Calling a Friend

by R_Mallow

Summary:

One minute later, and no longer, his phone buzzed and Changbin hastily pulled it up, accepting the call. “Hi Chan!”

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This is all fiction, none of these events have happened!!

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Please be careful and read the tags before continuing on with the story, there’s some sensitive stuff mentioned so please don’t read if you feel uncomfortable with it!

“Please, oh fuck, I’m-” he gasped, taking a harsh grip around the other’s large bicep, “I’m gonna cum!” His stomach tightened pleasurably, before suddenly relaxing, spurting ribbons over his own chest whilst the other continued chasing after their own high, thrusting quicker with each go, snapping his hips.

“Hyung, don’t… I’m too sensitive to continue,” the male lying down on the bed pushed at the other’s built chest, whining in a manner that could only be described as adorable. 

“Ah, are you su-are you okay?” The older fully halted in his movements and it didn’t take long for the male beneath him to shuffle further up the bed, moving away so that the other wasn’t still hard inside him. 

“I’m fine, I just don’t wanna continue.” The younger started, raising a hand to drag through his sweaty blond bangs, before letting the arm slump back down beside his head, glancing down at where the other was still painfully hard, not sure what to do. “Please go take care of that Changbin-ah, I don’t wanna continue.” He reinstated and the older nodded in understanding. 

“Yeah, no, of course.” Changbin hummed, starting to get off the bed to head to the bathroom. He grabbed the pair of sweatshorts he’d been wearing prior to getting caressed and felt up by Felix, not wanting to put them on, but using them to hide his erection for decency’s sake. 

When he came out into the hallway, he spotted the back of the heads of the rest of his flatmates, all of them cuddling on the couch, watching an old rerun of a cheesy romcom. Some of them were snoring, others snacking and the oldest intently watching the scenes on the large flat-screen. 

Changbin caught his bottom lip in between his teeth, nodding to himself as he stepped into the bathroom, hurrying away from the cold corridor. 

He didn’t wanna bother anyone else when they looked so cosy and snuggled up together, so he decided to take an extremely cold shower. 

The oldest in their flat, Lee Minho had complained about masturbation in the shower, telling them that it was unhygienic and should be avoided if possible and the rest had all agreed, adding jokingly, or not so jokingly, that they could just go to one another to rub one out. They were all in some sort of open, non-exclusive, group version of a friends with benefits dynamic anyway, so why not?

Changbin took a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for the absolute horror that was to follow. Even though it’d become an occasional thing at that point, he still never felt comfortable. He clenched his jaw as he turned on the water on the coldest setting, hissing through his teeth as the icy water pelted down on his hot body, a mix of sensations washing over him, something akin to feverish chills as well as stinging stabs throughout his skin. The feeling had its intended purpose, however, his erection quickly going down and any hint of arousal gone with the water droplets that landed on his chest and ran down his somewhat shaky legs.

After reeling himself in, he turned the heat up just a smidge, not wanting to accidentally make himself sick in the process and he let out a huge sigh of relief as the lukewarm water warmed up his body to a somewhat normal temperature again, letting his forehead rest against the tiled wall with his eyes closed as he thought back on the week that had passed by in, what felt like, the blink of an eye. 

He worked at a sales company, a boring desk job that didn’t do much for one’s imagination, but what it lacked in creativity it made up for in leniency: Changbin could work from home anytime he wanted as long as there wasn’t a meeting, which were often held in person, but they were a rare occurrence, and he was allowed quite a free schedule as long as he got his tasks done on time, so he could plough through a week’s worth of things in, lets say, three days and then have the rest of the week free. However, even if he could stay at home all he wanted, he still preferred going into the office to work. It got him some much needed change of scenery and successfully took his mind off of whatever drama had happened in the apartment before he left… because there was always some sort of drama in one way or another. 

That week, he’d gone into work all of the weekdays and, despite being tired and sluggish when he eventually got back home, everyday when he stepped a foot inside the threshold, he was bombarded with his flatmates who wanted help with something or the other. 

They had a rather effective system put up in the flat: Lee Minho, the oldest, took care of cooking dinner and sometimes lunch when they were all home. Changbin took care of all the cleaning and any weird miscellaneous tasks such as taking out the trash and sometimes also helping Hyunjin go grocery shopping, seeing how he was the strongest and could carry the heavier stuff. Hwang Hyunijin made sure to get everything that Minho reported as empty and needed a refill or something they simply didn’t own but needed. After the bigger tasks, the youngests got easier shores: Lee Felix, for example, took care of the dishwasher and Han Jisung made sure to wash whatever was in the shared laundry bin, Yang Jeongin, their most tech-savvy resident, took care of any electric or technical stuff, whilst Kim Seungmin was often too busy to even be home, studying long and hard for whatever exams he had at university. 

It was a pretty good system, Changbin didn’t mind cleaning either, he had the luxury to be able to work from home almost whenever he wanted so he could use those days to also take the time to deep clean when, and if, the others weren’t home. 

Changbin turned off the water, air drying inside of the glass doors for just a short while, not wanting to drag too much water with him when he inevitably stepped out. He pulled out a towel, drying his body, careful with certain spots where he felt more sensitive, before then securely wrapping the cloth around his hips. He glanced up into the mirror, looking at the post-shower flush that adorned his body, his eyes drawn towards an especially deep nail mark on his bicep, causing his mind to wander back to Felix who was probably still on his bed without having cleaned up. 

Changbin crouched down to the counter under the sink, getting out wipes and a fresh towel, before he stood back up to walk back to the blond male. He knocked on the door, hearing an inquisitive hum from inside. “It’s me, I got you stuff to help you clean up if you want?” He spoke quietly through the door, not wanting to raise his voice any higher. 

“Mm, you can come in.” Felix’s deep voice resonated through the room and Changbin bit his bottom lip again, a habit he really should try to lessen. Nonetheless, he went inside, closing the door behind himself, not sure how much privacy the other would want. 

“Do you want to do it by yourself?” Changbin asked whilst walking up to where the blond was still naked on the bed, now seemingly playing on his phone with how vigorously he tapped the screen. 

“Can’t you do it, hyung? I’m sleepy.” Felix lowered his device to give the older male a cute pout, his eyes still glossy from his previous orgasm, a look which he knew the other was insanely weak to and, like clockwork, Changbin cooed, nodding his head. 

“Of course Yongbok-ah, you can continue playing on your phone, let hyung take care of you, hm?” He smiled softly at the other, who managed to evade the fingers that wanted to pinch his cheek, quickly ducking his head back to behind his phone. Changbin just chuckled at the reaction, then started to clean up. 

Seeing how Felix had said that he was too sensitive to continue earlier, Changbin made sure to be extra careful and softhanded when he cleaned up, dragging the soft towel over the places he’d wiped with the wet wipes. 

After finishing up, Felix almost looked like he was about to drop his phone on his face from dozing off. “Yongbok-ah, shouldn’t you sleep? Have you brushed your teeth yet?” Changbin gently patted the blond’s knee which was just next to him, garnering him a whiny grunt in return. 

“‘m too tired to brush my teeth-” he complained, without even so much as opening his eyes to look at the other, and the older male kept back a giggle, simply nodding.

“Just make sure to brush extra thoroughly tomorrow morning then, yeah?” He leaned over the other a little, patting away a few of the blond’s flyaway strands, smiling softly.

“Mm… I will,” Felix agreed, still not opening his eyes, instead glad to just let sleep take him. 

Changbin watched how the younger male’s breath grew heavier and heavier, his hands laying in an uncomfortable position and his phone almost on his throat. Changbin carefully took the device and put it onto the other’s nightstand, before laying down the other’s limp arms at his sides instead. Felix was still lying naked on top of the duvet, but, instead of risking the younger waking up from having to move him around, Changbin went out the corridor, into his own room and then heading back again, draping one of his fluffiest blankets he owned over the other. 

“Sweet dreams-” he tip-toed out of the blond’s room, carefully shutting the door so that the other wouldn’t wake up. 

Upon turning around, planning to head to his own bedroom, he was met with a sleepy Minho, who yawned largely upon seeing him, blinking tiredly. “Hyung, you’ve got work early tomorrow, right? Shouldn’t you head to bed early too?” 

“Mn-” Minho reached out to Changbin, laying his arms around the shorter male’s neck languidly. “… you know that we heard you right?” He added after a while and Changbin halted a bit, glancing up at the older, trying to decipher why the other mentioned such a fact, because of course he already knew that… the walls inside the apartment were quite thin, so if anyone did anything, they heard it, they all knew this and some, -more than others, enjoyed it too. “Won’t you help your hyung as softly as you did Felix-ah, hm?” Minho provided some clarity and Changbin closed his mouth, taking a somewhat deep breath.

“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to do it tonight, hyung, I-” the younger started, truly not feeling up for it when he’d forced himself to go through an uncomfortable shower just to get himself down half an hour earlier. 

“Hm… you won’t?” Minho was the oldest out of everyone in the apartment, so he obviously held a lot of responsibility, some of which he shared with Changbin. One of the things he could only go to the other with was when he felt like receiving it rather than giving, because he, like Changbin always did, usually ended up on top of the others. The short ravenet was his saving grace in the moments where he felt like just being babied and taken care of like a prince. Having heard Changbin slowly and gently edging Felix on until he came had therefore caused Minho to crave such a thing as well. “Please, Changbinnie? I want you,” the older male leaned down to plant an openmouthed kiss on the other’s neck, making the spot sloppy and wet. 

Minho’s words didn’t seem to get far, but his mouth worked its way to the younger’s jawline, starting to lick the conjunction behind the other’s jaw, just below his ear, before sucking the spot with fervour, his arms tightened around Changbin’s shoulders as he leaned in to get a better angle. “Hy-hyung…” Changbin let an involuntary gasp fly past his lips as he felt the other’s hand snake downwards, touching his chest on the way, before continuing further south, suddenly grabbing his dick through the towel, which helped very little with his predicament. 

Minho detached his lips from the dark red spot that had started blooming on the other’s smooth skin, “Please?” He begged and Changbin swallowed harshly, feeling a certain numbness in his legs as he stiffly nodded. “Aw, thanks Changbinnie-ah,” Minho mused, kissing the same spot once more, before trailing pecks down the other’s neck. 

“Wait hyung,” Changbin tried to get the other to pause for a second, in vain trying to pat the other’s arm to get his attention. Minho’s lips moved all over the shorter male’s neck and shoulders, marking the skin whilst both his hands found themselves further down, one palming Changbin’s sensitive dick back to life and the other grabbing his soft and round behind in a hard grip. “Hyung, can we go to your room? I don’t like being in the hallway-” he carded his fingers through the older’s hair, managing to get a light hold before he carefully tugged the other’s head away from the flushed skin of his neck. 

“Hm?” Minho eventually followed along with the hand that moved his head, leaning back to look at the younger male curiously. “The hallway isn’t that bad,” he stated, dismissing the words as he palmed Changbin’s semi through the towel, making the shorter one sharply take a stuttering breath, before shaking his head. 

“Please, hyung?” 

“Fine, but why my room though, yours is cleaner, no?” Minho pouted as he detached his hand from the other’s ass, raising his hand to grace his thumb across the few hickeys that then decorated Changbin’s skin. 

“You’ll need to sleep after and you’ll sleep better in your own room, trust me,” Changbin explained, grabbing the other’s wandering hand that almost tickled him with its featherlight touch. 

Minho thought about it for a moment, “Mn,” before nodding in agreement, switching the hold so that he had Changbin’s wrist in his hand, pulling the younger male along towards his room.

 

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The next morning was the start of a new week, Monday: which is supposed to come with new possibilities, but Changbin couldn’t force himself to move an inch. Knowing that his most urgent work was already done, he decided to stay home the whole day, feeling too exhausted to even move. His body felt more sensitive than usual, like any touch might hurt, no matter how soft or light, so he laid in bed for most of the hours of daylight, only dragging himself up to move to the kitchen when his hunger became too prominent to ignore, making himself some instant ramen with two complimentary eggs to boost. 

That evening, to his delight, he was mostly left alone by his flatmates, who loudly goofed around with each other instead of bothering him. 

On Tuesday, Changbin was back to normal, feeling more energised and pumped, like his usual self, and so he made a quick toast, kissing each of Felix- and Hyunjin’s foreheads goodbye, before being out the front door early in the morning. He spent most of the day at the office, only taking a small break during lunch to grab something quick to eat, before he was back at reviewing the new receipts again. When he came home late into the evening, he had to quickly shut the door behind himself, cursing the thin walls that did nothing to hide the sinful sounds that came from one of the bedrooms. Changbin could hear which trio it was but chose to ignore it, instead going into the kitchen to check if there were any leftovers from the dinner. 

Minho had apparently heard him shuffling about and emerged from his bedroom to stand in the opening of the kitchen, arms folded over his chest as he blinked tiredly. “We ordered pizza and they ate it all up,” he provided and Changbin hummed in understanding, reaching out to grab the pitcher with his large batch of premade protein smoothie from the fridge instead. 

“Sorry if I woke you up,” he commented as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet, pouring himself a large serving. 

“Nah, you’re good.” Minho gave a small smile, before standing up straighter, yawning largely “I’m going to sleep.” He turned around and Changbin simply hummed in response, putting the pitcher back into the fridge and going back to his own room to wind down. 

Wednesday wasn’t too different. He came home to Jisung and Seungmin cuddling on the couch, the rest either still out or having gone to bed early. 

Thursday was another evening of coming home and quickly having to slam the door shut, in fear of any neighbours hearing whatever was then happening on their living room couch.

Changbin’s cheeks flushed a deep red upon realising that Hyunjin was openly riding Minho on the couch, without any shame whatsoever, and Felix sat on his knees on the couch cushion right beside them, seemingly just as aroused. 

Changbin, who hadn’t eaten anything in eight hours, tried sneaking past them to go to the kitchen, but Minho apparently heard him, turning his head around to look over his shoulder and spotting him. The older male smirked as he playfully rutted his hips up into Hyunjin whilst making eye contact with Changbin, who gulped at the sight. 

“You’re home late,” Minho said as a sort of greeting, laughing at the way Felix whined at his then divided attention.

“I’m trying to finish a project early,” Changbin mumbled, flashing a quick smile, hoping to keep the conversation short.

“Mn,” Minho hummed in understanding, about to reach out to beckon the short ravenet over, when Hyunjin grabbed the wandering hand, pulling it back.

“M’no, it’s just us three.” Hyunjin quipped, putting the oldest male’s hand on his own chest and Felix nodded vigorously in agreement. 

“Focus on us.”

Changbin didn’t really think about the whiny words much more than upon initially hearing them, simply shrugging and heading off to his original goal, the kitchen, finding a sparse bit of leftovers in a bowl. He warmed it up, grabbing some kimchi as a side dish. Whilst the food warmed up in the microwave, he headed over to his bedroom, grabbing his headphones and putting them in. He then headed back to the kitchen, setting up the food and a glass of water, before then getting up the newly released episode of his current favourite criminal drama.  

Fridays were usually the most favoured by everyone in the shared apartment. Everyone, both those who had jobs and those who had school, had their last day before the weekend, and so everyone was happy and content as they came home, all finished up, being able to relax even if there were some chores or perhaps homework to be done later on. 

Changbin, this day too, stayed a bit late, not going as far as the previous evenings, but he wanted to finish up the project and send it over to his boss before the weekend came. And so, when he got home, he, once again, sighed as he hastily moved inside and closed the door. Every single one of his roommates appeared to be doing something together, all of them gathered in the room closest to the entrance… Changbin’s face was a deep red, glancing at Minho’s door and then the front one, shaking his head at them. 

They couldn’t have the forethought to at least go to Jisung’s bedroom which was the furthest away from the entrance? 

“Guys, I’m back-” he started, taking off his shoes, but he got no reply to his greeting. “Guys?” He tried the handle of the door they were obviously all in but, to his surprise, found it locked. 

“Right…” he mumbled to himself, fishing out his phone from his pocket to see that it was already well past nine. Obviously they didn’t want to be interrupted when they were in the very middle of it. 

Changbin waddled over into the kitchen, eyeing the leftovers. There was a lot and he smiled as he made himself a full plate, warming it up and eating alone in the kitchen. 

The food was delicious and Changbin sort of continued to smile to himself as he relaxed against the chair, lazily taking another bite, moving at a leisurely pace. It felt good to be able to just wind down by himself. He loved his friends and roommates, yes, after all: he was a people person at heart, but even so being around people, and especially the same people all the time most hours of the day was a bit rough.

He ate in silence. Having already finished any series that he was currently watching, he was instead almost half spacing out, mindlessly raising his chopsticks to take small bites, his eyes vacant whilst the rest of his flatmates’ activity continued down the hallway, being so loud that their downstairs neighbours probably got disturbed as well.

After swallowing the last bite, he sort of came back to himself, looking around and noticing that the rest of the guys were still making lewd noises, albeit they were lessening in volume. Knowing that the rest would inevitably hog the shower and bathroom after their little thing, he put away his dishes, then hurrying off towards said place, to clean up and make himself ready for bed before.

Another week passed by in a similar fashion, but without Minho clinging at his arm for him to fuck him. 

It was only after three consecutive weeks of getting vaguely shut out, with only Jisung sometimes coming to him for a quick blowjob, that Changbin started feeling a bit frustrated… not with his roommates, he’d never dream of pressuring them to do anything, but with himself. He could understand that their group version of friends with benefits would inevitably shift from time to time — it was bound to happen, though it seldom had over the last few years of living with all of them — but it was starting to feel weird, not necessarily bad, just odd or more so out of the ordinary. He was used to having at least one of his flatmates plastered onto his arm, not only for intimate reasons but to simply get his attention or to ask for help with something so mundane such as chores. They didn’t ask him for help of any kind. 

In turn, he got more time to himself. He both enjoyed and hated it. After all, he really was a people person at heart, he craved human interactions. He lived by the fact that it wasn’t the house itself but the people in it that made it a home. 

He didn’t make much of an effort to force them to be with or hang out with him though. Sure, he tried asking the ones he could find throughout the days if anyone was up for some takeout or going out to a cafe or something, but he either got no reply or something along the lines of “Sorry, too busy.” And he didn’t push the subject any more than that, because he could understand it. They were all working, or studying, adults with their own lives. If he expected them to be reasonable with him, he needed to be reasonable with them too. You get what you give. 

However, what tipped the bowl for Changbin was when he came home after having been at the office and then the gym, having gone to work out first things first after finishing his tasks for the week. He’d actually been very content with how the day had been going, only for him to be greeted with not so much as a single word at the front door. He slipped off his shoes, not having to ponder much about his flatmates’ whereabouts when he inevitably heard them… very loudly too at that.  

He was also met by another locked door, behind which probably all of them were, that was at least his deduction from the voices and sounds being made. He did knock on it, just once, but he didn’t even stop to try and ask them to maybe open up for him as well, instead immediately getting his phone out to call one of his old friends from highschool. 

“Hi, Woo-ah, how’s things?” He asked, already in his bedroom and changing out of his sweatshorts. 

“Ah, Changbinnie-ah, my little musclebunny, it’s great, how’re you?” Wooyoung spoke cheerily into the mic of the phone, causing his voice to be too loud in Changbin’s ear. 

