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university does something to even the most extroverted people. walking down hallways full of people you don’t know, not knowing the names of the people in your classes, having to go out of your way to make friends; it did something to hyunjae, it really did. any close friend of his would say that he’s very energetic, but college turned him into something more of a “tired biology student.” the thing about the medical field is that when your ideal career is just working in a hospital, networking isn’t really that useful to you, so hyunjae found himself staying home to study for his next exam more often than he found himself going to parties.
also, hyunjae’s severely impaired vision caught up to him by the time he began the rather delightful course known as “the gut microbiome” sometime back in first year, with about 20 pages of reading that had to be done each night. more often than not, he found himself opting for glasses over contacts because contacts were far more annoying and time consuming to put on every morning. his glasses are a pair of thick-framed black lenses, with a very high prescription (yes, he’s blind blind), and when he put them on, he looked completely different (this white girl back in biology 101 said “oh my god guys, don’t you think that jerry looks like tina from bob’s burgers?” needless to say, he did not appreciate that comment very much. and no one ever unironically calls him jerry, but apparently that white girl couldn’t pronounce jaehyun, so that was that).
he is very aware of the fact that he’s kind of developed this nerdy image for himself, because he spends all of his time hunched over a textbook in the library and he wears big hoodies to class (they’re comfortable. and it’s not like he has time in the morning to pick out a cute outfit when he hardly has enough time to sleep). and he’s okay with this whole nerdy thing, because it’s not like there’s much he can do about it anyways. between his part time job, class, research, and getting enough sleep to be able to function properly, he just doesn’t have the space in his schedule to fit a social life.
speaking of a social life, he’s currently in the middle of flipping through a short reading for the social philosophy class that he’s taking this year to fulfill in his one-course social sciences requirement. hyunjae isn’t particularly interested in social sciences, but this class just made things ten times worse. his professor was a middle aged wasian woman with extremely liberal views (and hyunjae himself is not liberal at all, he hates liberals with a passion, the ham-sic commie kind of passion), and she often went off-topic talking about her personal life under the pretense that “this is a social philosophy class” (yeah right. we know that you just want to talk about your personal life, miss hyewning. her name isn’t actually hyewning; hyunjae just likes to take casual jabs at wasian kpop idols whose careers are kickstarted by nepotism and white privilege. let him giggle a little).
either way, he’s found himself zoning out and getting distracted much more than he did in his other classes. it’s pretty clear that the rest of the class takes the same stance that he does, and it would probably be helpful for miss hyewning, whose real name is actually professor sullivan, to notice their indifference or the way that her 40 or so students were never paying attention, but she was virtually clueless. god, why do white men have to have asian fetishes and then produce children like these?
this thought occurs to hyunjae one day while professor sullivan is talking about some kpop boy group. hyunjae doesn’t know whether she’s talking about sixteen or abandoned boys, but between how annoying she’s being, and the fact that vincent chwe from sixteen is the most white passing wasian in the entire kpop industry, this exact thought forms in his head. he completely ignores whatever chanhee was whispering about “how did changjin even make it into abandoned boys? they just let anyone become an idol these days,” and instead begins to scribble something in his notebook for the gay girl group stan next to him to read.
if her dad didnt have an asian fetish then we wldnt be stuck here rn
he finishes off his little note by drawing a very annoyed-looking emoticon, before tapping chanhee and pointing to the paper.
chanhee takes one look, reads it, and takes a pencil to scribble his own message back.
u never know what if her mom was just craving some of that colonizer dick
the comment makes hyunjae snort loudly, louder than he should have. professor sullivan doesn’t notice, but he’s absolutely mortified anyways. while his wasian teacher is completely clueless, lee juyeon, who’s sitting a couple of seats in front of him with his fraternity friends, looks back and glances at him. it’s a fleeting look, but hyunjae finds himself wanting to crawl into a hole and die anyways.
fuck i’m gna kms, he scribbles.
chanhee, who obviously saw the brief interaction happen between hyunjae and juyeon, scribbles back.
