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When Seonghwa came home from work Tuesday night, Hongjoong was sitting on the living room couch scrolling through his phone with nothing exciting playing on the TV. It might even have been something as boring as the news. Seonghwa looked from Hongjoong's face to his lap and made a decision. There couldn't be many better ways to get over a bad day than learning how to suck cock. It would be the perfect way to satiate some of his curiosity as well.
"Hi," Hongjoong mumbled as Seonghwa walked up to him with purpose.
"Hi," Seonghwa echoed.
After what felt like an awkward pause Seonghwa dropped to his knees.
"What are you doing?" Hongjoong sat up a little and his eyes went wide.
"Teach me how to suck your cock," Seonghwa wanted his tone to sound demanding but he knew he only sounded pouty.
"You don't have to do that," Hongjoong was still looking down at him with impossibly large eyes.
"I want to," Seonghwa looked up at him as he inched closer to Hongjoong's legs. "I wanted to the other day when you were sleeping."
"That would have killed me," Hongjoong laughed.
"I think you would have been very happy," Seonghwa grinned at him and reached out to put his hands on Hongjoong's thighs.
Seonghwa had no idea how forward he was willing to be, but he was going to push his boundaries until he found them.
“You’re right,” Hongjoong nodded. “Do you really want this?”
“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded sharply. “I’m sure. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s okay,” Hongjoong nodded. “Why do you want to do it?”
Seonghwa let out a frustrated huff of air and sat back on his heels.
“I want to know what you taste like. I want to know if the weight of your cock on my tongue is going to make me choke,” Seonghwa paused and decided that honestly was the best policy. “I want to know if I look good wrecked.”
Hongjoong just looked at him, and the silence felt like a heavy weight on his chest. Seonghwa didn’t know if he had said the right or wrong thing. Then Hongjoong was spreading his legs and bringing his hand to the button of his jeans. Seonghwa leaned forward again and let his hands rest on his own thighs this time.
It was real, he was about to have Hongjoong’s cock in his mouth.
As Hongjoong worked on getting his cock out of his pants Seonghwa tried to decide what he was going to do. He knew he wanted to mouth at it and just feel the skin under his lips and tongue. After that he didn’t know what he’d do. There was no doubt in his mind that he could take the head in his mouth, but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Did Seonghwa actually want to gag and choke on it?
“Stick your tongue out,” Hongjoong said as he finally freed his cock.
Seonghwa frowned at him and reached out to pull Hongjoong’s pants off the rest of the way.
“Get naked first,” Seonghwa demanded.
“That’s,” Hongjoong blinked and pulled his shirt off. “Are you going to keep your work clothes on?”
“Do you want me to?” Seonghwa looked down at his plain white shirt and black tie.
“I do,” Hongjoong answered quickly.
“Then I’ll keep them on,” Seonghwa nodded before he finally got Hongjoong’s pants and briefs off his feet.
“Now come here and open your mouth,” Hongjoong said in a sweet tone. “Stick your tongue out.”
Seonghwa nodded and scooted forward until he was so close that all he’d have to do is dip his head down to have his mouth on Hongjoong’s cock. He was good though, he only opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, just like Hongjoong told him too. When Seonghwa looked up at Hongjoong the other man had a look in his eyes that Seonghwa had never seen before.
“Just let me,” Hongjoong mumbled.
Before Seonghwa really knew what was happening Hongjoong was slapping his cock against Seonghwa’s tongue. It wasn’t quite a cock in his mouth, but it was enough to light a fire in his body. Hongjoong’s cock was so very close to being in his mouth.
“Okay,” Hongjoong breathed out as his hips lifted and he pushed his cock past Seonghwa’s lips.
It was just the head, but it was so good. Seonghwa closed his mouth and let his tongue run over the smooth skin. Thankfully Hongjoong let him take a moment to explore. He poked at the head with the tip of his tongue and found the small slit on the top. Seonghwa pressed his tongue against it and was surprised by the sour taste of precum that spread over his senses.
“Your mouth is so perfect,” Hongjoong said and then brought his hand down to rest it on Seonghwa’s head. “Take a little more.”
Seonghwa hummed a yes before he dropped his mouth down another few centimeters. He pulled back before he dropped down even further. That was a bad idea. Seonghwa gagged and pulled back, his eyes already starting to water.
“Try again.” Hongjoong gently pulled Seonghwa’s head forward as he spoke.
Seonghwa nodded his head, and he adjusted his position before he wrapped his lips around Hongjoong’s cock again. It was easier this time, but he still found himself gagging, and his eyes watering.
“It’s okay.” Hongjoong slipped his hand from Seonghwa’s head to his cheek. “You can take it, just go slow.”
Seonghwa took a big breath in through his nose before he dropped down even further. He wasn’t surprised when he gagged, but he did pull back. It wasn’t all the way though, and somehow, after he caught his breath, he managed to take even more of Hongjoong’s cock into his mouth.
“Use your hand too,” Hongjoong coached.
It was easy for Seonghwa to bring his hand up and wrap it around Hongjoong’s cock. It gave him less to take down his throat but that was fine. The up and down rhythm didn’t come naturally to him, but that was okay. This was his first time after all. The thought made Seonghwa moan around the cock in his mouth.
Maybe he was a little more than curious.
“Teeth,” Hongjoong warned with a slight hiss.
Seonghwa backed off immediately and wondered how people managed to do this so well.
“It’s okay you’ll get better,” Hongjoong smiled. “It just takes practice.”
No.
Seonghwa wanted to be better now.
He renewed his efforts and found himself moaning around the cock in his mouth near constantly. Now that he was finally falling into a rhythm he could focus on the weight and feel of the cock in his mouth. It pressed his tongue down, and even though he still gagged every once and a while it was worth it. Seonghwa knew his eyes were tearing up, but his only focus was trying to suck while he continued to bob on Hongjoong’s cock.
“Okay stop,” Hongjoong’s hand went back to Seonghwa’s hair, and he tugged.
Seonghwa just moaned and continued his motions. He wanted Hongjoong to cum.
“I’m close, let me cum on your face,” Hongjoong tugged again.
On his face?
Seonghwa wondered what he’d look like in his work clothes with cum splattered across his face. With another moan he pulled back and opened his mouth wide.
“So good,” Hongjoong scooted forward, hand still on Seonghwa’s head, and started to work his hand over his cock.
