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Donghyuck knows almost every other college freshman is waking up terrified. Nervous of the unfamiliarity that a new place brings, a new learning and living environment, the first glimpse of independence after a lifetime of strictness. But him— Not in the slightest.
Lee Donghyuck has been waiting for his first day at college for approximately a decade years now. Desperately has he needed that change away from mandatory schooling, the atmosphere of it all.
He's positive college is where he's finally going to get the chance to thrive, in the way he never has before. No more restrictedness, no more needing to be like everyone else.
And more importantly than anything, no more Huang Renjun.
No more arguing in the school hallways, no more glares to one another in every shared class, no more murmured insults to each other upon passing the other at the end of the day. No more seeing that idiot around every corner he turns. No more Huang Renjun.
That was the grace above all Donghyuck needed, and that was what had driven him to get through the tortuous years of sharing a high school with someone he'd absolutely consider an enemy in a heartbeat.
But now, he was free. Finally in a space where the other isn't, and with good luck, he'd never have to see him again. Not in his classes, not around campus, not on his Instagram feed, and certainly not in the unfortunate dilemma Donghyuck had faced growing up with Renjun living quite literally directly across the street from him.
For all he knows, and hopes, Huang Renjun has moved across the country, —out of it, even— to attend some college Donghyuck's never heard of, where he'll never have to hear his stupid name again.
Sure, maybe it's immature to have a lifelong hatred for someone over what could definitely be called a 'small' reason from when they were eight, but Donghyuck doesn't care. Renjun doesn't, so why should he?
So what— The two had the same birthday. That didn't give Renjun the right to hand out invitations the day after Donghyuck to his own birthday party, across the street, exact time as his, and promise better food, more fun, and everything their shared group of friends would prefer over Donghyuck's own measly party.
Whatever Renjun had wanted from that, he'd gotten it. Every single friend of theirs, shared or not, had gone to Renjun's birthday party, leaving Donghyuck with no one but his mother and siblings to keep him company at his own.
And that was it, he'd decided from that day onwards he hated Huang Renjun. For purposefully stealing his friends, his guests, and essentially, his whole birthday.
That had turned into years of arguing, of fighting over the most minimal things possible and eventually, viewing each other as literal enemies.
Regardless of it all, he doesn't have to think about the other male anymore. He should be far from his mind, and Donghyuck intends for him to be. It's finally his time to be himself without the stupid presence looming over his every action, picking a fight whenever he could. His high school days were over, and so were the days of putting up with him.
He thinks he has a good understanding of the campus already— Has a few friends in their second year, attended all the tours, and read up on every brochure and map he could get his hands on, and he knows exactly where his dorm is supposed to be. He's not exactly sure how the roommate situation is going to be, but it can't be that bad. He's all too happy about being away from everything high school had brought upon him that he'd practically take any roommate in the world.
As he finishes climbing the stairs to the second floor of the building he's to live in now, he glances to his phone screen, rechecking the email he'd been sent that holds his room number; 212. Hasn't changed since he last checked it thirty seconds ago, apparently.
Locking his phone, Donghyuck slips it into the back pocket of his jeans, adjusts the weight of the all too heavy backpack on his shoulders, the suitcase he carries alongside him not doing much to help. Despite all of it, though, he can't possibly be more happy. Yeah— He's going to miss his mother and siblings, he'd promised to call every day for that reason. But that doesn't take away from the newfound freedom he already senses in being here, in watching a few students fuss over boxes down the hallway.
As he eventually approaches the room with a prevalent 212 sign to the side, he wonders if his roommates already there, already chosen his side of the room and begun unpacking.
The questions quickly answered when he opens the door to find an empty room, completely plain and undisturbed, without a single bag or box to litter the floor. Donghyuck exhales. Either his roommate is late, or he's somehow managed to get a room to himself— And though in theory, the privacy of that sounds nice, he's not sure he could manage being alone so much of the time, not when he's used to being close to his family.
Finally relieving the nagging weight, he dumps his backpack on the bed to the right of the room, claiming that as his own. Because that's how this works, he's heard. First there gets first choice for the bed.
And though Donghyuck waits into the afternoon, the night, and the days that pass after, a roommate never shows up. He considers asking someone about it, but figures it's as simple as it sounds, he doesn't have a roommate. Maybe there was never a plan for him to, or maybe someone had simply given up on college before classes had even started.
Regardless, he's accepted it, and decorated his side of the room to his liking. Littered walls with posters of his favorite artists, filled shelves with books and albums, organised his clothes in the way he likes, and readied everything at his desk for the weak attempt he'll make at actually studying regularly.
So when he returns to his room after his second day of classes, —which are already on the tiring side, but he's enjoying them regardless, making friends with ease, taking interest in the material— he falters in his movements when he approaches the door, and hears muffled noise inside. He frowns, furrows his eyebrows in confusion, lingering by the door. So he does have a roommate.
Really, he doesn't have to think about it all too much. With all but one person, Donghyuck seems to naturally get along with those he meets. He's the perfect kind of extroverted, easily makes conversation out of nothing and turns the atmosphere into something relaxed and comfortable.
