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90-day fiancé was sacred to the roommates, Jaehyun learned quickly. The smell of perfectly buttered popcorn drifted through the air as Sungho and Riwoo argued about which blanket they’d be using for the watch party.
“No way! You’ve came on this one!”
“I didn’t get cum on it! I have good aim!”
“Bullshit! You came on my towel like– two days ago!” Riwoo accused, making Jaehyun’s heart sink. His eyes widened as he slowly turned his head in the direction of his friends, watching as Sungho thought for a moment before responding, “I didn’t even film content two days ago!”
Riwoo rolled his eyes, “I get that you cum like– a lot– so you probably can’t keep track, but keep that shit off my towel!”
“Dude, I’m serious! My cum is very valuable, I wouldn’t waste it on your stupid towel!” Both roommates scoffed at each other, “Guys, it’s starting…” Jaehyun cleared his throat– praying that neither of the men connected the dots that he was over two days ago.
Luckily, they were both dumbasses.
“Wait, wait, wait!!” Sungho whined, picking up his phone and waving his hand for the two to get into frame. Riwoo partially covered his face with his hand, smiling with the corner of his mouth, while Jaehyun leaned forward, smiling with his teeth while holding up his bowl of popcorn.
Sungho flashed the camera an effortless peace sign before snapping the photo, quickly uploading it to his pay-to-follow Twitter account with the caption– “Ready for the next 90-day fiancé episode!! Watchin’ with the girlies ❤️🍿”
The episode honestly wasn’t anything special to Jaehyun, but seeing how much Sungho and Riwoo cared about each and every couple made him smile. It reminded him of watching Harry Potter with Shane, Garrett, Andrew, Ryland, and Morgan. Garrett always spoke about the magical series with such excitement– well, until Shane started making fun of him for content.
“Holy-fucking-tittiesss!” Sungho yelled out, dropping a few pieces of popcorn onto the freshly vacuumed carpet as a woman with an obviously botched boob-job came onto screen.
Riwoo choked on his drink, a bit coming out of his nose as he tried his best not to laugh at the poor woman’s fucked up plastic surgery. “Oh wow…” He said, trying his best not to show his disdain for the woman on screen.
“Looks like every z-lister in LA,” Jaehyun said, allowing himself to settle down into the comfortable cushions. “Seriously? I thought that was just like… a stereotype.” Riwoo’s tone was one of genuine curiosity.
“Oh yeah, if you don’t have botched plastic surgery, you have a Coke addiction. It’s like… the entry ticket into the celeb scene there.” Jaehyun said, throwing up a handful of popcorn and missing each piece. Riwoo bit his lip to stop himself from complaining about the crumbs.
“Wait… so which one do you have?” Sungho asked, looking away from the screen for the first time since the episode started. Jaehyun giggled before shrugging, “Oh… you know…”
“Wait… do you guys hear that?” Riwoo asked, grabbing the television remote and turning the volume down. Sungho let out a dramatic whine as Jaehyun looked around, confused– “Hey!! I was watching that!!” He whined, reaching for the remote.
Riwoo slapped his hand away, “No, I swear I heard like… boots stomping again,”
Sungho whined, “Oh my god! We’ve talked to the neighbors so many times– THERE'S NO NEED TO WEAR DEMONIAS INSIDE TZUYU!” The model yelled, facing to the right.
Riwoo stood up to slam his fists down onto the connecting wall, when all of a sudden,
“EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND NOW!” A loud commanding voice yelled out as Sungho and Riwoo’s front door slammed to the ground. Sungho let out a high-pitched shriek, “OH MY GOD, SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!” Sungho yelled, shoving Riwoo in front of him. “Bitch, these ARE the police?!” Riwoo yelled, putting his hands in the air and dropping the remote.
“GET DOWN EVERYBODY GET DOWN NOW!” Sungho wasted no time as he belly-flopped onto the ground, while Jaehyun looked around in a panic.
