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Hyunjin frowns at the painting before him, tilting his head from side to side as he tries to figure out what's wrong with it, but he just can't put his finger on it. There's just… Something is just off, that's all, and although the dick in the painting is very nice indeed (the nicest, in Hyunjin's expert opinion), the painting itself is not. And that just won't do.
You see, Hyunjin is having an exhibition soon. Yes, of dick paintings. No, it's not weird, it's a celebration of sexuality, of his sexuality, and of body image, and although he asked every single one of his hook-ups if he could paint their more private parts (surprisingly, none of them ever declined), he's making sure the people attached to them remain anonymous, because celebration or not, he does understand that it can be awkward for some.
(Then again, for every shy yet agreeable person, there's another who's more than fine with being revealed. It's why he never contacts his one-night stands again, because it's just easier than dealing with clingy guys sending dick pics.)
"You could leave it out," Jisung, his best friend, suggests from where he's sitting on the desk behind him. "It's not like anyone will know. The guy who owns this dick probably won't even know, so it doesn't matter."
Hyunjin turns his head and throws him a glare. "I will know."
Felix, his other best friend, steps forward and inspects the painting from up close, humming as he does. "I think it looks good, Hyune. Pretty, even, as far as dicks go."
"Yeah, yeah, his cock looks great," Hyunjin huffs, "but I'm talking about the overall quality of the painting. There's just something about it that I don't think I like and it doesn't really fit in with the other ones, but I don't know why." He squints, as though that will help, but he still can't figure it out and it's getting on his nerves. And sure, Jisung has a point, but the owner of this dick was kind enough to let him paint it and to let all his efforts be in vain just feels like a shame. Besides, he doesn't like leaving anything incomplete.
Really, there's only one solution, even though he has to admit he's reluctant as it goes against all his usual rules. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, nodding to himself as he scrunches his nose at the painting.
"I'll need to call him and do it again."
"But you never do that," Felix points out, blinking over at him.
"I know. But I can make an exception." He has to, even, if he wants this exhibition to be a success.
"Do you even know who it is?" Jisung shuffles closer and peers at the painting. "I can't tell the difference between most of these, have you marked them on the back or something?"
Hyunjin scoffs and moves over to where he left his phone, already scrolling through his messages to find the right one; not that they'd kept in touch, of course, but they had messaged each other a few times before they slept together to agree on where to meet. "Of course I know, I remember every single face attached to these dicks." He ignores Felix's soft "must be an artist thing" and sighs as he keeps on scrolling. "And if you must know, this particular dick belongs to Bang Chan."
Jisung backs away so fast he nearly trips over himself. "Dude, I work with him sometimes, I didn't need to know that!"
"Chan hyung? Nicely done, Hyunjin, he's hot, and super friendly too."
"Yes, well…" Hyunjin finally finds the right thread and taps on it, pausing as he tries to figure out how to phrase his request. "Hopefully his friendliness extends this far." He decides to stick to a simple message and shows it to his friends before sending it off, Felix nodding in approval and Jisung appearing torn between agreement and not wanting to be involved now that he's aware it's his sort of mentor.
hi, this is hwang hyunjin, i have a kind of important question for you. any chance we can meet?
"Now we wait," Hyunjin sighs as he goes to lock his phone. Before he can do so, his phone dings and shows a reply. "Well, that was fast."
Hyunjin, hi, long time no see! ofc, I have some time tomorrow or even tonight, let me know when and where :)
“He seems eager,” Jisung points out, hesitantly supportive. “It must’ve been good, I feel like I always need to book time with him weeks in advance because the man literally never has time for anything other than work.”
Felix smiles and rubs Hyunjin’s back. “That’s the power of our Hyunjinnie,” he states fondly, which is… kind of cute, Hyunjin has to admit. If there’s anyone out there who’s forever encouraging his friends, it’s Felix, even in moments like these. (Jisung is one of the best hype men out there too, to be fair, but he still seems torn about Chan being involved in this; not that he minds, but Hyunjin can understand it must be odd for him.)
"Might as well get this over with," Hyunjin mumbles as he shoots off a suggestion for tonight at eight o'clock in a nearby noodle restaurant. It doesn't take long for Chan to confirm he's available and then Hyunjin's shoving his phone in his pocket. He looks over at his friends and shrugs. "Guess I've got a date to get ready for."