So he shouldn't be contemplating this so much, how it is he's going to introduce himself to the person he's going to be living with for the semester. Not getting on with them would be kinda detrimental to his entire experience for that time, but he shouldn't have to worry about it. There's only one person he's ever found to be impossible to get along with.
Pushing the door open, and clearing his throat to draw the attention of his roommate, Donghyuck enters.
And in the brief moment before the figure has turned around from what he's doing, sorting clothes at his bed, Donghyuck remarks to himself that from behind, he looks distantly familiar. Almost like—
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Huang Renjun.
There's no way, of all the people in the world, all the people he could possibly end up in the same college as, to have as a roommate, that it could be the one person he hates to his core.
The other stands there like he owns the place, like Donghyuck is the one that owes him an explanation for being there and hasn't been the one with his stuff all set up for days now.
"What am I doing here— I live here! This is my room! What are you doing here?" He answers exasperatedly, barely able to process that fucking Huang Renjun is unpacking clothes on the side of the room where he's supposed to have a nice, friendly, and easygoing roommate to spend his time with.
Renjun, being the absolute smartass that he is, dips fingers into his pocket and retrieves a key, identical to the one Donghyuck had received his first day there, a small '212' engraved on it. "This is my room."
Is he fucking serious? Is this situation in any way serious? There's no way this can be the hand of cards Donghyuck was dealt.
"No, it's not," Donghyuck corrects, very much unwilling to accept the concept. "I was here first— You didn't even show up on time! Go change to someone else's!" He huffs, placing down his bag at his bed with a little more harshness than necessary.
"I'm not changing anything, Donghyuck," Renjun counters, and Donghyuck rolls his eyes at how the other says his name. "Just because you're too immature to deal with—"
"I'm immature? Are you serious?"
"Completely." The other confirms, finishing up sorting through a particular selection of clothing before taking a small stack of shirts over to an empty set of drawers on the opposite side of the room.
Donghyuck, for what feels like the only time in his life, is rendered speechless. Who does this idiot think he is? Coming into his room, calling him immature— And coming from Huang Renjun? The male that had practically ruined his childhood?
Whatever.
Donghyuck can be the one to change rooms. It doesn't matter, as long as he can get away from the worst roommate imaginable.
Irritated footsteps lead Donghyuck to the Assignment Office— There has to be some kind of form he can fill out, someone he can talk to, and some way to get this sorted as soon as physically possible, because there is no way in hell that Donghyuck is going to be rooming with Huang Renjun for an entire semester.
It's there he finds an exhausted looking Resident Assistant, likely a senior, or in the very least a handful of years older than Donghyuck. A lanyard around his neck displays a sparsely decorated card revealing his name, —Doyoung— and his status on campus.
"Excuse me, uh— Can I change rooms through you?" He questions, after clearing his throat to gain the other's attention with little success.
He's scribbling something on a clipboard attached to a wall, though Donghyuck doesn't have the chance to make out the specifics of it. "Hm?" He hums a moment later, upon realising the younger's presence.
"I'd like to change rooms." Donghyuck reiterates.
Finally, Doyoung spares a glance at Donghyuck, properly acknowledging him. "Is it urgent?"
Donghyuck exhales, the very question being something he'd wanted to avoid. "No— Not really, but I just... It would make things a lot better if I were able to change. My name's Lee Donghyuck, I'm in Room 212 with Huang Renjun as my roommate—"
Doyoung presses his lips together. "Look, I'm sorry you're not liking your roommate situation, Donghyuck. But we have pretty much no open spaces right now, so if it's not some kind of emergency, or anything of the sort, I can't help you for the rest of the semester. I have some brochures on learning how to live with your roommate, if you'd like. Where were they again?"
"It's fine," Donghyuck's tone is a little more bitter than necessary towards the RA, but he can't quite help it, not when he's in a very much dire situation as of now. "Thanks."
Begrudgingly, Donghyuck turns back the way he'd came.
And in the wondrous span of only a few minutes, Renjun had found a way to completely destroy Donghyuck's college experience.
A sleepless night and a complaint-filled phone call with his mother leaves Donghyuck with one conclusion, dispersing the rationality of the pessimistic attitude that had taken over his mind so quickly. He needed to at least try to handle the situation he had been thrust into maturely.
Renjun could only ruin the semester for him if Donghyuck let him, so he would at least try to not allow him to.
With every ounce of his self control, Donghyuck tries to suppress the mean-spirited comments that form at his tongue every time he enters their room, but such a simple thing proves to be practically impossible when this is fucking Huang Renjun he's dealing with, the most irritating person he's ever met.
Renjun is careless, leaves his clothes on Donghyuck's side of the room, plays music and dramas from his laptop on full volume well into the night, leaves lights on, windows closed, uses Donghyuck's expensive shampoo and conditioner without asking. He's everything that shapes a poor roommate, and Donghyuck can't stand it. How does he owe the other even an ounce of attempted maturity if Renjun can't bother to do the same?
Quickly does Donghyuck make friends, namely a handful of his classmates; Jaemin, Mark, and Sungchan. That's one of the most frustrating things about Renjun— Donghyuck can get along with any other soul so effortlessly, draw smiles and laughter out of strangers with confidence and witty humour, but not Renjun. Everything about Donghyuck's college experience was going great; he had friends, he enjoys his classes, whenever he can actually focus on them, the campus was lively and beautiful, and the freedom was more than he could ever ask for— But again, Renjun was there, ruining it with such effortlessness.
