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"Hey Sungie, what do you think about- OW, YOU ASS!" Hyunjin shouts once his best friend lands on him with a laugh. He's been laying on Jisung's bed trying to figure out what song to dance to at the spring showcase, with little to no success so far. "Get the hell off of me."

"Nahh." Jisung drapes himself over the taller, nesting his chin into the dip between his shoulder and neck. "I want you to finally spill about Hot Dad while I've got you here."

Being the nosy bitch he is, Jisung has asked countless times already, but they were either with friends at the time or it was over text asking him to write it down, which Hyunjin was not going to do - for obvious reasons. 

"Aaargh," Hyunjin drops his head. "Fine. But you need to pick me a song after so I can start on choreography."

Jisung beams. "You got yourself a deal, sir!"

"Do not call me sir."

"I bet you called him Sir- ow, ow, okay! I'm shutting up, go ahead."

Hyunjin adjusts himself so he's on his back, hand playing with Jisung's hair.

"Well, he told me to get in his car to drive me home, because I was laying it on too thick. But then I laid it on even thicker on the way home, and he pulled over and, y'know."

"Did you suck his dick?" Jisung peeks at him, propping himself up on one arm.

"Uhh, a little? It wasn't the main focus."

An eyebrow wiggle. "How big was it?"

"Bigger than yours, then again, that's not saying much."

That seems to satisfy his friend's ever-present thirst for knowledge, Hyunjin concludes as Jisung flops back down onto him.

"Ughhh you whore! I'm so jealous," Jisung whines, rubbing his face onto Hyunjin's shoulder aggressively. "Maybe if I do this some of your luck will rub off on me and someone will actually want to fuck me."

Hyunjin snorts. "Jisung... I know we don't usually talk about this but you do know that Minho is like, in love with you, right?"

His friend's eyes are squeezed shut as he exhales a deep sigh against Hyunjin's shoulder. "That's kind of a touchy subject."

"I know. It's like this unsaid thing that we all know of, but it just hangs between us like a secret or something. It makes me want to die. What's up with that?"

Jisung's voice goes softer. "I don't know what to do. You know what I always say."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. I've always said I'm the straightest guy in the world, even though all my friends are... not. And with Minho, I don't know, it's different."

Hyunjin looks down. "Do you like him, Sungie?"

"I..." Jisung looks up, strangely vulnerable. "I think so. But what if I'm just, you know, curious. A-and then if I turn out to be straight after all, then I could lose his friendship. I really don't want to lose him."

Hyunjin keeps petting his hair with a sigh. "That is difficult for sure. I know what you mean and it's totally okay to be confused by that. I think you need to figure out if you like him enough to take that chance."

Still conflicted, Jisung just buries his face in the blonde's shirt.

"To be fair, I think you guys would be a great fit. I swear."

A chuckle. "Thanks. I'll figure it out."

"I'm sure you will, Sungie."

*

Hyunjin settles on a Top 40 hip-hop song in the end, an gets to work with Minho on choreography.

Chan doesn't call or text for weeks, but Hyunjin knows he is a busy man. He doesn't want to bother Chan and he certainly doesn't want to come off as clingy or desperate, despite having admitted it in the heat of the moment last time.

He does hang out with Minah quite a lot at school, the girl quickly becoming acquainted with Hyunjin's whole friend group. She fits right in with quick jokes and witty comebacks - soon it's like she's always been there.

She still mostly hangs around her own friends, who seemingly want nothing to do with Hyunjin's circle, but she does come around more often than before.

Having nothing better to do with his time Hyunjin practices and practices, and practices some more until the choreography is as much a part of him as his skin and bones are.

Minho and him have always worked well on stage together, and practice is a lot more fun with the other around. Jisung drops by sometimes as well, under the guise of supporting Hyunjin, even though the blonde knows it's more so he can stare at Minho.

"You're kinda obvious, you know," he whispers to Jisung after one of many sessions.

"Shut up please. And go take a shower, it shouldn't be healthy to sweat this much."

Hyunjin gasps. "Hey! That's genetics, it's not like I can control it!"

Whether Jisung heard his remark or not remains unknown, the younger now conversing with Minho. The heart eyes he gets around the older are nothing short of sickening. 

Hyunjin heads to the showers and tries not to think about how Chan still hasn't contacted him.

*

On the day of the showcase he wakes up well-rested, feeling ready to perform. While they get ready backstage he feels the familiar mixture of emotions that is nervous-slash-excited-slash-hyper but it's nothing he hasn't dealt with before. 

The performance goes perfectly, as expected. They didn't put all those grueling hours into rehearsals for nothing, plus Hyunjin and Minho have always had chemistry when performing together. The crowd loves it too - they even get a frog plushie thrown onstage while they bow, which Hyunjin picks up and waves to the crowd. The girl in the second row who threw it seems ready to pass out with how loud she's cheering.

He will never get tired of this feeling. 

They walk off the stage with huge smiles while the principal introduces some stand-up comedy act which Hyunjin does not care for. It's just not his style.

As he walks to the side of the stage to find his friends, an awfully familiar voice calls out.

"I never knew you could dance like that," he hears, and spins around almost immediately to be greeted with Chan.

