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“Fuck!” Yeonjun gasped as he limply fell out of Soobin’s lap, his skin sticky and sweaty while he desperately tried to catch his breath.

A deep chuckle came out of Soobin as he stood to tie off the used condom, grinning down at the man splayed out over his bed, chest still heaving. “I’ll get you a towel.”

Yeonjun let his eyes slip shut for a moment, still in awe at how intense his finish had been. He did his best to dismiss the voice in the back of his head singing to him that this was the best hook up he’d had in years. In what felt like only a second he was opening his eyes again as Soobin came back with a bottle of water, tossing it to him once he saw his eyes were open. He handed him a warmed damp cloth with a smile, sitting down at his desk to watch the other wipe himself down. When Yeonjun looked back up at him he smiled sweetly, offering up half of an orange Yeonjun hadn’t noticed the other brought in. He returned the smile accepting the fruit with a small bow that felt stupidly formal the second he sat back up. 

He popped a slice into his mouth and hummed, making Soobin's smile shine just a bit brighter. Like everything that night it was perfect, the correct ripeness, juicy, a brilliant postcoital snack. 

“You should stay,” Yeonjun snapped out of his thoughts.

“Oh um,” Yeonjun shook his head pointing to his mouth as he swallowed before continuing. “Thank you, but I think it’s best I go.”

A small frown played over Soobin’s features before he schooled himself back to a neutral place. “It’s late, I’d feel best if you didn’t. I can sleep on the couch. If it makes you more comfortable.” His sentences choppy.

“No no,” Yeonjun dismissed with a wave of his hand before sighing. “Please, sleep in your bed.”

He sat awkwardly on the corner of Soobin’s bed while polishing off the last of his orange. Standing he grabbed his underwear, slipping them back on before reaching to grab for the water bottle he had been tossed, taking a few sips then placing it on the nightstand. Yeonjun shifted in place awkwardly until Soobin lifted the covers gently motioning for him to get under beside him.

It didn’t take long for Soobin to settle on his back. After a minute of stiffness Yeonjun resigned to letting out a breath, relaxing enough for Soobin to pull him over to rest on his chest. It was comfortable and warm, that much was clear. But it didn’t mean he planned to sleep.

As he listened to Soobin’s breath slowly become even he finally took the chance to look around the room that had been such a blur a few hours ago. The walls were a light blue that came off almost lavender in the soft flicker of the snowy night outside. He had multiple bookshelves housing a few figurines and what looked like a library's worth of manga. The other shelf held miscellaneous novels and what looked like old textbooks, thick and spiny. On the desk chair Soobin had sat on not long ago there was a panda plushie that looked like something Yeonjun would pick out for himself. He wondered if it had been a gift. Overall the walls were bare except for a few framed pictures he couldn’t make out from the bed and an anime poster of a hot, skinny dude with white hair.

The blinds were opened partially, the sliver of yellow that leaked through made the room glow with warmth, the street lamp casting light over the younger’s now sleeping face. Yeonjun slowly propped himself up on his elbows to look him over, once again struck by how beautiful this man was, even softer in the vulnerability of sleep. ‘It’s too bad’ he thought to himself ‘but I still have to dip.’

After Yeonjun quietly replaced all of his clothing checking to make sure he hadn’t misplaced any belongings, he turned to his desk to scrounge around for a pen and paper. This part always made him feel a little lame, that’s why he usually left before the sleeping part happened. But Soobin was apparently just as stubborn as he was. Before slipping out the door he quickly scribbled out:

I had a really lovely time with you Choi Soobin

and thanks for the orange

YJ xx

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7:30pm

“Hyung I already told you I can’t go, I have a date~” Beomgyu chirped from on top of Yeonjun’s neatly made bed as he intently watched the older man search his wardrobe for the right shirt. “Not that one. Go with the turtleneck, it sits right with those pants.”

“When you’re right, you're right,” Yeonjun sighed, slipping off the tank top he had been testing to pull a tight black turtleneck over his head. It was a long crop that sat naturally an inch above his tight wine red leather pants, tasteful yet exposing more of his smooth skin anytime he shifted his arms. “I still want you to come with me though,” he pouted.

“Junnie-hyung it’s not like I’m really ditching you, this is the life you choose to lead babes. We all know you don’t want a man but that doesn’t mean you can bitch and moan now that I finally have one,” Beomgyu scolded him half heartedly. “Are you going to wear your leather jacket with that? The one with the black fur?”

“Yeah, obviously~” Yeonjun sang with his head buried deep in his closet searching for the coat. 

The sound of Kai screeching in the living room drew both of their attention as he groaned loudly about another loss on whatever game he had been playing for the last three hours. 

“YAH!” Yeonjun yelled to him from his room, unwilling to travel the twelve feet it would take to be standing directly in front of where the youngest was sitting. 

“KAI-YAH, will you come out with me tonight?”

“HA!” Was all the response he got in return before Beomgyu flopped onto his side in a fit of laughter. He rolled his eyes at the two but smiled anyways, moving in front of his mirror to reach for some eyeshadow. 

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Waking into The Social Club always felt like taking a big gulp of fresh air. It had become somewhat of a stomping ground for him ever since moving to the neighborhood a few years prior. At first it was simply for the ascetics, eccentric cocktails, dark wood, red upholstery and soft golden light. But now, in addition, it was for Wooyoung. He came on staff about a year into Yeonjun’s attendance and they hit it off quickly, transitioning from a bartender/customer relationship to close friends almost overnight. Simply put, they know everything about everything and neither of them would want it any other way. 

“Ahh!” Wooyoung gasps at the sight of him, quickly dismissing himself from a customer to scurry around the bar wrapping him up in a hug and planting a kiss on his cheek excitedly. “I’m so excited you’re here tonight, I was just thinking about you.” Yeonjun pulled back to smile at him just as happy to see his friend. “I saw the perfect one for you. He’s at the end of the bar, I was gonna text to see if you were coming in.”

“Wow, a text? That's some high praise-” the words died on his tongue as he looked up in the direction his friend had nodded, Wooyoung laughed mischievously at his reaction. Sitting at the end of the bar was a man who looked like he was sculpted from the heavens, shiny hair so dark it almost looked black, sharp eyebrows that beautifully contrasted the softness of his pretty eyes. He had on a loose white button up that draped over his broad shoulders, it was unbuttoned enough to expose his clavicle and the delicate silver chain that rested on his chest. The hand he used to raise his glass to his lips was huge, veiny and strong. And his lips, well Yeonjun knew he could have dreams about those lips. 

“Hmm, well it seems like you do.” He looked at his friend slyly, Wooyoung having already known he would think so. “What’s he drinking”

“Old fashion.”

“He’s alone?”

“Yup,” Wooyoung popped his p leaning against the bar with a smirk. 

“Perfect. Once he’s done with that one, send him another from me will you?”

“Like always~” he sang, slipping back behind the bar as Yeonjun meandered to an open stool near the center of his friend’s workstation. 

Early on in their friendship they accidentally found themselves falling into a mutual beneficial routine. For Wooyoung, it was on the clock entertainment and for Yeonjun it was the opportunity to get laid by handsome men. At the beginning Woo had organically begun keeping an eye out for anyone coming in that met Yeonjun’s standards and made notes, like any good friend with extra time on their hands would. Then slowly he started to consult with Yeonjun about it, to present him with his findings. Once that pattern began the fun really started for the two. 

The play was simple, Wooyoung would remember their order and keep an eye out for when they were almost finished, automatically having a new one ready to place in front of them as they were about to finish the last drop. After the two friend’s initial confirmation he would do this step without telling Yeonjun the timeline, that way he could be candidly sitting pretty whenever Wooyoung brought their attention to him, pointing Yeonjun out as the one who sent over the drink. Then the two waited for the magic to happen, sometimes it would be immediate, sometimes once the drink was half or all the way gone but the suitor would almost always find their way to him. If the two were asked, it was probably at least an 80% approach rate at this point.

A good ten minutes after he had been handed his signature French martini, Wooyoung leaned over to whisper at him. “This one seems a little shyer than normal. You might want to do a round leg work first.”

“Ah bless you Wooyoungie,” he blew him a kiss and Wooyoung sarcastically bowed to his friend. 

After biding his time and happily sipping on his first martini Yeonjun looked up, very surprised to see he was already being observed by the man in question. Yeonjun smirked at him coyly and nodded, an action that sent the other looking away as quickly as he could. Yeonjun giggled to himself, turning back to finish his drink. Only moments later like it was his 6th sense, the bartender appeared placing another in front of him.

“I think I actually heard him squeak,” he whispered, trying to hold in a snicker.   

“Stop! That’s soo cute,” Yeonjun cooed as he watched his friend start to mix a cocktail from the ingredients behind the bar. 

Wooyoung laughed followed by a playful tsked and shake of his head. “You’re gonna rip that poor man apart.”

It was fifteen peaceful minutes and another four long minutes of being hit on by the busboy later that he felt someone gently slide onto the empty stool beside him. Yeonjun smoothly glanced over his shoulder, his smile quickly turning sweet before curtly turning back to dismiss the other half way through his sentence, “Okay! Talk to you later Mingi~” then fully turning his body around to officially meet the pretty stranger. 

“Hi,” Yeonjun greeted him kindly with an open smile and bright eyes.

“Hi,” the stranger spoke with a deep yet soft voice that made Yeonjun’s body lean a bit closer on instinct. “Ah, thank you,” he said awkwardly before motioning to his glass, “for the drink.”

“Really, it’s my pleasure handsome.” The sly comment quickly earned him the first blush of the night. “I’m Yeonjun.”

“Choi Soobin,” he smiled down at him, relaxing into his seat a bit no longer looking like he might bolt for the door. Yeonjun happily nodded in approval.

"So, Soobin-ssi. Tell me, how do you pay your rent?”

“My rent?” He questioned, seeming a touch confused by the wording still only needing a brief pause to catch up. “Oh, ha.” He shook his head to clear it, “yeah, I’m an engineer.”

“Fancy, an engineer,” he mused while taking another sip of his drink, aware of Wooyoung’s lingering presence. He always enjoyed the first parts of their conversations the most, before it got too private for him to want to keep listening.

“And what do you do to ‘pay rent’,” he sarcastically shot back with air quotes. The small display of feistiness was all it took for the two friends to know with confidence that from that point on it was going to be a very fun night for Yeonjun.

“Well, I’d like to say dance but I’d be homeless if I tried to pay my full rent with the salary my company pays me,” he laughed it off as if it were a joke and not an incredibly sore spot for him. “But I walk the rotten dogs of Seoul’s wealthy elite.” He waggled his fingers laughing at how much of a joke it felt like to be in his late twenties making more money walking dogs than he did working at the job he loved and had a degree for. But as always, this was not the time nor place to open that can of worms. 

“Ah, so then you’re definitely an active kinda guy,” Soobin took the time to drag his eyes over Yeonjun’s body, looking hungrier after each inch. He didn’t have to look over to know the exact face Wooyoung was wearing. He was positive they were both thinking the same thing ‘oh now we're talking.’

“You could say that,” Yeonjun mused, lifting his drink to his lips with a smirk, looking up at him through his lashes while taking a sip. Soobin cleared his throat.

“You’re alone tonight? Or, is that your boyfriend?” He nodded over his shoulder to Mingi who’s eyes were still lingering over his body.

“Ha!” He couldn’t help the genuine laugh that bubbled up as he quickly covered his mouth turning back to Soobin. “No, but he sure wishes. I don’t think Mingi could pull me in this lifetime,” he shot Soobin with the brand of smile he knew could be intoxicating to the unarmed before softening his eyes a bit. “I’m here alone, my friend ditched me to go on a date.” He slouched dramatically against the bar pouting like a damsel, earning him a small chuckle from the other. A beautiful sound for a beautiful man, realizing quickly that that laugh could become addicting if he was not careful.  

