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KIM JONGIN’S ULTIMATE TOP BIRTHDAY BASH 

WHEN: 01/14/22 SAT 7:00 PM 

WHERE: Exodus Hotel & Resort (Evening - Ballroom #2: OSH1, Afterparty - Exodus’s Private Club: Amnesia) 

WHY: To celebrate Kim Jongin’s new coming of age, The Kim Family is hosting an extravagant, unforgettable birthday party! 

RSVP SUBIN KIM ASAP! 

Jongin receives his own birthday party invitation in the form of an email. He can't say he is surprised, but at least his parents didn't send it to him via snail mail. The details from the email automatically transfer to his digital calendar. Imagine not showing up to your own party because you forgot there was even a party to begin with. 

The correct way to live revolves around parading achievements from hard work. Or so he was raised to believe. Jongin's family is determined, meticulous, and extortionate. He most certainly inherited a stubborn trait to strive for the best, but his interests for riches are elsewhere. They will go to the extremes, flaunting their wealth in every instance. 

When Jongin's mother told him she will plan his 25th birthday, he was mentally prepared to hear about a flashy, over-catered party on a beach—probably outdoors, well, definitely outdoors—but not for an entire hotel to be reserved just for him. 

Jongin calls both of his parents but neither pick up. That is not unusual either. 

Time goes on as Jongin completes his task of reviewing his emails and by the time he's finished, he places an order for takeout. He never really learned how to cook—raised spoiled and coddled—and though he has a chef, he doesn't like them sticking around for too long. He sent them home after he had his lunch. Now it's a few hours till midnight and there is one fast food chain still open to satiate his grumbling stomach. 

The doorbell and his phone rings at the same time. He answers the call and places his phone in the crook of his neck when he claims his food. The delivery guy scoffs at him for looking so unwelcoming but Jongin just tips him off and slams the door. He is exhausted by people assuming his personality because he is not half as bad as his parents. 

Speaking of his parents, his mother is shouting on the phone, asking Jongin about the ruckus in the background.

"It was a package," he says.

"What mailman is sending items so late?!" 

Jongin can't tell her he is feeding fast food, but he doesn't know how to answer this question either. Knowing her, it is definitely not a rhetorical question. He clears his throat and says, "So, you called? What are you calling for, mom?"

"You called first, Jongin."

Oh, right. "My birthday party—"

"Are you excited, son?" She practically screams in his ear.

"Yeah but—" 

This lady won't let him speak as she cuts right through his words, "You will have two receptions and all of your family is going to be there. I expect you to have somebody to attend with."

Jongin suddenly tenses up, feeling the frown shift onto his face. Before this he was apathetic, now his body burns in frustration. "You expect what?"

"I'm sure you can find a date in a few weeks. Otherwise, I will find somebody for you. There has to be someone accompanying you for the photos, honey."

"No," he says in a stern voice.

"Jongin," she says even sharper. "No, what ?"

Jongin knows how to make the right decision when it comes to his mother. He knows he is not supposed to back talk or speak up. He dejectedly lies straight through his teeth, "I have someone. Don't think about setting me up."

"That's amazing to hear, Jonginnie." Jongin hears her evil grin. "But if I find out you aren't telling the truth, there will be consequences."

Jongin doesn't even get to unpack his food because he is hastily texting away.

send help i need arm candy asapppppp

Jongin receives a text with a link after divulging in his turmoil. Apparently, from one rich man to another, Baekhyun lets him in on a private escort company. Playboy is an exclusive agency for hiring companions to accompany people on their personal affairs. 

He didn't know something like this existed. He was shielded from underground and unconventional things, so of course he couldn't have known the reason behind some of his dad's friend's having very young beautiful dates. At least that's what Baekhyun told him about a minute ago.

Just to be on the same page, Jongin dials up Baekhyun to talk him through his process of finding an escort . The idea is absurd. Jongin does not need to pay someone to get a date. It's more about what Baekhyun convinced him off. He said Jongin shouldn't have to find a date that he will kick to the curb after all is said and done. He should pay somebody to be the perfect person and then depart like the strangers they are. It's a crazy idea, but Jongin isn't opposed.

"Are you on the profiles?"

"Yeah. This is weird, man. It's like I'm looking for a babysitter."

"Well are you?"

Jongin scoffs. "Shut up. Anyway, can't I just hit it off with your usual?"

Baekhyun doesn't say anything for a moment, and Jongin lets him be as he skims the portfolios. Eventually Baekhyun mumbles, "He's kinda hard to handle."

"You always go back to him, don't you? So let me have at it."

"I mean, yeah he's good company. I should ask if he's alright booking with you. This isn't his full time job."

"If you don't want to share, just say so," Jongin reasons with a little irritation.

"That's not what I mean but— fine . Goodluck."

Jongin hums, "Have I met him?"

"No, I don't take him to public schedules."

Jongin doesn't want to hear more about it. The fact that his friend pays for hookups is enough. Baekhyun doesn't seem like the type, but Jongin also can't say he's surprised. "Can you just see if he'll give us the green light? I got a fried chicken sandwich waiting for me."

♡

Jongin is eerily alone in the corner, staring out towards the entrance. He chose this spot for no particular reason, but now he’s starting to regret it because it’s been fifteen minutes and there is no sight of someone looking for him. Maybe Jongin could’ve looked him up on social media or asked Baekhyun to send a photo. Does Sehun even allow people to take photos? Probably. Family gatherings, formal balls, basketball games—there is no way people wouldn’t be taking photos. 

Then as he is sipping on his coffee, the tip of his tongue catches heat. He chokes on thin air as he winces over his burnt tongue. Because in front of him is an undeniably attractive young man with a lavish gold chain around his pretty neck. From where Jongin is seated, he looks taller than him. His good looking brown coat emphasizes his broad shoulders and his hair is slicked back, framing his face perfectly. 

The stranger glances around the room and Jongin immediately stiffens. He trails towards the front of the cafe and orders something. Alright, so maybe that isn’t Jongin’s guy. He doesn’t know whether that is a relief or something to be upset about. He was probably one of the most attractive guys Jongin has seen in a while. He never planned on extending his relationship with his escort—of course not—but someone like that would be very much welcomed. It’s a shame that the man before him isn’t his fake boyfriend. 

A shadow hovers over his table as he stares at his blank conversation with Sehun—he didn't have the guts to talk him up. He only sent emails after Baekhyun confirmed Sehun's availability and desired meet up spot. When he glances at the shadow's owner, expecting to be a barista, he is taken aback by the devilishly handsome sight upfront. 

“Hi, I’m Oh Sehun. I will be your companion under a couple of circumstances. If you refuse to comply, somebody else will take over this position.” Sehun takes a seat across Jongin and the aroma of his coffee wafts through the corner they occupy.

Jongin nods. “Great. You’re in the right place. I’m Kim Jongin.”

They do a proper handshake and Jongin is surprised with Sehun’s firm grip but gentle touch. 

“Now that I formally read my script— what? It’s protocol if you’re going to ask.”

Jongin doesn’t realize he is staring until he absorbs Sehun’s remark. He shakes his head and speaks, "No. It’s really not that. You're um…"

Sehun quips his eyebrow upward as he interjects, "Don't beat around the bush. I really don't have time if you're going to be this way."

Jongin awkwardly rubs the back of his nape and ignores his snide comment, letting it sink in his throat. Based on Sehun's aura within the last two minutes, he is not somebody Jongin wants to even playfully mess with. It seems as if Sehun won't let him off easy because he sends daggers his way, almost forcing Jongin to speak up.

"I was thinking about how you seem too pretty to do things like this,” Jongin says in a low voice. "And Baekhyun? Shit ."

"Pretty is what sells, isn't it?"

Jongin is positive he looks like a fish out of water. He quickly diverts the topic, “Can we discuss the details of our partnership?" 

"Are you usually this formal?"

"Oh, should I not be?"

Sehun takes a sip of his coffee before indulging Jongin with a pointed look, "We can be friends. All my clients are just clients until we can build a decent connection before the job. I won't work with anybody I dislike on the first meeting. So far, you are definitely not my favorite client."

"And you are not my ideal boyfriend, so how's that?" Jongin says with a grin, slowly catching onto Sehun’s caliber. 

Jongin is born generous and thoughtful, totally different from how his parents expect him to be. He might get stepped on from his own family, but he didn’t allow anybody outside of it to belittle and take advantage of him. It’s not too often, but he only comes across ostentatiously when he is interested in somebody or what they have to offer. So if that’s what Sehun is looking for, he can definitely step up his game and be someone Sehun can tolerate. 

It’s obvious Sehun is hard to please. He doesn’t even give Jongin a grin for his witty remark. Instead, he retrieves a paper from his briefcase and slides it in Jongin’s direction.

“You passed the first observation.”

“Do people not pass?” Jongin asks in amusement, because damn Sehun really is a tough cookie. 

Sehun clicks his tongue. “Most of the time they do. Or else they’d offer way more than I’m asking for, and by that point I’d be an idiot to decline them.”

Jongin nods and reads the policy. It’s the usual—not that Jongin knows what it’s like to hire an escort, but Sehun requests for regular human decency. There are some remarks stating that Sehun will need to be paid for sexual acts, detailed adulation, or discomforting scenarios. Jongin totally understands the first two, but how does a client know whether or not Sehun is blowing something out of proportion for the last remark? Sehun is bound to be uncomfortable around his family at least once during this operation. Jongin is prepared to pay the fee for that, but he knows he will not need to worry about the first opton. And unless an ex is invited, the second is something he doesn't even have to think about. 

“Looks good," Jongin mentions while tucking the paper into his own folder.

"Everyone always reads the bullet points without studying everything else," Sehun sighs whilst rolling his eyes.

"I'll read it later for sure."

"Then don't be surprised when you find out that I need my own room."

It's Jongin's turn to sigh, in an equal amount of exhaustion that matches Sehun's previous one. He explains in a displeased tone, "I'm not even booking my own room by myself. My parents are accountable for all the guests. I hardly know how they are doing any of this."

"Well, make sure to get a suite so we have two beds."

"I mean I guess," Jongin mumbles under his breath.

For someone taking on such a job, he sure does have strict policies. It's for safety or whatever, Jongin figures. 

♡ 

Jongin doesn’t have much time to prepare for his trip. He enlists his stylist to prepare a weekend's worth of outfits, and back up clothes just in case. The head servant is packing all his necessities. Meanwhile, Jongin is trying to book an additional bedroom for Sehun, but to no avail. He can’t tell his parents to do it because they would have their suspicions. Sehun will have to deal with it. Jongin will even pay him extra for the inconveniences. 

His parents have a driver sent to Jongin's place so they can take him to the rehearsal dinner. And that is suddenly how Jongin remembers that his parents expect his partner to be with him from start to end. He manages to ask Sehun if someone should pick him up but he says he'll get there on his own.

Jongin is busy making a playlist to listen to when his butler calls for his attention through an intercom that connects throughout the house in various rooms. 

"Your beloved is here, sir."

Beloved?

"Oh Sehun?" he says in confirmation.

"I believe that is what he said."

Jongin stifles his laughter and asks his butler to send him into the kitchen. Jongin leaves his bedroom and spots Sehun with only one briefcase.

"Coffee or tea?" Jongin asks kindly.

"Water."

"Alright…" Jongin mumbles and fetches him a glass bottle of water.

"Glass?"

"Good for the planet," Jongin announces, augmenting his manners as far as unscrewing the cap.

Sehun accepts the bottle and Jongin sits directly across from him, trying to look at him respectfully without drinking too many details. 

"So, what type of assignment do I have? Is this exclusive or? I mean, your butler didn't know who I was. Most servants know what I am made for."

Jongin asks, "What did Baekhyun say?"

"He just said you needed me and will pay a lot more than my price tag. I am only aware that you chose a non explicit package, as the contract mentions."

Jongin is not all invested in the way Sehun talks about himself or his line of work. It makes Jongin feel uncomfortable knowing he is a client amongst many, and it's the way Sehun is so familiar with selling himself. "I… the non-explicit package says you are basically arm candy, and that is what I need. I would appreciate you doting on me as well." 

"But what am I? What are we?" Sehun says with a light scoff. "Baekhyun was right. You are an amature. Listen, I need to know if I'm just a pretty date for these three days, or if I'm playing the make-my-ex-jealous game, or do I have to stop your parents from marrying you off to the next person they interview?"

Jongin is flabbergasted. So, Sehun has been exposed to these many conditions for quite some time. Jongin easily answers, "The third one."

"Good to know. It will help me prepare."

"Prepare for what?"

Sehun shrugs and puts his bottle in his bag. "You'll see. Now, let me hear the game plan." When Jongin doesn't answer right away, Sehun adds, "What are we doing for the weekend? How do you want me?"

"It's my birthday. I don't really expect much. I just need my parents to see that I am in a committed relationship. If you can be the perfect boyfriend who sees me as a perfect boyfriend then that would be great," Jongin explains, awkwardly fumbling with the skin surrounding his fingernails.

"You know, you're a really good looking client of mine. You should act as determined as you look."

"Come again?" Jongin mutters, lost for words.

"Nevermind."

Jongin bites his lip nervously before responding, "I can be cooler than you think. I am just trying to make you comfortable."

The car ride has got to be the most awkward experience Jongin has encountered. His knee keeps bumping into Sehun's with every pothole the driver runs over. 

"This is a rehearsal dinner. Don't ask why. I don't know my mom enough," Jongin mentions when they are five minutes away from the destination. 

Sehun actually laughs. For the first time, Jongin hears that pleasant sound coming from Sehun and it matches his pretty face. Jongin would've never thought someone as detached as Sehun could laugh so gently. 

"So you're a mommy boy who can't say no to her orders, that's why I'm here?"

"Pretty much," Jongin agrees, feeling his cheeks instantly blazing up.

"It's not the first. Don't worry. I will be a good boy and impress the living daylights out of her."

Jongin's mother will not be the only one to swoon over Sehun.

The driver makes a sharp turn and Jongin spots the sign of the hotel through the window. Just as they pull up to the valet, he catches sight of his family already awaiting his arrival with exaggerated grins plastered on their face. He doesn't doubt they are happy to see him, he just knows they can't wait to bombard him with questions about Sehun and work.

"They're a bit much. They might say things. Don't let them get to you," Jongin says, absentmindedly unbluckling Sehun's seatbelt. "Remember, we've been together for half a year but I never wanted to announce since you weren't ready."

"Not sure why I wouldn't be the one unready , but sure. Yeah, whatever."

Jongin lungs fill up as he intakes a large amount of air until he slowly releases it. He puts on his happy face and hops out the car. Sehun is already swarmed with big hugs as Jongin awkwardly stands by the trunk where his driver gives him a sympathetic look while he pulls out the luggage. 

"Oh, he's gorgeous," Jongin's mother announces while pinching his cheeks unwelcomely.

Jongin might not know Sehun for too long, but he knows that he is not appreciating the gestures. Baekhyun is right, why get to know someone and bring them as a temporary date when there's Sehun who acts flawlessly, meant to be a temporary date? Because Sehun absorbs the attention and acts upon it very professionally—or should Jongin say, comfortably ? He hugs each of Jongin's aunts and allows his cheeks to be kissed. By complete strangers!

It's been a minute or two, Jongin thinks it's appropriate to butt in and save Sehun. He pats "Hey, we had a long drive. I think Sehun needs beauty rest."

"Oh, Jongin! Didn't see you there!" Of course his own mother did not notice his presence. 

It's Jongin's turn to suffocate from the affection as Sehun playfully laughs in the corner. Though he might not know Sehun for too long, he has a feeling that he's only playing off his humored behavior.

Jongin's mother texts him the details without telling him verbally. He reads his messages to find out that everything will be prepared once he goes to the 20th floor on the west wing. 

Just as the driver is about to pick up his luggage, Jongin dismisses him. He motions Sehun to follow so they can escape the crowd with a fair excuse. 

The hotel is definitely over the top. For a moment, he wonders if Sehun's clients have taken him to fancier. Does he resist and share the end with them if they dont get him a separate bedroom? Jongin wonders how many fingers have accidentally brushed against Sehun's own.

By the time they’re in the elevator, Sehun leans against the wall of mirrors as if he’s ran a marathon. Jongin doesn’t look at him directly, but stares at the reflection of Sehun grimacing. Sehun raises an eyebrow darting in Jongin’s direction, causing Jongin to look to the ground quickly. 

Sehun eventually lets out a scoff, "That was disgusting. Nobody and I mean nobody in my family greets people like that."

Jongin agrees with the click of his tongue. "Yeah, I said they're a bit much. They might be heartless but they are good at playing off affection."

The elevator chimes, signaling the arrival to their floor. Sehun isn’t wearing heels but Jongin can hear the click and clack of his fierce steps.

Baekhyun didn’t try to talk Jongin out of it. Sehun is definitely hard to handle. Then again, maybe all this time, Baekhyun doesn’t know how to work with him. Jongin just might be the cure to Sehun’s hostility.

Sehun and Jongin meet a bellhop at the front of their door, standing with their luggage and two keycards. Jongin doesn’t fail to notice the way Sehun is polite to him, even going as far to leave a generous tip. It seems clear that Sehun is a nice person—just a bit feisty with his clients. 

Jongin follows in tow, struggling to carry his own two rolling suitcases, his duffle bag, and Sehun’s own bag. Sehun just strutted right in, surveying the room with a simple hum. 

“Do you not like it?” Jongin asks, wondering if he is in a different room as Sehun. He is not surprised with the impressive suite because his mother only accepts the best. He just can’t understand why Sehun still has a pout on his face. 

“It’s kinda small,” Sehun mumbles. 

“I wonder what’s your definition of big then,” Jongin absentmindedly says beneath his breath. 

Sehun turns around and the scowl is nothing new, but still alarming. He swears he has goosebumps every time he catches the terrifying sight. “If it’s not big enough, they need something to compensate for it.” 

Jongin chokes on what must be thin air because this hotel room is spotless, free of dust. 

“Like…” Sehun wanders off. “Ah, this bathroom is amazing. So that’s fair.”

“Oh…” Jongin mumbles idiotically, feeling warmth in his cheeks. 

The next twenty minutes go by in a flash. Jongin hopped into bed the second he chucked Sehun’s luggage into his own room. They share the same hotel suite with separate bedrooms, like Sehun demanded. Jongin wonders if it really is a good idea because they still are using the same hotel door. He hopes Sehun will know how to use his bedroom and Jongin won’t have to see things. 

Something won’t stop vibrating. Eventually there’s a knocking. And then a ringing. 

Jongin realizes he must’ve fallen asleep because Sehun is hovering over him, making the sound come to a stop. He groggily rubs his eyes and sits up, not surprised with Sehun looking at him with beady, laser eyes.

“If you don’t know how to use your alarm, don’t use it at all!” 

“Sorry,” Jongin apologizes in a deep, hoarse voice. 

“Whatever. It’s ringing because we should go soon, right? So get up right away.”

Jongin glances at the clock on the nightstand, catching red numbers reading 6:15 . 

“It starts in fifteen minutes.”

“Good. I’m already dressed. But you,” Sehun squints, “need to touch up your hair. Geez, do you always wake up like that?” 

When Sehun leaves with the door slamming shut, Jongin drops back into the mattress. He plucks one of the pillows from the side of his head and smashes it against his face. He would rather suffocate like this than to pretend to be lovey dovey with Oh Sehun. 

Sehun cleans up nicely without a doubt. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. This time around he wears a baby pink satin button down with sharp linen cabo pants, which really emphasizes his height. He smells like a bouquet of flowers and soft powder. Jongin saw Dior’s Happy Hour in their bathroom, so it must be that. 

The gesture comes as a surprise, Jongin almost swats it like an irritating fly. Sehun clings to Jongin’s side when they get into the main lobby.

“Where are we headed?” Sehun asks, glancing at the directory. 

“Uh, one of the ballrooms.” Jongin double checks his text from his mother. “The first one. OSH 1.”

Sehun lets out a small laugh. “Those are my initials.”

Jongin almost asks what's his entire name because he forgot about it. He ends up remembering when they get to the ballroom. Besides, if he asked, Sehun would just spit at his face. 

“It’s Sehun and Jongin!” Jongin’s mother yaps before strutting in their direction. 

Jongin robotically bows whilst Sehun makes him out to be the bad guy with his proper, ninety degree angled bow. 

“You have great manners!” his mom says, pulling her husband towards him. She points at Sehun and squeals, “Such a sweet thing.” 

Jongin tries to be discreet with his lack of interest. Sehun nudges his ribcage with an elbow, harshly. Nobody seems to notice the pain Sehun just put Jongin through.

Sehun flashes Jongin’s father a warm smile. Jongin notices the lack of genuinity in their eyes when they shake hands.

