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To Wooseok, having Seungyoun as sex friend was easy. He felt especially comfortable during intimate moments with Seungyoun. Seungyoun’s spacious bed with the sheets that smelled of his cologne and Seungyoun’s sporty and expensive BMW were extremely comfortable as well. Wooseok thought that when Seungyoun trapped him down on the bed; the scent of the taller man’s cologne and the warmth of his body pressed against Wooseok’s were wrapping the latter in a bubble that he couldn’t burst even if he wanted to. Hot, inebriating.
Seungyoun was also very attractive during sex, Wooseok had to give him at least that. The way Seungyoun’s black shiny hair would fall over his dark eyes, the way a subtle frown would appear on his face, the way he would look at Wooseok like he was ready to eat him up alive without mercy… all of that sent shivers down Wooseok’s spine. As Seungyoun’s hands started to travel all over Wooseok’s body, lips on his neck and ear, crotches grinding together, Wooseok knew his dick was getting hard, and it was the same for Seungyoun.
Wooseok’s hands immediately started to work to undo all the buttons of Seungyoun’s damn black button-up shirt. He hated those button-ups, but Seungyoun liked to wear them when he wanted to look especially good or for special occasions. And since it was Wooseok’s birthday, one could say that it indeed was a special occasion. To Wooseok it definitely was the most special of them all, since it was the day in which God’s best creation (aka himself) had come to the world.
«Since it’s your birthday,» Seungyoun whispered against Wooseok’s ear later, when their shirts were already out of the way and Wooseok was desperately trying to get rid of Seungyoun’s tight pants as well, «I’m going to grant you a wish. What do you want me to do?»
Wooseok’s eyes sparkled mischievously at those words. «Is this a birthday present?» Wooseok asked, a small smile appearing on his tiny lips. He loved that unexpected turn of events, especially because one of the untold rules in that weird friendship of theirs was to never gift anything to each other. Presents often carried meanings, and they didn’t need that in their relationship.
«I guess you can say that,» Seungyoun answered, finally taking off his own pants and proceeding to do the same with Wooseok’s jeans.
«Mhh, I don’t know if it’s a good enough gift, though…» Wooseok mumbled, making Seungyoun raise his eyes on the other’s face immediately. Seungyoun knew that Wooseok was mercilessly teasing him, and it was obvious that he liked that, a lot. His eyes were shining. «You must do a very good job at obeying me in order for it to be a satisfying present,» Wooseok continued, voice low and raspy, and then their faces were so close that their breaths entangled. They were just a few centimeters away from kissing, but they didn’t. Another one of their rules was not to kiss, not even in bed. Too much intimacy.
«What do you want?» Seungyoun asked again, and Wooseok liked how horny the other sounded.
«There’s something I bought at the sexy shop in Japan that we haven’t tried out yet,» Wooseok revealed, his smile getting wider. Seungyoun’s questioning expression confirmed to Wooseok that he didn’t remember what new sex toys Wooseok had bought that time he’d traveled to Japan. There were many, after all. Especially guns-looking ones. Wooseok was obsessed with guns, especially with the one tattooed on Seungyoun’s waist, although he would never say it out loud.
Wooseok got up from the bed with only his black briefs on, his thin body exposed in all its glory, and started to look for what he wanted in a box hidden inside Seungyoun’s wardrobe. They kept there all their toys, since they almost never had sex at Wooseok’s place (his roommates were always in the way).
«Here it is,» Wooseok said, taking out of the box a leather dog collar with a long chain attached to it. Seungyoun’s eyes grew bigger as Wooseok turned around to look at him, a mischievous smile still on his lips. Seungyoun had completely forgotten about that.
«You know I’ve always wanted a puppy,» Wooseok mumbled, sounding almost innocent, like a little kid expressing the wish to have a dog. Seungyoun opened his mouth to say something, maybe, but then he decided against it. Wooseok appreciated it. Dogs don’t talk, after all.
«Come here,» Wooseok ordered, already getting in the part. Seungyoun sighed, probably mustering up his courage, and then he got on all fours on the floor, crawling towards Wooseok, like a good puppy. Wooseok noticed that Seungyoun’s ears were intensely red when he knelt down in front of Wooseok, his eyes at the same level of the other’s crotch. Wooseok was already painfully hard inside his briefs, and Seungyoun liked his lips at that view, before looking up Wooseok as the latter put the collar around Seungyoun’s neck.
«What kind of puppy am I?» Seungyoun asked with a half amused smile, receiving in return a pat on the head.