LOL it’s bad for u
he takes one look at the withering glance hyunjae gives him before bursting into a fit of silent giggling. then, he writes something else on hyunjae’s notebook.
theres this halloween party at his frat tomorrow night u shld come
hyunjae frowns, before writing back.
what am i gna wear lol
chanhee thinks for a moment, before writing, you could go as changjin from abandoned boys thats gna ugly-scare a lot of ppl. at the unamused look hyunjae gives him, he rolls his eyes and writes, i can get u a costume.
hyunjae has no excuse to not go, really. he doesn’t have any studying to catch up on and he doesn’t have work tomorrow night. plus, there’s no harm in going and camping at the snack table, right?
ok ill go, he writes.
chanhee gives him a look of shock that quickly turns into triumph. hyunjae doesn’t go to parties, and he certainly would never show up to a frat party that the dude he has some sort of gay crush on is in. it’s not a crush, he tells himself. he just thinks that juyeon is sexy, like unbearably ridiculously sexy, and in the two months that he’s known chanhee, he’s probably used the same tiffany pollard meme about 48 different times. if you go on youtube and type, “i know his dick is big i know it i know it’s big i mean oh my god my heart hurts,” into the search bar, you would immediately find an iconic video of american television star tiffany pollard, her eyes rolling back in her head, her expression some combination between distressed and horny.
it represents hyunjae’s feelings towards lee juyeon quite well. he’s used that tiffany pollard meme so many times that he has it downloaded into his camera roll to have it handy whenever he and chanhee get into those topics. he’s only known chanhee for two months because of this stupid class, but they’re already unbelievably close. he’s aware that it’s a rather strange pairing, the bio major with no life and the social butterfly sociology major, but he and chanhee get along well, maybe a bit too well.
after class is over, chanhee and hyunjae exit the building together. it’s a rather cloudy day, and there’s this faint scent of rain in the air, but chanhee says, “i wanna try the new sweetgreen bowl. please, hyunjae, come with me. pleaseeee,” and hyunjae can’t find an excuse to get out of this (yes he can, he has an essay due tomorrow at 8 am, but he likes spending time with chanhee more than he likes to admit).
he follows the pink-haired boy to the sweetgreen location across the street from their campus. chanhee even buys hyunjae a nice kale salad with chicken and croutons and this really nice dressing.
they’re nearly finished with their salads when it begins to rain. hard.
“oh, that looks really bad,” chanhee says, grimacing.
thunder crashes violently in the distance. hyunjae looks at his finished salad dejectedly. “i guess we’re stuck here.”
“you love being stuck with me!” chanhee says, grinning.
hyunjae tries his best not to roll his eyes. “right.”
“hey, keep up that attitude and i’ll give you an ugly costume to wear to that party tomorrow.”
“oh please, i can’t imagine what you were possibly originally going to make me wear anyways.”
“i have something really nice in mind, actually, but i'm not gonna give it to you if you keep acting like you have ten sticks up your ass.”
hyunjae’s about to reply, but he doesn’t get to, because the door opens and a couple of players on the american football team come inside. it’s obvious that practice just ended for them and they needed somewhere to hide from the rain.
and low and behold, it’s sunwoo, juyeon, younghoon, and eric. as they come in, the door chimes ring loudly and their footsteps and loud breathing fills the rather empty room. chanhee turns his head to see the source of the noise, and the moment his eyes land on sunwoo, his head snaps back towards hyunjae, and he blinks several times, his eyebrows raised in #that chanhee signature expression.
as the four athletes stand in front of the counter awkwardly and stare at the menu on the screens, chanhee looks at hyunjae with a shit eating grin on his face. “well,” he says, and hyunjae takes a sudden interest in the one remaining crouton left on his plate.
juyeon turns, and hyunjae can see his soaked t-shirt clinging to his chest from the corner of his eye. he takes his fork and pushes at his crouton sullenly. “i should’ve brought my umbrella.”
“i don’t think the forecast even said it was going to rain today,” says chanhee. “do you want to run to my dorm? it’s like a block away and you can camp there until the rain clears.”
“i need to finish my paper,” hyunjae says. when chanhee gives him a look that says, really? he says, “i’m serious! it’s due tomorrow morning and i still haven’t finished writing it.”
he’s acutely aware of how quiet it is in the little sweetgreen, the shop silent except for the five customers and the part time worker behind the counter, who’s busy washing something in the sink.
“ugh fine. but you’re gonna come over tomorrow to get ready with me for the halloween party tomorrow at the kada house, right?”
hyunjae almost flinches at the way chanhee says it especially loudly, and the way sunwoo and juyeon turn their heads to glance at them. “yeah,” he says. “i can meet you at yours at 4.”
chanhee claps excitedly. “okay! i’ll have your costume ready.”
“if you make me go as annoying orange-”
chanhee gasps, offended. “now why would i do that?”
“well, it seems like something you would do.”