“Holy shit! What’s happening?!” Jaehyun screamed, standing up off the couch with his phone in his hands as he watched Riwoo carefully lie on the ground. “PUT IT DOWN NOW, DROP THE WEAPON!” A SWAT officer yelled, pointing his large gun straight at the influencer.
Jaehyun let the phone drop to the floor and carefully got to his knees beside Riwoo– the three friends lying on the carpet as SWAT began to search the premises.
“WHO ELSE IS HERE?!” An officer yelled, grabbing Sungho by the back of his silky lavender pajama set that was actually really flowy and pretty… all things considered. “Get on your knees, get off the ground!” The person in tactical gear yelled, Sungho let out a moan-like tone– “Oh, finally, a command I’m good at!” He said, Jaehyun had no idea how he could joke right now.
The influencer was shaking against the carpet, unknowingly beginning to hyperventilate out of fear. The sounds of SWAT officers stomping around them and throwing out random questions at Sungho began to bleed together as his ears rang.
“Hey,” Riwoo whispered lowly, snapping Jaehyun out of his panicked state and making him focus on the ginger’s calm tone. “This happens at least twice a year, just part of Sungho’s job… they’ll realize it’s a fake call in a sec.” The shorter promised, holding his hand out and letting Jaehyun squeeze it.
“The first time is always the worst.” Riwoo sympathized.
Evidently, Riwoo was right. It took SWAT sweeping the entire apartment twice, and one of the rookie officers recognizing Sunhgo from his infamous cake video, for the officers to realize it was a false call.
“The city will pay for any damages.” The lead officer, Manon, said as she wrote down the city's number, handing it to Sungho, who instantly handed it over to Riwoo. “We’re sorry for the trouble we caused you boys.” Her partner, Gunwook, said. “And again, big fan Yexi.” He added.
Sungho blew him a kiss, “No trouble at all, you guys are just doing your job! And I’ll be sure to keep doing mine for you, Officer Gunwookie~~” Sungho flirted, Riwoo rolled his eyes– fed up with his slutty roommates' antics.
“Is there any way to know who called this in? So that Sungho can block them from now on?” Riwoo asked tiredly, Manon nodded– pulling out her phone from one of her many tactical pockets.
“Says we received the call about… 40 minutes ago from a Song Mingi in Icheon… sound familiar?” She asked, looking between the three men. Sungho let out a pained noise, “Oh my god! Not Yexifeet500!” He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest before looking towards Riwoo– “Do I seriously have to block him?! He’s like… my top OnlyFeets sub!”
Riwoo decided to argue with the slutty man later.
Sungho twiddled his fingers at each officer as they stepped over the broken-down door to exit.
“Ugh, I hate when that happens!” Sungho whined, flopping back onto the couch. Jaehyun, still shaking, attempted to laugh it off– “Yeah, I bet it doesn’t get easier…”
“Oh no, it does… I just hate it because men in uniform make me so horny!” Sungho sighed, looking down and whining– “Oh my god, guys don’t look!!” He said, attempting to pat down his erection.
“I told you to stop wearing that fuck ass set around the house! You’re practically naked!” Riwoo dragged a tired hand down his face, “And so??” Sungho sassed, not seeing the problem in showing a little birthday suit.“Uh… I think I’m gonna head home early… bye Riwoo, bye Sungho.” Jaehyun grabbed his camera off the coffee table and picked his phone up off the floor. “Bye, Myungie!! Sweet dreams!” Sungho waved before continuing to pat his crotch as Riwoo attempted to slap his hand away– “Stop th- oh, Bye Jaehyun, get home safe!”
Jaehyun tossed and turned in bed that night, attempting to shake off his nerves that were still heightened from the events that transpired less than three hours ago. Every time Jaehyun closed his eyes, he heard the terrible crash of the door slamming to the ground and the officers screaming twenty different orders at each of them.
He jumped upwards, a few pillows falling off his bed as he heard a siren blare past his street outside. He whined, anxiously looking around his room– realistically, he knew he was in no real danger.
Sure, his fans were crazy enough to put his Yootooz in a jar with questionable milky liquids and send him photos of it… But none of them were crazy enough to swat him.
