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taerae wakes up to a faint blue light. he feels groggy, but refreshed – he’s finally gotten some good sleep after a while, so it’s nice to feel relaxed again like this.
“junhyeon...?” he lets out, voice hoarse, and looks up with half-open eyes.
junhyeon next to him is simply lying on his back, one arm wrapped protectively around taerae while the other holds his phone up. the room is dark other than the light emitting from the phone and the moonlight streaming through the window.
“hi, rae. sleep well?” he smiles, looking at taerae who just plops his head back down to rest against junhyeon’s chest.
he hums in response, cuddling closer to junhyeon. “the other three are home now – they came to check on me while you were asleep. they’re all happy to see you.” junhyeon comments, rubbing along taerae’s arm where he’s holding him.
“that’s nice,” taerae smiles. “what time is it?”
junhyeon turns his phone on to check. “just past two in the morning.”
taerae looks up at junhyeon with a frown. “what are you doing still awake?” he questions, worried.
“can’t sleep.” junhyeon shrugs. he sighs, letting his head loll to the side against his pillow. “i’ve been stressed out lately.”
“woojin mentioned something like that.” taerae hums. “said you left practice early. are you okay?”
junhyeon lets out a low chuckle, squeezing taerae’s arm. “it’s nothing to worry about, rae. don’t go worrying about me.”
taerae frowns yet again, lifting himself properly so he’s holding himself up by his forearms. “it’s my turn to take care of you. is everything okay? please tell me, hyeon-ah.”
junhyeon glances at taerae, biting his lips together. “you know... you’re not the only one who was affected by us being apart.”
taerae widens his eyes, before instantly moving to tuck his head into the crook of junhyeon’s neck. “oh, junhyeon...” he whispers, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.
“i just started getting worried. i thought... i thought you were too busy for me; that i wasn’t going to be able to fit into your life anymore. i thought you’d leave me behind, and... it got to me.” junhyeon sighs, voice noticeable sad. “it’s kind of stupid, i know. but it really affected me, and i just spiralled, i guess. i tried to not make it obvious to the others to not make them feel bad and just kept pretending i was fine, but woojin is sharp.”
taerae lets out a little grumble, pressing his lips onto the skin of junhyeon’s neck in a soft kiss. “it’s not stupid – i felt the same. we’re both just overthinkers, aren’t we?” he smiles. “i’ll always make time for you, even if i’m packed full with schedules. you’ll always be my first priority.”
junhyeon smiles at taerae, turning to press a kiss into the crown of taerae’s head. “i love you.” he whispers, hugging taerae closer.
“i love you too.” taerae replies with just as much love laced into his tone. “i’ll always love you.”
he lifts his head up to look at the younger, eyes full of admiration, before leaning in for a soft kiss. junhyeon reciprocates quickly, placing a gentle hand on taerae’s waist to hold him against himself.
taerae only wants to kiss junhyeon gently, but the latter clearly has different ideas. taerae, trying to pull away after a few seconds, lets out a surprised noise when junhyeon quickly flips them so taerae is pinned underneath him and dives in for a deeper kiss.
taerae kisses back just as deeply, although still being very surprised. junhyeon nips at his bottom lip before pulling away to kiss along the hickeys still prominent along taerae’s neck. taerae lets out a shaky breath at the slight sting of the bruises, holding tightly onto junhyeon’s upper arms.
“junhyeon...” he lets out breathily. “what— what are you doing?”
junhyeon pauses, leaving his lips pressed against taerae’s soft skin. he chuckles lightly, and it sends a shiver straight down taerae’s spine. “do you not like this, rae? i’ll stop if you don’t.” he mutters, and his deep voice makes taerae start spiralling into madness.
“no— no, it’s okay...” taerae lets out, voice giving up on him as he feels junhyeon’s hands trail along the sides of his torso, lips ghosting over his neck. “we were just talking about something so sensitive, so— so it surprised me, that’s all.”
junhyeon laughs again, fondness obvious in his voice. “cute,” he whispers into taerae’s skin. “it just reminded me how much i miss you.” he trails a wet line along the column of taerae’s neck, tongue catching just under the older’s ear, where he sucks another mark.
“reminded me how much i’ve wanted to do—” a hand slips from taerae’s waist down to his crotch. “this.” he finishes, and palms taerae through his pants.
taerae lets out a breathy whine, involuntarily bucking his hips into junhyeon’s hand. “please...” he whispers, voice giving way despite barely having been worked up at all. he honestly doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, just that he knows he needs junhyeon.
