Toxic: Stage Five. [ChaBean]

[starkun]

Fandom: VIXX (non!au)
Pairing: ChaBean
Word Count: 10,326
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Finally the tension breaks and Hakyeon lets go. A depiction of the events leading up to this.

Stage One. || Stage Two. || Stage Three. || Stage Four.

Stage 5: Consumption



The next week was a blur.

If Hongbin was still sneaking out Hakyeon paid no notice but he still held his nightly checks on the others; as long as Hongbin kept showing up to practices and not having any trouble the leader was in no place to say anything. Well, technically he was, but he didn’t.

Five a.m. and Hakyeon was half-asleep in the cushy salon chair, head snapping back straight at the nagging from the noona massaging the colored mixture into his hair. It had a sour smell to it, one that always stung his nose, and the dye burned his scalp as well. But such was the price of fame.

Natural, dark brown, silver, black, red. His hair hadn’t been dyed nearly as many colors of the rainbow as the other members, the choices for him all remained within a relatively normal spectrum considering Wonshik had been a carrot orange and Sanghyuk a deep violet just a couple comebacks prior. This time his hair was to be black again, but a shade as dark as a moonless night.

The other members were in various stages of their makeovers as well: Jaehwan getting his freshly dyed and rinsed hair trimmed, Sanghyuk with a shower cap on his head playing games on his iPod, Taekwoon being escorted to his seat to begin, and Wonshik passed out on the sofa still waiting his turn.

Hongbin was the first one to get his makeover. Being the visual of the group, there were company priorities. So as the stylist swiveled his chair, letting him see the final product in the mirror, his eyebrows went up one after the other. From the honey brown to this was quite a remarkable contrast, having forgotten what he looked like with jet black hair. The cut right now was a little asymmetric, not quite drastic, as it swept all across his forehead. If anything, it brought out the circles under his eyes.

Hongbin had been to the club three more times this week. But it was like something clicked in him the night he brought Hakyeon again. He was catching onto the choreography and he must've been excelling in the studio for he earned quite a few stable lines and recorded them well. He wondered why of course, there was a sudden switch. It could've been due to how in practice, when he hit each move he made sure to be staring in the wall to wall mirror not at himself, but directly at Hakyeon.

There was a mixture of wanting to prove to the leader he could have both worlds, but also... A more twisted need to lead him on with invitation, to show Hakyeon that although he spent some nights losing himself on the dancefloor of a gritty neighborhood club, he still could do this--Hakyeon could do this.

So as he let his eyes gleam in awe at himself, leaning forward in the leather salon chair to run his fingers through the silken texture, he let his gaze cross over a few seats over to the oldest member. He smirked.

Catching the smile in the reflection of his mirror, Hakyeon’s own smile twisted into an imitation of the one sent to him. With a shower cap secure on his head and the okay from the stylist to leave his chair for now, he slid down and hopped over to the one staring at him.

“Binnie! You’re not supposed to be looking at me! I want it to be a surprise!” Standing behind Hongbin’s chair, Hakyeon covered Hongbin’s eyes with his hands, the job made easy with Hongbin’s new bangs covering one side.

Hakyeon’s tongue click in mock scolding, “Tsk tsk tsk. I’m going to be the visual this comeback, just you wait until I’m finished.” This was a blatant lie of course. Hakyeon’s hair could be changed all it wanted but he’d never be able to have the sharp, chiseled facial features of the actual face of the group.

An impressed whistled followed his little jab, dropping his hands to instead wrap his arms loosely around Hongbin’s neck and gaze at him through the glass in front of them, “You look good though Bin-ah, I might have some competition.” His smile was sincere, delivering a playful bat of his eyes.

Whatever members overheard Hakyeon’s selfless bragging, which was all of them because their leader’s voice could always be heard, just rolled their eyes; they paid no attention as this was how Hakyeon always was. That was what Hakyeon wanted. They couldn’t know what him and Hongbin had done. Things had to carry on like usual.

Hongbin could play this game. "Hyung," he looked unamused, not pleased with Hakyeon's decision to latch onto him. He shot Hakyeon a face in the mirror, complete with widening eyes, one barely visible behind the slanted fringe, his upper lip raising to show his top row of straight teeth. He then laughed when Hakyeon wasn't going to even let him win a face battle, the other shooting him a look back. "I'm leaving so the noonas can start on Wonshik. He looks too comfortable over there."

And Hongbin was quickly slipping out of Hakyeon's hold, hurrying over to his friend who had fallen asleep, sitting right on him to wake him up. Hongbin only spared one more glance Hakyeon's way, feeling the remnant sensation of warm arms around him and a reedy voice he normally found annoying right by his ear.

Another hour had passed and Hongbin had fallen asleep in the sofa.

While Hongbin had been dozing on Jaehwan’s lap so cutely, cute enough that Hakyeon had to snap a picture with one of their manager’s phone to post later (after emailing it himself), he had busied himself with socializing (pestering) the other members. His main target was Taekwoon, the giant, somber man simply getting a haircut to slightly alter his look.

Hakyeon sat and talked with Taekwoon about his concerns about their upcoming release: finding Wonshik asleep at his laptop while composing, if Jaehwan was taking care of his voice, whether Hyuk was getting enough sleep as he still attended high school. There was no mention of concern for Hongbin, instead inquiring of Taekwoon whether he had noticed the improvements Hongbin had been making lately. Taekwoon just nodded his head in wordless agreement, his typical response.

Hongbin realized as he was waking up that he was resting his head on someone, seeing it was Jaehwan who was scrolling through a phone at fans' tweets. There was one particular fanart that Jaehwan pulled up right then, of Hakyeon, his red hair vibrant as his bared shoulder was peeping out from black feathers; his look from Hyde, "Fans are amazing, but there's not enough art of me," Jaehwan frowned.

How convenient though, as if time knew to mess with Hongbin. He glanced up beyond the phone to see a figure approaching them.

By the time Hongbin finally woke up from his nap Hakyeon’s scalp had rid of the painful dye, hair conditioned with a healing shampoo and blow-dried into his infamous forehead hiding style.

“Well, how do I look? The new visual of VIXX, right?” There was a proud grin on Hakyeon’s face as he stood in front of the couch, very much in love with his hair, which seemed thicker and fluffier than before. The onyx hue created the illusion that his bronzed skin was glowing.

