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Jiung is knee-deep in the writing of a song, wrangling the words through the pathway of brain to fingers, locking them hostage on the paper, when he gets rudely interrupted by Intak crashing into the practice room. The door bangs against the wall and Jiung smears the pen across the paragraph he’d just written seconds ago.
For someone so in control of their own body as Intak is, he’s never been very graceful in his day-to-day life. Jiung raises his head, ready to scold the younger boy for interrupting his sacred Alone Time, but the look of genuine distress on Intak’s face stops the annoyance from coming out. Instead, he frowns and gets up from the spot he had so nicely carved for himself on the rigid linoleum floor.
“What’s up?” he asks, mind already cataloguing through a hundred different catastrophic scenarios that could’ve happened during the two hours since he isolated himself with his phone on airplane mode, going from Shota breaking his leg while trying to film a TikTok challenge to one of Keeho’s nudes leaking on Twitter. Before he can even reach Intak, Jiung’s brain has already mapped a draft for an apology post they’ll most definitely have to write by the end of the day.
Noticing that he is wearing his Jiung Serious Frown, with Downturned Mouth and Screwed Up Eyebrows and everything, Intak quickly shakes his arms in a placating gesture.
“No, no, no, everything is fine! I swear, nothing’s wrong, it’s all good. Nothing happened.”
Jiung’s shoulders drop and he takes a deep breath through his nose, tension leaving his body as quickly as it came, limbs feeling all floppy in the aftermath of his panic. Then, he frowns again, crossing his arms over his chest.
“If nothing’s wrong, then what the hell are you doing here?”
It’s not that Jiung is actually mad at seeing Intak. It’s just that his Alone Time is an extremely important step in order to maintain his overall sanity and mental well-being, and he knows that the members respect that about him. One time, when Taeyang was out with his family, Jongseob got locked out of their dorm for 4 hours because their faulty keypad wasn’t working from the outside and he didn’t want to have to pull Jiung out of his zone, claiming that “if you interrupt hyung before he’s ready to come out, he gets a stick shoved so far up his ass it comes out through his nose the whole day.”
Jiung doesn’t care much for the colorful language, but he’s self-aware enough to admit that the sentiment is somehow correct.
Now that he has Jiung’s full attention, Intak seems to wilt, hands locking behind himself and eyes focusing on the floor. It only serves to aggravate Jiung more, but he stays quiet, waiting for Intak to finally spit it out.
“I need a favor,” Intak mumbles, now leaning from foot to foot like he wants to go to the bathroom. “Like, a big one.”
“Okay, what is it?”
Instead of answering, Intak grimaces and runs a hand through his dark hair in a somewhat violent manner. From the mussed look of it, it’s not the first time he’s done that today.
Jiung tries to be patient. If Intak came to Jiung out of all people for help, it must mean something important to him. And what’s important to one of his members, it automatically becomes important to Jiung too. He doesn’t understand why Intak is suddenly acting cagey, but he knows a thing or two about being reluctant to share problems with others; again, Jiung is nothing if not self-aware.
“Intak-ah,” he says, voice purposefully lower, softer. “I can’t help if you don’t let me know what’s going on.”
“I know, it’s just…” Intak groans, dropping to a crouch, face hidden between his hands. Jiung notices they’re trembling. God, he is so expressive. A cartoon character of a person. “It’s embarrassing.”
Jiung rolls his eyes.
“Intak, I’ve seen you do so much embarrassing shit through the years. Like, so much cringe shit. Actually, I can even list some of it right now if it’d help…”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Intak complains, rising to his feet again. He jumps on his feet, like he’s a boxer getting ready for a round, and Jiung has a half-mind to tell him to stop moving around so much. His nerves jitter with every move of Intak’s body, finely attuned to the other boy after so many years spent together.
Intak seems to come to a conclusion inside his own head, chest puffing out in resolve. All of this drama needs to be for some damn good reason, Jiung thinks tiredly. Maybe Intak has an itch somewhere and wants Jiung to go buy him some cream or something like that.
Before Jiung can offer, Intak blurts out.
“Hyung, I need you to give me a handjob.”
Both of them freeze, Intak because he must’ve realized what he just said and Jiung because he is pretty sure he just had a stroke and is hallucinating.
“What?” he replies, choked up, his voice left behind somewhere around the bottom of his throat.
