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Hyeontak hadn’t known when it all started, except he did know.
Ever since the Union had been defeated and Suho had woken up from his coma things started to change. The boys visited Suho in the hospital, eating out, snickering around on the basketball court. It was peaceful. The whole city seemed lighter, people weren’t scared anymore, laughing echoed through the school hallways and no one feared getting beaten up by some Union gangsters anymore.
And still Hyeontak wasn’t able to enjoy this feeling, his mind constantly shifting to a certain person with glasses.
He didn’t plan for that to happen, he didn’t even know he was into guys, especially not into him.
Still it happened, somewhere between kicks and punches, lust started to spread. Harsh kisses, biting, groaning turned both of them on. They started to met up at Hyeontaks place, a quick message was sent when he was alone at home, both of them knowing what that meant, they would share some rough kisses, pleasing each other. After Seongje would stand at Hyeontaks open window, getting dressed while smoking a cigarette.
It was the same process every time, like a routine they both had engraved in their brain.
They never talked much, hell they didn’t even look at each other while fucking, Hyeontak always getting end up bent over somewhere or chest pressed against the wall.
On the other hand it was better that way, it was still just a hook up, a hook up with the worst boy alive, his enemy, the person that watched while his knee was getting crushed, destroyed and he didn’t even help. Hyeontak should feel ashamed of himself, getting fucked by this horrible person but he couldn’t, no matter what Seongje did and he hated himself for that.
And the worst part of all of that was that Hyeontak started to feel something for Seongje and that scared him, it really scared him.
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It was getting late as Hyeontak and his mother shared a snack in their cozy kitchen, his mother already dressed up for her night shift in the hospital.
“Don’t stay up to long even if it’s Friday, okay darling?” She looked at him with her loving smile as Hyeontak nodded. “I prepared some Hotteok you can eat for breakfast” she pointed out as she went down the hallway, to put on her shoes, Hyeontak following her.
“Thank you mom” he embraced his mother before she left for work.
Hyeontak slowly went to the bathroom, throwing his clothes in the laundry basket, stepping into the shower, the hot water running down his body, he felt his tense muscles slowly relaxing.
He left the bathroom, drying his hair with his towel as the doorbell rang. Befuddled he slowly walked down the hallway towards the front door, maybe it was Baku, he often came by spontaneously but Hyeontak was proved wrong the moment he opened the door.
In front of him stood Seongje.
But not the typical lazy, boringly seeming, smoking boy, no he was panting, wounds covering his face, glasses off, trousers dirty with mud and blood.
“Seongje- I- what happened?” Hyeontak muttered eyeing Seongje from bottom to top.
“Well what do you think happened, I got into a fight near by, thought I could pay you a visit though.” He winked. Hm his answers are ironic as always, Hyeontak thought. “Are you gonna stand there all night? Let me in stupid” Seongje barked. Hyeontak didn’t even think about it as he automatically stood aside so Seongje could enter his apartment.
He closed the door as Seongje threw off his shoes entering the apartment. Hyeontak followed, he wanted to ask what had really happened but Seongje was faster, his lips crashing onto Hyeontaks, kissing him roughly, tongues fighting for dominance. Hyeontaks hands found Seongjes shoulder, grabbing him there, he could taste Seongjes own blood on his lips but that didn’t stop them, they continued fighting with their tongues, sounds escaping their mouths. Hyeontak took a few steps forward, Seongjes back of his knees hitting the sofa as he sat down, Hyeontak hovering over him on his lap.
They continued their make out session, Seongje biting Hyeontaks lip while tugging at his hair, Hyeontak already feeling that he is getting hard, trying to grind down to get some friction as Seongje suddenly stopped, a pained breath slipping over his lips.
“What is it?” Hyeontak asked slightly out of breath “nothing” Seongje panted as he leaned in for another kiss.
“Wait, you’re obviously in pain, let me help you first” Hyeontak spoke as he slowly pushed Seongje down into the couch cushions and to Hyeontaks surprise Seongje let him.
Hyeontak pulled Seongjes hoodie up, seeing the bruises all over his upper body so Hyeontak stood up to get the emergency kit. He put some ointment onto the bruises slowly, as not to hurt Seongje, still he groaned in pain. Hyeontak continued, he started to wet some cotton pads with disinfectant, to wipe the open wounds of Seongjes face clean. He started on a scratch under his left eye working all the way down to his open lip, he slowly wiped over it, cleaning the dry blood of his lip.
He put the kit away walking towards Seongje, lowering himself onto his lap, careful not to hurt him.
“So will you tell me what actually happened?” Hyeontak asked surprised by how soft his question sounded.
Seongje began to grin just slightly “well there’s nothing much to say, I’ve got the offer to take over Baekjins place, rebuilding the Union. I didn’t answer the guy so he decided to get clear who’s in control” Seongje chuckled slightly.
