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Jongwoo wasn’t a cheater.
He wasn’t gay either.
But, after talking to the man from 304 last night on the rooftop, he went to sleep with flashes of the man’s smile dancing behind his eyelids. He had never giggled like that because of a man. No one had made him feel like that in ages, not even his girlfriend.
The man penetrated his dreams; his admittedly fucked up dreams. Sometimes he was a looming figure in the void, watching Jongwoo beat the shit out of the bully on his military base, egging him on. Sometimes he was a set of lips charting his neck as large hands trekked down his front, infiltrating the waistband of his briefs.
The next morning, he showered before work, enjoying the cool water on his overheated skin, when another person called from the doorway.
Shit.
It was the man from 304, already stark naked, sauntering into the shower gallery with an arrogant smirk. He chose the stall directly next to Jongwoo and initiated conversation with him, disregarding typical public bathroom etiquette.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
Jongwoo tried his best to look directly ahead to the wall or at the man’s face as they chatted, but he couldn’t help himself. 304 was doing nothing to hide the fact that his eyes were lingering all over Jongwoo’s body. Out of sheer curiosity, he allowed himself one cursory glance to the man’s frame. One glimpse turned into an inspection, as he took in every scar, every mole, every defined muscle on his torso. His appendage had a slight lift, providing it with an even fuller appearance.
It’s not weird. It’s morning, he just woke up. Hell, I was half-hard too before the cold water hit me.
Jongwoo looked up to see 304 staring back at him, glib, having noticed that 303 had been ogling at him too.
“So, did you want to grab a beer on the rooftop tonight?” he asked eagerly, smirk still painfully present.
“No, I have to meet my girlfriend,” he explained, a little too insistently.
“Ah, you have a girlfriend. Of course, you do. You’re a really good-looking guy.”
Is this guy really coming onto me right now? While we’re both naked? Does he have no shame?
304 let his eyes meander over Jongwoo’s body one more time, tongue teasing the edge of his lips.
Apparently not.
Jongwoo felt his skin heat under the freezing shower as he thought about the man’s lips and what they might be capable of.
Before any rash decisions were acted upon, the new tenant quickly finished his shower, dried his body, and excused himself from the washroom.
He attempted to circumvent the man for the next two days. But he kept knocking on his door and asking Jongwoo to have a beer with him, to eat a meal with him, to read his writing. As much as he wanted to surrender, Jongwoo knew that it wasn’t good for his psyche. Any additional meetings with the man would drive him closer to temptation.
Instead, he told him he was going to meet Jieun after work or that he needed to write. Most days he worked overtime or hung out in an internet café until it was time to go to sleep. And he most definitely avoided the showers when 304 was in the building.
Unfortunately, none of this helped keep the man from entering his dreams or hearing his voice when he was alone in his room.
Dr. Seo walked into his exam room to greet his last patient of the day. It was an eight-year-old boy who had not been to the dentist in years because he was so frightened.
I really didn’t want to deal with any brats today.
Moonjo plastered on his best fake smile as he entered the room and donned a fresh pair of gloves. He sat on his stool and scooted towards the boy in the chair.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Seo, you must be Jihoon. Nice to meet you.”
The boy didn’t respond. He grasped the arms of the chair tighter and gulped, staring at his enemy with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry, he’s just really scared of the dentist. But we’re going to try today, right honey?” a young woman asked the boy.
Jihoon looked to his mom and nodded, unconvincingly.
“Great. Now we’re just going to do a cleaning today, nothing too scary. Here are the tools I’m going to use. This is a polisher; think of it like a heavy-duty toothbrush. This is an explorer; I’ll be using it to check your teeth and scrape off any gunk. It’ll sound weird, but it won’t hurt.” Moonjo continued down the list of instruments, hoping that it would keep the child calm.
This nuisance better not give me any shit.
The exam and cleaning went well. The boy was tense, but the dentist talked him through it and didn’t give him any surprises.
That was, until the end of the visit, when he informed them that the boy had a cavity and would need to have it drilled.
Jihoon jumped out of the chair and ran to the handwashing sink, grabbing the hose and pointing it at the dentist.
Why didn’t I remove the dishwashing faucets when I remodeled the building?
His mother tried to calm the boy down, but then he pointed the sprayer in her direction. Moonjo advanced on the child, and in attempt to remove the weapon from his hand, he spooked him. Jihoon aggressively sprayed the dentist down for what seemed like minutes, swinging the hose around wildly.
Moonjo couldn’t just leave and let the boy drench the room like a mad man, he needed to protect his computer and patient charts.
