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Anything could have happened at this silly college party Jongho let himself be dragged to by San, but out of all of those possible things running into Yeosang was not what he was expecting at all.
This all started because just an hour prior, Jongho was stuck in his shared apartment, sitting on their old and lumpy couch. Like really old, and very lumpy. The only reason they had it in the first place was because someone was giving it away on an ad, and at the time the Choi men were desperate for one so they took it, just ignoring the off odor that came from it as they hauled it to their place, textbook sitting on his coffee table and a fresh cup (Is it really fresh when it’s instant?) of coffee next to it, reading glasses perched delicately on his nose which on occasion he’d push them back up. He really should consider purchasing a new pair with his next paycheck…
San came out of his room dressed to the nines and had plans that didn’t involve staying home.
“You’re studying? On a Saturday night?” San came up to him with his hands placed onto his hips. The older of the two currently sporting a shirt which had been shredded towards the end showing off parts of his waist with tight leather pants that had been shocking he was able to squeeze himself into those and still be able to move his legs. Jongho simply shrugged, turning the page of his textbook and reached for his notebook so he could begin writing in it.
“Yeah no, that’s not what we’re doing.” San reached and snatched Jongho’s book off the table, already taking off for his room when Jongho got up to chase him, cursing him out and threatening to stab him with his mechanical pencil. All San did was toss his book into his own bedroom, shutting the door and locking it, tucking the key into his pocket. “You’re going out! Take a break for once baby bear, you’ve been studying so much lately.
“Okay first off, don’t call me baby bear, second you know I have finals next week because you do too!” San should be studying as well!
San, that bastard just gave a wicked cheshire grin, ignoring the glare Jongho was giving him as he grabbed his shoulders, spinning him around and pushing him in the direction of his bedroom. “Get dressed, go with me to this party and I promise you’ll have your textbook back by morning!”
Jongho could have easily overpowered the man, take the key to his room and unlock it himself to retrieve what was stolen, but something in him kind of wanted to attend this party, the stress of classes was starting to get to him after all. Maybe he could go for a couple of hours, have a couple of cheap beers and hope to get even a little bit drunk. But didn’t plan to go home with anyone, or bring anybody back to their apartment.
And he didn’t expect, as he was walking to the kitchen to get a refill on his beer to run chest to chest into Yeosang, his fucking ex boyfriend.
Jongho still remembered the conversation they had together after their high school graduation. Yeosang came over to his place afterwards, which at the time he was still living with his parents so they could talk about their future plans.
“I actually want to pursue a career in modeling.”
Jongho wasn’t surprised. For as long as they were dating or even as long as Jongho had known Yeosang he was stunning. He could easily make a living in the modeling world and really make a name for himself.
“ There are plenty of companies scattered around Korea, any one of them will be lucky to have you.”
“Yeah..” Yeosang turned in Jongho’s bed to look at him. “I was actually thinking of going to America..”
“Oh..”
Jongho did not want to be why Yeosang halted his dreams, he even was with Yeosang’s family as they watched him board the plane. They tried long distance, Jongho even mentioned getting a second job in order to afford a ticket to visit him in the summer, but it just wasn’t going to work. Yeosang was focused on his career and Jongho focused on his studies plus having to work just to keep up with rent, even if he was rooming with one of his friends.
Now here was that same guy. Nothing changed.. well, actually a lot did. Physically at least. No longer was he the small, petite and shy teen he dated in high school. Yeosang radiated confidence from over the years of his career. He also was a lot more.. well, in shape. Jongho found himself giving him a once over, even caught himself staring at his bare arms.
Holy shit. This couldn’t be his Yeosang.
Oh but it was, because he could recognize that little giggle from miles away.
“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here of all places, Jjongie.”
Jongho hadn’t heard that nickname uttered in god knows how long, he felt a little weak at the knees and in the moment at a loss of words.
“I.. Uhm…”
He was gripping his red solo cup far tighter than he should, ultimately he ended up breaking the cheap plastic so he tossed it into the trashcan.
