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Don’t ask him how it started, he honestly doesn’t know.
Okay, that's a lie, maybe he does know.
Jihoon's brother is Lee Seokmin. The man who's smile could rival the sun, innocence on par with a childs, can be friends with irrevocably anyone in three seconds and provides genuine delight? Yeah, that Lee Seokmin. And that Lee Seokmin is best friends with Kwon Soonyoung.
Kwon Soonyoung, who is the same age as Jihoon, whom he doesn't understand how he and his younger brother became friends in the first place despite Seokmin retelling him the story a million times. Soonyoung who is tied with every single person in his life and who he had never even met before. And everyone keeps telling Jihoon about how great of a man Soonyoung is, from the ahjumma at the local ramen shop, to the highschoolers who serve his coffee.
So it's only natural for Jihoon to hold some sort of grudge against the man, and to expect great things from him, with everyone saying just how great of a guy he is.
Seokmin had been pushing for the both of them to meet multiple times, and believe Jihoon when he says he loves his younger brother dearly, but forgive him if he can't find it in himself to get out of bed long enough or pull away from his work when he had just gotten an idea of the kind of sound he wanted to go with. He’s been told multiple times by multiple people that he was married to his work and never once had he corrected them.
After months of dodging the dreaded meet up, Chan (Jihoon's other brother) had called Jihoon to tell him that Seokmin was having a shitty week and was not being himself, so Jihoon - just to make his brother happy - had agreed to meet up with his best friend. Seokmin had been ecstatic.
Jihoon's first impression of Kwon Soonyoung was bad. Well, bad might be a slight exaggeration. Firstly, Soonyoung was late.
They were supposed to meet at a cafe near his house at three; however, Jihoon arrives at 3:15, wanting to delay the event for as long as possible. Instead of the man he expected to greet, he sees his brother sitting there alone, (which not only made him feel like an asshole, but also made him dislike Soonyoung even more). He arrives 20 minutes later, apologizing profusely and sweating heavily through his tank top, biceps on display, making Jihoon blush like a madman when Soonyoung greets him. He hates to admit it made him forget about his monetary anger.
So it was bad.
He would be a fool not to admit his brother’s best friend is attractive. Fortunately for him, his pride would never act on the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind, nor his morals.There has to be some rules about being with your brother's best friend, right?
After their awkward meeting, it was like the flood gates had been opened. Suddenly, Kwon Soonyoung is everywhere around him, all the time, every single day. Be it at a party, a family get together, at the gym, the local coffee shop- the list goes on. What's more irritating is Jihoon is always the one that notices him first, and it’s annoying that Soonyoung doesn't seem to care at all. Jihoon had known Soonyoung was basically friends with everyone he knew, but to this degree? It’s a bit overwhelming. Perhaps Soonyoung had always been there, in his peripherals, in his constant present, in the background of his life and Jihoon being the anti-social hermit that he is, never took notice.
Yet that wasn’t the current dilemma he was facing.
See, a few weeks or so ago, his dear brother Seokmin had called to ask him if he wanted to attend a dance showcase Soonyoung would be performing in, and Jihoon, with three cups of coffee in his system and a few bottles of gatorade, functioning solely to finish a project and that project alone, had dismissadly agreed, only remembering his promise to attend on the night of.
He quickly makes up for it, after several missed phone calls and text messages from Seokmin, confiding in Jeonghan whom he was pretty sure was having sex with Seungcheol at the time (he’s never calling Jeonghan again), and a frantic request for a ride with Mingyu and Wonwoo, he finally makes it to the theatre.
Seokmin had been angry, though not by much since, really, who can stay angry at Lee Jihoon?
To say Jihoon wasn’t expecting much was an understatement because he really didn’t understand how amazing Soonyoung would be. You see, when people had talked about Soonyoung before he officially met him, three common descriptions would pop up without fail; that Soonyoung was funny, handsome, and most importantly, an amazing dancer. Jihoon had doubted, of course, it was within his nature to do so. He figured it was something they told him, something similar to when an adult calls a child an amazing artist whenever they showcase their drawings.
Oh how wrong Jihoon had been.
When the lights turned low and Soonyoung had finally come out on stage, it felt like the very soul had left Jihoons body. Jihoon had already admitted Soonyoung was attractive, good looking, even, Jihoon had seen how good his profile was, so he had that handsome trait down pat. But now, Soonyoung is in tight leather pants, silk button up shirt with one too many buttons undone, a choker that hugs his thick neck, and heavy concentrated gaze fleeting across the audience. He was the very definition of sin.
He had somehow reminded Jihoon of every wet dream he ever had in his teenage adolescence, dark hungry eyes, shaggy hair and big big hands. If Soonyoung had asked him to have sex right then and there, Jihoon would accept without a second thought, audience be damned.
Kwon Soonyoung was hot. And Lee Jihoon was foolishly falling for his charms.
After the show, Jihoon had to step out with the lame excuse of "getting fresh air" and Seokmin had bought it, though not without saying, "Your cheeks are really red, hyung." Jihoon hopes his cheeks didn't turn any darker.