Suddely Hyunjin is hit with how much he missed the man. Almost forgot how wide his smile was, how deep his dimples were and how positively edible he looks in a suit. 

"Chan! Hey!" He beams, unable to stop himself from breaking into a grin. "I-I mean, Mr. Bang. Nice to see you."

Chan snorts with a look only Hyunjin understands. Pathetic as that may be, it makes his heart sing.

"You too, Hyunjin. You know - and I'm not trying to persuade you or anything - but we are constantly looking for dancers at the company. You could come and try out, if you feel like that might be something for you."

Hyunjin's jaw drops. "Are you kidding me, that's like my ultimate goal!"

"Well, if you're interested just let me know," Chan smiles, then steps a little closer so only Hyunjin can hear his lowered voice. "Listen, about-"

"Daaad," shrieks Minah from somewhere behind Hyunjin. "Stop recruiting my friends!"

Chan steps back as if nothing happened, hugging Minah to his side. "I can't help it that you have talented friends, honey. Next time make some friends from, I don't know, the Mathletes."

Minah punches his shoulder playfully. "I do have a friend who's a Mathlete!"

"And you don't see me offering them an audition, do you?"

"Ugh, alright. Hyunjin, feel free to try out but just a heads up, Dad is super bossy."

Hyunjin almost fails to hold back his smirk, turning to Chan with raised eyebrows. "Oh is he now?"

The man looks at him with an expression that promises no good, tongue in cheek.

"Yeah," Minah goes on, none the wiser. "But he's also fair and like, a good boss or whatever. I'm gonna go say hi to my friends, see you later!" And with that she's gone, leaving them alone once again. 

"So. Bossy, huh?"

Chan snickers. "Oh shut up. Listen, can I call you tonight? I've been meaning to, I just didn't have much time."

Hyunjin hates how his heart immediately beats a billion times faster. "Oh, sure. Anytime."

He catches a glimpse of Jisung imitating intercourse over Chan's shoulder, shooting him a double thumbs up. With great effort he suppresses an eyeroll and says goodbye to Chan (strictly calling him Mr. Bang under these circumstances and reveling in the obvious effect it has on the man). 
He then sets off in Jisung's direction, who is already running away.

*

The first time Chan calls, Hyunjin is having dinner with his parents - there is a strict "no phones at the table" policy in their house, so only when he enters his room after does he realize he has a missed call. He shoots a quick text that he's here now and a minute later his phone rings again.

"I was starting to think you were avoiding me," Chan jokes when he picks up.

"Nah, I was just having dinner."

"Oh, good. I wanted to ask if you've eaten yet but that's taken care of then."

Aw. Chan cares.

"Have you?"

"I'm about to," comes the answer. "Anyways. I didn't want to ask you with all the parents and students around, but..."

"But?" Hyunjin questions when Chan trails off.

The man's airy chuckles fill his ears. "I don't know why I'm suddenly nervous. Um. Minah is going to visit her cousins over the weekend, so."

Hyunjin's heartrate picks up significantly. He knows what that means but he decides to tease anyways. "Sooo...?"

"So, I will be all alone in this big house all weekend," Chan drawls, voice dropping lower into something more suggestive. "Super lonely. Maybe I'll spend it watching movies and overworking myself... or maybe you could come over. Keep me company."

Hyunjin has to bite his lip and close his eyes so he doesn't whimper at the thought of keeping him company, for two days no less.

"Hmm, I don't know, let me think. What do I get out of it?"

"Oh I don't know," Chan humors him. "Great food, you could try out the pool... I'd make you come so many times you couldn't remember your own name... oh and we have a game room, I could show you that too."

"Stop, oh my god. I'll go," he agrees - not that he didn't already decide on that the second Chan mentioned it, but now he's getting horny and he needs it to be the weekend now.

"Good boy," comes the answer in a dangerously low voice. A shiver travels down Hyunjin's spine. "She leaves right from school on Friday, so feel free to drop by anytime after that."

"O-okay. I, uh, I'll see you then. Um. I have to go shower now, so..."

"Mmm. Think of me," Chan adds before hanging up.

And, well, who is Hyunjin to not obey? 

*

Hyunjin does end up looking Seo Changbin up, since Felix has been going on about him ever since the barbecue. Wow, that guy can rap. He's under Chan's label which makes sense, but aside from his music there is not much to find about him online.

He seems to be a private person, no personal anecdotes or interviews that aren't about music in sight. No scandals either. Felix said they ended up exchanging numbers and text casually but that's all there is to it; said the dude was chill, nice and very intelligent.

He's happy that Felix got to talk to his idol. That boy deserves good things only.

Minho and him spend the next few days receiving congratulations for their performance, which does give Hyunjin an ego boost, however humble he acts when getting compliments. Minho is soaking it all up, turning down date offers left and right as he tends to do on any given day. 

By the time the weekend comes, he is beyond excited - he wasn't able to get off the previous two days at all due to being busy and tired, so just the thought of what's about to come makes him giddy with anticipation. Friday passes by in slow motion, the clock above the blackboard seemingly mocking him with how slow it's going.

"Earth to Hyunjin!" Minah waves her hand in front of his face, his head snapping up in confusion. To his defense, Biology was particularly bland today, making him groggy and tired more than anything. "I was asking if you wanted to go to that diner you were talking about the other day."

