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Kim Woonhak has always been kinda pathetic.
Taesan means this is an endearing way, hear him out. The first time they ever met, Taesan just got ambushed after playing live in their high school festival by a shorter fluffy haired kid from the year below him.
It’s like he can still hear 10th Grade Woonhak’s voice going: “Woah, hyung— sorry, can I call you hyung? Your bass is so cool, where did you get it? And that lick you played at the bridge over the guitar riff, it was like dum da dum da da— you know that one, I can’t get it out of my head, you’re so cool, hyung— I play the drums you know, do you think we could jam soon?”
And from that moment on Woonhak refused to stop following him around.
Followed him and their little friend group of 6 all the way up to the same university, despite being a year below all of them.
No matter all the petty little fights and endless ragebaiting, it was like Woonhak was permanently set to “starstruck look” mode whenever his eyes landed on Taesan.
He wasn’t subtle about it either.
Taesan doesn’t know when it exactly started, he’s just always somewhat known. Perhaps it's when they play in gigs and Taesan hears the drums go a little harder than they should and he just knows it’s all to impress him. Or when he asks Woonhak to carry his bass case around for him and Woonhak complains the entire time but doesn’t waste even a second to pick it up. And whenever Woonhak makes a joke or does something particularly cool— his eyes always find Taesan’s first.
So it didn’t really come as a surprise when Woonhak baptized the beginning of his 2nd year in University by getting on his knees and confessing his feelings to Taesan.
No, like— literally, he told Taesan to sit on his bed then knelt down to get a box from underneath it. A sleek rectangular box, looking way too classy when it opened to reveal a bass guitar strap that Woonhak got customized for him. It was sturdy with his T.S. initials engraved, black and purple with punk iconography all over, and it suited his Warwick bass guitar like it was always meant to be there.
Then Woonhak placed the bass strap on Taesan's lap, and held his hands as he blushed and fumbled over his words waxing poetry about how he’s been in love with Taesan since the 11th Grade.
Non-verbatim, it went something like: “Hyung, you taught me that it was possible to love something more than music. So can you please give me a chance? Just one?”
Taesan forgot all the other details probably because of the blood rushing to his head— heartbeat going at a tempo so fast even Woonak wouldn’t be able to keep up with it. And he remembers mostly thinking that Woonhak was crazy stupid— stupid enough not to not realize he’s been given all the chances for the past 4 years that they’ve known each other.
Every time Taesan took that extra time and effort from his day to help him with his drum practice or to wipe his tears from crying over something trivial like a sad kdrama ending. Taesan doesn’t just give his attention to anyone. So yeah, maybe he was head over heels too when he played in that school festival in his 11th Grade and noticed one of the audience members staring shamelessly at him with a gaping mouth and stars in his eyes.
Woonhak is his favorite person, always has been and always will be. No one is cuter or more endearing than him and Taesan is going to die on that hill.
So, how did Taesan respond? To put it simply, he pulled Woonhak onto the bed and let him fuck his thighs.
What? He’s got priorities. And anyways Taesan wins because they’ve been dating for 2 months and counting.
So yes, Kim Woonhak is totally pathetic— but he’s Taesan’s pathetic boyfriend, okay? Taesan’s the only one who can get him stumbling around following his every whim and tripping over himself just to make Taesan laugh.
And seeing this side of Woonhak all the time is precisely why Taesan has completely forgotten how cool he actually is.
Let’s take off the Taesan-colored glasses and reevaluate the current information— Woonhak is a computer science major who is constantly sociable, on top of his academics, has good fashion sense, confident, charming, hot, and can also play the drums. Taesan is many things but most of all he’s someone with high standards.
And underneath that goofy exterior, of course he knows his Woonhak is probably the most popular guy in his year— he wouldn’t expect anything less.
It’s just that Taesan is also someone who hasn’t ever learned to like sharing.
Taesan has spent around 4 years around Woonhak and what he’s learned is that Woonhak is funniest when he isn’t trying. He isn’t like Riwoo who has an endless list of witty puns and one-liners— Woonhak just uses way too much slang and likes to yell a lot. So he’s funny just as he is— breaking things without meaning to, having that dumb goofy look over his face, walking around with messy hair and his cute little snaggletooth.
So there is absolutely no reason for that girl to be keeled over laughing gripping onto Woonhak’s bicep like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.
Taesan has been double parked on the sidewalk of the Computer Science building for 5 minutes now, meant to be picking up his boyfriend— but Woonhak seems to be preoccupied with his classmate.
Okay maybe Taesan should have called him over but he’s waiting for the moment Woonhak realizes that his classmate has a crush on him. Woonhak can be dumb like that sometimes, a bit too oblivious to notice how interested others are in him.
Taean's eyebrow twitches when his watch’s clock hands pass through another minute— letting out a tiny huff as he continues to stare from afar.
When Taesan pulled over 5 minutes ago Woonhak was already waiting by the building entrance, then a short girl with a bob cut and a miniskirt tapped him on the shoulder to give him a piece of paper, probably notes. Taesan isn’t stupid, he’s done that move before— called Woonhak over to give him the drum sheet for their next set, only so he could have some extra time with him— Taesan might not know her name but he knows what she's doing. Or at least what she’s trying to do.