"I can't stand him," Donghyuck groans, barely three weeks into classes, and already sporting bags under his eyes. "He's got to be the most inconsiderate roommate in the world. It's like, he literally waits until he knows I'm trying to study, or work on an essay or something, to make some stupid phone call or play his boring ass music out loud."
Jaemin brings one of the styrofoam cups from the campus' cafe to his lips, taking a long sip of his coffee, and makes a thoughtful humming sound. "He's interrupting your studies, then," He points out. "That has to be enough to change your roommate."
"Nope," Donghyuck answers, resting his head upon his arms on the table they sit at, awaiting an afternoon lecture. He'd paid not one, but two more visits to Doyoung, and was positive the RA was very much on the verge of withdrawing from his position because of Donghyuck's persistence. "I missed a lecture the other day too, because he kept me up all night and I slept through my alarm. Seriously, he's going to be the death of me."
"Why is it that you two don't get along again?" Mark chimes in upon joining them, sliding a backpack off his shoulders and retrieving some food from a plastic container.
"Because he's a dick." Donghyuck answers bluntly.
"I mean like, before all of this." Mark gestures vaguely around the campus.
Donghyuck's explained the situation to Jaemin and Sungchan before, but Mark must have either not been present or not given attention to it. "We have the same birthday. He went out of his way to invite everyone to his house when they were already coming to mine," When Mark appears thoughtful at this, Donghyuck huffs. "Do you know how bad it feels to be eight years old and alone on your birthday? It was practically the end of the world for me! And I swear, he did it just to spite me, and ever since then he's acted like I'm the one that did something to him—"
"Right." Mark nods slowly, sparing an odd glance to Jaemin.
Donghyuck's sure he'll get used to it.
If there's one light in the dark, it's Lee Jeno.
Donghyuck doesn't really consider himself the 'crush' type. He's one to love platonically, to shower those around him in affection, but there's never really much more to his feelings than friendliness. He's never quite had the typical full-on, head over heels crush before. Not before he'd met Lee Jeno.
On his Wednesday classes, he's graced with the other's presence, usually sitting somewhere close to where Donghyuck and Sungchan find themselves. He's bright, always smiling or laughing, possessing a contradicting deep voice that makes Donghyuck's heart swell within his chest, and a personality much like that of a puppy.
And he's halfway in the midst of describing him over the phone, to Park Jisung, still a senior in high school, and very much invested in the 'lavish' college freedom Donghyuck was living. Not so much the hopeless crush Donghyuck was sharing every detail of, but hey, Jisung had wanted him to fill him in.
"You're so weird." Jisung so kindly informs, making Donghyuck exhale in amusement as he navigates through the halls of the dormitory.
"It's called love, Jisungie," He muses. "You'll understand when you're older."
"Shut up. Have you even spoken to him?"
"Of course I have. I even shared some notes with him last week."
Jisung chuckles. "Yeah? What's his Instagram?"
Donghyuck runs fingers through his hair, approaching the door of his room. "Jeno00. But don't get any ideas, Jisung. Or should I not worry about that? Since you were so interested in Jaemin when I last called?"
Phone still held close, Donghyuck brings his hand to the doorknob of the room, turns it and pushes it open. In his ear, Jisung whines in complaint. "Hey, I—"
"Oh my God," Donghyuck groans upon getting a view of the room, Renjun's mess everywhere, including on his side of the room— Clothes, empty food packets, torn pieces of paper. "Sorry Jisung, I gotta go."
Upon hanging up his phone and pushing it into his pocket, he turns to Renjun, blissfully drawing something in a notebook, leant against the wall beside his bed. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your shit on your side of the room? And open a window every once in a while, maybe?" Donghyuck kicks aside a discarded hoodie, moves to the window and opens it with a huff, letting in fresh air.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop being a baby, Donghyuck?" Renjun hums, not even looking up from his stupid drawing. Donghyuck could pull his own hair out then and there.
"You're insufferable." He mutters, any trace of his good mood from the conversation with Jisung disappearing in an instant.
Because Renjun, the frustratingly pretty boy with strands of his hair falling ahead of his eyes, tongue poking at the corner of his lips and an expression painted with concentration on whatever it is he's making, has that effect so effortlessly over Donghyuck.
Every second weekend, providing Donghyuck isn't burdened with assignments and exams and needs the campus library in his access, he visits home for a night or two, spends the time with the mother and siblings that he's certainly found himself missing in his time away.
The temporary escape to his nightmare roommate is beyond welcome, and though the atmosphere of his family's home calms him, it's all too draining to return at the end of a weekend, to leave the smell of his mother's cooking and the excitement of his younger siblings to return to the blaring music into the late of the night, and the intolerable presence that is Huang Renjun.
Donghyuck likes to consider himself fairly used to the whole routine now, to returning to the dormitory on a Sunday evening, mentally bracing for the week of lectures and restless nights. He's used to returning to Renjun being just as Renjun as always, and the occasional instances where he brings friends over, and though nicer than himself, are sure to make the environment just as difficult to focus in as ever.
