[B18] PUT YOUR VENOM IN ME (1/3)

[kaisooaufest]

Prompt Code: B18
Title: put your venom in me
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): Suho/Sehun, Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Warnings: dystopian!au, smut, romance, minor character death, slight!violence, switching, small scene of recreational drug use, alcohol
Word Count: 23k
Summary: Lust is the disease. Love is the cure. Jongin lives by these words as do all the citizens of New Seoul. All forms of lust are illegal and banned. What will he do when he finds out his boyfriend of a year, Kyungsoo, isn’t as prim and proper as he seems?
AN: i hope i did the prompt justice! this is the longest fic i’ve written, and i want to thank the prompter for coming up with such an interesting plot for me to take on! please enjoy!



“Customer 148?” Jongin straightens up his desk with a smile as he waits momentarily for the next customer to sit in front of him. When he looks up, he sees a young man with with golden blond hair, smoothed pristinely over his forehead. Jongin recognizes him instantly and is surprised to see him standing in the bank. “Ah, Corporal Kim Junmyeon,” he bows in respect. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m just here to make a withdrawal from my checking account.” Junmyeon says. Jongin nods, though he can’t imagine why a high-up police captain, whose face appears on New Seoul TV every day, would be here making withdrawals in person. With such a high status, he’s most likely allowed to make withdrawals electronically.

“Very well, sir,” Jongin taps on the touchscreen on his desk momentarily. “Just for protocol but please press your wrist ID to the screen…thank you, sir. How much would you like to withdraw from your account? Your current total is displayed here.” He points to the screen in front of Junmyeon, trying not to seem surprised at the enormous amount of money. It’s the most Jongin’s ever seen since working at the bank for the past two years.

“Just 250,000 will suffice for now.” Junmyeon smiles at him, but his eyes seem calculating. Jongin wonders if that’s just his usual demeanor as a chief investigator.

“Very well.” Moments later the cash is dispensed and counted by the machine, and Jongin bundles it up before stamping it as a legal transaction. He hands it to the older man with a smile. “Have a lovely day, sir.”

Junmyeon slides the money into an inside pocket of his jacket before standing. “Lovely day to you too,” he nods curtly before walking away. Jongin watches him go, shortly stumped as that entire transaction was not the usual.

At the young age of twenty-three, Kim Jongin finds himself to be lucky. He grew up in a family of business, his mother being a bank teller and his father an accountant. He knew since the young age of five that he wanted to work in a bank more than anything, and after four years at New Seoul University, he achieved that. And, like everyone else, he wanted to find love - and he found that almost a year ago in Do Kyungsoo, a twenty-seven year old intelligent doctor whose father owns the New Seoul General Hospital. Their meeting was arranged by their parents, but the love isn’t fabricated or forced. Kyungsoo is Jongin’s best friend and vice-versa.

Two hours after Junmyeon’s appearance, the bank closes up for the night, thirty minutes before official curfew. Jongin bids all of his coworkers a “lovely evening” before catching the last train for the night, since he had forgone driving his car that morning. There’s only him and a few others riding in the train car, only a few establishments close so close to curfew like the banks do, and only emergency buildings or government locations are open past curfew. Every New Seoulite knows this.

When Jongin arrives at their high rise apartment in the center of the city, he smiles when he notices the door is unlocked when he tries to open it with his wrist ID, almost like a watch that all citizens wear. Kyungsoo hadn’t been forced to work the night shift at the hospital.

The apartment had been Kyungsoo’s, but Jongin moved in after six months of being together as a couple. It’s a norm that once the connection of pure love is established that a couple moves in together to tighten their bond. Kyungsoo’s apartment is large and expensive, so it’s only natural that Jongin would abandon his for a chance to be even closer to his boyfriend.

“I’m home,” Jongin calls out as he takes off his shoes in the entryway. Though the house is so open, he doesn’t spot Kyungsoo and assumes he must have fallen asleep or is in his office. Soon to inherit the hospital from his father, he works hard even at home.

As predicted, he walks into the bedroom, and Kyungsoo is sitting in the bed with one of the lamps on, a tablet in his hands and glasses on his nose. He looks up the moment Jongin walks in, and the corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile. “Home already?”

“Yeah,” Jongin murmurs, moving to kneel on the edge of the bed and lean over to kiss his boyfriend chastely. Their lips meet only for a split second, no more, no less. Kyungsoo lies a hand on his waist, and Jongin shrugs it off casually. He always seems to push the boundaries just a bit.

Lust is the disease. Love is the cure.

Jongin’s grown up his entire life hearing that motto in whispers from his parents, in reprimands at school, and from pledges by the government on the television.

Over a hundred years ago, the fifth world war left Seoul in shambles, and South Korea’s population fell dramatically. Afterwards, the government struggled to bring in its citizens. Wars and riots within the ruined country became the norm. For sixty years, the ruined city became the hub of debauchery and filth. Violence was assured. That was until the government finally got together and reformed a certain area of what could be salvaged of South Korea and deemed it New Seoul. And having seen what had torn the country apart, the government banned all forms of lust, and Jongin can agree with it. His grandparents would tell him of their youth before the reform, and how much better the government has made their lives. He knows the government is right with what they’ve done, and he sees no problem with his life. Lust isn’t needed when love is present. Lust only leads to ruin. Jongin’s never felt what lust is, nor does he really know what it is, and his life is beautiful without it - so he doesn’t need it.

The ruins of the city that lie outside of the built walls is now called Old Seoul. Jongin has never been outside the walls that surround the city. There are rumors of bands of people living in the abandoned city, but the government assures its citizens that there are no survivors and that the outside world is dangerous.

“Have you eaten?” Kyungsoo asks, taking off his glasses and closing his book as Jongin moves to the closet.

“Yeah, Sehun brought in some takeout when we were slow,” Jongin answers, pulling out some fresh underwear and tossing it onto their bed. He decides against wearing a t-shirt to bed. It’s warmer in the apartment, and he suspects Kyungsoo turned up the heat again to battle the cold winter night.

