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Pounding on his door alerted Doyoung that there was no escaping tonight’s activities, planned by none other than his best friends, Taeyong and Yuta.
Over the past week, he had been cooped up in either his room or the library due to midterms, and now that they were officially over, Taeyong was determined to decompress together.
If Doyoung had to describe his perfect night of relaxation, it would resemble that of a 65-year-old: staying at home, reading a book, watching a movie, and sipping some chilled craft beer.
He was a certified homebody.
However, this was not how his friends wanted to spend their newfound freedom. Their idea of celebration involved predrinking the cheapest alcohol they could find, squeezing into their most stylish outfits, and hitting the packed clubs until the sun rose.
Doyoung usually passed on such invites, but somehow, Taeyong had convinced him that tonight was the night he had to go.
The pounding on the door grew more impatient.
Sighing, Doyoung stood up from his couch and trudged over to the mirror to check his reflection. His last-minute outfit—an oversized black button-down and black jeans—was hardly club-worthy. But one couldn't go wrong with an all-black look, right?
With a resigned shrug, he whispered, "You got this," before cracking the door open. On the other side, he was met with the familiar sight of an already tipsy Yuta, grinning broadly and clinging to Taeyong for dear life. Taeyong’s eyes quickly scanned Doyoung up and down, giving a nod of approval to his outfit.
"Are you ready to party?" Yuta cheered, drawing out the end of the word into a raspy 'aye.'
"As ready as ever," Doyoung forced a smile back. The sarcasm was lost on Yuta, but Taeyong sent him a tired look, as if to say, at least try to have fun.’’
Doyoung stepped into the hallway, the noise from neighboring apartments filtering through the building's thin walls. Other college students were clearly pre-gaming before they, too, ventured out into the city.
Living close to campus had its perks, namely a short commute. Unfortunately, it also meant that the nightlife was just as close.
He often heard the distant thump of bass from the basement clubs on his street while sitting in his living room on the weekends.
"Come on, the others wanted to meet at the bar across the street before heading in. I let them have a head start, so we probably won't be at the bar for long," Taeyong explained, taking the lead.
Yuta’s giggles echoed off the walls. Doyoung’s mind wandered to the comfort of his couch, the current TV series he had left unfinished, and the peaceful night he had been relishing. He glanced at Taeyong, who seemed more determined than excited about the evening's plans, and at Yuta, who was already in high spirits.
Doyoung took a deep breath, bracing himself for the night ahead.
--
Taeyong was dressed to the nines. His bright white hair complemented his vibrant, colorful streetwear, allowing the club's dance lights to bounce and reflect off him. He looked like a fallen angel, mesmerizing the men who danced around him.
Yuta, completely in his element, danced with the carefree joy of a child. He was born for the stage, and Doyoung knew that once Yuta graduated with his dance major, he would be going places.
Doyoung, however, was another story.
He had tried his best to dance, attempting to replicate Yuta’s trained moves with his long limbs, hoping the liquid courage he downed at the bar would take care of the rest, but self-consciousness crept in, causing him to tone down his efforts.
Standing a few feet away from his friends, he swayed from side to side, bumping into people and hating the way their sweaty skin rubbed against him. Each time he lifted his boot-clad foot, it stuck to the floor, sticky with spilled ciders and beers that had never been fully cleaned up.
Closing his eyes, he tried to gauge how long he had given this night a chance. No matter how much he danced, he couldn’t get into the celebration mood.
Needing to escape, he pouted and waved Taeyong over to suggest getting some water or fresh air. Doyoung knew that at this rate, he was going to be nursing a nasty hangover tomorrow, and the other two were a few more drinks into the night than he was.
However, before he could voice his idea, Taeyong was already speaking.
"Doyoung! Let's get more drinks," Taeyong called out, holding his hand out, inviting Doyoung to grasp it.
Wanting nothing more than to get off the dance floor, he clung to Taeyong’s hand like a lifeline, allowing himself to be led through the bobbing bodies, Taeyong naturally parting the crowd like the sea.
Letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Doyoung relaxed a little once they had officially exited the dance floor, approaching the bar where significantly fewer people milled about.
A rush of nausea hit him as his body slowed down enough to process the night he had put it through.
"Hey, I'll be back," Doyoung yelled. Even away from the dance floor, the music was still loud enough to make any conversation difficult.
He turned towards the exit, craving cool air and less noise. Without waiting for Taeyong’s response, he weaved past the crowd entering the club and pushed through the double doors into the street outside.
—---
He threw up.
It wasn’t even past 11:00 pm, and here he was, bent over a storm drain as fresh-faced students swerved around him to start their night at the club.