He's not used to, however, the particular evening, when the room is oddly quiet, and the door is locked. Assuming he'd somehow gotten lucky, and that Renjun was spending the night elsewhere for once, —Such a thing felt practically like a dream come to life— Donghyuck retrieves his key and swiftly unlocks the door, adjusting the weight of the bag he holds over his shoulder.
He could easily list about a dozen possible scenarios he expects to see upon opening the door of the room, —Namely his side trashed, and possibilities along those lines— And yet the very last one he could ever expect is the scene that waits for him.
Jeno and Renjun sit together— Or rather, Renjun quite literally sits on Jeno, perched on his thighs, tongues down one another's throats, Jeno's hand beneath Renjun's shirt.
Donghyuck drops both his bag and his jaw, startling only the taller of the two, who breaks apart from the kiss, practically pushes Renjun from his lap. It makes it all a thousand times worse about the situation, knowing if Donghyuck hadn't made some type of noise, the two would have lasted God knows how long like that—
"Hyuck," Jeno exhales, clears his throat, shifts awkwardly. "I didn't know you were Renjun's roommate."
And Donghyuck didn't know he would find the man he had a crush on making out with his known enemy either, but he can't bring himself to say that, nor anything.
Instead, he's all too focused on Renjun.
Renjun, who doesn't at all mirror the embarrassment or surprise that had quickly worked it's way onto Jeno's expression, and instead, rather appears smug. As if he knows something, as if somehow he's aware the other man is the one Donghyuck had taken an interest in— And then it hits him.
Renjun could have easily overhead his phone conversation with Jisung several weeks prior, and if he were evil enough, done all of this; brought Jeno to the dorm specifically when he knew Donghyuck was going to soon return home, fucking made out with him, all just to piss him off—
"I, um— I should probably get going." Jeno mumbles, standing up. "I'll uh... see you both... around. Yeah." With that the other has slipped out the door, running fingers through his hair that Renjun must have messed up.
"You planned this, didn't you?" Donghyuck lets out, in one exasperated breath.
Renjun shrugs, leaning back towards the head of his bed. "So what if I did?"
"Are you fucking serious?" Their door is still ajar, and yet Donghyuck frankly couldn't care less about the noise he's making, or who could possibly hear it. "God, what is your problem, Renjun? Seriously? You don't have to like me, because trust me, I don't like you in the slightest. But why this? What did I fucking do to deserve anything like this?"
Renjun again, shrugs nonchalantly, glances around the room as if looking for something more interesting than the man by the doorway. Every little mannerism of his infuriates Donghyuck a thousand times further, because he simply doesn't care, and doesn't offer even a hint of an answer as to the questions nagging at his mind. Why, of all the people he could make out with on campus, had he gone out of his way to chose Jeno? Why is he so insistent in making Donghyuck's life as much of a living hell as a 19 year old can? Why, all those years ago, had he ruined Donghyuck's damn birthday?
And above all, as Donghyuck storms out of the room, because so clearly he isn't getting any answers to his questions there, he wonders, why does he have a distant, yet undeniable thought of wishing it had been him with his Renjun on his lap, rather than Jeno?
It's somewhere around 11pm when Donghyuck returns to his room with great reluctance. Though the time is merely a guess, his phone had died within the first hour that passed after storming out, leaving him with nothing to do but linger around campus until he knew the outer doors were soon going to be locked, and as much as he would rather not spend the night in the same room as that idiot, he would prefer it to being locked out.
He gives a heavy exhale as he enters the building, brushes fingers through brunette strands. Most of the adrenaline from earlier had faded, though a hint of it still remains, making movements a little more harsh than necessary and his breath the slightest shaky. He can barely make sense of it, still.
How does he even handle such a thing? Even Doyoung's brochures aren't enough to manage this— The nightmare roommate he can't comprehend the motivations of. It's not like Donghyuck can even get some kind of 'revenge', or anything of the sort, because God knows how he'd approach something like that.
His skin still lingering with the sensation of the cold night air, robotic steps lead Donghyuck to the dreaded room 212.
Surely, Renjun must be satisfied now. Whatever ridiculous urge he has to make Donghyuck's living conditions a complete hell must be fulfilled. Has to be.
And yet when Donghyuck pushes upon the unlocked door, reveals the sight of Renjun at his desk, doing something at his laptop, the comment comes without the smaller of the two even needing to look up. "Done with your tantrum?"
Donghyuck's head spins.
The cool air, the quiet, and the time away had worked wonders in dispersing the anger weighing down his every thought, but within seconds of being in Renjun's presence again, it returned.
He tries to ignore it— Because that's what he knows is best to do. Renjun wants attention, wants to draw those unpleasant emotions out of Donghyuck, and if he doesn't give him that, he'll have to grow bored eventually, and inevitably find something else to do.
But it feels so much more complex than that, when his hands are aching to relieve the long pent up tension and frustrations brought upon by the other male. He moves towards his bed, telling himself that a good night's rest will ease at least a little of the negativity clouding his every thought.
And when he hears Renjun's chair move backwards, hears him step away from it, knows some other stupid comment is coming, Donghyuck can't help it.
Can't help the way he so swiftly turns, moves, and finds a grip on Renjun's side, finds himself pressing the other against the wall beside the other's desk.
