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The way Jeongin and Seungmin started dating was both severely anticlimactic and incredibly them, in Jeongin's opinion. Despite the way their friends reacted to the retelling of it, neither of them particularly see anything wrong with it, nor would they choose to do anything different if given the option. 

("Not all of us can pine for our gym crush for like two years before finally asking them out after almost getting killed by a weight machine." Seungmin sniffs, slurping obnoxiously on his iced americano. 

Changbin doesn't bother with a verbal response, just flips him off while continuing to let Chan lovingly shove kimbap in his mouth.) 

It was an evening like any other, the two of them opting to stay in their apartment and hang out as opposed to going to the club with their friends. They were laying on the living room floor, eyes heavy with exhaustion but unwilling to sleep quite yet, talking about everything and anything, tongue loosened by the lateness of the hour rather than booze or weed. 

Jeongin can't recall why they started talking about relationships, can only remember the way Seungmin had grumbled, still a little pissy about the way his last relationship had ended, almost three months prior. 

"He just kept saying I didn't prioritize him. Like, dude… I'm a double major. Be grateful I even said yes to going out with you in the first place!"

"Mhm." Jeongin hummed, having already heard this rant one too many times, but letting Seungmin give it again anyways.

"I don't get it. All of my exes said something in that vein too. Like, you knew what you were getting into? How are you going to be attracted to how diligent and intelligent I am, and then get mad when I'm diligent and intelligent?" 

"Mhm."

"I just don't have time to go to cafes and movies all the time."

"You make time for me." Jeongin pointed out, tongue feeling thick with sleep.

"That's different. We live together, pretty easy to just… you know… go somewhere. Plus you don't get mad if I accidentally stand you up because I got too focused on my studies or fell asleep or something." 

"That's apparently my problem." 

"Huh?"

"My ex-girlfriend. She said I was too forgiving." Jeongin didn't know why he was suddenly reminded of her, after having spent most of his university life making sure to purge her from his brain. 

"What the hell does that even– no wait, hold on. You had a girlfriend? When?"

"We broke up my first year, a few months before we met. We started dating like beginning of high school, but she ended up going to a different uni so we did long distance for a bit."

"Huh… and she thought you were… too forgiving?"

"Mhm. She used to stand me up a lot. Dates and phone calls and shit. And I was always chill with it. But finally she got upset and said half the time she wasn't even busy, just doing it to see if I'd get mad."

"What the fuck?"

Jeongin laughed, even though it wasn't funny. Had broken his heart, really. But something about how ridiculously baffled Seungmin seemed made it funny. Or maybe it was the exhaustion. 

"Yeah. She dumped me, saying she couldn't be with someone who was so forgiving. It meant I didn't care, apparently. That I didn't get mad."

"Holy shit, dude."

Jeongin laughed again, turning to see Seungmin already looking at him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. He just shrugged, laughing harder when Seungmin's furrow just deepened. 

"I don't know. I was just trying to not be controlling and be understanding but I guess I fucked up." 

"That is so fucking stupid." 

"Mhm." Jeongin had liked her a lot. Had assumed, perhaps rather naively, that they would even get married someday. She had been the only person he had even been interested enough to pursue, and who had kept his interest right up until she decided to dump him. 

"So my problem is I don't always have time to deal with dating and yours is that you have the patience of a saint." 

"Apparently." Jeongin laughed. He was definitely too tired, reaching the stage of sleepy giggling. It made Seungmin laugh too, the two of them cracking up until they were wiping tears from their eyes. 

It was quiet for a bit, to the point Jeongin wondered if Seungmin fell asleep. His own eyelids were getting really heavy. 

"Maybe we should date."

"…what?"

"No, listen. Hear me out."

"Hearing." Jeongin grinned, just to be a little shit. Seungmin lazily smacked his chest before turning to his side, waiting till Jeongin did the same, a pair of parentheses. 

"I struggle with managing my studies and dating life. You're super chill about that. We should just date."

"So instead of working on being a better partner, you just want me to have to deal with you?"

"Yah." Seungmin protested, clearly fighting back a smile with the way his mouth wobbled as Jeongin laughed at him. "I literally told you why I suck at being a boyfriend." 

"And you called me a saint. Shouldn't I date someone better?"

"We would be good together! We literally already go on dates. Plus I'm already here and available if you wanna… you know…" 

"If I wanna what?" Jeongin laughed as Seungmin smacked him again, turning a cute pink. 

He flopped back onto his back, and heard Seungmin do the same, both of them staring up at the ceiling again. 

"Just think about it." Seungmin said after a long pause. "You don't have to decide now." 

"Okay. I'll think about it." 

They ended up falling asleep on the floor together, regretting it immensely in the morning. 

But Jeongin did think about it. He thought about it a lot. 

Because Seungmin's points weren't wrong, if a little ridiculous. The two of them were practically attached at the hip, always going to cafes and movies, or staying cozied up at home. Even when Seungmin was busy he made time to come and just hang out, whether to eat dinner together or unwind on the couch after a long day. Even indulged Jeongin's spontaneous trips, despite being someone who preferred a heads up over every single thing. And while he has accidentally stood Jeongin up on more than one occasion, Jeongin always just turned it into a peaceful solo adventure, and never had a bad day of it. 

But what about the other stuff that happened in a relationship? 

It's not like Seungmin wasn't handsome. Jeongin had eyes. Seungmin was an attractive guy, with a penchant for being cute once in a while. Pretty even. 