“Jaehwan-ah, Taekwoonie wanted to discuss some lines with you.” Hakyeon nudged Hongbin over and tugged the vocalist up, but not letting him go though until he had gotten a “handsome as ever, hyung” from him before sending him on his way. He took Jaehwan’s spot and patted his legs, indicating to Hongbin that he was his pillow now.

Not really keen on using Hakyeon as his pillow, for he preferred silent ones, Hongbin stared at him for a good few seconds. Hakyeon indeed looked striking, the black actually accentuating his golden skin instead of making him look more deathly pale like with himself. As much as he liked to tease Hakyeon for his dark skin, Hongbin loved it. It was just hard to find traits to taunt his hyung about, Hakyeon admittedly quite attractive, so he chose the easiest route. Of course with Hakyeon's tone of skin, his lips weren't the light sheen of pink like his own, but a darker tint.

When Hongbin snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Hakyeon wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he sighed and decided to gently rest his head on the Hakyeon's shoulder. "Go ahead, hyung, you can be the new visual. You've earned it. But only if I can be leader," he wryly grinned, arms folding over his chest despite his relaxed position.

Hakyeon was patient enough to just wait the other out, knowing he’d get his way sooner or later; the lingering gaze did rose the tips of his ears slightly though, thankfully hidden beneath his hair. Once he felt the weight of Hongbin’s head on his shoulder he smiled. It wasn’t his lap but he would take it.

Hongbin, the leader? This drew a chuckle from the actual leader, shifting his vision to glance down at the younger, “You honestly think you could handle trying to keep a group of rowdy children under control? Trying to keep me under control?” The question was a taunt, a tease, actually quite curious to see how Hongbin would do in his position.

Being leader was a lot of work, a lot of responsibility and though it took a toll on his mental well-being at times, Hakyeon wouldn’t give it up for anything.

"Ha! They'd listen to me," Hongbin was still smiling, "I'd put you in timeout." His chuckle rippled through him, shoulders faintly shaking with the gesture.

Hearing the twinkle of Hongbin’s’s laughter made the organ beating in Hakyeon’s chest flutter. It was a rare treat to hear that pure sound, knowing the constant stress and pressure that permeated from him.

Hongbin really didn't want that position knowing how hard Hakyeon worked in it. The leader had this endless vortex of love for the members and such a deep investment, that Hongbin knew his own limits would fall short. As the visual of the group, he was already falling short.

When he lifted his head from the Hakyeon's shoulder, his smile softened. Then his gaze flitted over, seeing Taekwoon staring at them. "Anyway, I gotta go to the bathroom." He patted Hakyeon's shoulder and stood up, peeling himself away from the other. As he was heading off, he saw the way Taekwoon's eyes followed him before they reverted back to Hakyeon.

Hakyeon considered following him for a nano-second, until he felt a calculating pair of eyes on him. Taekwoon was staring.

Hakyeon stuck his tongue between his lips, puffed his cheeks out and crossed his eyes, earning him the whites of Taekwoon’s eyes and an unamused snort. He just chuckled to himself before sinking down on the couch to rest his head against the back, shutting his eyes.

Eight a.m. and they had moved onto their photo shoot location, traveling to a large, empty warehouse on the outskirts of Seoul.

Each of them had their own individual set, themed like a Victorian mansion whose rooms had been vacant of inhabitants for centuries. Burlap covered random pieces of furniture, cotton was strung like fake cobwebs from corner to corner. Each members' room varied from the next but there was one thing they all had in common: a hand-stitched voodoo doll residing in the room with them.

Individual photoshoots were first, the members themselves transforming into doll-like figures of their own. Mock yarn-knit sweaters, and smokey make-up were the key points. As leader Hakyeon was gifted with the task of having his pictures taken first, eager to show-off his new look.

Dressed in a solid black long-sleeve shirt that hung a bit loose on his form, he was directed to lie on the carpeted floor of his set. One arm stretched in front of him, which he rested his head on, the other tucked almost against his chest, and once the voodoo doll was positioned in the same manner next to him, the camera began clicking away.

Eyes were the focal point though the actual photo wouldn’t be a close-up, shadowed with the darkest of colors, drawing to points at the outer corners. Hakyeon fell into the character of a lifeless doll, the far-off look emanating death but not complete death. If one’s gaze were to linger long enough without blinking there would be a faint flicker of life.

Hongbin had been watching the whole time. Wonshik had been there beside him too, holding back snorts at how serious their leader was. Sanghyuk circled in here and there to hear the remarks about how Hakyeon was probably going to rave about how sexy his photos came out.

All Hongbin could contribute was a quiet laugh when appropriate, finding himself more drawn to Hakyeon draped so elegantly in the straw. Even laying down it was clear he knew the in's and out's of his body, evidence of his years in dance. From the way his fingers curled so subtly to the way his body turned, showing off his lean form.

Hakyeon really wasn’t as conceited as he came off to people who didn’t know him well, but it was no secret he loved being the center of attention if he so happened to have it. And all eyes were on him right now. He could feel it, each pair following the contours of his slender figure. If he didn’t know better he could swear there was one set continuously shifting back to his ass.

Naturally Hongbin's hands went to his lips, memories sprouting up. Standing there by the camera flanked by a few lights and equipment, there was this image that kept recurring in his mind: Hakyeon pressed into a mattress face down, fingers grabbing onto the edges of the pillow or pulling at the sheets, hips trembling as they rolled back into him, his full lips parted as they murmured his name into the bed---

"Hongbin--!" There was a hand in front of his face as he blinked. "Earth to Hongbin!" He saw Wonshik gazing at him, amusement displayed on his features. "Thought I lost ya there for a second. Tired?"

Hongbin just nodded, feeling like that was a good enough excuse. "Yeah, haven't slept much. But none of us have." He shrugged it off.

"Well the director said it's your turn next. Better wake up. Unless you wanna go for the completely dead look." Wonshik had a jesting grin, Hongbin trying to match it with his own despite how he was embarrassingly aware of what his body was fighting off.

There was soft applause when the photographer called the wrap on Hakeon’s solo “stage", bowing to the staff as he stood and made his way over to the computer to examine the pieces the cameras had captured.

He passed Hongbin on the way, pausing to give him a playful pat on the bottom and a "Binnie fighting!" He hadn’t expected any reaction, knowing Hongbin was already getting focused, but he did notice how his gaze was being avoided. It was shrugged off and tucked aside as he went over to the computer to examine his own pictures

When Hongbin went to his section of the set, he was directed to sit down. With his smokey eyes and cheekbones contoured, paired with his dark sweeping hair, he gave off an ethereal, hollow feel. Though he was trying to concentrate on the shoot, and how he appeared, his mind kept drifting back to his earlier thoughts.

