for kiyei
Title: Make Some Noise And Raise Some Hell
For: kiyei
Pairing: Seunghyun/Younghak (Minor: Jinchul/Yejun)
Word count: 2,785
Rating: R (for a blowjob and language)
Warning(s): I wanted this to be serious and sad, but it came out all porny and slaphappy. IDEK.
Summary: Seunghyun meets Younghak for the first time in Photography class. Highschool!AU
Seunghyun glances around the schoolyard, zeroing in on slanted bricks and laughing girls, and his camera jerks up with his knee as he fidgets. He wonders not for the first time why he decided to take Photography II when Photography I did a really nice job showcasing his lack of skill. He groans and slumps back on the iron bench, lets his skin soak in the sun for a moment before they have to head back in. It feels good, like he’s slowly burning, but then it’s suddenly cold and he snaps open his eyes.
Jinchul leers down at him and snaps a picture.
“Cute,” he says, sticking out his tongue, “Wanna see all the ones I took of Yejun?”
“Oh, you mean the freshmen you’ve been perving on? Yeah, thanks but no thanks, man. I’ll let you know when I feel like throwing up, okay?”
“Asshole,” Jinchul mutters, sitting down next to him and leaning all the way on Seunghyun’s shoulder, “He’s just a friend, jeez. Where has the innocence gone?”
Jinchul makes a swooning gesture and giggles when Seunghyun rolls his eyes.
“You’re cramping my style,” he informs Jinchul, “I’m working on my tan here.”
“Dude, your skin is like vampire pale. I would quit while I’m still only moderately embarrassing myself.”
“And, yet, here you are.”
“God, who pissed in your territory, bitch?”
“I’m gonna piss in your face if you-”
“Excuse me?”
Jinchul and Seunghyun squint towards the direction of the voice and find an absurdly tall boy blocking the sun almost entirely. And, holy hell, he’s pretty. Seunghyun’s fingers twitch around his camera.
“I’m Younghak and new to this class… actually, this school… and I guess this city too. Well-”
“So, you’re new? Got it.”
The boy chuckles nervously, hand scratching the back of his neck, and looks down at Seunghyun through his bangs even though it was Jinchul who spoke.
“Yeah and the teacher says you two are ‘real nice guys’ and to force myself on you as soon as possible.”
Seunghyun is almost captivated when Younghak makes air quotes with long, thin fingers and he’s visibly distracted when he says, “Yeah, cool, man. Come sit here.”
Younghak sits down on the other side of Seunghyun and they silently watch their class walk around the schoolyard. It’s a companionable silence but Seunghyun’s skin buzzes with electricity where it’s touching Younghak’s arms. He wants to touch Younghak’s golden hands and just that thought alone is enough to sober him up. He shifts until he’s closer to Jinchul, who mutters something about hating this assignment and rests his head into the crook of Seunghyun’s neck.
“Oh, the tragedy that is your life,” he mocks but his fingers are gently when they stroke through Jinchul’s hair. Younghak smiles and clicks his camera at them. Seunghyun is tired enough to let it go but isn’t so far gone as to not be affected by the way Younghak’s lips part to express the same genuine happiness as his eyes.
“Let’s go in,” Younghak says, holding out his hand. Seunghyun blinks and takes it, already loving the way their hands fit together, and completely forgets about Jinchul latched onto his side.
“Ow,” Jinchul whines as he loses Seunghyun’s shoulder.
“Come on, lazyass,” Seunghyun chides and pulls Jinchul up.
They walk together into the school and Seunghyun doesn’t feel anything when Younghak’s shoulder brushes against his. Nope, nothing at all.
-
Yejun smirks and leans in to whisper quick and filthy, “Isn’t he the fucking hottest thing you ever saw?”
Seunghyun flinches away and glances at his best friend. He wills himself to not throw up because, “Dude, you need to know I don’t think like that.”