“Hm, you don’t say. Weirdly enough mine too,” he grinned at Yeonjun in a way that said he really did not mind.

“Well then here’s to us, Choi Soobin the engineer,” he exclaimed, holding his drink up to cheers the other.

“Here’s to us,” clinking their glasses together and taking a sip. Neither of their eyes straying from the other’s.

A few drinks later they both became noticeably more silly, Yeonjun happy that the thicker he laid it on the thicker Soobin returned.

After polishing off his most recent drink Soobin stood leaning into Yeonjun’s space to let him know he’d be right back, walking off towards the bathroom. When he returned, it was as if their energy from before had tripled its strength as he dragged his stool as close to Yeonjun as he could before plopping back down to face him. One of his long legs came to rest on Yeonjun’s backside as he dropped an arm over the back of his chair, leaning against the bar with his other. This close he could smell him sweet and woodsy, the same way he could feel his body heat emanating towards the exposed skin of his waist. Effectively being wrapped up in everything Soobin. Automatically, Yeonjun reached down to place his hand on the other's lap giving his thigh a light squeeze of approval.

Even at eleven pm, in a crowded bar moving at full swing, Yeonjun couldn’t seem to notice anything other than the man in front of him. He also couldn’t help realizing he hadn’t had this much fun with a guy in a long time. What isn’t there to like? Soobin was sweet, funny and above all else flirty. He’d become increasingly bolder throughout the night, very willing to meet Yeonjun’s energy and even increase it himself from time to time. 

Then Yeonjun was giggling at him, biting down on his bottom lip while glancing up at Soobin’s own. Not missing the action the younger took in a sharp breath leaning down into the brunets space. Soobin raised his hand between them tapping a long finger under Yeonjun’s chin grinning with heat behind his eyes. “I’m going to kiss you and then ask you a question, are you good with that?”

Yeonjun nodded excitedly with a giggle. Soobin lightly scoffed as they moved to meet in the middle, locking lips for the first time. He tasted like sweetness and the spice of his bourbon and Yeonjun didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. 

When he reluctantly pulled away Soobin’s voice was grovely with excitement. “Wanna get out of here?”

Yeonjun looked at him so deviously that he was almost positive he saw the other shiver. “I thought you’d never ask,” he hummed, reaching up to pinch his warm cheek. Only when they stood up did he realize how much taller Soobin was than him even while wearing his platform boots and would be remiss to admit how much excitement flowed to his goin at the sight. 

Quickly Yeonjun turned to grab his coat from the hook under the table, glancing up to find Wooyoung’s eyes already trained on him. He winked at him and Wooyoung winked right back, laughing victoriously. 

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The next morning Yeonjun rolled out of his bed desperate for hydration. He tossed a pair of sweatpants over his boxers and shuffled towards the kitchen, eyes having not yet woken up. 

“Good morning,” the guy sitting at their table greeted him politely. 

“M’ning,” he muttered back through an aggressively large yawn. “Oh Gyu-yah, did you see she put out another snowman? Like seriously at this point I think she’s bought every inflatable in the cit- ahh!” Finally opening his eyes wide enough to look around, he realized he had been spilling his thoughts on the landladies' ever growing snowman collection to someone he decidedly had never seen before. “Um. Who are you?”

“OH! Hyung you’re awake!” Beomgyu squeaked, running out of the bathroom and up to the wide eyed boy still sitting at the table. “This is Kang Taehyun, my- well now he’s my boyfriend~” he giggled like a kid causing the guy- Kang Taehyun, to smile adoringly back at his best friend. “Taehyun-ah this is Yeonjun-hyung.”

“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you, like he said I’m-” he cut himself off with shock and a bit of horror, eyes finally fully awake as well as his brain. “I’m not wearing a shirt! Oh my god, I’ll be right back!” He could hear the sounds of Beomgyu’s cackle follow him all the way to his bedroom, grabbing the first tanktop he saw and pulling it over his head in a rush to get back. 

“Anywhoo, please pleaseee scrub that from your memory. Kang Taehyun, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard great things and I also applaud you for your bravery in locking Beomgyu-yah down. While he is very hot, he is also bat shit insane,” Yeonjun smiled fondly at his roommate, happy to see the way he was beaming under the attention. 

“Oh he knows don’t worry,” his roommate smiled brightly, confident in nature. 

“Yes, I definitely do,” the newcomer reached over to brush a piece of hair behind Beomgyu’s ear, an endeared giggle trickling out from behind the hand covering Yeonjun’s mouth. “I’d love to stay but I got an SOS text from my roommate so I’ll have to rush home.” 

The boy’s nodded as Taehyun stood up, Beomgyu falling in step behind him. “Let me know if everything is alright with him, okay? And I’ll see you tonight.” He leaned in to give him a sweet kiss as Yeonjun dipped away to make himself a pot of coffee. 

“Did someone just leave?” Huening Kai mumbled walking out of his room in a similar state as Yeonjun just had. 

“Good morning honey. Yes Beommie’s cute new boyfriend~” he cooed as Gyu walked back into the kitchen with a blush on his face. “Congrats by the way, he seems like a keeper, didn’t even blink twice when I was unknowingly shirtless ranting to him about snowmen. A real catch!”

“Unknowingly what?” Kai asked with a laugh shaking his head, not expecting an explanation. “Congrats Hyung, you made it official last night?”

“Yes, we took a walk and got bungeoppang and he asked me out! It was all really quite lovely, apparently his roommate helped him plan it out.” 

“You locked that in fast,” Yeonjun commented. “Good for you.”

“Hyung, we’ve been seeing each other for like three months, that’s a very normal amount of time. You're the one who’s not normal here.” 

“Ouch,” Kai laughed, pulling an extra mug down from the cabinet to pour himself a cup as well. 

“Speaking of you ,” Beomgyu said with fake disdain, putting a smile on the other boy’s faces. “What about last night, meet anyone?” He really couldn’t help the uncharacteristically dopey smile that shot over his face at the thought of Soobin, the other two instantly looking at each other then back at him like he had three heads. 

“No way,” Kai whispered to Beomgyu, slapping at his arm excitedly with a look of shock, Beomgyu returning the surprise in addition to his already visible confusion.

“I did and he was honestly lovely. Actually, I had a good time even before I was sitting on his d-”

“AH! We got the picture!” Beomgyu screamed, hands flying up to cover Kai’s ear, the youngest just rolling his eyes and shaking him off. 

“Yeah but you know me, I left once I was done. He tried to get me to stay over but there was really no need for me to spend the night,” noncommittally blowing on his coffee. 

“That’s so lame of you hyung. If he was great enough to have you kicking your fucking feet like this then why not stick around?” Beomgyu prodded, not the first attempt in broaching the subject. “Even just for another round or something. You know, baby steps.”

“Yeeah,” Kai elongated, eyeing his hyung. “Also, aren’t you getting a little old to be sneaking out in the middle of the night?” Beomgyu pointed at Kai and then motioned at Yeonjun in a ‘see’ manner.

“Okay eomma’s,” He rolled his eyes annoyed that they were once again dredging up the topic of his long term ‘dating’ habits. “You know how it went the last time I tried something like that, nooo thank you.”

“Okay but not everyone is like him, Yeonjun-hyung,” Beomgyu spoke back. “Also that was years ago.”

“Yeah, hyung is right Junnie-hyung. If anything, isn't it at least getting a little tiring?” The concern on the youngest’s face was almost, almost , enough for him to spend a second to think. Almost. Instead, as always he waved them off, taking a big gulp of coffee, only lightly scolding his tongue. 

“Well,” Beomgyu said with a frustrated breath. “Speaking of men~” Yeonjun shot him a look, already able to tell he would be unhappy with whatever his best friend was about to say based on his tone alone. “Tae-yah has a friend I think would be right up your alley!” Before the word ‘no’ could even begin to be formulated on his tongue Beomgyu was continuing on just louder, “and you’re going to come to dinner with us tonight to meet him. And there will be absolutely no bailing! That’s final!”

Yeonjun scoffed, rubbing the final bits of sleep out of his eye. It really was too early for this. “Can Kai-yah come?” 

“Hell no!” Kai laughed. “I do not want to third wheel, thank you very much.”

“Well then set him up!” Yeonjun whined petulantly.

“Hell no, thank you very much!” Repeating himself with a scoff.

“Why does he get to say no!” He turned on Beomgyu with an aggressive pout.

“Because he wasn’t asking me in the first place, idiot,” Kai laughed, getting off on the frustration pouring out of his hyung’s pores.

“Yeah besides, you’ll be thanking me once you see this guy. He’s your type, I promise.” He winked at his hyung, a finger lifting to mark an x over his heart.

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Yeonjun grumbled more that day than he probably had in the last four weeks alone. He could tell it was getting old for Beomgyu so as his loving hyung he toned it down and by the time they were in the car he was at least trying to suck it up. Genuinely not wanting to spoil the dinner for his friend. The relief he felt wash over Beomgyu as he sensed the change made Yeonjun feel both like he was doing the right thing and that he was probably an ass for making it hard on him in the first place. 

“At least it’s a chance for you to play dress up!” Beomgyu cheered him on as they got out of the car, turning to fuss over one of Yeonjun’s more unruly pieces of hair. Yeonjun sighed before swatting his hand away. 

“You’re right,” he admitted with fake exhaustion earning a small giggle. “This is a good outfit.” And it was, he had on a pair of burgundy slacks that hugged his ass correctly paired with a fitted fuzzy cream sweater that fell flush with the waistband of his pants. He looked cute and soft and had further accentuated the vibe with the small amount of blush and lip tint he had applied before walking out of the door.

Beomgyu opened the door and Yeonjun paused, taking a deep breath and suddenly feeling a touch of anxiety. He looked at Beomgyu who just rolled his eyes, knowing what he was about to say as he stepped inside. 

“You get five minutes. Mentally prepare yourself by then or I’ll come out here and I drag you in by your big stupid ears,” he pointed at him sternly in a huff. 

“Hey!” He brought his hands up to the sides of his head scowling, “leave my ears out of this.” 

Beomgyu rolled his eyes again and sighed, “I mean it hyung five minutes, this means a lot to me.” 

“I know, I know it does. I’m sorry, I promise I won't let you down okay? I am really excited to get to know Taehyun-ssi.” Beomgyu scoffed but softened easily. 

“-ssi, he’s gonna hate that. See you in there hyung.” He stepped forward without a backwards glance, entering the restaurant alone. 

Yeonjun let out a long deep sigh. He knew he had the mental strength to get through this, especially if it was for Beomgyu’s sake. The issue was he didn’t want to do this and as a personal rule, he tried not to do things he didn't want to do. Simple as that. Still the longer he loitered outside the worse it felt on his conscience, so with one last deep breath he slipped inside. 

He saw them before they saw him, which was for the best. Beomgyu looked so happy, and for that reason alone we was positive he’d do everything in his power for this to go well. They were both wrapped up in whatever the third guy was saying, stars in their eyes. He was tall, even sitting down with his shoulders hunched in a bit. His black hair was shiny and fluffy like it had just been washed. Maybe what Gyu had said was right, he seemed like his type even without getting to see a face. But he knew it wouldn't work. He was a friend of a friend and Yeonjun was smart enough to know better than to treat him like a quick fuck. Especially when there were already so many strings attached between them. Up closer the sweater he had on looked like it would be nice to touch he-.”

“Hyung!” Beomgyu spotted him first, Taehyun quickly looking up at him like a puppy, waving him over. 

“Bommie-yah, Taehyun-ssi” he bowed politely at Taehyun ignoring the small pout his formality earned. Easily shaking it off the younger piped up equally as formal. 

“Yeonjun-ssi, I want you to meet my best friend Choi Soobin, hyung this is Choi Yeonjun.”