Hongbin was born to model. Anyone who wasn't blind could tell by his sharp jawline, proud cheekbones, perfectly symmetrical facial features and, if he smiled, those bleach white teeth and to die for dimples. Every bit of Lee Hongbin was perfect.

Any woman or man would sacrifice a lot just to have a faint chance with him. Yet here Hakyeon was, already with a foot in the door into the deeper life of Lee Hongbin and he kept trying to tug it shut with weak excuses. It's not appropriate. You’re the leader. This could damage the team. He's your teammate. He's too young to know what he's doing. It's just a phase. This was how Hakyeon was trying to justify not letting himself give into Hongbin's persistence.

"I think these will be the ones we use."

A nudge from the elbow of Taekwoon, who had wandered over in curiosity, snapped Hakyeon back from his inner turmoil, only half glancing at the screen, "Yeah, those are great, thanks." His eyes were immediately drawn to the man perched a short distance to his left, Hongbin in the middle of his shoot.

God, he was so attractive.

Hakyeon constantly found himself in awe of both the masculinity and beauty that surrounded his three year junior, mesmerized just watching Hongbin work, one hundred percent concentrated on fulfilling the role of a voodoo doll.

Taekwoon remained fixated on Hakyeon, knowing he had been lost in his own head about something; it was unlike him to let an opportunity to praise himself be missed. What that something could be was a mystery to him.

Hakyeon was more complicated than he appeared and it became evident what Hakyeon’s mind was distracted with when Taekwoon saw that flicker of desire when Hakyeon's sight rested on Hongbin.

Next was their group shoot, all of them having changed into matching black suits, thick stitches along the seams running along with the doll theme.

Hongbin was sitting, Hakyeon just behind him to his right. With all of the members around, there was less pressure to concentrate. He just had to keep the overall serious, sexy vibe. Between the shots, he'd slightly adjust the angle of his face, giving them some type of varying poses to choose from.

When the art director wanted to change the lens, Hongbin took a moment to stretch, his legs straightening out.

"I'm hungry," Jaehwan rubbed his stomach from the corner, grumbling about how he should've snuck snacks onto set.

"Maybe after, Hakyeon-hyung can buy us food," came Wonshik's voice, all of the members naturally turning their gazes onto Hakyeon. It gave Hongbin an excuse to look as well, raking his eyes up and down his figure slowly. Hakyeon's cheeks were so defined by the makeup, sharpening his features. The pants were tight on his legs, showing off his dancer thighs and thick calves. Finally he let his eyes settle on the Hakyeon’s.

Hakyeon had been fully concentrated until he heard Jaehwan’s stomach growl during his complaint, laughing with the rest of them. Even Taekwoon's thin lips twitched, "Ya, what do you greedy monsters think I am, made of money?" An arm extended and he broke his pose to chop them all lightly on their necks, a moment of hesitation when he got to Hongbin and met his unintentionally eerie gaze, "Binnie is the only one who's given me anything lately."

Of course Hakyeon was referring to when he had coerced Hongbin to treat him to dinner, the rest of the members knew that. Hakyeon had left the statement ambiguous though, leaving Hongbin to figure out the hidden meaning. A little flicker in his eyes said he hadn't forgotten. Hongbin wasn't spared his own neck chop though, the leader delivering it before breaking eye contact as the director called for a change in their positions and the shoot continued.

Indeed, all of the members did think Hakyeon was made of money and being the ever generous Mother Hen he was, for all of them were bundled up in a cozy restaurant. It was a barbecue joint, all of them sectioned off around the grill. Their manager took the rest of the night away from them, needing to catch up on his own sleep.

“Hakyeon-hyung! Hakyeon-hyung!” They were chanting at the table (save for Taekwoon who sat there silently, more concerned with stuffing his cheeks with galbi wraps), suddenly cheering loudly as they watched the oldest member down two shots of soju right after another.

Hongbin melted against Wonshik, laughing hard at how the members’ sole goal was to make Hakyeon lose at the Catching Mice game so he’d be drunk out of his mind. It was working so far, with a few sacrifices along the way. He himself had about three shots, enough to give him this content warm buzz. So if he was at that number, and Hakyeon was known for being weak against alcohol--oh he could only imagine.

A scarlet hue filled Hakyeon’s cheeks and bridged across his nose, a clear indicator he was drunk even though his slurred protest begged to differ, “You...you guys are che...cheating!” Truth be told there had been some scheming amongst the other five, well four since Taekwoon was off in his own meat-filled world. Regardless of the foul play Hakyeon was just terrible at drinking games. Baskin Robbins 31, 3-6-9, Catching Mice, he lost them all.

As irony would have it Hyuk, who was barely of age to drink, was the best at them. The only time he was made to drink was when Hakyeon threw a fit about how he was finished with drinking alone and made them all take a shot with him including Taekwoon.

Hakyeon’s head was resting against Sanghyuk, vision slightly hazy as he watched the steam rising from the meat on the grill, “Sanghyukieeeeeee.” He whined, ‘ahh’ing as the other prepared one of the lettuce wraps and fed him, “Thank yoooooooou!” Hakyeon sat up to press his nose into the Hyuk’s cheek, nuzzling him before he was pushed off and over to Hongbin, “Meanie.”

A light bulb clicked on inside Hakyeon’s head as he started cozying up to the warmth of the Hongbin, suddenly straightening up and pumping a fist into the air, “I. NEED. TO. PISS.” Hakyeon announced to the entire restaurant as if it was some grand spectacle that his bladder was full, stumbling as he tried to wiggle out from his seat.

Drunk Hakyeon was suddenly using Hongbin as a stepping tool, as if just being his leaning toy wasn’t good enough, Hakyeon was using his shoulder as leverage to stand and all of his weight was being pushed down on one side. “Ahh--! Hyung!” he complained, looking up at the flushed face of their inebriated leader.

Hongbin’s glare softened the moment he realized how funny this was, Wonshik’s laugh beside him only catalyzing it more as he chimed in with laughter. Hakyeon nearly tripped as he finally got his legs free from the seat, sending another round of amusement, Taekwoon finally darting his eyes from the meat and cracking a tiny smile.

Hongbin was about to open his mouth to tell Sanghyuk to go help the eldest to the bathroom-- yes, pawn the awful task on the maknae--but it was Hakyeon who was ordering him to.