“Good, I’m all good, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something? I’m kinda free right now, are you doing anything?” He wished the other would say no, mentally begging for a reason to head over to the other, or anywhere else, just to take his mind off of things for just a moment.

To his detriment, Wooyoung happily replied “Yeah!” Taking a short pause, during which all of Changbin’s hopes immediately started plummeting towards the ground, falling hopelessly. “Me and a few others are at the club, why don’t you come? I haven’t seen you in ages!” Wooyoung’s joyous tone caught his hopes just before they were about to hit the ground, saving them from crashing and breaking into a million pieces. 

“Yes! I’ll be there, I’ll just have to change and whatnot, I just got back from the gym, what place?” His tone unconsciously turned brighter as he replied, a small smile growing on his face as he started rummaging through his closet for something more appropriate to wear. 

He’d only done a light workout, so he hadn’t gotten sweaty, but his gym gear, and his sweatshorts in particular, were not club-appropriate. That was at least what he thought until Wooyoung decided to positively scream into his ear, yelling at him to keep his muscle tee on. “Grab whatever pants, but please, people will be eyeing you up like candy in that shit!” He added afterwards, causing a chuckle to escape past Changbin’s lips, who shook his head at the other, although he relented, agreeing with a hum. 

“Sure, just let me get a pair of jeans on and I’m good to go, can you send me the address?” Changbin balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder whilst he pulled on a pair of clean underwear and fitted black jeans on top.

“Will do! And hurry up, I miss you!” Wooyoung yelled in a sing-songy voice, clearly already a bit drunk, but it only made the short ravenet want to hurry over even more, gladly wanting to get to the same level of nonsensical giddiness that the other was already on. He hadn’t taken a break in a long time, so going out and meeting up with friends would undeniably do him good. Especially with how much he craved human interaction right about now. 

Changbin picked up his keys from his duffle bag before heading over to the entrance, pulling on his tall boots; a pair of black shoes that he didn’t really see fit to wear to the office and therefore didn’t get much use. 

None of his flatmates seemed to have heard him move about outside the room in the corridor. They were probably a bit busy with other things on their hands. 

Approximately 15 minutes later, he arrived at the club, having to stand in line for another ten before he was then also let inside. Seeing the humongous sea of people, he opted to find his phone, not really being up for the task of a game of hide and seek in the somewhat humid environment. “I’m here, where are you?” Changbin spoke into the phone, keeping a hand over his other ear to try and hear better. His eyes wandered over the many people, a smile taking over his face as he watched everyone enjoying themselves. 

“We’re at the back, at a round booth in the middle sort of,” Choi San had answered the call on Wooyoung’s phone and Changbin hummed, thanking the other before starting to make his way through the sea of people. Before he even got to the middle of the club, he felt someone grab his arm and, before he knew it, he was embraced in a tight hug, feeling the person laugh, the other’s entire torso shaking from the fact, before he was eventually let go. 

“Changbinnie-ah, my darling, you’re here!” Jung Wooyoung yelled over the music, a big bright smile on his face and Changbin felt all worries and stress in his body immediately melt away as he was brought into another hug by the other. “When did you get here?” The taller male hummed as he pulled the other along towards their booth, weaving in between people expertly. 

“Just now, San-ah answered for you.” Changbin stated, looking around the place with a certain giddiness. 

“Ah, sorry about that,” Wooyoung tilted his head in a quick apology, “I was at the restroom,” he explained, before halting, turning to Changbin “Do you wanna go order something before we head over and sit down?”

“Eh, not really, I just wanna take it all in for now.” Changbin mentioned for the other to continue leading the way, who happily did just that. Wooyoung absentmindedly explained that his dear boyfriend didn’t trust his drunk ass not to lose his phone and had therefore decided to keep it safe for him, smiling goofily throughout their little sidestep walk, having to sometimes push their way through a group of people who took up way too much space to get around. 

Rather soon they found themselves greeted by some other people also from their high school group, as well as a few unfamiliar faces, most likely boyfriends and other friends that they’d picked up later on. “Hi, guys, it’s been so long!” Changbin greeted happily, bending over to hug one of his other best friends, who was grinning smugly at his appearance. 

“Changbin-ah! You need to get together with us more often!” Yeonjun exclaimed as he reciprocated the hug, eyeing Changbin’s outfit up and down appreciatively. “Looking good too, you’ll get our table even more attention,” he added as an afterthought and the shorter male sent him an amused look, shaking his head. 

“I think you’re more than capable of gathering attention without anyone’s help, Yeonjun-ah.” He stated as a matter of fact, because it was, but the other simply waved his hand dismissively at that. The man in question - Choi Yeonjun - wore a pair of slacks, tight at the waist and draping down, falling over white boots with a pointed toe, something which truly only he could pull off. His top was a deeply cut v-neck, neatly tucked inside the belted slacks. 

“Different kinds of attention, my dear Changbin, what I make up for in sheer sass, you make up for in muscle,” Yeonjun spoke, happy about his own words of wisdom, before taking a sip from his cider, eyeing the other people in the club for a moment. The place was truly jam packed, all sorts of people dancing, drinking, and chattering loudly in order to be heard over the beating music. His drifting eyes landed at the opposite side of the dancefloor, where there were more booths lined up. The action quickly caused a smirk to start coming over his lips, smiling to himself as his eyes fell to his drink, marinating in his own amusement “besides I think you’ve already got an admirer or two with how pumped your chest is-” he provided in a lucrative manner, glancing away innocently. 

“Hm, what?” Changbin raised a brow in confusion, looking back over his shoulder to try and see who the other was referring to whilst looking so mischievous. He didn’t find anything though, so, thinking that the other was just joking around, he settled his attention back on the brunet, giving him a quick look of disapproval. 

However, Wooyoung grabbed Changbin’s jaw, giggling drunkenly “Not that way,” he lightly forced the short ravenet to turn his head the opposite direction, “there’s a fake blond who seems to like what’s under your shirt…” he mused, clearly too drunk to think straight and Changbin, who was already about to give up on the elusive stranger, gulped when he finally spotted someone. He locked eyes with a beach blond guy who stole glances at him, although when their eyes met, he kept the stare, a small smile starting to form on the stranger’s plump lips… and oh my god, Changbin had to swallow at the way that man’s lips looked so plush and soft even from afar. His nose was fairly large, perfectly complimenting his thicker but short brows and sharp eyes. 

Fuck. 

He was really freaking hot. 

Changbin tried to be subtle, he really did, but his eyes falling down slightly probably didn’t go unnoticed by the blond stranger. He couldn’t help it though. This man wore a cropped black suit jacket, just enough to still peak his toned abs whilst keeping his arms down, abs and a sinful adonis belt and a dangerously sexy happy trail that led into the other’s tight pants. 

Fuck. 

“Go over to him, he’s clearly interested!” Yeonjun kept on smirking, nodding his head in the blond guy’s direction, causing Changbin to snap out of his trance, looking over to the other with an incredulous look. He couldn’t just go over , that was ridiculous, no matter how much pompous pride he could animate himself with, he knew that if he stepped a foot towards that hot guy his knees would instantly turn into jelly. 

No matter the case, before either of the two could speak again, Wooyoung hastily clung to Changbin’s bicep, affectionately rubbing his thumb along the short sleeve’s seam, massaging the muscle. “Don’t leave me, Changbinnie-ah… I haven’t seen you in like a whole month, I need to refill my dose of Changbin!” He whined, clearly not wanting to let go, clinging to the large bicep as if his life depended on it.  

Yeonjun sent him a playful glare, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Changbin-ah needs to get laid, Woo-ah,” he started, pausing to then turn to look at Changbin, who was already blushing at the curt statement, “How long has it been?” He asked, as if he could tell of Changbin’s sad predicament by a mere look. 

“… a while-” he mumbled, feeling a little bit pathetic about the actual number of weeks. He glanced away, not really thinking as his eyes wandered towards the blond stranger, maybe subconsciously wanting to see if the other was still interested — only to catch the other still stealing glances at him too. 

Again… fuck.

“Come on, Wooyoungie-ah, let him have some fun, we can wrestle him into hanging out some other time soon too,” Yeonjun bartered with the clingy male, who, upon thinking over the deal, then turned to Changbin, who nodded, attesting to it. 

“Only if you pinky-promise!” Wooyoung detached one of his hands from Changbin’s bicep to hold out his pinky finger, but not without quickly interjecting with “And you also have to tell me all the details afterwards!” Causing everyone around the table to burst out laughing, although some nodded in agreement, also wanting to know.

Changbin’s smile grew as he raised his pinky and wrapped it around the other’s, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes joyously, “Deal.” 

After Changbin was let go, he made his way out onto the dancefloor, because he truly didn’t trust his legs enough to properly walk straight towards this handsome stranger. He stole subtle looks towards said blond guy, who, upon seeing the short ravenet part from his friend group and sending him consecutive glances, also started to move out onto the aforementioned dancefloor, moving leisurely but swiftly through the crowd. 

Changbin couldn’t lie, he felt really good about having someone so openly check him out.

He saw the blond come all the way up to him, first greeting him from afar with a nod and a handsome smile, and then when they were standing right in front of one another with very little space in between them, he spoke “Hi, I’m Bang Chan,” he said his full name right off the bat and Changbin gulped, because fuck, even his voice was pretty. 

“I’m Seo Changbin,” he introduced himself, clearly a bit shy, but it only made Chan adore him all the more. 

Seo Changbin, Chan had noticed, was pulled along by a face that he saw quite often in the very same club they were in at the moment, but he couldn’t ever remember seeing the short, but oh so freaking sexy man before. If so then he’d probably had temporary memory loss, because he couldn’t perceive ever forgetting him — not with his very clearly defined chest, pulling at the black fabric on top, arms almost bursting out of the skintight top he was wearing. The short-cut sleeves sat perfectly just at the conjunction of the large muscle of his shoulders and the beginning of his biceps, highlighting the smooth and lightly flushed skin perfectly. 

“Do you want to dance?” Chan asked politely, not wanting to come off as too pushy, but still holding out a hand and he noticed how Changbin’s plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth, before nodding. How someone so hot managed to be so adorable at the same time was beyond him. All he knew was that he loved it and his own smile widened as Changbin placed his hand in his, stepping into his space.

“Sure, why not-”

The two both started pressing against one another, much like everyone else on the dance floor, and Chan’s hands trailed down to hold Changbin’s waist, squeezing the other a bit, as they swayed to the beat of the music. 

The song that they started dancing to had already played for a while though and, before they knew it, it had ended and gave way for a more rhythmic song, a tiny bit more upbeat, but still slow. Chan had to keep back a groan from when Changbin turned around in his arms, his hands disappearing from his shoulders. And, fuck, both of them got turned on: Changbin swayed his hips, rolling them in a manner he knew was sexy, feeling how Chan’s hands, having moved lower on his waist, squeezed his sides even tighter — Chan, sucked in a breath, licking his lips as the short male in his arms moved alongside him, his tight black jeans catching his eye as he rolled against him. Changbin then turned back around, smiling coyly as he resituated his arms around Chan’s neck, causing said blond to smirk “You’re teasing-”  

“Am I?” Changbin mused, still rolling his hips in the same rhythmic manner, but with less collision between the two, probably to save Chan some face, who kept himself from getting too riled up on the very public dance floor. 

“You are, but I like it,” Chan stated, pulling the other in closer, so that their bodies were pressed against each other. 

The two of them danced like that for however many songs, neither letting the other go and both of them starting to get more into it as time passed by. 

When a slow song came on, their movements shifted to match the low and smooth beat, pressing their bodies flushed against one another. 

One of Chan’s hands had found its way to the nape of the ravenet’s neck, his thumb caressing the skin. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, just loud enough for Changbin to hear him over the pounding music, who felt his face heat up at the query, that along with the way that Chan had spoken so softly into his ear, so close that he could feel his breath on his skin. 

Changbin felt a tingling sensation, chewing on his bottom lip, before nodding. “Yeah-” Chan watched as the plump bottom lip escaped from the teeth, already red and glistening, with a matching blush over his soft cheeks.

He couldn’t help but smile, then leaning in, capturing the pouty lips with his own, letting go just after a short moment however, he opened his eyes to look at Changbin, who tried to escape the wanton stare “thank you,” he spoke against the other’s mouth, before capturing it again and this time he didn’t back down, he pulled on the ravenet’s waist further, one hand travelling down to the other’s bum, a groan escaping him as he squeezed, finding out that the other’s ass was just as soft as it looked. 

The two didn’t part once, only starting to explore each other closer and deeper, tongues starting to intermingle and their holds on one another only grasping more. Until Changbin had to break it off, gasping as he panted into the other’s lips, who was just as out of breath as him, albeit smiling as he squeezed Changbin’s bum again, earning him a needy whine. “Chan, please-” the shorter didn’t know what he wanted, but he felt the need for something. 

“Maybe we should move off the dancefloor,” Chan started instead, letting go of Changbin’s soft backside to instead swipe away a stray lock of hair from the other’s eyes, smiling softly as he gazed down into the ravenet’s heady eyes “how does that sound sweetheart?” 

Changbin felt his knees suddenly weaken, almost going a bit wobbly at the nickname, licking his lips as he nodded. Butterflies filled his stomach as the arm around his waist started leading him towards the bar. “Maybe I can buy you a drink?” The blond queried, glancing towards the other with a smile, who hummed in return.

“I’d love to get something to drink, but I can pay Chan, there’s no need-” he started, but halted in his words when he felt the other squeeze his waist closer.

“What do you want?” Chan asked instead, clearly determined to pay for whatever the other wanted. 

“Well, I’m certainly not craving something bitter-” Changbin pondered as the two of them made their way to the bar side by side, “Would you recommend anything?” He turned to glance at the blond who seemed to give it some thought, before humming. 

“This place’s cocktails are really good, do you have a favourite fruit or berry?” He smiled, catching the other’s eyes. Since he didn’t know Changbin’s preferences, his best bet was obviously what the bar in question was most famous for. 

“Strawberry?” He tried, grinning once he saw the other nod in affirmative. 

“Ah, good choice, they’ve got a strawberry-cocktail,” he commented before turning to the bartender who’d come up to them, “A strawberry-cocktail and a Japanese gin.” The bartender quickly got to work, starting to make the drinks, whilst Chan walked Changbin over to the one available bar-stool, mentioning for the other to sit down and maybe rest his legs. 

“You go ahead, I’m not tired.” Changbin declined the offer and Chan, not wanting to push anything, just nodded, sitting down himself. Changbin eyed the blond man up and down upon sitting atop the tall stool, swallowing a gasp as Chan started to stretch his arms lightly, causing his cropped jacket to ride up… dear god. Changbin felt sorry for his own bottom lip at this point as he captured it between his teeth, itching to touch the man’s sculpted abs. Chan clearly also noticed this, a smirk playing at his lips, before he spread his legs a bit more. Changbin didn’t know if the action was an invitation or not, but he took the chance to step up in between the other’s legs, starting to reach out his hands, but stopping to hastily look into the other’s eyes for confirmation.

“Do whatever you want sweetheart, you don’t need to ask.” Chan stated with a teasing smile and just thereafter, a low, satisfied hum left him, feeling how Changbin’s hands started to graze over his abdomen with teasingly light touches. 

“You clearly work out,” Changbin mumbled out, enjoying the fact that they had something in common. It was also an interest that he truly loved, so knowing that the blond male enjoyed it too just sort of satisfied him in a sense.

“Mhm…” Chan mused, eyeing the other’s body up close again, smiling, “I could probably spot for you sometime.” 

“I think I’d become a bit distracted if you stood behind me like that.” Changbin admitted in all honesty, pursing his lips just slightly as his hands stopped on the handsome man’s abs.

“Ahh,” he nodded, thinking about it “-yeah, ‘probably wouldn’t be able to do much with you over me either.” Both of them were still talking about working out, but Changbin’s hands on the other’s abs moved over to the sides of the built waist, squeezing him appreciatively. 

“Your drinks-” the bartender suddenly scooted two glasses across the counter and, despite Changbin’s efforts, Chan quickly paid for both, smiling victoriously as he slipped his card back into his phone case, before then picking up his glass. 

Changbin did the same, eyeing the deep red liquid, which was thick with strawberry-pulp and chopped pieces mixed together with crushed ice, a complimentary strawberry adorning the rim: it looked absolutely delicious. He took a small sip, eyes going wide at the clear and refreshing taste, the icy drink perfect for how warm he felt. “This is really good!” He turned his attention to Chan, who nodded with a content hum. “Wanna taste some?” Changbin held out his tall glass for the other to taste and who was Chan to decline Changbin’s big doe eyes. He took a small mouth, swallowing it and Changbin watched intently, not sure what he had expected, but the way Chan’s adams apple bobbed and how he licked his lips afterwards, his tongue… Changbin swallowed hard, glancing away, feeling heat pool into the bottom of his stomach. Chan was so freaking attractive. 

“Are you shy?” Chan asked in utmost adoration, having to keep himself from audibly cooing at the grown man, but still reaching out his unoccupied hand to caress the shorter male’s neck. Changbin peeked back up at the blond, who licked his lips once again, clearly amused by the reactions.

“You’re teasing-” Changbin muttered, feeling how his already flushed face grew even hotter, only to then feel Chan’s breath against his ear.

“And what were you doing out on the dancefloor, sweetheart? I’m just evening out the playing field.” Chan mused, leaning back to lock eyes with the ravenet, who pouted. 

“So,” Chan started, swirling the gin in his glass with a thoughtful look, “You like working out and I assume you chose strawberry for a reason,” he mused, meeting the other’s eyes “-what else do you like?” 

“Hmm…” he thought about it for a while. “I-don’t laugh, but I kinda like rap music,” Changbin admitted, in turn getting a curious look from the taller male. 

“Why would I laugh? I also like it, though, I must admit, I like most genres,” Chan smiled at the ravenet without any ill intentions whatsoever, “What artists do you listen to?” 

“Well, there’s the obvious choice, Tiger JK, I’ve probably got all of his songs saved to my playlist, but also Dean? There’s a lot on there, too much…” Changbin tried to think of the songs he’d replayed most in the recent days, sipping on his drink.

Chan nodded at the mentioned names, humming “You should show me that playlist, ‘sounds like a good one.”

Changbin’s eyes drifted from the other’s genuine and kind eyes to his lips once again, seeing the playful smile… before suddenly noticing two very prominent dimples on either side of the plump lips. Now that they were so up close they were impossible to miss. Changbin’s eyes widened in delight, about to reach out, but stopping himself. Suddenly touching the other’s dimples would be weird, wouldn’t it? Chan, noticing each of these little movements, could also almost swear on the fact that he saw the other’s pupils dilate in delight, peaking his interest. “What is it sweetheart? Please tell me.” He retracted his hand that had fallen down to the other’s shoulder, instead gently grabbing the hand that had stopped midway.  

“It’s nothing.” Changbin tried to play it off… tried being the key word. 

“Please, you don’t have to tell me, but I’d love to know?” Chan tilted his head at the ravenet who melted on the spot. 

“You’ve got dimples…” Changbin started, stating it as just a pure fact at first, but Chan already seemed to have caught onto his wants, which perhaps wasn’t so hard to do when the shorter male had clearly started reaching out to his face but stopped.   

