Story in the Making [24/?]
This chapter was hardly planned or intended, but I thought it might fit well. And I can never pass up angst. Obviously, it's longer than the last, but not quite as long as the next two chapters--which are big and important ones, I promise you.
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Youngjae didn’t necessarily think it had been a bad idea for him to go out with Daehyun and their hyungs, but he certainly hadn’t thought that it would be the best thing for him to do that night when he could have very well laid in bed lamenting over all that he had done wrong in his life and more recently. Things were going a lot better than he had imagined that they would while he was out with the older three. Himchan had gone off to dance a long time ago with some woman and Yongguk was sitting at the bar talking to another, leaving Daehyun and Youngjae to grow even more intoxicated than either had planned to be. Usually, one was to be the designated driver-even though neither would be driving, it was nice to have a trusted friend guide you into bed and make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit-while the other could drink as much as they wished. They didn’t decide who would play what part that night and so were both steadily becoming drunk as the night wore on.
Everything felt funny to Youngjae and he knew that he was well on his way to becoming drunk. He was past buzzed and had settled into the tipsy area a bit ago. It was almost comforting to lose his inhibitions, forgetting that he had fallen in love with his best friend, lost his best friend, nearly had him as something more before he’d fallen from his grasp once again. None of those things were something that Youngjae had the mental capacity to think about while the alcohol was working through his system.
“You’re beautiful.”
Those words were slurred by a drunken-or nearly drunken-Daehyun. The man was sitting across from Youngjae at the small table that the four of them had taken when they entered the club. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glossy as he takes another swig of whatever strong alcoholic beverage that he was nursing. The words has caught Youngjae off guard, and rightfully so as that wasn’t something that they said to each other any more. They didn’t give each other random compliments, or express anything of that sort to one another as it wasn’t appropriate.
It also just caused Youngjae a lot more unnecessary pain.
“Mister…” He sighed, looking down at his drink and stirring the liquid with his colorful straw. “Don’t start that tonight, please…”
Maybe they should have put down some ground rules before coming out that night, but Youngjae thought that might have defeated the whole purpose. Anyways, there might have been a small portion of him that was hoping a drunk Daehyun might give him something that he had since considered out of his reach because of the woman the elder man now had in his life.
“Start what?!” The genuine confusion would have been cute if Youngjae wasn’t doing his best not to become affected by way Daehyun was looking at him. Daehyun’s eyes were soft, his gaze almost tender while his pupils were dilated in the dark atmosphere of the club, wide as they observed the younger man and Youngjae could only imagine what sort of thoughts were running through Daehyun’s mind at that moment. “I’m only speaking the truth! Come on, don’t be so pouty. We’re here to have fun!”
Youngjae wasn’t sure what sort of fun that Daehyun had been intending to have or thought that they would have when their hyungs had gone off to find a companion for the night and he had his own girlfriend anyways. Youngjae was the only one without anyone. He wasn’t even attracted to people enough to think that he might have a chance of going home with someone even if that was something that he might be remotely interested in.
“Daehyun, you have a girlfriend.” The tipsy singer spoke as he finished the rest of his drink. It wasn’t fair that Daehyun was already drunk and he wasn’t. It’d only take a few more minutes to change that.
“She’s not here, though!” If Youngjae were honest with himself, hearing those words from Daehyun was shocking in a level that he had never believed. That didn’t sound like anything that a sober Daehyun would think to say and while Youngjae knew that, he felt like it would be a great time to take advantage of it even though it would make him a terrible friend. He could always play the alcohol card the next day as he was quite on his way to being drunk himself.
Daehyun didn’t even wait for a response to what he had said, simply rising from the table and tugging on his best friend’s hand, forcing him to stand and when he does, his fingers touch along the slim hip of the younger man. Their bodies were pressed quite close together. Confusion may have been evident on Youngjae’s face, but so was arousal and desire and Daehyun was just drunk enough to play on that even if it made him a bad friend in a sense and a terrible person in general.
“Let’s dance, precious boy.”
