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Jong-woo sighs as his work day ends. He really does not want to return back to the boarding house, even getting shivers just thinking about it. He begrudgingly got up from his seat, picking up his black backpack from the back of his chair and leaving the building. He thought deeply as he walked home, “maybe I should call up Jae-ho to ask if I could stay over?” He asked himself. His legs ached as he walked up the seemingly never ending flights of stairs to get up to the boarding house. With a groan, he gave up halfway up the stairs, falling onto his knees and bowing his head. When the smell of cigarette smoke filled his nostrils, he immediately stopped moving. Not even taking a breath. He knew the smell to well. It was Moon-Jo. He heard the dragging and scraping of the man’s feet as he approached Jong-woo. Jong-woo closed his eyes and prayed silently.

“You’re arriving home awfully late, hm?” The soft but dark voice like a crack of thunder on a rainy day to Jong-woo. Jong-woo built up the courage to pick his head up and look at the man. When he looked up, Moon-Jo was looming over him. “Are you going to answer me, jagiya? You know it’s very rude not to answer someone while they’re talking to you.” Moon-Jo spoke once more. Jong-woo almost gagged at the nickname. He stood up fully, legs weak as he steadied himself and almost fell backwards in the process. “I had a long day. I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone.” Jong-woo said which was half-true. Jong-woo walked past him, shoulders grazing against eachother slightly as he continued to walk up the never ending steps. “Wait for me, jagiya.” Moon-Jo said, following right behind him like a lovesick puppy.

They arrived at the boarding house, every minute feeling like an hour to Jong-woo. Now that they were in the dim lights of the boarding house, Jong-woo finally realized that he was carrying a small red box with a handle. He didn’t comment on the box and instead walked right past him desperately trying to get into his room. Once finally in his room, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was way too tired to write that night, collapsing into bed the second he stepped into the room. He was angry and he didn’t understand why. The anger in him had been boiling up ever since he stepped into the boarding house. He took off his backpack and changed into different clothes, grey sweatpants and a baggy black tshirt. He was completely unaware of the eyes that were on him as Moon-Jo watched him through the small hole in the wall.

Moon-Jo’s lips curved into a devilish smile as he looked at Jong-woo’s slim and twink-ish body. He almost let out a groan as his hard member pressed against the wall. He bit his lip, knowing how thin the walls of the building were. He continued watching as Jong-woo slipped out of the fabric and put on a comfy outfit. His hand, (almost with a mind of its own) went down to the black sweatpants he was wearing. He palmed himself through the thin fabric letting out sharp breaths against the wall. He pushed off his sweatpants, his hard dick jumping out. He never bothered to wear boxers when he was at the boarding house alone. He wrapped his hand around his length, the eight inches of meat wobbling against his own touch. He slowly pumped his dick as his mind raced with inappropriate thoughts of Jong-woo. He went faster before releasing into his hand. He cleaned himself up before pulling a chair over to the wall and sitting down on it. His plan? Watch Jong-woo sleep like the creep he was.

Jong-woo woke up in the morning. He had another dream about the army, like usual but his nightmares of the army had never been this bad before. He moaned loudly as he stretched, his back hurting from the position he slept in. He whimpered softly as he rubbed his back. He sat up in bed, contemplating his life like he always did before getting up. He smelt a bit bad and needed a shower badly after his night of sleep.

He left his room, towel rested up on his shoulder. He lazily walked down the hallway. He made it to the communal showers and turned it on. He hadn’t realized walking in behind him until he heard the sound of his voice. He jumped slightly from his deep voice which cut into the quiet sounds of the water rushing from the shower. “You’re up early.” Jong-woo commented hesitantly. He suddenly felt really self conscious knowing he was showering and naked next to a man he didn’t trust at all. Moon-Jo responded with a hum as he turned on the shower next to Jong-woo. Moon-Jo stared at Jong-woo as he showered. He silently appreciated Jong-woo’s body and didn’t even care if Jong-woo caught him staring or not.

After the long shower Jong-woo took, he went back to his room. Upon realizing it was the weekend he silently cheered to himself. He was both happy and sad. He was happy he didn’t have to deal with his coworker’s shit but also sad because it meant he had to deal with the creepy residents who lived with him. The only resident he found comfort in seeing was Seok-yoon who seemed to be the only sane one in the place. After agreeing to hang out for the day, he went to Seok-Yoon’s room after getting dressed. As they left the building, they didn’t even notice Moon-Jo standing at the end of the hallway, jealousy and possessiveness boiling up inside him. It took Moon-Jo all his will not to kill Seok-yoon right then and there as he watched Seok-yoon and Jong-woo walk down the hallway talking.