«A very well trained puppy who follows his owner’s orders,» Wooseok answered, smiling. «Take them off,» he then added, obviously referring to the briefs that he was still wearing and that he felt definitely too tight. Seungyoun followed the command. He took the elastic band of the briefs between his teeth and pulled them down, letting them slide along Wooseok’s pale long legs. Now Wooseok’s hard dick was free from any restriction and it was demanding attentions.
«Suck it,» Wooseok ordered again in a breath. Seungyoun let out a low growl. From the look on his face, Wooseok was perfectly aware of the fact that Seungyoun wanted to push him on the floor and fuck him rough and dry right there, but he was trying to stay in control. He had promised to be a good and well behaved puppy, after all. So he started out slow and sweet. Baby steps first. His tongue slowly curled around the red tip of Wooseok’s cock, as if it was the first time and he wanted to explore. As if he didn’t know exactly what Wooseok tasted like and what he liked. Wooseok’s breathing increased its speed.
Seungyoun dragged his tongue on the length of Wooseok’s dick, slowly, a few times, playfully. Wooseok knew that the other was teasing him, so he tugged at the collar’s chain, making his lover understand that he had to speed up. Seungyoun then smirked before taking it in his mouth, sucking hard, making Wooseok groan loudly with his raspy voice, eyes closed and parted red lips letting out soft moans.
Bobbing his head back and forth, gradually increasing the speed, Seungyoun was so focused on sucking Wooseok’s dick and keeping his eyes fixed on Wooseok’s ecstatic face, that he probably didn’t expect it at all when Wooseok decided to play dirty. He suddenly tugged at the chain hanging from the dog collar with so much strength that Seungyoun’s face was dragged forward, taking the whole cock length in his mouth, all the way to his throat.
Wooseok started to move fast inside Seungyoun’s mouth, wet noises filled the bedroom as the tip of the penis kept hitting the back of Seungyoun’s throat and Wooseok thought that that sound and Seungyoun’s face in that moment were amazing, almost as amazing as the sensation. After a few seconds Seungyoun put his hands on Wooseok’s thighs, his fingernails leaving red marks on Wooseok’s white skin. Wooseok knew that he was pushing Seungyoun’s gagging reflex to the limit, so he decided let him go after a few more thrusts, and only then Seungyoun could breathe again.
A thick line of spit and pre-cum was connecting Seungyoun’s open mouth gasping for air to Wooseok’s dick. At the view Wooseok felt a bit bad, but not really. They both were enjoying it. They weren’t boyfriends, but they knew each other’s bodies and preferences the best.
Wooseok patted Seungyoun’s head again and with his hoarse voice he complimented the other, «Good puppy.»
Seungyoun was breathing hard, trying calm himself down; his eyes filled with tears were looking up at Wooseok’s face again. Now Wooseok could read in the other’s expression that he definitely wanted to fuck Wooseok so hard and desperately, and Wooseok wanted that, too.
The tinier man walked towards the bed and sat on it. Tugging at the chain, he forced Seungyoun to crawl towards him again until the latter knelt on the floor in front of sitting Wooseok, like an obedient puppy waiting for a reward. Wooseok then spread his own legs, bending the knees towards his chest in order to give Seungyoun better access to his ass. This time Wooseok didn’t have to give out any order, his “puppy” immediately started to lick his entrance, and he shuddered at the overwhelming hot feeling of the wet tongue against his sensitive skin.
«Good puppy,» Wooseok murmured again, getting goose bumps all over his body out of pleasure when Seungyoun started to lose control and to eat him out, almost aggressively, paying attention also to his balls and biting the tender inner flesh of Wooseok’s thighs, hard enough to leave red marks.
Wooseok couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pulled the chain of the collar with strength once again, stopping Seungyoun from further licking him, and whispered in a broken voice, «Do it.»
Seungyoun knew already what that meant, because he quickly reached out for the drawer of the bedside table, where he kept lube and condoms. Wooseok almost gasped when the cold slippery substance fell all over his ass, and he finally let out the moan he was trying to hold back when Seungyoun’s fingers pushed inside of him without any gentleness or warning. His fingers worked Wooseok open just for a few seconds before pulling out; they both know that Wooseok’s body was used to penetration.
Seungyoun then crawled on the bed, grabbed Wooseok by the legs and dragged his thin beautiful body towards him, under him, with so much easiness and force that Wooseok felt like going crazy. If there was a thing that drove him insane was Seungyoun being so horny for him that he would manhandle him like that, like Wooseok was just a doll in his hands. Wooseok was supposed to be the one in control for that night, but he suddenly didn’t care anymore when Seungyoun finally got rid of the briefs he was still wearing and grabbed his own congested dick, touching himself a bit with the hand still covered in lube.
