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The first time they end up having sex, Heeseung is half convinced it's just an accident. They're in Jaeyun's room, Heeseung in his lap as Jaeyun's hands find his waist and press them closer together, breath a gentle caress where it flows over his upper lip.
"Jaeyun," Heeseung starts, voice a tentative whisper. "What are you doing?"
Jaeyun's eyes dart up to meet his, a spark of surprise in them before smoothing into something softer, something that makes Heeseung's stomach do a little flip. Oh, God. What's wrong with him all of a sudden? "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he says, his voice a warm rumble that seems to vibrate through Heeseung's body. "You kinda zoned out there."
"Oh, no, I'm fine." Heeseung's cheeks heat up as he shifts slightly, trying to ignore the way Jaeyun's touch lingers. He can feel his heart racing, his body reacting in ways it never has before. He's not used to this kind of intimacy, seeing as Jaeyun is the first person he's ever made out in his eighteen years of life. "Can we kiss again?"
Jaeyun's eyes widen for a moment, but then a gentle smile curves his lips. "If that's what you want," he murmurs, leaning in closer. This time, their kiss is slower, more deliberate. Heeseung can feel the warmth of Jaeyun's breath against his skin, the tender brush of his eyelashes. The world around them seems to melt away as their mouths move together.
And then he feels it, the gush of slick that coats his inner thighs as Jaeyun's skillful tongue runs over the back of his teeth. Heeseung's eyes widen, and he pulls back slightly, gasping for air. "Jaeyun, what-"
Jaeyun's eyes are dark with lust, and his cheeks are flushed a pretty vermillion. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he confesses, smiling sheepishly. "But I didn't know if you'd let me."
Heeseung is frozen in shock, his body still pulsing with the sudden influx of arousal. He looks down at his thighs, and even though he can't see the wetness through his sweatpants, he can feel the way it sticks to the fabric.
Did he really just get turned on from a little kissing? He squirms, eyes downcast as he tries to process this sudden revelation.
"Hey, what's up with you lately?" Jaeyun asks casually, noticing Heeseung's frequent distraction. "Is it something I did? We can stop if you want. Seriously, we can watch that movie like we planned."
Heeseung's heart thuds in his chest. Stop? "No, no," he says quickly, voice a little too high in his haste to keep Jaeyun from moving under him. "It's just... something personal."
Jaeyun nods, his expression turning into one of gentle understanding. "If you need to talk about it, I'm here." He runs a comforting hand through Heeseung's hair, and the simple gesture sends a bolt of electricity through his body.
Fuck, he thinks as his pussy produces another wave of slick down the inside of his thighs.
He's never felt anything remotely close to this before, not even when he'd stolen glances at the porn his older brother had left open on his laptop as a kid. He looks up at Jaeyun, who's watching him with a knowing smile. He's seen that look before, but it's never really been directed at him. He swallows hard, trying to figure out what the hell is turning him on so much.
He jolts when he feels teeth against his pulse point, not quite breaking the skin but definitely making him aware of how close they are. Heeseung's eyes flutter closed, his breathing hitching as Jaeyun's mouth works its way down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make him tremble. He's never been this turned on, his body feeling like it's on fire and all he can do is lean into the flames and let them engulf him whole, bone and all.
"Come on, hyung. Tell me what's wrong?" Jaeyun's voice is laced with concern, and Heeseung can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for keeping his sweet Jaeyun waiting for so long. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words get caught in his throat. Before he can say anything, Jaeyun's mouth is back on his, more insistent this time, and Heeseung's thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
"Let me talk!" Heeseung laughs, breathlessly, his voice muffled against Jaeyun's soft, insistent kisses. He's lost in feeling of Jaeyun's hands on him, his body responding in a way that's entirely new to him. Each brush of their lips sends a jolt of pleasure through his veins, and he can't help but press further into the smaller boy.
"Okay, okay," Jaeyun laughs as he finally pulls away, his plush lips dark and swollen. "What's up hyung?"
Heeseung's mind races, trying to find the right words as to not make this more awkward than it has to be. "It's just... I've been feeling... different." He fidgets in Jaeyun's lap, his pussy clenching and unclenching as he feels another gush of wetness pool between his thighs. He can't believe he's about to tell Jaeyun, of all people that;
"I think I'm... turned on right now? But I don't know why."
Jaeyun freezes, and then his smile turns into a full-on grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, that's definitely not a bad thing, hyungie," he says, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down Heeseung's spine. "Would you like me to help you with that?"
Well, that definitely took a turn he didn't expect it to.
Heeseung nods after a long, pregnant pause of silence, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He's never felt so exposed from just a single question before, but at the same time, he trusts Jaeyun more than anyone else. He watches as Jaeyun reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, his heart racing in anticipation. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he feels the fabric being pushed down, the cool air hitting the bare skin of his stomach.
"Oh, are you wearing panties, hyungie?" Jaeyun teases, his voice light but his eyes dark with lust as he tugs at the fabric of Heeseung's sweatpants further down. "What happened to your boxers?"
"Yeah, I-I guess so." Heeseung nods, his voice barely a whisper. "They're, uh, more comfortable than my boxers? They rub in all the wrong places."
Jaeyun's eyes widen slightly, and then he breaks into a little giggle. "Well, if that's what makes you feel good, then that's all that matters." He reaches down and runs his thumb over the fabric of Heeseung's panties, tracing the line where they meet his skin. Heeseung's breath catches in his throat as the fabric moves aside, revealing his sensitive pussy to the open air.
"Hm, let's see what we've got here," Jaeyun murmurs, his eyes glued to the damp fabric that clings to Heeseung's sex. He carefully slides his thumb under the elastic, and Heeseung can't help but whine at the sudden ghost of the appendage over his clit. "You're already so wet. All this from a little kissing?"
Heeseung nods, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to regain some semblance of composure. He shouldn't be acting like a kid just because he's getting touched by someone other than himself for a change. His arm really does need some rest. He can only get himself off for so long before his wrists began to ache.
"Use your words, hyung." Jaeyun's voice is low and teasing, his thumb making slow, torturous circles around Heeseung's clit. "Tell me how it feels."
Heeseung's breath hitches, and he opens his eyes to meet Jaeyun's gaze. "It feels... really good," he admits, his voice shaky. He's never talked about this kind of thing out loud before. He's never even let anyone touch him like this. But with each pass of Jaeyun's thumb, the tension inside him builds, and he can't help but lean into the sensation.
"Do you think it would feel better if I... did it with my mouth?" Jaeyun asks, his voice teasing. Heeseung's eyes go wide at the suggestion, and his pussy clenches in anticipation of getting Jaeyun's perfect mouth on him. He nods frantically, unable to form coherent words. "Words, darling. I need consent here."
"Yes, please," Heeseung manages to whisper, his face a deep shade of red. "Please use your mouth and make me feel good, Jaeyun."
Jaeyun's grin widens, and Heeseung feels a little nervous as the younger boy's eyes darken with hunger. "Good boy," Jaeyun praises, his voice a gentle rumble that does nothing to ease Heeseung's... problem. "Why don't you lay on your back for me? It''ll make things a little easier for the both of us."
Heeseung nods, his body moving almost of its own accord as he shifts to lay down on the bed. He watches as Jaeyun watches him, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's as he carefully pulls his sweatpants and panties down, exposing his needy, glistening pussy. The sight of it makes Jaeyun's breath catch, and Heeseung can't help but feel a surge of pride flush through him. He's never been with anyone sexually, or romantically before, but he's pretty sure he's doing a good job of being turned on and turning Jaeyun on.
"How pretty," Jaeyun murmurs, his gaze locked on Heeseung's exposed sex. He runs his hand up Heeseung's leg, the touch gentle but firm, goosebumps erupting all over his skin. Heeseung can't help but arch into it, his hips moving of their own accord. "You're very pretty down here, Heeseungie."
The pet name makes him squirm, and he bites his lip as he feels the wetness coating his thighs. He's never been talked to like this before, and it's making his head spin. "Jaeyun," he gasps as the younger boy's hand reaches his pussy, the heat of his palm making him shiver.
Jaeyun's eyes never leave Heeseung's as he leans in closer, his breath hot against his skin. "Do you want me to get you off with my mouth, hyung?"
Heeseung nods, his voice a desperate whine. "Yes, please."
Jaeyun's smile is soft and affectionate as he lowers himself onto his stomach, his hands planted on either side of Heeseung's hips. He leans in, his nose brushing against the wet skin of his thighs. Heeseung's body tenses, his heart racing as he feels the first tentative lick against his clit. It's soft, almost gentle, and it sends a shock of pleasure through his body that makes him jolt.
"Jaeyun, please do something," Heeseung moans, his hips bucking involuntarily as the smaller boy's tongue delves into his pussy. It's a sensation like nothing he's ever felt before, and gripping the sheets to death is all he can do to keep his hands from grabbing onto Jaeyun's hair and pulling him closer. He wants to live in Jaeyun's skin and never let him go.
Jaeyun chuckles against his skin, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire as he looks up at Heeseung. "Like this?" He runs his tongue along the length of Heeseung's slit, savoring the sweet taste of his arousal.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Heeseung moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as Jaeyun's tongue laps at his clit. The sensation is overwhelming, so intense it almost hurts, but he can't get enough. He feels his body tightening, his toes curling into the bed as Jaeyun's mouth works its magic. Each stroke of his tongue is like a bolt of lightning, sending electric currents through his body that make him tremble.
Jaeyun seems to sense his urgency, his movements becoming more insistent as he licks and sucks at Heeseung's clit. Heeseung's hands find their way to the back of Jaeyun's head, his fingers threading through the soft strands of hair as he pulls him closer, urging him to never stop. He's never felt so desperate, so needy. It's like every nerve in his body is centered on that one spot, and all he can think about is the way Jaeyun's mouth feels on him.
"Please, please, don't stop," Heeseung begged, his voice raw with need. His eyes squeezed shut, he could feel himself getting closer, his pussy clenching around the air as if trying to hold onto something. At last, Jaeyun's warm tongue forced its way inside him, and Heeseung's body arched off the bed with a cry.
Jaeyun's hands held Heeseung's hips firmly in place, his mouth working in earnest as he tasted every inch of him. Heeseung's thighs quivered against the bed, his body a taut bowstring ready to snap. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He'd never been this close before, never let anyone else take him this far. Hell, after Jaeyun, he's half sure no one will ever compare to Jaeyun.
He tenses, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he feels the edge approaching. "Jaeyun, I'm gonna-"
Jaeyun hums in response, the vibration sending Heeseung over the edge. His body convulses, his back arching as pleasure washes over him in a tidal wave. He cries out, his voice hoarse with need as he comes, his pussy pulsing around Jaeyun's warm tongue. He's never cummed so hard in his life.
Jaeyun doesn't let up even after he settles back down, continuing to lick and suck as Heeseung's orgasm rolls through him. He's thorough, making sure not to miss a single drop of the sweet nectar that coats his tongue. He loves the way Heeseung tastes, loves the way he responds to his touch. He can feel the larger boy's body relaxing, the tension draining away as the last spasms of pleasure fade.
He pulls back, his mouth wet and glistening as slick drips down his chin. "How was that, hyung?" he asks, his voice full of smug satisfaction.
Heeseung's chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Not 'nough. Need more."
"Really?" A wicked glint enters Jaeyun's eyes, and Heeseung can't help the shiver that wracks his entire body at the look in his eyes. He nods, his chest still heaving from the intensity of his first orgasm. He's not even fully down from the high, and already he wants more. What has Jaeyun done to him? "This pretty pussy of yours can take more? Maybe I'll have to prove that for myself."
Without waiting for an answer, Jaeyun lowers his mouth back to Heeseung's sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub of his clit. Heeseung's hips jerk in response, and he can't help but let out a keening moan. It feels so good, hurts a little bit from the sensitivity, but Heeseung would never willingly ask Jaeyun to stop. He's so lost in the thought of having Jaeyun's mouth on him constantly, his mind a blur of pleasure as Jaeyun's mouth works him over for a second time that he doesn't even register the finger prodding at his entrance.