But Jeongin wasn't really attracted to him like that. At least he didn't think he was. 

Wasn't that needed for a relationship? 

Maybe it didn't need to be. A lot of his casual encounters were just to feel good, more than any attraction. And he felt good with Seungmin. At peace. That would probably feel nice in a relationship too. God knows his last one wasn't peaceful. 

And wasn't that what had stopped him from getting into another one? 

Jeongin thought and thought and thought until it gave him a headache, and then decided to say fuck it, and to just go for it. After all, if things didn't work out, they could always go back to being friends. 

He and Seungmin almost never fought. They bickered for sure, even had a few squabbles. But never fought, the way Jeongin had with other friends, the way his friends did with each other. So even if things didn't work out, he was confident enough in their personalities to know they could return to what they were prior to a relationship. 

"I thought about it." Jeongin sidled up behind Seungmin a few days later, while his roommate was busy trying to meticulously floss every single tooth in the bathroom. 

Seungmin paused from where he very attractively had his jaw unhinged to see the back of his molars, turning to blink at Jeongin confusedly. 

"Thought about what?"

"Uh… us? Dating?" Did he hallucinate that?

"Oh. Oh!" Seungmin blinked again, before laughing stupidly. "I thought it was a no."

"What? I told you I would think about it."

"You did. And then you didn't bring it up. So I thought it was a no."

"I didn't bring it up because I was thinking about it!"

"Ah okay. Cool. I guess we're boyfriends now."

It was Jeongin's turn to blink stupidly as Seungmin turned and went back to flossing, staring at his reflection. 

"Is that… it? Should we like… kiss or something?"

"Hold on." Seungmin mumbled, garbled with his fingers in his mouth. 

Jeongin awkwardly waited as he finished flossing and rinsed his mouth, taking his sweet, sweet time. Finally Seungmin turned, gently cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. 

"There. The pact has been sealed." 

Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his solemn tone, Seungmin grinning at him before turning back to the mirror and messing with his fringe. He just stood quietly and watched Seungmin's fingers, absent-mindedly rubbing his lips together, still feeling the heat of Seungmin's lips against them.

"It doesn't feel any different."

"Think a relationship takes more than thirty seconds to settle, Iyen-ah."

"Hm. I guess."

Except it's been a few months now, and Jeongin is still not feeling particularly settled. 

Dating Seungmin has been a lot of what he had expected – relaxed, calm, peaceful. Domestic.

They do their little cafe and movie dates, finding new places to eat at and sightsee, get even more matching shoes and shirts than before, still tag team to clown their friends, two peas in a pod. 

But it's also been… well… the same. It's hard for Jeongin to verbalize his thoughts on it, but it just doesn't feel that different from how they were before deciding to become boyfriends. He supposes that was kind of the point, but he can't seem to stop letting it bother him. 

"Should we have sex?" Jeongin had even asked, a few weeks into their relationship. Seungmin had choked on his salad, Jeongin patting his back and helping him drink some water until Seungmin stopped fighting for his life. 

"Did you have to wait till I had a lettuce leaf in my mouth to say that?"

"Sorry." Jeongin mumbled, trying his best not to laugh. 

Seungmin smacked his stomach, placing his bowl down before turning to face him, giving him his full attention. 

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Do you?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second." 

"Jeongin."

"Hyung."

When Seungmin just shot him a look, Jeongin sighed, scratching his head.

"I don't know! Isn't that what boyfriends do?"

"There's no manual, baby. We can just do whatever feels comfortable. If you want to have sex, we can have sex."

"What about what you want?"

Seungmin smiled then, leaning forward and kissing him sweetly, brushing his hair off his face.

"I want you to want it. So if you do, you know where to find me." 

Months have passed since then, and Seungmin has said the same thing again and again whenever Jeongin brought it up. He's beginning to feel frustrated, with himself, with Seungmin, with this whole situation. 

They haven't been completely hands-off. Kissing pretty regularly. Even making out once in a while. Jeongin had even accepted a blow job when Seungmin had offered, after seeing how stressed Jeongin was getting over test preparations. 

For all his grouchiness about skinship, Jeongin doesn't actually hate it. Likes Seungmin pressed up against him during their movie nights, knees knocking under the table when they eat dinner, Seungmin annoying him by poking and pinching him with his toes. Likes how Seungmin's fingers feel brushing hair off his face, cupping his cheeks, holding his hand. Seungmin's lips on his, the warmth of him when he crawls into Jeongin's lap while they're making out. 

Jeongin likes Seungmin. Likes what they have, their relationship. 

He just… isn't particularly inclined towards initiating sex.

He's always just followed the lead of his partners. His girlfriend was always happy to be in control, and Jeongin had picked up enough cues to somewhat fumble his way through hook-ups. It's not like he didn't enjoy them. He did. He liked making people feel good. 

He wants to make Seungmin feel good too. He just wishes his boyfriend would give him some direction. 

He doesn't enjoy pressure, but at this point he thinks a little bit of it might alleviate his guilt. 

"Iyen-ah, if you need Seungmin to pressure you to have sex, which he would never by the way, maybe you should reconsider whether you two should even be dating." Felix's gentle tone and concerned voice help soften some of the bluntness of his words, but Jeongin still can't help but bristle, defensive. 

"We're good together."

"I always thought you would be. But this is a bit messy, dude." Jisung mumbles, reaching to gently pat his hand. Jeongin deflates, exhaling heavily, slumping face down back onto the table with a groan.

