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Jisung was petrified.

As someone who seldom went outside his apartment, he knew his four walls off by heart. He knew his ceiling, his bed, and the depressing white of his walls. 

Which is exactly why he was scared.

Because this was not his bedroom, let alone his apartment.

And that was a bad sign, because the last thing Jisung could remember was drinking and getting a pep talk from his arguably drunker best friend at the office outing. He remembered the beer going down his throat. One bottle. Two. Tuffs of hair falling over chocolate brown eyes. The curve of pink lips. Soft honeyed skin illuminated by low orange lighting. 

This wasn't his bed. 

He remembered the cab that took him here - the air stuffy with anticipation. It took him the wrong way; his apartment was the left turn, and then South. He remembered the way his knees would bump against the man beside him, a nervous excitement fluttering in his chest. Uncertain, but speculative. A low, teasing voice which played along with the bit. “You’ve never helped someone get home?” Jisung swallowed, looking down. 

The bed was warm.

He wasn’t alone.

Jisung felt his stomach sink through the mattress when he felt the man next to him stir. He stopped breathing, looking to the side, terrified. He could only see his back, smooth skin dotted with a few moles as well as marks which Jisung knew for certain weren’t there the night before - bruising and hints of teeth from an overly excited mouth. 

Jisung wanted to die.

Slowly and carefully, Jisung pulled himself up. The covers slipped off his chest, bare. He shivered, looking down at himself. He was fully naked. 

If he wasn’t scared about waking up the man next to him, Jisung would have laughed. Maybe cried. Probably both. Because how on earth did he end up here in the first place? 

Jisung knew himself; he wasn’t the type to just hook up, and he definitely wasn’t the type to muster up enough courage to get his pathetic, months long office crush to finally sleep with him when the most they’ve ever interacted was passing each other in the break room! Even then it was awkward! Really fucking awkward!

Though crush might have been too strong of a term. Office infatuation, perhaps. Jisung didn’t even know what he wanted if he was being honest.

Still, this had to be some sick joke or a dream or maybe his memories were all just muddled up and he didn’t actually sleep with Lee Donghyuck of all people. Maybe he really did just help him get back to his place, and the fact they were in Donghyuck’s bed, naked, was nothing more than a very funny and convoluted story! Jisung wanted to believe that, but unfortunately a nagging voice in the back of his head told him that he was trying too hard to avoid the truth.

Jisung peered over the lump under the covers, taking a peek at the face of the man laying next to him.

His heart pounded.

Yup! That’s Lee Donghyuck.

Fuck.

On the bright side, he seemed to be deep asleep. His lips were parted lightly, the side of his face smushed against the pillow. Coils of messy brown hair fell over his face, covering his eyes. He looked - for a lack of better words - adorable. Ethereal. Beautiful. Every other adjective out there.

Jisung’s mouth went dry, his heart hammering in his chest at the sight. He never thought he would get to see Donghyuck like this. He never thought that they would see each other outside of the office and any workplace arrangements. So this was new. Unexpected. Earth shattering. 

But that didn’t change the fact that Jisung felt like he could throw up any second now. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Stick around just to probably experience the most awkward morning in his life? Stay and have Donghyuck say he regretted it?

After all, he and Donghyuck really didn’t get up to much. If anything, for the longest time, Jisung assumed that the older man just didn’t like him. Jaemin assured him that that wasn’t the case, but Jisung didn’t get enough opportunities to be proven otherwise. 

Other than sleeping with him, apparently. 

But even that could have come from a place of simply wanting to sleep with someone, and if Jisung was the first one in his way then… Well, he might have been the best option at the time. Maybe, once Donghyuck woke up and realised who he dragged home with him he would react in disgust. Regret. 

Jisung didn’t want that.

The air between them was already awkward as it was. Jisung couldn't bear to make it even worse, sleeping with a man who honestly probably didn't even like him in the first place if his odd looks at work were anything to go by. Weird looks, very brief exchanges, and the fact they probably had nothing but their work in common. 

Still, despite the weird air between them, Jisung did find Donghyuck extremely charming. He was close to Jaemin, so whenever Donghycuk was free or bored he would simply come over to annoy the finance team lead for the rest of the team - Jisung included - to observe. Sometimes he had the upper hand, and sometimes Jaemin had him running away, fearing for his life. 

Jisung couldn’t pry his eyes off Donghyuck.

He carried himself with an air of confidence that demanded attention. He wore well fitting suits, hugging him in just the right places. Hair always neatly styled, the colour shifting through various hues of brown - some soft and golden, and some deep and rich like chocolate. At times he would wear glasses, other times opting to go without. Mostly no glasses as they seemed to annoy him. In the summer when wearing a jacket was too much, he would roll the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing an expanse of skin Jisung couldn’t help but want to run his hands and lips over. 

Lee Donghyuck was delectable, often finding himself as the object of Jisung’s fantasies - becoming the main star after Jisung landed a permanent role in the company. Different settings and scenes, but always the main attraction. 

And now, Jisung had actually gotten to experience the real thing.

And he was beyond scared.

What if he was bad? What if Donghyuck regretted it? What if this was a mistake? What if this ruined everything? 

They didn't know anything about each other other than the bare minimum that came from office chatter. They didn’t have a preexisting foundation. This was just lust and infatuation. And that could get awkward really fast.

Jisung pulled back, dragging his hands over his face. He groaned, his brain running laps. 

Right.

This was a one time thing anyway.

Jisung and Donghyuck had nothing between them, and probably never would have anything keeping them together. After all, they were practically two worlds apart; Jisung was a newbie, fresh out of an internship and still finding his footing not only at work but in his life. Donghyuck, on the other hand, looked like he had his life figured out. He had his routine, his style, his confidence. He had a life already put in place with his career, his friend group, and everything else.

So why should Jisung worry about making things awkward when they were barely acquaintances before? Last night was Jisung’s chance to let go of his obsession with Donghyuck - get a taste of him to finally scratch that pesky itch at the back of his head. Now that he got what he wanted, he could move on. 

Simple as that. 

Yeah. Easy. Really easy. Nothing to think about. Just… a one time thing. One and done with. 

This meant nothing. 

Jisung glanced over at Donghyuck, still asleep. 

There was nothing there. Nothing to feel sad about. Nothing to cling onto.

Finally, Jisung got himself out of bed and followed the trail across the bedroom and flat to find his clothes, slipping them on without a care for how terrible he must look wearing yesterday's clothes, creased and messy. He checked his pockets and made sure he had everything he needed before he left.

One time thing.

○●○

Jisung made it into work on Monday as usual. He stepped into the lift, pressed the button to his floor, and trekked over to his desk, logging onto his computer just like every other day. He had a… unique weekend behind him, and he might have slept less than he would have liked, his mind dramatising what would happen when he finally made it into the office after the office outing. But so far, there was very little to fear.

Other members of the finance team poured in and greeted him. And the day went on.

Simple as that.

And then Jisung was forced to socialise.

Not that he hated Jaemin or anything; in fact, he quite liked the team lead, no matter how odd he could get at times. But the thing about Jaemin was that he knew just what to say to get the response he wanted out of you. It was only made worse by the fact that Jisung was too much of a bumbling idiot at times to even fight back. Too awkward. Easily startled. Realistically, Jaemin didn’t even have to try with him, always dragging out a confession and truthful response from Jisung after minimal - if any - prodding. 

Right now, Jisung didn’t want to talk to him because he knew exactly what Jaemin was going to ask about.

The party.

“And there’s our dear Jisungie, hard at work,” Jaemin said, leaning over the low wall of his cubicle, a waft of papers in his hold. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good,” Jisung replied, keeping his answers short so that Jaemin would have nothing to work with. 

Not that that worked on Jaemin. If he wanted to talk, he would talk.

“You?”

Jaemin hummed. “Peachy. But actually, I was wondering where you disappeared off to on Friday,” he continued, tapping the edge of the wall with his fingers. “You were there one second and then gone the other. We went out to karaoke after and you missed it.”

“How will I live,” Jisung muttered. Jaemin liked his karaoke and it got scary at times - though Jisung only had suffered through it twice. Two times too many. It was probably for the best that Jisung missed it this time around.

“Well, it was fun,” Jaemin mused. “Still, were you fine? You left without even saying goodbye.  We didn’t annoy you too much, right?”

“No- No, it wasn’t that,” the younger of the two assured. “I just-”

Jaemin cocked his eyebrow, expectant. “Had better things to do?”

“Yes.” Wrong answer. “No! That’s not- I didn’t”

The team lead smirked, leaning forward - a predator that has latched onto its prey. Not good. Terrible, actually. Jisung wanted to run away, but he knew that in the end Jaemin would always catch up to him. He wouldn’t let Jisung get away so easily if he sensed blood in the water, and Jisung’s jittery response was just that. 

“Oh? So you had plans?” Jaemin asked, tilting his head to the side with feigned innocent intrigue as if he wasn’t digging deep into Jisung’s life. 

Some would argue that this was a breach of privacy and that a superior shouldn’t know this much about a subordinate, but Jaemin was above all that; if he wanted to know something he would, either by learning it directly from the horse’s mouth or by listening to the rumour mill. One way or another, he would know. 

Jisung just wanted the earth to swallow him whole. That would be so much easier to deal with than this. 

“I- I didn’t have plans,” Jisung explained. 

“But something popped up? Something better?” The slight curve of his lips and the devilish glint in his eye was frightening, making it clear to Jisung that he knew something , putting the pieces together in his head from minimal information provided. 

“I-”

“Did you take someone home?”

Jisung wanted to die. He really did. 

“You did?” Jaemin questioned, face lighting up at the new scoop. 

“This isn’t workplace appropriate,” Jisung argued. 

“I’ve seen people making out in the supply closet.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you are my superior and you should not be asking me this,” Jisung continued. 

“Oh come on! We’re friends!”

Maybe to an extent. Alright, they were, which was kind of weird.

“Still.”

Jaemin huffed. 

Jisung knew he was screwed no matter what.

“It wasn’t my place.”

At that, Jaemin grinned, wild and ecstatic. “No way! Who?”

“I think that’s enough of this conversation.”

“Nuh-uh, you can’t just drop a bomb like this and not elaborate,” Jaemin stated. “It was someone from the office party, right? Do I know them? I bet I do. What department?”

Marketing. And yes, Jaemin knew him very well.

“I’m not answering any of those questions.”

Jaemin huffed. Before he could say anything else, he was greeted with a slap over the back of his head, a manila folder messing up his neatly styled hair. There was only one person in the entire building bold enough to do that to Jaemin. And it was probably the last person Jisung wanted to see right now.

“You have no shame,” Donghyuck said, a frown noticeable in his voice. 

“That is true, but what is it this time?”

Donghyuck scoffed. “You just left these on my desk and ditched?”

“It is your work,” Jaemin argued. “And you are over budget. You should fix that.”

“And you should try being less of a pain in my ass,” Donghyuck retorted, a thin, fake smile across his lips. To think that those two were apparently best friends was… well it was definitely a lot to think about. “This could have been an email, mind you.”

“Oh but you’re just so cute when you get mad,” Jaemin mused, pinching Donghyuck’s cheek only to have his hand slapped away. “Feisty. That's hot.”

Donghyuck groaned, having had enough of Jaemin already. Hard to blame him really; it was far too early to be dealing with a personality like Jaemin’s. Donghyuck at least could escape whereas Jisung was completely at the older man’s mercy, suffering under his tyrannical rule. Though all things considered, Jaemin was a decent team lead - Jisung just liked complaining. It could be worse. Much worse. 

“You owe me lunch,” Donghyuck said, rolling up the folder in his grasp as if he itched to smack Jaemin on the back of the head with it again. 

“I owe you nothing,” Jaemin retorted. “And if you haven’t realised, I am very busy right now.”