“You’re not gay?” Yejun asks, suddenly pale, and Seunghyun represses the urge to make him squirm a little longer.
“I am but not for my best friend. I mean, gross.”
“Oh,” Yejun says, relief flooding color back to his face, “Jesus, I thought I was like majorly offending you for a second there.”
“Nah, we’re cool. But, really, Jinchul has a thing for you. Why don’t you take the initiative? God knows Jinchul won’t. His balls are made of cotton candy, I swear.”
Yejun laughs and then bites his lips like he just thought of a private and incredibly dirty joke. Seunghyun couldn’t be less interested in finding out so he leaves the freshmen ogling at Jinchul play basketball and saunters over to where Younghak is hunched over on the bleachers.
“Whatcha you doin’?”
“Trying not to cringe at your grammar,” Younghak replies, not looking up from the pictures in his hands.
Seunghyun grins and sits down next to him, leaning into Younghak’s space in order to glance at the photos. He catches a glimpse of him and Jinchul.
“You developed them already? It’s only been a week!”
Younghak looks at him weird, “Seunghyun, these are due tomorrow.”
Seunghyun ignores what Younghak’s deep (and really fucking hot) voice rumbling off his name does to his groin and rolls his eyes, “Exactly. We have a free period today after gym. That’s when all the seniors scramble to get their shit done. It’s the sixth law of nature, son. We don’t do anything until we absolutely have to.”
“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” Younghak says, focusing back on the pictures, but he’s smiling prettily like he can’t help it. And, Seunghyun wonders when he became such a horny bastard that all he wants to do is lick that smile and feel every dip and curve.
He obviously needs to get laid. Preferably by Younghak. Yes, that would be nice.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
Seunghyun panics.
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’m a retard for wanted to do this early.”
Seunghyun relaxes.
“I don’t think that,” he says, sounding defensive and like a five year old boy.
Younghak grins and bumps his shoulder into Seunghyun’s.
“I’m only joking. I know you’re not an asshole like that.”
No, just horny. He laughs hysterically in his mind and fears for his sanity when Younghak slaps down a hand on his knee.
“Alright. Let’s go back into the locker room.”
Whoa, hi there, line straight out of a porno, nice to fucking meet you.
“Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, shouldn’t we wait until the teacher says we can?”
“Oh, don’t go all freshmen on me now, Seunghyun. Seniors don’t exert energy in gym class. It’s like the seventh law of nature.”
Seunghyun punches him playfully on the shoulder and is thrown off when Younghak suddenly gets up, tugging Seunghyun along with him. If anyone thinks it’s weird that Younghak is holding Seunghyun’s hand as they make their way into the locker room, they don’t say it.
-
Younghak slams Seunghyun against the lockers and it hurts but Younghak is already soothing him with tender kisses, fingers curling around Seunghyun’s waist and pulling him even closer. Seunghyun moans into Younghak’s mouth and he’s deliriously turned on. Being a teenager and all, it takes him no time to get hard and Younghak rubs up against him in appreciation.
“Fuck,” Younghak curses into Seunghyun’s ear, “Jesus fuck. Wanted to fuck you since the day I saw you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” Seunghyun says, slithering his hand down until it’s cupping Younghak’s ass.
“Good,” Younghak says, grinning for a second before plunging down and attacking Seunghyun’s neck.
Everything feels wonderful; Younghak’s thighs, Younghak’s knee knocking apart his legs, Younghak’s arms caging him, and just Younghak in general. Seunghyun groans when Younghak unceremoniously drops to his knees and takes Seunghyun’s shorts with him.
Younghak licks one long line up Seunghyun’s cock and then smiles like a fucking angel. Sin never looked so good. Seunghyun throws his head back as Younghak sets a steady pace, back and forth, slide, pop, lick, back and forth. He feels Younghak’s cold, long fingers enter the pattern and almost comes right then and there.
“Holy fuck.”