But Woonhak, ever so sweet and stupid, just earnestly says thank you as he grabs the papers— pays no mind to the way she tucks her hair behind her ear and blinks up at him from under her eyelashes. Eventually she reached out her hand and Woonhak took it, probably introducing herself so she could work her way up to Woonhak’s number— Taesan rolls his eyes— all while Woonhak thinks he’s making a new friend.
Whatever-her-name-is covers her mouth as she giggles while Woonhak rambles about something (probably nonsense). She takes half a step closer to him and— yep, Taesan’s had enough.
He starts rolling down his window and in between the gradient shift of his tinted windows to the lens of reality he sees her playfully push Woonhak on the chest— exclaims something to him in between her laughter, probably something like “Oh my god, Woonhak, stop!”— but instead of putting her hand back down she keeps it there, on his boyfriend's chest.
The windshield isn’t even halfway down when Taesan lets out the longest honk from his car horn that he’s ever done. “Hey, Kim Woonhak! How long are you going to take, or are you planning on paying for my gas, huh?”
“Oh, hyung!” Woonhak exclaims, head whipping around so fast it could have spun 360 degrees from the force alone. And Taesan feels satisfaction seep into his skull a little bit when Woonhak, no hesitation whatsoever, turns around to pick up his bag from the floor and starts bounding down the stairs to Taesan’s car. “I gotta go now— it was nice meeting you Ha-eun, thanks again for the notes!”
Taesan sees the flash of disappointment flicker on her face and he doesn’t spare her a second glance as he rolls his car window back up.
The door at the passenger seat opens and Taesan purposefully stills his face into that nonchalant look he’s worked hard to master— despite Woonhak immediately polluting the sanctity of his car space, dumping his bag onto the floor and putting on the seatbelt.
“Sorry hyung, I didn’t notice you were parked already.” Woonhak’s voice drowns out Red Hot Chilli Peppers playing through the speakers. “Did you wait long?” He asks as he brushes the hair out of his face and leans across the car seat without waiting for an answer— then presses a kiss on Taesan’s cheek.
Taesan’s heart flutters for half a beat. “How stupid are you really?”
“Huh!?” Woonhak reacts, he’s got that offended look on his face. “Hey— what happened to hi, hello, how are you? I give you a kiss and you call me stupid, what did I do to you?”
“She wants you.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“So you really are stupid, huh.”
Woonhak doesn’t look as he crumples up the notes he was handed and shoves it into his backpack. “I’m just asking! Who are you talking about? Ha-eun?”
Taesan juts out his bottom lip a bit and shifts his gaze to the windshield.
“Hyung!” He can hear Woonhak whine at him. “I literally just met her 5 minutes ago. She was just laughing!”
“Yeah, and you’re not that funny.”
“Hey— now that’s too far, hyung.” Woonhak complains to him, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth dropped open like one of Leehan’s pet fishes, hands prostrated in front of him like he doesn’t know what he did wrong.
“Whatever, we’re going to my dorm.” Taesan says decisively, finally shifting his car into drive as he gets out of the building waiting area.
“What— why? You said we were going to try out the new ramen place near the library.” Of course Woonhak remembers that, always so worried about food.
“I’m not in the mood for ramen anymore.”
“Hyung, but you promised! C’mon, I’ve been looking forward to it the entire day, and I haven’t even gone there yet because I want to try it with you. Are you really mad at me? How can I fix it? I’m sorry, but seriously— like, for real, nothing was going on.”
“Okay, fine. Do you want to go to the library and eat ramen or do you want to go home and have me instead, hm?”
And from the corner of Taesan’s eye he sees Woonhak perk up— his metaphorical tale wagging; you can almost hear it slapping the car seat.
“Huh?” Woonhak responds, head (seemingly) empty.
“Decide already, the next turn depends on our destination. Where are we going, baby?”
“Your dorm. Let’s— yeah, um, let’s go home, mhm.” He responds stiffly, settling back onto the passenger seat, all satiated just like that.
Taesan replays that conversation in his head later that night when he’s riding Woonhak's face.
“Shit, Woonhakie.” Taesan gasps out, losing breath incredibly fast. Woonhak eats ass like he kisses, full of tongue— sloppy style, just the way he knows Taesan likes it. He keeps his hands on Woonhak's bare chest to support his weight as his thighs frame the younger boy's face.
And all that weight just falls when Woonhak openly sucks on his rim. “Woonhak! Agh—” Taesan's legs fold even further when the heat in his belly simmers enough to hurt, full lower body pulled to rest on top of Woonhak’s open mouth. A strong forearm wraps around his hip, while another starts to stroke Taesan's swollen cock.
Woonhak always gets like this when they’re in bed, does it the same way he does anything when Taesan is involved— with his full attention and effort. Always gotta service him the best way he can, gets to work enthusiastically even without Taesan asking. And isn’t Taesan so lucky for that? Getting to have such a sweet, cute boyfriend who can also fuck him just the way he wants it? A boyfriend who can cuddle him anytime he wants while also being able to eat him out like he’s permanently trying to carve out the shape of his insides with only his tongue.
So Taesan starts rocking his hips. “What the fuck. Woonhakie— baby, don’t stop, fuck—” and it goes in tandem with the tongue trying to reach deeper inside him and the tight grip to thrust into.