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Hyunjin gets to the restaurant a little early and waits outside. Of course it's not actually a date, but he dressed up a little anyway, figuring it can't hurt to look nice, especially considering what he's about to propose. He's also prepared for Chan to say no: just because he agreed before, doesn't mean he's under any obligation to do so again. It would be a shame, sure, but Hyunjin would understand and he hopes Chan knows this; he doesn't want to abuse his kindness.
"Hyunjin!"
Hyunjin lifts his head and straightens up, smiling when he spots Chan, who's holding up his hand in greeting and hurrying over. He looks good in all black, which Hyunjin remembers being his signature look, including a very nice leather jacket, and he seems torn on whether he should give Hyunjin a hug or not. In the end he settles for a big smile that showcases his dimples and a squeeze to Hyunjin's arm.
"Have you been waiting long?"
Hyunjin shakes his head. "Not at all, don't worry." He gestures at the restaurant. "Shall we go in?"
Chan nods and follows him, curiosity clear in his eyes even as they sit down, but he doesn't ask anything yet and only thanks their waiter for their water and opens up the menu. "Ah, this all looks good, how am I meant to choose," Chan sighs, sounding almost put-out.
"We could always share a few dishes if you want," Hyunjin offers. "My treat." He holds up his hand when Chan goes to protest and clears his throat as he contemplates how to explain himself. "Let's just say I have a big favour to ask and if you say yes, consider it a thank you, but if you say no, see it as a way of me making up for asking in the first place."
"Okay…" Chan chuckles and shifts in his seat, tilting his head. "Do I dare ask?"
"I'll tell you in a bit," Hyunjin promises. "Let's order first and then we can talk."
Although Chan looks like he wants to ask more, he instead smiles and agrees and delves into the menu again, narrowing his choices down enough that once their waiter comes to take their order, they're ready and it's not too much, but from what Hyunjin knows of the place, it will be enough. Well, he hopes so: from the way Chan speaks, he can eat.
"So." Chan places his hands on the table once the waiter has left and offers Hyunjin another smile. "I want to ask how you've been, but you have me curious about why you contacted me in the first place. I didn't expect to hear from you at all, to be honest. Which is fine, it's what we agreed! I'm just… surprised, I guess."
Hyunjin chews on his lip and glances around, glad that no one is too close or paying them any attention, because although he isn't ashamed, he also doesn't want everyone to overhear this - even if not for his own sake, then for Chan's. Nonetheless, he leans forward and lowers his voice. "Remember the painting I made of you?"
Immediately, Chan turns bright red. "Erm. Yes, the- yes. I remember. What- is something wrong with it?"
"No, it's perfect," Hyunjin assures him. "Or, well." He throws a significant look at Chan's crotch. "That is. Best one in the collection." To his amusement - and endearment - Chan flushes even more. "But the painting itself - I'm not happy with it. There's something about it that isn't quite right and I can't figure out how to fix it. So…" He licks his lips. "Remember you can say no! But I was wondering if you'd let me paint you again."
"Oh, I-" Chan laughs awkwardly and scratches his head. "I- I'm flattered? And I… yeah, I wouldn't mind."
"Wait, really?" Hyunjin perks up and leans across the table to catch Chan's eyes. "You're not just saying that? Because it's fine if you don't want to, I understand once might have enough."
"Hyunjin…" Chan chuckles, his eyes soft and warm. "Sleeping with you was hardly a punishment and I liked having you paint me. It was unconventional, sure, but I enjoyed it. Not that I'm assuming we'd have sex again, of course-"
"Oh, no, I would be up for it." Hyunjin isn't lying either: he might have had many hook-ups, but Chan was one of the best ones, with just the right amount of strength and gentleness, and a nice balance between bratty and dominant. It had been fun and although Hyunjin made it a point not to sleep with anyone twice outside of a relationship, he'd be an idiot to turn Chan down if he was interested. "Besides, I need to get you hard somehow, right?"
Chan covers his ears and ducks down, mumbling something about how Hyunjin wouldn't have to try very hard. Before Hyunjin can even think of teasing him, their food is being brought out and they're quiet as it's all placed down in front of them. Both of them utter another thank you and then they're left alone once more, Chan immediately reaching for his chopsticks and shoving a dumpling in his mouth.
"If you don't want to have sex again," Hyunjin ignores Chan's spluttering, "I'm fine with that too, whatever makes you comfortable. I'm just grateful you'll let me paint you again and if you want to take care of yourself instead, I won’t mind. It's a lot to ask, after all."
