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“Okay,” Sunoo confidently stated, looking him in the eye.
Jungwon did a double take, looking around and behind himself to make sure it was him Sunoo was talking to and not someone else who had started having a random conversation with him in the middle of the street. Finding only the others standing on the curb looking at them in amusement, Jungwon squinted his eyes and took a step closer. If he was real, then perhaps the problem was Sunoo. The alcohol must’ve gotten to him and he was hallucinating Sunoo cause no way would real Sunoo say yes to this.
A sharp sting on his arm jolted him and he looked down to find his skin pinched between Sunoo’s fingers.
“Hello? Can we get going now?” Sunoo waved his free hand in front of his face.
“Um,” Jungwon started hesitantly. “Are you sure you heard me correctly?” he questioned.
An annoyed huff left the brunette’s mouth, drawing Jungwon’s eyes to the perfect pout of those perfect pink lips. This was not the time for such thoughts.
“I always knew you were a lightweight but I didn’t realise you couldn’t handle it this badly.”
“I’m not drunk!”
“Then you shouldn’t be asking me to repeat myself. Can we get going now? The others are waiting,” Sunoo cast a pointed glance at the group of guys pretending not to be eavesdropping on their conversation.
“But you just said you’d sit on my lap!” Jungwon blurted out. Distantly, he heard a muffled laugh. It was probably Jake, that bastard. This was all his fault.
“Yes. You offered. I accepted. That’s how a transaction works,” Sunoo’s sentences got shorter and snippier and Jungwon could tell the drowsy effect of the alcohol was kicking in making him more irritable.
As Jungwon continued to search for the right words to encompass his bafflement, a car pulled up next to them. Ni-ki wasted no time getting into the front passenger seat, letting Jake and Heeseung climb into the very back with Jay and Sunghoon sitting in the middle seats, leaving exactly one spot open for the two boys.
“Look, Jungwon. Either you can get in and let me sit on your lap or, we leave you here and the six of us get a seat for ourselves. Both work for me. It’s up to you.”
Jungwon groaned, dragging his feet across the pavement and reluctantly sliding into the vacant seat. He closed his eyes and leaned back, soon feeling a comforting weight settling on top of him.
Jungwon could feel Sunoo fidgeting, almost jolting off of him the few times the driver pulled violent turns. He itched to grab him and hold him securely. Warm within his embrace and tucked safely in the cavity of his heart, willing to rip his own chest in the process if that’s what it took to get Sunoo there.
Trying to keep his mind off the pretty boy, Jungwon thought back to how this predicament even happened.
Like he said, it was all that bastard Jake’s fault. Sure, the others had their fair share of the blame because they were too cheap to get two taxis (being students does that to you) and too big to be the ones sharing. They had demanded that the smaller ones stack on top of each other like legos because oh no my legs are too long they’ll get cramped . Fuck tall people. Oh, and it just had to be Jake’s birthday today (well yesterday technically– it was currently 2 in the morning) and he just had to insist on getting his own seat because birthday boy privileges .
Jungwon had offered jokingly, saying Sunoo could sit on his lap when the other boy had started whining about how he didn’t want to get squished under Jungwon. He hadn’t expected the boy to say yes.
He was planning on badgering Sunghoon into letting him sit on his lap because he didn’t think Sunoo would want to sit anywhere near him so that resounding acceptance had given him whiplash.
The entire situation made no sense to him. Why? Because Sunoo obviously hated him.
How could he not notice when the golden-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at him every time he walked into a room? How could he not notice when the one with pretty eyelashes would never meet his eye when they had a conversation? Always glancing at a lower point on his face as if he couldn’t stand making that connection with him. How could he not notice when he was always subject to the mole on his cheek, the side profile of him being the only view he could get because he always seemed to turn away when they were in any sort of proximity?
So yes. Sunoo hated him.
And now Sunoo was sitting on his lap.
Jungwon was very confused.