“The weirdest thing happened today, love,” Jongin starts off, remembering his encounter from earlier in the day. Slipping off his tie, the young man shrugs off his suit jacket before beginning to unbutton his shirt as he stands by the foot of the bed, back facing his boyfriend. “Corporal Kim Junmyeon stopped by today. I suspected he was there to speak to Mr. Choi, but…” Jongin lets the unbuttoned shirt fall from his shoulders and to the floor by his feet, revealing the pure, untouched tan skin of his back, the dimples in the small of his back appearing as his shoulder blades flex. He unzips his trousers and takes those off as he continues. “He was only there to make a transaction, a withdrawal from his account. Isn’t that strange?” Bending down, Jongin slips off his black briefs, leaving him bare and naked. Modesty doesn’t exist in a world without lust.

“I mean, he’s rich, so there’s no reason for him to go out of his way like that, right?” Jongin pulls up the gray band of his clean navy briefs and finally noticed the lack of response to his words. Turning around, he notices the spaced out look in Kyungsoo’s eyes, simply staring at Jongin, and sets a hand on his hip, cocking his head. “Are you listening? Kyungsoo?”

With a call of his name, Kyungsoo snaps out of his daze, clearing his throat and blinking rapidly. “Sorry, Jongin, I was listening. I just…don’t feel very well,” he offers a sheepish smile in apology.

“Oh,” Jongin pouts, crawling onto the bed and sliding beneath the covers next to Kyungsoo. Reaching up, he brushes Kyungsoo’s inky black bangs out of his eyes in a comforting motion and feels his forehead. “You do look a little flushed. Did you take your vitamins?”

The government requires all citizens to take LPS (L’ornithine alpha-ketoglutarate Providing Substance) vitamins, a supplement to fight against the supposed toxins in the air and to fill in for those foods groups that they don’t have many supplies for. Not taking them means that you could feel weak or faint during the day. Jongin’s read the warnings on the back. He’s taken them every day of his life since age thirteen.

Kyungsoo smiles at him. “Yes, I did, Jongin.” His smile is a little strange, but Jongin takes it as an effect for him feeling bad.

“Let’s go to sleep then, since you don’t feel well.” Jongin says, placing a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek. “Goodnight. I love you, Kyungsoo.”

His boyfriend turns the lamp off, drowning them in the darkness and the lights of the city that shine from outside the large window. “Goodnight. I love you too,” Kyungsoo murmurs, and Jongin feels a feather-like touch on his bare shoulder before it disappears, and Kyungsoo turns away from him to lie on his side.

Jongin stares at the outline of his form in the dark before he too turns away to get some sleep.

“The intern brought coffee. Want some?” Jongin’s co-worker, Sehun, asks the moment he walks into the break room. He eyes the cups with distaste and wrinkles his nose.

“I don’t like coffee. Remember?” Jongin throws him a glare. He mumbles about it tasting like poison before walking over to the fridge to get out a juice box. He’s mature and sophisticated. Sitting down at the circular table next to Sehun, he watches Minseok munch quietly on his salad, reading something off his phone and paying no attention to either of them.

“So how’s it going? I heard Corporal Kim came in the other day,” Sehun says, stirring his coffee languidly with thin fingers.

“It’s fine, I guess,” Jongin shrugs. “And, yeah, he came to make a withdrawal for some reason. Not sure why.” His eyebrows furrow, thinking about the weird experience again. He was applauded by his boss yesterday for giving the corporal such a good impression of their bank, which Jongin was glad for, but it still strikes him as odd.

“Don’t think too much into it,” Sehun sips at his coffee. “He was probably just checking the place out. I heard that they do that sometimes. How’s Kyungsoo? Your anniversary is coming up, right?”

Jongin nearly chokes on his juice. He’d completely forgotten that this Friday is their first anniversary as a couple. He hasn’t even thought about what to get Kyungsoo as a gift or if to suggest doing something together that night instead. Maybe a promise ring? Or a nice dinner?

“I forgot,” he admits.

“Well, you’ve got a few days to figure something out,” Sehun raises his brows and looks away as he sips at his coffee, as if to say yikes. “Knowing Kyungsoo, he probably has something planned for you two already. He seems like the type to plan early.”

“I’ll just ask him if he wants to do something,” Jongin smiles, thinking about how romantic their past dates were. His favorite is one of their first dates where Kyungsoo took him out to a garden rooftop with an elegant dinner. Jongin can still feel the soft first touch of Kyungsoo’s lips against his own and the way he stared at Jongin like he was just realizing his entire world.

“You’ve become so mushy since you fell in love.” The younger man pouts a bit, slightly jealous that Jongin met someone before he did.

“Kyungsoo is amazing. He’s…there’s no one like him in the world,” Jongin sighs blissfully with a satisfied smile. “He’s just so honest and romantic. It’s hard not to fall for him, you know?”

“Yeah, it sounds great to be matched to a rich doctor by your parents,” Sehun grumbles. “I’d be lucky just to go on a date with someone who works in a grocery store.”

“Money isn’t everything, you know?” Jongin snorts, getting up to throw his juice box in the trash can.

“Yeah, right. That’s the one thing that hasn’t changed about this place,” Sehun replies.

When Jongin gets home that night, Kyungsoo isn’t there, and he assumes that his boyfriend is working late at the hospital until he strolls into the kitchen. He stops in place at the sight of a beautiful bouquet of pink camellia flowers, sitting in a neat glass vase with a periwinkle bow tied around it. A smile breaks out on Jongin’s face, and he rushes towards the island where it’s sitting. Sticking out in the middle of the bouquet is a small white card with his name written on it, and he plucks it from its stand and opens it to see the simple message of Happy Anniversary in Kyungsoo’s neat handwriting. He’s always been a simple character, and that’s what Jongin loves about him, really. Kyungsoo is always straightforward and honest with his feelings, and Jongin is attracted to that aspect of him.

