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Considering the Geomijul base had been burnt to the ground, Joon-gi Han didn’t have anywhere to go aside from the small apartment in Survive. Seong-hui told him it would be fine and that he’d survive. Even when he begged her to let him stay with her so that he wouldn’t have to sleep in a room with four other people, she used the excuse that he’d agreed to lend a hand to Kasuga’s gang in the first place. And, as he’d expected, his first night there was not pleasant.
Saeko yawned dramatically. “Good night, guys...”
Everyone else mumbled their good nights, as well as Joon-gi, and they settled in their futons. He should’ve noticed something was off from the beginning when he saw how close the other four’s futons were too each other.
Joon-gi laid out his sheets and crawled into the futon. It was much too small for his height, leaving his feet sticking out of the sheets, but that simply came with being tall. He grumbled a bit and kicked the sheets down lower.
A few minutes passed, and Joon-gi was beginning to drift off to sleep when he felt someone grab at his arm. He yelped in surprise and almost turned around to suplex the person out of instinct. Instead, he froze as small hands yanked him over to his left. He immediately recognized the person as Saeko and froze up even more. Although, he soon realized it wasn’t just Saeko he was now pressed up against. He was in a pile of all of his new allies.
He opened his eyes, and as they adjusted to the darkness, he saw the state they were all in. Saeko was snoring with a happy look on her face (he could only imagine the kind of dreams that woman had...), curled up around Kasuga and now Joon-gi. Nanba was doing the same, clinging onto Kasuga’s arm like a koala. Lastly, and rather tamely, Adachi was lying on Kasuga’s chest like a pillow. How they ended up in such a state in so little time, he had no clue.
Joon-gi sighed, accepting his fate as one with the pile.
The next morning, he woke up to loud cackling.
“Hm... Wha...?”
“Joon— Joon-gi— BAHAHAHA!” Through his blurry vision, he could see it was Saeko who was laughing at him.
Blinking the blurriness away, he lifted his head up to look around. To his dismay, he was curled up around Kasuga, who also had Nanba and Adachi doing the same.
Joon-gi flinched away like he was burnt, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. “I— You were the one who dragged me there first, you know!”
Saeko giggled. “But you stayed, didn’t you?”
“I was tired!”
Saeko put her hands on her hips. “Well, this just means you’re one of the family now!”
“One of the...” Joon-gi felt even more flustered. “I don’t know if I want that if this is what I have to deal with every night...”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it.”
Joon-gi, in fact, did not get used to it.
Well, in a way, he did. He sort of... beared it. You see, he’d never been a touchy guy. Maybe it had to do with his dad beating him as a kid, but he was pretty adversed to it. Whenever Kasuga would come up from behind to give him a hug, he’d always turn around in a flash and nearly, or actually, punch him. Thankfully, Kasuga was a trooper, and it never fazed him.
Adachi once commented on it and said, “You’re like a cat. Those things never want to be pet, and you swat your hand at people when they try to touch you just like they do.”
Joon-gi didn’t exactly know how to feel about that, so he simply laughed it off. Everyone else seemed to take it to heart, though, and the cat comparisons came left and right at everything he did. They even said he used his karambit knife like claws.
When Zhao joined the party, everything got worse.
The guy was charming and very alluring, he’d give him that. Where Joon-gi had the looks, Zhao had the personality. Some did find Joon-gi’s aloofness attractive, he supposed, but he had no clue how to do much else. Zhao would constantly bug him to have a drink with him, and it was very tempting, considering the way he talked. However, the previous enemies pretense never really went away.
Joon-gi had seen Zhao a couple times at Ijin Three meetings as he lingered behind Seong-hui like her shadow, and Zhao had eyed him a couple times with a smirk. It almost always infuriated him.
Now, he was going to have to live under the same roof as him.
Joon-gi didn’t blame him. Zhao had literally nowhere else to go. It still didn’t remove the fact that it annoyed him, though.
To top it all off, Zhao put his futon right next to Joon-gi’s.
Joon-gi glared. “Did you really have to...”
“Where else would I put it, Joon-gi-san?”
Zhao had a point. There wasn’t really mcuh room elsewhere.
Joon-gi sighed. “Whatever.”
Zhao chuckled. Joon-gi’s karambit knife itched in his pocket.
By the time they’d all gotten ready, the main four wasted no time immediately cuddling. They’d stopped the pretenses a long time ago, except for Joon-gi. He tried to avoid it as much as possible, but Saeko (why was it always Saeko?) always seemed to drag him in the pile.
Zhao chuckled at the sight as he tucked himself in. “I see the kind of relationship they have here.”
“What, that they all want a piece of cuddling Kasuga-san?”
Zhao was clearly holding back a laugh. “N-No... That they’re really close.”
“Yeah. Get used to it. You might also want to get used to... being dragged into it.”
“Ahhh... Traumatized, I see.” Zhao smirked at him.
“I guess you could say that...”
Joon-gi slipped into his futon, facing away from Zhao, and fell asleep. He was surprised when he felt no hand dragging him into the pile that night. Until...