“God, Hyunjin.” Chan laughs and shakes his head. “I forgot how forward you can be. But if you’re willing, I can promise you I am too. You were…” He swallows and laughs again. “You’re hard to forget, I can tell you that much.”
Hyunjin can’t help it, he preens even though this isn’t even the first time he’s been told as much. "I could say the same to you,” he purrs, delighting in the way Chan turns shy once more. “I admit I don’t usually hook up with people twice, but I can’t say I’m disappointed it’s with you.”
Chan smiles down at the food and eats some more, which leads Hyunjin to do the same. “Thank you. I didn’t expect to leave an impression.”
“Oh, you did.” Hyunjin takes one of the dumplings and starts eating it, watching Chan as he chews. It’s not like he’s been thinking about Chan since their one night together, that’s not his style, but the more time he spends with him, the more details he recalls and the more he’s looking forward to a rerun. “And I’m sure you’ll leave another one.”
“Ah…” Chan bites his lip before he reaches for his drink, taking several large sips. “When would you want to… well, do this?”
Hyunjin hums as he shoves some more food in his mouth, looking up as he thinks. “My exhibition is only about two weeks away, so preferably as soon as possible. I mean, I’d be up for us going back to my place after this, but it’s up to you.”
“That would work for me,” Chan says. “I don’t know if I could jump straight into it, but-”
“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin interrupts him. “I’ll take care of you.” He smiles innocently and picks up another dumpling while Chan’s face turns all red once more. Cute.
********
“So… Should I take off my shirt or…?”
“Oh, I’m always in favour of you not wearing a shirt,” Hyunjin says with an innocent smile, laughing when Chan whines and covers his face. They'd gone back to his after their meal, which had been filled with exciting tension, and after some pleasantries ("You have a lovely home" and "Thanks! Would you like something to drink?" “Oh, no, that’s alright”) they had moved over to the settee, near Hyunjin's art supplies. “You know, for someone so hot, you sure are shy.” He noticed it last time as well: Chan’s fine as hell (Felix agreed, Jisung begrudgingly did the same), but he doesn’t seem to realise it. Not to the extent he should, at least.
To be honest, it's a welcome change from some of the guys Hyunjin has fucked who thought they were way more desirable than they were (they were the ones who didn't seem to understand Hyunjin didn't want more from them).
"Ah, you're much too nice," Chan complains as he lets out an embarrassed laugh.
"I don't hand out compliments I don't mean."
Chan smiles and rubs the back of his head, his eyes lowered. “Then… thank you. I’ll just…” He gestures before shrugging off his shirt, a lovely flush having spread down to his chest. Without looking Hyunjin’s way, he folds it up and places it aside, then takes a deep breath and nods to himself before sitting back, his hands on his knees. Then his gaze flickers over to Hyunjin at last, like he’s waiting for further instructions.
Hyunjin can’t help but be endeared. He admires the view for a moment, his fingers itching to pick up his pencils and make a quick sketch, but that’s not why Chan is here. Instead, he hums and shifts so he’s on his knees, facing the other, and reaches out to place his hand on his shoulder. “You know, you’re kind of ridiculous,” he sighs as his hand slides down so he can run his fingers across the reddened skin. “You’re so strong yet so easily reduced to an obedient good boy, aren't you?"
"Is that good or bad?"
"Good,” Hyunjin assures him. Chan seems a little insecure now and that just won’t do. “I like it." And in order to show just how much he likes it, he swings a leg across both of Chan’s and slides onto his lap. He grins when Chan sputters in surprise, but he soon recovers enough to grip Hyunjin’s waist and tug him closer. “Like I said,” Hyunjin continues, lowering his voice as he leans in, “you’re a good boy, doing exactly what I hoped you would.”
He doesn’t give Chan a chance to reply, kissing him instead, pleased when Chan is quick to kiss him back. His lips are soft and he’s so careful yet eager, like he wants more but isn’t sure he should take it. “Hyung…” Hyunjin nips at Chan’s bottom lip. “You don’t need to hold back, you know. You should know I can take it.”
Chan opens his mouth to reply, then he swallows and nods in understanding, his eyes a tad darker now. He leans in and kisses Hyunjin again, deepening it quickly and biting down on Hyunjin’s lips with much more force than Hyunjin himself had used. Which is definitely not a bad thing, and in return he moves even closer, his hands in Chan’s hair as he rolls his hips just once, then twice. God, he had forgotten how good of a kisser Chan was; you can always tell when someone enjoys kissing and when someone does it just because they feel they need to, and Chan clearly doesn’t just enjoy it, he loves it.
