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The puzzle pieces are finally falling into place.
Whatever he's seeing right now, explains Soobin’s weird behaviour for the past month. Hunched shoulders, longer showers, not sleeping well, stealing his softer hoodies and refusing to wear any of his 50 white t-shirts and is awfully sensitive about anyone coming close to his chest.
Shit.
The apartment is dead silent. Yeonjun could vaguely hear his neighbours arguing upstairs, the leaky tap in their bathroom and Soobin’s ragged breathing.
He’s frozen in place, eyes glued to Soobin’s chest and the younger’s shirt bunched in his fist. Yeonjun can't tear his eyes away—it's so unbelievable, unimaginable, unthinkable, that Soobin would have nipple piercings.
Soobin, who needs him to hold his hand while he gets his vaccine shots and can’t get tattoos because he's squeamish around needles. Soobin who doesn't even have his lobes pierced. Soobin who—
“Yeonjun.”
Yeonjun startles at his name, his eyes finally snapping up to Soobin’s face. He’s flushed completely red with embarrassment, head tilted to avoid eye contact, and Yeonjun realises only a second later what he’s done.
“Shit— I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
The atmosphere is painfully awkward and tense as Yeonjun scrambles to get off the younger, nearly falling off the couch in his haste. Shit . From the corner of his eyes, Soobin quickly sits up and pulls his shirt down.
He doesn't know what to say now. When he pinned the younger onto the couch and wrestled his shirt off him he was expecting everything— anything but nipple piercings. Soobin with nipple piercings? It just did not make sense. It was so unexpected of Soobin, Kai-throwing-away-his-plushies level of unexpected.
Regardless, Yeonjun had still acted out of line. His heart clenches painfully when he observes his roommate, his best friend. Soobin has his head hanging down in shame and looks close to tears as he plays with the hem of his shorts. Oh, Soobin.
“Baby— Soobinnie— I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that.” Yeonjun turns to the younger, cradling the other's hands gently in his. Soobin doesn’t move, but he also does not push Yeonjun’s hand away, and he takes that as a green light to continue.
“I overstepped, you were hiding it for a reason and I shouldn't have done that before you were ready to show me.”
“It’s okay,” Soobin mumbled, lacing their fingers together, something he often did when he was nervous or needed comfort, “I was acting all sneaky and weird about it, it’s right that you would be curious.”
“No Soobinnie I shouldn’t have. And I’m sorry.”
The younger lets out a shaky breath and shakes his head with a small smile on his face. “It’s okay hyung, I’m not mad.” He says quietly.
“I got these because I lost a bet…” Soobin explains, looking down at his clothed chest and Yeonjun feels his mouth turn dry at the memory of those piercings, “I was really embarrassed. It would show through whenever I wore white t-shirts and I didn't— I don't— I don't think they suit me..? I don’t like how they look on me. I was scared of people judging too because men usually don’t get these.”
“It hurt a lot at first, then it got better the pain went away but it made my chest sensitive .”
“Sensitive? As in…?” Yeonjun tilts his head, confused.
“You know,” Soobin flushes bright red all of a sudden at the question, hands gesturing awkwardly, mouth opening and closing but nothing comes out.
“I mean—good sensitive? Good enough to put me in awkward situations many times.” He chokes out, thoroughly embarrassed and Yeonjun feels his own face heat up when he realises what Soobin meant. Soobin can probably cum from his nipples alone , his brain helpfully summarises and Yeonjun clenches his jaw when he feels something stir in his gut instead of feeling mortified.
“That’s why I did not want to tell anyone, except Beomgyu who already knows because he was the one who made me do it.”
Yeonjun frowns. “So all these are due to a bet that Beomgyu made? About what?”
The younger looks visibly nervous at this question, and it makes Yeonjun raise his brows questioningly.
“How long before I— how long I take to uh— shower.” Soobin stutters, licking his lips nervously. He’s definitely lying, Yeonjun can read Soobin better than even Mrs Choi herself, but he’s asked enough intrusive questions and embarrassed Soobin enough for a day so he lets it go.
“It’s fine Soobinnie, it’s just piercings. If anyone dares to judge you for that I’ll fight them. And for the record,” he holds Soobin’s hands tighter and tries to give the younger his best comforting smile, “you look great with those piercings.”
“You sure?”
“A hundred percent bunny, when have I ever lied to you?”
That night, Yeonjun lies awake, head filled with thoughts that keep him from falling asleep. Normally he would have climbed into Soobin’s bed if he has trouble sleeping, but this time he can’t, not when Soobin is the one keeping him awake.
It’s fine, it’s just nipple piercings, no biggie. It’s literally just nipple piercings. Heck, Kai’s got a dick piercing and Yeonjun has seen it before, both the dick and the piercing. It’s okay, it’s fine, they will be fine . He was fine after seeing Kai’s dick, he will be fine after seeing this.
Turns out it wasn’t fine.
He’s not fine.
With how things went down, Yeonjun is honestly really glad he hasn’t accidentally traumatised his roommate and best friend. In fact, it worked quite the opposite. Yeonjun’s knowledge about the piercings must have given Soobin the confidence boost he needed. He’s a lot more confident with his own body and no longer tiptoes around the topic of his piercings which certainly throws Yeonjun off the first few days it happened.