Seonghwa watched with wide eyes and did his best to be good. Hongjoong hadn’t told him not to move, but he knew better. Plus, the view was too good to ignore.
“I’m gonna,” Hongjoong grunted out and Seonghwa shut his eyes.
He flinched as Hongjoong’s cum painted his face in thin ribbons. Most got on his mouth, but there was some on his cheek, and Seonghwa felt the cum that was on his chin drip down onto his shirt. Did cum stain? Would he have to do the laundry right away?
“Oh my god,” Hongjoong breathed out.
Seonghwa opened his eyes and dared to lick his lips. The taste wasn’t the best, but it was worth the pained expression on Hongjoong’s face.
“That was,” Hongjoong started but shook his head. “Fuck, come here let me.”
“I’m good,” Seonghwa shifted back. He was hard, but he didn’t need anything to be reciprocated. Somehow, he was completely satisfied.
“You’re good?” Hongjoong let out a laugh. “You’re covered in cum.”
“Yeah well,” Seonghwa shrugged and moved to stand. “I’m going to go clean up.”
“Okay,” Hongjoong nodded and gave him a lazy smile.
Seonghwa knew he didn’t do a great job. It was enough to get Hongjoong off, but he was starting to suspect that Hongjoong liked his level of inexperience. Maybe he even had some kind of corruption kink. It wasn’t a problem though. Seonghwa was happy to go with it. Every new experience was better than the last, and he was ready for more. Maybe he could suggest Hongjoong finger him next time, or they could suck on each other’s cocks at the same time.
Once he was cleaned up Seonghwa made his way back into the living room. Hongjoong was still on the couch, and Seonghwa decided to flop down on the opposite end. He wanted Hongjoong to critique him, he wanted to do it again.
“So,” Hongjoong started. “I have a date tomorrow.”
Seonghwa’s body went cold. They had agreed it would just be the two of them.
“It’s a last second thing that I got cornered into,” Hongjoong shrugged. “I couldn’t say no.”
“Did you even want to say no?” Seonghwa frowned.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong sighed.
“What?” Seonghwa snapped. “The other day we agreed that it would just be us.”
“I didn’t, you didn’t,” Hongjoong started.
“Mean it?” Seonghwa cut him off and stood up.
“Sit back down,” Hongjoong looked at him surprised. “Why are you even reacting like this?”
Seonghwa folded his arms across his chest and frowned, “why wouldn’t I be reacting like this?”
“We’re just fooling around, you’re not even into guys,” Hongjoong tried to explain. “I have to meet someone someday.”
“I just sucked your dick I don’t think that makes me super straight,” Seonghwa spat back.
Seonghwa wanted to scream. Hongjoong could just stay with him forever. They already had such a good life together.
“Plenty of straight guys have touched another cock,” Hongjoong replied before he sighed.
“Fine,” Seonghwa threw his hands up. He couldn’t argue with that. He might be one of those straight guys.
“Fine?” Hongjoong frowned at him.
“Maybe I’ll find a date for tomorrow too.” Seonghwa didn’t have any idea where he was going to find a date, but he’d settle for anyone at this point.
“You can do whatever you want, we’re just roommates.” Hongjoong looked more pained than his words let on.
“Right, sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes.
“We shouldn’t be fighting over this,” Hongjoong shook his head and adjusted so he could stand up as well.
“Well, I’m upset,” Seonghwa threw his hands up. “This is so stupid you don’t need to go on a date.”
“I do though. Someday I want to fall in love with someone who’s going to love me back,” Hongjoong answered flatly and honestly.
Seonghwa blinked at him. Was there a hidden meaning in that sentence, or had Hongjoong only said it to hurt him?
“I’m going to my room,” Seonghwa grumbled.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong called after him.
Seonghwa was already gone.
-.-
It was easy to find Ian on instagram.
Seonghwa had angerly taken out his phone and opened up the app. He searched the term ‘Ian Tattoo’ and the second result was his guy. The first thing Seonghwa did was scroll through his feed. It was mostly his work dotted with a few selfies that made butterflies stir in Seonghwa’s stomach. Was he really going to do this? Seonghwa really didn’t know. He knew it was wrong to use someone in an attempt to hurt Hongjoong back, but Ian had said he didn’t mind if Seonghwa just wanted to make someone else jealous.
Why did he even want Hongjoong jealous? Why did he want to hurt his friend?
With a sigh Seonghwa pressed the message button and just looked at the blank screen. He decided to start simply.
Seonghwa didn’t know where he had gotten the confidence to do that from, but he now had a date, with a man, who wasn’t Hongjoong. He couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Seonghwa couldn’t say that they should be dating each other, but he knew that they shouldn’t be dating other people. Things were too good, even now when they were fighting. He knew the next day that they’d be back to normal and that’s all that really mattered.
The next day was normal. Seonghwa waved goodbye to Hongjoong as he left for work and when he got home Hongjoong was there getting ready for his date. Seonghwa would have taken the time to be jealous, but he had to get ready for his own date. He very purposefully ignored Hongjoong as he walked to his room and decided on a very simple outfit. Jeans and a tee shirt were going to have to be enough for Ian.
“What are you doing?” Hongjoong questioned once Seonghwa was in the bathroom carefully applying makeup.
“Getting ready for my date,” Seonghwa answered simply.
“Your what?” Hongjoong took a step forward.
“Date,” Seonghwa turned to face him, and they were so close.
“You don’t need to go on a date,” Hongjoong shook his head.
“Neither do you,” Seonghwa poked him in the chest.
Hongjoong looked a little too good for a casual last second date.
“Who?” Hongjoong puffed his chest out a little.
“Ian,” Seonghwa stated before he turned around so he couldn’t see Hongjoong’s reaction.
“That’s a man’s name,” Hongjoong stated.
Seonghwa sighed, “it’s the guy from the bar.”
“Since when do you go out with men?” Hongjoong’s hands were on his hips, but he looked more confused than angry.
“Since tonight,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes.
“You’re straight,” Hongjoong stated firmly, like he was trying to convince himself.
“I’m figuring it out,” Seonghwa shook his head. “I’m curious.”
Seonghwa was very curious, and he was fine only exploring with Hongjoong, but Hongjoong didn’t want him. He couldn’t keep hooking up with Hongjoong if he was going to go out on dates with people that weren’t Seonghwa. His feelings weren’t completely clear, but he knew enough to know he was going to get hurt.
