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Rebound
Break up brought a different outcome for each person. For Eunho, it was him hating and blaming himself and looking for a rebound. He thought that maybe if he can’t be loved, then maybe someone can distract him from the thought. Diverting his attention from being too focused on the hollow in his heart even if it’s only for a few hours. Hoping the temporary enjoyment could save him, while pictures of the familiar face were haunting. He didn’t intend to meet and fall in love with someone new, it was never in his mind. Because no one could ever love him as hard as his past lover did, Hamin.
So it has come to this, Eunho sitting in the hotel bedroom waiting for someone to knock on the door. They agreed to meet today at this time, it was only fair to say that Eunho was a little nervous with a bit of guilt. What does this person really look like? They didn’t exchange face pictures because privacy matters, so looking at the build of this person was enough for Eunho to decide this person can rail him. Can he really be doing this after one month of break up? Well, it’s not like he’s not allowed to move on..
Indeed, life has to go on but the suffocating feeling that Eunho had to bear was heart-wrenching. He had to pretend to be breathing just fine, while every breath he took was a struggle. He had to fake he did okay, while every step he took was a battle. How could he continue his life when Hamin was all he knew all this time? How could people expect him to go on when Hamin was the one beside him at every moment? How could—
‘Knock knock’
Snapped out of zoning out, the knock on the door brough Eunho back to reality. He approached the door to greet the anonymous man he met online. He had no expectation on this man at all, he simply didn’t care. Eunho opened the door, his eyes found a man in a black t-shirt and a cap that he recognized, his nose smelled a scent that he remembered.
Oh, for God’s sake.
If God was joking now, it would be His hardest laugh. How did God manage such a wicked plot for this man’s fragile heart? To hell with character development, that could come later when he had healed. He must be enjoying the show, because it’s Yu-fucking-Hamin standing in front of Eunho.
Hamin stepped inside the room, closing the gap between him and Eunho who stood there frozen. The scent of musk that Hamin emitted was getting stronger to Eunho’s olfactory. The familiar scent that recollected memories of time being spent together flashed back to his mind. Anger? Shame? Confusion? Longing? Too much going on inside of Eunho’s head, mixture of emotions blending into complete silence, trying to grasp this shitty situation.
So many things to say, that despite all the unsent texts and unsaid feelings, he couldn’t say proper greetings that could mend their relationship. Stupid Eunho, he could only say, “What a surprise.”
“Indeed, what a surprise.” Hamin replied right away while taking off his cap showing his face.
Looking at that face, Eunho either wanted to punch or kiss it. Maybe kissing it after punching doesn’t sound too bad. He held that anger inside though it burnt his heart, many questions he was dying to ask, but instead the first question that came out was, “Who else did you fuck before this?”
Okay, maybe I should shut up.
Hamin smirked, he walked closer until he pinned Eunho to the wall. “None of your business. Do you really want to know? Or maybe… you missed me?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Fuck. He could’ve said yes then maybe things would go better.
“How about you? How many dicks did you suck already?” Hamin leaned his face to Eunho’s lips, it was like those times where he was about to reach for a kiss. Except this time Eunho couldn’t touch them, he shouldn’t touch them.
“None of your business.”
Hamin’s thumb stroked Eunho’s lips, touching the canine teeth. “Are we still gonna do what we planned to do?” Hamin asked gently but it was not the soft-spoken Hamin that Eunho knew. His gaze was off, something was different in him.
Silence, the question was a riddle that Eunho wasn’t able to answer. Hamin decided to open Eunho’s mouth with his thumb, he roughly slipped his tongue inside the mouth feeling the warmth he had been missing. The sound of the sloppy kiss showed that Eunho didn’t need to arrange a sentence to answer that question. However, it was not right to call it a kiss, as it was too sloppy, too fierce, too messy.
Eunho might be opening his mouth, but he didn’t really give in himself to let Hamin control his body like he used to. He bit Hamin’s lower lip out of anger, of why he walked away, of why he didn’t reply, of why he didn’t answer. Crimson blood released from Hamin’s mouth combined with their saliva, smeared around their lips. Eunho has every right to be angry, as he was a victim of Hamin’s cruelty.
The iron-like scent of blood mixed with Hamin’s scent that Eunho would always want to sniff for more in the morning. The ruby eyed gaze of Eunho’s fell to Hamin’s, whose eyes also flickered of anger, hurt, and tons of questions. Silence and intense staring contest filled up the room, but instead of a conversation Hamin started to lift Eunho and threw him to bed. He took off his shirt to reveal his body, and continued to devour Eunho’s lips.
Soft-touch of Hamin’s fingers tracing Eunho’s body never failed to make him shiver, it electrified him slowly. Hamin slowly took off Eunho’s t-shirt, looking at the flushed-pale skin waiting to be left some marks. It was still the same body that Hamin remembered, the body he worshipped in the middle of the night, the body he warmly embraced in the sunlight.
Almost lost in the touch, Eunho realized he shouldn’t lose against the man on top of him. He flipped to have Hamin underneath, his hands stroked down to find Hamin’s bulge.
“Your body still remembers, huh?” Eunho teased with his alluring gaze.
Rushly, Eunho unzipped his own pants in front of Hamin’s face. Hamin smirked and let out a sigh, “You’re into blood play?” Asked Hamin referring to the blood that still remained on their lips.
Eunho didn’t play any games, he went straight to the business where he opened Hamin’s mouth and put his dick inside Hamin’s warm mouth. There was no slight refusal movement from Hamin, just his usual head with no teeth, but a slight smear of blood accompanied the game this time.
