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It was strange knowing what Seungmin’s lips tasted like.
Hyunjin had stared at them for so long in the past, trying to remember from the chaste little pecs they had shared over the years and the one slightly longer kiss they had as teenagers, but none of those actually had given him much of anything to go on. But now, when he stared at them, he knew exactly how they felt - how pink they got when they were swollen, how Seungmin’s tongue felt pressing against his own.
Hyunjin tilted his head slightly as though that would help him see them at a different angle. But, no matter how he looked at them, they were perfect - the slant of them, how plush they were, how Seungmin’s tongue flickered out to wet them more often when he was nervous, the blushed color that had Hyunjin remembering all of the times he read that your lips matched the color of your c-
“Hyunjin.”
“What?” Hyunjin sat up a bit straighter, eyes widening as he took in the faces of seven other men looking at him. Chan and Changbin looked helpless, eyes flickering between him and Seungmin, while Jisung, Minho, and Felix’s lips were curling with mischief. Jeongin was rolling his eyes and Seungmin’s eyes were round and full-on puppy dog as he looked at Hyunjin curiously.
“Can you please stop eye-fucking Seungmin for three seconds and focus?” Changbin grumbled.
Hyunjin’s jaw dropped open, eyes widening even more - none of the guys knew the two of them had kissed (made out? That seemed the more appropriate word for it) yesterday. But, Felix had also told him that he wasn’t exactly subtle about his crush. “I wasn’t,” he whined. “Stop being weird.”
The rest of the group was used to it by this point, so moved on easily. Only Hyunjin seemed to notice the pink that had crawled up Seungmin’s neck all the way to his ears.
They really hadn’t gone any further than making out yesterday - not even any wandering hands. They had just kissed for a while before it suddenly hit them exactly what they were doing and where they were. They had untangled, Seungmin being as awkward as Hyunjin figured he would be, and headed toward the train station. If Seungmin had had it his way, he would have escaped onto his own train without acknowledging anything at all, but Hyunjin had grabbed him a moment before he had to go and laid another quick peck to his lips. Seungmin looked absolutely dazed as he stepped off of the train at his stop.
They didn’t even get a chance to talk about it before they were all being summoned to meet at Chan’s house to discuss end of semester plans to make sure everyone could attend the games, parties, and events that they wanted to. Unlike Chan, though, most of them did not have color-coordinated Google calendars and went purely based on vibes.
But, they all knew it was important to Chan for them to spend as much time as possible together before the graduation date that was sneaking up on all of them. The only one who wouldn’t be walking to receive a diploma was Changbin who had one more semester - and who knew where they would all end up once summer began?
“We all need to make sure we’re available for Hyunjin and Felix’s final showcase,” Chan continued once Hyunjin was finally paying attention. “Hyunjin, I was asking you what day yours was.”
Hyunjin’s brain stopped working for a second before he fumbled to take his phone out, staring at the date and then actually bringing up his calendar. “Next weekend,” he breathed.
“And mine is tomorrow,” Felix piped up.
When the hell had that happened? Was the end of the semester really this soon? Hyunjin knew he still had a few weeks to turn in his final project, but his gallery was coming to a close so soon it made his chest ache.
“We should all be free tomorrow,” Seungmin spoke up. Just the sound of his voice had Hyunjin sitting up a bit straighter. He actively had to stop himself from making heart eyes as he looked at Seungmin. “We have a game at noon, so we could all go to the gallery after washing up after we’re done.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jeongin nodded.
“Yeah, we’re free,” Jisung said, holding up his hand that was interlocked with Minho’s.
“Great,” Chan clapped. “Now our final game is on…”
Hyunjin stopped paying attention again, Chan’s voice becoming a soft drone buzzing in the background as he went right back to staring at Seungmin’s lips.
***
“What are you and Seungmin wearing tonight?”
Hyunjin looked up from his phone at Felix who was already dressed in their baseball uniform - his blonde hair scooped into a ponytail. If nothing else came from playing this sport, at least the uniforms were cute.
Hyunjin clicked his phone off, having stared at the little text message box under Seungmin’s name where he had typed about 100 different things before deleting them all, and tossed it off to one side of the bed. “He’s insisting on getting some use out of his suit he already had - so we’re doing a classic black and white look,” he said, standing up and opening his closet.