"I don't know. I just… how do you two do it?"

"Do what?"

"Be so goddamn horny for each other all the time."

Felix and Jisung both start cackling, flushed in the face like Jeongin just gave them the biggest compliment. He supposes by their standards he kind of did. Freaks. 

"You know it was lust at first sight for us both." Felix says then, once they both settle, turning to look at Jisung with literal heart eyes. Jisung grins, just as sappy, pressing a soft kiss to Felix's nose. 

"Can't relate." Jeongin mutters, groaning theatrically and covering his ears when the lovebirds start messily making out right in front of his literal salad. 

The evening finds him draped over Seungmin like a very weighted blanket, face tucked into his neck as Seungmin sifts through his study cards with one hand, the other buried in Jeongin's hair. It's quiet and peaceful, Jeongin soaking up Seungmin's warmth, feeling drowsy from the way he's scritching at his scalp. 

He usually cringes at being so physically clingy, but he feels exceptionally drained today, and had gone the whole day wanting nothing more than the comfort of his boyfriend. So he lets himself be shameless, even if he can feel the way his face is burning. 

"Iyen-ah."

"Mhm?"

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Jeongin stiffens, feels the way his eyelashes brush against Seungmin's neck as he blinks slowly. Seungmin just continues to run fingers through his hair, until Jeongin sighs, pressing himself even closer. 

"Which one snitched?"

Seungmin huffs a laugh, hand sliding down to rub his back. 

"Both of them, actually. Lixie first. Jisung came later, saying he didn't want Felix knowing he snitched. Not knowing he already had only an hour earlier."

"Clowns." Jeongin grumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. 

"Iyennie." When Jeongin doesn't respond, Seungmin sighs, hand shifting back up to gently massage his neck. "Baby."

"Hmph."

"What is it, hm? What is it?" 

Jeongin heaves a massive sigh before leaning back, just enough so they can see each other. 

"I just want to be a good boyfriend."

"Jeongin-ah. You're literally the best I've had."

"Not much of a competition. The bar is underground."

Seungmin laughs at that, poking at his cheek, right where his dimple would be if Jeongin wasn't sulking. 

"And yet you've been doing high jumps, my little bread." 

Jeongin swallows, absent-mindedly plucking at a loose thread in the sheets, avoiding eye contact. Seungmin smooths a finger over his forehead, unfurrowing his brows, before grabbing one of Jeongin's hand and kissing it softly. 

"This is new ground for me too, you know. I'm usually the one feeling like I'm not doing enough in a relationship. We're figuring it out together. So just unclench, okay? This was literally supposed to be our least stressful decision." 

Jeongin snorts, finally looking at Seungmin again, leaning up to press their lips together. Seungmin smiles, cupping his face, kissing him again, and again and again, sweet little pecks. 

"You wanna sleep here?" When Jeongin nods, Seungmin kisses him again, grin turning into his shit-eating one. "I promise to not even tease you if you decide to cling to me all night."

"Fuck off." Jeongin grumbles, even as he leans forward to taste Seungmin's smile, feeling one forming on his own lips when Seungmin laughs. 

He feels better after that. No surprise there. Seungmin always did manage to soothe his soul and unruffle his feathers. 

In hindsight, he also wonders if that conversation is what makes it finally click for his brain. Whether when Seungmin told him to unclench, his mind decided to listen wholeheartedly, in more ways than one. 

It's another chill weekend, the two of them on opposite ends of their couch. Jeongin is scrolling through Instagram reels, volume low so as to not disturb his boyfriend, who is currently revising, textbook splayed open on his knee. Seungmin has a bag of hot cheetos on his lap, delicately eating it with a pair of chopsticks to avoid getting crumbs on his hands and his book. Jeongin's already clowned him for it, but a loud crunch has him peeking over again, mouth wobbling at the sight, wanting so badly to tease him some more just to hear him whine in that stupid, nasally voice. 

His eyes flit down when Seungmin absent-mindedly reaches over to scratch his knee, and Jeongin suddenly finds himself fascinated by the miles of skin. Seungmin is wearing his favorite pair of shorts, soft and worn from love and frequent use, ridden up from the way he's been sitting, crisscrossed. 

Jeongin has seen him in these shorts a million times before, yet he feels like he's seeing them for the first time today, eyes glued to where his thighs are just barely peeking out. The skin there looks exceptionally soft, a little paler than his legs due to less exposure to the sun. 

Heat blooms slow and warm in his stomach, and Jeongin's fingers physically itch with the sudden need to touch. To slide up and squeeze, feel the heat and give of skin under his palms. Hear and see how Seungmin would react, if he would make pretty noises, pretty faces. Jeongin thinks he would, and he suddenly, desperately wants to know. 

"Jeonginnie?"

Jeongin blinks, eyes snapping up to see Seungmin staring at him, brows furrowed. Just from his expression, Jeongin can tell it isn't the first time he called his name. 

Seungmin glances down at the couch, before looking up again, confused. 

"Is there a bug near me or something?"

And that obliviousness, that confusion – it only makes Jeongin burn even more. He wants his boyfriend to know that it's him that Jeongin is fixating on, not the couch, not some imaginary bug. It's him that's making him so dazed and distracted, fingers still itching uncontrollably, skin tingling with the urge to touch. 

"Iyen-ah?" Seungmin calls out again, starting to look even more concerned. 