“Not that I mind,” Chan eventually mumbles between kisses, “but weren’t you supposed to paint me?”
“Yes, but I need to get you hard first,” Hyunjin mutters before he licks back into Chan’s mouth, moaning when their tongues touch. He presses up against him so closely that Chan’s head is forced back so they can keep kissing. From what he can feel against his hip, he has already succeeded in getting Chan sufficiently aroused, but he doesn’t want to stop this just yet, too addicted to the feeling. Besides, it can’t hurt to get him even more worked up, can it? Even if it’s just for his own enjoyment.
When he swirls his hips next, Chan squeezes his waist and pulls back, breathing heavily. The flush on his face has deepened and Hyunjin eyes him hungrily, appreciating the view. He wasn’t kidding when he called him ridiculous, because Chan is, in addition to everything else, ridiculously attractive, from his obvious strength to his earnest face, and he responds so prettily too, with the way he squirms and whines when he’s either turned on or embarrassed, not to mention how he blushes all over his body. It’s nice. It’s fascinating. Hyunjin once again wishes he could draw him, but… perhaps some other time.
(True, even this second time wasn’t supposed to happen, so why would he see Chan again? Then again, even this second time wasn’t supposed to happen, so why not?)
“God, you’re a menace,” Chan laughs. Hyunjin resists the urge to poke his dimples. “Should we- should I...” He sighs and presses his lips together. “Please tell me what to do next.”
Hyunjin bursts out laughing, though arousal fills his stomach at Chan’s innocent words. He knows it was meant as a genuine request because Chan is shy and wants to know where to go from here, but at the same time, it’s undeniably hot to have someone - to have him - ask so sweetly. “Impatient?” he teases. He ignores the mumbled reply of ‘you have no idea’ and slides off Chan’s lap. “Why don’t you lie down? Get a bit more comfortable.”
Chan eyes him wearily. “Are you going to keep touching me if I do?”
“Why, do you not want me to?”
With a snort, Chan shifts so he can lie on his back, a tantalising treat all for Hyunjin’s eyes. “I’m pretty sure you know better than that by now.”
Hyunjin shrugs and settles back on Chan, right on his crotch, smirking at the small gasp Chan lets out. “It’s important to make sure.”
“True, true.” Chan smiles and tugs at Hyunjin’s shirt. “Speaking of, are you okay to take off your shirt too or would you prefer to keep it on? You don’t need to, of course, but it would be nice.”
“I don’t mind.” And he doesn’t, so he takes his shirt off and tosses it aside, uncaring about where it lands. He places his hands on Chan’s knees and leans back, smirking when the other can’t take his eyes off of him, his hands twitching at his sides. “Aw, look at you. You won’t even touch me until I explicitly say you can, will you?” When Chan only nods, gaze fixed somewhere on Hyunjin’s stomach and running lower, Hyunjin hums and moves so he’s leaning over Chan instead, his hands on either side of his head. “Such a good boy,” he coos. “Is it still okay if I touch you?”
“Yes, please.”
The haste with which he speaks has Hyunjin laughing again before he sits up, resting all his weight on Chan’s groin and making him moan. “So good for me,” Hyunjin coos, not failing to notice how Chan twitches underneath him. He places his hands on Chan’s shoulders and slowly explores his chest, admiring his physique. Out of all the men he’s slept with, Chan is probably the one who’s sexiest without much effort - or awareness - and as annoyed as he still is over his painting, Hyunjin is also kind of happy he gets to experience that again.
By the time he’s running his fingers along the other’s hip bones, Chan is a whining mess below him and he’s so hard Hyunjin is torn between blowing him and drawing him. Maybe he can do the first before he does the second, but then the question is: does he make the drawing even more risquée by finishing Chan off first or does he just tease him a little longer and only gets him off afterwards? What he does know for sure is that Chan needs to be out of his clothes very soon, because he can’t be comfortable like this; plus, Hyunjin did invite him over with a clear goal in mind.