“Listen, I can explain…”
“What?”
“Before you get shocked!” Intak yells over Jiung, his hands moving wildly in the space between them. “Just hear me out, ok? Just let me explain. I promise you I have a totally normal and justified reason to be asking you this.”
To be honest, even Jiung, who spends most of his days coming up with different daydreams to pass the time, can’t possibly conjure a scenario in his head where one of his group members just asks him to give him a handjob, but he still silently nods. Maybe it’s a prank or a dare that Intak lost with the others. If it is, it’s not very funny. Jiung might actually get angry with them because of it.
He arches an eyebrow at Intak, waiting for this explanation, but the other boy just groans and somehow runs an even harsher hand through his hair. His fingers tangle with dark strands, ripping them from their home on his scalp.
“You know what? The truth is that I just can’t do it myself anymore, hyung. Like, I’m being one hundred percent serious here. I’m so sick of my own hand I think I’d rather chop my dick off than to beat one off again. I woke up hard today and you know what I did? Nothing, hyung. I did nothing, because I just couldn’t bring myself to wrap my hand around my own wood for the millionth time.”
Jiung shivers, nose wrinkling.
“I swear, hyung, these days I can’t even come. Literally, I can come but I’m still hard after, and it’s beginning to be painful, like my dick gets all red and swollen…”
“Oh my god,” Jiung slaps two hands over his ears, vibrant scarlet taking over his whole face. “Please stop. Why are you even asking me to do it?”
Jiung isn’t a prude. He talks about sex and jacks off like every other boy. He listens to Keeho oversharing about his own sex life from before they debuted. He even watches porn sometimes, when he’s pent up and needs a quick dopamine release in his bloodstream, though he always feels guilty afterwards (Jiung actually never watches straight porn, but still. It’s the principle of the matter). However, when the conversation is about Jiung having sex with other people, touching other people, being intimate with other people… that’s when he shuts it down. Intak knows this. Everyone knows this.
“Who else could I ask? Keeho hyung wouldn’t touch my dick in a million, billion years,”
“And you think that I would?”
“Jongseob would just laugh at me and I’m not even sure if Shota is into that at all to be honest...”
“You could’ve asked Taeyang!” Jiung exclaims, sweat pooling around his hairline. A salty drop runs down his temple.
A beat of silence falls over the boys as Intak considers the idea.
“...yeah, okay, I could’ve asked Taeyang hyung…”
“Oh my god,”
“But I didn’t!” Intak’s got that look on his face, the one where his dark eyes get huge, his pouty lips push forward and genuine earnestness pours out of him like a flood, breaking every single protective dam that Jiung painstakingly works to maintain around himself every day of his life. “I didn’t ask any of the others. To be honest, I didn’t even consider any of the others. I’m asking you, hyung,” and then, apparently on a personal mission to make Jiung hurt, he says “Because I trust you. You’re actually the only one I trust with this. And I want your help.”
Jiung pinches the skin between his eyebrows, eyes closed, and harshly exhales through his nose.
“Just shut up for a second, ok? Let me think.”
Intak obeys, but Jiung can still feel his intense thoughts on his skin, crashing against his body in waves. He crosses the room, turning to brace himself against the wall. The cool plaster helps with the swirl of emotions inside him, burning bright with embarrassment.
If he goes about this rationally, Intak coming to him is probably the best outcome for this situation. There’s no way in hell Intak would’ve risked the group’s reputation by trying to hook up with someone outside of the industry, and he isn’t close to any other idol to ask them for something like that. Someone from his own group is easy, safe, practical. And Jiung values nothing more in the world than being safe and practical. Yeah, Jiung tries to reason with himself. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’ll be fine, as long as they don’t make it weird.
If Jiung were completely honest with himself, he wouldn’t need that much convincing. The suffocating hurricane of tiny wings flapping around his chest, heavy and insistent, is proof enough. He blankets these dangerous feelings, threatening to pierce through the fragile walls of his heart with their sharp, thorny ends with a safety net made out of the conviction that this is about Intak. Jiung ignores his own role in this situation, cracking his knuckles as he convinces himself that he’s just a means to an end. Intak is the one that needs this, not the other way around, so there’s no reason for him to act like a skittish virgin loser who has never seen a penis before. Jiung has seen lots of penises, thank you very much, Intak’s included so it shouldn’t be a big deal. It isn’t a big deal.