Uri has never been too fond of Jongin’s significant others but it’s not like it bothers Jongin. He keeps his distance, so Jongin knows he doesn’t have to worry too much about Uri prying into he and Sehun’s relationship. As for Subin, well… his mother has no limits. 

As she's dusting off Jongin’s shirt—it’s not even linty—she explains, “So, your aunties are doing the final touches with the decoration. And the DJs are doing soundcheck. Gosh! These caterers are late. I wanted to run things over with them for tomorrow’s dinner.”

“Then why are we here?” Why does a sound check for a birthday party exist?

“Oh Jongin,” Subin jeers, pinching his cheek. “It’s got to be perfect for my perfect boy. Correct?”

“I guess.”

“Good. We’re on the same page. You have your speech ready. Chanyeol was wondering if we needed to test the mic. I say you might as well rehearse that.” 

Sehun snorts, then immediately clears his throat when both Kim's glance in his direction. “Yeah, rehearse at the rehearsal.”

“Pretty, kind, and smart,” Subin singsongs. “We have to sit together during dinner tomorrow. I’m too busy running around tonight.” 

Jongin doesn’t recall his mom being so invested with his previous relationships. Is Sehun that great? They’ve only had a five minute conversation combined from their last two encounters.

“Sehun, just a second?” Jongin says, cocking his head in another direction. 

“Just tell me, babe.”

Jongin causes Sehun to stumble when he pulls him aside. Subin isn’t looking at him to supply concern. 

“I don’t have a speech. She never asked for a speech.”

“And that’s my problem?”

Jongin’s temples need a good massage. He whines, “It’s not mine either! I mean—I dunno. Butter her up. Please talk her out of this. She likes you so much already. At this point I think she’ll hear you out. Definitely listen to you over me.”

Sehun gives him a pointed look and begins to shift from foot to foot. A sudden smirk takes over and Jongin doesn’t like the dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“What’ll it cost you?” he says in his devious voice. 

Frankly, Jongin should’ve seen it coming. 

“Well what do you want?”

Sehun acts like he’s trying to find an answer by humming and tapping on his chin, but Jongin knows he already has the answer. He flashes a coy smile—it's fucking fake—and deliberates, “So, I saw a boutique when we were going up the escalator.”

Jongin licks his lips. “And?”

“You’ll buy me a nice outfit for tomorrow, right? Don’t you remember, I didn’t pack anything.”

“Cut the crap,” Jongin deadpans. “Just drop the nice act. If you talk her out of it, I’ll buy it.”

Sehun smirks and leans forward. Jongin prepared himself for a seething threat in his ear, not a tender kiss on his cheek. He doesn’t leave quite yet, tracing his lips down to the crook of Jongin’s neck. It tickles when Sehun whispers, “Great. You know how this works.”

“What do you mean?” 

Sehun’s breath gently fans against his ear, lingering for a moment until he bites Jongin’s earlobe.

“What the fuck,” Jongin winces, shoving Sehun into the wall with force. 

Sehun lands both hands on Jongin’s collar and yanks him forward, leaving little to no distance in between them. The innocence from earlier vanishes and is substituted with a wicked look. Jongin nearly chokes. It’s insane how someone as pretty as Sehun can be equally complex.

“When I have to do something I don’t like, you pay for it,” he taunts, hand still gripping Jongin’s top.  

“Yeah. Alright. I signed the contract, didn’t I?”

The warmth and kindness returns. Jongin remains frozen as Sehun embraces him with arms over his shoulders. The touch makes Jongin’s skin crawl because Sehun is awful. 

“If anyone saw what just happened they’d think this is unhealthy. So hug me back. Playfully.”

Jongin obeys and wraps his arms around Sehun, squeezing the life out of him. He raises Sehun off the ground from how tight he’s holding him. And he’s pretty sure he hears one of Sehun’s joints crack from being stretched out like that. Jongin is just swinging him to and fro out of spite. Sehun doesn’t feel good, he doesn’t smell good. 

“You’re going to pay for this,” Sehun hisses against his ear. “Back off.”

Jongin removes his grip around Sehun’s waist, finding humor in Sehun’s stumble from the shift. 

“At this point, I’ll just keep fucking around,” Jongin says with a grin. He has an unknowing shift in his confidence. He thinks he might’ve found a loophole around Sehun and his bratty behavior. 

“What are you even saying?” Sehun retorts, smacking his chest.

“Hm? Nothing…babe. Nothing at all.”

When they find Subin, she calls them a fiesty, adorable couple. Jongin could feel bile sweeping up his throat. In other words, Sehun’s done this more times than Jongin. He knows what he’a doing. Nothing can go wrong with Sehun by his side. 

Sehun asks for Subin's undivided attention, giving Jongin a wink. Jongin doesn't know how it happens but his mother comes back and pats his back, telling him to be careful today.

"Don't worry I will make sure he eats right and has enough energy for tomorrow," Sehun chirps, sticking himself to Jongin's side.

The moment she scurries off, yelling at Chef Kyungsoo for being irresponsibly late, the couple finds their distance. Sehun brushes himself off, meanwhile Jongin comes up with an endless list to rile up his boyfriend.

Jongin didn't have to come to the rehearsal. 

He doesn't care about the sparkly black and silver decorations or if the seats look perfectly unaligned. The balloons look more than enough and the streamers are plenty as well. Chanyeol seems like a decent DJ, owning the turntables and Jongin doesn't know what else he's supposed to say, especially if he isn't the one controlling the music. Subin only wants clean top hits to play. He can say he is thrilled to actually eat a portion of each dish for tomorrow. 

Subin tucks a napkin into Jongin's chest, earning a giggle from his left. Of course Sehun stares at him with a baffled look. 

"I didn't know you were such a mama's boy," Sehun muses.

"He's not," Subin says, "I spoil him without being told. It's what a good mother does."

The three of them share a table. Jongin doesn't know where his father went and he's glad that his aunts have their own table. He hasn't seen his sister or any of the younger family members yet. 

If he was Sehun, he'd ask for a raise for attending this useless rehearsal.

But once the food is served, Jongin is animatedly scarfing it all down, not regretting a single thing. The steak is cooked medium-rare with a sweet and savory sauce. He has crunchy lime shrimp skewers, coaled to perfection. There's even a refreshing salad bar with way too many toppings to count. Jongin appreciates the tiny gesture of being able to choose the beverages a few weeks back because this chardonnay white wine really does justice with the meal. 

“So, how is Jongin with you?” Subin asks politely. Jongin has to stifle a laugh.

“Jongin is the perfect man. Sweet, thoughtful, kind. Did you know, he spent such a long time coming up with the right words to make me his?”

Subin beams brightly. “My charming man. And you? What do you provide for him?”

Jongin decides to quip in, “We don’t have set roles for each other. I don’t expect him to cook or clean if that’s what you’re asking him. We don’t live a domestic life, not really.”

”Not yet,” Sehun says, curling into Jongin’s side. “I do bring him homemade meals very often, and I give him my shoulder when he needs it. Jongin’s right—we don’t entitle ourselves to little things like that, yet. I want to though.”

”That’s the perfect response. Sorry I intruded otherwise.”

Sehun excuses himself to the restroom, leaving his bag with Jongin. There's something that catches his attention, but first, he wants to ask a question that he's been dying to all weekend.

"Mom?" Jongin taps the table, trying to get her attention. “Hey. I wanted to know what you think about Sehun. I mean… I know dad never cared too much about who I dated. You did, but not a whole lot either.”

“I know that I was not that involved with your previous relationship partners, but you are only getting older. I want to care now."

It's different. Something threatens to prick the corner of Jongin's eyes because his mother is not as affectionate as she seems to be.

"Do you mean it?" he asks softly.

"One of the main reasons for throwing this party is to see you have a good time and to really try to understand you."

Jongin lets out a tiresome sigh. "Then why didn't you just let me plan that?"

"Like you know what's best…"

There it is again. She's definitely back to her usual, insensitive self. 

Sehun arrives before he could do a little digging. He properly guts Jongin when he shoves his bag into Jongin’s lap to reclaim his spot. Jongin is vowing to be Sehun’s lap dog for the weekend, because he’s got a few tricks up his own sleeves too. 

"You're such a baby, is the cocktail sauce too spiked for you?"

Jongin scoffs at Sehun's accusation. "No, shut up."

Jongin is the first to excuse himself, earning perplexed eyes from his parents. He already announced his departure, so his mind is fuzzy as he parades to the exit. Then it hits him when he nearly bumps into Kyungsoo the Chef as he is on his way out too. Jongin's entire body comes to a halt when he realizes he got up without batting a single lash in Sehun’s direction. 

"Shit," he mumbles, " right ." He makes a beeline back to his table, instantly tapping Sehun on the shoulder. "Babe, it's late. Coming with?"

"Oh, we have big plans tomorrow," Sehun announces to Subin, not really acknowledging Jongin's presence whatsoever. 

Jongin grimaces when Sehun kisses his mother's cheek. How close did they get in less than a quarter of the day?

Sehun is holding Jongin's hand all the way through the ballroom, up until they make a sharp left turn. He wipes his hands on his jeans as if he's afraid of contracting nonexistent cooties that Jongin carries. As they're in the elevator, Jongin is kind enough to let a family of strangers enter before him. Sehun doesn't bother to hold the door open afterwards, leaving Jongin to ogle at the door shutting with half an inch of Sehun's annoying face visible right before it closes entirely.

Jongin decides not to go back to the room just yet.

There's an outdoor patio on this floor, alongside the hotel gym.

"Where the hell are you?" Jongin says, first thing upon Baekhyun picking up the call.

"I'm going to check in at noon, man."

Jongin tries to jog his member because he doesn't recall that being the plan. But it's not important right now, so he opts on commenting, "I need to ask you something."

"Yeah, what? Do you not know how to open the ironing board?"

"What? No. I go to enough hotels to know how it works."

Baekhyun hums from the other line. "My bad, I thought your mommy didn't do your drycleaning on time."

"Baek," Jongin whines. "Just help."

There's some shuffling and Jongin thinks his best friend is getting comfortable to endure this conversation. If anyone knows Jongin best, it's Byun Baekhyun. He knows it's going to be a long ride, and he's already preparing himself for it. All Baekhyun wants in return for being a good friend is for Jongin to host a babyshower for his significant other one day. It's an infeasible request, so Jongin always wondered if that was a pathetic jest.

"I'm all ears."

Jongin doesn't know what boldness prompts him to confide in Baekhyun of all people, but of course, who else is he supposed to ask? All of the corks and screws in his brain maneuver in slow motion before he can finally muster up the big question, "How do I rile up Sehun?"

"Excuse me? Why?" Baekhyun's tone is violent—cynical, sure.

"How do I do it?" 

"Um, don't."

"I'm not gonna hurt him," Jongin sputters, taken aback by Baekhyun's seriousness. "I don't want to make Sehun uncomfortable, but irritated enough," he declares with a firm tone, hoping he comes across Baekhyun more clearly. He doesn't have bad intentions and the last thing he wants to do is wound Baekhyun's playtoy, or whatever.

Baekhyun finally loosens up, releasing a booming laugh. Jongin can practically see him wiping fake tears from his eyes. He catches his breath after a boring minute and then begins, "Shit, geez. I told you he's hard to handle. So, let me let you in on one thing."

Jongin leans into his seat, admiring the white moon peeking through the cracks of a few buildings. "Listening…" 

"Sehun hates attention, but your world must revolve around him."

"That makes no fucking sense, thanks a lot," Jongin guffaws, humorously unimpressed by the lack of support. 

Baekhyun sighs. "Hold on, alright?" There's a sipping sound, and only Baekhyun will drink the night before an early schedule. "As I was saying, Sehun will act like he hates your compliments. Don't talk about his looks unless you're fucking him. Wait, did you get the sexwork package?"

"No! I don't do sloppy seconds with you, you know that," Jongin stammers, involuntarily pulling his collar away from his neck. "It's just a public escort thing. I'm not gonna get physical with him."

"You say that for now."

Jongin adjuts in his seat, loathing this conversation. Baekhyun can be daring, an idiot that's for sure, but he's more daring than anything else. That's what happens when you get too comfortable after fifteen years of friendship. He quickly starts to explain, even though it may be useless to someone like Baekhyun, "I mean we were holding hands, and like…he kissed my cheek. We are not getting sexual—that is what I mean, Byun!"

"I know that. I stand by my previous comment."

"Shut up. You were saying?"

Baekhyun clicks his tongue before responding, "Sehun pretends like he doesn't eat compliments off your hands but you will notice how much he loves it. Up to you on whether you'll test the waters with him. Also, even though he's just a fake date to you, he really likes to play. If you're caught checking out another ass, he will get mad. He's feisty, but a committed one at that."

"Noted," Jongin says, though being completely unsure of how to retain any of this information. 

♡

Sehun doesn't bother to ask Jongin where he was last night. He does bombard him with mountains of pillows, thwacking him left and right, trying to get him to regain consciousness. 

"What, what, Sehun?" Jongin groans groggily as he screws his eyes shut tighter, if that's even possible. He can't believe someone could be so insufferable—given the fact that they are also complete strangers, and one of them is getting paid to act like something he isn't. Isn't Sehun afraid of him, and what he might do?  "Are you afraid?" he asks, not really aware of himself openly vocalizing his thoughts.

"Of what?" Sehun growls, and the loudness of it, it's like a bulldozer in Jongin's ears. "Scared of you? I learned that your mom has all the power here. What am I afraid of exactly?"

Jongin licks his lips and slowly mumbles, "If I don't pay you?"

"I'll expose your sorry ass."

“And if I expose you?”

“I like a challenge,” Sehun retorts with a determined tone.

Jongin mindlessly reaches for the first thing he feels, and pulls—hard. His lungs collapse when he feels the heaviness that lands on his upper body. His breath is taken away when he finally cracks his eyes open, catching sight of Sehun on top of him. The flustered escort quickly pulls his arm away from Jongin’s personal space and scrambles off of him. It’s the first time Jongin’s seen him like this. He knows it won’t be the last. 

“Just get up. I want to go out already,” Sehun complains before dashing out of his room.

Jongin wonders if looking for an actual date would’ve been better than this. He would’ve swept them off their feet, not stuff their pockets with money. He would’ve gotten to know them and maybe slowly fall in love, unlike wanting to rip Sehun’s head off his body or plot his unexpected absence. 

It’s strange. Jongin doesn’t hate Sehun. There’s definitely something about him. A stop sign is tedious, but it gets the job done and Jongin can’t possibly hate it for just being a natural nuisance. Jongin has crossed the point in his life where he has a paid escort as a boyfriend to impress his parents, all while comparing him to a traffic object. This is where he stands on his birthday. 

At least he cleans up nice and fresh to start off, besides all of that . He is certain his mother forced his stylist to prepare an outfit for the evening, so it’s no use in dressing up too nicely just yet. 

Definitely too soon to dress nice because once he and Sehun meet in the main entryway, Sehun is telling him that they’re going wakeboarding.

“You didn’t say anything about that,” Jongin retorts, feeling the rippling creases on his forehead. 

Sehun stifles a bitter laugh, “You didn’t say anything about where you went last night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’re clients. If I can recall the contract, we do our own things when we aren’t entitled to my public events.” 

“I’m not surprised you failed to read the fine print. We do as I like when I’m not being your date. Remember, it’s because I am working full time but unpaid by the hour,” Sehun says polishedly, in a way that Jongin hates because it seems too arousing  for this moment right now. 

“Fuck!” Jongin groans and slams his fist into the centerpiece table. It’s more of a whiny tantrum than a ferocious outburst. 

“Honestly, it’s much easier hiring me as a sexworker than this. But I get more perks out of being an escort. Didn't Baekhyun teach you anything?”

A recollection erupts in Jongin’s mind. “He did,” he mumbles beneath his breath. 

“You said something, dear?”

Jongin didn’t expect for Sehun to hear him, so he simply says, “Nothing.”

“Great. So, you look ready to hit the waves. Let’s go.” Sehun says while tugging his tote over his shoulder. 

Jongin mindlessly follows in tow like one half of a married couple, no rights to refute a single thing.

His greatest fear was taking advantage of someone in this line of work. He never thought he would be putty in their hands. Now he knows, he’s not being held captive by just anyone , but Oh Sehun. 

In the elevator, across from him Jongin can see the sheen of sunscreen on his bare shoulders. The scent of coconut and warm summer days stir together in the tight space. 

His eyes aren’t shy, he knows what he likes when he sees it. He might not be naturally flirtatious and brazen, but he is capable of shifting on queue, so long as he has intent. 

Oh, it would be a birthday wish come true if Jongin could have Sehun in the palm of his hands this weekend. 

“I never noticed you had such radiating skin,” Jongin starts. It’s a harmless comment. 

“It's sunscreen.”

Does Sehun understand kindness? Surely he does because around the Kim family, he is a rare gem with twinkling stars in his eyes, shooting specks of glitter out of his ass. They are blinded by Sehun’s kindness, they don’t realize that he’s slapping Jongin around like a wet rolled up towel whenever no one’s looking.

And when Sehun leaves the elevator first, Jongin lets his eyes wander south—just a little bit. His lower half is clad in tight black spandex as if he were going on a professional bike ride. Wide, bouncy, plush. It doesn’t really leave much to imagine. 

It’s ten in the morning and there is a trolly prepared to take them deeper into the island where the water sports are located. There’s a random brochure tucked into the window that Jongin ends up picking at. Indoor surfing, banana boats, and yet Sehun had to choose the most difficult, physically demanding activity. As if he’s trying to wear out Jongin before his big night. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Jongin asks just to pass the time. 

The other island is supposedly just a few miles away, but because they’re on a snail trolley, there’s no telling how longer it would take. 

“It’s a hobby of mine.”

“Do you have any other hobbies?”

Sehun narrows his eyes at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Jongin looks away from Sehun, annoyingly facing out the window instead. “I thought you said clients can become friends.”

“Yeah but you’re still not my favorite person, so.”

“What have I done?” Jongin snaps, cocking his head so rapidly into Sehun’s direction his head might as well snap off his neck. “I don’t really know why you’ve had a broomstick up your ass the entire two days with me. We’re strangers, I’m not sure how you could hate someone you barely know.”

Sehun emits a tiny noise in protest. He sounds like a cat who doesn’t want attention while being petted, Jongin hates the way he feels moved right now. “I don’t want to get into this.”

Jongin steals the brochure that Sehun pretends to be occupied with. “Listen I’m going to be here with you for another two days, so I’d like to at least be civilized.”

“Fine, fine. And get your hands off me!”

Jongin brings his hands into his lap, completely unaware that a moment ago, they wandered onto Sehun’s knees. “Sorry,” he coughs out awkwardly. 

Their squabble comes to an end, matched with the trolley’s movement. 

Sehun takes his precious time exiting their row, then he quickly realizes that he’s waiting for other passengers to leave first. Jongin should stop being surprised that Sehun is good-natured to everybody besides him. 

“I saw that there are lessons with an instructor. Is that what you’re doing or are you freestyling?” 

Jongin is extremely keen on getting on Sehun’s food side so he can have an enjoyable birthday, as if his intolerant mother wasn’t already enough. 

Sehun actually engages with him by answering, “Yeah. It’s been a while so I booked a two hour slot with an instructior.”

“Good, we’re making progress,” Jongin grins. 

“And you’re paying.”

Jongin is staring at the ground when he scoffs, “Figured.”

“For two students.”

That is the comment that causes Jongin to cock his head in Sehun’s direction with eyes like saucers. “No, no no no. No. I didn’t agree to this.”

“I already booked the appointment. It’s rude to cancel at the last minute. And honestly, what did you expect? To sit and watch me? Creep.”

“Yes! I fully expected to sit pretty on the wakeboard as you showed some moves. I don’t want to interact with someone else!”

“Well sweetheart, here we are. Learning together.”

Jongin barely processes the fact that they are standing in front of a shady booth—he’s referring to the umbrella above the rustic stand. The teacher is in a fitted, full body dive suit and Jongin can trace the outline of his muscles with his eyes. Hm, something about wakeboarding won’t be so tedious after all. 

Their instructor introduces themselves as Johnny, a professional in the art for twelve years. At least Jongin will be in the hands of an expert. 

Johnny directs them to get fitted in their shop. Sehun spots a rack of souvenir magnets, spinning the display with moon eyes. 

“Aren’t you going to follow him?” Jongin says, shoving Sehun’s shoulder. 

“Huh, oh yeah,” Sehun mutters, then scurries off to where Johnny disappeared to. 

A humorous bubble of laughter escapes Jongin’s lips when Johnny mentions that they do not wear undergarments beneath their wetsuits. Sehun appears nonchalant but Jongin can’t say he’s surprised. Sehun is not the type to be shy around others. He’s even packing, if the half a second glance was enough for Jongin to make a fair judgment. 