“hyung, who do you take me to be?”
when the rain clears, hyunjae nearly runs out of the sweetgreen, chanhee in tow. the awkwardness inside the store was awful. when he bids chanhee farewell and heads home to do his essay, his mind is filled with lee juyeon, with his undercut and wet shirt sticking to his chest and the mirth dancing in his eyes as he smiled.
the thought leaves his mind by the time he falls asleep at three am the next morning after turning in his paper on turnitin dot com. it’s certainly no longer there at 4 pm when he heads over to chanhee’s place, his mind more focused on the fact that he keeps touching his face every two seconds because he’s not used to the feeling of wearing contacts and not having his big ass glasses on his face.
however, juyeon’s face enters his mind again when chanhee holds out the costume, and hyunjae just gapes at it. his face flushes deeply, and he purses his lips.
chanhee pouts at hyunjae’s constipated expression. “come on, just put it on. it’s a fucking frat party and everyone’s gonna be wearing shit crazier than this. plus, you’re gonna wear your long ass coat over it when we go over anyways.”
“you’re telling me to dress up as an oversexualized version of a hare,” hyunjae squeaks.
chanhee frowns. “it’s a bunny. and it’s not like you have your ass out on the open or anything!”
“a hare is a bunny!”
“okay, whatever. just put it on!”
hyunjae doesn’t know how, but somehow, chanhee manages to convince him to put on the lingerie. he also somehow manages to get hyunjae to put on a pair of white thigh highs. hyunjae expects himself to feel extremely homophobic when he looks in the mirror, but surprisingly, he doesn’t look like a hairy gay man at pride. he doesn't even go to pride (he does belong to the most embarrassing letter of the lgbt acronym anyway, so there really isn't much to be proud of.)
“see, you look so good! who wouldn’t wanna fuck those thighs?” chanhee says, pleased with himself. when hyunjae shoots him a mortified look, he cackles. “come here, let me do your makeup.”
so hyunjae does kind of have snsd legs. so what? he just likes shaving his legs. and it did pay off in the end, because if he could say so himself, he definitely looks pretty good in this lingerie. he can totally pass as one of those yesstyle models.
chanhee seems to agree. “you’re definitely getting laid today,” he says as he brushes something over hyunjae's eyelids. when hyunjae shoots him a glare, he squawks loudly. “stop! don’t move. i’m going to mess up your eyeshadow!”
good god, he’s definitely going to camp at the snack table the whole night.
the kada house is rather large and houses approximately twenty to thirty young korean-american men. today, however, it seems that these korean-american men have some not-so korean-american company. in other words, there’s a lot of people at this party.
hyunjae relaxes when he realizes that there are people dressed in more ridiculous things than he is. in fact, he would even say his costume was more on the normal side compared to some of these other costumes (with all due respect, how do you manage to combine cruella de ville with sofia the first of all things in a single costume?).
chanhee seems to know quite a few people, because as soon as they walk in, they’re approached by a tiny little man who introduces himself as changmin.
“you guys can drop your stuff up upstairs in my room!” he says, and hyunjae resists the urge to reach forward and smush his dimples. he’s just soooo cute.
removing his coat and standing with his bare legs and shoulders to foreign air is rather unpleasant for hyunjae, especially when he looks over to see chanhee’s girl from nowhere costume. why did chanhee have to give himself the good costume? his nanno wig is secured fast to his head and his skirt isn’t too short. wait, nevermind. chanhee just pulled up the skirt. it’s meant to be high waisted. yep, it’s definitely too short.
“i wasn’t going to have you be a twink alone,” he says.
“you’re the only twink in here,” hyunjae mutters, but chanhee is already flouncing out of the room.
they meet up with changmin, who hyunjae notes to him himself, is really cute. he’s dressed as some sort of cartoon character that hyunjae forgot the name of. you’re so cute, hyunjae wants to say, but he stays quiet instead. introversion and having no life has done a number on the capacity of his social battery and his ability to voice out his thoughts.
“me and the other guys are in the patio. you wanna come?” changmin asks, and before hyunjae can say anything, chanhee says, “of course. come on hyunjae, let’s go.”
hyunjae is glad that he didn’t take off his white sneakers when they entered the kada house, because the patio is just a little outdoor area with grass and some chairs. gathered on benches and chairs are various men from the kada house, all laughing and joking with red plastic cups in their hands.
“hyunjae, chanhee, meet my roommate, juyeon,” says changmin.
the hairs on hyunjae’s neck stand on end when he hears juyeon’s name, but he plays it cool by turning around and throwing juyeon a half-hearted wave, as if he really doesn’t care to be there. but good god, does he not mean it. juyeon is dressed as the fucking mafia, as in full-on, itzy, italian-offending mafia, leather all over and his undercut neatly gelled and tattoos that hyunjae didn’t even know he hand on his hands and arms.
if there was any moment in which hyunjae could literally sit on juyeon and have his way, it would be now. but instead, he chooses to sit down on the stool nearby and preoccupy himself by scrolling through pubmed.
yes, hyunjae scrolls through pubmed for fun. it’s not like he has any friends to talk to on social media, and he hates seeing people have fun, so he looks at pubmed in his spare time. call him a fucking loser, but it is what it is.