Taesan feels like a ticking time bomb, on the verge of wreaking havoc, and Woonhak is a bomb diffuser fucking around and finding out. Taesan throws away all pretense of daintiness and grinds his lower half all over Woonhak's face until the sensation between his dick and his hole blur together in one sweet buzz of pleasure.
Oftentimes when they’re in bed Taesan always comes first, and it’s not like he asks for it or anything, Woohak is just that dedicated. The moment Woonhak gets permission, he’s like a dog that’s just been told his release word— hands and mouth immediately anywhere he can reach and Taesan unravels just as quickly. Honestly, Woonhak has got to have a fixation or something, because sometimes it all happens too fast and Taesan is left heaving and thrumming with that post-orgasm haze before he even knows what happens.
So, Taesan isn’t surprised that it doesn't take long for him to feel that familiar sense of pressure as his thighs start to quiver even more from the soreness— stuck in that precipice, about to cum but not yet there. And Taesan lets out something akin to a whine, high-pitched and needy. “Baby— more.”
And Woonhak moves his hand from his hip onto the curve of his ass then pulls it apart wider so he can get in deeper. And Taesan just loses it. He can feel Woonhak's nose press onto his crack, a stray finger grazing just the side of his hole, and the hand around his cock strokes him faster.
Taesan's orgasm washes over him unexpectedly despite being on the brink of the sensation just a short while ago, and cum spurts all over Woonhak’s chest.
Taesan moans out long and breathy— he makes sure to keep his eyes open despite the daze that comes with a satisfying orgasm while Woonhak strokes Taesan through it, still rough and fast so the cum spatters everywhere, down Woonhak’s shoulders and on the bed. Taesan’s thighs shake uncontrollably, instinctively trying to close despite Woonhak’s head being in obstruction.
Taesan rushedly swats his palms against Woonhak’s chest in a tap out motion. “Ah— Woonhak, too much—” Is what he tries to say when Woonhak pushes him to sit even lower, getting impossibly deeper, rapidly flicking his tongue in and out Taesan’s quivering hole. Words are too difficult to verbalize so Taesan lets out a wanton mewl as his cock spurts out even more cum— hands still swatting weakly, entire body squirming as a slave to the force of his orgasm.
And through it all, a dirty sense of vindication still fills him as Taesan stares at his dick continuing to leak all over Woonhak— something like; that’ll teach Ha-eun to grab his boyfriend's chest again.
Taesan is still convulsing when he finishes coming, slowly lifting his ass from Woonhak's face with shaky legs. From behind him, his boyfriend lets out a loud groan— you know, the kind you make when you’re full after finishing a meal. “Hmm… Itadamikasu.” You can practically hear the grin from Woonhak’s voice alone.
Taesan grimaces as he crawls a bit forward in an attempt to reach Woonhak’s crotch. “Ugh, why do you always have to be so cringey? Also, they say that before meals, not after.”
“You can’t expect me to listen to you when your ass is still in front of my face, Taesan hyung.”
“Shush, let me suck you off.”
“Wait, hyung— don’t.” Woonhak says with an alarmed tone and Taesan was just about to be offended when he cups Woonhak's dick through his shorts only to realize that it’s damp.
Ridiculously damp actually, it’s soft but squelches with the feel of what can only be described as copious amounts of semen. It should be criminal the way Taesan’s eyes fill with what can only be observed as genuine glee as he stares at Woonhak’s squirming legs, absolutely satisfied with the idea that his boyfriend came in his pants untouched just from eating him out.
It’s enough to have him let go of his entire body, letting himself go completely dead weight on top of Woonhak— nuzzling his face onto his softening cock just to feel the dampness graze the tip of his tongue. “Woonhakie… I didn’t know you were such a pervert.”
“Fuck, hyung— you’re so sexy I could probably cum just from looking at you, not gonna lie.”
Taesan smiles behind his hand as Woonhak manhandles his dead weight to settle comfortably on the bed— of course, Woonhak didn’t forget to provide him with the mandatory kisses all over his thighs.
“Oh— sorry, am I at the wrong room? I’m looking for Woonhak hyung….” A boy with the widest brown eyes Taesan has ever seen stands at the doorstep of Woonhak's dorm.
Taesan’s classes end earlier on Tuesdays and Thursdays so he always ends up loitering around in Woonhak's dorm while waiting for Woonhak to finish his own set of classes— he’s got spare keys and boyfriend privileges, of course. But this is the first time someone's ever visited Woonhak’s dorm while he was around.
Anyways, the boy bows politely, hands resting on his brown (vintage?) messenger bag strap, eyes gazed over Taesan’s shoulder, flickering back and forth as he tries to look behind Taesan and into the dorm.
Taesan decides to put him out of his misery. “Woonhak as in Kim Woonhak, right? You’re in the right place, this is his dorm.”
“Ah!” The boy exclaims, eyes darting back to make eye contact with Taesan like he just connected the dots. “So you’re his roommate?”
“No, I’m his boyfriend.” Taesan deadpans, “And you are?”
The boy looks like a deer caught in headlights as his eyes try to subtly look Taesan up and down, mouth still open from his previous question. Taesan already changed into something more comfortable since he got to the dorm— which consists of Woonhak’s joggers and Woonhak’s old jersey from his time in their highschools baseball team.
“I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything, my bad, oh my god— I can leave now, so sorry again—” The boy starts to stumble over his words as he abruptly turns to leave.