It was a few seconds later that they were being drawn out to the dance floor. There was a mass of bodies and Youngjae was already feeling hot and crowded as he was being dragged. Daehyun was walking backwards, his eyes not leaving the face of his precious boy while their bodies barely had any space between them. No one seemed to mind all the bumping that everyone was doing into one another, no one noticing that two upcoming idols were making their way into the crowd and no one caring that two men were about to start dancing together even when it would usually be a big deal.
“God, those pants make your ass ten times hotter.” Daehyun said even though he wasn’t able to see said ass as he pulled Youngjae to him, hands on his hips as he began to move to the music. It wasn’t fluid as dancers like them should be capable of, but it was still attractive for the most part. Or that might be because Youngjae was quite intoxicated himself. “And your ass is so much hotter than Heehyoung’s.” The words sent Youngjae’s heart racing-he’d be thinking more on what’s being said the next day when he was sober if he could remember it. For now, everything that Daehyun was saying was enough to make him feel as though he were in heaven.
“Mister…stop it.” Youngjae blushed. The sight of the blush made Daehyun smirk, his plump lips quirking in a teasing way that was oh so very arousing. “Just dance with me.” If Youngjae had been brought out to dance, then he was going to demand that he be danced with like he felt he deserved to be after being put through so much shit even if it was more his fault than anything else.
“As you wish, precious boy,” Daehyun laughed as he turned the younger one around, bringing him back against him with said wonderful ass pressed snug against his pelvis. “Mm…see, fucking hot.”
Youngjae would be so embarrassed the next day, but he liked how Daehyun felt behind him. There was a large hand pressed to his lower abdomen, keeping their bodies flush while the other settled around his hip. What they were doing could hardly be considered dancing and was more or less fucking with their clothes on. Because the moment that Youngjae had felt Daehyun’s body up against his, he had begun to grind, rocking his hips in a sensual way. The alcohol was giving him confidence that he wouldn’t usually be capable of.
“And it feels so good.” Daehyun murmured. His large lips were placed right near Youngjae’s ear, speaking in a low and husky whisper, the scent of alcohol strong as Youngjae leaned back against the man and allowed him to guide his movements. There were so many things that were wrong about what they were doing, but Youngjae couldn’t find it in him to care when it all felt so good. “I bet it tastes fucking perfect.” Such a filthy thing to say and it was shocking, so surprising to hear something uttered from his best friend’s mouth, but Youngjae responded by rolling his hips back even more, grinding suggestively all the while imagining just how Daehyun’s lips might feel in such a way. “You gotta let me try that, precious boy. I’d bend you over the bed-your ass would look so hot up in the air-and I’d taste you until you were sobbing and begging for me to stop.” The words were surprisingly coherent and smooth for being spoken during such an intoxicated state. They were arousing in every sense of the word.
Though, it didn’t seem like Youngjae was the only one to be affected by what was being said. As he ground his hips back, being as sinfully sexy as he could manage in his faux leather pants, he felt a firm pressure against his rear. There was something distinctively thick growing against the curve of his backside, the obvious outline of an erection.
Words left Youngjae’s lips before he could think to censor or filter them. He had tipped his head back and rest it on Daehyun’s shoulder, “You’re so…big.” He breathed out, gasping and rolling his hips a bit more fervently when he felt those lips on his neck. They were so shocking to feel, so pleasurable and it was absolutely heaven the way that they ran over his neck.
It was like something had clicked in Daehyun’s mind. The sweet, sweaty taste of his best friend’s neck, the firm and delightful feel of such a nice ass against his cock that had begun to grow, and the way that Youngjae was responding to everything finally made it through his alcohol-addled mind. He tensed and pulled not only his mouth away, but his whole body as well. It left Youngjae to stumble a bit and look to his friend sharply for an explanation, but it was already too late. Daehyun was pushing through the crowd to get out of the club.
**
When Daehyun had pulled away from him, a knot had formed in Youngjae’s stomach and it made him feel like shit. Even though he was pretty damn drunk, he wasn’t drunk enough to feel numb to the pain of being rejected by his friend. Was this what Daehyun had felt those times when he’d rejected him? Was this the sort of thing that the elder man was having to endure when Youngjae chickened out and ran away? If so, then Youngjae felt terrible for ever making Daehyun feel like this.