Wooseok bit his bottom lip, thinking that he had seen Seungyoun completely naked hundreds of times before, and yet every time he still felt amazed by the fact that, damn, Seungyoun really was well proportioned all over. Then Wooseok decided that he wanted to be the one to put the condom on Seungyoun (he just wanted an excuse to touch his dick without being open about it), so he did. Seungyoun just stared down at Wooseok in silence, those dark eyes observing the other attentively, and when the condom was finally in place, Seungyoun spread Wooseok’s legs a little more before pushing inside roughly.
Wooseok almost screamed, especially because Seungyoun started to thrust hard without waiting for him to adjust a bit, but it was okay because Wooseok liked it, and Seungyoun knew that better than anyone else. The rougher, the better. Wooseok didn’t need kisses, he didn’t need caresses. He didn’t need feelings, either. He needed raw fucks and a hot body that could turn him on and provide the service properly. And no one was better than Seungyoun for that. Wooseok had never felt such a great physical compatibility with anyone before Seungyoun.
Wooseok grabbed the sheet under him and almost couldn’t breathe because of the intense pleasure mixed with pain that he was feeling. «Bad puppy…» he let out in a shaky breath, tugging at the collar and making Seungyoun open up in a grin. «Am I not a well trained puppy?» he asked, pushing even hard, to the point that Wooseok feared that the other could break him in half at any moment. Before Wooseok’s brain could even react to that, Seungyoun grabbed him by the arms and switched their positions, so that now Wooseok was on top. Wooseok bit his lips again, looking down at Seungyoun with languid and unfocused eyes, feeling too good to do anything else other than ride Seungyoun’s dick mindlessly.
Wooseok was so lost in the moment and in the extreme pleasure he was feeling with Seungyoun’s big cock hitting his prostate without mercy and those hot hands traveling on his sensitive skin, that for the first time in, maybe, months, he came untouched all over Seungyoun’s stomach with a loud moan and a «Seungyounie.»
Seungyoun let Wooseok calm down for a few seconds, let him come down from his haze, and then he switched positions without pulling out again. He started to thrust again, this time less roughly, close to reach his own climax. Wooseok looked attentively at Seungyoun’s face. He knew well that expression. That soft frown, the closed eyes, the parted shiny red lips. He knew that Seungyoun was about to come. Wooseok kind of wanted to kiss him, but he held himself back. Instead, he reached out his hand, touching with the tips of his fingers the droplets of cum still glistering on Seungyoun’s abs, and he brought those fingers to Seungyoun’s lips. And Seungyoun followed the orders, as always, licking the semen off Wooseok’s fingers, as he finally came with a whimper.
Seungyoun pulled out with a soft groan, breathing heavily. As the taller man got up from the bed to toss the used condom in the trash bin, Wooseok observed him walk around the room completely naked with a proud pouting smile. That night they had great and fun sex, maybe the best they had in a while. He had come untouched and it felt great. Very satisfying. He definitely wanted a second and maybe even third round that night. It was his birthday, after all.
When Seungyoun turned around to look at Wooseok, he had a bright and sweet smile on his lips, as if he hadn’t been fucking Wooseok senseless just a minute before. Wooseok found attractive even that duality in the other. Seungyoun was completely different out of bed.
Wooseok returned the smile and patted the empty space next to himself on the mattress, in a silent request for Seungyoun to sit there, so that they could take off the dog collar the other was still wearing. Wooseok felt almost guilty when he took the collar off and saw that the sensitive skin of Seungyoun’s neck was very red.
«Does it hurt?» Wooseok asked, trying not sound too worried.
«Not really, but at some point I seriously thought you wanted to break my neck or choke me to death,» Seungyoun snorted. «You don’t know how to control your strength.»
Wooseok rolled his eyes at that. «Don’t exaggerate. You were enjoying it, anyway.»
«Fair enough,» Seungyoun admitted, still smiling, not even an ounce of shame in his voice. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, before Seungyoun spoke again, «So, was your birthday present satisfying enough?»
«Yeah. You are a good dog. You even wag your tail when I compliment you,» Wooseok answered, teasing the other, receiving in return a light push and an amused «Yah!»
Seungyoun’s laughter was so contagious, so bright. Wooseok liked when they were like that after sex, just teasing each other and being shamelessly honest about what they liked and wanted. Yeah, Wooseok had no doubt about that: Seungyoun was very easy and comfortable as friend with benefits, he didn’t need anything else.