“It’s good to see you, Yeosang.” He finally found the words he wanted to say as he stepped around the older, getting himself a new cup to fill with beer which he may have chugged down as quick as he could so he could calm his now shot nerves.
“You too.” Yeosang followed, getting himself a cup as well and filling his cup with peach soju.
“How come you’re here? I thought you moved to the states for you know..”
“Oh, I just came to visit my family.” Yeosang answered him after taking a swig of his drink. “I’m here for the next few weeks, as for why I’m here.. Remember Wooyoung? Yeah. He dragged me here even though he knows I don’t do well at parties, which speaking of..” His eyes went over Jongho, scanning the small crowd in the kitchen before groaning. “Bastard ditched me.”
“He’s probably with San.” Yeosang tilted his head, clearly confused so Jongho continued. “My roommate, he and Wooyoung kind of have an on and off thing that’s been going on for the past six months.”
“Ah.” Jongho refilled his cup for a fourth time, this time actually taking his time with sipping at it because he may or may not already be feeling tipsy at that moment.
“If they’re together we may not see them for the rest of the night.” Probably because in that moment, San and Wooyoung had snuck off to the bathroom for private time. Jongho groaned while letting his head fall back. “And that possibly means San will take Wooyoung to our place for the night. They’re so fucking loud.” And he talked to San about it multiple times. Their bedrooms were right next to each other, beds practically next to each other with a wall in between. Jongho could hear everything. San said he’d start keeping it down, but so far that hasn’t happened yet.
“Well I've been staying at a hotel while I’ve been here, wanna crash with me there for the night?” Jongho’s head snapped up, eyes shooting open at the suggestion of sharing a hotel room with Yeosang. “There’s only one bed though, but it’s a king’s sized one, it’ll fit both of us with some room!”
“You say that as if we didn’t sleep together on your twin sized when you were still living with your parents.” Jongho mumbled against his cup. “But sure, at least I’ll get some proper sleep tonight and not get woken up by Wooyoung’s screaming.”
“Cool, cool.” Yeosang drank from his cup after that. They go quiet after, nursing each of their drinks. Jongho isn’t sure what he should say, should they talk about them? Or what?
The awkwardness didn't last long, because as the next song started to play, Blood Sweat and Tears , Yeosang perked up. “Oh I love this song!” He proclaimed.
And one thing he knew from the few times he hung out with Wooyoung when he stayed over, he had a love for BTS. So Jongho shouldn’t have been surprised at all for Wooyoung to pop up out of fucking nowhere , cheeks semi flushed, either from the alcohol or from San, Jongho didn’t want to find out , and dragged Yeosang away from him towards the small opening in the middle of the living room. But Jongho was still startled anyway, now with two cups in his hands as he made his way to follow the two.
He found San on the couch, his entire face red from alcohol (Or Wooyoung. Again, he doesn’t want to know), his eyes practically boring straight into Wooyoung while wrapping his arms around Yeosang, pleading and begging to just please dance with him!
Either from his own alcohol in his system, or because when Jongho decided to sit next to San he actually gave in to Wooyoung, which at first surprised him but had left him grinning.
And.. well, Jongho was a mess watching Yeosang dancing with Wooyoung. He always knew he was an amazing dancer (Seriously, what COULDN’T he do?) but watching as he rolled his body, copying the original choreography to its exact movements, he couldn’t help but just watch.
And San was amused, his eyes finally breaking from Wooyoung to look at Jongho, the snarkiest smirk on his face. “So, we gonna fight over who’s gonna be the loudest tonight?” He slung an arm over Jongho’s shoulders, yanking him till their sides were pressed together.
“Hey— Let go.” Jongho tried to pull out of San’s grip, but San was a clinger when he was as drunk as he was. “We’re not having sex tonight. San!” He shoved his face away when he tried to nestle it in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
“Baby bearrrr why don’t you love me!” While whining he tried again, only getting shoved back again by Jongho. He eventually gave up, pulling his arms away and crossing them over his chest. “You’re no fun!”