As long as Jiung doesn’t make it weird, it’s gonna be fine.
Shaking his shoulders in a vain attempt to gather the little courage left inside of him, Jiung turns around and goes up to Intak, who decided to anxiously dance to some old choreography while waiting for Jiung to work out an epiphany in the corner.
Jiung’s spine relaxes from its bow-tight arch. It’s just Intak. Jiung has known him for most of his life, they grew up together. In that moment, while watching the other boy frown as he does the world’s most pathetic body roll, Jiung realizes that Intak could ask him for a seashell and he would spend the entire day combing through sand to find the prettiest one.
Thoughts like these bring the tightness back to his chest, so he pushes it away. Don’t make it weird, he harshly tells himself as Intak stops his dance and stares at him with those big puppy dog eyes of his, an unfamiliar type of vulnerability hiding behind the dark color of his irises. Intak is never unsure, never hesitant, never afraid, but the way he bounces on his heels and wrings his fingers together contradicts with the confident person Jiung knows he is. And Jiung discovers that he hates it. He absolutely loathes this weirdly fragile, scared guy that took over his friend. And what he hates more than anything is the fact that he’s the cause of Intak’s insecurity. He is the one whose answer Intak was so afraid of.
Desperate to get his Intak back, Jiung blurts out:
“Ok, let’s do it,”
For some reason, Intak winces.
“I know it’s weird, hyung, and I honestly get if you don’t wanna do it, I don’t even know why I asked, I think the celibacy is getting to my brain, we can pretend this nev-,” a pause. A blink of eyes. “Wait, you’re saying yes? Really? Yes for real?”
Jiung blushes. He wasn’t expecting Intak to talk back.
“You want me to change my mind?”
“No! No, no,” Intak’s face breaks out in a relieved smile, his dark eyes curving prettily over his raised cheekbones. “Thank you, hyung. Thank you so much, really, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you,”
“Don’t mention it,” he mumbles back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “So… what now?”
“I’m not sure…” Intak says with a coy shrug. He’s still smiling. “I honestly didn’t think you’d say yes, so…”
“You’re so difficult,” Jiung complains, fidgeting, his fingers a physical manifestation of his unease. God, he just agreed to help Intak get off. He catches the security camera attached to the practice room’s corner and starts thinking. If he just focuses on the logistics, approaching the situation as clinically as possible, maybe he can go through it without his heart giving out. “We can’t do it here, obviously,” he nods to the CCTV.
“Dorms?”
“No, someone could walk in,” Jiung replies, which is a fair point, but he’s more bothered about the image of Intak in his room, on his bed, hard and sweaty and panting, his hair stuck to his forehead, fingers clenching around Jiung’s comforter, surrounded by his smell, his things, head thrown back on his pillow as he moans and tenses… Jiung violently shakes his head. “No dorms,”
“Ok, I know where. Come on,” Intak announces, grabbing Jiung’s arm before the other boy can protest and purposefully marching down the company’s hallways. He’s so clearly excited, with a pep in his step and everything, that Jiung doesn’t even mind the way he’s getting dragged around. He can almost see Intak’s invisible tail wagging behind him in glee.
A few minutes later, they’re locked in a small broom closet that Jiung is convinced the other boy conjured up out of sheer desperation.
“I’m not even gonna ask how you know this place exists,” He says, side-eyeing a suspiciously mold-like stain on the wall.
“You find a good hook-up spot next time, how about that?”
“There's not gonna be a next time, Intak. I'm helping you out today and that's it.”
Intak rolls his eyes in response, but doesn’t say anything. A few awkward seconds pass between them until Intak huffs.
“So, are you gonna do anything or are we just gonna stay here staring at each other like two dumbas- fuck,”
Intak bends over as Jiung firmly presses his palm against his crotch, his hand large enough to cover the entirety of Intak’s half-hard cock. Almost instantly, Jiung is too overwhelmed to do anything but rip his hand away as if burnt, his head filled with thoughts of too much too much too much. Intak lets out a pitiful moan, looking up at him through his thick lashes.
“Dude, what the fuck,” Despite not doing anything except getting his dick copped, Intak is already a little flushed, a little breathless. Jiung’s head dizzies from it, his rational thoughts quickly going down the drain as he watches how Intak’s chest exhales with his heavy breathing.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jiung shakes his head to break out his reverie.