Instead of a hand from his left, Joon-gi felt a hand reach from his right.
“Ah—”
Joon-gi felt his back flush against Zhao’s. He couldn’t help the automatic blush from rising to his cheeks. He tried to squirm out of the other’s grasp, but Zhao simply held on tighter. Joon-gi couldn’t tell if Zhao was doing this subconsciously or on purpose, but either way, it did not sit right with him. Joon-gi would not cuddle with this fuck—
“You didn’t want to cuddle with them, did you?” Zhao whispered in his ear.
What felt like fire creeped up from Joon-gi’s stomach to his chest. “I—” Zhao stuck his hand under Joon-gi’s shirt and ran it up his abdomen. Joon-gi shivered. “I-I suppose not.”
“You’re quite build under that coat, aren’t you?”
Joon-gi’s heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. He wondered if Zhao could feel it as his hand climbed its way up to his chest. “W-We’re in a room with four other people, Zhao-san...”
“Shhh... Don’t worry. They’re asleep.”
“S-Sure, but—” Joon-gi was cut off with a gasp when Zhao ran the pad of his thumb over Joon-gi’s right nipple. That immediately stunned him to silence.
Zhao hummed, and Joon-gi felt it on his back, making him shiver again. Joon-gi had rarely ever been touched like this. It almost made him freeze up with how nice it felt.
“Relaaaax, Joon-gi.” Zhao almost petted his chest, and Joon-gi bit back a whimper.
“Hmm... The others were right — you are just like a cat.” Zhao slipped out his other hand and reached toward Joon-gi’s head. “If I...” He ran it through Joon-gi’s hair, who, as a result, moaned softly.
Joon-gi snapped his mouth shut almost instantly, but Zhao just hummed and continued. This time, he felt up Joon-gi’s chest and hair. He wanted to squirm with how quickly he was getting aroused. It took him a bit to realize he was panting lightly, to his embarrassment.
“Mmm. Your natural hair color is black, huh?”
No, stop looking—
“You’d be pretty with it, you know.”
But then I wouldn’t be Joon-gi Han anymore—
“N-No, I—”
Zhao tugged.
“Mmmmph—”
“Oh, my... Who knew.” Zhao creeped his hands up Joon-gi’s scalp a bit further and tugged again.
That time, Joon-gi bucked his hips.
Zhao chuckled and whispered, “Desperate, are we?”
“Sh-Shut up,” Joon-gi spat.
Zhao hummed and reached downward toward Joon-gi’s waist. He pulled it back, and that was when Joon-gi realized how hard Zhao was.
Don’t get him wrong, Joon-gi was hard too, but the idea that all of this had aroused the other too send a lightning strike of arousal down his back.
“Ah— Zhao, you—”
Zhao tugged at the waistband of Joon-gi’s boxer shorts, and Joon-gi gasped. He almost went to grab Zhao’s wrist, but he stopped himself when he felt Zhao snake his hand toward Joon-gi’s dick and grab it. He moaned softly and bucked his hips into Zhao’s hand.
Joon-gi could feel how slick he was against Zhao’s hand and was embarrassed by it — by how wet he got from just that. He felt Zhao gently rock his hips against his ass, but his mind was too preoccupied with the hot feeling somewhere else. Joon-gi was making small, soft sounds, trying not to be loud and wake everyone up. Even when his mind was fogged with pleasure, he tried to keep his composure.
It wasn’t until too late when Joon-gi remembered Zhao’s other hand was in his hair, and Zhao tugged. The combination of pain and pleasure rippled through him, resulting in an inhuman sound being ripped from his lips as well as an arch to his back.
Zhao ground against him again with a light groan, and that was when Joon-gi realized he was close. He tried to hold back his sounds as Zhao began to pump him faster, but a few escaped, and they were so clearly desperate.
“Mmmgh— Zhao, I’m—”
“I know, baby, me too.”
The pet name shocked through him, and Joon-gi whined. With one last stroke to the head of his cock and a tug of his hair, and Joon-gi was coming. It was almost blinding how quickly it came.
By the time Joon-gi had come down, he was gasping for air. Zhao probably came too, because he was backing off from Joon-gi and standing up. Coming in your boxers wasn’t ideal. At least Zhao caught his in his hands...
By the time Zhao had come back and lied down next to Joon-gi, he’d had some time to contemplate himself. He clearly did not like Zhao too much, but that was... really hot. And when was the last time Joon-gi had an orgasm? It wasn’t recent, that was for sure.
Zhao curled up around Joon-gi again, this time with innocent intentions. It made Joon-gi’s heart flutter in a way he tried to ignore.
“I’m... Sorry for being unkind to you, Zhao-san.”
“Hm... Don’t worry about it.”
Joon-gi’s throat felt clogged with words, but he refused to say any of them. Instead, he fell asleep, a pleasant buzz underneath his skin.
When Saeko woke them up laughing, Joon-gi didn’t care as much that time.