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After a long night of drinking with Seok-Yoon, Jong-woo and Seok-Yoon practically drag eachother back to the Eden boarding house. They both stumble down the hallway, Jong-woo clinging onto both Seok-Yoon and the wall to avoid falling. They both walked slowly, giggling at nothing and making a lot of noise. The sounds draw Moon-Jo out of his room. He was going to tell them to quiet down, expecting the people to be the insane twins but when he saw Jong-woo and Seok-yoon, he was surprised. He walked down the hallway and stood in front of both of us, glancing in between us. Jong-woo giggled, lazily bringing his finger up to boop Moon-Jo in the nose. Seok-yoon and Jong-woo both ended up breaking out laughing.

“What happened to you, jagiya?” He called out softly to Jong-woo as he took his soft small hand in his slender cold one. He was obviously heavily drunk as he leaned against Moon-Jo for support. It took all of Moon-Jo’s willpower not to slam him into the nearest wall and bend him over. “I.. eughmm.. h-hm..” Jong-woo tried to speak but Moon-Jo hushed him gently. Moon-Jo completely ignored Seok-Yoon as he lifted Jong-woo up off the ground and carried him to his room. Jong-woo let him do whatever he wanted, he was too drunk to comprehend what was happening.

Moon-Jo placed him on his bed. He layed him down gently as if he was the most fragile boy on earth. Jong-woo whimpered slightly and twitched but Moon-jo hushed him and calmed him by rubbing his hand up and down his side. He tucked Jong-woo into bed like he was a little boy. Moon-jo slipped into bed behind him, his hands gripping his waist as if Jong-woo was going to disappear. He pressed his body against Jong-woo, completely ignoring how painful hard he was getting himself. Moon-jo let out a shaky breath as he tried to hold himself back. Jong-woo turned over to face him, glancing down at the tent in the older man’s sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, jagiya.” He spoke up hesitantly but this drunken Jong-woo couldn’t care less. Jong-woo went under the covers so he wasn’t visible anymore to Moon-Jo but Moon-jo could certainly feel him. He slid down his black sweatpants until they were down to his ankles. Moon-jo didn’t hold back this time. His hand gripped Jong-woo’s hair as he pushed him forward, his hard dick sliding past the younger man’s lips. He fucked his throat roughly, not being gentle at all and not caring as Jong-woo gagged. He was glad that Jong-woo was drunk, or else Jong-woo would have been violently beating the shit out of him (or at least trying to.) “fuck.. jagiya. You’re being such a good boy for me.. just relax your.. augh..” Moon-jo managed to choke out before cumming hard down Jong-woo’s throat. He didn’t take his dick out of his mouth until he saw Jong-woo’s Adam’s apple bobbing signaling that he swallowed it all. Moon-Jo pulled his semi-hard dick out from behind Jong-woo’s lips. His tip glistened with Jong-woo’s salvia and his own cum. “clean it.” He ordered before shoving his dick back into Jong-woo’s mouth. Jong-woo cleaned all the cum with his tongue and his mouth. Jong-woo breathed a sigh of relief when Moon-jo finally pulled his cock out of his mouth. Jong-woo got out from underneath the covers and Moon-jo immediately pulled him into a bruising kiss. Moon-Jo’s hand gripped his bottom, spreading his cheeks slightly as they messily kissed. He grabbed Jong-woo and pinned him down head first onto the bed. He unbuttoned Jong-woo’s jeans and threw them across the room lazily.

Moon-jo got down to business, preparing to make Jong-woo feel better than what his girlfriend could make him feel. He grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up from the pillow. He slid a few fingers into his mouth and Jong-woo instantly began sucking on them. He harshly pulled his fingers out from Jong-woo’s mouth and gently pushed one of the wet fingers into his hole. Jong-woo cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure as Moon-jo fingered him to loosen him up. After a few minutes, Moon jo loosened him up enough. Without warning, he pushed his dick inside of Jong-woo making him moan loudly.

Their session was cut off by a loud bang on the wall from the person who lived in the room next to Moon-Jo but neither of them cared. They had completely forgotten about how paper thin the walls of the place were but in their state, they couldn’t give two shits. Moon-Jo quickened his pace. He went deeper, faster, and harder until the bed began creaking from the force. Jong-woo sounded like an Angel to Moon-jo as he made a loud sound with every single thrust. Whimpers, whines, moans, groans, gasps, bed creaks, slapping, heavy breaths, etc. were all heard in the room, Jong-woo being the source of most of the sounds. “Shh.. jagiya. You’re doing so good for me.. Jesus.. fuck you’re so tight.” Moon-Jo spoke softly into his ear. After a bit of brutal thrusts, Moon-jo shot his hot seed deep inside of Jong-woo which caused Jong-woo to cum onto the sheets in unison. They barely cleaned up before falling into deep sleep, the events of the night exhausting both of them deeply. Jong-woo woke up in the morning, almost pissing his pants as he looked down and saw Moon-jo clinging onto his waist, eyes closed, and snoring loudly…

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Jong-woo woke up from his amazing night of sleep. His entire body ached, head pounding, legs still shaking. He was unaware of the events that happened the night before and barely noticed the older man clinging onto his waist as he sat up. He stretched, shirt riding up his stomach as he woke himself up. He glanced down and reality set in. He took a double take when he saw Moon-Jo lying in bed, arms lazily wrapped around the younger man’s waist. Jong-woo blinked rapidly, even pinched himself begging to be awaken from this “dream” but when he opened his eyes and Moon-Jo was still there, he panicked.

