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pairing: minseok/jongdae
rating: nc-17
summary: their relationship's always been inside a quotation mark; minseok wants that to change.
They’ve stumbled their way onto Minseok’s old bed. His apartment has been lucky enough to have been isolated; he doesn’t have to worry about his neighbors complaining about ‘weird noises’ at night. He only scoffs when they turn their backs because it’s ironic; almost all of his neighbors are older than him and should know what he had been doing.
Jongdae’s lips are leaving wet kisses along Minseok’s neck and chest. Minseok finds himself softly moaning at the contact. “Friends? Is this what friends do?’
The young man above him stops and sits up on Minseok’s lap. “Does this have to have a label? It’s not like I’m stealing an item that has to have a price tag,” he replies. They’ve been good friends for so long this is almost a normal occurrence for the two of them.
That’s precisely where the problem lies, however. It’s been happening for so long that every time Minseok wants to address the issue, Jongdae backs away slowly, retreating into his metaphorical shell to avoid all the questions, if he could. It’s not as easy as that, however.
“You’re always like this, Jongdae,” Minseok chides while trying to sit up straight. “Was there something I did wrong?”
Jongdae falls silent; he has retreated into his shell of silence.
“Jongdae, just tell me if I did something wrong. I really happen to like you--”
“Stop, stop right there,” Jongdae says, holding out a hand to stop Minseok from saying anything else.
“Minseok, what did I even do for you to like me? We’re just fuck buddies, remember? We agreed to doing this.”
A few months back, they actually did, over drinks. It was one of the few mistakes Minseok made, and ultimately regretted. Anytime he got the chance - when they were alone in Jongdae’s car; they’d be sitting on a bench in the middle of an empty park almost half past midnight; or the many times when they’d sneak out to the backdoor of some random bar and Jongdae would rather leave hickeys along Minseok’s collarbones and neck instead of listening to him talk.
“I know we did,” looking back at those days, Minseok tries to look at good side of the situation, he’s got something close to a boyfriend now, “and I honestly regret that. It’s not that I don’t want us to be fuck buddies, but I’ve fallen in love with you - at least ever since we’ve started doing this as a routine.”
In a sense, Jongdae has become this random bus driver and chooses to pick up Minseok for a ride. Somewhere in the journey, Jongdae might have managed to pick up Minseok’s heart as well. He knows it’s a cheesy analogy, but it makes sense - to the two of them.
Jongdae is still silent; Minseok’s afraid he’s already got himself a one-way ticket out of here. Out of this world. Out of the arms of Jongdae and into the realm of loneliness. In a second, Minseok’s pinned down onto the bed; Jongdae holding up Minseok’s wrists with one hand.
“You know what?” Jongdae leans closer into Minseok, pressing his lips close to the other’s ear. “Just shut up for five minutes while I fuck you so hard the headboard of your bed’s gonna hit the wall every-fucking-time.”
Minseok freezes and for a moment he thinks he’s heard himself gulp louder than ever. “Does this mean,” he replies, trying not to look into Jongdae’s eyes - they’ve become dark and so unlike him, “you’ll give this a chance?”
Jongdae hums in agreement, his free hand trailing down south. “I could give us a try, I guess.”
pairing: minseok/jongdae
rating: nc-17
summary: their relationship's always been inside a quotation mark; minseok wants that to change.
They’ve stumbled their way onto Minseok’s old bed. His apartment has been lucky enough to have been isolated; he doesn’t have to worry about his neighbors complaining about ‘weird noises’ at night. He only scoffs when they turn their backs because it’s ironic; almost all of his neighbors are older than him and should know what he had been doing.
Jongdae’s lips are leaving wet kisses along Minseok’s neck and chest. Minseok finds himself softly moaning at the contact. “Friends? Is this what friends do?’
The young man above him stops and sits up on Minseok’s lap. “Does this have to have a label? It’s not like I’m stealing an item that has to have a price tag,” he replies. They’ve been good friends for so long this is almost a normal occurrence for the two of them.
That’s precisely where the problem lies, however. It’s been happening for so long that every time Minseok wants to address the issue, Jongdae backs away slowly, retreating into his metaphorical shell to avoid all the questions, if he could. It’s not as easy as that, however.
“You’re always like this, Jongdae,” Minseok chides while trying to sit up straight. “Was there something I did wrong?”
Jongdae falls silent; he has retreated into his shell of silence.
“Jongdae, just tell me if I did something wrong. I really happen to like you--”
“Stop, stop right there,” Jongdae says, holding out a hand to stop Minseok from saying anything else.
“Minseok, what did I even do for you to like me? We’re just fuck buddies, remember? We agreed to doing this.”
A few months back, they actually did, over drinks. It was one of the few mistakes Minseok made, and ultimately regretted. Anytime he got the chance - when they were alone in Jongdae’s car; they’d be sitting on a bench in the middle of an empty park almost half past midnight; or the many times when they’d sneak out to the backdoor of some random bar and Jongdae would rather leave hickeys along Minseok’s collarbones and neck instead of listening to him talk.
“I know we did,” looking back at those days, Minseok tries to look at good side of the situation, he’s got something close to a boyfriend now, “and I honestly regret that. It’s not that I don’t want us to be fuck buddies, but I’ve fallen in love with you - at least ever since we’ve started doing this as a routine.”
In a sense, Jongdae has become this random bus driver and chooses to pick up Minseok for a ride. Somewhere in the journey, Jongdae might have managed to pick up Minseok’s heart as well. He knows it’s a cheesy analogy, but it makes sense - to the two of them.
Jongdae is still silent; Minseok’s afraid he’s already got himself a one-way ticket out of here. Out of this world. Out of the arms of Jongdae and into the realm of loneliness. In a second, Minseok’s pinned down onto the bed; Jongdae holding up Minseok’s wrists with one hand.
“You know what?” Jongdae leans closer into Minseok, pressing his lips close to the other’s ear. “Just shut up for five minutes while I fuck you so hard the headboard of your bed’s gonna hit the wall every-fucking-time.”
Minseok freezes and for a moment he thinks he’s heard himself gulp louder than ever. “Does this mean,” he replies, trying not to look into Jongdae’s eyes - they’ve become dark and so unlike him, “you’ll give this a chance?”
Jongdae hums in agreement, his free hand trailing down south. “I could give us a try, I guess.”