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One day, Jiwoon sits in front of Suha-hyung and says, “I have a secret.”
Suha-hyung looks at him, expectant.
Jiwoon hesitates. And then says, “Dohyeok and I — we could read each other’s minds.”
A pause.
A few seconds pass.
Suha-hyung tilts his head slightly.
Jiwoon couldn’t hold it anymore and finally burst out, “Just kidding! Did you fall for that? Suha-hyung, you shouldn’t be so gullible! Don’t just believe everything anybody tells you!”
Suha-hyung blinks. Stares at him for what feels like forever before smiling and taking him into his arms. “If it’s you, Jiwoonie… I would always believe everything you say. You know that, right?” smiling, he pats Jiwoon’s hair a few times and gets up, heading for the door to go for an errand.
Jiwoon stares after him even long after he’s gone, a smile frozen stiff on his face.
A snort.
You spineless coward. Dohyeok mocks him. His voice is as clear as if he’s physically here, even when he’s actually hundreds kilometers away. 10 points to Suha for the implication he’s going to support you even if you’re going *insane*.
“Shut up.” Jiwoon sighs. Hears Dohyeok’s answering laugh. “At least I have someone I could confide in.” Unlike you. He doesn’t even need to say it.
Ouch. Dohyeok says, fake-hurt. A hint of laughter coloring the impression he’s sending Jiwoon. That’s just cold, little brother. As expected of you.
Jiwoon rolls his eyes. Go back to your shareholders meeting and lead it properly, Mr. Executive Director. asshole. He adds, knowing Dohyeok would still pick it up.
You’re the boss, so why am I even leading this meeting? Do your job properly, you jerk. A flare of mild annoyance tints Dohyeok’s words. Not irritation so much as an inconvenience.
Like you said, I’m the boss now. Meaning, I can just delegate such a troublesome task to my capable Executive Director.
You brat. Dohyeok rolls his eyes, letting his presence fade from Jiwoon’s mind.
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Jiwoon and Dohyeok have a secret.
They could read each other’s minds.
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It’s not a big deal, so they don’t talk about it.
Secrets are meant to be kept, not talked about.
Also.
It’s just plain *embarrassing.*
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All his life, he had always been able to read Dohyeok’s mind, and vice versa. Wait, maybe read was not exactly the right word for it. He could *hear* what Dohyeok’s thinking inside his head, could *feel* what Dohyeok’s feeling.
How can we talk to each other even when our mouths are not opening? Small Jiwoon asked Dohyeok-hyung, who was older than him by two years.
Dohyeok-hyung shrugged. Must be because we’re kids. Maybe when we grew up, this would change.
At the time, Dohyeok-hyung’s explanation made sense. After all, the two of them were the only ones able to communicate through their minds, and the two of them were also the only children in the neighborhood.
Reading each other’s minds and feeling each other’s emotions.
It was a normal, natural thing for them–easy and effortless as breathing.
They thought the rest of the world was also the same.
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When Dohyeok-hyung entered Kindergarten, Jiwoon was anxious to hear about the other children.
“How was your first day at school, darling?” CEO Lee said, taking Dohyeok into her arms and lifting him up. Dohyeok laughed and kissed her cheek.
“I made lots of friends and we made a fortress together!” Dohyeok told her.
Can you talk to them in your mind? Jiwoon, trudging behind CEO Lee, asked.
Dohyeok-hyung looked down at him from CEO Lee’s arms, a confused frown on his face. It’s weird. I don’t think they could hear me. I’m not sure. It could also be because I’m new and they already have their own clique.
Jiwoon tilted his head. That’s not good, right? he said in his mind. Out loud, he said, “Welcome home, hyung.”
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By the time both of them were in Elementary school, they realized they were the *weird* ones.
They were watching some cartoons on TV in the living room carpeted floor, CEO Lee studiously reading some papers on the couch.
This can’t be right. Dohyeok-hyung said in his mind. “This movie is boring. Is there nothing better on TV at this hour?”