Jeongin takes a slow, shuddery breath, swallowing past his dry throat as he drops his phone on the table, uncurling himself to sit up. Seungmin watches him, blinking cutely as Jeongin leans closer. 

"Hyung… can I touch you?"

"Uh… sure?" 

Jeongin plucks the book off his lap, memorizing the page number before snapping it shut and plopping it onto the table. He knows Seungmin hates dog-earing. He scoots closer, taking the bag of cheetos and the chopsticks sticking out from them from Seungmin's lax fingers, also placing them on the table. Seungmin watches him the whole time, seeming more curious now, almost puppy-like as Jeongin grabs him by the waist and pulls him close. 

Jeongin kisses him, soft and slow, waiting till Seungmin relaxes and kisses him back to move his hand down, gripping his thigh. Seungmin jerks under his palms, gasping against his mouth – Jeongin takes advantage immediately, licking into his mouth as he slides his hand up Seungmin's shorts, breathing shakily at finally scratching his itch, fingers splaying over soft skin. 

And it is soft, incredibly so. Jeongin can't help but touch greedily, Seungmin's shorts feeling cool against his arm as he slides up, up, up, chasing the heat. He digs his fingers in, squeezing right under Seungmin's ass, grip tightening when Seungmin moans into the kiss. 

Jeongin kisses him hungrily, pressing Seungmin closer, kneading the skin under his fingers as he sucks on Seungmin's tongue. Seungmin trembles in his arms, kissing back just as desperately, making sweet little noises with every squeeze of his hands. 

"Jeongi– oh–"  

Jeongin groans, kissing him harder, pressing closer until Seungmin flops back against the couch. Jeongin follows him down without breaking the kiss, just clutching at him with greedy fingers. 

"You feel so soft." Jeongin mumbles when they finally part, panting, immediately moving down to mouth at Seungmin's neck. Seungmin writhes under him, shakily winding arms around his neck, clutching at his head as Jeongin sucks and licks at his skin. 

"Won't be for long if you keep– mhm–"

Jeongin pulls back at that, staring down at him. Seungmin looks like a vision, flushed and pretty, mouth a wreck from Jeongin's kisses. Jeongin doesn't think he's wanted this badly ever before. 

"Can I suck you off? He asks, breathless, eyes going haywire trying to take all of him in. 

Seungmin's throat bobs with a swallow, swollen lips parted as he catches his breath.

"Yeah, yeah, shit, whatever you want–" He sounds so breathy, Jeongin is losing his mind. He scrambles back to tug Seungmin's shorts off, their fingers bumping into each other as Seungmin tries to assist. 

Jeongin eventually gets them off, boxers too, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He can't help but dive down and mouth at his thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin and relishing in the way Seungmin jerks, whining sweetly under him. 

He licks and sucks all over thighs, leaving them red and messy with his spit. Seungmin's fingers weave through his hair, just holding on as he lets Jeongin do whatever he wants. It only adds fuel to the fire growing bigger in his stomach, shakily pushing Seungmin's legs further apart before licking the base of his cock. 

Seungmin moans, hips bucking up with a half aborted thrust before he forces himself back down. Jeongin feels fondness bubble in his chest at that, at the way Seungmin is so clearly trying to hold back, and let Jeongin take the lead, to not push. 

Jeongin licks his way up before sucking on the head, tongue swirling around the tip. Seungmin moans, grip tightening, stomach clenching as he struggles to not buck up again. Jeongin swallows him down, bobbing his head, fingers digging into Seungmin's waist as he blows him almost hungrily. 

Seungmin's chanting his name, broken and wheezy – Jeongin can feel his heel sliding down his back, legs flailing uselessly as Jeongin licks and sucks. 

He wishes he could see, just knows Seungmin must look so pretty as he's given unrelenting pleasure, body arching into Jeongin's persistent mouth. But he's satisfied for now, with the feeling of Seungmin's squirming body under him, his beautiful noises, the way his name sounds coming from Seungmin's mouth, barely understandable as he keeps hiccuping with moans. 

Seungmin's fingers tighten in his hair, to the point of pain, Jeongin reaching up to tug his hand off. Seungmin whines, helplessly bucking up into his mouth, thighs squeezing his head.

"Iyen– ah! I'm– baby, oh god– gonna c– coming, coming, co– fuck fuck fuck–"

Seungmin comes with a loud whine, hips bucking up until Jeongin's gagging, the head brushing the back of his throat. Still, he stays right where he is, swallowing as his mouth is flooded with come. He sucks until Seungmin whimpers and nudges at his face, slowly letting his soft cock slide out of his mouth. 

He slumps down onto the couch as Seungmin relaxes, panting against his thigh. He doesn't even realize he was grinding against the couch until his orgasm slams into him out of nowhere, hips bucking frantically as he comes in his pants, moaning weakly and mouthing at Seungmin's skin. 

Then it's just the sound of them both catching their breaths, Jeongin staying limp with his face pressed to Seungmin's thigh, trembling from the aftershocks. Seungmin breathes heavily above him, moving Jeongin's head with the force of it. 

"Up here. Come up here." Seungmin finally croaks, shakily gripping Jeongin's shoulder and trying to tug him up. 

Jeongin goes weakly, immediately pressing his face to Seungmin's neck. Whines when he feels Seungmin cup his softening dick, squirming away from the overstimulation. 

"Did you–?" Seungmin chokes, tilting to stare at Jeongin with wide eyes.

