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<Jongseong>
“Heeseung-hyung? Hoon? Jungwon-ie?” Jongseong called out as he placed his shoes on the shoe rack. Receiving no response, he took his phone out of his pocket, looking through their respective schedules.
Heeseung would be coming back in the afternoon, just in time for lunch, while Sunghoon and Jungwon would both arrive back to their shared dormitory a bit later than lunch time. Jongseong glanced at his watch. It was only 10AM.
He made his way to their shared bedroom, shrugging off his jacket. He sighed blissfully once he flopped down onto his bottom bunk, feeling tiredness overcome his body. Why, oh why, did he choose an early class when he fully knew that he couldn’t wake up as early as before? Maybe Sunghoon was right, Jay could be such an idiot sometimes.
Oh well. There was no use in regretting what had already been decided. All he could do was move on.
Jongseong made sure to send Heeseung a message, telling his hyung to wake him up once he got back to their dorm so that he could cook lunch for them. With that done, he took off his spectacles, placing them on the floor beside him and immediately dug his face into his soft pillow.
He needed all the shut-eye he could get.
Cold…
Jongseong shivered, groaning. “Ugh…” He patted around, eyes still closed, for his blanket. However, he couldn’t feel it. Groggily, he opened his eyes, albeit reluctantly. He was still so d*mn tired, for goodness sake.
That weariness mostly disappeared when he realised that his blanket wasn’t the only thing that had vanished.
Where the h*ll were his clothes?!
He was fully naked, with even his underwear gone.
“The h*ll?” Jongseong muttered, disbelief etching onto his sharp features. How did this happen? Because he definitely couldn’t have stripped himself while he was asleep.
He blinked, trying to get more of the sleepiness out of his system. Think, Jongseong, think. He stared at the window, the afternoon rays shining into the room. He was certain they had been closed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep without his sleeping mask, with the light shining into his face and all. They had been closed, he was sure of it.
So, why were they open now?
Jongseong felt chills creep up his spine.
What. The. F*cking. H*ll.
The next thing he knew, while he was still processing everything, the door to their bedroom creaked open, Heeseung’s voice ringing out softly in a sing-song-like manner. “Jongseong-ah~”
Sh*t. Jay was absolutely horrified. His hyung — the hyung whom he had been crushing on for the past three years ever since he moved into this place (which could very well be on its way to being haunted ) — was going to see him in all his glory.
Helpless, Jongseong could only continue to look on with anxiety as Heeseung stepped into the room.
He quickly covered his male genitals with his hands. Sure, they might have seen each other’s junk before, but letting Heeseung see him like this was embarrassing. He’d like to think he had embarrassed himself in front of the older one enough already, thank you very much.
Besides, his hyung would most likely appreciate him for doing so, Jongseong thought. Heeseung was… Conservative.
And indeed, his hyung was now looking at him, doe eyes even bigger than usual.
“... Hy—” Jongseong’s breath caught when he saw the way Heeseung’s eyes darkened almost imperceptibly. However, it was probably a trick of the light, considering that he went back to looking very innocent the next moment. Plus, Jongseong wasn’t wearing his spectacles; his eyesight wasn’t the best at the moment and he’d have a hard time believing it if anyone were to tell him that the Ace, the Jack of all trades and master of all, Lee Heeseung, would ever want somebody like him. “Hyung.”
“Mmm, Jongseong-ah,” Heeseung said meekly. “What’s this?”
Jongseong let out a sheepish chuckle. “Something unthinkable happened, that’s all.” All the while, he made sure that his hands stayed in place, preserving the last of his dignity — if he really still had any left, that is. “Hey, hyung, could you get me some clothes? Just a shirt and a pair of shorts would do. They’re in my closet.”
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, lips straightening into a thin line. After a beat of silence passed, Jongseong started to shuffle nervously, wondering why the taller boy wasn’t saying anything.
It was a bad idea.
Stupid Jongseong.
Jongseong cursed internally when the rough surface of his palm accidentally rubbed against his head. His lower one. Outwardly, he bit his lip to bite back his moan.
Holy sh*t . Was he seriously that sensitive that such a small act could do that to him? He should be more careful.
But the only thing he could do now was to laugh loudly. “Heeseung-hyung, help me get some clothes, yeah? I can’t because—” He used his shoulder to gesture at the open curtains. “The curtain’s open and I’m not fond of showing my bare ass to anyone who could be watching. Sue me for my paranoia. And—” He was rambling now, panicking. “It’s getting cold,” he finished lamely, though it really was the truth. A second later, an idea popped into his mind. “Or, you could just close the curtains for me. Then, I could get my clothes myself.”
Heeseung hummed a reply, and Jongseong didn’t know what to make of it, until the other boy walked past him, towards the curtains. Thanking all the Gods above, Jongseong sighed in relief. Once the curtains were closed, the room getting darker, Jongseong gave a grateful nod in Heeseung’s way.
However, just as he was going to stand up from his bed, he felt Heeseung pat his bare shoulder.
Jongseong felt his heart beat faster, but did his best to keep a poker face. “What is it, hyung?”