Everything started to move in slow motion, his brain rapidly placing all the features he had just been appreciating with the features he had appreciated on Soobin the night before. His brain screamed, ’Oh no. no no. This cannot be happening.’

As their eyes met, he found it comforting to at least see that Soobin looked just as caught off guard as he did, eyes blown wide like he’d seen a ghost. 

“No shit,” he eloquently scoffed out followed by a laugh of disbelief.

Beomgyu looked between them, easily reading his roommate's body language. “What, do you guys know each other or something?”

“Yes ah- ha.” He let out another huff of air giving Beomgyu a quick glance before his eyes darted back unable to look away from Soobin’s face for more than a second. He cleared his throat before trying again. “I was lucky enough to make Soobin-ssi’s acquaintance last night. Actually.”

“No!” Beomgyu gasped, a smile creeping over his face.

“No way,” Taehyun whipped his head between them like he couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but he didn’t blame him. At this point Yeonjun couldn’t believe it either.

“Oh this will be extra fun then,” Beomgyu laughed in the exact tone that always implied imminent doom. “Hyung, sit your tight ass down, now. Please,” he tacked on at the end while sending a falsely polite smile in Soobin’s direction. Yeonjun took his coat off and threw it over the back of his chair before giving Soobin a tight smile as he slid slowly into his seat. He could sense the eyes of the other two on them but could feel Beomgyu’s smirk casting welts over his skin. 

“You look nice today Yeonjun-ssi, maroon is a good color for you.” Soobin politely bowed in greeting.

Taehyun laughed loudly quick to cover his mouth as they both looked over to see Beomgyu whispering to him conspiratorially, “you’re so right hyung,” Taehyun turned back to Beomgyu and laughed again.

“What?” Soobin was the first to ask, Yeonjun knowing better than to be curious around his roommate when he was laughing in that way. 

“You’re wearing a couples outfit,” he pointed between the two of them as they glanced down and then over to each other.  Soobin let out a disbelieving laugh while Yeonjun couldn’t do anything except groan at their inverse cream and deep red outfits. Fuzzy sweaters and slacks to match.

Even worse was that after the teasing died down the rest of the dinner went really quite well. Soobin was still all the things Yeonjun had liked about him the night before only this time tangible, and somehow already inserted deeply into his personal life. Most astonishingly to Yeonjun, he wasn’t treating him like he was an ass even though he had every right to. He knew he sure would have if the roles were reversed. But here they were, paying the check and gathering their belongings all having had a genuinely nice evening.

After grabbing his coat Yeonjun was first to head to the bathroom, Beomgyu toeing closely behind. His mouth stayed firmly shut until the second the door was closed behind them. 

“Hyung I love you but holy shit you fumbled the bag last night!” He slapped his arm for emphasis. 

“I did not! I don’t want to date anyone even if they are super ridiculously hot and I already know how well they can use thei-” Yeonjun looked up quickly to see an old man using the urinal quickly lowering his voice. “Just because those things were good it doesn’t make me automatically want to be in a relationship. It doesn’t work like that,” he hissed. 

“Whatever,” Beomgyu rolled his eyes like he did not at all think it was simply whatever . “Either way I do think that you have to apologize for leaving like that,” he was firm in his words and Yeonjun hated that he was probably right.  

He groaned and stomped his foot, “but I’ve already done a hard thing today. Isn’t once a day enough.” The younger flattened him with a look and reached up to flick his forehead, Yeonjun’s hands quickly shooing him away.

“You know I’m right! And If you care about my feelings you will, okay? That's Tae-yah’s best friend, hyung.” Yeonjun knew it was over the second he was hit with the signature puppy dog eyes, pout combo sighing in defeat. 

“Fine fineeee. I will apologize for the sake of you and your budding romance. Besides, I like Taehyun-ssi. I think he will be good for you.” Beomgyu looked up at him with a particularly pleased expression that only made Yeonjun want to bounce a rock off of his head. “Now move, I did actually come in here to piss you heathen.” 

As they made their way back into the body of the restaurant Yeonjun caught a glimpse of the two boys joking around as they waited for them outside. He watched as their laughs brought puffs of steam to life round with their words, Beomgyu happily ruining his moment of observation by nudging him in Soobin’s direction. ‘I know!’ He mouthed batting at him as he skipped ahead to link arms with his boyfriend. He pulled him along, purposely creating some distance as he was officially alone with Soobin for the first time since he slipped out the night before.

Yeonjun met Soobin’s eyes easily, the younger having already been looking. “So, I ah, I think I owe you an apology.”

Soobin snorted immediately as the words were put into the air between them. “Is it really an apology if Beomgyu-yah is forcing you to do it?” He asked playfully, Yeonjun unable to tell if there was actually any resentment lying within his words. 

“I mean, yes?” He questioned. “Even if the sentiment isn’t exactly the same,” he joked, happy there was even room at all for laughter in this conversation. “But I am sorry, at least that I didn’t properly communicate my intentions with you, I didn’t mean to lead you on,” he added more seriously, “plus a note with no number is always a dick move,” he wheezed regretfully. He found that he truly liked the person Soobin was. Therefore deciding he didn’t want to be the reason his feelings might be hurt, even if involuntarily.

“But you didn’t, lead me on,” he huffed out a laugh glancing down at Yeonjun. “I never asked you about it in the first place. Also I have enough experience to know when I’m being hunted, and you, well for future reference you weren’t disguising that fact well enough for me not to pick up on it,” he laughed with a light heart. “I’m assuming you know that bartender then? The one who was hovering over me from the second I walked in until the second I walked over to you.”

Yeonjun let out a big scoff followed by a delirious laugh. “Yeah Wooyoung is a good friend, you caught me,” admission punctuated by throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Not like it didn’t work though,” Soobin smiled back, nudging him lightly with an elbow. “It was a great honor to be your prey for the evening. I’m glad I was worthy enough for your pursuit.”

He looked back up at the younger man with a real and raw smile, one that’s usually reserved for Kai, Gyu and Woo in moments similar to these. “Well, I’m glad.” Soobin nodded at him with a similar smile on his face. An easy silence falling around them as they continued to walk side by side until an overbearing need for reassurance took root in his chest. “So, we're good?”

“Yeah,” Soobin responded as if on impulse, like it was obvious. Yet he could tell he was still holding onto some sort of pause. He looked back down to Yeonjun and cleared his throat. “So, should I not ask you for your number then?”

“What!” Yeonjun squeaked in surprise standing still to fully turn and face him. “Do you even want it? My behavior towards you was ass in the end and like, I wasn’t even trying to hide it. You need to understand that’s a part of my lifestyle and it’s not unheard of for me, as you’ve probably guessed by now. I don’t want to lead you on.”

“Yeah so you’ve said. What I think it boils down to now is that you’re the one assuming my intentions. If you’ll recall I’ve never once expressed looking for commitment.” Soobin tried erasing the smile he wore that stemmed from the confused look on Yeonjun’s face. Reaching up to tap his chin, Yeonjun immediately closed his gaping mouth. 

“But you asked me to stay,” the nod of confirmation Soobin sent him just proved to confuse him more, the other laughing again.

“Yeah, well sue me for not wanting the person I just fucked borderline unconscious to try and make it back to their apartment alone at two am,” he laughed like it was obvious. “I think that just makes me a good host. Yeonjun-s-”

‘Hyung, at this point you should just call me hyung,” he waved the younger off, Soobin smiling at him like it was a big win all the same. “So, if that’s the case then why is Taehyun-ssi trying to set you up with me?” He asked genuinely curious. 

“If that’s your deal then why is Beomgyu-yah trying to set you up with me?” He responded matter of factly, Yeonjun huffing at his point. 

They looked at each other for a minute realizing they’d reached an impasse just as his roommate’s car came into view ahead. Having decided, Yeonjun stuck out his hand. “Phone.” 

He watched as Soobin quickly rifled around in his pockets before finally retrieving his phone, easily handing it over. Yeonjun immediately noticed Beomgyu’s eyes glue to him the second Soobin’s phone was in his hand and knew he was about to be teased for days. “Well,” he said handing the phone back to Soobin’s outstretched hand. “This was certainly an eventful reunion,” he refused to be held responsible for the cheeky brand of smile he sent Soobin, purposely dragging his eye up his lean frame. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around then Soobin-ah.”

The taller man hummed, not shying away. “I’m sure you will,” he tapped his phone against his palm and raised his eyebrows once with a smirk. Yeonjun smiled at him once more before spinning on the spot and quickly walking away with a disbelieving breath.

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It took four days for Yeonjun to finally receive a text from the younger. He couldn’t quite figure out why that kinda pissed him off but the thoughts were easily abandoned as soon as the prospect of a good orgasm entered his mind. 

“Hyung, they have a date tonight. Wanna come over? This is Soobin btw.”

“While the parents are away,” Yeonjun smirked, hitting send. Giddy over the easy proposition.

"The kids will play.”

“I’ll be there. Gonna head out right after Beomgyu-yah does. I’ll txt you”

Later that evening when Soobin pulled him through the front door their lips met harshly, both immediately moaning into the kiss. 

“Hi.” Soobin murmured against his mouth. 

“Hi,” the older breathed out, wasting no time in meeting his lips again. 

“How have you,” a kiss, “been,” another.  

“Good,” Yeonjun said against him, whining as Soobin bit down on his bottom lip. 

“Room. Now.” He gasped out as Soobin harshly grabbed at his ass. The younger squatted down to easily throw Yeonjun over his shoulder, a squeak of surprise coming out of his hyung before he gigged hard enough that his whole body shook. 

“Soobin!!!!” He grabbed at the back of his pants trying to stabilize himself, feeling the younger’s chuckle vibrate through his gut. His hand came up to hold onto Yeonjun’s ass tightly, whimpering at the new source of stimulation. Before he knew it Soobin was placing him gently on the bed, following him down with a rough, needy kiss. With no time to waste, Yeonjun pulled at Soobin’s shirt trying to get it over his head as quickly as possible. 

“Touch me. Now,” he demanded the younger with a furrowed brow. 

“Yes sir,” Soobin smirked down at his hyung’s eagerness, feeling the desire roll off of his body. They quickly stripped themselves of their clothing in a mess of limbs and stretched fabric. Soobin crouched between his spread legs to suck at the inside of Yeonjun’s thigh, reaching back to touch at his rim. Only to halt in his tracks as his fingers met with the cold touch of metal. He groaned gutturally and sunk his teeth a little firmer into Yeonjun’s flushed skin.

“I was excited to hear from you,” he moaned coyly as Soobin licked over the spot he had just been sucking on. 

“You’re gonna give me an aneurysm.” Yeonjun’s returning giggle shifted into a gasp as Soobin partially pulled out the plug nestled in his ass watching intently as it was sucked back. Then pushing on it in a circular motion to leave Yeonjun panting below him in desperation.

“Soobin. Now. I need to ride you now,” pulling away to scramble up to his knees, a hand reached out to stop him. Soobin was quick to pull the plug out of him, tossing it to the floor in haste he automatically thrust three fingers deep into Yeonjun, finding his prostate shockingly in only three languid pumps. Yeonjun was unable to hold back his whimper, shivering at the additional stretch being aided by the direct stimulation of his sweet spot and the leftover lube from his plug. 

Releasing him to finally sit up, Soobin reached over to quickly roll a condom over his shaft and further lube up his cock. He practically threw himself into a sitting position against the headboard, pulling Yeonjun into his lap in the process. 

“Tell me what you want and I'll do it,” the younger breathed against his throat, littering the surface of his skin with light nips and open mouthed kisses as Yeonjun reached down to stroke his shaft. 