Hyunjin would never be caught dead in a basic tux, so he pulled out the outfit he had planned to try to match Seungmin with just a little more flare. The dark sweater over a white shirt with a frill up to his chin and gray slacks was the best he could come up with.
“Oh, that’s cute yeah,” Felix said, clapping a few times with a grin.
Hyunjin just smiled and set the clothes back on the rack, pulling at them to make sure they weren’t going to get any wrinkles while they were out at the game.
When he turned around, he was surprised to see Felix still standing there, eying him up and down as though sizing him up. “What?” He questioned, eyebrow raising.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Felix asked.
Curse Felix and Jisung for actually being good friends and being able to tell when something is wrong.
“Yeah, just tired,” Hyunjin shrugged.
“Which is code for ‘yes, something is wrong but I don’t want to tell you.’”
Hyunjin scowled and waved a hand at him, “leave so I can get changed for the game.”
“You’re not getting away that easy, Hwang!” Felix yelled as Hyunjin shoved him out of the room and slammed the door in his face.
And if he made sure his uniform was a little more perfect than usual and put his hair up in a bun like he knew Seungmin liked while getting ready, who would ever know? No one would notice the little bit of cologne he put on or the teeniest bit of tinted chapstick either.
Except Felix, because Felix noticed everything.
“Nah, what’s going on?” He asked the second Hyunjin walked out of his room. He and Jisung were sitting up at the kitchen counter, playing on their phones as they waited for Chan to come pick them up for the game. “What’s with the lipstick?”
“It’s not lipstick,” Hyunjin argued immediately. “I just put on chapstick!”
Jisung leaned over to get a better look at him, eyes roaming over him from head to toe, “oh, did you and Seungmin finally fuck?”
“Oh, no shit, ya think?”
“What?” Hyunujin screeched so loudly he knew the neighbors would be able to hear him. He spluttered before asking, “what do you mean? Why would you think that?”
“Oh they totally fucked.”
“Yup.”
“How could you not tell me?” Felix whined.
“We didn’t fuck!” Hyunjin threw up his hands. “We just…” he trailed off, not knowing exactly how much Seungmin would want him to be telling everyone. He didn’t think it was right to out the guy who had been very adamantly straight for years.
“You just..?” Jisung prompted, leaning forward.
“We kissed,” Hyunjin sighed. “That’s it though.”
“Oh my god,” Felix squealed. “Finally.”
“But don’t tell everyone,” Hyunjin hissed at them. “I don’t know what he wants to do or how he wants to come out or anything so don’t tell the other guys.”
“My lips are sealed,” Jisung said, motioning to lock them and throw away the key.
“It’s not like it wasn’t incredibly obvious he wasn’t straight this entire time,” Felix sighed. “But fine, fine, we can wait for him to tell us.”
Hyunjin was saved from any further conversation by a knock at the door. He practically ran to open it, flinging it open carelessly to tell Chan they’d be right out. But, the words died on his tongue when Seungmin blinked at him from his doorstep.
He had already ogled Seungmin a dozen times in their baseball uniforms - it hugged his waist and legs so well it was hard not to look. But now that he had touched that insane body? That perfect, perky ass? He couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering enough for Seungmin to have to clear his throat.
“Ready to go?” He asked, his voice slightly rough.
“Yeah, let us just grab our stuff,” Hyunjin breathed before going to find his backpack.
Normally Jisung didn’t carpool with them, because usually Minho drove his own car around with the two of them in it - none of them ever argued with this set up considering they all fuckin knew what the two of them were getting up to in there - but for some reason, today Minho sat in the front seat. Hyunjin paused after throwing his stuff in the trunk, staring at the older. “Why are you here?”
“Lovely to see you too, Hyunjinnie,” Minho cooed.
“His car is in the shop,” Jisung said, already climbing into the back seat behind his boyfriend.
“We can’t all fit, then,” Hyunjin whined. “What do you plan on doing, Chan? Dropping people off and then coming back to get someone? Or does someone need to get the train?”
“It’s only one extra person,” Minho said, waving his hand. “Felix is small enough to sit in the middle and you can sit on Seungminnie’s lap.”
Both Hyunjin and Seungmin froze at that. Seungmin was already halfway getting inside the car, his eyes going round as he looked over at Hyunjin like a deer in headlights.