“are you seriously looking at fancy science papers while we’re at a party?” chanhee asks him.
acutely aware of juyeon’s presence two feet away, hyunjae blushes scarlet. “what do you want me to do?”
chanhee rolls his eyes. “i got you a drink. and changmin said we’re playing spin the bottle.”
spin the bottle. hyunjae doesn’t quite remember what that game is about, but it doesn’t sound that bad, so he just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. it burns his throat, but he ignores the feeling and says, “sounds okay.”
it’s definitely not okay about ten minutes later when some dude (who, if hyunjae can remember correctly, is known as jacob) spins the beer bottle and the heineken cap points straight towards hyunjae.
“third one in a row! it needs to be a french kiss,” changmin screeches. okay, maybe changmin isn’t as cute as he thought he was. he has the voice of a demon and he’s downright evil.
from the corner of his eye, hyunjae is suddenly acutely aware of juyeon’s eyes searing into the side of his skull. he’s watching hyunjae. he’s going to see him kiss jacob. french kiss jacob.
don’t misunderstand, jacob is gorgeous . he’s blond, tan, muscular, and has this beautiful million-dollar smile. an absolute heartthrob; hyunjae’s heard so many stories about heartbroken girls and guys who wanted jacob but were rejected with soft words and kind but sad eyes. he’s a fucking dream. but he’s not juyeon.
jacob’s eyes are like molten lava. it’s such a shame that hyunjae’s dick can pretty much only rise for juyeon these days. he’s sitting in front of hyunjae, broad shoulders and golden skin and million dollar smile, and hyunjae can’t help think, god, what a shame.
he notices that jacob is sitting back and waiting expectantly, almost as if he’s waiting for hyunjae to do something. hyunjae realizes that jacob is expecting him to lean into him, so he rises onto his knees and shuffles forward slightly. everyone’s eyes are on them, and jacob is smiling a small smile, mirth dancing in his eyes as he regards hyunjae crouching over him. he feels like jacob is expecting him to be nervous, elated even, because the way the corner of his lip curls up slightly is the slightest bit cocky, but hyunjae admits that he has the right to be. he’s gorgeous, he really is.
“setting the timer for one minute,” changmin says. “three, two, one, go.”
soft lips melt into his, and hyunjae leans into them. and god, does it feel good. he’s not been kissed or touched in so long, and when jacob puts one hand on his bare waist, he thinks for a second, god, maybe juyeon isn’t the only one who can make him feel that way. jacob’s mouth and tongue is rough and gentle at the same time, and he kisses hyunjae with so much fervor that hyunjae grips onto his shoulders to steady himself.
he’s so aware of everyone’s looks, and from behind him, someone, probably sunwoo, whistles softly. hyunjae discovers that he likes the feeling of being watched more than he would like to admit. just the feeling of juyeon’s eyes on his, juyeon watching jacob kiss him, and-
a shrill ring erupts from his right, and hyunjae pulls away quickly as his head turns towards the source of the noise. he sees changmin go to turn off the ringer of his phone, and when he looks up, his eyes meet juyeon’s coal black ones. that look. it’s something hyunjae’s never seen before. he wants to know what exactly is going through juyeon’s head, but the intensity of the other man’s gaze forces him to turn away and head back to his little stool. this time, when hyunjae sits, he sits with his back a little more arched and his legs spread slightly. the alcohol is getting to him. confidence that wasn’t there before is staring to surface.
“hyung,” chanhee whispers. “hyung.”
hyunjae looks over to chanhee and says, “mm?”
“i left the shorts for my costume upstairs,” chanhee whispers. “uhm, can you get it for me? and my phone? i forgot to bring them, and i don’t want to walk up the stairs like … this.”
hyunjae nods. when he gets up and leaves, he’s aware of the charcoal black eyes that follow him as he leaves the patio and closes the door behind him.
changmin’s room is in the exact state they left it in. changmin’s own bed is a mess, but the bed next to his is made. hyunjae sees a familiar sports bag on the ground next to the smooth white sheets. is that-
as if on cue, the door swings open, and the hairs on hyunjae’s neck stand on end for the second time that night. he doesn’t stiffen, he doesn’t want the newcomer to witness a visible reaction from him. so he just stands there.
quiet and slow footsteps approach him from behind, then stop. silence hangs over the two of them. hyunjae doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. he pretends that he pays the footsteps no mind. slightly tipsy, he bends over and unzips chanhee’s bag, beginning to search for something he knows he actually isn’t trying to find.
but when he stands back up, he’s suddenly aware of the presence right behind him. our newcomer is so close to hyunjae that he’s virtually breathing down hyunjae’s neck.