“Why do I find that so hard to believe?”

As entertaining as all of this was, why did it have to happen at Jisung’s desk of all places? 

Only now noticing him, Donghyuck’s eyes fell on Jisung and his expression shifted. Jisung couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the look on Donghyuck’s face morphed into, but he didn’t like it in the slightest, his stomach churning, skin prickling with dread. Donghyuck was glaring at him - though not outright glaring. It was more of a displeasured stare, his jaw set tight as he continued to look at Jisung, watching the younger man slowly start to squirm in his seat. 

Alright, so he might have really messed up.

Intrigued, Jaemin followed Donghyuck’s death glare only to end up confused as he realised Jisung was the unfortunate subject. 

“You have a problem with my Jisungie?” Jaemin asked, leaning forward to block Donghyuck’s line of sight. 

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “I have a problem with you,” he replied. “You’ve given me a headache and it’s not even ten.”

“It’s a skill of mine.”

“Whatever,” Donghyuck uttered, glancing briefly at Jisung from the corner of his eyes. “I’m going now.”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

“Fuck you.”

Jaemin grinned, watching Donhyuck slowly fade out into the distance, finally leaving the finance department. Once he was gone, Jaemin quickly turned back to Jisung, eyes glimmering with glee, a shit eating grin spread across his face. For a man as handsome as Jaemin, he really could pull the most unnerving faces known to mankind.

“It was Donghyuck, wasn’t it?”

“Pardon?”

“The hookup.”

Jisung choked on air, coughing loudly as Jaemin’s smirk only grew wider and wider. 

“Wow,” Jaemin mused. “To think you slept with-”

“This is not workplace appropriate,” Jisung interrupted, looking around to see if anyone on the floor decided to listen in on their conversation. In all fairness, everyone seemed to be in their own little worlds, knowing better than to listen in onto the wild bullshit Jaemin liked to spew. It was hard to tell what was real and fake with him. “Really not appropriate.”

Jaemin shrugged. “People have literally screwed in the supply closet on company time so what’s a little gossip between friends?”

Jisung wanted to accuse Jaemin of being one of the aforementioned people he spoke of, however as it stood he didn’t have any substantial proof other than a gut feeling. An ever stronger gut feeling when he remembered that his partner worked in one of the other departments. Jisung didn’t want to think any more about it though for the sake of his own sanity. 

“I’m proud of you though,” Jaemin continued. “You finally did something about that little crush of yours.”

“My- I don’t have a crush.”

“Pfft. And I am the Queen of England,” Jaemin said with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Though I have to admit that I am surprised. You don’t strike me as the fuck first date later kind of guy.”

“I’m going to report you to HR.”

Dismissing him, Jaemin continued. “And that doesn’t really explain why Donghyuck looked at you like that. It even gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

“It’s because he doesn’t like me,” Jisung explained. “I thought that was obvious.”

Confused, Jaemin furrowed his brow. “No. No, Hyuck doesn’t dislike you,” he assured. 

“He does.”

Jaemin clicked his tongue. “Not sure what gave you that idea.”

“Everything? He always looks at me weird.”

“He does need glasses,” Jaemin mused. “Could be that.”

“He also just- He just doesn’t like me, alright? You just don’t get it.”

“Or you could be making stuff up in your head, but then again I’m no expert,” Jaemin said with a shrug of the shoulders. “Though he definitely is acting weird now. Did something happen? Other than the, well, you know,” he continued, making a circle with his hand, pushing the index finger of his other hand in and out of it in a crude depiction of penetration. 

“I’m about to go to HR.”

Jaemin waved his hand dismissively. It's not like Jisung was getting up to report him anyway. “So? Or was it just that bad?”

Jisung prayed that it wasn’t. For all he remembered… It was really good. 

Jaemin cocked his eyebrow, trying to gauge what Jisung was thinking. The longer his gaze rested on Jisung, the more the younger man squirmed, finding himself in a state of gradually increasing unease. His chest was tight, airways restrained. He thought of Donghyuck, fast asleep, and Jisung leaving without a word.

It was just a one time thing. Why should he care?

“I- It's a one and done thing. That's all.”

Jaemin hummed. “Alright… Though I don't see you as that type.”

“Well, Chenle said-”

Instantly, Jaemin extended his hands in front to stop Jisung, a flash of dread behind his eyes. “Woah woah woah, did you say Chenle?”

Jisung nodded.

“Okay, since when did we take relationship advice from Chenle?”

“He's my best friend.”

“And Donghyuck is mine; it doesn't mean I'll listen to anything he says,” Jaemin stated. “Sometimes you have to listen to the voice of reason, and I'm afraid that Chenle is not qualified to speak on these matters.”

Jisung didn’t have room to argue. But that night, Chenle convinced him. Granted, his best friend probably didn’t think Jisung would actually go as far as he did. Chenle didn't actually tell Jisung to fuck and ditch Donghyuck, even if he might have implied it at some point. 

Actually no: he did explicitly tell him to fuck Donghyuck. 

Jisung shouldn't have drank. And he shouldn't have listened to Chenle.

“It doesn't matter,” Jisung argued. “Now can I please go back to work?”

The team leader looked at him, lips pursed, eyes calculating. He shrugged. “Fine. But I will get to the bottom of this.”

“And I will go to HR.”

“I'd love to see you try!”

○●○

Friday. The night of the incident.

Jisung was not a fan of parties - office parties in general. Though this couldn't even be considered a party but a mere outing with far too many people for Jisung to care about. It was organised by Johnny - the sales manager - for his team but word quickly spread throughout all departments, more and more people inviting themselves over.

Initially, Jisung had no intentions of coming. 

Until Chenle dragged him out. 

Ever the socialite, Chenle wanted to go and insisted that Jisung had to go as well. When Jisung refused, Chenle dramatically declared that he wasn't going. Feeling sorry (read: emotionally manipulated) Jisung caved in. 

Thankfully, Chenle had the common decency to not abandon Jisung as soon as he arrived. In fact, Chenle stuck by his side for most of the night only ever disappearing for an extended piss break which always ended up with him chatting someone up on the way. Multiple extended piss breaks. Truly mister popular. 

As for Jisung, he kept close to the bar, nursing a beer as he looked around the place. 

It was impossible to not notice Donghyuck.

The older man had foregone his tie and suit jacket, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt to expose a tantalising sliver of sun-kissed skin. His black slacks hugged his waist just right, accentuating the man's delectable figure. And, the more Jisung stared, the more he wondered how Donghyuck would look without all those clothes in the way.

A thought which made his mouth go dry, desperately swallowing down another swig of beer.

Donghyuck moved around from group to group, his laugh unmistakable even amidst the music and chatter. It was sweet and thick like honey, sometimes tinged with a darker tone - sarcastic or cautionary - when Jaemin said something to press his buttons. The pair of them were quite an interesting duo to observe if Jisung had to be honest. 

After some time, however, Donghyuck ran out of steam, leaving his friends to take a seat in one of the unoccupied booths. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. Jisung followed each movement intently, unable to resist the casual charm of it.

“You have got to do something about that,” Chenle said, startling Jisung as he arrived out of nowhere behind him. “It's actually getting pathetic.”

Jisung looked over his shoulder, Chenle moving around him to take the seat he had been in previously. 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Jisung said, causing Chenle to roll his eyes, reaching for the drink he left before his nth chat in the bathroom. “Don't be like that.”

“I'm just being honest,” Chenle stated. “If you can't handle the truth then that's on you. You really need to get your crush sorted because it's turning you into an even bigger loser than you already are.”

Jisung sighed. “I don’t have a crush,” he argued.

“I beg to differ.”

“It's not a crush.”

“Then an infatuation, I don't know!” Chenle said, raising his hands up in surrender. “But you want Donghyuck so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Not that loud!”

“As if it's not obvious enough,” Chenle mused, taking a sip of his drink. “Mind you half of PR already knows.”

“Because all you do is gossip with them!”

“My point stands.”

Jisung groaned, drowning his misery with another drink. 

“Are you ever going to do anything about it?”

Jisung's eyes fell back to Donghyuck, the older man casually leaned back, long legs stretched out in front of himself. He was preoccupied with his phone, expression unimpressed by whatever it was that flickered across his screen. 

What was there to do? Jisung couldn't even approach Donghyuck, let alone act upon the desires coiled up within his chest. As far as he was concerned, Donghyuck was an unreachable fantasy. Jisung wanted him, but with how things were between them, it was unlikely Donghyuck would even spare him a glance.

“There's nothing to do,” Jisung replied.

“Yeah, sure thing buddy.”

“He doesn't like me. Have you seen the way he looks at me?”

“I think he needs glasses,” Chenle mused, glancing off to the side as if remembering something. “Besides, it probably doesn't help that you look like you're gonna piss your pants any time you're around him.”

“I do not.”

“I've literally seen it.”

Sometimes, talking to Chenle felt like torture. Such as right now.

“And if you're worried about him not being into dudes then you can rest assured because he's totally down,” Chenle continued.

“Did he tell you?”

“Well no. But he has Grindr on his phone so that's probably a sign,” Chenle explained. “I heard the notif before as well.”

“And why do you know the Grindr notification sound?”

Chenle shrugged. “I told you: I'm bicurious.”

Right. That. Honestly, Jisung shouldn't have been surprised by the Grindr revelation in the first place considering the way Chenle was. What he did find surprising, however, was Chenle’s insistence on calling himself bicurious. After all, there were only so many hookups you could have and clearly enjoy without dipping into the bisexual category. Though that was a topic for another day. Jisung wasn't in the right headspace to help his friend right now.

“Anyway, he's not not interested,” Chenle continued. “You might as well give it a shot. Try to get laid. You clearly need it. And who knows, maybe that's all you need! Maybe you'll get over this… not crush after you sleep together. It's worth a try. Clearly he's down to fuck.”

Jisung wanted to argue.

But unfortunately after a few beers, Chenle made perfect sense to him. He spoke with such energy and conviction that Jisung could only nod along, buying into everything he said.

Jisung looked back at Donghyuck, the man rolling his eyes as he swiped on his phone. It was out of annoyance, maybe some disgust. But Jisung wondered if he could make his eyes roll to the back of his head from pleasure. Just how would that look?

“And how am I gonna do that?”

“Chat him up, duh,” Chenle replied as if it were the most obvious thing ever. “Buy him a drink. Keep him some company. Do something other than staring at him like a loser.”

“I'm not staring,” Jisung argued.

“I literally counted you checking him out like six times since I got back. It's sad to look at.”

“Then don't look.”

“So you admit you are checking him out?”

Jisung scrunched his face, opting to take another drink of his beer instead of replying to Chenle.

“Oh just do it!” Chenle ushered, growing increasingly frustrated. “What's the worst that can happen?”

“I-”

“Don't answer that,” Chenle interrupted. “Don't speak the negativity into existence. But no, hear me out: you go chat him up with your awkward charm, buy him a drink, maybe take him home, get laid! It's as simple as that. It works for me - minus the awkward charm because I am clearly less of a loser than you are.”

Jisung rolled his eyes. Chenle made it seem so easy but he was forgetting who exactly he was talking about: Jisung. Not only that, Chenle was forgetting the subject of his desires: Donghyuck. They were two worlds apart, and it was highly unlikely that Jisung's awkward charm, as Chenle put it, would work.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh my god! Then suffer,” Chenle uttered, sipping on his drink - a colourful concoction that probably was far stronger than anything Jisung had over the course of the night. The little umbrella nearly poked him in the eye. “Do you like him or not?”

“I- Well I-”

Chenle raised his hand in front of Jisung's face, stopping him before he could stumble on his words any further. “Let me rephrase that: do you want to fuck him or not?”

“How is that any different?”