Brushing his bangs out of his face, Doyoung tried not to cry. He felt physically better after purging his stomach but was mortified that it happened. The taste of bile lingered in his mouth, and he desperately wished for a drink of water.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a group of guys chatting. Of course, they had probably witnessed his humiliating moment. Slowly straightening up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks hot with shame. He couldn't bring himself to look at the group, but he felt their eyes on him, likely filled with either pity or amusement.
Moving aside to clear the path, Doyoung leaned against a nearby wall, taking deep breaths to steady himself. The cold bricks pressed against his back, grounding him in the chaotic environment. He sensed someone's gaze on him but forced himself not to look, already feeling ashamed as it was.
"Hey, you okay?" a voice called out, cutting through the noise. Doyoung's heart skipped a beat. He glanced up briefly to see one of the guys from the group, his eyes filled with concern.
"Yeah, just... rough night," Doyoung muttered, avoiding eye contact. The guy gave him a sympathetic nod before turning back to his friends.
Confident that he wouldn't be sick again and feeling more sober, he gathered his resolve and attempted to re-enter the club, only to be halted at the door. The bouncer looked him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"ID?" the bouncer asked.
Doyoung patted his pockets and then it struck him—his wallet was still with Taeyong, leaving him with just his phone in hand.
"I... uh, I left my wallet with my friend inside," he stammered, feeling the embarrassment wash over him again.
The bouncer shook his head. "No ID, no entry."
Doyoung sighed, stepping aside as more students pushed past him, eager to start their night. He pulled out his phone and hesitated, not wanting to bother Taeyong but knowing he had no other choice.
As he typed out a message to Taeyong, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw the same guy from earlier, now closer and offering a small smile.
"Lost your wallet?" the guy asked.
"Yeah, it's inside with my friend," Doyoung admitted, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.
"Do you want me to go in and help you find him?" the guy offered.
Doyoung hesitated, then shook his head. “No, I don’t really want to go back in.” He ran his hand through his hair as he realized this was his way out for the evening.
“Don’t you need your ID?” The man looked at him amused, probably assuming Doyoung was much more drunk than he actually felt at this point.
“Nah, I can get it from him tomorrow,” he waved it off, blushing as the man leaned forward. The guy's slightly taller frame, combined with his broad shoulders, made him seem much bigger than Doyoung.
Nodding, the man before him chuckled. “Well, okay then.” His smile revealed deep dimples that decorated his cheeks, causing Doyoung’s eyes to linger on them. He almost missed the way Jaehyun glanced toward the group of guys he had walked away from.
“I’m Jaehyun, by the way.”
“Doyoung,” he replied, shaking Jaehyun’s hand. “Thanks for offering to help.”
“No problem. I’ve been there before,” Jaehyun said with a sympathetic smile. “Do you want to sit down for a bit? There’s a bench over there. Or maybe find some food?” He paused before adding, “I have cash,” with a laugh, knowing that Doyoung was without his wallet.
Doyoung knew guys like this. Certified fuckboys. But he was also hungry and desperate to get any other flavor out of his mouth besides vomit.
Rolling his eyes and resigning himself to whatever might come, Doyoung nodded. “Food sounds great.”
—-
A few blocks over, they stumbled across a food tent serving tteokbokki. Perched on two red stools, they picked at their paper cups of spicy rice cakes as the night buzzed around them.
“So, not much of a clubber?” Jaehyun asked, leaning back and stretching his legs out in front of him.
“Not really,” Doyoung admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was more or less dragged here by my friends.”
Jaehyun chuckled. “I get it. Sometimes you just need a break from all the craziness.”
“Exactly,” Doyoung agreed, feeling more at ease. “I’d much rather be at home watching a movie.”
“Same here,” Jaehyun said, surprising Doyoung.
Doyoung laughed, the sound light and genuine. “No way. I saw you and your friends.”
“What does that mean?” Jaehyun laughed back, intrigued by Doyoung’s assertion.
“There is no way you and your Playboy friend group don’t enjoy clubbing as much as the next college student.” Doyoung stabbed another piece of tteokbokki, biting into it with a huff.
“Oh?” Jaehyun looked amused again. “A playboy, am I?”
“Yep,” Doyoung said, chewing with satisfaction.
“Okay, if I’m a stereotypical playboy, what does that make you? Are you the shy loner who gets played by the playboy?” Jaehyun leaned in, enjoying the way Doyoung spoke his mind without worrying about how it would come off.
Doyoung paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m the one who surprises the playboy by not falling for his charms.”
Jaehyun raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “ I like a challenge.”
—--
After they finished the tteokbokki, Jaehyun suggested a walk to settle their stomachs. Doyoung, despite being unsure if it was the lingering effects of alcohol affecting his judgment, agreed, finding Jaehyun's company surprisingly pleasant.
They strolled down dimly lit streets, conversation flowing effortlessly from movies to mutual interests in classic comedies and indie dramas. Doyoung was pleasantly surprised; he had assumed Jaehyun and his friends were only into mainstream films and partying.