When they met Soonyoung for dinner afterwards, (Seokmin had failed to inform him they were getting dinner in the first place, and in normal circumstances Jihoon would agree but after the thoughts he had had running around…) but really, who can say no to Seokmin?
Seokmin was keen on celebrating, though celebrating what was lost on both Jihoon and Soonyoung. And Seokmin's form of celebration is, of course, alcohol.
After one too many shots shared between the three, Seokmin passed out in the backseat of Soonyoung's car, Jihoon lucid but still tipsy and Soonyoung looking more than sober.
They hand Seokmin off to Joshua when they reach his apartment, who fusses over him worriedly but talks about confiscating his plushies as soon as he wakes up.
Soonyoung offers him a ride home and Jihoon is stupid enough to agree. Soonyoung asks him if he needs help getting up the stairs and he is drunk enough to say yes. Soonyoung questions if he needs anything else and he is foolish enough to ask him to stay the night. But if there was one thing Soonyoung was weak for, it was the Lee's.
******
Soonyoung's phone rings on the bedside table, he moves to answer it, earning a whine from Jihoon seated on top of him.
"It's your brother." He says to Jihoon, who pouts.
"Just text him later. Tell him you were busy doing something." He reasons, running his palms up and down Soonyoung's chest.
Soonyoung laughs, "He's just gonna keep calling until I answer. Besides, you're just being pissy cause if I answer the phone, I won't fuck you like you want me to."
"I've been begging, Soonyoung." He grumbles, trying to move his hips a little, gasping when Soonyoung pinches his side firmly.
"How about this, baby. If you work yourself on my cock while I talk to your brother without making any noise, I'll fuck you as hard as you want, as many times as you want after, okay?"
Jihoon bites his lips, nodding eagerly, Soonyoung smirking before answering the phone with an even voice.
Jihoon rolls his hips slowly, sighing at the thrum of pleasure shooting up his spine, Soonyoungs cock brushing his prostate minutely even without trying. He can barely hear Soonyoung talking below him, he supposes he can tell him what Seokmin said later. Right now he was rather preoccupied with bigger issues. Yes, a huge issue.
Jihoon looks down at Soonyoung, who's had his heavy gaze set at Jihoon's face the entire time. Despite answering whatever questions it was Seokmin was asking with hums, it was clear even to a blind man that Soonyoung wasn't paying attention at all. Jihoon smirks. If Soonyoung wanted to be entertained, then he'd give him a show.
He rolls his hips faster then grabs Soonyoung's hand that had been roaming his body, squeezing his thigh and slapping his ass lightly. He puts Soonyoungs finger into his mouth, eyes rolling, using his other hand to play with his nipple.
Soonyoung curses below him, "Fucking hell." Then apologizing quickly to Seokmin, "I, um, stubbed my toe." Jihoon grins around his fingers, letting out a quiet moan, hole squeezing around Soonyoungs cock, "Shit."
Soonyoung glares at him. He smirks, licking up the length of Soonyoungs fingers seductively, as if to say, 'what are you gonna do about it?'
He got his answer soon enough. Hurriedly clamping his phone between his ear and shoulder, Soonyoung uses the hand that wasn't in Jihoons mouth to grip his hip tightly before thrusting upwards roughly. Jihoon bites Soonyoung's fingers in surprise, suckling on them in apology, trying to hold back his moans as Soonyoung fucks up into him.
"What? Oh, that sound? Sorry, it's the TV. Some horror thing..." Soonyoung smirks below him, setting an unrelenting pace as Jihoon tries to hold back his moans, steadying himself with his hands splayed out onto Soonyoungs chest for dear life. "Sorry, I'm exercising…." Soonyoung pants.
Suddenly, he sits up, gripping Jihoons waist tightly before slamming him down onto the bed. Jihoon lets out a loud yelp of surprise. Soonyoung glares at him which Jihoon blearily registers through his tear filled eyes. Then he gasps when Soonyoungs cock jabs at his prostate violently, back arching off the bed.
"Seokmin, can you hold on a second? Yeah, just for a second. I gotta deal with something real quick." Then he mutes himself without waiting for an answer. "What did I tell you about keeping quiet, baby?" He questions, gripping Jihoons thighs, spreading them as far as they could go and ramming into Jihoons tight heat without cease. Jihoon moans loudly, hand grasping Soonyoungs.
"Ah- ah! Soon- young! Fuck! Right there! Please please please-!"
Soonyoung laughs, "Look at you, baby. Such a little slut for me. For my cock, huh?" Jihoon isn't able to form a coherent thought as Soonyoung plows into him, much less an answer. "Do you get turned on by this? Knowing your brother could catch us at any moment? Knowing there's a possibility of him listening to me fuck your brains out with my cock, huh?"
Jihoons sobs, "Please- Ah! Please Soonyoung! Ah ah ah!"
Soonyoungs clicks his tongue, "You don't know how to quiet down, huh? Want us to get caught, hm? Want your brother to know his hyung loves getting fucked hard by his best friend?"