At least, not that he knew of.
It wasn’t until he started crying because his stupid neighbors dropped a heavy object against the floorboards that he decided there was no way he was surviving this night alone.
He bit his lip as he opened up his phone contacts. Who the hell could he call?
He wasn’t in the mood to hear the all-too-familiar voicemail recording of his LA friends' phones, but that really only left two people.
Sungho and Riwoo.
The option was obvious as he clicked onto Sungho’s contact; the man had a natural gift for making Jaehyun laugh about anything.
One ring, two rings, three rings…
“HEYYY HOTTIE, THIS IS SUNGHO, I CAN’T COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW CAUSE I’M PROBABLYYY FILMING NASTY CONTENT… leave me a message at the beep, BEEEP!! … you TOTALLY fell for that, okay, but for realzies leave a message at the beep and I’ll get back to you as soon as I get off of Ricky.”
Jaehyun chewed on the inside of his cheek as he angrily slammed his thumb down the red end call button, scrolling down towards Riwoo’s contact and looking at the number for a few moments.
Would Riwoo even answer? If he did, how could the ginger even help Jaehyun? It wasn’t like they were friends… just, pals at best.
The subtle shake in Jaehyun's fingers told him to press the button anyway. He knew that if Riwoo did answer, the two would get into one of their playful bickering matches… which did always make the influencer feel a bit better.
He tapped on the number, anxiously looking around his room as he counted the rings.
One, tw-
“Hello?” Riwoo’s voice was deeper than normal, and Jaehyun would be lying if he said it wasn’t really hot. “H-hey,” Jaehyun straightened his back, “What do you want? It’s like… 3 am.” Riwoo said plainly, the sounds of sheets ruffling in the background.
“What are… what are you doing?” The influencer asked, looking outside the window beside his bed and watching Seoul’s nightlife pass by.
Riwoo squinted down at his phone as he adjusted his pristine white pillow, “I’m… trying to sleep.” He answered, “But between SUNGHO GOING LIVE AFTER BEING SWATTED and you calling… I’m having trouble counting sheep.” Riwoo sassed, yelling loud enough to cause Jaehyun’s phone speakers to crackle.
“Sungho’s live?” Jaehyun asked, tilting his head downwards to his phone. “Yeah, he said he was gonna talk about how swatting was bad… but I swear I heard his vibrator like two seconds ago…”
Jaehyun laughed softly, sniffling in an attempt to clear his runny nose, which he seemed to always get while crying.
Riwoo paused, blinking slowly. “Are you crying?” He asked, sitting up and throwing his covers off him. “What? No!” Jaehyun answered way too quickly, instantly alerting Riwoo to his lie.
“Myungjae… are you still scared?” The ginger asked, Jaehyun furrowed his brows together– “You aren’t?!” He cried out, sloppily wiping his thick tears off his cheeks. He paused for a second, tears stalling as gears grinded in his head, “Wait… Myungjae?” The influencer smirked, making Riwoo stammer before giving up on a witty reply.
It was best not to ruin one of the few nice conversations the two men had ever had.
The older sighed, glancing at the time before beginning to make his way to the kitchen to grab the tea Jaehyun enjoyed every time he came over.
“I’ll be over in twenty minutes; you better not fall asleep before I get there,” Riwoo grumbled, stepping over the busted-down door after having put on his shoes.
Jaehyun blinked in surprise, but smiled nonetheless. “I won’t, thank you… hyung.” The black-haired man’s tone softened before pressing the red circle icon to hang up.
Riwoo’s plan originally was to treat Jaehyun like a child having a nightmare; serve him a warm cup of tea, tuck him back into bed.
Jaehyun’s plan, however, seemed to differ a lot.
“Can you sit with me?” He asked the older as Riwoo handed him the warm mug, “What?” The ginger tilted his head, “Can you sit with me? Just for a bit…”
Despite Riwoo’s better judgment, he did. Having Jaehyun scoot over to the opposite side of his bed, the one closest to the window. It seemed that somewhere in the years of living with Sungho, who almost constantly had… suspicious stains on his sheets– Riwoo had forgotten the simple joy of being able to sit on a friend's bed.