“are you just going to stand there?” lee juyeon purrs.
god, his voice. all of hyunjae’s instincts are screaming at him to run, but instead, he just says, “if you want, i can leave.”
“it’s not about what i want,” juyeon says. he pauses for a second to let hyunjae figure out what he means, but when hyunjae doesn’t respond, he says, “what do you want? because i already know what i want.”
those words are loaded. taken out of context, they’re meaningless, but in this particular situation, hyunjae is just too aware of the way juyeon is standing too close to his barely covered body and the the way the tone of juyeon’s voice is lower than it usually is.
this moment doesn’t feel real. the shocking actuality of the moment makes hyunjae slowly sober up. good god, this is actually happening.
he turns around to face the younger man, raising his chin in challenge. “i’m not sure i do, actually.”
god, juyeon is gorgeous tonight. he’s all piercings and fake tattoos and sharp jawline clenched, as if he’s suppressing something that is threatening to burst out any second. but hyunjae doesn’t get a chance to appreciate juyeon to the fullest, because not even a second after those words came out of his mouth, his back is against the wall and juyeon’s forehead is against his.
the slightly larger man of the two closes his eyes and breathes in sharply, before saying, “tell me i’m crazy. tell me i’m going crazy and that i misread everything.”
hyunjae swallows. “i’m not a liar,” he says.
“refuse me. push me away.”
hyunjae looks into juyeon’s eyes and suddenly feels small. he feels like he’s being cornered by a prowling lion. something inside juyeon is going to snap, and when it snaps, it’s not going to be pretty. but still, the older makes no move to leave or push him away. he simply says, another, “no.”
juyeon’s eyes grow darker. “kick me or tell me to fuck off. do something. refuse me.”
“no.”
“you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“what could you possibly d-”
he’s cut off by a cry that makes its way out of his mouth as he suddenly feels lips on his neck and two hands on his ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing and pulled and oh god, he can’t help but nearly let his knees give out from under him and gasp for breath as teeth and lips make a mess of the left side of his neck.
“i’m going to be honest with you,” juyeon growls, as he gives hyunjae’s ass a particularly hard squeeze, causing hyunjae to let out a small squeak. “i’ve been wanting you to get on your knees and beg for my dick the second i fucking saw you.”
the obscene and vulgar quality of this confession (he didn’t even know people said these kinds of things out loud) makes hyunjae dizzy. he grips onto juyeon’s shoulders to steady himself as a small whimper leaves his mouth.
“but you never even fucking looked at me,” juyeon says, his hands latching onto the lace of the lingerie as the lips and teeth on his neck quicken in pace. “you just sat there and took notes like the good little model student you are. and now you showed up today looking like this—” something dangerous flashes through his eyes “—and now you come into my bedroom.”
“i was getting something for chanhee.”
“so tell me you don’t want me.”
“no.”
“then tell me what you want from me.”
hyunjae swallows. “fuck me,” he says quietly.
“sorry what? i didn’t quite hear that.” a sadistic smile creeps onto juyeon’s face.
“i said, fuck me.”
“you can do better than that.”
and it strikes him that juyeon meant it literally earlier when he said he wants hyunjae to get on his knees and beg. beg for him to ruin him and make him forget his own name. beg for him to grab him and have his way with him until he was crying real tears.
hyunjae has wanted this moment for so long, wanted it to happen since he saw lee juyeon walk through the doors of that classroom in his black t-shirt and jeans, but he’s frozen. his hand is shaking. he doesn’t realize how scared he looks until juyeon pulls away from him.
“there’s no way this would be your first time, would it?” he asks, searching hyunjae’s eyes for an answer. when he gets no response, he says, “i need words, gorgeous.”
“uh,” hyunjae says eloquently. “um.”
“do you want to talk?”
hyunjae manages a small nod. in that dark room, the sound of the party rages on downstairs, while trucks and cars rush through the highway outside the glass panes leading to the balcony. it’s to this exact balcony that juyeon’s leads him to, holding his hand gently.
it’s shockingly calm and serene despite the rushing of the cars and the faint sound of the bass booming downstairs. juyeon leans against the banister and faces him.
“i don’t know where to start,” he admits. “are you sure you’re okay with this?”
hyunjae manages another slow nod. he opens his mouth, trying to form words, but before he can even say anything, he’s cut off by a low chuckle from juyeon. “you’re so cute,” juyeon says.
hyunjae can’t help but squeal and bury his face in juyeon’s chest.