“Oh, no it’s fine, don't worry, Woonhak isn’t home yet.” Taesan stops him. “What did you need from him, maybe I can help you with it?”
“Ah, I needed to talk to him about our faculty band but he isn’t here so…” The boy trails off. Taesan can’t help but think that it would have been so simple for this random guy to simply message Woonhak on instagram or something— Woonhak is very obviously active on his social media accounts— but he made sure to take his time to travel and visit Woonhak in person… at his dorm.
“You want to wait for him inside?” Taesan asks, letting his signature grin stretch across his mouth— the smile that Sungho chides him for looking childish. “Woonhak’s class should be over by now, he’s probably even on his way back already.”
The boy hums, pretending to be in thought, as he decides whether to stay or to go.
As possessive as Taesan is over his things (read: Kim Woonhak), he isn’t cruel enough to torture some random kid who probably has a harmless crush on his boyfriend. “What’s your name?” Taesan asks.
“...Jiho.”
“Nice, I’m Taesan, you can call me hyung if you want. What’s your favorite brand of chips? Let’s raid Woonhak’s stash.” Taesan says as he turns back and jerks his head in direction to the dorm, leaving space for Jiho, who bows as he enters, skittish and quiet like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.
Jiho stands at the center of the dorm, taking in the small messy space that Woonhak lives in. His dorm is a humble space but still relatively nicer than the dorms on university campus. It contains a small kitchen area with a small couch and desk with the most impressive PC set up that a broke college student can have— Woonhak’s electric drum set packed up in a box next to it (his acoustic drum set exists back in their home town). His bedroom exists in another room with his closet, a bed, and shelves of anime figurines, pictures, awards, and other random trinkets Woonhak decorated his room with.
As Jiho sits down stiffly on the couch, his eyes remain pointed gazed at the wall next to Woonhak’s PC covered in photobooth pictures with their friends from across the years— including a polaroid taken during Woonhak's graduation where Taesan has his hand ruffled in hair.
Taesan grins to himself as he bends down to grab whatever chips he can find in Woohak’s kitchen cabinet. “So, Jiho. You’re a first year?”
Jiho’s attention shifts back to him. “Oh, yes I am, um— computer science just like Woonhak hyung. Um… what about you?”
Taesan throws a big bag of salted egg chips to Jiho who catches it from the couch. “I take Psychology.” He stays leaning against the kitchen counter and he watches as Jiho tries and fails to rip open the chip packet.
“Oh!” Jiho reacts, he does it enthusiastically— kinda like how Woonhak reacts 10 times larger than is required for any conversation. “So… you and Woonhak met in high school?” Jiho gestures to Taesan's shirt, their highschool logo a big red design at the center of the jersey.
“Yeah, I didn’t play baseball though— this is Woonhak’s.” Taesan snickers as he bounds towards Jiho on the couch. “We were friends in high school even if I was a year above and way too cool for him.” He crouches a bit as he grabs the chip bag from Jiho’s hands and in one swift motion, rips the top open and hands it back to him.
Jiho’s eyes widen even more (if that’s possible) and his ears turn red— an awkward smile over his face. “Oh, thank you um— thank you, Taesan hyung.” All of a sudden he finds the sofa arm really interesting as he shoves a chip in his mouth.
“You’re so cute Jiho.” Taesan honestly says, eyes wrinkling as he giggles behind his mouth, moving to sit next to Jiho on the small couch. “What did you want to tell Woonhak about the faculty band?”
That question perks him up right away, head jerking to make eye contact with Taesan once more like a sleeper agent being activated. “He needs to play drums for us please! You know how hard it is to find a drummer anywhere? It’s been 3 months since we called for auditions and we still don’t have a drummer. He doesn’t need to commit or anything but we have to perform for the org fair in like a week and it’s so hard to practice without a drummer— just this one time, just this once, can Woonhak hyung play for us, please?” Jiho’s hands are in prayer position, interlocked together like he’s prostrating himself in front of Taesan.
Taesan chuckles. “Why are you asking me like that? I’m not his owner.”
“I’ve asked Woonhak hyung 3 times already and he keeps saying no, so I wanted to ask him one more time to— you know— beg properly because we really are having a hard time…” Jiho’s hands move from prayer to face palm. Taesan gets it, having an incomplete band when a gig is near is something that can drive you damn near insane.
“Woonhak’s the only drummer you guys know?” Taesan raises his eyebrow.
“Hyung, we have standards too, you feel?” Jiho gives him this incredulous look. “There are so many people out there who think they can play the drums just because they have decent tempo. But Woonhak hyung is a drummer drummer, you know?”
Oh Taesan knows.
Jiho continues passionately. “And it’s so hard to play really well when your drummer has no idea what they’re doing, it throws everyone off like crazy— and the rest of our band is pretty good too, I mean— Yunjin noona has been playing guitar for years, she's basically professional at this point so we can’t just get some beginner!” Jiho claps his hands. “And anyways— as the new bassist I refuse to just let our rhythm section go to hell by getting a subpar drummer to play with us, it has to be Woonhak hyung— at least just this first time!”
Oh so Jiho is a bassist, and suddenly everything starts to make sense. It would explain Jiho’s general obsession or idolization of Woonhak; drummers and bassists always come in pairs.