“Hyung, my nipples hurt,” Soobin comments one day over breakfast, causing Yeonjun to choke on the cereal he’d shoved in his mouth.
“What?” He coughs, pounding his chest.
“My nipples hurt,” Soobin repeats casually as if he’s talking about the lovely weather outside.
“ Okay , do— do you want to go to the doctor?”
Soobin frowns, pouts a little, and shakes his head. “No. I think it’s just sensitive, not a type of pain I should be going to the doctor for.”
Yeonjun stares at him, a little perplexed, but lets it go. He’s not going to pursue this conversation, thank you very much. He feels oddly weirded out by the topic of his piercings and before he figures himself out, he would rather not partake in this conversation.
“Just take your shirt off or something, if it keeps bothering you. It’s just us in the house.” Yeonjun mumbles absently, and quickly shoves the remaining cereal into his mouth, before dumping his cereal bowl in the sink and rushing off in a hurry.
He really should have kept his mouth shut because the younger immediately takes his advice the next day. Yeonjun nearly shrieks when he opens his eyes and sees a bare-chested Soobin shaking him awake, telling him that breakfast is ready and his classes are in half an hour. He’s immediately brought to full alertness, Soobin’s chest way more effective than his daily dose of caffeine in the morning.
Attendance be damned, he spends ten minutes standing under the rain of cold water to cool off his warm cheeks ( not anything else) and still his beating heart. His mind is a jumbled mess, but he pushes the thoughts aside and exits the shower. In his haste to escape into the bathroom, he forgot to grab a shirt, but Soobin’s hoodie is hung behind the door so he reaches for it and puts it on. (Wearing the younger’s clothes has always been comforting for him, something he didn’t think much about in the past but now, it makes his cheeks warm a little.)
Soobin definitely looks very happy to be half naked when Yeonjun steps into the living room, eagerly telling Yeonjun his advice worked and clothes are no longer bothering him. He continues to tell Yeonjun something about a purchase he made online, but he can barely focus on what Soobin says, his brain shutting down at the sight of the pretty piercings. He feels uncomfortably warm in the hoodie, but Soobin looks much lighter and more at ease for the first time in months, so Yeonjun tries his best to nod and hide his inner turmoil.
All in all, life’s great for Soobin, but it sure as hell isn’t great for him.
It’s the fifth night of the week since that day , and Yeonjun is starting to lose it. He can’t figure out what he’s feeling and why his body is reacting this way when really, it’s literally just piercings . It’s the only thing his stupid brain can think about all day, and living with Soobin doesn’t help at all either. It makes him nervous, his brain flatlining every time he sees them. It turns him stupid and speechless and reduces his brain to mush and there are only so many times he can space out or stare at the younger dumbly before Soobin catches on. Unfortunately with this newfound confidence and habit of walking around half-naked, Yeonjun is constantly reminded of those piercings even if he doesn't want to be.
So as a mature adult at the ripe old age of twenty-three, what does Yeonjun do?
He hides. He avoids the problem .
He starts camping in the library more often, takes up more shifts at work and even starts going to the gym with Taehyun. It pains him to see the younger’s face fall when he gives Soobin another crappy excuse as to why he would be home late again, but he needs this break for his own sanity before he does something stupid and ruins their friendship forever. His heart would break beyond repair.
“This is stupid.”
“Excuse me?” Yeonjun frowns, looking up from his phone, in the middle of crafting a reply to Soobin. The younger had asked if he would be home this time, and he was busy typing an excuse.
“You’re avoiding Soobin hyung just because you saw his nipple piercings. I didn’t take you for someone that shallow.” Taehyun scoffs, shooting him an unimpressed look.
“I’m not —”
“Then what is it?”
“Nothing!” Yeonjun protests, dumping his phone to the side. He will deal with Soobin later. “He’s just— it’s, uhm—”
Taehyun motions for him to continue, while Beomgyu continues to busy himself with his phone and stuffing his face with the chips he bought with Yeonjun’s money.
“I mean—it’s unexpected okay? And I feel weird looking at him, like— it’s just weird. I panic around him when I see it and I can’t think and I get so flustered I— I don’t want him to catch on and make things weird between us—”
“Weird?” Taehyun asks incredulously, and Yeonjun huffs, “I think you think Soobin hyung is hot, and you’re worried you might make things awkward because he’s so hot he makes you speechless.”
“No,” Beomgyu interrupts, speaking up for the first time since they sat down an hour ago, “He’s in love.”
Yeonjun lets out a choked noise close to a squawk and Taehyun freezes, before realisation dawns on his face and he draws in a breath. “Makes sense, makes sense.” He mutters to himself.
“What do you mean it makes sense —”
“Right? Kai agrees too, been texting him the whole time and he agrees it’s more than just wanting to jump Soobin hyung.” He ignores Yeonjun’s protest and leans forward, showing Taehyun the chat, “see, he says that Yeonjun hyung is in love but has no idea.”
He turns to Yeonjun, “You’re in love.”
“You saw his nipple piercings, it sent you into a crisis. Crisis symptoms include heart palpitations, dry mouth, flushed face and probably a wet dream or two.”