“you’re just so gorgeous,” juyeon whispers as he holds hyunjae’s head on his chest. “wanted to fuck you the minute i saw you.”
hyunjae turns beet red and buries his face impossibly further into juyeon’s chest. it makes juyeon laugh. “you’re so cute,” he whispers again, and the words make hyunjae feel like he’s floating.
he pulls back to look into juyeon’s eyes, and he’s suddenly aware of the way their bodies are pressed flush against each other.
“i don’t want to hurt you,” juyeon admits. “but i also want to give you want you want.”
“why not do both?” hyunjae whispers.
he still can’t believe this is happening to him. in the darkness of the night, hyunjae can see desire flickering in juyeon’s eyes, and god, he just wants this man so bad. he wants him so terribly, has wanted him to pin him down and fuck him into a mattress for the longest time, to make him cry and sob and beg until his throat was raw and his voice was gone.
“i know we haven't spoken much,” juyeon says, licking his lips, “but if this is what you want, i’m not going to say no.”
“then what’s stopping you right now?”
“you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. you don’t know what i’ve imagined doing to you.”
the words make hyunjae shudder. “then tell me.”
juyeon leans in so that his lips are against hyunjae’s ear. “when you walked in, i wanted to tear your panties right off of you and fuck you in front of everyone.”
oh my god. hyunjae clutches juyeon’s biceps to stabilize himself. juyeon’s words shoot through his body weaken his knees. god, if he doesn’t hold on, he’s going to fall.
“but i didn’t. when you kissed jacob-" he pauses "-i was ready to grab you and bend you over a chair. right in front everyone. show jacob that your pretty little lips are too good to be on his. but now we’re here, and instead of fucking you in front of our classmates, how about i fuck you in front of the entire city?”
hyunjae lets a wretched sob out of his throat. “god, please, please. i want it. want it so bad,” he says.
“beg harder.”
hyunjae gives juyeon an incredulous look full of desperation and disbelief. tears are beginning to form in his eyes. he’s wanted this moment for so long and it’s being dangled in front of his nose, unreachable.
“don’t catch an attitude with me,” juyeon says. he’s being so mean right now. so fucking mean, this is so goddamn cruel.
“what do you want me to do?” hyunjae sobs out. “what do you want from me?”
“you have to tell me what you want from me. tell me exactly word for word what you want from me. and you have to beg for each one. i want to see tears ,” juyeon takes hyunjae’s jaw in his hand and forces his chin up. “understand?”
“yes,” hyunjae whispers.
“then show me.”
“want you to fuck me,” hyunjae says. “want you to hold me against the wall and fill me up with your cum until- until-”
“until what?”
“until- until i’m pregnant,” hyunjae whispers.
something flashes in juyeon’s eyes. “you’re a sick little freak,” he says. “you want me to trap you? fill you up with my babies?”
“yes, please.” hyunjae’s full on sobbing at this point. months of pent up sexual frustration and desperation are all being let loose.
“crying now? want it that bad?”
any shame hyunjae had before has been thrown out the window. “yes please. want your cock in me, wanted it inside for so long. please.”
“where do you want it?”
“in the room, please. it’s so cold here.”
“you want me to warm you up? with my dick?”
god, juyeon sounds so smug. he’s so cocky, such a goddamn asshole, but it makes hyunjae want him more. the way he looks at hyunjae, like he’s simultaneously his next meal but the only thing in the world at the same time.
“want it,” hyunjae says. and now his shame is really out the window. he presses himself close to juyeon and says, “fuck me on your bed and knock me up, please please please-”
next thing he knows, his feet aren’t on the floor anymore, and he hears a drawing door open and close, before his back hits a mattress and something is pulling at the panties of his costume, pulling and pulling until-
RIP!
oh god.
and now there’s something wet on his ass, something rough and wet, and it’s moving. hyunjae lets out a loud cry and spasms violently, but large hands grip his hips and hold them in place.
“stay still,” juyeon growls, before promptly returning to eating hyunjae’s ass.
hyunjae whimpers, his head thrashing back and forth on the bed. “oh my god,” he garbles. “s’ good. so good. oh my god, juyeon, o-oh! ”
juyeon grabs his ass cheeks and spreads them further apart, before leaning over and taking something out of his drawer. oh. lube. hyunjae watches as he spreads it over his thick fingers, before he feels the finger prod at his asshole.
juyeon leans up and takes hyunjae’s lips in his mouth. and god, this must be what heaven feels like. hyunjae wraps his arms around juyeon’s neck and presses his lips back, but juyeon can’t stop sucking on hyunjae’s lower lip.
it’s such a messy kiss, and as juyeon abandons his lip to mouth along the side of his neck, a second finger comes in, making hyunjae gasp and grip juyeon tighter. he’s never done this before, and the stretch burns more than it feels good. however, the feeling of juyeon’s lips against his neck distracts him, and he lets out a moan as juyeon bites down.