It leaves his heart racing— He's never done anything like this. Never used such strength on another person, never pinned someone against a wall, and certainly never felt this much tension with being so physically close to another person, faces at so much less of a distance apart than he'd initially expected them to be. Their lips are so close, Donghyuck can practically feel Renjun's shallow breathing against his own, and fuck, had he gone into this planning to say something?
Because whatever possible words he could find himself saying immediately die before being able to form at his tongue, and he swears he's never felt so much like he's floating at mere contact with another person before.
It's an impossibly long moment of stillness and silence before Renjun is the one to initiate something further, to take a hold of Donghyuck's shirt and grasp it within his fingers, encourage him closer, and bring their lips against one another's.
Though Donghyuck's had his fair share of casual kisses, this may as well be his first, with how incomparable it is to anything else he had ever experienced. Renjun's lips are so soft against his own, conflicting with the harshness of his movements, gripping fiercely at his shirt.
The other's lips part much more eagerly than Donghyuck could have ever anticipated, and he finds himself so quickly giving into it, letting his tongue explore the warmth of Renjun's mouth— Much like Jeno had earlier, a flash of a thought tells him.
With ease, he pushes the thought of that aside, both thanks to the slight, delicate gasp that leaves Renjun when Donghyuck squeezes his hip, and the realisation that right here, right now, with his body against Renjun's and the other's tongue running along his lower lip, he couldn't care any less about the earlier occurrence.
It's a relief, and an extreme one. The years of built up resentment towards Renjun seem to finally diffuse within him, with every experimental movement, every pretty noise Renjun makes as their impromptu make-out session seems to grow heavier with need, with desire.
It's one particular movement he makes, where he glides a hand beneath Renjun's shirt, and brushes fingertips along the skin of his abdomen, and earns a faint whine of his name against his lips, that drives him to encourage Renjun in the direction of his bed with a quiet hum and a tug at the hem of his shirt.
Renjun’s surprisingly delicate, soft to the touch and cautious with his movements, Donghyuck realises as they settle onto the other’s bed. It eases his anger— Almost turns it into a feeling of care, but quickly he allows it to reestablish with the reminder of just what Renjun had done out of his way to do some hours earlier.
Subsequently comes a flood of questions within his mind; Why is he doing this? Why is he so naturally moving atop of the male he hates, reddening his lips with kisses? His own hips so eager to find contact, cock firm against his jeans, more tempted with every pretty whimper that leaves the other’s mouth—
“Shit, Renjun.” Donghyuck finds himself muttering into their kiss, when Renjun’s hands grip his own sides, squeeze at his skin and guide him closer. He’s good— Every touch is good, as if he knows Donghyuck’s body better than any enemy should.
“What?” Renjun asks when the taller wills their lips to part, movements leaving a filthy trail of spit in their wake, though it seems like an effort to get the simple word out. “Gonna come before I’ve even got my pants off? You seem like the type.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “God, you’re so fucking annoying. Can’t you shut up for once?”
“Make me.” Renjun challenges.
Donghyuck will.
Ignoring the chill that runs down his spine at the indication behind the words, Donghyuck resumes a hasty kiss, feverish hands over Renjun’s hips, his sides, his abdomen, his thighs— Fuck, his thighs. Donghyuck thinks his cock might suffocate with every new detail of Renjun he explores, every dip of muscle or softness of freshly exposed skin upon pushing up his shirt.
And soon enough he finds fingers tracing along the waistband of the sweatpants the other wears. Renjun’s vocal, whether he wants to be or not, faint gasps and breathy noises whenever Donghyuck dares to lower the fabric, or dip fingers into the warmth beneath it, and the brunette feels his head spin more with each one.
Fingers still wandering, Donghyuck brings lips to Renjun’s neck. A careful kiss against the inviting skin is quick to fade into a cycle of movements, sucking, brushing teeth against the warm, damp skin, and Renjun whines beneath him. Donghyuck finds himself wanting it, wanting the noises, wanting Renjun to need him, to—
“Donghyuck.” Soon comes, a breathy whisper.
“Mm?” He tempts something further out of him, the words that he knows are lingering at the other’s tongue. When nothing comes, Donghyuck brings the palm of his hand to the inviting bulge in the other’s sweatpants, swallowing harshly when Renjun’s hips immediately buck into his touch. Donghyuck certainly lucked out when it came to his sensitivity.
“Jesus, fuck—“
“What?” Donghyuck encourages, leans back to get a good view of how the other’s face softens with pleasure when he presses his hand down harsher against his clothed cock. “You were so eager to talk before, Renjun. Can’t say what you want now?”
He can sense it— Knows the other doesn’t want to admit his desire. And for what feels like the first time in forever, Donghyuck has power over him. Possesses what he wants. The least he’s going to do is drag it out, as foreign as the act feels to him.
Renjun purses his lips together. “You know what I want.”
“Tell me.”
“Donghyuck—“
“Tell me.” He repeats.
“God,” Renjun exhales. “I want you to fuck me, okay?”
Donghyuck’s cock aches with neglected desire. He so badly wants to give him such a thing, and act upon the very much new, yet welcomed longing to senselessly fuck Renjun into tomorrow. Yet he still has fun to have with the fresh dynamic between them. “Yeah?” He hums, retracts his hand. “Beg.”