“It’s ok,” Intak says softly, reaching out so he can lightly skim his fingers across Jiung’s forearm. His skin prickles with the touch. “Hyung, you know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right?”
“I want to, though,” Jiung breathes out, allowing himself the privilege of the smallest truth. He turns his arm so he can lace his fingers through Intak’s. With his other hand, he dips two fingers under Intak’s sweatpants, gently pulling so he can beckon the other boy closer. Intak goes so easily, dropping his gaze so he can watch as Jiung palms over his cock once again, slower this time, more thoughtful about it, curving his hand in a holding motion. While Intak watches Jiung’s nimble fingers work, Jiung keeps his eyes trained on his face, noticing the twitch of his brows, the part of his lips. It seems like all of Intak shines more defined. Have his lashes always been this dark? His mouth this rosy?
He’s so warm to the touch, hot and promising under his palm. Jiung cups his cock, using the fabric of Intak’s pants to create friction between them. He slowly drags his hand in an up and down motion, fascinated by the delicious flush creeping higher and higher on Intak’s neck.
“Hyung,” Intak pants, leaning against the wall for support. Jiung lightly squeezes his cockhead and is rewarded with a full-body shudder. “Hyung, please,”
“Please what?” It’s mean to make him ask for it again, but he can’t help it. He’s barely done anything and still Intak is putty in his hands, so docile and willing. He’s already sweaty too, a glossy film of moisture covering his face. Jiung wants to lick his neck, drag his tongue across the long plane of tanned, unmarred skin, and more than anything he wants to bite down on it, half-wondering if Intak would taste just as sweet as he looks. He clenches his jaw to keep himself in place.
“Please touch me,” Intak asks, his eyes round and glazed over, unfocused. “Please, touch me for real. Please, hyung.”
Jiung’s mouth is dry. God, he sees the danger now. To have Intak like this, so easy, so wanting, it’s going straight into his veins, his blood, his heartbeat. It’s like all his thoughts come to a pause, unimportant and uninteresting, his world narrowing to just this moment, the two of them with their bodies close, breaths mingling as Jiung fumbles to get Intak’s sweats down his legs, not all the way, just enough so he can finally shove his hand inside his boxers and touch.
Intak lets out a low groan as Jiung wraps his fingers around his hot length. There’s not much room to move around like this so Jiung, encouraged by the way Intak tips his head to the side, quickly pulls his cock out of his underwear. He already knew that the other boy is tanned throughout his whole body, but it’s a different view when his dick is rock-hard under his hand, warm and velvety, the cockhead flushed a deep, glistening red. The contrast of Jiung’s pale digits against Intak’s natural tan brings a tremble down his spine, Jiung having to take a deep breath before doing anything else. It’s the first time he notices just how turned on he is, his own dick standing stiff against his pants, but Jiung forces himself to ignore it. It’s not about him.
Because he’s Jiung, he starts with a careful pace, just dragging his hand up and down Intak’s shaft. Intak is so wet, precum pearls dripping down his cock, that the glide of his palm is easy, fingers sticking themselves to the warmth of him. Jiung tightens his grip around the head and listens, enamoured, to the moans and gasps that tumble out of Intak’s mouth. He’s so responsive, shivering under Jiung’s watchful gaze, not afraid to show how much pleasure he’s in. Jiung should probably tell him to be quieter, Intak’s moans growing louder with each stroke, but he can’t be bothered to. It’d be a crime to shut him up.
Jiung harshly exhales when Intak tips forward, resting his head on Jiung’s shoulder. His damp breathing hits Jiung’s neck like a knife, making all the hairs on his body stand in attention. Intak presses further in, nose pressing in the curve of his jaw, bitten lips open against the delicate skin. It feels hot and claustrophobic and Jiung wants to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. He settles for quickening his pace, the angle a bit narrow now that Intak has crowded him. He looks down and catches Intak fucking into the tight circle of fingers, slipping his cock in and out, in sync with Jiung’s movements.
He pauses his hand, fascinated with the way Intak’s cock pushes against his fingers, shiny with wetness. He’s taken by the absurd crave to put it in his mouth, lips parting around the ghost of an idea, something he’d never considered before but now seems like a need just as important as water or oxygen. Jiung wants to suck Intak’s cock so badly he has no choice but to bite down on his own tongue, tightening his grip and twisting his wrist to distract Intak in case the other boy reads his dirty mind.
