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Cheonan is only a train ride away, and yet for as long as Gyuvin has known him, Taerae has never gone home during their school breaks or on the weekends, not even once.
Gyuvin really doesn't want to pry, but he’s heard things—things that he maybe shouldn't have, like Taerae arguing with his mom on the phone at night in the kitchen. And he’s seen things that he definitely shouldn't have, like the loose sheets of paper that Taerae left on the coffee table one night that he fell asleep on the couch. There were words in them, maybe song lyrics, and just a glimpse had been enough for Gyuvin to know that Taerae was going through… something. It hadn’t been hard to put two and two together after that.
It made sense then, why Taerae had needed a place to stay so suddenly and why he couldn’t ask his parents for help. He’d hoped that they would get to know each other better once Taerae moved in, but Taerae spends most of his time at school, work or band practice, and when he’s home he’s usually gaming in his room.
Hanbin told him not to take it personally, that Taerae keeps everyone at arm’s length, but still. It almost feels like a personal failure that they aren’t best friends already.
So it’s not exactly surprising that Taerae stayed at the apartment during a long weekend. It was probably surprising for Taerae, however, that Gyuvin came back from his parents’ house on the second day instead of the third.
It hits Gyuvin as soon as he steps inside. He allows himself a moment of scandalized shock before he quickly closes the door to prevent the sounds coming from Taerae’s room from traveling through the building.
It’s Taerae, his voice almost unrecognizable. It’s Taerae, who brought a boy home and probably let the door to his room open thinking it wouldn’t matter. It’s Taerae, getting fucked by a man and enjoying it, loudly.
“More,” he’s saying now, with a frenzy in his voice entirely unfamiliar to Gyuvin’s ears. “Come on, I said more, come on, ah, ahh—”
Gyuvin forces himself to move and makes a run for his own room, and stays there until the next morning, when Taerae knocks on his door to apologize, cheeks tinted pink but way more casual about the whole thing than Gyuvin expected. So he accepts the apology, tries to crack a couple of partly successful jokes that Taerae awkwardly laughs at, and that’s the end of it.
Except not really, because Taerae’s moans keep replying in his head over and over again, the next day and the next and throughout the whole week. He thinks about Taerae having sex as he brushes his teeth in the morning, and then in the middle of a particularly boring lecture, and when he’s having lunch with the others and he catches Taerae’s gaze for a brief moment before Taerae looks away. And the next week when he brings a girl home without warning Taerae beforehand, he comes thinking about Taerae listening through the walls.
It’s quickly getting out of control.
Taerae’s indifference to his predicament only makes Gyuvin feel even crazier, guilty, perverse: lusting after his innocent roommate, who has kept it PG-13 ever since The Incident, and who has never shown any romantic or sexual interest in Gyuvin to begin with.
He thinks he’s doing a good job at hiding it until Taerae corners him in his own room, climbs into Gyuvin’s lap on the bed and asks, “Do I have to do everything myself?”
Gyuvin can only blink, wide-eyed and breathless, before Taerae leans in and kisses him.
Blink. Taerae’s pawning at Gyuvin’s clothes and trying to take his own off at the same time.
Blink. Taerae’s hand is on Gyuvin’s already half-hard cock, running his finger up and down the length, appreciatively.
Blink. Gyuvin regains control of his limbs and uses them to manhandle Taerae onto his back. I’m not gay, Gyuvin suddenly feels the impulse to tell him, because it’s true, or it was true, until now. It doesn’t matter.
Blink. Taerae’s fingering himself open, and the sight of it almost makes Gyuvin cross-eyed.
“Do you do this a lot?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Taerae says, loose in more ways than one. “I… I like it.”
Clearly, Gyuvin thinks, watching Taerae’s dick harden as he continues his ministrations. He’s heard some guys can come from prostate stimulation alone. He wonders if Taerae is one of those guys. He wonders if maybe he can make Taerae come like that on his cock.
However, the actual fucking starts off hard and fast, Gyuvin moving over Taerae on instinct. It’s uncoordinated and unsatisfying and suddenly Gyuvin thinks he might cry. He wanted to pleasure Taerae, to show him what he can do and prove himself. Instead, he’s rutting into him like a dog.
Until Taerae stops him and makes him pull out and change positions so that Gyuvin is the one laying on the bed. Taerae climbs on top of him and sits on Gyuvin’s cock slowly, working up a rhythm that has both of them moaning and gasping for air. Gyuvin comes so hard he sees white, and hears more than sees Taerae coming shortly after.
Gyuvin’s heart is still attempting to beat out of his chest when Taerae eases off of him.
“Ah, that was great,” he says, almost off-handedly. He stretches like a cat, and then begins picking up his discarded clothes from the floor.
“I’m hungry. I’m gonna take a shower and then we can order something to eat. Sounds good?”
With each piece of clothing that he puts on, Taerae quickly transforms back into the person that Gyuvin knows. Or rather, a person that Gyuvin doesn’t know, the warm, welcoming body that he had just crumbled under becoming increasingly mysterious and unknown.
“Sure,” Gyuvin says, and wonders if he will ever catch a glimpse of that side of Taerae ever again.