He’s still grinning at the card in his hands when the apartment door opens, and he turns to see said man walking into the kitchen with a silver rectangular box. Kyungsoo looks at him like he wasn’t expecting Jongin to be home before he smiles sheepishly. “I forgot that you get off early on Tuesdays,” he says.

“Did you also forget that our anniversary is three days away?” Jongin jokes and then grabs Kyungsoo by the hips to pull him in for a loving hug. “I love the flowers though. They’re beautiful.”

“Just like you,” Kyungsoo murmurs, rubbing Jongin’s back. He pulls away swiftly from the embrace, however, and presents Jongin the silver box. “I got you some chocolates too.”

Jongin accepts them but looks at his partner in confusion. “I still don’t understand why you’re giving these to me three days early.”

“Well…” Kyungsoo looks a little nervous, out of his character, and reaches out to hold one of Jongin’s hands. “I was wondering if you would want to go somewhere special with me that night.”

“Special?” Jongin lights up instantly. He pictures romantic dinners, a walk in the park, a stay in a nice hotel, or maybe a night at the cinemas. “Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” Kyungsoo smiles, and he free hand moves to cup Jongin’s cheek. “You’ll have to be patient, okay?” He kisses him chastely, and the younger man melts.

With a blissful sigh, Jongin hugs his boyfriend close. “I can be patient. Anything for you. I love you, Kyungsoo.”

“I love you too,” Kyungsoo mumbles into the fabric of Jongin’s suit. His head reaches just above Jongin’s shoulder, the perfect height for Jongin to rest his chin on.

“What do you want in return, though? I can cook dinner one night,” Jongin offers, pulling away with a pout.

“Nah, I have to work late tomorrow and Thursday,” Kyungsoo shakes his head. “But really, it’s alright. Just you coming with me on Friday makes me happy already.”

“We are sharing these chocolates then,” Jongin shakes the box with a grin. “You like chocolate more than me anyways.”

Throughout the next three days, Jongin is excited. He bounces in his seat when he has no customers to tend to, and he greets others with even brighter smiles than before. Sehun rolls his eyes at him when Jongin eagerly tells him the news and doesn’t try to help him guess as to what the surprise could be.

The surprise and suspense is killing him. He wants to know what Kyungsoo has planned so badly! Is it a romantic dinner? It’s been awhile since they’ve been able to have a nice meal like that, with them both working so much and all. But Jongin doubts it’s something as simple as that. Kyungsoo said it was a special surprise, which is what makes it so hard to guess. There’s no limit as to what goes on inside Kyungsoo’s mind.

He wakes up fresh and revitalized on Friday morning. Kyungsoo continues to sleep beside him quietly, face buried in his pillow as he lies on his stomach, raven hair messy. Jongin smiles at the sight and slides out of the bed gently, briefly pausing to pull the blanket to cover his boyfriend’s tired body. He had come home sometime early in the morning after working the night shift at the hospital, so Jongin didn’t want to wake him up.

Silently, he heads to the sleek and clean bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Once he dries himself off, Jongin puts on his ironed and tailored suit with ease, practically routine by now. And after he’s styled his hair, Jongin opens the medicine cabinet to take his daily LPS vitamins as he does every morning - except, they aren’t there. He pauses and blinks for a moment, scanning the two small shelves for the familiar blue bottle containing the male version of the chewable tablets, but all the shelves have are bandages, pain pills, and other usual pharmaceutical items. Maybe Kyungsoo moved them without telling him?

Bending down to the cabinet below the sink, he opens it and digs around for a moment, calmly at first and then panicked as he realizes he can’t find them. Jongin has never not taken them before, and the government stresses that it’s important. He doesn’t know what the side-effects are of not taking them other than feeling weak or faint, and there’s also the possibility that someone could figure out.

He glances at the watch on his wrist and bites his lip. He’s going to be late at this rate, and it would be bad if he walked in and had to explain that he was trying to find his vitamins. It would reflect bad on his character in his boss’s eyes and the government’s eyes. He has no choice but to hope he can find them when he gets home.

Grabbing his leather satchel, Jongin nervously makes his way to the bank. He takes his car since he doubts he’ll make the train at this rate.

He feels fine throughout the walk to the parking deck of the apartment complex, and then during the drive to the bank, so maybe he can survive the one day.

To his surprise, he feels perfectly normal throughout his work routine, and Jongin even forgets about the whole problem as he buries himself in conversations about accounts, loans, and finances. And instead, he focuses his thoughts on Kyungsoo’s surprise for him tonight. He wonders if he’ll have to dress casual or formal for wherever they’re going. During his lunch break, he tries texting Kyungsoo to ask, but the only reply he receives is, ‘You’ll find out when you get home.’

Jongin is practically glaring down his watch as the last few minutes tick by at an agonizingly slow pace. He manages to convince his boss to let him go an hour early tonight, so that he and Kyungsoo could do what they wanted before curfew.

Once the minute hand hits the twelve, Jongin springs up from his seat and grabs his satchel from under the desk. Sehun narrows his eyes at him from his desk, jealous that he gets off early, and Jongin sticks his tongue out at him unprofessionally as the strolls out the glass doors. He hums a happy tune as he gets into his car, finger drumming on the wheel as he becomes a grinning mess as he thinks about his date.

Jongin arrived at their apartment in no less than fifteen minutes, and he opens the door to see Kyungsoo strutting around the apartment like he’s in a hurry. He’s dressed differently than usual, no cream-colored sweaters or black bangs hanging over his eyes. Instead, his hair is styled up, not professionally but a bit messily. He’s wearing all black as well and glances up from his cell phone as Jongin pauses in the doorway.

“Hello?” Jongin asks. “Is something wrong?”

Ignoring his question, Kyungsoo reaches forward to grab his hand, making Jongin stumble as he leads him to the bedroom. “Put these clothes on, okay? I just have to grab something out of my office, and we’ll leave,” Kyungsoo murmurs to him, settling a hand on his lower back momentarily like always. However, instead of shrugging the touch away, Jongin’s breath stops, and he flinches as the contact sends a sort of heat up his spine - like he was shocked.