“Stop calling me baby bear!”
“But that’s what you areeeee! A big, snuggable grizzy baby bear!” San tried to grab him, but Jongho was fast, moving from the couch to his feet and taking a few steps away until San was no longer within reach. He would have followed, but the fact Wooyoung seemed to get closer to him caught his eyes, so at least for now they’d be distracted.
But now he was distracted again. With where he was now he was able to get a closer watch on Yeosang, this whole time he hadn’t broken his gaze from him, grinning when they had made eye contact again. He stopped dancing, turned to Jongho and stepped up to him, buff arms lifting up to wrap around Jongho’s neck and pull him down until their noses brushed against each other. Alcohol must have hit him too.
“Wanna dance with me, baby bear?”
There was something with being called that by Yeosang that made Jongho want to melt into the ground and evaporate into nothing, because how the fuck could one be so sexy while calling him such a babyish nickname like that? A lump formed in his throat to prevent him from speaking any words, so while he swallowed it down he gave Yeosang a reply by nodding his head, letting the older take him by the hands to pull him in the middle of the living room. By then the small opening had filled up with other people to either dance like they had been doing, or dancing with the ones they came to the party with. Even Wooyoung hadn’t returned, him and San both seeming to be in their own worlds as he rolled his hips against San’s lap. They really had no public shame whatsoever.
His eyes, once scanning the room went back to Yeosang at the gentle press of his hands on his waist and for once in his adultolescence life Jongho was at a loss. Should be be taking the lead by now? Or let Yeosang? Because with the tightening grip on his hips it felt like he wanted to be the one in control. Yeosang answered his inner questions, his hands slowly moving Jongho for him until he found it in himself to start dancing with him.
“What happened to the Jongho I knew, huh?” Yeosang asked in a teasing manner. “The one that always took the lead. Now we’re here and you’re acting all shy towards me.”
Jongho bit his lower lip, starting to move his head and look away from the older but he wasn’t having it, gripping his jaw with his whole hand and keeping his head straight. “Is it because I’m not the same Yeosang from before? Am I intimidating?” Even if this was a new (and improved) Yeosang, he still had little bits of his old self. Like when he was messing with Jongho he always jutted out his lower lip. And that was exactly was he was doing.
“No, no.. Not that..” Well, it kind of was. “Just.. too much to drink?” The way he responded made it sound like Jongho wasn’t so sure of his words, but Yeosang giggled anyway.
“If you’re that wasted maybe we should just call this party a night and go back to my hotel?” By then they had stopped dancing together, and Jongho looked back to the couch. Wooyoung as well as his roommate had disappeared, so with a quick look back to Yeosang he nodded his head.
Because they both had been drinking they had called an uber to bring them back to where Yeosang was staying at, Jongho slumping against the backseat quietly while Yeosang sat next to him, legs crossed and looking out of the window. Being dropped off, Jongho mindlessly followed Yeosang inside the large building. Really, he shouldn’t be so shocked Yeosang was able to afford such a luxurious hotel like this, yet when he stepped through the glass doors his eyes, glistening from the chandelier lights looking up and around the large lobby area. He couldn’t admire for long, because Yeosang pulled him straight into the elevator doors, pressing the button for his floor.
The journey straight to his room almost blurred, finally he was pulled into the hotel room, the soft click of the door behind them and leaving them in pitch darkness, until Yeosang flicked on the lights and suddenly he was casted in fluorescent lights. Like him, Jongho took off his shoes and socks, following Yeosang to the large king bed where the other had plopped right in the middle of it.
“I have clothes you can borrow.” Yeosang said while lifting up his upper body and leaning back on his elbows. “Unless you still prefer to sleep in your boxers.” Yeosang giggled at how Jongho had gone a little red at his ears.