Slight shaking from on top of him caused Jungwon to open his eyes. Sunoo was shivering, the AC on full blast straight onto his bare legs. Jungwon finally wrapped an arm around Sunoo’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The boy instantly stilled, posture rigid and hands delicately balanced on his thighs. Jungwon attempted to silently console him, nosing at his hair and tightening his arm like a seat belt.
Despite the stench of beer clinging onto every crevice of the bar, Sunoo still retained his signature lavender smell. Was it his laundry detergent or his shampoo? He couldn’t tell. It seemed to fuse with him, each strand of hair, each carefully woven thread of his clothes. It was all lavender.
When Jungwon was younger, his parents made him play tennis. He begged them not to take him. He’d do anything but tennis! He offered alternate solutions like basketball and football but his parents turned a deaf ear to him. If his cousins were playing tennis, why shouldn’t he? That was their logic. That’s why every Wednesday, like clockwork, he was picked up after school, an egg wrap and tennis racket shoved unceremoniously into his hands and the smell of lavender air freshener filling his lungs as they drove to the dreaded courts.
Jungwon didn’t like lavender. He associated it with red clay courts and hard green balls, and those hazy memories as a seven-year-old going somewhere he didn’t want to.
Everything about Sunoo was lavender. Sunoo was the tranquillity in a storm, soft pastel walls in a room of dull greys. Soothing, calm, open. Sunoo made him like lavender.
Jungwon let Sunoo’s presence lull him to sleep.
“Jungwon. Psst Jungwon,” a melodic voice whispered in his ear.
“Hmmph?”
“Jungwon, we’re at my place now and I need to get off. But you look so tired since you’re with me, do you want to just stay the night?” Sunoo offered. Jungwon looked around the rest of the car, finding it empty aside from one other person. He cast a hesitant look at Jay who was the last one left, the others having been dropped off along the way. Getting only an encouraging thumbs up, Jungwon got out of the car and followed Sunoo to his front door.
“Um, do you want me to sleep on the couch?” Jungwon asked, awkwardly perched on the arm of said couch while he awaited Sunoo’s verdict.
Sunoo looked at him incredulously as if he would never dream of letting a guest sleep on the sofa. “Of course not. We can share my bed. Come on.”
Jungwon didn’t question it. The night made his brain hurt from thinking too hard and he didn’t want to add any more pressure.
He tried to keep to his side of the bed during the night but somehow still ended up octopus-wrapping around Sunoo. Luckily, he woke up before him. Jungwon tried to untangle them quietly and slip away while Sunoo was still asleep but the endeavour proved unsuccessful when a groggy voice spoke from behind him.
“Oh, are you awake?” Sunoo groaned, rubbing over his eyes. “What do you want for breakfast? I can make a mean egg wrap.”
“Sounds good,” he mumbled back. Jungwon was a spineless coward who couldn’t even say no to his most hated food.
Hastily, Jungwon stuffed the last bite of the wrap into his mouth, pushing back his chair and standing up from the table. The atmosphere between them was too tense and unnatural. Sure, Jungwon didn’t have a hangover but he felt very sure he would soon develop a headache if he continued to spend any more time in Sunoo’s presence trying to Sherlock Holme his way through Sunoo’s motives.
“Jungwon, do you want to watch a movie with me?” the other piped up.
Jungwon paused and stared at him, trying to decipher the underlying meaning of his words.
“What?” he deadpanned.
“A movie. Let’s watch a movie. I feel like we never hang out.” Jungwon bitterly wondered whose fault that was but how could he resist the olive branch Sunoo was now offering? He looked so earnest.
Jungwon hummed his acceptance and made his way to the living room, settling on the sofa to wait for Sunoo to finish eating.
“Oh, the TV in there doesn’t work,” Sunoo informed him when he passed by Jungwon, setting a steady path towards his bedroom. “We’ll have to use the one in there.”
Like an obedient puppy (or in his case, kitten) Jungwon followed him and lay down on the bed.