He kicked the older man off of him, watching as he rolled over in bed with a groan. Moon-Jo woke up, looking up at Jong-woo with half lidded eyes. Moon-Jo’s lips curved into a creepy smile before going into a full on grin. “Good morning, babe.” He called to Jong-woo. Jong-woo, filled with rage, shoved the older man away from him completely. The grin fueled his anger. “You fucking asshole!” Jong-woo yelled at him. He straddled the man’s waist, his hand taking a fistful of his shirt. He almost punched him as Moon-Jo gently wrapped his arms around his waist. “You were very loud last night. I have to say, Ji-eun is extremely lucky.” Moon-jo said before he took a slap to the face delivered by Jong-woo.

They tussled and fought for a bit. Moon-Jo won the fight since he was taller and stronger than Jong-woo. After a blow to the stomach, Jong-woo groaned softly as he put his hand up to hold himself. “Aww.. my poor baby.” Moon-Jo cooed softly as he combed Jong-woo’s hair with his fingers. Jong-woo’s full body ached and he was extremely nauseous from last night’s drinking session. He gagged slightly before quickly pushing Moon-Jo off and dashing to the communal bathrooms. He swung open the door and quickly fell to his knees, vomiting into the toilet. After a minute or two of him dry heaving into the bowl, he heard the footsteps of Moon-Jo behind him. Jong-woo weakly flushed the toilet before leaning against the wall next to it. Moon-Jo got on one knee, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the vomit on his lips.

Jong-woo ignored Moon-Jo completely for a few weeks after the drunk incident. Moon-Jo tried everything but he wouldn’t budge. He noticed Jong-woo stayed around Seok-yoon whenever he was at the boarding house and always went out with others on the weekends so he could avoid seeing Moon-Jo at the boarding house. Moon-Jo noted his patterns in his brain. He knew what he had to do. Seok-Yoon would have to go tonight. When Jong-woo went out to go see friends, Moon-Jo knew he had to be quick. He texted Seok-Yoon from a false number, claiming he was Jong-woo and that he got a new phone before telling Seok-Yoon to come to his room so they could hang out. Moon-Jo grabbed the hammer from his desk and went to Jong-woo’s room, waiting inside until he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door and quickly swung hard, knocking Seok-Yoon down onto the floor as he immediately went unconscious from the force of the hit.

Moon-Jo dragged Seok-yoon upstairs to the fourth floor and taped him tightly to a flimsy chair. He left Seok-Yoon in the hands of Nam-bok before returning to his own room. Because he memorized Jong-woo’s hangout patterns, he knew the time that Jong-woo got home at. He took a black plastic bag he had and put some cans of beer in it along with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. His plan was to wait outside of the building, pretending he was having a smoke. Then when Jong-woo would arrive home, he’d tell Jong-woo he had picked up some cans of beer from the store and offer to hangout and drink beer on the rooftop.

Moon-Jo watched as Jong-woo walked up the steps on the hill which led to the building. He smiled creepily as he blew smoke from his mouth into the cold night air. When Jong-woo walked past the alleyway, Moon-Jo came out from it. “Hm. You’re home late.” Moon-Jo commented. He watched as Jong-woo pretended to not hear him as he walked past him. Moon-Jo grabbed his wrist before he could get away from him. “I just went to the store.” Moon-Jo lied. “And I picked up some cans of beer since I was thinking about you. Would you like to go and take a drink with me on the rooftop.” He said with a devilish grin framing his face. “I’m really tired. I’m not in the mood.” Jong-woo said, but Moon-Jo continued insisting. “Don’t worry, babe. I won’t keep you up for long. I just want to have a drink and a chat. Is that too much to ask?” He said. He guilt tripped Jong-woo into following him up to the roof. Though it was unofficial, Moon-Jo saw this rooftop hangout as a mini-date. As Jong-woo was distracted with sipping his can of beer and keeping his eyes away from the older man, Moon-Jo pulled out his phone. He pretended to film the starry night sky and filmed the rooftop before moving his camera over to Jong-woo. Once his camera was on Jong-woo he began recording and only this time did Jong-woo notice. “A-are you recording me?” Jong-woo asked innocently as he brought up a hand to wave infront of the camera. “I’m recording what’s pretty, jagiya.” Moon-Jo responded with a smile before stopping the recording and going to his camera roll to watch it back.

After a few small conversations about eachother’s day, they returned back to their rooms. Jong-woo had barely noticed the absence of Seok-Yoon.