He very much did so, preferring to sleep in practically nothing but he didn’t exactly want to admit that to his incredibly hot ex boyfriend so he went with the borrowed clothes, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind himself. In the solitude of the bathroom, he sighed out through his mouth, shoulders slumping while stepping to the vanity mirror, bending down to turn on the sink and cupping his hands under the cool water, splashing his hot face a couple of times to get it to cool down.
Holy shit, was he a fucking teenager all over again? We won't even talk about the hard on he was having trouble with. He took off the button up and his jeans, leaving him in only his underwear, it doing nothing to the hardened cock it displayed just underneath the fabric. At least when he slipped the pajama pants over it wasn’t much noticeable. Once he put on the shirt, he folded his clothes and left them on the counter, coming out of the bathroom.
But when he lifted his head, to tell Yeosang the bathroom was free if he needed to use it, his words got caught in his throat.
Yeosang was naked. Well not fully. He was in his own underwear, but still! His back turned to Jongho, and most likely didn’t hear Jongho exiting the bathroom as he didn’t react much, bending down to grab a shirt out of his suitcase, Jongho had to force his gaze away so his eyes wouldn’t… linger.
“Ahem.” Jongho cleared his throat, head turned nearly a hundred and eighty degrees just so he wouldn’t even catch another glimpse of the male.
“Oh, hey, I didn’t hear you come out.” Yeosang casually replied, straightening himself up and turning to face Jongho with his shirt in his hands. “You alright?”
“I’m fine.” Jongho choked out, refusing to turn his head until he got some sort of confirmation that Yeosang was dressed, and only then did he look to him, slowly stepping over and around so he could sit down on one end of the bed.
“O.. kay.” Yeosang blinked, slipping under the covers of the bed on the other end, but before he laid down he reached to the bedside and grabbed one of his few hair ties to tie his hair and keep it out of his face. “In the morning we can go out for breakfast if you want, or if you have a raging hangover we can order room service.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Jongho laid down, back facing Yeosang and for what felt like the longest moment of his life it was eerily quiet. Wanting to peak over his shoulder, he was curious if maybe Yeosang went to bed—
His shoulder was grabbed, and Jongho was forced onto his back, Yeosang throwing the cover off of them both and straddling Jongho’s waist. “What’s with you? You really are acting strange with me tonight. Are you sure it’s just the alcohol?”
Firm hands on his shoulders still, Jongho was was unable to move, forced to look into Yeosang’s eyes as the older impatiently waited for his answer and suddenly Jongho just felt so small under the man. He kind of liked it.. being under Yeosang like this. “Well?” Jongho had kept quiet, so Yeosang spoke up again. Now a little embarrassed he looked at everywhere except Yeosang as he formulated just how he was going to tell him why he was acting how he was.
He mumbled something while turning his head to the side, but Yeosang didn’t hear him. “What was that?”
“You’re just.. really hot.”
It wasn’t the kind of answer Yeosang was expecting to receive from Jongho. Confusion washing over his face as he let go of Jongho’s shoulders, scooting down from his waist to sit in his lap instead and gave Jongho the room to sit back on his elbows. “You’ve changed since we last seen each other.. In a really good way.” Jongho let out an airy laugh through his nose and let his head fall back. “Back when we were dating you were this cute little thing that drove me insane when I drilled you down in the bed.. That’s not the same you and I guess being in the position I’m currently in, I kind of like the feeling of being overpowered by you.” Jongho was rambling by that point, now that he finally admitted to Yeosang what he was thinking and with the alcohol still mostly in his system he wasn’t stopping. That is, until he felt Yeosang’s lips on his own. That got him to shut up real fast. But as quick as his lips were on his own they were pulled away.
“That’s all? I’m just that attractive to you?”
“You were always attractive to me.” He moved to fully sit up, and lifted a hand to grab one of Yeosang’s biceps and squeezed it, before trailing his hand down his arm, towards his hand. “And I like the idea of you holding me down and fucking me within an inch of my life.”