“Sweetheart?” Chan hummed. “Do you like my dimples?” He asked softly, a genuine question, although he already knew the answer. Changbin simply nodded in reply, not fully trusting his own voice not to betray him. Chan noticed the other’s hesitance, deciding to gently grab Changbin’s wrist and move it towards his face. 

“I can-” Changbin asked as he followed along in the movement and Chan smiled happily at the question, finding it adorable how the other seemed so giddy by such a little thing.

“Of course,” Chan smiled widely, making his dimples even more prominent and, this time, Changbin didn’t halt his hand as he reached out and poked the dimple, almost in awe at how soft the other’s skin was to the touch. 

Changbin was completely enamoured by Chan in general, his entire body and personality was just pure beauty, his eyes being able to seamlessly shift between sultry and soft, his crows feet crinkling beside them, and nose lightly scrunching up when he broke out into a genuine smile. And then there was his lips, just as plush and soft as he’d imagined them to be. Changbin wasn’t even aware he was doing something, but he’d unconsciously brought up the hand that had been around the cocktail to touch the other man’s lips, completely in his own little world. That was at least until he used a thumb to push at the pink flesh of the plump bottom lip, suddenly having the tip of his thumb enveloped in the other’s mouth. Changbin swallowed a moan at the feeling of Chan’s wet tongue sucking on his digit, the heat that had pooled in his stomach suddenly sippering out into the rest of his body, feeling the crotch of his pants get tighter at the sensation. 

Chan smiled knowingly around the thumb, sucking on it with more fervour, seeing how Changbin crumpled at the miniscule ministrations. He’d initially been just as enamoured with Changbin’s adorable, heavily concentrating expression, wanting to see for just how long the other would be preoccupied with touching him, before inevitably realising what he was doing and then probably would start to blush all cutely again, perhaps also shying away some, but he himself was too caught up in the moment not to capture the short thumb, sort of knowing that the ravenet was already somewhat affected by his mouth and tongue from his previous, coy glances. 

“Channie-ah, I’m gonna, wait-” Changbin hadn’t been together with any of his roommates, or anyone else either for that matter, for a long time and hadn’t really felt the need or become aroused enough to wanna pleasure himself which lent itself to him almost feeling like he could cum just from having Chan suck on his thumb. 

Chan immediately stopped when he heard the shorter male say wait , letting go of the other’s finger to look at him patiently. “Channie-ah,” Changbin started again, licking his lips anticipatorily. 

“Mm?” Chan hummed softly, just watching the ravenet for the moment being. 

Changbin met those big brown eyes that’d become so big and round as he looked at him, almost like a hurt puppy, not wanting to have done anything wrong. “You don’t have to say yes, but-uhm… could we move someplace else?” He started chewing on his bottom lip again, shuffling a little bit in his spot, already uncomfortably aware of the semi that strained at his zipper, causing him to turn to face the bar, in an effort to hide the outline of it from everyone else in the club. Chan glanced down from the other’s glassy eyes, to his chest, to where he kept his hands on the counter, his waist, then his crotch and he smiled knowingly at the sight of the bulge, standing up from his seat, taking a quick sip of his gin before leaning in close to Changbin’s side. 

“Would you like my place more or d’you prefer your own?” He spoke into Changbin’s ear, placing his arm around the other’s back, his hand perfectly on the other’s opposite hip, loving how the other released his already abused bottom lip to take a shallow inhale. 

“Yours, please?” He turned to meet Chan’s expecting gaze, almost gasping at seeing how close the other actually was. 

“Of course, sweetheart, let’s get a cab.” The blond mentioned for the two of them to walk away towards the exit and Changbin had to actively keep himself from running ahead, ashamed of the semi that was evident through his tight jeans. 

Yeonjun, Wooyoung, San and the rest of the company hadn’t really kept tabs on Changbin, letting him do his own thing with the handsome blond stranger, but when they were starting to move out, Wooyoung felt the itching need to go after his best friend, wanting to tell him to call him if anything happens and to be safe, but San held him down, shaking his head at him disapprovingly. 

“He can take care of himself.” San stated firmly. 

“But-” Wooyoung started, getting cut short with the stern look given to him by all of his friends. The thing was, Wooyoung spoke with Changbin more than any of the others did and the two of them had silent agreements with one another. Even though Changbin was vague on certain aspects of his life, Wooyoung had still managed to figure out how his best friend’s apartment arrangement actually worked by himself, which meant that he knew how Changbin was left unattended for, which left him having to tell the other to please take care of himself more, instead of always catering to everyone else’s every whim… but, he felt like the other going off with a complete stranger might just be a bit too big of a leap. 

“He’ll be fine, I’m pretty sure my friend Bambam knows the guy, he’s talked about someone with the same appearance before at least, he’s good.” 

Meanwhile, Chan opened up the backseat door for Changbin, making sure he got in alright, before lightly jogging around to the other side, to get in himself, telling the driver his address before turning all of his attention to Changbin again, who was still flushed a bright red in embarrassment.

“Sweetheart,” Chan started, something which quickly garnered the other’s attention, gulping as he turned to face the blond, “your blush is adorable, but you don’t need to be embarrassed, I’m not in a much better situation,” he whispered to the other, making sure to be quiet enough that the cab driver couldn’t hear. The two of them were already practically on top of each other and Changbin stole what was intended to be a quick glance past Chan’s legs, only to slowly close and open his mouth in pure anticipation, becoming so incredibly turned on that he could no longer sit still. 

“Channie-ah, fuck, I really-” 

“Me too, sweetheart,” Chan placed a hand on Changbin’s thigh, squeezing it and leaving it there, its warmth seeping in through the fabric of his jeans to his skin “we’ll be there soon,” he added reassuringly. 

The cab stopped outside a tall apartment building. “Come on,” Chan gently tugged on the other’s hand which was entwined with his own, guiding him to the entrance. 

“Which floor are you on?” Changbin asked, trying to not work himself up too much prematurely.

“The 29th, but we’ve got an elevator.”

“The 29th? What?” Changbin glanced back and up through the glass doors, staring in amazement, “My room is only on the third.” 

“ Room , do you rent together with others then?” Chan asked with interest, silently understanding why the other didn’t wanna go to his own place, meanwhile he pressed the elevator button, before then turning to look at the other again, his eyes soft and crescent.

“I share an apartment with a few childhood friends, we’ve got a small room each and share everything else.” Changbin explained, sort of glad for the temporary topic distraction.

“Ah, that sounds fun, I live all alone,” he pouted, before asking “how many are you?” 

“Seven including myself.” Changbin provided and Chan nodded in understanding, absentmindedly moisturising his lips by licking them, causing the shorter male to gulp, hastily looking away, almost jolting when the elevator doors dinged open. The two stepped inside, restraining themselves to each side of the rather slim space, Changbin leaning against the handrail and Chan against the interior wall. 

They both silently reminded themselves that: they were in a public elevator in an apartment building where anyone could walk in at any moment. 

However, no matter how much willpower Changbin used to stay put, not moving an inch, his eyes betrayed him, going up the other’s pretty figure, slowly, taking it all in in better lighting: still just as handsome. Chan’s entire body was evidently sculpted to perfection, every inch was perfect, he already knew about the corded muscles that made up the other’s abdomen, but with the elevator’s admittedly too harsh light, he could see that the black pants sat tight against equally as well-trained legs as well… and shit, just fuck everything. Changbin’s eyes were already in the area and when they darted across the other’s pelvis, he unconsciously stopped at the evident bulge that strained against the other’s pants, much like his own. 

“Changbin, sweetheart, if you continue looking at me with those eyes, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help myself.” Chan’s words dragged him back to the present situation and he blinked, reeling in what the other had said, only to heat up like an oven, hurriedly turning around to hide his undeniably red face. “Hey, baby, I adore your blushing, you don’t have to hide it,” Chan chuckled, amused, albeit his tone was genuine and true, not being able to keep to his side of the elevator any longer. Instead going over to Changbin and putting a careful hand on the small of the other’s back. “Think I can see your pretty face?” He continued raising the other hand and placing it on one of Changbin’s, although not forcing. He gently moved his hand alongside the other’s, smiling warmly as he locked eyes with the other. “How can someone be so hot and cute at the same time?” He started bringing the hand all the way up to the other’s face again, stroking the soft cheek. 

“You’re one to talk,” Changbin quickly mumbled out in passing, catching Chan a bit off guard who smirked at the quick response. 

“Your mouth moves pretty fast, huh?” He mused, then seeing how Changbin started to splutter, in pure retaliation taking a hold of Chan’s hand that had been beside his face and pouting as he turned their positions around, cornering Chan against the handrail instead. The blond male, however, wasn’t affected by this in the way Changbin had intended, instead calmly placing his hands on Changbin’s waist, welcoming the other to stand pressed up against him. 

“Your determination is also cute,” he complimented, squeezing the soft sides teasingly and Changbin captured his bottom lip between his teeth, not sure why the other called his stubbornness cute of all possible adjectives, and then he watched how the other’s lips quirked upwards, daring to smirk. 

Changbin wanted to lean in and kiss the proud look away, perhaps not the most effective of strategies, but, either way, he halted in the last second, just a moment away, his breath ghosting over Chan’s irritatingly plump and perfect lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, eyes intently watching the other’s mouth. 

“Of course, sweetheart, like I said, you don’t need to ask,” he hummed, helping the other close the gap. Their hands immediately got entangled with each other’s clothes, grasping at the fabrics, yet refraining from doing something too uncivil in the public elevator, instead just pressing their bodies flush against one another. 

However, both of their bodies halted when the elevator dinged, the mechanic voice announcing that they’d arrived at the 29th floor. “Ruining the moment-” Changbin complained under his breath, Chan just smiled at it, silently agreeing, before nudging the other to go out. 

“We can have even more and better moments in my apartment, what do you say?” He intertwined their fingers, leading the other to his door, punching in his personal code and unlocking it. 

“Welcome to my place,” Chan smiled as he let the other go in first and Changbin immediately looked around out of pure curiosity, stopping to take off his shoes, but then went straight over to a bureau that reached up to his chest, on top of which he noticed stood a few picture-frames. The short ravenet recognised a young Bang Chan right of the bat, but saw two even younger kids, along with what was probably their parents. “You were cute,” he chimed in with while Chan made an effort to unlace his boots which unfortunately took quite a bit of effort and concentration. “Still are.” He added with a smile, as he looked over at the blond, who glanced up from where he was diligently undoing the shoelaces.

Changbin took his time, seeing a baby photo of what he presumed to be Chan being held in his mother’s arms, the photodate in the bottom right of the picture, evidently taken by an old fashion camera, 1997 10 3. “Channie-ah, are you older than me? Should I call you hyung?” He queried, almost jumping when he felt a hand on his waist, looking over to see that the other was done.

“That depends on how old you are?” 

“I’m born 99.” Changbin pouted and Chan hummed, nodding his head. 

“I am older then, but I’m also half Australian so I’m more comfortable with you just calling me Chan, or Channie.” He explained, once again squeezing the shorter male’s waist. 

“You too? One of my flatmates is also Australian, how long have you lived here for then? Your Korean sounds fluent.” A picture of the freckled boy with bleached platinum blond hair flashed in his head, but he dismissed it quickly, focusing back on the person currently with him.

“I’ve visited since childhood, but moved pretty much right after I turned 20, I go back to visit almost every winter though.” Chan explained. “But what about you, wanna take a look around my apartment?” Chan continued, his hand rubbing up and down the other’s waist tentatively.

Changbin, who was already starting to feel way too needy and horny, couldn’t imagine having a house tour in the middle of it all, so he turned to face the other fully, pursing his lips in thought as he studied the older male’s features once more, zeroing in on those lips that had sucked on his thumb so deliciously that he almost felt like he could come just from that… not one of his proudest moments. “Your fascination with my lips is quite endearing, sweetheart, mind if I indulge you?” Chan hummed as he carefully brought the other’s hand up to his face, at first just pecking the top of it, making him stretch his fingers out so that he could place kisses on each of them. What had Changbin almost stumbling was when Chan suddenly licked between his index and middle finger, the wet tongue dipped in between them, before he took the two digits into his mouth, a smirk simultaneously playing on his lips as he enveloped them tightly between his lips. 

“Chan-Channie-ah if you continue that now, I’ll seriously-” Changbin stumbled over his words, going to grab at Chan’s arm with his free hand, gulping hard as he felt the thick muscle tense within his grip, which didn’t help. 

Chan released the fingers, a string of saliva still connecting them and the black haired male felt all heat that he’d tried to suppress on the way over resurface tenfold. “Want to go to my bedroom instead?” The blond asked in a low, calm tone, to which he got a hasty nod.

Chan led the shorter to the other end of his apartment and Changbin would’ve perhaps taken the opportunity to take in the spectacle that was an apartment on the 29th floor if it wasn’t for the fact that all he could think about was Chan’s mouth and how he desperately wanted to kiss it again. 

The older male steered them into a master bedroom, with a large king sized bed placed against the same wall as the door, both facing floor to ceiling windows that faced out to the big city, the neon lights beautifully bouncing off the skyscrapers’ glass and creating a colourful spectacle. None of this was perceived by either of the two men though: Chan pulled Changbin up, holding him midair as he put a knee on the bed, placing the other in the very middle. 

“Is this a better place, sweetheart?” He said as he sat back on the mattress on his knees, watching how Changbin hastily nodded, opening his arms and reaching out for him. 

“Please don’t keep so far away,” the younger pleaded, wanting Chan close, to feel him, and said male immediately agreed, spreading the other’s thick thighs to lay in between them, leaning in the closest he could without feeling like he’d be crushing the other beneath himself. 

“Channie-ah,” the ravenet started shortly. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” Chan spoke in such a sweet tone and Changbin’s heart never stopped tingling at the endearing nickname.

“Can I kiss you again?” Changbin asked, and he’d continue to ask. 

“Yeah, you can,” Chan smiled warmly at the question, knowing that it was just as much for Changbin himself as it was for him. Chan aided the action by leaning down further, capturing Changbin’s pouty lips with his own, licking them and kissing them openly, while he also felt the other’s hands wander over his waist, to his skin, just beneath the bottom hem of his cropped jacket. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking off to grin at the younger male. “Do you like my waist sweetheart?” He asked, clearly amused by the fact. 

“Uhm, I just, you’re so perfect that I want to feel you,” Changbin stated, pushing through his initial bashfulness and his honesty made Chan lean down to capture his lips again, before leaning all of his weight onto one of his arms, using the other to grab the hem of his top. He broke the kiss once more, almost chuckling at the adorable whine that left the other’s lips. 

“Can I take my jacket off? Or maybe you want me to keep it on?” He joked, already knowing what reaction he’d get and Changbin instantly shook his head. 

“Please take it off.” Chan undid the few buttons on his cropped suit jacket, letting it fall off his shoulders, before he tossed it towards the vague direction of his clothing bin in one of the corners. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Changbin was in complete awe, only staring at first, before he slowly started to drag his hands upwards from the waist, following the faint happytrail up the other’s muscules, feeling every indention. 

“Can I admire your body too?” Chan asked, leaning down so that the other was face to face with Chan’s unfairly handsome facial features once more. 

“Yes, but-uhm, I’m-my body’s not as defined as yours,” he started, chewing on his lip and Chan tapped his thumb over the other’s mouth, making him release the already red and swollen skin, before brushing a thumb over it. 

“Baby, I’ve seen your body through your teasingly tight muscle-tee, and I’ve felt it as I’ve held you, you’re already perfect.” Chan stated clearly, releasing the hold he had on the younger male’s chin, “So can I help you take this off?” He asked as he played with the black tee’s fabric, garnering him a quick nod. “Thank you,” he slipped his hand in, beneath the shirt, letting the fabric pool over his wrist as he pushed further upwards, revealing more and more smooth, blemishless skin, the prettiest and most soft looking tummy on display before him. Chan couldn’t help himself, not even finishing taking the shirt fully off as he bent down to nip at the spotless skin, licking and kissing it, marking it up as his own.

“Channie,” Changbin’s hand on the other’s waist travelled to the blond locks instead, making home there, gently tugging and pulling whenever the older male went over any more sensitive areas. Chan, meanwhile, could just do this for the rest of the evening if Changbin would let him, however, after making pretty patterns all over the other’s stomach, he leaned back to admire his work, pleased with the results, glancing up to see the glazed over look that the black haired male was giving him. 

“Ah, should we perhaps take this off now?” He started, a bit amused by how he’d gotten so lost in the moment, before then starting to push it further up, finally getting it over the other’s chest… for comfortability’s sake, he got the item of clothing off fully, but his half lidded eyes were instantly locked on the large chest that was on display right in front of him, darker, tan nipples already perky from arousal. His muscle-tee might’ve been a blessing at the club, but it was nothing compared to having the slightly flushed skin naked and within touch right in front of him. “Fucking hell-” Chan couldn’t stop the words from escaping past his mouth, which started to water at the mere sight. If he liked Changbin’s tummy, his chest… oh, his chest. 

“Can I?” Chan leaned down, hovering just above Changbin’s large pecs, awaiting an answer and the ravenet hastily nodded, about to also say yes , when his planned words turned into a sinfully loud moan, feeling Chan’s perfectly plush lips enclose around one of his nipples, sucking on it with fervour. If Changbin had enjoyed the other’s lips around his fingers — this? This was so much better. Chan also used one of his hands to feel and squeeze the other pec, massaging it, before running his thumb over it until it found its way to his unattended nipple, thumbing the perky bud, eliciting a high pitched sound to fly out of Changbin’s mouth in pure reflex. 

“Channie-ah! If you continue that I’ll seriously come,” Changbin stated, not sure what it would do in all honesty, but Chan just smiled as he licked up the swollen skin, then kissed it.

“You can come however many times you want with me baby, no need to hold back,” Chan spoke, so close to his skin that Changbin’s lips quivered at the aroused chills that it sent down his chest and then out to the rest of his body. 

Chan moved over just slightly, claiming the other bud with his mouth, leaving large open mouthed kisses over it, sucking and biting until it was just as swollen as the first one, continuing to thumb the other with his second hand, before tweaking it between his fingers and he could feel how Changbin’s body spasmed against his own and he leaned back just enough to take in the blissful and utterly sinful expression the other made as he came; gasping over his own moans as he gripped Chan’s body for support, eyes shut tightly, his mouth pouty and ajar. 

“You sound amazing,” Chan hummed as he sat back a bit, but not too far, licking his lips as he glanced down at Changbin’s pants, clearly still somewhat hard. “Can I take these off too?” He gripped the belt hoops, tugging on them lightly. 

“Mhm, please,” Changbin wanted this so much, “Please, Chan, I want you so bad.” His voice was breathy and airy, still riding out his high from his climax. 

“Yeah, want me inside you?” Chan mused tugging the jeans and underwear down and over the other’s legs, having to stop himself from giving the muscular but so extremely soft looking thighs the same attention that he’d given the rest of Changbin’s body. He could already see that the other really wanted him, heck he’d actually begged for it even, and Chan was also so freaking hard already. 

He gave a quick peck to the other’s leg, and no more, before he started to undo his own belt and buttons, pulling down the zipper. “Baby, I need to go get lube, think you can ease these paws for a second?” He tapped the hands that were secured on his waist, only being greeted with a pout as he locked eyes with the black haired male. 