“what is it, rae?” junhyeon smiles, catching taerae’s earlobe between his teeth and pulling slightly. “what do you need?” he continues palming taerae as if it’s nothing, relishing in the shaken breaths falling out of taerae’s mouth.
taerae whimpers as junhyeon slips his other hand underneath his shirt, thumbing at the skin and making him squirm. “hyeon-ah...” taerae lets out. “please...”
“words, hyung-nim.” junhyeon teases. he presses a last kiss onto taerae’s neck before lifting his head to stare at him. he can’t help but admire how breathtakingly gorgeous taerae looks like this, all strung out and desperate even though they’re both still fully clothed.
taerae whines, turning his face to hide it in the pillow underneath him. “just— just fuck me, please—” he breathes out, ears turning a bright red, and junhyeon smiles.
“of course, raerae, see how easy that was?” he teases, and taerae looks up at him with a pout.
“shut up.” he mumbles. junhyeon just winks at him.
then, junhyeon pulls his hands away from where they’re either against taerae’s waist or palming him through his pants. taerae whines at the loss of friction, but is quickly shut up when junhyeon swiftly pulls off his shirt and throws it somewhere forgotten in the room – he’s left certainly gagged at the sight of junhyeon’s modestly toned body.
he swallows thickly to hide the face that he maybe, sort of, a little bit, might have started drooling.
junhyeon notices however, grabbing taerae’s hands to rest them against his torso, one at his slightly defined abs and the other against his chest. “good?” he asks, and taerae nods wordlessly, mesmerised.
“so good.” he breathes out, scraping his nails slightly over junhyeon’s abs and making the younger groan quietly. “need you to fuck me, now. please.”
junhyeon makes eye contact with him, cheeky glimmer in his eyes. “impatient, are we?” taerae simply rolls his eyes and lifts his shirt above his head just as swiftly as junhyeon did himself.
this time, it’s junhyeon who promptly shuts up. taerae, although not as toned as he is, is so daintily defined junhyeon thinks he might go feral just looking at him. his waist is small and grabbable, with the faintest of muscle definition at his stomach yet still being soft enough to poke like a marshmallow.
“taerae...” he breathes out, grabbing at taerae’s waist and squeezing enough to elicit a punched-out moan from the older. “you’re so hot, oh my god.”
taerae flushes, and pulls junhyeon down to kiss him again to hide it. they manage to manoeuvre each other out of their remaining clothes mid-kiss with desperate movements, leaving both of them readily naked on the bed.
junhyeon reaches down between them to grab taerae’s dick in his hand, steadily jerking him off and leaving taerae messy and shaking underneath him.
not breaking the kiss for even a second and still pumping his hand around taerae, he reaches out to stretch his free arm underneath his bed, moving it around for a second before bringing back lube and a condom. “do you want to ride me, rae-ah?” he mutters between taerae’s hungry kisses. his words elicit a shaken moan from the older.
“please,” he begs.
junhyeon pulls away from the kiss to open the lube (but not before taerae lewdly sucks at his tongue as if it’s simply a lollipop), pulling his hand away from taerae’s cock and pouring a generous amount on his fingers.
“tell me if it hurts, okay?” he says as he moves slightly down the bed, settling better between taerae’s legs and spreading them wider.
taerae bites his lip and nods.
taerae turns out to be surprisingly easier to open up than junhyeon would have thought. taerae is relaxed under his touch, barely clenching at all even as junhyeon eventually fills him with three fingers and stretches them inside him. taerae is still a moaning mess, though, even if he’s relaxed – junhyeon is quick to find his prostrate; quick to figure out exactly what taerae likes and how he likes it.
eventually, junhyeon deems taerae prepped enough and pulls his fingers out, much to taerae’s dismay. the older wriggles around impatiently under him, whining for more.
“patience, love.” junhyeon whispers, leaning forwards to trail soft and slow kisses down taerae’s neck, wet and sensual. he trails his hands over taerae’s exposed torso, skin soft under his touch and leaving taerae panting underneath him.
he lifts one of his hands to open the condom, but taerae stops him before he can rip the packaging open.
junhyeon looks up in confusion. taerae looks back at him with faux innocence in his eyes, grabbing the condom from junhyeon’s hands and simply dropping it onto the floor.
“no condom?” junhyeon asks, wanting to confirm he’s understanding taerae’s actions correctly.
taerae shakes his head in response.
“why not?” junhyeon asks, voice as soft as possible to not sound judging.