The silence was comfortable, Jaehyun blowing off the steam rising off the hot liquid while Riwoo watched people passing outside Jaehyun’s window.
“It’s a nice view.” He commented absentmindedly, and Jaehyun hummed in agreement, “It was just the first place I found in my rush, I guess it is nice though.”
Riwoo had dozens of questions to ask about that day. The day Jaehyun’s sense of normalcy was uprooted, and he left everything he knew, but how did you casually bring that up?
“Hey, why the hell did you film breaking up with your high school sweetheart?”
Surely, that wouldn’t end well.
Thankfully, Jaehyun seemed to pick up on the comfortable silence beginning to spoil.
“Is that seriously normal?” Jaehyun asked after taking a long sip. Riwoo blinked, “The swatting? I mean… yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, “He warned me about it before we moved in together. I didn’t really believe him until it happened twice in the first month.”
“What?!” Jaehyun’s eyes widened in shock, “I don’t know that I could go through that again…” He admitted.
“A lot of people can’t, that’s why he doesn’t have that many friends.” Riwoo replied honestly, “But he collabs with so many people?” Jaehyun questioned. “Yeah… but those people aren’t really his friends… they’re like coworkers.”
“Oh.” Jaehyun blinked, “It can’t be easy, living with him.”
Riwoo thought about it for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip for a second.
“It’s… not for everybody,” He admitted, “But he’s my best friend… and I wouldn’t want him to stop doing OnlyFans just because of a few shitty cons.” The ginger said as Jaehyun’s tired eyes watched him.
“That’s so nice.” Jaehyun’s tone was soft. “It’s sweet how much you care about him.”
Riwoo smiled softly, looking away bashfully at the compliment. “Yeah, he’s my best friend– y’know? We look out for each other.”
Jaehyun tried to ignore the pit in his chest; he didn’t know what that was like. That was becoming glaringly obvious by his dwindling number of contacts.
“I was surprised when Sungho said you two weren’t dating. I thought for sure you guys were at least fucking.” He laughed softly, making Riwoo chuckle.
“We tried.” The older answered, surprising the influencer. “What? Really?” He asked, turning to face Riwoo fully.
“Yeah, we met on Grindr.” The ginger admitted, embarrassment flooding his cheeks as Jaehyun laughed. “He wanted a free meal and a hookup, I wanted a long-term relationship… I guess in a way I got one, just… without romance.” Riwoo huffed out a laugh at his own joke.
“Wait… so you guys have slept together?” Jaehyun raised a brow; the question made Riwoo even redder. “Maybe so,” He shrugged, laughing at how Jaehyun whined about not being given a straightforward answer.
“I wouldn’t change anything about our relationship now, though. Everyone needs someone like Sungho in their life,” Riwoo said honestly. Jaehyun wondered if he’d ever find someone like that.
“Whose your best friend?” The older asked the question abruptly, almost childlike in nature. Jaehyun didn’t know the answer, and that realization almost made his eyes well up with tears again.
“I don’t know, I do tons of collabs so… I have a lot of friends.” Jaehyun waved off, setting the now-empty mug onto his windowsill. “Hard to pick the best.” He joked, though Riwoo didn’t laugh.
The shorter man next to him couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow for the influencer. During one of his shameful late-night scrolls on Jaehyun’s Instagram page, it was obvious that the influencer’s social circle had been dwindling even before he broke up with Hanbin.
The contrast of Jaehyun’s story highlights going from continuous parties and late-night In-N-Out runs to simple photos of movie nights he and Hanbin had was honestly shocking.
Though the older knew the question would be invasive, he secretly wondered if the switch up had anything to do with Jaehyun and Hanbin’s struggling sex life.
Riwoo made a mental note to reach out to Jaehyun more, because as much as Jaehyun got along with his roommate, he didn’t want Sungho to be Jaehyun’s only friend.