When they made it back to the dorm-two separate cabs because Youngjae hadn’t caught up to the elder man before he’d be whisked off into the night-both of them were feeling on edge. The maknaes were sleeping and so they knew that they couldn’t be incredibly loud, which was fine as neither wanted to talk to the other. But of course, that meant nothing while Youngjae was drunk, horny and embarrassed.
“What’s your problem, Daehyun?” Youngjae snapped harshly, both of them in their shared bedroom and trying-but failing-to undress for bed.
“You’re my goddamn problem, Yoo!” His voice was louder, bordering on a volume that would wake the maknaes. If the leader were home, he’d be pissed.
The fact that Daehyun found Youngjae to be a problem would be hurtful if he were sober. But for now, he was angry and embarrassed. He had been ditched on the dance floor as they had been finally getting somewhere that Youngjae never felt comfortable with being before.
“Are you sure it’s me and not your dick?” Youngjae thought that was a good comeback. He let out a scoff as he tossed his shirt to the side. The removal of the shirt only made the light red marks that adorned Youngjae’s neck even more obvious. Daehyun hadn’t been kissing his neck for long, but it’d been long enough that Youngjae’s delicate, pale skin had been affected.
“My dick--?!” The accusation in the younger man’s tone set Daehyun off. If he were sober, he never would have reacted to it. He knew better than to fight with Youngjae as no one ever won that. This time, they weren’t even going to argue. Daehyun had rushed forward, grabbing Youngjae’s thin arm and shoved him back against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you know it all, don’t you?! You think you’re so much better than me, huh?! You think that because I kissed you that I want you? I’m with Heehyoung now, Youngjae and you need to fucking suck it up because I’m sick of this shit.”
Youngjae’s eyes were wide as he panted and stared at the man that he trusted with his life, even while drunk and with his back to the wall, he knew that Daehyun wouldn’t hurt him. Neither of them would remember this the following morning, but Youngjae would look down to the bruises at his arm and wonder just what had caused them. Even while drunk, Youngjae was sure that they were far from getting to a place in their relationship that they needed or wanted to be.
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Youngjae didn’t necessarily think it had been a bad idea for him to go out with Daehyun and their hyungs, but he certainly hadn’t thought that it would be the best thing for him to do that night when he could have very well laid in bed lamenting over all that he had done wrong in his life and more recently. Things were going a lot better than he had imagined that they would while he was out with the older three. Himchan had gone off to dance a long time ago with some woman and Yongguk was sitting at the bar talking to another, leaving Daehyun and Youngjae to grow even more intoxicated than either had planned to be. Usually, one was to be the designated driver-even though neither would be driving, it was nice to have a trusted friend guide you into bed and make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit-while the other could drink as much as they wished. They didn’t decide who would play what part that night and so were both steadily becoming drunk as the night wore on.
Everything felt funny to Youngjae and he knew that he was well on his way to becoming drunk. He was past buzzed and had settled into the tipsy area a bit ago. It was almost comforting to lose his inhibitions, forgetting that he had fallen in love with his best friend, lost his best friend, nearly had him as something more before he’d fallen from his grasp once again. None of those things were something that Youngjae had the mental capacity to think about while the alcohol was working through his system.
“You’re beautiful.”
Those words were slurred by a drunken-or nearly drunken-Daehyun. The man was sitting across from Youngjae at the small table that the four of them had taken when they entered the club. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glossy as he takes another swig of whatever strong alcoholic beverage that he was nursing. The words has caught Youngjae off guard, and rightfully so as that wasn’t something that they said to each other any more. They didn’t give each other random compliments, or express anything of that sort to one another as it wasn’t appropriate.
It also just caused Youngjae a lot more unnecessary pain.
“Mister…” He sighed, looking down at his drink and stirring the liquid with his colorful straw. “Don’t start that tonight, please…”
Maybe they should have put down some ground rules before coming out that night, but Youngjae thought that might have defeated the whole purpose. Anyways, there might have been a small portion of him that was hoping a drunk Daehyun might give him something that he had since considered out of his reach because of the woman the elder man now had in his life.