“want you to fill me.” taerae replies, and his voice is so soft and innocent that junhyeon nearly cums on the spot.
but he regains his composure quickly with a raise of his eyebrow. “want me to cum inside you?”
taerae nods, eyes sparkling, and junhyeon gives in all too easily. “okay, raerae.” he smiles, leaning in to press another kiss into taerae’s neck. “still up for riding me?”
“obviously.” taerae replies instantly in a deadpan, and junhyeon laughs.
he gets the lube and coats himself with it, giving himself a few strokes to start off. with the way taerae is looking at him with those pretty lidded eyes, he’s 1000% positive he’s rock fucking hard.
junhyeon swiftly picks taerae up by the waist, switching their positions so he’s resting his back against the headboard and taerae is straddling his hips.
taerae doesn’t waist a second before lunging in to kiss down junhyeon’s neck and chest, rolling his hips so their exposed cocks rub together. he ruts at junhyeon feverishly, nipping along the younger’s collarbones to leave pretty little pink bites. they both moan breathily, junhyeon simply letting taerae grind down on him with as much passion and desperation as he likes.
but god, junhyeon is so horny and so ready to fuck taerae senseless he can’t fucking see straight.
“rae,” he breathes out, grabbing onto taerae’s hips to stop him. “come on.”
taerae simply nuzzles his nose into junhyeon’s neck, nipping and sucking on the skin as he lets junhyeon manoeuvre him to align themselves together.
“tell me if you want to stop, okay?” junhyeon reminds him, and taerae nods with a smile.
junhyeon starts to lower taerae down, filling him slowly so that taerae can adjust. taerae has his eyes screwed shut, lips bit together yet still breathing heavily. when taerae is settled, filled to the brim and junhyeon pressed thickly into him, he let out a short moan. junhyeon groans as his grip on taerae’s waist tightens – tight enough to leave bruises, and exhales roughly.
“you’re so tight, rae.” he breathes out, and taerae moans lightly. “god, you drive me insane.”
he doesn’t let taerae even try to reply, lifting his hips before bringing him down roughly again. taerae feels like all the air in his lungs have been punched out of him at once – can’t stop the drawn-out moan that escapes him as his head falls limp against junhyeon’s shoulder.
he does help junhyeon, lifting himself at a shaky pace as junhyeon guides his hips up and down, but his thighs are so shaky that junhyeon has to do most of the work. he bounces on junhyeon’s cock almost cautiously – they’ve never done this before, after all – and even the slightest movements have taerae completely unravelling in junhyeon’s grip.
a stream of broken words fall from taerae’s lips as junhyeon starts thrusting his hips upwards into him in time with taerae’s own movements, the words a mix of curses and a loop of junhyeon’s name. the sound of taerae’s moans mix lewdly with the obvious sounds of sex, junhyeon’s moans joining to create some sort of audio straight from a porn video. it’s late in the night, so late that it’s turning into early morning, but neither of them seem to realise that, too busy fucking or getting fucked to notice they might be disturbing someone.
taerae is too thrown into pleasure to care. junhyeon won’t notice even in normal conditions.
taerae sobs as junhyeon thrusts at a slightly different angle, managing to hit his prostrate dead-on. “jun— junhyeon!” he lets out mid-moan, biting down on his lip. “god, right there—!”
“good, rae?” junhyeon asks with an exasperated grin.
taerae nods desperately against his chest, hands curled into little fists against junhyeon’s stomach. “so good.”
junhyeon thrusts harder into him, pressing deeper and deeper into taerae until the older has tears streaming down his cheeks from just how good all of it is. he’s long given up on bouncing up and down himself, merely letting junhyeon do whatever he pleases with him as he falls limp against the younger’s body like a little ragdoll.
“i— i’m gonna cum,” he breathes out, relishing in the little noises junhyeon keeps letting out right into his ear, just for him to hear.
“you want me to fill you up so bad, don’t you?” junhyeon groans. taerae shakes, shifting himself to press closer to junhyeon, chest against chest. “fill you to the brim with my cum – isn’t that right, rae?”
taerae cries out, trembling in junhyeon’s grip until eventually, he comes all over junhyeon’s stomach, painting both of them white. he’s panting, moaning unabashedly as junhyeon helps him though it, thrusting into him until his orgasm passes.
