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Title: Apt. 707
Chapters : Oneshot
Author: frmdbutterflie
Fandom: Block B
Rating: Strong R
Pairing: U-Bomb / MinKyung ( B-BombxKyung )
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Disclaimer: I don't own shit tbh and blah blah. Not Block B. Just the plot and the poor writing skills.
They go on well.
A little more than that, actually.
Living under the same roof demands a lage number of concessions,especially when you're only friends.
But in their case...
" Yukwon is coming tonight."
The words are always bitter and make him gag, like the first sip of cola right after brushing his teeth in the morning on en empty stomach.
If it were this simple, they wouldn't argue so often.
Yet they go on well, indeed.
It's harder when one of them starts feeling a little too attached to the other one.It happens sometimes, between roommates.
"Yukwon is coming tonight."
It means a lot of things, but the only thought lingering inhis mind is that he has to flee,far away from this place,if possible, even if it's as much his flat as his roommate's.
He always crashes at his best friend's place, drinks too much,complains.
Jiho is used to it, and himself doesn't find the heart to talk about the date he's supposed to meet. It's ok, it doesn't happen that often.Him and Kyung go on well.
Kyung is not a bad guy he's actually pretty cool . But he's become more antsy, more thoughtful in a span of a couple of months. Jiho never asked himself many questions. After all, Kyung and Minhyuk are only friends.
If he only knew.
Kyung is his best friend, and he tells him about almost everyhting. The most shameful, disgusting anecdote doesn't make him cringe or think twice about his best friend's sanity. But this shall remain a secret as long as it's not clear in Kyung's mind.
They're very, very good friends. It would be hard to share the same apartment with someone you don't feel comfortable with, would it ?
Speaking about comfortable...
The first night it happened, after an alcohol induced party, it was pure lust. Pure need. Pure desire to get rid of the same ache. Within his intoxicated brain, as Minhyuk was panting heavily above him ,drops of sweat landing on his face from time to time ,Kyung had barely any time to think about the aftermath of this sudden tsist in his personal life ; and how much it would change everything. Minhyuk was too rough, too fast, too hard, too good.
But it didn't only happen once.
There was no corner of their shared apartment who was spared. And no strong liquor absorbtion was needed.
For several months after their first night together, Kyung had got addicted to Minyuk's warmth, his kisses in the morning, his almost obsessive habit to go to the bathroom before their intercourses, and right after.As obsessed with body hygiene as he was himself, it seemed a bit extreme to Kyung. But he didn't mind that much. He was simply waiting for the other man to come back to get his vital dose of slick kisses, silky soft touches and rough hip thrusts.
They went on well indeed, until one day....
"Yukwon is coming tonight."
Atfirst Kyung didn't mind. The other man was relatively polite, almost shy at first. But he quickly took his marks in the house, and one day, as Kyung was coming back from work, he found the cute kid straddling Minhyuk's lap and practically devouring his mouth on the couch.
He simply closed the door with a little more force than usual and pretended he didn't stop the music, his headphones still on his ears. He slipped his shoes off and took his scarf off, the more naturally he could to leave time for the two lovers to pretend nothing was happening. Which they did.
When he took his headphones off and walked in with a bright smile on his face, both were sitting sagely on the couch at a respectable distance from each others and looked up at the newcomer, smiling back , their cheeks wearing a subtle shade of pink. Kyung played the role of the good friend/host to perfection, until Yukwon left the apartment. He then remained absolutely silent, until Minhyuk asked him :
"...Are you ok ?"
He knew him too well but Kyung didn't budge and shook his head, silently finishing to wash the dishes , before patting his (ex)friend with benefit's shoulder and going to bed.
There's no use to precise he didn't sleep well that night.
They were very ,very good friends, but Yukwon started to take more place. Started to come more often. Until someday...
" I think Ilike him...You know..." Minyuk said, peppering a little to much salt in the kimchi stew he was preparing.
Kyung didn't react. He knew it would happen, but it still hurt.Even after walking on them making out more than once. He'd rather not imagine what they could have been doing when he was absent. He thought he was used to the idea he wouldn't ever live the same thing ever again. It fucking hurt, but Minhyuk's happiness came first. Wasn't it what good friends said ? Even though he tried to think reasonably, it stung, right there between his ribs, and this was a real feeling , not a simple product of his imagination.
Several weeks passed, and it only got worse. After a couple of nights falling asleep with his earbuds in his ears not to have to listen to Yukwon mewling and squealing profanities through the thin walls, he had started crashing at his best friend's place. We've come full circle.
The day Minhyuk comes back in an advanced state of intoxication and starts undressing Kyung, the latter doesn't react. He lets Minhyuk do, because it's been way too long, because he's been thinking way too much about the other's lips on his own, of his hands gripping his hips hard.He manages to come, even if he knows the object of his affection isn't thinking about him. He notices the tears. He notices the pain. He tastes it on the tip of his tongue. It makes him hiss in pain, and curse under his breath with the regret he wished he had.
When the day after he finds Minhyuk looking up at him through beady eyes, obviously hungover yet relatively conscious, he doesn't understand immediately. He was expecting babbles excuses and in the best case, cold sheets. But when Minhyuk presses his lips to his own, he has to discretely dig his nails in his palms to inflict himself some pain as a proof that he is not dreaming.
His body slowly starts to come back to life and off it's sleepy state, his lips finding Minhyuk's as easily as his brains allow him to. It's quiet, hushed, like fucking somewhere you're not supposed to.His fingers wrapping around the other's hardening length do their work, knowing exactly how to do, exactly how it makes him react, like a tune he'd know by heart and hum from time to time. Minhyuk kisses him again muffling Kyung's pained groan as he pushes himself past the tight entrance. Weirdly enough, and even if it's painful, it seems to slip in easier, and even when Minhyuk goes faster and starts to babble the dirty words he seems to particularly enjoy, Kyung doesn't feel either used, nor sad. He's craved for it for so long that any contact will do.
" He wasn't the one" Minhyuk murmurs, gently running his fingers through Kyung's wet bangs, both their bodies moist with sweat and slightly shivering in the cold morning's air that's seeping through the cracked window.
" Take your time", he wants to say. But Kyung knows. No word needs to be uttered. If he says the wrong thing, the mirror which reflects such a perfect picture might crack. He'll just be patient enough to prove Minhyuk he's everything he needs. That He's the One.