At that, Chenle groaned, hanging his head in defeat. “Lord have mercy,” he muttered under his breath before looking back up at Jisung. “Like includes feelings. Do you have any feelings for him? Feelings other than lust?”

“I-” That was a good question. Every time Donghyuck passed by all Jisung could do was look, eyes glued to the older man. When he looked at him, Jisung wanted . 

He wanted to see the skin beneath a taunting layer of clothes. He wanted to run his hands all over - his mouth too. He wanted to hear him, wondering how close his whines and groans were to when Jaemin annoyed him. Did he sound even better? Would his eyes roll back from bliss?

Jisung wanted to know. 

Was there anything more to it?

Well… Donghyuck was definitely pleasing to the eye, but Jisung wasn't sure if he wanted much else. His feelings for the older man weren't really a crush - or perhaps they were. Jisung wasn't really sure. Maybe. Maybe not. There was very little to go off. They had nothing between them.

But he was sure that Donghyuck was the object of his desires and Jisung was guilty of thinking of the man when he got himself off. It made him feel dirty, but the orgasms were worth it. So worth it.

“You're really thinking it through, aren't you?” Chenle mused, edging on humoured. “Have a verdict yet?”

“I…” Jisung sighed, holding his head in his hands. “I wanna sleep with him.”

Understanding, Chenle offered Jisung a pat on the shoulder. “There, there. There's nothing stopping you, is there? Go woo him and get this little office crush out of the way, yeah? Or maybe you'll end up as more. That's up to you. You could also finally get out of your shell and try other things.”

“Like Grindr?”

“There's other apps too! And clubs,” Chenle stated. “Live a little. Be adventurous! Besides,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to where Donghyuck was sitting - still alone. “It's not like you're in the same department. The worst that can happen is you two never look at each other again. A loss? Sure. But there's plenty of hot fish in the sea.” He turned back to Jisung. “So go for it! Woo him and stop acting like a pathetic loser.”

“Would it kill you to be kind?”

“It would, actually,” Chenle stated before grabbing the attention of the bartender. “Two more of what he's having,” he said, motioning to the beer bottle. 

Promptly, two bottles were placed down on the counter. 

“They're on me,” Chenle said. “Now go get him, tiger!”

Jisung didn’t have time to argue, yanked off his seat by a very eager Chenle. He stumbled over his feet as his friend pushed him forward. As soon as he regained his balance, Chenle shoved the two drinks into his hands, bidding him farewell with an overly kind smile - the type that practically screamed if you come back here I'll make you regret it.

Jisung had no other choice than to go.

Under Chenle’s watchful gaze, Jisung awkwardly shuffled over to the booth Donghyuck occupied. The older man didn't notice him, his eyes still focused on his phone, idly scrolling through the device. Maybe Grindr.

Or not. Why did Chenle even have to mention it? Now it was all Jisung could think about.

Jisung didn't know what to do to make his presence known without making himself even more awkward than he already was. When he glanced back to the bar Chenle was still looking at him, this time offering him a thumbs up that truly encapsulated how stupid this whole thing was.

But in the end, Jisung decided to bite the bullet. He took in a deep breath, taking another step forward. 

He casually placed the two bottles down on the table, the soft sound of the glass against the wood alerting Donghyuck that he wasn't alone anymore. A pair of dark brown eyes looked up at Jisung, his expression the same mild disinterest as he wore scrolling through his phone.

“Can I help?” Donghyuck asked, coming off rather bored - maybe slightly tired too. Nevertheless, Jisung found himself growing tense under the older man's gaze. 

Chenle's words rang through his ears: “you look like you're gonna piss your pants any time you're around him.”

Jisung couldn't prove him right. 

And so, mustering all the courage trapped somewhere in him, Jisung exhaled and tried to act like a normal human being. “I thought you could do with a drink,” he said, tapping his finger against the lip of the bottle to draw Donghyuck’s eyes to it. “Not having fun?”

Donghyuck scoffed. “Fun,” he uttered as if offended by the word. “There's nothing fun about being dragged out straight after work on a Friday,” he continued. “And I have a feeling you think the same.”

“Well, you're not wrong,” Jisung replied. “Still, might as well make the most of it. So?” He pushed the bottle closer towards Donghyuck, waiting for him to take the bait. 

The older man glanced between Jisung and the drink, the seconds dragging in silence. In the end though, the corners of Donghyuck’s mouth twitched upwards into a faint yet genuine smile. He reached for the offered beer, nodding in acknowledgment. 

“Thanks,” Donghyuck said, bringing the bottle up to his mouth, his bottom lip pressed against the rim as he held it there, eyes locked onto Jisung. He considered it for a second before asking the younger man “do you wanna join?”

And it was a success! 

Jisung nodded, taking a seat on the curved booth couch. He scooted up a bit closer to Donghyuck - but not too close. He must have been weird about it, moving around too much for his actions to not seem obviously considered, causing Donghyuck to chuckle before he took a drink of his beer. 

But finally, Jisung settled down.

Now what?

Fuck! Now what?

Jisung wrapped his hands around the bottle, thinking loud enough for Donghyuck to catch on, a humoured curve to his lips everpresent. 

“So umm… How come you're not with Jaemin?”

“He's no fun when he's drunk,” Donghyuck explained. “I can't get on his nerves like usual. I've also had enough of him for the week. Of everyone, actually.”

“Even me?” Jisung asked, trying desperately to make it come across as playful only to fail miserably. Instead it sounded like he was hurt by it. Way to go, Jisung. 

Still, Donghyuck found Jisung’s response humorous. He snorted, tapping his blunt nails against the side of the bottle. “I barely see you anyway, so I guess you're safe. What's your name again?”

“I-”

Donghyuck laughed, raising his hands as soon as Jisung's expression cracked, stopping the younger man from continuing.

“I'm sorry,” he said, laughter bubbling within his chest. “I'm just messing with you. Jisung, right? You've been here a while; I'm not that oblivious. Besides, I'm a very good hyung.”

Relieved, Jisung exhaled, nodding. “Yeah.”

“I'm actually surprised you're here though,” Donghyuck mused. “I unfortunately attend most of these outings. I can't say I see you often.”

“Yeah, well I was dragged out by Chenle,” Jisung said. “He decided to be dramatic and say he won't go if I don't come as well.”

“And he's ditched you already?”

Jisung would have probably preferred to be ditched than whatever this was. However, he also couldn't curse his best friend too much, all things considered. At least he was talking to Donghyuck now. This was the furthest he got since he started working at the office. A win was a win 

“He's umm… Extremely extroverted,” Jisung explained.

“Ah. I know the type,” the older man mused. “Are you enjoying yourself at least?”

“That's a loaded question,” Jisung replied, earning himself a soft sound from Donghyuck. “But I guess it's not all that bad. The drinks are decent at least. The company too,” he added just before taking a drink of his beer, swallowing down the nervous shake of his voice from such a small thing. 

His eyes flickered away from Donghyuck, too scared to see his reaction. But he had to look sooner than later. And when he did, the older man wore a peculiar expression - somewhere between amused and curious.

“Trying to schmooze with your seniors?” Donghyuck asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. Just enough for Jisung's eyes to catch the tempting line of his throat, exposed and begging to be kissed and bitten. Jisung wanted to sink his teeth in, subconsciously running the tip of his tongue over the ridges of his canines. 

“Is it working?” Jisung questioned in turn, voice coming out airy as his eyes refused to pry themselves off the sweet expanse of skin calling out for him. To be caught staring red handed, however, was a terrifying thought. And so, Jisung looked back at Donghyuck only to find that the older man noticed something off about him. 

However, instead of reacting in disgust or disinterest, Donghyuck only smirked, placing his phone on the table, camera facing up. He inched closer, giving Jisung all his attention. Far more than what he was used to.

It was frightening.

It was exciting. 

“It's definitely doing something,” Donghyuck replied. “Keep trying though and we'll see. Sprinkle a hyung in there too.”

Jisung needed another drink for this.

Thankfully, Donghyuck decided to ease up on the teasing. As fun as it must have been for him to see Jisung as a stumbling mess around him, he didn’t deem it a worthwhile pursuit. And so, he engaged in idle conversation with the younger man - the type one would expect with a colleague and then some. Nothing too personal at least.

However, question after question, drink after drink, as Jisung relaxed and became less jittery about the prospect of speaking to Donghyuck, the older man became bolder. 

It started small.

At first it was nothing more than Donghyuck’s foot bumping against Jisung's shin under the table. Innocent. Nothing to think too much about. But once he shifted closer as Jisung answered one of Donghyuck’s questions, Jisung felt it became more apparent. 

The space between them had slowly grown smaller and now Donghyuck’s foot teasing him under the table didn't come off as inconspicuous as it initially had. The way he leaned closer, body turned towards Jisung, as well as the way his dark eyes fell over Jisung painted a completely different picture towards his intentions. 

Jisung's head was spinning.

So when Donghyuck declared “I should get home,” Jisung didn't realise that the man was looking at him. 

Waiting. 

“Oh. Oh that's- It's late, isn't it?” Jisung asked, only now noticing the state of the bar. 

It was still busy, but a lot of the familiar faces had disappeared somewhere along the way. Chenle was still there though, having far too much fun to not regret the day after. 

“I should probably get going too,” he continued, looking down at his phone. “I'll call you a cab,” he added.

“And you?”

“I- I can take another?”

“ Or we can share,” Donghyuck pointed out, voice low and sweet. “How about that?”

“Y-yeah. Sounds good.”

Little did he know that he wouldn't get home that night.

After ordering them a cab and waiting around for a bit, the pair walked out, the air a pleasant temperature now that summer was right around the corner. When the car pulled up, Jisung opened the door, holding it open for Donghyuck to step inside first.

“What a gentleman,” the older man mused, taking his seat inside the vehicle. 

Jisung sat next to him, skin feeling hot and prickly. He glanced at Donghyuck from the corner of his eyes, heart hammering in his chest when their knees bumped together. Donghyuck didn’t do much, seemingly uninterested as he took out his phone. Curious, Jisung's eyes fell onto the bright screen, searching for a familiar icon.

Not that it mattered anyway.

Donghyuck opened the door on his side, but he didn’t step out. “Aren't you going to walk me inside?” He asked. “To make sure I make it just fine? What if I collapse on the way up? Then that's all on you for not taking care of your senior.”

“Right. Of course,” Jisung said, stepping out and following after Donghyuck.

The cab drove off.

They made it up to Donghyuck’s apartment without any issues. Not even a single misstep. If Jisung hadn't seen him drink, he would have been fooled that Donghyuck was completely sober. And right now, even he felt wide awake, the alcohol in his system practically evaporated. 

“Well… It would be rude if I didn't ask, but do you want to come in for a drink?” Donghyuck asked, leaned against the door, his hands behind him and around the handle. 

“A drink?”

Donghyuck hummed, tilting his head back. “Whatever you want,” he stated. “I'm sure I have something you like.”

Jisung was sure of that.

“What do you say?” Donghyuck smirked, biting down on his bottom lip. “Offer going once… going twice… and-”

“Yes,” Jisung replied before it was too late. “I'd love that.”

Donghyuck’s teeth dug in harder into his plump lip, his grin growing wider and more devilish. The door clicked open behind him as he pushed back, stepping inside and welcoming Jisung into his apartment. He waited for Jisung to enter, promptly shutting the door once he finally breached the entrance.

Now, Jisung was in uncharted territory. 

The nerves returned.

“Nice place,” Jisung mused, trying to ease the tension in his limbs. “The hallway is very… cool.”

Donghyuck snorted, walking past Jisung, arms brushing. He stepped forward and to the end of the hallway, dragging his fingers across the wall along the way before he turned around to face the younger man.