“more,” he whimpers weakly, lifting his head to look at junhyeon with hazy eyes. “more, hyeon-ah, please.”
junhyeon frowns at him as he stills, holding taerae down to stop any more movement. “more? you just came, raerae.”
taerae shakes his head – he’s so out of it tears well in his eyes at something to simple. “i need more, please. you need to cum too.” he begs. junhyeon his skeptical, but taerae flips their positions so junhyeon is hovering over him, situated between his legs and still pressed deeply into him, and he can’t help but truly want more, just as taerae does.
taerae looks so pretty like this – all stung out and desperate underneath him, cheeks flushed red, tears smeared across his cheeks, hair messy against the pillow, expression so erotic and fucked-out. junhyeon would stare at him forever, if he could.
“are you sure?” he whispers, pressing light kisses onto taerae’s collarbones. taerae nods and grabs onto junhyeon’s upper arms tightly as if to reiterate his need. “okay, then.”
it’s easy to continue, junhyeon still being pressed inside taerae, so he starts moving again, thrusts starting off careful and cautious. taerae lets weak whines leak out of his lips, easily worked up from being still so sensitive, before quickly lifting his hand to tap the side of junhyeon’s arm.
“faster,” he whispers, looking up at junhyeon with sparkling eyes.
junhyeon complies without a second of hesitation, pace speeding up in his own search for the orgasm he was teetering on the edge of before taerae came. he groans as taerae clenches around him, leaning into the older and littering hickeys over his chest as he tries to contain himself.
taerae whimpers at the feeling, devastatingly overstimulated. he’s pretty much hard already and is almost 100% sure he’s going to cum again if junhyeon keeps going at this rate.
he can’t formulate any words past the moans falling out of his lips, so he just wraps his legs around junhyeon’s hips, pulling him closer and urging him to fuck him deeper. skin against skin, their sounds are so lewd taerae think’s he’s going to actually go insane.
“god, rae, you’re so pretty like this,” junhyeon mutters against his skin, biting onto it and leaving behind a furiously red mark. taerae whimpers. “i’m going to cum.”
“please,” taerae replies almost instantly amidst junhyeon’s harsh thrusts that have his breath pushed out of his lungs every time. “n—need you in me...”
junhyeon can’t hold it back anymore – taerae whispering those words to sweetly into his ear have him leaking into him, moaning into taerae’s neck as he fills the older to the brim. the feeling is warm and sticky, and the sheer fullness has taerae feeling like his stomach is burning up and will explode any second.
junhyeon pushes through it, riding out the sensation, and before taerae can even realise, he’s cumming as well, voice giving way mid-moan and leaving him limp under junhyeon’s grip. he shakes as junhyeon thrusts a few more times, nipping along both his collarbones before pulling out with a groan. he pulls out, and looking down, his cum spills out from taerae’s abused hole, staining the duvet underneath them and covering taerae’s thighs with the white substance.
junhyeon leans down, attaching his lips to taerae’s stained thighs. taerae startles, but whimpers weakly when junhyeon begins to suck marks into the skin, lapping up the cum to make way for his lips. taerae feels it up his entire body, shivering under junhyeon’s touch.
“h—hyeon-ah...” he whispers, threading his fingers into junhyeon’s soft hair. “let me kiss you.”
“hmm?” junhyeon hums softly in response, lifting his head to look at taerae between the older’s thighs. he’s flushed red, lips swollen and slick and shiny with cum, and it makes taerae want to combust from how beautiful he looks.
“come here, dumbass.” taerae barely has the energy to speak any louder, so he just pulls junhyeon up, pressing their lips together messily. junhyeon licks into his mouth and taerae can taste the saltiness on junhyeon’s lips, the sensation sticky in his mouth. junhyeon trails his hands over taerae’s body, touches sensual and soft until they find a resting place at taerae’s waist, squeezing and eliciting a breathy groan from taerae that he swallows within the kiss.
when junhyeon pulls away, taerae is too exhausted to open his eyes again, so he lays breathless and panting in junhyeon’s grip, hands falling from where they were holding onto the younger’s hair.
“good?” junhyeon asks carefully as he lies down next to taerae, pulling him into a warm hug. taerae nods mindlessly, cuddling closer to junhyeon with a sigh. “you came twice, raerae, did you notice?”
taerae nods again. “yeah, i’m tired.” he whispers, and junhyeon laughs lightly.
“let me clean you up, then you can sleep all you want, okay?” junhyeon smiles, pressing a kiss onto taerae’s jaw when he nods.
taerae tries not to complain when junhyeon gets up and he’s left sprawled on the bed, warmth of junhyeon’s body against his own gone. still with his eyes closed, he curls into himself, listening as junhyeon rummages through his drawer for some tissues. he soon feels the tissues against his stomach, thighs and ass, junhyeon wiping him down and cleaning him carefully before doing the same to himself.