Jiwoon rolled his eyes. “Get the TV remote and change the channel yourself then.” What? The fact that we’re freaks?
“You should hit them when someone insults you!” Dohyeok-hyung was shouting at the TV, but Jiwoon knew he was talking to him.
And make the situation worse, while also getting labeled as a troublemaker? No, thanks. He snorted. “Violence is never the solution, hyung.” Jiwoon says sweetly for CEO Lee’s ears.
CEO Lee smiled approvingly. “That’s right, honey.”
“You’re such a grandma’s boy.” Dohyeok says, rolling his eyes. No way it ended that peacefully. What did you do?
Right.
They went to different elementary schools because CEO Lee wanted them to broaden their horizons beyond each other—whatever that meant.
Distance actually had an influence on their mind reading powers. It was always the strongest when they were physically within touch. There was only 40 KM distance between their schools, an hour by car maybe, and both were still within Seoul. But it was enough distance to ascertain that they could receive some glimpses of feelings and stray thoughts, but nothing concrete and no way to make sense of the impression.
This way—asking what happened—would make Jiwoon think back again on what he did at school, and Dohyeok-hyung would be able *read* his thoughts.
Dohyeok-hyung blinked. Snorted.
I can’t believe you said violence is bad and then did such a thing to that bully kid. Hid his homework book so the kid got punished by the teacher? Now that was just petty. I wholly approved.
He grinned and sent Jiwoon a thumb up.
Jiwoon blinked. Felt his face heat up, so he buried his face on the pillow and turned away from his hyung.
At the tender age of 9, Dohyeok-hyung’s approval meant the world to him. He wished he could keep making Dohyeok-hyung smile in such a way at him.
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It was only much, much, MUCH later that he realized the biggest reason he unconditionally trusted Dohyeok was that because of their shared powers, he was the one person in this entire world who could *NOT* lie to him.
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High school was a mistake.
As if being a hormonal teenager with frequent emotional up-and-downs was not bad enough, the fact they could feel and hear each other inside the privacy of their own mind made it so much worse.
Nowhere to hide.
They couldn’t even process their own thoughts without the other knowing and interpreting them in their own way.
The thing was—
Just because you could hear the other’s thoughts and feel what the other was feeling, didn’t mean you understood.
Even when you understood, didn’t mean you could accept the attitude that resulted from it either.
When they were children, it was fun and games. But now—
Some things were just NOT meant to be shared.
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The thing is— Dohyeok was staring at him from the window of his classroom on the 3rd floor, resting his chin on his hand. --Suha and I are supposed to be dating. So… why is it he keeps running to you each time I look away?
Jiwoon didn’t bother looking at him. Instead, he focused his attention on Suha-hyung, who was hesitantly handing him a towel and a water bottle. He smiled at the older boy. “Thank you, hyung.”
Suha looked away, expression torn between embarrassment and discomfort.
What a joke. Dohyeok said derisively in Jiwoon’s mind, in the nastiest tone Jiwoon had ever heard Dohyeok utter.
Wow.
Bad mood much? Not that Jiwoon even cared what caused it. He had learned that the best way to deal with Dohyeok in a snit was just to ignore him.
Don’t give him any fuel.
Let him run himself to the ground.
Suha would still obey me like a dog, you know. Even with you in the picture, if I say ‘jump’, he would still do it without question. He won’t even ask ‘how high’, he would just do it.
Huh.
Jiwoon blinked. Looked at Suha-hyung. Then raised his eyes and looked at Dohyeok’s general direction in the building on the other side of the track field.
Dohyeok seemed to be under the impression that Jiwoon had a crush on Suha-hyung. And he sounded… not exactly pleased about it.
Jiwoon smirked.
Careful, cousin dear. It almost sounds like you *care.* He tilted his head to the side, resting a hand across Suha’s shoulders—making sure Dohyeok could see the gesture from his place across the field.