“Hyung,” Intak drops forward to pant into his shoulder. He kisses Jiung’s exposed neck one, two, three times, sloppy and uncoordinated. “Hyung, can I… fuck, can I touch you? Please hyung, please.”
Jiung drops his head against Intak’s, his cock so hard he’s pretty sure there’s no blood left for anywhere else, including his brain.
“Please, Jiung hyung,” Intak slurs, dampening Jiung’s neck with his spit. “Let me touch you, need to touch you, please.”
Jiung is nodding before he can even realize what’s happening.
“Yeah, ok,” He agrees, like he isn’t burning from the inside out.
Intak doesn’t hesitate for one second. With a confidence Jiung fights every day to not get too attracted to, he shoves his hand down Jiung’s pants, curling his fingers around his length.
It takes everything Jiung has to not buckle his knees and fall into a crumble on the floor. Intak pets his neglected cock with purpose, swiping his thumb over his leaking slit, dragging the moisture down his length just to come back and collect it all over again, a looping action that drives a gasp out of Jiung.
“Hyung, you feel so good, please don’t stop,” Intak whines, face still tucked against his neck, and Jiung realizes he’s halted in his movements. It’s hard to keep going, cramped between Intak and the wall, lovely shocks of pleasure dancing along his spine with every twist of Intak’s fingers, but Jiung is determined to keep his sounds coming out. Intak is just so responsive, shivering in his grasp, his wet lips pressing on his scorching skin. Jiung squeezes his cock and Intak moans, open-mouthed, his breath fanning across his pulsepoint, and the company’s CEO himself could march in their little forgotten closet and Jiung wouldn’t give a shit about it.
“Hyung, I’m close,” Intak mumbles, rocking against Jiung more forcefully. Jiung dutifully speeds up his movements, the obscene sound of wet skin and panting filling their little bubble. With his free hand, he grabs Intak’s nape and pulls him away from his shoulder so he can watch his blissed out expression, the pretty curve of his lips and the gloss covering his eyes. Intak’s sweat-slicked hair feels silky under his palm, and Jiung doesn’t miss the way his dick throbs in his hand when he lightly pulls on the short strands. “Jiung hyung, please, please.”
“It’s ok, I’m here,” Jiung soothes. Intak stopped moving his own hand, now just holding Jiung’s leaking cock, but he doesn’t care. All his senses focus on the boy wonderfully falling apart in front of him. “I’m here sweetheart, I got you. You can let go now.”
It only takes a few more swipes over his cock for Intak to drop his head back, exposing the long line of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing around a high-pitched moan, pleasure evident as he comes hot and messy all over Jiung’s hand. Intak brings his other hand to Jiung’s nape, gripping in a desperate attempt to hold himself together, and Jiung watches his strong, vivified body tremble, wondering how the walls around them don’t shake with him.
“Fuck,” Intak gasps after a few moments, letting his head drop forward to meet Jiung’s gaze with dark, intense eyes, his hunger clearly not yet satisfied.
They stand there staring at each other, Jiung with his hand covered in his friend’s cum and jaw hurting from how tight it’s locked, Intak glowing golden in front of him. Jiung opens his mouth even though he has nothing to say, just to break whatever suffocating, titillating trance they’re trapped in, but Intak’s movement stops him before he can embarrass himself trying to make words happen. Eyes never leaving Jiung’s, Intak gives him a flirty, filthy smile as he grabs Jiung’s wrist, the one attached to the soiled hand, and, with a finger pulling Jiung’s underwear forward, firmly shoves it inside his pants.
Jiung’s first instinct to the sticky sensation directly on his cock is to gag and try to get away from it, but Intak’s solid hold doesn’t let him.
“C’mon hyung,” He purrs, moving in close to run his nose across Jiung’s neck. “Let me make you feel good. Please?”