Younghak teases Seunghyun by licking short and quick and fondling his balls at the same time. Seunghyun is almost proud of himself for lasting this long, But, then, Younghak looks up at him and says, “Come on my face.”
And, so Seunghyun does, his voice breaking as Younghak licks his lips. Seunghyun thinks no one has the right to look so fucking good with their face covered in cum. Younghak stands up and wipes his face, licking the cum off his fingers before shoving his tongue into Seunghyun’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Seunghyun hums into Younghak’s hair as he slumps into his neck, “You taste good.”
“I taste like you,” Younghak chuckles, his body vibrating under Seunghyun’s hands.
“Like I said, good.”
“Ass,” Younghak says affectionately and pulls away to tug Seunghyun’s shorts up. He pets Seunghyun for a moment, just stroking his hair back above his forehead, and Seunghyun suddenly thinks he would love to return the favor. He begins to move towards Younghak but he’s distracted by a kiss.
“You don’t have to,” Younghak whispers against his mouth.
“What if I want to?” Seunghyun asks, quirking an eyebrow and licking his lips unconsciously.
Younghak grins, slow and lazy, “Then I would certainly be the biggest dumbass ever to decline.”
Oh, god, Seunghyun thinks as he turns them around, this is going to be fun.
-
It’s been two weeks since the blowjob, and Seunghyun realizes, apparently, everything stops being fun when Younghak decides to flirt with other guys. Awesome.
“Why don’t you just set everyone on fire and be done with it rather than try to burn holes with your eyes?”
“Shut up, Jinchul,” he mumbles, jaw jutting out as he rests it on his arms, “I’m sulking.”
Jinchul rolls his eyes and strokes his head.
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re horny teenagers. Did you except him to be any different from, I don’t know, you?”
“He seemed really… genuine.”
“Don’t they all?”
Seunghyun is shaken out of his own miserable thoughts as he takes in Jinchul’s sad eyes.
“Trouble in paradise?”
Jinchul snorts.
“More like trouble in my pants. Yejun is a fucking cocktease.”
Okay, so maybe Seunghyun misread the hungry look to be a sad one.
“At least he’s not a chronic flirt like jackass number one over there.”
They both sigh and lean against each other.
“We’re so pathetic,” Jinchul whines, “Why can’t we just love each other or something?”
“I know right? Life would be so much easier if I didn’t have to worry about pleasing my boyfriend.”
“Bitch.”
“You love me.”
“Bitch.”
-
Seunghyun doesn’t stick around the living room where everyone seems sexed up and passed out. He makes his way to a bedroom, careful to avoid the gross heterosexual couples making out in the hallway, and runs into a really strong chest. He stumbles back, too much alcohol in his veins, and blinks up at the boy he ran into.
“You okay there?” the boy asks, deep voice reminded Seunghyun of- no. No, he tells himself, don’t be like that. He concentrates instead on the pretty dimples of this random guy and thinks about them in inappropriate ways.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says even as he tips a little to the right. Two strong hands encircle his shoulders to steady him and that’s it. He leans forward and kisses him. The boy is momentarily unresponsive before he gets the idea and throws himself into the task with double the passion.
He jerks Seunghyun around until he’s pressed up against the wall and fists his hands into Seunghyun’s hair. Seunghyun closes his eyes and tries hard not to think of someone else. He tries really, really hard, but Younghak’s face is imprinted in the back of his mind and he thinks someone he met a few weeks ago shouldn’t have such control over him.
“Excuse me.”
Seunghyun goes cold and then feels hot all over as he yanks himself away from this guy’s (god, he doesn’t even know his name) grip. Younghak glares at the lack of space in between them and Seunghyun steps even further away.
“Uh, is that your boyfriend?” the guy says, pointing at Younghak, who snaps his jaw shut so hard they all hear it. Seunghyun jumps a little, on the edge and ready to escape.
“No.”