Jihoon keens, toes curling as the blunt head of Soonyoung's cock relentlessly hits his prostate, "F-fuck! S-Soonyoung! Ah! Right there! Oh my god, right there! Oh shit, oh shit-"
Soonyoung growls, "You're such a brat, Jihoon. What do you think your brother would say? What do you think he would do knowing you go dumb for my cock?”
Jihoon whimpers.
“You can’t even speak properly. Perhaps I should send him a picture, hm? Show him what you look like beneath me? How much you love how I make you feel? How good it feels, yeah? Maybe then you’ll shut up and listen to me.”
With Sooyoung's filthy dirty talk and his relentless stimulation on his prostate, Jihoon comes without warning. He sobs in relief but knew it was gonna be short lived considering Soonyoung hasn’t come yet.
“Since you won’t be quiet like a good boy, I’ll just have to make you shut up and take it.” Soonyoung wraps a hand around his throat, rams into him harder, faster. Jihoon’s body loose and pliant beneath him, helpless to do anything, not even moan as he twitches in overstimulation.
The lack of oxygen is thrilling, exhilarating in fact, Jihoon wonders why they hadn’t tried it before. Soonyoung has an ungodly amount of stamina, something he had to discover the third time they slept together and he had to feign sickness because he couldn’t move for three days straight. Soonyoung made up for it by taking care of him, but still.
Soonyoung picks up his phone again, unmuting himself and somehow manages to control his voice, “Minnie? Sorry I took so long, I’m trying to help my neighbour catch her cat.”
Jihoon eyes are prickling with tears, saliva drooling from his mouth, his release all over his stomach, squirming as Soonyoung abuses his hole repeatedly. But he barely brings himself to care.
Soonyoung’s voice is strained as he speaks, hips slamming into his, the dirty slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. His eyebrows furrowed, arms straining as he tried to control his grip on Jihoons throat. The way his dark hair sticks to his forehead, body slick with sweat, glistening under the moonlight. It’s truly a sight to see. It makes him feel a sense of pride knowing this is affecting Soonyoung as much as it is him.
Soonyoungs eyes meet his own half lidded one.
“Fuck.” He breaths, “Listen, Seokmin, I really have to go. The cat is trying to get away from me again. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Then he hangs up.
He arches over Jihoon, letting go of his throat and gripping his thighs harshly as he thrust faster. “Fuck, baby. You know what you do to me when you look at me like that?”
Jihoon only answers with a moan, legs and arms wrapped around Sooyoung's form, clinging on him as he thrust inside him animalistically.
“Look at you baby, so fucking pretty.” Soonyoung latches his mouth to the side of Jihoons neck, sucking in new bruises harshly into the skin.
Jihoon’s toes curl, eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Soo-nyoung ah! I’m ah gon-na come ah ah ah!”
“Yeah? Come for me, baby. Come like the good boy you are,”
Jihoon doesn’t need to be told twice. Biting Soonyoung’s shoulder to muffle his scream, Jihoons second orgasm comes like a crashing wave. He trembles in relief.
“Shit.” Soonyoung groans, coming inside him shortly after, painting his inner walls white.
They’re both breathing harshly, bodies still connected, dirty with come and sweat. Soonyoung presses kisses to his face and shoulder sweetly, humming apologies into his skin. Then he captures his lips, different from the punishing press of their lips before, this one was slow, sickly sweet.
They break apart when the need for air becomes too much. Soonyoung gazes down at him lovingly, humming appreciatively when Jihoon runs his hand through his sweaty hair before resting his palm on his cheek. Soonyoung presses a small kiss to it.
“You okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I? You’re not hurt?” Soonyoung asks worriedly.
Jihoon hums, “I’m fine. Might be sore for a while but it was nothing I didn’t enjoy.” He gives him a peck on the cheek, smiling, “You didn’t hurt me at all, okay? So stop worrying.”
Soonyoung sighs, “Fine. But use your safe word next time, okay? I was really worried when you didn’t move for a while.”
He laughs but his voice comes out slightly scratchy, “I’m fine, okay Youngie? No need to worry your pretty little head over me. I’m strong,” he runs his hands up and down Soonyoung’s back comfortingly, reassuringly. “In fact, you are welcomed to fuck me like that again any day.” Then he gives a teasing smile.
Soonyoung huffs, burying his head in between Jihoon’s shoulder and neck, inhaling Jihoons scent. They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other, enjoying each other's general presence. Minutes pass, Jihoon’s come has practically dried between them and despite the uncomfortable position, the both of them are practically asleep.
“Jihoon?” Soonyoung calls, breaking their silence. Jihoon hums in acknowledgement. Soonyoung lifts his head up, leveling their eyes, “ I love you, you know?”
Jihoon smiles at him widely, pecking him shortly on the lips before resting their foreheads together, “I know.” Gives him another peck, “I love you too.”
Soonyoung grins, meeting his lips shortly after.
******
Sleeping with Kwon Soonyoung was never a part of Jihoon's plan. Frankly speaking, his entire existence was never part of Jihoons plan to begin with.