“like you all split open,” he grunts against hyunjae’s collarbone. “that’s gonna be me soon. i’m gonna be inside of you.”
hyunjae can’t do anything but nod and let out little noises. each time juyeon’s finger pushes in and out, he lets out an “oh,” or an “ah” and jerks slightly.
suddenly, juyeon takes hyunjae’s legs and forcibly bends them, holding them back and apart as if hyunjae is some sort of foldable pamphlet. the new position makes things easier for him, but it’s not so good for hyunjae, because when juyeon says, “hold it,” hyunjae is tasked with holding open his own legs as if he is putting his asshole and dick on display.
and the third finger. and the fourth. at one point, juyeon’s full on fisting him, and fat tears are streaming down hyunjae’s cheeks.
“please just give it to me, i wan’ it, want dick, please please, want to be pregnant, i’m clean, please please,” he garbles.
“i’m clean too, but you’re gonna have to beg harder.”
“please,” hyunjae sobs. “want your kids, want you to fuck me until i can’t walk, use me as your little breeding bitch, please- oh.”
his eyes rolls back in his head as juyeon’s cock finally, finally slides into his ass, and god, it feels like he’s being split in two. he sobs pathetically.
“fucking whore. you’re crying. you’re that desperate?”
“yes, wan’ it so bad, please, want you to breed me and knock me up-”
but he doesn’t get to finish, because suddenly, juyeon slams upward, making hyunjae scream, a high pitched, shrill noise that rings throughout the room but is drowned out by the noise downstairs and the rushing of the highway outside. the pace he sets is ruthless, pounding into hyunjae like he’s some sort of object of self satisfaction.
“always so studious and smart huh? paying attention in class, taking notes, being such a good boy. you make the dean’s list every year. you have no idea how much that man goes on and on about you during practice. hyunjae, my best student, the best student i ever had. wonder what he would say if he knew you were spreading your legs for me and letting yourself get knocked up.”
it’s so fucking embarrassing. but he likes it. he likes being fucked this way, as if juyeon was hanging onto the tiniest sliver of self control by a precarious thread, and the thread snapped. hyunjae chokes out a sob.
“kind of irresponsible of you, isn’t it? letting me get you pregnant. don’t you have responsibilities, hyunjae? don’t you have your entire career in front of you? and here you are, ruining it all for one dick up your ass. is my dick that good? is it good?”
when hyunjae doesn’t respond and only keeps sobbing, juyeon slams up harder and roars, “answer me!”
“yes, so good, oh- so good! there, right there!” hyunjae cries as he sees white. sparks behind his eyes ignite and crackle. his sobs become louder as he pushes his hips down to meet juyeon’s. that’s the spot. juyeon’s hit it, and now he won’t stop hitting it.
“tell me how good it is.”
“it’s so good. would do anything for it- oh! please, please.”
juyeon’s handsome face morphs into a sadistic sneer. “fucking whore.”
and those words, combined with the speed of juyeon’s dick hitting his prostate and the almost predatory look juyeon has in his eyes is what pushes him over the edge. he sobs harder as he cums. it’s so much.
“please, want it inside. cum inside. want to be filled up with your babies. please.” hyunjae’s voice comes out weak. “want everyone to know that i’m yours.”
and juyeon’s hips shudder, once, twice, before he lets out a low grunt. hyunjae feels warmth inside him, filling him up to the brim, and good god, he feels full.
sensitive and disoriented, hyunjae can barely make out juyeon collapsing next to him. he simply twitches, aftershocks coursing through his body. he’s floating. he’s in heaven.
he feels juyeon’s hands pull his thighs apart. “god, so pretty,” he hears, and he doesn’t have the energy to respond with anything besides a pathetic whimper as white trickles out of his ass and makes a mess of the sheets underneath him.
he doesn’t know how long he lies there, but when he comes to, the sound of the shower in the bathroom is on, and hyunjae is hit with the shocking reality of what he just did. panic strikes him, and he completely forgets why he came upstairs in the first place. god, he’s so stupid. when juyeon gets out of that shower, he’s going to tell hyunjae to get out.
he might as well do himself and juyeon and favor and leave. good god, how many other people has juyeon done this with? on this very bed, on the wall? how many people has he mindlessly fucked stupid before never speaking to them again? because why would juyeon, the football player with men, women, and all sorts of people falling at his feet, want anything to do with hyunjae, the biology major with no friends?
he needs to get out of here now. but the lingerie, the only peace of clothing covering his bottom half, is torn, and even if his coat is long, he does not want to go outside in the frigid air with his dick uncovered.
