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Once the event had ended and all the excitement and the hubbub from the successful interview then slowly faded into silence, Hyunwook couldn't seem to stop himself from jittering. His mind was running a mile, with thoughts overflowing enough to not notice the excessive bouncing of his leg.
He is now seated in his car, waiting for someone. The thing is, Hyunwook is almost too self-aware of his positive confidence. Well, for the most part, the best of him is always trying to learn things in a positive way. He never wanted his confidence to turn into something way over the top. Although there were times he lacked confidence. He's human after all.
But what he finds strange now is the weird reaction of his system as he patiently waits for Jihoon. It's not like they weren't close at all, because truly, they are. However, being so close to him again like this after a long while and—
Okay. Here's another thing.
Hyunwook invited Jihoon to come over to his place as soon as they finished today's event. He didn't know what got into him. All he knew is that he wanted to be with Jihoon today longer. There was an unadulterated want on his fingertips that urged him to keep Jihoon close just for some more time. Even just for tonight.
It just so happened that Jihoon was also free tonight, which made it easier for him to accept Hyunwook's invitation.
Hyunwook felt his heart leap in delight the moment he saw the gentle smile on Jihoon's face upon Jihoon's approval. Sure. I'd love to come over, was what Jihoon had said.
Right now, though, Hyunwook's heart is beating even faster. He could see Jihoon walking towards his car, looking all so precious and just so beautiful. He willed his heart to go back to its normal rhythm, convincing himself that: You need to get a fucking grip. This isn't even the first time he came over to your place.
And then the door for the passenger seat opened.
"Hey," Jihoon softly said. "Sorry for making you wait. I had to talk to my manager before I leave."
Hyunwook cleared his throat, silently hitting himself upside the head at the back of his mind to somehow compose himself. Certainly, the way Jihoon's eyes are glistening even under the dimness inside the parking lot did a number on Hyunwook's health. It's honestly insane. No one has ever made him feel like that but Jihoon.
"It's okay," Hyunwook managed to say, smiling. "I did not mind at all."
Amidst Hyunwook's internal struggle, Jihoon graced him with a warm smile, making his eyes crinkle. And, well, damn. Hyunwook found himself in such a sticky situation. Suddenly, all of the blood in his head came crashing with a purpose—down there, where it should not probably be.
"You okay?" Jihoon said. "You suddenly look so pale."
Out of genuine concern, Jihoon then placed his hand on Hyunwook's forehead. It felt so gentle and warm, a stark contrast to his own skin that's starting to feel a little cold. The fact that he has a cold doesn't really help either. But surely, he'll live.
Or, will he—now that Jihoon is carefully fixing his hair strands that strayed away from its styling earlier?
"Should I drive?" Jihoon asked when Hyunwook didn't say a thing. After all, he was relishing the moment.
It was only then that Hyunwook made a response. He shook his head no and said: "No, I'll drive. So then you'll be my passenger princess."
Jihoon snorted and rolled his eyes. "Then let's go. I am in desperate need of a shower."
Hyunwook smirked, feeling triumphant.
But most especially when he noticed that Jihoon had yet to put his seatbelt on. So obviously, now that he is feeling a newfound surge of confidence, Hyunwook, without a word, reached on his side to strap Jihoon's seatbelt instead—as handsomely as possible. Like, why not, right? He'll take every chance he could get.
Inevitably, Jihoon blinked, thoroughly surprised with the younger's gesture. He slowly retracted his body away from Hyunwook, enough for their noses to not touch.
But Hyunwook is, well, Hyunwook. He felt like himself again as soon as he noticed the hint of pink against the apples of Jihoon's cheeks. He smirked again and made it to a point where he chanced a glance on Jihoon's lips.
Jihoon was the one who cleared his throat this time; the same time his seatbelt clicked and locked.
"Thanks," he said, pretending that his heart didn't just almost leap out of his chest.
Hyunwook then winked and said: "Anything for the princess."
For a second, Jihoon had almost forgotten how to breathe. He wanted to banter back, but he wasn't so sure if he could look at Hyunwook. Because if he did, he might actually completely combust. He was only grateful that Hyunwook didn't say anything else in exchange for starting the engine.
Jihoon slowly breathed, hoping that this drive won't possibly kill him tonight.
It's been an hour since they got to Hyunwook's place. Both of them have finally showered and changed into more comfortable clothes.
Except Jihoon didn't bring with him his own sleeping clothes since all of this is impromptu. So he had to wear Hyunwook's clothes that are slightly bigger than his frame instead. And obviously, Hyunwook preened as soon as he saw Jihoon wearing his clothes.
"I'll wash these tomorrow before I leave," Jihoon said, fingers fiddling at the hem of the large shirt. "And stop looking at me like that."
