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Sex with Donghyuck is fun. Renjun has had the kind of sex you see in movies, red hot and burning with desire. But sex with Donghyuck is like hanging out with your best friend. Sometimes, Donghyuck is cracking jokes while Renjun is balls deep inside him. Other times, they roleplay as newlyweds on their honeymoon in Jeju. Sometimes, they don’t even end up fucking because they’re too into their little hypothetical debates in the middle of it.
“So what you’re saying is, if you met yourself from another universe, you wouldn’t, would not, fuck yourself?” Donghyuck says as he climbs on Renjun’s lap.
“No?” Renjuns scoffs and puts his arms behind his head. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Actually, I’m about to be full of you,” Donghyuck says and shoots him an over-the-top wink.
Renjun pinches his nipple and laughs when Donghyuck topples off him.
They don’t really know how all of this started. It just felt like a natural progression of their friendship. Friends, to best friends, to best friends who fuck occasionally. They just never questioned it.
Things with Donghyuck always feel natural. And easy. Which is something Renjun’s not quite used to, being the meticulous over-complicater he is. This friendship was a change, but definitely not an unwelcome one. So when Donghyuck one day jokingly kissed Renjun hard on the mouth during one of their many sleepovers, Renjun kissed him back, harder.
Classic Renjun and Donghyuck. When Renjun pushes, Donghyuck pushes back. Then Renjun pushes back, harder. It was only a matter of time before pushes turned into kisses.
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“Wait,” Donghyuck pants, bringing a hand to Renjun’s chest to pause his attack on Donghyuck’s neck.
Renjun pulls away, “What?”
“Sex playlist,” Donghyuck says through a smile, his hair mussed and lips kiss-bitten. Renjun rolls his eyes and rolls away anyway.
“Do we have to play Bruno Mars every time we fuck?” Renjun lays on his side as Donghyuck scrambles from the bed to pull up his Spotify on his phone. “Leave The Door Open” plays through his room’s speaker. One of two of the matching expensive speakers they bought together.
Donghyuck stands up at the edge of the bed and unsexily plops himself on Renjun. Renjun laughs.
Donghyuck sings, “What you doing?”
“What you doing?” Renjun sings back.
“Where you at?”
“Where you at?”
Kissing resumes after the first verse, which is arguably the best part of the song. Up until the chorus and Donghyuck has to pause grinding down on Renjun’s dick to sing his favorite line. Renjun joins in with harmonies.
They fuck eventually.
The bed creaks at a relentless tempo. Renjun takes this very seriously.
“Uh-uh- uuuuuh, ” Donghyuck’s staccato moans breaks off into a melodious tune, and Renjun laughs so hard he had to take a moment to slap Donghyuck’s arm.
“You’re so fucking annoying! I was about to come too!”
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Life resumes as it does. Renjun remembers the moment Donghyuck walked into his life two years ago, and how he forcibly wedged himself into Renjun’s daily routine. Renjun doesn’t remember much of life before that. Renjun attends his lectures and works his shifts as he usually does, except now Donghyuck is ever-present almost every other hour. If he’s not physically there, Renjun will have a live update of what he’s missing via text. Renjun knows what Donghyuck’s mid-day lecture is about (Gender Studies), how much coffee he’s had by 2 pm (2.5 cups), and how hot his seatmate is (very hot, like that guy from One Dollar Lawyer).
So when Donghyuck appears at lunch with a hickey the size of Alaska on his neck, with teeth marks like a bear trap, Renjun makes a double take.
“What the hell is that? Did you fuck a bear?” Renjun near-shouts, aggressively pointing at the bruise.
“Ow?” Donghyuck swats Renjun’s prying hands, “No “Good morning, Donghyuck, you look ravishing today”? What happened to manners!”
“No, because you look like you got ravished,” Renjun replies accusingly. “Plus, why do you care about manners? You chew with your mouth open. And whoever did this clearly does not know anything about marking etiquette.”
“It doesn’t matter if he’s hot.”
“The fuck did I miss!”
“Remember when you had to take that morning shift at the store?”
“That was this morning.”
“Yeah.”
“You got railed at 8 AM?”
Renjun is met with the signature Donghyuck smirk and shrug combo.
“Who? Where?”
“Sent a thirst trap and called him over. One Dollar Lawyer guy. His name’s Na Jaemin.”
“You hooked up with Na Jaemin?!”
Speak of the devil.
“Yes, he did actually,” Jaemin grabs a chair next to Donghyuck and takes a seat, “Hey, Renjun.”
“You guys know each other?” Mouth agape, Donghyuck looks at the two, his finger pointing at the both of them.
“You’re kidding? We went to high school together!” Renjun says in surprise.
“You didn’t tell me you went to high school with hot One Dollar Lawyer guy!”
“I didn’t know Na Jaemin was hot One Dollar Lawyer guy!”
“What’s One Dollar Lawyer guy?” Jaemin, evidently confused, looks at them with eyebrows furrowed.
“You look like the guy from One Dollar Lawyer,” Donghyuck explains.
“I’ve never seen it,” Jaemin replies flatly and pops a grape in his mouth.
“This is so weird,” Renjun says and leans back on his chair, amused. “I didn’t think Jaemin was your type.”
“He’s hot and finds me annoying. He’s exactly my type,” Donghyuck deadpans and steals a grape from Jaemin’s little Ziplock. Jaemin just gives him a look and shrugs. “I’m gonna get cheese fries.”
Donghyuck gets up and leaves Renjun and Jaemin to look at each other and laugh. Partly in fake polite nostalgia, but mostly because of how ridiculous Renjun feels.
“This is so weird for me.”