“What?” Hongbin blinked up, his own features not as ghostly pale as usual, some color tainting them. He brought his eyes to the rest of the table for any black knights, willing bodies to volunteer themselves as tribute instead. When Hakyeon grabbed onto Hongbin’s shirt in the midst of stumbling, he sighed as he shook his head, mumbling to the rest of the guys, “You all owe me.”

Standing with much more ease, he slipped an arm around Hakyeon’s waist, forcing the other to put his arm around his shoulder. “There, there, grandma,” he used his mellow voice to comfort him as he walked off with the other, a voice of hazard falling out, “Oh no you don’t…!”, when Hakyeon tried to join another table.

Steering him to the bathroom was hard, Hongbin quite worn out by the time they walked down the narrow hall and pushed the door open. It was a whole notch cooler in the bathroom, at least giving him some relief in that aspect from how warm he became with a struggling heated body against his own. “C’mon, hyung, hurry,” Hongbin ushered, sighing out as he leaned back against the bathroom wall near the paper towel outlet, closing his eyes to just breathe.

Hakyeon had pretty much forgotten he had demanded to be taken to the restroom until he saw the urinals along the wall, which meant thankfully for Hongbin he had forgotten he had been called ‘grandma’.

A more perfect set-up Hakyeon couldn’t have asked for once Hongbin rested against the wall and shut his eyes, completely oblivious to what Hakyeon had stewing in his brain.

Hakyeon took a few seconds to admire him. Even though Hongbin looked incredible all done up for their stages and photoshoots, he liked Hongbin’s bare face best. His features were still sharp but his face looked softer and more content when not hidden behind the layers of cosmetics, despite the beginnings of dark circles under his wonderfully almond-shaped eyes. His hair had natural bounce to it even absent of styling products, and his pale skin was still blemish free when all the BB Cream had been washed clean.

Hakyeon kissed Hongbin, hands resting on either side of Hongbin’s face on the wall to hold his drunken self up as he pressed his lips firmly against the unsuspecting male’s. It wasn’t overzealous or careless, save for the fact that someone could be watching or walk in on them. Unlike in the club, Hakyeon didn’t care in his liquored state. He simply wanted to kiss Hongbin, so he did.

When it happened, Hongbin’s eyes fluttered open in surprise but then quickly closed. The other's lips on his were warm, enveloping him in this mask of heat. Even if it was a gentler kiss, their mouths entwined in this rich manner that made it harder for him to process than any of their previous kisses.

It lingered for a few seconds before Hakyeon pulled back slightly, enough to flash a cheshire grin like he had just executed the most devious of tricks, “I didn’t...really need to pee, Binnie. Fooled you!”

By the time Hongbin was used to it, a few seconds later already drawn in completely, the kiss ended and he was left breathless, cheeks brushed over with a light pink. Then Hakyeon was speaking and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, "Hyung. Did you really trick me in here to kiss me?" There was a smile breaking across his lips despite how he fought it.

Hakyeon giggled in drunken delight, glad his plan had gone over so wonderfully, “Of course I did! You were so...handsome during the….photoshoot…” His words were slurred, glancing down shyly after he complimented him, moving one hand to lightly trace a finger along Hongbin’s broad chest, “I really….wanted to...kiss you…” Hakyeon mumbled, peeking back up again with his face even redder than before.

“Are you mad...at me?” Hakyeon inquired with a split second of a pout before his lips twisted up cheekily once more, “Going to put me in….timeout...Lee Hongbin?”

That certainly hadn’t been planned, purely spur of the moment as Hakyeon recalled their jestering from the salon earlier. Though his speech was impaired Hongbin’s name fell in practically a purr from his lips, and his full name at that.

The shock in Hongbin’s eyes couldn't be missed, from his comments about the shoot to saying how he wanted to kiss him. If only Hakyeon knew what he wanted to do to him in return during the day.

However it was the last set of words, dripping out like a poisonous honey that had Hongbin's skin suddenly on fire, "Hyung..." Hongbin lowered his voice, because he had his own words of warning. The alcohol swept through him and lowered his defenses enough for him to seethe out the next syllables, "You don't want timeout with me."

And suddenly he was grabbing Hakyeon's shoulders, spinning them as he had Hakyeon against the wall now. Fencing Hakyeon's frame in, Hongbin was pressing himself so firmly against him that he let his thigh intentionally nudge between the other's legs, the inner part of his hips right on the zipper of Hakyeon's jeans.

Hongbin’s gaze bore into Hakyeon, mostly doing this to make Hakyeon shut up. "While you were thinking of kissing me, I was thinking of your face against a mattress, ass in the air." These were said so quietly though, that Hongbin hadn't actually heard himself say them, only felt his lips and tongue move.

The alcohol in Hakyeon’s system intensified everything: the chill of the wall seeping through his shirt, the heat from Hongbin’s proximity sweltering and suffocating, the intensity of his gaze deepening the complexion of his face even more, the pressure on his groin inciting the shameless arching of his hips. It shut him up, and quickly.

Hakyeon struggled to process everything that was happening at once, dizzy from the sensual fever broiling between them. But as he imagined himself positioned in the manner Hongbin had described he let out a snort, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth before breaking out into a fit of laughter, “That’s such a silly image, Binnie!”

Hakyeon couldn’t figure out what correlation that had to do with him wanting to kiss Hongbin.

Hakyeon had never had sex with a woman, let alone done anything with another man; he had never even considered it before Hongbin. He had an inkling about how sex worked between two members of the same gender but it wasn’t something that ever crossed his mind sober, and the reference was completely lost on him when drunk.

Well, this was better than Hakyeon thinking he could have his way with Hongbin whenever and however he pleased. When the response sunk in, not exactly linking it to Hakyeon’s lack of experience (because even so, hadn't he at least watched adult videos?), Hongbin still found it ridiculous and a laugh actually huffed out, "You're the silly one."

But because he actually found Hakyeon cute in this scenario, (who would've thought, a cute leader), Hongbin leaned in for another kiss. Keeping it still, without all of the semantics of those ragged, feverish kisses, he just wanted to indulge in the sensation of the Hakyeon's warm, soft lips.

“I know.” Hakyeon agreed cheerfully before he was quieted by Hongbin’s lips on his own again.

This was different from the other times, nice, simple, only as complicated as either of them wanted it to become. It was clear neither of them was going to overthink this, content to just enjoy this fleeting moment.