Yeonjun’s heart speeds up when Beomgyu is spot on. “But—”
“This crisis is called being in love, or, having romantic feelings for Soobin hyung. You had a crush but never knew about it. Soobin has always been your roommate and best friend. Sure he’s attractive but you’ve never seen him that way until the nipple piercings, and now your brain is starting to realise that oh shit he’s hot. These feelings of endearment or adoration is all bullshit you have a crush hyung.”
Yeonjun stares at him in stunned silence, brain unable to conjure up a reply to that .
“Am I wrong? Think about it.” Beomgyu asks, tilting his head. “Literally everyone around you knows you’re in love with Soobin, except you both. You favour him and baby him way more than you do to the rest of us that sometimes others have come up to us asking if you guys are dating. You look at him as if he hangs all the stars in the sky and you do not look at us like that hyung. Wait hold on.”
Beomgyu raises his phone and presses something on his screen, and Kai’s voice travels loudly through the speakers. “Yeonjun hyung! Just think about how you felt after seeing my dick piercing!”
Yeonjun grimaces, shooting apologetic looks at the people seated near them, and Taehyun clears his throat. “He’s right. Think about it hyung, it’s about time you realise how you felt about him too. I know it’s scary but please don’t avoid Soobin hyung. It's not fair to him. He’s worried you know?”
These feelings of endearment or adoration is all bullshit you have a crush hyung.
Think about it hyung, it’s about time you realise how you felt about him too. I know it’s scary but please don’t avoid Soobin hyung. It's not fair to him. He’s worried you know?
For the first time in two weeks, he skips the gym and tells Soobin he will make it home in time for dinner.
Yeonjun decides to walk back home this time, the longer journey giving him more time to think before he has to face his best friend. He considers what Beomgyu and Kai told him, how he treats Soobin differently and has always looked at him differently. Has he?
Yeonjun has no idea. But one thing he’s sure about is that Soobin has weaselled his way into his heart and made a home for himself over the past five years of knowing each other. He’s stubborn and here to stay and Yeonjun no longer has the power to yank him out of his heart without destroying a piece of himself. He’s loved Soobin for a long time but he’d always chalked it up to platonic love. To think that he might have loved Soobin in a way that is different from how he loves the other three…
“If Soobin hyung finds a lover, how would you feel?” Taehyun had asked, right before he packs up to leave.
“Would you be able to congratulate him and tell yourself that you’re truly okay? Compared that to how you would feel if Beomgyu, Kai or me if I told you I found myself someone new?”
Soobin is waiting for him when he gets home, curled up on the couch and scrolling through his phone. Without a word Yeonjun drops his bags and pulls the younger into a tight hug, pressing his face into Soobin’s shoulder. Soobin’s hands find his face, his thumb brushing over Yeonjun’s cheeks, tender eyes filled with equal parts worry and relief that it fills him with warmth from head to toe, heart beating a little harder in his chest. I don’t want him to look at anyone else like this.
The younger thankfully doesn’t say anything either, letting go of Yeonjun’s face and wrapping his arms tighter around the other, pulling Yeonjun even closer to himself. There’s so much he wants to say—he probably should start by apologising to Soobin— but he can’t bring himself to say anything, so he hugs Soobin even closer to himself as a silent way of conveying everything he couldn’t say.
Things go back to normal after that, as normal as they can be with his newfound feelings. They don’t talk about Yeonjun’s sudden disappearance and he’s extremely thankful for that.
Soobin is still so ridiculously hot with those piercings, he’s still walking around the house shirtless and even asks to cuddle on the couch while shirtless. Thankfully, Yeonjun supposes it’s getting easier—exposure therapy or whatever—now that he’s seen it for a couple of months. He’s fighting a new battle of not letting his feelings show because Soobin means the world to him and he can’t lose Soobin, but the younger seems (unintentionally) hell-bent on making it difficult for him.
Soobin is not a partygoer for sure. More often than not, they have to beg and drag Soobin to the party or club with them, and he’s still able to find an excuse to not attend. So when he begs Yeonjun to attend a party with him one Friday evening, held by a senior that Soobin knows, he’s stunned (an understatement, really), but again, Yeonjun no longer knows what to expect of Soobin after the piercings. Despite how weird this entire situation is, Yeonjun agrees.
Yeonjun has work before the party, so the pair agreed to meet at the party instead. He wonders if Soobin even has clothes outside of his numerous t-shirts, hoodies and cardigans to wear to the party, and his question is immediately answered when the younger turns up at the door.
Soobin walks in wearing a skin-tight top so sheer that it leaves nothing to the imagination, paired with a pair of black pants and chunky boots, making him even taller than he is. He has no idea the younger even owned such clothes to begin with—he’s so stunned that he’s frozen in place and gaping at the younger when he approached Yeonjun.
“Hyung! There you are you look good.” He thinks Soobin might have looked at him up and down, checking him out, but he’s not sure, too preoccupied with staring dumbly at the other’s chest.