“let’s get you some clothes...” junhyeon whispers mindlessly, and taerae opens his eyes a crack to see junhyeon looking through a drawer, pulling out two sets of clothing. it warms his heart, seeing how diligently junhyeon is taking care of him when he’s too exhausted to get up.
“here, let me dress you.” junhyeon says when he returns to the bed, tapping taerae’s side to get him to sit up. taerae whines in complaint, furrowing his eyebrows. junhyeon laughs, but complies anyways, picking up taerae’s underwear from the floor and slipping them on before pulling on the clothes he had taken from his drawer onto taerae – struggling slightly since taerae is lying down. they’re slightly big, but they’re soft and smell of junhyeon and taerae never wants to take them off.
when he opens his eyes, he sees junhyeon also dressed in baggy sleep clothes similar to his own. junhyeon catches his gaze and smiles. “all okay, mr. kim?”
taerae nods with a breathy laugh, smile remaining on his face rather giddily. junhyeon returns to him and pulls him up into his arms like a doll. taerae’s legs shake when he stands, his weight suddenly too much, and he has to press himself into junhyeon’s side to hold himself up. junhyeon supports him with a hand around his waist, letting taerae wrap his arms around him as he uses his free hand to pull the stained duvet off his bed.
taerae lets him do whatever he needs to, simply nuzzling his face into junhyeon’s neck lazily.
junhyeon chuckles when he feels a small kiss against his skin, pulling taerae closer to him in his arms. “you’re so cute,” he whispers, kicking the duvet out of the way with his feet. “like a little cat.”
taerae hums, lifting his head with lidded eyes. “can we sleep now?” he asks tiredly, and junhyeon coos at him with a grin.
“of course, my raerae.” he smiles. leaning in, he kisses taerae gently, their lips moulding together softly and taerae melting slightly in junhyeon’s arms as he kisses back. junhyeon smiles against taerae’s lips, kissing him gently and carefully with all the love in the world.
junhyeon only pulls away to help taerae back onto the bed, both of them curling together, taerae cuddled into junhyeon’s arms.
taerae is quickly falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, so exhausted and fucked-out his eyes can’t hold themselves open. but before he does drift off, he turn his head to face junhyeon, softly whispering an, “i love you, hyeon-ah.” with a smile before turning back and falling asleep almost instantly.
junhyeon smiles back, pressing a kiss onto the back of taerae’s head. “i love you too, my pretty duck.” he whispers, before drifting off as well.
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taerae wakes with a start when he hears a loud shout. turning around with a yawn and stretching his tense limbs out, he notices junhyeon isn’t next to him anymore, but before he can panic, he hears junhyeon’s voice loudly from outside the room.
“stop complaining, minseoung! god!” he hears junhyeon shout, before the bedroom door opens and junhyeon slips inside the room and closes the door behind him.
the younger’s expression softens instantly when he sees taerae staring at him with a tired smile and a bad case of bedhead. “hi, rae. sleep well?” he smiles, nearing him to run a hand softly through his hair.
“mhm,” taerae replies, leaning into the touch. “still sore, though.”
junhyeon laughs lightly, patting taerae’s head. “the others are awake – i’m going to join them to eat something. come with me?”
taerae nods. “sure, just give me a second.”
junhyeon nods and helps taerae up, holding his hand as he leads him to the bathroom where he waits by the door for taerae to wash his face and brush down his messy hair, slipping his phone into his pocket on the way.
when taerae walks out again, fixing his glasses on his nose, junhyeon smiles at him. “lets go! i’m hungry as fuck.” he complains. taerae laughs at his words and follows close behind.
but when he emerges from the room and steps into the kitchen after junhyeon, he meets the eyes of keonhee, minseoung and woojin all at once, and they all let out an annoyed groan. minseoung steps closer to woojin and puts a hand over his eyes.
taerae glances at junhyeon in confusion, looking for answers, but junhyeon just ushers him to the table in silence.
“don’t say a word.” junhyeon grumbles, sending a look at minseoung, who only shrugs in return.
taerae is still confused out of his mind, but when the other three join them at the table and woojin can’t manage to meet his eyes, he notices, and flushes red all over.
leaning into junhyeon’s side, he whispers, “they heard us last night, didn’t they?” junhyeon turns to him with a sigh, and nods.