The sudden pressure makes him gasp, his eyes flying open to meet Jaeyun's, which are filled with a fiery determination. "Just relax," Jaeyun murmurs, his voice a gentle command. "I've got you." He slides his finger in slowly, and Heeseung feels himself stretching around the intrusion. It burns a little, but it's a good kind of burn, a burn that makes him want more.
Heeseung's fingered himself open before, but it doesn't even compare to the feeling of Jaeyun's finger pushing into him. He's never felt so full. His toys could never compare to the feelings Jaeyun gives him. He'll have to throw them out after today (he won't actually throw them out after he spent so much money on them).
"Jaeyun," he gasps, his voice shaky.
"It's okay, baby," Jaeyun whispers, his voice a gentle caress against Heeseung's feverish skin. "You're doing so well." He adds a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch Heeseung's tight opening. Heeseung's eyes widen, but he bites back a moan as the burn morphs into a deep, guttural ache. It's a feeling he's never quite felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that makes his head go fuzzy and his eyes blurry.
He's never allowed himself to be so vulnerable before since he's so sensitive after just one orgasm, but with each stroke of Jaeyun's fingers, he feels himself opening up, both physically and emotionally. He can feel his body starting to adjust, his pussy clenching around the digits in a desperate bid for more. He's never been so hungry for anything in his life, and it's all he can do to keep from begging.
"You're doing so good," Jaeyun croons, his voice filled with a sweet warmth that makes Heeseung's chest tighten. "You're so tight, so perfect. I can't wait to be inside you."
Heeseung's eyes flutter closed as Jaeyun adds a third finger, scissoring them even wider, the burn of stretching giving way to a deep, insatiable ache. "I-I want you," he whispers, his voice a shuddering plea. "Please let me have you."
Jaeyun's smile is all teeth, predatory and filled with need. "You're going to have me," he promises, his fingers curling just perfectly into Heeseung's prostate. He leans down to kiss Heeseung, his tongue sliding into his mouth as his fingers continue to work their magic. Heeseung can taste himself on Jaeyun's lips, and the sweet taste makes him whimper.
He feels so open, so exposed, as Jaeyun's fingers slide in and out of him, stretching him wider and wider. His pussy is begging for more, and he can't help but whine into the kiss as the younger boy teases him mercilessly. He's never felt so desperate to be filled, so desperate to be claimed.
A virgin. That's what he is, Heeseung realizes with a start, his eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. He's never done this before, never been with anyone, and now here he is, begging his best friend to fuck him. But the thought doesn't scare him, not really. Instead, it sends a thrill of excitement through him, his pussy clenching around the fingers that are still moving inside him.
"Oh, are you excited?" Jaeyun asks, his voice thick with lust as he feels Heeseung's pussy tighten around his fingers. He's enjoying every second of this, watching the older boy squirm and beg for more. He leans down to whisper in his ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're going to feel so good when I'm inside you."
It's clear that Jaeyun isn't a virgin. It's not like Heeseung expected him to be. Unlike him, Jaeyun is comfortable in his own skin, and he flaunts it. The confidence is sexy, and it's part of the reason Heeseung finds himself in this position. He nods, his breath hitching as Jaeyun's fingers pump in and out of him, the slow, torturous movements setting him on edge. "Jaeyun, please, I'm ready," Heeseung gasps out, his voice a plea.
Jaeyun pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, and Heeseung can't help but whine at the sudden emptiness. "Good boy," he praises, voice thick as his English slips through to replace the Korean. He reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Heeseung's eyes widen slightly as he watches him, but he doesn't protest. He's too far gone to care about anything but the feeling of fullness he knows is coming. Jaeyun undresses himself at the speed of light, and in just seconds, he's back between Heeseung's spread legs.
Jaeyun rips the condom open with his teeth, rolling it onto his hard cock with practiced ease. He's not scarily huge, but he's not too small either. Heeseung can't help but feel a twinge of nervousness as he watches him prepare. "Ready?" Jaeyun asks, his voice a gentle murmur.
Heeseung nods, his heart racing as he feels the head of Jaeyun's cock nudge against his slick entrance. He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the pain he knows is coming. But when Jaeyun pushes in, it's not painful. It's tight, definitely, but the ache from before has morphed into something more, something that makes his toes curl and his body arch up to meet him.
"God, yes," Heeseung whispers, his eyes screwed shut as the pressure builds. He can feel himself stretching around Jaeyun's cock, and he wants to cry at how painful the stretch his. He vaguely hears Jaeyun asking if he wants to stop again, but he shakes his head. He doesn't want it to stop. He wants to feel everything, all of it. He wishes Jaeyun hadn't worn the condom, that he could feel every inch of him, skin to skin.
Jaeyun's eyes are locked on Heeseung's face, watching the play of emotions as he pushes deeper. He's careful, not wanting to hurt his hyung, but he can't hide the eagerness in his movements. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "So fucking tight. I'm so happy, hyung. Thank you for trusting me."
Heeseung nods, his eyes still squeezed shut as he tries to adjust to the sensation. It's weird, having something inside him that's not silicone dildo's or his own fingers for once, but it's not unwelcome. In fact, it feels... right. "I-I trust you, Jaeyun," he says, his voice trembling.
Jaeyun smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "Good," he says, his voice soothing. "Now, just relax for me." He starts to push in deeper, inch by inch, and Heeseung can't help but let out a low moan. It's tight, but it's also... perfect. Like they're two puzzle pieces fitting together in a way that's so natural it's like they were made for each other.
Jaeyun's hands flop beside his head as he buries himself to the hilt inside of Heeseung's tight warmth, the head of his cock nudging Heeseung's cervix and making him gasp. He stills, giving Heeseung a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. Heeseung's chest is heaving, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure.
"You okay, hyung?" Jaeyun asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. Heeseung nods, his body trembling with the effort of taking all of Jaeyun inside of him.
"It's... it's okay," he manages to get out, his voice shaky. "Just, please move."
Jaeyun nods, teeth biting into his plush bottom lip. He starts to pull out, slow and torturous, only to slam back in, making Heeseung's body jolt. He does it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that has Heeseung's back arching off the bed. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through him, the friction of the condom adding to the sensation.
Heeseung's eyes are glued to the ceiling, his mouth open in a silent scream as he tries to process the feeling of being filled so completely. It's nothing like he's ever felt before, and he can't help but love it. His hips move in time with Jaeyun's, eagerly meeting each thrust, his pussy clenching around the younger boy's cock.
"You're doing so well," Jaeyun pants, his voice strained with effort. "So, so good." His movements are steady and sure, his cock sliding in and out of Heeseung's pussy like it's the most natural thing in the world. Heeseung's never felt so alive, so alive with need and want.
"Faster, Jaeyun. Hyung wants it faster," Heeseung pleads, his voice a hoarse whisper that seems to echo in the quiet room.
He's so fucking grateful that Jaeyun's parents are working or he would never be able to face them again.
Jaeyun takes his request with no problem, his hips picking up speed, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. The feeling of Heeseung's tight pussy gripping him is heavenly, and he's lost in the rhythm, his own pleasure building with each stroke. "You like that, hyung?" he asks, his voice a little more rough than usual. "You like it when your dongsaeng fucks you?"
"Yes," Heeseung wails, his hands grasping at the bedsheets. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, and Heeseung feels tears start to well up in his eyes. He can feel his orgasm building again, a storm brewing in his core. "More, please more. Jaeyun, p-please!"
Jaeyun's eyes are glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into Heeseung's pussy, the way it stretches around him. He's never felt anything so tight, so warm, so welcoming. He quickens his pace, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside Heeseung that makes him whine and squirm. "I've got you," he murmurs, his voice a gentle promise. "Just let go."
Heeseung's eyes fly open, his gaze locking onto Jaeyun's. The intensity in those dark eyes sends a jolt of pure desire through him. He nods, his body moving in time with the younger boy's hips. "I think- I think I'm gonna.."
"Come for me, hyung," Jaeyun whispers, his voice a seductive purr. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you tighten around me."
The words are like a trigger, and Heeseung's body responds immediately. He feels the orgasm build, a crescendo of pleasure that starts in his toes and works its way up through his body. His pussy clenches around Jaeyun's cock, and he cries out, his voice raw with need.
Jaeyun's eyes never leave Heeseung's face, watching the play of emotions as he comes apart. The sight is beautiful, so much so that it's almost painful. He can feel his own climax approaching, his balls tightening with each desperate whine that leaves Heeseung's lips. He speeds up, his hips snapping against Heeseung's ass as he chases his own release.
"You must l-like having your sweet, little pussy filled, hm?" Jaeyun teases his eyes dark with lust as he watches Heeseung's face contort with pleasure. He leans down, capturing Heeseung's mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans as he thrusts harder. Heeseung's legs wrap around Jaeyun's waist, his heels digging into the soft flesh as he tries to get even closer.
"Shut up." He grumbles, his cheeks reddening. "Just move."
Jaeyun chuckles, but obliges, his hips moving with a fervor that's both thrilling and a little scary. Heeseung's pussy is clenching around him, and the feeling is so intense he can't hold back much longer. "You're going to make me cum, hyung," he warns, his voice strained.
"Do it. Cum inside me," Heeseung gasps, his nails digging into the bed. The thought of Jaeyun's warmth filling him up is too much and not enough at the same time, and he's so close, so close to getting that sweet release he's been chasing.
Jaeyun groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels himself getting closer. "Fuck, Heeseung, you're so perfect," he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. But he can't resist the temptation, and with one final, hard thrust, he lets go, filling the condom with his cum.
Heeseung feels the warmth spread through him, the sensation making him clench around Jaeyun even tighter.
"Fuck, that was a lot," Jaeyun says with a little giggle. He pulls out gently, and Heeseung feels a weird sense of loss. He watches as Jaeyun ties off the condom and throws it into the trashcan next to his bed.
Heeseung instantly cuddles up to his side, head resting on Jaeyun's chest. He's never felt so... empty, yet so full at the same time. It's like there's a warm, content emptiness that's taken up residence inside him, and he's not sure he wants it to leave.
"You good?" Jaeyun asks, his voice a gentle rumble against Heeseung's ear. He runs his hand down Heeseung's spine, soothing the tremors that still wrack his body.
"Sleepy." Heeseung mumbles, his eyes drifting shut. He's never felt so sated before. It's like he's floating on a nice, fluffy cloud of warmth.
"Ok then, silly. You can nap here if you want." Jaeyun's voice is soft, his arms wrapping around Heeseung's body in a gentle embrace. He runs his fingers through Heeseung's hair, the motion soothing and intimate. Heeseung nods, his eyes already closing as he snuggles closer to the warmth of Jaeyun's chest. He can feel the steady beat of his heart, and it's a comforting rhythm that lulls him into a doze.
Heeseung is sure he's almost asleep when the shrill sound of a phone ringing pierces the quiet of the room. He jolts, his eyes flying open as the sound registers. It's Jaeyun's phone, the screen lighting up with a number that wasn't familiar to Heeseung.
"Can you get that?" Heeseung mumbles sleepily, his voice muffled against Jaeyun's chest.
Jaeyun doesn't say anything as he grabs his phone and slides his thumb over the answer icon. "Hey, what's up man?"
The voice on the other end is muffled, but Heeseung has a pretty good idea of what the other person says. Where the hell are you? I thought we agreed on three o'clock? "Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry dude! I totally forgot."
Jaeyun's eyes widen, and he sits up, pulling Heeseung with him. "What's wrong?"
Jaeyun waves a hand in his direction as if to say "Nothing."
"Yeah, I'll be there in about twenty minutes." Jaeyun says into the phone, sounding apologetic as he says it. He hangs up and turns to Heeseung, looking solemn. "Hyung, I'm so sorry, but I gotta go."
Heeseung blinks sleepily, his brain taking a moment to process what's happening. "What? Now?"
Jaeyun nods, his expression a mix of regret and resignation. "Yeah, my bad. Something came up with the team. I forgot to tell you." He's already moving, sliding out of bed and starting to get dressed.
"But... what about me?" Heeseung asks quietly, his voice a little shaky.
