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Leo wasn’t in the mood to attend a party.
In fact, he was never in the mood for that, or for any of those organized by his frat brothers.
At first, when he always bailed or had an excuse to not go, they always pressed him for it, teased him for being too busy that he had no time for them anymore. He knew they understood him either way, and it had never really been anything serious other than just a “oh that’s a shame, hopefully you’ll be available next time, bro!” and he was always thankful for that. He really was.
But then lately he found out that Sangwon was planning this time’s party, and if anything, that boy really never let Leo off the hook for anything.
“You know he will cry if you don’t go, right?” Junmin bit a portion of his biscuit, and Leo agreed with the sound of the crunch—Sangwon would definitely throw a tantrum if Leo refused to attend.
Leejeong let out a chirping sound from beside Junmin, peeking his head to give Leo a smirk. “You know, we’ve been cool for the past years that you didn’t join us, but now that it’s your actual brother hosting the biggest party for this sem, I think you have to man up now, Leo-hyung.”
Leo sighed.
He knew that.
//
Sangwon was always proud about things that he did, but he was always going to need praise and validation first before he actually valued it. He needed Leo’s support the most too. That dumb little guy. But either way, Leo adored his younger brother.
Even though that didn’t really make it any better for Leo.
It wasn’t that he just didn’t like parties. It was more about the deeper stuff. Well, mainly because frat parties always meant that the frat house would smell like cheap beer, Axe body spray, and regret all over, but it wasn’t really just that.
Leo really didn’t like seeing too many people in one place, all closed up and pressing in on whatever’s left of what he wanted for himself alone.
Yeah, fuck him, he was such a loser of an introvert. But if he could party without being tossed here and there by strangers and loud drunk horny idiots everywhere, maybe he’d actually enjoy it.
Well if he threw a party, it would definitely be like that—all peaceful and vibey and just straight out of a premium people kind of concept book. He would really like it if Sangwon was the same as him.
But, oh.
Lee Sangwon wasn’t a mellow musician.
As slow, romantic, and sentimental as he was, Leo’s dongsaeng was a wild and experienced club DJ and it was just in his veins to have actual parties.
So Leo already knew that this sem’s big party would go exactly like how he imagined it to be as something planned by Lee Sangwon himself.
Anyway, Leo was already expecting what was to be, so he really tried to get out of it safely. Tried.
He’d already told Sangwon three separate times that he had a mix due at midnight, that his headphones were calling his name, that he’d rather die than stand in a crowd of sweaty undergrads screaming the lyrics to a song that was already old when they were in high school.
But Sangwon, gosh—his stupid, whiney, rabbit-of-a-little-brother—had pulled out the big guns.
“You promised you’d come to at least one this semester,” Sangwon whined over FaceTime, lower lip jutting out in that way that used to work when he was six and wanted the last chicken nugget. “Anxin’s gonna be there. You like my Anxinie. Everyone likes Anxin. Come on, hyung. Just this once. You want to support me, right? Don’t you love me.”
Leo had groaned, rubbed his temples, and caved like always.
Lee Sangwon and his annoying ass.
//
So here Leo was.
Standing awkwardly near the kitchen island, nursing a warm Sprite because he refused to drink whatever jungle juice was sloshing around in that cooler, watching Sangwon drape himself all over Anxin like a koala. Anxin—tiny, bratty, engineering prodigy with big cat eyes and an even bigger attitude—was giggling and shoving at Sangwon’s chest half-heartedly while simultaneously trying to steal sips from his boyfriend’s Solo cup.
Leo liked Anxin. A lot, actually.
The kid was sharp, funny, and didn’t take shit from anyone—including Sangwon, who desperately needed someone to keep him in check. They’d spent the first twenty minutes of the party trading sarcastic commentary about the playlist (too much Morgan Wallen, not enough actual taste), and Leo had genuinely laughed—loud, surprised laughs that made Anxin beam like he’d won a prize.
But then Sangwon got pouty.
“Baby,” he’d whined, hooking his chin over Anxin’s shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist from behind. “You’re supposed to be paying attention to me.”
Anxin rolled his eyes so hard Leo thought they might get stuck. “I was literally talking to your brother, you overgrown toddler.”
Sangwon only squeezed tighter. “Yeah, but I’m cuter.”
Leo snorted. “Debatable.”
Anxin cackled, then patted Sangwon’s cheek like he was placating a toddler. “Okay, okay, come on. Let’s go dance before you start crying.”
Sangwon lit up like a Christmas tree and dragged Anxin toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room, leaving Leo alone in the corner by the fridge.
Perfect.
He could slip out in ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Just long enough that Sangwon wouldn’t notice.
Except then Kangmin appeared—five-foot-something of pure chaos and too much tequila—slinging an arm around Leo’s shoulders and yelling something about beer pong.
Geonwoo was right behind him, already holding two red cups like offerings.
Leo tried to duck out.
They blocked him.
He sighed, resigned, and let them herd him toward the hallway instead, figuring he could hide in the bathroom for a while until they got distracted.
Big mistake.
The second he pushed the bathroom door open, he froze.
There was already someone inside.
A boy.
No—god, not just a boy.
A fucking vision.
Tight black shirt hugging every line of his torso, cropped just enough to show a sliver of pale, tiny waist. Sinfully short denim cutoffs riding high on long legs. Hair dark and slightly mussed, falling into sharp, feline eyes that flicked up to meet Leo’s like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
Which—he had.