«What about a late night snack and then another round?» Wooseok asked with a low seductive voice, trying to sound convincing, but all his high expectations for the night shattered in a million pieces when Seungyoun sighed loudly, an apologetic smile on his lips. «I’d love that, Wooseokie, but I’m afraid I have to take you home and call it a night. I’m leaving for Tokyo early in the morning.»
«Oh. Business trip?» Wooseok asked, and he desperately hoped that the extreme disappointment he was feeling in that moment wasn’t too obvious in his voice and expression. Maybe it actually was obvious, though, because Seungyoun only sounded more apologetic as he said, «Yeah. I’m staying there for a week, I have some business meetings and an important photoshoot.»
Seungyoun was a professional photographer for high fashion and magazines. The two of them met a few years ago exactly on a photoshoot set, when Seungyoun was still an apprentice and Wooseok was trying to get some modeling gigs in order to earn some good money and have an easier life as poor college student. They immediately felt attracted to each other, but they decided not to act upon it. Wooseok was in a serious relationship with a rich older dude back then, and Seungyoun was dating someone, too. When they casually met again a few years later in a gay bar in Itaewon, Wooseok was going through some serious heartbroken shit after breaking up with the rich older dude (the dude decided to marry a rich woman as his family wanted), while Seungyoun was just a free spirit, traveling the world and doing whatever he wanted, and his positive energy was so incredibly attractive to Wooseok. They ended up having drunken sex at Seungyoun’s place on that same night, then after that first night many more nights followed, until it naturally became a routine.
Since Wooseok was going through that serious heartbroken shit when Seungyoun appeared in his life again, the last thing he wanted was to start another serious relationship with someone. He didn’t care about casual dating either. He just wanted to enjoy himself, being free and having fun. Luckily, Seungyoun wanted the same things as him and Wooseok couldn’t be more grateful for that, since the sex he had with Seungyoun was probably the best of his life. Kinky, wild, and rough. Perfect combo.
The weird rules in their relationship established themselves naturally, too. No feelings, no kisses on the lips, no too much talking about personal stuff. They were free to see whoever they wanted and have sex whenever they wanted. It wasn’t an exclusive relationship, although Wooseok’s standards got unavoidably very high since he’d started to fuck with Seungyoun, and he couldn’t avoid to make comparisons every time he fooled around with some other men. Seungyoun kind of was on another level.
Lately, though, Seungyoun was often busy and tired because of work and Wooseok was starting to feel neglected. He was kind of annoyed, somehow, for some reason… he couldn’t avoid to feel pissed even on his way home, sitting on the comfortable passenger seat of Seungyoun’s BMW car.
«Are you sulking?» Seungyoun asked him. He was smiling again. He probably found Wooseok’s reaction amusing.
«No,» Wooseok lied. «I was just thinking that I’m going to have a very lonely week. Yohan is going on a trip to Japan as well.»
«Oh, really? For a vacation?»
«Yeah. He’s going to Disneyland with his boyfriend to celebrate their first anniversary,» Wooseok answered, clicking his tongue in disappointment, a grimace appearing on his small face. Why would two grown up men celebrating their first anniversary together at Disneyland? So lame. Then he remembered that both Yohan and Hangyul (Yohan’s boyfriend) shared the same mental age and even watched “Frozen” something like three times in a row when it came out in theatres.
«Whaaa, so much time has passed since the last time I went to Disneyland! Now I feel like going again, it’s so much fun. Them going together for their anniversary is actually cute,» Seungyoun said, sounding enthusiastic as usual and making Wooseok’s mood sink down even further.
«It’s not cute,» Wooseok stated firmly. Seungyoun was right: he was sulking. «These days it’s like Yohan doesn’t even live in my same apartment, he and Hangyul pretty much live in symbiosis. He almost forgot about my birthday, too! Me… Kim Wooseok! His roommate and best friend!»
«But then he remembered, right? And he bought you a nice present, too,» Seungyoun reminded the other, eyeing the new expensive wrist watch Wooseok was wearing (Yohan’s gift). «He’s just in love,» Seungyoun then added in a much more serious tone, but Wooseok didn’t even notice it. He was too busy crying over himself.
«That’s why I don’t want to date anyone seriously. You end up losing your independence and focus, you start to neglect even your own very best friend. You become a fool and a loser,» Wooseok continued and he actually saw himself in those words, too. When Wooseok and the rich older dude were together, he used to be like that as well. Completely dependent on the other man, his whole world revolving around him. Wooseok didn’t want to go back to that phase of his life and end up hurting himself ever again.
