teenage riot (standalone)
pairing/characters: kai/sehun, ninja!baekyeol
rating: NC-17
summary: sequel for the light of future memories - high school AU
author notes: 3, 750ish words. i was on fire. will write another sequel for this universe, i hope you all will like everything *breakdance* have a nice monday *cough*
november
they’re on chanyeol’s birthday party, taking place at baekhyun’s umma bakery and get a free show. baekhyun not so stealthily asks chanyeol out with a weird presentation of ‘you and me, why we should date’; complete with charts and reasonings and photos. even his umma helps her bratty son to run the laptop as baekhyun explains his plan slide per slide.
sehun and jongin snicker at the silliness, although deep down sehun thinks it’s not that bad; he would love it if jongin makes one too for him. but that won’t be original, then. he puffs his cheeks as he stares at his boyfriend’s handsome side profile.
“what.” jongin slings an arm around his shoulder, head locking him gently.
“heh heh.” sehun grins happily because today has been good; they went gift hunting for chanyeol earlier, and it’s his first winter with, you know, a boyfriend. plus, he likes seeing jongin wrapped in layers of clothing; it’s kind of cute, in a way.
they bought chanyeol a funny self help book of how to become an evil genius, written in english, and a new long sleeved t-shirt with inspirational english quote. baekhyun said chanyeol’s english is quite excellent, so.
“...and that’s why, park chanyeol, you and me? we should date.” baekhyun wraps up his performance with a smug bow; their friends are clapping and cat calling enthusiastically. baekhyun’s umma looks proud. even chanyeol himself is clapping.
sehun will use the traditional ‘i’m cold’ deception as he snuggles closer to jongin. jongin stops his loud whistling and slings an arm again around sehun’s shoulder and asks, “cold?”
sehun nods. chanyeol is making weird faces as if he’s thinking hard whether to accept baekhyun’s proposal or not. their friends are starting to urge him.
“what do you want to do after this?” it’s saturday, and normally sehun has curfew at midnight. but with all the stressing preparations for university entrance exams, sehun wants to be irresponsible once in a while. he waits until the cheers are toning down after chanyeol hugs baekhyun and agrees that they really should date.
he says, “i’ll go wherever you want to go.”
jongin’s face is telling him enough that he loves sehun very much.
december
they don’t go to the same cram school, and usually when jongin is not too tired and sehun is being selfish; jongin will walk him home. too bad their school doesn’t allow students to bring vehicles to school, because at times like these jongin’s yamada is so conventional.
“it’s yamaha.” jongin flicks sehun’s forehead because sehun should have remembered his majestic motorcycle’s brand by now. sehun pouts and shrugs; he might mispronounced it just for fun. the only way to tease sehun’s boyfriend is by mocking his dearest yamaha, while jongin always teases everything about him. it’s only fair, right?
they’re on the last bus to sehun’s home. today is friday, and twelfth graders don’t have classes on saturday so sehun offers jongin to sleepover. his parents know jongin as sehun’s another best friend (because baekhyun is like a brother already), and jongin is quick to win sehun’s appa heart by talking about soccer and baseball and that particular western detective series on TV. he’s always welcomed to sleepover, and sehun’s parents don’t know that they’re actually dating. but that’s how sehun really wants it anyway, if his parents know, they can’t sleep on the same bed anymore.
it’s been bugging sehun. he realizes that he likes having jongin on his bed, sleeping and snuggling him; liking the warmth oozing from jongin’s dark skin and how jongin’s big hands stroke his body, lulling him to sleep. he’s addicted, sure, but he doesn’t want to admit it out loud. he needs to tame his overwhelmed feeling for his boyfriend; it’s been eight months since they first started everything.
speaking of.
“jongin-ah,” sehun takes jongin’s big hand to play with the long fingers. they’re safe since they sit at the very back of the not so crowded bus. “jongin-ah, let’s spend christmas eve together.”
jongin pauses.
“are you sure?”
sehun fights the urge to blush. they’ve tried twice before, but sehun couldn’t take it everytime and it’s making him paranoid that if they don’t do it anytime soon then jongin will leave him.
it’s stupid, really, because jongin has sworn that sex isn’t everything. but still, sehun is insecure.
“i―” sehun clears his throat. “i’m sure. i want it.”
jongin looks like he’s thisclose to kiss him senseless right there and then, but sehun breaks the joyous atmosphere with a mehrong. jongin laughs.