The moment he spoke those words, the air between them shifted. Yeosang looked down at Jongho’s hand, slowly bringing his own up and intertwining his fingers with the younger’s, grabbing his other hand before shoving Jongho back down on the mattress and hovered over him. “Let me make it a reality.” His breath ghosted over his right ear as Yeosang whispered into it, the deepness bringing chills down his spine and making Jongho nod his head without a second thought. Yeosang giggled, kissing the shell of his ear before pulling away completely, leaving Jongho on the bed as he went to one of his bags to search through it. He pulled out a small pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, laughing at Jongho’s expression while making his way back over. “What, didn’t think I wouldn’t be fucking while I’m here? You’re mistaken, baby bear.” There was that nickname again. Jongho would happily let Yeosang call him that all he wanted.
Yeosang set the stuff on the bed next to them, crawling back on the mattress, this time rather than straddling him he moved Jongho’s thighs apart. Whether or not it was a test to his own strength, or just to turn Jongho on even more than he currently was he grabbed at the inside of the pajama pants Jongho was wearing, muscles flexing as he ripped them at the seams, leaving them dangling on his legs. “Wait-!”
“I’ll buy another pair.” Yeosang said moving to Jongho’s boxers. At least he didn’t attempt to rip those too, they were kind of the only pair he had at the moment. He pulled them down, just enough for Yeosang to reach behind and grab at Jongho’s exposed asscheeks, kneading the flesh and spreading them apart. “I’ve always wanted to do this while we were dating.” Yeosang admitted, letting go of one hand in favor of grabbing the lube. As he flipped open the cap he let go of his other cheek. But rather than doing what was expected, Yeosang grabbed Jongho by under his knees and forced his legs up, until his ass was in the air and exposed for Yeosang to see. When he let go of one hand again, instinctively Jongho replaced his hand so that Yeosang wasn’t solely holding onto his weight (But he seemed to manage just fine without his assistance).
“But you seemed so content always topping me in the bedroom so I never said anything.” He tilted the bottle, lube squirting out and dripping right down on Jongho’s hole, leaving him to suck in a breath. “Have you ever bottomed before?” When Jongho shook his head, Yeosang made sure to add a little more than necessary. Just to make the slip of his fingers easy. Deeming enough, he shut the bottle and threw it next to him and scooped up what began to drip down him, circling his index finger around his hole. “I’ll go easy.”
Feeling Yeosang prodding at his hole with just one finger was an unfamiliar feeling, blushing red as he watched Yeosang. Slowly he began pushing his finger inside of him, the intrusion uncomfortable and leaving Jongho tensing underneath him. Eyes squeezing shut, he let go of his leg and let it fall onto Yeosang’s shoulder instead. He fisted the sheets tightly. “Baby bear you’re so tight.” Yeosang hissed once he got all the way down to his knuckle. He waited a couple of seconds before pulling away slowly until just the tip of his finger remained inside, then proceeded to push it back in. “Relax.” He tried, he really was trying but this was something he wasn’t used to feeling. Yeosang kissed his calf that rested next to his head, keeping a slow pace of his index finger so that Jongho could grow used to the feeling of being fingered, adding a second one when he deemed him ready.
“Here,” He stopped his hand altogether, pulling his finger out and leaving Jongho empty. Just when he started to grow to like the feeling, the small whine coming out of his throat made Yeosang chuckle as he set his leg down. He rolled Jongho over, positioning him so that he was laying on his hands and knees. “There, probably better for us both.” Now he had both of his hands free to do as he pleased with Jongho. His lubed fingers returned inside of him while his free hand began to play with the flesh of his ass. Squeezing it, shaking it. Even giving it a light spank and watch it giggle from the impact. Now three fingers deep inside Jongho, the younger shoved his face down in the sheets as he groaned, everytime Yeosang’s hand pulled away Jongho seemed to follow, wanting to match the pace of his hand. Though he stopped, moved his hand and began to move it at an angle. Probably searching for his prostate. He curled and stretched out his fingers, leaving Jongho to just writhe underneath Yeosang until his fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves he was searching for.