«Right,» Seungyoun just said, flatly, and after that a long silence fell over them. They didn’t speak until Seungyoun stopped the car in front of Wooseok’s condo.
«Well, thanks for the ride and for… the birthday present,» Wooseok teased, a sly and malicious smile blooming on his red lips, matching Seungyoun’s wide and amused grin as the latter answered, «It’s a pleasure.»
«See you when you come back to Seoul, then,» Wooseok said, ready to open to car door and get out, when Seungyoun’s voice suddenly stopped him in his tracks, «Wooseokie, can I kiss you?»
Wooseok looked at Seungyoun with big eyes, surprised. That definitely was an unexpected request, so much that Wooseok couldn’t keep himself back from blurting a rather insensitive «Why?»
Seungyoun shrugged, smiling softly, like it wasn’t a big deal. «Just feeling like it. Because it’s your birthday,» he answered, although Wooseok couldn’t find a rational correlation between kissing and his birthday. But Seungyoun looked handsome in the dim light of the car; he was wearing specs, the ones with the black frame, and the casual outfit he’d thrown on before leaving the apartment suited him. More than that damn button-up shirt. Yeah, Wooseok wanted to kiss Seungyoun.
«I don’t want to,» Wooseok mumbled, obviously lying. «You ate me out and swallowed my cum just a while ago.»
«Eish, don’t be an ass. I washed my teeth afterwards,» Seungyoun laughed briefly, shaking Wooseok’s arm in a scold-like manner. Wooseok sighed, as if kissing Seungyoun was such a big sacrifice to him, and then he just gave in, getting closer to the other, until their lips finally met. It was late but Wooseok still hoped that none of his neighbors was out at that ungodly hour of the night, just in time to see him kissing another man inside a BMW.
They started off kissing slow and sweet, almost innocently. Seungyoun’s mouth tasted like mint. He actually had washed his teeth. His lips were soft, too. The touch of Seungyoun’s tongue sent shivers down Wooseok’s spine. Every worry Wooseok could have about being spotted by his neighbors disappeared immediately once Seungyoun put an arm around Wooseok’s waist and pulled him closer with that roughness that Wooseok loved so much, making their kiss deeper and more passionate. Wooseok sighed in the kiss: damn, he was horny again. He hoped not to get another boner.
When they eventually broke the kiss, they just stared at each other with their faces really close for a while. Seungyoun was smiling softly at Wooseok again. It actually felt weird.
«Is everything okay?» Wooseok asked, cautious.
«Yeah, why?»
«I don’t know,» Wooseok admitted. «Do you have to tell me something?»
«Mmmh…» Seungyoun crunched up his face in a very pensive expression. «I do,» he eventually answered, getting Wooseok’s complete attention.
«What is it?»
«It’s a secret, you don’t have to tell anyone,» Seungyoun warned the other. Wooseok nodded. Seungyoun wasn’t the type to have secrets and they usually didn’t share secrets with each other, either. He was actually curios.
«Actually I…» Seungyoun trailed off. Wooseok was so focused, anticipating the revelation of Seungyoun’s secret, that he didn’t expect it at all when Seungyoun suddenly exclaimed «I’m a vampire!» and playfully bit Wooseok’s neck, making the latter jump out of surprise on the leather seat of the BMW.
«Yah!» Wooseok yelled, punching Seungyoun on the arm. Seungyoun started to laugh brightly, probably thinking that it was peak comedy, and Wooseok couldn’t stay angry at the other when he laughed like that, anyway. He rolled his eyes and tried to hold back a smile as he opened to car door.
«See you soon, Wooseokie! Goodnight!» Seungyoun waved the other goodbye, that big beautiful smile plastered on his handsome face. Getting out of the car, Wooseok thought that, really, he would have missed his dear sex friend a lot over the following week. He was already sexually frustrated.
«Night,» Wooseok waved back, closing the car door. Seungyoun then drove away, leaving Wooseok with the feeling that something was actually off with the other. Seungyoun was actually hiding him something. Wooseok shrugged, thinking that it wasn’t a big deal anyway, and when he turned around he almost got a heart attack: Yohan was watching him from afar with a very shocked expression on his face.
«Yah… am I hallucinating or you and Seungyoun-hyung were kissing inside his car?» Yohan asked as Wooseok started to walk towards him and the entrance of their condo. Damn, he knew that someone would have seen them. From the way Yohan was dressed and the little plastic bag he was holding in his hand, he probably just came back from the mini-market open 24/7 down the street. Yohan was always in the way.