“Hmmm, good. What a good boy for his hyung,” he whispered, pulling back to look down at the beautiful nature of Soobin in such an obedient mindset. The younger whimpering back pitifully at his praise. Soobin was rock hard to the touch, Yeonjun didn’t waste any time before lining him up and sinking down impatiently. The older happily enjoyed every inch of being split open, thankful he chose to stretch himself before coming knowing he wouldn’t have wanted to wait through the prep. 

"Fuck you’re bigger than I remember,” he hissed.

“Hmm, happy surprises,” he hummed back cheekily.

“Yah!” Yeonjun scolded with no real bite, setting his ass flush with Soobin’s hips. “Hold onto my waist,” he demanded, enjoying how Soobin took immediate action at the request. He reached out to grip one hand at his hip bone while the other roughly squeezed at where his upper thigh met his groin, mouth coming to rest on his shoulder as his hair tickled Yeonjun’s cheek causing him to giggle. “So good at doing what you’re told,” Soobin nodded fervently against his skin. The laugh he held was quickly replaced by a mutual groan as Yeonjun started to move his hips, grinding in a circle to get used to the feeling of Soobin deep inside of him. Slowly he started to pull his hips up, slamming down once to eye at the way Soobin was watching him with lust. Beginning the pattern of coming up just to thrust himself back down at a grueling dancers pace.

Soobin’s body went soft below his head tilting back against the headboard breathlessly. His hands caressing over Yeonjun’s body, the palm resting on his hip running up the older’s torso to gently brush over his nipple. Yeonjun gasped, his hips stuttering in response. A menacing smirk passed over the younger’s face who made eye contact with his hyung before leaning forward to wrap his lip around the bud. Moving in tandem, Yeonjun leaned back to place an arm behind him for support, providing Soobin with more space to access his chest. Grinding down at the new angle ripped a guttural cry from his throat, the duel stimulation pulsing through his veins.

Feeling his body about to give out he pleaded, “So-soobin you’re turn. Fuck up into me.”

Without a second passing by the request he planted his feet on the bed and began crashing his hips up to meet Yeonjun’s pelvis. After a few thrusts Yeonjun’s body began to go limp with content. Soobin took the opportunity to forcefully pull him down by the hips while thrusting up to meet their bodies halfway, a cry of pleasure leaving yeonjun’s chest mirrored by the mess of whimpers and labored breaths coming from Soobin. 

Suddenly and harshly he grabbed Yeonjun by the scruff of his neck to bring their bodies down to the mattress. Without pulling out he continued to plunge in deeply while laying Yeonjun down on his back, the angle letting him push even farther into his guts.

“-h m’god. S-soobin so good- so good to me,” Yeonjun garbled out unintelligibly through his uneven breaths.  

Soobin groaned at the praise hips stuttering, “Hyung you’re so tight around me. I’m close.”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he said firmly through another cry. “I just need a bit more, you’re doing so well for me Binnie,” the nickname slipped out naturally as he reached up to card his fingers through the other’s hair, pulling him down into a breathy kiss. Soobin whimpered but still kept his aggressive pace. 

“Fuck you feel so good hyung,” he leaned his head down to bury it in his neck, teeth scraping over his color bone. Reaching a hand between their bodies he grabbed his hyung’s cock, pumping it the same speed as his hips.

“SH-it. I’m there. I’m there!” Yeonjun cried out as Soobin continued to pound into his prostate over and over. “I’m gonna cum,” the words ghosted out of his throat as his body tightened up his release relaxing each one of his muscles at once. The second his body showed signs of the blissed out look meaning his needs were met, Soobin gasped out a whimper spilling onto the condom while shoving his head further into the safety of Yeonjun’s shoulder. 

“Fuck hyung,” Yeonjun felt his words mumble out against his neck, a soft kiss following right after.

“Hmmm yeah, what you said,” he huffed out lazily with a giggle. They rested there for a minute before Soobin pulled out and much like the last time came back to a closed eye Yeonjun, warm wet cloth, water and orange in hand. 

Stilling up Yeonjun graciously accepted the younger's offerings. “So is this how you woo people?” He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

Soobin looked back at him confused, Yeonjun lifted up the orange before tossing a slice into his mouth. “Oh. No,” he smirked. “I just wanted an orange. figured it would be rude not to share.”

Yeonjun laughed at his honestly. “Well, then thank you for your hospitality,” he embellished with a deep sarcastic bow, like the first time only this time with humor behind it. 

Soobin threw him his boxers and then one of his own shirts with a look much shyer than he should wear after how hard he had moments before been pounding into him. “They won’t be back for a while, wanna order food and watch something?” He asked, quickly immediately adding a “no pressure!” Holding up his hands sarcastically.

And somehow Yeonjun didn’t feel any pressure at all, this is what friends with benefits did, right? Friends as well. “I want jjajangmyeon,” he said as his form of an answer, jumping off the bed to slip on the clothes he’d been handed. “What kinda shows do you watch?” 

Soobin laughed as he slipped into his own pair of oversized gray sweats, foregoing a shirt much to Yeonjun’s delight. “I don’t take you as the kinda guy who watches anime.”

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Overtime, they developed somewhat of a system. Yeonjun had much more flexibility in his schedule so it was easy enough for him to pop by Soobin’s place whenever the younger was free. Normally as a rule he kept hookups out of his apartment, yet Soobin had him breaking one after the other. He found that not having to make it home after being fucked practically comatose by the younger somewhat of a nice change. It was a concept he had long forgotten the luxury of. 

Slowly they became somewhat of a fixture in each other’s routines. Yeonjun started to find it challenging to come up with new ways to excuse away the excitement he felt in his gut at the sight of Soobin’s name popping up on his phone. It must just be because he was horny, even when the message was a meme or a random comment about someone he saw on the train to work. 

It was another regular weekend when Soobin’s contact name showed up on his lock screen. A simple question, “what are you doing today?” 

Yeonjun replied easily, sending back a picture to show off his current state deeply buried in a pile of clean laundry, a sheet mask stuck to his face.

“Wow,” Soobin sent back immediately then a few minutes later followed by, “as fun as that looks I’m going to occupy your time today anyways. Be ready in an hour.” A flash of excitement zoomed through his body at the demand, ignoring the blush that took over his face as he scrambled up to get ready. Pausing briefly to ask for details. 

“What are we doing?” 

“Dress warm, wear boots and bring gloves,” was all he got before fifty minutes later Soobin was knocking at their front door.

He heard the knock and then much louder Kai’s voice yelling, “Junnie-hyung your suitor is here!” Before he turned back and much more conversationally asked “hey hyung how are you?” 

“I'm good Kai-yah, oh have you seen the new epi-” his thoughts cut out as Yeonjun came up to stand behind Kai wearing a fuzzy pink hat along with an excessively large puffy white coat.

“Aw, I’m so glad our baby finally has someone to talk nerd with~” he cooed, patting his shoulder.

“Hey!” Kai complained in the same breath Soobin sweetly mused, “you look great hyung.” 

The youngest rolled his eyes before taking a step back, “okay, well I’ll see you guys later,” then teasing ‘have fun~’ before turning to make his way back into the living room. 

Yeonjun lovingly tsked, turning back to yell, “make sure you eat some real food!” at his roommate before slipping through the doorway to follow Soobin out of the building.

Stepping outside, Yeonjun was happy to find it was a bright and clear day. The snow that had been falling over the past couple of weeks was still a crisp white having collected quite a bit over the streets. Prettiness aside it posed a bit of an endeavor for them to gracefully walk along the uneven sidewalk, needing to move slowly. Yeonjun was doing well with his footing until a bit of ice caused him to stumble, Soobin quickly reaching out to grab his waist before he could topple over and into the snow bank. The younger said nothing in the process, surprising him thoroughly at the lack of teasing. Instead, he left his hand on the small of his hyung’s back as they continued to move forward. Yeonjun chose not to complain about his lingering touch, besides accepting that one small act of intimacy wouldn’t kill him. 

“So what’s the plan Soobinnie,” he wondered aloud after a few minutes of what felt like aimless wandering. The term of endearment once again slipping out unprovoked, Soobin still looked down at him eyes in crescents, happy to hear it come from Yeonjun’s mouth.

“We’re going sledding,” he said casually.

Yeonjun squeaked “what!” 

“Yup,” he beamed looking back down at his hyung. “It's fun, my sister used to bring me to this hill when I was a kid.” 

“You’re crazy,” he scoffed, not attempting to hide his bubbling excitement. Eagerly starting to walk a bit faster, buzzing with the knowledge of the increased adrenaline involved in the activity. Always enjoying an extra rush or two when he could. 

“You’re going to have a blast. I promise,” he giggled, easily matching the new pace of his walk. 

And he was right, they were running around like children. Yeonjun felt a rush coursing through his whole body that he forgot he actually could. They had barely made it halfway up the hill before Soobin grabbed a handful of snow threatening to dump it over his head. Yeonjun double faked him, slipping away from his reach at the last second to run further up the hill laughing like a maniac. Almost losing his footing a few steps later, his hand shot out pushing himself up before he could fully fall on his face, out of breath from how hard he was laughing. 

Soobin quickly caught up to him. This time without snow in his hands as he tackled him to the ground despite all previous efforts to stay upright on his feet. The younger cackling, rolling around to hover over him. 

“Caught you,” he taunted while Yeonjun giggled playfully, wiggling around to try and escape the cage of his arms. 

Soobin smirked down at him deviously as he slowly dipped down to hover his lips over Yeonjun’s. All of a sudden, just as he was about to broach the last inch of space, every blaring alarm he had went off in his head. His brain screamed ‘FRIENDS DON’T ROMANTICALLY KISS THEIR FRIENDS AFTER PLAY FIGHTING IN THE SNOW!!!’ Panicking as a result, he grabbed his own handful of snow and tossed it over Soobin’s neck making him yelp and pull away to shake it out of his jacket. Yeonjun took his new found opportunity and scrambled away running back up the hill giggling. 

“Admit it! You got got Soobinnie! First one up the hill gets to sit in the front!” 

Soobin let him win, they both knew it. Still Yeonjun couldn’t help the beam he felt while wrapping his arms around Soobin’s midsection once he finally joined him at the top of the hill. 

The ride down took a quarter of the time they had spent to get up but it was all worth it. Soobin screamed like a child desperately wrapping his body around his hyung while Yeonjun cackled loudly, practically flying down the hill together. When they finally came to a stop Yeonjun leaned further back onto Soobin’s chest gasping for breath through his laughter as the younger squeezed his legs tighter around him in response. 

Standing he admitted, “you’re right Bin-ah this is way better than folding my laundry,” reaching his hand down to help pull the younger off of the ground. “I don’t know when the last time I laughed like this was.” When he joined him standing, Soobin had a look on his face Yeonjun purposely tried to ignore, instead reaching up to pinch at his rosy cheek. 

“Again?” Yeonjun asked with excitement. 

Soobin nodded easily, “but I’m in the front this time.”

Without thinking twice Yeonjun lifted himself up to his toes giving Soobin’s cheek a quick kiss. He hopelessly tried to ignore the voice in his head yelling at him again that friends with benefits don’t kiss each other outside of the act.

By the time the sun was setting the inevitable fatigue was finally hitting their bodies. With cold fingers and noses they found themselves both in desperate need of a warm meal. The two wandered for a bit, brushing shoulders as they passed by restaurant after restaurant, finally stumbling upon a glowing sign that read BUDAE JJIGAE, Yeonjun gasped easily tugging Soobin inside. They ate in comfortable silence as their bodies slowly warmed up. Yeonjun let his calf rest over Soobin’s ankle under the table, finding he craved the touch of the younger for reasons he refused to investigate. As they finished, Yeonjun sat back and groaned.

“I don’t want to go back outside it’s colddd.”

“Aww you poor baby,” he patted his cheek. “Luckily we aren’t too far from your apartment, it won’t take long for me to drop you off.” As they stood Yeonjun rushed to the ajumma to pay their bill before Soobin could try and do it himself. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” he scolded furrowing his brow. 