“Why didn’t you tell him that you would take over?” Hyeontak questioned brows furrowing.
“I’m not interested, it’s boring and I don’t like boring things, I’d rather play with my favourite playmate instead” he simply answered, looking Hyeontak directly into the eyes.
“But what if I don’t want to be your playmate anymore, what if I want to be more than that” Hyeontak breath out voice shaking.
And in that moment something shifted, it seemed as Seongjes eyes softened, he got closer and locked their lips, soft, so soft Hyeontaks eyes went wide in surprise but nonetheless he kissed back.
The kiss was tender, they’ve never kissed like that before, it was always more of biting and tongues fighting for control, never like that but Hyeontak wouldn’t complain, he loved it, really loved it.
Hyeontak placed his hands on Seongjes jaw, deepening the kiss as he felt Seongjes hand in his neck while the other one was caressing his waist, holding him firm. They looked at each other after having to break the kiss in order to catch their breaths, Hyeontak shifted on Seongjes lap, trying to find a more comfortable position as his knee started to complain, the right knee, the bad knee.
Ever since the incident his knee would sting, Hyeontak not being able to bend his knee for too long, always needing a break when he would overuse it. His taekwondo future, shattered like his knee, right in front of him and Hyeontak wasn’t able to do anything. It happened a long time ago but there was still a big ugly scar across his right knee, Hyeontak could even barely look at it himself.
So it didn’t really surprise him when he felt his knee starting to hurt by how long he knelt over Seongje, it was clear that he was uncomfortable, grimace visible on his face.
“I can’t kneel longer or my knee will kill me” Hyeontak huffed looking at Seongje whose face was still close to Hyeontaks.
He yelped in surprise, as Seongje grabbed him, one hand still on his waist while the other one grabbed his thigh, positioning Hyeontak on his back as Seongje is now leaning over him, both his elbows steading him besides Hyeontaks head.
“Better?” Seongje wanted to know looking almost concerned. Hyeontak looked up, nodding at him, he felt his cheek heating up he didn’t know Seongje could be so caring.
He brought his hands up to Seongjes hair pulling him down to kiss him passionately, they’ve never been like this before, never kissed like that before. Seongje caught Hyeontaks jaw as his tongue found Hyeontaks, exploring his mouth. Seongje broke the kiss, both boys catching their breath as he started to kiss Hyeontaks jaw, trailing down his neck, kissing and licking, leaving marks that will be visible even after days. He went down further leaving hickeys on Hyeontaks collarbone, kissing a certain spot, then biting down into the soft skin, all while Hyeontak let out beautiful sounds of pleasure.
Seongjes hands slit under Hyeontaks shirt slowly lifting it over his head, starting to kiss Hyeontaks abdomen, fingers circling around his nipples.
Hyeontak was in heaven, head spinning, low moans escaping him, it was something entirely new, both of them not caring to show any affection nor romance but now it was different, soft, almost loving.
Hyeontaks hands stroking Seongjes bare back, hips buckling, the pleasure so overwhelming. Hyeontak holds onto Seongjes shoulder, the other hand sliding into his now shorter hair as he pulls Seongje back up into another wet kiss, both groaning as their tongues met.
“Touch me, please” Hyeontak cried out, tugging on the ends of Seongjes strands, eyes half lidded. Normally Seongje would have teased, letting Hyeontak beg longer but not today, something inside Seongje brain felt dazed, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest.
Seongjes hand slid under the fabric of Hyeontaks sweatpants and shorts, taking his dick in his hand feeling the precum already, pumping it slowly. Hyeontaks back arching up, muffled sounds leaving him, as he tries to be quiet.
“Don’t hold back, let me hear you” Seongje whispered and Hyeontak completely lost it, the strokes on his dick becoming faster, till they’ve completely stopped. Hyeontak letting out a whimper seemingly confused why Seongje stopped his movements.
“Let’s get to your room” he mumbled into his ear, voice hoarse, eyes full with lust and something Hyeontak couldn’t quite identify.
Seongje got up from the sofa, Hyeontak whining at the sudden loss of physical touch, already missing the warmth from the other body, still he managed to sit up, following Seongje to his own bedroom. “Get rid of your clothes and lay down” Seongje ordered, unbuckling his belt, tossing away his clothes, Hyeontak already laying down onto his bed, watching the other boy getting undressed.
He wears his hair shorter now, glasses missing he probably took them off earlier during the fight, bruises spread all over his upper body, bruises that Hyeontak tried to take care of not even 20 minutes ago. Seongje looked back at Hyeontak before walking towards the bedside table, reaching for the lube and a condom, Hyeontak almost immediately opening his legs for Seongje to fit between them.