Taesan is spiritually attached to his bass guitar, he’s been playing since he was 10 years old using his fathers old bass guitar, and the Warwick bass was Taesan’s 16th birthday gift— he cried when he received it. Bassists are generally an endangered species too, maybe not as much as drummers, but definitely enough for him to always be the designated bassist whenever one was needed for performances in church, high school festivals and fairs.
When he met Woonhak he thought he was just one drummer of many, someone who can do enough to get the band through a whole set and that would be it. But Woonhak was, to put it simply, phenomenal.
Taesan has never been this in the pocket with a drummer before— and he takes his music very seriously. He makes sure to practice at least 1 hour every day, he studies the theory, and he’s been dissecting his original beats for years, Taesan masters his art enough to be considered a music student. And Woonhak just came bounding in with perfect technique and control— his raw talent was jaw dropping honestly, because of course Woonhak is self-taught, his hard work is all completely his own and his confidence would make you think he invented the act of drumming itself.
So yeah, from one bassist to another, Taesan understands Jiho on a molecular level.
“You think he’s that good, huh?” Taesan teases him in the middle of his sudden rant.
“Well— I mean— he is that good. We need him pretty badly…”
Oh Taesan can imagine Jiho does need Woonhak that bad, alright…
A jingle of keys rattle for a millisecond and the door opens.
“Hyung, can we order pad thai tonight? I think I might pass out if I don’t get to eat in the next 30 minutes— Oh! Jiho, what’s up? Hey, man!” Woonhak enters like he owns the place (which he does), going from complaining to an immediate 180 when he realizes that they have company.
Woonhak drops his bag with no care whatsoever on the floor next to the couch. “Hi, hyung.” He quickly says while giving a peck to the crown of Taesan’s head— his ears burn. “Jiho, what are you doing here?”
Jiho’s ears also burn when Woonhak gives him his attention. “Oh– er, um, I just wanted to ask— erm…” He sputters.
“Tsk, don’t be messy.” Taesan tuts at Woonhak as he stands, grabbing Woonhak’s bag on his way to place it on his dorm desk. “He came to tell you that you’re playing for the faculty band next week.”
Jiho makes a noise of surprise when Taesan announces the news, a sound between confusion and embarrassment. Jesus, how was this kid originally planning to even ask Woonhak all on his own?
“Huh?” Woonhak says intelligently. “Is this for the org fair again? Hyung, you know the gig is next week Friday, right? The same day you said you wanted to go camping right after classes?”
Oh. So Woonhak rejected an opportunity to perform because he wanted to follow Taesan’s plans. He’d be lying if Taesan said his chest doesn’t puff out a bit at the pride of being chosen so blatantly and unconditionally, the corners of his mouth tilting ever so slightly.
“We can go camping another time, the org fair is only going to happen that one day of the semester. Don’t be selfish, be a good hyung and help out your dongsaengs, you know?” Taesan elongates the honorifics teasingly, raising his eyebrow as a challenge.
Woonhak scoffs at him. “Is this reverse psychology or something?”
“Damn, just say you don’t want to help Jiho out if that’s what you mean.”
“No! No— why do you always put words in my mouth!?.” Woonhak whines at him, bringing his palms up as a motion to deny the accusation, kind of like how traffic enforcers tell cars to stop in the middle of the road. He turns to Jiho. “Jiho, I would love to play drums for you guys.”
And the reaction is instantaneous.
“Really!? Are you sure, hyung?” But Jiho is already standing and leaning all over Woonhak's space. “We only have 2 planned practice days left before the gig, but I’m sure you can catch up just fine. Hyung, you’re a lifesaver, like— seriously. Oh my god—”
Woonhak smiles politely as he pats Jiho on the back to soothe his excitement. He glances at Taesan from over Jiho’s shoulder, gives him a look that means something like; What’s up with you?
Taesan looks back at him like: I got you a gig, be grateful.
“Woonhak hyung, I’ll add you to the GC with the rest of the band, okay?” Jiho continues to ramble as Woonhak slowly guides him back to the doorway. “Seriously, you’re so cool, I promise you won’t regret this. You’ll love our set list too, it’s so fresh—” Jiho stops to turn and look at Taesan. “Thank you, Taesan hyung, it was nice meeting you!” His smile is the widest it’s been since he knocked on Woonhak’s doorstep.
Taesan smiles at him and gives him a wave as Jiho gets ushered out the doorway.
When Woonhak comes back inside the dorm there’s only one thing he says. “What was that all about?”
“What? You didn’t want to do the gig?” Taesan asks him as he walks over to drape his arms all over Woonhak’s shoulders, clinging on to him like he always loves to do.
“No, no— it’s not that.” He hears Woonhak say by his ear as his arms wrap around Taesan’s waist. “You’ve just been really excited to go camping but you’re rescheduling for this. You don’t have to do that, you know? You’re more important to me, they won’t die just because I won’t drum for them.”
And Taesan’s face flushes completely, grateful that he can hide his face in the crook of Woonhak’s neck. Woonhak likes saying the boldest things sometimes, just announces his love and adoration like he’s commenting on the weather— like it’s the most natural thing for him, as if it would be even weirder if he didn’t constantly make it obvious how obsessed he is with Taesan. And Taesan doesn’t know what to do with it sometimes, always being more of an acts of service guy instead of words of affirmation.