“You should see the bedroom,” he said - an invitation. “Much better than the hallway. You wanna see?”

Jisung swallowed, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth, fingertips thrumming with anticipation. He looked at Donghyuck - the distance between them so far yet so close. The older man was taunting him, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, the sharp tip of his canine catching Jisung's attention and leaving him breathless. And the look in his eyes made him even more dangerous, greeting Jisung with a salacious gaze that could only really mean one thing.

“What happened to the drinks?” Jisung asked, his hand coming up to the buttons of his shirt, undoing one just to feel some semblance of freedom and relief from the heat rising and burning him from the inside out. 

“Are you playing dumb and trying to rile me up or is this genuine?” Donghyuck asked, tilting his head back to expose more and more of his neck. 

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“If I'm understanding this correctly,” Jisung replied, needing to set the story straight before risking making an absolute fool of himself.

Donghyuck hummed. “Well, considering the fact I played along with your totally innocent approach at the bar earlier, what do you think?” He asked, mimicking Jisung by undoing the top-most button of his shirt still left in place. But unlike Jisung, Donghyuck didn't stop at just one.

He worked slowly, one by one with expertise, until only one button was left. Jisung took in a shaky inhale, body subconsciously leaning forward, desperate to get closer - to see and feel. 

“I could feel you staring all night,” Donghyuck admitted. “I didn't think you would actually do anything about it though, so I am impressed. You're not going to leave me disappointed now, are you?” He continued, hovering above the last button, waiting on Jisung's response before making his next move. 

“I- I won't,” Jisung replied, stuttering at such a crucial moment.

Thankfully, Donghyuck seemed to find it endearing. He smirked, dropping his hands to his sides, the last button of his shirt preventing Jisung from seeing his bare chest just like he wanted. He would have to work for it.

“Prove it then,” Donghyuck said, taking a step back and then another until he disappeared from Jisung's line of sight.

Cat and mouse.

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest, excitement coursing thick in his veins. Hastily he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his jacket, not caring about the fact he tossed it to the ground. With that, he hurried further inside, finding Donghyuck casually waiting around in the living room, curious to see just how quickly Jisung would make his move. 

“Well, you definitely seem eager,” Donghyuck mused, playful and teasing. “It's the vigour of an intern, right? Always need to please-”

Jisung didn't let him finish, reaching out for the man's waist, pulling him in towards himself. That caught Donghyuck off-guard, definitely not expecting Jisung to be so bold after practically trembling like an oversized chihuahua in his entrance way.

But Jisung couldn't let this go to waste. He couldn't let anxiety and fear consume him now that he had Donghyuck right where he wanted him; the older man was offering himself up to Jisung in a manner that Jisung could only ever dream of. This was far too important. Jisung couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

So he pushed down the nerves, hammered it to the ground with the beers coursing through him, the intoxicated buzz acting as his source of courage.

Donghyuck tensed in shock, looking up at the younger man, half way surprised and pleased. The initial bewilderment morphed into dark, sultry glee. He relaxed, reaching up to lock his hands behind Jisung's neck, tapping his fingertips along the man's nape, teasing him with the ghostly touch. Once more he tilted his head back, keeping his eyes on Jisung at all times, completely aware of what the younger man wanted. 

He leaned further back, his lower half pressing up against Jisung, clothed crotches rubbing together. Jisung shuddered, the heat and firmness of the contact causing his head to spin and the grip on Donghyuck’s hip to become tighter. It drew out a hiss from Donghyuck, yet he didn’t fight against it. Instead, his eyes fluttered, lips parting, begging to be kissed.

His unbuttoned shirt slipped off his shoulders, the sight stealing the breath out from Jisung's lungs. He salivated at the sight, eyes hungrily trailing the line of Donghyuck’s throat down to his sternum, chest, and along his soft stomach towards the last button of his shirt. Jisung needed it gone already.

“Can I…”

Donghyuck smirked, biting his bottom lip. “Do you think I invited you over to just stare?”

Jisung whimpered, the velvety drawl of Donghyuck’s voice and the hazy look in his dark eyes sending a rush of heat down to his abdomen. He glanced down at the button and then back at Donghyuck’s humoured expression before he decided that there was no more reason to hesitate. 

Jisung reached for the button and undid it at last, his exhale shaky as he finally saw more of Donghyuck than he ever thought he would. It was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

“Like what you see?”

“Yeah,” Jisung uttered, the weight of his response causing Donghyuck to shiver. 

Finding that words weren't enough to express what he felt, Jisung finally closed the gap between them, at last sealing their lips with a kiss. He did it with eagerness and an overwhelming hunger, needing to get a taste of the older man after all this time of waiting and fantasising. It was messy and desperate but it was everything Jisung needed, drawing out a satisfied low hum from Donghyuck, the sound vibrating in his chest.

He kissed passionately. Feverishly. He didn't care to take it slow, skipping over the polite pleasantries now that Donghyuck was fully offering himself over to him, body completely his to touch and adore and devour. 

Jisung was clumsy and needy, large hands squeezing Donghyuck sides and traversing his lower back and stomach and absolutely anywhere they could find themselves. He was desperate to map out the older man's body, committing it to memory as if to replicate it at another time in his dreams. 

Consumed by desire, Jisung licked into Donghyuck’s mouth, tasting the bitterness of beer on his tongue, getting intoxicated all over again. He hummed, pushing Donghyuck backwards with the need to lay him down and spread him out for himself. 

They stumbled together across the room, lips stuck together as they refused to part ways. Their ragged breaths and low, wanton croons and moans echoed throughout the apartment. Donghyuck untangled his hands from around Jisung and he shimmied out of his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Jisung followed suit, momentarily letting go of Donghyuck to work on his own clothes, fumbling through the column of buttons, popping one or two off in the process.

Not that he cared about that right now.

Donghyuck helped him out, yanking him by his belt, unclasping it before undoing the zip to Jisung's slacks. The relief around Jisung's hardening cock made him groan, his length twitching with arousal and the promise of what laid ahead. Their mouths sought each other out all throughout, messy and wet, a bridge of saliva between them whenever they briefly parted.

They left behind a trail of clothes in their wake.

Step by step, Donghyuck led Jisung to his bedroom. There, before he could fall back on the bed, the older man flipped them around and pushed Jisung down. Jisung's back made contact with the firm mattress, dazed as his eyes searched for Donghyuck. 

The bedroom was lit up dimly by the light pouring out from the hallway through the opened door. Not enough, but all the more alluring as Donghyuck was reduced to a tempting silhouette standing above him, illuminated from the back. Simultaneously an angel and an incubus.

Donghyuck undid his own slacks, allowing Jisung to watch on with his predatory gaze, knuckles white from how hard he was grasping at the bed sheets. It was made all the worse by how tantalisingly slow Donghyuck was, taunting Jisung by drawing out each second.

Nevertheless, he undid his zipper and dropped his slacks down to the ground, kicking them off. 

Jisung couldn't bear to wait any longer. 

Before Donghyuck could torture him more, Jisung leaned forward and reached for Donghyuck once again, pulling the older man down onto his clothed lap. Donghyuck yelped, the sound quickly morphing into a laugh as he proceeded to kiss Jisung, making himself comfortable where he straddled his lap.

Jisung's hands stroked down Donghyuck’s sides and towards the curve of his ass, feeling the man smile against his lips. He purposefully rolled his hips, urging Jisung to cup the firm cheeks, squeezing them as he continued to sway against Jisung. 

“I didn't think you'd be this straightforward,” Donghyuck mused, sounding very much pleased by the revelation. “I like that. Even if I was looking forward to seeing you be a stumbling mess,” he added, trailing a hand down Jisung's chest, the featherlight touch drawing out a shiver from the younger man, the muscles of his abdomen flexing. “To think you've been hiding all that under ill-fitting suits,” he continued, hand splayed over the taut muscle. “A true shame.”

Donghyuck pushed Jisung down flat on the mattress, sitting down over Jisung's crotch. The younger man held onto his hips and the curve of his ass, fingertips teasing the band of his boxers, dipping just below the elastic as Donghyuck stared him down, tongue licking across his lips. 

“I'm curious,” Donghyuck said, hands playfully sliding lower and lower Jisung's abdomen.

“About what?”

The older man grinned, waiting a second before grinding down hard on Jisung's cock. Jisung moaned, clenching his teeth and clutching tight onto Donghyuck’s hips, pulling him down to feel that bliss again. He was aching, tip leaking with clear excitement. 

“Are you as big down here as everywhere else?” Donghyuck asked with a sly smirk. He rocked his hips again. And again. He drew circles with his smooth, precise movements, tipping his head back in the process as the friction felt just as good to him. Jisung twitched beneath him, length weeping with the desire to be free and submerge itself into Donghyuck’s alluring heat.

The sweet sounds which slipped out of him were pornographic - airy and lewd and far too much for Jisung to handle. He whined, squirming with want beneath Donghyuck. Yet Donghyuck had him trapped, playing with him for his own satisfaction. And if Jisung were to be honest, he didn't want it any other way. He simply held onto Donghyuck and allowed the older man to do whatever he wanted with him. 

“Hmm?” 

“You'll have to see for yourself,” Jisung replied, struggling to speak with how thick the lust was on his tongue. 

Satisfied with the response, Donghyuck grinded down over the restrained hardness with his perfect ass, torturous and simultaneously captivating. Jisung dug his nails into the soft flesh of his sides, leaving indents of crescent moons in his skin.

“Let's see then,” Donghyuck mused, having to fight his own desire to continuously rub himself against Jisung. The outline of his cock, strained against his boxers, was an utterly mind-boggling sight. A wet patch darkening the fabric where his list had trickled out. All because of Jisung.

That alone was the craziest part of it all. 

Not only was this not a dream, Donghyuck also clearly felt enough attraction towards him too, otherwise this wouldn't be happening. 

Donghyuck dragged his hands across Jisung's taut stomach, eliciting a whole body shudder from the man beneath. Devious, he smirked. Cooed. 

“How cute,” he uttered, hooking a finger beneath the waistband of Jisung's underwear. 

He watched as Jisung inhaled sharply, the hands on his waist giving a firm squeeze. All of that was entertaining to Donghyuck, deriving a sick pleasure from witnessing Jisung squirm with restraint when he so clearly wanted to feel Donghyuck around him. He shimmied himself further down, denying Jisung the mind-boggling bliss that his ass over his clothed cock provided. 

“You can't wait, can you?” Donghyuck asked, head tilted to the side with mock innocence. He pulled the elastic of Jisung's briefs, tugging it lower and lower, revealing the curl of dark hairs leading towards the younger man's crotch. “Neither can I,” he then admitted, yanking the fabric down at last.

Jisung gasped, finally freed from the tight restraint of his clothes. The sudden change of temperature made his shiver, weeping cock standing firm with blazing lust for Donghyuck. His hands reached for the older man, only able to find his thighs, gripping onto the yielding flesh. Skin supple and soft, begging to be massaged and caressed. Worshiped. 

Donghyuck looked down at the length, a soft and surprised “oh” passing his lips. He trembled at the mere thought of it, his fingertips scorching where they touched Jisung. He wet his lips, tongue heavy in his mouth, hips bucking on their own. 

Jisung took that as a good sign.

“Well,” Donghyuck uttered, voice airy. He dragged his hand down, taunting Jisung by touching him everywhere but the one spot he desperately craved it. “I'll make it fit,” he assured, shooting Jisung a devilish grin before he moved lower down, leaning forward so that his face was right by Jisung's crotch.

The younger man shuddered, fingers tangling in Donghyuck’s hair. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, catching the dark pool of lust swirling behind Donghyuck’s eyes. 

Donghyuck pressed a kiss to Jisung's slit.