Seongje opened the lube, squeezing some onto his finger, positioning it in front of Hyeontaks entrance. “Relax, just keep breathing like that” Seongje assured him as he slowly pressed his finger inside, Hyeontak immediately letting out a loud moan, eyes filling with tears at the not entirely new, but still overwhelming sensation. His hands gripping onto Seongjes shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin, Seongje moving his finger in and out before putting in a second finger, stretching Hyeontak even more. Hyeontak was a complete mess now, nails leaving scratch marks on Seongjes shoulders, mouth open while moans escaping his lips, back arching as Seongje found Hyeontaks sweet spot. “Right there, don’t stop” Hyeontak groaned out, Seongje making sure to hit Hyeontaks prostate with every trust of his fingers, face coming up to catch another kiss from the other boy.
“Seongje I’m ready, please” Hyeontak would be embarrassed by how pathetic he sounded but he was too gone now to care, wanting to just finally feel the other boy inside of him. Seongje had the typical smug grin on his face as he slowly pulls his fingers out, still he didn’t mock him, taking in the beautiful sight of the other boy, looking so good just for Seongje to see. He reached for the condom, pulling the packet open before rolling it onto his dick, taking the lube once again coating his length in it.
He throws his head back in pleasure, pumping his dick a few times before turning his head back to look at Hyeontak, who’s watching Seongje getting ready. Seongje placing himself in the gap between Hyeontaks legs, taking his dick into his hand before positioning it at Hyeontaks entrance. He looked up at him, into his glassy doe eyes as he slowly pushed his tip inside, both boys groaning at the feeling, the grip on Seongjes shoulders tightening.
Hyeontak throwing his head back, letting out a sound of pleasure as Seongje completely filled him. He didn’t start moving just yet, giving Hyeontak time to get used to the feeling.
Hyeontak let out a shaking breath as he nodded and Seongje started to slowly thrust into Hyeontak. Both of them moaning every time Seongje hit deeper, Hyeontak automatically swinging his legs around Seongjes hips so that he could now thrust even deeper. “You feel so good” Seongje groaned out, head leaning on Hyeontaks shoulders, feeling how Hyeontak completely lost it, scratching Seongjes back or tugging on his hair.
“More Hyung, I need more” Hyeontak moans out, head turning to the side, biting into Seongjes biceps.
Seongje letting out a low chuckle “call me hyung again” he says possessive, while enjoying the slight pain in his biceps, caused by the boy underneath him.
“Please hyung!” Hyeontak was too far gone to be caring now and he was immediately rewarded, by Seongje hitting even deeper.
As Seongje started to wrap his hand around Hyeontaks leaking cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long but given the irregular movements of Seongje he should be in the same state.
He started to stroke Hyeontak in the same rhythm as he pushes into him “I won’t last long, I’m so close Seongje.” Hyeontak whimpers, pleasure taking him over “I know, it’s alright, let go” and within a few pumps Hyeontak came with a loud moan.
It didn’t take Seongje long to follow, watching Hyeontak arching underneath him, moaning and whimpering while drool starts to come out of his constant opens mouth.
He let himself fall onto Hyeontak, limps going numb after his orgasm. Both of them panted as they tried to calm down from their high.
“Get off me, you’re heavy” Hyeontak complained still catching his breath and to his surprise Seongje actually listened, he got up with a groan, put off the condom and left the room which really confused Hyeontak.
But Seongje was gone for only a few minutes, he came back with a warm wet washcloth and started to clean off the mess between Hyeontaks thighs and his stomach. “Thank you” Hyeontak managed to get out, feeling flabbergasted at how caring Seongje is.
Seongje threw the washcloth aside and eyed Hyeontak who suddenly felt too aware of himself, feeling somewhat shy.
But instead of saying something Seongje started to gather his clothes and put them back on. Hyeontak had to admit that was feeling disappointed “don’t you want to stay?” he asked sitting up, leaning his back at the headboard of the bed.
Seongje turned to look at him.
“I shouldn’t” he answered and Hyeontak accepted, even understood his decision.
He finished getting dressed, even put his glasses back on before he went to get back to the bed. He placed his left hand n Hyeontaks right knee as he slowly brushed it. “Rest for now, we’ll get to met soon” he whispered before he leaned down to place a kiss on Hyeontaks lips but before Hyeontak could deepen the kiss Seongje pulled away, put a cigarette between his lips and left.
Hyeontak hold his breath till he heard the front door shut with a click. He lied back down and thought about the whole situation and he couldn’t figure it out.
Their somewhat routine now dissolved. The kisses they shared tender. And even though Hyeontak loved this new side of their so called relationship, he couldn’t figure out what it meant.
From outside the building the smoking boy was as confused as Hyeontak was but it was fine for now. They would figure it out, in their own way, in their own tempo.