▲▼
but things don’t go as planned the second sehun remembers that jongin never tells him which university he’s applying to.
for the first time ever, jongin looks away.
sehun frowns, “jongin-ah?” they’re eating at mcdonald’s since their cram schools were finished a little bit earlier than the usual. and christmas is just next week.
jongin runs a big hand through his hair, then he closes his eyes and breathes through his mouth. finally, he says with a small voice,
“i applied for inha. i’m so sorry.”
it’s like something just turned off inside of sehun’s chest. suddenly, he’s boneless and his half eaten big mac doesn’t look appetizing anymore. he tries to understand what his boyfriend has just told him, but his brain refuses to cooperate. his right hand is shaking when he lifts it to get his cola float. he can’t control his face right now; he must be looking so ugly trying not to burst into tears.
“sehun-ah, i’m so sorry,” jongin hangs his head low, “my whole family is moving to incheon. my parents didn’t let me stay here by myself. i did convince them that i’m going to be okay, but they wouldn’t take the risk.”
because you’re their only son.
“um,” sehun blinks excessively, “um. okay. um.” i hate you. “i want to go home.”
jongin nods and begins to gather his things.
“alone.”
jongin looks taken aback. “but―”
“i’m not a girl,” sehun is confused where this kind of bullshit comes from, but it feels good to be angry at his boyfriend. “you don’t have to walk me home.”
surprisingly, jongin nods like it’s always been his fault and that he knows he’s wrong for doing so after all this time. sehun feels so stupid.
“i’ll see you at school then,” the corners of jongin’s lips are forming a sad smile. “i love you, sehun-ah.”
sehun doesn’t cry but he feels empty when he goes to bed, and it’s so scary like this with the warmth of his favourite tottoro plushie; thinking of possibilities of how will he face university life without jongin on his side. it’s so scary that sehun doesn’t get a wink of sleep and has a fever the next day. jongin takes him to the infirmary, but they don’t utter a single word until the school’s nurse fixes a bed for sehun and when she leaves jongin presses a distant kiss to his temple.
sehun sobs like a baby then, and together they skip the last period. still not saying anything.
january
sehun hibernates in his room for the first weekend of winter break. baekhyun comes on the second week bringing leftover from his umma’s bakery, and tries to coax sehun to spill whatever is bugging him. sehun doesn’t think telling his best friend about his love problem will ease the emptiness in his chest, so he stuffs his stomach with the tiramisu and blueberry cake.
jongin really does what sehun told him; don’t call or text me, and now sehun misses his boyfriend like a moth misses the light.
even his appa asks why jongin hasn’t come over aren’t you guys on a holiday.
▲▼
it’s the first day of school after winter break, and jongin looks thinner.
sehun doesn’t want to care, but who is he kidding?
he takes his lunchbox to jongin’s desk as his boyfriend (?) stares into space. jongin blinks at the sight of him.
they look into each other’s eyes for a long time, neither knows how to start after not talking for almost a month.
then baekhyun intervenes and grabs their heads and clanks their foreheads rather harshly. some girls who are unfortunate to see the scene gasp, scandalized. baekhyun sneers before walking away to probably fetch chanyeol on his class, and jongin is rubbing sehun’s forehead gently with his big hand.
“you okay?” jongin asks hesitantly, like he’s not so sure his action is actually approved/allowed/permitted by sehun. when he pulls his big hand back, sehun catches his wrist.
“i miss you.” he blurts out.
those eavesdropping girls coo.
jongin smiles warmly, “you have no idea.”
february
they don’t mention about jongin’s upcoming doom date to move to incheon, and decide to spend quality time together studying and enjoying each other’s company while they can.
like, making out when their brains can’t handle math, english, and korean history anymore.
“wait wait,” sehun loosens his hold around jongin’s shoulders. jongin moves to nibble at his earlobe as he manages to finish, “take―take your clothes off.”
ever since they reconciled from the sudden heart break, jongin holds him like a fragile thing. as if he doesn’t deserve sehun anymore and what they’re doing―right now―before he moves to incheon is only temporary; the luxury he shouldn’t be tasting at all.
sehun doesn’t want jongin to regret anything, so when his boyfriend is still frozen at his words he sits up and begins undressing himself.
when he’s only on his boxer brief, jongin keeps on staring dumbly.
sehun flushes, but there’s no turning back. he tugs at the hem of jongin’s t-shirt and jongin lets him taking it off. sehun throws the black t-shirt carelessly and aims for jongin’s jeans. this time jongin unbuttons it himself, then he reaches onto his backpack.
he curses.