Hyunjin perks up immediately. "Sure, I love that place! I'll tell Sungie and the others."

"Actually..." Minah lowers her voice. "I was hoping you would come with me? Like, just the two of us?"

Oh.

Oh no.

"Like a date?" He asks even though he know what she means. He's actually just trying to buy himself a bit of time to think how he can let her down gently - it's not like he can say the truth. How would that even go?

Thank you for the offer but I'm kind of fucking your dad?

I can't because, see, I'm kind of hung up on your dad?

Your dad kind of fucked me and I kind of haven't been able to get him out of my head since?

Yeah, no. That won't do.

The blush on Minah's cheeks looks lovely. Why does she have to like Hyunjin of all people?

"Well, yeah. Like a date."

"I..." Rip the bandaid off, Hyunjin, just rip the bandaid off. "I can't. I'm sorry Minah. You're a great girl and I like being your friend, but I don't see you that way and I don't want to lead you on."

He mentally prepares himself for, well, lots of different outcomes - tears, awkwardness, silence, the whole nine yards. It never comes.

Minah's smile doesn't even falter.

"Eh, worth a try. Can we go as friends then? With the other guys?"

Hyunjin needs a moment to process what just happened. 

"You're not mad?"

Minah gives him a side-smile. "Why would I be? It happens. And I'm grateful that you were honest about your feelings. You wouldn't believe the lengths some people go to lie just so they can avoid some minor awkwardness."

Huh. Who would have figured.

"Besides, you guys are a bunch of cuties. Reckon I could get Seungmin's number?"

Hyunjin cackles wholeheartedly. "Ouch, that hurts. My seat is still warm and Seungmo is already sitting down. Cool, cool, doesn't hurt my pride at all."

"Hey, I can't be pining after men who aren't interested! I move on!"

They have another laugh about it and, well, at the end of the day Hyunjin does think she could get Seungmin's number.

*

Hyunjin pretends to be surprised when Minah sets the date of the hangout for next week instead of the weekend and wishes her a good time at her cousins. When the last class is finally over he jokes around a little with Jisung at the entrance just to be on the safe side, but as soon as he spots Minah getting into a car that's most likely her cousin's he grabs his overnight bag and bids goodbye.

"All right, see you Sungie!"

"Have fun getting railed!" Jisung blows a kiss in the air, turning to head home.

He snorts and can't really wipe the smile from his face all the way to the bus stop. 

His hands feel clammy as he walks up to the now familiar gate; he wipes it on his pants before pressing the doorbell. 

Chan lets him in in record speed, making Hyunjin's stomach do flips in anticipation. It's a brief realization of huh, he wants me to be here. He was looking forward to this too.

"You look great," Chan offers in place of a greeting, dimples showing. His hair is not styled today, soft strands curling over each other. 

Hyunjin smiles back as the man takes his bag from him. "Thank you. I overslept today though... I'm literally a mess."

"A cute mess," Chan teases him, flicking his ponytail that he pulled his hair into in a haste on the way to class.

And god, will Hyunjin ever be able to not turn into a giddy schoolgirl whenever he's in Chan's proximity?

The evidence suggests no.

"You want anything to drink?" Chan looks back at him over his shoulder as they head into the living room.

"Uhh, no," Hyunjin answers, pushing the man down onto the leather sofa and sitting himself quite literally half on top of him. "I want... something else."

Chan's eyebrows shoot up. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teases, though the strong hand which comes up to grip at Hyunjin's waist betrays his nonchalance.

The blonde drops his head onto Chan's shoulder with a groan. "Ugh, don't even get me started! I haven't gotten off in like three days, if you make me wait now I might just explode."

"Literally," snorts the man. "C'mere, baby."

And finally, finally those lips are back on his. Finally Hyunjin has what he's been craving ever since he got his first taste. 

It turns desperate pretty quickly - the older man must have been looking forward to this too, if the sweet little moans he feeds into Hyunjin's mouth are anything to go by. Hyunjin is obsessed with the way Chan kisses him; like nothing else matters in the world, like it's the only thing he needs to survive. 

He ends up on Chan's lap, with both of the man's hands disappearing under his sweatpants - easy access - to knead each of his buttcheeks. He's about to start rocking forward like the horny teenager he is and then -

Voices.

Two distinct voices and the sound of the front door being slammed.

"Dad," calls Minah as Chan abruptly pushes Hyunjin off of himself.

He looks around, panicked out of his mind as Chan mouths "Hide! Go!" at him, gesturing to the back entrance wildly. Hyunjin bolts to the door and throws it open, getting out of sight just in time to hear Chan call out.

"Minah! Honey, what are you doing home?" 

If Hyunjin was smart, he would have grabbed his bag, which has his keys, so he could go home. But he is not smart, so here he is - bagless, keyless and most importantly Chan-less, standing in the Bang's backyard like an idiot with a hard on that's going down by the second. 

He's contemplating how to get his bag back when he hears the voices grow closer and footsteps approach the still open back door. Wide, panicked eyes search the backyard for a hiding place and find none, so he does the next best thing and sprints off through the many flower beds right by the walls, bringing certain death to whatever the gardener may have been growing there.