“Can’t we just-” Changbin trailed off, although not very subtly glancing down to his already semi hard cock again, which laid red and wet against his stomach, the slippery substance shining in the dim light. 

“Fuck, baby,” Chan leaned down to capture the other’s lips, licking into the other’s mouth, before going back, “you’re so fucking sexy.” One of Chan’s hands slipped down to hold the underside of the younger male’s thigh, pushing the leg up a little to give him better access, whilst using the other to push down his own pants down to just below his hip bone, freeing his cock from the confines. Changbin watched in wanton, licking his lips and letting his mouth fall slack as he watched the other pump himself just less than a handful of times. 

“Channie-ah, please” his hands on the blond’s waist shifted upwards, placing his arms languidly on the other’s shoulders, thumbing at the plush lips and watching in trepidation. 

Chan opened his mouth just a bit, enough for the searching fingers to find their home in his mouth, feeling how two short digits soon thereafter pushed inside. He let them lay on his tongue, before he enclosed it around them, sucking on them, all the while he started lubing himself up with the cum that already adorned Changbin’s pelvis. 

Chan swiftly gathered the slick white substance, groaning as he moved to prod the pad of a finger at Changbin’s entrance. Chan let go of the fingers in his mouth to say “Baby, can I finger you?” 

“Mhm,” Changbin nodded vigorously. Chan hummed, squeezing the thigh in his other hand appreciatively. He slicked up the rim, rubbing the white substance around the hole, garnering a small whine. The sound was enough of an incentive for Chan to actually push his index finger inside, easing it in carefully. He twisted the digit inside, prodding at the warm, hot insides.

“You’re really tight baby,” his voice was quiet as he slowly eased in a second digit, using the two to start to scissor them inside.

“I-I usually don’t get to bottom…” Changbin admitted, gulping as he saw the other’s eyes travelled from his lower regions, squeezing his thigh again, the lustful eyes slowly dragging up his entire body to then stare right into his eyes with conviction. 

“I don’t wanna miss out on you though,” Chan mused, licking his lips as he twisted his fingers and hooked them up and front, managing to just scrape by the bundle of nerves, causing Changbin to lose the eye contact, a startled moan flying out of his mouth before he could even comprehend it and Chan smiled adoringly at the reaction, doing the same motion over and over, seeing the other come apart so beautifully. “It’d be a shame not to have you like this, sweetheart,” Chan added, adding a third finger into the mix and Changbin could only somewhat incoherently nod in response. 

The blond male moved his hand fluidly, loosening the other and prodding at the hot insides, before he slipped the three digits out. He used his already slippery hand to slick up himself more, glancing up to meet Changbin’s eyes in confirmation. “You okay, sweetheart?” 

“M’yes, please continue.” Chan let a small chuckle slip past his lips upon hearing the cute demand, his mouth then settling into a smile as he aligned himself with the wet entrance. His hold on the soft underside of Changbin’s thigh unconsciously tightened as he carefully pushed inside, watching for the younger’s reaction and any change. The ravenet, in turn, held Chan’s shoulders tightly, squeezing the muscles in his hands pleasantly as he savoured the feeling of the other’s cock sliding into him, pressing flush against his warm walls. “Fuck, Chan-” he took a deep breath, before exhaling largely, “-feel so good.” 

“Yeah?” Chan smirked at the admission, he, too, feeling incredibly good. He continued pressing in further until he bottomed out, his hips flush against Changbin’s ass, stopping to wait there for a moment. “You good, baby?” He asked, raising a hand to stroke his thumb over the other’s red and spit-slick bottom lip. 

“Mm!” Changbin hastily nodded, kneading at the blond’s shoulders. “Yo-you can move,” he added quietly, getting a quick peck on his nose, then lips. The quick kiss became longer, Chan capturing the other’s tongue, sucking on it as he slowly started pulling out, experimentally pushing back in, cautious at first, only to have the other positively moan into his mouth, hands blissfully massaging his neck and shoulder. He then started to pull out once again, tugging and pulling back and forth, until Changbin parted from his lips to say “Channie-ah, more-” and the older male had no restraint in his body to not comply, this time almost fully pulling out, before thrusting back in, starting to set a phase. 

Changbin keened pleasurably at Chan reaching the tight bundle of nerves every time, his back arching off the bed and his legs jostling with every thrust. It was Chan’s turn to bite his bottom lip, heavy heady eyes looking down at how freaking hot the ravenet was, soft moans continuously slipped out, much higher pitched than his usual voice, his jaw slack and breathing heavily, panting, hands comfortably kneading his hot skin, meeting his every thrust and cleanchig around him “Fuck, I like you so much sweetheart,” he let his lip go to speak, also somewhat out of breath, “-you’re so gorgeous.”

“I…” Changbin took a deep breath through the pleasure, swallowing the excess saliva in his mouth, “I like you too.” 

Chan felt like he could come from those words alone, rolling his hips into the welcoming heat in a fluid motion, “Yeah? You do?” His pace started going a bit offbeat, too hot and bothered to be able to control his rhythm. 

“Mm, I do… a lot,” Changbin spoke in between gasps, feeling his stomach tighten even further, his dick already leaking precum onto his stomach, “-like you a lot.” 

“M’fuck, you’re so good, so prefect!” Chan groaned, feeling Changbin tighten around him with every passing moment, causing his hips to stutter. “Wait, sweetheart, can I come inside?” He had a brief moment of clarity, breathing heavily as he slowed down just a bit, waiting for a reply before continuing. 

“Yes, please do, fuck, want it in me so bad-” Chan didn’t hold back after that, resuming the previous pace, his high coming back as the other squeezed down on him. 

Neither had the capacity to hold on for much longer, Chan’s hips beginning to shake somewhat again, doing so more and more with every thrust, before he leaned down to capture the other’s open lips, licking into his mouth and moaning deeply as he felt his stomach tighten and relax. Changbin reciprocated all these feelings, grasping at Chan’s back relentlessly. 

The older male felt all heat in his gut spread out fast, shooting out at a specific thrust, before climaxing, cumming inside Changbin with a loud groan. He kept riding it out, pulling and thrusting back inside, milking it as his hands found their home on the other’s large chest, cupping the pecs before toying with the perky nipples, having Changbin throw his head back, his moan got cut off by a gasp, feeling how his cock twitched and he spasmed as he came, the white substance falling over his stomach and chest, whilst both breathed heavily. 

Chan’s thrusts became more and more shallow, slowing down his phase, feeling up the other’s incredible muscles until he stopped completely, with heavy eyelids looking down at the ravenet, who looked so blissfully fucked out, visibly pleased.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He mused as he leaned over the other, to kiss the younger male’s cute nose, not bothering to keep in the coo that escaped him upon seeing the other scrunch up said nose. 

“I… thank you,” Changbin tried taking deep breaths, calming himself down, feeling a soft press against his lips, a kiss filled with adoration, before the older male leaned back with a smile. 

“No need to say thank you, sweetheart.” Chan started pulling out, careful not to hurt the other, who’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, sensitive, but still enjoying the sensation. “Want me to clean you up? Or would you prefer a shower?” He asked laying down beside Changbin, propped up somewhat on one of his elbows, a hand still softly massaging the soft skin of the other’s chest, caressing all the beautiful deep marks that were scattered over the otherwise smooth skin. 

“We could take one together?” Changbin pursed his lips, too embarrassed to even meet the other’s eyes after having proposed the idea, but the blond man simply chuckled, humming in delight.

“Of course, I’d love to, baby, I just didn’t want you to feel like we had to.” Chan explained quietly, the room falling comfortably silent. “Wanna take it now, so that we can go to sleep or would you prefer to rest some more? Wind down?” 

“Mmm-I feel sticky, ‘should probably clean up,” the black haired male mumbled, glancing down to his torso and Chan chuckled again, before nodding in agreement.

“Of course, come here.” He sat up on his knees, softly tugging on the other’s arm to help him sit up, planting a quick peck on his nose just one more time for good measure, before he stood up from the bed, holding out his hand for the other to take. “I can carry you if you’d like?” 

“I don’t think you c-” Changbin started, wholly not believing that anyone could, but he had to swallow his own words, feeling how the other bent down and took a firm hold of his butt, picking him up, consequently making him wrap his legs around the other’s hips to not fall down, blinking in bewilderment as Chan started walking with him towards what he assumed was the bathroom. “Channie-ah, you-” he commented, trailing off as the other looked at him, a proud smirk on his lips, along with a playful expression. 

“Come on baby,” Chan squeezed the soft bum, before setting the other down on his feet on the tiled bathroom floor. The taller male opened up the glass door, mentioning for the other to step inside, then stepping in himself. “Could you move over a bit, I don’t want the cold water to hit you,” Chan nudged Changbin’s naked thigh a bit, not being able to help the smile that was stuck on his lips. 

The ravenet stepped over into the corner, almost pressing up against the tile wall, which was actually quite pleasing, feeling the cold tiles against his warm skin, cooling him down, but he gasped when he felt the cold splatter of a few stray droplets bounce over and hit his skin. 

“Sorry, it’s warm now, don’t worry,” Chan grabbed the other’s wrist, lightly tugging on him to step into the water. The two stepped up, pressing against one another to both fit underneath the stream of the showerhead, their hips and legs flat against one another, intermingling, their hands already on each other, squeezing and searching. Chan’s hands wandered to Changbin’s waist, pulling the other’s whole torso against his own as well, loving how the soft muscular chest felt against his own. 

“Chan… you’ll get the cum over you too, I should wash it off first,” the black haired male whined, albeit not at all unhappy with the situation, smiling coyly as he noticed how the other simply licked his lips at his statement, one of the hands falling lower to grasp his ass. “Mm-”

“Want help getting cleaned out?” The older asked, his sneaky hand slipping down to prod at the slicked up entrance, water flowing down around his hand and Changbin bashfully turned around, not waiting for Chan as he put his hand on the tiled wall, looking back over his shoulder at the blond man, who sucked in a deep breath at the teasing posture. Changbin’s round, full ass on display, his own cum dribbling out of the hole and sliding down his wet legs. “Fuck… sweetheart, you’re making me hard again,” Chan gulped, taking in the sight, feeling his cock twitch back to life, a pool of heat sparking in his gut. 

“I wouldn’t mind.”

 

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The next morning, when Changbin woke up, before he even opened his eyes, he raised his arms above his head, doing a large, shaky full body stretch. Content with the almost pleasurable trembling, he relaxed, letting his arms fall down to his sides again, before he blinked his eyes open, still laced in tiredness and he brought up a hand to his mouth, covering his yawn, before eventually sitting up. 

He glanced to the other side of the bed, finding it empty, the other half of the duvet neatly patted out. He was on an empty bed. An empty large bed, which meant that last night had happened, he had met Chan, they had gone back to the latter’s place and he’d felt better than he had in many months. Changbin, for some reason, didn’t feel too alarmed by the other’s absence, he simply glanced around the room, spotting his clothes neatly folded and stacked on a chair that had been turned around for him to notice, probably Chan’s doing. On top of his all black clothes was a contrastingly white piece of paper. Changbin lazily stretched again, then crawling off the bed, tip-toeing over to the chair and picking up the note. 

‘I was sadly called into work to cover for someone, but I made you some breakfast, it’s wrapped in plastic inside the fridge, if you don’t like it or would prefer something else, you’re free to help yourself to whatever you want. I also wrote down my number… because I’d love to talk more with you. 

~ Chan’

Changbin unconsciously smiled at the scribbled writing, picking up his phone to quickly register the number, checking the time: ten am, before glancing back down at his clothes, noting a new pair of underwear lying on top, the tag taken off, but clearly newly bought. The short male couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before starting to get dressed. He made the rest of the bed as well, not wanting to seem like a slob, although he usually left his own rather messy. 

After finishing up, he started to make his way out into the hallway, not really sure how to navigate around the place, only knowing the way from the bathroom to the bedroom, but he took a gander and went down the other direction of the hallway, noting that it seemed to open up towards the end. He ventured down, eyes widening as he came into a conjoined living room and dining area, which, much like the bedroom, had floor to ceiling glass panels, overlooking the city… and oh shit, it might be pretty, but heights really weren’t Changbin’s thing. The short ravenet hastily took a few steps back again, going over to the dining table instead, watching and appreciating the view from afar. 

It turned out that the kitchen was just beside the conjoined space and he lazily strolled over, remembering the note and taking a peek into the refrigerator. Inside were a lot of foods, some quick ready to go meals, but also a lot of protein, which Changbin didn’t find weird at all, seeing how Chan’s body was chiselled to absolute perfection. He then noticed how, on the mid-rack stood a plate full of thick but crispy pancakes, fried bacon and eggs. It was the only plate that was wrapped in plastic in the fridge so Changbin picked it up, suddenly feeling his stomach grumble as he went to put it over on the counter. Chan was perfect. 

He was being way too freaking good to him. 

He closed the fridge, going over to unwrap the plastic and guessing right on the first try where the bin was, throwing it away. He spun around, spotting a microwave, putting it in to heat up for a minute. Whilst waiting, he tried to find a fork and knife and it took him three tries to find the right drawer, getting them out, before the microwave beeped. 

He sat down by the dining table, looking out over the city whilst starting to eat. It was all so serene. 

He moaned at the taste of warm pancakes, the salt from the bacon adding to it and the additional egg with a still somewhat runny yolk was the cherry on top. After finishing up, only having noticed how hungry he was after starting to eat, he washed up and cleaned the dishes, putting them on the drying rack, not wanting to snoop around all of the other’s cabinets just to locate their right placements. 

He paused in getting ready to leave, looking out the windows in awe once more, all before he came to the sudden, obvious, realisation that he had no idea of how to lock up. The ravenet fished out his phone from his pocket, going to the newly added number. 

‘Good morning Chan, it’s Changbin, I’m up and have eaten. It was delicious, thank you! I was just wondering how I would go about locking everything?’ He only waited for a second before he saw three small dots, and he waited anticipatory. 

‘I’m in a meeting, can I call you in a min?’ Changbin smiled, nodding to himself as he sent a quick ‘okay’ in return, walking over to the hallway whilst waiting, thinking to put on his shoes in the meantime. He would’ve wanted to talk to Chan more too, but he did feel a tiny bit awkward about staying in the other’s apartment while said person wasn’t there… and then to greet him back to his own place? That was an awkwardness he’d rather spare himself of, no matter the fact that he had no need to go into work today. 

One minute later, and no longer, his phone buzzed and Changbin hastily pulled it up, accepting the call. “Hi Chan!” He greeted happily. 

“Good morning sweetheart, sleep well?” Chan’s smile could almost be heard through the phone and Changbin hummed, fully content.

“Yeah, it was so cool to wake up here, with the cityview and everything!” He explained, giddy about the perfect morning he’d had. His own bedroom had no windows whatsoever, so it was a stark contrast to what he was used to. 

“Sounds good,” Chan hummed, having wanted to see the younger’s reaction himself if he could’ve, but he was too much of a people pleaser to say no to his colleague to not take over his shift. “Were you thinking about leaving soon, or just for later?” He continued, his tone soft and calm, walking back to his own office after the meeting. 

“I’m probably leaving soon, I was thinking of meeting up with a friend, Wooyoung, I don’t know if you noticed, but he was the clingy one at the club yesterday?” Changbin explained, although he hadn’t yet actually called to see if said man was awake yet. 

“Ah, yeah, I remember him.” Chan nodded, even though the other couldn’t see it, opening his office door and stepping inside for some privacy. “Well, if you wanna leave, all you have to do is shut the door firmly and then press the lower left button on the keypad, the one that sorta looks like a star.” Chan easily explained. 

“Ah, okay.”

“Sweetheart, can I-would you wanna meet up again sometime?” Chan’s voice was gentle, almost quiet and Changbin felt the comfortably familiar and warm feeling in his chest at the query. 

“Of course, Channie-ah, I’d really like that.” 

“Oh thank you, that’s great, I’ll-” Chan started and the younger male could hear over the phone how someone opened a door and then an unfamiliar voice spoke, presumably saying something to chan. “Ahh, sorry sweetie, I have to go back to work, but can I text you later?” His voice came back closer to the phone and Changbin hummed an affirmative. 

“Yeah, I’d like that, good luck!” He bid goodbye, hearing the other wish him well, before hanging up. He looked at the ended call phone screen until it went white again, reading Chan’s name on the screen. He was so kind and adorable… he started drifting, thinking about the previous night and the image of Chan’s smile with the complimentary dimples deeply set on each cheek. “He’s so pretty…” he whispered to himself, before somewhat shaking his head, getting back to the present. He tapped the arrow back on his phone, searching up W and pressing call . 

“Changbin-ah my adorable bestie! You’re not dead! How was it? Was he good? Was he nice? Did you fuck him or did you finally get to bottom for once? What are you doing now?” Wooyoung didn’t leave much room for Changbin to greet him back, instead bombarding him with questions right off the bat. 

The short ravenet pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, although amused, “Can I come over? I can tell you all about it in person?” He proposed, getting a gasp and a whisper in return, the other probably saying something to San in the background. 

“Did he kick you out or something? Is he mean?” Wooyoung’s head immediately assumed the worst, but the other cut him off before he went on another interrogation rampage.

“No. Chan is… he’s really nice, he was called in for work early though, so he had to leave before I woke up, he pre-made breakfast for me and folded my clothes and everything though… we talked on the phone just before this too,” he explained, an unconscious smile tugging on his lips and Wooyoung awed into the mic.

“You deserve to be taken care of too, I’m glad it’s good.” Wooyoung was so genuinely happy for the other that he felt like squeezing something, the nearest and best thing being San’s thigh.

“And of course you can come over, just give us a sec to put on something else to wear.” 

“Woo-ah, I haven’t even left his apartment yet.” He let out a heavy breath.  

“Yeah, yeah, do you know how long it is?” The other sounded almost impatient, probably wanting the more private details sooner rather than later. 

“No, but I’ll text when I’m five minutes away, yeah?”

“Sounds good! See ya soon.”

“Yeah, bye.” The black haired male hung up, slipping the phone back into his front pocket and walking up to the front door. He walked out, shutting it firmly just like Chan had instructed, pressing the little star button. It beeped once. He tried jostling the handle, nodding to himself when he couldn’t get it open. After getting to the elevator, he got inside, getting out his phone again to tap in the address to Wooyoung- and San’s apartment: only a 20 minute walk. 

He got out of Chan’s apartment building, kind of glad that he didn’t have to bump into any snooping neighbours and having to explain why he was there when they’d never seen him before, instead quickly taking off, walking towards his best friend’s place. 

When it was vaguely five minutes left, he got out his phone again, texting the other to say that he was there soon. He wanted to meet up with Wooyoung for multiple reasons: number one was to talk about his night, seeing how he sort of promised that back at the club, second came sort of as a happy consequence of wanting to talk, which was to avoid his speculative flatmates back at his own place. He’d rather not take a gamble and stumble into them and then have them prod and poke at him… although he was unsure if they’d do that in the first place, now that they practically ignored him. 

Either way, he got buzzed inside the apartment complex’s ground floor door, taking the few flights of stairs, and stopping to knock on apartment number seven.

“Changbinnie-ah, you’re here! Tell me EVERYTHING.” Wooyoung opened up the door and hastily pulled him inside, getting him to sit next to him on the couch, whilst San was off somewhere else, maybe the bedroom. 