chanhee’s shorts.
he rummages through chanhee’s bag, before finding the shorts. putting them on hastily, he scours the room frantically for his jacket. he manages to find it draped over a chair. quickly putting on the jacket, he makes for the door and closes it behind him just as the shower stops.
as he speedwalks down the hallway, he digs out his phone from his pocket and types a quick text to chanhee that something came up and that he needs to go. he needs to get out of this party, and quick.
meanwhile, downstairs in the patio, chanhee has forgotten about hyunjae. he’s having so much fun that he almost doesn’t notice juyeon walking in, his hair wet and his eyes searching amongst the crowd. he doesn’t seem to find who he’s looking for, because he immediately turns and tries to leave. he doesn’t get very far, because sunwoo yells, “juyeon! where are you going?”
chanhee pouts at sunwoo’s diverted attention, but pays it no mind after a couple of seconds. when sunwoo turns back to him and smiles again, any thoughts he had before fade from his mind.
hyunjae wakes up sometime the next afternoon on his bed with a dull ache in his backside and a growling stomach. he drags himself out of bed, and discovers in disgust that there is a dried white substance running down the inside of his thighs. oh, right. i fucked juyeon. or, he fucked me, same shit. that next social philosophy class is about to be real awkward.
he drags himself into to the shower before putting on some clothes, shoving his glasses onto his nose, and heading to the cafeteria. they seem to still be serving brunch, so he decides to head over to the cereal bar to grab himself some frosted flakes. he’s halfway there when he finds himself trapped in a crowd of loud people.
oh right, he thinks. the football game was today.
judging from the commotion, they seem to have won. everyone is all happy. hyunjae sees sunwoo, with his cute gummy smile holding the trophy over his head. then, he sees juyeon.
juyeon’s looking straight at him, and when their eyes meet, he smiles, his eyes crinkling and mirth dancing in his irises. it’s half-shy, half-flirty, and it makes hyunjae blush and duck away, making a beeline for the cereal bar. he can’t hide the smile fighting its way onto his face. good god, juyeon knows how to make hearts beat like crazy.
he grabs a bowl and tries to fill it with milk, but his hands are shaking. it takes him a couple of tries to fill his bowl. when he goes to add frosted flakes, a familiar voice behind him says, “i can’t believe you add milk before your cereal.”
hyunjae nearly drops his bowl. turning around, he says, “uh,” as juyeon approaches and stands next to him, grabbing his own bowl and dumping a bunch of corn flakes inside.
“where’d you run off to last night, cinderella?” juyeon says, glancing over and shooting hyunjae a playful smile. “i think you left a glass slipper behind.”
hyunjae blinks stupidly, but before he can object, juyeon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a torn piece of lace.
“oh my god,” hyunjae nearly screeches, trying to snatch the lace. “give that back!”
juyeon tucks it back into his pocket, before holding hyunjae’s forearms firmly but gently. “you have to tell me why you ran off first,” he says. “i was worried.”
hyunjae swallows. “well,” he said, “i didn’t think you would be worried. i’m sorry?”
juyeon’s eyebrows furrow, and hyunjae is suddenly very aware of the eyes on them and the whispers from the people who are watching them. “why wouldn’t i be worried? you just disappeared.”
“i didn’t really think you would care,” hyunjae admits.
the crease on juyeon’s forehead deepens, and something forlorn enters his expression. “gorgeous, i know we started off kind weird, but i'm not ... like that. i don’t know who you take me to be, but i was very worried. i was hoping to at least get to talk to you afterwards and maybe even get to know you, but i understand if you don’t want to.”
with that, juyeon takes a step back. “i’ll get going, if that’s what you would like for me to do.”
it hits hyunjae at that moment that he misunderstood juyeon. a lot.
“i uh,” he says, and he’s suddenly aware of his red cheeks. “i would like that. to talk, that is.”
those eye crinkles again. good god, hyunjae can’t get enough of him.
“we don’t know each other that well,” the slighter man continues, “but i would like to change that, if you’re up for that.”
“of course i would,” juyeon says softly. his eyes search hyunjae’s before he says, “how about we meet at the milkshake bar across the street from the library?”
“why don’t we just go now?” hyunjae mumbles, and it makes juyeon burst into laughter.
“of course, anything for you, gorgeous," he says, then corrects himself. "i mean, anything for the two of you.”
when hyunjae tilts his head in confusion, juyeon pats his stomach and says, “the little one in here.”
this earns juyeon a very hard smack over the head. needless to say, he had to pay for two overpriced strawberry milkshakes that day rather than one, but if you were to ask him later if he minded, he would have said no, even if that meant he would have to survive off of cup ramen for the rest of the week.