Since Jiung’s tongue is currently stuck to the roof of his mouth, he can only give a feeble nod, mentally cursing himself for being such an awkward frigid bitch. Intak, however, meets his pathetic confirmation with enthusiasm, placing his palm against Jiung’s cock. He slowly starts rubbing up and down and Jiung’s brain finally kicks into gear. He easily matches Intak’s pace, both of them working on his cock together, until Intak takes his hand away and just watches, tongue between his teeth, Jiung using his cum to jerk himself off. Jiung chokes down on a moan, the tacky glide of his hand bringing such delicious relief he feels his thighs tremble with the effort of holding himself upright, shame and pleasure combining in his bloodstream. He matches Intak’s gaze while he fastens his hand, the wet sound his fingers make when furiously running over his cock barely breaching his own heartbeat thudding in his ears. He wants Intak to come forward and grab him, replace his hand with his own, wants him to work his cock until Jiung is crying out for more, even though he knows that if Intak attempted to touch him he’d push him away.
Most of all, he wants to know what’s going on inside the other boy’s head as he witnesses Jiung breaking down in front of him. The pressure inside his groin grows each time Intak runs his gaze over him, from the mess he’s making with his hand to his chest, collapsing as he pants, and then to his sweaty face and back again. It’s just so weird, having Intak here with him, something that used to be only dreamed of when he indulged in his darkest teenage fantasies now actually happening in reality and not just in his delusional mind. It’s enough to make him leak.
With Intak’s bottomless eyes fixed on him, Jiung bites his lip as he comes, struggling to keep his voice down as his toes curl inside their shoes. He blindly reaches out a hand and of course Intak is there to catch it, gripping Jiung’s arm as he rides out his orgasm, steadying him when it seems like Jiung is gonna topple over, pure bliss etched on his face.
“Fucking hell,” Intak mutters, but it goes ignored by Jiung. He closes his eyes and raises his head to the dim light fixture hanging above them, breathing deeply, aftershock tremors bumping along his arms. He tries to enjoy the dopamine rush to its fullest before coming back to the awful reality that’s waiting for him, a reality where he just came in front of his friend slash coworker and now has to face him for the rest of his personal slash professional life. Also, the uncomfortable cum drying in his pants makes him want to rip his skin off and burn it.
“Ok,” He says out loud, voice sounding alien to his own ears. He refuses to look over at Intak. “Ok, so. That happened.”
He hears Intak’s ugly snort and blindly reaches out to push him. The other boy only laughs in response, and Jiung suddenly thinks that this isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that Intak can laugh and joke about it, and will most likely go on with his life without even thinking twice about what happened between them, while Jiung tortures himself with deeply hidden truths and sentiments, incapable of doing the same. He just knows he won’t be able to move on from the image of Intak, sweaty and flushed, watching him as he jacked off, and the anger that comes in that moment startles him out of his embarrassment. His fists clench involuntarily as he realizes that he has no power to force Intak to think about him the same way he does. It’s impossible to grab Intak’s heart and tell it to shake and stutter at the sight of him, to convince his gut to shudder at his voice or his tongue to go dry when remembering him. Impossible to mold his dreams to show images of him as Intak sleeps.
Worst of all, he knows that, if offered a chance, Jiung would do it again. And again. As many times as Intak wanted, even if it meant ruining the perfect, orderly little life he has carved for himself.
He feels so stupid. This was a terrible idea. He should just cut his losses here and smash his head against the concrete wall as hard as he can; brain damage sounds like his best option.
“Hey,” Intak’s soft voice breaks him from his spiral. Jiung looks up, feeling oddly vulnerable, something he hasn’t felt in a long time, and Intak is there with him, his eyes so heavy and beautiful. Intak brings his hands to Jiung’s warm face, thumbs sweeping across his cheekbones. Jiung looks away, sheepish, but doesn’t brush him off. “It’s only weird if we make it weird, ok? I mean, you’re kinda weird, so maybe things are gonna be a little weird, but it doesn’t have to be bad, right? It can be good weird.”
The knot in Jiung’s throat dissolves ever so slightly and he can’t help but give Intak a small smile. He’s so cute like this, earnest and sincere in his worry, staring at Jiung like he has all the answers even though he so clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing. Jiung gently pulls away from his grip, the noisiness in his heart soothed for the moment.
“C’mon, let’s go,” he grimaces at his dirty hand. “I need to wash this off, it’s killing me.”
“You’re so annoying, I got it,” before Jiung can say anything, Intak quickly grabs his own shirt and wipes his hand with the inner fabric, removing the majority of the dried mess there. “There, better?”
Stunned, Jiung suddenly cannot remember why he feels so much over this boy. Yeah, Intak may be cute and all, but he’s also fucking nasty.