Minho turned around fully, that evil little grin on his cheeks, “that’s okay, right, Hyunjinnie? You and Seungmin are best friends, aren’t you?”
Hyunjin scowled at Minho before pointedly walking around the car and practically shoving Seungmin to sit down on the open seat. It was already incredibly crammed with three full grown men squished in the back, and considering Hyunjin was the tallest by far, it was definitely going to be a tight squeeze.
Seungmin was sitting as straight as a board, his hands down by his sides, as Hyunjin climbed up onto his lap as gingerly as possible. He had to curl his head and shoulders down a bit to not slam them into the top of the car, and immediately started complaining, “Why are the two tallest people having to sit on each other! Jisung, come switch with me!”
“But I’m so comfortable,” Jisung whined. He had leaned over to be able to wrap his arms around Minho from behind him.
“No fondling each other in my car,” Chan sighed helplessly.
“This is so unfair,” Hyunjin huffed as he pulled the door shut and tried his best to get comfortable and not squash Seungmin completely.
It became very clear immediately what another issue was.
“I don’t have a seatbelt you psychopath!” Hyunjin squealed as Chan immediately had to slam on his breaks and honk his horn. They lived in a busy city - not having a seatbelt could mean literal death.
“Seungminnie can just hold onto you,” Minho hummed, turning to look at them with far too innocent eyes. “Right?”
Hyunjin felt Seungmin tense behind him for a moment, but as Chan stepped on the gas again, lunging the car forward, his arms immediately came up to wrap around Hyunjin’s waist, holding him securely on his lap.
What was this? Some sort of fucking kdrama?
The world must be fucking with him.
Hyunjin really was trying to sit up as much as he could on Seungmin’s thighs, sitting more on his knees than his waist, but Chan must be in on whatever this whole thing was because when he took a sharp turn without even slowing down, Hyunjin was practically slammed backwards into Seungmin. “Can you learn how to fucking drive?” he yelled.
Chan wasn’t usually one to participate in the evil ploys in this group, but Hyunjin swore he could see the corner of his lips twitch up in the corners.
“It’s fine, just sit back,” Seungmin sighed, tightening his grip on Hyunjin’s waist and tugging him back into a far more comfortable and secure situation. It might be safer for Hyunjin’s physical body, but it was absolutely not for his mental state.
Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner, became his internal mantra. Who was he thinking this for - himself or Seungmin? He wasn’t entirely sure. He just needed both of them to come out unscathed from this or the teasing would be relentless until they graduated - or perhaps until they died, who knew?
Somehow, they got to the field without any boners happening, and without Hyunjin leaning forward to strangle either Chan or Minho. Hyunjin jumped off of Seungmin’s lap before Chan even turned the ignition off, flinging open the door and stumbling out into the bright sun outside. He took a deep breath the moment he could, knowing his face was red as a beet.
He felt Seungmin behind him, pulling himself out of the car and shuffling around awkwardly until Chan popped the trunk for them to grab their stuff.
Hyunjin kept his head ducked slightly, ignoring the shit-eating grins and looks he was getting from the other, and headed to the field.
“I’m sorry.”
Hyunjin looked up, blinking, as Seungmin fell into step beside him. “You’re sorry? You didn’t do anything - those fucking fuckers were the ones who-”
“I meant about yesterday,” Seungmin murmured so quietly, Hyunjin almost wondered if he heard him at all.
His heart almost stopped at that, as did his feet that he nearly tripped over. Seungmin’s hand grabbing his elbow was the only thing that kept him from face-planting. “What? What was there to be sorry about? Do you- did you not- were you-”
“No, no, I meant,” Seungmin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything afterwards or text you or anything I just… was thinking about everything a lot.”
“You stress yourself out too much,” Hyunjin sighed as though he also hadn’t been freaking out over sending Seungmin a text, his hands shaking and sweaty.
“You don’t hate me, do you?” Seungmin whispered.
“Why would I hate you?” Hyunjin asked, blinking at him in confusion.
Seungmin brought a hand up to rub at his neck in the nervous tick Hyunjin recognized decades ago. “I just… I kind of threw myself at you, I didn’t even ask if it was okay or if you wanted to. I don’t want you to think I was using you or something with trying to figure everything out, I just-”
“Seungmin,” Hyunjin groaned. “I absolutely didn’t think that.” He stopped, grabbing Seungmin’s elbow to turn him toward him so they could look at each other. He knew the others were just a bit behind them, probably witnessing the whole thing. “I wanted to kiss you too.”