“So, his name is Bang Chan, he’s born 97, he can apparently also cook some really freaking good breakfast,” Changbin listed the more regular things, ticking them off before eventually being roped into telling the other about the sex. 

“And how was it? You have to tell me! The two of you were so attached at the club, it must’ve been good, right?” Wooyoung was basically bouncing in place, tapping the backrest impatiently as he awaited an answer. 

 

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Changbin had said goodbye to Wooyoung just half an hour earlier, promising to hang out after some more suffocating hugs. Now he stood, also feeling somewhat suffocated, as he unlocked the door to his own apartment. Why was he so nervous? He had no reason to be. It wasn’t as if he and his flatmates were in any type of exclusive relationship. They had simply agreed to sometimes help each other with certain things if they didn’t have anyone else. He opened up the door, stepping inside to hear that it was quiet. However, he didn’t get much further than to take off his shoes, before he almost jumped in surprise, Minho suddenly standing next to him, probably having heard someone enter, since his room was the closest to the entrance. 

“Where have you been?” The brunet asked, arms lazily folded over his chest, blinking at Changbin, somewhat disinterested, but still waiting for an answer either way. 

“I just came back from Wooyoung’s” he explained, which wasn’t half false. 

“Stayed over without telling me, or any of the others?” Minho muttered, clearly not satisfied with his actions and Changbin immediately apologised, tilting his head downward. 

“Sorry, I just, I tried… knocking yesterday but no one replied so I just went out, but I should’ve texted, I know.” Changbin said. 

What Minho didn’t know was that Wooyoung knew every little in and out of Changbin’s feelings and he’d rather cater to his best friend than a hyung: so if Lee Minho was ever to call him, he’d immediately, without thinking a second time about it, cover for him. 

Changbin felt his phone buzz and he glanced up at the older male, waiting for any sort of response. “Mn.” Minho simply hummed, walking back inside his room and closing the door after himself, after which the ravenet, too, headed into his bedroom, getting out his phone to see a text, causing him to smile, it was from Chan: 

‘Hi sweetheart, I got off from work, how’s your day been?’ 

 

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A week went by in the blink of an eye and Changbin didn’t think much about it. He and Chan texted… almost daily, but none of his flatmates seemed to notice how much he was on his phone, or perhaps they simply didn’t care. He and Chan couldn’t meet up though, they’d both had work and their schedules clashed. However, as he was laying stomach down on his bed, face in his phone, not hearing someone talk to him or come inside, he suddenly jolted at feeling the bed dip out of nowhere. At either of his sides sat Felix and Hyunjin respectively, both towering over him on the bed. 

“Hyung, won’t you come with us?” Hyunjin asked, smiling as his hand danced over the ravenet’s back, which tensed at the feeling. 

“Please Changbin-ah?” Felix added, starting to massage the older male’s shoulders and arms. 

“Ah, sorry, I was just going to head to the gym, Minho’s available though, isn’t he?” He turned around, sitting up, patting the two’s thighs reassuringly, before then standing up. 

“We want you though,” Felix tried, getting an agreeing hum from his partner in crime. 

“Sorry, but I really need to workout my legs, I’ve been neglecting my quads a bit too much.” He said, which was somewhat true: he did feel like he needed to work on them more, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t train legs, he did so just the other week. 

“Fine, next time though.” Hyunjin and Felix both caved, not wanting to stop their hyung from becoming even more muscular, something which they liked, enjoying touching said muscles whenever they got the chance. 

Getting cornered by his flatmates, for some reason, became more frequent in the following days, all of his friends starting to get more and more inclined to beg him to sleep with them. And not one of them understood why Changbin wasn’t agreeing.  

The next day was a comparatively calm one, until Felix decided to happily exclaim “Let’s watch a movie!” His voice was loud through the apartment and Changbin could hear how someone almost crashed into his door before barreling down the corridor, probably trying to rush to see who gets the best seat on the couch. Their poor downstairs neighbours must truly hate them with their entire beings. Meanwhile, Changbin sat with his laptop, content where he was snuggled up beneath his fluffy blanket. However, the silence didn’t last for very long, with a soft knock on his door and Changbin hummed in return, causing the one on the other side to crack it open, peeking his head through to try and spot him. 

“Hyung, won’t you come watch with us?” Jeongin asked, waiting patiently for an answer. Going by how often he blinked and how goofy the smile looked, Changbin could tell that the youngest would probably only manage to sit upright for five minutes tops, before falling asleep. 

“Yeah, you should come, Changbin-ah, we can even choose a movie that you’ll like this time, nothing too cringey.” Minho joined Jeongin in the doorway, putting a lazy arm around the youngest’s shoulders, smiling at Changbin, beckoning him over with a nod of his head. 

“Yeah, okay.” He wasn’t hard to convince, not when he was offered whichever movie he didn’t absolutely hate the premise of. He crawled out from his makeshift seat by the head of the bed, waddling out and over to where Jeongin waited for him. Minho had already gone over to the living room couch, so Changbin situated his arm where the other’s had previously laid, squeezing his dongsaeng’s shoulder affectionately as they made their way over. The couch was already full, but there were blankets and cushions already laid out just beneath, on the floor. 

“What movie?” Jisung chirped as he came crashing into the backrest of the couch, carrying two bowls of chips and dip. 

Changbin sat with Jeongin on the floor, not wanting to push his way into the tight fit of the already overcrowded piece of furniture, but no one could stop Han Jisung from practically diving headfirst into Minho’s lap, after having put down the bowls of course. 

“Can we watch the Titanic?” Hyunjin spoke up, catching Changbin off guard, not even trying to hide the frown that quickly settled over his face.

“We’ve seen that a handful of times before and its super long.” Changbin stated, shaking his head, but Felix was quick to take the other’s side. 

“It’s been like a whole year since last time though, please hyungs?” The platinum blond male spoke to both of the oldest, knowing that one was easier to persuade than the other.

“Hm?” Minho glanced down to where Changbin and Jeongin were sat snuggled up against one another, thinking that the short ravenet, even though deeply disliking the movie, would be too lazy to get up. “Sure, why not?” 

“I’m not sitting through another five hours of that.” Changbin didn’t care for the fact that Hyunjin pointed out his hyperbole, nor Felix correcting him that it was only three hours and a half. 

“It’s not that bad, it’s a classic.” 

“Are you going to watch the Titanic?” Changbin sighed, wanting to get a clear-cut answer and Hyunjin refused to back down, insisting. 

“Yes.”

“Have fun then, I’ll be in my room.” He sighed, detaching himself from Jeongin, tucking the blanket in so that the youngest wouldn’t be cold, before standing up and walking away. Upon entering his room, Changbin gets out his phone, noticing a silenced text that he’d received. 

‘Sweetheart, hi! Saw the text from earlier, but I’ve been bombarded at work all day, how are you?’ The text immediately erased the previous debacle from the forefront of his mind, a small smile instead taking over his frown, starting to type up an answer. 

‘I’m good, it was nothing specific’ he sent back, waiting for less than a minute to see the three dots again. 

‘You sure?’ Chan wanted to be certain. 

‘Yeah’ and yes, he was. He’d simply been bored earlier in the day so he’d texted Chan just to see what was happening in the other’s seemingly more eventful life. He waited for a short moment, the loud shriek of one of his flatmates over in the living room reminding him of his dull evening. ‘Actually, are you doing anything right now?’ He sent, after which his eyes wandered across his room, his attention starting to drift until he felt his phone buzz again. 

‘Aw, sorry sweetheart, I’m still at work’ Chan replied, something which made Changbin practically gape, having to double check the clock on his phone: it was ten in the evening. 

‘At this time?’ Changbin quickly wrote back to him. 

‘Yeah, I want to get this deal finalised before going back’ Chan explained and the ravenet nodded in understanding, also having pulled similar shifts before. 

In the end he settled with simply texting ‘Good luck!’

‘Yeah, thank you,’ he got a quick response, albeit still seeing the three dots, after which the other then also added ‘talk to you later?’

‘Mhm, bye!!’ Changbin sighed as he looked at the rapidly sent texts, huffing to himself as he slumped down on his bed tiredly. 

He clicked on the arrow back, going to his second most recent chat, typing vigorously at the screen. 

It didn’t take long for him to get a response, which made a small smile grow on his face, watching another three dots pop up, before reading the singular word added ‘pizza?’

‘Of course, I’ll bring some omw there!’ Changbin smiled, shutting his phone off, going over to the front door. There was no point in changing into something more appropriate to wear. Wooyoung and San weren’t picky. 

Changbin called up the pizza joint that was the closest to Wooyoung’s apartment, ordering three different kinds, before hanging up. He arrived at the restaurant’s door not five minutes later, paying for the food before walking out with the three cartons in his hands, carrying them all the way over to his best friend’s place. The night wasn’t too cold, but it was noticeably starting to get a bit chilly, nevertheless the pizzas that he held warmed him up enough to not fuss about it. 

He quickly arrived at the other’s place, getting buzzed inside and, just after setting the food down on the coffee table, he got crushed in the usual tight hug. The three of them all settled down in the couple’s couch, squeezed in there together, getting out the newly released movie that was supposedly based off of a real life criminal cold-case. 

Changbin and Wooyoung couldn’t help but jump at certain moments, almost flinging their pizzas away, meanwhile San remained as cool as a cucumber, not so much as flinching when the main protagonist was suddenly shot out of nowhere. 

Their evening ended with a random clip of funny animals, trying to lighten the mood after the almost too thrilling movie, which had all of them sleeping soundly on top of each other, still on the couch. San was also sadly left out of the hug that Wooyoung only included Changbin in. 

The leftover slices of the pizza were left out in the open, but neither of them cared as they warmed them up in the microwave the following morning to eat for breakfast. 

Both San and Wooyoung had to go to work early so Changbin left their apartment at the same time they did, only four minutes past six o’clock, and he lazily started to make his way back to his own apartment, not finding the energy in himself to hurry, not when he had no reason to. 

When he arrived back at the apartment, everything was dead quiet. He shuffled inside silently, not knowing if the other had gone to school or work, or anything along those lines. It was Monday so he sort of expected most of them to be out, but to his surprise he was greeted with the sight of two of them laying on the couch: Seungmin and Jeongin. 

They were all still dead asleep, not showing a single hint of waking up any time soon and, since Changbin had no idea of what their schedules looked like, he trusted them enough to know their own deadlines. 

He’d already eaten breakfast so he’d planned on simply going back to his own room, when he heard some shuffling from Jisung’s bedroom. Not even a second later, said owner and Minho emerged from the other’s door, both evidently just having woken up with how they tiredly yawned and stretched. 

“Where did you go off to, hyung?” Jisung asked, his tone soft despite the fact that it was a bit groggy from sleep. 

“Wooyoung’s” he supplied shortly, feeling like that was enough information to explain his absence. 

“You didn’t text again,” Minho added, a tight-lipped expression coming over his face again. 

“Ah… sorry, I’ll try to remember next time.” Changbin nodded his head in apology, knowing that the oldest would feel anxious whenever any of them went out without telling them beforehand or texting after the fact. 

“Mn” Minho hummed, walking past Jisung and heading towards the kitchen, presumably to make breakfast for everyone. 

“I’ve already eaten, we ate leftovers” Changbin called after Minho, “I’ll head off to work now though.” He spoke to both of them, turning to Hisung who smiled lazily at him. 

“Bye, see you later.” 

“Yeah, see you.” Changbin went over to his bedroom to quickly change into a new set of clothes before hurrying off, wanting to get to the office as quickly as possible. He didn’t actually need to go in today, but the obvious awkwardness of the morning so far made him inclined to do so anyway.

All of this weird back and forth, with Changbin being tugged on, then pushed away, to then be begged to, all of it came to a still-stand after another two full weeks.

“Changbin-ah, you’ve been so boring lately, come out to us,” Hyunjin called out to him, but the mentioned male was contently scrolling through social media on his phone, not at all wanting to give it up to have to wrestle with the others over whatever they wanted at the moment. 

“Changbin.” Minho came into his room, sitting down next to where he was laying. “Hey, why are you in here all the time?” He asked, actually a bit confused, seeing how the short ravenet was the social butterfly of the group who usually thrived off of human interaction and physical contact. “Want to cuddle?” He started feeling up Changbin’s arm, but the other just huffed, not declining or accepting, just silently continuing whatever he was doing on his phone. “Why don’t we do something here then?” Minho spoke softly, one of his hands suddenly snaking in and up beneath Changbin’s hoodie, touching his bare skin. 

“Hyung, what are you doing?” He asked whilst pushing the other away, but the older male didn’t retrieve his hand, only raising his other one to continue the massage-like touching with both. Feeling all the way up to his chest. “Hyung, I seriously don’t wanna-” Changbin started, before noticing how Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin, who were all also at home, started to file inside. Felix was the first to also join them on the bed, but the other two weren’t far behind. 

“Don’t-” Changbin started, eyebrows furrowed as he tried pushing Minho’s hands away, only to feel how three other pairs started to feel him up, caressing his skin which was steadily growing hotter. “Please stop, I don’t want to,” he started urging them mildly, but they didn’t let up. 

“Seriously guys, I don’t want to do this right now, stop touching me.” He spoke up a bit louder, putting down his phone to look at them, in vain trying to keep away the multiple prying hands. When he’d get one pair off then going to another, they’d just come back. 

“We’ve missed you though, why won’t you be with us?” 

Changbin shook his head. “Don’t-” only to feel Felix’s mouth on his neck, starting to suck and lick, undeniably creating small marks. “Yongbok-ah, stop doing-” he started, pushing at the platinum locks, only to absolutely freeze, feeling how the other three started undoing his pants. 

“Stop!” He yelled, feeling his eyes prick and sting, panic swelling inside of him, the sensation becoming so big that he felt nauseous. The hands still breached his shirt, continuing to palm his crotch… The digits running over his skin suddenly started to make him feel itchy, like he really needed to just scrape at his skin. He felt how one of the hands managed to slip into his underwear, having undone the knot that kept the pants up. It felt so shameful to have the large hand starting to stroke him whilst being too frozen to move or do anything about it.

“Stop it!” He yelped, finally managing to push at them. He didn’t want to hurt them, but he couldn’t take this either. He shoved them off of himself as gently as he could, not wanting to injure any of them, before standing up to get away… out of his own bedroom. The younger ones sat back, annoyed but keeping still, however, Changbin’s panic rose as he noticed how Minho stood up and walked out after him. 

“Seriously, what’s up with you these days?” Minho asked, being on him within a few steps, pushing him up against the wall, one hand on his hip, thumb just barely reaching short of touching his dick, with the other one around the base of his neck. “Why are you walking away?” He demanded an answer, but even if Changbin wanted to reply, he couldn’t formulate any long coherent sentence that made sense, feeling the itchy sensation prick at him incessantly, the nausea bubbling up in his throat.

“Please let go of me,” he asked, not realising how quiet his voice was. “I don’t want this,” he gulped harshly, not wanting whatever rose in his throat to accidentally burst out and dirty down his hyung. His own hands gripped Minho’s, which were still in their same spots. 

“Are you serious?” The taller male scoffed, not believing the other, his hand on the other’s hip swiftly moved over and he started to grope his semi through his pants, but before anything else could happen, Changbin pushed him back again, making a run for it as he headed towards the front door. He got out without thinking much more. Not stopping in his steps until he was outside, on the other side of the street. 

He swallowed harshly. He tapped his pockets, letting out a tiny breath of relief as he felt his phone. He glanced back up into the apartment’s windows. 

None of them stood there, trying to spot him. 

None of them went after to check on him. 

Changbin’s head felt like it was spinning, his skin itchy and so fucking uncomfortable. He rubbed his arms incessantly, but it didn’t seem to do anything to lessen the overwhelming sensation. 

The previous events then started to slowly replay in his mind and he felt his eyes water at the feeling of multiple hands groping him endlessly, refusing to let go. 

“No, no, no, no, no-” he choked on his own breath, feeling burning hot tears start to stream down his face, his head screaming at him, none of it was coherent and he couldn’t understand any of it. 

He didn’t wanna stay next to the apartment, didn’t want them to maybe see him cry so he forced his legs to move, taking stumbling steps to the nearest park, sitting down on one of the benches, knees hiked up beneath his chin, hugging himself tightly, shaking as the images replayed on loop in his head. 

Why did he feel so itchy?

He couldn’t go to Wooyoung… he didn’t wanna disturb him and San in the middle of the night. ‘Wooyoungie u awake?’ he wrote despite his better judgement, but, as expected, didn’t get a reply. He hastily shut his phone, shaking his head at himself. He stared up at the weak moon that appeared dull in comparison to all the city lights, feeling how a headache started coming along. 

He glanced down, staring at the time on his bright phone screen… his thumb going to swipe and unlock it… hovering over the call button. 

Wasn’t he a bit unfair to call him now? Wouldn’t it be weird? Was he being stupid and just a ridiculous idiot for thinking that he would care? 

It rang once.

Twice…

 “Hello, sweetheart? Why are you up so late?” Chan’s tone resonated in his ears, sounding concerned and heartfelt. He sounded like he cared… Changbin broke out sobbing again, taking the phone away from his face so that the other wouldn’t have to hear his ugly cries. “Hey, baby? What’s going on? Please talk to me.” Chan panicked at the sudden cry, not understanding what was going on. 

“I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up… I don’t wanna disturb you-” Changbin was about to hang up, feeling stupid. He was so obviously unreasonable, calling Chan at such a late hour, what was he thinking? He shook his head at himself again, burying his face in between his exposed knees. 

“Seo Changbin, you are not disturbing me, if you want, then would you please talk to me?” Chan spoke in a serious tone, not harsh or anything, but it was still more stern than Changbin had ever heard him during their calls, but he knew it was probably needed, he most likely wouldn’t have heard or listened otherwise.  

“I’m sorry” he whispered, feeling the nausea in his throat again and so he leaned his head back, trying to keep himself in check. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Chan spoke, his voice being back to its natural caring and soft state. 

“But I am” he mumbled, exhaling largely, feeling a shudder rush through him and he tensed as the cold night air hit him, by then realising that he’d gone out in only a hoodie and sweatshorts, he audibly shivered at another cold gust of wind, something which immediately caught Chan’s attention. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you sweetheart? You sound like you’re freezing?” He asked, trying to hide his inherent worry behind a calm facade, not wanting to accidentally rub off on the other and make him even more stressed in the process as well. 

“I’m… I’m at the park.” Changbin admitted, glancing around the place. He wasn’t scared of being out alone at night. He’d never been scared of being outside at all. He knew he was strong… 

“What? At this hour?” Chan had to keep himself from exclaiming, truly wanting to know why but knowing, from how miserable the other sounded, that he shouldn’t perhaps bring it up at the very moment. 

Changbin gulped, feeling bad for having gone out, feeling bad for having called the other to begin with, bad about the hands that for some reason still felt like they were on him. His thoughts began to drift again and the itchy sensation started up once more, making him silently cry out, pitifully, in pure distress. Why the fuck was he so itchy? 

“Do you want me to come get you? You can come over to my place if you want?” Chan asked instead, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. 

“Mm…” Changbin hummed quietly. He didn’t wanna speak more. They said quick goodbyes before he sent the other his location, going back to hide his face in his knees, pulling up his hoodie so that he was drowning in it, hugging his legs tightly against his chest, the compression sort of calming. 