After they get fitted and receive their attire, Johnny leaves them in the same dressing room. Sehun rolls his eyes before shamelessly stripping in front of him. He's definitely got a problem with him and his eye rolls—one day his eyes will just get stuck, staring at the top of his head. Jongin ends up sharing the same expression and looks away to change. By the time he's got his arms and legs in the tight material, he realizes he has no choice but to beg Sehun for help to zip up the backside.

Sehun is already staring at him when he turns around. "Do you know you have a beauty mark by your asscheeks?" he says as if it’s the most casual thing to ever talk about. 

"Uh, yeah…anyway, can you help me zip up?"

Sehun gives Jongin a dismissive wave before closing their distance and turning Jongin around. He ignores Sehun's bare fingers grazing his spine before he seals up the wetsuit. He's not being romantic or anything but it's hot to the touch, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake. 

"Alright, come on, before he thinks we're fucking or something," Sehun utters then tugs the curtain open.

They find Johnny in the back with three boards. Fortunately, he's a great teacher, starting off by getting them familiar with body mechanics and how it feels to stand on the board. Sehun doesn't notice Jongin's entire attention on him, eyes raking down his thick thighs and slim calves. Johnny is such a professional, not batting an eyelash in the direction of Sehun's exaggeratedly jutted out ass. Sehun would get onto his stomach, and arch his back in the slightest way that is too obvious to be a coincidence. 

By the time they get to get into the water, Jongin is a spluttering mess, falling beneath the waves every time he tries to get up. Sehun is an expert, Jongin thinks he was faking his ameatur act this entire time. There's no way Sehun didn't have practice before this very moment. He mentioned that he liked the sport, but Jongin didn't know it was enough to avoid plunging into the water after each thrust of the waves. 

Jongin comes out of the water like seaweed, flopping on the surface as he chokes. Sehun successfully rode multiple waves and even drifted onto shore with a pose on his board. Johnny is just as impressed as Jongin. The only difference is that Johnny shows it. 

"Your boyfriend is a natural," is what Johnny says, prompting Jongin to play the proud boyfriend in the audience at a talent show.  

Jongin's body is sore by the time they get back onto the trolley. Sehun has a seashell clip in his hair and Jongin would be lying if he said Sehun wasn't so pretty with it. 

Sehun refuses to go to a boutique smelling like sea water, despite them being on a literal beach resort. Jongin claims nobody would judge or even care, but Sehun sharply comments, “I care.” 

Surprisingly enough, Sehun only takes about ten minutes to freshen up with a quick shower whereas Jongin just throws on a different set of shorts. His natural scent is accompanied with the saltiness from the ocean, but he could care less. It's not like he can actually flirt with anyone, so long Sehun is dangling off his arm the entire night. Jongin suddenly reasons that there wouldn't be any harm in playing around for a bit.

Unlike the congested walkways through the second floor of the resort, the boutique is quiet. Delight sells an ungenerous amount of quantity per product. Their shelves and racks are full enough if someone did want a spree, though. Someone like Oh Sehun who has Jongin walking around with three different dress shirts hooked over his shoulder. Jongin is already aching from this, on top of the grueling physical activity earlier. He doesn't want to feel another kind of pang when he sees the total, so he plans to give Sehun his credit card to swipe. 

"We've been here for ten minutes," Jongin complains with a whine, staring at the naked mannequin in front of him. "They should put clothes on that," he mumbles mindlessly when Sehun doesn't respond to his first comment. 

"Pervert."

Jongin sighs. "I knew that would be the only thing you'd reply to."

"Then keep those thoughts to yourself," Sehun retorts.

“Wanted to make sure you’re listening to me.”

“Of course I am, babe. I’m your boyfriend.” Sehun pushes Jongin in the direction of the cash register. “Now, boyfriend , pay up.”

They walk out with three, large Delight Boutique bags. Jongin definitely decides against looking at his bank statement. He might be loaded, but again unlike his parents, Jongin is conscious of his spending. He certainly wouldn’t buy three of the same shirts (in different colors) like Sehun. 

Sehun is doing his makeup—post complaining about Jongin’s lack of getting ready—when there’s a knock on the door. 

“I told you a stylist was coming for me,” Jongin assures as he opens the door. 

“I told you I could help but fine whatever,” Sehun mutters with a snarky attitude. 

“That’s not on your requirements as a—“

“Of course it is,” Taeyong chirps as he struts into the room. “A boyfie has rights in helping you get ready.” 

Jongin clicks his tongue. “Why are you on his side? You don’t even know what we’re talking about.”

“Hi, I’m Taeyong. Jongin’s favorite stylist,” he says with a curt head bow. “You must be the man of the party—the one the Kim’s have been gushing over.”

“That’s a weird way to put it. Nobody will be gushing ,” Jongin says with a cringe. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sehun responds warmly. “I hope you do something about his head nest.”

“Yeah, it’s really oily. Even after a day, you could fry chicken with that grease.”

Jongin gives them a sulky look as they share a fit of laughter, bonding over rude comments towards Jongin. He just snatches the suit cover from Taeyong and marches into his bedroom to change. When he undoes the cover, his words are caught in his throat from the vibrant shade of red. He is going to wear a flamboyant red suit on his birthday. He does not have a choice because whatever clothing Taeyong provides, Jongin must wear.

As it turns out, Jongin is filled with amusement when he lays eyes on his own reflection. Slipping his legs into the pants was too easy, so he had a feeling they’d look good. He didn’t think he’d look this stunning. The red slacks hug his thighs and bring out his lean height. He wasn’t provided a top beneath his coat so there is a revealing line of cleavage that traces down to the first row of his toned abs. Jongin is certain his stylist will want to paint him with a glistening shimmer for emphasis. 

Jongin struts out of his room confidently and gives his small audience a twirl, closing his presentation with a wink in Sehun’s direction. 

“How do I look?”

“Very handsome as ever,” Taeyong says. “Who am I kidding? You’re on fire and I have got to add some oil to your chest!”

Jongin faces Sehun and gets deep into his space. He pockets his hand and let’s a smug grin creep up onto his face before asking, “Could you have pulled this off for me, boyfie ?”

“I—it’s whatever . Makes you look like you’re the devil's spawn.” 

“Say you want a sex incubus feeding off you,” Jongin voices, poking Sehun’s tummy. 

Sehun looks over Jongin’s shoulder. “Was it your goal to make him cocky? He’s being a dick.”

“Isn’t he always?”

“No, he’s usually nice.” Jongin knows Sehun didn’t mean to say it out loud because he shuts his eyes tightly and curses himself. 

Taeyong makes a gentle ahhh sound. “It’s because you're his boyfriend. He’s always going to be a sweetheart with you. All Jongin does is tease.”

Jongin takes his place at the powder desk, sitting on the chair. It’s facing the room with Sehun buried into the couch instead of the mirror. Jongin spots what he thinks is a pouty lip on Sehun’s face. It’s endearing to see Sehun slipping up. Jongin knows Sehun finds him good looking in this suit. And now Jongin knows that he’s a decent person in Sehun’s mind. It wouldn’t hurt to push Sehun a little more. 

“Come here,” Jongin muses with a suggestive grin, patting his lap. 

Taeyong crosses his arms and gives him a disapproving look. “That’s hardly appropriate.”

“Why not? It’s not like you haven’t done my makeup while sitting on my thighs before.” 

“That’s before you had a boyfriend. Come on Jongin, this is so unlike you. Don’t be like this. He’s like, right there ,” Taeyong hisses under breath.

Their whisper-shouting is obviously lacking discretion because Sehun is starring in their direction unphased. His eyes bore to the back of Taeyong’s body with beady eyes of disgust and Jongin thinks he plays his part very well. Jongin even gives a tiny round of applause before leaning into his seat to get his makeup done professionally . Taeyong just quirks his eyebrow then flicks his forehead. 

“Don’t be a dumbass,” Taeyong mutters. He turns around and does a complete bow, head reaching his knees apologetically. “Sorry for our behavior, Sehun.”

“Honestly, me and Sehun aren’t—“

“—the jealous type,” Sehun interjects, “it’s fine really.”

“Well, it’s not fine by me. I don’t dry hump taken men,” Taeyong grimaces. “You’re disgusting,” he snaps, teasingly , but Sehun chuckles anyhow. 

Jongin gets poked in the eye by Taeyong’s brush which is a punishment because Taeyong is so seasoned, he would never do that otherwise. He calls Sehun over to massage the oils into Jongin’s skin before he coats it with highlighter. Sehun’s gentle fingers burn his chest—the soft traces from his collarbones, perky nipples, and down his stomach fill Jongin’s head with cloudiness. Taeyong suggests if he should leave them alone for a minute. Sehun declines and pulls away like he’s touched fire. He doesn’t know that he’s the flame. 

Sehun downs a bottle of water then washes his hands. Jongin feels triumph, knowing he manages to affect his ballsy, pretend boyfriend. 

When Taeyong bids Jongin a happy birthday and excuses himself, Sehun stomps over to him and pinches his cheek like an angry crab who does arm ( claw ) day seven times a week. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” Jongin says cluelessly—but not really, this is just one of his motives to rile up the pretty, bratty Oh Sehun. 

“You wanna sleep with him tonight?”

“Oh, do I! Usually, yeah. What about it?” 

Sehun shakes in his place as he groans. Jongin notices his frustration, almost sees steam fuming from his ears. “Just don’t. Got it? You’re mine. I am not being booked for you to think about another man while you have me.”

“Hm, that’s not on the contract,” Jongin whistles. 

“Shut up. It doesn’t have to be. It’s my policy.”

“ Okay… ” Jongin responds, almost childlike. It’s a winning point for Jongin! 

The colors aren’t Jongin’s favorite. He doesn’t remember how the place looked during the rehearsals because it was the last thing on Jongin’s mind. He appreciates the swirly streamers and the balloon arches. The bar looks fuller than yesterday and the dessert table is completely covered. So long as his family and closest friends enjoy the night, he could care less about the unfamiliar faces’ expectations with the party. 

Jongin mindlessly parades around with Sehun by his side as he looks for someone—anyone he recognizes. 

That’s when he spots Jiyeon with open arms, already hurdling over to him. 

“Hi, I’m the eldest sister. Pleasure to finally meet you,” Jiyeon introduces. She pinches Jongin’s nose and snarls, “I’m not happy he didn’t tell me sooner.”

“It’s my bad,” Sehun says, bringing Jongin closer to him so that her grip naturally falters. “I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Aw, no worries. Welcome to the family!”

Jongin tries to keep his composure when he hears that. It’s odd. It’s been far too long since Jongin’s brought anyone to meet his family with a real meaning to it. A part of him feels guilty for playing pretend. Then he remembers that his parents might’ve set him up with someone completely his opposite anyway. 

“Family reunion!” The loudest man he knows chants from behind them. “Family family family! Happy happy birthday!”

Baekhyun, Jungha and Taeyong circle around. It’s Jungha who hugs him first. He receives an ass slapping on either cheeks from Baekhyun and Taeyong as they cheer him on for aging. 

“A word,” Baekhyun mutters, pulling on the arm that isn’t leached by Sehun. When they’re out of earshot from the others, Baekhyun asks, “So, how is he? Misbehaving at all?”

“He’s a little frustrating but kinda cool I guess.”

“Kinda?”

Jongin glances at Sehun, drinking in his beautiful presence. “He hasn’t given me a reason to like him but he’s hot.”

“You trying to fuck?”

“I’m trying to fuck my stylist but Sehun’s just being a cock block, that’s about it.”

“Mhm…” Baekhyun mumbles. “Alright, good.”

“Good? As in good talk?”

Baekhyun gives him a firm back pat. “Good party. Happy birthday, anyway let’s get back. Your parents were looking for you. So get that over with then we can party !”

Jongin pulls Sehun into him, unnecessarily harsh just because he isn’t too happy with the mention of his parents. He tells the group just that—he’s gotta find his parents and thank them before they bite his head off. His sisters give him an apologetic look. Taeyong is giving him a thumbs up and Baekhyun can’t seem to take his eyes off the arm around Sehun’s waist. 

“Check out the photo booth before seeing them,” Jungha mentions, pointing in its direction. 

“Yeah, you could use some stalling,” Sehun mumbles, dragging him towards it. 

Jongin gets inside and collapses when his ass meets the seat. He heaves an irritated sigh and dips his head back. The bright light makes things worse. He feels a hand on his lap, gently caressing him and it’s doing the bare minimum to ease the tension away from him. 

“Let’s do some goofy poses. Look, there are props.”

“How old do they think I’m turning? Why do they want to have a booth, and props! Do they have a popcorn machine here too?” Jongin grumbles with his arms crossed. 

“No, but there’s a cotton candy machine,” Sehun says with a small smile.”

“Fuck!” 

Sehun pats his cheek. “Quiet or else they’ll think I’m giving you head.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad—I mean of course not but yeah.” Jongin looks away awkwardly, staring at Sehun’s grinning face through the camera screen. 

Sehun starts pressing random buttons until there’s a countdown. He doesn’t reach for any props but Sehun holds up a mustache on a stick for him while he wears a feather boa. 

“This is like…a gangster and his bitch,” Sehun quips, laughing at the preview. 

“That’s insulting,” Jongin murmurs.

“Alright, fine, no props.” 

For their second photo, Sehun placed his hands on Jongin’s shoulder and props his chin on them. Jongin musters a decent smile all because Sehun’s own smile is very infectious. He smiles with all his teeth, and his eyes create the most endearing eye smile. Jongin would be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of him. He might be frustrating, but beneath that, he looks like an angel most of the time.

“I’m not good at this stuff. I hardly have any idea—“

Sehun is kissing him. Like, his mouth is on Jongin’s neck with puckered lips. And Jongin’s neck is on fire from the tiny swipe of Sehun’s tongue. The shutter goes off and Sehun pulls away as if he didn’t try to claim Jongin’s neck. 

“Alright. That was fun. Time for your torment,” Sehun says, opening the curtains. 

“Why do you have to put it like that— great .” 

Jongin’s parents are standing right in front of the booth, standing out brighter than the birthday boy himself. It’s no surprise his mom looks way better than him. Meanwhile his dad, well they almost have matching suits. His is navy blue instead and is no one talking about how he’s too old to show his chest like that? Or is Jongin just being ageist because his dad is still a CEO after all. 

“As expected, Taeyong did a good job,” Subin remarks, making his collar extra crisp. 

Jongin gawks. “I’m the one wearing it. What did he do exactly?”

“Anyway, Sehun, you look extraordinary as well. What is this? YSL, LV, maybe Prada?”

Sehun folds his hands in front of himself with a gentle shrug. “Jongin got this for me at the boutique.”

“Only you could pull something off like this. Next time, tell Jongin to buy you a brand named suit.”

Jongin doesn’t miss Sehun’s rapid blinking. He decides to excuse them away from what could be a greater fire. 

“Sorry about that,” Jongin mutters. “It’s not me. I don’t usually care about stuff like that. Uri and my siblings don’t either. Just her.”

“I get it. It’s whatever, rich people's comments don’t affect me. But she also wasn’t wrong there—most of my clients prepare an outfit for me that is around their level.”

“Uh, noted. But I’m most likely not doing this again so…” Jongin trails off awkwardly. “Do you want to eat?”

The night plays like any party would. It might be extravagant with dozens of people he doesn’t know, but it follows the same agenda as most parties. Jongin and Sehun eat at a jam-packed table with his family. He is forced to mingle with his cousins he doesn’t normally talk to. Sehun just swings off his arm the entire time, building a bit of sweat from both their arms.

It’s when Sehun excuses himself from Jongin’s side, Jongin starts to grow worried. His family members could be pestering him about his job—they’ve been good about not mentioning what Sehun does for a living. Someone else might be stealing an unrespectable amount of his time and Jongin doesn’t need to see that.

The lights go dim and there's applause. Jongin turns around and finds Sehun rolling a cart with a massive cake on top. It’s so big, he hardly meets Sehun’s eyes. He just recognizes the eyebrows. The cake is three layers high, wrapped in maroon fondue and black polka dots. Happy Birthday, Kai! it reads. Jongin tries not to show disappointment with his lack of real name and a candle with his age. His mother wouldn’t want to show people that he’s aging on his birthday, goodness no.

Sehun leaves Jongin more breathless than the cake itself. The candles create a bright sheen on Sehun’s cheeks, the glow shines in his eyes. Jongin baeks in his guests singing to him but all his attention is on Oh Sehun. His lips move as he sings along, but Jongin hears none of it. He is captivated in the moment of Sehun standing before him with the happiest smile Jongin has ever seen on him. 

Baekhyun shoves Jongin forward, shouting at him to blow the candles. Jongin becomes aware of the moment. Everyone caught him dazed off and staring, but of course they suspect nothing of it. Sehun is Jongin’s boyfriend in their eyes. Jongin finally makes a wish about health and prosperity. He may or may not ask for a life with Sehun in it. Sehun scoots the cake closer to him and Jongin blows out the candles, never removing his eyes off Sehun’s own. 

A moment passes for everyone to eat their cake and in the middle of their indulging, Subin insists on putting on a performance. Jongin chuckles, wondering why must be in store, but suddenly she’s hurrying to Jongin’s side with the mic. 

“Let’s give a round of applause to the birthday boy and his beautiful lover!”

“Mom! What!”

“Gift us with a beautiful dance. This is the least you can do to thank your guests, sweetheart.”

Sehun doesn’t protest, getting up and waiting for Jongin to claim his side. Jongin has no choice but to follow his boyfriend . The slow music fades in, Sehun pulls him close and drapes his arms over Jongin’s shoulders. 

“Tonight is surprisingly fun,” Sehun admits in a quiet voice. 

Jongin nods “I’m surprised too. It wasn’t what I expected. My mom actually thought of me, a little more than usual.”

“Like the cake flavor?” Sehun says with a laugh. 

“That’s one of them,” Jongin adds to the playfulness. 

Sehun hooks his chin over Jongin’s shoulder, burying his cheek against Jongin’s neck. “This is a booking worth remembering.” 

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’d ever forget it.”

They sway just like that for the duration of the song. The proximity of their chests are a force to be reckoned with—inseparable. Jongin’s fingers barely make a dent in Sehun’s suit, but he still feels like he’s holding the entire world beneath his palms. Sehun smells so good with his rich earthy scent and his body feels so warm, perfectly fitting in Jongin’s arms. There’s no place he’d rather be. Then the music cuts and Sehun pulls away quickly. Jongin is punished with the reality that Sehun is not really his. 

“That was too cute, boys. Now come Jongin, let’s have a sibling toast,” Jungha says, kicking his ankle.

Jiyeon interjects respectfully, “If that’s alright with you, Sehun.”

“Oh, please, spend some time with him. I do not mind. I need some air anyway,” Sehun says, then nods his head before departing. 

The eldest of them pours their glasses and unlike his sisters, he chugs the drink after their toast. Jungha ends up pouring him another as they chat about the kids and Jungha’s love life. When Sehun is brought to their attention, Jongin answers in short sentences, afraid they’d approach Sehun with small talk, clarifying some of the facts Jongin shares. 

“Have any of you seen Sehun?” Jongin asks the two of them after realizing a lot of time has passed with them. 

Both siblings shake their heads unfortunately and Jongin excuses himself. He asks his mother the same, to no luck. Jongin does a hawk eye movement through the crowd and tries not to fuss over losing him. He ends up chatting away with some of the guests while sporting a drink in his hand. 

Eventually the night falls from its climax and Jongin runs away from his own party. It’s been thirty minutes since Sehun’s disappearance and he’s seeking for his company to lighten the high he feels from the night.

Jongin waits, waits, and waits for Sehun to come back to the hotel room. They shared an eventful night, so he actually wants to confide in him and retell memories of the night. But one hour turns to two, and Sehun is nowhere to be found. He calls and it goes straight through voice mail, suggesting he turned his phone off for the night. Jongin should be concerned, because Sehun is his responsibility during this trip, isn't he?

It's not like Sehun gave him an urgent emergency card with phone numbers like some child who was sent away to camp. Jongin doesn't know who to call. There is only one option and his phone goes straight to voicemail as well. He never turns off his phone and that's enough for Jongin to throw his phone on the nightstand and bury himself into the sheets. 

Jongin definitely has no rights to claim Sehun as his. But Sehun is Jongin's for the weekend, so this makes absolutely no sense. He would be lying if he were to say he isn't jealous. 

♡ 

Sehun sports blotches of red on his neck when he meets Jongin in the bathroom. He doesn't bat an eyelash in Jongin's direction, not even towards his reflection. But Jongin's eyes trace every mark with a burning, livid sensation running through his veins. 

"We should have breakfast," Sehun mumbles as he touches up his lip gloss. Who tainted those lips? Jongin doesn't have to ask. They're swollen and there's a cut in the bottom left corner that didn't exist during Jongin's party.

Did they go to the after party together? Jongin surely didn’t. He forgot that it was a part of the agenda. The only thing he got was an earful from his mother this morning. 