“Curious,” Hongjoong said slowly.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded. “I thought you would have figured that out already.”
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about the whole time? If you like guys?” Hongjoong looked so confused that it almost made Seonghwa feel bad.
“Yes,” Seonghwa shrugged. “Obviously I like men sexually, but I’m still figuring out romantically.”
“So, you’re going on a date,” Hongjoong looked down as he spoke.
“I don’t even really want to,” Seonghwa admitted.
“Then why are you?” Hongjoong replied.
Seonghwa made sure that Hongjoong was looking at him as he answered, “because you are.”
What was he even saying? It was the truth, but Seonghwa didn’t know why he was so hurt by Hongjoong dating.
“That’s,” Hongjoong sighed. “Never mind, have fun and be safe.”
“I will,” Seonghwa looked at him seriously.
“Good,” Hongjoong nodded and turned away.
Seonghwa let him go. Hongjoong couldn’t be his focus. There was no reason for it, not really. Hongjoong wasn’t anything more than his friend. It didn’t matter what they were doing with each other. It was obvious that Hongjoong didn’t want anything to do with him romantically. Seonghwa was just a release for Hongjoong while he tried to find someone that could love him.
But Seonghwa loved Hongjoong.
Hongjoong already had someone that loved him. He didn’t need to keep looking.
A half hour later Seonghwa found himself standing in front of the door to a tattoo shop with Hongjoong still filling in every single one of his thoughts. What was Hongjoong doing with his date? Would he bring his date home? Seonghwa didn’t even know if Hongjoong was out with a man or a woman. It didn’t matter, not really, but Hongjoong had never brought a man home before.
“Seonghwa?”
He looked up at the sound of his name and smiled. This was safe, Ian was safe.
“Hi,” Seonghwa said as he stepped in through the door. “I’ve never been in a tattoo shop before.”
“Tonight is just full of firsts,” Ian laughed lightly. “Follow me.”
Seonghwa didn’t reply, he just nervously followed Ian into a dimly lit room. It clearly wasn’t a space for tattooing and looked more like a break area. The walls were dark and covered in different drawings and Seonghwa couldn’t help but look around a little in awe.
“So, I have the wine and dine,” Ian pointed to the food on the table. “You have to tell me about the jealous part.”
Seonghwa laughed as he sat down at the table. He was surprised when Ian dragged a chair over to sit next to him, but this was a date he should have expected it.
“My roommate has a date tonight,” Seonghwa shrugged.
“Is that the other guy from the bar?” Ian asked.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded.
“Making him jealous isn’t going to be that hard,” Ian laughed.
Seonghwa wanted to ask why but he left it alone, “I wanted to see you again too. You’re charming and handsome.”
“Oh?” Ian’s eyebrows went up a little. “You look like a goddess.”
Seonghwa immediately turned bright red, “don’t say things like that.”
“I’m just being charming,” Ian grinned.
Seonghwa managed to roll his eyes at the comment and let out a little laugh. Was this what a date with another man felt like? It didn’t feel any different from any of the dates he had been on with different girls over the years. He was here to get to know someone and see if he wanted them to be in his life. Seonghwa already knew that he wanted to kiss Ian.
“So, tell me about your roommate,” Ian settled forward in his chair a little and smiled at Seonghwa.
“What?” Seonghwa looked around confused.
“You clearly like him, so tell me about him,” Ian shrugged. “It’s okay I promise.”
“It’s complicated,” Seonghwa answered flatly. “We’ve been hooking up.”
“Oh?” Ian looked completely surprised.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded. It felt good to finally tell someone what they were doing.
“And that made you question your sexuality?” Ian questioned.
“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded and looked at the food. He was hungry but he didn’t dare reach for it.
“Where does flirting with me factor in?” Ian cocked his head to the side and smiled.
Seonghwa sighed, “I just wanted to make out with another guy.”
“Understandable,” Ian nodded. “I could be very good for that.”
“I’ve never kissed a man,” Seonghwa admitted.
“Wait,” Ian sat up a little straighter and laughed. “You’re fooling around with your roommate, and you haven’t kissed?”
“Nope,” Seonghwa shook his head.
“We should ditch the food,” Ian stood up.
“Oh?” Seonghwa slowly stood up.
“Come with me,” Ian held his hand out.
Seonghwa took it and let himself be led into a different area of the shop. He found himself in a tiny dark room that he assumed Ian used to tattoo. His assumptions were confirmed when Ian flicked on a light and a tattoo bench covered in plastic wrap was revealed.
“I didn’t want a tattoo,” Seonghwa joked.
“Maybe you don’t tonight,” Ian grinned. “But you could later.”
“I could,” Seonghwa nodded.
“Sit on the bench,” Ian nodded over.
Seonghwa found himself doing as he was told without really thinking about it. He hopped up onto the table and swung his feet as he looked at Ian expectantly.
“Do you still want to make out with another man Seonghwa?” Ian asked him seriously.
Seonghwa nodded, “yes.”
“And you’re okay with that man being me?” Ian questioned further.
“Obviously,” Seonghwa shifted on the bench. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He was so sick and tired of men acting like he was made of glass. Seonghwa knew what he wanted, it didn’t matter if it was his first time or not.
“Okay,” Ian nodded and moved until he was forcing Seonghwa to spread his legs so he could stand between them. “Tell me to stop if you need me too.”
Then there was a hand in Seonghwa’s hair, tilting his head up slightly. Seonghwa inhaled sharply before Ian’s mouth was on his. The press was soft, and it wasn’t that much different from kissing a girl so far. Only a girl had never held his cheek so delicately. Ian’s tongue lapped over his lips and Seonghwa easily opened his mouth to it.
Kissing was easy, he could do kissing.
Somehow Seonghwa went from moaning into the other man’s mouth to being pressed flat on his back. The bench creaked under the weight of the two men, but Seonghwa didn’t pay too much attention to it. It felt good to be caged in and he thought about the time he had Hongjoong over him. He had liked the weight of another man on him then too.
When Ian rolled his hips against Seonghwa’s he couldn’t help but moan. It was good, too good, but he didn’t want to take things further. Somehow Hongjoong was still in his brain. Seonghwa turned his head to break the kiss and wasn’t surprised when Ian just moved his lips to his neck.
“This is all I want to do,” Seonghwa managed to mumble out.
“Just kissing,” Ian said against his neck. “That’s okay.”