Renjun’s expression drops. “You’re not serious,” He says unconvincingly. “I’m not doing that.”
“Then I’m not doing this.” It’s an empty promise, yet Renjun doesn’t have to know that.
He can see the conflict upon the other’s features, how his mind rapidly tries to find an outlet to the dilemma Donghyuck’s given him. “You’re fucking unbearable, Donghyuck.” He seems to decide on saying, and the brunette gives an amused exhale.
“Doesn’t sound like begging to me.” Donghyuck muses.
Renjun exhales irritably. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Donghyuck.”
Donghyuck hums, encouraging further words out of him.
If looks could kill, Donghyuck would certainly be dead by now. He doesn’t think he’d mind all too much, though, when the satisfaction is this good.
Renjun closes his eyes for a moment, leans his head back, as if weighing the consequences of continuing. “I need it, Hyuck, please,” The brunette doesn’t have the chance to gather his thoughts on the other using the nickname. “I need it so bad. Need you inside of me, need you to fill—“
“Okay,” Donghyuck quickly exhales, positive if he doesn’t make a move he is going to come before Renjun’s pants are even off. At the thought, he brings motivated fingers back to the waistband of his sweatpants, begins tugging them off with Renjun’s quick help. “Okay. Since you’re so needy.”
“Shut up.” Renjun hisses, sitting properly to slide off the pants.
Donghyuck busies himself with his own, impatiently fiddling with the button of his jeans, though he leaves them mostly on. “Do you have lube?”
Renjun hums, jerking his head in the direction of his small night stand. “Mm. Second drawer. Condoms too.”
Admittedly, Donghyuck’s stomach does flips at the thought of what Renjun might get up to in the weekends he spends away— Not that he cares, of course. Why would he care about the sex life of the man he hates?
Swallowing, Donghyuck leans over to open the drawer, retrieving the bottle in question and a condom from a half-empty box. Brushing a thumb over the bottle’s cap, he processes the intimacy of the question lingering at his lips. “Do you want me to—“
“Yeah— Yeah, whatever. If you want.”
Donghyuck presses his lips together, refraining from exhaling in annoyance at Renjun making him acknowledge what he wants, much like he himself had done to the other a minute earlier. Would he ever say he wants his fingers up Huang Renjun’s ass? Probably not, no, but now he’s there, in the moment, and Renjun looks so frustratingly pretty when he’s needy, with strands of hair stuck to his forehead, Donghyuck can’t exactly say he doesn’t want to, especially not when his cock twitches at the mere thought of being inside of him.
So he pops the cap of the bottle, runs his tongue along his lip as he repositions himself on the bed, figure between Renjun’s eager thighs, briefly gripping one.
Donghyuck coats his fingers with the lube, hums when he leans closer and presses the pad of his thumb to Renjun’s hole, earns a delicate gasp. It’s amusing, almost, how fragile and sensitive such a careless person can be. His own cheeks heat at the thought of all that had lead to this, fucking Renjun, so good at taking everything that was supposed to be his—
“Fuck.” Renjun mutters, when Donghyuck slips an initial finger into him, quickly arches hips upwards. Donghyuck hates that he immediately wants to give him more.
Instead, he leans down to connect their lips once more, soon offers a second finger, mind becoming more of a mess with every passing second, with every little noise Renjun offers in the midst of his pleasure, making Donghyuck’s head spin.
Mindlessly curling his fingers inside of Renjun, he presses against the other’s prostate, earning a breathy whimper. “Donghyuck—“
Cockily, Donghyuck hums, teasing a third finger at Renjun’s entrance.
“Please,” The other exhales. “I need... Need—“
“Need what?” Donghyuck questions, movements not slowing.
“For fuck’s sake Donghyuck, I need your cock,” The words spill from Renjun’s lips, much like a breath held for too long. “Need it inside of me now."
Well, if Renjun insists.
Donghyuck retracts, wiping off excess lube and retrieving the condom he’d earlier gotten. Upon struggling a little too long with the packaging, he ultimately tears it open with his teeth, tosses it aside.
Swallowing harshly, he slides the condom over his leaking cock, fingers slippery and unsteady.
And God— Donghyuck can’t help but continually notice how unfairly good Renjun looks like this, as he’s positioning himself atop of him, lining himself up with the inviting heat his entrance offers, Donghyuck can’t get it out of his mind how good Renjun looks for only him to see.
One arm comes to rest on his shoulder, Renjun’s fingers at the hair at the back of his head, thighs further spreading, as Donghyuck pushes himself into him, willing himself to keep movements slow, to focus on the whiny noises from the other, the wet heat that awaits him—
“Shit.” He lowly mutters, when he’s completely buried inside of him, and Renjun’s already arching into him, bodies so harshly pressed together.
“Please, Donghyuck,” Renjun seems to be well and truly past repressing the begging. “Please fuck me.”
“Yeah— Okay.” Donghyuck whispers, also well and truly past denying Renjun of anything. Licking his lips, and encouraging Renjun to lift his leg so Donghyuck can get a better angle, he moves.