"Alright."

Jongin reminds himself that he is not allowed to be bothered. He will have breakfast in a civilized manner and try to rid of the green goblin in his chest. He makes little to no conversation when they’re on their way to the breakfast bar. The only time he opens his mouth is when he gets his toe squished by a rolling suitcase and has to ask Sehun to wait for a second. It’s only because he doesn’t know the directions to where they’re headed. 

The first person Jongin spots is his mother. He doesn’t know if luck is on his side. She will elevate Sehun and Jongin’s awkwardness but it’s obvious that she wouldn’t stop giving Jongin the motherly, disapproving look with the way Sehun looks completely mauled. And then Jongin would say he didn’t do it? She’ll play along. She definitely wouldn’t believe him. 

“It would be rude if we didn’t sit with her, she already made eye contact with me,” Jongin mumbles to Sehun, making his way through the dining area. 

“Good morning, boys, please. Get yourself a serving and come back so we can eat together,” she says with warmth in her tone. 

Sehun nods politely then scurries off. Jongin waits a beat, expecting his mother to say something. She just looks up at Jongin’s standing figure and shrugs. 

“No berating? Really?”

“You’re how old? I’m surprised he doesn’t want to cover up. You should mention it to him. I wouldn’t want you walking around with all of that .”

Jongin wondered why Sehun didn’t cover his marks. It’s probably his disgusting way of priding himself, paraded in blooming bruises. 

“Does this give you a bad impression of him?” Jongin wonders out loud instead. 

“No. Just wondering why he didn’t give you any.”

Jongin squirms uncomfortably. “I mean like because he’s showing them off. It’s weird, right?”

“It’s weird ?” She repeats, putting her spoon down and facing him again. “I forgot it’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship like this.”

Jongin quickly takes the seat beside her. He glances around to make sure Sehun is nowhere in earshot. “I just don’t really understand why he’d go in public with them. What’s it really mean?”

“Maybe he is proud that someone owns him. That someone loves him like that. As a mother, I wouldn’t want you sporting them but whatever makes either of you two happy.”

“Yeah but—“ Jongin presses his lips together tightly. “Never mind.”

“You wouldn’t do it unless you had a message,” she sings. “At least, not like that . It isn’t subtle, honey.”

Jongin doesn’t take her conversation lightly. All he thinks about is Baekhyun. He has some audacity to claim Jongin’s boyfriend during his birthday weekend. All he sees amongst Baekhyun is his greed, possession, and maybe even bitterness. 

Sehun arrives with a large plate, a bowl full of fruits and an incredible heaping bowl of porridge. Jongin takes that as his queue to get up and fetch his own breakfast. 

Unlike his own catering from last night, there isn’t much variety for breakfast. Though he is aware of their dinner menu, which is much better. He supposes he’ll probably have a meal alone or with his sister later on. But for now, steamed wrapped banana leaf fish and egg porridge will do. 

Jongin sits down, immediately aware of two more parties at their table. Baekhyun and his sister Jungah. 

“How’s it feel to be one year older!” Jungah chirps. 

“You asked me that yesterday.”

“Fine, what do you plan on doing today?”

Jongin shrugs and picks up his spoon. “I dunno. Probably hang out with the kids. Babysit them maybe?”

“Oh, Jongin,” Subin groans, displeased with Jongin's plans. He knows. In such a resort, why does Jongin want to spend time with kids? Just as he expects, she adds, "You have to do something fun!"

“Hm, mom, I'm going to go. I just wanted to say good morning. Mom is right though. But Jongin can do something nice with them too . I think you can take them to the beach later, we'll ask Jiyeon. You haven’t seen them yet, and they’d love that. I’ll join you!"

In between clanking utensils and soft chewing, no more words are exchanged for a couple of minutes. Then Sehun is wiping his mouth with a cloth and announcing, "I'm actually going for a mud bath."

"And Jongin isn't? Geez," Subin comments lousily.

"Oh, uh—"

"He is," Sehun interrupts, planting his hand on Jongin's shoulder. "Before babysitting maybe.” 

"Okay, good, sounds great. I’m done with my meal so I'll see you guys in a bit," she dismisses, not without planting a kiss on Jongin's temple before leaving. 

Jongin goes back to (awkwardly) eating, trying to zone out on Sehun and Baekhyun quietly talking. It's difficult as they are sharing a table with Sehun besides him and Baekhyun across. 

"What are you doing today, B?" Sehun asks.

Jongin shivers at the nickname. Dating way back then, he is certain that Sehun and Baekhyun have known each other for about two years. That's when Baekhyun started talking about this kind of game with him. He was obviously discrete about it because the both of them decided it was best to keep Jongin's innocence, and prevent his head from clouding up. Baekhyun was right about him though. Now that he has a taste of someone like this , he can't get enough.

"Unwind maybe. Had a long night," Baekhyun snickers.

"Tell me about it," Jongin says mindlessly. He bites his lip and mentally curses when he realizes his words are open for the world.

"Yea?"

“No.”

Jongin's best friend raises an eyebrow when they make eye contact. Jongin swears his eye twitches at the sight. He quickly looks away, staring blankly at his remaining banana leaves.

"Had to make it more convincing, right?" Baekhyun says with a chuckle. He leans forward to pat Jongin on the back and Jongin has a tingling urge to shove the touch away, but he knows better than that. "Happy birthday, my friend."

"Right, my mom's proud of me or something…" Jongin responds playfully, like a friend would. Baekhyun would like his comment and not see right through him.

"You're welcome, man." Baekhyun's head drops back as he releases a breathy sigh. "M' so fuckin full," he groans. Sehun has a stupid lip bite as he ogles Baekhyun.

Though one year older today, Jongin finds himself becoming a tantrum-throwing-brat. He gets up and shucks his spoon onto his table, then tucks his seat in aggressively. 

Apparently Sehun didn't mean it when he said Jongin was going to attend the mud bath with him. He comes into Jongin's room telling him he's leaving at 1pm whether Jongin follows or not. Jongin decides he might as well. It's better than being cooped up here, waiting to babysit. Is this what his life is?

When they visit the mud spa together, they are suggested to get sprayed down with water before entering the tubs. Because they mention their long relationship, they end up having to shower together. Their backs turn against one another as they use their own shower head in the dual headed shower. Jongin gets out first and wraps his lower half, whereas Sehun gets out confidently. They've been in a situation like this twice, and Jongin is still in awe with Sehun's body. It's too bad there are marks from another all over him. It's maddening. 

They are led to a private room with two tubs beside each other. Jongin wonders if it's warm. Why mud and what does mud do? If he were more comfortable with Sehun, he would ask. There's just something that made this morning very weird and he decides against talking to Sehun for the rest of the day. He would rather speak to him politely but avoid engaging deeply. 

Jongin can't help the giggle that escapes his lips when the mud grows thick and sticks around his calves. He slowly submerges himself down to the shoulders with a content sigh. It feels ticklish because he isn't used to bathing in thickness like this. It's fun anyhow and he thinks he would regret it if he didn't tag along. There's even a rich, earthy fragrance spreading throughout the room. 

There's a splashing sound and Jongin turns his head to Sehun's tub, catching him with one foot propped on the edge of the tub as he lathers his skin. Jongin quickly averts his eyes, as if he didn't catch sight of Sehun's dick hanging all free and everything. 

Sehun's voice suddenly replaces the ambience. "You know, I don't know why you're acting this way. Suddenly realizing my line of work, right? You shouldn't treat me any different. I think you're being really rude."

Jongin doesn't have a filter when he is being confronted. He blatantly spits, “You could’ve told me you and Baekhyun were exclusive. I would’ve never tainted his territory.”

“You didn’t taint anything. And we’re not—we’re not together or anything, please,” Sehun retaliates.

“Well, I think he has a crush on you.”

“Probably"

Jongin scoffs, “And? You just like to lead people on or something?”

“I’ve warned him. He knows what he’s getting himself into. And—why are you bringing your concerns forward with me? Why don’t you talk to the man himself!” 

Their argument—if you can call it that—snaps Jongin back to life. He can't gather his thoughts logically. He doesn't understand his reason for feeling so bitter. They had a good night, and Jongin slept alone. He wasn't expecting to have Sehun for the night but something about that thought disappoints him. Did he want to sleep with him? Is he that bitter— jealous ?

"Sorry," he mutters quietly. "I just had a good time with you and I thought…"

"You did not sign up to fuck me," Sehun says flatly. It's so firm and aggressive. It frightens Jongin, just a bit. 

"It's not that. I just thought, finally, I'm not alone for my birthday, and you didn't come back." The confession comes out before Jongin can really think things through. He believes himself for this. "Escort or not, I thought I had someone to come back to and just relive my birthday."

"You shouldn't get attached."

That line runs and runs in Jongin's head for the next twenty minutes. He is suffocating with it, and it feels like the mud is piling up on his chest. Heavy, heavy. Everything feels suddenly unbearable. Jongin has to leave. He quickly gets up and rinses off, ignoring the eyes from Sehun which are probably filled with irritation if his furrowed eyebrows are anything to give away. 

Jongin checks out and they give him a nice robe and apologize that his experience was not up to par. When he comes out, he finds his mother waiting at the mud spa's reception, shoving a couple's yoga brochure in his face. 

“But I wanted to take the kids—“

“It’s the hottest hours of the day. Just wait until 4pm and it’ll still be warm enough for them. Look, you’d be able to unwind with this, then freshen up and get the kids ready. Go ahead, why don’t you?” Subin is looking over Jongin's shoulder, causing him to turn around. He doesn't expect to find Sehun in a matching robe. “Seems like Sehun might need it.”

“I guess we’ll go.”

“Good. It’s in twenty minutes.”

Jongin tries to convince her otherwise once more, “Our bodies are nicely cleansed though. It’s not really a good mix—sweating after I mean."

“Boys, this will be an internal cleanse. It shouldn’t matter.”

“I guess," Jongin responds in defeat.

Subin pats Jongin on the back then rubs Sehun's shoulder before making her exit. Each and every time he sees his mother, it's just all about her getting him to do something he doesn't want. This vacation isn't all as cracked up to be, as expected. 

"Hey, why did you leave?"

"I don't know."

Sehun ignores his lack of response and quickly changes the topic, "Okay…so the yoga is pretty soon. Um, we're going, right?"

"I don't really have a choice. Something tells me mom will find out if we flake it."

"You don't have to listen to her," Sehun says. "Don't go if you don't want to."

"Do you want to go?"

Sehun lets his shoulders rise and fall. "No offense, but I've done yoga and I don't think we are that close to be doing some positions together. I mean it's couples yoga. There's bound to be some intimate things. You really seem too disgusted with me to do this."

"For the last time Sehun—I'm not repulsed. I'm not ashamed. I don't care. It's all in your head."

"You don't mind wrapping your arms around me as we do downward dog?" A one sided grin crawls up on Sehun's face.

Jongin tilts his head in confusion. "A what dog?"

"Nothing. I accept that you don't care about who I really am but that means there's something else."

"You're seasoned, you know better and I am not going to say it."

Sehun lets out a tiny sigh and brings Jongin's hand into his own. "Either I will give you space, or we can continue to play it off really nice for the remaining day. Whatever you want."

Jongin knows his heart too well. He usually gets what he wants and enjoys the journey of it. He can't say he's too spirited for this experience but he decides on the latter. It's not going to end well, because Sehun is something else .

They walk hand in hand and Jongin's palms are clammy. It's been two days and they finally don't need triple the time to find their destination.

This is downward dog, Jongin thinks when they enter the yoga studio with portraits of various positions. He gapes at a woman carrying a man over her bent back. He really hopes they aren't doing any of that today.

Sehun signs them in and Jongin stares at his reflection in the glass, very conscious of his sweat. He is so fucking nervous. What gives? Sehun is going to be hot and sweaty bent over in front of him with his fat ass on display, that's what. It's hard to think of this as an innocent stretching session when there are some very suggestive couples poses hung up on the wall. 

"Jongin." 

Jongin jumps with a shriek.

"They're ready to take us in. Don't worry. We can go easy."

Easy is true—at least for now. Jongin's muscles loosen up and he can say there's something exiting his system that is making him feel really good. The child's pose and warriors are simple but so effective. Sehun is a natural, not losing his balance when they get down to the tree and chair. Sehun is beside him but from the corner of his eye, he gets a glimpse of Sehun bent over whenever they do a pose that requires them to touch their toes. 

Sehun gives him a wink as they get on their bottoms to cross the legs over the other, finishing off the first half of the session.

Couple's poses. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is Jongin going to do? 

The couples line up closer together as their instructor brings in another person to her side. He is fit and plays the part of her partner very well. They look good, and that gets Jongin to think about how perfect every paired participant looks in here. They are couples. Jongin and Sehun are just the pair . 

"Jongin, are you listening?" Sehun whispers.

Jongin shakes his head then immediately looks at the pose the instructors are in. Oh, it's not so bad, he thinks. 

The first pose is not limited to couples. It's rather friendly as they sit across one another and tug at each other's arms, getting their partner to really stretch it out. Sehun lets out a whimper that seems less friendly and Jongin ignores the way his dick shamelessly twitches. They do side reaches while holding hands and Jongin gets to let his arms work it out. Sehun giggles when Jongin gasps at a pose requiring the smaller person to plank above the larger. Sehun gets on his back and Jongin basically does sixty-nine clothed. That's a first.

"This is fun, huh?" Sehun says. Jongin catches that same amused look as yesterday. It's the one that reminds Jongin that he can be happy to be in a relationship. Unfortunately, he reminds himself not Sehun, not Sehun though. 

Jongin rolls off with a thud and Sehun rubs his back soothingly. He retracts quickly when Jongin flexes his arms to get the ache out of his system. 

For one of the last few poses of the session, the couples are instructed to get on their knees and hold each other's hands. It's enjoyable, relaxing even, as they bend their backs together. That's when Jongin feels it. He was entirely unprepared for he and Sehun's dicks to rub against each other in this position. It didn't look like that when the instructors did it. Then again they have an incredible body size gap. 

Jongin is undoubtedly semi-hard in public as his crotch rubs against Sehun's own. It's held for thirty seconds like the other poses and Jongin sighs in relief when they can pull away. 

That's just the beginning of Jongin's horny shit storm. 

Sehun was right about being bent over. Jongin is behind him for a number of positions to end the session, helping him bend his body over his toes. Guiding him to tilt his body left and right. Jongin's knees are slightly bent just to respect Sehun's space and avoid poking his dick in various crevices. 

"You're terrible," Sehun says with a chuckle once they step foot out of the studio. "When was the last time you got anything?"

Jongin pokes Sehun's chest and fights back, "Hey, half the guys were hard!"

"Their women wore tight pants with their tits out, I get it. But you?" Sehun looks down to his clothed body. He sports a dry fit tee and loose yoga pants. 

"Honestly, what can I say at this point?" Jongin gives Sehun a look from head to toe and blatantly licks his lips. 

The meeting between the kids and Sehun fills Jongin’s heart to the hilt. They choose to hold Sehun’s hand instead of Jongin’s, leaving him to trudge a cooler and sand umbrella alone. Jungha found a spot ahead of them, only carrying the kids’ belongings. It leaves Jongin a mile away behind the rest of them. 

Their beach towels are laid out and Jungha scolds him when sand flies onto them from his tiresome steps. 

Jongin is instructed to put up the umbrella while Jungha prepares their niece and nephew. When he hasn’t completed his task by the time she’s down with hers, she shoves him away and mutters, “Useless man.” 

“Hey, boyfriend,” Sehun calls. 

Jongin looks in time to find Sehun ripping off his shirt, tossing it over his shoulders. He thrusts a bottle of sunblock in Jongin’s direction with a wink and points to his back. 

“Uh, yeah sure.” 

Sehun lays on his stomach and Jongin doesn’t miss the way his back muscles flex deliciously. If it were Jongin’s choice, he’d lean down and just give his body a good licking. But they’re with children and Sehun wouldn’t appreciate that because Jongin didn’t rent him with sex or whatever he keeps on going on about. 

Jongin lathers his palms with a dollop of sunblock before spreading it throughout Sehun’s body. This is the first time touching him like this. They might have danced with Jongin’s arms wrapped around him last night, that was good. This feeling is beyond that. With Jongin’s shaky hands from Sehun’s warm skin. He feels smooth and tender beneath Jongin’s fingers. 

When Sehun goes breathless beneath him, Jongin decides to claim his personal space back. He folds his knees to his chest and stares at the waves crashing against each other, whatever it takes to distract his mind from the thought of Sehun convulsing from his touches.

“Not useless,” Sehun mutters, quickly getting up when Rahee approaches them. 

“Nini, do you want to build a sandcastle with us!” Rahee insists, already tugging on Jongin’s hand.

“Of course guys,” Jongin answers. “How about we ask if Sehun or Jungah want to join us?”

“Oh!” Raeon interjects. “How about a contest?”

Jungha is finished with jamming that freaking standing umbrella into the sand and comes around just in time to join their conversation, “Nini and Sehun, and you two?”

“No, more like me and Nini, Rahee and Sehun. But that means you don’t have a partner…” Raeon finishes sadly. 

Jungha claps her hand on Raeon’s shoulder. “I’ll be the judge. That sounds fair.”

“Hm, it looks like I’m competing against my boyfriend,” Sehun challenges, a determined grin etched on his face.

Rahee and Raeon have equal play sets so Jongin divides that up and finds a spot to claim as their foundation. Whenever he glances at the other team, he catches Sehun getting incredibly creative with empty water bottles and pieces of Rahee’s granola bar. 

“Jungha fetch us some seashells, why don’t you?” Jongin whistles while waving his hand.

“No.”

Jongin pokes Raeon’s tummy and nudges his head in his aunt's direction. That’s when Raeon says, “Oh please Auntie Jung!” 

“Gosh, I guess I can’t say no to you!“

“Some for us too Auntie!” Sehun chirps, swinging his hands in the air like a petulant child. 

It’s Jongin’s duty to stuff the wet sand into the mold meanwhile Raeon is the one with the master plan. He loves children and loves listening to his nephew, but on the other side, Sehun is the one in charge of everything so long as Rahee tells him what to do. Jongin wants to impress Sehun with his pretty sandcastle but it’s too bad he’s not really allowed to put in any work. Wow, when has playing with the kids become so serious to woo someone? Their mother would not appreciate that coming from Jongin. 

Thankfully Raeon announces that his masterpiece is finished around the same time Rahee says they’re done too. Jongin stops getting ahead of himself and smiles at the castle he and his nephew have created together. Sehun’s own doesn’t look too bad either. It’s actually three layers high, what is he talking about by saying too bad? It’s impressive! 

“How is that possible Uncle Hun!” Raeon gawks. 

“It’s a secret. Next time, choose me on your team.”

“Oh you got it,” he says. 

Sehun pats his shoulder and leans down to inspect his castle. “It’s perfect though, Raeon. Yours is just as nice and magical.” 

“Yeah, thank you. But what does Auntie Jungha think?”

“I think you both did marvelously.”

Raeon complains about the big word but accepts the compliment nonetheless. 

They call for a small snack time, Jungha wanting them to eat while the adults sink into the beach scene for a little. She’s always been such a good auntie and leader. Apparently she’s all for Sehun and Jongin because she won’t stop sneaking photos of them, or giggling whenever their hands touch underneath the sand. 

“Come on guys, let me take a photo for you. Smooch or something, the sun is beautiful behind you,” she insists, already looking at her phone screen. 

Jongin flashes a toothy smile. He does not expect Sehun to lean in and plants a gentle kiss on Jongin’s cheek, holding it until Jungha dismisses it. 

“I’m going to the water,” Jongin says, getting up quickly. 

The children don’t join, claiming they don’t like it. Jungha would rather not wait to dry off. It leaves Jongin with one option. All he does is nod in Sehun’s direction without a verbal invitation. That sends him to his feet, following Jongin’s shadow. Jongin makes sure to pluck Rahee’s tiny surfboard off the sand. 

Jongin winces when the cold water pools his ankles. To his side Sehun nudges him and stares into the distance. Jongin watches the water come and go, pressing against Sehun and Jongin’s unmoving bodies. 

“Want to see a trick?” Jongin says suddenly, reminded of the board he has tucked beneath his underarm. 

“Don’t injure yourself now,” Sehun scoffs. 

Jongin tugs off his shirt, rolling it into a ball for a far chuck. It lands by the lifeguard tower. He races into the water, wincing with how shivering the water feels. It’s worth it when he sees Sehun laughing at him. Jongin swims for a bit, splashing playfully and letting himself get familiar with the tides. Sehun’s eyes stay on him the entire time. Even through his salty lashes, he can see Sehun radiating in the sunlight on the shore. Jongin decides it’s time. He catches a wave and belly flops on the board but he gets caught beneath it all. 

“Jongin! Jongin, Jongin!” he hears above the sound of crashing waves. 