He manages to go around and get to the front door eventually, where he takes a moment to get himself in order, looking around the front yard to see if anyone spotted him.

"Dad," he hears from behind him. He twirls around in panic to see Minah halfway out the front door. "What is Hyunjin doing here?"

Fuck.

"Uhhh," he starts elegantly just as Chan appears behind his daughter.

"Hyunjin!" he feigns surprise. "You're early, so glad you could make it!"

Hyunjin is pretty sure his eyes are saying something along the lines of what the fuck but he trusts Chan so he tries to mask it the best he can.

Chan's pointed eyes are trying to communicate to just go along with whatever he is doing. 

"He's here to talk about a potential job," Chan says. "I was so impressed by his dance routine I had to offer at least a meeting to see if he's interested in a position."

Minah's eyes light up immediately. "That's awesome! I think it would suit you super well, come in!"

As she disappears back inside the two men share a look. That was... too close for comfort.

Jesus Christ, Chan mouths at him, making him duck his head and snort.

He walks in like he wasn't in the man's lap just ten minutes ago and inconspicuously grabs his bag from the foot of the couch. The beautiful woman in the kitchen - Minah's aunt, he assumes - is going into a story about having to postpone the sleepover because her daughter is not feeling well; just Hyunjin's luck, really. 

"Wanna eat with us Auntie Sana?" Minah asks, earning a cute head pat from the woman.

"No thank you honey, I'll go pick up some medicine and get home now." 

They say their goodbyes and Hyunjin soon finds himself in one of the most awkward situations of his life; having dinner with the Bangs and poking at his food while they chat away about a fake job offer.

"So basically we have backup dancers and choreographers, these are what I think would suit you," Chan declares seriously. "But since you are not a trained choreographer I would say you could start as a dancer and we could enroll you in a choreographer training in the meantime. If that's something you'd be interested in, of course."

Hyunjin almost chokes on a piece of chicken because -

"Wait, you're serious?" He asks in disbelief. 

"Duh, you're really good Hyunjin. Don't underestimate yourself!" Minah exclaims, none the wiser. But Chan knows what he means.

He nods at Hyunjin with such sincerity in his gaze - it conveys everything he needs to know. 

Yes, even if this just came up as a cover story right now. Yes, it's a serious offer. Yes, you could have a future in this.

Hyunjin is shocked to say the least. "Uh, that is... yeah.Yes. I mean of course. That would be perfect."

"Perfect," Chan echoes. "I'll get back to you after graduation, how's that sound?"

"Thank you," Hyunjin hopes the man can see how much this means to him. This is genuinely something he sees for himself in the future so to have such a career opportunity is... wow. "I'll make sure to practice even harder until then!"

A hand comes up to ruffle his hair. "Cute one, isn't he?" Chan coos.

"Totally. Which reminds me, dad, I might be getting a really cute boyfriend next week."

"A what now?"

Thank God Minah dropped that bomb because Hyunjin was getting uncomfortable having all the attention on him. While father and daughter bicker away he puts his plate in the sink and shoots a text to Seungmin.

jinnie: u and minah?

seungmo is typing...

seungmo: yea maybe

seungmo: date next week

seungmo: did she say smth?

jinnie: just mentioned it but awe bro

jinnie: ur gonna be cute 2gether

He means it too. Hyunjin genuinely cares for the both of them and they do make a good match. 

Before he can think too much about it, Minah pokes him in the shoulder.

"Want to stay a bit longer? You can finally check out the game room, I know you left the last time before you could."

Hyunjin exchanges a knowing look with Chan, who narrows his eyes mockingly.

"Go have fun," he gestures vaguely towards the kitchen entrance. "I'll go get some work done."

*

The game room is impressive. The Bangs don't just have game consoles and a gigantic TV, they also have a bunch of old-school arcade machines. Hyunjin feels like he's twelve again, the minutes flying away as they play one after the other. Somewhere in their nth hour of games he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He lets Minah destroy him in another round of Tekken before checking it.

chan: come down to the living room when you can. i'll offer to have you stay over, go along with it.

Hyunjin's heart rate spikes up immediately. Maybe he will be getting some alone time with Chan today after all. 

"Can we go grab something to drink? I'm exhausted and thirsty," he calls to Minah, who readily agrees and turns the console off. 

Just like he said, Chan is lounging in the living room, TV turned on at a low volume while he enjoys a book. 

"You kids having fun?" putting his book down he stands up to stretch his limbs. Hyunjin can't help but notice he has changed into a pair of shorts and a black tank top. All the skin suddenly on display is making him lightheaded.

"We are," Hyunjin answers, "but you can only stare at a huge screen for so long. I think I've had enough of games for a good month." 

Minah snorts. "He's just salty because I keep beating him at everything."

"Hey! Not all of us have a game room to practice in okay?" 

He accepts a glass of apple juice from the girl in the meantime, before Chan speaks up. 

"I say let's call it a night. Hyunjin, I'd rather not have you take the bus at this time but I did have a glass of whiskey as a Friday night treat so I won't offer to drive you, I hope you don't mind."

Before he could even answer, Minah does it for him.