Jihoon had always prided himself with thinking ahead of time, his knack for predicting what comes next often comes in handy with his day to day life; makes him reliable, independent. He'd always been careful with his relationships, always been wary with who he lets into his life. Always had to make sure his family approved of them, liked them.
And yeah, maybe it's led more than one relationship to ruin but really, he came out unscathed. They'd curse him out, cry over him; he would never budge.
But Soonyoung was different, wasn't he? Soonyoung knows what his world is like, what his environment is without ever meeting him. Soonyoung is familiar. Jihoon saw no point in being wary with him, he saw no point in being careful not to fall because for once, Soonyoung actually fucking understands him.
Rookie mistake, huh?
Jihoon didn't even know the feeling was mutual until Soonyoung kissed him back with equal amount of enthusiasm the night of his showcase. How the fuck was he supposed to predict falling in love with him?
But that's the thing isn't it? With past relationships he was planning every step of the way. Predicting when they were gonna end, what they were gonna say. And he hasn't been wrong yet. But he never planned for Soonyoung. Never predicted anything. Never tried to be careful.
Guess that's where he failed.
That said, Jihoon never regretted their first time together (maybe in the moment he was panicking internally because what the actual fuck is he doing). Granted he doesn't remember much of what happened because of his inebriated state but based on the morning after, he had to say it was pretty good on his end.
Their second time together took place immediately after that.
He had woken up to an empty bed, a pounding headache and a sore ass. Soonyoung himself nowhere to be found.
At first Jihoon had rejoiced at the fact that Soonyoung's apartment was barren, all the better right? Removes the hassle of navigating an awkward morning after. But it was short lived because just as he was about to pocket his phone and shimmy through Soonyoungs halls, praying that no nosy neighbour of his would witness his walk of shame, Soonyoung comes back home in all of his sweaty post workout glory, breakfast and coffee in hand, smirking when his eyes land on Jihoon.
"Oh, are you leaving?" He had asked, setting his things on the counter before making a slow stride towards Jihoon, "Without even saying goodbye? That's very rude, baby. Afterall, I've been such a generous host."
Then promptly pinned him against the wall, smacked his lips against Jihoons in a dizzying kiss and brought him back into the bedroom without giving Jihoon a chance to think.
Hours after, Jihoon panting and staring up at the Soonyoung's cracked ceiling with watery eyes, Soonyoung pressing kisses into his hair and skin, Jihoon realizes he was quite literally fucked.
******
The shrill sound of a phone ringing Jihoon recognizes as his own interrupts their blissful silence.
“Soonyoung.” He calls when the other man doesn’t get off of him. Soonyoung only responds with a hum and continues his ministrations like it was his duty to mark every square inch of Jihoon's neck. The phone keeps ringing. Soonyoung keeps kissing. “It could be important,” he reasons, biting off a moan when he licks a particular spot. Soonyoung sighs, rolling off of him with reluctance long enough for Jihoon to reach for his phone on the bedside table, rolling his eyes when Soonyoung immediately starts pressing kisses into his back.
Jihoon absently runs his hands through Soonyoungs hair behind him as he answers the phone, “Hello?”
“Jihoon-ah, why are you ignoring my texts?” Jeonghan’s questioning voice reaches him.
As soon as Jihoon registers it, he immediately sits up, ignoring Soonyoung’s whine.
“Hyung! I, uh, I’m sorry-” he checks his phone. 57 unread messages. Shit. He clears his throat, trying to come off as casual as possible, “I was, uhm, busy! Yeah, with a project. Been, uh, at my studio all day, sorry about that.”
“Your studio?” Jeonghans asks sceptically. Shit he can practically feel Jeonghan raising his eyebrows at him.
“ Yup. Been there all day. You know me, right?"
A pause, “Jihoon, do you know how I know you are lying right now?”
Jihoon winces, but tries to play it off, “I’m not lying, hyung.”
“Jihoon-ah, I am standing in your studio right now. The same studio you claim to be in as well but there seems to be an obvious lack of you in it.”
Shit.
Jihoon swallows thickly, “I’m sorry I lied, hyung. I’m, uh, at home right now. I’ve just been too lazy to go out.”
“Mmm, do you wanna know how I know you’re still lying to me?” Jihoon stays quiet. “Because Cheol is at your apartment right now and guess what? You’re not there either.”
Well fuck. Jihoon absolutely regrets the day he decided his hyungs were trustworthy enough to be given spare keys to Jihoons sanctuaries.
“I’m sorry..?”
“Come to your studio now.”
Jihoon hangs his head, nodding even though Jeonghan couldn’t see him, “Yes, hyung.”
“And bring your boy toy Soonyoung too.”
Jihoon’s eyes widened, “How did you-?”
“I have my ways, Jihoon. Now you better be at your studio in 20 minutes or else you will suffer the consequences.” Then he promptly hangs up without another word.
Jihoon slowly turns to Soonyoung, who had been lazily teasing his neck.
“We’re screwed.”
******
“God, how are you so hot?”