“whatwhat?” sehun grips jongin’s warm arms, a little bit shocked.
jongin chews the inside of his cheek. “condoms. i left them at home,” he grins nervously, “we didn’t plan this.”
right.
sehun feels dizzy. should they stop now that he’s really sure he won’t back away anymore? he is so ready to lose his virginity to jongin, and his parents aren’t home; having an impromptu late valentine romantic trip.
“we can try...?” he scrunches his nose. he knows sex without condoms isn’t safe, but it’s their first time; jongin doesn’t have any other share before sehun. it should be fine.
right?
"okay," and so jongin kisses him, slowly at first, before he opens his mouth wider and bites sehun’s bottom lip to grant him a tongue. then sehun lets his body to relax and braves himself to caress jongin’s bulge. jongin moans appreciatively at his action, and sehun feels braver and happy he decides to slip his hand inside the blue boxer and gives jongin’s half hard cock a couple of strokes.
jongin’s big hands instantly frame his hips as his own are grinding onto sehun’s fist.
then jongin tugs the waistband of sehun’s boxer down to his thighs, and sehun kicks the rest off of his thin legs. jongin smirks as his eyes travel up from sehun’s lower body to sehun’s erection to sehun’s flushed chest and face. he takes sehun’s wrists and pin them down to the mattress, then he nuzzles his nose to the smaller boy’s belly button. sehun shudders, because that’s one of his special spots that jongin likes to pleasure.
sehun throws his head back, completely pliant, when jongin tongues the dip and licks it; before the tongue moves expertly to land on his right nipple.
“j-jongin―” sehun struggles when jongin chews on the hardened bud. he wants to touch his boyfriend too. jongin doesn’t let go though, only tightening his hold on sehun’s boneless wrists. he gives a rather hard bite then and sehun’s whole body jerks; it stings, but in a good―very good way.
jongin moves on top of sehun to adjust his position. he sits on his knees and then he cradles sehun’s body gently so now sehun is on his lap. sehun’s arms instantly wrap around jongin’s shoulders, and their eyes meet as they’re chest to chest.
jongin draws circles on sehun’s lower back, relishing the smooth exterior of such perfect body. he likes the contrast of their skins. he likes how red and pretty sehun looks right now.
“shut up,” sehun tweaks his nose and jongin laughs because apparently he said the last sentence out loud. “ugh.” sehun hugs him then, burying his red and pretty face to the crook of his shoulder.
jongin licks his nape, before he begins to nip at it and mapping sehun’s ass. sehun gasps when jongin’s dry finger teases his crack.
“lube?” jongin whispers to his ear.
sehun’s lube is on the other side of his bedroom, and he really really doesn’t want jongin to get it. it’s ridiculous, he knows, but he can’t help but feeling so comfortable and not to mention, horny, right now. so he grabs jongin’s big right hand and swallows two long digits without further warning. jongin growls.
sehun tries his best to coat them, closing his eyes as he runs his tongue on each knuckles and moaning as their cocks meet on a slow and lazy motion. jongin growls again before he pulls his hand off gently and smashes their mouths together.
he inserts his index finger first, distracting the vague but not that foreign feeling for sehun’s nerves by eating his lips. he pushes then pulls, then when he pushes again the second finger joins in. sehun’s body jerks but he just takes it and abuses jongin’s hair as his anchor. his thighs tremble as jongin scissors those fingers inside of him, stretching his tight walls, exploring every angles and finally hitting that one spectacular spot that makes sehun cries in pure bliss.
“p-please,” before he knows it, his hips are pushing down on their own to get jongin’s fingers hit his prostrate again. “jongin-ah,” sehun moans when jongin answers him by pressing his thumb to the jut of his right hipbone.
“patience,” jongin is breathless, “i don’t want to hurt you.”
sehun whines but he can’t be more in love than he is right now.
jongin pulls out his fingers completely, and as sehun’s walls throb at the loss, he spits to his palm then spreads it to moist his drying fingers. he pushes sehun back to the mattress, hooking his boyfriend’s left leg to his shoulder before inserting two fingers back again and soon, the third.
sehun grips the edge of his pillows, biting his bottom lip hard or else he will scream uncontrollably by the pleasure jongin is giving him. jongin kisses the inside of his left thigh and strokes his waist; his fingers are dancing down there.