Kyungsoo doesn’t seem to notice his reaction, and he retreats back to his office down the small hallway like he said. Jongin shakes off the tingles still mingling underneath his skin and focuses his attention on the clothes Kyungsoo graciously laid out for him. It was one of his knit sweaters, a tight one that he rarely wears, along with some jeans that also fit a bit snugly, and a leather jacket from back in his university days. The color theme was becoming familiar - black.

It’s an interesting choice of clothing for a date of some sort. Furrowing his brows, Jongin throws away his doubts and just does as Kyungsoo asked. His boyfriend seems so serious. Maybe he has some last minute things to do at the hospital?

“Ready?” Kyungsoo asks as Jongin is adjusting his belt. He seems impatient.

“Are we late for something?” Jongin questions, shrugging on the jacket. It still fits.

“Not exactly,” his boyfriend stays serious. He takes Jongin’s hand without asking and leads them out of the apartment, walking at a fast pace that even has Jongin struggling to keep up with his longer legs. When they enter the parking deck, Kyungsoo leads them to Jongin’s car, rather than his own sleek vehicle. Jongin hands him the key card with a confused look.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” He asks, sitting in the passenger seat as Kyungsoo presses the button to start the car after buckling his seatbelt.

“Not until we get there,” he replies coolly, pulling out of the parking space.

Tucking his long legs close to the seat, Jongin bites his lip and stares out the window. Kyungsoo seems so tense and serious that Jongin’s a bit afraid. He wants to ask more, but perhaps he’s reading too much into things. So instead he tries to guess where they’re going based on where Kyungsoo’s driving. The cinema? He passes it. The few nice restaurants for the elite? He drives past them all. They even pass the Great New Seoul Mall.

It’s only a little bit later - as they go from the nice and polished buildings to the dirty, malnourished suburbs that sit near the borders of New Seoul - that Jongin realizes that Kyungsoo is taking him where no citizen of New Seoul dares to go.

Outside of the borders, to the abandoned city.

It’s when they actually approach border control that Jongin panics. Reaching over, he grabs onto Kyungsoo’s bicep. “Kyungsoo - ”

The car rolls to a stop and an armed soldier from the small crossing control station approaches the window. Jongin looks at him in fear. You can get in a lot of trouble for even attempting to leave the city without authorized permission, which is only given to government positions. His hand clenches around the fabric of Kyungsoo’s jacket nervously, and he looks at his boyfriend in worry as he rolls down the window. Jongin anticipates the worst. Why did Kyungsoo drive them straight into danger?

And yet, the soldier bends down to the window, eyes Kyungsoo, and then smiles. “Nine-thirty on the dot, Mr. Do. It’s been a while.” He has a thin face and handsome features, and Jongin stares at him with wide eyes of disbelief.

“Sure has, Ryeowook,” Kyungsoo says as if speaking with an old friend from university. Reaching into his pocket with a smile, he retrieves a large wad of cash, and Jongin goes breathless and pale.

“Pleasure doing business with you as always,” Ryeowook snatches the cash from him before strolling over to the controls, pressing a few buttons. The large gate scaling many, many meters slowly opens after a shrill beep, hinges creaking. The soldier gives him a wave when it’s safe to go, and Kyungsoo rolls up the window before driving out into the rough road that leads into the old city.

The cab of the car is completely silent like before, but now there’s unspoken tension. Jongin stares at his feet in disbelief, withdrawing his grip from his boyfriend’s arm. What is going on? Where is Kyungsoo taking him? Kyungsoo bribed a soldier? Kyungsoo has been here before? There are so many questions burning in his mind that Jongin isn’t sure what to say or where to start. Would Kyungsoo even answer him if he asked?

They pass dilapidated buildings and crumbles of what were once homes. The road is hardly paved and jostles them around in their seats in some rough patches of asphalt. But eventually Kyungsoo pulls up to a crumbled building, behind a row of cars parked outside. Jongin manages to spot a woman in a short dress disappear behind the ruins of the building.

Kyungsoo quietly puts the car in park and shuts off the engine, leaving them both in stilled silence. They are both expecting the moment that Jongin finally turns to regard his boyfriend.

“What’s going on? What is this? Tell me, right now,” Jongin demands.

Heaving out a heavy sigh, Kyungsoo turns to face him fully for once. “Jongin, listen,” he moves to hold his boyfriend’s hand. “I - ”

Jongin recoils instantly, moving his hand away from reach and sliding back until his back meets the car door. He thinks of what Kyungsoo’s earlier touch did to him and freezes.

“I didn’t take my vitamins today, and I feel strange,” he blurts out.

Kyungsoo eyes him for a moment, but he doesn’t move, staring at the younger man quietly. “I know,” he says. “I hid them from you on purpose.”

Jongin goes pale once again, disbelief staining his features. “You…what?”

“Look,” Kyungsoo huffs. “Things aren’t how the government says they are. Those vitamins you take everyday? They aren’t for your health. They’re basically cutting off your senses, nerves, and hormone responses. The LPS stands for Lust Preventing Substances. They only want you to think you’re better off without lust by making you have no choice. So people who know the truth come here to escape - to feel normal.”

Jongin listens, but his brows furrow and his gaze drops to his lap. He doesn’t even know what to say in response to that. The Kyungsoo he knows would never do something illegal like this. He was proper and pure, like everyone else, like Jongin. Kyungsoo is honest and loving, and he would tell Jongin anything. Jongin’s beginning to doubt everything.

“I…Do I even know you?” Jongin murmurs, looking his boyfriend in the eye. “This is illegal, Kyungsoo! You could - we could get in serious trouble. It’s dangerous!”

“Jongin - ”

“The - The government is doing this to protect us, and you’re just telling me to turn a blind eye and do something illegal like this? You’re insane!”