“Well, I realized I wanted to see you drum more, it’s been a while.” Taesan says, muffled by Woonhak’s shirt. “And every time you have a gig it’s with me so I can’t just enjoy the performance, because I’m part of it.”
“Alright… if you say so.” Woonhak says, unconvinced. “Let’s go camping the week after then, okay?”
And it’s so sweet, that after all that Woonhak goes back to the camping trip that Taesan’s heart was previously set on. So Taesan has no other choice but to start wrapping his legs around Woonhak’s torso— the cuteness aggression manifests like this most of the time, Woonhak is a tree and Taesan is climbing him like a koala.
“Wh— hyung, what is it now? I’m hungry, let’s order food now, hurry— why are you climbing me!?” Woonhak complains, but his arms immediately readjust to wrap around Taesan more securely, as they (two grown men who are over 6 feet tall) stumble around his dorm in a mix of cuddling and playfighting.
Watching Kim Woonhak play live is like watching a bird do a mating dance.
The sun sets beautifully behind the stage as the crowd yells, a sea of stalls line the sidewalk and grass areas of different university organizations recruiting new members or random vendors selling food and trinkets.
Taesan zooms in his camera to focus on only Woonhak— a difficult endeavor considering the drummer is always at the back, but he makes it work even with the occasional photobomber from the band's guitar player.
They’re playing something easy— Island in the Sun by Weezer, and Woonhak is just steadily holding the beat, looking way too cool with his dark brown hair brushed backwards to reveal his forehead, a single silver necklace adorning his neck, white tee with red flannel wrapped— not wearing, but tied— over his shoulders, topped off with shades.
He looks so goofy but so hot at the same time it’s giving Taesan heart burn and he can’t help the perpetual smile plastered on his face whenever Woonhak does something particularly cute— which is just his entire existence at this point.
It shouldn’t work, honestly, everything Woonhak does is kind of textbook cringey; with his head grooving to the music and his tongue sticking out of his mouth like it’s permanently stuck there— but Taesan just wants to squish his cute ass face and brush his hands in his hair, trace the bump of his adams apple with his fingertips, and shove his face down Woonhak’s—
“Pfft, keep it in your pants.” An annoying voice snickers and Taesan's big smile turns into a grimace, eyebrows furrowed.
Taesan turns off the video when the song ends. “Leehan, what are you still doing here?”
“You asked me to come with you.” Leehan accuses him, chin jerking out to point at him, hands preoccupied with holding the cup of tteokbokki that he bought a while ago.
“No I didn’t. I told you I was going here then you followed me.”
“Semantics, or whatever.” Leehan takes a pause to swallow a bite. “You’re smiling, how turned on are you right now?”
“Stop being a freak.” Taesan deadpans, shaking his head.
“I’m just saying.” Leehan starts to say as the band begins their last song— Santeria by Sublime, and Taesan immediately starts recording again. “You only wear those ripped jeans and leather jacket when you want to look hot. Chill man, no one's trying to take him from you.”
“But they are.” A traitorous part of Taesan’s brain thinks.
Woonhak’s snaggletooth glints mesmerizingly under the setting sun as his head jerks to face directly where Taesan stands, just a few steps away from the front of the outdoor stage. Jiho wasn’t lying when he said Woonhak could catch up to their set list with no problem. Well, Santeria isn’t a song for beginners for sure, but it’s relatively easy enough for a drum veteran like Woonhak to breeze through it— and he breezes through the entire set like he does with his rhythm games on easy mode.
All of a sudden, Woonhak's head lowers so he can make eye contact with Taesan over his shades. Woonhak then gives him the most exaggerated wink he can muster without letting his shades drop from his nose— and then starts chuckling to himself— all while staying ridiculously locked into the music.
It’s so cute and attractive Taesan can’t help but giggle to himself for a bit— it’s insane, truly— biting his lip to stop his smile from getting wider, blatantly ignoring Leehan’s disgusted expression next to him.
Later, when their set is over and the band gets their things from the classroom-turned-holding room, Taesan ditches Leehan to meet Woonhak by the door.
The first thing he does is squish and pink Woonhak’s cheeks.
“Wow, when did our Woonhakie get so good, huh?” Taesan teases with every pinch to his nape and cheek, because duh, everyone knows he’s always been good. “Were you trying to be nonchalant up there or something? Not even looking at your drum set or technique.”
“Yeah, and you took a video of the whole thing.” Woonhak leans back to point a finger in Taesan’s face, chuckling all throughout.
“Woonhak!”
They both turn to see Ha-eun walking over, this time wearing a pencil skirt paired with a cardigan— she’s got this soft look about her.
Taesan doesn’t let go of him, simply lets Woonhak face her as he stays draped over and behind him, arm around his neck and chest, chin resting over Woonhak’s shoulder.
Her footsteps falter the closer she gets, an awkward look settling on her face. “I just wanted to say you did great out there…”
“Thanks!” Oh Woonhak, always so earnest and sincere. “Everyone was so good, it was a great experience to get to jam with them. Glad you enjoyed the show.”
And in almost comedic timing, Jiho stumbles out the door, a massive bass guitar case slung over his back, eyes a bit wide and disoriented. “Woonhak hyung! I was just looking for you.” He abruptly stops when he makes eye contact with Taesan. “Oh… hi, Taesan hyung.”