Seonghwa let out a hum as Ian went back to sucking on his neck. It was low enough that the collar of his work shirt would hide it, so he just let it happen.
It should have been Hongjoong.
Seonghwa tried to picture Hongjoong over him, but the weight was all wrong. Ian wasn’t much taller than Hongjoong, but he was bigger, and the weight of his body was delicious, but it wasn’t right.
Seonghwa just wanted Hongjoong.
“Ian,” Seonghwa moaned before Ian lifted his head to kiss him again.
This kiss was more heated and Seonghwa could feel the other man’s erection thick and hard against his thigh. It would be so easy to ask for more and Seonghwa knew he’d enjoy it. Ian was clearly experienced, and Seonghwa was feeling brave. He pushed forward, and bit Ian’s bottom lip. Seonghwa’s hands went to Ian’s hips to hold him in place. This was all he wanted though. Kissing was all he needed from Ian.
“I need to pause,” Ian panted against Seonghwa’s neck.
“Sorry,” Seonghwa cringed at himself. If he could just get over Hongjoong he could move this forward more.
“Don’t be,” Ian said as he stood up. He adjusted his cock without shame as he looked down at Seonghwa.
Seonghwa watched with a fascinated look. He had done that with a few kisses.
“Did you want to eat now?” Ian smiled.
Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh and he shook his head no as he got up into a sitting position, “I think we should call it a night.”
“So, I’m not prince charming?” Ian still had his smile.
“No,” Seonghwa shook his head.
“Are you going to tell your roommate that you like him?” Ian questioned.
“I don’t know,” Seonghwa shrugged.
There it was. He liked Hongjoong. No, that wasn’t strong enough. He was in love with Hongjoong.
Seonghwa loved Hongjoong.
Fuck.
“You should talk to him about it,” Ian licked his lips.
“I guess,” Seonghwa shrugged.
Could you tell your roommate that you were in love with him with another man’s hickey on your neck?
“Or if you don’t want to tell him and fool around with me some more, I’m very willing,” Ian laughed a little.
“Maybe,” Seonghwa smiled back.
“For your sake I hope it doesn’t happen,” Ian shook his head. “But we could be friends that would be nice.”
“Friends,” Seonghwa nodded in agreement.
Seonghwa got off the bench and let Ian walk him to the doorway of the tattoo shop. They shared one more, maybe too heated kiss, before Seonghwa broke away. He gave Ian a little wave goodbye and headed down the street.
What had he done?
Kissing Ian was good, he didn’t regret that, but it hadn’t felt completely right. He had finally made out with another man and the only person he could think about was Hongjoong. Hongjoong who he was in love with, Hongjoong who was out on a date right now.
Seonghwa took a turn away from his apartment with Hongjoong and down a familiar street. He didn’t want to be home. He couldn’t stand it if Hongjoong brought his date home. Just the thought of it made bile rise in the back of his throat. No, he’d never be able to listen to Hongjoong with someone else again and feel normal about it. Normal now was being in love with Hongjoong.
“Seonghwa?” Wooyoung’s confused voice cut through his thought process as the door in front of him was opened.
“Hi,” Seonghwa said weakly.
“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung looked back into the apartment before he pulled Seonghwa inside.
“I made out with a boy,” Seonghwa pointed to his hickey.
“Did he do more than you wanted?” Wooyoung asked.
“No,” Seonghwa shook his head. “He was really good about stopping.”
“Was it Hongjoong?” San’s voice asked from somewhere behind Wooyoung.
The question alone was enough to make tears well up in Seonghwa’s eyes. They spilled over and before he knew it Wooyoung was wrapping him in a tight hug.
“Seonghwa,” Wooyoung’s soft voice was in his ear. “You need to take a few breaths and tell us what’s going on so we can help.”
“I kissed a boy, and it wasn’t Hongjoong,” Seonghwa managed to get out.
“Did you not like it?” San asked.
“It was great,” Seonghwa shrugged and smiled to himself. “But it was wrong.”
“Men kissing men isn’t wrong,” Wooyoung frowned.
Seonghwa shook his head, “no I mean it wasn’t the right person.”
“Who’s the right person?” San asked.
Seonghwa just looked at him, “you know.”
“You don’t have to say it,” Wooyoung pulled him back in for another hug.
When Seonghwa finally managed to wiggle out of Wooyoung’s embrace he spoke again. “He’s on a date, and I can’t be there if he brings someone home.”
“Oh,” San sighed. “The date.”
“You knew about it?” Seonghwa frowned.
“It was with my coworker,” San shrugged. “I thought Hongjoong needed some help getting his mind off of someone.”
Wooyoung held up his phone, “I texted Hongjoong.”
Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, “what did you say? Why would you do that?”
“Because you can’t stay here tonight,” Wooyoung shook his head. “We all have work in the morning.”
“What’s going on?” Yeosang’s voice popped in. “Is everything okay?”
“Seonghwa’s gay now,” Wooyoung called out.
“Bi curious,” Seonghwa corrected.
“He kisses boys,” Wooyoung said back.
“Just go back to bed,” San laughed.
“Did he kiss Hongjoong?” Yeosang asked.
“I’m not kissing Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said miserably.
“Oh,” Yeosang’s mouth popped open.
Wooyoung held his phone back up, “Hongjoong is alone at your apartment you’re safe to go home.”
Seonghwa groaned, “next time I’m going to Yunho and Mingi’s apartment.”
“I give better hugs,” Wooyoung pulled Seonghwa into another hug before he shoved him to the door. “Now go home and maybe confess or something.”
“He’s confessing?” Yeosang looked between everyone in the room.
“I’ll explain what you missed later,” San placed a small kiss to the side of Yeosang’s head.
Seonghwa smiled at them as Wooyoung continued to shove him towards the door. It was a whirlwind visit, but sometimes it was like that with the three of them. He already felt a little bit better by the time he was back on the street, but a big part of him didn’t want to see Hongjoong. What was he supposed to do now that he knew he had feelings for his friend? Normally Seonghwa would buy gifts and take a girl out to make some kind of grand gesture, but that didn’t feel right. Hongjoong wasn’t big gestures he was quiet intimacy.
When Seonghwa was finally at his door he let out a deep sigh before he punched in the code and walked into the apartment. Not a single light was on, and he was content to stay in the dark as he toed his shoes off.
“You’re home,” Hongjoong said as he turned the kitchen light on.