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that, baby. I guess I was just born this way.”
“Ugh, I hate it when you’re cocky.”
“No, you don’t. You love how dominating I am. You love it when I- Jihoon!”
“Mmm, you were saying?”
Soonyoung hisses sharply, gritting his teeth when Jihoon sucks harshly on his tip. He groans when Jihoon takes him in deeper, sucking and slurping his girth with fervour, bobbing his head enthusiastically.
"Jesus christ, Jihoon, slow down."
Jihoon only answers with a harsh suck, twisting whatever he couldn’t reach with his hand, making Soonyoung groan. Jihoon feels so dirty like this. On his knees, sucking the life out of Soonyoung after hastily leaving Jeonghan and Seungcheol's housewarming party (Separately, of course). They weren't even in the bedroom, too eager to get to each other's body that they settled for the nearest flat surface which happened to be the kitchen counter, (Soonyoung swears he's gonna sanitize it later).
Suddenly, Soonyoung grabs his chin, dragging him up to claim his mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing the moan Jihoon lets out. He switches their positions so Jihoon is the one leaning on the counter, then lifts him up, settling in between his thighs. Jihoon threads his fingers through Soonyoungs hair, pulling him closer as Soonyoung peppers kisses into his jaw and neck.
“Mmm, I missed you so much.” Jihoon sighs, feeling Soonyoung grin into his skin.
Soonyoung meets his mouth in a gentle kiss, “Miss me or my cock?”
Jihoon offers a cheeky smile, “I missed you." He reassures, "Though I admit, two weeks without your dick only makes me miss you more.”
Soonyoung snorts but groans when Jihoon grabs his still exposed dick. Jihoon uses the precum that dribbles out of his slit to lubricate Soonyoung's cock, thumbing his tip, smirking when Soonyoungs breath gets harsher. As Jihoon tugs and pulls at his cock, Soonyoung lets his head fall on Jihoon's shoulder, trying to keep himself from coming too soon, thinking up ways to return the favor to Jihoon.
Then he grabs Jihoon by the hips, surprising the smaller boy when he pulls him to sit on one of his thighs, effectively stopping Jihoons hand movements.
"What are you doing?"
Soonyoung smirks, "Ride my thighs, baby."
Jihoon had to stop himself from orgasming with his words.
Not trusting his voice, he starts moving his hips, eyes rolling when his hardness comes in contact with Soonyoung's thick thighs. Soonyoung's hands settle on his ass, not much controlling rather than guiding, squeezing the supple flesh beneath the fabric of his jeans.
Jihoon pulls Soonyoung closer, resting their foreheads together, close enough that Jihoon can smell the sweet scent of some sort of lemon candy Soonyoung always kept in his pocket, and Jihoon can't resist having a taste. When Soonyoung kisses him, it feels like his whole body was zapped by electricity, sending tingles down his spine and tightening the coil in his stomach, bringing him closer and closer to his peak.
He tells Soonyoung as such and Soonyoung responds by attaching his lips to Jihoons neck, hands on his ass moving to his hips, guiding them faster and faster until Jihoon bites Soonyoung's shoulder to muffle his scream as his orgasm shakes through him like an earthquake.
Soonyoung runs his hands through his hair, caressing him in reassurance, comforting him as he twitches. When Jihoon has finally calmed down, he realizes Soonyoung is still hard, but that seemed to be the least of his lovers' concerns at the moment.
"You didn't come," he states, still in a slight daze.
Soonyoung kisses him on the temple reassuringly, "I'm fine, baby."
Pushing Soonyoung away slightly, Jihoon jumps off the counter, kneeling in front of him once again, taking Soonyoung's cock into his eager mouth, moaning at the heavy weight that settles inside him. With the endless teasing and Jihoon's skillful mouth combined, it didn't take long for Soonyoung to come, a low groan echoing through the small room as Jihoon laps up his release with a hungry tongue.
In contrast to his previous dominating grip, Soonyoung ruffles his hair lightly, slightly patting him on the head, offering Jihoon a cheeky smile when he looks up. Jihoon rolls his eyes but smiles back nevertheless because how could he not? Sure the sex is great (who is he kidding, the sex is amazing) but Jihoon didn’t love Soonyoung for the sex, he loved him for his eveything.
So he stands up after tucking Soonyoung back in his trousers, wraps his arms around his lover, his Soonyoung and just breaths. His pants are dirty and his mouth tastes like come but he can barely bring himself to care when Soonyoung wraps his strong arms around his waist and just...holds him there.
“Soonyoung…” Jihoon calls. Soonyoung hums in acknowledgement to show that he’s listening but doesn’t push him to say something when Jihoon stays quiet, he only waits for him. He always waits for him. “I missed you."
He doesn't see it, but he can feel Soonyoung smile into his hair before he kisses his temple, "I know, baby." He meets his eyes, "I missed you too. So much."
Heart swelling with affection, he kisses Soonyoung with all he can convey, all the things words can’t say. He pours all his emotions through his lips, through his songs, his lyrics. The way his finger tunes his guitar, plays the piano, creating a symphony that are all declarations of love, of loyalty, all for one man. And Soonyoung knows this.