“Your outfit…”
“Yeah, do you like it? I bought these years ago on impulse but never had a chance to wear them.” He steps even closer to Yeonjun, their height difference even more pronounced with the extra height from the boots and it makes his brain fizzle out. It takes him a few seconds to realise that Soobin is looking at him expectantly, waiting for a response.
“Yes—yes of course, you look good Soobin ah,” Yeonjun tells him, mouth dry and heart in a frenzy. The younger begs for a couple of photos together and he schools his expression for the camera. They snap a couple of photos, swallowing hard when Soobin makes an offhand comment about how good they look together, before the younger is off to the dance floor, excited to have his first taste of a party. Meanwhile, Yeonjun stays behind and pours himself a cup of beer.
Soobin attracts lots of attention that night, he’s hot and attractive and everyone in this room thinks so as well. Yeonjun feels himself burn with jealousy when the host of the party, Soobin’s senior, approaches him that night and stands way too close for Yeonjun’s comfort, clearly ogling his chest. He has half a mind to make Soobin wear his jacket but he holds himself back, shaking his thoughts away. Soobin is enjoying himself, welcoming the attention and even flirting back and Yeonjun’s got no right to act like a jealous boyfriend when they are clearly nothing more than just friends. Instead, he turns around and leaves.
It’s way quieter out on the porch, where the music inside is muffled by the walls of the house. The instant muting of the music makes him heave a sigh of relief, picking one of the unoccupied benches in that senior’s ridiculously large front lawn. No one is out here except for him, which makes sense because the night is still young and the party has barely started.
Yeonjun swishes the cup of beer in his hand, watching the liquid slosh around in his cup. Sighing, he tosses back the remaining liquid, grimacing at the stale taste of warm beer, and throws the cup in a random direction to his right. Fuck the senior, if he wants to throw a party in his house he can spend the next morning cleaning up.
Taking out his phone, he scrolls through his Instagram stories, pausing when Soobin’s pops up on his screen. It’s a collage of selfies he took with multiple people that night, followed by a video of him dancing with the senior. He looks gorgeous, the light casting a pretty glow on him, but Soobin’s arms are thrown around his senior’s neck, and if Yeonjun squints, he can see that the senior has his arms thrown around Soobin’s waist. Yeonjun can feel his heart ache painfully at the unwelcome reminder that Soobin isn’t his.
“There you are.”
Yeonjun startles, quickly shutting his phone. Soobin plops down next to him on the bench, sweaty and breathless. There is a red mark on his neck and the corner of his lips and Yeonjun turns away before he can see more.
He wants to leave.
“Why are you not inside? You love parties.” Soobin asks, a concerned look on his face. Yeonjun looks away, his heart filling up with something bitter and resentful. He wants to laugh, wants to ask “why do you think”?”, but the rational part of him knows it’s not Soobin’s fault.
“I’m tired, didn’t have much energy left after work,” Yeonjun lies, shoving his phone into his pocket and standing up, “I think I’ll go home first.”
Soobin immediately stands up as well, “I’ll come with you.”
“No it’s okay, you were enjoying yourself, I can go back alone I didn’t drink much.” He protests, waving his hand, but Soobin grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the front gate.
“I’ll come with you,” he repeats in a final tone, face set in an unreadable expression that makes Yeonjun uneasy, “I won’t enjoy myself if you’re not here.”
He nearly snorts. “Really,” Yeonjun mutters under his breath, but Soobin catches it, and turns to him with a frown.
“Yes, really. Now let's go home.”
Yeonjun nods, eyes barely focusing on the path as he follows Soobin home.
He tries not to think about the pained look on Soobin’s face, and how Soobin only lets go when they are back in their apartment.
Soobin doesn’t attend any more parties after that, and also doesn’t ask Yeonjun to accompany him to more either. The atmosphere is painfully awkward and tense the next morning, silence filling the air as they both get about with their day. Yeonjun tries his hardest to avoid looking at the hickey on Soobin’s neck, but it’s difficult when Soobin seems to wear it proudly like a badge of honour. They both know there was a lot more to that conversation they had at the party, and they probably should talk about it, but Soobin keeps quiet about it, and Yeonjun chickens out.
That afternoon, Soobin posts the picture they took at the party on Instagram, just one photo, and captions it with a simple red heart.
It takes four days for the hickey on Soobin’s neck to fade, the same time it took for them to move on and go back to normal as if nothing ever happened. Soobin continues to walk around shirtless, they go on friend dates and Soobin continues to be cuddly and affectionate with him. Yeonjun continues to pretend to be okay.
And when one continues to bottle up their feelings, there comes a point where everything spills over.
“Hyung,” Soobin pops his head into his doorway one evening after they’ve both showered and retired to their own rooms, “come help me with something.”
“Hmm?” Yeonjun removes his headphones, sitting up on his bed, “you need help? What is it?”
“It's nothing much,” Soobin waves his hand dismissively, “just come here and help me for a bit.”
“You said it was nothing!”
“This is nothing!”
“Asking me to change your nipple piercings isn't nothing!”
“It's just nipple piercings!”
“Still!” Yeonjun shrieks, “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you!”
“You won’t hyung, I’ll guide you,” Soobin reassures him with a dimpled smile and pulls him closer to his bare chest, guiding his hands to his pecs, “it will be okay, just be gentle with me ?” the younger whispers, stepping even closer to Yeonjun, crowding him into the sink.