Jungwon hadn’t realised last night but everything here smelt like lavender. There was a candle on the corner of the dresser and a set of diffuser sticks placed right next to the standing circle mirror on his desk. From the jacket thrown haphazardly on the chair to the fairy lights strung around the border of his room– everything was infused with a soft purple glow.
He could barely pay attention to the movie, too focused on how close Sunoo was lying next to him. What movie were they even watching? Call Me Tomorrow? Call Me Maybe? Call Me By Your Name? Jungwon didn’t know. What he did know was the feel of Sunoo’s breath against him, fanning against his skin and warming the air around him. Had an hour already passed? Or had it just been ten minutes?
When Jungwon looked back at the TV, Elio was straddling Oliver on the bed. Suddenly, he was reminded of last night. He couldn’t help but imagine what would have happened if Sunoo turned around just the slightest bit, or perhaps had they been alone, Sunoo’s knees could have been on either side of his hips, reminiscent of the scene on screen.
A sharp inhale reminded Jungwon of where he was and that the very boy he was dreaming about was right next to him. With fiery red cheeks, Jungwon glanced at Sunoo, only to find him already staring at him with heady eyes.
He jerked back to the screen and abruptly realised he shouldn’t have. The clothes of the men on screen were being taken off in haste, both too eager and impatient to have the other in their arms. Bare skin and soft kisses, that’s the only thing Jungwon could see. Something so intimate between two individuals.
It felt inappropriate to be watching this with Sunoo so he averted his gaze again to see how Sunoo was reacting to the scene. However, it seemed like Sunoo still hadn’t taken his eyes off him.
This time, he couldn’t break the eye contact. Flecks of molten brown in the warm golden eyes. Blown-out irises, the black so all-encompassing that Jungwon just wanted to surrender, giving up now before they swallowed him whole into the murky depths of the galaxy beneath.
And now fingers were caressing his jaw and he was drawn to the magnetic pull of Sunoo’s lips, leaning in, in, in, waiting, waiting, waiting, and then he stopped.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” he whispered against parted lips.
“What you haven’t had the courage to.”
And then their lips were colliding, jumping, dancing to the beat of their hearts as their tongues twirled each other around inside their very own ballroom.
Sunoo drew a circle with the tip of his tongue inside Jungwon’s mouth. Jungwon reached out, deepening the kiss and sucking on the invading appendage. The feeling was new, Jungwon was charting through unknown territory and drawing a map of the places that made Sunoo yank at his hair. Caressing tongues, sharp teeth. His most precious landmarks. Sunoo’s mouth may be unfamiliar but god how Jungwon hoped it would become his most thoroughly explored land.
“Wait, pause,” Jungwon pulled away for breath. “I’m not doing this with you with them watching us. Especially since we were meant to be watching them,” he pointed vaguely at the wall where the movie was still playing.
Sunoo huffed a laugh, rolling over and getting the remote from his bedside to switch the TV off.
He crawled back towards him and Jungwon held his breath. He looked so delicious, with a steady motion emphasising his strong shoulders. Like a powerful tiger stalking its prey, drawing in closer and waiting for the right time to pounce.
Jungwon leaned back on his elbows, spreading his legs and inviting Sunoo to climb on top of him. As Sunoo moved up his body, he slowly lay himself down, putting his head on the pillow and finally releasing a short sharp laugh when Sunoo's face hovered over him, bangs falling off his forehead.
He could feel him pressing everywhere. Elbows digging into the mattress beside his head, their stomachs grazing slightly. Jungwon wanted that shirt off. So he did.
Jungwon gripped Sunoo’s hips, palms turning up against his torso and sliding underneath his shirt. The path of his hands moving up towards his chest dragged the fabric along with them, revealing hardened nipples as the full force of the cold autumn air hit them.
Bending at the knees, Sunoo sat back on top of him and properly pulled off the shirt, letting Jungwon briefly appreciate the sight before pink round lips slammed into his again. Jungwon whimpered, feeling Sunoo’s teeth lightly nip at the skin of his lips.