“I know,” he hummed. "But I wanted to. Besides, I'm the hyung aren’t I?” Yeonjun couldn’t tell if Soobin’s cheeks were flushed because of the cold outside or warm soup they had just scarfed down, but either way he decided firmly those were the only two reasons as to why his face and ears turned pink. He tried to ignore the gnawing voice in his head that called Soobin pretty. 

As they saw Yeonjun’s front door come into view, he finally started to come to terms with the idea that this had been far more than just a friendly day. More so that the scariest part was how he didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you coming up?" He breathed out as his cold hands fumbled to take out his keys. 

“I can’t say no to that,” the younger purred, taking a step closer so his front rested snug against Yeonjun’s backside. He smirked, knocking the snow off of his boots before stumbling through the doorway, pulling Soobin along with him.

The second he clicked the lock on his bedroom door into place he turned and threw Soobin against it, grunting from the force. He sank to his knees without a further thought, maintaining eye contact the whole way down.

“F-fuck,” Soobin choked as he felt the warmth of Yeonjun’s mouth hovering over his groin, heat of his breath penetrating the material of his thick winter pants.

“I’ve been thinking of this all day,” the older buzzed.

“God damnit Jun, you can’t say shit like that when you’re on your knees,” he scoffed in disbelief. Adding, “I’ll literally bust in my pants,” as deadpan as he could manage. 

Yeonjun giggled as his palm pressed down on Soobin’s growing bulge, his other hand reaching for the buttons that were keeping him away from his desired target. Once he was able to pull Soobin out of his pants he didn’t waste a second before putting it in his mouth. Soobin gasped, his breath seeming to have been knocked out of his chest as a hand automatically came up to thread through Yeonjun’s hair. The small tug he gave forced Yeonjun to moan around his shaft. 

“Fuck,” Soobin threw his head back bonking it against the door harshly. “Your mouth is insane, I don’t know what yo- ah fuck- what you do to make it feel like this,” he gawked down at the man below him.

Yeonjun popped off his cock to tilt his head up and shot Soobin a sultry look, “it’s all practice baby.”

The fire in Soobin’s eyes ignited the flame already pooling in his groin, squirmed under his gaze. His hand started to move again, massaging his length while reaching a cold hand up to work over his balls. 

Soobin hissed at the cold, yet the sound was quickly taken over by a whine as Yeonjun leaned in to suck at the sensitive spot right under the backside of his head. The cold of his fingers was forgotten instantly as Soobin grabbed onto his hair, pushing him to take more into his mouth. 

It didn’t take long for Soobin to see how much Yeonjun was squirming as he listened intently to the desperate little noises he was making around his cock. He easily slotted a leg between Yeonjun’s thighs and looked at him sternly. “Ride my leg.”

Yeonjun whimpered pitifully, shoulders sagging at the command. Happily sighing once he was granted access to the newly found friction. He held Soobin’s gaze as tears began to prick at the corner of his eyes. With each upward grind of his hips he took Soobin a little deeper until he was happily hitting the back of his throat. Yeonjun hummed around him, satisfied with his work as Soobin scoffed in return.

“Fuck, how are you even real.”

He could see the smirk Yeonjun mouth held even while still enveloping his cock. Deciding to wipe it off his face as quickly as possible he lifted his leg up further, applying more pressure to Yeonjun’s throbbing crotch. The moan he let out around him was Soobin’s last straw as he reached down again and grabbed his hair to keep him in place. 

“Fuck hold still for me baby,” the words rolling smoothly from his tongue as he rocked shallowly back and forth over his tongue. “You’re being so good for me Junnie, such a good boy." The praise caused an involuntary and pitiful whimper to slip out of his hyung’s mouth, the noise tipping Soobin over the edge as he came in his mouth with a silent scream. Yeonjun trembled with excitement and pride, knowing how well he had pleased his partner as he swallowed the load. 

“Fuck hyung. Your mouth is.. just wow,” he took another heaving breath before tucking himself back into his boxers. He leaned down wasting no time as he crushed his lips against Yeonjun, lifting him up by the elbows and swallowing his whine. He threw Yeonjun onto his bed and was kneeing in-between his legs in an instant, pulling at the waistband of Yeonjun’s pants. 

The elder quickly lifted his hips so this lower half could be stripped and his dick could be touched directly. Soobin ran his nose along the inside of his calf and up to his knee, kissing the soft skin of his inner leg, his lip's new favorite place to be. 

Yeonjun whined petulantly “Binnie please, please I’m so close. Touch me.”

Soobin answered with a gentle nip on the inside of his knee before he was face to face with his hyung throbbing problem. The warmth of his breath along with the strip he licked up his dick sent a shiver through his spine, pulling a gasp from the back of his throat. 

“Seriously Soobin I’m so close, please,” he begged earnestly, desperate enough not to feel embarrassed.

“Sorry hyung,” his voice rumbled possessively. “I’ll give you what you need. You were so good for me today, I promise no more teasing.”

It only took a few minutes of Soobin’s mouth lazily licking and sucking for Yeonjun’s hips to jerk up and coat the inside of his mouth crying out in relief. In any other circumstance he might have felt a bit mortified at the speed in which he finished, but right now half naked laying in front of Soobin still kneeling in front of him, he felt like he was floating. 

Soobin slowly raised himself up, putting a hand next to Yeonjun’s head before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, smiling when Yeonjun whined. He shifted over then to place a hot opened mouth kiss directly on his lips which Yeonjun happily reciprocated.

 He smirked, hovering over his hyung for just a moment longer before blinking rapidly and clearing his throat, standing up quickly. “I think I need to be heading home but I had a really nice time today, like really nice.”

Yeonjun sighed happily meeting his eyes, “I agree, it was a good day. With a good ending as well~” He tried to wink but the attempt just caused Soobin to chuckle. “Do you want some water before you go? You know, um to wash it down,” he slowly sat up and reached for his pants. 

“Yeah probably,” he chuckled.

Yeonjun reached around him to grab his bathrobe off of the chair by his desk and motioned to Soobin to follow him into the kitchen. “Ah just a sec,” the older darted swiftly into the bathroom turning the faucet up to its highest temperature. 

When he came back Soobin had already helped himself to water pulling a soft smile out of Yeonjun. 

As the younger handed him a glass he asked, “bath?”

“Yeah, I’m still cold. Just it takes the tub a while to heat up.”

Soobin nodded, placing his empty cup in the sink, “well I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Let me know when you got home, okay?”  

He nodded, leaning down to press a light kiss to the crown of his head. “Anything for hyung.”

Yeonjun refused to admit he was blushing as he closed and locked the door behind him, quickly slinking off to the bathroom before he could be caught smiling dumbly at the backside of a closed door. 

Sinking into the warmth of the bath he had to bite back another smile. He could still feel Soobin on his skin, the touch of his hand guiding up the inside of his thigh, the way his breath tickled the hairs of his neck, the delicious taste of his sweat against his tongue and how his mouth bloomed comfort wherever it touched. He smiled to himself finally realizing he might just be fucked. 

Sighing he sunk further into the tub, letting his body submerge itself up to his ears. The heat crept through his sore muscles until it matched the warmth emanating through his chest. 

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Yeonjun gasped for air as cum aggressively shot out of his body. Soobin continuing to pound into him from behind, rocking him through his orgasm. The younger was familiar enough with his body by now to know exactly when to pull out, just a moment before Yeonjun’s overstimulation point. 

“Can I cum on your back?”

“Fuck. Yes yes,” he said able to feel the blood pulsing rapidly behind his eyelids. The welcome feeling of Soobin’s warm ejaculate covering his back and ass lit another fire in his groin, dick jumping from the feeling. 

“God damn,” Soobin mumbled, coming down. “You outdo yourself each time hyung.”

He giggled waiting for Soobin to reach over and wipe his back down with a tissue, “I’ll say the same for you Bin-ah. Talk about getting your back blown out,” he winced a little as he moved to sit up, letting out a shy laugh. “I’m glad I don’t have rehearsal tomorrow,” he hummed, still rubbing at the base of his spine.

A look of discomfort passed over Soobin’s face as he rushed to sit next to his hyung, reaching to rest a hand on his naked thigh. “Was I too ruff?" asking with an urgency that caught the older off guard. 

Recovering from the surprise quickly, Yeonjun cooed in return cupping his face. “No Soobin-ah, you were perfect.” Then with a smirk he added, “you always handle me exactly like I ask.”

The relief on his face was palpable as he leaned down to place a light kiss on Yeonjun’s lips. 

It felt far too intimate all of a sudden, Yeonjun’s heart skipping a beat as he shot up from the bed to find his clothes. 

“That being said, you really wore me out tonight,” he noted airily. “I have to be heading home.”

Yeonjun opened the door to quickly step into the common area before jumping out of his skin. Beomgyu was between Taehyun’s legs hovering over him with their mouths sloppily interlaced. 

He yelped before pointing at them and yelling, “AHHH!”

A moment later Beomgyu looked up and instantly did the same, pointing at his roommate with a gasp and scream, “AHHHHHHH!”

“Ugh,” he looked over his friend’s positioning again before looking back to their flushed faces, “it’s so weird to see you here Beommia-yah,” he shuttered.

“Weird to see me here?” He squealed, scoffing to add, “this is my boyfriend's apartment, it’s weird to see YOU here!” The younger’s eyes bored into Yeonjun’s soul as he began to blush in return.

Taehyun calmly chimed in adding, “he’s here all the time, actually.”

“WHAT!” Beomgyu screamed ten times louder than the first time. 

“Thanks for that Tae-yah,” he groaned.

Soobin decided that was the opportune moment in time to meander out of his bedroom, joining Yeonjun by his side. Of course he would be wearing only his sweatpants, hickey happily displayed on his chest. “What am I your dirty little secret or something?” He asked sardonically.

“No. No, you’re far from little Soobin-ah,” he cooed, turning to him with a wink patting softly where the mark lay over his chest.

“Dude,” Taehyun protested as Beomgyu pretended to gag “gross.”

“But no Soobin-ah, you’re not at all a secret,” he added more seriously. “It’s just that the frequency of our little visits had not previously been disclosed to my lovely Beommie-yah,” he explained studiously.

“Ha,” Soobin laughed at his expense. “Busted,” playfully slapping his ass as he walked past him towards the bathroom. “I’ll see you around hyungie.” Gaining a hum in return from Yeonjun who quickly turned to squint at his roommate, serenely saying ‘later,’ already anticipating the hell fire this was about to bring down on him.

“No, not later! Now. Besides, I was just about to leave anyway. I’ll drive you back home,” he scrambled out of his boyfriend's lap running around to collect his things. 

Yeonjun pointed between the two of them, “you call that just about to leave?” He asked sarcastically. Taehyun groaned, throwing his head back on the couch seeming to explicitly agree with that hyung. 

“You are not the one to be saying shit to me right now,” he lisped out quickly. Yeonjun put his hands up in surrender and walked over to join Beomgyu grabbing his shoes as well.

Once the car hit pavement Beomgyu opened his big mouth, “did you guys go on another date today?”

“Date??” He looked at him, confusion plastered over his face. “Wait another ?? What are you talking about, we aren’t dating Gyu-yah,” denial written over his furrowed brow, already effectively annoyed.

“Let me get this right,” he scoffed. “You guys have been seeing each other regularly for what, like two and a half months now? Last weekend he took you to one of his favorite childhood places so you could go sledding together, then after you went to dinner where you refused to let him pay. He walked you home in the opposite direction of his apartment and you invited him upstairs so you could do what exactly, hyung? Fucking play dominos?” The venom disguised as sarcasm seeped into his existing disbelief with each point he listed off.  When Yeonjun didn’t respond he glanced over at him quickly before turning back to the road. “I don’t know about you Yeonjun-hyung, but that kinda sounds like a fucking date to me!” 