Jeongin flushes, swallows hard before nodding. Seungmin groans, head tipping back, eyes squeezing shut, looking physically in pain.

"Fucking hell."

"Felt good." Jeongin mumbles, voice hoarse, nuzzling harder against Seungmin's neck. "Making you come. In my mouth."

"Oh god, I'm lightheaded." Seungmin whimpers, shakily cupping Jeongin's face and pushing him back to stare at him. "You're gonna kill me, Yang Jeongin, what the fuck?"

"Can I kiss you?" Jeongin asks dazedly, staring at Seungmin's mouth. Seungmin groans again before yanking him into a kiss, tongue licking into his mouth, seemingly uncaring about the taste of his own come. 

The Couch Incident, as Jeongin's brain lovingly dubs it, seems to open the floodgates. 

He can't get enough. A permanent switch turned on, his brain and dick finally computing the fact that he wants to touch his boyfriend, wants to make him feel good, wants to see him shaking and writhing in pleasure. 

He feels like a teenager again, feels like when he was with his girlfriend, that craving that had felt like a distant memory. Like a warped memory, made to seem bigger than it was.

It wasn't, he knows now. Because this hunger is even worse, his fingers itching to touch Seungmin all the time. 

Face buried against Seungmin's neck as he brushes his teeth, turning him around and plopping him against the sink countertop the moment he's done, legs flailing on his shoulders as Jeongin sucks him off. 

Yanking Seungmin into his lap during movie nights, chaste kisses turning into a heated makeout session, followed by Jeongin grinding Seungmin down onto his thigh, fingers digging into that tiny waist as he watches his boyfriend fall apart. 

Post nap cuddles getting wet and messy, Jeongin draped over Seungmin's squirmy body, sucking on his tongue as he jerks them both off with a hand wrapped around their cocks. 

Jeongin jumping him the moment he comes out of the shower, bending him over the couch and eating him out until Seungmin's legs are shaking, face wet with tears, gripping the headrest hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. 

He just can't stop touching. Can't stop craving, wanting Seungmin to feel good all the time. Seungmin tries to reciprocate, but Jeongin usually comes before he can even touch him, getting off on Seungmin's flushed and pretty face, his trembling body, the way his limbs turn useless with pleasure. 

Even when Seungmin blows him Jeongin is more focused on his face, the drool dribbling down his mouth, eyes tearing up as he gags on Jeongin's cock. Until he can't take it, pulling Seungmin off and tossing him onto the bed, tugging on his cock until he comes all over Seungmin's body, before leaning down and proceeding to make Seungmin really cry, see him shaking and overwhelmed. 

"You really made me think you would have been okay without sex for the rest of your life." Jeongin grumbles, two of them cuddling after yet another movie night that turned into Jeongin making Seungmin come with his mouth. He can't even keep track of how many times they've defiled the couch at this point. 

"You wanna spend the rest of your life with me?" Seungmin grins, flushed and lazy, and so devastatingly pretty, even with that stupid smug ass grin. 

"Don't redirect." Jeongin snips, feeling his face burn. Seungmin's smile softens into something fond, hand coming up to gently cup his cheek. 

"I really would have, if you never wanted it. This is just… you know. Being fine without dessert but eating it happily if it's offered." 

"Are you calling me dessert?"

"My tasty bread." Seungmin coos, shifting closer and kissing him. Jeongin shudders as he feels Seungmin's leg slot between his, pressing closer still and kissing back hungrily. 

He wakes up one morning hot and sweating, blinking up at the ceiling as flashes of his dream flick through his mind. 

Seungmin, under him, as always. Pretty and flushed. Eyes glassy, mouth trembling as he pants and moans. Begging for him, please, baby, please move please please–

Fuck.

Jeongin rips off his blanket, getting up on shaky legs and tumbling into the bathroom. The shower is barely on before he wraps a hand around his cock and jerks off, biting his fist to muffle his moans, not wanting Seungmin to hear him. 

They slept in their own rooms last night, Seungmin already out cold by the time Jeongin got home from the gym. He'd been stressed the past few weeks, holed up in his room, gently asking for space as he finished up his exams and projects. Jeongin didn't want to risk waking him up, always such a light sleeper, so he opted to just sleep in his bed again, even though he knew his boyfriend was done with the hard part of his semester. 

When he gets out he finds Seungmin sleepily shuffling out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He ducks into his own room before Seungmin can see him, sitting on his bed in his towel and staring off for a bit, before finally getting ready for his class, all while still only able to think about his dream. 

Seungmin's in the kitchen once he's ready and more settled, hair dripping as he munches on some cereal. He looks up when Jeongin shuffles in, eyes crinkling with a smile. 

Jeongin's heart squeezes. 

"Hi, baby."

"Morning." He croaks, pressing a kiss to his forehead before walking to the fridge, pulling out the jug of juice and pouring himself a glass. It's quiet as he sips, watching Seungmin shove spoonfuls of cereal in his mouth. 

A trail of milk slides down the side of his mouth, Seungmin wiping it carelessly with his sleeve. It makes Jeongin lick his lips, warmth pooling in his stomach. Then he catches himself, and decides that's enough. 

"Hyung, are you free today?"

"Hm? I'm having lunch with the 00's but other than that, yeah." 

Jeongin nods, putting his glass in the sink before circling back to stand beside Seungmin. Seungmin blinks at him, eyes big and round, and Jeongin feels that familiar hunger clawing his throat. 

"After I finish class and after your lunch, in the evening…"

"Yeah?"

