastered on his face.
“Cheol?”
“I got my results back. I’m negative. We can go back to our normal schedules starting today, even though the day is already over. So tomorrow we’re back at it! My floor knows already because well, there was no way to leave without them knowing and even if I had tried, they would have just started blowing up the group chat and ruined my chance to surprise you.”
Jeonghan just stared at Seungcheol for a second letting everything sink in before he wrapped his arms around the elder’s neck and jumped to wrap his legs around his waist and buried his face into Seungcheol’s neck, sighing as he felt his lover latch onto his thighs before nudging his face back up to meet his, capturing his lips in another kiss.
“So.. you wanna go celebrate?” Seungcheol had the nerve to wiggle his eyebrows as he spoke and neither of them could help the laughs that escaped them when Seungkwan whined.
“Oh fuck this! I’m going to Sollie’s dorm since we can leave now. There’s absolutely NO way I can handle listening to both of you and Jihoonie and Soonyoungie hyungs fucking. I’d rather be deaf. Respectfully that is, hyungs.”
The couple just laughed as they watched Seungkwan book it back to his room to grab his hoodie before heading back out the door to make his way to his own boyfriend for the first time in over a week.
Seungcheol kicked the door to Jeonghan’s room shut as Jeonghan let himself be manhandled by his boyfriend and pinned up against it.
“I missed you so much, Hannie,” the elder breathed in between kisses.
“I missed you too, Cheol,” Jeonghan moaned back as Seungcheol began to nibble on his ear before trailing kisses across his jaw and down his neck.
“Bed. Now. Please Cheol.”
Jeonghan yelped as Seungcheol pulled back from the door and dropped him down onto his bed before hovering over him. His breath hitched at the sight of Seungcheol already so disheveled and eyes blown wide with lust. The elder made quick work of pulling Jeonghan up enough to tug the shirt off him before tossing it aside and removing his own. Jeonghan reached out to trace his fingertips across Seungcheol’s broad chest, pleased when he saw the older shiver under his touch.
“Hannie,” he whined out. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
Jeonghan wasn’t given the opportunity to respond before Seuncheol had laid him back down onto the bed and began trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck and down his chest. He flicked his tongue across one of Jeonghan’s nipples and Jeonghan arched into the touch.
“Fuck, Cheol,” he panted as Seungcheol continued on to the other before kissing down his torso and nipping at the skin around his navel.
Jeonghan raised his hips enough to allow for Seuncheol to remove his sweats, blushing at the raised eyebrow his boyfriend shot at him when he discovered that Jeonghan wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Before he could even try to defend his choice, Seungcheol wrapped his hand around Jeonghan’s length, bringing it to attention.
“Did you miss me, kitten? I’ve missed you so much.” Seungcheol purred at him, voice heavy with lust.
Jeonghan could only nod in response, which earned him a light smack on his thigh.
“Use your words, kitten.”
“I’ve missed you too, Cheol. So fucking much,” Jeonghan whimpered out, tears pricking at his eyes. He was already starting to get overwhelmed. For all the time that he’d told himself he couldn’t wait for this very moment, now that it was here, the wall he’d built around himself the past week was slowly being torn down by Seungcheol. The only person Jeonghan would ever trust to take him apart piece by piece.
Jeonghan pulled Seungcheol back up to him and connected their lips again. He knew that Seungcheol could read him like an open book and knew that the elder picked up on the atmosphere as he caged Jeonghan’s body with his.
“Tell me what you need, Hannie.”
“You. Cheol, I need you, please, I need you so much,” Jeonghan whispered, tears now falling freely down his face.
“Shh baby I’m here, I’m right here,” Seungcheol said as he laced one hand with his.
Seungcheol went back to kissing his way down Jeonghan’s body while reaching for the top drawer of his bedside table. Jeonghan was so wrapped up in the feeling of Seungcheol that he didn’t even notice the sound of the bottle opening or Seungcheol tossing it back into the drawer or anything that was going on until he felt Seungcheol’s tongue begin to circle around his rim.
He felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs at the feeling of his lover’s warm tongue exploring him again for the first time in days.
“Always taste so sweet, Hannie,” Seungcheol murmured in between breaths. Jeonghan’s hands quickly found purchase in the elder’s hair as he arched his back off the bed at the feeling.
He felt Seungcheol insert a finger and sighed into it, knowing that he’d been warming his hands up before touching him like this.
“You take my finger so well, Hannie.”
“M-more, please Cheol, I need more.”
Jeonghan winced slightly as Seungcheol obliged him and added a second finger. He’d made a promise to Seungcheol that he wouldn’t do anything more than jerk off until their quarantine was over. Something that Seungcheol seemed surprised by.
“You really didn’t touch yourself, at all?”
Jeonghan shook his head, earning another raised eyebrow from his boyfriend. Words were hard to come by when your boyfriend was stretching you open for the first time in over a week, but he honestly wasn’t interested in their first time together again being the bratty cat and mouse game they like to play so often in bed. So Jeonghan willed himself to put together a somewhat coherent sentence.
“P-promised you I wouldn’t,” he managed in between moans as Seungcheol crooked his fingers just right.
Seungcheol leaned up slightly to kiss Jeonghan as he continued to work him open.
“My good boy.”
Jeonghan flushed at the praise. He let out a sinful moan followed by a whimper when Seungcheol pulled away and rested his hands on Jeonghan’s thighs.
“I need more than just a quick fuck just to get off because we haven’t seen each other in over a week, Hannie. I need to feel you. I need to see you. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want to take you apart and put you back together. I need you to see what you do to me. Can I show you? Will you let me show you? Please?”