The impact causes the air to knock out of his lungs. His head is spinning and there is water in his nose. He is pulled out of the water, feeling the sand scrape his legs. When Jongin blinks his eyes to consciousness, he finds Sehun’s head shielding him from the sun. He coughs up a cup of water and slumps into Sehun’s hold. 

“Ugh, you’re fine,” Sehun groans and shoves Jongin off his lap. 

“Ah, you were worried?” Jongin says as he caresses the wet sand, dreamily gazing at Sehun above him. 

“No! I’m going back to the kids.” 

The day was so fun, Jongin thinks it was better than his actual birthday. He knows it’s because Sehun played a big role in his day. He made him happy all day, with his witty remarks and precious smile. His presence simply made Jongin’s day. He might’ve been around all yesterday, but something about today just did it for Jongin. 

With such a jam packed schedule, Jongin finds himself knocking out right after the beach and waking up to Sehun with his bag slung over his shoulders. 

Jongin doesn’t get the chance to ask why because Sehun already starts, “It was a pleasure working with you. I figured to head out now because I’d rather leave tonight than in the morning. I overheard that your sister is leaving really early and it doesn’t sound too fun.” 

“Yeah, Jungha and Baek are leaving tonight.”

“Right, so goodnight. Happy birthday. Take care.” 

“Thank you for everything,” Jongin says at last whilst walking Sehun to the front of the room. 

Jongin leans into the closed door and ignores the thought of Sehun and Baekhyun going home together in the same car until they ultimately end up at the same location tonight. 

Something feels unfinished and it hurts. 

♡ 

Jongin burdens himself with the thoughts of Sehun. He didn’t witness Sehun’s smile on too many occasions, but his gentle grin comes to life when Jongin passes by laughing couples. He still smells Sehun’s rosy scent when he gets in his car, driving to who knows where. He does that a lot now. When he isn’t partaking in a photoshoot, he mindlessly drives and even ends up at their cafe. He’s delusional for this, calling it their cafe where they met once. It’s where they met for the first time, and that thought makes Jongin’s stomach rumble with sweet emotions. 

Very often than not, Jongin orders a drink and wonders what could’ve been. Whereas people drink their sorrows away with a sharp pinch in their throat, Jongin orders coffee and imagines holding Sehun for the right reasons. 

Jongin doesn’t even understand why he feels this way. It was a measly weekend with an incredibly entertaining man, someone who hardly treated him right. And yet, he races in Jongin’s mind for hours on top of hours in a day.

The only thing Jongin does to pocket his thoughts of Sehun is checking up on the company. While Jongin doesn’t have an official position within it, he still gets to wander around the office like an (un) busy bee. He is the son of the founders—his name is a part of the makeup line—of course he gets to do whatever he wants. He would visit finances and stare at strange line and pie charts. He pokes his nose into development, rejecting lip shades. Jongin basks in the flirting with the faces of the company, but it doesn’t feel right. 

Half of his week is spent at his own office where he is an unofficial sectariary, forwarding important emails to his mother and other officey work related things. He stalls, not wanting to bother with the tasks that await his destination. 

“Hi, how’s the formula going?” Jongin asks Jongdae, one of the makeup developers. 

“Marketing noticed the rise of  organic products so not only are we vegan and cruelty free, but now organic!” 

“Aren't vegan and organic the same?” Jongin says with a curious brow. 

Jongdae shrugs. “Apparently not to the consumers.”

Jongin gives him a civil nod, signaling his departure. There’s a mailroom worker who curls over Jongin’s authoritative figure. Despite Jongin not having any authority at all, he is still entitled to making people cower beneath him. It’s amusing to check up on Mark Lee and make him squirm with just a smirk. This time he earns a bonus, Mark drops all of his contents onto the ground. 

“I just sorted those,” he whispers to himself in panic. 

“Don’t worry,” Jongin says with a charming smile. “I’ll help you out with that.”

“No, thank you, Mr Kim. I’m sure you’re very occupied with business matters,” Mark says kindly with a bow. 

Mark Lee, one of the most adorable, sweetest workers in the company. Jongin wonders why he can’t feel anything for Mark’s gentle smile. It’s not the same as Sehun’s cute little mouth. There he goes again, thinking about Sehun. It’s either about his features, or how to find them in someone else. 

“Sir?”

Jongin snaps out of his daze. Somehow he caught a vision of Sehun scowling him—but it’s just Mark Lee waving his hand in front of Jongin’s face. 

“Sorry. Just sort these, and I’ll tell your boss I’m giving you an extra break after it. Don’t worry about it,” Jongin offers. 

“But Mr Kim—“

“Nope! Just do your job, I’ve got you covered.”

Geez, that was horrendous. Why did he visit Mark Lee again? Right, if he has no power over Sehun and his feelings for Sehun, at least he can use it on someone else and get a good laugh. Mark Lee is cute, but he doesn’t cut it. Sehun is who he’s always thinking about.

Jongin finally gets to his office and relishes in that fresh leather scent. Sometimes he thinks it needs a touch of something else, like a photo frame or a gifted blanket slinging off the couch. He is hardly here anyway so there’s no need for his office to feel ‘lived in.’ 

On his desk, there is an invitation with Jongin’s name on it. This certainly didn’t go well last time. 

♡

Jongin is fitted in a Christian Dior suit, one that hugs his waist and sports a shiny Rolex too he’s h for his wrist. He needs to show up flashy and proud if he is going to meet his father’s business peers. He is the young face of Kaismetics that everyone is dying to meet. Jongin only started making a name for himself with the company three years ago. He might be doing modeling and desk work but nobody needs to know about the latter. All everyone assumes is that he never lifts a finger because his generous founder parents do everything for him. They aren’t wrong. 

A frown appears on Jongin’s face when Taeyong packs up his makeup and doesn’t seem to be applying any to himself. “You’re not coming with?”

“I hardly have a title to attend. Come on, Kaismetics’ Kai’s stylist?” Taeyong says with an arrogant cough. “You really need to start inviting Sehun in some of these things. I’m sure he would love to keep you company.”

Taeyong is someone who gets his mind off things. He practically replaced Baekhyun. He doesn’t always give him the support he needs though. 

“I don’t think he likes these things.”

“That’s too bad. He’s really pretty for it. Your arm candy, you know?“

“I know.” That’s why he does what he does. 

The scene is nothing new. As a little boy, Jongin went to all of the fanciest places, and stuffed his mouth with the sweetest delicacies. He had a face full of luxurious leather bags smacking his face with his small height as he wandered through tall bodies. 

This is Jongin’s first time attending a formal ball at the age of twenty five. It’s not unusual to show up to one of these and take someone home but as he stares at the sea of people, no one catches his eye. Just that chocolate fountain. 

Jongin follows his fathers footsteps and introduces himself to various faces. He doesn’t know them, but Uri’s assistant gives them a quick rundown before they come face to face with the other guests. What feels like hours finally pass, Uri and Subin no longer need their son at their side. Jongin wanders over to the bar and prepares to order something but his line of sight catches a figure that makes his heart stop. 

Things work in strange ways. There’s no denying that the person standing steps away is Oh Sehun. 

It’s been weeks since he’s last seen Sehun. He wonders if they’ve crossed paths before, during a different gathering. In that case, they might have met under different circumstances. Whatever Jongin wants, he gets. Nothing can change that. Because of their inconvenient connection, Jongin will just have to work hard for what he truly desires. 

Sehun meets his eyes and time stops. Everyone around him becomes a blurry smear of bodies. All he sees is Sehun in a heather gray suit with specks of glitter on his cheeks. Jongin has never wanted to pull Sehun close to him with the end of his fancy tie more than he does now. 

The man of the moment turns away and hurries off, as if he’s looking for a chase. 

It doesn’t take long for Jongin to find him. Alone . 

Jongin corners Sehun in the quiet room. The chandelier swings above them. Guests’ voices are muffled, not a single soul sharing their space. He would like to think that Sehun led him here on purpose. 

“How much for a night?” Jongin doesn’t know why he asks but it escapes his lips before his mind can process the entire thought. 

Sehun juts out his lip, as if he doesn’t want to respond. It takes a few seconds, eventually he answers boredly, “You need an appointment. But I’m already booked tonight.”

“No, I just need a loophole. How did Baekhyun do what he did when I had your services?” Jongin steps closer, catching sight of the redness coating the tip of his ears. “You’re escorting but is if there’s no sex work, then you’re not booked.”

“O-oh,” Sehun mutters shakily in defeat. His eyes refuse to meet Jongin’s as he stares around anywhere but his face. “Yes. That can be…arranged.”

“In thirty minutes?” Jongin asks. 

Sehun nods, stepping back. 

Jongin doesn’t sense fear or hesitancy from him—more like surprise. As if, when did Jongin become so bold? Sehun might be thinking that. He is hardly alarmed with Jongin’s proposition, it’s more along the lines that he has the balls to do so. But Jongin wants to be certain. 

“Is this okay?” Jongin asks. “Can I have you to myself tonight?”

“Explicitly?” Sehun mutters. 

Jongin is absolutely amused. He never had Sehun like this, putty in his hands. Demure and submissive just like this. Once again, Jongin has the upper hand. “Yes, I wanna fuck,” he says blatantly, hoping Sehun will realize he’s being serious and straight to the point. 

“Okay,” Sehun says after clearing his throat. “Do you know my sexwork policy?” 

“Hardly.”

Just as usual when it comes to his work, Sehun speaks monotonously like a seasoned robot, “Down payment then deposit after. We do what you like, I won’t decline. We discuss extreme matters or else I can refuse and will refuse you.” 

Jongin simply nods. Sehun extends his hand out and Jongin only assumes he’s seeking the payment. Dumbly and out of his previous character, Jongin mumbles about using a card as he reveals his wallet. Sehun responds with, “I hope so. I don’t like to carry cash.” 

The first payment is secure and Jongin feels a strange wave of nausea. He doesn’t know how to feel about this situation. He is stoic, finally having Sehun like this. Another part of his mind is being reminded that he’s no better than the other guys who pay for services like this. So long as he treats Sehun comfortably, he can’t feel ashamed for doing such a thing. 

Sehun is looking at him with doe eyes and a lip bite. It’s like he is the one having his first time with an escort. He stands awkward and patient. Eagerness is hidden in his eyes. Jongin knows Sehun is ready but he doesn’t know where to begin. Jongin did put this on the table, so he might as well continue to take matters into his own hands.  

Jongin intertwines their fingers, pulling him close. The smell of Sehun’s rosy scent hits him and the familiarity makes him want to curl over. Oh, how much he’s missed Sehun’s signature scent. It trails them with each and every step.

“Whose house is this anyway?” Jongin asks with a scoff as he tugs Sehun through the endless journey of a hallway. 

“I just think it’s some Airbnb. You know they’re fakes, all of these people. They love to gloat, but half the things they flaunt aren’t even theirs.”

Within minutes, Jongin finds a room and locks up. Sehun doesn’t waste a second discarding his clothes. Jongin ignores the implications of let’s get this over with and copies his actions. 

Sehun’s body is the first to dive into the mattress. Jongin pulls Sehun to the edge of the bed and gets in between his legs. His breath hitches when he sees Sehun’s flawless body before him. It’s different this time because Sehun is up close and Jongin can literally touch all his pretty parts. 

“So, you’re familiar with taking cock, I assume you’re clean,” Jongin mutters as he thumbs Sehun’s rim in a painstakingly, drall attempt to tease him because Jongin isn’t ready to show Sehun what he can really be about.

Sehun squirms against the pad of his thumb, obviously desperate for any sort of touch. It’s amusing, really . Sehun is perfect at this. Pretending he likes it. He makes the money worth it. To make matters worse—or better on Sehun’s end of the bargain—he makes Jongin want to pay more. 

Jongin raises his hand to strike the side of Sehun’s plush ass, watching it jiggle like a fucking delicate mound of cherry jello. Unbelievable. He voices out, “Are you going to answer or just rut like a bitch in heat?” 

“Don’t. Just fuck me raw.”

Jongin raises an eyebrow. 

“Stretch me please, but just use spit as slick and don’t put on a condom.”

“You’re a nasty one, Sehun. Here, let’s spread them real wide,” Jongin mutters whilst pulling Sehun’s knees apart. He makes an awful, lewd noise by the way he gathers up enough saliva to spit onto Sehun’s rim. A long trail of wetness connects from his bottom lip to Sehun’s aching hole. He rubs Sehun’s entrance, coating it with spit as slick. “How many fingers can you take at once?”

“Right away?” Sehun questions in a squeak. 

“Yeah. Were you open recently?”

Sehun hums. “Yesterday.”

Jongin extracts his hand back only to land an echoing blow to Sehun's asscheek. It jiggles in its wake and almost leaves a splotch red immediately. “Why?”

“I had another client,” Sehun says, practically whimpering with it like he’s ashamed. 

Jongin spanks him again and during this time around, Sehun emits a delicious moan. Jongin steals a glance at Sehun’s furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. Jongin wanted to play naughty, he didn’t know Sehun could be so aroused by spanking. He doesn’t know whether it’s because of that or how Jongin is trying to humiliate him. There’s a hint of possession in Jongin’s actions, but he’s certain Sehun is oblivious to that. 

“Do you act like this with all of them?” Jongin kneads Sehun’s pretty ass, feeling the heat of his own palm. His cheeks must feel ablaze. 

Sehun shakes his head vigorously. “No, no I don’t.”

Jongin’s cock throbs in his pants at the unbelievable sight unfolding in front of him. Shoving two wet fingers inside the pretty man beneath him results in a squirming, messy fit. Sehun’s knees practically touch the mattress with how spreaded out they are, exposing his beautiful inner thighs. His knuckles pale white from how rough he fists the sheets. Jongin would be lying if he were to say he Sehun wasn’t the prettiest person he’s touched.

“Jongin, move,” Sehun begs breathlessly. 

Jongin plunges his fingers into Sehun’s hole, basking in the tightness despite all Sehun said. He deliberately fucks him with them, ardent on seeing him completely unravel with just his touch. A sharp wail escapes Sehun’s plush lips when Jongin curls his fingers. He is also so close to bracketing Jongin in between him, it’s too bad that Jongin is good with his hands—one occupying him with fingers, and the other restraining his leg from clamping in. 

“Kinda want a taste,” Jongin admits from nearly being suffocated with Sehun’s thighs. 

Sehun raises his upper body off the bed, burying his palms into it. “ Please , oh gosh please eat me out,” Sehun babbles. He’s a disaster waiting to happen, with his flushed cheeks and drops of sweat coating his neck. 

Jongin removes his fingers, opting in drawing mindlessly against his perineum. “I just remembered something.”

“Huh?” Sehun whispers, and that very sound makes Jongin’s heart skip a beat. 

“I paid for your services. Do I want to waste my time using my tongue on you?”

Sehun doesn’t respond right away, instead he sits up right, shoving Jongin’s hand away from his personal parts. “Do I not give you enough pleasure by the way I look when you touch me? How I feel beneath you should be worthwhile.”

“Fuck, you are Sehun. You’re a dream come true,” Jongin admits in a low voice. 

“Eat me out?” Sehun responds sweetly—it's cunning, rather. He knows how to swindle men.

Jongin has a mind of his own, but his mouth speaks before he can process his words, “Another time.”

The way Sehun’s head tilts as he utters, “another?” makes Jongin’s loins stir. Not only that, he’s absolutely fucked. He’s promising to claim Sehun once more. He wouldn’t be opposed to it, but it’ll mean that Jongin wants more . Should he deny it at this point? He wants him. Though the purpose was to keep Sehun hanging on a thin rope, tease him and torture him, all because Jongin misses him. 

“Just come here,” Jongin says as he hurriedly drags  Sehun off of the mattress. 

Sehun is on his knees before him, hair surprisingly damn and eyes blown with lust. Jongin reaches for Sehun’s hand, prompting them to touch his cock. Sehun isn’t oblivious, he’s almost ferocious even. Like lightning speed, he’s undoing Jongin’s belt and unzipping his pants. A squeal crawls from Sehun’s lips and Jongin doesn’t even get to bask in Sehun’s apparent excitement because he buries his face against Jongin’s clothe cock. He inhales a heavy breath against it, making Jongin twitch because the hot heat of Sehun’s mouth feels so intoxicating. 

“Suck it, why don’t you,” Jongin says after pulling Sehun’s face away from his crotch. 

The way Sehun looks at him through his lashes should be illegal. He nods with a gentle smile and it does unmentionable things to the insides of Jongin’s stomach. He shouldn’t be so beautiful during a filthy activity, especially not one he’s getting paid for. Oh how Jongin wishes he could call Sehun pretty in a space of their own without a bill attached between them. 

“Fuck, Sehun,” Jongin curses, oblivious to when Sehun eventually bothers to take him into his mouth. 

Sehun lathers his cock with hot spit, pumping his length while bobbing his head around the tip. Jongin croons when Sehun keeps a leisurely pace. The last thing he needs is for someone to stroke him forcefully while he’s still trying to get hard. It’s not difficult to harden under Sehun’s touch. The way he presented himself embarrassingly did enough for Jongin earlier. But with a few more of Sehun’s patient flicks of his wrist, he is completely solid.

Jongin runs his fingers through Sehun’s hair, his way of silently praising Sehun for it. The little cock sucker must understand his intentions because he starts to engulf Jongin’s entire cock, burying his nose into the base. His expertise starts to show as he bobs his head fevertly, doing as much as to stroke Jongin’s cock every time he comes back up. Jongin is in pieces, aroused at the sight of Sehun and the professionalism in his work. 

“You’re doing so good, fuck Sehun. Mouth of a fucking goddess.”

Sehun mumbles something incoherent against the head of his cock, causing Jongin to basically lose his shit. 

Jongin takes a hold of Sehun’s head with his palms on both sides, securely locking him in place. He begins thrusting into Sehun’s mouth like a mad man, feeling crescents dig into his thighs whenever he would abuse the back of Sehun’s throat. He takes it easy, fucking his mouth at a regular pace when Sehun is gagging around him, but he refuses to let him off the hook. Jongin loosens his grip around Sehun and offers a brutal thrust into Sehun’s mouth that makes him tip back. With the edge of the bed tucked into the back of his neck, Jongin fucks him against it, stringing pleas and whimpers from Sehun. His mouth is so hot and useful, Jongin doesn’t think he’ll ever find better. 

When Jongin pulls out, Sehun slumps against the bed. Tears coat his cheeks and his lips are a bruising shade of red. He quickly wipes the saliva from his chin and sits upright. Jongin didn’t think he could get any more turned on, but the way Sehun is sitting on the heels of his feet with his hands on his lap says otherwise. 

“Don’t tell me you enjoyed that?” Jongin scoffs. He knows he did. He wouldn’t push Sehun to do it otherwise. He might’ve heard a thing or two from Baekhyun, which shouldn’t be mentioned or at this very moment. 

“I loved it,” Sehun rasps in this hoarse, broken voice. 

“You’re to die for,” Jongin murmurs, pulling Sehun up by the neck. “Must be from all the experience, huh?” 

Sehun whispers, “I guess.”

Jongin thinks he crossed a line but then there’s that look in Sehun’s eyes. It’s like what Jongin’s saying isn’t enough. He has something hungry and urging inside of him. Jongin doesn’t need to know Sehun enough to know that he is dying for more. 

“You were born to suck dick, right? Especially mine. You’ll take me any way you can.”

“Yeah, yeah. I will.”

Jongin nods approvingly. Regardless of whether Sehun is being scripted to agree with his client, it makes Jongin really, really impatient and needy for Sehun. And only Sehun can satiate him. 

“Bend over,” Jongin instructs when he pulls Sehun off the ground. He shoves his back, pressing him deep into the mattress. With this position, Jongin has a glorious sight of Sehun’s ass displayed from the edge of the bed. “I should mark you up,” he says as he caresses the fading shades on his asscheeks. “Would you let me?”

“Please, spank me all you want! I don’t care,” Sehun practically shouts. 

“You’re really good at this,” Jongin whistles, clearly taken aback. 

“I know,” Sehun says flirting. 

Jongin decides not to correct him. He will pretend that Sehun isn’t doing this because he knows how, but because it’s all for Jongin. They can share kinks and intimacy for one night and it doesn’t have to be about what other men expect from Sehun. 

Prying Sehun’s ass apart is an all time favorite. His pretty, pulsating rim is a beautiful sight because it proves how desperate Sehun is to be filled up. He breaches through the crevice, teasingly stroking Sehun’s hole with the tip. Sehun grinds against him with a needy little squeak. And Jongin could agree, he doesn’t know how long he can deprive his dick from Sehun’s ass. 