"You could sleep over! I mean if your parents are okay with that, but it would be so fun! We could all watch a movie or something!"

Hyunjin cannot believe his luck turning around. Now it's not suspicious at all because she is the one who suggested it - he can see the same on Chan's face as well.

"Fine by me," the man feigns nonchalance. "Hyunjin, are you okay with that?"

"Sure, let me just call my mom."

After getting the green light from his mom, Hyunjin is showed to a guest room which competes with a 5-star hotel room. It's not big but it screams money, complete with a queen sized bed, TV and mini fridge. There's even a bathroom all for him, not connected but right next door. 

jinnie: this man rlly just said the words "glass of whiskey as a friday night treat" im yelling

quokka: DAD ENERGY LMAO

quokka: u still have working braincells ? weird

Hyunjin sits down on the closed toilet lid and snorts.

jinnie: lol we didnt even do anything

jinnie: minah showed up like 10mins after i arrived

jinnie: ill tell u later

quokka: ???? tf and ur still there? 

jinnie: staying over wehehe

quokka: brave

quokka: ...pls be responsible 

quokka: like maybe dont fuck him with his daughter there

jinnie: ill try my best not to

A lie, but Jisung does not need to worry right now. 

Hyunjin makes sure to wash up well, making use of the copious amounts of expensive toiletries placed in the guest bathroom. He comes out fresh and more awake than before, excitedly reaching into his bag. He's not quite sure if he's getting lucky tonight, but, well, one can hope.

He slips into a set of baby blue lingerie; a lace bralette and matching panties that he ordered on a whim after their first time together in hopes of surprising Chan with it in the future. He shoots a couple of selfies in the mirror; the underwear compliments his blonde hair nicely. Hyunjin feels great in them.

He throws on an inconspicuous pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt which conceals everything - if he doesn't somehow pop a boner right in front of Minah, he can get away with it just like he was wearing his usual underwear.

He wanders back into the living room to the smell of popcorn, taking a seat at the end of the couch. The other end is occupied by Minah, looking absolutely adorable in pink fluffy pajamas.

Some comedy movie is pulled up on Netflix but he's not paying much attention to it because the next moment Chan plops down between them, right next to him, arms and all, and flashes him a gorgeous, dimpled smile. He has cute little crow's feet that Hyunjin wants to kiss. 

They shut the lights off and start the movie which, admittedly, Hyunjin is not paying much attention to. Especially since about twenty minutes in, Chan pulls the "I'm pretending to stretch" trick and ends up with a strong hand around Hyunjin's waist.

The way he's sitting between them is blocking it from Minah's view completely but it still ignites a small fit of panic in the younger boy. At the same time though... there is something excited about being so bold. If Minah were to stand up she could see them in a position they couldn't explain themselves out of. 

For the better part of the next half hour Chan's hand is just a comforting weight around him, squeezing his waist from time to time. Then slowly, so very slowly, it starts inching down; lower and lower until it reaches the hem of Hyunjin's sweatpants.

His fingers dance back and forth a little on the piece of skin exposed above the pants before dipping in just so, just a little -

Chan freezes.

Hyunjin freezes too; he knows Chan can feel it. He knows the man was expecting boxer shorts and was met with delicate lace under his fingertips. He looks up and almost chokes because Chan is looking at him like he wants to eat him alive, and a little bit like he can not believe Hyunjin is real.

It's an exhilirating feeling, sharing this knowledge like it's their naughty secret. Hyunjin finds that he likes this feeling a little more than he's ready to admit. For now, he just basks in the knowledge that he can render Chan so speechless and stunned, and snuggles a little bit closer as nimble fingers roll the lace fabric between them on his hip.

The hand pulls away a few minutes before the movie is done, Chan going back to the way he was before, his face completely relaxed like nothing ever happened. 

"That was so funny," Minah jumps up once it's over. "I love this movie!" 

You could ask Hyunjin what the movie was about and he could not tell you much, other than a handful of scenes he didn't zone out during, but Minah does not need to know that, so he readily adrees.

They say their goodnights and retreat back to their rooms, Hyunjin walking in a daze until he locates the guest room. 

"Damn big house with so many damn rooms," he murmurs to himself, lighting the hallway with his phone before entering. 

Just as he sets the phone down on the bed it lights up with a text from Chan.

chan: 2nd floor, 3rd door to the left.

Hyunjin buries his face in his hands and resists the urge to scream. He checks his hair one last time with the front camera app before exiting the room, silently tiptoeing down the hall and one floor up. He finds the room pretty easily with the door slightly ajar, and he knows for a fact that Minah's room is not on this floor so he feels brave enough to knock. 

"Come in," Chan's quiet voice calls.

He's sitting on the bed but stands up when Hyunjin walks in, coming right up into his space as he closes and locks the door with one hand. 

God damn it, he's so sexy.

The moment the lock clicks into place, there are hands on his waist again and an eager man kissing and biting at his neck.

"My god, you smell amazing," Chan murmurs into the skin there, leaving soft, wet kisses all over his neck until he reaches Hyunjin's chin. From there it's simply too easy to dip his head down and catch those lips he's been dreaming about with his - Hyunjin's knees buckle with how delicious it feels to be kissing Chan again.