Jaeyun stops in his tracks, his eyes flicking down to the mess between Heeseung's legs before meeting his gaze. "You're okay with being here alone for a couple hours, right?" He says gently, his tone suggesting that he doesn't want to leave. But the urgency in his voice tells a different story. "I'll be back soon, I promise. I'm so sorry, Heeseung hyung."
Heeseung nods, feeling a little lost as he watches Jaeyun pull on his clothes. The warmth inside him is quickly being replaced by a cold dread that gnaws at his stomach. "It's fine," he says, his eyes downcast. "It's fine. Just... go."
Jaeyun's movements are swift, his expression a mix of apology and guilt as he dresses. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Heeseung's forehead. He lingers for a moment, his eyes searching Heeseung's, as if trying to memorize every detail of his face.
Heeseung nods, trying to ignore the emptiness he feels as Jaeyun withdraws. "It's whatever, Jake. Just go."
Jaeyun frowns, his expression earnest. "No, really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just that Jay called a team meeting and I was supposed to go but I kinda forgot. You understand right?"
Heeseung nods, his eyes still glued to the bed. He doesn't want Jaeyun to see him crying. "It's okay, really. It's not like you can just ignore it."
Jaeyun sighs, his eyes filled with regret. "I know, I just..." He trails off, not knowing what to say. He grabs his shoes and slides them on. "Look, I'll be back as soon as I can. And we can talk about this then, okay?"
Heeseung nods again, his throat tight. "Sure."
When Jaeyun returns, he isn't too surprised to see that Heeseung is gone. The bed is a mess of wrinkled sheets and discarded clothing, but there's no sign of the older boy. He feels a pang of guilt for leaving so abruptly, but he knows Heeseung will understand. Or at least, he hopes he will.
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The second time Heeseung allows it, he's pretty sure he's close to having an heart attack. They're at Jay's apartment this time, cuddled up on the couch and watching... horror movies.
Heeseung's back is pressed against Jaeyun's chest, his legs curled up under him, and he's clutching the younger boy's arm so tightly that his knuckles are white. On the TV, a scream pierces the tense silence, and Heeseung yelps, burying his face into the crook of Jaeyun's neck. He can feel the warmth of his breath against his skin, and the steady beat of his heart thumping against his ribcage.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jaeyun chuckles, his voice a soothing rumble against Heeseung's ear. He gently strokes the older boy's back, trying to ease his tension. "No need to be so scared, hyung."
Heeseung peeks up at him, eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment. "It's just... it's so realistic!" He stammers, trying to justify his reaction.
Jaeyun giggles quietly, hands sliding over Heeseung's sides. "You're so cute when you're scared." He whispers playfully, leaning in to kiss the top of Heeseung's head. The tender gesture sends a warm jolt through Heeseung's body, his heart racing for entirely different reasons now.
He looks up into Jaeyun's eyes, and for a moment, the horror on the screen fades away. He's lost in the deep brown pools that seem to hold a world of secrets and mischief. Heeseung's grip on his arm relaxes slightly, and the atmosphere in the room shifts. The air feels heavier, charged with something electric.
"Hey, do you want any help?" Jaeyun asks, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. He sees the genuine fear in Heeseung's eyes and feels a pang of guilt for teasing him earlier.
Heeseung nods, still shivering slightly from the scare. "Could you... maybe hold me?" He whispers, his voice quivering.
Jaeyun's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course." He says, wrapping his arms around Heeseung's shoulders and pulling him closer. Heeseung sighs in relief, nestling into the warm embrace as the horror movie plays on.
It isn't much longer when Heeseung feels hands on his thighs, gently stroking them. He stiffens for a moment, unsure if he's imagining it. But the touch is real, warm, and comforting. He looks down and sees that it's Jaeyun's hands, his fingers tracing slow circles on his skin.
"What are you doing?" Heeseung asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He's not sure if he wants to pull away or lean into the touch.
"Nothing, hyung." Jaeyun says innocently, his eyes not leaving the TV. "Just trying to keep you calm." He continues his gentle ministrations, his hands moving slightly higher up Heeseung's thighs.
Heeseung's heart races, and he's not sure if it's from the movie anymore. The touch is definitely not helping his nerves. He swallows hard, his eyes darting from the TV to Jaeyun's hands and back again. "Jaeyun... I don't know if this is helping." He says, his voice a little shakier than he'd like it to be.
Jaeyun's hands pause, and he looks down at Heeseung with a confused expression. "Does it bother you?" He asks, genuinely concerned.
If the slick that gushes from his throbbing cunt is anything to go by, then yes, it is bothering him. But does Jaeyun need to know that? "No," Heeseung lies, trying to keep his voice steady. "It doesn't bother me at all."
Jaeyun's eyes narrow slightly, and Heeseung can feel the weight of his gaze on him. He wonders if he's been found out, if his voice gave away the thrill coursing through his body from those simple touches. But the younger boy just nods, his hands resuming their movement, sliding up and down Heeseung's thighs in a soothing rhythm.
Heeseung's breath hitches as the fabric of his shorts shifts, brushing against his sensitive flesh. He tries to focus on the movie, but it's hard to ignore the growing ache between his legs. He's not wearing underwear today, and the friction is almost too much to handle. He clutches at the couch cushion, his nails digging in as he bites his lower lip to keep from making a sound.
"Sunoo-yah, could you hand me a blanket? Me and hyung are little cold" He hears Jaeyun's voice, and Heeseung nods his head, feeling his cheeks heat up. He's not sure if he can even form words at this point. His body is trembling, but not just from the horror movie anymore.
Heeseung sighs when he blanket is draped over them, the soft material providing a barrier between his burning thighs and the couch. It's a small relief, but not enough. He can feel his cunt getting wetter by the second, and he's acutely aware of every little movement his body makes against the fabric. The way it clings to him feels like a caress, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering.
Jaeyun doesn't stop there, though. His hands continue to roam under the blanket, sliding higher and higher until they're dangerously close to the apex of Heeseung's thighs. Heeseung's breath hitches, his heart thundering in his chest like a wild animal trapped in a cage. He can't believe this is happening. How could he let himself get so... turned on by something so innocent?
The film reaches a climax, and Heeseung jumps at the sudden burst of sound, his body reacting instinctively to the horror on screen. But it's nothing compared to the horror of realizing that Jaeyun's hand has slipped between his legs, cupping him firmly. He looks up at the younger boy in shock, his eyes wide and pleading. But instead of finding malice, he sees only curiosity and desire in those deep brown eyes.
"You're wet?" Jaeyun murmurs softly, his eyes searching Heeseung's for any sign of rejection. Heeseung's cheeks burn as he nods, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He feels like he's going to shatter into a million pieces if Jaeyun doesn't touch him more.
"It's your fault," Heeseung whispers, his voice barely audible over the crescendo of the horror movie's score. "You keep... touching me."
Jaeyun's eyes widen in surprise, and for a brief moment, he looks genuinely taken aback. Then, a sly smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Is it a bad thing?" He asks, his thumb brushing over Heeseung's swollen clit through the fabric of his shorts. Heeseung's body jolts at the contact, and he has to bite down on his hand to keep from crying out.
"No," Heeseung admits, his voice strained. "But... we probably shouldn't."
Jaeyun's smile turns into a full grin. "Why not?" He asks, his voice teasing. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Heeseung nods, his eyes fluttering shut as Jaeyun's hand starts to move again, pressing more firmly against his clit. "Yeah... but we're... we're with our friends." He whispers, trying to cling to the last shred of his resolve.
"They won't know if you stay quiet." Jaeyun whispers into Heeseung's ear, his breath hot and tickling the sensitive skin on his neck. His hand moves more insistently now, the fabric of the shorts rubbing against Heeseung's clit with each stroke. Heeseung's hips start to rock into the touch, his body betraying his thoughts. "See? Even you want it, hyung."
The realization that his body is responding so readily to Jaeyun's touch sends a bolt of both terror and excitement through him. He opens his eyes to find the younger boy's gaze on him, a mischievous spark dancing in his eyes. "Jaeyun. This is serious."
Jaeyun's smile softens, and he nods, his hand stilling. "I know." He whispers. "But we don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Heeseung takes a deep breath, his chest heaving against Jaeyun's firm grip. He looks up into those warm eyes, and for a moment, he considers pushing the issue, telling him to stop. But the truth is, he doesn't want him to stop. And so, with a tremble in his voice, he whispers, "Don't be too rough."
Jaeyun nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. He moves his hand from Heeseung's crotch and starts to untie the older boy's shorts, his movements slow and deliberate. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and Heeseung has to clench his fists to keep from grabbing at him, from begging for more.
"No panties this time?" Jaeyun says with a smirk, pulling the shorts down Heeseung's legs. Heeseung's face is aflame, but he nods, unable to find the words to respond. "Naughty hyung," Jaeyun whispers teasingly, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Just do something." Heeseung mutters, his grip tightening around Jaeyun's wrist. His breaths are short and ragged, his chest heaving against the younger boy's torso.
Heeseung jolts when a finger slides through his wetness, tracing his slit with a feather-light touch. He bites down harder on his hand to keep from making a sound, his eyes squeezed shut. He can't believe he's letting this happen, but the feeling is just too good to stop. The fear of getting caught is a thrilling undercurrent to the pleasure that's building inside him.
"So wet. And you're so sensitive." Jaeyun's voice was a whisper in his ear, sending shivers down Heeseung's spine as his finger dipped into him. It was a gentle, exploratory gesture that made Heeseung's eyes roll back in his head. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, especially with their friends just a few feet away, oblivious to their clandestine activities.
The finger inside him grew bolder, curling up to find his sweet spot. Heeseung's hips bucked up to meet the intrusion, silently begging for more. His breaths grew shallower, his heart racing so fast he was sure it could be heard above the TV. "Jaeyun," he gasped, his voice strained.
"Shh, hyung," Jaeyun murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Heeseung's frazzled nerves. He kissed the side of his neck, the gesture tender and reassuring despite the illicitness of their situation. His thumb continued to circle Heeseung's clit, building a crescendo of pleasure that had him squirming in his seat. "You wouldn't want to give us away, would you?"
Heeseung nodded frantically, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to control his breathing. The last thing he wanted was for their friends to catch them in such a compromising position. But the way Jaeyun's finger worked inside him, the way it curled and stroked, was making it near impossible to keep quiet. He could feel an orgasm building, like a storm threatening to break through the dam of his self-control.
Jaeyun's other hand slid up to cover Heeseung's mouth, muffling the whimpers that threatened to spill out. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The praise sent a thrill through Heeseung's body, a flood of slickness following the path of his finger. "I'll reward you hyung, just wait."
Jaeyun grows bolder the longer the movie continues, and he has Heeseung writhing against his touch in no time. His thumb presses harder on the older boy's clit, and his finger inside him moves faster, hitting that spot that makes Heeseung's toes curl. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with desire and the sweet scent of arousal.
He's never been happier that Jay liking his movies deafening. The loud bass of the horror movie's score covers the muffled whimpers that Heeseung can't keep in any longer and the dirty squelching of Jaeyun's fingers slamming in and out of his sopping hole..He's lost in the sensation, his body moving against the couch and into Jaeyun's hand without his consent. He's so close, so fucking close, and the thought of coming like this, here, with their friends just a few feet away, makes his stomach flip with excitement.
But he can't. He won't. Not yet. He needs to hold on, just a little longer. But it's getting harder and harder, especially when Jaeyun adds a second finger, stretching him open with a twist that has him biting down on the edge of the blanket to keep from screaming.
"So pretty." Jaeyun's words break through the haze of pleasure, and Heeseung's eyes fly open to meet his gaze. The younger boy's eyes are dark with lust, his thumb pressing down hard on Heeseung's clit as his fingers pump in and out of him. He can feel his orgasm building, the walls of his cunt tightening around the intrusion, begging for release.
"Please, Jaeyunie. Hyung wants to cum." Heeseung's voice is a desperate whine, his body trembling against the younger boy's touch.
Jaeyun smirks, his fingers picking up the pace. "Tell me how much you like it first, hyung." He says, his voice low and coaxing.
Heeseung's eyes squeeze shut, and he bites down on the blanket again. "I like it," he moans, his voice muffled. "I like it so much."
