Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
A/N: I didn't do an initial disclaimer for this book but remember this is fiction...now get immersed:)
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Hyunjin felt that sneaking around in his own home after a tryst was not appropriate. He didn't want to make Seungmin feel bad by thinking that Hyunjin thought it was a mistake. He also felt that staying in bed and cuddling after a tryst was crossing a boundary. They could have sex and they could cuddle but not at once or after each other.
Hyunjin was always shifting the 'can'ts' of their new relationship. First it was 'no sex, control feelings' followed by 'some kissing once is okay' and then it was 'yes sex but no cuddling after sex'. What would be next? 'Just don't get married'? 
Hyunjin compromised by getting out of bed and finishing packing just one bag while taking some other things to the guest room all while Seungmin watched him. They had finished, cuddled for a few minutes (post-sex cuddles were okay in short-term...it was aftercare even though they hadn't scened) and then Seungmin got them some water and once that was all consumed, they had kissed some more like they were insatiable. Moments like these made the change seemed insignificant until Seungmin had to meet the vocal coach for work or until his phone vibrated with yet another message. 
Then the weight of the situation set in and Hyunjin got up to pack.
"We're okay, right?" Seungmin asked him. He was sitting with his back to the headboard, arms behind his back. Hyunjin wanted to lick his chest and go down...but he wasn't that horny. Or well, he was but he wasn't that desperate as to get back to bed with his ex twice in as many hours. 
"Of course" he said offhandedly while fixing his still messy hair and a second later he turned and moved towards the bed because this wasn't an off-handed talk type of situation. "We're okay. I promise. I just worry...about you and noona." 
Seungmin smiled and removed his arms from behind (shame) to caresses both his cheeks. "You shouldn't worry. That's not your worry but mine and let me tell you, everything's fine. We're not official or exclusive so if you want to do this...let's do it."
"But what exactly is this?" he asked wanted clarification. He couldn't frown, not with how Seungmin was holding his face but in Seungmin's eyes he could see the reflected conflict.
"Just...you and me we're a match. Or one of us is a safety match and the other the striking surface. I feel that I'm not a strike-anywhere match; I'm not sure about you."
"Huh?" he asked in confusion. Safety matches? Strike-anywhere? What were they and why was Seungmin liking them to them?
"It doesn't matter but we're good together yeah? It's fun. It's...exciting. I always want you."
Hyunjin blushed and Seungmin could feel it on his palms. It was very intimate and Hyunjin was more embarrassed at his reaction than for giving in. He nodded.
"So why should we give it up? It's so pleasurable. We work." Seungmin tried to convince him, one hand falling to squeeze his shoulder. Weight of his shoulders was comforting; it was weight off his back metaphorically speaking. 
"Didn't take you for a hedonist." He deflected not knowing how to respond otherwise. He very well knew that Seungmin was a hedonist; he took pleasure in Hyunjin's pain (which he liked) and loved to deny him momentarily but he always gave in probably because he was seeking pleasure himself. 
"What can I say, you spoiled me."
"But I'm the spoiled one." Hyunjin replied because sometimes he could be a spoiled brat in and out of bed to make up for all the years as a sole child. He knew that very well and for all his denial and pain inflicting; Seungmin spoiled him by giving him nearly anything he wanted (including momentary denial and pain).