Dohyeok straightened in his window. Flipped him off, and turned away—disappearing from Jiwoon’s view.
Suha glanced at Jiwoon’s hand. Blinked up at him. “Jiwoon?”
“Sorry, Suha-hyung.” Jiwoon smiled, taking his hand off of Suha slowly, making a show of dusting off some invisible dust. “I thought I saw some annoying flies.”
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For Dohyeok, Suha was only a toy, a momentary distraction. Jiwoon didn’t need mind-reading ability to know this.
He was pretty sure even Suha himself knew it.
So why did Suha insist on staying by Dohyeok’s side?
Dohyeok was cool and smart and always seemed to know what to say. He made you feel special just by being inside his orbit. Jiwoon couldn’t fault Suha for that, for wanting a bit of that attention.
After all, Jiwoon was the same way.
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When both Dohyeok and Jiwoon entered college, both moved out of the Main House and lived in their own place in order to be closer to each of their universities—so that they could pretend they couldn’t read each other’s minds. A student dorm for Jiwoon, an apartment for Dohyeok.
Nothing remarkable about this period except for the fact that their universities are at the opposite end of each other while still located within Seoul.
Nothing remarkable, except that for one summer, Jiwoon came back to the Main House only to find Dohyeok’s sleeping sprawled wearing only a loose pajama pants on his bed, in his room.
On Jiwoon’s bed.
In Jiwoon’s room.
Hugging Jiwoon’s pillows.
What the fuck.
Hey, asshole. Jiwoon called in his mind.
No response.
He hesitated.
Then, in a low voice, “...Dohyeok-hyung.”
Dohyeok’s breathing stayed steady, no change whatsoever.
For some reason, it annoyed Jiwoon. He looked over Dohyeok’s half naked body. Some faint muscle definitions seemed to have formed over his stomach, his arms.
Dohyeok had been working out.
He didn’t know why this fact bothered him.
Sitting on the bed, he reached out and pressed his palm over Dohyeok’s stomach. Let it rise and fall along with Dohyeok’s breathing. His finger started tracing lines over Dohyeok’s ribs, and down to his navel. Curiously, he pressed a fingerpad over Dohyeok’s navel, feeling the uneven skin there.
Dohyeok swatted a hand in his general direction, before settling back down, eyes still closed.
Interesting.
He started again, this time tracing a line from Dohyeok’s navel to the waistband of his loose pajama pants. He pulled on the elastic waistband, and waited—but there was no response. So he continued pulling down the pants until they were off and chucked them somewhere behind him.
Now Dohyeok was completely naked and completely at his mercy.
…well, not exactly. But he would be, soon.
Jiwoon would make sure of that.
First thing first.
He stared at Dohyeok’s crotch.
Dohyeok’s limp cock stared at him pitifully.
He sighed. Lowered himself until his nose was nearly level with the head of Dohyeok’s cock. Then, experimentally, he licked it.
It stayed limp.
Oh fine. Jiwoon rolled his eyes. You’re really as spoiled as your owner.
Then he licked the underside, from the top to base, rolling the balls in his palm, before going back again. This time, he properly inserted the head into his mouth, sucking on it, and tried to work on it in earnest.
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“What the fuck.” Dohyeok said.
He woke up to find Jiwoon sucking his cock, and he was totally not awake enough to decide whether this was a dream or reality.
It was messy and inexpert and he probably had had better. But this was *Jiwoon*, the prissy princess himself, so that fact alone made the experience that much better.
Jiwoon looked up from between his thighs, his cheeks flushed, his lips stretched around Dohyeok’s cock, spit-slick and shiny and so different from the usually calm and collected Jiwoon that it kinda made Dohyeok want to kiss him.
So he forced Jiwoon down instead, making him swallow Dohyeok’s cock. His eyes widened in surprise and he tried to pull out but in this position Dohyeok had the advantage and didn’t let him. He held Jiwoon’s head down with both hands until he cum in his mouth. The only reason he pulled out quickly afterward was so that he could creampie on Jiwoon’s face and see his disgusted face and lord it over him.