“I’m going to undress you fully now,” Hyunjin tells him. “Is that okay?” At Chan’s enthusiastic consent, Hyunjin lowers his head to brush his lips along his neck before climbing off him once more and kneeling next to the settee. “Raise your hips for me, hyung. Yes, there you go, good boy.” He eases the pants and boxers down Chan’s legs, scattering kisses along the newly exposed skin as he goes, grinning when he automatically spreads his legs apart. “You know, it’s a shame I can’t see the rest of you. From what I remember, your ass is kind of amazing.” An understatement: even Felix had raved about it earlier.
“Maybe next time you should do an ass exhibition,” Chan suggests, smiling when Hyunjin giggles. “What, it might work!”
“Hmm, it might,” Hyunjin agrees. “All I’d really need is yours, so I guess that would make things easier. ‘Bang Chan’s Ass - A Story Untold’.” He wrinkles his nose. “Well. The title is still a work in progress.”
Chan groans and flashes him a smile. “I know you’re probably joking, but just in case you aren’t: please don’t do an exhibition about my ass.”
Hyunjin pouts up at him from under his eyelashes. “Fine, but the world is missing out.” He returns his attention to Chan’s lower half and fixes his gaze on the hardness between his legs. “At least they’ll have this,” he says as he wraps his long fingers around Chan’s dick, ignoring the whimper that earns him. “Not that they’ll know, complete anonymity and all that, but it’s the thought that counts.”
He doesn’t do more than hold him, looking at the cock from different angles and trying to determine the best way to do this, especially since he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop once he starts. “Okay, so there are a few ways I can go about this: I start the painting now and get you off afterwards, I suck you off for a bit to take the edge off, then start the painting and finish you when I’m done, or I get you off in full now and then I paint. Which would mean something a bit more… explicit, I guess.”
“Oh,” Chan breathes out. “Erm. Last time you just drew before, right?”
“I did, but since it didn’t come out right, I’m wondering if that will work this time,” Hyunjin sighs. Of course he won’t finish the full painting tonight, but he always makes sure to get a good rough draft.
“Maybe… you could do two paintings? One based on now and one based on, you know, after? And then pick between them? Or something?”
If it weren’t for the bright red of Chan’s ears, Hyunjin would think he’s lost whatever shyness he had before, but no, it’s still there. However, he does make a good point, and Hyunjin tells him as much, relishing the little grin on Chan’s lips when he does before he reaches for his supplies and kicks off his own pants so he can sit comfortably and draw, sketching a simple outline as a start. “You really do have the nicest cock,” he comments as he works, mouth watering at the thought of taking it in his mouth. That, however, will have to wait for now.
Chan whines, his hands covering his face but dick bobbing at Hyunjin’s words, a bead of precum forming at the tip that Hyunjin is quick to add to his drawing. “Oh my god, you can’t just say that!”
“Why not? It’s the truth. Felt so good inside me too.” He licks his lips at the vague memory of when they fucked last time. “I’ll show you how much I like it later on,” he promises.
When he finally stops, satisfied that he’ll be able to add the rest later on, Chan is breathing heavily, and Hyunjin presses a kiss to the head of his cock as a thank you, his lips shiny when he pulls back. “Can I go down on you?” he asks, tilting his head and widening his eyes.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Chan groans as he sits back up. “But please.”
As much as Hyunjin would like to tease him some more, he’s far too impatient himself and so he crawls between Chan’s legs and takes him in his mouth, both of them groaning once he does. Usually, Hyunjin likes to take his time, but now he swallows him down to the base immediately, sucking hard and tonguing at the salty skin with enthusiasm. He moans when Chan grips his hair, which causes the other to buck his hips and slide further down his throat. He whispers a shaky apology and Hyunjin wonders how much more fond he can get. He looks up at Chan with lidded eyes and attempts to convey with his gaze and an encouraging moan how very okay he is with this.
“Wait, wait, I’m close, what if I-” Chan stops with a choked sound.
Hyunjin pulls back and licks his lips as he catches Chan’s eye, his right hand taking over for now and jerking him off. “Please come in my mouth, hyung,” he says sweetly. “I want it so badly.” He does, too, wants to taste Chan and draw him after, capture what he looks like with cum dripping down his cock and balls, wants to make him feel good above all.
”Fuck, Hyunjin,” Chan hisses. “What about you?”
Hyunjin wants to say he doesn’t care, that he can get himself off later on, but the little he knows about Chan is that he wouldn’t accept that unless Hyunjin insists that’s what he wants, because he likes making people feel good more than he wants to feel good himself. A selfless lover, more than most, and Hyunjin knows he’d regret it if he turned him down.