Just as Jihoon sings for him, Soonyoung dances. Be it on stage in front of the entire student body and faculty or the privacy of a practice room at three am in the morning when the world is dead asleep, Soonyoung dances for Jihoon. A minor flick of his wrist of the slight twitch of his foot, all of them are promises, confessions.
And they swear they will never love another.
******
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to come here unannounced?” Joshua asks worriedly.
“Hyung, you worry too much,” Seokmin laughs.
“I know I said I love you and all but I really wish to graduate first before I die.”
“Aish you’re so dramatic hyung. You’ll be fine. My brother may be intimidating but it’s all for show. Underneath it all, he’s just a big fluffy cat,” He reassures, rolling his eyes at Joshua’s doubtful gaze.
“That’s cause you’re his brother, Min. You haven’t seen how he is with everyone else. I sometimes worry he’s gonna murder me for even touching you.”
He giggles but takes both his boyfriends hands in his, kissing his cheek in reassurance, “You’ve nothing to worry about, hyung. We’re just here to check on Jihoon-hyung to make sure he isn’t dead. I can’t have my brother dying on me, no matter how threatening he may look.” Then he smiles smugly, “Besides, if you’re really that scared, you can just hide behind me. I’ll protect you!”
Joshua rolls his eyes, “Oh my knight in shining armour.” He states sarcastically.
They move to Jihoon’s apartment door, Seokmin taking out his spare keys and unlocking it. The first thing they notice is how dark the apartment is. His brother has always been known to be a nocturnal but Seokmin doubts he can even see a sliver or silhouette of anything if it wasn’t for the light of the hallway.
After switching on the light, they move about investigating the apartment.
“At least he’s been eating,” Seokmin says, pointing towards the sink which was filled with dirty dishes, not noticing the second plate or cups.
After a few minutes of investigating the apartment for signs of life, Seokmin is surprised to deduce that the apartment is clean. Lived in. The obvious lack of coke cans and takeout, and the absence of laundry on the floor is the most shocking of all. Seokmin can’t help but wonder if his older brother finally pulled his shit together.
“He might be sleeping.” Joshua speaks up, “Do you wanna wake him up?”
“Just cause his apartment is clean doesn’t mean he isn’t dead.”
He nods, “Good point.”
Carefully opening the bedroom door, Seokmin isn’t surprised to find it so dark but it’s significantly less clean than the living room.
“Hyung?” He calls out into the darkness, relieved when the mass on the bed shifts slightly from the disturbance. Seokmin moves closer, “Hyung, come on, get up. How long have you been asleep for?” He almost trips on a stray shoe but balances himself and curses. “Shua-hyung, can you switch on the lights please? I can barely see.”
A groan is heard from the bed when the light switches on, Jihoon burying himself under the covers more.
The voice sounds deeper than his hyungs, making him wonder just how long had Jihoon been asleep for his voice to end up so hoarse.
Seokmin goes to move the blanket, “Come on, hyung. It;s time to wake up-” But his voice dies in his throat, a shocked gasp leaving him when he meets eyes with his very shirtless best friend instead.
Soonyoung is squinting at him, not seeming to understand what's happening in his waking up state but once he does his eyes widen and he sits up, causing the blanket to shift and reveal that he had been entirely naked beside an also very naked Jihoon. The commotion causes Jihoon to stir and he meets eyes with his brother, sitting up immediately afterwards.
“Min, we can explain.” Jihoon says.
Seokmin doesn’t reply, just continues staring at them with betrayal in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His brother and his best friend in the same bed together, naked.
Without giving them a second glance, Seokmin leaves. He ignores the calls from his boyfriend and brother, ignores the tears welling in his eyes. There’s a ringing in his ear, a high pitched jingle that sounds awfully like the wind chimes his mother had hung on the porch back home. It reminds him of when he had introduced Soonyoung to the rest of his family, his big brother absent. He wonders, between all those visits, holidays and birthdays, when did it all start.
It makes him wonder if he had been the only one fooled by their charades, if he was the only one foolish enough to fall for their act. He thought they hated each other. They certainly didn't give him any other reason to think otherwise. But fuck—
"Seokmin!"
He ignores the calls of his name behind him, just continues walking, desperate to get away from the apartment, desperate to run away.
“You keep running away when things get hard, Minnie.” His brother had said when he came home for the 5th time that month crying because of soccer practice. “You know I can’t always be around for you.”
Seokmin knew, of course he did. It 's been bugging him for the past six months. The thought that his older brother will no longer be by his side to protect him. It only adds insult to injury when some kids from a different school would mock him for relying on his big brother so much.
“I know- hyung- I- I’m really sorry.” He manages to get out between sniffles. His brother sighs from where he was putting a bandaid on his leg. He gets up, ruffling his younger brother's hair affectionately.
“It’s okay, Minnie. No one is pressuring you to keep playing. If you hate it that much, I’ll talk to mom about you stopping, okay?”