Seungmin glanced back at where the guys were coming from and nodded just once. “Can we talk… later? After the game?”
Hyunjin nodded, smiling, “of course. You’re my date for the event, aren’t you? We can’t miss Felix’s showcase.”
The little smile that perked up on Seungmin’s lips washed away any of the remaining anxiety on Hyunjin’s shoulders. “Yeah, you’re right.”
The game went about the same as all their games had gone thus far - except this time Hyunjin didn’t have to feel bad about openly staring at Seungmin’s ass the entire time. He felt even less guilty when he turned around from batting to see Seunmin’s eyes on him, looking darker than they normally did. It made excited little tingles crawl up Hyunjin’s spine.
The ride home was a bit less awkward with how much adrenaline was running through everyone. Jisung was far louder, shouting about the game and “did you see that? I actually hit the ball that time!” Minho was a perfect, encouraging boyfriend hyping him up as Felix laughed and nodded along. They barely paid attention to Hyunjin and Seungmin who was pressed together far more than they had been on the ride to the game.
“We brought our outfits here to change into,” Chan explained when Hyunjin shot him a look of confusion as they all got out of the car. “We figured that would be easier than going home and then back again.”
“And Changbin and Jeongin will meet us there,” Felix nodded.
Trying to shuffle through six men showering in a single bathroom was not an easy feat. Hyunjin and Felix whined that they should go first considering they needed to do their hair, and then they were arguing about what they should eat for dinner before going, and then the water was cold by the time it got to Chan. And, overall, it became obvious why there were only supposed to be 3 people living in this apartment. But, they made it work, and eventually everyone was freshly showered and had pulled on their suits and outfits for the night.
“Oh.”
Hyunjin had just finished fixing his hair when he heard the little gasp behind him. He turned, grinning when he saw Seungmin looking at him from the doorway. He looked fantastic in the simple tux - even if it was a bit boring.
“Like what you see?” Hyunjin teased as he stood up. He put his arms out and did a little spin, “I know it’s simple, but I wanted us to match still.”
“You look great,” Seungmin nodded quickly.
Hyunjin smiled and reached out to take Seungmin’s hands, pulling him further into the room so he could shut the door quietly behind him. “So, do you want to talk now?”
Seungmin was already fidgeting as he sighed, “I don’t even know what there is to talk about.”
“How about you tell me what you want from this,” Hyunjin said, motioning between them.
Seungmin stared at him for a second before turning the question around, “what about you? What do you want? I think it’s obvious what I want.”
“Not really,” Hyunjin said, eyebrows raising. “You told me you were trying to figure out your sexuality and then kissed me - it was kind of just a repeat of high school.”
Seungmin groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “no, I told you I knew… I knew I wasn’t aroace because I… have someone that I like.”
Hyunjin could feel his heartrate pick up at that. He licked his lips that had gone dry before murmuring, “yeah but you didn’t say that someone was me?”
“Was that not obvious by the kiss?” Seungmin asked.
“You’re saying you like me?” Hyunjin asked, voice quiet. When Seungmin nodded just once, Hyunjin had to ask, “for how long?”
“God, Hyunjin, I don’t know. Since we were kids? Since I kissed you in high school? I don’t know,” he said, sounding a bit helpless. “That’s what I had been trying to figure out.”
Hyunjin could barely hear over how hard his pulse was pounding in his ears as Seungmin told him he had had a crush on him this whole time. He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “We’re idiots,” he said. “We could have saved so much time if you had just told me that.” He hesitated before asking, “then what happened when we tried to date as teenagers? You told me our kiss is what made you sure you were straight.”
“I panicked,” Seungmin murmured. “I… I liked kissing you a little too much.” Curse Han Jisung for always being right about everything. “It freaked me out - all of those emotions… they were just so much more than anything I had ever felt for another person and hell, Hyunjin, we were fifteen. That’s a lot for a fifteen year old to be dealing with.”
Hyunjin could understand that - sometimes he wished he hadn’t figured out everything until later in life, just so he didn’t have to deal with figuring himself out during the worst years of school. But now, seeing how filled with anxiety Seungmin was as an adult trying to figure out his identity, Hyunjin could see the benefits of knowing yourself early on.