Yeonjun flushes at how suggestive it sounded, quickly ducking his head to hide his red cheeks. With shaky hands, he unscrews the end off one piercing and gently slides it out, careful not to make any contact with Soobin’s nipple. It’s a beautiful dusty pink, hard and perky from having the jewellery in, and Yeonjun feels his mouth turn dry at the sight.
It’s hard focusing on the task at hand when the chest in front of him is the object of his affection and the subject of his wet dreams for the past months. He barely slides off the second piercing without touching the younger, turning around to place the old ones on the countertop before grabbing the new ones and fuck, these piercings have bunny ears .
“Isn’t it cute? I ordered it online a month ago.” Soobin giggles and Yeonjun tries to ignore how he can feel Soobin’s breath on his face. Were they standing that close?
“Y-yeah, very cute. It uh— it suits you.” He stammers, angling his face away.
Like before, Yeonjun unscrews one side, pulling the piercing out of the ring. Carefully, he slides the ring on top of Soobin’s nipple and pinches it gently to hold it in place. Soobin lets out a soft moan at the contact and Yeonjun nearly drops everything in his hands. This entire situation feels wrong on so many levels. Should friends be doing this for each other?
Yeonjun steels himself, turning all his focus to getting the piercing in. It’s no easy feat, his hands are extremely slippery and he can't seem to find the opening for both the ring and Soobin’s nipple. Frustrated, he pinches the nipple harder but Soobin jolts with a whimper causing Yeonjun to lose his grip.
Jesus fucking christ. Soobin sounds beautiful, better than any porn Yeonjun has ever watched. Soobin is flushed red, his nipples puffy and swollen with how much Yeonjun has been pinching them and his mouth waters with how much he so badly wants to take it into his mouth.
“Soobin,” Yeonjun chides, tweaking a nipple jokingly, “if you’re going to act like this, how am I supposed to help you put it on? Behave, alright?”
He’s not prepared for the pornographic moan in his ear, and Yeonjun nearly whimpers, feeling his cock throb in his shorts.
“Soobin,” He warns.
“I'm sorry, it's so sensitive I can't help it.” Soobin apologises, but he doesn’t sound very sorry at all. Yeonjun frowns, half a mind to retort, but he also wants to get this done soon so that he can get the hell out of there and take care of his problem in his room. He quickly inserts the bar into the first piercing, ignoring the way Soobin whimpers and arches his back slightly. Fuck— good fucking lord, Jesus Christ.
As quickly as he can he puts on the second piercing, sliding it in carefully and screwing it tight. He needs to get out of here fast before he does something stupid.
“Move, I'm done.”
When Soobin doesn't budge, Yeonjun presses his palms to his chest and pushes, “ Dude , move.”
But Soobin doesn’t move, instead, he steps closer right into Yeonjun’s personal space, his crotch pressing right into Yeonjun’s and oh , they are both hard. Yeonjun gasps.
“What— what are you doing? Don’t mess around, I'm done helping you, I've got shit to do.”
“Yeonjun hyung ,” Soobin whines, a large hand lands on his thigh and it slowly slides up, up, up into his shorts, dangerously close to where he wants to be touched so badly, “why are you so eager to leave?”
A thumb presses onto his tip, ripping a moan from his throat. He slaps a hand to his mouth in embarrassment, but Soobin pulls it away with his other hand and pins it to the counter.
“No underwear?” The younger hums, “hmm, didn’t take you for the type.”
With his free hand, Yeonjun grabs tightly onto the counter behind him, mind still reeling from earlier. The thumb on his cock begins rubbing circles into his tip, before sliding up, smearing his precum along his entire shaft.
Yeonjun trembles, arousal coursing through his veins and setting his insides on fire. He moans helplessly when Soobin finally wraps his hand loosely around his cock, the warmth of his palm making him buck his hips into Soobin’s grip. He’s embarrassingly close, the younger’s pretty noises earlier and the fact that Soobin’s got his hand around his dick is enough to push him close to the edge.
“Soobin— Soobin— I—” He couldn’t find the words, mind a jumbled mess as Soobin gives him just enough friction to keep him teetering close to the edge but not quite enough to push him off.
“You’re so pretty hyung. Even your dick is so pretty, I wish I could have it in me.” Soobin sighs wistfully, pressing a thumb into Yeonjun’s slit.
An image of Soobin bouncing on his cock appears in his mind and Yeonjun whimpers. Shit . The coil in his abdomen draws tighter and tighter. “What— what are you saying?”
“But,” Soobin sighs, hand slowing to a stop, “you don't feel the same way as me.”
“What?” Yeonjun asks dumbly, disoriented from the ruined orgasm. His body feels as if he's been dunked into ice-cold water.
The younger rests his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder and lets go of his cock.
“I said, you don't feel the same way as me,” Soobin repeats, “I like you—I like you so much and I’ve been wanting you to fuck me so bad hyung, even took off my shirt and walked around the house for you but you didn't even bat an eye.”
Yeonjun stares at the wall behind Soobin in disbelief, mouth agape.