“Listen, it’s not - ”

“Take me home,” Jongin demands in a cold voice, turning to face the windshield and sit normally.

It’s muted between them, and Kyungsoo looks at his boyfriend for a long while, unwilling to move and start the car and drive home. He was hoping that Jongin would receive this openly, but he was a little stupid for assuming it would go smoothly. He had always known that Jongin was drilled into what the government said and did.

“I only wanted this because I love you, Jongin,” he murmurs. “The government…they don’t talk about passion or - or how lust can stem from love. I want to be able to be with you, emotionally and physically.” Kyungsoo hesitantly moves to grasp Jongin’s hand that rests on his thigh, and finally Jongin turns to look at him with those kind almond-shaped eyes. “This isn’t some ploy. I really wanted to show you this place, and I want to show you how much I love you, Jongin. That’s all this is, okay? I’m still the same, Kyungsoo, still the same…”

Jongin softly lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and his heart speeds up as Kyungsoo inches forward, dark eyes looking straight at him with affection. Kyungsoo closes his eyes as he lays a hand on Jongin’s cheek, and Jongin has never felt as warm as he does the moment his boyfriend kisses him. It’s deeper than any of the kisses they’ve shared and more intimate. Jongin feels a tingle down to his toes, and he lets out a little sound when Kyungsoo just moves his lips slightly before pulling away.

Jongin looks at him in amazement, lips parted. “That was…different.” Slender fingers come up to touch plush lips.

The older man smiles at him and rubs his thumb against the skin of Jongin’s palm. “Will you at least come inside with me? I just want to show you. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, okay? If you want to stick with chaste kisses and hugs, I won’t push you further, Jongin.”

He glances out the window to the rough-looking building once more. Jongin feels a bit more at ease with what Kyungsoo has said to him because he can tell his boyfriend is being earnest. The fear from before is subdued. Kyungsoo is still the same Kyungsoo he fell in love with. As for being more intimate, he just doesn’t see it yet as something necessary, though he liked the kiss. But if Kyungsoo really wants to share this with him then…

“Um, okay, we can go inside. Just for a little bit, though…” Jongin mumbles, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Kyungsoo’s heart-shaped smile makes an appearance, and he too unbuckles and opens the door to the car, albeit more eagerly than Jongin does. He strolls over to where Jongin stands nervously on the other side of the car and offers his hand, which the younger takes before clinging to his side entirely. It’s obvious that he’s not exactly comfortable with where they’re going yet.

Sometimes things can get a bit risky though, so Kyungsoo draws an arm around his waist as well.

He leads them around the building in a similar path that Jongin had seen that one woman take, and when they round the corner he realizes that there are steps leading down to a basement below the old building, a rusty iron door waiting for them. In the quiet, Jongin can already hear the low thump of a bass beat.

The moment Kyungsoo wrenches open the door and leads them inside, Jongin’s senses are assaulted. It’s dark except for the flashing lights or the few stationary ones. The large space is packed with people, all clothed in dark colors and showing a lot of skin. Music that Jongin’s never heard hurts his ears as it blasts from somewhere in the back. The people dance all up on each other, rubbing against one another more intimately than Jongin has ever seen. It makes him flush and look away. It smells like smoke and a mixture of other substances he can’t put a finger on.

Jongin clings tightly to Kyungsoo’s coat as the older man leads them through the crowd, and he can feel people turning and looking at them both, eyeing them thoroughly. Some even greet Kyungsoo in slurred tones or crooked smiles that Kyungsoo returns with a grin. At one point, Kyungsoo stops to talk to some woman with blonde hair, and Jongin just keeps his gaze lowered, hardly able to hear what they’re talking about over the loud music.

“Daaamn,” Jongin startles at a low groan in his left ear. “Shit, is there anyway you’d let me inside this, babe?” He yelps as a hand moves to grope at his bottom thoroughly until Kyungsoo notices and swats the offending hand away. Jongin turns meekly to view its owner - a rather tall man with heavy lidded eyes and a glass in his hand.

“Fuck off, Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo glares. “He’s mine.”

Jongin blushes after Chanyeol wanders away, not because of what happened, but because of how husky his boyfriend’s voice sounded as he spit out that slur. He’s never heard Kyungsoo be foul-mouthed, no one in the city talks like that usually. Not only that, but Kyungsoo called Jongin his. Kyungsoo is still the same, but there is another side of him Jongin has never seen until now.

As if to quell those surprised thoughts, Kyungsoo squeezes Jongin’s hand, and Jongin glances up to see him smiling. Jongin returns the sentiment and follows when Kyungsoo begins to lead them to the left, towards two double doors painted a vibrant red, a color rarely seen in the city. To the right of the doors stands a tall man with a steel gaze and sharp features. His blonde hair is styled immaculately, and he turns and looks at them as they approach.

“Finally decided to show up?” The tall man questions, raising a thick brow.

“I decided to start entering the dating pool,” Kyungsoo grins, opening one of the doors.

“Hmm,” the man eyes Jongin after that statement. “Have fun then, you two.”

“We’re not - ” Jongin starts, but Kyungsoo urges him through the door.

“Have a goodnight, Kris,” Kyungsoo says before closing the door behind them.

Once the doors shut, the loud music is gone, only the sounds of the muffled bass but barely noticeable. They’re in a small hallway, lined with a few doors, and the concrete walls show the actual age of the basement building, worn down and stained from age.

“These are rooms for when people want to…you know,” Kyungsoo explains sheepishly. “I have one permanently, though, because I can pay. I figured you’d probably like to be in here instead of the loud club floor.”

Jongin has questions to ask, but he decides that can wait until later, so he nods and follows Kyungsoo down the hallway and to second door from the right. It, too, is painted red. Kyungsoo pulls out an old-fashioned key from his pocket and unlocks the door, twisting it open and giving it a push to let Jongin inside once he flips on the lightswitch.