He also couldn’t murder the kid in front of it’s mother.
The mom finally scooped the child up, yanked the hose out of his tiny hands, and carried him out of the clinic tucked under her arm.
What a horrid pest.
Moonjo dripped as he trudged into his office, completely soaked from the assault. Normally he kept a spare suit in his closet for situations like this, but he forgot that last week he changed into his clean suit after one of his jaunts.
The dentist sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and went to the reception desk of his clinic.
“Do we have any spare clothes around? A lost and found or something?” he asked, exasperated from the trouble the gremlin caused.
The receptionist looked at him with a shy, awkward smile. She wasn’t used to seeing him in such disarray. She left her post and came back with a folded set of blue, faded scrubs.
“This is the only thing we have. We cleaned out the lost and found last week,” she stated with an apologetic tone.
“Great, these will work just fine, thank you. Go ahead and lock up. Once I get changed, I’ll be heading out of here. I won’t be staying to do paperwork tonight,” he announced as his hand massaged away the tension in his forehead.
She nodded and began to collect her belongings as Moonjo walked back to his office. He stripped his wet clothing and tossed it into the office laundry before dressing in the scrubs.
Now I know why she looked at me like that.
The dentist stood in front of the mirror, now clad in his dry outfit. He was about four inches too tall for the pants and the shirt was rather small. You could see the pale strip of skin from his exposed stomach, and if he raised his arms even the slightest amount, nearly the whole garment rose up.
Having read the tag, he discovered that these were the leftover scrubs from one of his dental hygienists who had left his position to go back to university. The man was much smaller than Moonjo, so it was a miracle that the uniform fit at all. And since the dentist had already tossed his other clothes into the communal laundry, he couldn’t bring them back out without having them covered in toothpaste and spit.
Moonjo sighed as he gathered his workbag and left for home. He walked the few blocks back to Eden, grumbling about the state of his outerwear. He slowly climbed the three flights of stairs and ran into Jongwoo in the lobby of the goshiwon.
“Oh, hello, jagiya,” he greeted with a smile, ignoring the other residents in their proximity. “I haven’t seen you out of your room in a while, you’ve been very busy lately. Such a hard-working young man.”
The man from 303 looked him up and down, an indistinguishable expression on his face.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, façade stoic.
“Ah, scrubs. I haven’t worn these since my training days. A child sprayed me down with water today, so I was forced to change into this set we had hiding in the closet,” he explained, raising his arms to show how ill-fitting they were, gesturing to his own exposed skin. He ran a hand through his long, black hair, now dried into a curly mess.
He looked up to see Jongwoo’s eyes boring into his.
“Do you want to come up to the roof? I bought beer.” The younger man held up a six pack, expression and tone unchanging.
Moonjo was taken aback by the offer, blinking in response.
“Yes, let me just go get chang-,”
“No, now,” Jongwoo interrupted. He turned and marched up the stairs, not waiting to see if the other man would be joining him.
Seizing the opportunity while it lasted, he nodded and followed the man from 303 up to the roof.
Who does this fucker think he is? Wearing those tight ass clothes and showing all that skin. So inappropriate to walk around outside like that.
But, God, is he so fucking hot.
Jongwoo’s mind was a mess as he made his way onto the roof, the older man trailing behind him. He flung open the door, not holding it open for his companion. He stalked towards the edge, sat down the beers, and released two cans from the plastic ring.
He passed a tin over to Moonjo, gaze starting at his feet and working it’s way up to his face. Jongwoo sucked his teeth before turning back to the Seoul skyline.
“Jagi, I thought you had a company dinner tonight,” Moonjo commented as he cracked open his beer.
Jongwoo took a long swig of his own drink before pounding it back down on the ledge.
“I didn’t feel like drinking around my coworkers, so I just came back here.”
I didn’t want to drink around them because I was afraid of what I might say. Who knows the shit that would come out of my mouth after a few bottles of soju?
“I see, it’s nice to drink alone every once in a while. But shouldn’t you be spending this valuable time with your girlfriend?”
“She had a work dinner too,” he answered, resting his forearms on the railing.
If I was able to see her more this week, you probably wouldn’t be so stuck in my head.
For a moment, Jongwoo imagined spending time with Jieun but wishing Moonjo was there instead. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.
“It seems like she hasn’t put forth much effort to meet you since you arrived in Seoul.”
“It’s not only her fault. I canceled on her my first two days in town to hang out with my boss. And I didn’t tell her that I bailed on my company tonight.”