Jaeyun's strokes become more insistent, his thumb grinding into Heeseung's clit as he adds a third finger, stretching him wide. Heeseung's legs shake, his body straining for the release that's just out of reach. "Is that all?" Jaeyun whispers, his voice taunting. "You can do better than that."
Heeseung gasps, his eyes flying open to meet the younger boy's gaze. The challenge in those brown eyes snaps something inside him, and he nods frantically. "More," he whimpers, his voice a needy plea. "I want more."
Jaeyun's smirk widens, and he leans in to kiss Heeseung's ear. "That's what I like to hear." His fingers curl inside him, hitting that spot that makes him see stars. Heeseung's body arches off the couch, a strangled cry escaping from behind the blanket. The younger boy's free hand squeezes his thigh, holding him down, keeping him still. "But remember, hyung," he whispers, his breath hot against Heeseung's ear. "You have to stay quiet."
The challenge in Jaeyun's voice sends a shiver down Heeseung's spine. He nods, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to hold back the moans that threaten to spill out. The hand covering his mouth tightens slightly, and Heeseung feels bad for drooling all over Jaeyun's palm. He nods again, his hips moving in time with Jaeyun's hand, desperately seeking that sweet release.
Jaeyun's fingers work him like a maestro, his strokes expertly building the tension within Heeseung's body. The older boy's breaths are ragged, his chest heaving against the younger boy's firm chest. He can feel the warmth of Jaeyun's arousal pressing against his back, and it only serves to make him want more. He wiggles his ass, silently begging for a deeper, more filling touch.
Heeseung's body is a live wire of sensation, every touch from Jaeyun's hand sending sparks of pleasure through him. He can feel the tension coiling in his stomach, his toes curling against the floor as he fights to keep his voice down. The hand over his mouth is now more for his own comfort than for keeping their secret, muffling the sounds that he can't hold back anymore.
He jumps when he feels Jaeyun's clothed cock grinding against his ass, the fabric rough and tantalizing against his skin. "In, in, want it inside."
"Naughty, naughty," Jaeyun whispers, his voice a seductive purr that sends shivers down Heeseung's spine. The younger boy's fingers continue to work their magic, the pressure on Heeseung's clit unbearable as the tension inside him reaches a boiling point.
"Please, please," Heeseung whimpers into the hand covering his mouth, his hips bucking against the couch cushions. His eyes are wide with need, and he wants to kill Jaeyun for teasing him.
Jaeyun's smirk turns into a full-blown grin. "You're so eager," he whispers, his breath hot against Heeseung's ear. "But we're not there yet, hyung." He withdraws his fingers, and Heeseung whines at the loss.
He feels the younger boy shift behind him, and then something hard and warm presses against his entrance. Heeseung 's eyes fly open in shock, and he looks over his shoulder to see Jaeyun unbuckling his belt, his pants open and his cock standing at attention. "Jaeyun," he whispers, his voice trembling.
"You wanted it, hyung." Jaeyun's voice is a low growl, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he lines himself up. Heeseung can feel the tip of his cock, slick with pre-cum, nudging at his entrance. He nods, giving his consent despite the fear that clenches his stomach. With a quick look around to make sure no one is looking back at them, Jaeyun pushes in with a dirty, wet squelch.
Heeseung's eyes roll back in his head, his body tightening around the younger boy's cock. It's so much more than he was expecting, so much more than he's ever felt before. It hasn't been long since the first time he let Jaeyun fuck him, yet none of his toys could ever compare to the real thing.
Jaeyun's thrusts are slow and deliberate, letting Heeseung's body adjust to the intrusion. He's careful not to go too deep, not wanting to push him too far too fast. But Heeseung's needy whimpers and the way he's pushing back against him is making it hard to hold back. He bites his lip, trying to focus on the horror movie playing out in front of them, but all he can think about is the tight heat that's enveloping his cock.
Heeseung's eyes squeeze shut, and he tries to keep his moans quiet. But every time Jaeyun hits that spot inside him, it's like a lightning bolt to his core, making it impossible to hold back. The hand over his mouth is wet with his saliva, but it's not enough to muffle the noises he's making.
"Heeseung hyung?" One of their friends calls out, and Heeseung's eyes fly open, his body stiffening with fear. The hand over his mouth moves slightly, and he nods, trying to convey that he's okay without making any sound.
"Y-yeah? What's up?" Heeseung's voice is strained, his eyes still on the TV. He can feel the heat of Jaeyun's cock deep inside him, the younger boy's hips rocking gently against his ass.
"Are you okay? You look pale." Riki's concerned voice filters through the haze of pleasure and fear.
Heeseung nods frantically, his eyes never leaving the screen. "It's just the movie," he lies, his voice slightly muffled by the hand still covering his mouth. The hand squeezes slightly, and Heeseung whimpers quietly.
"You sure?" Riki sounds skeptical, and Heeseung nods again, his eyes pleading for understanding. He's aware of the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the tremor in his voice, and the way his body keeps moving against the couch.
"It's just... really intense," Heeseung manages to croak out, hoping that his flushed cheeks and shaky breaths can be chalked up to the horror on the screen.
Riki nods, looking slightly concerned but deciding not to push it. "Alright, just take it easy."
Jaeyun's hand slides away from Heeseung's mouth, and he takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself. The younger boy starts to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that has Heeseung's body begging for more. He bites his lower lip, his eyes glued to the TV as he tries to keep his expression neutral.
But it's difficult when every inch of him is screaming for release. The way Jaeyun's cock fills him up, stretches him out, is pure torture. He's just an edge away from coming, but he can't let go, not yet. Not yet. He can feel the sweat trickling down his spine, his heart racing like it's trying to escape his chest.
"If you don't stop clenching so much I'm gonna cum." Jaeyun whispers, his voice strained as he tries to keep his own sounds to a minimum. Heeseung nods, his eyes still on the TV, his breaths coming in short, ragged pants. He focuses on the horror movie, the fake blood and gore a strange contrast to the very real, very intimate scene playing out between his legs.
Heeseung's eyes are wide, his pupils blown with lust, and he can feel the heat of Jaeyun's gaze on his neck as the younger boy fucks him gently, savoring every inch of his tight, wet cunt.
The horror movie reaches a crescendo, and Heeseung's body tenses, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He bites down hard on the couch cushion, muffling his scream as his body convulses around Jaeyun's cock. The fabric muffles the sound of his release, but he can feel the couch shake beneath him, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He lurches forward, hands bracing on Jaeyun's knees as he squirts all over the younger boy's cock.
He shakes violently, hips bucking wildly as he rides out the most intense orgasm of his life. He knows Jay's cushion is soaked with his squirt, and he internally apologizes. The sounds of the horror movie crescendo around them, the perfect cover for his own personal horror - the realization that he's just come in front of his friends.
"Sweet thing, you're so wet," Jaeyun murmurs in his ear, his voice thick with desire. His hips are a relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into Heeseung's soaking cunt with abandon, chasing his own release. Heeseung keens, eyes rolled back in his head at the disgusting sound of Jaeyun's cock slamming into his wet hole. "I'm gonna fill your sweet little pussy with my babies hyung."
How his friends haven't heard yet will always be a mystery to Heeseung, but as the climax of the horror movie crescendos with the sound of a chainsaw and blood-curdling screams, Jaeyun cums, his warm seed spilling into Heeseung's abused cunt. He holds onto the cushion, his mouth forced open in an silent scream as Jaeyun continues to fuck him through it, riding out his own orgasm.
When he finally stops, the two of them are a mess of sweat and cum, their bodies sticking together as they both try to catch their breath. The horror movie plays on, the sound of the chainsaw fading away as the villain meets his gruesome end. Heeseung's heart is racing so fast he's afraid it's going to burst out of his chest.
"Fuck," he whispers into the cushion, his voice hoarse from the effort of staying quiet. He can feel the weight of Jaeyun's cock still inside him, and the warmth of his seed slowly leaking out.
Jaeyun chuckles, his breaths heavy in his ears. "Good show, hyung," he says, panting. He pulls out gently, and Heeseung winces at the feeling of emptiness. And the disgusting feeling of cum running down his legs, but he'll get to that later.
If he beats Jaeyun after the others have waddled off to get some sleep for the night, its just between the two of them.
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The third time-well, there really isn't a third time. Not that Heeseung is upset about it or anything. It's just because that after a month or two after the second time, Jaeyun starts... seeing some girl.
And it's not like Heeseung is jealous or anything. He's seriously anything but jealous. He's just a little...curious. He doesn't get why Jaeyun's suddenly so obsessed with this girl, with her laugh that sounds like a bird's chirp and her eyes that sparkle like the stars at night. It's not like he doesn't have friends who are girls, but this one? This one is different. He can feel it in the way Jaeyun's mood swings like a pendulum whenever she's around, in the way his voice softens when he says her name, and in the way his gaze lingers on her when he thinks no one's looking.
So, he decides to do some investigating. He starts with the basics: her name, her hobbies, her favorite color. It's all so innocent at first, just trying to understand what makes this girl so special.
And then he realizes that they both like English and that like him, she too wants to be an English teacher. That they're around he same height and that they both like the color purple. That they both enjoy listening to The Weeknd and playing lol when they can't sleep. That she also likes neoguri with spam. And that, surprisingly, they're both scarily pretty. Jaeyun's words, not his.
So Jaeyun's got a type. That's all it is. Just a type. But Heeseung can't shake off the feeling that there's something more. If Jaeyun has a type, wouldn't he choose Heeseung first? It's not just about her looks or the way she laughs, Heeseung realizes after a week of keeping a close eye on her. It's like she has this magnetic pull that draws Jaeyun in, and Heeseung can't quite put his finger on it. He sees the way she lights up the room when she enters, the way her smile can make anyone's day a little brighter.
And, admittedly, it makes him feel a bit...well, insignificant.
Because just a few months ago, he was the one lighting up rooms and making Jaeyun's days brighter with his own quirky laugh and crooked smile. He was the one who knew all of Jaeyun's secrets and shared his own. They had a bond that Heeseung thought was unbreakable, but now it seems like it's slowly fading away, like the chalk marks on the schoolyard pavement after a rainstorm.
He thought he was special, that he was the only one who could make Jaeyun's heart flutter. But as he watches from afar, he sees it's her who's doing the fluttering. He sees the way she looks at Jaeyun, the way she reaches out to touch his arm or lean in to whisper in his ear at just the right time. It's a dance they've perfected, and Heeseung feels like he's just a bystander in the crowd, captivated and unable to take his eyes off of them. He can't even call himself Jaeyun's best friend anymore. Not really.
So he does what he does best.
He avoids.
He buries himself in his schoolwork, joins a new after school club, and even starts jogging in the mornings before school. Anything to keep his mind off of the lovebirds and their little love nest.
It isn't long before he starts to avoid Jaeyun's calls and texts either, pretending to be busy or not seeing the messages. Sometimes he really doesn't see them. He's not mad, not really. Just confused. And a little hurt. The friendship they had, the one Heeseung cherished so much, now feels like it's slipping through his fingers like sand. He wonders if it's all his imagination or if he's just being replaced, like an old toy that's lost its shine.
Is he not good enough? Did Jaeyun get his fill and finally decide that he was boring? These questions keep Heeseung up at night, tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position in his own skin. The thought of confronting Jaeyun is daunting, but he knows he can't ignore it forever. He's always been the type to face his fears head-on, but can he really face Jaeyun after avoiding him for so long?
One evening, as he's lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, he gets his answer.
His bedroom door slams open and there's a heavy sigh followed by the thud of something hitting the floor. Heeseung sits up, his heart racing, expecting to see his mom storming in to scold him for something. But it's not his mom. It's Jaeyun, red in the face and steam coming out of his ears.
"What the fuck, Jake?" Heeseung jumps out of bed, his heart racing. "What's your problem?"
"My problem?" Jaeyun repeats, his eyes blazing. "You're my problem, Heeseung. You've been avoiding me like the plague for weeks!"
Heeseung swallows hard at the confrontation. He didn't expect Jaeyun to notice so quickly. "I...I've just been busy, you know? School and stuff."
"School and stuff my ass. Jay tells me you still come over when he asks, and that you answer his messages. What's gotten in to you?"