«And so?» Wooseok asked his roommate, confused.
«Didn’t you tell me that you guys never kiss or anything because your relationship is just about sex?»
«He asked for a kiss and since it’s my birthday I felt nice enough to let him do that, why?» Wooseok tried to defend himself, but it was obvious that Yohan didn’t believe him in the slightest.
«Why don’t you just date him, hyung? Seungyoun-hyung is handsome, rich, successful and with a good personality. He’s like the main character of a drama. He knows how to make you happy in bed, too. Isn’t it a win-win situation?»
Wooseok rolled his eyes once again in annoyance. It was almost like they hadn’t had that same exact conversation like… a hundred times already before. «You know I don’t want to have a stable relationship with anyone. Having Seungyounie as friend with benefits is more than enough.»
And it was then… then Yohan said something that put him in a weird mood: «Well, that’s what you feel, but I doubt Seungyoun-hyung is planning to stay single for the rest of his life. What are you going to do once he finds himself a boyfriend and stops seeing you?»
«The world is full of men, I can find someone else,» Wooseok answered, faking indifference, but Yohan had irremediably put a flea into Wooseok’s ear. He couldn’t avoid thinking about Yohan’s words, so much that he kept thinking about it even over the next few days.
Wooseok never thought about it, but Yohan made him realize that it was something that could happen. It was possible that Seungyoun, someday, would tell Wooseok that he was tired of their weird sexual friendship and that he wanted to stop having sex with Wooseok for whatever reason. Wooseok knew that Seungyoun was attracted to him just as much as he was attracted to Seungyoun and they loved each other’s bodies and their wild sex life, Wooseok had no doubt about it and, to be honest, he was kind of proud of it. But Yohan was right. Things could change in the future. He and Seungyoun never talked about future, especially not about a future together. Wooseok didn’t know what future plans Seungyoun had. Actually, it was totally possible that someday Seungyoun would just decide to move overseas for work, since he traveled quite a lot already.
If any of that ever happened, sooner or later, then what would have Wooseok done? Finding a new sex partner for sure. He probably wouldn’t have found another man as capable in bed as Seungyoun, but he could deal with it. He was quite sure he could deal with Seungyoun not being part of his life anymore, too. Not like they were particularly close outside of the bed anyway. Actually, their personalities were so different that sometimes they got on each other’s nerves.
Still…
After a long day of work at the architecture firm he worked at, Wooseok felt lifeless. Lying in bed after a shower, he decided to play with his phone for a while and to check his SNS. Once he opened the Instagram app, though, he wished he hadn’t. The first post that appeared on his timeline was a selfie that Yohan had posted a while ago. He and Hangyul were hugging with some Disneyland attraction in the background. They were smiling happily and were wearing matching Mickey Mouse headbands like they were two ten-year-olds. They really looked happy… and in love, like Seungyoun said.
Wooseok closed the app right after. He didn’t feel like checking his SNS anymore. Actually, he was kind of horny. Seungyoun had been away for four whole days already. Not like he was counting or anything, of course. Seungyoun must have been really busy, because there was no trace of him on social medias and he didn’t even send Wooseok a text, and that was quite unusual.
Wooseok decided to take a selfie, too. He looked really good with damp hair after a shower, he looked sexy. And he was epically bored, too, without his roommates around (Wooseok and Yohan had another roommate, but he was always out as well). Wooseok took a couple of innocent selfies first, then things escalated quickly and before he could even realize what he was doing, he was already taking off his t-shirt and sweatpants and taking really sexy and provocative pictures. Lying on bed lasciviously with open legs, biting his lips, languid eyes, touching his nipples, playing with the hem of his briefs… he used to be a model, so he knew the best poses and angles that made him look glorious in pictures.
He usually wasn’t the type to make the first move and text someone first, but since the photos came out well, he decided to send a couple of them to Seungyoun through KakaoTalk, without any message attached. Not like the pictures needed a context, anyway. He just wanted to build some anticipation and tension for when Seungyoun would have come back to Korea and they could finally meet.
Weirdly enough, though, Wooseok kept on waiting, waiting, and waiting, and yet… Seungyoun’s reply to those texts never came. Actually, Seungyoun still had to check them out. At first Wooseok thought that the other was just busy in that moment and that he would have replied, most probably, the next day… but Wooseok didn’t receive any reply even then. Seungyoun had always replied to Wooseok’s texts before, always. Even when he was extremely busy, even with just an emoji. That complete silence from Seungyoun put Wooseok in a weird and quite sour mood.