Seonghwa jumped in surprise, “fuck that scared me.”
“Sorry,” Hongjoong gave him an apologetic look. “Why were you at Wooyoung and San’s apartment?'“
“I needed a hug,” Seonghwa shrugged.
“Did something happen?” Hongjoong took a few worried steps forward before he noticed the deep purple mark on Seonghwa’s neck and froze in place.
“Nothing bad,” Seonghwa waved his hands. “It was just a lot.”
“Looks like it was a lot of fun,” Hongjoong gritted out. “Why were you worried if I was home alone when you were out getting marked up?”
“Excuse me?” Seonghwa’s anger flared. “You’re the one that said we’re just roommates and I wanted to kiss a man.”
“You could have kissed me,” Hongjoong said quickly.
All Seonghwa’s anger left him instantly, “I didn’t know that was an option.”
“It was,” Hongjoong took another step closer to Seonghwa.
“I hate fighting with you,” Seonghwa shook his head. “It’s been a really long night.”
“We don’t have to fight,” Hongjoong sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my word that it was just going to be us.”
“It’s okay,” Seonghwa shrugged. “I wouldn’t take me seriously either.”
They still weren’t kissing. Why weren’t they kissing?
“I take you seriously. You just don’t talk to me about whatever journey you’re on. So I don’t know how you feel,” Hongjoong raised one of his hands like he was going to touch Seonghwa before he dropped it.
“I’ve been saying that I’m bi curious, but I might just be bisexual,” Seonghwa admitted quietly. “I didn’t know if I could be with a man romantically, but I realized tonight that it is a possibility.”
“Oh,” Hongjoong took a deep breath. “When are you going to see him again?”
“I’m not,” Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong surprised. “Not like that anyway. I think he’ll end up a good friend though.”
“Then who?” Hongjoong nearly demanded.
“Doesn’t matter,” Seonghwa smiled and shook his head. “I need to figure that out too.”
“You’ll tell me when you figure it out?” Hongjoong asked.
“I’ll tell you first,” Seonghwa promised.
“Good,” Hongjoong nodded. “And it can just be us from now on I promise this time.”
“Okay,” Seonghwa paused. “Can you kiss me?”
“That’s how you want to end your night?” Hongjoong asked softly.
“Yes.”
Always.
Hongjoong closed the little space between them before he leaned up and placed a small soft kiss on Seonghwa’s lips. He pulled back before Seonghwa could even think to ask for more.
How was such a simple sweet kiss so earth shattering?
Seonghwa wanted more and he opened his mouth to ask for it, but he knew it wasn’t the right time. All of his feelings were so mixed up and he didn’t really know what to do about them. Doing anything else with Hongjoong would only complicate his feelings more, and right now he was just so tired.
“Goodnight Seonghwa,” Hongjoong gave him a smile.
“Night Hongjoong,” Seonghwa breathed out as Hongjoong disappeared back into the apartment.
-.-
Loving Hongjoong was a surprisingly easy conclusion to live with.
Friday came and went, and the days stretched on with nothing remarkable happening and Seonghwa still loved him.
By the time the next Friday rolled around Seonghwa was mourning the physical part of their relationship, but it didn’t feel right to push for more.
Would touching Hongjoong even feel the same now? Had he loved Hongjoong the whole time? Were his feelings always there locked away in the back of his mind?
The answers to all his questions were always yes.
Seonghwa had enough time to himself to realize that he might have loved Hongjoong quietly for years. Years of him taking care of Hongjoong, and Hongjoong taking care of him in return. When he really thought about it, it wasn’t surprising that all their friends made fun of their dynamic. They were in an emotional relationship for years. It had just never gotten physical because Seonghwa was straight.
Only now it was physical. One tiny joke over drinks had turned them both upside down and shook them till there was no more denial left to hide behind. Seonghwa still wasn’t sure if he was grateful for the revelation or not.
It would have been so easy to keep things how they were.
Nothing ever stayed the same though. They grew up, they changed, and now Seonghwa knew the exact way Hongjoong’s face scrunched up when he came. Things were different and despite their efforts they weren’t ever going to be able to go back.
When Seonghwa came home on a Friday, weeks after his hickey had faded, he was surprised by the sight of Hongjoong in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Seonghwa laughed.
“Cooking for you,” Hongjoong turned around. His shirt and pants were a mess with food stains.
“Why?” Seonghwa kept laughing.
“It’s our anniversary,” Hongjoong stated like it was obvious.
Seonghwa froze. Their anniversary of what? What date had Hongjoong squirreled away and not shared with him?
“I don’t remember the year, but this is the day we moved in together,” Hongjoong pouted slightly.
“We’ve never,” Seonghwa started. “You’ve never said you remembered before.”
“But I’m letting you know now,” Hongjoong nodded, and his pout twitched into a smile. “Don’t feel bad for not being as sentimental as me.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Seonghwa’s jaw popped open slowly. He could think of so many ways to celebrate that didn’t involve trashing the kitchen.
“I thought it would be nice,” Hongjoong’s smile dropped again, and he visibly started to panic.
“No, no,” Seonghwa moved closer to Hongjoong. “It’s very sweet. I just didn’t know.”
“Okay,” Hongjoong let out a puff of air. “Wooyoung told me how to cook everything, and I think it’s good, but I don’t know.”
“Let me taste,” Seonghwa looked at the stove, it was just as messy as Hongjoong’s clothing.
Hongjoong turned and picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks. He held it out for Seonghwa with his hand under the meat. Seonghwa paused before he leaned in and took the food into his mouth. He chewed it cautiously, but thankfully it was delicious.
“It’s really good,” Seonghwa answered honestly. “I’m just worried about the kitchen now.”
“Don’t be,” Hongjoong shook his head. “I’m going to clean while you take a bath.”
Seonghwa couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. What was going on? This felt more like a partner trying to make up for some wrong, or someone trying to confess. Was he going to find a bouquet of flowers hidden somewhere? Had Hongjoong bought him a new lego set? Was this really just a dinner celebrating them?
“A bath?” Seonghwa breathed out.
“Yes,” Hongjoong nodded. “It’ll be a good way to relax after a long week.”
That was not how Seonghwa liked to relax anymore.
“You have long weeks too,” Seonghwa replied as the rice cooker started to sing.
“Foods done,” Hongjoong turned away from him.