Sunoo moved on to lightly nudging at his jaw, trailing down till he reached his neck with Jungwon arching back his head and displaying his prominent Adam’s apple. He let out an involuntary moan when he felt Sunoo gather the stretched-out skin above his Adam’s apple in his mouth and simply bite . A sting of pain rushed through his body and he grabbed a fistful of Sunoo’s hair, pushing his face further into his neck.
Sunoo took that as his cue to continue scraping his teeth along his skin as he slowly moved from his neck to his collarbones and then to his bare shoulders as his shirt was pushed askew.
Sunoo adjusting on top of his made their bulges rub together with friction. Jungwon blushed as he realised his thinking capacity was lower because all his blood was rushing to the wrong head.
That’s why he still didn’t know if this was real. Here he was with the guy of his dreams suckling on his neck like some sexy vampire. He wouldn’t even mind if Sunoo drew blood. And that made him let out another moan, imagining Sunoo’s lips dripping with a bright red, similar to the gloss he sometimes wore. Was the gloss cherry? It didn’t matter because this special lip stain would have a rich metallic taste, only emphasised by Sunoo’s minty breath.
But then again, that’s all this could be: a dream. Jungwon had to make sure.
“Hyung, let me touch you.”
“You want to touch me?” Sunoo pulled away from him, using his arms to stay slightly above Jungwon.
Jungwon couldn’t stand that intoxicating stare which he was often subject to: pulled-down eyebrows and a scrunched-up nose which Jungwon had always associated with dislike but was coming to the epiphany that perhaps he had misread Sunoo this entire time.
Jungwon eagerly nodded, letting Sunoo shimmy off him and sit on the edge of the bed. When Jungwon looked at him with a confused tilt of his head, Sunoo spread his legs into a wide v-shape, tapping the space between with his foot.
Jungwon threw himself off the bed, landing roughly on his knees and scrambling to kneel between the open legs. He lay his ear on Sunoo’s thigh, looking up at him through his lashes and waiting for further instructions.
Sunoo tapped his cheek with a gentle hand. “Aren’t you gonna touch me now, sweetheart?”
Tentatively, Jungwon reached forward to take the zip of Sunoo’s pants in between his teeth. He tried to pull down, feeling the unpleasant grind of metal against bones before he stopped, giving up and using his fingers instead.
Sunoo’s cock strained against his boxers, leaving a clear outline of the shape and a wet spot on the blue underwear which he was leaking against. Jungwon pushed his nose against the wet patch, taking a deep inhale. Amidst the overpowering salty smell, he could still detect the light hints of lavender on the fabric of his boxers. The mixture of scents was like a potent love potion made especially for Jungwon– amortentia that was so inherently Sunoo that Jungwon never wanted to leave.
Playing with the hair on the nape of Jungwon’s head, Sunoo spoke, “Don’t leave me hanging, Wonie.”
Jungwon nodded, pulling down Sunoo’s boxers and causing his cock to slap against his stomach as it was released from its confines. Watching porn and never having understood how dicks could possibly be attractive to people, Jungwon suddenly went through a spiritual awakening as the only word to describe Sunoo’s cock was pretty .
Everything about Sunoo was so pretty. Jungwon could write sonnets and ballads and put poets to shame if he was ever given the chance to talk about how pretty Sunoo was. And now those love songs would be an extra few minutes, the ballads an extra few verses and the novels an extra few pages because somehow, even Sunoo’s cock was pretty and how could he not talk about that? Sunoo deserved every bit of worship and Jungwon was willing to be a devoted follower.
Jungwon wrapped his hands against Sunoo’s cock, for once thanking that his hands were always a bit clammy and Sunoo wasn’t hissing in pain at the dry friction. Carefully, he stuck out his tongue, giving a tiny lick to the tip to get a taste first.
Humming in approval, he gave bigger licks. Feeling a hand fisting in his hair, Jungwon dropped his mouth open and fit his lips around the head. He was too zealous with his movement, the tip brushing the back of his throat and instantly inciting his gag reflex. He pulled off with a cough before leaning in and trying again, this time slowly pushing himself further until his lips touched the edge of his own hands.