Heeseung can't deny it. He's been avoiding Jaeyun, and now he's caught. He looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. "I just...I don't know, okay? Things are.. a little different now."
Jaeyun crosses his arms, his posture stiff with anger. "Different? What do you mean different?"
Heeseung scoffs at his sudden audacity to act so clueless. Does he really not get it? "Ever since you've started seeing that girl everything's been different. "It's like I don't even exist to you anymore," he says, his voice a mix of frustration and sadness.
Jaeyun's eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks genuinely surprised. "What are you talking about hyung? You're my best friend."
"Am I?" Heeseung challenges, his voice tight. "Because it sure as hell doesn't feel like it."
Jaeyun's face falls, the anger dissipating into something more akin to hurt. "Is that really how you feel?"
Heeseung takes a deep breath, trying to organize his jumbled thoughts. "You've been so distant lately. Ever since you started seeing her, it's like you've forgotten about me. I mean I would too, probably. She's so beautiful and-and she laughs at all your jokes and it's like she gets you in a way I never did."
Jaeyun's shoulders slump, and he looks away, avoiding Heeseung's gaze. "That's not true. You know I care more about you than anything else. Including Yoojung."
"But you don't get it," Heeseung insists, his voice cracking. "It's like I'm just...second best now."
Jaeyun turns to face him, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you saying, Heeseung?"
Heeseung's eyes are glassy, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "I'm saying that maybe it's time for us to move on," he says softly. "You've found someone who makes you happy, and I...I just don't know where I fit in anymore."
Jaeyun's eyebrows furrow, and he takes a step closer to Heeseung. "You're not second best," he says firmly. "You're my best friend. That hasn't changed just because I'm dating someone."
Heeseung is sure he feels his heart drop to his stomach at the words. "You're... dating her?"
Jaeyun nods, looking at him with a hopeful expression. "Yeah, I am. And I'm happy with her, hyung."
But what about me? he wants to say. What about the memories we've shared? The late-night talks, the jokes, the sex? But the words stick in his throat, choking him. He doesn't want to be that guy, the one who can't handle his friend being happy. So, he nods, trying to force a smile that feels more like a grimace.
"I'm happy for you, Jaeyun-ah," he says, his voice tight. "I just... need some time to get used to it, I guess."
Jaeyun sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care about you, hyung. I've just been so caught up in... things. I didn't realize I was neglecting you."
"Of course you didn't. My carbon copy has been keeping you so occupied that I'm surprised you even remembered where the spare house key is," he grumbles, but the edge in his voice is gone, replaced by a sadness that feels heavier than the silence that follows.
"Excuse me? She's not a copy of you," Jaeyun says, the edge in his voice sharper than a knife. "And don't talk about her like that."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Heeseung's voice is laced with sarcasm, but it's a feeble attempt to hide his pain. "I didn't realize I was supposed to be happy about being replaced. We're literally one in the same fucking person, Jake!"
Jaeyun's eyes narrow. "You're not being replaced. She's not a fucking object to be compared to, Heeseung!"
"Her favorite color, the neoguri with spam, her music taste, her favorite fucking video game, even her interest is English, is the same as mine, and you're telling me she's not a copy?" Heeseung's voice rises, his emotions bubbling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. "What the fuck is she then, Jake?"
Jaeyun takes a deep breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's her own person, Heeseung. And I love her for who she is, not because she's like you."
love...
love?
"Love?" The word hangs in the air like a lead balloon, heavy and unspoken. Heeseung's heart feels like it's been squeezed in a vice. "Since when do you know what love is?"
Jaeyun's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else, something deeper. "You don't get to define love for me, Heeseung. You don't get to tell me how I feel about someone."
"So, what? I was just a hole for your poor, weeping dick?" Heeseung's voice is shaking now, all the pent-up anger and confusion finally spilling out. "Someone to fill the void until a better model came along? Heeseung 2.0 sure is a lucky goddamn winner, isn't she?"
Jaeyun's eyes widen, and he looks like he's been slapped. "That's not what it was, Heeseung. You know that."
"Right. Because you didn't basically kick me out when you had to run off for practice. Like I was some side chick you didn't want to deal with," Heeseung snaps, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I was there for you, Jaeyun. Through everything. And now, because you've found someone new, I'm just...disposable? She's me! What does she have that I don't? What makes her so fucking special that I'm just tossed to the side like some useless toy?"
Jaeyun's eyes are wet now, and Heeseung can see the guilt etched on his face. "You're not disposable, Heeseung. You're...you're irreplaceable. It's just that...it's different with her. She makes me feel things I've never felt before. And I'm sorry if that hurts you, but I can't help how I feel."
"Disposable. Irreplaceable. What's the fucking difference if you treat me like shit now?" Heeseung's voice is raw with pain, and he can feel the tears burning his eyes. "You've got your perfect little girlfriend, and I'm just your dirty little secret."
Jaeyun steps closer, his hand reaching out tentatively. "Heeseung, that's not true at all. You're not a secret. You're my best friend."
"Best friend," Heeseung spits out the words as if they're poison on his tongue. "Is that what you call someone you use for comfort when you're lonely? Someone you screw when you can't get the girl of your dreams?"
Jaeyun's hand drops to his side, and his eyes go cold. "I never used you, Heeseung. And if that's what you think, then maybe we shouldn't have ever... done anything."
Heeseung feels his chest constrict, the pain sharp and sudden. "Is that what you really think?"
Jaeyun sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, that's not what I think. But maybe we need to talk about us. I don't know what this is anymore."
The words hit Heeseung like a ton of bricks. "What do you mean 'us'?" he asks, his voice small and scared. "There is no us, Jake. Not now, not fucking ever!"
Jaeyun's face falls, and he looks away, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something to say. "I didn't mean it like that, Heeseung, you know that," he says finally, his voice low. "I just... I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't need to," Heeseung says, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I get it. You've moved on. I'm just... I'm just happy for you," he spits, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.
Jaeyun's shoulders slump, and he sighs, a sound so heavy it seems to fill the room. "Heeseung, please," he says, his voice cracking. "You're important to me."
"No, I think Kim Yoojung is a little more important, right?" Heeseung says, his voice filled with bitterness. "You don't have to pretend anymore."
Jaeyun's eyes flicker with hurt, but he doesn't deny it. Instead, he says, "It's not a competition, Heeseung. Can't I love her and still care about you?"
Heeseung scoffs, wiping at his eyes. "You wouldn't understand," he says, his voice filled with a resentment that's been festering for weeks. "You've never been in love with someone who didn't love you back."
Jaeyun looks at him, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. "You think I don't know what that feels like? That I don't know what it's like to care about someone who doesn't see me the same way?"
"No, you don't. Because if you did, you would have known that I was in love with you," Heeseung says, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. The room goes still, the air thick with the weight of his confession.
Jaeyun's eyes widen, his mouth parting slightly in shock. "What?" he whispers, as if he didn't hear correctly.
Heeseung turns away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I think you should go."
Jaeyun remains rooted to the spot, his mind racing. "Heeseung," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... you love me?"
"Leave, Jaeyun. I don't want you here."
The words hang in the air, each one a dagger that pierces through the fabric of their friendship. He wishes he could take it back, swallow the words that have painted the room in a sadness so profound it's almost tangible. But he can't. It's out there now, floating in the space between them like a ghost that refuses to be ignored.
Jaeyun's silence is deafening, and Heeseung can feel his friend's eyes boring into his back. He's frozen, his heart hammering in his chest like a caged bird desperate to escape. This isn't how he wanted it to happen. He'd hoped to keep his feelings buried, hidden away like a treasure no one would ever find. But here they are, laid bare for the world to see.
For Jaeyun to see.
He's standing there, his hand hovering over the doorknob, as if trying to decide whether to stay or leave. Heeseung can almost feel the weight of the decision in the air, like a thundercloud ready to burst at any moment.
"I really am sorry," Jaeyun says finally, his voice breaking. Without another word, he turns and walks out, the door clicking shut behind him like a gunshot.
Heeseung collapses onto his bed, his heart feeling like it's been shattered into a million pieces. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He'd always been the strong one, the one who held things together when they were falling apart. But now, he's just a mess.
He sobs uncontrollably, his face buried in his pillow. He doesn't know how long he lies there, his body convulsing with the weight of his emotions. Eventually, the tears dry up, leaving his eyes raw and his throat sore. Sleep takes over soon and Heeseung's mind is plagued with dreams of a love that was never meant to be.
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The semester ends with Heeseung completely going M.I.A. His phone is turned off, and with a little permission from their principle, his hood is up, his headphones in, as he walks through the school corridor, nodding at a few familiar faces but not stopping to talk.
His thoughts are a tornado of confusion and dread, swirling around the one question that keeps popping up: What did Jaeyun do to him? He's lost weight, his skin's paler, and his eyes are heavier. He's a shadow of the bright-eyed boy that walked these halls just a few months ago. The whispers of his classmates sting, but he's too lost in his own misery to even care.
His friends stop by every other weekend, but he can't bring himself to ever let them in. He's afraid of what they'll think, what they'll say. The rumors about him and Jaeyun had spread like wildfire through the school, and he knew he wasn't ready to face the inevitable barrage of questions. The silence of his empty house is his only solace. It's in this quiet that he can almost pretend everything is normal, almost believe that the events of the past months were just a terrible nightmare.
From rumors of Jaeyun and Heeseung "breaking up", to Heeseung's mysterious transformation, the school is buzzing with gossip. Things aren't half as bad as the rumors make them out to be, but they aren't great either. Behind the closed door of his room, Heeseung's world is a prison of his own making. The once vibrant posters on his walls now seem to mock him with their faded smiles. His bed is a sea of crumpled homework and dirty clothes, a testament to his lack of care for anything except the pain that sits heavy in his chest.
As far as Heeseung knows, Jaeyun and Yoojung are still together, and good for them, but it's like a knife twisting in his gut every time he sees them around school. They're everywhere, holding hands, whispering together in the hallway.
Yoojung has even taken his place at their lunch table, giggling with the others as if she doesn't feel the coldness emanating from Heeseung every time she even glances his way. The betrayal feels like a knife to the gut, but he knows that's not fair. He gave up on them first, not the other way around.
After a while, they stop showing up. The texts from his friends become less frequent, and Heeseung's isolation deepens. The emptiness of his house seems to echo with the silence of his thoughts. He spends his days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together what happened.
The memory of that fateful night with Jaeyun is a puzzle with missing pieces, taunting him with its incompleteness. He can't really remember the words that were exchanged, only the feeling of something vital being ripped from his soul.
Was it my fault? Heeseung asks himself this question over and over again, the words echoing in his mind like a broken record.
And every time he does, the answer hits him in the face like a ton of bricks. Yes.
The guilt eats away at him, turning his stomach into a cavern of regret. How could he let things get this bad?
It's been a month since Heeseung last saw his friends, and the ache of their absence is almost as palpable as the emptiness left by Jaeyun. His eyes burn with unshed tears as he scrolls through their social media, seeing the pictures of them laughing, having fun, without him. It's like they've all moved on to a party that he wasn't invited to, leaving him behind in the dust.
One day, a tentative knock at the door breaks the silence. He groans, thinking nothing of it and calling out with a groggy; "It's open 엄마."
But when he turns to face her, it's not his mother standing there. It's Yoojung. She's dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, looking as lost as Heeseung feels. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her cheeks stained with the trails of dried tears. She looks around the room, taking in the mess and the despair, and Heeseung feels a twinge of embarrassment.
"Uh, hi." She says, standing in his doorway awkwardly.
Heeseung sits up, surprise etched on his face. "What are you doing here? How did you get my address?"
Yoojung shuffles her feet, avoiding his gaze. "I... I just wanted to talk. Can I come in?"
Heeseung hesitates for a moment before nodding. She steps inside, carefully navigating the minefield of dirty laundry and textbooks. They sit on the edge of his bed, a mountain of discarded clothes acting as a barricade between them. The room is suffocatingly hot, but Heeseung can't bring himself to remove his hoodie. It's like a protective shield against the world.
"I'm sorry for the mess. I'm not usually this...messy," Heeseung mumbles, his eyes flicking around the room as if searching for an escape from the reality of his situation.