The table was already set so Seonghwa stood stupidly in the middle of the kitchen watching Hongjoong move around. He truly had no idea what was going on and wondered if Wooyoung’s involvement went beyond cooking instructions. It wasn’t a leap to think that Wooyoung would try and push them together, but this felt like more than that. Seonghwa was at a loss.
“Sit down,” Hongjoong pointed to the table.
Seonghwa sat and watched with wide eyes as Hongjoong placed dish after dish on the table. It was so many of Seonghwa’s favorite foods.
“What is all this actually about?” Seonghwa asked as Hongjoong went to sit down.
Hongjoong paused midair for a few moments before he sat, “well I.”
Seonghwa waited for more, but nothing came out of Hongjoong’s mouth.
“You what?” Seonghwa busied himself with putting food onto his plate.
“I’ll tell you later, okay?” Hongjoong breathed out. “I can’t do it now.”
“Okay,” Seonghwa nodded. “Is it something bad?”
“I don’t think so,” Hongjoong smiled widely and shook his head no.
“That’s good,” Seonghwa nodded.
Seonghwa didn’t believe it. What was good for Hongjoong might not be good for him. Was Hongjoong moving out? Did he find someone else? Was he about to break Seonghwa’s heart with a smile on his face?
They made small talk over dinner and Seonghwa couldn’t help it when his mind continued to wander to every single worst case scenario that he could think of. He was one meal and one bath away from losing Hongjoong forever.
The thought made him sick, and he pushed his plate back with a forced smile.
“I’m full.”
“Did you like it?” Hongjoong asked with a serious face.
“You did an amazing job,” Seonghwa nodded. “You should let me help you clean up.”
“No,” Hongjoong shook his head firmly.
“Please,” Seonghwa gave him his best pouting face.
“No,” Hongjoong repeated. “Go take a bath.”
“I’m going to finish before you’re done,” Seonghwa laughed lightly.
“Then take your time,” Hongjoong shrugged.
“I’m very suspicious about all of this,” Seonghwa shook his head but kept a smile on his face.
Hongjoong shook his head, “don’t be. You just deserve it.”
Seonghwa wanted to argue. He hadn’t done anything. They hadn’t done anything since Hongjoong had kissed him so softly the night of their dates. That kiss had stuck with him and if Seonghwa really tried he could still feel the light press of Hongjoong’s lips on his.
Maybe he was someone who deserved to be treated with care.
“Okay,” Seonghwa held his hands up. “I’ll go take the bath.”
“Thank you,” Hongjoong breathed out a puff of air.
Seonghwa gave him one final smile before he made his way to the bathroom. There was a bath bomb sitting on the edge of the bathtub and Seonghwa shook his head. This was too much. He couldn’t think about it. Hongjoong was just in a giving mood. It wasn’t like they had never done thoughtful things for each other before. It was just that lately thoughtful meant making each other cum. Thoughtful meant Hongjoong was patient while Seonghwa explored his sexuality.
With a sigh he started the water and thought about his conversation with Jongho. Seonghwa vividly remembered his friend telling him that Hongjoong would be patient with him while he figured things out. Hongjoong had already treated him with so much care and kindness. Not once did Seonghwa feel forced into something, and he always felt safe enough to say no. He never wanted to stop the physical part of their relationship, but it felt like that portion of their friendship was over.
Maybe he should just confess.
Seonghwa stayed in the bathtub until his fingers and toes pruned and the water turned from lukewarm to cold. It wasn’t that he was scared of what came next. He just wanted to give Hongjoong enough time to clean.
He wrapped a towel around his waist before he padded to his bedroom. Seonghwa dried himself off before he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a loose black tee shirt. Hongjoong hadn’t given him any indication of what was going to happen after his bath, and nerves churned in Seonghwa’s stomach as he made his way out into the living room.
Seonghwa didn’t even bother looking into the kitchen. Hongjoong was standing in the middle of the living room, clothes still stained, looking like he was about to throw up.
“What’s wrong?” Seonghwa asked quietly. He didn’t want bad news, he couldn’t take bad news.
“Nothing is wrong,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Everything is actually really good.”
“Is it?” Seonghwa questioned.
“Seonghwa I,” Hongjoong looked at him and Seonghwa could see the moment his bravery shifted to panic. “Can I fuck your thighs?”
What?
Seonghwa blinked at him. All of that was over a sexual position? They hadn’t touched each other in weeks and now Hongjoong was treating him like he was someone precious, someone made to be spoiled, just so he could fuck Seonghwa’s thighs?
“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded.
He wanted to push back, but he also didn’t want to risk another argument. They had been doing so well.
“Cool,” Hongjoong looked down.
“You didn’t need to plan a whole night just to ask me that,” Seonghwa laughed. “You know I’m not going to say no to you.”
“That wasn’t,” Hongjoong started again and stopped. “You might say no to some things.”
“Like what?” Seonghwa finally pushed. He felt like there was some subtext that he was missing. What was Hongjoong really trying to tell him?
“Doesn’t matter,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Want to go to my room?”
Seonghwa paused before he answered. “Okay.”
They walked quietly, almost robotically, to Hongjoong’s room. Seonghwa just wanted to cut to the part where they were kissing. It was all he had wanted since the last one. Once they were in Hongjoong’s room things turned awkward as they looked at each other.
“Please let me kiss you,” Seonghwa begged quietly.
Hongjoong’s eyes went wide but he still nodded. He didn’t move though. Seonghwa was going to have to be brave and initiate things himself.
“Okay,” Seonghwa breathed out.
He took the two steps to Hongjoong and once they were almost touching Seonghwa paused. Normally he’d reach out and hold whoever he was kissing, but that felt like it would shatter the moment. So Seonghwa tipped his head down slightly before he lifted his chin, and then they were kissing.
It was the same soft pressure as their first kiss, but that wasn’t all that Seonghwa wanted. He needed more. He made a little noise in the back of his throat before he parted his lips. Hongjoong let out his own noise of surprise before his hands came out to hold onto Seonghwa’s waist. The feeling of being held was comforting and the green light that Seonghwa needed to push things further. He licked across Hongjoong’s bottom lip before he pushed his tongue past Hongjoong’s teeth.
Hongjoong’s response was immediate. He pushed back against Seonghwa as their tongues met. They were both moaning into the kiss and finally Seonghwa brought his hands up to grab Hongjoong’s arms. The kiss took a quick turn from sweet to dirty, and Seonghwa couldn’t get enough. He just wanted to feel more.