Changbin didn’t keep any track of the time, all he knew was that after some time, he saw two bright headlights coming closer, before they stopped, then turned off and out of the car came Chan. Said blond hurried up to him, rushing but not running, in an effort not to startle the other. “Sweetheart, baby, what’s wrong?” Chan sat down next to Changbin on the bench not touching him even though he was shivering. He noticed how Changbin rubbed and scratched incessantly at his arms, going by his exposed wrists he could guess he’d rubbed the skin on his entire arms red and irritated. 

Changbin didn’t answer him though. 

“Do you want to take a bath? Shower? I can run a hot one for you?” He tried, catching the younger’s tearful eyes… Changbin looked so sad. Eyes red and puffy, cheeks wet and feverish, hot from all the tears, but cold from the low temperatures outside, his arms truly almost rubbed raw. 

“Can, can I have a shower?” He asked quietly. 

“Of course sweetheart, can I hold your hand? I parked my car just over there, I’ll get you to my apartment and run a shower, ‘kay?” He repeated everything and Changbin slowly unwinded his arms from around his legs, his lip trembling as he reached out to take Chan’s hand. 

They walked over to the car and Chan opened the passenger door for the other, making sure he was in fully before gently closing it, heading over to the other side and sitting down as well. The ride was dead silent and they only met a couple of vehicles passing by in the other lane, leaving it a bit dreary and dark as well. 

They arrived at the communal parking lot just a block down from the apartment building and Chan turned off the engine, turning to Changbin to just study him for a moment. “Do you want to go? It’s less than a minute walk.” He explained. 

“Yeah, uhm, just-thank you.” The ravenet fumbled with the sleeves of his hoodie, which felt like they were somehow too short, like it was too tight on him. Meanwhile, Chan didn’t reject the gratitude, he simply gave a small smile in return nodding. 

“Of course.” 

Chan got out first, opening the door for the other per automatic, holding out his hand and feeling somewhat relieved that the younger male would still do that. He locked his car, before leading the way towards his building. 

Much like the first time there, Changbin kept to one side of the elevator, this time however, the entire way up, fidgeting and scratching at his arms anxiously. 

As they got inside the apartment, Chan got off his shoes, turning to the bathroom. “I’ll get a clean towel and maybe some other clothes ready, something soft, how does that sound, sweetheart?” He turned to look at the other, who silently nodded, trusting Chan. He still felt the need to lock the door to the bathroom, but that was more so because of himself than anyone else. He stripped off his clothes, not even taking in the fact that his arms were red and irritated from all the scratching he’d done, at least not until the water hit him making his skin sting and prickle. 

The shower did what he wanted it to though: it made him sort of feel like the water was washing away the lingering feeling of touches, pelting down at the hands and pushing them off of him. He stayed in there for quite some time, only coming out at all because he suddenly realised that he didn’t want to, and shouldn’t, rack up Chan’s water bill. 

Chan eventually heard the gushing water stop and he knocked on the door to get the other’s attention, “I’ve put a fresh towel and some clothes outside, also some fuzzy socks, they’re really comfy, it’s all on the bureau, I’ll be in the living room.” He explained and Changbin hummed, thanking him once again in a small voice. He waited for the footsteps to recede, before unlocking the door and reaching out to grab the things, a small smile reaching his lips at the fuzzy socks that looked like fluffy little paws. He put the clothes on the hamper, starting to towel himself dry. Afterwards he pulled the clothing items on one by one.

“Channie-ah?” He waddled out into the living room, feeling secure in the oversized clothes, whilst scanning the place for the blond male, spotting him on the couch, looking up to meet his eyes upon hearing his name. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He put his phone away, laying it down on the coffee table. He patted the couch cushions, some more pieces falling together when Changbin sat down but with a bit of space between them. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly.

Changbin shook his head. 

“Not right now…” 

“Do you wanna go to bed then? I can take the couch if-” he started, but stopped when Changbin reached out and put his hand on top of his own, once again shaking his head.

“No, uhm, I’d… I’d like it if you were there too,” he squeezed Chan’s hand, who nodded in understanding. 

The two of them both got ready for bed, although Changbin didn’t change out of the fully covering sweats, hoodie and socks. Chan had always been a bad sleeper so he wasn’t too surprised when the younger male, despite what might’ve happened, fell asleep faster than him. He studied the ravenet’s features, worry filling him once again, truly wanting to know, to listen to the other, but he also knew that Changbin needed time and space… which was why they, despite sleeping on the same bed, kept to separate sides, not so much as gracing past each other. 

When Changbin woke up, it was not to an empty bed. Chan sat propped up against the other pillow, doing something on his phone. “Chan,” Changbin’s voice was groggy and low. 

“Oh, morning Sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” Chan put his phone down, all of his attention focused on the other. 

“Channie-ah, I… can I stay here today? Just for today-” He stopped to think. “I just… I don’t know if I should go back just yet…” Changbin spoke with long pauses and Chan nodded. 

“Of course, you can stay longer too.” 

The day flew by, Chan having taken the day off just to make sure Changbin was alright, although he didn’t mention it to the other, knowing that Changbin would inevitably feel guilty if he knew about it. They ate breakfast, moving sort of sluggishly throughout the apartment. Then came lunch and, despite loving food, Changbin couldn’t muster to eat any. 

When the clock ticked to four in the afternoon, Chan, having left Changbin to sleep in his bed, sat on the living room couch watching some random series that was currently on, not interested enough or having the brain capacity to take in any other information at the moment. Just when the series came to an adbreak, he could hear Changbin’s footsteps come closer. He glanced up and over to his side, eyebrows sort of raising as he saw how Changbin came up to sit all the way next to him. 

“Can… can I… explain?” Changbin wanted to get it off his chest, he knew it’d help talking about it and Chan was the most caring and thoughtful person he’d probably ever met, so he felt safe with him knowing, despite his inner turmoil regarding having to say it out loud.

“Yeah, sure, you can tell me anything you’d like.” Chan nodded with a small hum, turning off the TV and shifting a bit so that he faced the other better.

“I… uhm” he paused, not sure how much information was needed for the thing to come across, “the guys-or, like, my… some guys sort of came… onto… me?” He didn’t know how to explain it, how much to say or what to expect, because in his head it sounded so weird. Why would anyone come onto him? It wasn’t believable was it? Not to mention that it was his flatmates. He was also a pretty strong guy, so who could technically come onto him without him being able to push back immediately? 

“Sweetheart, I know it might be hard to think about it, but no matter what thing or things they did, it most likely counts as harassment or sexual abuse, and that can be reported to the police?” Chan explained, but the idea alone made Changbin’s stomach churn, feeling how his heart started to beat faster. 

He couldn’t report his flatmates, they were his childhood friends, they… they… “I, I don’t know if-” he mumbled, starting to rub at his arm. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you don’t have to, I’d never force you to do anything.” 

“Can… Can I hug you?” Changbin swallowed past the relentless lump in his throat, feeling tears start to well up in his eyes and he glanced up to see one of the softest smiles, inviting him with open arms.

“Of course you can sweetheart.” He hugged him, letting Changbin move first, only following along with how much the other wanted to embrace. 

 

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Changbin knew that he had to eventually return to the apartment. He did live there after all. Chan had his own life and Changbin’s own one was back at the apartment and his office job. And so, he sort of begrudgingly trudged back to the apartment, not minding that it took a while, it left him with some time to think all alone. 

Changbin knew that his door had a lock, so maybe he should start using it more often… why didn’t he think about that before? If he had locked the door that wouldn’t have happened. 

He stood outside the door of the apartment, holding the key in his hand. “Hyung, hi!” He jumped upon suddenly hearing his youngest dongsaeng’s voice behind him, hastily turning around to look at Jeongin’s calm smile. “Were you out?” He asked, happy. 

Did he know? Had the others mentioned anything? 

“Ah-yeah,” he mumbled awkwardly, trying not to be too weird around their youngest flatmate, positing that he had no part in it and was blissfully unaware. 

“Do you want something to eat? The others went to the mall just an hour or so ago,” Jeongin explained, holding up a plastic bag of takeaway that he’d gotten whilst on the way back from the library. 

“Sure,” Changbin felt a sense of relief wash over him after hearing that the others were out, meaning that he could try and calm down in his bedroom on his own time. 

“I only got a single batch of fried chicken, but we can share?” Jeongin spoke happily, getting his own key out to open up the door, sort of sideways glancing at the other’s key that his hyung for some reason clutched tightly in his hand. 

“I can get something else to eat, you don’t have to share,” Changbin shook his head, stepping in after the younger. 

“No, no we can share,” the taller interjected, but caved at his hyung insisting one more time, saying that he’d just get something quick and easy from the pantry instead.

The two both took off their shoes, then made their way to the kitchen. Changbin looked around, unconsciously making sure that no one else was there, meanwhile Jeongin sat down at the table, starting to get the packet from the bag and opening it up. 

Changbin started to get to work on some instant ramen, even though all the eggs were out. He finished it up, getting the cup and sitting down opposite of the younger male. “So, how’s it been? I feel like we miss each other by an inch every day.” Jeongin spoke between bites, looking up at his shortest hyung with a smile and the other simply hummed. It was sadly true: he barely got the chance to see either Jeongin, or Seungmin for that matter, and that was disregarding everything else that was already going on and fluttering in a frenzy around him. 

“It’s-uhm, it’s fine, but what about you, wasn’t your internship ending soon, have they said anything more about it?” Changbin quickly directed the attention back to the other, who didn’t seem to catch up on the strain in the older male’s voice, instead happy to talk about his new opportunity. 

“Yeah, it’s coming to an end in just two weeks and my boss called me in to talk, and he said that he’d like to have me join in a permanent position!” Jeongin smiled widely, his eyes disappearing from joy and Changbin genuinely smiled at it too, nodding and humming. 

“That’s great!” 

“I’m having a meeting regarding salary, work hours, et cetera, next wednesday too.” He added before taking a large piece of chicken, putting the whole thing into his mouth in one go. 

“Good, good… make sure not to sell yourself short though, gotta stand your ground,” Changbin said encouragingly, getting a small chuckle in return. 

“Of course hyung, I’ve learnt from you haven’t I?” He kept a hand over his mouth, not finishing chewing before speaking, having to hide a wide grin. 

“Yeah-” the short ravenet hummed in agreement, nodding, and continued to give small nods absentmindedly. Stand your ground huh. He snapped back to the present, blinking as he returned to face the younger again, “So, about-” but halted his words when he heard the front door unlock. 

“About what hyung?” Jeongin asked, but Changbin shook his head, dismissing whatever he’d wanted to say, staring expectantly out the kitchen opening and down the little bit of corridor that he could see from his seat. 

“Inn-ah we came back early,” Felix yelled from down the hallway, soon emerging in the spot that Changbin had been staring at, consequently making him avert his eyes. “Changbin-ah, you’re back, hi,” Felix greeted… as if nothing was wrong. In after the blond male came Hyunjin as well, but no one else. 

The two seemingly saw the others’ wandering looks behind them, explaining “Minho hyung, Seungmin and Jisung went to a cafe instead.” 

“Mm,” Jeongin nodded in understanding, whilst the oldest simply hummed quietly in response. 

“Wait, are you eating fried chicken without me?” Felix spotted the youngest’s bucket of takeout, eyes going crescent as he rushed over to steal a piece… and Changbin watched in bewildered trepidation. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but the two truly didn’t seem alarmed whatsoever, as if nothing had happened at all. 

“Ah, hyung,” Hyunjin caught his arm before he’d slunk away, making him hastily snap his head over, staring at him with wide eyes. The taller male didn’t react to the alerted expression though, just letting go of him to say “Wooyoung-ah came by earlier, he wanted to talk to you.” Hyunjin explained and Changbin nodded as a sort of thanks, before turning around to walk to his room. Even if they didn’t acknowledge anything, he still felt weird eating with them or being so close in general. 

After finishing up eating and just having sat a while on his bed with his mind racing back and forth, Changbin tip-toed over to check the lock on his door, noting that it did work properly, he really just hadn’t thought to use it before. 

However many hours passed by with him just sitting on his bed, not doing a single thing, not moving a single muscle, no thoughts whatsoever crossing his mind, that was at least until he remembered what Hyunjin had said: Wooyoung-ah wanted to talk. 

With something to finally preoccupy his mind, he got out his phone, calling the other male. He didn’t feel like texting, it felt like an impossible task just to type in itself, not to mention that he preferred hearing the other person’s voice too, seeing how with it he could tell how the other was feeling without even having to ask.

“Wooyoungie? Hi, you came by earlier?” Changbin spoke up just as the person on the other side of the line picked up, not letting the other bombard him with questions right off the bat like he usually did. 

“Changbin-ah! Where have you been my partner in crime?” The other male still asked and the ravenet let an inaudible sigh sip past his lips. 

“I was at Chan’s… we talked some more, anyway, did you come over for any special reason?” He spoke quietly, truly not wanting to talk about what had happened anymore, not when he knew that the others could easily hear him if they so chose to, being cursed with ridiculously thin walls. 

“You did? That’s great, right? I was just at that ice cream shop nearby, so I thought I’d swing by on my way back.” Wooyoung, even if he might’ve caught onto whatever was going on with Changbin, didn’t point out the odd tone or say anything about it. “Wanna come over? We can watch the new release, that action drama that came out yesterday? We can order pizza too!” 

“I-” Changbin didn’t finish his sentence, barely even starting, instead fully caught up on the sound of what he could guess was the front door opening and closing. He could hear the fact that it was Minho, Seungmin and Jisung who’d come back from wherever and Changbin pulled the phone from his ear to check the time, noting that it was already late in the evening. 

“We brought takeout!” Minho yelled out so that everyone in the apartment would hear him.

“What? Weren’t we gonna cook up the aubergines before they go bad?” Felix replied almost just as loudly. 

“Jisungie-ah wanted naengmyeon and mine’s never come out good, so we just bought it from the store, we’ve got a lot of sides too.” Minho explained, a bit softer in tone, probably having gone further into the apartment.

“Changbin-ah?” Wooyoung tried getting the other’s attention back, unsure of why the other suddenly went quiet. 

“-I uhm, some other time, yeah?” 

Changbin planned on just ignoring Minho’s words, to wait until the others were done so that he could go get some to eat later on, alone, or maybe actually head over to Wooyoung, who offered pizza and movies. However, all of his plans got ruined when someone came knocking on his closed, and secretly locked, bedroom door. “Hyung, won’t you eat with us?” Jeongin asked, still probably not aware that anything was out of the ordinary. 

“I-” Changbin looked down at his unoccupied hand, thinking about it. Yang Jeongin shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of his actions. “I’m coming.” He agreed, standing up from his bed. 

“I’ll have to take a raincheck, but later, yeah?” He spoke into the phone, hearing the other agree, before they both bid goodbye to one another. 

Changbin draped on his largest hoodie that he practically drowned in, before going to unlock the door and stepping outside. 

Jeongin was waiting just outside, looking up from his phone to smile at him, the innocent gesture for some reason making his stomach churn uncomfortably. 

He followed the younger male out into the kitchen, where all the others were already seated and had begun plating the food. None of them turned to him in surprise when he appeared, none sent him a sideway glance and none mentioned anything. It was as if all was back to normal. Minho and Jisung didn’t so much as blink at him in an odd way. 

Changbin was kind of glad to have Seungmin, but especially, Jeongin in the shared apartment, the latter was so innocent and oblivious to certain things that when they hung out everything was only ever about video games and fashion, no other topics were allowed in the room. When the short ravenet went to bed that night, he locked his door, sleeping soundly. However, when he eventually woke up, he did so in the middle of the night. He felt how his head felt like it was throbbing, face warm, his ears stuffy and eyes stinging, feeling like he was freezing, which was odd, because he was still wearing a full set of clothes underneath the duvet. 

He threw the cover off himself, but it only made him shiver even more. He checked the time quickly: two am. Thinking that he might need to take a painkiller or something, he sneaked off to his door, unlocking it soundlessly, not wanting to wake up any of his flatmates. He tip-toed over to the bathroom, crouching down to the cabinet under the sink, getting out their little medicine box. He swiftly downed two painkillers without needing any water, putting everything back into place, before then heading back, quickly falling asleep again. The rest of the night, however, was spent in 20 minute intervals of tossing and turning, falling asleep, to then wake up to either feeling too hot or too cold, sweating buckets no matter the case. 

When late morning finally came, having approximately slept one hour all together, he felt like there was no reason to force his body to stay in bed any longer and so he started standing up, but immediately had to sit back down again. A wave of absolute exhaustion hit him, his head feeling like it was spinning… “-those painkillers didn’t help with shit,” he mumbled quietly to himself. 

Thinking that he might need to get some more medicine or something, he headed over to the bathroom again, noting how the entire apartment was dead quiet still. In the bathroom cabinet, in their little medicine box also laid a thermometer. Changbin threw it a quick glance, but ignored it, trying to find some medication for a cold, although finding none. 

His head still felt like it was spinning as he stood back up, having to lean on the sink to get rid of the most immediate dizziness, before going off towards Jeongin’s bedroom. “Innie?” He knocked, but got no reply. “Guys?” He called out to the rest of his flatmates, but everyone seemed to already have gone out, probably work and school. 

The ravenet opened up their group chat, pushing past any uncomfortable feelings and asking when everyone was getting back, some just seeing it without answering whilst others wrote ‘late’ or something of the sorts. Hyunjin also added that he got off at noon, but when Changbin asked if he could run by the pharmacy then, to get him some cold medicine, he quickly responded with the fact that he was going to dance practice afterwards as well. 

So, no luck.

“Fuck, my head hurts…” he knew that the nearest drugstore was a fifteen minute walk away. Maybe it’d be good for him to get some fresh air? He didn’t want it to get worse on the way, so he pulled on even more clothes, an extra shirt beneath his hoodie, a jacket on top of it, a beanie and a face mask, just for decency’s sake, before starting to head out the door. 

Walking to the store might’ve appeared as an innocent task to undertake, but the exhaustion that already laced Changbin’s body only became more prominent and he felt like he was about to pass out when he finally got to the drugstore, oddly out of breath and panting slightly, sweating beneath the numerous layers. However, having gotten to the intended destination, he made his way inside, wanting to get the purchase done and over with so that he could go back, take the medicine and then just sleep off whatever illness he’d caught. 

His watery and puffy eyes scanned the shelves for cold medicine, spotting a few different alternatives. He checked for the cheapest one, grabbing it and making his way over to the cashier. The woman behind the register smiled at him sympathetically, clearly understanding, other than being there to buy medicine but also from how undeniably dreadful he looked, that he was sick. 

“Thanks.” He gave a court nod to her as he received the receipt. 

He walked out the doors, a cough starting up, just as he spotted a familiar blond man walking past outside, right in front of him. He looked like he was still working, so Changbin didn’t call out, not wanting to disturb him, however, as if sensing someone being close, Chan turned around, squinting his eyes at the heavily dressed up male, taking note of the stature and the familiar eyes peeking out from behind the mask. “Sweetheart, hi?” He greeted, glancing behind the short ravenet and then back to him, looking him up and down once more, before realisation kicked in. “Are you not feeling well?” He hastily added, completely disregarding whatever he’d planned to do next. 