I wanted to see you more than I wanted to see her, and that’s a problem. She would have noticed that something was off.
“Doesn’t matter. You deserve better, jagiya.” Moonjo leaned against the railing and turned towards Jongwoo. He brought his hand up to the younger man’s face and brushed his knuckles against his tan skin.
“304, what are you doing?” Jongwoo asked skeptically, though not pulling back.
“You don’t have to be so distant with me, you can call me Moonjo if you’d like.”
Does he know what he’s doing to me?
“Why do you call me jagiya?” he asked in a low voice, eyes flittering to the other man’s ‘v’ cut, just barely visible under the edge of his scrub top.
“I believe I told you that our first night together. I like you,” he answered, eyes darker, a shadow of a smile on his lips. He rose from his position on the railing and dropped his hand from Jongwoo’s face.
Jongwoo finished his beer, grabbed the hem of the other man’s shirt, and closed the gap between them.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
“Well, Moonjo, just how much do you like me?” he asked, running his fingers along the bare skin.
The older man took in a sharp breath as Jongwoo made contact, touch so light, but so definitive.
“More than you could possibly imagine,” he breathed.
“Show me,” the writer ordered, barely audible over the sounds of Seoul at night.
Without hesitating, he placed his palms on both of Jongwoo’s cheeks and crashed his lips against his.
Jongwoo sighed into the other man’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his waist, running his hands under the fabric of his shirt. Moonjo licked into his mouth, breaching his lips and teeth. Jongwoo sucked on his tongue as his fingernails dug into the taller man’s back.
One of Moonjo’s hands dropped from Jongwoo’s face to his waist and the other ran into his short black hair. He pulled the younger man flush against him, gripping his flank and his locks tightly.
Jongwoo adjusted his hands and tried to pull the scrub top over the taller man’s head. Moonjo pulled back briefly, yanking the too-small fabric off and tossing it to the side.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking week,” Jongwoo whispered as he pulled the other closer to him, kissing his way down his neck before licking a stripe over the scar on his collarbone. Moonjo moaned and leaned his head back, eyelids fluttering from the sensation.
“Jagi, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he moaned as Jongwoo’s tongue continued tracing the raised skin on his chest.
“It’s been like three days,” he mumbled against the other man’s skin.
Moonjo put his hand along his face, angling his head up, stopping his ministrations, and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb.
“I’ve desired someone like you my entire life,” he cajoled, lips hovering over Jongwoo’s.
“God, you’re so weird,” Jongwoo proclaimed, as he went in for another kiss.
The older man’s hands dropped to his hips, cupping his ass with both palms, kneading the muscle lasciviously. He pulled the writer closer, letting him feel his growing length against his abdomen.
Jongwoo reached for his own shirt and pulled it over his head, lobbing it into the unknown.
Moonjo let out a low, gruff laugh as he examined the other man’s body in front of him.
“Oh, jagiya, you are so fucking appetizing,” he breathed as he dropped to his knees. The dentist backed Jongwoo against the railing as he gripped the aluminum pole. He ran his nose along the other man’s erection and inhaled deeply. “Your taste, your scent, the feel of your body under my hands.”
“The way you’re talking right now makes your ‘human meat’ joke sound a little too real,” Jongwoo mentioned offhandedly, gazing down at the man on his knees.
Instead of answering, Moonjo unbuttoned the man’s jeans and slowly unzipped the metal connectors.
“Are you scared? Do you want me to stop?”
“Absolutely not,” he breathed, chest rising rapidly.
Moonjo smirked and traced the edge of his teeth with his tongue. He seized the legs of the denim and tugged the garment down to the other man’s ankles, soon followed by the plaid boxers. He took Jongwoo’s cock in his hand apprehensively, observing the man’s expression, to ensure that there was no second guessing.
His hand twisted as he stroked his length, thumb spreading the precum around the head. Moonjo lifted Jongwoo’s erection and sucked on his balls, drawing a moan out of the writer.
Jongwoo’s hand found it’s way into Moonjo’s hair, fingers carding the locks softly.
“Hm, feels good.”
Moonjo licked along the underside of his cock to the head before placing a kiss atop the glans.
“Tell me what you’re thinking jagi, don’t be so quiet,” he teased, adding kitten licks to his tip.
“God, I love the way your mouth feels,” he moaned, rolling his head back on his shoulders.
“More, jagiya. Tell me more,” Moonjo begged as he mouthed along the sides of his cock.