Yoojung's voice is soft, almost a whisper. "It's okay. I just wanted to check on you."
Heeseung's eyes widen slightly, unsure of how to respond. "Why? You don't even know me."
Yoojung sighs, her shoulders slumping. "Look, I know things aren't...the best between us seeing as I kinda...took your place with Jaeyun. But I heard how you've been, and I just had to see for myself." She looks up at him, her eyes earnest. "I used to see you around school a lot with Jaeyun, and I always thought you guys looked so happy together."
Heeseung's throat tightens, and he has to look away from her. "Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving." He tries to keep his voice even, but the bitterness still seeps through.
Yoojung nods, looking down at her intertwined fingers. "I know. I didn't mean to hurt you. I had no idea...what was going on. I just... I liked Jaeyun, and things happened. I didn't know it was like that between you two."
That's because it wasn't.
"It wasn't like that between us." Heeseung says, voice weak. "Not like everyone thinks, anyways."
Yoojung looks up at him, confusion wrinkling her brow. "What do you mean? You two weren't...?"
"Me and Jaeyun were never anything more than friends," Heeseung clarifies. The words feel heavy on his tongue, and it gets a little hard to swallow. "But... If I'm being honest, I had feelings for him."
Yoojung's eyes widen slightly, and she takes a deep breath. "I had no idea," she whispers. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Heeseung says, his voice cracking. "It's just... I don't know how to deal with it all." So I pushed everyone away like the idiot I am. Now the girl I hate is in my room telling me she's sorry.
Yoojung reaches out and squeezes his hand gently. "It's okay to not be okay," she says, her voice full of empathy. "But you can't just shut everyone out. You need to talk to someone."
Heeseung laughs bitterly. "My friends probably hate me and think I'm a total dick. I can't just show up and be like 'Hey, remember me?'. They'd never speak to me again."
"They don't feel that way." Yoojung shakes her head. "They're worried about you. They miss you."
"Of course you would know." Heeseung's voice is laced with sarcasm. Yoojung flinches, and Heeseung immediately feels guilty. "I'm sorry," he says, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know." Yoojung withdraws her hand slowly, looking down at her lap. "I, um, I actually came to tell you that Jaeyun and I broke up last week."
Yoojung doesn't even look fazed as she drops the bomb. He stares at her, unsure of what to say. "What? Why?"
Yoojung sighs, her gaze drifting to the floor. "Because he couldn't get over you."
Heeseung's heart skips a beat, the revelation hitting him like a sledgehammer. "What do you mean "he couldn't get over me"?"
Yoojung takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "Jaeyun...he never stopped caring about you once. I think he was torn up having to choose between the two of us. And I realized I couldn't be with someone who had such strong feelings for another person. It wasn't fair to any of us."
The room feels like it's spinning around Heeseung. "But why didn't he just tell me?" He whispers, his voice raw with emotion.
Yoojung gestures around. "He probably thought you hated him. I mean, it has months since you guys last spoke, right?"
Heeseung nods slowly. "I guess so."
"Look," Yoojung says, leaning in slightly, "I know this isn't easy for any of us. But maybe...maybe it's time for you to talk to him. Clear the air. Get some closure or whatever it is you need."
"What if he doesn't want to talk to me?"
Yoojung shakes her head firmly. "You won't know unless you try. And trust me, he's just as lost as you are."
Her words hang in the air, a beacon of hope piercing through the fog of his despair. Heeseung swallows hard, contemplating the possibility of seeing Jaeyun again. The thought sends a jolt of fear through him, but it's followed by a glimmer of hope that feels like a lifeline.
"I don't know if I can," he admits, his voice small.
Yoojung nods understandingly. "It's okay to be scared. But just think about it. Maybe talking to him will help you both move on."
Heeseung's mind races with the thought. He hadn't considered that talking to Jaeyun could be a step forward instead of backward. He looks at her, really looks at her for the first time since she arrived.
She's not the enemy he's painted her to be in his mind. She's just a girl who made a mistake, just like him.
"Thank you." He finds himself saying, the words coming out more choked than he intended. "I'll think about it."
Yoojung nods, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Good. You deserve to be happy, Heeseung."
The room falls into a heavy silence, filled only by the hum of the distant TV from the living room. Heeseung looks down at his own hands, mulling over Yoojung's words. The thought of talking to Jaeyun again is terrifying. Could he really face the person who'd unknowingly destroyed him?
"I understand if you need some time," Yoojung says, standing up. "But promise me you'll talk to him about it."
Heeseung nods, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I will."
Yoojung squeezes his shoulder before leaving, the door clicking shut behind her. He's left alone with his thoughts, which now feel like a cacophony in his head. The possibility of talking to Jaeyun feels like a distant horizon, a place he's been yearning to reach but never thought he could. He gets up from the bed, the mountain of laundry shifting beneath him as he does so. He needs to clean up, to organize his life before he can even consider facing his feelings.
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In the end, Heeseung doesn't talk to Jaeyun for another two weeks. But hey, at least he's started taking care of himself, right? He's got his hair cut, and he's even started eating again. He's got a little pep in his step, a little shine in his eye. It's like someone finally remembered to turn on the lights inside him.
He intends to drag out not talking to Jaeyun for at least another month. But the universe, with its cruel sense of humor, decides to throw them together again.
Yoojung bursts into his room with a scowl halfway through the third week. "Lee Heeseung I am going to kill you!" She yells, absolutely seething. "You promised me you would talk to him! It's been three weeks already!"
Heeseung freezes, the brush in his hand hovering over his sketchbook. He's been working on a new piece, something that's been consuming his thoughts since their last encounter. It's an image of a lone figure standing at the edge of a cliff, the wind in their hair, looking out over a vast, turbulent sea. The figure's face is obscured, but the emotions are clear: anger, sadness, and a hint of resolve.
"What are you talking about?" Heeseung asks, trying to keep his voice calm. He's not ready to face Jaeyun again, not yet. But Yoojung is already storming towards him, her hands on her hips.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Yoojung slams a handful of sketches on the table, scattering them around his unfinished masterpiece. They're all of the same person: Sim Jaeyun. Different poses, different expressions, but the same intense gaze that seems to bore into his soul. She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"What the hell? How did you get these?" Heeseung's voice is a mix of shock and accusation as he stares at the scattered images of Jaeyun.
"That doesn't matter." Yoojung says, her voice low and dangerous. "If you don't get your ass up and talk to him, I will. He's been moping around his house like a lost little puppy, and it's all your fault!"
Heeseung sighs heavily, shoulders slumping as he sets down his brush. He knows Yoojung isn't one to be deterred easily. "Fine, fine," he mutters, "I'll talk to him."
"Good. If I don't hear good news by twelve am tomorrow, I'm going over there myself," Yoojung says, her eyes still narrowed. She turns on her heel and storms out of the room, leaving Heeseung alone again.
What a crazy girl.
The next day, Heeseung finds himself standing awkwardly in front of Jaeyun's house, his heart racing like it's trying to escape his chest. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over everything, but it does little to ease the cold knot in his stomach. He's dressed in his favorite black sweater and well-worn jeans, hoping to look casual and not like he's been stewing over this for weeks.
He takes a deep breath, raises his hand to knock, and freezes. What if Jaeyun slams the door in his face? What if he's already moved on? What if he's found someone else to obsess over? The thoughts swirl in his head like a tornado, threatening to tear him apart. But then he hears the door open, and there's no turning back.
"Oh, Heeseung, its you!" Jaeyun's mother exclaims. She's standing in the doorway with a surprised smile on her face. She must be so confused to see him again after all this time. "Come in, come in," she says, stepping aside to let him through.
Heeseung smiles awkwardly as he accepts her invitation and steps inside. "It's good to see you 이모. How have you been?"
"Oh, I've been fine, but i know you're not here to talk to me," she says with a knowing look. "Jaeyun is in his room. Go on up. I'll make you boys some tea."
Heeseung nods, feeling his palms grow damp with sweat. He heads up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The door to Jaeyun's room is slightly ajar, and Heeseung can hear the faint sound of a Justin Bieber song playing. He snorts, remembering how much Jaeyun used to pretend to hate pop music. He pushes the door open and sees Jaeyun sitting at his desk, staring out the window.
The moment the door swings open, Jaeyun turns to face him, and the sight of his red-rimmed eyes makes Heeseung's heart clench. His eyes go wide with shock, and he quickly brings a hand up to wipe at his eyes.
"Heeseung, what are you doing here?" Jaeyun's voice is hoarse, as if he's been crying or screaming. Or maybe just not using it much.
Heeseung shifts awkwardly, stepping past the threshhold and closing the door behind him. "I came to see you."
Jaeyun stares at him, his eyes searching, hopeful. "Why?"
Heeseung's throat tightens. He's not prepared for this. He's had weeks to think about what he'd say, but now that he's actually here, the words escape him. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. The silence stretches on, thick and uncomfortable, until it's almost suffocating.
"Oh, I see." Jaeyun's voice is flat, the hope in his eyes fading. "You came to gloat that you're doing better, or maybe to make sure I'm as miserable as you are."
Heeseung's face falls, the accusation in Jaeyun's voice stinging like a slap. "No, that's not it," he stammers, taking a tentative step closer to the desk. "I'm sorry, I just... I forgot what I wanted to say the moment I saw your face."
Jaeyun's expression doesn't soften. "Well, don't let me keep you from your important silence," he says, turning back to the window. The sun has almost disappeared now, leaving the room bathed in a soft twilight glow.
"God, stop being so dramatic all the time, would you?" Heeseung mumbles, running a hand through his hair. He walks over to the desk, his eyes scanning the room. It's a mess, but a familiar mess. Posters of bands they used to listen to together are plastered on the walls, books and notebooks scattered everywhere, and the faint smell of sweet cologne and turpentine lingers in the air. It's like time hasn't passed at all.
Jaeyun hums, not looking at him. "I'm not being dramatic. I'm just telling the truth."
Heeseung takes a deep breath, the room spinning slightly around him. "No, you're just being dramatic, Jake-yah. I came here to talk to you and you can't even look me in the eye."
Jaeyun's gaze snaps back to him, a spark of anger lighting up his features. "You think this is funny? You think this is all some kind of joke?"
Heeseung remains calm, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I know it's not a joke, but I am having fun watching you lose your shit when I was the one who got their heart broken."
Jaeyun's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he stands up from his chair, pushing it back with a harsh scrape against the floor. "How dare you? You don't get to play the victim here."
Heeseung remains calm, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I know it's not a joke, but I am having fun watching you lose your shit when I was the one who got their heart broken."
Jaeyun's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he stands up from his chair, pushing it back with a harsh scrape against the floor. "How dare you? You don't get to play the victim here."
"How dare me?" Heeseung echoes, his voice rising. "At least I had the guts to show up on your doorstep."
"Yeah, because you had Yoojung dragging you here," Jaeyun snaps back, his voice laced with bitterness. "You don't think she told me she talked to you?"
Heeseung's smile falters, but he quickly recovers. "Well, she's always had a way of making things happen, hasn't she?" He takes another step closer, invading Jaeyun's personal space. "But here we are, just you and me. No Yoojung to save either of us."
Jaeyun's fists clench at his sides, his eyes flashing. "What do you want from me, Heeseung?"
"I want you to sit down, shut up, and listen to me," Heeseung says, his voice firm but gentle. He gestures to Jaeyun's chair, giving him a pointed look when he doesn't move to sit down. "Well?"
With a heavy sigh, Jaeyun sits, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Happy?"
Heeseung plops into his lap the moment the chair squeaks under Jaeyun's weight, his knees knocking against the desk.
"What are you-"
Heeseung holds a hand over his mouth to silence him, the smile still playing on his lips. "Yes, very happy. Lets talk" He says, removing his hand. His heart is racing so fast he can feel it in his fingertips. He's so close to Jaeyun he can feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of mint and shampoo. At least he's been taking care of himself.
"We can talk without you being in my lap." Jaeyun grumbles, looking away. Heeseung doesn't miss the way his hands twitch, as if he wants to wrap his arms around him.