“Oh fuck,” Jisung cried out, far more pathetic and needy than before. “Hyung. Hyung, please-”

Donghyuck chuckled, amused by the sudden honorific spilling out from Jisung. “So well behaved,” he mused. “You'll let your hyung do whatever, right?”

“Anything,” Jisung replied, chest rising and falling rapidly as Donghyuck continued to hover above his erection, tormenting him with anticipation. “You can do whatever you want with me, hyung. Just please-”

Jisung was interrupted by Donghyuck’s plush lips wrapping around his tip, tongue pressing against the leaking slit. He cried out, muscles convulsing in pleasure. His fingers curled in Donghyuck’s hair, causing the older man to hum, eyes locking onto Jisung through his lashes, the sight pornographic. 

Donghyuck took great satisfaction in seeing Jisung unravel beneath him, weak and so affected from his mouth alone. So he continued, sinking himself down along the girth, the corners of his mouth burning the wider he was spread open. He gave an appreciative hum, the vibrations causing Jisung to whimper, the muscles of his abdomen pulled taut with a shiver.

Reaching half way, Donghyuck paused before pulling back up, sucking on the tip as he pulled off, lips glossed with spit and Jisung's precum. Jisung could get off to just this image alone. 

Their eyes met, dark and blown out with want. 

Without any further hesitation, Donghyuck's mouth enveloped Jisung's cock again. He plunged forward into a welcoming, velvety heat, eyes rolling back at how heavenly Donghyuck felt around him. All he could do was moan and tremble in pleasure as Donghyuck bobbed his head up and down, slowly working further down, inch by inch, clearly struggling with the last stretch but determined to take it all even if his throat burned and tears welled at his eyes. 

Jisung couldn't stop him. Not that he wanted to. 

Donghyuck’s spit covered his length, slicking him up and easing the tantalising glide. What he couldn't fit in his mouth, Donghyuck used his hand for instead, wrapping a hot palm around the base of Jisung's dick, jerking him in rhythm to the slide of his mouth. 

“Hyung,” Jisung called with a strain in his voice. He was tense, a fire blazing in his abdomen, pulled more and more by every bob of Donghyuck’s mouth - every wet noise, every low hum. “Hyung,” he continued, drowning in the euphoria granted to him by the older man.

Donghyuck reached for Jisung's hand still in his hair, giving it an encouraging squeeze. However, before he let Jisung have his way with his throat, he pulled off with a salacious slurp, so much spit trickling down Jisung's length. 

“Drawer,” he rasped, dark eyes falling to the bedside table. “Give me the lube.”

Jisung fumbled for it, hand hastily feeling around until he found the bottle, handing it over to Donghyuck. The older man popped the cap and poured some of the liquid on his hand. Jisung observed, confused. 

However, when Donghyuck pulled his own boxers down at last, Jisung understood. His cock twitched with zeal, a wanton mewl leaving him. 

Donghyuck reached behind himself, maintaining eye contact with Jisung as he breached his tight ring of muscle with his index, back arching, gasping at the intrusion. But before Jisung could get lost in the sight, Donghyuck leaned back down to take Jisung into his heat. 

Ass up, one hand fingering himself open and the other barely keeping himself up right, Donghyuck was practically impaling himself on Jisung's dick. And still, he begged for more, urging Jisung to fuck his throat.

Jisung didn’t want to hurt him, but the impatient whine Donghyuck formed around his throbbing cock was enough to snap his composure. He gripped on tightly to Donghyuck’s hair, yanking him up before forcing him back down onto his cock. 

Donghyuck moaned, eyelids fluttering shut as he was getting stimulated on both ends.

Jisung snapped his hips upwards, reaching deeper and deeper, causing Donghyuck to gag, hot tears pouring down his face. Yet he didn't stop Jisung, instead encouraging him more and more with all his bawdy cries and moans.

It was impossible to hold back.

Jisung became a slave to his desires, seeking out his high, fucking into Donghyuck’s mouth with fervour, spurred in even further by the knowledge Donghyuck was fucking himself open for him. The sound of lube working in and out of Donghyuck’s ass rang the loudest in Jisung's ears, and as he closed his eyes, Jisung could imagine fucking him right there and then.

He wanted to spill inside. He wanted to make his claim, painting Donghyuck’s insides white with his seed. 

He thrusted harder and faster, forcing Donghyuck fully down on his length.

“Hyung,” he called frantically. “I'm so close. Hyung, can I- Please.”

Donghyuck's response came in the form of a moan. 

Jisung came undone. 

He spilled out, tick and earth shattering. His toes curled, muscles rippled. The force of his ecstasy was too much to handle, shaking and bucking as he poured out into Donghyuck’s throat and then onto his face once the older man pulled off, unable to take all of it. 

He arched his back off the mattress, brought to completion by Donghyuck’s hand still working him through it until the very last drop.

When he finally had enough energy to open his eyes and look at Donghyuck, he was met with a view that made his spent cock thrum, eager to get right back up for round two. There Donghyuck was, Jisung's seed on his lips and face, fat globs trickling down his cheek.

Donghyuck wiped it off, licking the release off his thumb as if it were a delicacy.

Jisung whimpered, wanting so badly to fuck him already yet his dick needed a minute to recover.

“You'll get it back up for me, right?’ Donghyuck asked, sounding raw and debauched, voice hoarse. 

Jisung nodded. 

“Good,” the older man mused, shuffling himself back up on Jisung's lap, sitting down comfortably. “Help me out until then, alright?” He reached for Jisung's hand and guided it to his ass.

Jisung groped the fat of his cheeks, drawing out a low groan from Donghyuck. Slowly, he inched towards his opening, lust pooling in his stomach within seconds once he felt the lube spread out over the skin. And then, once he reached the anticipating opening, Jisung twitched in excitement.

Donghyuck felt it, smirking. “Ah to be young,” he uttered.

“You're not old, hyung,” Jisung argued, pressing the tip of his finger against the puckered rim. 

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “Enough flattering and more doing,” he urged. 

Jisung didn't need to be told twice. He pushed forward, breaching the entrance, watching as Donghyuck trembled above him. He splayed his hands over Jisung's chest, shoulders squared as the younger man began to work him open thoroughly. 

Donghyuck had loosened himself up slightly, however it wasn't enough for Jisung's digits to slip in with complete ease. There was still restraint, muscle fighting back against the intrusion. So Jisung was careful, taking pleasure in feeling Donghyuck relax around him, watching as his scrunched expression morphed into that of undeniable delectation. 

“Ah, Jisung,” Donghyuck crooned, swaying his hips to feel Jisung even deeper. “More,” he begged. “Need more.”

So he slipped a second finger inside, punching the air out of Donghyuck’s lungs. 

And then third. 

Donghyuck was choked up, his aching cock bouncing and slapping against his tummy, so needy. Jisung needed to give him everything. He wanted to give Donghyuck everything he craved, burning with desire for the older man. 

He pulled Donghyuck down for a kiss, satiating him since he pulled his fingers out at last, cock standing at full mast behind the unholy curve of Donghyuck’s ass. The older man whined, biting down on Jisung's bottom lip in punishment for denying him the spread of his fingers.

“Condoms?” Jisung asked, tasting himself on Donghyuck’s tongue. 

“Drawer.”

Jisung reached out again to rummage through the drawers, feeling around until he found the foil pockets. Quite a few. Jisung pulled out a few and laid them down in the bed. Donghyuck picked one out and pulled away, bringing the small foil toward his mouth, tearing it open with his teeth. 

He reached behind, sheathing Jisung's length.

One step closer.

Donghyuck then poured some more lube onto his palm before stroking it over Jisung's cock. Finally satisfied, he smirked down at Jisung, lifting his ass and guiding Jisung's tip towards his entrance. He teased them both, stopping just before the opening. 

And then he finally followed through, sitting himself down on the desirous length. They both groaned, Donghyuck at the stretch and Jisung and the sensual pressure all around. 

Donghyuck’s thighs quivered as he proceeded to sink lower and lower, working up to sitting fully in Jisung's lap. Jisung held onto his waist, squeezing, searching for something to ground himself before his soul left his body from just how good he felt.

A dream could never compare to this. 

“Fuck,” Donghyuck murmured. “That's- more than I expected,” he added with a dark chuckle, strained but more excited than ever. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Jisung wet his lips, slowly guiding Donghyuck lower - something which the older man didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he gladly sank lower, eyes rolling back, head tilted back and mouth open in a silent cry as he took Jisung completely. 

After giving himself a moment to adjust, Donghyuck clenched around Jisung, ready to go. He circled his hips, a blissful look written across his expression. 

It didn't take long for Donghyuck to start bouncing on Jisung's lap, finding purchase with his hands firmly planted on Jisung's chest. The younger man helped him with his hands and hips, thrusting upwards to meet Donghyuck as he crashed down, pushing out the most delectable and lewd cries from Donghyuck. 

Jisung couldn't get enough of Donghyuck, squeezing his sides and ass, roaming his hands over the man's back and stomach, cock twitching as he pressed down on Donghyuck’s tummy, feeling himself inside. It caused Donghyuck to moan too, loud and unabashed. 

He watched as Donghyuck fucked himself open on his cock, taking him gladly, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His skin was glistening with it and all Jisung wanted to do was kiss him all over, licking up the saltiness from his skin. 

Jisung pulled himself up as Donghyuck continued to bounce up and down, the squelch of lube mixing with his sweet sighs. He sought out for his lips, capturing them in a messy kiss, panting and moaning into each other's mouths. Yet Donghyuck had other ideas, sucking on Jisung's tongue before cruelly pushing him away, forcing Jisung's back down on the mattress. 

But he couldn't even be mad, clearly taking it as Donghyuck wanting him to sit back and watch.

So he did.

He watched as Donghyuck’s hips danced over him, his cock submerging in and out of the man's torrid opening, slick and soft for him. He observed the furrow of his brow - the expression caught between effort and rapture - and the myriad of breathy bawdy sounds fucked out of him. 

Donghyuck was a sight to behold.

And Jisung couldn't get enough. 

With each rock of his hips, his weeping cock slapped his stomach, heavy with want. Jisung reached for it, wanting to help Donghyuck only to have the man swat his hand away. 

“Just your cock,” Donghyuck explained, causing Jisung to whimper, already on the brink of his second orgasm. “I'm- I'm close.”

So Jisung helped him, wanting hands touching him all over, pleased to find that Donghyuck liked having his ripples played with, teasing the perky buds with his thumbs. 

When he sensed that Donghyuck was right there on the edge, he snaked his hands down to his ass, kneading the flesh, pulling it apart and squeezing for his own satisfaction. Donghyuck clenched around him, tight and hot. 

His movements became frantic, crazed by his lust. Airy gasps and moans poured out of him like a steady stream, thighs burning and muscles rippling from exhaustion as he chased his high. Jisung fucked into him, pressing his heels into the mattress to pound into Donghyuck, matching the older man's desperate ardor. 

And finally, Donghyuck couldn't hold on any longer, body tensing with his intense climax. He snapped his hips, back arching - practically bending himself in half - and head thrown in ecstasy. Ropes of white burst forth from his heavy cock, painting his chest and the man below him with it. 

Jisung continued to plough into Donghyuck as he came undone, invigorated by the sight and obscene melody of his cries and moans, the wet slap of lube being fucked in and out of him. Donghyuck’s body, after riding out his euphoric state, went limp and loose. He shuddered and shook, gasping with every energetic buck of Jisung's hips. 

He collapsed on top of Jisung, crooning and moaning in the younger man's ear. His body was hot and sticky with sweat and release, smearing it further across their closely pressed chests. 

“Jisung,” he whimpered, the name coming out broken at the sharp thrust into his raw hole. “Cum for me.”