Seokmin snaps his head up, looking up at his older brother with a sniffle, “You….You’d do that, hyung?”
Jihoon gives him a sweet smile, “Of course. Anything for my brother.”
"Seokmin!"
He gets snapped out of his reverie by a hand tugging him backwards, falling onto the sidewalk into a shaky embrace. A car whoshes past, honking loudly as it drives away.
"Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Joshua asks worriedly, tears filling his eyes. "Fuck, don't do that! Oh my god don't run off into the road like that, okay? You almost gave me a heart attack!" His boyfriend says shakily, pulling him into a hug.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I just….I can't look at them right now." He whispers, sniffling.
"It's okay, baby. We can go home, okay? We'll talk to them about it some other time."
"No. I don't want to see either of them ever again."
"Min…"
"They betrayed me, hyung! What do you not understand?"
"Min, pleas-"
"Seokmin!"
They both look up to see Soonyoung and Jihoon running towards them, frantic.
"Leave me alone." He growls.
"Min, please. We just want to explain-" Soonyoung tries.
Seokmin launches at him, "There's nothing to explain you bastard! You made a fucking promise! I told you my brothers were off limits as one of your fucking conquests–!"
"Seokmin, get off of him!" Jihoon cries, trying to pry his hands off Soonyoung's shirt. Joshua is trying to hold back his arms, trying to calm him down but all Seokmin sees is red.
"You asshole! I thought we were in understanding! He's my brother! You're not supposed to be-!"
"Min, let go of him!" Joshua demands.
"Stay the fuck out of this, hyung! This is between me and Soonyoung-!"
"Then what about me, Min?!" Jihoon questions, "This isn't his fault. I took part in it as much as him. I wanted this as much as-"
"You don't know what you want!" Seokmin screams, "You never do! You take shit care of yourself! Thats why me and all of your fucking friends have to step in all the time cause you don't care about your own well being!" Seokmin loosens his grip on Soonyoung's shirt, stepping towards his brother instead.
"Don't you understand? I'm trying to help you! To save you! Soonyoung is bad for you and I won't stand by and watch him break your heart because he got tired of fucking the same perso-!"
A resounding slap echoes in the air.
"Don't you ever," Jihoon seethes, "Talk about my boyfriend that way. You may be my brother, Seokmin, but I can hate you all the same."
Seokmin and Joshua watch as both Soonyoung and Jihoon walk away.
******
It's silent when they arrive at Jihoon's apartment.
Jihoon's head pounds with an oncoming headache as he tries to decipher all he'd heard. It doesn't make any sense.
He knows he isn't very social, fuck he doesn't even interact with people outside of his friend group unless it was for a project. It seemed very likely that he could've missed a few things.
But this was Soonyoung he was talking about. Soonyoung who constantly has a hundred thousand people buzzing around on campus everyday talking about him simply because he paid for a few hoobaes's meals. None of that added up to him sleeping around. Everyone always talked about him in good faith.
It's better if he asks the man himself.
"What did he mean by it?"
Soonyoung looked up from where he had been intensely staring at the flowerpot on the table, surprised, "By what?"
Jihoon bites his lip, avoids his gaze, "When he said I couldn't be one of your…..conquests?"
Soonyoung sighs heavily, pats the space on the couch next to him. Jihoon sits down beside him cautiously, worried Soonyoung might change his mind about telling him.
"I have a confession to make."
"Okay…"
"You…." He swallows the lump in his throat, "You won't judge me for it, right?"
Jihoon smiles reassuringly, encouragingly holding his hands, "Unless you tell me you've murdered someone, no," he jokes.
Soonyoung only offers a small smile, then returns his gaze to the flowerpot, thinking. A few minutes pass before he speaks again, "From the last year of highschool to the first few years of college I was something akin to a…..playboy," he says lowly, then quiets, looking up at Jihoon through his lashes to see his reaction.
What he expected to be Jihoon's face scrunched up in disgust, he was surprised to find the younger pursing his lips tightly as if suppressing a smile.
"Don't laugh at me!" he whines, pushing Jihoon away by the shoulder.
Jihoon laughs, "I'm sorry! It's just-"
"We're having a serious conversation here, Jihoonie!"
He lets out a few breathy chuckles before his laughter dies down. He looks to Soonyoung expectantly, his smile not yet dissipating.
Soonyoung huffs but continues, "I dated and slept around with a lot of people back then. Admittedly not the proudest moments of my life. Left a trail of broken hearts everywhere I went. Seokmin had wanted me to stop since I wasn't the type to do that sort of thing. But I'd continued anyway.
"Eventually one of my hookups came to me telling me she was pregnant."
"What?"
"It was a false positive!" he reassures, "but it was enough of a wake up call for me to sit back and think about what the fuck I was doing." He sighs heavily. Jihoon squeezes his hand tightly. "The more I looked back on it the more I realized the entire reason I slept with all of those people was because I was trying to get over you."
"What?" Jihoon gulps, "We- you- back then- highschool?"
Soonyoung laughs humorlessly, "Yeah. Highschool."