“Oh fuck!” He cried out, tears prickling in his eyes when Yeosang moved against that spot over and over again. The pleasure he felt was nearly too much but Jongho just couldn’t get enough of it, craving more and more and Yeosang was giving it all.
“More.. More..” His words were muffled but understood nonetheless.
“You want more? Huh. Had I known you’d end up being as greedy as you are now maybe I would have done this before.” Yeosang ended up doing something Jongho did not want and that was pulling his fingers out, leaving him whining and clenching on nothing. Yeosang reached to his own waist, pulling down the shorts he had on, briefly cupping a hand over his own clothed cock before pushing his under down and allowing it to spring out of its confinements. He grabbed the condoms, ripping one from the row and used his teeth to open the packaging. He rolled it along himself before grabbing the lube again to drizzle more along himself and stroking himself to evenly coat it, a small breath coming from him from the quick pleasure.
“You ready?” Jongho never nodded quicker in his life so he was rolled over onto his back again, Yeosang saying something about wanting to see his pretty face contorting as he slid in. Yeosang placed his hands on Jongho’s thighs to spread his legs apart, tip of his cock nudging against Jongho’s entrance. Jongho held his breath, impatiently waiting for more than what felt was necessary. Lucky for him, Yeosang was not in the mood for anymore teasing. Slowly pressing forward, the tip of his cock finally pushed in and slowly moved until his hips were flushed to Jongho’s. The younger squirmed underneath Yeosang, the burn if the stretch much larger than from just his fingers. But it was a delicious, addicting burn that Jongho craved more and more. He moved his hands to grab the sheets but Yeosang grabbed him by his wrists, lifting them up and over his head and pinning then hard against the mattress, leaving Jongho useless under Yeosang.
Jongho mumbled incoherent cursed while Yeosang pulled back, and arched his back when he snapped his hips forward again. “So tight baby bear , fuck.” His head hung low, nails digging tight into Jongho’s wrists. “Feels so fucking good, fuck— fuck.” Yeosang’s jaw went slack as he got lost in the pleasure of Jongho’s warmth wrapped tight around his cock, grip still iron tight on Jongho’s wrists. Jongho kept writhing under Yeosang when his pace began going faster, bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he watched the man above him, his eyes immediately darted to his mouth. Even though he couldn’t move his arms, Jongho still took the opportunity and surged forward to capture Yeosang’s opened mouth in a sloppy kiss. Yeosang reciprocated, taking one of his hands to place it on Jongho’s cheek as they made out, drool and tongues everywhere. Jongho moaned when Yeosang sucked on his tongue before he straightened up. He shifted, before moving again at a slightly different angle, clear as day what his motives were. The tip of his cock brushed right against Jongho’s prostate and Jongho cried out. At this point neighbors be damned if he woke them up.
But the euphoric feeling didn’t last. Yeosang pulled out and left Jongho gaping and whining at the loss, him gently cooing at him and like before was turned around on his knees, though his once pinned hands were placed on the headboard of the king sized bed. He trailed his hands down from his arms, over his shoulders and then down his clothed back, all the way down to the end of his shirt and lifted it up to expose the majority of his back. His eyes mapped out each little mole adorned on Jongho’s skin, each one like shiny stars in the night sky. Yeosang always thought each mole all across Jongho’s body was more beautiful than any star in their entire galaxy and even beyond that.
“I’ve always loved your moles.” He whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss on the largest one, sucking at the skin while slowly pushing his cock back into Jongho. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jongho choked out a moan like sound at the sudden feeling of being stuffed again, gripping the headboard as tight as he could while Yeosang started back up his bruising pace. His lips moved from one mole to another, sucking and licking each spot until his whole back was littered with hickeys and bites. Satisfied with his work Yeosang moved both of his hands to hold Jongho’s waist with a bruising grip.