He can't even help the small moan he lets out mid-kiss, he just wants to lose himself in this man again and again until he's all Hyunjin knows.

Chan ends the kiss with one last peck and pulls him to the bed, and Hyunjin can feel the change in the air even before it happens. The floor slips from under his feet as he's picked up and thrown on Chan's king sized bed. The man is right there with him, hovering over him and looking down like he wants to eat Hyunjin alive, consume him whole; Hyunjin finds he wouldn't mind. He's ready to take anything and everything.

"I can't believe today went the way it did," he gazes up at Chan, the two of them breaking out into giggles.

"Ugh, dont even talk about it," the man drops his head onto Hyunjin's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby."

"No, hey, it's okay. You couldn't have known. Plus, we're here now, so..."

Chan's gaze darkens again. "Oh yeah. And I'm not letting you out of this bed until you're satisfied."

"Mmm, sounds amazing. Wanna undress me?" 

A groan against his shoulder. "Fuck yeah, I want to see what you're wearing darling."

Chan shuffles the pants off of him and stops for a second to take in the view; Hyunjin, all sprawled out on his sheets, blonde hair on the pillow like a halo; long, smooth legs that lead up to where his cock is chubbing up in the light blue panties. 

"Gosh, look at you," he muses, hands creeping up and down his legs. Chan rakes his nails down his thighs like he has all the time in the world. "I can't believe I get to have you like this."

Something twists up in Hyunjin's chest.

"I'm gonna worship every inch of you," Chan sighs as he brings up an ankle to kiss his foot, moving up his ankle and his inner thigh, leaving kisses all the way which ignite a fire under Hyunjin's skin. "Beautiful. Been looking forward to this ever since last time."

Hyunjin is not one to be shy during sex but he finds himself blushing now - he's not used to this. He's used to rushed, all-consuming lust, heavy kisses and rough touches, not to this, this undivided attention and admiration. 

Chan grazes over his cock and comes up to kiss his stomach, pushing the shirt up to his armpits. Hyunjin gets it off and throws it somewhere in the room, letting Chan take in the bralette as well. 

He looks like a man obsessed. "Oh, baby," he coos. "You're so gorgeous."

"You're one to talk," Hyunjin replies, hiding behind his hand. "Take it off, I want to see you too."

Chan murmurs something he doesn't catch, and gets rid of his pants and shirt in record time, climbing back over Hyunjin before the younger can even begin to process all the skin that is suddenly on display. 

"Ugh, you're so hot. It's unfair," He whines.

"Mm, all for you darling."

"I'd hope so," he giggles. "Lie down, let me take care of you."

They switch their positions until Chan is lying down, head propped up against the pillow with Hyunjin between his legs. He even puts his hands behind his head, providing Hyunjin with a delicious view of biceps, pecs and abs.

Hyunjin bends down to steal a kiss before moving on to Chan's neck, leaving tender love bites all over, moving down to mouth at his collarbones and his chest.

"Love your tits," he sighs, looking up to be met with a very red and very bothered Chan. He leaves a small kiss right next to his nipple and does not miss the sharp intake of breath and the way the older man bites his lower lip in. "You like having them played with?"

"Uh," Chan grunts elegantly. "Um-"

Hyunjin is beyond excited to see the man who was so confident and dominant last time be so, well, submissive. Shy, even. It's a feeling that excites him unbelievably, to have so much power over someone.

Not taking his eyes off of Chan he circles the nipple with his tongue before latching on and giving it a few sucks.

"O-oh," comes a shaky moan from above. Chan is biting his lips to stop any sounds threatening to escape but it's obvious how affected he is. 

Very interesting.

"Mmm," he moans quietly as he lets go of the right bud and moves onto the left, giving it the same treatment. He keeps it up until Chan is squirming under him, letting out the smallest little sighs and whimpers. "I really do love them. They look like cute little chocolate chips."

Chan snorts. "Oh my god, do not call them that!"

"But they are!" Hyunjin exclaims, pinching them both at the same time.

"A-ah, fuck, stop!" Chan catches his wrists in an iron grip, throwing Hyunjin into a different headspace entirely. "Come here."

He's on his back again - God damn he loves being manhandled - with Chan prying his legs apart and laying on top of him. His skin is warm and soft and so alive and so Chan, Hyunjin is going lightheaded already.

"Fuck, I need to be in you," the older whispers right in his ear, voice suddenly dominant and dripping with lust. Hyunjin trembles with the tone of it, suddenly realizing how hard he is already. 

"Yeah, please-"

"We can take it slow later but right now I need-"

"Need you too," He whines as the underwear is pulled off of him, Chan not hesitating to push his legs up right away.

"Hold onto them for me angel, I'll get some stuff." 

Hyunjin does because he wants, no, he needs to be good for Chan. It doesn't take long before the man is back between his legs with a bottle of lube.

Hyunjin is expecting fingers but what he gets is Chan's tongue right on his hole, warm and wet and amazing.

"Oh my-" he moans, pulling his legs up even further so Chan has better access.

"You need to stay quiet baby, can you do that for me?" asks Chan, looking up at him with a flushed face and shiny lips. Hyunjin is gobsmacked; he's probably going to jerk off to this sight for the next decade or so. He nods desperately and brings a hand up to his mouth, and that is good enough for Chan - the next moment he is back to eating Hyunjin out like his life depends on it. 