"We can, but i prefer being face to face. Like this," Heeseung says, his voice soft and persuasive. He slides his hand up to cup Jaeyun's cheek, turning his face to look at him.
"Just say what you're going to say and get it over with," Jaeyun murmurs, his voice muffled by the sudden closeness. His eyes are on the desk, refusing to meet Heeseung's gaze.
Heeseung's thumb traces the line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Okay," he says, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
Jaeyun scoffs, his shoulders rising to his ears. "Is that all you have to say?" He says, his voice filled with skepticism.
Heeseung's hand stills, his eyes searching Jaeyun's face for any sign of softening. "No, it's not all," he admits. "But it's a start."
Jaeyun's eyes finally meet his, and Heeseung's chest aches. "What do you want from me, Heeseung?" he repeats, his voice low and strained.
"If I kiss you, will you kiss me back?" Heeseung whispers, his voice shaking. He watches as Jaeyun's eyes widen, the question hanging in the air like a delicate thread that could snap at any moment.
Jaeyun's breath hitches, his eyes searching Heeseung's face for any sign of a lie or a trick. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I've missed you and I really want to kiss you right now. You're really fucking sexy when you're angry, you know that?" Heeseung confesses, his mouth running a mile a minute to keep his nerves at bay.
Jaeyun's eyes narrow, but Heeseung sees the corner of his mouth twitch upwards slightly. It's a glimmer of hope, and Heeseung latches onto it like a lifeline. He leans in closer, feeling the heat of Jaeyun's breath against his own. "Come on, Jake-yah," he whispers, "Just one kiss. Then we can talk about everything."
Jaeyun's hand comes up to rest on Heeseung's chest, not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. "You're playing with fire," he warns, his voice barely audible.
"What if I want to get burned?" Heeseung whispers, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun's. He can see the war happening in those dark depths, the anger and the hurt fighting against the desire. And for a moment, it looks like desire might just win.
Slowly, so slowly that Heeseung feels like he's moving through molasses, Jaeyun's hand moves from his chest to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He can feel the tremble in Jaeyun's fingers, the tension in his body, and it makes his heart race even faster.
Their eyes lock, and for a second, everything else fades away. It's just them, like it always was, like it always should be. And then, with a sigh that's equal parts frustration and surrender, Jaeyun's eyes close, and their lips meet.
It's tentative at first, a gentle brush that sends a jolt of electricity through Heeseung's body. He moves his hand from Jaeyun's cheek to cradle the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He can feel the tension in Jaeyun's shoulders start to ease, his body leaning into him. The anger and sadness seem to melt away, leaving only the raw need that's been simmering beneath the surface for weeks.
Heeseung whines when Jaeyun's hand rests on his clothed waist, feeling the heat of his touch through the fabric.
"You're not making this easy for me," Jaeyun murmurs against his lips, his fingers tightening slightly.
"I never said I would," Heeseung whispers back, his own hands sliding around to the small of Jaeyun's back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. The kiss grows more urgent, more desperate, as if they're trying to make up for lost time. It's like trying to drink from a firehose, overwhelming and yet exactly what Heeseung needs.
They break apart, panting, their foreheads resting against each other. "Why are we fighting?" Heeseung whispers, his eyes searching Jaeyun's. They're so close, he can see the gold flecks in his irises.
"Because we're idiots," Jaeyun says, his voice just as shaky. He doesn't move away, his hand still wrapped around Heeseung's neck. "Because we're scared for reasons that shouldn't even matter. Because we're both stubborn as hell."
Heeseung chuckles, the sound a little shaky. "Yeah, I guess that's us," he agrees. He leans in again, pressing their foreheads together, his eyes closing. "But maybe we can try to be less idiotic?"
Jaeyun lets out a short, mirthless laugh. "Maybe," he says, his thumb tracing lazy circles on Heeseung's neck. "But that's easier said than done."
"We can start by talking," Heeseung suggests, his voice soft and hopeful. "I know I've been a mess, but I've had some time to think."
Jaeyun nods, his eyes still closed. "Okay," he says, his voice a little shaky. "Talk to me."
Heeseung takes a deep breath, his heart racing. He's had weeks to think about this, but now that he's actually here, the words feel clumsy and inadequate. "I've realized that I've been holding on to a lot of anger these past few months," he starts, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I know that's not fair to you. You didn't do anything wrong, and I shouldn't have pushed you away like that."
Jaeyun's eyes remain closed, but his grip on Heeseung's neck tightens slightly. "You didn't push me away," he says, his voice tight. "You just... didn't know how to handle what you were feeling at the time."
"No, I pushed you away," Heeseung insists. "I pushed everyone away and it was wrong. I just didn't know how to deal with what I was feeling. And I'm sorry for that.
Jaeyun's eyes finally open, and Heeseung can see the warring emotions in them. He leans back slightly, giving them both some space, but not going too far. "What are you feeling right now?" Jaeyun asks, his voice gentle but firm.
Heeseung swallows hard, his throat dry. "I'm feeling... scared," he admits. "Scared of losing you, scared of being hurt again, scared of being a disappointment."
Jaeyun's gaze holds his, unwavering. "You're not a disappointment," he says, his voice low and earnest. "You never have been."
Heeseung's eyes fill with tears he hadn't realized were there. "But I am," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I'm a mess, and I don't know how to fix it."
Jaeyun's hand slides down to cover Heeseung's, his thumb brushing over his knuckles. "You don't have to fix it alone," he says, his voice soothing. "Why didn't you just tell me you were feeling this way?"
Heeseung shrugs, his eyes downcast. "I didn't know how," he mumbles. "And I didn't want to burden you with it."
"You're not a burden," Jaeyun says, his voice firm. "You're... you're everything to me."
Heeseung's eyes snap up to meet his, the intensity of Jaeyun's gaze making him shiver. "Everything?" He echoes, his voice hopeful.
Jaeyun nods, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. "Everything," he repeats, the words heavy with meaning. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "But we can't keep doing this, Heeseung. We can't keep pushing and pulling and expecting the other to just deal with it."
Heeseung nods, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun's. "I know," he says, his voice small. "I just... I don't know how to be anything else."
Jaeyun sighs. "I'm sorry too." He says. "I should have talked to you sooner, instead of letting things get so out of hand."
Heeseung nods, leaning his forehead against Jaeyun's. "We're both at fault," he murmurs. "But we can fix it."
"Can we?" Jaeyun asks, his voice tinged with doubt. "I don't know if I can handle another round of this."
Heeseung nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "We can," he whispers. "We have to."
The room is quiet except for their ragged breaths and the distant sound of Jaeyun's mother clattering around in the kitchen. He feels Jaeyun's hand curl around his chin and he squirms. "Why are you crying, beautiful?"
Heeseung laughs wetly. "Because I'm an emotional mess and you're the only one who's ever seen it." He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smearing the eyeliner that he'd so meticulously applied that morning. "Because I missed you so much it hurt."
Jaeyun's expression softens, and he reaches up to wipe away a tear that's slipped down Heeseung's cheek. "I missed you too," he admits. "but you don't have to cry for me to know that."
"Just-just tell me that you love me too." Heeseung cries, his voice trembling.
But instead, Jaeyun pulls him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the tenderness Heeseung had been craving. "I do," he whispers against his lips. "I love you, Heeseung."
The confession is like a balm to Heeseung's soul, soothing the ragged edges of his emotions. He melts into the kiss, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. When they finally break apart, he's smiling through his tears. "Thank you."
Jaeyun smiles back, looking a little more like himself than he has in weeks. He brushes Heeseung's hair out of his face, his eyes lingering on the smudged eyeliner. "Did you get pretty for me, Seungie?"
At that Heeseung get's shy, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Maybe," he mumbles, looking away. "Do I look pretty?"
Jaeyun laughs, the sound a little shaky, but genuine. "Always," he says, his eyes warm. He brushes a thumb over Heeseung's cheek, wiping away the last of the eyeliner. "But you don't need makeup to be pretty."
Heeseung ducks his head, feeling a blush spread down his neck. "Yeah, well, it helps," he says, trying to keep his voice light.
Jaeyun's smile widens, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. "You're beautiful with or without it," he whispers, his breath hot against Heeseung's skin. "But maybe we should save the makeup talk for later, yeah?"
Heeseung gulps. "Why can't we talk about it now?"
Jaeyun pulls away slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Because I have a better idea." He says, standing up and lifting Heeseung with him.
"Jaeyun-yah," Heeseung protests weakly as he's lifted off the chair, his legs wrapping around Jaeyun's waist. "Your mom-"
"Is busy in the kitchen," Jaeyun says, cutting him off as he carries him over to the bed. He deposits Heeseung gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving his. "And we have some things to discuss without an audience."
Heeseung's heart is racing in his chest as he watches Jaeyun close the distance between them. "What kind of things?" He asks, his voice quivering slightly.
Jaeyun smirks, his eyes dark with desire. "The kind that require us to be a little... closer." He says, his hand sliding up Heeseung's thigh, sending a bolt of heat through his body.
Heeseung's breath hitches, his eyes going wide. "Jaeyun-"
But before he can say anything more, Jaeyun's mouth is on his again, and all rational thought flies out the window. They kiss like they're starving, like they've been separated for years instead of weeks. Heeseung's legs tighten around Jaeyun's waist, pulling him closer, as if he's afraid he'll vanish again.
Jaeyun's hands are everywhere, tracing patterns on Heeseung's skin, sliding under his shirt to feel the warmth of his back. Heeseung's own hands are just as busy, exploring the familiar contours of Jaeyun's face, his neck, his shoulders. It's like trying to memorize the feel of him again, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, he'll forget. He doesn't want to ever forget.
They break apart, both panting, and Jaeyun's lips find his neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make Heeseung's skin prickle with anticipation. He's missed this, missed the feeling of being cherished, of being wanted. He runs his hands through Jaeyun's hair, holding him close as he nips at his earlobe. "Are you going to fuck me?" Heeseung whispers, the words coming out more like a breathy moan.
Jaeyun pulls back, his eyes searching Heeseung's face. "Is that what you want?" He asks, his voice husky.
Heeseung nods, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "I need you to," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I need to feel you again."
"Okay." Jaeyun nods. "But we're going slow." He says, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. He carefully pulls Heeseung's shirt over his head, his eyes lingering on the collarbones that he's missed so much. He leans in to kiss each one, feeling Heeseung's breath hitch as his teeth graze the sensitive skin.
"Don't wanna go slow," Heeseung whines. "I need you, Jake-yah."
Jaeyun chuckles, his eyes filled with affection and something else, something Heeseung can't quite explain. "Patience is a virtue," he murmurs, his hands moving to Heeseung's pants, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness that has Heeseung squirming with need. "Plus, I've missed you and I want to take my time with you."
Heeseung nods, his breathing shallow as he watches Jaeyun push his pants down, his eyes lingering on the waist band of his lace panties. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice a little too high pitched for his own liking.
Jaeyun's eyes flick up to his, the heat in them making Heeseung's cheeks burn even hotter. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of the panties. Heeseung shudders, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun's. "May I take them off?"
Heeseung nods, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun's. "Yes. Please do."
Jaeyun smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes Heeseung's heart swell. He gently tugs the panties down, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Heeseung's slick-stained thighs. "Still as eager as ever, I see," he teases, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Heeseung's spine.
"Perv," Heeseung murmurs, his cheeks burning. He watches as Jaeyun pulls the fabric away, his eyes darkening with desire. He's so exposed, but surprisingly, it doesn't feel wrong. It feels right, like coming home.
Jaeyun leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Heeseung's stomach. Heeseung's body arches upwards, his fingers tightening in Jaeyun's hair. "You're so perfect," Jaeyun murmurs, his breath blowing over Heeseung's skin, making goosebumps raise on his skin.
Heeseung's eyes are half-closed, his body trembling with need. "Please," he whispers, his hips rolling up to meet the warmth of Jaeyun's mouth. "Please, Jake-yah
Jaeyun kisses a trail down Heeseung's body, his eyes never leaving his face. He can see the desperation, the need in Heeseung's eyes, and it makes him want to give him everything he's ever wanted. "Shh," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "I've got you."