He took most of the man in his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks before bobbing on his dick. He used one hand to meet his lips, encompassing every centimeter of Jongwoo. His other hand gripped his ass, one finger exploring the extern of his hole.
“You… the shower. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then you, fuck, came home in those scrubs.” Jongwoo’s legs shook as he let out a few hard exhales. “Saw cum gutters, couldn’t stop myself.”
Moonjo took all of him into his mouth and nuzzled his nose into his happy trail, gagging on his length. His finger pushed past the ring of muscle, just enough to shock the man to the edge.
Jongwoo’s breathing became more haggard and his muscles quivered from the tension. He came down Moonjo’s throat, both hands gripping his hair, holding him onto his cock.
Holy shit, I’m so glad I didn’t go to dinner with Jaeho.
The older man pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting from his lips to the glans. He slowly stood and kissed Jongwoo, who reached down to cup the man’s untouched erection.
“How do you want me to take care of this?” the writer asked against his lips, chest still heaving.
“Come with me to a hotel. It’s Friday, you don’t have to work tomorrow, just spend the night with me, jagi,” he beseeched, hands gracing his cheeks.
He’ll be the death of me, I swear.
“Okay, just one night. And we gotta stop by the corner store. For supplies.”
Moonjo nodded as he went in for another open-mouthed kiss, Jongwoo still languidly stroking his cock over his pants.
“I know you like the outfit, but I think I need to change before we go.”
“I should probably get dressed, period,” Jongwoo joked, looking around for his shirt.
The dentist helped the younger man redress and led him by the hand back down to the third floor. Moonjo decided against returning the scrub top to his body, just to give Jongwoo a good view.
It’s not fair how fucking hot this man is. Why is his back the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?
Once they reached their level, they went their separate ways into their own respective rooms. The writer collected a change of clothes, his toothbrush, his laptop, and his phone charger, and threw them in his backpack. He exited the room just as Moonjo was coming out of his, wearing his black casual outfit that Jongwoo had seen several times at this point. He was carrying his work bag, slightly fuller than when he came home.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m going to get dicked-down in a hotel room by a guy who’s name I just learned half an hour ago.
“Let’s go,” he snatched Jongwoo’s palm and pulled him downstairs where a cab was waiting. He opened the car door for the younger man, who slid to the middle seat. Moonjo climbed in behind the writer and kissed him as soon as the door was closed, evidently not caring about what the cabbie thought.
Jongwoo thought back to the last time he made out with someone in a taxi. Jieun had come to Busan for her birthday, and they rode back to her hotel together after leaving the bar.
Funny thing was, Jongwoo didn’t feel a shred of guilt. His time with Jieun had been fine, it may have even been nice at times, but right now, it couldn’t hold a candle to his night with Moonjo.
The taxi stopped close to the hotel and let them out by a convenience store. The pair paid for lube, condoms, and a few bottles of water. As they left the store, Moonjo pulled the younger man into the alley to roughly kiss him, just to remind him what they were there to do.
They walked into the hotel lobby, hardly keeping their hands off each other as they approached the desk. The older man had reserved a room: one king bed, two keys, Monday check out.
An elevator carried them up to the fourteenth floor as they grinded on each other and kissed, in full view of the surveillance camera. They sloppily made their way into the room, struggling to multitask.
Having never done this with a man before, Moonjo was patient in opening Jongwoo up, not in a rush to take care of his own needs.
‘It’s all for you, jagiya.’
‘Can you see how good I am for you?’
‘I’ll give you everything you could possibly ever need.’
Despite the gentle foreplay and caressing words, the soft bites and slow strokes of his body, the older man fucked the writer into the mattress like he wanted to rip him apart. Once he had adjusted to Moonjo’s girth, Jongwoo was quickly flipped onto his front with his hands pinned above his head. Moonjo thrusted into him with an unrelenting force, seeking the apogee that he’d been denied for hours.
When he felt that familiar pooling in his lower abdomen, he lifted Jongwoo so he could prop himself up with the headboard. He rocked into him at a meteoric pace, knocking the iron of the bedframe against the wall. The dentist reached around to jerk Jongwoo off, bringing him closer to his second orgasm of the night.
Moonjo’s pace faltered, and with a few jerky thrusts, he came, Jongwoo following close behind, screaming out the other’s name. The younger man held both of them up for several moments as Moonjo collapsed on his back, attempting to catch his breath. He kissed the back of Jongwoo’s neck before rolling over, slipping the condom off, tying it, and tossing it into the trash can next to the bed.