Jiwoon glared at him. But considering he did it through the cum on his face, he only looked *adorable* to Dohyeok.
Dohyeok smirked smugly.
Only to yelp a second later, as Jiwoon grabbed Dohyeok’s balls and squeezed them. Hard.
Considering Dohyeok just cum a minute ago, he was still so very sensitif and couldn’t handle the sudden sensation, his brain unable to decide between pain and pleasure.
Then Jiwoon put Dohyeok’s thighs together and slipped his cock in between. He stood on his knees and pulled Dohyeok’s pressed thighs to his chest and started thrusting, slowly at first, and sped up once he got Dohyeok firmly in place.
Jiwoon was only thrusting between Dohyeok’s thighs and did not really touch Dohyeok’s cock, but Dohyeok just cum and still feeling all kinds of oversensitive and Jiwoon’s cock sliding in and out between his thighs felt more like a tease, like a promise of things to come since it was close to his own cock and he really wanted to cum again, wanted the stimulated feelings again.
He tried on his own to move closer, tried to get Jiwoon’s cock closer to his own, but Jiwoon slapped his hand away.
“None of that.” Jiwoon said, meanly. “It’s my turn.”
“Jerk.” Dohyeok swore, and tried to move his legs since his ass was kinda in the air and the position was uncomfortable now that Jiwoon was positively wouldn’t bend to his whim.
Jiwoon just held Dohyeok’s legs tighter and continued his thrusting, heedless of Dohyeok’s protests. A short while later, his cum spurts all over Dohyeok—his stomach, his chest, his jaw.
His hair.
Which was just. Ewww.
It was Dohyeok’s turn to glare at him.
“Payback’s a bitch.” Jiwoon just raised an eyebrow at him.
Oh you’re on.
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For some reason that neither would like to examine too closely, they continued to fuck every summer break.
Always in the Main House. Always during the time grandma and her entourage were away. Always at the time Suha was not in the house.
Dohyeok was on all four on the bed and Jiwoon was behind him, frantically thrusting his cock into Dohyeok’s hole. Every several thrusts, he made sure to slap Dohyeok’s ass, which causing Dohyeok’s hole to tighten every time.
“Who knew Grandma’s favored grandson is such a slut? Your hole clenches around my cock like it’s made just for me.”
Another spank to Dohyeok’s reddened ass, and Dohyeok cried out beautifully.
“You whore. Who do you belong to, huh?” He tightened his hold on Dohyeok’s hip and stopped moving. “Go on, say it.”
Dohyeok keened and moved his hips, trying to get Jiwoon to move again.
Jiwoon stayed completely still, half of his cock length still inside Dohyeok.
“Y-yours.” Dohyeok moved back and started fucking himself on Jiwoon’s cock. Jiwoon grabbed his hips and kept him in place. “Yours, Jiwoonnie please—”
“Say it.” He gripped Dohyeok’s hips hard as a warning, preventing him from moving. “Come on now, say it.”
“I’m your whore!” Dohyeok shouted.
Jiwoon rewarded him by thrusting into him again to the base, making sure to hit his prostate each time. His hands went to the front and massaged Dohyeok’s nipples, pinching them hard in time with his thrust. In a few moments, he felt Dohyeok tightening around Jiwoon’s cock, and he knew Dohyeok was close. So he fucked him faster and faster and when he finally cum after Dohyeok, his teeth were on Dohyeok’s shoulders, marking him as his.
Dohyeok collapsed onto the bed, Jiwoon crushing him, both trying to catch their breaths.
A couple of minutes later—
“Move, asshole.” Dohyeok said, grabbing a handful of Jiwoon’s hair. Hard. Ouch. “You’re heavy.”
Jiwoon bit his shoulder harder in response.
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They experiment every which way, which was to say:
They used to agree to switch. So that they would know how each position felt like.