“I might be a bit sick.” Changbin spoke, almost shocking himself with how hoarse his own voice sounded.

“Why are you out and about then? You should be staying in bed,” Chan tilted his head at the other with a worried smile, reaching out a hand to feel the other’s temperature. 

“We didn’t have medicine…” Changbin held up the bag and Chan glanced back up at the pharmacy sign, nodding in understanding. 

“Are you alright? I can run you a hot bath? Soaking and letting your body warm up might do you some good, no?” 

“I can?” Changbin really liked the sound of that. Back in his apartment, they only had a small shower, barely with any room to even sit down. He’d also completely forgotten that Chan had previously mentioned that he had a bathtub as well. 

“Of course, I was just heading back anyway.” Chan smiled at the genuine, sheer relief in the other’s expression, eyebrows untensing and smiling beneath the facemask. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you warm and cosy,” Chan held out his hand, which the other quickly took. 

“Have you eaten anything yet? We can stop by somewhere on the way otherwise?” Chan questioned and Changbin hummed. 

“I haven’t,” he shook his head, before adding “‘sounds like a good idea, although this time I’m paying.” He refuted the other’s tries to get to pay, shaking his head at the older male, almost feeling energised enough to chuckle - almost. 

They got two coffees to-go, along with kimbap for two. Changbin paid for everything, glad to get to do so, though, when they finally arrived at Chan’s place, he felt like he could pass out from exhaustion alone. “You should eat something before doing anything else, get some energy back in your system, hm?” Chan smiled, setting up the food and drinks on the coffee table in the conjoined living room and dining area.  

“Yeah, I know,” the ravenet nodded, sitting down next to the other. Changbin had taken off some of his multiple layers, pulling down the mask to sit under his chin to eat, careful not to face Chan, so that he wouldn’t accidentally transfer his cold to him. 

Chan watched him take a big bite, smiling at the way that the facemask framed the flushed red cheeks, making them appear even more soft and round. “-cute,” he commented under his breath, starting to eat his own order. The two finished up the food relatively quickly, neither having eaten anything prior that day, and Chan was quick to stand up right thereafter. “I’ll go fill up the tub, yeah? You can wait here if you’d like?” 

Changbin hummed, thanking him with a smile, watching how the older male turned to leave. 

When the bath had been filled, Chan held the door open for the other, a smile coming over him as he noticed the other’s reaction. He’d turned off the light and lit up numerous candles, one of which was scented, smelling of fresh citrus, a fluffy towel already put out and new clean clothes for him to borrow. “Channie-ah isn’t this too much for me -” Changbin started, getting shut up by the other squeezing his hand tightly. 

“No, I would have also gotten you a bath bomb too if it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t have any at home right now.” He chuckled, although not at all joking. 

“Thank you.” Changbin squeezed the other’s hand back, not wanting to ask for a kiss, because, again, he didn’t wanna accidentally infect the other with whatever he’d come down with. 

“I’ll be out in the living room, yeah? Just call if you need anything?” Chan explained and the other hummed, thanking him again, before simply softly shutting the door. 

He peeled off the sweaty clothes, grimacing at how damp and uncomfortable they felt, something which he hadn’t fully realised when he was still wearing them. 

He stepped into the warm water, sitting down carefully, before fully sinking down, a relieved sigh escaping him as he felt his limbs go comfortably numb. He shouldn’t but he definitely could fall asleep in there. 

Changbin took his time, submerged in the steaming hot water, feeling so incredibly relaxed. After however long a time, when he brought up a hand to get his wet bangs out of his face, he noticed how his fingers were heavily pruned, alerting him to how long he’d spent in there. Knowing then that he should probably get up soon, he started cleaning himself off with soap, before rising off and getting up in quick succession. 

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he noticed that it was already dark outside… Shit. “Chan?” He called out carefully, walking over to the couch, seeing him sleeping. Changbin unconsciously smiled at the serene face, going over to tuck away some strands of hair. 

He checked his phone, noting that it was already starting to be time for dinner. So, with his facemask on and heavily sterilised hands he started to make some fancy instant noodles, the only meal he could really cook without stressing about burning either the food or himself. 

 

With the noodles simmering in a pot on the table, all the vegetables and the spam either cooked or just sliced, he headed over to Chan again, gently tapping his arm. “Channie-ah, wake up, I made you some food.” He spoke quietly, his voice not bearing any louder. 

The blond man in question blinked his eyes open, glancing over at where Changbin stood a bit leaned over the backrest, waiting for him expectantly. “Hm?” He made a noise of confusion, not having heard what the other had said. 

“I made you something to eat, come.” Changbin nodded his head over to the dining table and Chan felt a mix of emotions, gratitude but also guilt from having someone sick cook for him when he should really just be resting. 

The two stepped over to the table, sitting down to eat. “I don’t really know how to cook… or I do, but I’m not very good at it, so I just did this-” Changbin mentioned for the makeshift ramyeon, but Chan dismissed the excuse with a smile. 

“It looks good, don’t worry.”

The two ate in a comfortable silence. “Thank you for the food, sweetheart.”

“It was nothing special-” Changbin pouted, a bit embarrassed, he was already 24, he should know how to cook… although Minho did most of the cooking back at the apartment, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. 

“I could teach you some easier recipes some time? I’m not too skilled myself, but still?” Chan asked, the atmosphere soft and calm and Changbin hastily nodded, loving the idea.

“Yes, that’d be fun.” 

Afterwards, both were rather tired, Changbin almost died from exhaustion and Chan urged him to sleep in the bed and not on the couch, explaining that it wouldn’t be comfortable and he wouldn’t get much sleep, not to mention that he didn’t mind if Changbin was sick or not. Which was how they fell asleep next to each other on the bed. 

Changbin had, at some point during the night, rolled over and caught Chan’s arm, hugging it tightly against his chest. 

Chan, with his ever so terrible sleep schedule woke up at one am, as per usual, then feeling how he was unable to move his right arm and he looked over to see that Changbin was snuggling into it cutely. The soft looking flushed cheeks, combined with his pouty lips which were slightly ajar made it impossible for Chan not to smile and he reached out his free hand to caress the aforementioned heavily blushed cheek… when he felt how the other was actually burning up. “Sweetheart? Sweetheart please wake up” Chan started to actually panic “-you’re too warm… sweetheart?” 

“Baby? Can you wake up for me please?” He tried tapping Changbin’s arm lightly, before gently shaking him, but neither garnered any reaction whatsoever. He hastily dressed Changbin, carrying him down to his car and driving him to the nearest emergency department. 

He’d much rather be safe than sorry. 

Once inside, he was met with a short waiting line and he grabbed a number to go sit down with the still passed out Changbin in his lap. After around 15 minutes, his number got called up and he walked up with Changbin, who he kept on his back, explaining the situation. 

“Okay, a nurse will take care of him, please make it to room eight,” the receptionist directed after having typed something onto her computer and Chan quickly did as directed. He sat the younger male down on the hospital bed, waiting for the nurse, who came in shortly thereafter. 

“Hi, I’m Park, can you tell me what’s wrong?” He sat down in a rollable chair, going over to where Changbin was sleeping. 

“Uh, this is Seo Changbin and-uhm, he’s sick, he’s got a fever and has been quite sluggish all day, it must’ve come over the past day too,” Chan retold him what he’d told the receptionist, getting an understanding hum in return.

“It’s common for people to come down with all sorts of things at this time of year, but I’ll have to run some tests to be sure, you can go wait in the waiting area and I’ll come get you once I’m done?” Mister Park explained and Chan nodded, he understood that there were certain privacy metrics that needed to be upheld, but he still felt bad about leaving the other alone. 

He sat out in the waiting room for what felt like a decade, not even noticing once the nurse came up to him, only reacting once he heard the other call for him, carefully getting his attention by waving their hand in front of him. 

“Will you come back inside? I’m done with the tests now.” The nurse started walking back to the room and Chan followed, spotting Changbin in the same positions as before, still sleeping heavily. “Mister Bang, Seo Changbin has the flu,” the nurse stated clearly and to the point. 

Chan was a bit taken aback by it, glancing to the black haired male, “Just the flu? He was practically burning up earlier?” He questioned and the older male smiled at him in an understanding manner, nodding his head. 

“Yes, it is the flu, however, Seo Changbin has one of the worse case scenarios, extremely high fever being one of the symptoms of this.” Mister Park explained, before getting to what he needed to get said “Before the hospital gives him any antibiotics, however, we need another legal adult to confer for him since he is not awake to answer for himself, are you his emergency contact?” 

“No…” Chan swallowed uncomfortably, it would’ve been so much easier if he was.

“Okay, well I’ll have to ask you to wait outside in the waiting room then, we’ll have to make a few calls.” Mister Park smiled at him politely, gesturing towards the door, following him out, although taking a turn for another room that was for the hospital personnel only. 

Chan trudged back to his spot, the same seat still being open. 

Half an hour later, Chan had picked up his phone to try and get the time to pass by quicker, not noticing when a healthy young man walked into the clinic, clearly not there to see a doctor for himself. The brunet made his way over to the receptionist, smiling politely as he greeted her, “I’m Lee Minho, you called regarding Seo Changbin being admitted?” His words were what made Chan glance up from his phone, looking at the male in newfound interest. The guy was one of Changbin’s flatmates, no? He assumed so at least. He was taller than Changbin, maybe taller than him too, with a sort of offstandish feeling to him, at least at a first glance.

Chan could only watch silently as the receptionist called for the nurse again, Mister Park coming over to get this Lee Minho , leading him to the eighth room. 

Chan walked up to the receptionist to ask “Uhm, excuse me, will I be able to see Seo Changbin again?” Smiling, sort of nervous and she clicked her tongue, checking something on her computer, before looking back at him.

“Since Mister Seo still hasn’t woken up, you’ll have to get approval from his emergency contact? Do you want me to call the nurse to ask?” She questioned, but Chan shook his head, dismissing the idea. 

“Can I leave a message instead, for Changbin, for when he wakes up?” He continued instead and the receptionist hummed, nodding in affirmation.

Her hands were ready at the keyboard, “Yes, what do you want to say?”

 

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When Changbin eventually woke up, he frowned deeply, feeling like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks, his limbs heavy and his head pounding painfully. He looked around the, for some reason, strangely bright room, panic finally starting to set in when he realised it was a hospital room. 

He hastily looked around, spotting Minho in a chair, sleeping with his head in his hand, looking rather uncomfortable. 

Changbin didn’t want him to wake up, so he instead got his phone out, seeing a few missed messages, one from Jeongin, two from the group chat between him, Wooyoung and Yeonjun and two from Chan. One which read: ‘Hi sweetheart, I don’t know when you’ll see this, but I hope you’re feeling better! You were running too high a fever for me not to bring you in, I hope you don’t mind, hopefully see you soon 

~ Chan’ 

Changbin smiled at the text, suddenly hearing a groan from somewhere else in the room. He turned off his phone, snapping his head up to see Minho waking up, stretching his arms above his head, before looking up, meeting his eyes. 

“I didn’t know you were awake,” Minho stated, his expression unreadable and Changbin swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, nodding.

“I just woke up…” 

“The nurse said you could go home when you got up, there’s antibiotics waiting at the reception for you too,” the older explained per automatic, looking rather bored. 

“Okay.”

There was a new nurse that came in that morning, not that Changbin realised, who explained that as long as he didn’t start feeling worse, he wouldn’t have to worry about possibly going back to the hospital, further explaining that he needed to stay home and rest for two weeks, at the very least, and use up all the antibiotics that he’d been prescribed until he felt better. If he didn’t feel completely fine after the preliminary two weeks, he needed to go back to get a check-up and possibly refill the medicine. 

Changbin remained mostly silent throughout all of this, simply nodding to show that he was listening. He did everything the nurse told him to and, with a sealed plastic bag under his arm, he walked behind Minho up to their apartment. 

Minho had been kind and polite, talking to the hospital personnel in his stead, probably noticing that his throat hurt too much to speak. However, when they’d both stepped inside, the door closed behind him and the rest of the guys piling into the hallway, making it cramped, he was suddenly bombarded with questions: 

“Where were you?” Minho started it all, practically glaring at him as he turned around to face the shorter head on. 

“Why didn’t you call?” Seungmin added, the mild anger evidently only there because he’d been worried and nothing else.

“Yeah, you could’ve contacted us!” 

“I was so worried-” Jeongin mumbled, his words barely registering beneath everyone else’s voices. 

“Minho hyung was terrified when he got a call saying you were at the hospital.” Jisung exclaimed, tugging on the sleeve of the mentioned male’s jacket. 

“Where did you go?” Minho repeated once again, expecting an answer this time around. 

“I went out to get medicine for my cold…” Changbin explained, feeling small with how he was cornered in the hallway, with nowhere to go. Their eyes lingered on him, some more sympathetic than others. 

“That was yesterday though, wasn’t it?” Felix started and Changbin already felt like he knew what the other was going with the insinuating ending, biting his lip as he waited for it to come, “Where did you go after, why didn’t you come back home?” 

Changbin knew that he might be rather bad at texting, often forgetting his phone if he wasn’t already physically doing something on it… so he understood that it was undoubtedly his fault that he didn’t tell them he went out, but he also felt that they had no reason to be so offended by the prospect of him possibly going to someone else either. 

“I bumped into someone I knew outside the pharmacy,” he started, feeling like that was enough for them to fill in the blank, without him having to spell it all outright.

“Who?” Minho started, still keeping that irritated stare, “-and don’t say Wooyoung, we’ve already talked to both him and Choi,” he added. 

“I don’t think you know him,” Changbin stated vaguely, although very sure of the fact, he simply didn’t want to speak of it too much. 

“ Him ? Who is he?” Hyunjin queried out loud, asking for all of them really. 

“What does it matter who he is?” 

“You don’t think we deserve to know where you ran off to? When you went out, sick, without saying anything and then the next thing we hear about you, is that you’ve been admitted to the hospital? Did you get sick because of him, huh? Who is he?” Minho was clearly upset, his voice raised as he scolded him and Changbin felt like he shrunk beneath the piercing stares. 

“Just someone I met with when I was with Yeonjun and Wooyoung-ah, seriously, why is he so important to you anyway?” He felt the need to defend himself, even though there wasn’t any reason to do so, not regarding this matter, he was allowed to hang out and be with whomever he liked. 

“We’re your freaking boyfriends, of course we need to know who he is? Why else would we be asking?” Felix spoke up, also evidently upset with tears starting to collect in his eyes… but the blurry sheen on the other’s eyes wasn’t what took Changbin off guard, he blinked in shock at the younger, repeating the word in his head. 

“Since when were we together like that?” He asked, genuinely curious, because he truly didn’t know… he never drank so much that he wasn’t fully conscious and couldn’t comprehend his surroundings… nor could he recall being tired enough to have forgotten it in a sleepy haze either. 

“Like… a few days back?” Jisung spoke in Felix’s stead, who’d only started to cry even more upon hearing him question their relationship so blatantly. 

“When exactly? Because I’m fairly certain I wasn’t there.” He said with conviction, suddenly felt a bit dizzy again and he grabbed the clothing rack for support whilst waiting for an answer.

“It was during one of the times we cuddled , all of us…” Seungmin wasn’t usually a shy guy, but he had too much shame in his body to say the actual activity outright, though he still remembered it most clearly, so he needed to get it said nonetheless. 

“Uh… yeah, I wasn’t there.” Changbin stated, sighing heavily, bringing his hand up to his face as he felt another wave of dizziness crash over him. 

“But-” Felix started, streaks of tears still running down his cheeks, bottom lip quivering. 

“I wasn’t, no one ever asked me to be their boyfriend or anything else, so I’m not.” 

“But you’re a part of the apartment, of course you-”

“No, Hannie-ah, I’m not your… boyfriend,” 

“Changbin-ah,” Minho started, reaching out to try and grab his arm, but the other hastily took a step away, feeling the door against his back.

“I can’t do this right now.” He pushed through the others, heading to his room before either of them regained enough sense to go after him, locking the door behind himself as he went over to his bed. 

Like he’d expected, he heard them knocking not even a minute later, begging for him to open up so that they could talk about it, but no matter how many times he told them “No” and that he wouldn’t be their boyfriend, they kept on pestering him at his door. 

This continued on for a long time, until he eventually got a headache again. Not knowing what else to do, Changbin got out his phone, getting out his most recent text messages. 

‘Chan, I’m really sorry to bother you again, but could I come over? I know I’m still sick so I understand if you don’t want me to.’ He sent it, only waiting for two minutes until he saw the three dots. 

‘Of course you can, want me to come pick you up?’

‘No, that’s alright’ he sent one text, before hearing them knock harder on his door, quickly adding ‘But how long could I theoretically stay?’ He didn’t want to intrude on Chan, but he really felt like he needed to stay over someplace else until he finally found an apartment on his own and moved out. 

‘I don’t mind you staying over longer sweetheart, just make sure to pack some things, I don’t know if I have all the things you need, ‘kay?’ Chan’s texts were ever so nice and Changbin smiled at his phone, pouting in adoration, as he tapped on the screen. 

‘Okay, I’ll call you when I’m there?’

‘Sounds good!’

He stood up to get a bag from his wardrobe, getting a mid sized duffel bag out to put his necessary things in, toothbrush and other toiletries, underwear and two sets of clothes, just in case, his laptop too.

“Changbin-ah, open up, we seriously need to talk about this, we obviously include you in our relationship, shouldn’t that be obvious? We already live together and all.” They never let up, continuing to pester him. 

After zipping up the bag, making sure to have packed the antibiotics as well, he went over to open the door. When he did, the whole group took a precautionary step back, all of their eyes quickly zeroing in on the bag in Changbin’s hand, too stuffed for it to be his usual gym equipment. 

“Hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin asked, confused more so than anything else and Changbin would’ve stayed if only for him, but going by the others’ looks of pure spite, it wasn’t a good idea. 

“I’ll be sleeping over with a friend, don’t worry Innie,” he gave the youngest a smile, trying to get past the wall of his other flatmates, but they, Minho especially, weren’t going to let it go. 

“No, you’re not.” The oldest stated firmly, standing tall in his way, blocking the exit. 

“Yes I am.” Changbin said, biting the inside of his cheek, pushing down any uncomfortable feeling for the moment being, forcing himself to stand his ground. 

“Aren’t you being a bit unreasonable? Going over to someone else when you’re down with the flu? Do you really want to bother this friend of yours?” Minho raised a questioning brow at the shortest male, looking at him with an expectant look, something which made Changbin gulp. 

“He doesn’t care if I’m sick,” he spoke, a bit quieter than before… Chan had told him so himself just the day before. 

“And you believe that?” The oldest continued, meanwhile Jeongin took a step closer, not understanding what was going on nor why his two oldest hyungs were so mad at one another. 

“Changbinnie hyung, if its because I told you I was too busy to run to the store yesterday, I’m sorry, I could’ve made the time.” Jeongin started, his voice managing to get Changbin back on track, who then glanced over at the youngest fondly. 

“It’s got nothing to do with you Inn-ah, don’t worry, I just need some time,” he smiled at the other, who nodded in understanding, taking a step back and, the others not wanting to disrupt Jeongin, made way. Afterwhich Changbin took the opportunity to slip through the newly made path, somewhat hurriedly pulling on his shoes and heading out the door before anyone could try top talk him out of it. 