Jongin’s cock is still wet from Sehun’s outrageous falacio, so it’s an effortless attempt to insert his cock in one swift movement. Sehun’s body goes lax beneath him, as if all his worries have been lifted. It fills Jongin with a sense of pride and motivation. He begins to set his pace, already pounding into Sehun at a ludicrous speed. All of the pent up frustrations from Sehun driving him mad—in definitely more ways than one—lead up to this moment. He relishes in the way Sehun’s hole swallows up his thick cock, how it disappears with every plunge. His hips pistoling against Sehun’s fat ass creates a filthy slapping sound that radiates throughout the bedroom. 

Everything is fast, raunchy, and yet so passionate. 

Sehun can hardly keep it together. Body trembling  beneath Jongin as he claws the sheets. They’d probably have to pay a fee if Sehun manages to tear it up with his bare hands. As for Jongin, he’s never felt anything more tight and needy. Sehun knows when to clench, he ruts back when Jongin’s pace falters. He was truly made for Jongin, and that makes him speechless. 

“You’re so good Sehun, perfect for me,” Jongin encourages, which ultimately earns him a muffled groan from Sehun.

Jongin removes one of his hands from Sehun’s pretty hips and raises it to spank Sehun, eager to hear those breathless moans again. What was once a relieved whimper turns out to be a full on vulgar shout. With the pleasure of Jongin’s cock inside him and the numbing stimulation on the surface of his ass, he seems to find it impossible to keep composure. He screams and screams from dire fulfillment and Jongin—well he absolutely comes apart, coming to a halt and forcing himself to come inside of him. His hips work in a graceful manner when he attempts to settle his high. It doesn’t help when Sehun clenches, earning a hiss from Jongin.

Sehun abruptly stands up after Jongin pulls out, as if he wasn’t just having the time of his life. Is there a spider on the bed or something? Jongin catches him with a hand on his shoulder and turns him around. Sehun’s expression is unreadable, almost bored-looking—Jongin figures. That bad, huh? Sehun is a marvelous actor. 

“What?” Jongin mumbles, bringing his hands to Sehun’s waist. 

“I mean we’re done now, aren’t we?”

Jongin shakes his head in disappointment. “No. You haven’t finished.”

“That’s normal.”

“No, come on.” 

Sehun pries Jongin’s grip off himself and protests, “Jongin, it's fine. You paid me, remember?”

Jongin is not having it. Just for one night, he wants to pretend like Sehun won’t be his because of a contract. Like he didn’t walk away after all was said and done. Most importantly, he wants Sehun to feel like he is the most important thing in the entire universe. cater to him and please upon his every whim, not the other way around. “Sehun get back on the fucking bed,” Jongin deadpans with narrow eyes. 

Sehun is pressed right back into the mattress, but instead of Jongin feeding Sehun his cock, he takes a salty taste of his own come inside of Sehun’s ass. He properly eats him out, lapping away at his rim as if it’s the world’s infamous delicacy. He fucks him with three erratic fingers, determined to get a broken mewl out of Sehun. Jongin pulls Sehun closer to him, enough to expose Sehun’s cock which presses against the edge of the mattress. He feverly strokes it whilst pumping his fingers inside Sehun’s ass. It hardly takes a few minutes until Sehun comes with a string of curse words and the chanting of Jongin’s name on his tongue. 

Jongin lets out a huff and ignores the forming knot in his stomach. He doesn’t think he can do another round because he can’t handle it. He would probably hold Sehun captive forever and fuck the living daylights of him if Sehun would allow it. That would make him and his bank account drown in debt. 

“Jongin,” Sehun mumbles after composing himself. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Jongin mutters. It’s no surprise he’s back to his awkward state around Sehun. 

“I’m going to shower. You’ll be out by the time I’m done. Got it?”

No. It’s not supposed to be this way, he thinks. Then again, everything is one sided. Jongin is pining for a man he paid for. When did he get caught up in an angsty adult romance? Jongin is probably the protagonist who will end up on the sidelines, wishing he’d done something different. 

“Do you let Baekhyun stay over?” He asks against better judgment. 

“That’s confidential,” Sehun mutters while collecting his clothes off the ground. 

Jongin nods before bitterly uttering, “I guess I got caught up in a fairytale.”

♡

In the span of two months, Jongin sees Sehun seven times. Each encounter occurs by Jongin paying for a full hour and ends with one of their stomachs coated in come. Jongin has fucked Sehun against a head to toe, full walled hotel window on the thirtieth floor. He has left Sehun with an array of bruises to show off to his next clients for them to envy. Sehun leaves first sometimes, mostly with an absent voice—not because he doesn’t bid Jongin goodbye, but because he can’t. Jongin always fills Sehun to the brim and takes everything from him, not even leaving Sehun his voice. Sehun never leaves with marks. None of the sessions end with Jongin providing aftercare—because Sehun refuses it. That makes Jongin guilty each and every time. 

Sehun is not an idiot, that’s for sure. Does he know that Jongin has developed feelings for him? Does he continue to break Jongin’s heart whenever he accepts a session? Sehun just needs to get paid, right? What if Jongin were to fulfill all of Sehun’s needs and desires, then would Sehun let himself be Jongin’s forever? 

Jongin sounds possessive and he doesn’t like it. Not one bit. Sehun is doing things to him. Because for the first time in his life, he is not getting what he wants. He doesn’t understand rejection and he can’t fathom a world where his mom won’t help him get what he wants. He can’t ask her to make Sehun like him. She doesn’t even know the truth about them. Jongin is truly spoiled and it took Sehun to make him realize it. Even if Jongin hated accepting his mothers favors, he still always claimed them. Now Jongin can’t just have Sehun and he is trying to come to terms with that. 

It reminds Jongin that he hadn’t vented about this. It could do numbers if he would just talk about it. Then to who? Not his best friend, that's obvious. Taeyong can’t possibly know about this, he would definitely resign after being lied to. 

Jongin eventually confides in his mother, uttering out something that blankets the problem at large. 

“Sehun and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

“Aw,” she chirps, pulling Jongin into her arms. “This is the first time you’re opening up to me!”

“I know, I’m surprised too,” he admits quietly. 

Jongin has had three serious relationships in the past. He considers his first love in high school his best. There was another man in his early twenties who gave Jongin a thrill, but he believes he never really loved that guy. Jongin was sure he’d settle with the man before this madness but he left the country with a dramatic note about pursuing something else. Jongin was broken for years. He hadn’t seeked another love interest and never bothered, until he had to pretend for his mother’s sake. Subin believes Sehun is his fourth lover. 

“What did you do? Buy him a pretty gift,” she suggests, opening up her laptop and vigorously typing. “What’s his favorite accessory?”

“When it comes down to it, I don’t think he’s actually like that,” Jongin says, without being completely sure. Sehun carries himself with a massive price tag and Jongin’s seen the way he’s shopped once. He doesn’t really know, but something tells Jongin, Sehun isn’t entirely for the money when it truly comes down to it. “I just want him to like me more, I guess?”

“Alright…” she quickly lights up as quickly as she deflated seconds ago, “You need to relive the moment. Do things that made you two fall in love. When was the last time you had a date?”

She’s got a point. “The last time we really spent time together was during my birthday.”

Jongin realizes that he hardly knows Sehun. Sehun doesn’t even know him either. Their touches are electric and familiar. Jongin can find Sehun’s sweet spot with one crook of his fingers. Sehun knows how to suck him dry, having Jongin arching in his place. They don’t know each other. 

Spontaneity, Jongin declares.

♡ 

Jongin’s breath is taken away when he catches sight of Sehun crossing the street, clad in a tight trench coat and fashionable boots. His legs are beautifully fitting in his denim jeans. The natural scowl on his face always amuses Jongin. 

“Mind answering a question of mine?” says Sehun as they finally meet eye to eye. 

“Shoot,” Jongin mumbles, nervously tucking his hands into his pockets.

Sehun glances at the restaurant behind Jongin, staring at the sign as he asks, “Why are we meeting here?” 

“I want to have lunch.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like having sex after eating,” Sehun replies with a pout. 

“Who says we are?”

Sehun quickly whips out his phone, swiping the screen viciously. “My daily agenda. You booked me just for that. Have you forgotten my line of work?”

“I’m sure it says I can do whatever I want with you,” Jongin comments with his best attempt of a smug grin. “I want to eat with you.”

“Then why didn’t you get the escort package?”

“You require meetings for those.”

Sehun gives him a squint. “You know a lot about my job, huh?”

“I learned every loophole there is to know.” Jongin has read each and everyone of Playboy’s policies and fine print in the last couple days since he’s spoken to his mother. He wants Sehun to be in his best shape, and in the most comfortable state. He wants Sehun to enjoy his time with him. Jongin finally asks away, “So, are you coming or not?“

“I guess not ,” Sehun snarls. He passes by Jongin, shoving his shoulder before getting into the ramen bar. 

Because of Sehun’s snide comment, Jongin lets his snicker escape his lips. 

“By the way, I’m calling this a first date.”

Once they get a table and order their two large bowls of ramen, Jongin thinks about what his mother said. How they should relive falling in love. They’ve never reached that point, obviously. But Jongin thinks about what it feels to be in love. He remembers the fullness and warmth he feels from making memories and bonding. 

“What’s outside of this whole work life?“ Jongin starts, “What do you like doing?”

“Are we really making small talk?”

Jongin laughs. “I’m not here to just eat and stare at the water's condensation.”

“Okay. Yeah, fine. I like traveling. Perks of my job, I meet people and get to go places with them.”

“Yeah, but besides your job…”

Sehun sips on his straw before coming up with another reply, “I like to take photos.”

“Nudes?”

“No!” Sehun whines and looks back and forth as if people heard. Jongin didn’t even tease him that loudly. “I like to do non-sexual things, you know that right? I’m normal. You asked about non-work related stuff. I like taking scenery pictures.”

“We’ve been over this before. And even if you weren’t normal, I’d still take you out.”

Their food arrives and that conversation dies there. Jongin manages to get Sehun to loosen up, in a different way than what he’s used to. Sehun talks about how school was difficult for him. Working this way allows him to have more of a life and he’s living in a not so shitty part of the city with a roommate who’s balancing sex work and being a regristed nurse. Jongin grows a bigger heart for Sehun. He speaks about his journey and job with a light in his eyes. Jongin had thought it was a grueling line of work, but Sehun seems to appreciate all it’s done for him. 

Jongin decides that the best moment for this question is now. “I always wanted to ask you…is your name really Sehun? Can I know that?”

“It is.” 

“I tried to look at your wallet once.”

“Jongin,” Sehun deadpans. 

“I didn’t!”

Jongin picks his wallet out, waving it in his hands. “You can look through mine if you want,” he says as he plucks out his card and bills for a tip. 

Sehun shakes his head, leaving the shop first. As Jongin’s paying, he grins, endearing that sehun patiently waits for him, bouncing on his heels and toes.  

When they come face to face again, Jongin doesn’t hesitate to ask, “Can I have your phone number? Not your business one…” 

Sehun’s cheeks are red from the cool weather and Jongin has the temptations to brush Sehun’s tiny hairs away from his forehead. “I shouldn't,” he responds easily. 

“Not even to build a friendship?”

Sehun sighs and looks down at the ground before raising his head with a nod.“I—I don’t see why not.”

Needless to say, they text on and on. No dirty remarks or lewd pictures exchanged. Jongin gives him hints for the new cosmetic collection. Sehun sends photos of his bichon frise. Jongin is always wishing Sehun a happy, and safe day. Sehun always bids him a goodnight with a kiss emoji. 

♡ 

Jongin vividly remembers Sehun’s unique scent. It’s captivating. But Jongin’s mind is somehow wired to believe Sehun is his, and his only. His scent mixed with someone else’s during their second date doesn’t seem right, even if he isn’t in the position to feel otherwise. He should do something that’ll shake off this possessive feeling. Instead, he lets his greediness take over. 

“Choose whatever you like,” Jongin says once they are greeted by the four luxurious walls of pink. 

Sehun turns to face him and pouts. “Jongin, I already have a favorite scent.”

Jongin gets them deeper into the fragrance shop and responds, “Is it so bad to have two favorites?”

“If you were my favorite client, and I told you I had another favorite, how would you feel?”

“Don’t even start.”

Sehun shakes his head, pulling away from Jongin’s grip. “This is something I don’t want to do. If we proceed with this while I’m not entirely on board, I’m going to have to consider it a fetish and charge you.”

“I want you to wear something different before you see me,” Jongin says softly, already feeling dejected. His motives were unsuccessful and to put it simply, he feels like an idiot. 

“Tell me why first and I’ll think about it.”

Jongin suddenly sports a lopsided grin. He reasons, “I don’t want your scent smelling like them.”

“That’s not true. I freshen up before every client.”

“Not this time.” 

“I—“

It hurts , Jongin wants to say. “I don’t want to be reminded that there’s somebody else,” he chooses, which sounds just as desperate. 

“There’s only you,” Sehun brushes his fingers against Jongin’s chest. 

Jongin thinks Sehun is so amazing at this. 

“Come on, I think I will buy a new bubble bath soap though.” 

Sehun wanders off and Jongin follows him like the lovestruck puppy he is. He’s been here before—not the shop, but being towed around shopping. He should’ve thought clearly before deciding upon this. Because he spends the next thirty minutes the same way he first shopped with Sehun at the resort boutique.

“I’m interested in these three,” Sehun mutters, staring at one of the bottles. “Which one should I get?”

Jongin turns around idiotically. “Me?”

“Yes, I'm asking you.”

“I never thought my opinion would be a valued asset to your decision, wow,” Jongin says with his hand gracefully over his heart. 

“It’s not a life changing one.”

“But it is…”

“It’s not. It’s literally a bath soap.”

“That you’ll use for the next couple of months.”

Sehun rolls his eyes. Jongin wants to kiss him. 

“Alright. Okay…so let’s have a whiff.”

Sehun lifts the cap of a pink bottle which smells fruity and light. Jongin thinks it’s kind of childish. The other two seem similar with a lavender scent. Jongin easily eliminates two of the options. As it turns out, Sehun buys the two that Jongin rejects. Jongin is not entirely surprised. 

“Oh, how about this?” Jongin says, reaching for a bottle that promotes aromatherapy. “ Yoo-caw— “

“Eucalyptus.” 

“My bad,” Jongin murmurs. 

Jongin tilts the bottle towards Sehun’s face, giving it a little squeeze. The shimmering substance shoots against Sehun’s cheek, causing him to squeak and trip backwards. It wasn’t an accident. 

“Ah, my bad again.”

♡ 

They do it again, for the third time. Jongin rents him for sex, without the intentions of getting his dick wet. Sehun isn’t surprised. The only thing wet is the sidewalk from the rainy night beforehand. Jongin takes Sehun on a river walk because he knows he gets to hold Sehun’s hand in the cold. 

“What’s the worst request you’ve received?”

Sehun tilts his head. “Like a client?”

“Kink or fetish, whatever. Tell me.” Jongin takes a bite of their shared crunchy hot dog. He makes sure Sehun’s eyes are on him as he engulfs the stick, going for a large bite. 

“You’re so gross,” Sehun offhandedly comments before answering, “One of them milked me. My nipples.”

“That’s not so bad. People like big jugs on any chest, both man and woman bodies.” 

Sehun shakes his head with a pout. “No Jongin, the nipple play was fun until they were literally pretending that I was dripping milk.”

“So?”

“I had to moo .”

Jongin’s ears redden at Sehun’s imitation of a cow. It’s not sexy. It’s silly. So silly, he feels hot on his face, embarrassed for Sehun. “Oh, alright…and you like that?”

“No! I was answering you. It was really the worst.” Sehun shoves him and Jongin nearly chokes on the hotdog, even burns the side of his lip. 

“But you did it anyway?”

“Yeah, extreme requests are talked about beforehand, along with a fee. You know that.”

Jongin nods with a lopsided grin. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Is there anything you want to try with me?” 

“No.” It’s Sehun’s turn to paint his face of embarrassment, a soft shade coating his cheeks. 

“Tell me, I won’t judge.”

Sehun grabs the hotdog and takes a bite. He says all confidently and smartly, “As the patron, only you can want something. I don’t want anything. I’m here to make ends meet.”

“Fine, if I was your sex worker. What would you want from me?” Jongin fixes his question, genuinely eager to get a real answer from Sehun. 

“Nothing. Your ego in bed already allows enough manhandling for me.”

Jongin is flabbergasted. Words caught in his throat. He’s not—he’s not egotistical in bed. He does like to tell him that he’ll come with just Jongin’s cock but he doesn’t have an ego. He ignores that comment just because he doesn’t know what to really say about it, “You just like a little roughhousing?

“I don’t want to disclose anything with a client.”

“Alright. I won’t pry,” Jongin rests his case, then he whistles, “One day, I’ll learn.”

“There isn’t going to be one day.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive,” Sehun hums.

Jongin definitely does not mean to bring him up but, “I know a guy…who knows a guy. He would tell me.”

Sehun finishes the hotdog and discards the stick. He clings closer to Jongin and drops his head on his shoulder. “Please, not even Baekhyun knows what I truly desire.”

“Alright alright. Crossdressing?”

“No.”

“Ropeplay.”

Sehun shivers. “Dangerous.”

“Do you like feet?” Jongin says with a grimace. 

“Done enough with them. It’s personally not my favorite.”

“Ugh. It’s going to take some time, huh? Tell me then, what’s my best friend’s favorite thing?”

Sehun snorts, flashing his phone a look. “Oh, would you look at the time? Sorry, but you should send me off now.”

“Okay but at least let me walk you back to my place or I’ll—“

“Just call a cab, please.”

On queue, a white cab comes into sight and Jongin manages to flail his hands in the air, goofily jumping, and earning giggles from Sehun. He continues his foolish charade just to emit more laughter from Sehun. 

Jongin turns around and bows at Sehun, telling him, “Get home safe.” He doesn’t leave it at that. Jongin leans forward and plants a tender kiss on Sehun’s lips, one that shouldn’t properly count as their first kiss. It gives him a flurry of emotions despite it’s subtleness. And that’s how Jongin knows he’s in too deep. “We’re not done with this conversation,” Jongin reminds alas. 

Through the window, the image of Sehun softly touching his lips is visible. 

♡ 

Not being properly employed means having opportunities to take Sehun out whenever he wants. It’s all on Sehun to schedule them though. It’s been two weeks since their kiss, but they finally have the chance to reunite. They are on their fourth date when Jongin picks him up from an unfamiliar, posh neighborhood. Jongin doesn’t need to know—he’s in no position to pry, even if the tiny dancer in his chest is painfully pulling at his heart strings—but the first thing Sehun tells him is that he was just arm candy for a rich young adult. Something about how he needed to show off that he can get some. It pains Jongin to know that Sehun is just an object to gloat, but that’s what Sehun has to do. 

“Okay, I'm ready to know,” Jongin says right after acknowledging Sehun’s story telling. 

Sehun turns to him with his typical scowl of disbelief. “Are we just going to sit in the car?”

“I planned something but I wanna hear you talk now.”

“Well, I had a good day,” Sehun responds simply. He still is not quite used to Jongin’s urges for small talk. 

Jongin adds, “Yeah that’s good, tell me a highlight?” He doesn’t plan to leave the lot until Sehun engages with him a bit more. 

“The guy…you know…my client, he challenged me in this video game that he’s supposed to be really good at. He lost in front of all of his friends.”

To Jongin’s surprise, he is not bothered by Sehun mentioning his job. Typically, he would rather not know the details, but Sehun looks bubbly and amused with his recent interaction. 

“He’s having an escort while playing games? How old is the guy!” Jongin teases. 

“Barely eighteen. All his guy friends have hot girl dates, as do the girls, they had hot girls too. I think he wanted to prove that he had somebody too.”

Maybe that’s why Jongin isn’t threatened . He doesn’t need to compete with someone ages younger than him. It’s not a competition at all, but somehow it’s Jongin’s duty to make sure he gives the best of himself to Sehun. Sehun’s best everything should come from Jongin alone. 

When Jongin finally fleets, Sehun doesn’t ask any questions. They’ve gone on enough of these—whatever you call it—to know that Sehun won’t get an answer if he were to ask about their plans. Sehun used to squirm in his seat, but as they drive a bit further from the city and pass through high trees, he continues to stare mindlessly and composed. 

“Wait, it's been so long since I’ve gone to one of these,” Sehun quips when the white massive boards in the sky come close to view. They meet the long line of cars before the ticketing booth. “What are we watching?”

“A scary movie is what some might call it—“

“Please, so it’s your kind of comedy?”

Jongin grins at him. “You got it.”

The moment they find their preferred parking spot, Jongin adjusts his seat, pulling his chair entirely back and away from the driving wheel. He reclines it the slightest bit, just to tilt his head and gaze at Sehun’s beauty under the dim lights. 

“What’s Baekhyun like from you?”

Sehun sighs as he murmurs not this again. He doesn’t refuse though, as he answers, “I dunno. He likes when I…beg him.”

“That’s normal, yeah. People like that,” Jongin pokes. 