His mood only worsened when, on the 6th day since Seungyoun’s departure, Wooseok opened Instagram during his lunch break and noticed that Seungyoun had updated his Instagram Stories with some pictures taken in Japan. He had actually seen Wooseok’s texts on KakaoTalk, too, but still no reply. Was Seungyoun actually ignoring him? And why? Wooseok tried to convince himself that Seungyoun was just busy and put aside those weird thoughts. He didn’t even know why he cared, anyway.
His mood took a further hit later that night, when he received a text from Yohan: “Hyung, is Seungyounie-hyung in Tokyo, too?”
Wooseok furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at that question.
“Yeah, he’s there on a business trip. Why?"
“Me and Hangyul are hanging out in a gay club and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him here as well.”
Oh. So Seungyoun wasn’t so busy, after all. Still, he wasn’t replying to Wooseok’s texts.
“And so?”
“Nothing… I was just wondering if it was actually him.” Then another text: “He’s with a very hot and tall dude.”
Hot and tall… was that description even necessary? Wooseok rolled his eyes in annoyance and threw his phone on the bed. So Seungyoun was ignoring him, after all. Fine. Fuck Seungyoun. Wooseok could perfectly live without him. That was only Seungyoun’s loss, after all.
The next day, Wooseok couldn’t even greet Yohan properly when the latter came back from his honeymoon to Japan. Yohan was literally glowing, talking nonstop about Disneyland, showing Wooseok all the photos he and Hangyul had taken during the trip, showing him all the souvenirs they had bought, but actually Wooseok wasn’t listening to any of that. He just kept nodding and smiling, while his brain was completely focused on the fact that a whole week had passed since Seungyoun had left, so maybe he was already back in Seoul. Who cares. Wooseok had no intention to meet him, anyway. Not when Seungyoun had the guts to leave him on read like that.
Wooseok actually thought that in that moment. But when around 10pm he suddenly received a text from Seungyoun, Wooseok felt a sort of electricity in his whole body. He couldn’t quite define that sensation, and he didn’t even want to. He still wanted to keep his pride intact, though, so his initial plan was to ignore Seungyoun’s text for a few days. A few hours, at least. Just to get his revenge. Seungyoun had to get a taste of his own medicine. But then curiosity took over Wooseok and he ended up reading the text just a couple of minutes later.
“Nice photos!
I just came back to Seoul and I’m near your house, if you’re not busy can we meet?”
Wooseok was angry. What was that half-assed reaction to Wooseok’s amazing sexy photos? He was very pissed. But he was also horny, too, after a whole week without seeing Seungyoun. A part of him really wanted to say no, but…
“Ok.”
“Great, I’ll be there in ten.”
Wooseok quickly got up from his bed. What was he supposed to wear? Just a simple cute outfit was fine. Ah, his hair was a mess, too. When Wooseok received another text from Seungyoun that informed him that he was already in front of his house, Wooseok literally ran out of his bedroom as if he was late to his first day of work, or as if the end of the world was coming. Yohan, who was sitting on the couch in the living room watching some sappy drama, turned around to look at him with a questioning gaze.
«Yah, where are you going in such a hurry?»
«Seungyoun,» Wooseok curtly said, opening the front door of their apartment and getting out. That was an exhaustive enough answer, anyway.
When Wooseok walked out of his condo, the chilly November’s breeze hitting his face, he tried hard to look unbothered and to control the speed of his steps; he didn’t want to make noticeable the fact he had been running. But when he saw Seungyoun’s BMW parked on the other side of the street, waiting for him, he almost started to run again. He was so happy. Finally he was getting laid for good.
As soon as he reached the car and opened the door next to the passenger seat, he was welcomed by Seungyoun’s bright and wide smile, as usual. Wooseok got inside the car with a tiny smile on his lips as Seungyoun asked him, «Hi. How have you been?»
«I’m okay. How was your trip?»
«Ah, it went well, but I’ve been a bit busy… sorry for not replying sooner,» Seungyoun apologized, a sad puppy-like smile on his lips, and Wooseok suddenly remembered about the photos sent through KakaoTalk and the fact Seungyoun completely ignored them. Wooseok had totally forgotten about it for a minute.
«Whatever. You’re not obliged to reply all the times,» Wooseok reassured the other. He wasn’t angry anymore. Now it didn’t even sound like a big deal to begin with. Not when Seungyoun’s hair won’t stay in place and he kept passing a hand through it. Not when he looked so good.