Before he knew what he was doing Seonghwa tugged at Hongjoong’s shirt in an attempt to get it off. Hongjoong refused to break their kiss until the last moment, but Seonghwa’ managed to get his shirt off and toss it onto the floor. As their lips met again Seonghwa’s hands went to Hongjoong’s chest and then down to his pants.
What they were doing felt so different from anything they had done before.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong broke the kiss again.
“Get your pants off,” Seonghwa mumbled before he leaned in to kiss Hongjoong’s neck.
Hongjoong’s hands came down and Seonghwa made a happy little noise as his focus shifted from Hongjoong’s pants to his neck. He wasn’t sure where things were going anymore, but Seonghwa wanted more. He wanted to mark Hongjoong up so everyone knew he belonged to someone. Only he didn’t belong to Seonghwa.
“You too,” Hongjoong pushed at Seonghwa’s shoulders.
Seonghwa grunted, but he obediently pulled his shirt off. It was easy to push his sweatpants down his legs and he kicked them off before he crashed back into Hongjoong. Kissing was so much better without the barrier of their clothing. He could feel Hongjoong’s hard cock against his hip, and Seonghwa pushed his weight into it. Hongjoong grinded against him as they continued to kiss. Seonghwa let it happen, he just wanted to feel Hongjoong however he could.
Then Hongjoong was leading him towards the bed. Seonghwa went willingly and fell gracelessly onto his back. Hongjoong left him there as he opened his bedside drawer to grab the lube.
“Fuck me,” Seonghwa stated.
Where had that even come from?
“I’m going to,” Hongjoong laughed as his eyes looked down to Seonghwa’s thighs.
“No for real,” Seonghwa shifted to spread his legs slightly.
There was a heavy silence before Hongjoong finally spoke.
“Seonghwa you should save that for someone you really care about,” Hongjoong shook his head.
“I did,” Seonghwa pushed up onto his elbows. “It should be you. I only want it to be you.”
Hongjoong’s face softened, but Seonghwa could only think about how good he looked with kiss swollen lips.
“Okay,” Hongjoong nodded.
“Really?” Seonghwa did a poor job at hiding his excitement.
“Yes, but we’re going slow,” Hongjoong crawled onto the bed. “You’re not going to bully me into fucking you before I think you’re ready.”
“I’ve used my toy without prep,” Seonghwa admitted.
“Yeah, well you’re not taking me without it, not the first time,” Hongjoong shook his head, but he had a smile on his face.
“Fine,” Seonghwa nodded curtly.
With a confidence he wasn’t sure that he had Seonghwa flipped over onto stomach before he got onto his knees and fell forward onto his forearms to present his ass to Hongjoong.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong cursed before he put his hand on Seonghwa’s ass.
“Give me two fingers,” Seonghwa said as he spread his legs.
“I’m making the rules tonight Seonghwa,” Hongjoong said and this time he punctuated it with a slap to Seonghwa’s ass.
It was good.
Seonghwa just wanted to be full of Hongjoong, he didn’t care how.
They stayed quiet as Hongjoong popped open the lube. The only other noise in the room was Seonghwa’s hiss as the cold liquid dripped down over his hole. Then he felt two of Hongjoong’s fingers rub over him. He pushed back into the feeling with a moan.
“Okay,” Hongjoong said with an amused tone.
Seonghwa held his breath as two of Hongjoong’s fingers started to push into him slowly. He didn’t know that the burn could feel so good. It was so much better than anything he had ever done on his own. When Hongjoong spread his fingers Seonghwa cried out and knew he’d do anything to live in that moment for as long as he could.
He dropped from his forearms to his shoulders with a satisfied noise and pushed his hips back. Hongjoong continued with his slow motions and soon Seonghwa just wanted more. He attempted to fuck himself back onto Hongjoong’s fingers but then the other man’s hand was there on his hip holding him still. A frustrated noise left Seonghwa’s throat.
“Just fuck me,” Seonghwa demanded.
“Ask me nicely,” Hongjoong cooed back as he pushed in a third finger.
Seonghwa let out a long low moan as he felt his ass stretch even further.
“Please,” Seonghwa tried but he really didn’t have the spare brain cells to form a full sentence in that moment.
“You’re going to be so much fun,” Hongjoong laughed a little.
Going to be? There was going to be more of this?
Seonghwa opened his mouth to ask again but thankfully he didn’t have to. Hongjoong pulled his fingers out and Seonghwa heard the familiar sound of the lube bottle being pressed. Then one of Hongjoong’s hands was on his ass holding him open and the blunt, soft head of Hongjoong’s cock was pressing against his hole.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa moaned.
“I know baby,” Hongjoong cooed. “I’m going to go slow.”
And he did.
It was excruciating. Hongjoong pushed in centimeter by centimeter, and Seonghwa’s body was happy to accommodate him. Seonghwa was already clawing at the sheets when the head of Hongjoong’s cock finally slid into him. He winced at the pain but let out a mumbled moan.
“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded against the bed before he pushed back.
He got what he wanted and the rest of Hongjoong’s length slid into him. Seonghwa couldn’t help but cry out as Hongjoong’s hands went to his hips to hold him still.
“Naughty,” Hongjoong scolded.
A fire ripped through Seonghwa’s body. He was fine with being naughty if that meant he got what he needed. He was too worked up for slow. Right now, all he wanted was to be bouncing on Hongjoong’s cock.
Thankfully Hongjoong moved. It was slow but the drag felt so good, and it was even better when he pushed back in.
“More,” Seonghwa demanded as he wiggled his hips.
“Needy little bottom,” Hongjoong mumbled.
Seonghwa wanted to beg him for more, but he couldn’t speak. He really was a needy little bottom. All he wanted was more and harder, but he couldn’t think straight enough to ask for it.
Hongjoong was inside of him.
Seonghwa cried out and pushed back to meet Hongjoong’s thrusts. He wasn’t sure when this became what he wanted, but it was everything he had ever needed. Seonghwa continued to moan as Hongjoong fucked him at a steady pace.
Then Hongjoong pulled out of him.
“No no no,” Seonghwa chanted, but Hongjoong was already flipping him over.
“I just want to see you,” Hongjoong said as he helped spread Seonghwa’s legs.
Seonghwa squeezed his eyes shut as he nodded. He just wanted to be full again. Hongjoong felt so good inside of him.