“It’s a lot.” Sehun takes off his seatbelt and shifts comfortably. He doesn’t look at Jongin when he adds, “He likes when I’m on the edge. Likes when I feel like I can’t take it, but will try for him.”

It sounds a lot like Baekhyun is pushing him to use a safe word. Jongin doesn’t actually know if Sehun has one or discloses it to his clients. “What do you mean?”

“If I think it hurts, he will encourage me to take it. I usually can, and it never really hurts, but he likes to see me like that. He likes to hold me off, have me begging him to come. That much is real and I can’t help but— gosh , I’m really sorry. I s-should stop now.” Sehun’s breathing is a bit rigid and he keeps pulling his collar away from his neck. 

“You’re thinking about him.”

Sehun turns to him and shakes his head. “No.”

“What else?”

“No,” he repeats in a quiet voice. 

“Tell me,” Jongin says, firmly. 

“He doesn’t let me come until I beg enough. I beg so much and it hurts when I have to edge myself but I like it. I like begging him to let me come. He likes to hear me beg and beg.”

Jongin tries not to make his lust cloud the car, he focuses on the trailers playing before him as he mumbles, “That’s it? Your kink?”

“No, it’s his. But I like it enough.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

Jongin drops his palm on Sehun’s inner lap, first experimentally. When Sehun doesn’t cower away, he begins to caress him gently. “Do you want to know mine?”

“The next three hours are all yours.”

This isn’t really happening. It can’t be. “Is this invitation?” Jongin asks, completely unprepared for tonight's unfolding. “It might be.”

Without wasting another minute—another thought, really—Jongin demands Sehun, “Come here.”

It’s a wonderful choice of Sehun’s, the fact he wanted to be further so he doesn’t have to look up. It calls for a different reason now they’re in the tenth row or something. No interruptions, no suspicions. Could they really get kicked out of the outdoor theater for something like this? Jongin doesn’t know how far they are about to go, but he doesn’t mind answering his own question.  

Sehun quickly straddles his lap, bouncing on it playfully with a silly grin. Something about the tight space makes Jongin’s head spin. In this small space where he and Sehun are one, breathing each other’s air and roaming their hands on each other’s bodies. 

“You know what I like?” Jongin muses. 

“Car sex?” 

“Close.”

“That’s a little early,” Sehun responds dumbly with another goofy smile. 

“What?” Jongin laughs, only understanding his playful tease a few seconds later on. “Sehun, you're too cute. He places his hands on Sehun’s hips, forcing his ass to grind on Jongin's crotch. “Exhibition is one of them.”

Sehun hisses when Jongin thumbs his cock’s outline. “Yeah what are you gonna do? Fuck me so hard the car shakes? Roll down the windows why don’t you.” 

“Is this a kink of yours? Did I really guess ri—“

“It’s only one of them,” Sehun hushes him. “It’s a less important one. But I really like people hearing me. Give me what you got.” 

Jongin hastily undoes Sehun’s zipper and frees his cock without a second to waste. He spits on his palm and Sehun sends him a scoff in disgust. 

“What? I don’t usually have lube in my glove department,” Jongin whines, building up more saliva afterwards. “Didn’t we do it with spit the first time?”

“That’s when I was already stretched.”

“Oh,” there’s a swarm of butterflies in Jongin’s chest. “I’m your first today?”

“Stop talking.” Sehun leans over the console to reach for his bag. He fishes out a small pocket sized bottle of lube and squeezes a generous drop on his dick. Jongin doesn’t get another chance to touch because Sehun swats his hand away in replacement for his own. Though it has become such a familiar sight, Jongin watches Sehun stroke himself leisurely, growing harder under his own touch. 

“Why do you have that?” Jongin grabs Sehun’s ass into his palms and gives it a real good grope. “You need a supply of dicking anywhere, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Sehun retorts. “Just need to be prepared. You will never take me with just spit. Maybe someone else but not you .”

Jongin raises his eyebrows, suddenly catching something in between the lines. “Is that a compliment?”

“You’re bigger than my average. That’s all I’m going to say.”

That gets Jongin’s dick twitching beneath Sehun. Fortunately for himself, he knew he wanted to get comfortable in the car as they watch a movie, so he wore sweatpants. His decision becomes granted sweetly for another reward. Jongin’s dick is not suffocating from the tightness of jeans and he gets to get a hold of it right away. 

Sehun reaches for Jongin’s cock and begins to pump them both in his hands. The way Jongin’s length rubs against Sehun’s feels delicious. It’s the friction, but his giddy and pleasurable feelings are mostly due to the fact that their intimate parts are touching. Jongin catches sight of their girth differences. Whereas Sehun has an adorable, long cock, Jongin is lacking in an inch but he’s definitely thick. Jongin never knew how pretty a dick could be until he met Sehun’s. 

“Inside—“ Sehun mutters, pulling his hands away to slip his jeans past his asscheeks. “We’re going on the way, right?”

“It wasn’t what I planned tonight but fuck, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since we started.”

“Yeah, me—me too. Fingers, please.”

Jongin nods, reaching for the lube in the cup holder. Sehun flashes him a look of approval, obviously proud that Jongin is making the right move to grab lube. Jongin knows Sehun’s not a fan of dry prep, and now he learns that Sehun doesn’t want Jongin’s cock with makeshift lube. The wonders of Oh Sehun. Who knew that could be such a compliment and lift Jongin’s spirits.

Sehun winces when Jongin slips a finger in from behind. “Cold,” he cries, bouncing away from Jongin’s hand. 

“Shit. My bad. What am I supposed to do now?”

“It’s okay, just go for it, I’ll be alright.”

“That’s all I ever want,” Jongin mumbles. Absent-mindedly, of course. He wouldn’t want to ruin their hot moment with a gentle comment. “Sorry,” he quickly says, then shoves a finger inside of Sehun. 

“That was harsh!”

“No it wasn’t.”

“It’s cold,” Sehun argues with a pout. 

“Shut up, I know you like it rough like that. Did you not?” Jongin says with a smug tone. 

Sehun only emphasizes his pout, then nods quickly. “Add another.”

Jongin obliges and pulls out one of his digits to circle his rim. He traces Sehun’s pretty hole for a few seconds before slipping in two lubed fingers. Sehun almost whines in discontent. 

“What now?”

“Harder, wasn’t hard enough,” Sehun says. “Thought you were gonna do the same thing.”

“Really?” Jongin sputters in astonishment. 

Jongin stops listening to Sehun’s complaints and begins working his fingers in and out of Sehun. He only accepts Sehun’s breathy noises, which don’t come easy. Jongin has to fuck him harder, get his fingers inside of Sehun roughly just to earn a sweet sound. He was never this stubborn before, but it’s been a long while since they’ve had sex, so maybe Sehun’s really asking for Jongin to do something. Jongin doesn’t mean to sound like that person, but Sehun’s probably had sex recently. Jongin hasn’t in almost two months. What’s got Sehun so worked up to be fucked all rough and hurridly anyway? He never likes when Jongin is gentle. Jongin wonders if it means anything else, but he doesn’t think about it too much. Rough is what Sehun is used to—unfortunately. Sometimes. 

“Jongin, come on I'm ready,” Sehun rasps. 

There’s something about that. It’s been way too long since he’s heard his name like that . “Say it again.”

“I’m ready,” Sehun repeats with a labored breath. 

“No. Say my name.”

Sehun shakes his head before tilting it back and riding out Jongin’s fingers. “Jongin, come on, Jongin. Get inside me. It’s been so long, Jongin.”

Jongin nods in content then ushers Sehun off of his lap. Sehun’s not too happy about that by the look of his face when he is being lifted off Jongin’s lap. 

“Okay, first of all. I’m shocked you can pick me up like that. Secondly, what the fuck, I’m not gonna ride you?”

“Can’t have you telling me what to do and ride me. Do you think you deserve both?”

Sehun grins. “I’m really naughty, so maybe not. Maybe you should punish me.”

“So this is your kink?” Jongin says, lightly teasing.

“Nope. I just like dirty talk. Don’t you know by now? It’s riling you up too, isn’t it? Makes you wanna spank my ass, right?”

Jongin lets out a soft chuckle. “Yes, yes. You’re so unreal and nasty at the same time, Sehunnie.”

The passenger seat is pulled at the way back with enough room for both their bodies. Sehun is on his back with Jongin in between him, both their pants pooled around his ankles. The length of Sehun’s neck looks incredibly tempting, it doesn’t take him another thought to lean down and claim it. He laps his tongue up the expanse and leaves a trail of kisses in its wake. He’s warm and his scent is stronger—the scent. Jongin’s known since he got into the car, but it’s more intoxicating with Jongin’s face buried into his skin. 

“You smell good, babe,” Jongin murmurs against his neck. 

“Yeah? Just for you, like you said.”

“Good boy, someone does know how to listen after all.”

Sehun chokes on a laugh. “Stop.”

Jongin pulls away and Sehun gives him a harsh expression. “I don’t cross any lines,” Jongin says as he raises one hand in defense. The other is propping his weight above Sehun. 

“Stop making mean remarks to me,” Sehun says in pout. “I didn’t mean if. Keep going. Touch me. Don’t stop.”

Sehun raises his back away from the seat to pull his shirt off. Jongin is gifted with the sight of Sehun’s beautiful, unblemished body. No marks signaling that he was with anyone else. All of it, it’s a mouthwatering sight too beautiful to witness. 

Jongin’s cock is pressing against Sehun’s inner thigh. As tempting as it is, he really wants to spend more time exploring Sehun’s body all over again. He misses this. Terribly misses having his body. He leans down and engulfs a hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and giving it a real good sucking. Sehun whimpers and catches Jongin’s cheeks in his hands, stroking his face tenderly. It almost feels too good, too raw and real. Jongin has to pull away because of the spark he feels over the lust.

Sehun is looking at him with these large, gentle eyes, neediness pools amongst them. Jongin roams his eyes along each and every feature. The wetness of his neck, the redness of his nipple. His toned abs, with his chest heaving up and down. Sehun’s beautiful, leaking pink cock. It’s such a sight to drink up and relish. Sehun makes Jongin’s heart do summersaults, and makes his dick thrum with anticipation. Suddenly, he realizes Sehun may make him feel all these things. Sehun does this to many. Jongin isn’t any different as he wishes to be. 

Jongin curls his fingers around the pale pillar, owning it in his rough grip. “Does he touch you like this?”

“No,” Sehun answers. Jongin immediately forms a grin. As quick as it rose, it’s even faster to falter because Sehun says, “Harder.”

“He touches you more than this?”

“No. He doesn’t touch me like this at all.”

“Sehun…” Jongin murmurs with hesitancy, eventually understanding what Sehun is implying. There’s a look in Sehun’s eyes that tells him he’s alright, so he urges his thumb down. Harder . 

“Shit, just like that. Just—like that,” Sehun moans just beneath a whisper. 

Jongin has always hated Sehun’s eye rolls but this…this is a look of bliss and Jongin is feeding off it tonight. He’s captivating, a sight so mesmerizing Jongin will come to think of it for decades. 

“Do you call him any names?”

“Sometimes. Only when I dress up for him—“

Jongin bites his lip then curses, “That son of a bitch is kinky as hell. What do you call him, Sehun?” 

“Daddy or alpha.”

“Will you call me that?” Jongin asks, reaching for his cock and pumping it. He can’t stand it. It’s disgusting to hear, but it’s also making him lose control. 

“Just wanna call you by your name,” Sehun says confidently, for the first time during this entire exchange of words. 

“My name? Why,” Jongin asks. It feels too simple, as if Jongin isn’t as important to him as Baekhyun. 

Sehun slowly reaches up, planting his hands on Jongin’s arms as he kneads the muscles. “Wanna say your name, properly let everyone know who’s making me feel so good.”

“You say all the right things, Sehun.” Jongin gives it to him, presses the head of his cock against Sehun’s hot hole until he’s going down in one swift thrust—just the way Sehun likes it. “But I want you to call me something dirty, Sehun.”

“Which— Jongin —which one?”

Jongin starts to make his movements come to life, easing Sehun into the stretch. “What suits me best, baby? What do you want to call me.”

Sehun starts to shake beneath him as he whimpers, “ Alpha , alpha please fuck me. No more small talk, fuck me now!”

As embarrassing as it is, Jongin senses he won’t last long tonight. It’s been weeks of late nights, touching himself to the thought of Sehun. Sehun’s slick, wet thighs and his burning heat. Sehun’s body flush against his own. It’s overwhelming to say the least.

Finally, finally Jongin thinks as he fucks into the masterpiece beneath him. Sehun utters out little alpha’s here and there, whenever Jongin would fuck into him brutally. That’s it, Sehun’s just a dirty, aggressive little one. Jongin always knew that. But right now, with Sehun’s fingers digging into his skin and his filthy pet name, Jongin can’t help but think out loud, “Gosh, you’re such a slut for me.”

“Yes, yes, Jongin just for you,” Sehun moans, pulling Jongin closer. 

The leather is disgusting against his knees and the windows are fogged. He knows the car is shaking from the outside. Sehun’s own knees press against the door and the console. It can’t be comfortable, and yet, he looks in utter bliss. 

Jongin is surrounded by hotness, tight and snug from Sehun’s hole. His legs quiver unskillfully as he fucks into Sehun with rough thrusts. It’s not just him because Sehun shakes beneath him as he clenches around Jongin’s length. 

“Gosh please please let me make a mess. Can I make a mess inside here? My come on you and your car. Please let—let me make a mess of you and I.”

“I’m not Baekhyun, you’d never have to beg like this, Sehunnie,” Jongin reminds him. While it undeniably turns him on, he doesn’t want to share Sehun in the way Baekhyun has him. He doesn’t want to think that somebody else sees him this way, and does these things to him. Jongin refuses, so he tucks this memory into his mental pocket, never wanting this to happen between them again. Sehun’s head tilts back from a handful of his hair in Jongin’s fist as he aggressively pulls it. “Come.”

Sehun does just that. He loosens his arms around Jongin and fucks his fist along with Jongin’s shaky thrusts, pumping himself as white streaks leak in between their chest. 

“That’s right babe. Coming for your one and only alpha, just for me yes?”

“Only you,” Sehun whimpers, fingers aggressively scratching the seat, Jongin thinks he hears a tear. “Fuck, Jongin. Just you. Shit I think I—“

Jongin blocks out everything else and goes undone from the sight of Sehun squirming beneath him. His legs spread as far as they can in this cramped space and his back arches off the seat. Jongin drinks in the sight as he continues fucking into Sehun, so long he starts to overstimulate the both of them. He just can’t seem to stop. 

“Jongin—Jongin come on, don’t do it,” Sehun warns, using his hands to press against Jongin’s sweaty clothed chest. 

“Shit,” Jongin utters and gently pulls out. “Sorry.”

“No. It felt good. I just—I can’t do another. We shouldn’t. It’s messy as is.”

Jongin collapses against Sehun’s come-stained body. Their hearts best against each other’s chests. Jongin only says what he truly feels, “Come to another birthday with me.” 

The movie goes completely ignored for Sehun stroking Jongin’s hair and Jongin tiresomely catching his breath in the cranny of Sehun’s neck. 

♡

This is their first time meeting days apart. It’s been a weekly thing between them until this. 

Jongin’s feelings are transparent. He knows he likes Sehun. There were hidden gentle touches beneath the rough during the time they spent in the car that started to make him think…does he have more feelings for Sehun? It goes beyond temptations and lust, he knows that. But he thinks he might feel more than just like for Sehun. 

With Sehun clinging to his arm as they walk through the entrance garden, Jongin thinks I really like you Sehun. A lot. I can’t wrap my head around these feelings. He is prettier than all of these colorful flowers. Of everything bright and cheerful surrounding them, he is unmatched. Perfect and beautiful beyond compare. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sehun scoffs, pulling Jongin to walk quicker. “You’re acting like a snail. Don’t worry, remember, I’m not here to embarrass you. Stop acting so nervous. I’ve met them before. I know how they are.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Jongin’s body naturally retracts back during his walking because Sehun is suddenly an anchor. “Now there’s something really wrong if that’s all you’re saying.” 

“No, there’s nothing wrong.”

Sehun finally allows them to pass the gates and the party is closer than ever. He doesn’t let them get too far because just when they’re stepping foot on the raised platform, Sehun stops them. He presses a quick kiss to Jongin’s lips. It’s their second kiss. While their action in bed is frantic and hot, Jongin appreciates their tiny kisses. It’s like time slows for them within these last two kisses.

“I believe you,” Sehun says against Jongin’s cheek. 

“You’re the one that shouldn’t worry. I’m fine. I just don't think my little girl will like her gift,” Jongin lies. 

“Wow, that's actually cute. Do you usually call her that? She’s not even your daughter. It’s nice.”

“Yeah. You know I love my sister’s kids.”

“Right. You’ll make a wonderful dad one day.”

Jongin knows he’s blushing. All he can utter is a soft, “Thanks.”

“Me being nice…it’s not weird is it?”

“I like it.”

“Well don’t expect it too often,” Sehun reminds him, locking his arm with Jongin’s, “You just caught me on a good day.” 

Jongin falls in love. From Sehun stuffing his face full of pink cupcakes to carrying Rahee to get a better view of the garden from the balcony. He is much kinder to the family members who are genuinely kind to him. Sehun looks dashing, there’s a glow surrounding him when he talks about himself. He dances with the other children, being the centerpiece of their giddy circle. Sehun gives him a grin whenever he catches Jongin staring at him. Jongin decides then, he is in love with Sehun.

He can’t thank Sehun enough for offering to stay back and help Jiyeon clean up the rented pool house. He is the perfect balance of playful, charming, and now Jongin knows how much domestic traits he possesses. It makes Jongin swoon much, much more. 

“I’ll take you home,” Jongin mentions when they’re slipping their coats on. 

“Wait,” Sehun halts. 

“Yeah?”

“Is it too much to ask if—never mind it’s silly.”

Jongin leans against the stone wall as he insists, “No, tell me.”

“It’s already late and I don’t like coming home this late, especially with my roommate out of town.”

“Yes, and?” 

Sehun looks as if his mouth is sewn up. He wants to speak but refuses, forcing his lips closed. It takes a few seconds with Jongin giving him the eyebrow for Sehun to finally add, “Can I stay with you? Or you can drop me off at my boss’ place or my mom’s but maybe not my mom either I don’t know. Nevermind, just take me home. It’s fine.” 

“You’re babbling,” Jongin says with an amused chuckle. “Come with me.”

“Slumber party, huh?” Jongin says, handing Sehun a freshly folded pair of silk pajamas. 

Sehun perks up. “Oh, I never had one of those with anyone who wasn’t my roommate.”

“How about it then? We’ll eat leftovers and watch a movie?” 

Jongin leaves him to change, meanwhile he prepares something on the smart television. They didn’t get to watch that movie during the drive-ins and fortunately, it’s available for streaming. He wonders if Sehun is the type to bury himself in someone else’s body when he’s afraid. How many people got to have Sehun so intimately? He doesn’t know if that’s a question he’s allowed to ask. 

Neither of them got to eat too much because Sehun helped Jungh be the host of the party games and Jongin was busy helping his grandma to her orders. They end up binge eating all the leftovers, their words exchanged are mostly recaps of the day and nice words about the food. 

The movie goes unwatched again. 

Sehun’s gone in the morning. 

♡ 

Jongin decides today is the day. He wants to confess. He wants to say the things he thought he would never say to Sehun. He feels like he’s rushing into things and he hopes to get to know Sehun better today. All he wants to do is invite him over and just talk, talk, and talk. Less mindless this time around, but properly get to know him. He even has a meal prepared. Sweet marinated steak and beef stew on the side. He doesn’t really know how Sehun’s taste palette is, but he wants to learn. 

The intercom announces Sehun’s presence and Jongin buzzes him in. Sehun is wearing a big white, puffy coat and a scarf. Jongin thinks they’ve broken a decent amount of boundaries for himself to unzip Sehun’s sweater and rid him off the scarf. Sehun lets him slip the jacket from his shoulders but resists with the scarf. He holds a face of shame when Jongin undoes it from his neck. For a second, Jongin wonders why sehun would appear so mortified—then he sees it. 

A display of hickeys litter Sehun’s neck. Jongin trails his eyes south, staring at Sehun who toes off his shoes. He walks off as if nothing happened. 

“Jongin—“

“Today's menu is beef,” Jongin announces, pulling out a seat for Sehun. 

Jongin can’t even look at him after he brings the main dishes to the plate and sits across from him. He stares at the steam from the strew rising to his face. It pricks his eyes, that’s what he blames it on. 

“It’s really good, Jongin. I didn’t know you cooked.”

Jongin hums, “I learned a few things.” For you.

“Do you like grilling?”

“I’m bad with aluminum foil. It always burns.”