"Can I fuck you?"

Seungmin makes a choked off noise before coughing, Jeongin scrambling for his glass of water and patting his back as he drinks it. Feels a wave of deja vu, only laughing once Seungmin recovers.

"I waited till you weren't eating this time."

"Choked on air, fuck." Seungmin coughs, voice hoarse. Covers his face and leans over the kitchen island, groaning softly. "God, I'm lightheaded."

"I was just trying to give you notice. I know you like a heads up."

"Thanks. It's appreciated. Truly. I'll definitely be able to focus on other stuff after having you spring this on me." 

Jeongin grins, sliding his hand down Seungmin's back, slow and sensuous, before wrapping his arm around his waist. He already knows it's gonna be a yes, but can't help being a little shit.

"So?"

"You already know the answer, you asshole. Fuck you."

"Actually, I'm trying to–"

"Shut up." Seungmin hisses, red in the face, smacking Jeongin's chest as Jeongin cackles at him. Jeongin tugs him into a kiss, fingers itching at the way Seungmin immediately melts into it, kissing him back. 

He pulls back slowly, watching the way Seungmin's eyes take a bit longer to flutter open, blinking dazedly. He's barely done anything and his boyfriend is already like this. It drives him insane. 

"Don't you have class?"

"Yeah." Jeongin mumbles, making no move to pull away, leaning over to kiss him again. Seungmin huffs a laugh against his lips, kissing him back briefly before leaning away, cupping his face. 

"Go to class." 

Jeongin sighs, sliding his hands off, pinching Seungmin's side just for the fun of it, grinning at his yelp before turning away. 

"Your cereal is soggy now, by the way."

"Shit! You asshole." Seungmin grumbles at Jeongin's back. Jeongin just laughs, slinging his bookbag up his shoulder before walking out the door. 

He barely makes it down the stairs before pausing, staring at the road. His brain is still providing him flashes of his dream, and he stands there, realizing that no way in hell is he going to be able to focus in class. 

He's never skipped, not since befriending Seungmin, his hyung's diligence rubbing off on him. 

Speaking of rubbing off… 

Jeongin sighs, scrubbing his face with his hands. He pulls out his phone and texts the one classmate he's friendly with in that course, asking him to please send him his notes for today. Then he turns around and bounds back up the stairs, hastily opening the door and striding inside. 

Seungmin is still in the kitchen, face planted on the island with his hands in his hair like he was in the middle of a breakdown. He springs up to look at Jeongin, blinking wide-eyed. 

It only makes Jeongin even more impatient, always enjoying the sight of Seungmin breaking from his usual prim and proper behavior. And knowing it's because of him is always a headrush. 

"Sorry. I know I said I was giving you a heads up but," Jeongin drops his bag and walks over to him, sliding his arms around his waist. "I don't think I can wait." 

He kisses him then, tightening his hold and pressing Seungmin against the island. Seungmin moans, hands shakily weaving into his hair, kissing him back. 

"Are you– mhm– skipping class to-to fuck me, Iyen-ah?" 

"I dreamed about you." Jeongin breathes, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Seungmin groans, arms winding around his neck, desperately pressing closer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Fucking you." Jeongin swallows Seungmin's moan, hands sliding to grab his ass, grinding against him. "Wish we slept together last night, could have just– fuck– just rolled over and fucked you."

Seungmin whines, scrabbling closer, thigh pressing against his side as he tries to grind harder. 

"Can I, hyung?"

"God, fuck, yes yes please, baby, please please–" 

Jeongin groans, picking Seungmin up. Seungmin clings to him with a whimper, both of them frantically kissing as Jeongin stumbles towards Seungmin's bedroom. He slams Seungmin against the door, neither of them willing to stop kissing, Seungmin blindly flailing his hand as he tries to find the handle. 

They tumble into his bedroom once he does, Jeongin striding the last few steps to toss Seungmin into his bed. Seungmin lands with a bounce, panting hard as he stares up at him. Jeongin lets himself have his fill of the image, Seungmin flushed and panting, hands trying to tug him down, hair a messy halo around his head. 

Jeongin slumps on top of him, swallowing Seungmin's groan, hands greedily trailing all over his skin. Seungmin clutches onto him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, sucking on his lip and kissing him desperately. 

Jeongin pulls back with a slick noise, lips twitching when Seungmin whines and makes grabby hands. 

"Where's your stuff?"

It takes a second for the question to register, heat pulsing through him at how dazed Seungmin already is. He finally gestures at the drawer, Jeongin hastily opening it and grabbing the bottle of lube and box of condoms, tossing it both on the bed. 

He sees Seungmin yanking off his shirt and does the same, both of them getting naked in record time before crashing into each other again. Jeongin presses Seungmin into the mattress, grabbing his thighs and winding them back around his waist. They rut against each other desperately, Jeongin kissing down Seungmin's neck before sucking on a nipple. Seungmin moans, arching up into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair. 

"Jeonginnie– Iyen-ah, come on– baby–" 

Jeongin just sucks harder, biting at the nub, sliding a hand up to pinch the other one. Seungmin whines, bucking up into him even as he tries to tug Jeongin off his chest. 

"Open me up, come on. You said you were gonna fuck me. Iyennnie–"

"Impatient." Jeongin mumbles, pulling back with a slurp and sucking marks into Seungmin's neck. 

"You skipped class, you freak, just prep me already– ah!" 