Jisung couldn't bear to make Donghyuck beg for it again. He gripped tight to Donghyuck’s ass cheeks, pushing them nice and tight over his cock, groaning as Donghyuck proceeded to pant and kiss the sensitive spot below his ear. 

“Jisung,” he breathed, tender and sore. “Jisung.” Desperate and wanting. “Jisung.”

Once more, Jisung fell over the edge. This time harder. He slammed into Donghyuck, the older man crying out as he was pushed to the brink of overstimulation, Jisung's cock plundering and ravaging. 

He spilled into the condom, a sick part of him wishing there was nothing in between them. Oh, how he would have loved that. 

Jisung let the high wash over him, body thrumming with electricity. His ears rang, vision blurred. He felt heavy and light simultaneously, feeling every single hair on his body, feeling the blood rushing through his veins.

And he felt Donghyuck above him, the rapid beating of his heart where it was pressed against him. Such a beautiful sensation.

“Fuck,” Jisung breathed, causing Donghyuck to laugh - a low warbble of a sound. “That was… fuck.”

“Mhm,” Donghyuck agreed, trying to push himself up on shaky hands. When he could barely sit up straight he leaned back down, happily meeting Jisung in a languid kiss.

A kiss which Jisung refused to end. 

Somewhere along the way, Jisung felt another spark of energy. He took Donghyuck by surprise when he flipped him over, kissing all over Donghyuck’s body as he always dreamed of. He sucked on his collarbone, maddened by it, dipping his tongue across the protrusion. 

His lips took a pilgrimage, biting and kissing and licking. Donghyuck’s throat, bobbing in appreciation. His sternum. Collarbones, nipples, soft stomach, bellybutton - just to see him squirm and hear him laugh. Jisung was crazed, taking the opportunity to admire Donghyuck like in all of his wildest dreams. 

And then he flipped him over again, eliciting a yelp from Donghyuck. 

He kissed him down the curve of his spine down to his lower back. 

Jisung fucked him again, animalistic and hungry. Donghyuck let him, moaning like a whore for him as Jisung rammed his cock into his puffy entrance. Jisung sank his teeth into Donghyuck’s shoulder, leaving a clear mark on the man who made him lose all his inhibitions.

He watched with perverted glee the way in which Donghyuck swallowed his dick, making it fit so perfectly, snug and welcome within his plush walls. Jisung could watch this all night and day, obsessed with Donghyuck and everything about him. 

And he needed his fill. 

So he took all that he could. 

He took and took until Donghyuck was a boneless mess beneath him, the sheets wet his subsequent releases. 

Neither of them could move or bother cleaning up. 

“Not bad,” was the last thing Donghyuck said to him before they both passed out once and for all.

○●○

“So?” Chenle asked, slapping his tray down in front of Jisung before he took a seat at the table, the workplace canteen brimming with life. “Anything to share with your best friend of all time?”

Jisung didn't have the energy for this.

He groaned.

“Oh don't give me that attitude! I need all the details - actually, maybe not all . But like, did you two do it?”

“Why is my sex life so interesting to you?”

Chenle shrugged, picking up his chopsticks to make a start on his lunch. “God forbid I show interest in my friend's lives. Besides, you barely get laid. Maybe I just care for your happiness and fulfilment. Have you considered that?”

Jisung rolled his eyes, prodding at the vegetables on his plate. He barely got any meat today. 

“You did get laid though, right?”

Jisung sighed. It's not as if Chenle wouldn't pry it out of him. If Jisung didn’t answer, then he would simply become more annoying about it.

“Yes. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Chenle replied, genuine despite his attempt at sarcasm. “And?”

“And what?”

“You know… Was it good? Everything you ever dreamed and then some more?”

“Yes.”

“Damn. And?”

“And?”

“Was it enough to get over your little crush or are you only going to be even worse about it now?” Chenle asked, chewing on his food, eyes eagerly awaiting Jisung's response.

Honestly, that was a good question.

“I think… That either way, I just have to get over it,” Jisung answered. He had some time to mull over it at his desk as he pretended to be busy with work, clicking between emails and messing around on an Excel spreadsheet, trying to finally figure out how to successfully do a VLookup.

What he came to realise was that, given how he left Donghyuck and how the older man looked at him that morning, Jisung really had no choice but to move on. He fucked up and now Donghyuck hated his guts. 

Was it because the sex was bad? Or because Jisung literally left him without saying anything? Both? 

No matter what, Jisung screwed up.

“Huh? Why? Was it bad?” Chenle questioned further, leaning forward in his chair. 

“No, I- I think it was really good,” Jisung admitted. “But I umm… I just… left? Like as soon as I woke up, I left and didn't say anything. And now I saw him this morning when he came to see Jaemin and umm… I don't think he's happy about that.”

“Wow… Alright… Arguably it could be worse though, right? At least the sex was good! And hey! Maybe it's a good thing,” Chenle suggested. “Office romances are so cliché. But are you sure he wasn't just grumpy because he's at work? Did you talk to him?”

“No. But he looked at me weird. Like, really weird,” Jisung explained. “Even Jaemin was freaked out by it.”

Chenle leaned back, shocked by that revelation. “Well that does put things into perspective. Well, then it's a one and done thing. You had your fun, right? Time to move on. You should try Grindr.”

“I'm not that desperate,” Jisung argued.

“If you say so,” Chenle responded in a sing-song manner, clearly not buying it. “Anyway, you won't believe what I got up to after the party. Do you know Sungchan from R&D?”

Jisung knew where this was going by that particular lilt in Chenle’s voice. Nevertheless, he listened to his friend. That was until his eyes fell on Donghyuck across the hall, honing in on him as if it were the easiest thing for him to do. And Donghyuck was looking at him too, his mild scowl visible even with the distance between them.

He screwed up.

But that was fine.

One and done thing.

Jisung was too old for workplace crushes anyway.

○●○

The problem, however, was that his mind and body refused to let go.

Jisung thought that he was doing fine, but unfortunately he was being tricked, lulled into a fake sense of security. Work was… Well, work was work. He didn’t see Donghyuck that often anyway so it was easy enough to avoid him by either rushing to take the stairs instead of the elevator when he spotted the man waiting around, or by delaying his lunch break by a bit. 

And for the most part it really did seem to do the trick. 

For the first week after their night together, Jisung was too preoccupied with the awkwardness between himself and Donghyuck to even consider his feelings for the older man. As far as he was concerned, fucking the living daylights out of Donghyuck did the trick and Jisung was no longer absolutely obsessed with him. Instead, he was terrified of seeing Donghyuck, dreading the glare Donghyuck would shoot his way.

But what was he supposed to do? Go up to Donghyuck and say “hey the sex was amazing and I'm sorry about leaving without a word” to fix all of this? That was humiliating. Or at the very least very strange. 

It also meant talking to Donghyuck.

“You really are weird,” Chenle mused as Jisung shared some of his inner turmoil with him. “But hey, at least you got to sleep with him.”

Honestly, Jisung didn’t think anything but sex would have worked with Donghyuck if this was how he acted. It never was a crush. Just lust. 

And now it was out of Jisung's system. 

Or so he thought.

Week two came in swinging.

On a typical lazy Sunday morning, Jisung got to work in his apartment. He vacuumed, put on the washing machine, dusted the flat surfaces, and made a start on the dishes which had piled in his sink, never finding the time to get through them after work. 

Warm water and dish soap soaked his hands as he scrubbed. The repetitive, tedious task caused his mind to wander, seeking some sort of entertainment amidst the dull chore. 

It latched onto something.

The wet noise of the water transported Jisung elsewhere, pulled in by the magnetic force that was Donghyuck. Because there, in the middle of doing his dishes, all Jisung could think of was the way Donghyuck’s irresistible ass swallowed him up, bouncing on his cock, slick lube fucked in and out of him.

He thought of the way Donghyuck cried and trembled beneath him in sheer ecstasy, spilling more and more onto his chest and the bedsheets until he had nothing left to give. His ass, glistening with sweat and lube, all for Jisung to take. He had given the flesh a playful and delirious bite, needing to test if it was as soft as he imagined it to be. 

Jisung felt his cock stir, excited by the images flashing like a montage behind his eyes. 

He paused, dropping the sponge in the sink.

No. He was not about to get hard whilst doing the dishes. That was not happening.

Jisung exhaled, shuddering. “Get a grip,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. “You're better than this.”

And so he thought, attributing the hormonal teenager like reaction to the fact he was pent up from work. Things had kicked up in the finance department, causing Jaemin and hence the rest of the team extra work with overtime. Too much overtime.

So yeah, maybe Jisung just needed a way to unwind. God forbid he has needs.

Jisung took a minute to calm down and will his arousal away, soon enough returning to doing the dishes as if nothing had happened.

But it continued.

On his commute to work, Jisung was once more plagued with lewd memories. He took the subway to work, dozing off somewhere along the way, still too tired in the morning. And on this standard journey midweek, still one foot in bed, Jisung's mind played tricks on him yet again. 

Eyes heavy with remnants of sleep, Jisung was greeted with Donghyuck’s visage. The older man on his lap, heavy lidded eyes dark with reciprocated wanton, cheeks flushed and mouth parted as pleased, airy exhales poured out of him like the sweetest melody known to mankind. 

Jisung could feel him there - the weight of his body on top and the suffocating heat on his ass around him. His hands itched, needing to hold him and force him deeper, crazy with the desire to mould Donghyuck’s insides to the shape of his cock.

He could just about hear Donghyuck’s moans. Hot hands splayed across his stomach. The quiver of Donghyuck’s thighs.

The announcement of the next station snapped Jisung out of it.

Palms sweaty and heat pooling in his stomach, Jisung looked wide eyed in front of himself, startling the lady in the seat directly in front of him. She shot him a confused and uncomfortable look. Awkwardly, Jisung tried to apologise, looking away in shame.

Great.

What was happening with him?

“You're getting withdrawals,” Chenle suggested. “The sex was so good it's driving you crazy.”

“That wasn't supposed to happen,” Jisung pointed out, jabbing the broccoli on his plate. “I- I can't act like this!”

Chenle shrugged. “Then go fuck someone? Or go fuck Donghyuck again.”

“Are you insane?”

Chenle rolled his eyes. “So dramatic. What do you want me to suggest? You wanted him, you fucked him, and now you're too scared to fuck him again? Pick a struggle.”

“I thought sleeping with him would help me get over… this!”  

“Not really my problem.”

“You were the one that suggested I sleep with him!”

“And you decided to follow through; what happens after is all on you. Take accountability!”

Jisung groaned. “You're insufferable.”

“And you're a mess.”

That was true.

Chenle’s point was further proven true at the end of the day.

Jisung got in the lift, too tired to take the stairs down after even more overtime. He went down one floor before the elevator doors slid open.

In came Donghyuck. 

Jisung wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

It was only made worse by the fact nobody else entered.

The only two in this small, enclosed space. 

Jisung glanced at Donghyuck from the corner of his eyes. The older man was looking straight ahead, expression seemingly neutral if not for the air of dissatisfaction encircling him. 

Wonderful.

And then he spoke. 

“You don't strike me as the type.”

“Pardon?”

But Donghyuck didn’t elaborate. He stepped out once they reached the ground floor, leaving Jisung behind to mull over exactly what Donghyuck said to him.

Some help was required.

And Chenle was not who he needed to see.

○●○

Jisung felt like a child at the teacher's office as he stood around Jaemin’s desk, hands joined at his front, looking down at the older man as he typed out a passive aggressive email to the legal team. A part of him wanted to turn on his heel and run away, regretting even coming to the man in the first place, but at the same time he simply couldn't deny the fact that Jaemin was his best option. 

And so he waited. 

Jaemin exhaled after hitting send, basking in his victory. He finally looked up at Jisung, greeting him with a chirp smile. 

“How can I help, my dearest Jisungie?”