“minseoung has been complaining all morning because of it.” he replies in just as quiet as a voice, but lets out a shout when he feels a whack to his shoulder. “what was that for?!” he glares at minseoung, who glares back at him.
“we know what you’re talking about.” he deadpans. “i think i’m scarred for life.”
taerae looks down at his lap in embarrassment. he hadn’t even realised that the three of them were well within earshot last night, and he’s embarrassed out of his mind. thankfully, junhyeon is arguing back in his defence, so he doesn’t have to say anything.
“you could have at least hidden the hickeys, though,” woojin eventually complains with a whine. “i could have gaslighted myself into thinking i was hallucinating, but there’s proof right in front of my eyes.”
taerae whips his head up to look at woojin with wide eyes, before his hands rush up to cover his neck. he’s sure he’s red all over. “oh my god...” he whispers, looking at the table in front of him with dazed eyes.
keonhee laughs from in front of him, patting the side of his arm heartily. “we don’t blame you, don’t worry. don’t be embarrassed, hyung.”
taerae shakes his head, curling into himself on his chair, hands still clamped over his neck. he glances at junhyeon, and notices he too has hickeys all over his neck. “oh god, i’m so sorry.” he whines, voice wavering in pure embarrassment.
“hey, it’s nothing to apologise about! they’re in the wrong for listening in like weirdos!” junhyeon exclaims, putting a defensive hand on taerae’s shoulder.
“are you being serious right now?” minseoung complains. “we didn’t have a choice, junhyeon. we live here. we share a fucking wall.”
junhyeon opens his mouth to dispute, but promptly shuts it with a little grunt. “whatever.”
taerae is still embarrassed out of his mind, hands getting clammy against his neck but refusing to pull them off. staring blankly at the empty plate in front of him, he thinks, what possessed me to not notice they were in the apartment as well?
“hyung, you don’t have to cover them.” woojin smiles at taerae, the mentioned looking up in shock.
“but—”
“it’s fine – i’m a little traumatised, but i don’t blame you. covering them won’t change anything, anyways.” woojin cuts in before taerae can continue. taerae stares at him with wide eyes for a few seconds, before carefully lowering his hands to his lap.
“don’t look so embarrassed,” keonhee laughs. “you’re red like a tomato, taerae.”
taerae only flushes even more, looking down at his hands where he starts fiddling with the fabric of his sweatpants— no, junhyeon’s sweatpants.
fuck , he’s even wearing junhyeon’s clothes too. could this get any more embarrassing?
before his head explodes from how red it’s turning, he gets up, shuffling off as quickly as his sore lower body can carry him to the bathroom. he runs the tap, splashing cold water over his face in an attempt to calm down.
he swears he’s never been this embarrassed in his entire life.
he turns when he hears a little knock on the door to see woojin standing there with a soft smile.
“oh, woojinie i’m so sorry,” he starts, putting his head in his hands. “i don’t know what came over me to not notice the rest of you were home, i swear i would have stopped myself if i had realised, i’m s—”
“it’s okay, taerae hyung,” woojin interrupts with a giggle. “it’s really okay. you two haven’t seen each other in a while, and i can tell just how much you love each other. i really can’t blame you.”
taerae looks up at him apologetically, before moving to pull the boy into a hug. “sorry,” he says anyways. “i really am so sorry, either way. it mustn’t have been nice, since you’re all complaining about it.”
“it’s okay, seriously. stop apologising.” woojin laughs, pulling from the hug.
taerae pouts slightly. “okay, so—”
“no, that word is banned. not allowed to say ‘sorry’ anymore, okay?” woojin stops him, and taerae laughs.
“fine, so—, no, uh, fine.” he smiles, and woojin smiles too before pulling him back to the others.
as soon as he comes back, junhyeon stands up and walks over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “i’m really sorry i embarrassed you like this,” he starts. “i didn’t realise, and i put you in an uncomfortable position, and i’m really so so sorry. i was stupid but we hadn’t seen each other in ages and all rational thoughts flew out of my head and—”
“junhyeon, it’s okay. they’re friends anyways. they’ll get over it soon enough.” taerae interrupts with a smile.
“i won’t get over it! i’m very much traumatised!” minseoung shouts from behind them, and the two of them laugh.
“well, minus minseoung.” taerae smiles, and junhyeon relaxes.
“you’re sure you’re okay?” junhyeon asks, and taerae nods.