Jeonghan nodded his head and pulled Seungcheol into another kiss, letting him take complete control. Their tongues danced together as the elder licked the roof of his mouth, swallowing their moans. He kissed down Jeonghan’s chest and stomach and to his thighs, spreading his legs as he worked his way down. He circled his entrance once more before coating himself with the lube still on his hand and lining up his equally hard member and rested his forehead against Jeonghan as he slowly pushed all the way in. Seungcheol filled him to the hilt and Jeonghan swore that all the air in his lungs had all been sucked from his body. He brought his hands to Seungcheol’s face and kissed him and nodded for him to move.
It was slow and with purpose. Seungcheol pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip inside, before slowly pushing back in. The room filled with the sound of their breathing and moans. Jeonghan wrapped his arms around Seungcheol’s neck and gasped as he was slowly lifted up and into a seated position. Now in Seungcheol’s lap, he wrapped his legs around him as the elder wrapped his arms around Jeonghan’s waist, skillfully guiding him up and down, capturing his lips again.
“Cheol, there, right there. Oh god please.”
Seungcheol swirled his tongue around a nipple, his free hand going to the other before switching. Jeonghan softly tugged at the hair at the nape of Seungcheol’s neck, eliciting a moan from him. Seungcheol worked his way back up to Jeonghan’s neck and attached his lips to Jeonghan’s adam’s apple and sucked at the skin there.
Whatever dignity Jeonghan had to keep their other members from knowing what was going on in his bedroom went out the window as his moans grew louder as he let Seungcheol slowly lay him back down. He was sure that he was close to seeing stars when Seungcheol grabbed one of his legs and raised it up to his shoulder, angling his thrusts deeper and hitting his prostate with each one.
“Cheollieyesyesyes right there! Oh god don’t stop!”
“Louder kitten. I want them to know who makes you feel like this.”
Jeonghan arched his back off the bed and reached for his painfully neglected cock only to have his hand slapped away again.
“Cheoooooool,” he whined out. “Cheol, please touch me, please.”
Seungcheol wasted no time reaching down to grab Jeonghan’s cock and began pumping it with the same tempo as his thrusts, swiping his thumb across the slit, collecting the precome that had beaded on the head.
“Hannie, you’re so tight. Unnng god you feel so good baby, do you know that? Do you know what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me?”
Seungcheol’s thrusts started to become erratic as Jeonghan began to clench around him.
“Shit Cheol, shit. I’m so close. Hnnnnng, yesyesyes right there.”
Jeonghan pulled Seungcheol back down into a kiss as his orgasm ripped through his body, thick ropes of come covering his stomach, thighs trembling. Seuncheol let out a loud moan as he released into him. Jeonghan continued to clench around him and felt as if his body was floating with all the pleasure coursing through his body until Seungcheol collapsed on top of him.
They both laid there for a moment panting, Jeonghan slowly tracing patterns across Seungcheol’s back until he looked up at him and pushed Jeonghan’s hair out of his face.
“God Hannie. You’re so beautiful. Did you know that?”
Jeonghan didn’t have a chance to answer before Seungcheol slowly kissed him again. Their tongues once again dancing together like it’s what they were created for. Neither of them cared that they’re now sweaty and sticky, just simply enjoying being able to lay in each other’s presence again. Jeonghan pulled away from the kiss and chuckled.
“We should probably get up and go shower now.”
Seungcheol smiled back at him before slowly pulling out of Jeonghan and getting up to grab a warm washcloth to clean them up. Jeonghan smiled as Seungcheol made his way back to the bed and wiped him down before cleaning himself up. He threw the washcloth in the general direction of the hamper across the room and crawled across Jeonghan to lay down next to him, a chuckle escaping him as he did.
“What’s so funny?”
“Made super awkward eye contact with Hoonie in the hallway. Not that he looked any better. Kwon marked his chest up real good,” Seungcheol managed to get out in between giggles.
“Fucking hell. Those two are so insufferable sometimes.”
“But we love them.”
Jeonghan just nodded in agreement.
He didn’t waste any time snuggling closer to Seungcheol, wrapping his arm around his firm stomach and tangling their legs together under the blankets. He started tracing patterns across Seungcheol’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as Seungcheol massaged the nape of his neck. They lay like that for a while, comfortable silence settling around them before Jeonghan broke it.
“Cheol?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what Hannie?”
Jeonghan smiled and waited a second before answering.
“For loving me the way that you do.”
“There’s nothing else I’d rather do Jeonghan. Don’t you know that by now?”
Jeonghan just hummed in response as silence fell on them again and he wondered if Seungcheol had maybe fallen asleep already.
“Cheol?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
Seungcheol tightened his hold on Jeonghan and placed a kiss on his temple and honestly Jeonghan had never felt more safe or secure in his life.
They both knew that there were still things they would have to talk about. They’d spent the past week forcefully separated from each other by something that already had all thirteen of them teeming with anxiety from time to time. Jeonghan wouldn’t be able to get the sound of Jihoon sobbing his worries about Seungcheol out of his head any time soon. He’d known that Seungcheol was having a rough go of it - with thirteen members and different friend groups inside that number, word got around. But as much as Jeonghan knew that they would have to have the hard conversation about Seungcheol’s anxiety and how he was managing it, they’d equally have to talk about his incessant habit of bottling everything up until it began to reach a breaking point.
But for now, Jeonghan just wanted to bask in the afterglow of Seungcheol and the both of them making their way through having to quarantine. The rest would still be here in the morning. And in the days to come. And hopefully the lifetime to come with Seungcheol. Jeonghan snuggled in closer to Seuncheol, his head on his chest and he let himself be lulled to sleep by the beating of the heart he’s found his home in.