“How have you seen all this stuff?” Doyoung asked.
Shrugging, Jaehyun responded “Acting major. I guess I have always had a thing for obscure films.”
Doyoung could feel himself actually enjoying the man’s presence, hoping the night would go slower.
As they turned onto a familiar street, Doyoung casually remarked, "Oh, I live not too far from here," feeling a subconscious pull towards his bed for the night.
"Let me walk you home," Jaehyun promptly offered.
Doyoung hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. The walk back felt both comfortable and nerve-wracking, the dimly lit hallway seeming narrower than usual, each step toward his apartment door accompanied by a heightened sense of anticipation whenever Jaehyun glanced his way.
Carefully typing in his door code, Doyoung pushed it open, looking back into the hall to face Jaehyun.
“Thank you for tonight,” he offered, his voice sincere.
“Yeah, I had fun.” Jaehyun smiled, standing there expectantly.
Doyoung glanced down the hallway, feeling a mix of apprehension and boldness. He had two options: say goodnight and go on with his life, or make a choice so out of character that Taeyong would never let him live it down.
Taking a deep breath, Doyoung made his decision. “Do you want to come in for a bit?” he asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Jaehyun’s smile widened, his dimples deepening. “I’d like that.”
Moving aside, Doyoung let Jaehyun enter his apartment, closing the door securely behind him. As he bent down to slip off his shoes, he noticed Jaehyun step closer, meeting him nose to nose when he stood back up.
“I don’t want to overstep any boundaries,” Jaehyun whispered, his eyes scanning back and forth between Doyoung's, their lips mere centimeters apart.
Ignoring whatever pickup line Jaehyun had planned, Doyoung decided to make the next move. He grasped the large t-shirt clinging to Jaehyun’s chest and pulled him in for a kiss. The contact was electric, the culmination of the night’s lingering glances and playful banter that had left Doyoung needing more.
Jaehyun, after a brief moment of surprise, responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Doyoung's waist, pulling him even closer.
The world outside ceased to exist, leaving just the two of them lost in each other. Doyoung could feel the warmth radiating from Jaehyun, his earlier hesitations melting away with each passing second.
He broke the kiss briefly to pant out, “Bedroom?”
Nodding, Doyoung stumbled into his place, tripping over a slipper left discarded by the front door before righting himself and continuing. Jaehyun, arms outstretched in case Doyoung fell, followed him towards the back of the apartment.
They reached Doyoung's bedroom, the door creaking open as they entered. The dim light from the street outside cast soft shadows across the room.
Doyoung’s heart raced. Jaehyun’s hand found his again, his fingers brushing the hair out of Doyoung’s face with gentle ease.
Jaehyun’s gaze was intense, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, giving Doyoung one last chance to back out.
Doyoung nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips. “Yeah.”
With that, Jaehyun closed the distance between them, their lips meeting once more in a passionate kiss. The impact caused Doyoung to stumble backwards, falling onto his bed and bringing Jaehyun with him.
Their movements were frantic, a rush of pent-up energy and desire. Jaehyun pulled back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head before returning to Doyoung. His mouth found its place at Doyoung’s neck, lips, and teeth leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Meanwhile, his fingers deftly began working their way down the buttons of Doyoung’s shirt, each one coming undone with practiced ease.
Doyoung’s breath hitched, the sensation of Jaehyun’s lips and hands sending shivers down his spine. He arched into Jaehyun’s touch, his own hands moving to explore the broad expanse of Jaehyun’s back, feeling the play of muscles beneath warm skin.
Jaehyun’s touch was both gentle and insistent, taking control of the situation. As the last button of Doyoung’s shirt came undone, Jaehyun paused to look into his eyes, a silent question lingering there. Doyoung’s response was immediate, his hands pulling Jaehyun closer.
Carefully flipping them over, Jaehyun situated himself on his back, looking up at Doyoung. Straddling Jaehyun’s hips, Doyoung’s hair was messy, and a red flush bloomed from his cheeks to his upper chest.
“Fuck,” Jaehyun sighed, admiring the sight above him.
Doyoung couldn’t help but blush even deeper at Jaehyun’s gaze, the intensity of it making his heart race. Feeling a little self-conscious over being ogled at, he decided to distract Jaehyun by grinding his hips down, causing the man beneath to buck forward.
Jaehyun’s hands roamed up Doyoung’s sides as the older continued to roll his hips slightly, eliciting a low groan from Jaehyun that reverberated between them. Smirking at the reaction he pulled from the man, Doyoung grew bolder, increasing his pace.
Heavy breathing cut with the occasional sounds from neighboring buildings echoed in the small room as they rutted against each other, Doyoung letting out small whines as the rough denim of his jeans cut into his thighs, straining against the position he was in.