He shut his eyes and started bobbing his head, twisting both his hands to make it feel good in the places he couldn’t reach with his mouth. He went rougher and then a bit gentler, trying to get a good feel of what Sunoo liked with the high-keening noises that he made. Slowly, he built up a steady pace, rubbing his thighs together to get the friction he so desired.
Jungwon was desperate to make Sunoo come undone around him. Feel him shudder inside his mouth and only think of Jungwon whenever he jerked himself off in the future. He was determined to be Sunoo’s one-and-only, ranked number 1 in Sunoo’s tournament. He wanted to win all future games, never give up a set and be the winner in every match.
With that thought, Jungwon came with a ragged moan inside his pants, pulling off Sunoo and nuzzling into his crotch.
“You did so well, sweetheart. No teeth,” Sunoo stroked his head. “My good boy.”
Jungwon made a sad noise, looking down at Sunoo’s still-hard cock.
“Oh love, is this your first time?” Sunoo cooed.
Embarrassed, Jungwon ducked his head, giving a silent answer to the question.
“You were perfect. Here, let me show you what else I like.”
Jungwon surrendered his hands to Sunoo, letting him guide their movement on Sunoo’s dick. He stared mesmerised at Sunoo. The boy had closed his eyes, small whines audible in the air as he worked his hands on top of Jungwon’s.
It felt like a different sort of euphoria when Sunoo finally released white strips onto his face, Jungwon instantly closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue to catch as much as he could.
After Jungwon swallowed, he lay back down against Sunoo’s legs, pressing soft kisses onto his exposed thighs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Sunoo eventually whispered, still lovingly petting his head.
They’d both changed clothes– Jungwon wearing his own shirt with a pair of Sunoo’s sweatpants– and were cuddling on the couch in the living room when Jungwon decided to blurt out what was still somewhat plaguing his mind.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make you come,” Jungwon felt guilt deep in his gut and he couldn’t make himself look at Sunoo as he spoke. He had been able to get off without any external stimulation from Sunoo yet he couldn’t even make Sunoo feel good. Having now come down from his high, all that was running in his head was the thought of why Sunoo would possibly like someone like him.
“I loved everything you did,” Sunoo assured him, murmuring into his side.
“You called me sweetheart,” Jungwon prodded.
Sunoo agreed. “Did you like it?”
Jungwon lightly nodded, hoping Sunoo could comprehend without him saying anything.
“Don’t you want to be my sweetheart?”
“I- I do,” Jungwon confirmed. And then he couldn’t keep it in. “I thought you hated me.”
Sunoo turned to fully face him, leaning in to brush their noses together and breathe the same air. “Oh, my kitten, how could I ever hate you? All I’ve ever done is like you too much.”
“So all those times you avoided me?” he prompted.
“Your eyes, my love, they’re just so captivating. I was scared I would do something I would regret if I got lost in them too long.”
“I think you gave me the shock of my life when you went from not speaking to me to sitting on my lap,” Jungwon confessed.
Sunoo's smile widened, and he inclined his head, his breath warm against Jungwon's ear. "Well, I'm glad it worked out this way," Sunoo whispered, sending a jolt of electricity through Jungwon's body.
Before Jungwon could respond, Sunoo pulled back, brandishing his phone and opening the music app.
“Care to dance?” Sunoo asked, holding out his hand to Jungwon with his eyes sparkling in mischief.
“Pardon?” Jungwon couldn’t keep up with the abrupt change in conversation.
“Jake’s party. You didn’t dance with me,” Sunoo pouted.
“It was a bar. I didn’t realise we were meant to dance,” he attempted to defend himself.
“Well, we can do it now.”
With a bright beam, Jungwon took Sunoo's hand.
With their hands on each other’s hips and the slow tempo of the music, Jungwon let himself fall into the lavender surrounding him. Calm and all around. He let himself fall into Sunoo.
Maybe it was good he didn’t become a tennis player. After all, you know what they say? Tennis players hate love.