Jihoon gapes at him, "We went to the same school? How come I don't remember you?"
"Okay, well firstly, ouch. And secondly, Min told me he's told you a dozen times how we met and he has said he doubts you remember me back then either," he says, "Me and Min met in highschool but we weren't that close."
"You knew me as Min's brother back then too?"
"No, not at first," he mutters, "At first I only knew you as the kid who kept messing up playing Beethoven's 5th symphony everyday in the music room. I remember thinking "What is that weirdo doing?" It got annoying everytime I passed by but one day the door was cracked when I passed and I saw you.”
Soonyoung smiles at him genuinely, “I remember thinking you were insanely pretty and way out of my league,” he admits softly, "Then, overtime, I started seeing you everywhere and I started really noticing you. I developed a crush embarrassingly quickly, you didn't even know me." Soonyoung looks down, smile dissipating, "I found out you were Min's brother when I came by your house one day. Saw your picture on the wall. I made an offhand remark that you were cute but Min said both of his brothers were off limits. By then I was already practically in love with you.
"In all honesty I never forgot about you. I'm pretty sure I never really got over you either. Which is why it was so easy for me to fall in love with you all over again when I met you with Min that day." Soonyoung brings Jihoon's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the skin, "You were just as pretty as I remembered," he whispers, enough for Jihoon to hear, revelling in the blush that rises on the younger man's cheeks as they stare at each other.
Jihoon isn't sure who leans in first but the next thing he knows he's straddling Soonyoung, his arms wrapped around his boyfriends head pulling him closer as if they weren't close enough. A moan is ripped from Jihoon's throat when Soonyoung guides his hips to grind down against him.
"Fuck, Jihoon," he pants, "You're so pretty. I can't get enough of you." Soonyoung groans, licking at his jaw.
Jihoon hums, his hands finding the band of Soonyoung's sweatpants, fishing the older man's cock out.
"I'm still loose from last night," he informs against Soonyoung's lips, breathing raggedly. They take off the rest of their clothes without much finesse, too eager to get to each other's skin.
Jihoon spits on his hand and wets Soonyoung's length with it, Soonyoung groans but halts the smaller man when he hovers his hole over it, "Shouldn't we get some lube, baby? I don't want to hurt you."
Jihoon whines, "You won't hurt me. Now get inside me already."
Soonyoung's protests are silenced by a kiss as Jihoon slips his hard on between the valley of his ass, then without much warning, sinks down on it. Jihoon whimpers, tears pricking his eyes at the stretch while the taller runs soothing hands down his sides to calm his breathing.
"Take your time, baby. You're doing so well," he praises into his skin.
Then Jihoon rolls his hips forward, a loud moan echoing throughout the apartment, Soonyoung's hands on his ass grips harshly into the plump skin, sure to leave bruises the morning after but Jihoon can barely bring himself to care.
"I want- ah! I want to cum-! Mmm!" Jihoon pants out.
Soonyoung nods, heeding his request, hands moving to his hips to hold him better, thrusting upwards, skin slapping in a harsh rhythm. Jihoon's back arches like a strung bow as Soonyoung's cock nudges his prostate minutely, eyes rolling to the back of his head as pleasure courses through his veins.
He grabs Soonyoung's shoulder frantically as the coil in his stomach becomes unbearable, a mere 'Ah- Ah!' the only warning he gives before the coil snaps and he comes undone between them, body shaking as his orgasm courses through.
Soonyoung is shushing him, an attempt to soothe. Contrary to that, his hips continue moving almost animalistically, groan escaping him and all Jihoon can do is sob into his shoulder in overstimulation before Soonyoung comes too.
It isn't hours after, Jihoon curled up against Soonyoung's tan chest in his bed, drawing absent circles against his pectorals that Soonyoung asks, "What are you going to do about Min?"
There is a pregnant pause before Jihoon continues his ministrations, "Despite all the hurtful things we've said, me and Min are still brothers, Young. A petty fight isn't gonna change that."
Then Jihoon sits up, pressing a palm against his chest and looking him in the eyes, "My question is, what are you going to do about it?"
Soonyoungs sighs. Deep and heavy. Tired. "I don't know, Hoon. I guess we just have to wait for him to come to terms with our relationship. If not? Then I guess he's just gonna have to deal with it."
He meets Jihoon's eyes, casted down in guilt, "Hey, what are you so worried about? If I know Min, I know he's gonna come around eventually."
He sighs, "I know. I just can't help but think that maybe…...if I hadn't asked you to stay that night there wouldn't be such a strain in your relationship with him."
"You don't regret it, right?"
"Never in a million years."
"Me neither. I have to admit, Jihoon, even if I hadn't kissed you that night I would have asked you out eventually. I know our relationship didn't develop in a more….traditional way. But I don't care what Seokmin thinks, as long as we have each other everything will be fine."
Jihoon nods slowly, "Yeah...yeah, okay. We'll get through this."
Soonyoung pulls him down against his chest once again, pressing a kiss against his temple and the both of them drift off to sleep with an easy mind.
As long as they have each other, they'll be fine.