“Hey, Jiho.” Taesan smiles, from his place perched over Woonhak, one arm dangling over Woonhak’s chest and the other bent up to lightly stroke over his nape.
“Oh, you were looking for me?” Woonhak asks. “What did you need me for?”
“Ah— I just wanted say, um…” Jiho trails off, eyes fixated on the ground as he grips the strap of his guitar case tightly, fidgeting with the loose threads.
The irony doesn’t miss Taesan, you could turn this into a math equation. 2 lovers have a romantic moment and get interrupted by 2 people who have a crush on one of them. Assuming that both lovers are obsessed with each other and the 2 admirers are planning to confess, how many people are going home crying?
Taesan can tell you how many.
“I just wanted to say thank you again, you know, for doing the drums today.” Jiho’s voice sounds strained. “We really appreciated it.”
He almost feels bad when Woonhak pries himself out of Taesan’s hold. “Jiho, it’s no problem, like for real. Good luck with your future gig’s, you guys are crazy good.” He grips Taesan’s hand in his own as Woonhak starts to pull them towards the direction of the parking lot. “My boyfriend and I have plans though so we gotta go now. It was nice seeing you Ha-eun! And bye Jiho!”
And just like that, Woonhak leaves them both standing there and doesn’t even glance back, not even once.
As a reward for doing such a good job today Taesan treated Woonhak to beef. Afterwards, he was planning on taking him back to his dorm to watch a movie of his choice— probably Spiderman or something dorky like that and Taesan could baby him until they both fell asleep.
Or at least that was what he was planning to do, so how exactly did they get here, with Woonhak 3 fingers knuckle deep inside of him?
“F– fuck, Woonhak.” Taesan moans, whimpers as the fingers— long and sturdy, stroke the inside of his walls. It’s filthy how the room fills up with the sound of squelching— lube dripping down his ass cheeks and onto the bed. Their leather jacket and flannel lay somewhere on the floor, one of the first things to come off as soon as they got to the dorm. Taesan already lays bare on Woonhak’s bedsheets while his boyfriend still remains fully clothed.
Woonhak is leaning back on his knees, a good angle to stare directly at how Taesan’s hole sucks his fingers in, other hand gripping his inner thigh to keep his legs open. Taesan can only weakly reach to grip at the hem of Woonhak's white tee. “Take this off already.” He tries to say scoldingly but it comes out more as a whine.
That gets Woonhak out of his perverted trance, glancing up to make eye contact with him, suddenly grinning from ear to ear. “You need me that bad, hyung?” He teases paired with a particularly pointed press of his index finger directly over his prostate.
Taesan’s body lurches, both hands gripping the sheets next to his head—gripping and pulling at the blanket under him like he could wrench himself back into sanity. Taesan’s legs try to close around his waist but Woonhak's grip on his thigh is strong, and he keeps him spread open, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace.
“Woonhakie.” Taesan sobs out.
“What do you need, hyung? You know I’d do anything you say.”
“I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?” Woonhak asks, a challenge, his grin turning into a smirk as he looks down at Taesan.
“You know what.” He grumbles out, head thrown back to avoid eye contact.
“Sorry hyung, I’m kinda stupid. You have to tell me what you want.” Woonhak responds, voice lowering in volume like he’s trying to tell him a secret.
And Taesan burns. Flushed everywhere at this point from his dick to his ears, a sizzling warmth overwhelms him to the point that his eyes tear up, the kind of heat you feel when you get a fever but instead of pain it’s just that pleasant sense of delirium.
With eyes squeezed shut, Taesan feels Woonhak let go of his thigh, arm coming up to settle on the bedsheet next to his torso.
And a sudden wetness lands on his nipple.
Taesan glances down to see Woonhak laving his tongue over his hardened bud and eyes making direct eye contact with him.
“Kim Woonhak—” Taesan cries out, a tear slips out from his eyes as his hands immediately move to grip onto Woonhak’s hair as his boyfriend has no mercy nipping and sucking from one nipple to another. “I need you inside of me now, please— c’mon, be a good boy for hyung and fuck me already. You can do that for me can’t you?”
When Taesan breaks, he falls apart. He never likes verbalising his wants and desires, thinks it’s kind of embarrassing to need someone this much. But Woonhak always likes to make him ask whenever they get in bed together— not beg, just making Taesan put his needs into words even if Woonhak knows exactly what he wants, he always does.
So as per usual, Woonhak leaves one last open mouthed peck on his perked up nipple as he leans back once more to (finally) unzip his pants.
Taesan feels ridiculously empty, unable to stop the part in his stomach that squeezes with unpleasantness when Woonhak takes his fingers out. All he can do is watch as Woonhak methodically and efficiently grabs the condom packet to rip it open and put on his dick— and Kim Woonhak is, in fact, big, like everything else is about him.
It’s not like Taesan is particularly small, he’s always been one of the tallest and largest amongst other boys, he hit the genetic jackpot when he was born. And Woonhak always used to be so much smaller than him— until Taesan went to university and came back to visit Woonhak in Grade 12, only to find that he’s gotten so tall they were basically at eye level— bulked up and lean the way boys do when they fully mature into their bodies.
Back then, everyone was speculating and teasing that Woonhak has grown taller than him— well, jokes on them because Taesan has been hoping that he has for a long time. Well, he's not actively praying about it or anything, he’d love Woonhak no matter his height. But Taesan can’t deny that he finds it attractive to finally have someone his size— someone possibly even larger.