His hands settled on the back of the Hongbin’s neck, wanting to keep him close, needing to feel him against him. A satisfied hum vibrated his lips, Hakyeon planning to kiss Hongbin until both of them had expelled all the oxygen from their lungs but he was disrupted by a growl, a hungry growl from his stomach.

Hakyeon broke the kiss and ducked his head to chuckle quietly into Hongbin’s chest, “I’m hungry.” With all the soju he had been shooting he couldn’t recall how much he had actually eaten. Still a bit tipsy, he used Hongbin for support again as they finally returned to the table.

“Did you take a shit? Did you have to help him wipe too, Bin-ah?” Of course they couldn’t take so long and just return scott-free, immediately being ridiculed by Jaewhan with similar jabs following from the other members.

“Shut up, I’m paying. You brats have to be nice to me.” Hakyeon slumped back down into his seat with a huff, grabbing his chopsticks and digging into the side dishes. Drunk or not he could still control the metal pieces to fill his belly with kimchi and meat.

“Sanghyuk wants ice cream, so make sure hyung gets home safely, okay Bin?” It was more of a statement than a question from Wonhik as he clapped Hongbin on the shoulder; they had decided while the other two were in the restroom to go for dessert and since Hongbin hadn’t been there to defend himself he was stuck with the task of caring for their intoxicated leader.

“Oh Taekwoon-hyung! There you are!” They ran into the silent figure coming back in the front door, not even having noticed he slipped away after they had delivered Hongbin’s sentence, “Fresh air.” was his muttered response though his eyes lingered on their gluttonous leader and unamused caretaker before following the rest of them out of the restaurant.

Hongbin still didn’t know how this happened. How could they make a decision without him even there? He kept glancing over to Hakyeon who now found a new target, grabbing onto Taekwoon who just showed up, the other male’s gaze disturbingly hard. It must’ve been Hakyeon’s attempt to start a conversation about his choice in romance movies that rubbed him the extra wrong way.

When the other four were heading off, leaving Hongbin alone--deserted--on the sidewalk with Hakyeon trying to jump onto his back for a ride, he felt a large piece of his soul flying up into the atmosphere, never to return. He was sure he saw Wonshik look back over his shoulder, and although Hongbin gave a forlorn look, the other shrugged with a grin. Bastard.

“Well, I’m not taking you home in this state,” Hongbin decided aloud. He didn’t have the patience to deal with a too drunk Hakyeon, trapped inside of the dorm alone with no escape. He wasn’t drunk enough for that, himself. Speaking of… he whipped around to stare at Hakyeon, watching as he stumbled back with a surprised giggle. “C’mon, follow me. I know exactly where we’re going.”

They were close enough to walk, it being just several blocks over. He also hoped the time spent outside would sober up Hakyeon long enough so Hongbin didn’t have to feel like a babysitter.

The walk over was definitely a journey, Hongbin having to stop and let Hakyeon rest against the brick wall, listening to him ramble on aimlessly. There were a few, “Binnie, you’re so handsome,” and a couple of, “Where are you taking me?”, but he ignored them all and tread on.

Hakyeon didn’t really care where they were going, content to snuggle up to Hongbin in the chilly night air as he babbled on about whatever nonsense he could think of, with a few compliments and inquisitive whines scattered in, “Are we almost there? Binnie it’s so cooooold.” The chill of the night was sobering him up some, but having had as much to drink as he did he still had quite the buzz dizzying his senses.

At one point a girl and a guy caught sight of them and Hongbin had to wheel Hakyeon away from walking right in between them. Finally at the club, the lights becoming so familiar, he turned back to Hakyeon. “Take out your ID, hyung. And money.”

At first Hakyeonwas in disbelief when the kaleidoscope of recognizable lights came into view, expression remaining even as he followed the Hongbin’s instructions and was guided down into the thumping bass that shouldn’t have felt so accustomed to.

“What are we doing here?” It was a stupid question, he knew that, given Hongbin’s evening habits and the fact Hongbin had tried continued trying to coax him into coming here again since the first time they came together.

“You know it’s not nice to take advantage of a drunk friend, Binnie.” Already though Hakyeon had begun swaying his body with the beat of the music. Well “swaying” could be used loosely as Hakyeon really couldn’t tell if he was actually moving on his own accord or his equilibrium was experiencing the remaining effects of the alcohol.

“Oh! You’re cute!” Hakyeon chirped excitedly as a stick-thin teenaged boy with a shaggy head of blonde hair brushed past them, latching onto his arm and guiding the poor, confused, but not entirely unwilling--once he caught a look at Hakyeon--boy towards the dance floor.

Hongbin didn’t even think it was worth it to say a jibe, ‘But you’re not my friend’, to his leader, for Hakyeon wouldn’t have the reaction he’d want. Not like Hongbin meant those words, anyway. Hakyeon was too flakey right now, like the usual little hummingbird he was, flapping from one nectared flower to the next.
In fact, so quick on his feet, that Hongbin didn’t have time to say anything, his hand reaching out to grab Hakyeon by his jacket to pull him back but he was already gone. Sighing out, slightly irked, he let it go as he went to seek out the main reason he came here.

At the table, the tattooed man had a bottle open. His eyes lit when he caught sight of Hongbin, letting them drag down the idol’s figure. Collapsing onto the seat beside him in the sectioned off area, he grabbed one of the shots sitting there and downed it, earning a chuckle from the man whose name he still didn’t know--nor cared to learn. “Hard day?” he tried to converse, but Hongbin shrugged, smart enough to keep this relationship strictly business.

“What do you have tonight?” he thought to ask, before he gave his payment. When the man nodded over to the table over, Hongbin’s gaze followed and he saw the woman in a short dress, giving a lap dance to one of the other dealers. It didn’t really answer Hongbin’s question, but he figured if she wasn’t strung out beside the man and was actively moving; it must’ve been the pill.

Glancing around, he knew Hakyeon was here with him, so he leaned in, “I’ll give you payment later. You know I always follow through.” He didn’t want his leader to catch him in any compromising acts, and with a drunk, flitty Hakyeon, he knew the other would be wandering around the club and would probably find him.

It happened quicker than he thought, shocked when he heard Hakyeon’s voice chirping over the loud music. That had to be five minutes tops.

Hongbin’s gaze flew to Hakyeon, standing there on the other side of the rope but attempting to climb over it, instead of thinking to unhook the rope and walk past. Hongbin jumped up from the booth to help him out, “Hyung! Why aren’t you dancing?” he hissed out, giving Hakyeon support as he crossed over the rope.