He reached out again, taking Seungmin’s hands and squeezing them comfortingly. “You should have told me,” he whispered again. “I could have helped, I could have been there for you rather than you suffering in silence and trying to figure it all out on your own.”
Seungmin laughed at that, “telling my crush about me questioning my sexuality because of him? I never would have done that.”
“Maybe it would have helped considering you were my crush too,” Hyunjin said all at once, the words tumbling out of him before he could hold them back.
Seungmin stared at him, lost for a few moments. “I… was your crush?”
“Still are,” Hyunjin laughed.
Seungmin looked dumb founded for several seconds before he laughed humorlessly, “so I really did make this all too hard on myself.”
“You already knew I would have dated you - I said ‘yes’ immediately when you asked me in high school! How did you not realize I liked you?”
“I thought you were just being a good friend,” Seungmin muttered. “Which is why I didn’t want to tell you - I didn’t want you to think I was using you to figure out my sexuality.”
“I would have been fine with that,” Hyunjin grinned, winking at him when Seungmin looked up.
Seungmin snorted, rolling his eyes before asking, “what do we do now?”
“What do you want to do now?” Hyunjin asked back. “Do you want to… date? Do you want to come out to everyone or date for a while secretly?”
“I don’t like the idea of hiding this from people,” Seungmin said, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. “But… the idea of coming out is terrifying.”
“If it makes you feel better, the guys already assume you’re queer.”
Seungmin balked, “what? Really?”
“Yup,” Hyunjin hummed. “They would probably react like ‘no shit, Seungmin’ and ‘we already knew that.’ I really don’t think you need to worry about them if you want to come out to a few people to test the waters.”
“Maybe,” Seungmin murmured, nodding to himself.
Hyunjin squeezed his hands again before he took a step closer. “Can I kiss you again?”
Seungmin’s eyes immediately flickered down to Hyunjin’s lips. He nodded slowly, “please.”
Hyunjin made sure not to bite Seungmin’s lips too much and also made sure Seungmin didn’t touch his hair, so that when they walked out of the room they wouldn’t look as disheveled.
Which was very wishful thinking.
Jisung literally choked on the pizza he was chewing when he saw them, and Minho’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Felix turned around, face immediately pulling into a grin as Chan groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Did you two fuck in there?” Jisung squealed, pointing at Hyunjin’s room. “While we were all out here?”
“Shut the fuck up, Han Jisung, I’ve listened to you and Minho fuck more times than I can count,” Hyunjin snorted. “I know your orgasm sound better than my own.”
“So you really did fuck?” Felix asked, looking far too happy.
“No!” Hyunjin groaned. “We didn’t.”
“We just kissed,” Seungmin murmured.
Even though he was so quiet about it, everyone had shut up long enough to hear him. There was a pause, the silence hanging over them for a second before chaos erupted.
“You guys kissed?” Minho yelled.
“Oh my god, is Seungmin coming out to us?” Jisung cheered.
“Guys,” Hyunjin snapped, glaring at them. He wrapped an arm around Seungmin’s waist protectively, ready to yell at all of them if they made him uncomfortable.
“No, it’s okay,” he murmured to Hyunjin before looking at the guys. “Yeah, I’m… I don’t really know yet but I…” He paused, fishing for words that didn’t seem to catch. “I like kissing Hyunjin.”
“Close enough, welcome back Gay Seungmin!” Felix cheered. “I’ve missed him since high school.”
“Congratulations!” Jisung said, throwing his hands up. “We should have a coming out party!”
“You just want an excuse to get wasted,” Minho hummed, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Hell yeah I do.”
Chan, being the only normal one, went over and clapped Seungmini on the back very similarly to what a middle aged father would do. “Congrats, Seungmin - and just know, we all still love you, okay?”
“We also all already knew,” Felix hummed.
“Yeah, but it’s important for people to come out at their own pace,” Chan reminded him.
“Thank you,” Seungmin murmured, nodding at Chan without looking up at him. Hyunjin could see how pink his ears had gotten.
“Alright,” Felix clapped. “Now that we’re all gay and ready to go, can we leave? I don’t want to be late for my own event.”
Considering Felix needed to set up a few things and get ready far more than everyone else, the rest of them all hung out just outside of the gallery for an hour as people slowly started filtering in. Changbin and Jeongin showed up together (“suspicious,” Jisung had leaned over to whisper to Hyunjin who rolled his eyes at him) and the seven of them sat and waited for Felix’s showcase to begin.