“We are just friends Beomgyu-yah. Friends hang out,” he attempted to defend himself quietly, only sinking further into his puffy coat. “It’s not like that, it’s never been like that since the first time. He knows that, I know that. It’s only casual between us Gyu-yah no matter what you think.” All his brain could do now was put up walls, to deny and deflect. The thoughts his best friend was dredging up didn’t fit with his current narrative and he didn’t want to think about it any deeper. Hence his self implored ignorance.

“How many times have you seen him since you went sledding?” Beomgyu’s voice was grating at his brain, wishing more than anything to have an out for this conversation. 

“Um, I don’t know. Including today like, maybe four or five times,” he spoke slowly.

“Five?” He scoffed. “Shit hyung, even four is more than I saw Hyunnie this week and we ARE dating.”

“Your point?” He did not want to hear this, he could not deal with hearing this.

“Did you fuck every time you saw each other?”

“Um, I don’t see how that’s relevant, but I guess no?” He muttered bashfully, a sneaking suspicion that the truthful answer was not helping his case.

“You guess?” He glanced back over at him with a crazed sort of look that normal would have made him laugh. 

“Well, yeah. He brought me a coffee on Tuesday because I was complaining I was tired,” he admitted, accepting his fate at the hands of his friend. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed sarcastically as if it was the least surprising thing he could have possibly said. “So he’s bringing you coffee to work AND you’re texting!”

“I text you, does that mean we're dating?” Deny, deny, deny.

“You’re being dense, Junnie-hyung.”

“Gyu-yah it WASN’T a date!” Whining, he lightly stomped his foot like a kid. “It’s called friends with benefits. Friends, we’re friends. Yeah the sex is incredible but that's just what it is. Sex. Besides, why would I ruin a good thing with unnecessary feelings?”

“Then when was the last time you fuck someone else?” 

With that Yeonjun felt himself fully shut down, his blood running cold. It had been months, two and a half if he had to be exact. When he didn’t respond Beomgyu reached over to comfortingly squeeze his knee, voice a bit softer now. “Can you promise me you’ll just try to think about what I said?”

“It wasn’t a date,” he whispered, sliding down in his seat and closing his eyes. He heard Beomgyu let out a labored sigh, the two sitting in silence a moment longer before he gave up, turning on the radio. 

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The next day he woke up with a weight on his chest that hadn’t been there before walking out of Soobin’s apartment. He had texted the older around noon but Yeonjun decided not to respond. It wasn’t about sex, so why would he? 

The next day the weight was only heavier. He got a text halfway through his rehearsal, opening it during a water break. “Did you see this?” It was a link to an article about Fubao, he hadn’t, but the familiar warmth in his chest had him quickly locking his phone screen. Maybe he would respond later. 

He didn’t. 

He was relatively successful in his attempts to avoid his roommates. When Beomgyu slipped out that evening for a date he found himself scrambling to get out of the apartment as fast as possible. He made a beeline for The Social Club, itching to speak to anyone other than the people he directly had to answer to. He knew he was being weird. Yet he couldn’t make sense of anything, just desperate to distract himself from the unexplainable guilt that had been gnawing at his bones. 

Thirty minutes later Wooyoung was sliding him a drink across the bar while fixing him with a weary look. “What’s up with you? You look off.” 

“Gee thanks Woo. It’s good to see you as well,” he smirked, lifting the drink to his lips and mentally praising the customer who had beckoned his friend’s attention away. It didn’t take long before he felt a familiar presence taking up space next to him. 

“Haven’t been by in a while, I thought you’d finally been scooped up or something,” a raspy voice pulled his eyes up to see Mingi smiling down at him, as per usual his eyes holding a less than friendly glint. 

Yeonjun hummed, “you know that's not really my style.”

“Hey, maybe I can make it your style,” he negged.

“Yeah?" He laughed looking him up and down for effect, raising an eyebrow. “And how could you possibly do that Mingi?”

Mingi took a bold step forward, moving close enough that Yeonjun had to crane his neck up a bit to keep eye contact from where he was sitting. Distantly he heard the bar doors open and close but hadn’t been paying any mind to who was coming and going since he first sat on his stool. He didn’t register a new presence standing by him until he heard Soobin’s deep voice cut through Mingi’s advances.

“Hyung can I talk to you,” the first thing he noticed was how strained he sounded, looking up he realized he looked it as well.

“Oh Soobin-ah,” he greeted, turning to give his full attention and smiling lightly. 

“Were in the middle of something,” Mingi attempted dismissing him, easily turning back to Yeonjun who’s eyes were still glued to Soobin’s face. Still trying to decipher his expression unsuccessfully. 

The younger’s eyes quickly flickered away from his hyung as he spat out, “don’t you have some tables to wipe down or something?”

Mingi scoffed, shaking his head with a prickly smile. “I guess I do,” when he turned back to Yeonjun his face dropped the bite, “We’ll pick this conversation back up another time then, huh?” Winking once before walking away, turning briefly back to look at Soobin again scoffing in disbelief. 

“Mkay’bye Mingi,” he mused in a tone so sweet it was impossible to be taken seriously, all accentuated with a roll of his eyes. However the humor he felt died the second he looked back to see the disdain on Soobin’s face as he held his gaze on the third man.

“That was kinda rude Soobin-ah. You know Mingi isn’t a bad guy,” he reprimanded lightly. 

“I don’t care,” chirping back frankly, taking a labored breath before clearing his features to look back at Yeonjun. “Talk, outside?” He motioned to the door. Even after schooling over his features the second he asked, a wave of frustration passed through his eyes. 

“Okay,” he agreed weakly, chancing a glance over his shoulder at Wooyoung in disbelief.

Quickly his friend mouthed, ‘Jealous of Mingi!’

He couldn’t help the way his mouth hung open, Wooyoung only nodding vehemently in return.

Taking a few steps away from the bar entrance he wrapped his jacket tightly around his torso, waiting for Soobin to say something. When he didn’t, Yeonjun sighed prompting him to begin, “So what’s the emergency Soobin-ah?” already feeling a bit agitated that he’d been asked to stand outside in the cold. “What was so important that it couldn’t have waited?” When Soobin didn't speak, just continuing to stand there looking at him with his face twisted hard and pensive Yeonjun couldn’t help the dry laugh he let out. 

“Did you have a good time last weekend?” The randomness of his question caught Yeonjun off guard.

“I mean yeah, sledding was fun,” he answered honestly if not a bit timidly, realizing it had recently become a pattern for his friends to ask him leading questions. Soobin gave him a tight nod, like it was the answer he was expecting to hear.

"Then why did you come here tonight?” 

“What?” He blurted out with a small laugh. 

“Why did you come here tonight?”

“Seriously Soobin-ah?” Whatever humor he had already disappearing with the second question with an obvious answer sitting between them. The other just nodded like Yeonjun was the one being difficult. 

“You know why I come here. We covered that day one, Soobin-ah. You weren’t having a hard time comprehending it then,” he bit. The cold air burned his lungs as he forced himself to take another deep and sharp breath. 

“You didn’t need to come here, you could have just texted me,” laying his point out firmly.

“What?” he huffed in disbelief, laughing as if Soobin was telling him a joke. This had to be a joke.

"If you needed a lay you could have just called me!” His voice got a bit louder, stronger. A new side of anger settling into the lines of his face.

“I appreciate your dedication to the whole service top thing you have going on but you can’t actually be serious right now,” gapping at the younger, his brows only scrunched deeper.

“I am. Why did you come here?” He firmly asked again. 

“I don’t know,” he threw his hands up sarcastically, making a show of looking around. “The same reason you did??”

“Hyung,” his voice was colder than Yeonjun had heard before, teetering on pained.

“What? Is that not exactly why you came here?” Soobin didn’t respond, just looked at him harder like somehow that would resolve whatever was happening between them. “Is that not exactly why you’re here Soobin-ah?” His voice the most strained it had been since receiving Beomgyu’s scolding. 

“I’m here because I knew this was where you would be!!” He yelled explosively.

Yeonjun tried to hide the disbelief on his face, hands coming up to wrap tighter around himself seeking the comfort. “What is this Soobin-ah?” Asking in almost a whisper. “We're not together, why are you acting like this?”

The preachy look Soobin shot him made his blood boil. He couldn’t decide what was worse, the embarrassment and hurt that came along with being yelled at in public, or that this was how he had to finally come to terms with the feelings he had been harboring for the younger. That this was how he had to figure out he wanted Soobin to confess. That he wanted Soobin to want him back in that way in the first place. But it was easily decided that the silence wedged between the two of them was the worst option. Not able to take it anymore, he sighed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, “I’m going home.” 

The bitter laugh Soobin shot at him froze Yeonjun in his tracks, looking back at the younger whose face was unreadable. “Oh so now you’re going home? I ruined it for you did’nT I,” he accentuated his t poisonously, aiming to hurt and hitting his target. Yeonjun shrunk smaller into himself at the tone, looking back with wide eyed confusion.

“Hm?” Soobin taunted. “You’re not going to go back on the prowl ?” Yeonjun could barely comprehend what was happening, why his chest was hurting this way. “Why not when it’s so easy to do with you and Wooyoung-ssi’s little system that's set up for you to find you your next victim? Or better yet I’m sure Mingi would follow you home in a fucking heartbeat,” chest heaving, his arms wildly gestured between them.

Once his yelling settled the only thing they could hear between them was Soobin’s elevated breath. He could barely look at him, terrified he’d start to cry if he did. Mustering strength, he stoned over his features. Taking a shaky breath he pinned Soobin down with a look he hoped came off as angry, yet probably leaned closer to devastated. 

He tried to spit his words back but his voice broke immediately, quivering in distress and only coming out as a whisper, “is that really what you think of me?” No matter how much air he pulled in he couldn’t catch his breath. “That you’re my- my victim?” Face falling in full, a grimace of pain made itself at home as he felt the telltale signs of tears coming on.

Soobin seemed to come back to earth immediately, scrambling in a panic. “No, Junnie I-”

“Why would you say that to me,” he sniffled out, not much louder than a breath.

“No. Wait, I didn’t mea-”

“D-don’t follow me,” holding his breath he turned on the spot, walking away as quickly as possible with his head down and hands shoved deeply in his pockets. He flinched as he heard Soobin yell ‘fuck!’ to himself but he didn’t turn around. He just kept walking. 

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Once he got to the safety of his room he let himself crumble, barely making it onto his bed before curling up in a ball to sob. It was worse than he would have imagined it, to develop feelings for someone again. To be hurt by someone again. Why did it have to be Soobin, when he wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever met. When he had felt so adored by him without previously realizing it. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time Beomgyu came in hot, bursting through his bedroom door. Only that his tears had yet to settle. 

“Really hyung? Really?” His friend sneered at him, already too distressed to try and reason with why Beomgyu was mad at him too, sadly accepting he probably just deserved it as well. “Soobin called Tae while we were on our date crying. Do you know how upset he is?” The accusation pulling another twinge of pain through Yeonjun’s raw lungs. He must not know, must not have the details, what Soobin said to him . Not the other way around.

“Look,” he judged down on him. “I didn’t tell you this at the time because It wasn’t pertinent, because I didn’t know at first that it was about YOU, but the morning you first met Tae, when he had to rush out, it was because Soobin had someone walk out on him the night before. After he thought they had both gotten along really well and how he had been excited to get to know them once they woke up. Then morning came and he was alone with a dumb fucking note on his desk! Sound familiar? Fuck that’s half of the reason he even agreed to go to dinner with us in the first place! Because he was upset! Besides YOU upset him!” Yelling in frustration while he pointed his finger accusingly. The guilt trip easily working its way under his skin. 