“He sure is acting like one,” the guy says, frowning in a way that still makes his dimples deepen.
“Well, he’s no-”
“Just get the hell out of here, asswipe, before I haul you out,” Younghak growls, practically hissing in the guy’s face as he looms closer. Seunghyun steps in between them and doesn’t look back when the guys all but runs out of the hallway.
“Real smooth,” he says.
He’s suddenly angry because Younghak’s been flirting all night and pretending like they’re friends, like nothing happened in the locker room. And, now acting like a possessive ass just isn’t fair.
“What the hell were you doing?” Younghak yells into his space and Seunghyun glares at him.
“Trying to get laid.”
Younghak sputters furiously and practically screams, “With someone you barely even know?”
“I barely even knew you in the locker room.”
Younghak pales before turning bright red with rekindled anger.
“You knew my name at least.”
“How do you know I didn’t know his name?”
Younghak smirks and Seunghyun wants to punch him.
“Fine,” Seunghyun says, throwing his hands up in the air, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll go find him and ask his name before I let him fuck me. Is that better, mom?”
Younghak’s smirk falls and Seunghyun finds himself suddenly in between a livid Younghak and the wall. His heart feels like it’s going to die of overexertion as Younghak slams a mouth against his. The kiss is all anger and possession, rough jabs of tongue everywhere all at once. But, the fire is gone as quick as it had come and the kisses turn gently as Younghak cups his face.
“Don’t do that ever again.”
“What?” Seunghyun asks, disoriented and a little breathless.
“Kiss someone else.”
Seunghyun doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Why? It’s not like you want me any other time.”
“I always want you,” Younghak says quickly, “I just. I thought you didn’t. Fuck, I don’t know. I didn’t want to throw myself at you. I didn’t want to come off as a slut, like I blow guys all the time or something.”
“God, I thought you were a slut for moving on so fast. I’ve never sulked so hard in my life, you bastard.”
Younghak grins sheepishly and presses a soft kiss on Seunghyun’s nose.
“Oh, and if I ever see that guy again, I’m going to be inclined to punching him. Just saying.”
“Damn, you’re hot when you’re jealous.”
Younghak’s eyes turn dark with want and Seunghyun stops teasing immediately. Younghak pulls him into a random bedroom, throws out the couple that was making out there, and swings Seunghyun onto the bed. He jumps on top of him and they kiss their way to oblivion.
-
Jinchul rolls his eyes when Seunghyun walks back into the living room with Younghak’s arm wrapped tight around his waist. He also flips them off as Yejun tries to tug his beer out of his hand.
“What’s up?” Seunghyun says, voice obnoxiously happy.
Yejun sighs, “He’s being mopey because I won’t put out.”
Seunghyun takes pity on his best friend and says what Jinchul would never have the guts to, “He likes you a lot.”
Jinchul lunges at Seunghyun but Younghak tugs him out of way of the sharp claws and Seunghyun continues, “He never sticks around after his dick loses interest or someone loses interest in his dick. You’re the first one he’s ever tried so hard for. So, if this is you playing hard to get or whatever, you don’t need to. You’ve already got him.”
Yejun’s eyes soften as he looks over at Jinchul who is an unnatural shade of red as he buries his face into the sofa’s arm. Yejun pulls at his sleeve and says, “God, you’re so stupid.”
Seunghyun smiles because apparently the love is reciprocated and the night couldn’t get better.
-
So, when Younghak said he was going to punch that guy, he wasn’t kidding. Seunghyun watches the poor guy stumble back, hand still curved from being around Seunghyun’s ass for a short second before Younghak saw it.
Seunghyun yanks Younghak out of the house and can’t help but smile when Younghak pouts.
“I wanted to punch him some more.”
“You ass, I like you, okay? No one else. Just you.”
Younghak grins and it’s so fucking adorable that Seunghyun smiles again. They walk back to the car hand in hand and if they say way too many sappy and stupid things to each other that night, that’s nobody’s business but their own.