«Anyway, Yohan is home so I can’t ask you to come over for some tea,» Wooseok said with a low husky voice, getting slightly closer, his hand casually landing on Seungyoun’s thigh. Seungyoun softly laughed at the obvious implication behind those words. Wooseok then asked, «Your place?»
«Mhhh… actually I came here because we need to talk,» Seungyoun admitted, destroying Wooseok’s enthusiasm way too soon.
«Talk?» Wooseok blurted out, confused. Since when they met just to talk? «About what?»
Seungyoun’s smile disappeared from his lips. His gaze fell on Wooseok’s hand that was still on his thigh. Wooseok got a very bad feeling from the other’s sudden seriousness.
«Wooseokie… let’s stop,» Seungyoun then said and Wooseok removed his hand from where it was placed. He was extremely confused, but it still seemed the best thing to do.
«Stop what?»
«Whatever relationship we have right now… I don’t want to do it anymore.»
Wooseok opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out, so he closed it again. In that moment he felt extremely weird. The feeling that invaded his whole body reminded him of something, something very far away, something of the past, but he didn’t know what. Actually, he didn’t even want to try to remember what specific memory that feeling was tied to. His mental stability didn’t need that.
«… Why?» Wooseok decided to ask after a long silence.
«I’ve met someone. I really like him and I want to date him properly. Sadly, having a sex friend isn’t contemplated,» Seungyoun explained, trying to smile again, and only then Wooseok finally connected the dots.
«The hot and tall guy you spent time with in Japan?» Wooseok blurted out before he could hold himself back. Seungyoun opened up in very a confused expression, so Wooseok hurried up to explain, «You know that Yohan went to Japan, too. He saw you in a club in Tokyo and told me.»
«Oh… Well, yeah.»
So that was the real reason why Seungyoun kept ignoring Wooseok the whole time. Not even bothering to reply to his texts until the moment he came back to Seoul. That cold reaction, too… and now that Wooseok was thinking about it, he realized that Seungyoun had neglected him not only during his trip to Japan, but even before that. In that last period he’d find a lot of excuses in order not to meet Wooseok, saying that he was busy because of work or that he just had something else to do.
Now everything made sense. So much sense that Wooseok felt like a complete fool, an idiot. He couldn’t believe he’d even let Seungyoun’s attitude effect his mood. He found it almost funny, in that moment. So funny that he snorted, nodding knowingly.
«Fine,» Wooseok stated, then, acting completely unbothered. He was literally smiling. «Yah, I can’t believe you came all the way here just to tell me this. You could’ve just sent me a text or block me on SNS,» he then laughed.
Wooseok had been ghosted and blocked everywhere from some of the guys he’d had casual relationships with when they decided that they didn’t want to see him anymore, and Wooseok was the type to do the same. That avoided extremely uncomfortable situations like that one he was currently in. But, of course, Seungyoun was different from the other guys. He was so considerate. He was genuinely nice.
Wooseok got further confirmation of how nice Seungyoun was when the latter opened up in a hesitant smile and said, «I still want to be your friend, though. I mean, just a friend.»
Wooseok didn’t want to be “just a friend”. He really didn’t. He was perfectly fine with Seungyoun being his friend with benefits. That sex friend that was easy and comfortable.
«Whatever,» Wooseok eventually answered, because saying “no” would have given Seungyoun the impression that Wooseok was actually effected by the whole thing, when, obviously, he wasn’t. He didn’t care at all.
«Okay,» Seungyoun mumbled. He looked maybe sad, or maybe uncomfortable, or maybe both. Wooseok couldn’t tell exactly.
«Are you angry?» Seungyoun asked again after a few seconds of complete silence.
«No,» Wooseok hurried to answer. «I’m happy, actually. I was getting tired of this as well, you were starting to become boring.»
Wooseok was being mean, and purposely so. Being an ass was the best way to protect himself and come out of that situation with his pride still intact. He wanted to look like the only winner in that moment, the cool one, the untouchable. Even the hurt look on Seungyoun’s face made Wooseok feel good and satisfied. Seungyoun deserved that: he broke their deal and treated Wooseok like an idiot.
«Well, see you around,» Wooseok wrapped up their conversation coldly, opening the car door and getting out. He closed the BMW door behind himself just in time to hear Seungyoun say, softly, «Bye, Wooseokie. Goodnight.»
While walking towards the entrance of his condo, the cold breeze hurting his eyes, Wooseok wondered how he was even supposed to find the courage to tell Yohan that, for once, he was right.
Eventually, Seungyoun had dumped Wooseok for real.