“i’m okay.” he confirms.
he’s about to speak again, when his phone rings from his pocket. taking it out, he notices it’s hanbin calling him. he picks up without a second thought, moving away from the table slightly.
“hanbin?”
“taerae, you’re coming back soon, right?” hanbin’s voice is slightly tense, and taerae realises gunwook might have forgotten to tell hanbin he was staying the night.
“yes, i’ll come back soon, don’t worry.” he replies.
“do you need the manager to come pick you up?”
“uh, well— could you come pick me up?” taerae asks sheepishly. “the manager would freak if he saw me in the state i’m in.”
he can hear hanbin’s breath hitch. “are you okay?! did something happen? taerae—”
“no— no, i’m fine, just...” he chuckles nervously, and hanbin instantly catches on.
“oh— who— who did you stay with?” taerae can tell by his tone that he already knows the answer.
“junhyeon.”
“oh god you slept with hi—” hanbin cuts himself off with a sigh. “is it obvious?”
“yes.”
“god, fine. you’re so reckless. i’ll pick you up.” hanbin sighs. “send me your location and i’ll go, yeah?”
“okay, thank you!” taerae smiles. hanbin hangs up, and taerae quickly sends him his location before returning to the table, where junhyeon, woojin and keonhee are talking happily and minseoung is glaring at junhyeon.
“minseoung, why do you look so angry?” taerae teases as he sits down, but his tone is shaky, still embarrassed.
“i didn’t sleep well.” minseoung mutters. “junhyeon is getting an earful when you leave.”
taerae grimaces with a small laugh, hesitating a second before putting his hand on junhyeon’s thigh. he squeezes it slightly to get his attention.
junhyeon hums when he turns to look at him. “hanbin is picking me up soon.” taerae says, and junhyeon nods.
“eat something quickly and then we’ll fix up your stuff so you don’t forget anything.” junhyeon reminds him, munching on an apple slice. taerae nods and turns to grab some fruits and bread, eating happily and listening into the conversations the other four indulge in.
about ten minutes later, after he’s finished eating, he whispers a small, “excuse me,” and gets up to make his way to junhyeon’s room. he starts picking up all his belongings, clothes still sprawled across the room but the rest mostly in his bag.
“stay in my clothes,” he hears. turning around, he sees junhyeon leaning against the doorframe with a stupid grin on his face.
“why?” he asks, picking up his jacket and dusting it off slightly before stuffing it into his bag.
junhyeon just stares at him with the same stupid grin. “they’re big on you – makes you look cute.”
“am i not always cute?” taerae retorts instantly, and junhyeon laughs.
“yeah, but you’re cuter in my clothes – those are just the rules.” junhyeon replies just as easily, and taerae has to hide his face in his hands to hide the blush on his cheeks.
“and— no-one else but me can see you like this, all cute in my clothes, with marks i made on your neck.” junhyeon’s voice is teasing, but taerae can see the gleam in his eyes that shows just how much he means it, and it’s making his heart jump out of his chest. “pretty raerae.”
“junhyeon...” taerae mumbles, looking away and busying himself with picking up the duck plushie from the end of the bed to hide his red cheeks.
“what? it’s true. i’ve got your marks on me too.” junhyeon teases again, walking towards taerae and grabbing him by the waist as he leans down, pulling him towards him so their hips are pressed against each other’s.
junhyeon seriously needs to stop doing all this before taerae explodes.
taerae lets out a short breathy laugh, shock running through his veins as he stays leaned down, feeling the way junhyeon caresses his waist and presses their hips together. “you’re crazy.” is all he says as he turns around in junhyeon’s grip to face him.
junhyeon beams at him cheekily, squeezing his waist. “crazy for you, taerae-ssi.”
taerae just rolls his eyes, grips the front of junhyeon’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss.
it’s soft yet deep, passionate yet gentle, and taerae just can’t get enough of the feeling of junhyeon’s lips against his, kissing him so expertly. junhyeon pulls him closer by the waist, hands slipping under the fabric of his shirt to press his fingers into his skin. taerae sighs into the kiss, letting junhyeon lick into his mouth sweetly.
they almost miss the doorbell ringing, and taerae vaguely registers it, but doesn’t pay any attention to it, too busy focusing on the feeling of junhyeon making out with him to care.
“taerae, hanbin is he— fucking hell.” taerae breaks from the kiss suddenly with wide eyes when he hears minseoung’s disappointed voice at the doorway. “can’t you keep your hands off each other for two seconds?” he complains. junhyeon just narrows his eyes at him playfully while taerae hides his face in junhyeon’s shoulder.