For: kiyei
Pairing: Seunghyun/Younghak (Minor: Jinchul/Yejun)
Word count: 2,785
Rating: R (for a blowjob and language)
Warning(s): I wanted this to be serious and sad, but it came out all porny and slaphappy. IDEK.
Summary: Seunghyun meets Younghak for the first time in Photography class. Highschool!AU
Seunghyun glances around the schoolyard, zeroing in on slanted bricks and laughing girls, and his camera jerks up with his knee as he fidgets. He wonders not for the first time why he decided to take Photography II when Photography I did a really nice job showcasing his lack of skill. He groans and slumps back on the iron bench, lets his skin soak in the sun for a moment before they have to head back in. It feels good, like he’s slowly burning, but then it’s suddenly cold and he snaps open his eyes.
Jinchul leers down at him and snaps a picture.
“Cute,” he says, sticking out his tongue, “Wanna see all the ones I took of Yejun?”
“Oh, you mean the freshmen you’ve been perving on? Yeah, thanks but no thanks, man. I’ll let you know when I feel like throwing up, okay?”
“Asshole,” Jinchul mutters, sitting down next to him and leaning all the way on Seunghyun’s shoulder, “He’s just a friend, jeez. Where has the innocence gone?”
Jinchul makes a swooning gesture and giggles when Seunghyun rolls his eyes.
“You’re cramping my style,” he informs Jinchul, “I’m working on my tan here.”
“Dude, your skin is like vampire pale. I would quit while I’m still only moderately embarrassing myself.”
“And, yet, here you are.”
“God, who pissed in your territory, bitch?”
“I’m gonna piss in your face if you-”
“Excuse me?”
Jinchul and Seunghyun squint towards the direction of the voice and find an absurdly tall boy blocking the sun almost entirely. And, holy hell, he’s pretty. Seunghyun’s fingers twitch around his camera.
“I’m Younghak and new to this class… actually, this school… and I guess this city too. Well-”
“So, you’re new? Got it.”
The boy chuckles nervously, hand scratching the back of his neck, and looks down at Seunghyun through his bangs even though it was Jinchul who spoke.
“Yeah and the teacher says you two are ‘real nice guys’ and to force myself on you as soon as possible.”
Seunghyun is almost captivated when Younghak makes air quotes with long, thin fingers and he’s visibly distracted when he says, “Yeah, cool, man. Come sit here.”
Younghak sits down on the other side of Seunghyun and they silently watch their class walk around the schoolyard. It’s a companionable silence but Seunghyun’s skin buzzes with electricity where it’s touching Younghak’s arms. He wants to touch Younghak’s golden hands and just that thought alone is enough to sober him up. He shifts until he’s closer to Jinchul, who mutters something about hating this assignment and rests his head into the crook of Seunghyun’s neck.
“Oh, the tragedy that is your life,” he mocks but his fingers are gently when they stroke through Jinchul’s hair. Younghak smiles and clicks his camera at them. Seunghyun is tired enough to let it go but isn’t so far gone as to not be affected by the way Younghak’s lips part to express the same genuine happiness as his eyes.
“Let’s go in,” Younghak says, holding out his hand. Seunghyun blinks and takes it, already loving the way their hands fit together, and completely forgets about Jinchul latched onto his side.
“Ow,” Jinchul whines as he loses Seunghyun’s shoulder.
“Come on, lazyass,” Seunghyun chides and pulls Jinchul up.
They walk together into the school and Seunghyun doesn’t feel anything when Younghak’s shoulder brushes against his. Nope, nothing at all.
-
Yejun smirks and leans in to whisper quick and filthy, “Isn’t he the fucking hottest thing you ever saw?”
Seunghyun flinches away and glances at his best friend. He wills himself to not throw up because, “Dude, you need to know I don’t think like that.”