“Sorry for touching you,” he whispers, backing off with a sad smile, “and thanks for helping me change these.”
The door closes silently behind Soobin and Yeonjun slumps backwards, ignoring how uncomfortably sticky his dick is against his thighs.
What?
A tear, and then two, and a sob bubbles up his throat.
Is he being played with? Does Soobin know?
Yeonjun cries silently in the bathroom, months of pent-up emotions spilling out in the form of tears. He washes away the tears and stickiness on his thighs in the shower, but it does not wash away the pain and confusion in his heart. What does Soobin mean that he had done all those with the purpose of gaining his attention? He likes him? What about the senior from the party? The hickey?
Was it all a sick joke?
The apartment is dark when he exits the bathroom, except for a small crack of light coming from underneath Soobin’s door. Good. He needs to be alone right now. He’s so preoccupied with his thoughts, absentmindedly putting his underwear on, that he failed to notice the figure entering his room until a hand claps around his wrist, startling him.
“Were you crying?”
Soobin looks at him, brows furrowed while worrying his lip between his teeth.
“No, I wasn’t,” Yeonjun sniffles, clearly lying, “could you please leave so that I can put some clothes on? I’m only in my underwear if you can’t tell.”
“Hyung I’m so sorry—”
“I said leave!” Yeonjun snaps, raising his voice, and Soobin flinches. The younger grabs onto him with both hands, desperate.
“Please hear me out, I’m– I’m really sorry for touching you without permission. I’ve liked you for so long and you were so hot and hard because of me that I couldn’t help myself and—”
“What?” Yeonjun whispers, not believing his ears. Not after the party and the hickey. “Are you joking?”
“I like you,” Soobin says with conviction, “I like you so much Choi Yeonjun, since the day we met. And I’m sorry for touching you without permission I won’t blame you if you hate me and want me to leave—”
“No! No it’s okay Binnie… and me too,” Yeonjun responds quietly a few moments later, “since the day we met.”
He watches the realisation settle on Soobin’s face, eyes widening before turning into little crescents with the strength of his smile. He gasps, bouncing on the spot with a little squeal and a laugh bubbles out of Yeonjun as Soobin drags him onto the bed with him, rolling him over and crushing him in a tight hug.
“Since the day we met?”
“Yeah, since the day I met you hyung.” Soobin whispers, pressing their foreheads together. Yeonjun couldn’t help but grin, his heart feeling much lighter for the first time in months. But he knows they still have plenty to talk about first, and he tells Soobin as such.
“I know, I agree we should have a proper talk about this tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow.”
Yeonjun hums, reaching up to cup Soobin’s cheeks with his palm. There’s still a lingering sense of disbelief and uncertainty, but the man he's in love with and most probably loves him too is lying in his arms right now and that's all that matters.
“Can I kiss you now though?” Yeonjun murmurs, flipping them over and easing Soobin gently into the sheets. The younger nods and Yeonjun leans in, pressing his lips against Soobin’s who winds his arms around Yeonjun’s neck and tilts his head, their lips slotting together in a soft kiss. One hand slides underneath Soobin’s shirt to hold his waist and he lets out a small muffled noise against Yeonjun’s lips. It’s perfect.
Yeonjun pulls back for air and Soobin sighs, sinking back into the pillow underneath his head. Wordlessly, he tugs on Soobin’s shirt, lifting it off the younger, taking in a deep breath when the younger’s piercings come into view.
“You're so pretty, you know that?” Yeonjun murmurs, thumbing a nipple, taking in the way Soobin’s eyes flutter close with a soft moan, “It drove me crazy when I found out about these piercings.”
Soobin smirks, reaching his arms up to stretch his body like a cat lazing in the afternoon sun. He doesn’t miss the way Yeonjun’s eyes are glued to his chest, darkening slightly when he arches his back. “Good, I was hoping it would.”
“Yeah?” Yeonjun breathes, leaning forward to press a kiss to the column of the other’s throat, “Well it did, it made me want to do all sorts of things to you Soobinnie.”
The younger lets out a soft chuckle that turns into a breathy moan when Yeonjun nips at his throat, before licking over the same spot. He tugs Yeonjun back up by the chin, pulling the other into a filthy kiss, hands reaching up to tug on his inky black locks.
“Show me what you wanted to do to me,” Soobin whispers against his lips, slightly breathless, “please.”
Something dangerous settles in his gut. “You don't know what you're asking for.”
“Use me as you wish, you can play with my tits, or cum on them I know you want to.”
Yeonjun freezes. He’s not sure where his shy, easily embarrassed Soobin learnt to talk like that but he would have cummed right there if he didn’t have better self-control. He sucks in a deep breath, carding his hand through his wet bangs to compose himself, but Soobin moans a little at the sight and he feels his resolve crumbling. Fuck .
“You asked for it,” Yeonjun says—nearly growls—leaning back down to suck a harsh mark below Soobin’s jaw. He moves down the younger’s neck to his collarbones, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises in his wake, before closing his mouth around a nipple. Yeonjun laves his tongue around it, pulling on the soft skin with his teeth and sucking, drawing out a beautiful moan from the man beneath him. He plays with the piercing, tugging on it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue until Soobin loses control of himself, making sinful noises loud enough for their neighbours to hear them. He’s so far gone that he has no idea his hands are buried in Yeonjun’s hair and gripping it so tightly that it stings, but Yeonjun doesn’t mind the pain.