He’s slow at first, cautious, but it’s all too easy to let the delicacy slip away, and to instead fall into a pattern of messy thrusts, heart pounding against his chest, skin against Renjun’s.
He’s positive his mind is melting, in the best possible sense, grunting with each movement, angling his hips so he can draw louder noises out of Renjun with each thrust forward.
“Donghyuck, fuck,” Renjun whines. “I’m gonna—“
“Don’t,” Donghyuck barely registers the word comes from himself. “Don’t come until I say you can, okay?”
“Okay.” Comes immediately, surprising Donghyuck so much that his movements briefly falter. He would never let Renjun live that down.
With that, Donghyuck glides a hand from where it had rested at Renjun’s thigh, instead wrapping around his cock, pretty and neglected. Slowly, Donghyuck begins jerking him off, eventually timing it to his own thrusts, and through vision blurred with pleasure, watches Renjun become more and more of a mess beneath him, appealing noises slipping past his lips.
“God, Fuck— I fucking hate you so much.” Renjun whispers, barely coherent, and Donghyuck finds the energy in himself to smirk. That was much more like the Renjun he knew. Still though, Renjun doesn’t come, and Donghyuck knows he has him wrapped around his finger. Literally, of course, but figuratively too.
But Donghyuck is close, and when Renjun’s hips lift in a certain way, giving him such a perfect angle to slam into him, he can’t help it— The grunt that leaves him, the release that quickly catches up to him. Impulsively, still lazily jerking the other off through his own high, he murmurs, “Come for me.”
Renjun does.
Who would have known that all it took to shut Huang Renjun up was mindlessly fucking him?
Donghyuck certaintly wouldn’t.
That’s why it comes as a surprise when the other practically avoids him, avoids their room, doesn’t dare to make eye contact or start any useless of the useless arguments that they’ve grown so used to.
And Donghyuck doesn’t mind— Because frankly, he doesn’t want to acknowledge what had happened between them either. Doesn’t want to discuss it, doesn’t want to contemplate what the hell it means to have sex with someone you hate.
While the experience had been... tension relieving, to say the least, Donghyuck feels as if the air in their shared room is more thick with tension than ever, weighing on his every thought.
So it only makes sense that they make hooking up a regularity, right?
From once in a while to multiple times a week, wordless handjobs in the dead of the night with the other so prettily straddling his things, to Renjun on his knees in front of him, with Donghyuck’s fingers in his hair and cock in the warmth of his mouth, to fucking him into his mattress— It really shouldn’t be so easy to fall into a routine with an enemy, with someone he doesn’t feel anything for, or perhaps that’s exactly why it feels so easy.
And perhaps that’s why as the months pass, Donghyuck’s mind becomes clouded. With every hookup in the dark of their room, it seems more and more difficult to remember just who Huang Renjun is to him. An enemy, a person he dislikes, the same damn person who ruined his birthday and his chances with Lee Jeno.
But the hatred, the sensation that once burnt so cruelly within his chest, lessens. Why? Is it the gentle kisses that come when both of them finish? Or the instance when Renjun falls asleep with his head at Donghyuck's chest, and it fills him with a lot more warmth than it should?
Still, they don't talk to one another about it. About anything, really. Renjun doesn't bother him anymore, doesn't leave his clothes everywhere or blast his music, and Donghyuck doesn't find things about him to complain about anymore— Even his friends notice, but he brushes the questioning aside, because what is he supposed to say? Yeah, he's kind of a little more tolerable now, ever since we started fucking. How does he explain that?
He won't.
Because he's certainly not going to talk to Renjun about it.
It doesn't feel like long until the end of the semester approaches. That'll be it, Donghyuck assumes. They'll finally part as roommates and no longer have to put up with each other, and they'll break off this unplanned routine they'd fallen into, because surely, Renjun's just as eager as him to have quite literally any other roommate.
Donghyuck ignores how his heart swells at the thought of no longer hearing the other's late night phone calls— In Mandarin, mostly, so he had no real clue what on earth he said, for all he knew it could have been hour long insults about himself, but whatever. It was always kind of nice to listen to, because maybe his voice was rather sweet, if he paid enough attention to how soft it was. Maybe Donghyuck didn't mind falling asleep to it, or the soft humming the other offered when he was sat at his desk, highlighting notes in the early hours of the morning.
Whatever. He doesn't care.
He'll have a new roommate— He's sure Doyoung will assure that he gets one that doesn't end up with the older being the receiver of half a dozen complaints in the same month. They'll get along pleasantly, as roommates should, maybe even study together, be friends, spend time outside of the walls of their room with one another.
Yet it won't be Renjun.
It's nearing the final weeks of the semester, the month long break that eagerly awaits students, when Donghyuck lies awake for no particular reason, stared at the ceiling, mind on a million things at once— The semester he's had, his classes, his friends, the odd arrangement he's found himself in with the guy he hasn't got along with for over a decade now.
"Hyuck."
The nickname still feels so foreign coming from the other, that for a moment Donghyuck can't process where the call had come from. It's all too long before he realises it had simply been from the bed on the opposite side of the room, where he'd assumed Renjun had fallen asleep already.
It's odd, odd enough to make his heart race with a nervous unfamiliarity. Renjun never spoke to him these days. Even the hookups were without much talking, rather hums and gestures, quietly sliding into one another's bed, anything to avoid acknowledging the strange dynamic now between them.