Hakyeon’s arms immediately hooked around the Hongbin’s neck, leaning almost his full weight on the stronger male, “He just kept grabbing my ass.” His nose scrunched up as he spat out the words, far from happy as he had just wanted someone to dance with.

He was about to insist that Hongbin take him out but his eyes flickered from him to the man at the table with the colorful ink painting his skin, “Oh! Is that your friend? What were you talking about? Me I bet. Right? I want to meet him! Introduce me!”

Hakyeon made a rather feeble attempt to drag Hongbin back towards the booth, but HOngbin was able to hold his ground; Hakyeon wasn’t the strongest to begin with and under the influence only weaker.

“That girl is having fun! Let’s go play with her!” His attention had shifted to the lady giving the man a lap dance, “I could learn a few things from her…” Hakyeon mused, tilting his head as he studied the way her body moved.

"Hyung!" Hongbin had to redirect Hakyeon from even taking a step over to that girl. "Listen. Go back onto the dance floor and wait for me there." He was trying to catch Hakyeon's gaze which kept wandering.

Sighing out in growing frustration as Hakyeon made an impressed sound at the girl doing a particularly smooth hip roll, he grabbed Hakyeon by the chin. Squeezing his fingertips into Hakyeon’s lower cheeks by his mouth, he forced eye contact as he leaned in close, "I'll meet you on the dance floor. I'll be right there."

Somehow Hakyeon managed to get his tongue near the front of his mouth to make a farting sound towards the one ruining his fun. At the mention of dancing again though his annoyance was quickly sated.

But before Hongbin could shoo him off, the tattooed man was right behind him. "He's pretty." Hongbin snapped his shocked gaze to him, dread flooding through him. This was exactly the other reason why he didn't want his leader over here.

Hakyeon’s attention was drawn to the man stroking his ego, anticipation of dancing with Hongbin forgotten, “I know I am.” Hakyeon stated, as if that was the most obvious fact in the world.

The man stepped between them, breaking Hongbin's grasp. "Hey gorgeous," he started, and Hongbin had to clench his fists.

Hakyeon half considered paying the stranger no mind even though seconds before he had been begging Hongbin to introduce them, not so easily swayed with a single compliment. Two, however…

Hakyeon took his time examining the dealer. He was taller than the two of them, more on the husky side but not entirely made of fat. The most intriguing thing to Hakyeon though were the permanent paintings etched on his arms, immediately focused on them.

Hongbin’s discomfort went unnoticed as he let his fingers trace the delicate patterns on the tattooed man’s skin, “Stunning....I’ve always wanted a tattoo.” His voice was soft, mostly speaking to himself but audible enough to still be heard in the close circle of the three of them.

He was like an insect circling a Venus Fly Trap, captivated by the beauty but unaware of the danger he was in.

Hongbin could not fathom what was happening right now. The surge in anger was so strong, he couldn’t bring himself to speak quite yet, afraid he would lash out on the wrong person. As to who that person was…

He couldn’t blame Hakyeon for not knowing what waters he was treading in, and he also couldn’t blame the man for indulging in the Hakyeon’s touch and admiration. Taking a few deep breaths, letting himself push through the haze of the alcohol and the blaze of his anger, he finally could speak calmly, “Hey, can you hurry and just get me it,” he looked at the man who was ogling Hakyeon so intensely, that Hongbin was on the edge of insanity, crazy enough to wield the guy into a kiss if it meant dragging his attention away from Hakyeon.

To his relief, the man looked at him, though there was this foreboding tweak to his smirk. “Come,” he referenced back to the table, and Hongbin followed, telling Hakyeon to, “Stay. Put.”

Much like a toddler not getting his way, Hakyeon crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his tongue out at Hongbin, even going so far as to stomp his foot in his displeasure. He listened for once though, turning his attention back to the same woman as earlier but now she had someone new seated beneath her gyrating hips. His eyes studied her closely, taking a snapshot of every angle her body was twisted in from her legs, her hips, her torso, her arms, even her fingers. Each body part was as important as the rest even though it was evident the man only cared about her large--most likely fake--breasts and ass, which he bet were fake as well.

At the table, the man dug into his dark leather bag, slipping a black case out. Within there was a whole collection of pills, and he slid one out. But before he handed it over to Hongbin, the words that followed should’ve been predicted, “How about you promise me a night with him.” His eyes shifted past him to where he knew Hakyeon still was.

Hongbin swallowed. Hakyeon was too innocent, too naive, to handle whatever this man wanted from him. However, Hongbin knew he would never get an actual chance with him. As long as Hongbin was around, he could easily distract him and continue with his own payments, keeping his leader safe and sound. Still, he was wary, hesitating as the man kept his fingers on the pill, baiting him.

Then suddenly there was that same voice that just loved to make Hongbin jump, resounding right in his ear, causing him to bump into the table.

Watching the woman had grown boring after a few minutes had passed and Hakyeon was getting annoyed at how long Hongbin had kept him waiting. So he had marched over and approached him from behind, draping his arms over the others shoulders to whine, “Binnieeeeeeee you promised to meet me on the dance floor. Why do you keep making me wait? Do you hate me that-oh, what’s that? A pill?”

Hakyeon stood straight as his gaze bore down on Hongbin, arms once again finding a place over his chest, “Are you keeping something from me, Lee Hongbin? Whatever that is I want one too.”

Hakyeon didn’t like being kept out of the loop. If Hongbin was trying something then he was going to too, ating, again, much like a toddler. A toddler with an big brother who was always getting to do the cool “big kid” things he wasn’t allowed to yet. He didn’t know what the pill was or what it did but it couldn’t be all bad if Hongbin was wanting it, right?

Oh fuck, Hakyeon was made aware of the pill, now asking for one. It didn’t help that the tattooed man was already easing the one he was going to give to Hongbin over to Hakyeon.

He met the dealer’s eyes, held it for a second, knowing he was confirming that payment he wanted. Hongbin supposed he never specified when it would come, so for now, the desire to take the pill superseded his rationale. He nodded, and watched as the pastel pill dropped into Hakyeon’s outstretched palm. Then he watched Hakyeon slap it immediately into his mouth.

Slowly exhaling, knowing he couldn’t turn back time now, Hongbin then held his hand out for the man to give him a matching pill. As he took it, the guy’s grin crept wider, and Hongbin quickly grabbed Hakyeon’s upper arm to steer him away from the table.

He might’ve been a little careless in how he dragged Hakyeon off, wrestling with the rope, stepping down from the VIP area, bumping into people’s bodies on the floor which subsequently meant he also caused Hakyeon to knock into a few people.