“To be fair,” Jaemin leans in on the table, “I didn’t know you guys knew each other.”
“Well, yeah me neither! I didn’t know the hot seatmate he kept talking about was you.”
“He kept talking about me?”
Renjun scoffs, “Talking is… a nice way to put it. Let’s just say you’re the reason he showers and wears shorts and skinny jeans to his 8 AMs.”
Jaemin lets out an airy chuckle, “Well, it worked. Good to know he showers.”
“Rarely.”
They both laugh.
“Did he play his stupid sex playlist?”
“What sex playlist?”
Donghyuck comes back with a plate of noodles.
“What happened to cheese fries?”
“Changed my mind.”
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They barely make it into Renjun’s. They just got back from watching Bruno Mars with Mark and Chenle. After some hotpot and a few drinks, Renjun and Donghyuck are pleasantly tipsy, and unpleasantly singing the entire setlist all the way home. The taxi driver would’ve complained if Renjun didn’t give him such a generous tip.
“Bruno would’ve wanted you to keep it,” he says when the driver asks him if he was sure. Donghyuck blows the driver a kiss, just to be annoying.
They’re warm and giggling and on a concert high. Renjun feels the euphoria pumping through his veins, and he can’t help but feel grateful to have spent a wonderful night with his favorite people after watching one of his favorite artists and eating his favorite meals. He feels full like he’s on top of the world. One look at Donghyuck and he knows that Donghyuck feels the same way, too. So Renjun kisses him, a little sloppy and dramatic, but it felt right. Donghyuck laughs his usual airy laugh, the genuine kind, where his eyes turn into little crescents and you can see all of his perfect little teeth. Pretty , Renjun thinks. So he kisses him again.
Giggly kisses turn rather heated after a while, especially when Renjun begins kissing Donghyuck’s neck. He likes it there. When they make it to Renjun’s room, after several attempts, Renjun pushes a laughing Donghyuck to his bed. Donghyuck lays like a starfish on his bed, smiling like just had the best night of his life. Renjun grins at the view, an unabashed half-naked Donghyuck, and grabs Donghyuck’s phone from his jeans on the floor.
“What are you doing? Get up here!” Donghyuck complains.
“Sex playlist,” Renjun taps in Donghyuck’s password and opens his Spotify. He smiles when Donghyuck’s phone automatically connects to his speaker.
“Wait,” Donghyuck gets up to snatch his phone when Renjun pushes him back and tells him to stay put.
Renjun scrolls through Donghyuck’s playlists to find one labeled “Donghyuck’s Dick Down Playlist” or “Freaky Deaky”, only to find one labeled, “Renjun”.
Renjun laughs in confusion, “What’s this!”
“Uh,” Donghyuck starts. But he never finishes.
Renjun looks through the songs in the playlist. The first song on the playlist is of course, “Leave The Door Open,” followed by a couple more Bruno Mars songs (“Marry You” was a weird choice but worked great for when they roleplayed as honeymooners), and a few more of Renjun and Donghyuck’s favorite songs. They were all songs they listen to when they, well, you know.
“Why is your sex playlist labeled “Renjun” you dumbass!”
“It’s because it’s not a sex playlist?” Donghyuck looks a little nervous, and Renjun suddenly feels like he just got dumped on a bucket of iced water.
“What do you mean? This is what you put on every time we fuck.”
“It’s a you playlist.”
Renjun looks at Donghyuck, incredulous. Donghyuck clears his throat.
“Huh?”
“Yeah. It’s a you playlist okay! Do you really think I listen to Bruno Mars whenever I hook up with someone?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, no. Plus, I only sleep with you anyway.”
“Liar, what about Jaemin?”
“We didn’t fuck.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, do you sleep with anyone else?”
Renjun blinks. He never thought of that. He never really considered anyone else, really. Donghyuck is familiar, and fun, and he doesn’t really see the need in having sex with anyone else.
“No,” Renjun says, somewhat shy. He doesn’t know why he feels shy all of a sudden.
“Why don’t you?” Donghyuck asks. Because he knows it’s not because Renjun can’t sleep with anyone else. Anyone would kill to spend a night with Renjun.
Renjun thinks to himself. Donghyuck stares at him like it’s the easiest question in the world.
“You love me!”
“What?”
“You love me, and I love you,” Donghyuck says, the nervousness from earlier somehow dissipating. He says it like it’s obvious. Like he knows it’s true.
Renjun looks at him, to see some semblance of a joke on Donghyuck’s face. There is none.
“Look,” Donghyuck starts, clasping his hands together like he’s giving one of his convincing speeches before a reckless night out, “We’re best friends. Best friends don’t sleep with each other, but you and I have been exclusively sleeping with each other. So that makes us…” he looks at Renjun like he’s egging him to finish his sentence.
“Boyfriends?” Renjun says, half-joking. Like it’s ridiculous.
“Exactly,” Donghyuck says, a satisfied smile on his face. He looks kinda ridiculous sitting on Renjun’s bed in his little Shin-chan briefs.
Renjun thinks it over. Yeah. It makes sense.
“Okay,” Renjun says, nonchalant.
“Okay? Like, actually?” It’s Donghyuck’s turn to be flustered and caught off guard. Because when Donghyuck pushes, Renjun pushes back, harder.
“Yeah. I love you, you love me,” Renjun walks over to Donghyuck, and puts his hand on Donghyuck’s chin to look him in the eyes. He plants a kiss on Donghyuck like he always does.
Easy. It’s always been easy. It’s a natural progression of their friendship. Friends, to best friends, to boyfriends. And if Renjun wasn’t such a romantic he wouldn’t care much for labels, but this one, he won’t even question it.
He presses play.
“What you doin?”