He moves on to the next nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. Spurred on by the lewd noises escaping the younger, he bites even harder, tugging on the piercing with his teeth, and Soobin chokes out a dry sob.
“Shit.” Soobin keens, back arching in a silent plea for more. Despite that, he tugs Yeonjun’s head away from his chest. “Please cum on my chest, I want—I need it so bad .”
Yeonjun exhaled harshly through his nose, arousal pooling like lit fire in his gut at Soobin’s words. “Fuck. Soobinnie—okay.”
He tugs off his underwear with shaky hands, revealing his half-hard cock that rested against his abs. In one swift motion, he tugs off Soobin’s sweatpants and underwear as well, biting his lips when Soobin’s red and leaky cock comes into view. Crawling forward, he positions himself over Soobin’s chest, resting his tip on the other’s bottom lip. “Suck.”
Soobin’s eyes flick up to Yeonjun’s face, eyes wide and so sweet-looking as he tilts his head forward to wrap his head around the tip, suckling at the head and giving it a few kitten licks before opening his mouth wider for Yeonjun to push his cock completely into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head along the length, moaning at the feeling of Yeonjun hardening rapidly against his tongue.
“You look so beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of cock,” Yeonjun whispers, the image of Soobin’s plush lips wrapped around his cock forever burned into his mind.
As much as he’s tempted to fuck the younger’s face, he’s got a wish to fulfil. He pulls back despite Soobin’s unhappy whine, cock completely coated and dripping with saliva, a line of spit connecting the head of his cock to Soobin’s lips. Yeonjun wipes it off with his finger, shoving it back into Soobin’s pliant mouth and he growls when the younger sucks on his finger akin to how he sucked on his cock earlier.
“Gonna fuck your tits right now, do you still want that?”
Soobin nods, an angry blush taking over his face despite being the one to suggest it earlier.
“Be good and touch yourself for me then baby.”
Yeonjun presses his cock to Soobin’s sternum, giving a few experimental thrusts. The glide is smooth and delicious thanks to the other’s saliva, and he moans, thrusting harder against Soobin’s chest. He can see the younger reach down to grab his cock, stroking himself in time with Yeonjun’s thrusts. Precum leaks from his tip onto the younger’s flushed chest, which he collects on his fingers and rubs on Soobin’s nipples.
Soobin throws his head back, broken moans falling from his lips as he jerks himself off faster, hips twitching helplessly. With his noises sounding like they came straight out of porn, Yeonjun is not sure if he can last any longer.
“Can I cum? Please?” Soobin begs, voice high and whiny and that sends him over the edge, orgasm crashing into him unexpectedly. White ropes splatter across Soobin’s chest, some splattering onto the younger’s neck and chin, and the younger cums too with a loud moan. Soobin shivers at the sticky feeling on his chest, but he doesn’t have much time to think about it before Yeonjun collapses to his side, resting his face on his shoulder.
“Holy shit Soobin,” Yeonjun breathes, “didn’t take you to be a beggar.”
Soobin groans loudly in embarrassment, “shut up you liked it enough to cum immediately.”
He chooses not to reply to that, instead grabbing the wet tissues from Soobin’s desk to wipe them both down, before getting rid of the remaining clothes on Soobin. Yeonjun is about to turn off the lamp before a hand shoots out to grab his wrist, stopping him.
“We’re going to sleep?”
“Are we not?”
“I mean, I thought we were going for round two. I wanted to ride you…” Soobin trails off, a little hesitant and unsure of himself, but Yeonjun flips over, hovering above the love of his life.
“If that’s what you want then,” Yeonjun smirks, hands already running along Soobin’s thigh seductively, “how could I say no?”
“Fuck—fuck hyung! Ah—Yeonjun please—” Soobin whines, thighs shaking and fingers digging helplessly into the sheets.
“Mmm,” Yeonjun hums, laving his tongue over the younger’s hole, “patience baby.”
Soobin doesn’t know patience. Not when Yeonjun has been working his tongue over his hole while rubbing his thumb over the head of his weeping cock for the past ten? Fifteen minutes? He sobs into the pillow, knees threatening to give out when Yeonjun pries his cheeks open with one hand and finally pushes a finger into his clenching hole. One finger turns into two then three, his pliant hole accommodating it all. He’s so desperate after being eaten out for god knows how long, but Yeonjun is purposefully avoiding his prostate, hand holding his hip in place so that he can’t fuck himself back on Yeonjun’s fingers. Fucking bastard .
A hand lands on his ass with a loud smack and Soobin jolts, ripping out a loud moan from his throat.
“Call me mean names and I’ll leave you here and take care of myself in the bathroom,” Yeonjun growls from behind him. He must have accidentally said it out loud.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please just fuck me already.” Soobin cries, wiggling his hips. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get Yeonjun’s cock in him right now. To his dismay, Yeonjun ignores him and continues to thrust his fingers into Soobin, before easing a fourth into the younger.