For a moment he contemplates feigning sleep, knowing whatever the other wants surely can't be good. But the reply slips out naturally, as any response to his name does. "Yeah?"
Silence.
Maybe Renjun had been talking in his sleep. Which would be a little odd, considering he never has before, and Donghyuck really didn't imagine Renjun was the type to dream about him, yet—
A sniffle. "I'm sorry."
"What?" Donghyuck blinks, positive he's dreaming, or in the very least somewhere in-between reality and dreamland. Sorry and Renjun don't fit in the same sentence. Human emotion and Renjun don't fit in the same sentence.
"I'm sorry," The other repeats, and Donghyuck turns his head to the side, yet he can't make out any movement from the figure on the opposite bed. "About your stupid birthday party. I know how much it meant to you, and I know how horrible I was stealing it all from you when we could have just... I don't know, shared or something, but..."
Donghyuck contemplates actually pinching himself. There is no way this is real, an out-of-nowhere apology from fucking Huang Renjun, for God's sake. It must be some joke, some dream.
"And Jeno. Fuck, I didn't even like him, but I knew it would piss you off. I knew everything I did would piss you off, and that was what I wanted. So I did."
Donghyuck sits himself up, rests his weight on his elbows behind himself. "But why?" He finds himself asking, the question that's nagged at his mind since that very day— Eight years old, oversized party hat, no company but his mother and siblings. "Why did you— What made you want to piss me off so bad?"
Renjun exhales, almost like he's masking a sad chuckle. "Because I liked you," Donghyuck's almost positive he's going to see a pig flying past the window, for his hair to start falling out, some obscure dream cliche. "Ever since we were kids."
Liked. Liked can mean a dozen different things, right? Not like Renjun had had a crush on him, or anything—
"I was scared. I mean, God, I was like 7 years old. I didn't know it was okay to like boys, and I didn't know it was okay to like you, you know? It was weird, and it was scary, and I just— I just thought the only way to fix it was to make you hate me. So I arranged my party right when I knew yours was, and of course, you got mad, and then I just... went with it. I kept going with it because I thought that was how I made myself stop liking you."
It's as if all air had been knocked out of Donghyuck, leaving him solidly breathless in the comfort of his own bed. Oh my god. Renjun had liked liked him.
11 years of his lifetime, Donghyuck feels as if he has to reevaluate, because holy fuck Renjun had liked him. All those years ago, Renjun had a crush on him, a reason behind the years of once meaningless arguments and inconveniences.
"Did it work?" He asks thoughtlessly.
"What?" Finally, Renjun sits up too, and while Donghyuck can make out his comforter falling into a pile at his lap, the dark doesn't do any favours in letting him see the expression that paints his face.
"Did it work?" He repeats, realising he now has to clarify the question he barely knew the meaning of. "I mean... Did it make you not like me?" How is he asking this right now? How is it a real, known fact between them that Renjun, who made his life a living hell as often as possible, had once had a crush on him?
Renjun shifts, seems to look away from Donghyuck. "For a while, I guess. Until you ended up as my fucking roommate. What kind of luck is that?"
Much like earlier, it takes Donghyuck a beat too long to process this. For a while— Meaning it briefly hadn't. Meaning Renjun had had a crush on him recently.
And in some miraculous way, it makes sense. From the birthday situation to Jeno, it made sense.
Renjun stretches a little. "Anyway," He yawns. "I just thought I'd say something before, you know, we're not roommates anymore."
Donghyuck's heart races. They can't just leave the conversation there, can they? Not when he feels the nagging urge for something more to come out of it, an impending realisation at the tip of his tongue. Because maybe— Maybe all those years, Donghyuck had liked Renjun too, blinded by the decade or petty arguments and glares at one another.
"I forgive you."
Of all the thoughtless words that have left him during the most verbal interaction they've had in months, the three words feel the oddest coming from him. Not because they're untrue, but quite the opposite, actually.
"Donghyuck—"
Well, now he has to go full out with this. Acting on impulse, Donghyuck moves aside his comforter and sheets, climbs out of his bed and moves to Renjun's instead, settles down at the edge. Now closer, he can better make out the details of his face.
"I don't know if you were looking for forgiveness, or what, but— You're getting it, Renjun. Assuming you stop being a complete asshole to me for good," He rambles, finds himself taking the other's hand that just looks so empty sitting there. "I forgive you. I get it. I know how shitty and hard it can be to find yourself. And well, I guess I can't blame you for getting me involved in that, because I'm just so irresistible, aren't I?"
Renjun, for what feels like the first time Donghyuck has ever witnessed, smiles. A bright smile that reaches his eyes, and effortlessly make Donghyuck mimic the expression. "Yeah, sure."
"And even though it was mostly you, I was kind of a dick to you too. So I guess I owe an apology as well," Donghyuck hums, intertwining their fingers. It feels so instinctive, so natural, that it's a wonder how they didn't do this for the last decade rather than fight. "What if we start over?"
Renjun's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to room with you again next semester. And maybe we could start over, you know? Redo the last ten years? Maybe even celebrate our birthday together like normal human beings?"
Again, Renjun smiles. "I'd like that."