“So perfect— so fucking perfect for me.” Yeosang praised him, Jongho’s head fell forward when Yeosang snapped up, being yanked back down against his cock by his hands and causing him to squeal a little. This whole time his dick remained confined in his underwear still, a small wet patch of precum where the tip was. Yeosang’s name was moaned out of Jongho’s mouth like a prayer, followed by small so good~ and keep going, don’t stop. Faster!
“Never took you for a dumb little cock whore. I guess there are things I still don’t know about you after all those years.” Yeosang’s hand slid around, gripping tightly at Jongho’s and pressing his thumb against the slit, smearing even more precum around the fabric. Jongho twitched under Yeosang’s hold, honestly not so sure how much longer he could take with the building feeling growing in his lower abdomen, ready to burst at any given moment with how Yeosang was abusing his prostate. Whole body shaking by that point, Jongho mumbled something that Yeosang couldn’t quite hear. “Mm? Speak up.”
In between pants, Jongho repeated himself more clearly, “I’m.. I’m gonna cum.”
“Ahh.” It sounded like Yeosang sighed behind him, he couldn’t tell. His hand pushed down Jongho’s boxers and wrapped it around his aching cock. Jongho gasped whole he began stroking him. “Cum.” He almost demanded, and who was he to deny that?
It only took a couple of more strokes for Jongho to cum, spirting hot white all over the sheets and clenching around Yeosang hard. “Fucking tight.” That seemed to do it for the older too. Thrusts going sloppy, Yeosang came into the condom he was wearing and when he finished he stopped moving. Jongho let go of the headboard and let his exhausted body collapse on the mattress while Yeosang slowly pulled out, whimpering at the empty feeling as the older took off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trashcan.
“Are you okay?” His voice was more gentle sounding than it was just a few short minutes ago, Jongho slowly turned and cracked one eye open to see Yeosang looking down at him with the softest eyes.
“I’m alright.” He reassured, voice hoarse from overuse.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Yeosang crawled out of the bed and onto his feet, dressing himself in his more baggier clothes and slipped our of the hotel room. Now alone, Jongho easily dozed off and slept for the entire time it took Yeosang to walk to the convenience store just around the corner, his eyes snapped open when Yeosang shook his shoulder.
When Jongho lifted his head, he was handed an already opened bottle of water. “Drink.” He told the younger, slowly helping him onto his back once again and even forming a mini mountain of pillows to support him so he could semi sit up. “Do you feel like showering?”
He took the water from Yeosang and took tint sips out of the bottle, wetting his dry throat and easing it a little. “Too tired.” His voice still sounded rough but at least the water helped a little with soothing his throat. Yeosang nodded, taking the other bottle he bought for himself and opened the cap, taking a large drink from it.
“Okay, we’ll take a shower in the morning and maybe go out for breakfast?”
That sounded good to Jongho, so he nodded. Taking another drink of his water before putting it on the nightstand next to the bed. He shimmied to lay back down, completely ignoring the intense dull ache in his ass as he waited for Yeosang to join him. Which he didn’t keep him waiting long. He stripped down to his underwear, getting back in the bed and laying next to the younger, Jongho scooting right up and letting his head rest on Yeosang’s left peck. As he shut his eyes to doze off again Yeosang wrapped his arm around his shoulders, holding him tightly. It almost felt like all those years since their breakup didn’t even exist, slotted perfectly in Yeosang’s arms like this. Jongho fell asleep surrounded by Yeosang’s scent and warmth.
His phone went off once, Jongho didn’t react. The second time however, the male stirred. As he drifted into consciousness, eyes remaining closed he noticed the dull pounding of his head which only signaled to him a hangover. Jongho lazily reached around him, being mindful of the sleeping mass of a person next to him and grabbed his phone. Without even opening his eyes he answered the phone, pressing it against his ear and croaking out a small, “Hello?”
He cringed at the roughness of his own voice.
“Dude you sound like absolute shit.” San said on the other end. “Where the hell are you? I got too drunk to realize you didn’t come home with Wooyoung and I. Are you okay?”