Hyunwook blinked. "Like what?"
"Like—" Jihoon averted his gaze, "—like you're so happy I am wearing your clothes."
Hyunwook, the little devil that he is, huffed a laugh.
"You're enjoying this too much and it's annoying," was what Jihoon added. "It's not funny."
"How can I not enjoy it, hyung?" Hyunwook smirked. "You look even tinier in my clothes."
Slowly, Jihoon felt the burn of warmth spread across his cheeks. "Oh so now you're calling me hyung."
"Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot," Hyunwook teased, clearly enjoying every bit of this interaction. "I should call you princess, right? My bad, my bad."
But before Jihoon could say something in return, Hyunwook walked closer to him and in an instant, he was levitating from the ground. His feet were no longer touching the floor because Hyunwook was now carrying him—bridal style.
"What the heck! Put me down!"
"No, the princess should be treated this way."
Jihoon attempted to escape, however, Hyunwook has got a tight hold on him. Sure, he is strong. But the latter is taller and bigger in frame than him, making his protests fall into deaf ears.
There was no point in flailing his arms to be put down since Hyunwook is determined to carry him like that. It felt so strange, however, not in a bad way. It's kind of strange in a way where Hyunwook didn't even huff an air while carrying him as if he weighed nothing.
Jihoon didn't want to dwell on it so much. The warmth on his neck wasn't helping at all. Honestly, he didn't even have the time to think about it now that Hyunwook had playfully dropped him on the bed.
Oof!
The mattress was so soft and a little cold from the air conditioning. The way Hyunwook had dropped Jihoon on the bed made Jihoon close his eyes. Everything only happened within mere seconds. But it all felt as if time had slowed down as soon as he fluttered his eyes open.
There they are: staring at each other. Hyunwook was still hovering above Jihoon, each of his hands planted on either side of Jihoon's head.
Perhaps, time had truly stopped at that moment.
Or, maybe, they just couldn't find the reason to look away. It's almost as if the both of them became trapped in each other's gaze, longing and waiting.
"I don't want you to hate me," Hyunwook carefully said. "But there's something I've been meaning to do."
Jihoon held Hyunwook's gaze, so intense he could feel it prickle against his skin. He wasn't quite sure where the courage came from, but suddenly, he felt brave enough to say: "I would only know if we try."
As if that didn't do anything to their hearts.
As if that wasn't the exact greenlight Hyunwook has been waiting to earn.
As if they could lose this chance.
Hyunwook swallowed the lump in his throat. He could feel his shoulders trembling just a tad bit because holy shit this is really happening. He witnessed the changes in Jihoon's eyes as they turned from shocked to yearning. Well, Hyunwook wasn't certain if it was right to describe it as yearning, however, Jihoon's eyes have always been so expressive.
Jihoon could choose not to say a word and still—still Hyunwook would understand the words they would wish to speak.
There's a certain glow around Jihoon's round eyes and they don't seem to back down. Jihoon is still holding Hyunwook's gaze like his life depended on it. So in order to not lose himself in the younger's stares, Jihoon chose to dismantle the silence.
"If I asked you to kiss me," he said. "Would you?"
It echoed in the chambers of Hyunwook's heart, so much so that the only way to distract himself from it was to finally close the gap to capture Jihoon's lips.
Hyunwook's palms that were planted on the mattress now found their way to cradle Jihoon's face. He held Jihoon so gently, so preciously, as he kissed Jihoon. It was a soft peck at first, however, Hyunwook won't be able to satisfy himself with a simple touch of lips. So he moved his lips to feel Jihoon more—to finally taste him—and Jihoon was quick to accept him.
The simple peck of a kiss turned into a gentle dance of their mouths pressed against each other, where their teeth clicked and their breaths weaved together and their noses touched. They kissed until the soft glow of warmth turned into heat, where their lips began to smack and their tongues danced in tandem.
It all felt so good. Incredibly good even, that Jihoon had failed to keep his moans down his throat. But truly, Hyunwook took everything with grace as if he was being offered a blessing from heaven. He felt it burning in his guts; like he was starved—deprived of all the good things in life.
The kiss progressed into something messy. Jihoon, on a different occasion with a different person, would probably be disgusted as soon as he felt his saliva got mixed with another's. But this is Hyunwook. There is nothing about Hyunwook that would disgust him.
If anything, he's always wondered what it must be like to be kissed by Hyunwook; how would it feel to be kissed by Hyunwook.
And god did it feel way better than he had expected. The kiss was so much more from what he had imagined—fantasized. It's so warm and so hot and so messy and so sweet that he might actually lose his breath if he didn't choose to pull away.