“More please,” Seonghwa grabbed at him.
“Shh,” Hongjoong cooed as he arranged Seonghwa’s body how he wanted him.
When Hongjoong pushed back in Seonghwa let out a satisfied sigh. One of his legs was hooked around Hongjoong’s waist and his other was spread wide. The image of Hongjoong over him was almost too much. Sweat had started to gather at Hongjoong’s brow, and his mouth was dropped open.
“Kiss,” Seonghwa demanded.
Hongjoong gave a breathless laugh as he dipped his head down. He gave Seonghwa a few soft kisses before he lightly bit down on Seonghwa’s bottom lip. Seonghwa arched up into the kiss silently asking for more.
“You’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong murmured into Seonghwa’s mouth.
“You’re,” Seonghwa breathed out, but he couldn’t finish the thought because Hongjoong was kissing him again.
This was heaven.
Hongjoong’s hand worked its way between their bodies and Seonghwa’s eyes popped open. He shook his head no, but Hongjoong’s fingers wrapped around his cock away. He wasn’t ready for it to be over, but the second Hongjoong touched him he could feel his orgasm building.
“Cum on my cock,” Hongjoong growled into his ear. “I want to feel you.”
Seonghwa couldn’t even process what Hongjoong had said. He was too busy trying to hold his orgasm back.
He never had a chance.
With a loud moan Seonghwa finally let go. Hongjoong fucked him through his orgasm and past it. He felt raw, but he wanted Hongjoong to cum.
“In me,” Seonghwa demanded.
“Okay,” Hongjoong dropped his head down against Seonghwa’s shoulder.
Seonghwa wasn’t sure how much time went by before Hongjoong’s thrust lost their rhythm. He was lost in a haze of exhausted pleasure. There was a certain pleasure in being used, and Seonghwa found himself liking it more than he wanted to admit to. His body was raw, but Hongjoong was still taking, chasing his own high.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa moaned out.
That was enough. After a few hard thrusts Hongjoong pushed forward and let out a series of moans as he spilled into Seonghwa’s body.
Once Hongjoong caught his breath he placed little kisses all over Seonghwa’s face.
“So good,” Seonghwa mumbled.
“You did so good,” Hongjoong agreed.
“Mmm,” Seonghwa hummed.
“I’m going to pull out,” Hongjoong warned.
“No,” Seonghwa whined as Hongjoong pulled back.
Seonghwa felt himself clench around nothing and he let out a little whine.
“Hold on,” Hongjoong laughed and reached over the side of the bed.
Watching Hongjoong wipe himself off with his tee shirt should have been disgusting. It should have been even worse when he cleaned up Seonghwa with the same shirt. Only it wasn’t. Everything just felt right.
“Stay?” Hongjoong asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa agreed.
Seonghwa let himself be moved around until he was tucked under Hongjoong’s blankets with Hongjoong pressed against his side. This was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Seonghwa?” Hongjoong questioned.
“Yeah?” Seonghwa mumbled.
“I love you,” Hongjoong admitted quietly.
Seonghwa was too tired to react. He was obviously already sleeping. There was no way that Hongjoong would ever say that to him. Hongjoong didn’t have feelings for him. Seonghwa just let out a little hum before he turned into Hongjoong’s body nuzzling into his chest until one of Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around him.
-.-
Seonghwa woke up alone.
His first instinct was to panic but then he heard a pan crash in the kitchen followed by Hongjoong swearing. He let out a little laugh before he stretched. His body hurt in ways that he hadn’t anticipated, but each ache was good. They reminded him of the night before, and how he had finally given himself up to Hongjoong.
Seonghwa suddenly remembered Hongjoong’s quiet I love you. He sat up a little too quickly and winced before he stumbled out of the bed and pulled his clothing on.
Hongjoong loved him? He couldn’t have heard that right, he had to have been imagining it, but he needed to know. Seonghwa left the bedroom and marched into the kitchen feeling braver than he ever had before.
“You told me that you loved me,” Seonghwa said to Hongjoong’s back.
Hongjoong froze.
“Did you mean it?” Seonghwa asked.
Hongjoong turned slowly, “I was trying to tell you all night.”
“Oh,” Seonghwa breathed out.
“Wooyoung said it would be a good idea to make it special,” Hongjoong explained. “I wanted it to be special to but I couldn’t say it.”
“That’s,” Seonghwa started to talk but he couldn’t finish.
“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong started. “I know this isn’t a serious thing for you, but I’ve loved you for so long. I took advantage of the situation and just kept pushing when you didn’t say no. I knew I’d hurt myself but I did it anyway.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Seonghwa stepped towards him.
“I can move out,” Hongjoong offered.
Seonghwa shook his head, “don’t do that.”
“No?” Hongjoong looked at him hopefully.
“I’m still figuring things out, but I want to be with you. I love you too,” Seonghwa said with a smile.
“You want to be with me?” Hongjoong looked at him. “You love me?”
“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded firmly.
“That’s insane,” Hongjoong said before he let out a relieved laugh.
“I feel like we’ve already been dating for years,” Seonghwa shrugged.
Hongjoong nodded, “it’s been confusing.”
“It has,” Seonghwa paused. “Will you be patient with me?”
“I’ll be anything you need,” Hongjoong answered quickly making Seonghwa laugh.
“What do we do now?” Seonghwa asked.
“Make it official,” Hongjoong shrugged.
“Oh?” Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. “So soon?”
Hongjoong let out a laugh and moved to shove Seonghwa’s shoulder, “I need you to be mine.”
“I kind of like how jealous you get,” Seonghwa admitted with a smile.
“That wasn’t an answer,” Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa’s hip.
“I’ve been yours,” Seonghwa shook his head and pursed his lips for a kiss.
Hongjoong kissed him softly.
“You’re all I want,” Seonghwa added and Hongjoong rewarded him with another kiss.
“Good,” Hongjoong pulled him into a hug.
Seonghwa melted into the feeling. He wanted to pinch himself. There was no way that he wasn’t still in bed dreaming. Hongjoong couldn’t be his.
“This isn’t real,” Seonghwa pulled back.
Hongjoong gave him an exasperated look, “it is. I promise.”
Seonghwa nodded and pulled Hongjoong back into another hug. So much had changed over the past few months that Seonghwa had no idea who he really was anymore. All he knew was that he was excited to have Hongjoong next to him as he figured it out.