Due to the appearance of the hallway, Jongin didn’t expect much of the room. However, to his amazement, the room is furnished and dressed much like the sophisticated style of their apartment. There’s a rather large bed in the center with tall posts and dark blue sheets, a dark oak dresser in the corner, a leather sofa to the right, and a bar and two chairs off to the left. The floor is polished concrete.

“Someone must have kept up with it while I was gone,” Kyungsoo muses as he closes the door behind them. Jongin stays quiet and moves to take a seat on the couch meekly, hands placed on his knees and acting small as he watches Kyungsoo wander over to the bar. Walking behind it, he bends down out of sight, and Jongin hears him rummage around in a cabinet below before he pops back up and sets a glass and an unlabeled green glass bottle on the granite countertop of the bar.

“I found this place when I was twenty. A friend of mine took me here, and I got hooked after one night. Like I said, it’s for those who hate being controlled by the government and society. In medical school, I found out what those vitamins were really for, and I decided I didn’t like living in the dark. And I already told you about how I didn’t like being pushed around by my parents. It’s safe too. The government never comes out here. The only trouble is just crossing the border, but a bribe is all you need.” Kyungsoo says this as he uncorks the bottle and pours out some sort of purple-red liquid into the clear glass. Jongin nods along. Kyungsoo mentioned that when he was younger and in university, he held a torn relationship with his parents. He admitted to being rebellious, but Jongin could never imagine that rebellion would be like this.

“People come here to have sex, drink, party, and do and explore other things the government bans,” Kyungsoo adds, taking a sip of the drink before walking across the room to take a seat on the couch next to Jongin.

“Have you…” Jongin’s cheeks turn pink as he looks at Kyungsoo beside him. “Have you ever had…sex?” He practically has to force the word out, unfamiliar on his tongue like a curse word.

Kyungsoo doesn’t look uncomfortable at all when he answers. “I have, but not since I met you. Actually, I haven’t been back here since I met you either. I took the LPS vitamins for a while before I made up my mind that I wanted to show you this place one day. What do you think of it?”

“It’s…different,” Jongin admits, not exactly sure what he thinks. The government standards are still drilled into his mind, but the people out there in the club looked like they were enjoying themselves, and Kyungsoo obviously likes this place. He likes this - sitting in this room with Kyungsoo and talking freely. He liked the kiss from earlier. “I mean, I don’t hate it.”

“Good enough for me,” Kyungsoo smiles, taking another sip of his drink. Jongin watches the action curiously, wondering what he’s drinking. He can’t remember having seen something like that in New Seoul.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“It’s wine,” Kyungsoo says, holding the glass out to him. “It’s alcohol. Do you want to try some?”

Another banned item, but Jongin is curious. He nods and takes the glass from Kyungsoo’s hand, holding it by the stem. Jongin swishes the dark liquid around a bit and brings it to his nose to sniff like a child. His nose wrinkles from the sting, but the smell isn’t off-putting. The glass is brought to his lips, and Jongin takes a small sip.

His first response is a cute grimace and pout that has Kyungsoo chuckling. Jongin smacks his lips together with the same disgusted expression, but he looks down at the glass and takes a second sip. It’s bitter but also sweet, and it has some addictive quality that Jongin can’t put a finger on.

“Good?” Kyungsoo raises a brow as Jongin then takes his third sip - this one more of a gulp.

Jongin responds with a shrug, his cheeks pudging out. Standing up, Kyungsoo laughs and returns to the bar again to grab a second glass and brings that and the bottle of wine back to the couch. He refills Jongin’s glass and pours himself a new one.

“Do you know a lot of people that come here?” Another sip.

“Yeah, Kyungsoo nods, lounging back against the leather couch. “Most of the people here are of the elite. Some of them work for the government, believe it or not. Some of my colleagues come here; some are celebrities. It’s basically anyone who can pay. Kris knows everyone though. If someone is here who isn’t supposed to be, then he’ll kick them out.”

Jongin hadn’t expected that. He thinks back to the people dancing madly and talking with slurs, like the man named Chanyeol. They were all the elites of New Seoul? He looks down at the drink in his hand. He remembers hearing in school that alcohol had heady effects, leading to intoxication.

“Does everyone drink alcohol here?”

“Some do, some prefer drugs, or both, which can be a bad mix.”

“Drugs?” Jongin’s eyes go wide. “Have you…?”

“I did,” Kyungsoo admits. “When I was younger and didn’t have to go into the hospital early in the morning. The drugs left me lagging some days. I haven’t touched any since I started working in the hospital, which is when I was twenty-five.” He laughs a bit, looking down at his cup. “It’s weird admitting this to you. I know your parents paired us because I was ‘mature’, but I’m really not, to be honest.”

“I don’t see the problem with having done that stuff,” Jongin replies, cheeks beginning to bloom red as Kyungsoo pours him his third glass of wine. “I mean, you handle things well with this on the side. I wouldn’t have moved in with you if I didn’t think you were mature.”

“You’re so sweet,” Kyungsoo hums with a smile, shrugging off his jacket and then sliding closer to sling an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.

It always frustrated him how he could never be this close with Jongin, having to relish in every hug or kiss he would get. Ever since he laid eyes on Jongin, when his parents told him they had set up a date, Kyungsoo wanted him. The first time he heard Jongin laugh or murmur shyly, he wanted him. But Jongin was pure and curled up in the rules and regulations set by their society, completely untouchable. Kyungsoo hesitated in introducing him to this underground world.

Jongin sighs, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of Kyungsoo’s body pressed close to his. His head lulls to the side to rest in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck, nosing against his fair skin subconsciously, smelling the familiar scent of his aftershave. He feels warm down in his stomach and lower body, and Jongin hardly notices when he tries to lift his empty glass to his lips and drink and nothing comes out.

“It’s empty again,” Jongin lifts his glass to Kyungsoo’s face for more.

“I don’t think you need anymore,” Kyungsoo snorts and takes the glass from Jongin’s hand, setting it off to the side. He should have known that Jongin would have a low tolerance.