“Ha… You sound—good, when you’re quiet…” said Eunho with an airy voice. He closed his eyes to shut one sensation and fully focused on the warmth from Hamin’s mouth, until a moan escaped from his lips.
Not wanting his hands to be free, Hamin pulled down Eunho pants to expose his bum that fit the size of his big hands. He stroked and gave them a squeeze before his two fingers were inserted inside. Hamin was still moving his head back and forth while his fingers danced around. Doing it exactly how Eunho likes, Hamin swirled his tongue and kissed the tip.
Eunho’s hands held onto the bedpost as he was on top, he threw his head back and let out a moan. “Ahh… ng—fuck Hamin.”
They were too familiar, the touch, the feeling, the sensation. It made Eunho’s head dizzy from too much perception. This tangled moment and feeling was too confusing, that his head was spinning. Really, who the hell thinks that the random stranger would be his own ex? What are the odds of your supposed-to-be-rebound being someone from your past? In the ocean of users on the internet?
It’s almost fucking zero, yet it never is zero.
At least, he had Hamin on his grip now, the one that once slipped away from his life. Be it coincidence or fate, maybe Eunho should thank them for the meeting they arranged.
One thing Eunho knew, looking at Hamin could ease away his ailing. So he did, then his blurry vision shifted clear.
Hamin pulled out the dick inside his mouth, looked up at Eunho, there were tears in those eyes that he held back. He sat himself up to face Eunho, making him sit on his lap.
“Are you done playing?” Hamin asked.
Eunho tried to steady his breath but failed, that question from Hamin crushed his heart. He finally got to see Hamin but he wasn’t even trying to mend things, only letting out his anger like a fool.
“Do you even miss me?” Eunho asked with a raspy voice that it almost cracked.
No words came from Hamin’s lips, but they were reaching for Eunho’s. Hamin kissed those lips with hunger, like Eunho was what he craved for weeks. His hands embraced and caressed the body, finally holding the body he was longing for. Suddenly, he felt something warm and wet on his cheek, it was tears from Eunho’s eyes.
“I’m so-I’m sorry…” Eunho said.
“No, I’m sorry.” Hamin replied, wiped the tears with his finger. “Do you want to stop here?”
Eunho shook his head, he interlaced his fingers with Hamin’s then kissed those knuckles. “No, please do me like you always do.”
A genuine smile unfolded from Eunho, something Hamin wished to see this whole time, something Hamin could only see from the old pictures the past weeks, something Hamin almost missed from his life.
Hamin cupped Eunho’s face and kissed him dearly, it was different from the one they had earlier. This one was deep, passionate, and desperately reaching for each other. Hamin slipped his tongue inside and shared the breath with Eunho. The kiss was not just a moment, it was a declaration that they have survived the battle.
“I’m thankful, I can still see how beautiful you are, hyung.” Hamin said as his face went lower to Eunho’s neck, finally leaving a mark on the blank white canvas.
Eunho clutched his hands to Hamin’s head, mouth open from the sensation of Hamin sucking his neck. He was flipped to lay on the bed, Hamin looking down at him with Eunho’s leg lifted.
“Hyung, I can’t hold this anymore.”
The suffocation in Hamin’s head and pants became unbearable. He threw away Eunho’s pants and his own, revealing their whole bodies where they can get to taste each other’s skin. When Hamin said he can’t hold, he really meant it. He tried to slide his dick into Eunho where it was still a bit tight, kind of a proof of how Eunho wasn’t messing around.
“Ah—! Angh… Hamin” Eunho whimpered.
“It’s okay, I’m here…” Hamin assured Eunho and continued kissing him while he slowly moved his hips deeper. “Please hold on, hyung”
Shower of kisses from Hamin was helpful, though Eunho held his breath from the pain of Hamin’s size inside. His hands brutally clutching to Hamin’s arm, nail dug to the skin. Eunho could finally feel it’s fully inside, how it filled his entire hole.
Hamin didn’t waste any second to move his hips, the pace was slow like he wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. His one hand held his own weight, and the other explored Eunho’s body.
“I miss you, hyung. Everyday.”
The devil in Eunho’s mind would say that should be another one of Yu Hamin’s crimes. He might purposefully say that during the intimacy, he could have said that because he was in the heat of the moment. Well, Eunho didn’t really care when he said that, for all he cared about was the fact of Hamin saying he missed him, of Hamin calling him, of Hamin making love to him.
“Hold me.” Eunho said like he was pleading with his tears as he clung his arm to Hamin’s neck.
Hamin put his body on top of Eunho, holding him and kissing him around the neck. His hips started to thrust a little harder, and his mouth sucked a little deeper. Eunho wrapped his legs tighter around Hamin’s body. The skin to skin of their body sweating, desperately giving each other pleasure and letting out the suppressed longing.
“Hamin.. Hh–I’m close.”
“Let it out, hyung. Come for me.”
Hamin set the pace faster, he locked his eyes into his used-to-be-past-lover who looked beautiful as always with his blushed cheek from the heat. Eunho closed his eyes, his grip on Hamin’s arm was tightened, his mouth open, and his body arched. It was seconds of heaven for him.
Setting aside his ego, Hamin pulled out his dick and caressed Eunho’s temple. He looked exhausted, probably it was too emotionally draining that everything happened too fast. Eunho opened his tired eyes and found Hamin’s face staring at him.
“Hi.” Eunho said with a smile.
“Hi.”
Just like they first met, it was a simple hi that marked their reunion. It may not be a rebound that Eunho intended to, but it was a reunion that he secretly yearned for. Because maybe, they are two individuals written in a loop, where they always found their way to each other.
–End.