It's heavenly. He cannot describe it any way else, Chan's mouth was sent by the high heavens to bring Hyunjin to new levels of pleasure. His cock is flushed an angry red, twitching and leaking against his stomach with every flick of Chan's tongue, and he's desperately trying to hold his sounds back. Sobbing into his hands and biting his fingers he realizes he can't take it anymore. The sensation and the wet, lewd sounds are going to do him in too soon.

"Please, fingers, please, give me-"

Chan gives his hole one last, broad lick before reaching for the lube, patting Hyunjin on the hip.

"Turn around for me, ass up," he instructs and the boy almost gets tangled in his own limbs in his eagerness to obey. He grabs onto a pillow - Chan has several - and sticks his ass out, arching his back in a way he knows looks irresistible. 

"My gorgeous boy," Chan murmurs as the tip of the first finger slides in and Hyunjin whines into his pillow, his cock twitching between his legs pathetically at the praise. The first one doesn't feel like much but it's the knowledge of being filled that has him going.

Soon Chan is adding a second finger, and eventually a third; Hyunjin's face is buried in the pillow so it can muffle his sighs and gasps as he fucks himself back onto the digits. Chan drapes himself over Hyunjin's back, kissing and biting at his ear while still fingering him from behind; he puts his whole body into it and for a moment, when the tip of his pinky slips in and he rocks forward, it feels like Hyunjin is being fucked for real.

He wails into the pillow at how amazing it feels but Chan is not having it. Hyunjin feels teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder and Chan's unoccupied hand coming around to silence him, palm on his mouth.

"I told you to be quiet didn't I?" He breathes against Hyunjin's ear. It's whispered but has force behind it, the words bouncing around in Hyunjin's skull as if they were being shouted at him. It pushes him into an amazing, fuzzy, floaty feeling.

"At this rate I might as well take you back to the living room and fuck you there, if you're gonna be loud anyways. You don't want that, do you?"

Hyunjin turns his head to send pleading looks over his shoulder, shaking his head frantically. There is only one thing he wants right now, and he is sure Chan knows what it is.

"I'm ready," he gasps as soon as Chan takes his hand off his mouth. Hyunjin scrambles to turn back around, spreading his legs to accommodate Chan's body between them. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind the position change; maybe he wants to see Hyunjin during this as much as the younger wants to see him. 

"Are you okay with no condom? I got tested after you and haven't been with anyone else," Chan explains, holding up the foil packet. 

And fuck. He probably doesn't even know that's one of Hyunjin's biggest kinks, those words alone sending a new wave of arousal through his veins.

"I'm clean too, I want it raw, please," he replies, and he knows he doesn't need to beg but he wants to. He can see what it does to Chan, so why wouldn't he beg like a good boy? "Want you to fill me up, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Please, I want it so bad-" 

Chan closes his eyes and lets out a long exhale, like he needs a moment to collect himself. Then, he aligns his cock with Hyunjin's hole and pushes in slowly, so slow that the younger is going mad with it. Chan draped himself over Hyunjin's front, chest to chest, kissing him breathless as he slides home. For a moment, all Hyunjin can focus on the Chan's tongue in his mouth; the man can kiss. He goes dizzy with it.

And truly, he forgot how fucking good this was. With all the daydreaming he has been doing since their first time together, there is no memory that compares to actually being filled up by Chan, feeling the puffs of air against his jawline, feeling Chan's ribcage expand and deflate under warm skin, his weight on top of Hyunjin. His laundry detergent smell that surrounds the boy, creating another fuzzy little cloud in his head. 

"Fuck," he gasps when it's all the way in. "Big-"

It takes about a minute for all words to leave him. The way Chan fucks him is nothing like last time - it's slow and hard and deep, so deep Hyunjin can feel him in his throat. All coherent thoughts escape him as his existence is narrowed down to the spot where they are connected, and the spot inside him that Chan's cock keeps nudging on every in and every out. 

He has no words for this. It's nothing he has experienced before but gosh, is he addicted already. All he can do is lay there and take it as Chan pumps in and out, in and out again, agonizingly slow, creating a delicious friction that has him losing his mind in record time.

Hyunjin doesn't even realize he's been whining and moaning for the past minute or so, but he cannot stop the sounds even when he notices. 

Chan's hand comes back up and over his mouth and presses down slightly, Hyunjin already lightheaded with the display of strength and dominance.

Being rendered immobile with the weight on top of him and the pleasure of being impaled on Chan's cock over and over at that mind-numbing slow and steady pace is enough to have him moaning and panting even behind the hand restricting him. 

"Shut the fuck up," Chan leans down and whispers right into the shell of his ear, pressing the softest of kisses there. "I told you to shut the fuck up, baby."

He says it with such a kind and tender tone that it throws Hyunjin for a loop again, becoming more desperate by the second. 

His hands are raking up and down Chan's back and arms one moment, then clutching at sheets the next; gripping Chan's hair, then his own as he's being fucked within an inch of his life.