“I guess Hanbin was my best friend.” Jaehyun wasn’t looking at him anymore, and it was obviously on purpose. Riwoo frowned, “Yeah, it’s easy for that to happen in relationships.”
“Really?” Jaehyun turned to face Riwoo, and even with tears in his eyes, Riwoo couldn’t deny that Jaehyun looked really pretty against the dim lighting of his bedroom.
“Yeah, it happened to me.” The ginger said, leaning forward and using the paws of his sweater to dab Jaehyun’s tears off his round cheeks. “My ex and I were really close, but… it’s not healthy to only be friends with your boyfriend.” Riwoo explained.
“I didn’t know you had an ex.”
“I’m twenty-two, Jaehyun, it’d be kinda sad if I didn’t…”
That made Jaehyun smile, which was Riwoo’s goal.
“You just never talked about them,” The younger shrugged, his body mourning Riwoo’s gentle touch against his cheek. It’d been forever since he felt this close to another human.
“I try not to, ‘s not good the whole… moving on thing, y’know?” Riwoo’s eyelids were heavy, but he wasn’t ready to stop talking to Jaehyun. Not yet.
Jaehyun hummed, tracing imaginary shapes into his comforter. “I don’t really feel like I’m allowed to move on.” He admitted, tone barely above a whisper. As if he was telling Riwoo something that he’d sworn no one else would ever hear.
Maybe he was.
“You’re allowed to do whatever you want, Myungjae.” The ginger answered, genuineness seeping through his fangs. Words that were meant to soothe Jaehyun’s aching heart only made the ache worse.
“I don’t know what I want.” He admitted, sinking lower until he was lying down fully on his bed. Riwoo looked over towards his nightstand, reaching over and clicking off his bedside lamp.
He looked back at Jaehyun, who was staring blankly in his direction. It was weird, seeing the typically hyperactive influencer this worn down.
What was weirder, though, was that Riwoo had zero interest in being apart from him.
With this in mind, Riwoo carefully slipped under Jaehyun’s comforter, lying beside him. Jaehyun gave him a meek smile, weak but honest. He appreciated that he wouldn’t be left alone with his aching heart tonight.
“I’m glad you called.” The words slipped out without Riwoo’s permission; he didn’t mind all that much, though. Not when the words made Jaehyun’s eyes brighten up for a second.
Jaehyun hesitated for a moment before wrapping his hand around Riwoo’s arm, rubbing his thumb along the lightweight fabric. He watched as the material crinkled as he swiped his thumb upwards, and smoothed out as he moved it down.
Glancing up, he let out a tiny breath as he locked eyes with Riwoo, who’d been watching Jaehyun fiddle with the fabric of his pajamas.
“I’m glad you stayed,” Jaehyun answered.
Riwoo woke up to sunlight beaming in through the window, the lack of curtains being painfully obvious.
Jesus, Jaehyun really needed to hire an interior designer.
The thought of the smiley man somehow made Riwoo’s body aware of the added weight upon his chest. He looked down and let out a small noise of surprise as his muscles tightened at the sight.
At some point during the night, Jaehyun had gone from holding onto Riwoo’s arm to fully hugging his stomach– his head lying on Riwoo’s sternum.
He knew he should’ve recoiled, should’ve pushed Jaehyun off of him and started gathering his things to leave… but why?
Realistically, there was no reason to react that way. Last night was more than enough proof that under all the lewd jokes and oversharing comments, Jaehyun was a good guy in desperate need of friends.
And maybe Riwoo liked both versions of Jaehyun.
Jaehyun stirred, whining slightly– “No, Sungho, I don’t know the recipe for chocolate cake…” The dreaming man slurred out, leaving his lips parted for gentle snores to fall out.
On second thought, maybe Riwoo was okay with both versions of Jaehyun.
The younger let out another sleepy whine, smushing his face further into the soft fabric of Riwoo’s pajamas. Riwoo peered upwards, squinting at the sun before looking back down and feeling his face soften instinctively at the sight.
Jaehyun looked so peaceful when he slept.
And as he wrapped a protective arm over the sleeping man, Riwoo decided he liked that before drifting back into dreamland.