The guy’s thumbs were hooked in the waistband of his shorts, tugging them up in a hurry like he’d just yanked them down for… reasons. And peeking out from the top, barely contained, was the unmistakable black edge of lace panties.
Leo’s brain flatlined.
The boy’s lips parted. Then curved. Slow. Dangerous.
“You gonna stand there gawking or close the door?” he asked, voice low, a little raspy, edged with amusement.
Leo’s hand moved before his mind caught up. The door clicked shut behind him. The muffled thump of the party dulled instantly.
The boy tilted his head, studying Leo like he was deciding whether he was worth the trouble.
“You’re Sangwon’s brother, right?” he said. “The quiet one who makes music and never comes to these things.”
Leo blinked. “How do you—”
“People talk.” He shrugged one shoulder, casual, like it was nothing. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that Leo could smell the intoxicating scent of roses and something way darker, some sort of warmth. “I’m Jiahao.”
Leo swallowed. “Leo.”
Jiahao’s eyes dragged down his body, shameless. “I know.”
Another step. Leo’s back hit the door.
Voices passed outside—loud, drunk, laughing. Someone banged on the door.
“Occupied!” Jiahao called, sharp and unbothered, never breaking eye contact with Leo.
The footsteps retreated.
Jiahao’s hand landed on Leo’s chest, fingers splaying over his heartbeat.
“You’ve been wound up all night haven’t you,” he murmured. “Don’t lie.”
Leo opened his mouth. Closed it. His dick was already half-hard just from the proximity, from the way Jiahao’s shorts were still riding up, lace visible like a taunt.
“I—”
Jiahao didn’t wait for the rest.
He pushed up onto his toes and kissed Leo like he was claiming something.
It was filthy from the first second—open-mouthed, tongue sliding in without asking, teeth catching Leo’s bottom lip hard enough to sting. Leo groaned into it, hands flying to Jiahao’s waist, fingers digging into warm skin under the hem of that tight shirt.
Jiahao broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, “Yeah… okay. You know what? Let’s just do this.”
Leo’s brain was soup. “What?”
Jiahao’s hand was already between them, palming Leo through his jeans. “I know you wanna fuck me. I can feel it.” He squeezed. “So either do it or get out.”
Leo’s hips jerked forward on instinct.
Jiahao laughed, sounding prettily pleased, and turned around, bracing both hands on the sink. He arched his back, pushed his ass out, shorts riding up so high the lace was fully visible now, stretched tight over the plump curve of him.
No bulge.
Just soft, slick heat pressing against black fabric.
Leo stopped breathing.
Jiahao glanced over his shoulder, eyes dark and glittering. “Well?”
Leo moved.
He stepped up behind him, hands shaking as he shoved Jiahao’s shorts and panties down just enough. The lace caught on his thighs—obscene, stretched, soaked through. Leo groaned at the sight of him: pretty pink folds glistening, clit swollen, already dripping.
“Fuck,” he breathed, fumbling with his own zipper.
Jiahao pushed back impatiently. “Hurry up.”
Leo didn’t need to be told twice.
He lined up, rubbed the head of his cock through the slick once, twice—then pushed in slow.
Jiahao’s mouth fell open on a silent gasp. His nails scraped the porcelain sink.
“Shit… that’s so big—”
Leo’s forehead dropped to Jiahao’s shoulder. He was so tight, so wet, so hot. He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then.
“Move,” Jiahao hissed.
Leo did.
He fucked him hard and fast against the sink—from shallow to moving way deeper, hips snapping forward until the sound of skin on skin was louder than the music outside. Jiahao’s moans were sharp, bitten-off, trying to stay quiet but failing every time Leo hit that spot that made his thighs shake.
One of Leo’s hands slid around to the front, fingers finding Jiahao’s clit and rubbing messy circles.
Jiahao jolted. “There—oh, fuck—don’t you stop—”
Leo didn’t, couldn’t stop.
He fucked him through it—through the way Jiahao’s back arched, through the way his cunt clenched down so hard Leo saw stars, through the choked, broken cry Jiahao muffled against his own arm as he came, gushing around Leo’s cock.
Leo followed two thrusts later, burying himself deep and spilling inside with a low, wrecked groan.
They stayed like that for a long second.
Jiahao was panting, sweaty, his long legs trembling.
Then Jiahao huffed a laugh, voice hoarse. “Not bad, music boy.”
Leo pulled out slowly, watching the way his come dripped down Jiahao’s thigh, mixing with his own slick.
Jiahao straightened, tugged his panties and shorts back up like nothing happened, then turned and kissed Leo again, almost too sweetly this time.
“You’re,” Leo managed brokenly before he could stop himself, voice wrecked in that little whisper. “You’re incredible.”
Jiahao raised one perfect brow. Smirked.
“I take it you’re new at this?”
Leo felt his insides grow hot. That wasn’t really it, he wasn’t new to sex, but he was just… Well, it had been a while, yeah.
“I like it,” Jiahao said in a hot breath and gave him a smile that was warm but also mixed with something else. He raised a hand to cup Leo’s jaw. “I’ll see you around, Leo.”
He pulled away before Leo could even say anything, and naturally slipped past Leo, opened the door, and disappeared into the hallway like he hadn’t just gotten railed in a frat bathroom.
Leo leaned back against the sink, heart hammering, lips tingling, already knowing he was completely, irreversibly fucked.
In every sense of the word.
Fuck.