“Start what?!” The genuine confusion would have been cute if Youngjae wasn’t doing his best not to become affected by way Daehyun was looking at him. Daehyun’s eyes were soft, his gaze almost tender while his pupils were dilated in the dark atmosphere of the club, wide as they observed the younger man and Youngjae could only imagine what sort of thoughts were running through Daehyun’s mind at that moment. “I’m only speaking the truth! Come on, don’t be so pouty. We’re here to have fun!”
Youngjae wasn’t sure what sort of fun that Daehyun had been intending to have or thought that they would have when their hyungs had gone off to find a companion for the night and he had his own girlfriend anyways. Youngjae was the only one without anyone. He wasn’t even attracted to people enough to think that he might have a chance of going home with someone even if that was something that he might be remotely interested in.
“Daehyun, you have a girlfriend.” The tipsy singer spoke as he finished the rest of his drink. It wasn’t fair that Daehyun was already drunk and he wasn’t. It’d only take a few more minutes to change that.
“She’s not here, though!” If Youngjae were honest with himself, hearing those words from Daehyun was shocking in a level that he had never believed. That didn’t sound like anything that a sober Daehyun would think to say and while Youngjae knew that, he felt like it would be a great time to take advantage of it even though it would make him a terrible friend. He could always play the alcohol card the next day as he was quite on his way to being drunk himself.
Daehyun didn’t even wait for a response to what he had said, simply rising from the table and tugging on his best friend’s hand, forcing him to stand and when he does, his fingers touch along the slim hip of the younger man. Their bodies were pressed quite close together. Confusion may have been evident on Youngjae’s face, but so was arousal and desire and Daehyun was just drunk enough to play on that even if it made him a bad friend in a sense and a terrible person in general.
“Let’s dance, precious boy.”
It was a few seconds later that they were being drawn out to the dance floor. There was a mass of bodies and Youngjae was already feeling hot and crowded as he was being dragged. Daehyun was walking backwards, his eyes not leaving the face of his precious boy while their bodies barely had any space between them. No one seemed to mind all the bumping that everyone was doing into one another, no one noticing that two upcoming idols were making their way into the crowd and no one caring that two men were about to start dancing together even when it would usually be a big deal.
“God, those pants make your ass ten times hotter.” Daehyun said even though he wasn’t able to see said ass as he pulled Youngjae to him, hands on his hips as he began to move to the music. It wasn’t fluid as dancers like them should be capable of, but it was still attractive for the most part. Or that might be because Youngjae was quite intoxicated himself. “And your ass is so much hotter than Heehyoung’s.” The words sent Youngjae’s heart racing-he’d be thinking more on what’s being said the next day when he was sober if he could remember it. For now, everything that Daehyun was saying was enough to make him feel as though he were in heaven.
“Mister…stop it.” Youngjae blushed. The sight of the blush made Daehyun smirk, his plump lips quirking in a teasing way that was oh so very arousing. “Just dance with me.” If Youngjae had been brought out to dance, then he was going to demand that he be danced with like he felt he deserved to be after being put through so much shit even if it was more his fault than anything else.
“As you wish, precious boy,” Daehyun laughed as he turned the younger one around, bringing him back against him with said wonderful ass pressed snug against his pelvis. “Mm…see, fucking hot.”
Youngjae would be so embarrassed the next day, but he liked how Daehyun felt behind him. There was a large hand pressed to his lower abdomen, keeping their bodies flush while the other settled around his hip. What they were doing could hardly be considered dancing and was more or less fucking with their clothes on. Because the moment that Youngjae had felt Daehyun’s body up against his, he had begun to grind, rocking his hips in a sensual way. The alcohol was giving him confidence that he wouldn’t usually be capable of.