Jongwoo rolled over as well, partly to get out of the wet spot, partly so he could lay on Moonjo’s firm chest. Their breathing slowed and synced with one another’s as they laid in post-coital bliss. Moonjo leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Jongwoo’s temple.
“Jagiya, I knew you were made just for me. I knew we’d be together forever,” he whispered, lips still resting against the other’s skin.
Shit. Jieun.
“Moonjo, I have a girlfriend. I’m not gay. You just caught me at a weak point. It’s been a hard few days,” he responded firmly, but softly.
“Ah, yes. And I believe in the tooth fairy,” Moonjo replied cheekily.
“Huh?” he asked, lifting his head off the other man’s chest.
“Oh, I thought we were both lying just now,” he joked with a smile. Jongwoo smacked him on the arm but laughed as well.
I’m too happy to be angry right now.
One night with Moonjo quickly turned into three. The rest of the weekend was a blur of carnal fucking and lavish room service. Shower sex and lounging by the rooftop pool. Hot tub make out sessions and slow massages.
Jongwoo was glad to be away from Eden and ignoring his problems with Jaeho and Jieun. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages and he’d never had someone dote on him quite like this.
As Monday rolled around, Jongwoo felt that anxiety rise in his stomach, knowing that he’d have to go back to his real life and deal with everything. He didn’t want to leave the bubble that he and Moonjo had created in their hotel room.
I need to break up with Jieun.
As for Eden, Jongwoo still needed to get out, even if Moonjo was a more favorable neighbor now. It was the other people he couldn’t fucking stand.
They were kissing on the balcony sofa, having just ate a large breakfast that was delivered to them. Moonjo kept telling him to call out of work, to just stay there with him for one more day.
“I need to get back to life, Moonjo. First, I have to talk to Jieun,” he mumbled, not happy about how his week was going to start.
“No need, jagi,” he mentioned glibly, a slight chuckle emitting from his throat. “Check your messages.”
Jongwoo pulled out his phone to look at his texts. There was a thread with Jieun at the top, which was strange considering that he hadn’t texted her in days. Before opening the chain, he noticed that the heart emoji had been removed from her name.
Jongwoo: Jieun, we’re done. We’re not right for each other and I’ve found someone else.
Jieun: Are you joking??? You’re seriously texting me this???
Jieun: You’ve found someone else? You’ve been in Seoul for a week!
Jongwoo: Yes, I’m serious. We’re over.
Jieun: I want proof. I don’t believe this is my Jongwoo. Jaeho, is this you playing some prank or testing me or something??
Jongwoo: [picture]
Jongwoo: Is that enough proof?
The picture was a selfie from Moonjo’s perspective, a naked Jongwoo sleeping on his equally bare chest. The writer’s exposed bum could easily be seen, clarifying that it wasn’t just a misconstrued nap with some hyung.
Jieun didn’t reply.
Jongwoo knew he should have been pissed that someone invaded his privacy like this. If he found 313 even touching his laptop, he would have slammed his skull against the floor until it turned to dust. But Moonjo just didn’t make him feel like that.
Instead of knocking the steel breakfast tray against his jaw, he just sat his phone down on the end table and sighed, mostly in stress relief.
Well, one less task to do today.
“I told you, jagi. I’ll give you everything you want, everything you deserve,” he promised, brushing the hair off Jongwoo’s forehead. The younger man’s lips rose at the corners, just barely.
“We should get going. I need to change into my work clothes,” he announced, standing from the couch, stretching his arms over his head. He opened the sliding door and the older man followed him back into the hotel room.
“Sure. How about you go ahead and pack everything while you’re there?” Moonjo asked nonchalantly.
“Wait, what?” Jongwoo asked, freezing in his place.
“I must confess, I won’t be spending all of my time at Eden. I just bought a home and I’m supposed to be picking up my keys today. Furnished and everything, ready to move in.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Jongwoo probed, putting his shirt on and packing his backpack.
“You could move in with me. Get out of that horrid place, away from those people. You know they’re wastes of space. You know you’re better than them, jagiya,” he crooned, wrapping his arms around Jongwoo’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Just imagine this weekend, but forever. Us developing alongside one another, evolving into our own masterpieces.” He placed soft kisses along the shorter man’s jawline with each pause in his spiel.
“Moonjo, I didn’t even know your name until Friday. I’ve only been in Seoul a week,” he resisted, just barely, melting under the older man’s lips as they moved to his neck.
“Does that matter?” he asked, allowing his hands to drift south into the waistband of Jongwoo’s briefs.
No, I guess not.