Jongin whines with a pout, squirming around, and making the hairs on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck stand up with how his breath brushes against the skin. Jongin takes off his jacket and flings it over the back of the couch sloppily, shoving it when it tries to slide down. Kyungsoo grins at his antics, catching his first glimpse of a tipsy Jongin, something he never thought he’d see. With a huff, Jongin cuddles back up against Kyungsoo, laying his cheek against his shoulder. He glances up, eyeing Kyungsoo’s lips, the rim of his bottom lip stained slightly from the wine he’d been sipping. Jongin’s eyes droop as he thinks back to the kiss in the car.

“Kyungsoo, what does it feel like to have sex with someone?” Jongin looks up at Kyungsoo with heavy-lidded cocoa eyes and parted lips.

The moment Kyungsoo looks down at him, eyes meeting, Jongin feels his heart thunder in his chest, and his face feels warm. He sits up slowly, turning on the couch to face Kyungsoo, and the latter’s arm winds around Jongin’s waist, gently pulling him closer. It sends shivers down Jongin’s spine, and he leans forward, their noses bumping lightly. Kyungsoo grins momentarily before their lips meet.

Kyungsoo doesn’t hold back any longer. He kisses Jongin like a man starved, hungrily and with passion. It’s cute how Jongin, inexperienced with anything other than pecks, tries to reciprocate. Kyungsoo hears him gasping, and he sucks on Jongin’s bottom lip, tasting the sweet wine.

“Kyungsoo…” Jongin breathes, and it sounds almost like a whine. He pulls away, and Kyungsoo takes that pause to drag Jongin to straddle his lap, hands gripping his lithe waist. Jongin looks down at him, eyes full of desire, and his hands claw into Kyungsoo’s midnight hair, as if to beg for another kiss that Kyungsoo soon grants him.

Heat pools in his stomach, and Jongin’s body curves towards Kyungsoo, groaning as he feels the older man’s hands roaming his body. Kyungsoo’s hands rub along his thigh and the curve of his bottom, mostly hovering around the latter. Jongin knows it should feel dirty or sinful but being touched in this way by his boyfriend feels right. They were meant to be intertwined like this, to feel each other properly like this.

Kyungsoo’s tongue teases into his mouth, and Jongin isn’t sure how to react, moaning softly as their tongues touch. He doesn’t know how to kiss like that at all, but Kyungsoo easily takes the lead, guiding him into it. It feels strange, but in a good way, and Jongin begins to notice the heat drizzling between his thighs and how his pants begin to feel uncomfortable. There’s an aching he’s never felt before, and his hips move instinctively, seeking friction.

Kyungsoo lets out a groan, and his hands grab Jongin’s buttocks, pulling him even closer until their crotches meet. He grinds up against Jongin, cursing at the indulgent feeling that he’s missed. Jongin shudders in his arms, and their now messy kiss ends as Kyungsoo kisses down Jongin’s jawline and throat. He wishes he could suck marks into the skin, but he can’t leave anything noticeable behind. So instead he noses down to Jongin’s tanned collarbone, sucking a dark bruise. Jongin lets out a beautiful moan, sounding just like how Kyungsoo spent many nights imagining, as he claws at Kyungsoo’s hair, messing it up.

“Shit, Jongin,” Kyungsoo pulls away, breathless, and looks up at his boyfriend who’s lips are bee-stung and cheeks flushed. Jongin’s hips are still moving, begging for some sort of stimulation. A smirk tugs at Kyungsoo’s lips, and his hand slips down between them to rest over the bulge straining in Jongin’s jeans, anticipating the guttural groan.

“What is…?” Jongin asks, glancing down at himself. He’s never felt anything like this, but it feels good when Kyungsoo touches him there.

Kyungsoo stifles a laugh, finding it a bit humorous that Jongin is so innocent. “It’s an erection, Jongin. It happens when you feel aroused.”

“O-Oh…” Jongin gulps, placing his hand over his belt buckle, fingers touching Kyungsoo’s. “Can you touch…me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Kyungsoo grins. He wastes no time in unbuckling his belt, popping open the button on Jongin’s jeans, and unzipping them to reveal the gray briefs beneath, a small wet patch visible from where the head of his cock sticks up. Jongin stares at himself with amazement.

“Uhn…” He moans softly as Kyungsoo rubs the spot, his hips bucking. “Kyungsoo, I feel - I feel like I have to…”

“Release? Cum? Orgasm?” Kyungsoo finishes for him, dragging down his pants and boxers to rest on his thighs. Jongin’s cock bobs up, curving towards his stomach and dribbling precum already. It jerks when Kyungsoo strokes beneath the head with the pad of his pointer finger, sensitive.

“What’s - ”

“Shh,” Kyungsoo interrupts. “Just feel, Jongin.” He grips the hem of Jongin’s tight black sweater and rolls the fabric up his chest until his brown nipples are showing, hardened from the air and arousal. Jongin shudders as Kyungsoo rubs the left one before pinching and tugging. He smiles up at the younger before suddenly taking his dick in his grasp and beginning to stroke.

A low moan escapes Jongin’s mouth and more sounds follow to where he struggles to stifle them, embarrassed at the weird sound. It doesn’t help when Kyungsoo leans forward and latches onto his right nipple, suckling on the bud and making Jongin tremble. The knot in his stomach tightens with every sensation, and Jongin can’t even control his hips anymore, thrusting into Kyungsoo’s hand as it strokes him, rubbing the leaking head of his cock. He writhes, abdominal muscles flexing as he finds himself trying to resist something.

Before he realizes it, his arousal peaks as Kyungsoo hurries his hand movements. Jongin throws his head back and groans, seeing white as his cock jerks and spurts thick white ropes of semen against his stomach. He moans lowly as he gyrates his hips, feeling on cloud nine as Kyungsoo strokes him through his orgasm. His heavy load makes a mess of his lower torso and Kyungsoo’s hand.