Falling forward slightly to catch himself, Doyoung felt Jaehyun's hand run up his thigh, brushing against the obvious bulge aching to be released, before tugging at his pant button.
“Let’s get these off,” Jaehyun whispered, his voice low and husky.
It was not a smooth strip. It was rather awkward, the two of them pausing to stand up and slip out of their tight, sweaty jeans. Jaehyun’s foot got caught in one leg, causing him to hop around for a second before they were cast aside.
However, this didn’t stop them. The second they were both free of their offending articles of clothing, Doyoung was pulling Jaehyun back onto the bed, his long, pale legs falling open in invitation.
Jaehyun wasted no time, settling between Doyoung’s legs, their bodies fitting together perfectly. His hands roamed over Doyoung’s smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Doyoung's breath hitched, and his dick ached between their bodies. He squirmed to find friction, growing impatient.
Leaning back, Jaehyun took the hint, grasping and stroking himself with one hand before using the other to lift Doyoung’s leg.
Gasping as he felt the head of Jaehyun’s cock circle his rim, Doyoung arched into Jaehyun’s touch, trying to end the ceaseless teasing, his head falling back against the pillows. “Hurry,” he breathed, his voice trembling.
Jaehyun didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed in slowly, savoring the way Doyoung’s body welcomed him, both of them groaning at the sensation.
He paused for a moment, letting Doyoung adjust before he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had them both gasping for more.
Doyoung’s hands gripped the sheets, his body moving in sync with Jaehyun’s, their breaths mingling in the heated air. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through him.
“Jaehyun,” he moaned, his voice raw with need. “More.”
Jaehyun obliged, increasing the pace, his movements becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, the bed creaked under the pressure.
Doyoung’s vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed as he wrapped his legs around Jaehyun, pulling him in tight. He could feel Jaehyun’s breath on his skin, his hands gripping his hips, the way he filled him. It was everything he hadn’t known he wanted, and more.
Stuttering, Jaehyun’s hips grew erratic, their moans and gasps filling the room Doyoung knew he wasn’t going to last long, reaching between their bodies to grasp himself in a few frantic final tugs.
His climax hit him like a tidal wave, his body shuddering with the force of it, Jaehyun following close behind, faltering before finding a complete stop nestled inside Doyoung.
They collapsed together, spent and satisfied, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs, sweat, and sticky cum that ran down Doyoung’s side.
Doyoung didn’t care about that right now, however, as he was preoccupied with how he could feel Jaehyun’s heartbeat against his chest, their breaths slowly evening out as they came down from their high.
“Wow,” Jaehyun murmured, his voice soft and breathless. “That was…”
Before Doyoung could respond, a loud pounding reverberated through the apartment.
"Shit!" he jumped, sitting up abruptly and shoving a confused Jaehyun off his body.
Stumbling off the bed, Doyoung grabbed the nearest clothing he could find, struggling to get it on as the knocking continued.
"Doyoung!" a familiar voice called from the hallway.
Panic set in. Scrambling, Doyoung grabbed Jaehyun's hand, ushering him into the closet and hastily throwing the bedding in after him.
"What—" Jaehyun began, but Doyoung cut him off, shushing him before securely shutting the door in his face.
Fixing his hair, Doyoung ran across the apartment before flinging the door open.
“I knew you just went home! I spent ages in the club looking for you! Yuta was worried sick—” Taeyong's worried eyes scanned Doyoung over, checking if his friend was okay, when his gaze lingered on something on the floor, cutting his sentence off.
Doyoung followed his gaze and saw what had caught his attention.
Shoes. Specifically, shoes that were not Doyoung's. Too big to be Doyoung's.
Panicking, Doyoung kicked them aside, sheepishly smiling, before realizing what clothing he had thrown on. A t-shirt. Not his.
Fuck. He watched as Taeyong’s face went from worry, to confusion, to knowing. Knowing all too well.
Grinning from ear to ear, Taeyong silently slipped his hand into his pocket, retrieving the wallet that Doyoung had left with him before stepping back into the hallway.
“Have fun. Sorry for interrupting.” He mischievously waved, gesturing for Doyoung to go back to his apartment, to the not-so-secret guest who was probably sitting in his closet regretting ever coming.
Sighing, Doyoung knew that he wasn’t going to live this one down.
He closed the door and turned around, leaning against it for a moment. The apartment felt eerily quiet compared to the commotion raging in his head. Taking a deep breath, he walked back to the closet and opened it. Jaehyun was sitting there, looking amused.
"Sorry about that," Doyoung said, offering a sheepish smile. "That was my friend."
Jaehyun stood up, wrapping himself in the bedding. “Looks like you got your ID back,” he remarked, pointing down at the black leather wallet clasped in Doyoung’s hands.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” Doyoung chuckled, still processing the past half hour.
How did this night turn out so far from what he had expected?