“How does it work?” Changbin questioned, looking around. “There’s a lot of professors here - and just as many people as opening night for everyone.”
“The entire art department staff goes to each one,” Hyunjin said. “And they go around and basically give out their own critiques and ‘grades’ for each painting - Felix will get to see them all next week, which is what we write our paper on for our final project.”
“Damn,” Jeongin breathed. “What if someone just doesn’t get your art or is in a bad mood or something?”
“They don’t actually factor into your real grade - it’s just for the artist to be able to reflect on what outsiders see in their work,” Hyunjin explained.
“That still sounds so nerve wracking,” Jisung said, looking around anxiously as though it was his own gallery. Minho was attached to Jisung’s side, no doubt with a hand on his thigh to help calm him in such a big crowd.
“It is,” Hyunjin said - he was absolutely dreading his own. He didn’t take criticism well in any aspect of his life, least of all his art.
But, of course, Felix’s art was perfect. Hyunjin had already seen his gallery multiple times but was still in awe when he walked in. Felix mostly worked in watercolor, and the abstract designs were gorgeous.
Felix looked nervous as everyone filtered in, several people already stopping to talk to him. Hyunjin figured he wouldn’t bother the other, and let Chan be the one to go over to provide comfort and support by his side.
“I didn’t realize Felix was this good.”
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow up at Seungmin who was staring up at one of the paintings above them. “Of course he’s good,” Hyunjin snorted, “he’s Lee Felix - he can do anything.”
“I think you’re better, though.”
“It’s hard to compare watercolor and charcoal with oil paint,” Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head.
It was so comfortable having Seungmin beside him, a familiar weight as his side. And the addition of the other’s hand on the small of his back was definitely welcome - it had Hyunjin giggling and kicking his feet internally even at such a small gesture.
It was a couple of hours into the event, the stream of people consistent even with the beginning, that Hyunjin quickly lost steam. The day’s events - the game, all of the anxiety and feelings surrounding Seungmin, and now the exhaustion of being out and around this many people this late at night - all caught up to him at once. He tried to cover his yawn with his hand, and shook himself out to try to wake up a bit more.
“Should we go take a break somewhere?” Seungmin hummed beside him.
“Yeah,” Hyunjin said, stifling another yawn. “Can we go sit in my gallery down the hall for a while?”
“Of course,” Seungmin said, nodding with a smile.
They ducked out of Felix’s gallery and tried to run as quietly as they could down to the other side of the art hall. Hyunjin felt like he could finally breathe again as he pushed the door open, smelling the paint of his own pieces.
Seungmin looked just as tired as he did as he walked over to lean on Hyunjin’s desk.
He might be tired, but he couldn’t help where his mind wandered to seeing Seungmin dressed like that when it was just the two of them alone here. Hyunjin grinned as he strolled over to the other, situating himself right in front of him and reaching out to run his fingertips over the collar of Seungmin’s shirt. Seungmin raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“You look so handsome tonight,” Hyunjin said to break the silence.
“So do you,” Seungmin whispered.
“But I think you’d look a lot more handsome without this tux on,” Hyunjin said, tugging at the white shirt to pull a few buttons loose.
“We’re at an art gallery,” Seungmin pointed out, glancing around nervously.
“We’re supposed to be at Felix’s art gallery - no one will come to mine,” Hyunjin hummed. Seeing Seungmin’s cautious look toward the door he offered, “I can lock the door, yeah?”
With the door firmly locked, Seungmin had no qualms about their mouths meeting each other again. Hyunjin gasped at how quickly Seungmin tugged him in, hard against his own body, how quickly he forced his tongue between Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin’s hands immediately went to grasp the hair at Seungmin’s nape for something to hold onto, and tilted his head to one side to deepen their kiss.
He hadn’t actually meant it when he was talking about undressing Seungmin - that was probably a bit risky even with the door locked - he was perfectly content for them to just kiss sneakily like guilty teenagers. So, ‘shocked’ was an understatement for how he was feeling when Seungmin pulled away, panting against his lips, and murmured, “can I blow you?”
Hyunjin had a brief moment of consideration as to whether or not he was dreaming before he was nodding furiously.