“Fuck, you better enjoy tonight.” Hongbin spun around to face the other, the harshness in his voice dying off when he saw just how forgone his leader was. Hakyeon was truly drunk, and he had forgotten in the midst of that exchange just how much. The other’s skin was one tone darker, the red spotlights swiveling over the crowd not the source of his flushed color.

When Hongbin touched him along his long neck, letting the knuckles of his curled fingers skim along, he could feel the heat radiating off him. Now with the pill in his body, unleashing its fearless influence, Hakyeon became a ticking time bomb; Hongbin waiting for that initial explosion to erupt where Hakyeon would realize how intricately each cell in his body was going to come to life.

Hakyeon didn’t know how long it would take for the pill to overcome the alcohol in his system, content to just ride the wave of inebriation he was surfing on. Now that he was out on the dance floor again all cares and worries were thrown aside, tucked into some hidden corner of his mind to be sifted through at another time. His arms found their familiar place around the Hongbin’s neck again, his own skin prickling beneath the other’s touch.

There was no notion of time out here, only the techno ringing in his ears and then Hongbin’s everything engulfing his senses: his touch, his smell, his taste. Hakyeon didn’t know when his vision tunneled, his once scattered focus now solely on the male pressed up against him. Dilated pupils followed a single drop of sweat down his brow, sliding down the bridge off his nose, dripping just past his lips. Those lips. He wanted to taste them, needed to taste them.

Hakyeon brought his face close enough so their noses were touching, exhaling softly before drawing his tongue along Hongbin’s upper lip, tracing the bottom before withdrawing his tongue to trap the plump skin between his teeth. He gave a sharp nip, just enough to sting but not draw blood. Hongbin tasted as sweet as ever but with a salty hint tickling his taste buds.

“Everyone is watching us.” His voice was low, almost husky in contrast to his usual alto tone, lips curling slightly into a dark grin. He didn’t need to remove his gaze from the other’s to be able to feel all the eyes on the pair of them, his skin crawling as their jealousy seeped into the thick air of the club. “But you’re mine, Lee Hongbin.”

The supposed prize of Cha Hakyeon finally registered that Hakyeon was different. As the words trickled out, there was this blooming hotness in Hongbin’s chest, never pinning Hakyeon for the possessive type. Clingy, yes, but not exactly possessive.

"Hyung..." When his eyes trained on the Hakyeon's, the realms in his eyes revealed it all, and Hongbin knew the ecstasy was coursing through his veins, "How's it feel?" He asked, curious, as he wanted to draw the effects out of Hakyeon, eager to know how else his symptoms changed the Cha Hakyeon he thought he understood.

Hongbin raked his fingers up the Hakyeon's sides, beneath his coat to feel the lines of his body, how Hakyeon's figure resembled a woman's in the slightest bit, mostly because his hips dipped out. He wanted to render his hyung into a spiraling state that he couldn't easily climb out of, to make him engulfed in that need to just have relief.

So as his fingertips reached his hips, they slipped into the edge of his pants where his shirt was tucked in, a teasing move. Hongbin's lips still burned from the kiss, and he leaned in again, this time the kiss escalating quickly as he thrust his tongue past Hakyeon's lips, past the rim of his teeth. Hongbin’s hands suddenly glided back to Hakyeon’s ass, fingertips denting into the firm curves and squeezing.

It barely registered there was a voice talking back to him, Hakyeon’s mind flooded with the overwhelming sparks from Hongbin’s touch on his bare skin, “Hmm?”

All this was awfully distracting, Hakyeon having a hard time concentrating on one thing for entirely different reasons this time. Before he had time to even formulate an answer he felt the intrusion in his mouth, humming delightedly. His own tongue wrapped around the other’s as he drew in his cheeks, sucking it.

He jumped when he felt the sudden pressure on his ass, Hakyeon finding it a rather pleasant feeling as opposed to the sloppy handling from the twig he had been dancing with earlier, pleasant enough to make his nerves tingle. The muscles even flexed at the aggressiveness.

Hongbin’s touch drew a low groan from Hakyeon as his hands ventured down the Hongbin’s chest down to the bottom of his shirt as well, slipping his hands under the fabric, letting his fingers tentatively trace the carved lines of Hongbin’s stomach.

The skin was hot but not scorching, firm and dare he admit sexy. The music was fast, pulsing, unlike the movements of the pair. They were taking their time despite the rush of the drug, their hips lazily gliding against each other. They were exploring one another, Hakyeon experiencing a side of Hongbin he had never seen or felt so intimately before.

It wasn't until Hongbin felt another pair of hands that weren't Hakyeon's at all that his entire focus wasn’t Hakyeon, the pressure a lot stronger as they gripped onto his hips. He broke away from Hakyeon's lips, looking over his shoulder to see a clean-cut man, a grin widening on his lips when he saw Hongbin acknowledged his presence.

It wasn’t that he was showing an inviting look, a threatening one at the least, but the guy's gaze showed he was undoubtedly tripping on something as well. He suddenly started biting at Hongbin's ear, his tongue shooting out wetly and Hongbin elbowed him back.

Before his mind had caught up to his body Hakyeon had yanked Hongbin away from the perverted grasp of the stranger and stepped between them, his fist was colliding with the man’s clean-cut smug face, “He’s mine.”

That low growl returned to Hakyeon’s voice but he spoke with enough volume that those in the surrounding area who might have also had thoughts similar to the bold man knew better than to press their luck.The stranger fell back clutching his nose, grunting in pain and considering retaliating but the fire that had ignited in Hakyeon’s eyes made him reconsider.

Bouncers were rushing over to sort out the situation but Hakyeon had already grabbed Hongbin’s hand and pulled him from the floor, making his way back toward a quieter, less occupied section of the club. Everyone pretended like they had seen nothing, not wanting to risk being the next victim.

Slumping down into one of the cushioned benches along the way he hunched over, head in his hands, blood boiling.

He had just punched someone. That was so uncharacteristic of him that Hakyeon knew it had to be the pill’s effect circulating through his system. Sure he made threats to the members and sometimes neck-chopped them but it was never serious, all in good fun. But seeing the way that man had put his hands, his mouth--his dirty mouth--on his Hongbin had sent him over the edge. He couldn’t stand it, he didn’t like it.

“No one is allowed to touch you.”