“You’re not gay?” Yejun asks, suddenly pale, and Seunghyun represses the urge to make him squirm a little longer.
“I am but not for my best friend. I mean, gross.”
“Oh,” Yejun says, relief flooding color back to his face, “Jesus, I thought I was like majorly offending you for a second there.”
“Nah, we’re cool. But, really, Jinchul has a thing for you. Why don’t you take the initiative? God knows Jinchul won’t. His balls are made of cotton candy, I swear.”
Yejun laughs and then bites his lips like he just thought of a private and incredibly dirty joke. Seunghyun couldn’t be less interested in finding out so he leaves the freshmen ogling at Jinchul play basketball and saunters over to where Younghak is hunched over on the bleachers.
“Whatcha you doin’?”
“Trying not to cringe at your grammar,” Younghak replies, not looking up from the pictures in his hands.
Seunghyun grins and sits down next to him, leaning into Younghak’s space in order to glance at the photos. He catches a glimpse of him and Jinchul.
“You developed them already? It’s only been a week!”
Younghak looks at him weird, “Seunghyun, these are due tomorrow.”
Seunghyun ignores what Younghak’s deep (and really fucking hot) voice rumbling off his name does to his groin and rolls his eyes, “Exactly. We have a free period today after gym. That’s when all the seniors scramble to get their shit done. It’s the sixth law of nature, son. We don’t do anything until we absolutely have to.”
“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” Younghak says, focusing back on the pictures, but he’s smiling prettily like he can’t help it. And, Seunghyun wonders when he became such a horny bastard that all he wants to do is lick that smile and feel every dip and curve.
He obviously needs to get laid. Preferably by Younghak. Yes, that would be nice.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
Seunghyun panics.
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’m a retard for wanted to do this early.”
Seunghyun relaxes.
“I don’t think that,” he says, sounding defensive and like a five year old boy.
Younghak grins and bumps his shoulder into Seunghyun’s.
“I’m only joking. I know you’re not an asshole like that.”
No, just horny. He laughs hysterically in his mind and fears for his sanity when Younghak slaps down a hand on his knee.
“Alright. Let’s go back into the locker room.”
Whoa, hi there, line straight out of a porno, nice to fucking meet you.
“Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, shouldn’t we wait until the teacher says we can?”
“Oh, don’t go all freshmen on me now, Seunghyun. Seniors don’t exert energy in gym class. It’s like the seventh law of nature.”
Seunghyun punches him playfully on the shoulder and is thrown off when Younghak suddenly gets up, tugging Seunghyun along with him. If anyone thinks it’s weird that Younghak is holding Seunghyun’s hand as they make their way into the locker room, they don’t say it.
-
Younghak slams Seunghyun against the lockers and it hurts but Younghak is already soothing him with tender kisses, fingers curling around Seunghyun’s waist and pulling him even closer. Seunghyun moans into Younghak’s mouth and he’s deliriously turned on. Being a teenager and all, it takes him no time to get hard and Younghak rubs up against him in appreciation.
“Fuck,” Younghak curses into Seunghyun’s ear, “Jesus fuck. Wanted to fuck you since the day I saw you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” Seunghyun says, slithering his hand down until it’s cupping Younghak’s ass.
“Good,” Younghak says, grinning for a second before plunging down and attacking Seunghyun’s neck.
Everything feels wonderful; Younghak’s thighs, Younghak’s knee knocking apart his legs, Younghak’s arms caging him, and just Younghak in general. Seunghyun groans when Younghak unceremoniously drops to his knees and takes Seunghyun’s shorts with him.
Younghak licks one long line up Seunghyun’s cock and then smiles like a fucking angel. Sin never looked so good. Seunghyun throws his head back as Younghak sets a steady pace, back and forth, slide, pop, lick, back and forth. He feels Younghak’s cold, long fingers enter the pattern and almost comes right then and there.
“Holy fuck.”