“And it feels so good.” Daehyun murmured. His large lips were placed right near Youngjae’s ear, speaking in a low and husky whisper, the scent of alcohol strong as Youngjae leaned back against the man and allowed him to guide his movements. There were so many things that were wrong about what they were doing, but Youngjae couldn’t find it in him to care when it all felt so good. “I bet it tastes fucking perfect.” Such a filthy thing to say and it was shocking, so surprising to hear something uttered from his best friend’s mouth, but Youngjae responded by rolling his hips back even more, grinding suggestively all the while imagining just how Daehyun’s lips might feel in such a way. “You gotta let me try that, precious boy. I’d bend you over the bed-your ass would look so hot up in the air-and I’d taste you until you were sobbing and begging for me to stop.” The words were surprisingly coherent and smooth for being spoken during such an intoxicated state. They were arousing in every sense of the word.
Though, it didn’t seem like Youngjae was the only one to be affected by what was being said. As he ground his hips back, being as sinfully sexy as he could manage in his faux leather pants, he felt a firm pressure against his rear. There was something distinctively thick growing against the curve of his backside, the obvious outline of an erection.
Words left Youngjae’s lips before he could think to censor or filter them. He had tipped his head back and rest it on Daehyun’s shoulder, “You’re so…big.” He breathed out, gasping and rolling his hips a bit more fervently when he felt those lips on his neck. They were so shocking to feel, so pleasurable and it was absolutely heaven the way that they ran over his neck.
It was like something had clicked in Daehyun’s mind. The sweet, sweaty taste of his best friend’s neck, the firm and delightful feel of such a nice ass against his cock that had begun to grow, and the way that Youngjae was responding to everything finally made it through his alcohol-addled mind. He tensed and pulled not only his mouth away, but his whole body as well. It left Youngjae to stumble a bit and look to his friend sharply for an explanation, but it was already too late. Daehyun was pushing through the crowd to get out of the club.
**
When Daehyun had pulled away from him, a knot had formed in Youngjae’s stomach and it made him feel like shit. Even though he was pretty damn drunk, he wasn’t drunk enough to feel numb to the pain of being rejected by his friend. Was this what Daehyun had felt those times when he’d rejected him? Was this the sort of thing that the elder man was having to endure when Youngjae chickened out and ran away? If so, then Youngjae felt terrible for ever making Daehyun feel like this.
When they made it back to the dorm-two separate cabs because Youngjae hadn’t caught up to the elder man before he’d be whisked off into the night-both of them were feeling on edge. The maknaes were sleeping and so they knew that they couldn’t be incredibly loud, which was fine as neither wanted to talk to the other. But of course, that meant nothing while Youngjae was drunk, horny and embarrassed.
“What’s your problem, Daehyun?” Youngjae snapped harshly, both of them in their shared bedroom and trying-but failing-to undress for bed.
“You’re my goddamn problem, Yoo!” His voice was louder, bordering on a volume that would wake the maknaes. If the leader were home, he’d be pissed.
The fact that Daehyun found Youngjae to be a problem would be hurtful if he were sober. But for now, he was angry and embarrassed. He had been ditched on the dance floor as they had been finally getting somewhere that Youngjae never felt comfortable with being before.
“Are you sure it’s me and not your dick?” Youngjae thought that was a good comeback. He let out a scoff as he tossed his shirt to the side. The removal of the shirt only made the light red marks that adorned Youngjae’s neck even more obvious. Daehyun hadn’t been kissing his neck for long, but it’d been long enough that Youngjae’s delicate, pale skin had been affected.
“My dick--?!” The accusation in the younger man’s tone set Daehyun off. If he were sober, he never would have reacted to it. He knew better than to fight with Youngjae as no one ever won that. This time, they weren’t even going to argue. Daehyun had rushed forward, grabbing Youngjae’s thin arm and shoved him back against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you know it all, don’t you?! You think you’re so much better than me, huh?! You think that because I kissed you that I want you? I’m with Heehyoung now, Youngjae and you need to fucking suck it up because I’m sick of this shit.”
Youngjae’s eyes were wide as he panted and stared at the man that he trusted with his life, even while drunk and with his back to the wall, he knew that Daehyun wouldn’t hurt him. Neither of them would remember this the following morning, but Youngjae would look down to the bruises at his arm and wonder just what had caused them. Even while drunk, Youngjae was sure that they were far from getting to a place in their relationship that they needed or wanted to be.
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