“You can do me later,” he assures him, ideas coming to mind as he speaks of the various ways they could go about it and he squeezes his thighs together. “You can fuck me, I can fuck you, you can use your mouth, your fingers, any of my toys, I really don’t care, just- please come for me now, hyung?”
“Yeah, okay, yeah, I can do that,” is Chan’s breathless reply. He keens when Hyunjin wraps his lips around him, precum filling Hyunjin’s mouth, the taste growing stronger. Hyunjin bobs his head faster, his fingers digging into Chan’s thighs, his eyes closed. When Chan climaxes, it’s with a loud, whiny moan and Hyunjin drinks him up happily, swallowing as much as he can before it gets too much. That’s when he pulls back, wipes his mouth (though he’s sure he doesn’t catch everything), and reaches for his drawing utensils again.
Before he can get started, however, Chan is dropping to his knees beside him, a little clumsy, slips his hand down his underwear and starts stroking his cock, which has Hyunjin crying out in surprise.
“Shit, hyung!”
“This okay?” Chan asks, hesitating.
Hyunjin knows he should draw, but he’s too turned on to care, so he nods his head and smashes his mouth against Chan’s, kissing him passionately as Chan works him quickly. It takes only a short time for him to spill into Chan’s hand, whimpering into his mouth until he lets go, edging on oversensitive. He slumps against him and whines, but for a different reason this time.
“How am I meant to draw you now?” he complains, raising his hand and letting it flop down again to show Chan how his limbs have become noodles.
“Give it a minute?” Chan suggests with a laugh, still sounding a little out of breath. He grabs a nearby towel and wipes his hand, which will do for now. “Or we can try again later?”
Hyunjin raises his eyebrows and huffs out a laugh, too tired to move away from Chan and instead resting his weight on him and relying on him to keep him up. “What, twice wasn’t enough for you?” He stretches his legs out and scrunches his nose at the uncomfortable feeling in his boxers. “I really need to get changed. Shower and get changed.”
“I won’t lie, I think I could do this for a lot longer,” Chan says. “But we don’t have to! I wouldn’t mind using your shower, though, if that’s okay.”
Hyunjin considers that for a moment. He knows Chan won’t be offended regardless of his answer and that actually makes him more inclined to agree to do this again. Twice is already more than he thought he’d sleep with Chan, after all. “We can both use my shower. And then, if you still want to, we can go again.”
Judging from the way Chan kisses him after that, he’s pretty sure he’s in agreement. When he stumbles to his feet and insists on carrying Hyunjin to the bathroom, he’s more than pretty sure.
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“You know, this is a lot more tasteful than I thought it would be,” Jisung remarks after he’s looked at the entire exhibition and finds Hyunjin where he’s chilling by the bar. “I mean, I wouldn’t show it to my parents, but it’s cool.”
“You did really well,” Felix adds, giving Hyunjin a hug. “I enjoyed it a lot.”
“Thank you,” Hyunjin tells them both. “I enjoyed creating it, it’s been interesting.” For multiple reasons and in multiple different ways. It’s not even just been about the sex, though that’s been a huge plus, but him trying a different art style and, of course, remeeting Chan. The two of them have met several times more and things are… Well, something’s happening between them.
“Is Chan hyung coming too?” Felix asks, looking around as though he expects him to be hiding in a corner.
“Yes, but not until after work.” Because of course Chan studies and works and has his hobbies and somehow still manages to make time for Hyunjin. It’s kind of nice, actually: Hyunjin is pretty independent and the fact that they see each other often enough but also have time for themselves is good for both of them. Granted, it’s only been two weeks so it’s hard to tell how things will go from here, but for now the outlook is good. And the sex, the sex has been amazing.
Jisung shakes his head. “I still can’t believe you started dating, or whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Me neither, but…” Hyunjin shrugs. “I can’t say I’m complaining.” He perks up when he spots a familiar curly head of hair in the distance and raises his hand to wave at him. He receives a dimpled smile in return and smooths out his shirt before getting ready to greet him. Before he leaves, he glances over at Jisung and grins.
“By the way, that painting you said was the hottest one? That’s him.”
He ignores Jisung’s yell and rushes over to Chan so he can greet him and show him the exhibition himself. And maybe, rather than an exhibition on Chan’s ass, he’d be allowed to do one on his entire being one day. (Though there’s something to be said for keeping him all to himself as well.)