“you okay?” jongin moves forward to kiss him, and sehun gasps as his waist twists upward; it hurts, but he's itching to get hurt more. his boneless left leg is still hooked to jongin’s shoulder as they kiss lazily. he can feel that jongin is taking off his boxer by the wriggling his boyfriend does, and at the first contact of their bare cocks sehun accidentally bites on jongin’s poor tongue.
jongin winces but doesn’t comment, he bites sehun’s cheek as a payback.
then he sits back on his knees and gently remove sehun’s leg from his shoulder. sehun watches as jongin jerks off for a moment to get his cock into full hardness and then he spits again to his palm and lubes his now purpling cock with it.
jongin raises an eyebrow as he’s caught staring. sehun hides his face with his hands.
jongin chuckles as he teases the head of his cock on sehun’s crack. without thinking twice sehun spreads his legs wider. jongin hums encouragingly, as he takes sehun's ankles and pushes his cock inside.
like the two times they’ve tried this before; sehun feels like he’s split into half, his body is resisting jongin with all of his might. jongin’s grips on his ankles tightens at some point that somehow it makes sehun’s own cock hardening even more. the bed protests under his weight as jongin pushespushespushes, and sehun can’t deny it anymore; he needs to hold onto jongin if he wants this to really happen.
“jongin-ah―” his eyes pop open the moment his arms find jongin’s neck and right at that moment too, jongin is seated inside of him securely; his walls are contracting as they’re invaded by jongin’s twitching cock.
jongin strokes his waist reassuringly, his irregular breathing is loud against the soft creaking of sehun's bed. sehun tries to accommodate to the feeling of ultra fullness surrounding him, before he blinks away sweats from his eyelids and strains his neck to see. it never ceases to amaze him how jongin can fit his quite hung peepee there and he thinks he doesn't want jongin to fit anywhere else but in him.
sehun's head feels light as he's done perverting over his boyfriend's manhood.
jongin blows air to his sweaty bangs. "what were you thinking?" he whispers.
sehun just shakes his head and covers his face with his hands again.
jongin is cursing on top of him, sehun's not sure why, but then he feels his boyfriend is rolling his hips a little. jongin did it on their second attempt months ago, but sehun had cried a mess that he pulled out immediately.
but now sehun is clearly enjoying it. he’s breathing shallowly as jongin continues to roll his hips, slowly at first, but gaming up his movements after sehun’s walls suddenly throb and gripping his cock deliciously tighter.
“sehun-ah,” jongin kiss him, “sehun-ah, i’m going to―”
sehun can't think, really, he is busy moaning-and-not-moaning by biting his bottom lip and scrunching his face cutely. it's too good to be true. why was he being a coward on their previous attempts?
"sehun-ah―"
"nnnghhhyes!" sehun whines when he realises that's him begging. but jongin only smirks, and then he starts pulling out then pushing in with a slow, uncoordinated rhythm. his arms are splayed wide to match his frantic thrusting, his tendons flexing sexily, and sehun plants his nails onto his boyfriend’s skin; a silent signal to get into real action.
jongin is never one to deny anything that sehun wants (or in this case, begs) so he takes the back of sehun's sweaty knees and carefully folds them, then he slams back in.
sehun moans and mewls at every thrusts; the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin is too much. soon he’s chanting jongin’s name religiously, way too shy to ask his boyfriend to move faster. or harder. or deeper.
but it seems like jongin understands his urges anyway, for his hips are now lifted in the air a little bit. jongin curses with a satisfied smirk at the change of the angle, thruststhruststhrusts and then he straightens his back; fucking into sehun like there's no tomorrow, eyes closed and tongue peeking at the gap of his mouth.
there's this tingly feeling down there whenever the tip jongin's cock brushes his prostrate, but not really hitting it full force. sehun doesn't do anything about it though, he just pushes his hips back just equally fast.
he tries to watch his pleasured boyfriend through half lidded eyes, but it’s a difficult task knowing he can’t think straight nor feeling anything but wanting moremoremore and everything that jongin can give him, he will take it.
and then somehow jongin picks up his pace and sehun finds his teeth clack by the force as he tries to grit them to prevent embarrassing noises. jongin is breathing through his open mouth, and he doesn't have the same problem like sehun does.
the second sehun opens his mouth though, jongin smirks and plunges his tongue down sehun's throat; helping sehun to restraint his active sex voice.