He shouldn't have come. 

But it was too late now.

“I umm… I wanted to ask you something. Not work related though,” he explained, hoping that Jaemin would say that it wasn't the time and place for that. But then again it was Jaemin and he loved gossip and all the like. “Is that fine?”

“Of course!” Jaemin replied. “As your team leader I'm here for you,” he explained, lightly patting Jisung's arm. “Now tell me: what's up?”

Jisung forgot how to speak.

“Would you rather do this in private?” Jaemin suggested, glancing over at one of the empty meeting rooms. 

“I- It's actually not that important,” Jisung argued, trying to worm his way out of talking to Jaemin. 

But Jaemin wouldn't let him get away that easily.

“Well clearly it's important if you decided to come to me,” Jaemin said. “I can tell something's bugging you. Come on, let's get some privacy.”

And that's how Jisung found himself in the meeting room, Jaemin sitting in front of him, waiting patiently for Jisung to speak. 

“So, how can I help?”

No getting out of this now.

He might as well be honest about it.

“It's about Donghyuck,” Jisung explained, noticing the way Jaemin shifted in his seat, intrigued.

“Oh?”

Jisung wanted to jump out of his skin and run away. But he couldn't. He did this to himself, walking right into the lion's den. 

“I umm… Well, we weren't ever on the best of terms, as you might know.”

“According to you,” Jaemin pointed out.

“It's the truth.”

“Again: according to you,” the older man reiterated. “He doesn't just dislike someone without a reason. And he doesn't dislike you.”

“But-” Jisung didn't bother arguing. He slumped his shoulders. “Well, he hates me now. After… well, you know. He really hates me now, and I'm not exaggerating!”

“And why do you think that?”

“It's just… You've seen it yourself! The way he looks at me. And when we bumped into each other he said… It doesn't matter what he said right now but I just- He doesn't like me.”

Jaemin hummed. “Alright. I suppose he has been acting a bit weird. Though he hasn't said anything about it to me,” he admitted. “So I'll ask you: why do you think he's acting the way he is?”

Nervous, Jisung picked at the skin around his nails. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. 

“I… I left?”

Confused, Jaemin furrowed his brow. “What? Were you supposed to stay hostage at his place?”

“No I- I mean that I just left ,” Jisung said, watching as Jaemin’s eyes widened after understanding what he meant.

“Oh. I didn't expect that,” Jaemin mused. “Though I wouldn't expect Hyuck to be all cold because of that. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless he likes you.”

Jisung felt his brain short circuit. “What?”

Jaemin shrugged. “You heard me.”

“I think I heard it wrong though.”

Dramatically, Jaemin exhaled. “Listen, Hyuck doesn't really talk about all of that, but if you want my professional opinion, I think he might at least find you interesting. He’s a private person when it comes to all that stuff so I can’t tell you for certain. But you should probably talk to him - not that I really have any control over what you decide to do or not do outside of work. Take it as well meaning advice though.”

Talk to Donghyuck.

Easier said than done.

The next time he bumped into Donghyuck the older man was in a rush, only sparing him a glance before zooming right past him.

Now that Jisung wanted to talk to him, he couldn't find the opportunity.

Until there was a heatwave.

Summer was now in full throttle, torturing everyone with unprecedented heat. It was unbearable, zapping the life of everyone around and only made worse by the fact the air-conditioning broke, rendering most floors inhabitable (unless someone liked working in an oven). Even the computers gave up.

Jisung's floor was particularly bad so, until the malfunction was fixed, the finance team was transferred downstairs along with a few other departments. There were enough desks to accommodate everyone even if it was a bit of a tight squeeze. Instead of their computers they had to deal with laptops that had seen better days, the battery life pathetic. Jisung mourned the loss of his double monitors too.

One of the teams forced to hunker up with them was marketing. Donghyuck’s team.

Exactly what Jisung needed right now.

If Jisung thought that fucking Donghyuck would free him of his infatuation then he was severely mistaken. If anything, it probably made it ten times worse for him. 

Now, as the air-conditioning whirred and fought against the relentless heat, all Jisung could think about was Donghyuck and his rolled up sleeves. Donghyuck and his undone tie and top button, a bead of sweat rolling down honeyed skin. He tilted his head back, groaning from the heat. Burning up. Tempting.

Jisung saw him then as he was on his cock, head thrown back in bliss, twitching and moaning around him. Muscles flexing, chest tight as he spilled all over, bouncing and circling his hips in sheer pleasure, entire body set aflame with lust.

When Donghyuck reached for his water bottle, plush lips wrapping around the opening, all Jisung could picture was the exact same pair of lips around his tip, tongue pressing against the slit, humming as he proceeded to take him whole and beg for Jisung to fuck his throat.

Jisung's mouth was dry, eyes fixated on Donghyuck from across the room. 

He needed him. Desperately. Carnally.

“The printer is out of paper,” Jaemin declared. “Go grab some,” he then proceeded to order Jisung. 

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” Jaemin replied. 

Before Jisung could complain about abuse of authority, Donghyuck materialised beside Jaemin.

“What do you want?” The man asked Jaemin, hands on his hips. 

“Go help Jisung get some printer paper from the storage room,” Jaemin said. 

Offended, Donghyuck glared at Jaemin. “Are you serious? He can go himself!”

“He's all skin and bones though,” Jaemin argued, motioning to Jisung. “So frail and delicate. He'll collapse on the way. Besides, he's never been to the one on this floor. What if he gets lost?”

“He'll find his way back.”

“Oh come on! Be a good senior!”

“That's your job,” Donghyuck argued. “ You are his boss.”

“Technicalities,” Jaemin dismissed. “Now go, you're stinking up the place.”

“Fuck you,” Donghyuck grumbled yet complied nevertheless.

The walk to the supply closet was uncomfortable to say the least. Donghyuck led the way whilst Jisung awkwardly trailed behind him. 

Donghyuck scanned his key card over the door, granting them permission to enter into the small room. They both stepped inside on the lookout for paper.

“Fuck, it's cold in here,” Donghyuck mused, very much satisfied by the change in temperature. “You wouldn't think the AC is down everywhere else.”

Jisung hummed.

Maybe this was the time. They were alone, after all.

As Donghyuck looked around, Jisung bit the bullet and called out “hyung.” This startled Donghyuck, freezing in place. Slowly, he looked to Jisung, expression unclear. 

“What was that?”

Jisung inhaled, fixing his posture. “Hyung, I- I wanted to talk.”

At that, Donghyuck chuckled, turning around to face Jisung, arms folded over his chest. “Oh, so now you're in the mood to speak? You're even calling me hyung? Fascinating.”

“I- I-” 

God, Donghyuck looked so hot like this.

What was he trying to say?

“You what?” Donghyuck asked, taking a step closer. Then another. And now he was in Jisung's space, his body heat making Jisung feel light headed. “What is it you want to tell me so badly?”

An apology.

Jisung was supposed to apologise. 

Unfortunately, his thoughts got jumbled up and instead of saying “I'm sorry,” what came out was “I want you.”

Not his proudest moment.

Baffled, Donghyuck blinked. He clicked his tongue, head tilted to the side. “Alright. Not what I expected. Is that your thing then?”

“That's not- I didn't mean- What I wanted to say was-”

Donghyuck ended his stuttered ramblings with a dismissive wave of the hand. Now he definitely got the wrong idea. All Jisung had to do was apologise, yet apparently that was the hardest thing in the world to do. Only Jisung was capable of fucking up this much. 

“We might as well,” the older man said, yanking on Jisung's tie to pull him down to his eye level. “Fuck now and act like nothing happened after since that's what you like.”

“Hyung,” Jisung whined, feeling like Donghyuck was really reading the situation wrong. 

Or was he? 

Technically that was exactly what happened, but it wasn't what Jisung liked. He didn’t want to pretend nothing happened, but it was easier that way. Easier to pretend that all they had was sex and attraction. Everything else seemed ridiculous.

Too difficult.

Too messy.

“Make it quick,” Donghyuck uttered, hot breath fanning across Jisung's lips. 

And instead of doing the wise thing (aka talking things out), Jisung instead allowed his desires to take the wheel, lunging forward to kiss Donghyuck as if he were a parched man stumbling upon an oasis in the desert. It was pathetic and desperate and Jisung couldn't help himself, so pent up and crazed by the visions of his night with Donghyuck which had tormented him nonstop that all he could do was kiss Donghyuck, gripping onto the man's hips, slamming him back against the supply shelf. 

The older man groaned yet he didn't part from Jisung, looping his arms around his neck, boney fingers tugging on Jisung's hair. He tasted of coffee, going through two iced cups in the amount of time the two teams shared a space. Jisung was addicted to the flavour, kissing him deeper, pushing their bodies closer, unable to get enough of Donghyuck. 

The firm hands on Donghyuck’s hips dropped to his front, undoing the zipper of his slacks, the clothing perfectly tailored to drive Jisung insane. They hugged his hips and thighs just right, not too tight but tight enough to make out the delicious form of his ass. 

Jisung was quick, certain of what he wanted.

He palmed Donghyuck through the fabric of his boxers, drawing out breathy moans and gasps which he proceeded to swallow down and commit to memory. The outline of Donghyuck cock grew firm with want, thighs quivering.

Jisung parted from the kiss, a low moan rumbling at the base of his throat as Donghyuck chased after his lips. As much as he wanted nothing more than to continue, Jisung had other plans. He mouthed along Donghyuck’s jaw and throat, dipping as low as the man's collar would let him before he dropped to his knees in front of Donghyuck, revelling in the way Donghyuck’s body trembled at the sight. 

“Another surprise,” Donghyuck uttered under his breath. 

Jisung didn't bother thinking about what he meant, too preoccupied with the alluring curve of Donghyuck’s restrained cock. He leaned forward, nuzzling his face against the fabric, inhaling the maddening scent of Donghyuck’s sex. His fingers tugged at the elastic band, slowly pulling the boxers down as if he hadn't been rushing before. 

Once freed, Donghyuck’s dick was all for the taking, begging for Jisung to take it in his mouth, worshipping him like he deserved. So he didn't waste any time, licking up from the base and up to the cockhead, the colour just as pretty as his lips. He gave the tip a light suck which caused Donghyuck to bury one hand in Jisung's hair, the other seeking purchase on the shelf behind him. 

“Fuck,” Donghyuck groaned, encouraging Jisung to envelop him more and more in the succulent heat of Jisung's mouth.

He watched through his lashes as Donghyuck, overwhelmed by the pleasure, twitched and strained above him. Jisung sank lower, taking Donghyuck with ease, obsessed with the weight of the older man in his tongue. Appreciative, Jisung hummed around the length, his hands stroking Donghyuck’s clothed thigh and ass. 

Jisung found a pleasant rhythm, taking Donghyuck whole and staying at the base, swallowing and humming before dragging himself up with hollowed cheeks right to the tip, licking the leaking slit. Nice and slow before overwhelming Donghyuck with his eagerness, fast and wet, saliva and precum collecting at the corners of his mouth. 

He was so busy with Donghyuck that he didn't even consider the strain in his own pants until Donghyuck threw his head back in bliss, hips rolling in line with Jisung's newly formed tempo, forgoing the torturous languidity of his mouth. 

Donghyuck was close. Jisung could feel it.

“Touch yourself,” the older man ordered. “We- We have to make it quick.”

Jisung didn't wait, dropping his hands down to his crotch, undoing the buttons and zipper of his trousers, hissing at the strain. He pulled out his heavy cock, the head wet with excitement but still not enough. Pulling off momentarily, Jisung used his own spit, bringing his hand back down to his vock, wrapping the wet palm around himself as he sank back down on Donghyuck’s erection. 