"Mmm-mmh," he mumbles into Chan's palm, the man letting go but never stopping his movements. "Chan this is so- you're so- holy fuck,"

"Yeah? Good?" 

Hyunjin could scream. "F... fucking amazing, can you go a little faster? Jus... just a little."

Chan seems pretty gone himself, not in the mood to tease anymore so he slides out and flips Hyunjin onto his stomach again. The younger pushes his ass up and out the best he can even with legs feeling like jelly - he notices he's shaking all over.

Chan spits on his hole, making him whine with how dirty and delicious that feels all at once, and then he slides back in with one smooth motion. He picks up the pace immediately and it's the perfect speed at the perfect angle, sending Hyunjin hurdling towards an inevitable explosion.

The boy buries his face in the pillow again, biting the fabric to mask some of the sounds spilling from his mouth, getting drool all over the fabric and himself.

His legs are sliding apart under them, unable to support the weight anymore. Chan kicks his knee out and helps him all the way down with an arm around his chest, draping himself over Hyunjin's back fully once again. The arm not around him comes up to push his face to the side and his head down into the pillow, Chan pressing searing hot kisses on his jaw and murmuring dirty things into his ear. 

"So fucking pretty," he whispers into the skin, his hips still pistoning in and out. He ruts against the sheets shamelessly finally getting some friction, he can feel every single ridge of Chan's cock in him, fucking him raw and deep, so intense that Hyunjin has no words. He can't even prepare for his orgasm, it creeps up out of nowhere and builds and builds, and--

The pleasure rips through him so intensely that his eyes roll back and his mouth opens on a silent scream, no sound leaving him for a good five seconds before he can't take it anymore. Chan pushes him face down into the pillow just in time for him to scream; guttural and completely involuntary noises leave him, one after the other, and he doesn't have the mind to hope not to be overheard as he empties himself against Chan's sheets. The tears that have been gathering in the corners of his eyes finally spill, rolling down in fat globs as he sobs and shakes through it.

It's borderline painful, even so with the way Chan keeps going.

"Almost there darling, so perfect, you did so well," Chan whispers to him. "You feel so good, so tight still, fucking incredible."

"In... inside..." Hyunjin babbles, clutching at the sheets for dear life. "Pl...ease,"

Chan's breathing grows heavier by the second and somehow he goes even harder, deeper, until he stills and Hyunjin feels warmth flood his insides. Even through the haze in his mind he preens at finally, finally being filled up like he wanted.

He somewhat registers Chan pulling out and pulling his cheeks apart to watch the cum drip out, but mostly his brain feels like it's floating, he's somewhere up in the clouds, safe and sated.

He might have blacked out a little because the next thing he knows he's being maneuvered onto his side and Chan sliding into the bed next to him. He lays his head on the man's firm chest and giggles.

"What's up, baby? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Hyunjin breaks out in a dorky grin, gazing up at Chan. "Amazing... thank you," he babbles, head still not fully clear.

Chan coos at him, pressing a kiss onto his hairline and holding him close. "Cute. A little cock dumb, are we?"

"Yeah," he replies derpily, snuggling into the soft flesh of Chan's chest and placing small kisses there.

"I have some water, here," Chan hands a plastic bottle to him. "Drink some, okay? You hungry?"

Hyunjin takes big gulps, just now realizing how thirsty he actually was. "Not hungry, thank you."

"All right, baby."

They cuddle back together and a peaceful silence settles over them for a couple minutes.

"Chan?"

"Yes?" 

"I um..." Hyunjin sits up halfway to be able to look at the man, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face. "I want to thank you. You are so good to me and, like... I didn't know sex could feel like this. I'm sorry for getting emotional but it just, it felt so amazing I didn't know what to do with it."

"Oh honey," Chan sighs, eyes full of affection. "That is okay, come back here," he pulls Hyunjin back against his chest, holding him close.

"I feel..." Hyunjin ponders. How does he feel, truly? Amazing. Happy. Held. "...safe. With you."

"I'm happy," Chan murmurs, smoothing down stray pieces of blonde hair. "Go to sleep Hyunjin. I'll see you in the morning, hm?"

"Mmmmyeah," he half-replies, already falling.

*

Hyunjin sleeps like he was hit with a ton of bricks; in the morning he sucks Chan off until his toes curl and he comes down Hyunjin's throat because the man deserves it.

He creeps back into the guest room as quietly as he can, noting the ache he feels in his lower back happily. He takes a shower and admires the faint bruises and bite marks on his torso in the mirror. God, he hopes this can be a regular thing because he's certain Chan has ruined him for anyone else.

Chan drops him home before Minah even wakes up, and kisses him goodbye in the car a few houses down. 

"Hyunjin?"

He turns back before closing the car door and there Chan is, smiling with that damn lovely dimple.

"I wasn't joking yesterday by the way. I want you to audition for the company."

Hyunjin's heart soars with the promise of it.

*

jinnie: good morning

jinnie: i think im in love

quokka: ............

quokka: .........

quokka: ......

quokka: felix owes me 20 dollars

jinnie: FELIX KNOWS???

quokka: tbf he figured it out himself. i had nothing to do with it

jinnie: ugh. great. let's have lunch and catch up?

quokka: u got it

quokka: if u can even walk. whore

jinnie: :)