"sehun-ah..." jongin moans lowly before biting the corner of sehun's mouth at the feeling of sehun's tightening walls. "sehun-ah..."
a rush of emotion comes barging in sehun's most melancholic mood and he feels like smiling and/or crying at the same time because;
a) he’s finally become one with his boyfriend
b) jongin is leaving him to incheon and
c) he doesn’t want jongin to leave him
he loses to the second option.
his chest aches as he sobs. he reaches out to entwine his fingers with jongin’s, and when jongin opens his eyes he stops altogether to ask whether he’s hurt sehun or something.
sehun shakes his head and brings jongin’s palms to wipe the tears off of his face. jongin frowns, about to pull out completely, but sehun only pleads brokenly,
“please, jongin-ah, don’t leave me.”
when jongin finishes deep inside of him, he’s crying along with sehun.
march
sehun realizes that he’s being a clingy boyfriend, but he doesn’t want to waste any second without jongin now that it’s already march.
“jongin-ah, did you also apply to seoul national university?”
sehun drops his chopsticks and he’s late a mere second because jongin is already picking them up for him. they’re having dinner on his house, and that was his umma asking.
jongin avoids his eyes, but he smiles to the elderly in the dining room.
“aniyo, my family is moving to incheon.” sehun’s umma gasps and her husband is frowning.
sehun gets off of the table to pick new chopsticks. he takes a deep breath and counts to twenty as he faces the sink.
“...i’m the only son, ahjumma, i have two noonas who live separately from home already. my parents are too concerned about me.”
“aw, that’s too bad! but i understand your parents’ reasoning. i know you're a good boy, jongin-ah, but with new friends come new influences. and only parents can help to cope and filter what's flooding their teenage children.” sehun’s umma shakes her head. her words are enough to make sehun feels stupid. of course every sane parents want their children to grow up faultlessly; and sehun has been moping about 'being separated from his boyfriend, who is the only son of three siblings'.
“sehunnie, you’re not sad aren’t you?” his umma continues with a playful tone.
sehun feel like throwing a tantrum at his umma’s innocent question.
“well i wouldn’t be if you allow me to come with jongin!” he laughs wryly and scoops a large portion of rice to his mouth, chewing madly like a cow.
“that’s a good idea,” sehun’s appa joins in the conversation, “if it’s still possible for you to change your application form, then it’s up to you, sehun-ah.”
like on a comedy movie, everything falls into a slow motion.
sehun is aware that he's gaping, his half-chewed rice is visible and it should be grossing out his parents. and if baekhyun is here, his phone must be full with his 'totally stoned sehun' photos already.
what did his appa just say?
“you’re right, yeobo, sehunnie can really use a new atmosphere. what do you, say, sehunnie?” his umma smiles, then she adds wittily, “this way, we can finally adopt a cat!”
sehun is allergic to cats. and isn’t he supposed to be the only lovely/handsome/sweet/klutz child of the oh family?
sehun doesn’t know what to feel. it’s too hysterical for him to comprehend. next to him, jongin is laughing like a looney let loose from the nearest asylum, clutching at his stomach. sehun wants to scold his boyfriend, but he needs to compose his conflicted self in front of his parents.
his appa laughs along with his son’s ‘best friend’. when jongin apologises for his manner, he asks patiently, “how about bacon-ah?” (yes, he calls baekhyun ‘bacon’ because it’s convenient and in english, he had said).
jongin answers him, wiping at the corners of his eyes, “he’s going to kyunghee, ahjusshi.”
sehun’s parents nod and say something about it’s time for you to separate from bacon and see the world with jongin-ah here. sehun wants to argue that going to inha in incheon doesn’t count as ‘see the world’, but he’s still frenzied by this revelation he doesn’t even care that jongin is kissing him right now.
and he's totally kissing back, squeezing jongin's knee under the table.
“jagiya, you owe me.” sehun’s appa grins lopsidedly while rubbing his thumb against his middle finger; the universal signal for ‘money’. “kids totally head over heels here. how come you didn’t notice it.”
t h e e n d