He absolutely was not prepared for the sight of Seungmin on his knees, hands shaking as he tried to unbutton Hyunjin’s pants. His eyebrows were furrowed in such intense concentration, Hyunjin’s heart soared with fondness at the adorable expression.
Hyunjin debated for all of two seconds whether or not he should ruin the perfect, fluffy hair Seungmin always had after he was freshly showered, before threading his fingers in those strands to tug on them. He gasped at the first feeling of Seungmin’s hand on his cock through his underwear, making the other look up at him curiously.
“You’re already hard?” He wondered.
“Sorry I find you hot, Seungmin,” Hyunjin groaned.
That seemed to give Seungmin a bit more confidence, his lips quirking up into a small smile as he shoved Hyunjin’s underwear down to pull out his cock entirely. His hand was slightly calloused from all the baseball they had been playing, along with those that had become a permanent mark on his skin from when he learned to play guitar, and the feeling of them trailing over his cock was enough to make Hyunjin hiss, head light from the pleasure running through his veins.
It absolutely did not prepare him for the feeling of Seungmin’s mouth on him though.
If Hyunjin wasn’t trying to hold onto any ounce of dignity he still had, he would have come far, far too quickly. Seungmin’s mouth was so warm, his tongue strangely skilled for a guy who had been insisting he was straight for so long, and the image of him on his knees was really making Hyunjin feel lightheaded.
“Holy shit, slow down,” he whined, tugging on Seungmin’s hair as he tried to already start bobbing lower onto his shaft.
Seungmin’s hand came up to wrap around the part of him his lips couldn’t reach, his wrist twisting in time with the shallow movements of his head. Hyunjin made a note to ask a bit more about those other boys Seungmin had been with when he was trying to figure everything out and exactly what they had taught his innocent little Seungminnie.
Seungmin, blessedly, pulled off to take a few longer breaths, tongue flattening to lick over Hyunjin’s cock. He, once again, almost came immediately when Seungmin looked up at him with those round, dark eyes.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Hyunjin said dumbly.
Seungmin’s lips pulled upward again as he murmured, “thanks,” and took Hyunjin further into his mouth.
No fucking way did Kim Seungmin learn to deep throat - absolutely not.
Hyunjin was going to die.
He had to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing shut hard to keep himself from crying out as Seungmin took him into his throat with barely any resistance. Hyunjin’s fist tightened so hard in his hair, he knew it must have hurt, and he didn’t know whether to pull him off or shove him further down.
“Seungmin,” Hyunjin gasped, overwhelmed all at once. “Fuck-fuck, Seungmin, I’m gonna cum.” He whined, trying to tug Seungmin off of his cock.
Seungmin batted his hands away, taking Hyunjin into his throat again and swallowing around him as though urging him to cum down his throat.
And who was he to not give Seungmin what he wanted?
Hyunjin couldn’t help the gasping, whining little moans that left his lips, his hips jerking forward a few times as he came.
He almost passed out as Seungmin pulled off his cock, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed before his tongue ran over his lips. “Holy shit,” Hyunjin whispered. “You’re insane.”
Seungmin practically beamed up at him before getting to his feet again, helping to tuck Hyunjin away and do up his slacks again. “No, I’ve just… always wanted to try that.”
“What? A blow job? That can’t have been your first,” Hyunjin shook his head.
“No, like…” Seungmin waved a hand around vaguely. “Doing… things in… not your house.”
“Oh my god are you an exhibitionist?” Hyunjin gaped at him.
Seungmin wrapped his arms around Hyunjin’s waist and buried his face in his neck shyly, but Hyunjin could feel his smile against his skin. “Did you not like it?”
“No, I loved it,” Hyunjin said, perhaps a bit too quickly. “But where the hell did you learn how to do that?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Seungmin laughed, pulling away.
Hyunjin immediately looked down, frowning at the very obvious bulge at the front of Seungmin’s pants. He reached forward, cupping his palm over it and quickly saying, “here, I can help you too-”
“No, no,” Seungmin said, batting his hand away - which was very rude, Hyunjin was barely able to process how big it felt under his hand. “I’m okay.”
“No, Seungmin, let me-”
Seungmin held his wrist, holding it up between them and raising his eyebrows. “You can make it up to me the next time we’ve got time to be alone, okay?”
Hyunjin just nodded, all words escaping him as his brain echoed with the phrase “next time.”