But it seems that Hyunwook knows Jihoon well. Of course he does. Because now, Hyunwook had pulled away from the kiss, only to give attention to the warm skin of his neck.
Fuck, Jihoon thought at the back of his mind. His heart just grew double its size for Hyunwook. And, oh. Not only did his heart manage to swell in size in adoration for Hyunwook but also his cock. The tent in his briefs slowly inflated, making him chase some more pleasure by rutting his hips upward until it meets Hyunwook's.
And, holy shit, as soon as their hips met, Jihoon swore he could have orgasmed. Hyunwook felt huge and Jihoon didn't want to lose the pleasure. So he lifted his hips once more, rutting purposefully against Hyunwook's clothed member.
This time, Jihoon felt Hyunwook falter with his kisses against his neck. He thought he would be dismayed, but Hyunwook took the chance to thrust back, putting more weight against his groin. All it did was release a satisfied moan from them.
Hyunwook rutted harder, like he wanted to quench his thirst so bad, against Jihoon and dove back to imprint some more kisses on Jihoon's neck.
"Ah—" Jihoon moaned louder, motivating Hyunwook even more to push his hips against him. "Oh fuck."
It hurts. It hurts so bad that his cock is still beneath his undergarment. But Hyunwook is rutting faster this time, so good and so hot, that Jihoon didn't have the heart to make him stop because it's there.
The burn in his guts grew deeper and larger. Jihoon's hips are now rutting equally faster to meet Hyunwook in the middle. "Ah—holy fuck!" Hyunwook cursed. Oh it felt so good. A few more hard pushes of his hips, both he and Jihoon met their highs.
Hyunwook's hips stuttered and his hands almost gave up on him, good thing he got a hold of himself instead of letting his body fall on Jihoon's frame that's slightly shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.
"Are you okay?" Hyunwook carefully asked, bringing a hand to caress Jihoon's cheek, as he tried to catch his breath.
Jihoon has always known that Hyunwook is a sweet person. But now that they both came untouched—oh wow, they just came untouched—Jihoon thinks that Hyunwook's sweetness had meant something new. It felt like something new. Well, this is something new.
They have never done this before despite the secret glances they've shared and the palpable tension between them. Both of them know that there is something there—in the proximity where their hearts lay.
So yes.
Jihoon is okay.
"I'm more than okay," he said.
Hyunwook kept caressing Jihoon's warm cheek, as if Jihoon would disappear if he stopped. "You don't hate me?" he asked, voice sounding so little and terrified.
"Hey," Jihoon softly said. "I wanted this too and that is the truth. I could never hate you for making me feel so good and wanted."
Inevitably, Hyunwook leaned in to rest his forehead against Jihoon's. They stayed like that for some good seconds until Hyunwook had pulled away to imprint a tender kiss on Jihoon's lips.
Jihoon smiled into the kiss, delighted to feel more of the plumpness of Hyunwook's lips. He tastes like the mint of his toothpaste, and Jihoon could never hate it.
"I can't believe we just soiled our underwear and pajamas right after showering," Jihoon chuckled. "It's so hot I think I need another shower."
Hyunwook finally moved to sit in the space beside Jihoon, feeling the discomfort beneath his briefs while his cum was drying. But of course it could never compare to the bliss he is feeling right now. "I mean, I wouldn't mind to shower again. Together this time?" he said as he playfully wiggled his brows. "Of course only if you're comfortable."
A beautiful blush quickly blossomed on Jihoon's cheeks, though he wouldn't turn down Hyunwook's suggestion. "Only if you carry me there."
Hyunwook laughed and swore he could have flown with how happy he was. "Anything for my princess."
(Later, after they were done showering and have changed into fresh clothes and have settled on the bed to cuddle themselves into sleep—with Jihoon as a proud little spoon and Hyunwook as a happy big spoon—Hyunwook received a message.
From: Ryeoun-hyung
i see you guys have finally come into terms that you are both insanely and tragically in love with each other
congrats, may you guys never forget to use protection because it is only right to advocate safe sex
but good god, for my own sanity, tone it down the next time you do it or at least when im not in my own apartment
and surely i dont have to wish you a good night because you guys seemed like you had a wild night
Hyunwook's cheeks flushed. Ryeoun had just heard him and Jihoon have sex in the shower. It was most probably the time when he first found Jihoon's sweet spot while taking him from the back. After all, that was the time Jihoon had screamed in pleasure without a care. He could still vividly see in his mind the beautiful arch of Jihoon's back as he thrust against him so hard, just like what Jihoon likes, they found out.
Damn, these walls really aren't thick, are they?
But whatever.
It doesn't matter. What matters is what he and Jihoon have now, and it is a thing that is only natural for them to turn into something beautiful.)