When Hakyeon finally spoke he lowered his hands, sitting up and running them both though his onyx hair, glancing at Hongbin from the corner of his brown eyes which still sparked with the leftover adrenaline; he didn’t regret what he had did, he had done what he had to.

And it had felt wonderful. Whatever pent up frustrations that had been building up in Hakyeon over the weeks, months, years had just vanished upon feeling the bones crunching beneath his knuckles.

The shock as his own adrenaline raced through Hongbin, chest pounding and head spinning through the whole episode, finally wore off when Hakyeon spoke. A grin was replacing the surprise on his features, and despite how those words normally should set off a red flag, Hongbin thrived in them. Hakyeon had so quickly become this fiery force, setting territorial boundaries on Hongbin right before everyone’s eyes, and now expressing them so heatedly between them.

“Fuck, hyung, you’re really a surprise.” There was amusement in Hongbin’s voice as he was sliding close beside Hakyeon, an arm coming around his hunched frame. He then leaned in, seeking out Hakyeon’s jaw as he began to pepper warm kisses along it, “I didn’t know you really thought of me that way.”

It wasn’t an emotional, sappy sentiment, instead his voice laced with this deeper lust, wanting to explore this side of Hakyeon introduced to him. If he had known Hakyeon would become like this sensual firecracker, he would’ve given him the magic of the pill a lot sooner.

Hongbin’s hands were on Hakyeon again, his own skin goosebumping at the contact. He didn’t pay attention to where he was caressing, just that he needed to draw Hakyeon out of his angry stupor and to focus that attention on him. All of that riled vehemence needed to transform into another type of wild expression, one that would satiate them both.

Hakyeon was a surprise to himself, not quite knowing what to make of this newly discovered side of him. On one side he was a bit frightened, knowing another emotional outburst like the one he had just had could end much more unfortunately. On the other side he hadn’t felt this good in God knows how long; he certainly wasn’t complaining about the growing affection it was garnering from his handsome companion.

The way Hongbin was speaking to him soothed the dimming anger, instead fueling the kindling of desire hiding beneath that tanned skin. Each kiss, each touch, fanning the embers and coaxing them to life.

Hakyeon’s body tilted as he guided a hand through Hongbin’s hair, forcing him back against the bench, “You really didn’t know?”

Their game continued, Hakyeon sinking down to kiss the corner of Hongbin’s lips. First one, then the other. His mouth moved higher, tongue brushing along his inner ear before his teeth grazed his lobe. It was the same ear the stranger had tried marking, but that was erased now, claimed by Hakyeon, “Maybe I should show you…”

His words were sweet like honey but dripping just as thick from his tongue, breath hot against his ear. Hakyeon was kneeling now, stretching one of his legs over so his toned thighs were straddling Hongbin but leaving those few torturous centimeters between their groins, “Is that what you want, Binnie?”

Hakyeon leaned his upper body back enough to stare down at the man below him, his other hand now combing through the thick shadow-hued strands, “I picked up a few things from that woman earlier. Of course, I would be much, much better.”

The cheshire grin had returned to his face, quite enjoying this little game of cat and mouse he was engaged in; him being the cat of course and Hongbin the mouse caught in the trap of the pill motivating his actions.

When those words sunk in, permeating past the mental haze of his mind, Hongbin’s eyes widened, round and churning with this raw need, “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

He figured coercing Hakyeon with a challenge would be the best option, knowing Hakyeon liked to show off his sexiness in his most normal of forms, so how would he show off in this advanced state?

Hongbin was already anticipating it, arousal stirring in him while the rest of their surroundings as per usual faded off into this blurred setting of distant bass and a crowd of people somewhere off in the distance. All that mattered was Hakyeon, whatever was binding him down, preventing him from letting go, all undone now as he was showing his true, carefree side.

That’s what Hongbin loved about going night after night and indulging in this. All of the worries that buckled him down, left him insecure and suffocating with fear, were cast aside and he actually enjoyed life. That’s why he risked coming here all the time, sacrificing what rest he could be getting in favor of being in the moment and feeling invigorated.

With Hakyeon on him now, the distance between their hips long gone, his neck arched back in that lovely manner, showing off the staircase of his throat with his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing with each deep gulp of pleasure.

The fluid expertise in which Hakyeon proved he could perform this better than every woman in the club, sent Hongbin into a helpless state. Between grasping onto the edge of the bench where his knuckles turned white, to perching them on the Hakyeon’s avidly rocking hips, he was barely clinging on to consciousness.

Hakyeon was impeccable, grinding so hard that he could practically feel the other’s zipper digging through his own jeans. Hongbin’s hands grasped and pulled at Hakyeon’s newly dyed hair, sweat sliding down both of their jaws, creating that heated sheen on their different tones of skin.

When Hongbin fell into near oblivion, a strangled cry left him and he didn’t know when Hakyeon’s lips had captured his, his teeth biting down hard on soft tiers while he rode out his climax. He felt Hakyeon tense and moan right into his mouth as well, the sound dropping right into his own throat and lungs, stored in his core to be remembered for days to come.

It was like that they miraculously made it home: jeans uncomfortable against their skin for multiple reasons, heads still spinning and out of commission, utterly content with satisfaction.

Hongbin barely muttered a good night to Hakyeon, hobbling his way into the steamy throes of the shower, exhaustion hanging off him as it crashed into him out of nowhere. It was always these crashes after being so high that people despised, but in the life of an idol he welcomed it, otherwise he'd have a restless sleep.

Instead, that night his sleep was dreamless and uninterrupted, knowing he would wake up the next morning giving Jaehwan the usual half-asleep smile, as if Hakeon didn't just spend the night before giving him a lapdance to completion after taking a god-given magic pill.

Hakyeon only had flashes of the rest of the night after he had ridden out the high of his orgasm and the pill: Hongbin’s arm around his waist, the flashing up arrow of the elevator, tripping over the entryway step of the dorm, collapsing onto his bed soiled clothes and all.

There were pieces he felt like were a dream that kept flicking like broken TV. The images weren’t clear or really there at all. He felt long fingers on his bare skin removing his dirty clothes, the warmth of his flannel pajamas gliding onto his limbs, his body enveloped by his goose-feather comforter, a large hand resting on top of head as it sunk into his pillow.

What struck him the most odd was how the hand lingered as if afraid to pull away, like he would evaporate into thin air if not being held down. Hakyeon’s eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds but before he couldn't expend any more energy to keep them open. Before his vision was entirely shrouded in darkness, he saw a pair of quiet eyes and thin lips above him.

Stage 6 (1/2).

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