Seungmin whines as Jeongin grinds their cocks together, bucking up immediately. Jeongin grins, moving back and reaching for the lube, pouring some on his fingers and warming it, feeling Seungmin's gaze on him like a physical touch. 

He leans down and kisses him, tongue pushing past his lips just as he presses a finger inside, swallowing his moan. Pumps it slowly, relishing in the heat of him, making a protesting noise when Seungmin bites at his lip. 

"Bad dog."

"Fuck you."

"Actually–"

"Do not make that joke again." Seungmin groans, pushing his hips up to meet Jeongin's finger. "Another."

"Bossy." Jeongin says, even as he obliges, stomach warming at the way Seungmin's eyelashes flutter.

"Bitch."

"Cock slut."

"That is rich coming from you, cock sucker."

"Your mother."

"Don't talk about your mother-in-law like thah–" 

Jeongin snorts as he fucks his fingers into Seungmin's spot, even as his heart jumps at the joke. He leans down to kiss Seungmin's slack mouth, slipping another finger and picking up the pace, pumping in and out. Seungmin moans prettily, throat struggling around a swallow, red steadily blooming down his neck and chest. Jeongin slides down to mouth at his nipples, smiling as Seungmin whines louder, meeting his fingers greedily. 

"Shit shit– okay, that's enough, fuck. Iyennie, fuck me, come on–"

"You gonna come?" Jeongin coos, taunting, grinning as Seungmin's hips buck up, cock leaking steadily. "Just from my fingers?"

"Take them out–" Seungmin whines, even as he clenches tight, leg spasming when Jeongin brushes his spot. 

"I like how you feel. You're so warm, hyung."

Seungmin shudders, hand shooting out to grip his wrist, desperately trying to pull him out. 

"Wanna come on your cock–" Jeongin's breath hitches at that, and Seungmin catches it, because of course he does. Looks up at him with his big, glassy eyes, lips parted obscenely as he pants. "Don't you wanna– mhm– feel me come on y-your cock, baby?" 

Jeongin yanks his fingers out that, Seungmin gasping before laughing breathlessly. Jeongin nips at his neck, hand blindly flailing to find the box of condoms. He snags one and sits up, cursing as it drops on the bed, fingers slippery with lube and shaking with arousal. 

"Clumsy baby." Seungmin sighs, sitting up and grabbing the condom, opening it effortlessly. "Here, hyung will do it." 

Jeongin hisses as he rolls it on, long fingers wrapping around his cock and tugging. His hips jerk up, stomach clenching, biting back a moan as Seungmin squeezes. Seungmin looks up at him, eyes twinkling and curving as he smiles. 

"You gonna come?" Seungmin repeats his words tauntingly, tugging on his cock. "Just from my fingers?"

Jeongin shoves him back onto the mattress, pinning his wrists above his head. Seungmin breathes shakily, staring up at him, eyes wide. Jeongin grabs both wrists with one hand and pins them down properly, knowing how much it gets to Seungmin that he can do that. As expected, Seungmin looks even more turned on, straining up to try and kiss him. Jeongin smiles, brushes their noses teasingly, staying just out of reach as he grabs his cock with his other hand, rubbing the tip against Seungmin's hole. 

"Baby… come on." Seungmin whispers, when Jeongin keeps just nudging his hole without pressing in. 

"You want it?" He murmurs, licking at Seungmin's lip, pulling back when Seungmin tries to chase his mouth. Seungmin whines petulantly. 

"Don't you wanna fuck the literal man of your dreams?"

Jeongin groans, rolling his eyes as Seungmin grins at him, smug and shit-eating. 

"I should have never told you that."

"You're obsessed with me."

"Fuck off." 

He sees Seungmin open his mouth, so Jeongin decides to press him down harder and slide his cock inside. He watches Seungmin's face, eyes flicking all over, greedily taking in every expression, every twitch of muscle.

Seungmin's mouth drops open with a moan, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling as Jeongin slowly pushes inch after inch inside. He struggles to swallow, breathing hard, a cute little uh pushing past his lips when Jeongin bottoms out. 

Jeongin shudders, breathing shallowly himself, trying to resist the urge to pound his boyfriend into the mattress. He waits, hips flush against Seungmin's ass, watching his face to see when to move. 

"Stop staring." Seungmin chokes out, face flushed and voice breathy. It makes Jeongin's cock twitch, Seungmin huffing a laugh when he feels it, clenching and making Jeongin groan. "You can move."

"You're pretty." Jeongin mumbles, pulling out before slowly pushing back inside. Seungmin just reddens even more, hands squirming, sighing when Jeongin just tightens his hold.

"Shut up."

Jeongin tends to cringe over sweet talk, but also knows when to use blunt honesty to make Seungmin flustered. He never expects it, and there's something exceptionally pretty about him blushing and squirming from praise while split open on Jeongin's cock. 

"My pretty boyfriend. My prettiest hyung." Jeongin whispers, starting a slow rhythm, breath stuttering when Seungmin clenches again. 

"I'm gonna tell Hyunjin you said that." Seungmin chokes out, blatantly deflecting.

"Go ahead." Jeongin huffs a laugh, fucking in a lot sharper just when Seungmin opens his mouth with a clearly snarky rebuttal. It has him whining loudly instead, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. Jeongin laughs again, picking up the pace of his hips, fucking in deep and hard. "He has Minho hyung to tell him he's pretty."