“He said it wasn’t like that,” Yeonjun sobbed in pain. “I couldn’t have been more crystal fucking clear about my lifestyle an intentions. HE is still the one who wanted my number even after I explicitly clarified I just like to fuck around. He was the one who was deceiving ME!” Gasping for breath he whimpered barely audible, “he said it wasn’t like that.”

Beomgyu groaned, “Okay, so? maybe at first it wasn’t like that! God you’re an idiot. Things change you know. Feelings change. You should know! I’ve seen first hand how you’ve changed in the last few months. God you need to get the fuck over yourself hyung.”

As his rant fizzled to an end Beomgyu quickly lost his final breath of steam as he watched Yeonjun further collapse in front of him, his sobs so aggressive he was beginning to hyperventilate. Realizing part of his mistake Beomgyu panicked, “shit, hyung. I’m sorry. Hey,” he easily scooped Yeonjun up to rest him against his side, propping him in an upright position and running a warm hand over his back. “Breathe hyung, you have to breathe.”

“Obviously,” he wheezed after finding a small bit of his breath. “Obviously he didn’t tell Taehyun-ah over the phone what he said to me . God I can’t believe you’d take his side without even stopping to ask me what happened first,” all of a sudden remembering how he had been spoken to, immediately pulling his body away from his friend to sit up by himself. 

“He slut shamed me!” Yeonjun’s voice wobbled, unable to keep the cry of pain out of his voice. “He told me he was a victim to my lifestyle and that I should just go back to coercing people with Wooyoung! He called me easy and then had the nerve to look regretful, Beomgyu-yah.” He couldn’t help that he was sobbing rapidly again, fists clenched as the now angry tears flew from his eyes. Boggled he was having to defend himself to Beomgyu of all people. “And now here you are yelling at me too, telling me I’m just as shitty as he thinks I am!” He was trying so hard to breathe, to not crumble again but it was so hard, his heart hurt so much. 

“Oh hyung, fuck. I am so sorry,” Beomgyu apologized immediately, reaching back out to hug him meeting no resistance from the older. “I shouldn’t have said it like that, and you’re right I should've have asked you first. That was so fucking shitty of me.” he rocked them back and fourth resting his cheek on Yeonjun’s forehead, already knowing he’d been forgiven by his best friend.

“No but you’re right,” snot muffled his words. “You’re right I’ve been ignoring his feelings and I hurt him because of it and I do sleep around and Woo and I do play with people. Everything everyone has said about me today was true and that’s the worst part.” Finding himself once again gasping for air between each word. Unable to keep any of it in, the shame taking up too much space in his ribs. 

“But I said it so mean,” he regretted in a small voice. “And what he said was meant to hurt you because he was hurt, which was horrible of him to do. Just because some parts are factual doesn’t mean the emotion behind it was rightfully placed,” he carded his fingers through the hair sticking to the back of Yeonjun’s neck coated in panic induced sweat. Yeonjun nodded his head and tucked himself further into Beomgyu’s shoulder.

“Then why do I feel like this Gyu? Why did it hurt so much to hear him say that?” He asked pitifully.

“Hyung,” he sighed. “Do you really need me to tell you? I think you already know,” he felt Yeonjun huff a breath out, sarcasm slowly finding its way back into his body. A good sign in Beomgyu’s book. “It’s okay to have feelings for someon-”

“But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this!” He exploded, sitting up to look at his friend. His eyes swollen and raw, nose running with lips dry to match.

“Hey hey,” he shushed him cupping his cheek. “And that’s okay. You can’t plan for it to happen or not to happen, it just does. Okay?” Yeonjun begrudgingly nodded. “And I agree with you. What he said is so fucked up that I’m honestly having a hard time accepting that we’re still talking about the same Soobin-hyung. And on top of that I was a shitty friend. I fully jumped the gun just because I heard how upset he was on the phone and I didn’t know the details, so I’m sorry, genuinely,” the older nodded along with his apology. “This behavior aside he genuinely likes you hyung and you obviously like him or you wouldn’t be upset like this,” he nodded at Yeonjun with a soft smile, wiping his thumb under his eyes.

“But we fought Gyu,” he sniffled, closing his eyes tightly. “I wasn’t kind and then he yelled at me, in public. How can we come back from that?” Beomgyu hummed at his point.

“Well there’s really only one way to find out,” he humphed softly in return.

“Well if he wants to apologize then he can come to me, I’m too hurt to even try anymore.” He scowled looking down to his hand fisting at the bottom of his chunky sweater.

“That’s okay hyung, that’s okay.” He took a deep breath before asking, “can I stay with you for a bit?” The other nodded easily knowing he needed the company. Once Beomgyu settled propped up on a pillow against the headboard he motioned for Yeonjun to cuddle up to his chest, laying with him, comfortingly touching his hair as he let his hyung cry it out. 

An hour or so later, when Yeonjun had finally been calmed out of his tears there was a soft knock at his door. “Yeah?” Beomgyu called, wondering why Kai felt the need to knock before coming in. 

When the door opened Kai was there, only that he was standing behind Soobin looking between the three of them incredibly worried. “I’m sorry hyungs! He just burst in once I opened the door!”

Yeonjun sat up quickly wiping at his eyes knowing there was no way he didn’t look incredibly rough at the moment. Soobin’s eyes followed the path of his hand, looking pained to see the unmistakable signs of the hurt he had caused cast over his features. 

“It’s okay Ningning, Beommie-yah it's fine,” glancing at his friend who looked as though he might throw fire in Soobin’s face to shake his head in silent communication to back down. "Thank you for your help,” he offered a smile, squeezing his hand.

Beomgyu reluctantly nodded with a tight smile. “Then Hyuka and I will head out for a bit so you can talk. Call if you need me to kick him out,” shooting a mean glare at Soobin. “It would be my pleasure.” Placing a quick kiss to the top of Yeonjun’s head he got off the bed and walked straight up to Soobin, pointing menacingly at his chest. “You better not make this any fucking worse,” Soobin nodding at the threat, eyes darting back to Yeonjun who was looking straight ahead at the wall. 

They were both silent until the tell tale sound of the front door locking rang through the apartment. Soobin cleared his throat slightly, moving to step forward before pausing to think twice. “Hyung um, can I sit?”

Yeonjun nodded, still not looking up at him. As Soobin came to sit by his side he scooted further over in attempts to create a larger space between them. A wounded breath pushed through Soobin’s nose but he couldn’t find the space to care. He needed the space if there was any way he might get through this conversation. Soobin took a deep breath and cleared his throat another time. 

“I’m sorry for what I said,” The eldest hummed noncommittally, not trusting himself with words yet. Still not finding himself able to look up at him.

“I was wrong to say that,” Yeonjun offered him a tight nod. “Instead of telling you the reason I was upset I just said shit that was fucked up. I’m not proud of what I said to you and I didn’t mean a single word of it,” he whispered through his apology like it needed to stay private between the two of them. Even with the distance between them, Yeonjun could feel how he wasn’t pulling in full breaths. Shallowly taking air and then barely letting any out in return.  

“Then why did you say it? No, why did you yell it at me,” his voice was cold, distant, speaking in the only way he trusted himself not to break. 

“I- I’m sorry hyung.” There was another long silence between them, the more it stretched out the more he could feel a crazed laugh building at the back of his throat itching to be let out. 

“You really came all this way just to say that?” After another long beat of nothing Yeonjun sighed, standing up and moving to walk towards the door. He only got a step away before Soobin’s hand shot out to lightly circle around his. He looked down before his gaze wandered up, finally meeting the younger man’s eyes.

“No hyung. There is more I want t- I need to say.” A dumb and pitiful part of his brain was screaming to the surface, crying out to say how nice it felt to have Soobin’s touch back on his skin. Refusing to give in, he forced himself to pull his hand back. Wrapping his arms around his body as he continued to stand still in the middle of the room, nodding for him to speak. 

“I know what I said about all this at the beginning, I know I said I wasn’t looking for anyone. Because I wasn’t, that was never a lie. But then you just fell into my lap,” he scoffed furrowing his brows in disbelief. “You know, I really thought I would never see you again when I woke up alone but then there you were waltzing back into my life twelve hours later. Because of course you’d just happen to be the best friend of my best friend’s new boyfriend. You couldn't even begin to imagine how shocked I was to see you walk up to our table,” he smiled up to him genuinely, the small semblance of relief that came with getting this off of his chest was displayed palpably over his face. “And then I got to thinking about what would have happened if we hadn’t met the night before, would you have ever been interested? Would you have ever thought of me the way you did the night before? You can’t seriously tell me you didn’t feel something that first night,” his voice took on a pleading tilt, face losing track of the point.

“Soobin-ah I-“

“I'm not done,” he cut him off huffing apologetically seconds later. “When you told me you weren’t looking for anyone I understood because I hadn’t been looking either. It’s not like I wasn’t open to the idea but I figured that it would be easy enough to leave alone since you were so stern in what you wanted. Which I respect, I’ve always respected that,” he looked so seriously at Yeonjun that he felt like he was being put under a spotlight, again having to remind himself to breathe. 

“I know what we said at the beginning and I know that at the time it wasn’t a lie. But now I want to laugh in my own fucking face. I mean, how could I not have feelings for you? Hyung you’re incredible, I’ve never met anyone like you before and I was so mad that you didn’t feel the same that I let myself degrade you and that was so unbelievably wrong of me. So I’m sorry, and I completely understand if you want to end this because of it. I was so out of line today and I’m out of line for having developed feelings for you in the first place. So I get it if you don’t want to keep seeing me and I’ll respect your decision to leave me behind.”

There was a long stint of shocked stillness between the two of them. Yeonjun had never realized how deep it ran for him, how much he had affected Soobin as well in return. He felt tears pricking at his eyes again before he could even think to try and stop them from dropping to his stinging cheeks. He couldn’t get himself to speak above a whisper but he still knew what he needed to say. 

“What if I don’t want to let you go?”

Soobin jumped to his feet and in half a second was standing directly in front of Yeonjun, a deft hand reaching up to wipe away a few tears before moving to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. “Then please don’t,” he pleaded with a whisper and wet breath. Yeonjun let out a sound that toed the line between joyous relief and a sob before Soobin was crashing their lips together in desperation. 

Yeonjun easily let Soobin have control of the kiss, content in finally fully succumbing to him. It felt different, like all their other kisses but with more weight. There was no more skirting around how they felt, no more trying to express it through physicality alone. Now there were words involved, now it was real for them both. Unavoidable.

Soobin ran his hand through his hyung's hair, tugging a bit at his scalp to pull out a gasp, the other biting down on his bottom lip in return. Soobin leaned down further nipping at his jaw before kissing a trail down his neck, hands reaching to pick him up by the thighs. Quickly he turned them around tossing Yeonjun onto the bed, the older unable to hold back a giggle as his body bounced up from the force of the drop.

“Fuck I love that sound,” Soobin smiled down at him.

“What sound Bin-ah?” Playing dumb and smirking back up at him from where he was laying below.

Soobin crawled over him, arms coming up to cage his torso underneath his chest and leaned his face down to mirror Yeonjun’s smile. “All of them.”

He wrapped his arms around Soobin, yanking him down the rest of the way until they were lying chest to chest. Leaning up to kiss him he pulled a pleased hum from the back of the younger’s throat. A blissful moment later Soobin grabbed his jaw to turn his head to the side, beginning to kiss a painstakingly slow trail of wet lips down the middle column of his throat. 

Speaking between each kiss, his sentence became garbled with the emotions he could no longer keep to himself “I’m,” kiss “gonna,” kiss “do,” kiss “everything,” kiss “I can,” kiss “to make,” kiss “you feel,” kiss “what I feel,” he punctuated it with a nip to the skin resting between his clavicles, seizing a gasp out of Yeonjun who was squirming below the attention of his lips. 