“Oh, you should put oil on it,” Sehun says in between his nibbles of steak. 

Jongin purses his lips. “But the purpose of the foil is for preparing. Why would I need to double prep?”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Jongin wonders out loud, “So, you’re a cook?” 

This is what he wants. He desperately wants to understand Sehun, unravel the way Sehun spends his hours day by day. What flavors make Sehun lick his lips? What type of music does he sing in the car? Does he prefer morning showers or night? Jongin wants to know. Despite the eye sore, Jongin really wants to soak up Sehun’s pretty face and store Sehun’s trivial facts in his memories. 

“Only for myself. My roommate says I’m decent. I just do what I can to eat healthier and maintain my shape. I’m not the only one who adores my tiny waist.”

“Right,” Jongin mumbles. It ticks him off suddenly. He can’t go on having a simple dinner with the massive elephant in the room. 

“I’m—“

Jongin doesn’t look him in the eyes when he asks, “How many today?”

“H-how many what?”

“Clients, Sehun. Don’t be dense.”

Sehun puts his spoon down and curls into himself. “You know I can’t say those things.”

Jongin storms up and begins to pace the room with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. “And you know things are different between us, are they not?” 

“I’d like to think they are,” Sehun rasps in agreement.

“Now, how many before me? Today?”

“Two.”

“Yeah, alright. And who did this?” Jongin pushes his thumb into the red blotch on his column. 

Sehun hisses while biting his lip. “Not important.” 

Jongin hovers around Sehun in his seat as he rambles on, “Was he jealous that you had some other place to be after spending the day with him? Does he know I’m your favorite? You’ll always come back to me at the end of the day, Sehun. Does he know that? Do they all know the truth?”

Silence fills the room. It’s static noise. Then Jongin mutters, “Your food will get cold. Meet me in my room after.”

A couple of phrases repeat in Jongin’s head as he rests his back against the headboard. Sehun told him not to get attached. He told him that his clients know what they’re getting themselves into. It’s hardly Sehun’s fault that people want him. Maybe he should’ve been more careful. Then again, the only person who can protect Jongin’s own heart is himself. 

There’s a gentle knock on the door a couple minutes later. Jongin is fully clothed but Sehun comes in revealing his nude body. He knows very well, doesn’t he? How many men has he upset before, offering his body as an apology? 

Jongin is fueled with an undeniable rage. The only way he thinks it’ll lessen is proving something to Sehun. Punish him. He doesn’t think he’ll know how to control himself once he has Sehun in the way he wants. He doesn’t want to hurt him. He’ll have him in the only way he knows he won’t do too much. 

“Get on the bed, face down,” Jongin demands, pressing his palm in between Sehun’s shoulder blades. While he is pent up with frustration, he can still admire Sehun’s beautifully sculpted back. He is no longer anywhere near angel-like, but has the beautiful back of one and Jongin can see where his wings lie. 

Jongin pulls Sehun to the edge of the bed and retrieves his lube from in between his mattress. Not somewhere the son of a multimillion dollar company owner would put it, huh? He squirts an exaggerated amount on Sehun’s ass, watching it pour down the curve and leak onto his pale, pretty thighs. Jongin gives him a generous spank, bitter with the tenderness it already parades. 

It’s just him and Sehun’s body. Sehun even knows better not to utter a single word. Jongin inserts his cock in between the crevice of Sehun’s thighs, relishing in the tightness. His cock rubs against Sehun’s own, heightening his thrill. Jongin doesn’t think too much about Sehun, and spends his energy properly using Sehun’s body. 

Fingers dig into Sehun’s hips with possession as he begins to rock his body, getting his cock deep in the tight, wet opening. He fucks Sehun without a conscience, mind empty only chasing the pleasure. When Sehun whimpers, Jongin loses it for a mere second and thinks about how it feels to be inside Sehun. The way Sehun can’t ever get enough. He always wants it harder, harder, harder . Jongin gives him just that, fucking into him with a vigorous passion until he feels a knot coiling in his stomach. His thrusts are erratic as he forces Sehun deeper into the mattress, desperate to use his incredible thighs. In the midst of his climax, he forces Sehun’s back towards his chest, roams his hands all over Sehun’s body while he comes in between his thighs. It hardly feels good . 

Jongin feels guilt for using Sehun like this. It’s what they all do, and Jongin once considered himself different from the rest. Somewhere along their relationship Sehun admitted that he wasn’t. What was once fury that flooded his veins, quickly turns into a cold stream. His chest and heart feels like a cold block of ice—body numb and mind lost somewhere at sea. 

“Look, I think we should stop,” Jongin says after separating from Sehun. He inappropriately wipes his hands on the mattress and refuses to look in Sehun’s direction. 

“Stop what exactly?”

Jongin gives himself a minute to put on some shorts, and collect his thoughts. “I don’t want to see you anymore. Honestly, it’s not worth it.”

Sehun sputters in disbelief, “I’m sorry? Am I not good enough? Am I asking for too much?”

“It’s not healthy for me. I can’t stomach this. And I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Wait, Jongin please.”

Jongin escapes his bedroom, expecting Sehun. Go follow. He wanders around the open space as he attempts to compose himself, not wanting his voice to break and expose his complete vulnerability, “Just do what you usually do and then you'll finally be free. Isn’t that what you really want? I’m a nuisance who takes up too much of your time. I admit, I’m greedy for your love. I selfishly book you to no end, hoping we’ll change the story of us . But I’m starting to accept that this won’t happen my way. What was I thinking?” 

“You can’t,” Sehun bawls, catching Jongin’s wrist with the curl of his fingers. 

Jongin shoves Sehun’s touch away, instantly loathing himself for longing for it as soon as he tore away. “Why? Is there fine print in the contact that I didn’t read? For whatever reason I’ll just pay to get you out of it.”

“Jongin, I don’t want your money. Please listen to me.” 

There’s a look in Sehun’s eyes, filled with desperation, begging Jongin to listen. Jongin keeps his voice to himself because his heart aches for Sehun’s pained expression. He feels whatever Sehun feels, and he doesn’t know if something like this ever happened to him before. 

“I’m such an idiot. Seriously,” Sehun sobs in his nudity. He looks beyond vulnerable and powerless like this. “I don’t know if what we’re doing is because of how you are or if you actually like me. I’m not familiar with these acts of… kindness ? I didn’t understand your intentions because you never said anything. I’m not good with people using their actions. People tell me what they want, and I do it. I can’t—couldn’t—read what you wanted me to. I think it's taking me this moment to understand. For that I am sorry. Sorry for giving you a headache and getting your hopes up, dragging you out like this for so long.”

Jongin flickers his attention from Sehun’s eyes to his lips, wondering if he heard it right. If he focuses on Sehun’s lips longer, maybe he’ll understand what’s coming out of his mouth. 

“A headache? Never with you Sehun,” Jongin admits softly. He doesn’t handle situations like these very well, so he throws in a blatant punchline, “Well maybe a little bit. Just whenever you gave me those shell shocked looks after our kisses.”

“I didn’t understand why you’d kiss me,” Sehun continues with a pout. 

“I guess my signs of affection were futile all this time. If you need a verbal telling, I would like to confess that I am falling in love with you Sehun.”

If a person could embody the image of a shocked emoji, it would be Sehun in this moment. “ O-oh .”

“Hm?”

Sehun nervously bounces from heel to toe. Jongin has never seen him this antsy. “I just thought you really liked me. I never had…anyone tell me that before,” he responds shyly. 

Jongin fetches Sehun a blanket and drapes it over his shoulders. He leans forward and fills Sehun’s cheek with numerous kisses. “I love you, Sehun.”

“Now I feel awful!” Sehun shrieks, curling himself into the warm layer. 

“What why?”

“This,” he points at his neck in remorse, “Gosh, I asked for it. I begged and begged for him to give it to me. Thought it would make you jealous. I needed to see that for myself. And my plan worked—mostly. You got jealous but I thought you’d tell me you didn’t want other people seeing me. I didn’t think you’d drop me because of it.”

“It really hurt, Sehun. You always say no marks. But somehow Baekhyun always gets to give you them.”

“I know. I know,” Sehun utters, “It wasn’t him. That’s even worse. I just asked for it from an ameatur client.”

“Do you love me, Sehun?”

Sehun looks at him through his damp lashes. His lips quiver but his words possess certainty when he answers, “I think I do. I feel something. I don’t know what it is yet.”

“That’s good enough,” Jongin singsongs, urgently pulling Sehun into his chest, wanting to squeeze all life and love out of him. 

Sehun pokes his head out from Jongin's bare chest and gives him a demure look as he mutters, “But where will we take this? What happens with me? I’m…an escort . I have sex for money. You can’t expect me to quit my job for a relationship.”

“You still want to see me and other men?”

“I don’t but…do I have a choice?

Jongin would never come in between Sehun and his personal matters just because they have some mutual feelings for each other. Truth be told, he never thought this far. He didn't even know if Sehun felt the same—he just knew there was something . Determinedly, he proposes, “Let me have you properly tonight then we can talk about it tomorrow.” 

“I’d like that," Sehun beams with a toothy grin. 

The blanket pools around their feet and Jongin playfully shimmies off his shorts. Sehun goofily runs butt naked into the bedroom. Jongin's heart is racing because of their playfulness. He sees a future where he and Sehun don't have to tiptoe around each other, wondering what is the right thing to do between them. Finally, he thinks. Sehun is ( almost ) all mine.

A vixen claims his bed, legs spread wide and willing. Jongin crawls in between his body and traces the outline of his adam's apple, gulping when he witnesses it bob. He will come to taint his neck with his own marks, replace the old ones with new ones. Not today, he won't focus on where someone's already been, instead, sink his teeth elsewhere. 

"Have these been milked yet?" Jongin says in a teasing tone.

"Jongin—no, don't say those things," he says with a whiny groan.  

"Fine, but seriously, have they been played with yet?"

Sehun shakes his head. "No, they haven't. You could be the first today."

Jongin takes up Sehun's offer, bending over to engulf one of Sehun's perky nipples. He keeps his eyes trained on Sehun's own as he laps the bud, swirling his tongue in tandem with flicking the other that doesn't have the attention of his mouth. Sehun squirms between his touches, back arching and legs closing up whenever Jongin would nibble the sensitive bead. Jongin is delighted to see Sehun respond this way, always shaking from Jongin's actions. 

The tip of his tongue doesn't stay on Sehun's nipple for too long. They work their similar magic on the neglected bud until he is lapping his tongue along the fine lines of Sehun's abs. Though Sehun's body is mostly smooth and flawless, he keeps his happy trail and Jongin eagerly traces his tongue along it until he gets to Sehun's pretty cock. He can't help but leave a feathery kiss in its wake.

"Want me to touch it?" Jongin asks sweetly.

"No—not yet please."

Jongin gets onto his feet and searches for the bottle of lube that was poorly discarded somewhere in the room. Instead of catching sight of the bottle, he finds Sehun looking up at him with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?”

“No lube,” Sehun whispers. “Just…open me up with your spit.”

Jongin shakes his head immediately. “No. You don’t like it.”

Sehun pulls Jongin onto him, swiftly takes Jongin’s fingers into his mouth. The sight of his tongue swirling amongst all the digits is enough to make Jongin’s knees weak. His puffy lips suck each digit individually until he comes off with a pop after wetting each of them. He huffs, “Jongin—Jongin, do you really want to know?”

Jongin doesn’t need context to understand what he’s asking. “I’ve been dying to. Tell me, baby.”

“You’ve known all along.”

“Being loud is not a kink,” Jongin says with a chuckle. 

“No, that’s—that’s not it. Manhandle me."

“But I already—“

Sehun covers Jongin’s mouth and replaces Jongin’s speech with his own talking, “Need you to hurt me. Choke me, slap me. Bite me, scratch me. Something. I really like the sting of you being dry.”

“Have clients done this to you?” Jongin manages after Sehun loosens his touch. 

“I never let them. Not anymore at least. If they knew, they wouldn’t know my limits and keep doing it. I stopped allowing people to. But Jongin—I trust you. Please, please hurt me.” 

Inflicting pain on Sehun has never been a thing Jongin would’ve ever thought to do. The desperation in Sehun’s voice is enough to convince him otherwise. Sehun trusts Jongin and that just might be the most heartwarming statement he has ever heard.

Sehun scoots towards the headboard, desperately trying to bring Jongin with him. Jongin never knew Sehun could be so strong—demanding is certain, but Sehun's physical capabilities are really making his dick hard. It doesn't end there because Sehun starts to encourage him, “Need to sit on ur lap. Let me ride you. You’ll dig your fingers into my skin, yeah?”

“Fuck, sure anything for you, Hun.”

“Okay, just finger me open really fast.”

“ Fast like fuck, right now fast or like fast-fast ?”

Sehun furrows his eyebrows then shoves his shoulder. “Stop being so confusing, just do it.”

Jongin doesn’t need Sehun to say more. 

They get into a good position with Sehun on his lap then he reaches behind Sehun and inserts his spit-slick finger. It slips into Sehun’s hole without resistance and Sehun lets out a breathy moan. It’s the sweetest, most gentle sound that has ever escaped Sehun’s lips. This must mean something different for the both of them now. His moan was as tender as this new moment between them. 

“Another please,” Sehun begs. 

After the amount of times together, Jongin knows how much Sehun can take just by feeling the stretch around his fingers. He thrusts two fingers inside him before sneaking in a third, watching the way Sehun unravels on top of him. Sehun tightens his thighs around Jongin's body as Jongin erratically fucks him with three urgent digits. He pulls away when he feels a spirt of come paint against his own chest. When Sehun leaks pre-come, it's only a matter of seconds before he's begging for more . 

"Gonna fill yourself up with this dick?" Jongin asks dirtily, already pumping himself with his wet fingers. 

"Yeah, yeah, let me sit on it, please," Sehun ushers hurriedly, animatedly bouncing on Jongin's lap just to prove how ready he is. 

"You're out of this world, Sehun."

Sehun lets out an amused chuckle. "Yeah, gonna take you to a whole 'nother universe."

Jongin is all for Sehun's playful talk. He feels a deeper spark in between them as opposed to their needy-gritty talk. While their dirty talk is sexy and magnifying, the siliness between them goes unmatched because of how intimate and raw it feels. Jongin could probably come to Sehun talking about lunch with his roommate so long as he is inside Sehun.

For the last few months, Jongin has done nothing but fuck the living day lights out of Sehun. All they've done was unbury Sehun's biggest desires. Tonight it's different. With Sehun riding his cock, arms around his neck and knees digging in his sides, the spark between them ignites an even brighter light. Jongin does as Sehun requests, digging harder and harder . They equally cling onto each other for dear life as Sehun experly swivels his hips. Jongin makes sure to leave the deepest scratches down Sehun's back. Sehun clenches and rides him faster every time. 

Jongin and Sehun's lips collide in a sublime kiss—fervor, elevation, and bliss. It takes Jongin's breath away as he sucks on Sehun's lips, earning breathless whimpers from Sehun. Their tongues clash and their teeth clink. Jongin is lost in this moment with Sehun's tight heat and kisses. 

When Sehun pulls away to bury himself back into the crook of Jongin's neck, Jongin thinks…this is what it feels like to be in love with Sehun.

Jongin doesn't realize he sheds tears until he catches a drop of wetness on Sehun's shoulder. He touches it with the tip of his pointer finger and rubs it into one of Sehun's opening scratches. Sehun gasps at the sting and Jongin continues to caress it, murmuring words of assurance. 

They come at once when Jongin desperately pulls out and fists both their cocks. Jongin reminds himself that one day, he really needs a taste of Sehun's come. He always refuted, but now he might be easier to convince. Jongin has the permission to take care of him now.

Jongin gets the opportunity to properly give Sehun the aftercare he deserves. He wipes him down gently and pampers him with gentle kisses. The bath is big enough for both of them. Sehun wants the water hotter, but Jongin fears it'll irritate Sehun's skin. He finally has marks that belong to Jongin. 

Sehun slumps into Jongin's chest and mindlessly coats their legs with bubbles. “Jongin, I’ve always liked you."

“You’re kidding…” Jongin says into his damp hair.

“I never wanted to cross any lines. It was inappropriate. You were too much of my type, I had to distance myself the only way I knew how to. I was really mean to you because I couldn’t have us getting closer. I wish I didn’t do that.”

Jongin presses a tender kiss against Sehun's temple and laces their fingers beneath the water. “Things might’ve been different but I don’t regret how we started off. I got to know you through a bumpy road. I’m able to really know you.”

♡

Jongin is in the company's photoshoot room, waiting to apply his makeup when someone pops up from behind him with their fingers around his neck. He thinks it's Sehun so he playfully grabs his hands and slots the fingers into his mouth. A squeal that does not belong to Sehun occurs, causing Jongin to snap his neck from trying to get a good look.

"Baekhyun!" Jongin cries. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't see Sehunnie on the first day of the job?" When Jongin doesn’t respond right away Baekhyun gives him a really assertive expression and snaps, "Honestly, can I have a word with you, my man?" 

With Jongin being as determined—and yet completely stubborn—as he is, he wants to come across their discussion first, so he immediately starts off, “I don’t want you to look at him and think about what could’ve been. Those memories? Erase them.”

“You act like Sehun was my only fuck. Sehun’s great but I have my own toy, you know? If you weren’t so wrapped up with you and your love life—and your jealousy towards me—you’d know that I have a boyfriend. Some kind of friend you are, Jongin,” Baekhyun says with an insolent attitude. 

Jongin is completely taken aback with his impromptu argument caught in his throat. “I’m sorry?”

“Jongin, you’ve started hating me for this shit. Honestly I let it happen because Sehun always told me about how fun it was for him. Seeing you jealous and all. So I never mentioned it. But I’m happy with Sehun as my friend and I'm very happy with my own boyfriend. It would be nice to bury the hatchet with my best friend so I can be super happy with my favorite three people in my life.” 

Jongin most certainly didn’t know any of that. It’s just been work, Sehun, and moping for the last few months. He apologizes with a pout, “I’m really sorry I’ve been so selfish and closed minded, Baekhyun.”

“By all means, I appreciate it because now I know Sehun will be in good hands.”

Jongin clamps both of his hands around Baekhyun’s shoulder and drops his forehead against Baekhun’s own. “Hm, right speaking of hands—“

Baekhyun flicks his forehead with an incredible force. “You said to get rid of the memories. I don’t know what it means to touch him. Sorry, can't help you there! You dug your own ditch.”

“Let’s dig it out really quick then come on!” Jongin starts to bawl, tugging on Baekhyun’s jacket with a childish hop in his system. 

“My lips are sealed. I thought I taught you everything already.”

“Yeah but—“

“Have you ever used toys on him before? I dunno about Sehun but my boy loves being fingered with a vibrator inside of him.” 

Jongin didn’t think he could get it out of him. “Shit um, it sounds good.”

“It’s really good.” Baekhyun brings him in, ruffling his hair despite the way Taeyong just styled it mere minutes ago. “Are we like…gonna bond over sex or something now? You were always a prude.”

Jongin is definitely insecure about his experience in contrast to Sehun’s abundance of sex. It’s not something that bothers him because he’s able to learn from the best. 

“Jongin! Your hair is unkempt,” Taeyong shouts at him, combing down the flyaway hairs. 

“Sorry,” Jongin says quietly. 

“Oh, look who we have here,” Baekhyun mumbles, giving Taeyong a look from head to toe. 

Jongin is aware of their hateful friendship. There is never a moment where they aren’t biting each other’s heads off, but they also bring out the best in each other—suddenly Jongin understands. 

Sehun comes over just in time to clamp Jongin’s mouth shut before he could catch flies. 

“Did you not know?” Sehun says with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around Jongin’s waist. “I heard you say something about me being sloppy seconds?”

“I didn’t say it like that. I never thought that after we met,” Jongin defends himself anxiously. 

“I’m kidding, sweetheart. It looks like somebody else is into this kind of thing too,” Sehun snickers as his eyes linger on Jongin’s best friends. 

“I smell a foursome! I can prepare all of it,” Baekhyun chirps with a hand raised in the air. 

Jongin is quick to decline, pulling Sehun away from the chaos in the makeup corner. He guides them to the bright lights and multiple cameras. 

“Ready for one of your first shoots?”

“With you, I’m ready for anything.”

“You’re sweet, aren’t you?” Jongin pecks his cheek and notices something. “You’re using the cherry blush!”

“I don’t get why blush should be flavored but yes. This is what I’m modeling—the new blush line.”

“Hey, I'm not the one who works in the formula department.”

“Isn’t that something marketing handles?”

“I'm a clueless son with my childhood nickname in the company trademark,” Jongin retorts with a lopsided grin. “I’m certain about one thing though. Want to know what it is?”

“If it’s one of your soft, flirting lines, don’t.”

“It’s you ,” Jongin squeaks then promptly shows Sehun into the limelight of cameras and white glow.