“‘m fine.” He mumbled while beginning to turn to his side, moving away from Yeosang’s body heat. “Stayed with Yeosang.”
“Sounds like you did more than just stay over.” San commented with an obvious tease in his voice.
“Look, I’ll come home later, I really don't feel like giving you the details of last night on the phone.“
San gasped. “So you two did do something!”
“Goodbye San.”
“Bu—“ Click .
Jongho tossed his phone, too exhausted to care whether it landed somewhere on the bed or on the floor. He pulled the blanket back up to his shoulder while pressing his face against the pillow under his head with full intention of dozing back off.
“Good morning.” He jumped at voice in his ear, finally Jongho’s eyes opening while he turned to see Yeosang hovering above him. His voice was deep with sleep, hair a mess.
“Morning.” Jongho relaxed, moving to lay on his back and stare up at Yeosang.
“Did you sleep well?” He nodded. “Are you sore at all?”
Jongho wiggled his body. “A little. But it’s alright.” Yeosang hummed, leaning down and kissing the younger’s forehead.
“Okay. Do you want to sleep some more or do you think you’re ready for a shower?” Jongho answered that by pushing Yeosang back against the mattress, nearly on top of him by that point and laying his head on him. “I assume more sleeping.” Snorting, Yeosang wrapped his arms around Jongho’s waist, tip of his thumb brushing under his shirt and rubbing small circles along his back.
Two hours later and Jongho found himself awake yet again, this time not as groggy as previously and staring up at Yeosang’s sleeping face.
Jongho always thought that Yeosang was gorgeous, even in his sleep. How relaxed he seemed. He mapped out the little features of his face, the little birthmark just next to his eye was a favorite of his. His hand found its way up, and gently brushed the tip of his index finger against the skin, circling around it. He didn’t go any farther than that as to not risk waking the older up.
He pulled his hand away, willing himself out of the comfort of Yeosang’s bed and arms in favor of getting himself cleaned up after the night he had. Though on his feet, his legs shook with each step he took until he entered the bathroom and leaned against the bathroom counter with his hands. He took a moment, and when he looked at himself in the mirror he nearly gasped. He looked wrecked, his eyes were red and puffy from the apparent crying he was doing last night, there were bruises in the faint shape of hands on his waist from just how hard Yeosang held onto him, and when he turned around, looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of his back his eyes popped out of his skull.
His back was covered in hickeys and bite marks, all covering the moles that scattered along the skin.
“I think it looks better like that.” Jongho’s head whipped around and spotted Yeosang standing at the door, still only in his boxers and leaving Jongho blushing . Though he was equally as revealing, standing in the middle of the bathroom in just his underwear.
“Sorry I woke you.” Jongho said while slowly turning to fully face Yeosang, the older just shaking his head, walking to him, and placed his hands on his waist, right over the bruises.
“Let’s say you and I take a quick shower and then we can go out for some breakfast.” Jongho nodded, so as quickly as he held onto him Yeosang pulled away, crouching at the tub and starting the water, letting it warm up before he turned on the showerhead. He even helped Jongho out of his underwear, and into the shower where he proceeded to pamper Jongho. Lathering up his hair with shampoo, taking the showerhead off of its stand to rinse it out before he started on his body, being extra careful with each bruise Yeosang decorated on him and gave Jongho no choice but to let him continue, getting out of the shower so that Yeosang could focus on himself while he dried himself off with one of the hotel’s towels.
He ended up borrowing another pair of Yeosang’s clothes as the ones he came with were too over the top for a simple breakfast outing, leaving the room with Yeosang’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.
Getting dropped off afterwards, he ignored San (And Wooyoung) to go straight into his room, the very reason he even went to that party in the first place was completely forgotten as he crawled back into his bed, texts from San getting ignored. Whether this would change their relationship or not, Jongho didn’t know. As he stared up at the ceiling, the memories of the night before playing through his head, he traced his own fingers over where Yeosang’s once was he knew one thing for sure. He didn't want to let him go like he foolishly did the first time.