Hand jobs were pretty safe.
Blow jobs needed to have some getting used to, but it was also pretty doable.
The assfucking? Yeah, not so much.
The first time Jiwoon tried bottoming for Dohyeok, he bled like a pig. And Dohyeok hadn't even gone in, it was just a couple of fingers. It was pretty traumatizing for Dohyeok and very embarrassing to all the parties involved (including the discreet doctor they called and the even more discreet servant who helped) so they never tried it again.
Jiwoon himself was actually pretty chill about it. Hey, accidents happened.
It was made worse by the fact they could read each other’s minds. Jiwoon could read Dohyeok’s fear and Dohyeok could feel Jiwoon’s cold pain, which terrified him even more, which in turn made Jiwoon uncomfortable.
Since then, Dohyeok bottomed for Jiwoon, and he didn’t even complain about it. Much.
The point was, them fucking was a pretty regular thing, something ordinary for them. And just like with their mind-reading telepathy psychic thing, it was just another secret between them.
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Dohyeok is sitting on his chair, shaking, hands gripping the chair’s handles, while Jiwoon is on his knees between Dohyeok’s legs, sucking his cock while two of his fingers are working Dohyeok’s asshole open.
The blinds to his office are all closed and the door is closed, so none should disturb them for a while.
“You seem awfully eager.” Dohyeok says. “Did something happen?” Did Suha say anything else?
What about that *master* of yours? Jiwoon raised an eyebrow at him. The effect is all dampened by the fact his lips stretched wide around Dohyeok’s cock. I don’t see you rushing to tell him about our arrangements.
Jiwoon pulls his fingers out slightly, and Dohyeok attempts to shimmy down to chase his fingers, but Jiwoon slaps his left thigh.
Dohyeok whines.
Jiwoon ignores him and continues sucking his cock while leaving his fingers only around the rim of Dohyeok’s hole, tracing the edge and testing its give.
Pretty sure Seo Siwoo already suspects something. Jiwoon says through their mind-link. He looked at me weird the last time I picked up Suha-hyung from his bar, and not in the fun I-think-you’re-bad-for-my-friend thing either.
Shit.
Before he could warn him, Dohyeok cums, and Jiwoon, in his surprise, actually swallows just so he wouldn’t choke. After that, thinking it already happened anyway, he might as well finish properly by licking the spilled cum off of Dohyeok’s cock.
At least this way his suit is safe from any spillage.
Jiwoon stands up straight to his full height, wiping his lips with a tissue, looking down at the languid Dohyeok in a bit of disbelief.
“I can’t believe you cum from hearing Seo Siwoo might be jealous for you.”
Dohyeok flips him off.
Jiwoon rolls his eyes. “Get up. My turn.”
He fucks Dohyeok on Dohyeok’s big mahogany desk, a hand on Dohyeok’s back, pinning him onto the desk. Face down, Dohyeok scrambles, looking for something to hold on to as Jiwoon continues chasing after his own release and not really minding anything else.
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Afterward, Jiwoon ties the used condom and throws it into the trashbin. He wipes his cock and the area around it with some wet tissues, and throws them into the trashbin too. Next, he methodically puts on his boxers, making sure they fit right, before putting on his suit pants, much in the same methodical way.
Dohyeok, watching him from the desk, with his own lower half still completely naked, just thinks: What a freak.
Jiwoon snorts. “Speak for yourself.” he tilts his head. “So? Did he know?”
Dohyeok sighs. “I believe Seo Siwoo already guessed something is—well, *something*.” He tries to gesture with his hand.
Jiwoon is not having it. “Use your words, Mr. Executive Director. I know you’re much more eloquent than that.”
Dohyeok looks straight at Jiwoon. “I didn’t tell him anything. But ever since that time *you* woke up as *me*, he has some suspicions. It would take some time before he could convince himself paranormal things really exist though.”
They stare at each other.
Do you want to stop?
Well, do you?
Indeed.
That pretty much answers that.
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