“See you later hyung!” Jeongin waved him off with a smile and Changbin felt a pang in his chest as he nodded, raising his free hand to also wave the other goodbye for the time being. Yang Jeongin was too pure hearted to exist, wasn’t he? Changbin felt guilt eating at his insides, but he knew his childhood friends, he knew them enough to know that they wouldn’t dare lay a single finger on Jeongin without his consent.

Changbin headed out, walking the whole way over to Chan’s place. This time, he didn’t feel as exhausted or sick, seeing how the initial dose of antibiotics had already started to kick in. 

The scenery was calm around him and he felt oddly at peace as he walked with his bag slung over his shoulder.

Around half an hour later, he got out his phone to call up Chan, to tell him that he’d soon be on the other’s block. 

“Already? Are you okay sweetheart? You shouldn’t overexert yourself when you’re sick.” Chan added after their initial greetings, his tone laced with worry and Changbin couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside at how much the other actually cared.

“I’m fine,” he stated, “anyway, I think I see your building now,” he glanced up at the tall building that stood a few houses away, the window panes reflecting the sun beautifully. 

“Oh, I’ll come down and meet you!” Chan replied cheerily, “I’ll be at the reception in two.”

“Mm, I’m there soon too.” The two hung up, one continuing to walk at the same pace as he’d been doing so far, whilst the other pulled on a pair of easy sneakers to take the elevator down. 

Just as Changbin got in through the front doors of the apartment complex, Chan also stepped out of the elevators, a smile starting to form on his lips and it quickly spread as he made his way over to the short ravenet. 

“Hi sweetheart” he greeted the other with a hug, who melted into his embrace. 

“Hi Channie-ah”

 

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Changbin woke up to see Chan’s face right in front of his own, the blond’s locks messily strewn about, his eyelids shut softly, looking serene in his sleep. 

The ravenet had no urge to wake the other up, having already caught onto the fact that Chan had a terrible habit of sleeping too little. Instead, he settled with contently watching the other, smiling to himself as he snuggled his cheek into the pillow more, humming a bit out of pure satisfaction, feeling so at ease in the moment. 

He didn’t know how long he laid there, getting lost in time, but upon noticing the other shift ever so slightly, causing a strand of hair to fall over the other’s closed eyelids, he reached out to move it out of the way again, not being able to help himself as he softly mumbled to himself “I might actually like like you…” his voice had been so quiet and he’d only been talking to himself, that he practically jolted in surprise as he heard the other reply. 

“Sweetheart, I like like you too,” Chan hummed, peeling his eyes open, catching Changbin’s eyes darting away from him and how the younger’s cheeks were quickly adorned with a pretty pink. He let a yawn slip out, before he brought up a hand to softly caress the other’s cheek, indirectly making the other turn his head back over to face him. “I kind of like like you a lot actually.” He smiled softly, leaning over to plant a kiss on Changbin’s nose, who adorably scrunched it up at the action, before blinking at Chan with large wondrous eyes. 

“You do?” 

“Mhm”

The quiet hum and the nod, the adoring eyes, they reminded Changbin of his fluttering heart. His mind wandered… how his flatmates had wanted to include him in a relationship with them when he had never felt the fluttering or the warmth spreading comfortably in his chest when he was with them. They were his friends… previously with benefits, but nothing more, never. The thought of all of them being anything more than that had never even crossed his mind. 

He could never be together with someone he didn’t feel at ease with… with the topic still fresh in his mind, Changbin sort of absentmindedly asked “What do you think about boyfriends?” Not even realising that he actually asked it aloud, more so having thought he pondered it inside his head, daydreaming. 

“Hm?” Chan smiled widely at the query, using the hand that he’d caressed Changbin’s cheek with, to softly brush over his pouty bottom lip, “in what sort of context were you thinking baby? Want to be mine?” Chan continued, an amused smile taking over his face as he watched realisation dawn on the other, who spluttered, going red and then hiding his face in the pillow, all of which earned coos from the blond. 

Changbin groaned into his pillow, embarrassed at having asked it out loud. 

“Sweetheart? I’m serious, do you?” Chan chuckled, lightly patting the little part of the other’s flushed cheek that was still visible with how he smothered his own face. 

“Ah, I-uhm,” Changbin glanced up to the side, biting his lip as he locked eyes with the other, not knowing that that would be the reaction he’d get.

Chan smiled in admiration, aweing at the flushed cheeks, “Seo Changbin, will you be my boyfriend?”

The ravenet was warm and fuzzy, his chest swelling with joy. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He leaned over, waiting for the smile, then the affirmative nod before going in to kiss the other’s plump lips.

 

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Changbin would rather not recall any of the things that had happened between him and the rest of his flatmates at this point, not the last months or so at the very least, which was perhaps understandable. He’d much rather live in the moment and savour the time he spent with Chan instead, relishing in the dual caring, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside that he received as much love as he gave. 

Changbin would also much rather sink further into the soft mattress beneath him and revel in the way that Chan took the time to make him feel so incredibly good.

Like how Chan slipped his fingers under Changbin’s shirt. Feeling him up, appreciating the big muscles with fervour, complimenting his evident blush, musing at the fact that said flushness spread further as his attention was directed to the ravenet’s large chest and stomach. 

The blond continued letting his wandering hands slip over to the other’s muscular arms, over the defined bicep and down to the hands, before he raised them, to give each of the palms a kiss. 

Changbin was leaning against the head-board when the other spoke up “Come here, sweetheart-” he carefully grabbed the back of Changbin’s thighs to help him scoot down a bit, laying him down more comfortably on the bed.

Changbin nestled his hands into the other’s hair whilst he felt how the other’s roaming digits halted at his sides, the warm hands squeezing him pleasantly, the thumbs rubbing just shy of his tummy. “You’re so pretty, baby,” Chan smiled, leaning down to kiss the other’s spotless skin, opening his mouth to lick the spot just above the other’s bellybutton, starting to suck fervently and only leaning back once he was sure it’d made a pretty little mark. “But this isn’t your favourite spot, is it?” Chan hummed, his hands starting to travel further up. Changbin didn’t give the other any reply, instead only capturing his own lip, biting as he felt how the other cupped his chest. 

Changbin released his bottom lip from between his teeth, daring to throw a quick glance at the other, who was smiling towards him in an adoring manner, cooing once he noticed the younger’s shy looks. 

“This is your favourite spot, no?” Chan bent down just a bit, moving one hand to massage one of the pecs, teasingly pressing down and rolling his palm over his already perky nipples. “It’s one of my favourite spots too,” Chan mused, smirking once he heard the embarrassed whine that he got in return. All before continuing to feel the ravenet up again, everywhere, sliding his hands over the soft stomach, squeezing the sides, and kneading his fingertips into the other’s waist… not being able to help himself when he retraced his steps back up to frame each pec once again. 

Chan touched everywhere, almost, but not where Changbin sort of needed him to. He gasped and squirmed beneath the pair of hot hands, which’s featherlight touches suddenly got firmer, holding him. 

The short ravenet let out a long breath when Chan pressed his warm palm flat on top of his belly, his exhale turning into a moan when he felt the other hand: two fingers rolling one of his nipples in a circle. His chest rose to meet the intimate touch and he tugged at the blond strands, a weak willed moan slipping past his lips. 

“Your nipples really are just as stiff as you’re down here, sweetheart.” 

Changbin positively shivered at the words, almost spasming from pleasure as Chan pinched the nipple he’d been playing with. The younger continued to squirm while his arousal began to pool in his stomach, then starting to spread all the way to his groin. He panted, his dick chubbed up and begging to be touched. He also couldn’t help but moan when Chan dragged a single finger up the underside of his cock, arching his back slightly, his legs spreading the more turned on he got, both knees bent up off the bed. “Channie-ah… please,” Changbin mumbled, causing the other to chuckle.

He felt the other’s weight between his legs and hands on his hips. He groaned loudly, arching his back and he noticed how the older male’s eyes were glued to his tummy, eyes glazed over with lust, staring with wanton, in turn making him shiver in sheer anticipation. 

The blond kissed the soft tummy once more, then started tracing the muscles, outlining the pecs with his lips. His tongue went into every dip and ran over every curve. 

Changbin moaned and writhed, pushing up against the tongue that was exploring his body and met with Chan, who was putting most of his weight on his elbows. 

The older then moved to the already sensitive nipples, licking and sucking on them, winding slowly around in a circle before wrapping his lips around the bud. He continued to suck on the perky bud, elated to hear the moans erupting from the male beneath him. Changbin was so responsive, so sensitive, it was intoxicating to make him writhe in pleasure and to make so much noise. He gave the other nipple similar treatment, biting down just enough to leave a mark, all his ministrations to Changbin’s shaking form and the response he received as reward were more than enough to stir his own cock to attention. 

Chan ran his hands down Changbin’s sides, along his thighs, and then to his cock, stroking it, eliciting a loud groan. 

The ravenet gasped, hips bucking into the hand that stroked him. 

The older male bit his lip, a heavy breath escaping him. Seeing Changbin so turned on and so open and just giving his all to him really made him satisfied to his very core. 

Changbin was all his in these moments, and he was all Changbin’s. 

It didn’t take long to prepare him. Normally, Chan would happily take his time fingering Changbin, watching him moan and get flushed all the way down to his shoulders and chest. However, Chan found himself watching Changbin’s face as he quickly loosened him up with three slicked up fingers. 

The ravenet’s eyes were shut tightly, pleasantly overwhelmed with all the different things being done to his body, his mouth hanging ajar, spilling countless moans, sinful sounds that Chan found absolutely breathtaking. 

It even got to the point where Chan was simply slowly stroking his own cock while he listened and watched. He could probably come from just watching Changbin like this.  

He retook his firm but gentle hold on the other’s sides though, groaning softly whilst he sank into Changbin’s tightness so slowly it nearly made him ache. 

His breath stuttered as he felt how Changbin clenched around him, looking down just in time to see how perfectly he arched his back, his cock twitching and already leaking precum from all the built up pleasure. 

Chan moaned when he bottomed out, leaning forward. He licked his lips, noting how the others cheeks were flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. The younger male’s eyes still shut tight and his red and glistening lips still open, releasing a loud moan as his body rocked with each thrust. The blond male gripped the other’s hips tighter so that he could thrust faster. It wasn’t long before Chan had set a fast pace, both of them coming close when the older started running his hands up and over Changbin’s chest, making said male cry out. 

Changbin squeezed his legs even tighter around Chan’s waist, keeping him close to himself whilst opening his eyes, only to lock with Chan’s. 

The blond male lifted one of the other’s thick thighs onto his shoulder, thrusting against the other’s prostate, causing Changbin to arch his back even more off of the bed, gasping as he finally came onto his own stomach while Chan spilled into him.

 

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Changbin had been staying with Chan for a handful of days in a row, which somehow caused him to start thinking about what to do next. He’d already worn and then also washed the extra set of clothes he’d brought along, even gotten to borrow some of Chan’s, but he felt like he needed to go back to his own apartment. 

The two were sitting comfortably on the couch, not doing anything in particular at the current moment, other than being snuggled up with one another beneath a blanket, when Changbin suddenly heard the blond male speak up “You know, sweetheart,” he started, pausing, continuing to play with Changbin’s fluffy hair “you could move in with me, like, fully.” He finished, already having sort of understood what might be going on inside the other’s head. 

Changbin was admittedly a bit caught of guard by the proposal, glancing up at Chan with big eyes, who smiled warmly at him. “You mean that?” He asked seriously, not wanting it to be a joke, because to him, such a thing was a very serious thing to bring up. He was already thinking about moving into a place of his own, so it was a serious issue. 

“Mhm, of course.” Chan hummed, his hands falling down from the fluffy hair to the other’s rosy cheeks. 

“I… I would like to,” changbin started, but trailed of before he finished… “but I have a lot of stuff still back at my room in the other apartment.” 

“I can help get it for you.” He suggested but saw the hesitation in the other’s eyes, “Or you could ask a friend of yours, Wooyoung maybe?”

“Yeah… maybe…” 

Changbin did ask Wooyoung, who happily agreed to it and they settled on the next day. However, when Wooyoung got there the day after, his flatmates then refused to let him in, telling him that Changbin had to come pick up his stuff himself.  Chan didn’t like how that demand sounded and so, despite honoring Changbin’s wishes of not going up there with him, he settled with driving him there, then also waiting in the car outside as Changbin went up by himself. He just needed to pack a few things, some sentimentals and whatnot, not everything, the others could throw or discard whatever he left for all he cared. 

He didn’t want Chan to have to meet his flatmates, not some of them at least… he probably wouldn’t mind introducing him to Jeongin, but he couldn’t be sure of who’d be home and not, so he took what he deemed to be the safest option, which was to go alone. 

Upon entering the apartment, he was quickly met with the oldest, who stared at him with an unreadable expression.

“Who’s that outside?” Minho questioned, a heavy frown coming over his face, almost scowling with one brow raised as he expectantly waited for an honest answer. 

“Where have you been staying? You haven’t been with Wooyoung, we asked San.” Felix added, worried. 

Changbin didn’t need to answer them, he knew that he didn’t owe them an explanation to everything in his life, so he simply said “I’m just here to pick up my things, please let me pass.” Pushing past them. 

“Is he the new friend of yours?” Minho queried, his tone clearly giving away the grudge behind his words. The older male was quick to follow the short ravenet, not letting him close, much less lock the door, as he too pushed his way inside. “Do you have sex with him? Is that why you’re moving? Found yourself a new fuckbuddy?” 

“Hyung, let me go,” Changbin grabbed at the other’s wrists, trying to get the hands off his collar, but the action only inadvertently made the other pull his shirt down… exposing his marked up skin. Changbin froze as he noticed the taller male’s eyes zero in on his shoulders, before he was suddenly dragging the shirt upwards instead, forcefully pulling it off of him, in turn uncovering the red hickeys on his chest and, specifically, the conspicuous bite marks over his nipples. 

“What the fuck-did he suck on you…” Hyunjin scrunched up his nose, evidently disliking the aftermath of whatever had happened between the two. 

The younger’s words made Minho squint his eyes at the shorter, realising what Changbin had been up to, who also got triggered by the fact. “Did he fuck you?” Minho started, feeling anger start to bubble up inside of him as the image popped into his brain, the mental picture making him grimace in distaste. “Is that why you’re going? Because we won’t fuck you? You just wanna spread your legs for someone,” the older male continued, glowering as he forced Changbin up against one of the walls in his bedroom, keeping him still and locking him in place with his own body. “I can fuck you too, you know.” 

Changbin’s eyes subconsciously started glossing over, staring at his childhood friend in shock and convulsion as he felt how the other pulled his clothes down, not letting him even try to fight back. “No-”

“Be still,” Minho demanded, pulling him away from the wall, dragging him over to his desk and holding him down, forcing him to bend over at the waist, pushing his pelvis painfully into the edge of the tabletop. Changbin was shamefully exposed, except for his pants which were down at his knees, his wrists held in a tight grip on his back. 

“Hyu-hyung please-please… please stop, I-” Changbin pleaded, the rest of his body frozen out of fear. “Please don’t do this-”

“Just be still and let me fuck you,” Minho spit on his free hand, bringing it down to open up the shorter male, clicking his tongue irritably at how tight the other was, making it harder for him. “Ease up for fuck’s sake, ‘can’t do anything when you’re this tight,” he eventually got a second finger inside, not even caring to prepare him fully, before using the little leeway he’d gotten to force his cock inside, pulling out a strangled gasp from Changbin, who shook his head. 

“Stop, hyung stop it, you can’t-” he was forced to swallow his words as he felt Hyunjin’s hands on him as well, feeling the tears collected in his eyes start to overflow and cascade down his cheeks, any attempt to speak being drowned out by uncontrollable sobs. 

“This how you like it, huh?” Minho scoffed, fucking into him, frowning a bit at the lack of lubricant, the other clenching down on him uncontrollably because of the forced intrusion.

Changbin felt like his body went entirely numb, his legs, unbeknownst to himself, were shaking beneath him, but he was mentally not even there to notice it. Two of his childhood friends… they… Changbin didn’t have the will in his body to stay conscious as he felt his hyung repeatedly thrust inside him without hesitation. 

He wasn’t sure what happened next, he sort of felt hands on himself, feeling sticky too, but his eyesight started blurring quickly, already hazy from all the salty tears, until it all disappeared.

He blacked out. 

Chan waited for quite a while outside the apartment, sitting in his car and working on his phone. What made him start to feel a bit anxious was when he decided to text Changbin, asking him how the packing was going but not receiving a reply. 

He knew that the other might just be too preoccupied to look at his phone, however, after waiting for a reply for over forty minutes, the nerves started acting up. Changbin had already been cautious about going back to begin with and Chan had told him that he could text him whenever and he’d immediately answer… but he wasn’t writing at all. 

After waiting for over an hour and a half, he was too wary to not do anything and so he exited the car, somewhat hurriedly rushing up to the apartment building… realising that he couldn’t get inside. The predicament left him waiting outside for another ten minutes, before someone finally came down the staircase to exit and he took the opportunity to go inside, going up the stairs to the third floor and looking for Seo on any of the nameplates, then knocking on said apartment’s front door. 

It didn’t take long for someone to open, a freckled guy with bleached hair, who looked him up and down questionably. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Chan, Changbin’s boyfriend.” He stated, glancing past the other, who frowned heavily at him, looking him up and down. 

“Excuse me?” Felix scoffed, about to close the door, but Chan stopped him from doing so. 

“Changbin told me he’d be quick, but it’s been quite long.” 

“He fell asleep on his bed, chill out,” another guy came up behind the blond, putting his chin on the freckled guy’s shoulder whilst jutting his thumb out towards Changbin’s bedroom. 

“Can I check on him?” Chan asked, although not really seeking permission. 

“Mm, do whatever.” He ventured towards the direction the other had pointed to, knocking on the closed door, not getting any reply… “sweetheart, it’s me, can I come inside?” He asked but got no reply, he then remembered how the other two had told him that the other for some reason had fallen asleep. He carefully opened the door, not sure of what to do and feeling immensely bad about going in without the other’s consent, but his concerns were overtaken by utter confusion as he found Changbin oddly placed on the bed, lying there perfectly-if one could lie perfectly on a bed: his arms laid at his sides, straight up and down, on his back with nothing sticking out, fully dressed as well. 

Maybe Chan was just overthinking, but anytime he’d seen Changbin sleep, he’d been curled up on his side, always hugging something tightly to his chest with his soft cheek squished against something. 

Seeing how unsure he felt, Chan decided to wake up the ravenet, lightly patting his arm which caused the other to startle awake. 

Changbin blinked as he looked around, taking in his surroundings… realising what happened… he passed out when they forced him… his eyes started to water as he glanced up at Chan, fear across his face, his body going rigid, before he leaned in to hug Chan tightly, shaking violently into the other’s embrace, who then immediately understood that the flatmates had lied. 

“You want to go to the police?” He whispered so only the other could hear, reciprocating the hug. 

“I want to get out of here…”

Notes:

I posted this once before, but had to take it down due to my own indecisiveness, but hopefully I’ll keep this updated version up for a longer period of time!!

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