Younghak teases Seunghyun by licking short and quick and fondling his balls at the same time. Seunghyun is almost proud of himself for lasting this long, But, then, Younghak looks up at him and says, “Come on my face.”
And, so Seunghyun does, his voice breaking as Younghak licks his lips. Seunghyun thinks no one has the right to look so fucking good with their face covered in cum. Younghak stands up and wipes his face, licking the cum off his fingers before shoving his tongue into Seunghyun’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Seunghyun hums into Younghak’s hair as he slumps into his neck, “You taste good.”
“I taste like you,” Younghak chuckles, his body vibrating under Seunghyun’s hands.
“Like I said, good.”
“Ass,” Younghak says affectionately and pulls away to tug Seunghyun’s shorts up. He pets Seunghyun for a moment, just stroking his hair back above his forehead, and Seunghyun suddenly thinks he would love to return the favor. He begins to move towards Younghak but he’s distracted by a kiss.
“You don’t have to,” Younghak whispers against his mouth.
“What if I want to?” Seunghyun asks, quirking an eyebrow and licking his lips unconsciously.
Younghak grins, slow and lazy, “Then I would certainly be the biggest dumbass ever to decline.”
Oh, god, Seunghyun thinks as he turns them around, this is going to be fun.
-
It’s been two weeks since the blowjob, and Seunghyun realizes, apparently, everything stops being fun when Younghak decides to flirt with other guys. Awesome.
“Why don’t you just set everyone on fire and be done with it rather than try to burn holes with your eyes?”
“Shut up, Jinchul,” he mumbles, jaw jutting out as he rests it on his arms, “I’m sulking.”
Jinchul rolls his eyes and strokes his head.
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re horny teenagers. Did you except him to be any different from, I don’t know, you?”
“He seemed really… genuine.”
“Don’t they all?”
Seunghyun is shaken out of his own miserable thoughts as he takes in Jinchul’s sad eyes.
“Trouble in paradise?”
Jinchul snorts.
“More like trouble in my pants. Yejun is a fucking cocktease.”
Okay, so maybe Seunghyun misread the hungry look to be a sad one.
“At least he’s not a chronic flirt like jackass number one over there.”
They both sigh and lean against each other.
“We’re so pathetic,” Jinchul whines, “Why can’t we just love each other or something?”
“I know right? Life would be so much easier if I didn’t have to worry about pleasing my boyfriend.”
“Bitch.”
“You love me.”
“Bitch.”
-
Seunghyun doesn’t stick around the living room where everyone seems sexed up and passed out. He makes his way to a bedroom, careful to avoid the gross heterosexual couples making out in the hallway, and runs into a really strong chest. He stumbles back, too much alcohol in his veins, and blinks up at the boy he ran into.
“You okay there?” the boy asks, deep voice reminded Seunghyun of- no. No, he tells himself, don’t be like that. He concentrates instead on the pretty dimples of this random guy and thinks about them in inappropriate ways.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says even as he tips a little to the right. Two strong hands encircle his shoulders to steady him and that’s it. He leans forward and kisses him. The boy is momentarily unresponsive before he gets the idea and throws himself into the task with double the passion.
He jerks Seunghyun around until he’s pressed up against the wall and fists his hands into Seunghyun’s hair. Seunghyun closes his eyes and tries hard not to think of someone else. He tries really, really hard, but Younghak’s face is imprinted in the back of his mind and he thinks someone he met a few weeks ago shouldn’t have such control over him.
“Excuse me.”
Seunghyun goes cold and then feels hot all over as he yanks himself away from this guy’s (god, he doesn’t even know his name) grip. Younghak glares at the lack of space in between them and Seunghyun steps even further away.
“Uh, is that your boyfriend?” the guy says, pointing at Younghak, who snaps his jaw shut so hard they all hear it. Seunghyun jumps a little, on the edge and ready to escape.
“No.”
“He sure is acting like one,” the guy says, frowning in a way that still makes his dimples deepen.