“Fuck!” Soobin gasps at the stretch, his chest heaving as a dry sob escapes. He presses his eyes into the back of his hands to suppress the tears threatening to fall. Behind him, Yeonjun hums appreciatively. “You’re so good at taking my fingers.”
He would kick the older if he could, but Soobin’s body is close to giving out after being edged for the past forty minutes. He whines helplessly, hole clenching when Yeonjun’s fingers finally slip out of him.
“I’m sorry— I’ll be good I promise.”
“Will you?” Yeonjun leans forward to card his hands through his hair and Soobin nods fervently.
“Yes,” He pushes himself off the mattress, climbing into the older man’s lap, “Please let me ride you. I’ll be a good cocksleeve please.”
Soobin nearly cries in relief when Yeonjun grabs the bottle of lube and squeezes some onto his cock. He sits back and watches the older coat his entire cock with lube, hands placed on his thighs obediently.
“Your filthy mouth will be the death of me. Come here.” Soobin crawls forward eagerly, whimpering when the head of Yeonjun’s cock rubs against his entrance. It doesn’t burn, thoroughly stretched from Yeonjun’s fingers earlier, but he still feels the stretch as he slowly sinks down, until Yeonjun’s hard length is completely seated inside him.
“You’re so big,” Soobin gasps, overwhelmed, “i— ‘m so full.”
“Mmmh, take your time baby, don’t hurt yourself.”
The soothing kisses Yeonjun presses into the marks on his neck does the job and Soobin finally relaxes, carefully lifting himself up and rolling his hip down, both moaning in unison at the sensation.
Gradually, Soobin begins to bounce faster in Yeonjun’s lap, short moans being punched out of him as he fucks himself on Yeonjun’s length, the other’s hand on his hips to help him move. The younger is a sight for sore eyes—Soobin has that look on his face, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, nipple piercings clinking softly with every bounce on his cock.
“You look so pretty,” Yeonjun mumbles, dragging his hands up Soobin’s torso and brushing a thumb over his nipples, pulling a weak moan out of the younger. He’s getting tired, thighs starting to ache, but the whispered praises into his skin push him to continue, determined to fuck himself silly on Yeonjun’s cock until his legs completely give out.
When Soobin starts slowing down, his pace turning erratic, Yeonjun knows he’s getting tired. Pulling the younger down into a kiss, he flips them over, before sliding his cock back into Soobin. This position allows for Yeonjun to reach deeper into him and he hits his prostate dead on, punching a strangled moan out of the younger.
“Hyung! Yeonjun hyung—so good, ah fuck it’s so good.” Soobin cries out, nails scratching down the other’s back. Yeonjun lifts Soobin’s legs up for the younger to hold onto, his pace never once faltering. He essentially has the younger folded in half, Soobin’s legs pinned to his chest as he pistons his hips into the younger, harsh slaps of skin against skin filling the room. Every thrust brushes against his prostate and Soobin feels his abdomen tighten with the need to cum.
“Cum—c-can I cum? Please.” Soobin cries, voice hoarse from how much he had been screaming.
“Y-yes. Cum for me Soobinnie.”
It only takes a couple more strokes before Soobin cums with the loudest cry yet, teeth clamping down on Yeonjun’s shoulder as he fucks the younger through his orgasm. The sharp pain pulls a shocked moan out of Yeonjun, thrusts turning erratic as he approaches his climax.
“On my chest,” Soobin whispers tiredly, soothing the bite mark with his tongue.
“Again?”
“You love it. Don’t lie.”
Yeonjun quickly pulls out, stroking himself to completion above Soobin’s chest. Soobin cups his pecs and pushes them together and the sight pushes Yeonjun over the edge with a loud moan.
Soobin whimpers at the feeling of hot cum spilling onto his chest and coating his nipples. It should not feel that hot but it does, and his cock twitches tiredly against his stomach. Dragging his fingers through the mess on his chest, he makes eye contact with Yeonjun who's still hovering above him, before popping his fingers into his mouth.
He sucks his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of Yeonjun on his tongue, before pulling his clean fingers out with a pop. “You should cum in my mouth next time.”
Yeonjun groans, turning away from the sight. “Stop it or else I’m going to get hard again and I don't think I have the energy for another round.”
The older leaves briefly to grab wet tissues, cheeks lighting up adorably when he returns to Soobin shamelessly checking out his naked body. It's a stark contrast from how he's like in bed and Soobin can't help but smile at how endearing the older is. He lets Yeonjun wipe them both down, whimpering when the wet tissue drags across his abused nipples. Once they're both clean, he crawls under the covers, holding it open for Yeonjun to join him as well.
Soobin turns towards his best friend, roommate, lover—his cheeks heats up at the thought of calling Yeonjun his lover—and pulls the older man into his arms. His heart swells at how small Yeonjun feels in his arms. Yeonjun is always the one taking care of him, so his heart is full knowing that he can protect the older and take care of him in his own way as well. The older brings a hand up to his cheek and stares at him, full of adoration in his eyes. Soobin nearly cries.
He pulls Yeonjun flush to himself, wrapping his arms securely around his shoulder and pressing his cheek into Yeonjun’s hair.
They will talk tomorrow.