The attention to his own dick caused Jisung to shudder, spreading his precum and spit over the length, jerking himself off to the sounds spilling out of Donghyuck and the way he could taste nothing but him. It was maddening, taking his mind and body hostage with overwhelming desire for Donghyuck.

Right on the edge, the rocking of Donghyuck’s hips became erratic as he sought out his release, using Jisung in the pursuit. Not that Jisung minded in the slightest. In fact, Jisung found it beyond hot, flicking his wrist faster and harder whilst Donghyuck fucked his throat to his liking. 

The only warning he received of Donghyuck’s climax was his muscles contracting, hips snapping and a broken moan, head thrown back so far it looked like he was about to break. 

Donghyuck spilled into Jisung’s mouth, hips bucking wildly after the initial hit of euphoria, riding it out to the very end. Jisung closed his eyes, swallowing all that he could, jerking himself off with increased vigour until he too came undone. 

Jisung did his best to not make a mess but he was too aroused to care, in the end getting some of his release on the floor and Donghyuck’s shoe. Thankfully nothing on his clothes. 

Both men, exhausted and breathing heavily, could only begin to pull themselves together. 

Jisung, thighs aching, collapsed on his ass, sitting on the floor with his limp dick out, hand soiled with his own seed, tongue coated in Donghyuck’s flavour. He tasted so good. Good enough to have every day, every night, every minute and every second. 

This was not meant to happen. Not like this at least. 

“Well,” Donghyuck uttered, ragged and airy. “You need a wipe?”

“I- Yeah.” 

Donghyuck pulled himself back together, rummaging in his back pocket as if he had anything there. But when he came empty handed he just looked around the room, eyes landing on a box of tissues. He reached for it as Jisung remained on the floor, hand itching from the way his cum started to dry over his skin. 

“Best I can offer,” Donghyuck said, presenting Jisung with the box. “I'll take the paper back and you go clean yourself up. You look a mess.”

“Thanks.”

Donghyuck left. 

Perhaps that was a taste of his own medicine. 

Jisung had other things to worry about, wiping the floor and himself clean before rushing to one of the bathrooms to wash up and fix his hair. His reflection revealed the swell of his lips and the flush of his cheeks, hair a bird's nest from the way Donghyuck buried his slender fingers in it. 

He looked fucked out.

Also fucked in the metaphorical sense.

Jisung groaned, bowing his head, hands on either side of the sink. He messed up, thinking with his dick instead of his head. And now what? Now things would be even weirder between him and Donghyuck. The older man now definitely thought Jisung was some sort of fuckboy only wanting to get his dick wet. And Jisung's infatuation hadn't gone away either!

In fact, Jisung was certain it had only gotten worse. And maybe, just maybe, it really was a crush after all. Because there Jisung was, sick to his stomach at the mere prospect of Donghyuck thinking unfavourably of him. Before, when Jisung thought Donghyuck didn't like him, the older man simply looking at him weird, Jisung felt twitchy and nervous, wishing things were different. And now, with Donghyuck very much disliking him, Jisung wanted to throw up. 

It wasn’t meant to be like this.

Jisung wasn't meant to mess up to this extent.

He had to apologise. He had to tell Donghyuck the truth. He needed to get him alone and talk to him. Talk. Not fuck. Just talk. 

And he would.

Just not right now.

Jisung dragged himself back to the office space, Jaemin’s eyes instantly latching onto him. He gulped, horrified by the way Jaemin’s eyes lit up.

“Well then,” Jaemin said once Jisung took his seat. “Had a successful talk?” 

If he didn't laugh he would cry.

“That good? Amazing! I knew you would work it out in the end,” Jaemin continued. “Although, I have to admit that Hyuck looks a bit…” He didn't finish, instead looking over his shoulder to take a peek at his friend. 

He looked annoyed. 

“So maybe not a good talk?”

Josung groaned, head in his hands. “I messed up.”

“Oh. Well, acceptance is the first step,” Jaemin assured, patting Jisung on the back. “There's nothing you can't salvage, right? Just try again when you can. No rush,” the man said, actually resembling a team leader at that moment. “Oh and… There's something on your shirt,” he added.

Jisung glanced down, noticing a spot with a horrifyingly obvious drying cum stain.

“Quite the talk you had,” Jaemin mused, going back to his work.

Jisung wished the ground would have swallowed him whole.

○●○

Jisung was plagued with further visions, tossing and turning in bed as more and more images of Donghyuck flashed behind his closed eyes. He had been tormented with them throughout the entire week, the heat making him even more delirious.

On the subway. Stopping by the store. Washing dishes. 

Donghyuck was torturing him. Perhaps rightfully so; maybe this was exactly what Jisung deserved for how he acted. All because he was too nervous to stay in the morning. Too scared at the possibility of Donghyuck regretting sleeping with him. 

But wasn't that the standard procedure after a hookup? Didn't you just go, not wanting to overstay your welcome? 

How was Jisung supposed to know what Donghyuck wanted from him? He wasn't a mind reader! But maybe he should have just stayed. Maybe he should have dealt with the awkwardness if it meant saving him from his current predicament.

What did Donghyuck even want from him? Why was he even so bothered anyway?

Whatever the reason, Jisung really needed to talk to him. If not now then never.

And so, at the end of the day on Friday, Jisung rushed to the elevator and made his way to the ground floor, standing by the exit, waiting for Donghyuck before the older man could leave for the day. He kept an eye out for him, checking the time constantly. Donghyuck took his time, keeping Jisung waiting for an extra forty-five minutes before he finally showed up.

When he did reach the exit, Donghyuck paused at the sight of Jisung. The younger man perked up when he saw Donghyuck, taking a step closer. 

“Please tell me you weren't waiting for me.”

“I wanted to talk,” Jisung said, causing Donghyuck to snort, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Talk? Like in the supply closet?”

“No! I- I really mean talking,” Jisung assured. “Back then as well, I didn't mean to… you know?”

“Right.”

“So can we- Could you hear me out?” Jisung asked, nervously fiddling his thumbs, feeling small despite his tall stature. “Please?”

Taking pity on him, Donghyuck sighed and nodded. “Fine. We can talk. But only talking; I'm not in the mood for anything else.”

That's all Jisung needed to hear. 

“Come on, let's talk somewhere else,” Donghyuck urged, leading Jisung outside. They stopped two streets down around the corner. The older man folded his arms and looked up at Jisung, expression tired. “You have fifteen minutes before my bus comes. Make it quick.”

Jisung could do it.

He could talk.

He had to.

“Do you hate me?” Jisung asked, getting straight to the point. 

Not ready for that question, Donghyuck blinked rapidly, leaning back ever so slightly in shock. “Pardon?”

“Do you hate me?” Jisung repeated. “Like… Ever since I started working here you've always looked at me weird,” he explained with a nervous tremble in his voice. “And whenever we did talk or interact it always felt odd, like you didn't like me.”

“I- huh?” Donghyuck struggled to comprehend what Jisung was saying, brow riddled with confusion. “That's not true. What do you mean I look at you weird? I've never- I don't hate you!”

“It's what it feels like though,” Jisung argued. “And it made me nervous, but I- I also really liked you? I could never pry my eyes off you but I was too scared to say anything so I- I only got over it recently but not really. I just had a few drinks and terrible advice and… and yeah. And when we did sleep together I was so sure you'd regret it that I- I just- I didn't think you'd care if I just left.”

“You thought I'd regret it?”

“Yes!”

“Because you think I don't like you?”

“Yeah…”

Donghyuck sighed. “I literally asked you over.”

“I know but- We had a few drinks and I thought you were just… you know?”

“Looking for a hookup?”

“And you weren't?” Jisung asked, now even more confused as to what exactly Donghyuck wanted from him. “We've barely talked and you- you look at me weird-”

“Maybe I need glasses!” Donghyuck interrupted. “Okay? Looking at a screen all day might have messed up my eyesight. But I don't look at you weird! I mean- maybe it comes across that way but I just-” He stopped, shaking his head and groaning. “I know how you look at me,” he admitted. “How you act around me. And it's cute. Really fucking cute, actually. So when you finally mustered up the courage to talk to me - and I mean actually talk to me, because we actually had a conversation before leaving if you can remember that - I was… well I was actually quite happy.”

“Oh.”

Not what Jisung was expecting to hear in the slightest.

“And maybe some of your awkward loser charms worked on me,” Donghyuck continued. “So I asked you over. I don't regret that. But I thought that you would… stay? Have a coffee? Talk?” He sounded hurt despite his best attempt to hide the fact, causing Jisung's stomach to churn with remorse. “I mean, I guess I don't blame you, but I also thought you were different.”

“I am!” Jisung assured. “I didn't- I just didn't want things to get more uncomfortable so I… But I- I really thought you- And I- I'm stupid.”

Donghyuck chuckled. “A bit,” he agreed. “I'm guessing this is what you wanted to talk about before?”

Jisung nodded.

“In that case I'm sorry for jumping you,” the older man apologised. “I was petty to leave you like that as well.”

“Probably deserved.”

“Probably not,” Donghyuck argued. “But what now? Do you like me, or did you just want to get laid?”

Red in the face, Jisung looked at Donghyuck, eyes wide. “I- I like you,” he admitted, rushed and embarrassed. 

Amused, the older man looked up at Jisung, head tilted to the side. “Well you jumped a few hoops there, didn't you? Most people start with a date over coffee or something like that.”

“I- It was actually Chenle’s idea-”

Donghyuck raises a hand up, interrupting Jisung. “Let me stop you right there. You took advice from Chenle?”

“He's not that hopeless,” Jisung argued, trying to defend some of his friend's honour and reputation. First Jaemin and now Donghyuck. Surely he wasn't this notoriously bad at love advice? “It's not like I ever thought you'd be interested in me.”

“Well clearly I am.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I am,” Donghyuck confirmed. “For what it's worth, I wouldn't mind getting to know you a bit better. How about over some coffee? In the morning.”

“I-” Jisung was pretty sure he was malfunctioning. Donghyuck actually wanted him? He didn't hate him? He really wanted to know him? Was Jisung dreaming? “I- Yes. Yes, I'd love that. In the morning though? How early are we talking?” 

“When do you wake up?” Donghyuck asked, a sly smirk creeping up his face as Jisung finally understood what he was asking.

“Oh. I thought you weren't in the mood?”

“Things change. The night is still young,” Donghyuck explained. “So? Are you down?”

Jisung nodded, overly eager. 

“Good. No more running off then.”

Jisung could do that.

The pair waited around at the bus stop mainly in a comfortable silence now that the misunderstanding between them had been resolved. Jisung decided that maybe he should try and be less awkward too, attempting some small talk. Thankfully, Donghyuck didn't find it annoying, instead complaining about having to stay behind so late again. Jisung listened, chiming in here and there, finding that talking to Donghyuck wasn't as difficult as he made it out to be.

And soon enough, the bus was approaching. It was caught at a red light, causing Donghyuck to groan and tap his feet. 

“As if we haven't waited long enough.”

Jisung chuckled, nodding in agreement.

Before he could say anything, however, a notification sound rang from Donghyuck’s pocket. A rather peculiar sound.

“Do you have Grindr?”

“Huh? Oh, the notification? No, I deleted it ages ago; too many weirdos,” he explained. “But Jaemin thinks it's funny to change my notification sound whenever he gets his hands on my phone - which is honestly too often. I just keep it as it is now.”

Is this what Chenle heard to convince him Donghyuck was down to fuck? Technically he wasn't wrong, but he wasn't entirely right either.

“There it is,” Donghyuck said once the bus finally moves at the green light. “Last chance to walk away.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“That's what I like to hear.”

In the end, Jisung not only got laid, but also actually did something about his crush. A true win-win situation. 

But he wasn't going to take further love advice from Chenle - at least not for the foreseeable future. That was a one time thing.