“Well, he’s no-”
“Just get the hell out of here, asswipe, before I haul you out,” Younghak growls, practically hissing in the guy’s face as he looms closer. Seunghyun steps in between them and doesn’t look back when the guys all but runs out of the hallway.
“Real smooth,” he says.
He’s suddenly angry because Younghak’s been flirting all night and pretending like they’re friends, like nothing happened in the locker room. And, now acting like a possessive ass just isn’t fair.
“What the hell were you doing?” Younghak yells into his space and Seunghyun glares at him.
“Trying to get laid.”
Younghak sputters furiously and practically screams, “With someone you barely even know?”
“I barely even knew you in the locker room.”
Younghak pales before turning bright red with rekindled anger.
“You knew my name at least.”
“How do you know I didn’t know his name?”
Younghak smirks and Seunghyun wants to punch him.
“Fine,” Seunghyun says, throwing his hands up in the air, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll go find him and ask his name before I let him fuck me. Is that better, mom?”
Younghak’s smirk falls and Seunghyun finds himself suddenly in between a livid Younghak and the wall. His heart feels like it’s going to die of overexertion as Younghak slams a mouth against his. The kiss is all anger and possession, rough jabs of tongue everywhere all at once. But, the fire is gone as quick as it had come and the kisses turn gently as Younghak cups his face.
“Don’t do that ever again.”
“What?” Seunghyun asks, disoriented and a little breathless.
“Kiss someone else.”
Seunghyun doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Why? It’s not like you want me any other time.”
“I always want you,” Younghak says quickly, “I just. I thought you didn’t. Fuck, I don’t know. I didn’t want to throw myself at you. I didn’t want to come off as a slut, like I blow guys all the time or something.”
“God, I thought you were a slut for moving on so fast. I’ve never sulked so hard in my life, you bastard.”
Younghak grins sheepishly and presses a soft kiss on Seunghyun’s nose.
“Oh, and if I ever see that guy again, I’m going to be inclined to punching him. Just saying.”
“Damn, you’re hot when you’re jealous.”
Younghak’s eyes turn dark with want and Seunghyun stops teasing immediately. Younghak pulls him into a random bedroom, throws out the couple that was making out there, and swings Seunghyun onto the bed. He jumps on top of him and they kiss their way to oblivion.
-
Jinchul rolls his eyes when Seunghyun walks back into the living room with Younghak’s arm wrapped tight around his waist. He also flips them off as Yejun tries to tug his beer out of his hand.
“What’s up?” Seunghyun says, voice obnoxiously happy.
Yejun sighs, “He’s being mopey because I won’t put out.”
Seunghyun takes pity on his best friend and says what Jinchul would never have the guts to, “He likes you a lot.”
Jinchul lunges at Seunghyun but Younghak tugs him out of way of the sharp claws and Seunghyun continues, “He never sticks around after his dick loses interest or someone loses interest in his dick. You’re the first one he’s ever tried so hard for. So, if this is you playing hard to get or whatever, you don’t need to. You’ve already got him.”
Yejun’s eyes soften as he looks over at Jinchul who is an unnatural shade of red as he buries his face into the sofa’s arm. Yejun pulls at his sleeve and says, “God, you’re so stupid.”
Seunghyun smiles because apparently the love is reciprocated and the night couldn’t get better.
-
So, when Younghak said he was going to punch that guy, he wasn’t kidding. Seunghyun watches the poor guy stumble back, hand still curved from being around Seunghyun’s ass for a short second before Younghak saw it.
Seunghyun yanks Younghak out of the house and can’t help but smile when Younghak pouts.
“I wanted to punch him some more.”
“You ass, I like you, okay? No one else. Just you.”
Younghak grins and it’s so fucking adorable that Seunghyun smiles again. They walk back to the car hand in hand and if they say way too many sappy and stupid things to each other that night, that’s nobody’s business but their own.