Woonhak effortlessly grips his waist to lift him up, dropping a pillow to rest Taesan's ass on top of it— he does it like Taesan weighs nothing, and his cock helplessly drips even more precum into his abdomen.
Woonhak takes off his shirt and tosses it off to the side, hand coming down to rest on his dick with the other on Taesan’s waist. “Hyung, I’m putting it in now.” He declares and Taesan almost snorts at him but the immediate stretch of his hole around Woonhak’s dicks steals all the breath from his lungs.
Taesan has never had an unpleasant time taking in Woonhak’s dick— always stretched more than enough beforehand, courtesy of Woonhaks’ obsession with fingering him. But that doesn’t mean the size doesn’t surprise him— still a big jump from fingers to all 8 inches of Kim Woonhak, settling so deep inside that Taesan swears he can feel him in his stomach.
When Woonhak fully sheaths himself inside Taesan’s melting heat, he stays still for a moment and just groans— long and satisfied. “Tell me when I can start moving, hyung."
“Woonhakie, move.” Taesan says without hesitation, impatient.
And, well, Woonhak is great at following instructions.
Some people would start slow then build it up, but not Kim Woonhak. For as clumsy as Woonhak is tends to be— there is nothing clumsy about the way he thrusts into Taesan. He leans back and thrusts hard and fast immediately, Taesan’s lower half bouncing from the bed.
Woonhak brings up one of Taesan’s legs to rest on his shoulder, turning his face to kiss down his calf. His breathing gets heavier. “Fuck, hyung. You feel so good, you’re just perfect.” Woonhak rambles.
Taesan clenches around him, and doesn't want Woonhak to ever pull out.
Kim Woonhak gets faster (if that’s even possible) and a loud mewl escapes Taesan, eyebrows furrowed and eyes starting to cross. Taesan’s toes curl from the tingling pleasure that spreads all throughout his body and he slaps his hand over his mouth to manage the sounds he’s making.
Without missing a second Woonhak leans forward to grab his wrist, inadvertently bending Taesan in half. He intertwines their hands together by the bedsheet, successfully unmuting Taesan.“Hyung, don’t cover your mouth. You know I like hearing you.”
Taesan sobs in staccato. “Kim Woonhak, you pervert.” His body being pushed up the bed from the force of Woonhak's hips, the bed frame creaking from the weight of both their bodies.
Woonhak smiles at him. “Fuck that’s right— keep saying my name.”
Then Woonhak buries himself into Taesan’s neck, biting and kissing all over and Taesan's other hand moves to stroke Woonhak’s scalp.
“Ah— I’m— I’m close–” Taesan tries to verbalize.
Woonhak whispers into his ear. “You gonna cum for me, hyung?”
Taesan’s dick twitches uselessly in between them, untouched but still ridiculously hard and red, flushed at the tip, jerking along with every movement of their bodies.
Taesan grips Woonhak’s hair to shove their mouths together. Their kiss is filthy, open mouthed and full of tongue. Their teeth clack together and Taesan doesn’t even have full motor capacity to kiss back with finesse— mostly moaning into Woonhak's mouth. Some of his tears drip down into their mouths, a specific flavor mixed with salt and cum and saliva.
Woonhak sucks on his tongue, Taesan feels him smirk against his mouth— and that’s enough to push him just right over the edge.
Taesan’s cock spurts all over between their stomachs— this isn’t the first time he’s orgasmed untouched but the feeling is still overwhelming. His dick leaks like a faucet, soiling both their stomachs, the pleasure washing over him like a wave. His legs squeeze over Woonhak’s waist so hard it almost hurts, his abdomen contracting and uncontracting, eyes crossing, breathing in Woonhak's breath from where their mouths are entangled together.
He’s quivering but also stiff at the same time. It’s an out of body experience and his only reprieve is the feeling of Woonhak filling up the condom inside of him.
In the back of his mind he wishes to feel Woonhak’s cum splatter his walls raw, so he can keep him inside longer— feel him dripping down his thighs as he clenches to try and keep his boyfriends cum with him.
They grind against one another while they ride out their shared orgasm.
Taesan finally gets to breathe normally again when Woonhak pulls away to peck kisses all over his face and shoulders— all tender and sweet after fucking the living daylights out of him.
Woonhak is soft inside of him and tears rush out of his eyes despite the orgasm ending. Taesan gets a bit emotional and sensitive after an orgasm, his heart strains against the force of intimacy and vulnerability of sex— especially with Woonhak.
His drummer, his dongsaeng, his best friend, his favorite person, his baby.
“Hyung, you need to let me go so I can clean us up.” Woonhak chuckles softly to him, hand stroking up and down his sides in a soothing way.
“Not yet.” Taesan whispers, clinging onto him still. It’s honestly a bit gross with the way his cum sticks onto their stomachs, both of them sweating and sore, but he doesn’t want to move yet— wants to feel Woonhak inside of him forever.
Woonhak groans and whines at him like he always does— but he caresses Taesan’s waist as he moves them both to lay on their sides. He pulls Taesan’s front closer, so they could be chest to chest, heart to heart, with Taesan hiding in the junction between Woonhak's neck and shoulder.
And Taesan dozes off thinking about his perfect boyfriend and how no one else can have him like this.