“whatever, hanbin is here.” minseoung sighs. “you two are annoying.” he rolls his eyes and leaves.
junhyeon turns to taerae with a smile. “don’t mind him, he’s usually never this grumpy – it’s because he’s tired, sorry.”
taerae giggles, shaking his head in dismissal as he finishes off packing his bag and closing it. “it’s fine. i know minseoung. i trust he won’t hold it against us for long.”
“taerae, let’s go!”
they both laugh at hanbin’s loud voice, clearly still worried from the scare of not knowing where taerae is. “i’ve got to go.” he says, pulling himself reluctantly out of junhyeon’s grip.
“wait— before you go, uh,” junhyeon stops taerae before he can leave the room, leaving him standing awkwardly at the door with his bag half-on his back as he rummages through his drawers. “here, you might get cold.”
junhyeon holds out a grey hoodie to taerae with a smile. taerae looks up at him with wide eyes, taking the hoodie carefully. “are you sure? i’m already wearing—”
“yes, please take it. you can keep it.” junhyeon insists. “something to remind you of me.”
taerae flushes, putting his bag down at his feet and pulling the hoodie on. it’s big on him, as are all of junhyeon’s clothes on him, and it’s got a fluffy lining on the inside that makes him feel cozy. “it’s so nice,” he smiles, hugging himself. junhyeon beams at him. “thank you.”
“you look cute, raerae.” junhyeon smiles. he steps forward to ruffle his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead and pushing him out the room to the main hallway. “now go, hanbin might get impatient.”
taerae smiles and nods, nuzzling himself further into the hoodie. he notices it smells very distinctly of junhyeon, and that makes his heart race. “text me later, okay?” he says, looking back at junhyeon.
“okay,” junhyeon replies. “get going or else hanbin is going to scold me for keeping him waiting.”
taerae laughs and nods. to not drag out his leaving, he leans in to give junhyeon one last kiss before moving to the main entrance. hanbin is waiting for him there, talking with minseoung. taerae instantly fears what minseoung may have told him.
“hanbin, let’s go.” he says as he nears the two, slipping on his shoes. hanbin looks up at him with wide eyes, caught off guard.
hanbin eyes him up and down before sighing. grabbing his arm, he starts pulling him away, nodding to minseoung as a goodbye and leaving the apartment. “you could have told me you were staying.”
“i told gunwook – i thought he would tell you.” taerae admits, although now looking back at it, he shouldn’t have expected gunwook to remember.
“just— just don’t freak me out like this again, okay? i woke up to find you gone and i got scared, taerae. i was worried, especially with how you’ve been feeling recently. i thought something bad happened.” hanbin sighs, stopping halfway down the stairs to face taerae. “please, just tell me, okay? i really don’t mind you coming to visit junhyeon if it makes you feel better, but just don’t scare me like that, okay?”
taerae nods guiltily, looking down at his feet. “sorry,” he says. “i didn’t realise you might get worried.”
hanbin puts a hand on his shoulder with a smile. “it’s okay, just remember for next time, okay?”
“okay.”
they continue walking out, making their way to hanbin’s (the manager’s) car that’s parked nearby. getting in, hanbin adds, “and next time, don’t make the fact that you got fucked so obvious, yeah?”, and taerae chokes on air in embarrassment.
clearly it really is that obvious, because not only is he fully-clad in junhyeon’s clothes, but he’s also showing off lots of red and purple marks all over his neck. when they arrive back to their dorm, the sight makes yujin cry out in disgust, makes gunwook cover both his and yujin’s eyes, and makes hao and matthew look at him in this annoyingly knowing manner than he just wants to curl himself up in a ball in embarrassment.
“have fun?” hao teases as he walks into their dorm. he glares at him, pulling the hoodie around himself protectively. “as long you’re happy now. you look better; it’s better to see you lively like this again.”
taerae, although embarrassed, smiles. “yeah, it helped a lot, seeing him again.”
hao smiles back, patting his arm softly. “if anything is up, don’t forget that you also have us, yeah? we don’t want to see you sad.”
taerae nods gratefully. “yeah, thanks hao.”
as hao walks away, he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. pulling it out, he sees it’s a message from junhyeon.
♪♬
new voice message from: hyeonie
new message from: hyeonie
“a song in case you’re ever in need of a lullaby before you sleep :) i love you, rae”
smiling, taerae wonders how he managed to find someone as perfect as junhyeon.