"Minho hyung thinks–"

"Stop talking about our friends while I'm trying to fuck you stupid." Jeongin interrupts, thrusting hard enough to make the bed shake. The slap of skin on skin is really satisfying, as is the way Seungmin hiccups on a moan, legs tightening around him. 

"Harder then–" Seungmin chokes, panting in time to Jeongin's thrusts, clearly unable to close his mouth. "Harder, fuck–"

Jeongin obliges, grinding in even harder, letting go of Seungmin's wrists to grab his waist, yanking him to meet his cock. Seungmin moans, immediately clutching onto Jeongin,  nails raking down his back. Jeongin hisses, bodily shifting Seungmin into a better angle, grinning when he jerks under him. 

"Right there, right there, Jeonginnie– ah, ah, ah–" 

"You look so pretty when I'm making you feel good." Jeongin says, breathless, feeling sweat roll down as he pounds into his boyfriend's pliant body. Seungmin looks up at him blearily, whining in that sweet voice of his, lips red and swollen from him biting on them.

"You always– make me feel g– ngh– good– mhm–"

"I guess you always look pretty then." Jeongin murmurs, wrapping a hand around Seungmin's cock. Seungmin jolts with a whimper, eyes glassy, face looking so beautifully fucked out it makes Jeongin slam in even harder. He jerks Seungmin off to the pace of his hips, breathless at the way Seungmin writhes, moaning high and needy. 

Dream Seungmin was beautiful, but nothing compares to reality. To the way he looks, all blushy and teary eyed, whining so sweetly, body writhing as he tries desperately to fuck back onto Jeongin's cock. Nothing compares to the way he feels, so wet and warm and good, clenching on his cock, body opening for him so gorgeously, so pliantly. 

Jeongin doesn't know how he ever existed before this, before being between Seungmin's legs, before feeling the way Seungmin's body molded around his cock, before getting to witness Seungmin in the throes of pleasure, all because of him. 

Seungmin clenches tight and warm, body arching, eyes rolling back as he comes, splattering hot and white all over himself and Jeongin's fingers. Jeongin fucks him through it, tugs on his cock until he finishes trembling and moaning. Pulls out shakily, barely getting the condom off and the same come soaked hand around his own cock before he comes too, adding to the mess on Seungmin's skin. 

He barely manages to avoid slumping on top of him, flopping beside him as they both catch their breaths. He feels Seungmin's palm smooth down his back, a comforting warmth against his skin as they come down from their highs. 

Jeongin wipes them both down and cleans up the sheets as best as he can, just enough to stop making Seungmin crinkle his nose disapprovingly in that specific way of his. They lay pressed together, Seungmin staring at the ceiling as he rambles about some inconsequential topic, while Jeongin stares at him. 

Seungmin turns to look at him then, huffing a laugh when they make eye contact. 

"You know you can just kiss me right?"

"What?"

"I've become an expert in your expressions. You have your 'I wanna kiss my boyfriend but don't know how to ask' face on. Just kiss me, babe."

"I don't wanna kiss you." Jeongin grumbles, turning to look at the ceiling. Seungmin snickers, tipping his head back up as well.

"Okay, then."

It's silent for a long moment before Jeongin sighs, cupping Seungmin's face and kissing the smile off his lips. Seungmin giggles against his mouth, kissing him back, humming in satisfaction when Jeongin sucks on his lip. 

"Oh shit." Seungmin says when they break apart, eyes widening. He rolls over and grabs his phone, cursing when he sees the time. "Shit, I have my lunch thing."

"Ditch them." Jeongin scoots closer, kissing Seungmin's neck, already feeling his body start to stir again. "They do it to us all the time."

"You're not wrong but–" Seungmin already sounds breathy, which means it's a win. Jeongin sucks marks into his skin more aggressively, shifting to lay on top of him. "Let me just text them– baby, I can't see– mhm–"

"I'll text, gimme." Jeongin takes the phone from his lax fingers, baring his neck in a clear demand for kisses. Seungmin snorts but obliges, holding his face still as he mouths at his skin. Jeongin shakily types out the text, Seungmin reading it while continuing to nip and kiss.

"You and your 'I love yous,'" Seungmin laughs as Jeongin finishes and tosses his phone back on the table, sounding painfully fond. "Have you even said it outloud to any of them?"

Jeongin turns and smacks a loud kiss to his lips.

"I love you."

Seungmin stares at him, wide-eyed. Jeongin clears his throat and reaches for another condom, frowning when Seungmin snatches it from his hand. 

"I love you too, you dweeb." Seungmin murmurs, a bright red but pretending like he isn't, opening the condom and rolling it on for him again. 

Jeongin huffs a laugh, leaning down to kiss him, slow and deep, smiling at the way he feels Seungmin's fingers falter against his cock. 

He's pretty sure Seungmin's phone is buzzing, sees his eyes flit to it as Jeongin gets situated. He's sufficiently distracted soon enough, when Jeongin parts his legs and pushes back inside, swallowing his moan with a kiss before starting to move. 

Seungmin: hyung can't make lunch sorry love you - jeongin

Hyunjin: WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ON HIS BEHALF? DID YOU KILL HIM? 

Felix: why not i miss him :(

Jisung: bow chicka wow wow

Hyunjin: LMAO pls. they're probably too busy gaming

Felix: WITHOUT ME? 

Jisung: yeah u right. our innocent little flowers. would make the church so proud :') 

Hyunjin: hope i don't see y'all on the news for a murder story

Felix: i wanna game (´;︵;`)