“Binnie, I need to feel you,” he panted, recapturing the younger’s lips with his own. 

Soobin pulled away to look into Yeonjun's eyes seriously. “I’ll do anything you want hyung, always. Anything,” a promise that looked like he intended to keep with his life. They both felt the shudder that passed through the eldest’s body, Soobin smirking down at him as he whined with embarrassment.

“Take my clothes off,” he requested politely in a small voice as if he were shy even though the smirk on his face said something different. 

“I’d love too,” Soobin’s dimple popped out as he pulled Yeonjun’s sweater over his head, leaning down to work on the button up that had been hiding underneath. He meticulously went down button by button, running his lips over the newly exposed chest as he moved in order. Once he got it fully unbuttoned Soobin bit down at the soft flesh of his stomach a soft whimper coming from Yeonjun, who was already panting and throbbing in his slacks.

“Soobin please.”

The younger’s deep voice hummed against his skin, the feeling of the vibrations shooting straight to his dick. “Please what, hyung?”

Yeonjun felt like he could cry, so overwhelmed yet still so happy to be under this man in particular. “Touch me Soobin,” he whispered again, “please.”

There was no response with words, just the younger’s mouth latching back onto the skin of his stomach to suck a mark while moving to take off his hyung’s pants, unwrapping him like a present. Leaning down, Soobin kissed his head through his underwear to pull a gasp from Yeonjun’s chest. 

“Fuck!”

Soobin hummed against him again in satisfaction, bringing another one of his hyung’s shivers to the surface. “Can I eat you out?”

“Fuck,” he laughed breathlessly. “Yeah yes,” He scrambled up to take his underwear off and quickly flipped over to his knees earning a coo from Soobin still standing right behind him.

“Eager?” he mused.

“I know what your mouth feels like, sue me.”

Soobin scoffed, still grabbing his hip to bend over and spit on his asshole. The saliva ran down his crack slowly, Yeonjun whimpering as he felt Soobin’s thumb come up to rest over his rim before he pressed down firmly, rubbing a circle around him. “Fuck,” Soobin grumbled, mouth coming down to bite his ass cheek.

He leaned down further to finally lick a stripe along where Yeonjun needed his attention the most. Yeonjun sobbed as he felt Soobin start to suck, roughly lapping over his hole with a new found fervor. 

“Fuck, fuck.” 

He felt Soobin huff out what seemed like a laugh against his skin, in retaliation Yeonjun pushed his hips back harder causing the younger to groan, dipping his tongue inside his hyung. Yeonjun’s moaning increased immediately, babbling nonsense in between asking for more. 

Soobin slowly worked to stretch him as much as he could with his tongue before Yeonjun started to plead for his fingers, needing to feel something thicker deep inside of him. Soobin happily gave him what he wanted, praising him for asking before pulling his face back. Finger still rubbing over his opening to continue the stimulation as he reached over to grab the lube from the bedside table. 

He had barely inserted his finger halfway before Yeonjun was searching for a second. “Extra eager, huh?” He teased shamelessly.

“Please,” whimpering he tried to push his hips back to search for more, Soobin’s hand only following him backwards to keep the same distance. Huffing in frustration, Soobin was able to hear the pout on his hyung’s face without needing to see it. 

 
“Ah, but my hyung sounds so pretty when he begs for me.” Punctuating his sentence by shoving in the rest of this finger to find his prostate like a magnet with only one pump. Yeonjun blubbered in relief pressing his ass up further as his arms quickly gave out below him. Soobin made sure to wrap his arm around his hips keeping them in the air before adding another finger. 

“Bin-ah, please,” he crooned. “No more teasing please! I need you in me now.”

“Patience, Jun. I’m not willing to hurt you, we have to open you up a bit more first. Okay baby?”

He whined again, the term of endearment blooming a fire in his chest all while still huffing impatiently like a brat. Luckily his complaining quickly turned into a full blown moan as Soobin finally added a third than fourth finger pumping into him only a few times before pulling out and lifting him up by the elbows to be vertical and on his knees, having him rest his weight back on Soobin’s lap, his naked back flush against Soobin’s clothed chest, head limply falling to relax onto the other’s shoulder. 

“Why do you still have clothes on?” Panting, only just realizing he was the only one in the room completely naked.

“I got a little distracted,” he rutted up against Yeonjun’s ass, his jeans creating a rough brand of friction that pulled a hiss of uncomfortable pleasure through his teeth. Above all else, he could feel Soobin rock hard behind him as he leaned forward to lick at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. 

“Clothes off. Now,” He demanded petulantly. 

“Anything for hyung.” Soobin hummed, gently setting him back on his stomach to lightly slap his ass before reaching to turn him around to lay on his back. “Now watch.” 

Yeonjun could help the twitch of excitement that coursed through his dick at the demand, nodding fervently. Slowly, he began reaching his hand down to touch himself only to be stopped by Soobin catching him by the wrist.

“ Just watch, hyung.” Yeonjun couldn’t help the pitiful sound of desire that came from his gut, his partner’s deep voice paired with the command having his dick jumping for a second time as Soobin looked down at him chuckling. 

The youngest took his time removing his clothes, making a show of it as he moved as strenuously slow as he could. Eyes scanning over Yeonjun’s body hungrily. The older’s eyes locked in on his hands as they hovered suddenly unmoving over the top button of his jeans. Yeonjun’s eyes flicking up to see Soobin smirking down at him, a dimple on display. Pouting Yeonjun took matters into his own hands, sitting up to grab at the hem of his pants, tugging him forward as one of his knees automatically came up to steady himself on the mattress. His lips met Soobin’s abdomen, traveling from his navel up to his nipple, tongue flicking over the bud before biting down next to it on the flesh of his peck. He sucked a pretty mark there while simultaneously working his dick out of its confines.

He let go of Soobin’s chest once he had his dick out and heavy in his hand, learning down quickly to warp his lips around the head. Soobin gasped in surprise, the noise shifting to a moan as he flattened his tongue over the sensitive backside of his cock. Yeonjun’s happiness in turning the tables was short-lived as Soobin grabbed his jaw to pull him off, wrapping a hand around the back of his thigh to easily toss him further up the bed. Soobin wasted no time in crawling back over him, Yeonjun choosing to smile up at him coyly.

The older pouted again, “Soobie,” he whispered at him sweetly lifting a hand to rest on his chest as the man in question smiled down at him lovesick. With the same saccharine voice he added, “I want to feel you coating my insides.” Violently giggling when Soobin choked on his own spit, spluttering.

“God damnit Jun. You’re really, actually, going to kill me one of these days.” Choosing not to waste any more time he quickly shed the rest of his pants, lubing himself up and in the next moment was starting to push himself in. Yeonjun shook and cried out at the raw drag of their bodies making his pleasure known while the other tried to control his breath from above. Soobin attempted to pause, intending to let him adjust to the cock now nestled deeply in his ass. Yet in typical fashion, Yeonjun began to complain, reaching down to try and move Soobin’s hips for him. Clearly endeared by his desperation, Soobin finally gave in, pulling back once to slam into him as hard as he could forcing Yeonjun’s body to scoot a bit more up the bed. The older couldn’t help but giggle as the tears of his pleasure quickly began pricking at his eyes, already having been so close to the surface. 

With a smirk, Soobin set a tortuously slow pace. Thrusting in to grind his hips down before pulling back and repeating the motion. Yeonjun was sure he was going insane. Any thoughts beside Soobin left his mind as his happy tears threatened to spill, overwhelmed by his feelings.

Soobin lifted one of Yeonjun’s legs to throw over his shoulder, the new angle placing his next thrust right inline with his prostate, a true scream dragging out of his mouth. Soobin leaned down to kiss him lightly, the touch drastically opposite to the way he was currently pounding deep into his guts. The younger licked at the tears finally falling to his cheeks, his spit was soothing, the air against it cooled his hot and splotchy face as he pulled back, breath fanning over him. 

He couldn't hold his emotions back any longer, with each thrust Soobin let something new slip from his mouth. Lips hovering right over Yeonjun as he spilled out the feelings that had been rattling around in his chest with each upward thrust. “I’m crazy about you, hyung. I don’t think you understand.” He nipped at his jaw. “Your sharp eyes, your laugh,” he huffed as exertion started taking control of his lungs. “How your teeth pop out when you smile,” Soobin nudged his nose into his cheek, Yeonjun’s arms flew up to pull at the younger’s hair, his heart beating faster than ever. “Your long, strong legs, god you’re so sexy Yeonjun.” He pulled a breath through his teeth, hips stuttering on the way back in. “How you move your body,” now grunting through his words, “always dancing around.” His head dropping down to Yeonjun’s shoulder, reveling in the feeling of Soobin’s words tickling against the hairs on his neck. “How you care for your friends,” another labored breath, “how you wrap me up,” it was impossible for Yeonjun to ignore the shaky emotion in his voice. 

He used the hand in his hair to tug his head up. Barely able to function with how hard he was being fucked yet needing to see Soobin’s eyes all the same. “I like everything about you,” came out in a trembling whisper, his thrusts becoming more languid as he purposely dragged his dick again and again over his prostate. 

Yeonjun was sobbing with pleasure unable to do anything but chant out Soobin’s name at the top of his lungs. Trying everything in his power to keep his eyes open to watch the beautiful man coming apart at the seams above him. 

“You’re so pretty like this hyung. My pretty Yeonjunnie.”

The words had him cumming unexpectedly without warning. Gasping as his orgasm hit him so hard his body convulsed up, clumsily clashing their teeth together. Soobin dropped his forehead to Yeonjun’s, his back muscles going tight under his hyung’s nails. The overwhelming pleasure of his partner along with the jerky tightness of the velvety flesh around Soobin’s shaft had him spilling into his hyung. He gasped for breath stuttering through his release before collapsing onto him. Yeonjun hummed at the warm feeling of cum settling within him, receiving exactly what he had asked for from the other as always. Wrapping his arms tightly around Soobin’s neck he held him close refusing to let go. 

As the fuzziness slowly started to ease out of his brain he felt the other peppering his throat with light kisses Yeonjun giggling now that he could register how much it tickled. “That was crazy,” sighing in content. 

Soobin’s chest let out one strong laugh, “I’m glad you agree. I honestly can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

The older hummed again lazily in agreement, running his nails feather light up and down the expanse of Soobin’s wide back.

Pulling his chest up slowly to let Yeonjun’s leg down, he rested on his forearm looking down at him fondly. “How are your teeth?”

Yeonjun scoffed, running his tongue over the affected area while watching how Soobin’s eyes track the movement of his tongue. He smirked, “I’d knock teeth with you any day Soobie,” both admiring the cheesiness of his words.

“Hmm, any day huh?” Soobin’s dimples deeply pooled in his cheeks. “So does that mean you’ll let me date you for real now?”

“Yes Soobin-ah,” he couldn’t help but beam. “Yes, I’d love that.” Soobin nodded seriously as if they were securing a big time life changing business deal before breaking into an all encompassing smile. He leaned down to take Yeonjun’s lips as if it was a signature for their future, both giggling into the other's mouth. 

They laid there for a long time wrapped up and enjoying each other's warmth as they watched the snow flutter down from the sky outside, happy to ignore the sickness of their bodies for the time being.

“You’ll stay the night?” Yeonjun asked almost timidly, not able to remember the last time he willingly shared a bed to sleep next to a man who wasn’t one of his two roommates.

“Hyung,” Soobin sighed sweetly. “There is no part of me that wants to leave you,” cooing at the blush that quickly spread over Yeonjun’s face, he leaned down to lightly bite at his flushed cheek. When Soobin’s face was safely tucked back into the crook of his neck he could feel the younger’s smile plastered there against his skin.

He couldn’t help but melt further under him. 

It just felt so right.

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