Jongin feels boneless as he falls down from his high. The experience was exhilarating and overwhelming, and he’s not even sure what just happened. He catches his breath and stares down at the translucent white mess on his belly.

Kyungsoo removes his hand from Jongin’s cock, holding his soiled hand up and watching Jongin’s cum drip down his fingers almost hungrily. “When the male body gets aroused, the penis gets filled with blood and becomes erect. When stimulated, it releases semen, and that’s what helps make babies, but they don’t teach you that in anatomy class anymore.” He’s basically spouting facts from a science textbook, but Jongin feels another stir of arousal in his gut as Kyungsoo looks straight at him and starts to lick the cum from his hand. It smears on his lips, and Jongin moans softly as he’s pushed down to lie down on the couch cushion, and his boyfriend leans down to lick up the semen on his stomach too.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin whines, feeling sensitive as Kyungsoo skims his tongue across the head of his cock as well. He feels almost like he can’t go again, but his dick continues to stay erect and Jongin’s toes curl. “Can we…again…”

Flashing him a grin, Kyungsoo stands up from the couch, and a confused Jongin pushes himself up to rest on his elbows, dazed eyes following him. The older man walks over to the dresser on the other side of the room and opens one of the top drawers, peering inside before pulling out a small item. Jongin can’t tell what it is until Kyungsoo returns, and in his hand he holds a small clear bottle.

“Hold out your hand,” Kyungsoo says, sitting between Jongin’s spread legs. He does as told, and Kyungsoo uncaps the bottle, upturning it and squeezing a clear gel into Jongin’s palm. He flinches at the cold sensation and looks up at his boyfriend.

“It’s lube. This’ll help with the friction. I want to see you touch yourself.” Jongin notices how Kyungsoo’s pupils are blown and how flushed his cheeks are. His eyes drift down to Kyungsoo’s crotch. He hadn’t even thought about Kyungsoo’s pleasure. Furrowing his brows, Jongin sits up and tries to reach over with his clean hand, but Kyungsoo swats his hand away.

“Let me see,” he repeats.

With Kyungsoo’s gaze trained on him, Jongin feels embarrassed and shy as he sits normally on the couch with his back against the cushions. He looks down at his hand for a moment, at the dollop of lube glistening on his palm. He lets out a breath and remembers what Kyungsoo did, twisting his hand up and down the length.

The lubrication feels ten times better, Jongin finds as he grabs his cock, gasping at the wet sensation as he spreads it over the full length. Fisting it just below the head, he starts to slowly jerk his dick, lips parting as he watches the foreskin spread over the leaking crown. It feels so good, not as great as when Kyungsoo touched him, but pleasurable enough that Jongin tips his head back and groans, closing his eyes as he starts to speed up his hand. He can hear the slick sound of his fist and bites his lip, whining.

“Slower, Jongin,” Kyungsoo whispers in his ear, and the younger feels fingers rub at his nipple, stimulating again. Jongin’s eyes open, and he looks to his right to see Kyungsoo’s belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. He gulps as he eyes Kyungsoo’s hand stuffed in his boxer briefs and fisting his own cock, the head and a good inch or two of the length peeking out. It’s thicker and bigger than Jongin’s.

“Nn…Kyungsoo…” Jongin breathes, turning his head desperately for a kiss. Kyungsoo grants his wish, tongue slipping into his mouth again, and they share a sloppy, wet lip-lock, courtesy of a distracted Jongin, who’s feeling close to the edge again.

He tries to find what feels good, fingertips rubbing the crown until he notices how his nerves jolt when he presses a place just below the head. He’s panting at this point, a line of saliva from the kiss running down his chin once Kyungsoo pulls away to focus on his own pleasure.

“Jongin, fuck, you look so pretty, baby.” The guttural sound of that pet name has Jongin whimpering. “Are you gonna cum with me?” Kyungsoo sounds breathless at this point, his fist working over his cock at a fast pace.

“Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo,” Jongin gasps as he feels his orgasm coming. “I’m gonna…g-gonna, oh!” His back arches and his hand stops as he comes for the second time that night, dirtying his belly button and palm with a decent amount of cum as he moans loudly, unable to control himself.

He doesn’t even have time to think or recover before Kyungsoo is suddenly pushing him back down to lie on the couch, sitting between Jongin’s clothed legs. Jongin watches him with lazy hooded eyes as Kyungsoo palms his cock furiously, the tip purple.

“Oh, God, Jongin, you’re so beautiful, so perfect,” Kyungsoo groans, staring at the mess of Jongin’s tummy. “I want…to dirty you so much, fucking cum all over you, shit.” Jongin doesn’t really understand what he’s saying, but he looks up with watery eyes and swollen, parted lips, and Kyungsoo loses it.

He comes with a muffled groan, thick ropes of his cum landing on Jongin’s lower stomach and limp cock, mixing with the mess already there. It’s definitely one of the most explosive orgasms Kyungsoo’s had in awhile. Jongin is way too sexy for his own good.

Kyungsoo catches his breath, bracing a hand on Jongin’s thigh as he tries to shake off the dizziness. He takes a look at Jongin, who still looks dazed, and supposes maybe two orgasms were a bit too much for him.

“Are you alright, Jongin?” Kyungsoo reaches to touch Jongin’s cheek.

“Mm, tired,” he mumbles back, leaning into Kyungsoo’s hand and closing his eyes. He hears his boyfriend laugh, and then the touch disappears, and Jongin opens his bleary eyes to watch Kyungsoo get up and walk over the the bar. There’s the sound of a faucet being turned on and water draining before he returns, holding a small wet towel. Kyungsoo wipes his hand off and then starts to clean Jongin’s stomach and cock gently.

“You’ll have to shower when we get home, but I can get this off for now,” Kyungsoo says, but Jongin can hardly keep his eyes open anymore. The last thing he remembers is the feeling of Kyungsoo pulling up his pants and telling him not to fall asleep.

Part 2