Heeseung nods, his eyes squeezed shut as Jaeyun's mouth finds his clit. He gasps, his hips jerking upwards. "Fuck," he whispers, his voice hoarse.
Jaeyun chuckles, the sound vibrating against Heeseung's sensitive flesh. "Remember," he says, his voice muffled. "Slow." He takes his time, exploring Heeseung with his tongue and teeth, teasing and nipping until Heeseung's hips are rolling up to meet him.
Heeseung's hands are tangled in the sheets, his back arching as pleasure builds within him. "Fuck, Jaeyun," he moans, his voice tight with need. "Please, more."
Jaeyun's eyes flick up to meet his, the intensity in his gaze making Heeseung's toes curl. He obliges, his tongue swirling around Heeseung's clit before dipping lower to taste him. Heeseung's legs fall open wider, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he shoves his fist into his mouth to cut off his cries.
"Good kitty." Jaeyun mutters his eyes hooded with lust as he watches Heeseung's reaction. He loves the way Heeseung's body responds to his touch, the way his pupils dilate and his cheeks flush. He's missed this, missed the way Heeseung's thighs tremble around his head, missed the sweet taste of him. "You're doing so well, honey. Just let me take care of you tonight."
Heeseung's eyes roll back in his head, his fingers curling into the sheets as Jaeyun's tongue delves deeper, exploring him with a slow, methodical precision that's driving him out of his mind. He's so close, faster than he's ever been before. He's missed this, missed the feeling of being cherished, of being wanted.
"Jaeyun, Jaeyun, I'm-" Heeseung stammers, his thighs spasming around the other boy's head. He's so close, so incredibly close, and he doesn't know if he can hold on much longer.
"What? Do you wanna cum, my sweet thing?" Jaeyun whispers, his voice low and teasing. He looks up from his ministrations, his eyes dark with desire, his lips glistening.
Heeseung nods frantically, his hips moving in a silent plea. "Yes," he gasps out. "Please."
Jaeyun's smile widens, and his eyes darken with hunger. He adds a finger, stroking him in time with his tongue, the pressure building until Heeseung's body feels like it's going to shatter. He moans, the sound muffled by the hand over his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure overwhelms him.
Jaeyun's other hand comes up to rest on Heeseung's hip, holding him in place as he devours him, his tongue and finger working in perfect harmony. Heeseung wants to cry at how overwhelmed he feels from just a little touch.
"Okay, honey." Jaeyun chuckles. "Go ahead and cum." He says, his voice a gentle command that sends Heeseung over the edge. Heeseung's body convulses, his hips bucking upwards as he cums with a muffled scream. Jaeyun's eyes never leave his face, watching the pleasure wash over him with a satisfaction that's almost painful. He keeps his mouth on Heeseung's clit, his tongue swirling, until the last of the tremors have passed.
"Mm. You taste so good," Jaeyun murmurs as he laps up the last of Heeseung's release, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's face. Heeseung's breathing is still ragged, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Heeseung's eyes fly open, and he stares down at Jaeyun, his chest heaving. "Jaeyun-yah," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Come here."
Jaeyun doesn't need to be told twice. He kisses his way back up Heeseung's body, his lips leaving a trail of heat and wetness in their wake. When he reaches Heeseung's mouth, he kisses him deeply, sharing the taste of him. It's intoxicating, and Heeseung can't get enough.
"What is it, darling?" Jaeyun asks, his breath warm against Heeseung's mouth as he kisses him lazily.
"Please." Heeseung whines, his voice thick with desire, his eyes searching Jaeyun's for reassurance. "I need you inside me."
Jaeyun smiles, his eyes soft with affection. He kisses Heeseung's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, before finally claiming his mouth again. "As you wish," he whispers, his voice a gentle promise. He reaches over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom, his movements deliberate and unhurried.
But Heeseung almost cries when Jaeyun starts to open the foil packet. "No. I don' want that," he whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes. "I want... I want you, just you."
Jaeyun's eyes widen in surprise, and he stills. "Are you sure?" He asks, his voice gentle. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Heeseung nods, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun's. "I'm sure," he whispers. "I just... I need to feel you. All of you."
Jaeyun's expression softens, and he tosses the condom aside. "Okay," he says, his voice a gentle murmur. "But we're still taking it slow." He sits back on his heels, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. "Ready?"
Heeseung nods, his body already singing with need. "Just do it."
Jaeyun chuckles, his eyes dark with desire as he sits back on his heels. "Always so eager," he murmurs, his hands sliding up Heeseung's thighs, spreading them wider. He pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and leans back in, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's face. "Look at me," he whispers, and Heeseung does, his eyes wide with anticipation. He wraps a hand around his own cock, slicking it up with lube.
The moment he touches Heeseung, the air in the room seems to thicken. He's so warm, so welcoming, and it takes everything in Jaeyun not to plunge into him right away. He teases at Heeseung's entrance, watching the way his eyes flutter closed and his breath hitches. "Open your eyes and look at me," he says again, his voice a little more insistent this time.
Heeseung does, his pupils blown wide with need. The sight of him like this, so open and trusting, makes Jaeyun's heart clench. He presses the tip of his cock against Heeseung's opening, feeling the heat and the tightness. "You're okay?" He asks, his voice a little shaky.
Heeseung nods, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep, shaky breath. "Yes," he whispers, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm okay."
Jaeyun leans in, his body pressing against Heeseung's as he slides into him inch by inch, their eyes locked together. He's never felt so connected to someone, so in sync with their every movement and emotion. He takes his time, watching as Heeseung's face contorts with pleasure and pain, his breath hitching with every gentle thrust.
"Relax," he murmurs, his voice a soft command that seems to resonate through Heeseung's body. "Take me in, baby."
Heeseung nods, his eyes squeezed shut, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He feels so full, so stretched, and yet it's not unpleasant. It's like coming home to a place that's always been there, waiting for him. He feels safe, cherished, loved.
"Won't you look at me?" Jaeyun whispers again, and Heeseung opens his eyes, his gaze locking with the other boy's. The connection between them is palpable, the air crackling with it. "You're doing so well," Jaeyun says, his voice gentle. He starts to move, slow and easy, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's.
Heeseung nods, his eyes searching Jaeyun's face. The short bursts of pain quickly turns to pleasure, and he finds himself moaning softly at the gentle rhythm that Jaeyun sets. It's like their bodies have always known each other, like they've been doing this forever. "Oh, fuck," Heeseung gasps, his hips moving to meet every one of Jaeyun's shallow thrusts. "It feels so good."
Jaeyun smiles, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's. "It does, doesn't it?" He says, his voice a low murmur. He leans down, pressing gentle kisses to Heeseung's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Heeseung arches his back, his nails digging into Jaeyun's shoulders. "More," he whispers, his voice needy. "Please, Jake-yah, more."
Jaeyun obliges, his hips moving a little faster, his cock sliding deeper into Heeseung's tight heat. He loves the way Heeseung feels around him, the way his body clenches and relaxes in perfect time with his movements. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Always so beautiful."
Heeseung's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as Jaeyun hits just the right spot. "Jaeyun, Jaeyun, Jaeyun."
Jaeyun's eyes darken with satisfaction at the way Heeseung's body reacts to him. "Be a little quieter, darling. You don't want my mom to hear you, do you?" he teases, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down Heeseung's spine.
Heeseung bites his lip, trying to muffle his moans as best as he can. "It's your fault," he whispers, his voice tight with pleasure. "You're too good at this."
Jaeyun chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through Heeseung's body. "You're just too sensitive," he teases, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more purposeful. He can feel Heeseung's muscles clenching around him, can feel the tension building again. "You're going to cum for me again, aren't you?"
Heeseung nods, his eyes glazed with need. "Yes," he whispers, his hips moving to meet each thrust. "Yes, I'm going to cum."
Jaeyun's eyes light up with victory, and he leans down to capture Heeseung's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Their tongues tangle together as their bodies move in perfect sync, each stroke of Jaeyun's cock sending waves of pleasure crashing through Heeseung's body. He's so close, so incredibly close, and he doesn't know how much more he can take.
Heeseung's nails dig into Jaeyun's back, his hips rising to meet each thrust. "Fuck, Jake-yah," he gasps into the kiss. "I'm gonna-"
Jaeyun swallows his words with a groan, feeling Heeseung's body tighten around him. He reaches between them, his thumb finding Heeseung's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers, his voice a heated breath against Heeseung's cheek.
Heeseung's eyes fly open, and he cries out as his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. His body convulses, his muscles clenching around Jaeyun's cock, his back arching off the bed. "Oh, god," he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, fuck."
Jaeyun groans, the pleasure of Heeseung's orgasm almost too much to handle. He kisses Heeseung's neck, his hips moving faster, his own climax approaching. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice strained. "I love watching you cum."
Heeseung's breath is coming in ragged gasps, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Jaeyun," he whispers, his voice a breathless plea. "I need you to cum too."
Jaeyun nods, his eyes hooded with lust as he watches Heeseung's face. He can feel his own orgasm building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing with every stroke. He reaches down to grip Heeseung's hips, holding him in place as he starts to fuck him in earnest, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Heeseung's eyes fly open, his gaze locking with Jaeyun's. "Harder," he gasps. "Fuck me harder."
Jaeyun's eyes widen with surprise at the sudden change in Heeseung's demeanor, but he doesn't hesitate. He grips Heeseung's hips tighter and increases his pace, the headboard of the bed knocking rhythmically against the wall. Heeseung's legs wrap around him, his heels digging into the small of Jaeyun's back, urging him deeper. The sound of their skin slapping together is punctuated by Heeseung's whimpers and moans, each one driving Jaeyun closer to the edge.
Jaeyun jolts when he feels nails raking down his back. He moans, his hips jerking as he buries himself deeper into Heeseung. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, his voice strained with effort. "You're gonna make me cum."
Heeseung nods, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Do it," he whispers. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your babies."
Jaeyun's eyes widen at Heeseung's words, the thought of claiming him so completely sending a rush of pleasure through his body. He thrusts deeper, harder, unable to resist the urge to mark Heeseung as his own. He can feel his orgasm approaching, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter. "Oh, god," he gasps, his voice shaking. "Heeseung, I'm gonna cum."
Heeseung's eyes widen, and he nods frantically, his hips meeting Jaeyun's thrusts with a desperation that speaks volumes. "Do it. Please, Jake-yah. I want to feel it."
Jaeyun's orgasm hits him like a freight train, his entire body tensing as he pours himself into Heeseung. He groans, his head falling forward as he bites back a shout, his eyes squeezed shut. Heeseung's name is a silent prayer on his lips, his heart pounding in his chest.
"thank you, thank you, thank you," Heeseung whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. His eyes are still closed, his body trembling.
Jaeyun pulls out gently, his heart racing. He leans down to kiss Heeseung's forehead, his eyes full of affection. "You're welcome, kitty," he murmurs, his voice still a little shaky. He rolls over to the side, pulling Heeseung with him so they're both lying on their sides, facing each other. "You okay?" He asks, his voice gentle.
Heeseung nods, his eyes still closed. "I'm fine," he whispers. "Better than fine." His cheeks are flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "That was..." He trails off, not quite finding the words to describe it.
Jaeyun chuckles softly, his hand coming up to trace Heeseung's cheek. "It was pretty amazing," he agrees, his voice still a little rough from the passion of moments ago. He presses a gentle kiss to Heeseung's forehead, his hand sliding down to card through his hair. "How do you feel?"
Heeseung opens his eyes to look at him, his gaze soft and content. "Wrecked," he says with a lazy smile. "But in the best way possible."
Jaeyun smiles back, his thumb brushing over Heeseung's swollen lips. "You look it," he teases, his own eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'll take care of you."
Heeseung nods, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I know," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you. But I'm really sleepy and I just want to... I don't know, just be with you."
Jaeyun's smile softens, and he pulls the covers over them both, wrapping Heeseung in his arms. "We can take a bath later," he says, his voice gentle. "For now, just rest."
Heeseung nods, his eyes already drifting shut. He feels so safe, so loved, lying here in Jaeyun's arms.
yoojung-yah
>hey!
> its 10:00
> did you to talk???
yoojung-yah
>i take it you did then
>good night heeseung ah!