Heeseung merely lifted his lips into a smile. Jongseong felt that he could just go and melt into a puddle right there.
“You’re still naked, Jay-ah.”
“Yeah.” Jongseong nodded. That was obvious. “The curtain’s closed now. No one will see me, so it should be fine.”
Heeseung raised his eyebrow once again, and Jongseong cursed the man for looking so hot like that. How could a person look so pure one second, then sexy the next? Jongseong was immensely grateful that his thing wasn’t acting up. Yet , a voice told him in the back of his mind. He ignored it.
“So, I’m no one, hmm?” Heeseung asked with a teasing lilt to his voice, dragging Jongseong back to reality. Jongseong opened his mouth, gaping, before he shook his head. Another nervous chuckle left his lips. “We’re friends, right, hyung? We see each other’s d*cks all the time,” he replied as nonchalantly as possible. He wasn’t prepared for the words that left his hyung’s mouth next.
“Then, why are you hiding it now?”
Jongseong stared, slack-jawed, at Heeseung. He got out of his stupor rather early this time, and cleared his throat. “Hyung, believe me, I’m doing you a favor by not showing it to you.”
The only response he received was a hum — and the flick of Heeseung’s gaze down to where his hands were.
Seeing that action, Jongseong knew his ears were burning; he felt it. He couldn’t help it anymore. He stood up, moving towards the bedroom door. “I’ll get my clothes myself.” He opened the door.
Except… It didn’t exactly open. It didn’t even budge one bit.
To say that Jongseong was confused was a severe understatement.
“What the— It’s locked.” He took in a deep breath, releasing a long sigh right after. This day had to be the most bewildering day of all the years he has lived.
What the h*ll was going on?! First, his blanket and clothes went missing, along with the fact that the curtains miraculously opened, without anyone actually opening them. And now, the bedroom door was locked with no plausible explanation at all!
Too deep in his wallowing, Jongseong didn’t notice Heeseung walking towards him until he saw a hand reach out from behind him, trying the door.
“It really is locked.”
Jongseong froze. He could feel his hyung’s body warmth, and Jongseong momentarily wondered how close they were.
“I told you so,” Jongseong said instead, ridding himself of those improper thoughts. He was naked, his body — and all his honest reactions — for Heeseung to see. He had to be very very careful, and his mind straying to scenarios of being pushed down by his hyung right then and there wasn’t a careful thing. Not at all.
“Sh*t,” Jongseong swore, sighing. “How did the door lock by itself?” He frowned. “Is the lock jammed or something?” He felt himself relax more once Heeseung’s warmth dissipated, signaling that his hyung had probably moved away from him. He could finally breathe more easily.
“I’ll message Sunghoon-ie to inform him about this. He can get the key from Taehyun. He’s our dorm president, after all, so the keys should be with him.”
Jongseong nodded, turning his head to give his hyung a grateful smile. His smile dropped the next moment. “That means…” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I have to be naked for the next hour or so?!”
He heard Heeseung erupt in laughter behind him, and he immediately sent the said hyung a glare. He only received a shake of the head. “It’s your fault for suddenly stripping yourself, Jay-ah.”
Jongseong sputtered, moving his whole body to face Heeseung, his hands falling back to their place in front of his d*ck. “I didn’t strip myself!” He was sure he didn’t… Right? He refrained from crossing his arms, opting to complain, “Sunghoon and Jungwon-ie won’t be here till an hour, the heater’s not on, I’m going to freeze in this room at this rate.”
Yeah, he should have just kept his mouth closed.
Before he could understand what was happening, Heeseung had taken his arm, pulling him onto the bed.
Many miraculous, weird happenings were occurring on this day.
This was another such incident.
Even Jongseong didn’t know how he’d get into this position — on his bed, under a blanket (taken from Heeseung’s bunk) with Heeseung , Heeseung spooning him from behind as he faced the wall, their legs tangled up.
It had all happened so quickly. Before he knew it, his hyung’s hands were already around his waist. His naked waist.
Jongseong’s brain short-circuited. “Hyung.” His face turned red. He could feel the ghost of Heeseung’s breath on the back of his neck. “You don’t have to hug me,” he croaked out. “The blanket’s enough to keep me warm.”
Heeseung’s only reply was a question. “Is it though?”
And then, Jongseong started to feel kisses peppering his nape, going down to the spine of his back.
Jongseong couldn’t help it anymore. He felt his blood rush down to his nether parts, his once soft d*ck growing hard. He immediately berated himself.
“Heeseung-hyung,” Jongseong hissed, reaching back to grab his hyung’s hair, pulling at it, bringing his head away from his now feverish skin. “Stop it. What the h*ll are you doing?”
Heeseung threw off the blanket he had thrown on them just a moment before. It was left forgotten on the floor.
With a yelp, Jongseong found himself on his back, Heeseung caging him from above, a dominating aura exuding from the taller man. Jongseong felt himself shrink back into the soft mattress, gulping nervously.
Heeseung grinned wolfishly, showing his perfect rows of teeth. “I’m going to keep you warm, Jongseong-ah.”