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Jeongin was about to get his first tattoo - a small dandelion on the inside of his wrist. He was nervous and decided to arrive early just in case he needed to talk some more to Minyun. When he got to the tattoo shop, there was a beautiful, black motorcycle parked outfront, which at first he thought belonged to the tattooist - Minyun sure looked like the type to own one of those. They had somehow been friends for a while, she was almost graduating when he entered college and mentored him on some things he needed help with. She greeted him when he arrived, in the middle of a break from tattooing the guy in front of her.
“Hi, Min! I didn’t know you got a new motorcycle.”
“Oh, that one is mine,” the guy said, looking at Jeongin for the first time, eyes widening a fraction before coming back to normal. “Do you like it?” he asked, a tender tone to his voice.
“It’s beautiful,” Jeongin said, weirdly comfortable for a first meeting.
“Not as beautiful as you,” the guy said, smiling fondly, and for some reason Minyun widened her eyes.
“Thank you,” Jeongin replied, usually he’d feel awkward getting complimented like that, but now he was just smiling and fighting his blush.
“If you wanna go for a ride we could grab something to eat later” the guy said, more appreciative than flirty, but it made Jeongin blush more anyway.
He shook his head, he still had classes later. He never noticed when people were flirting with him but this time he almost believed he was being asked on a date, he soon brushed it off - these types of things didn’t happen to him.
Minyun chuckled behind her mask, applying the finishing touches to his tattoo.
“Maybe I was being too forward… My name is Changbin. I’m calling you cute inside my head but I’d love to know your real name.”
Minyun lightly slapped his shoulder, probably used to him flirting with her clients and friends.
“My name is Jeongin but I like being called cute,” he replied, only noticing he accidentally flirted back when Minyun looked at him with wide eyes, holding back a smile.
His voice was steadier than he expected from how fast his heart was beating, surprised one of the prettiest guys he had ever seen was even giving him any attention, the guys he thought were pretty usually didn’t look his way twice. Which initially made him think Changbin was making fun of him. They talked while Minyun finished his tattoo, Changbin wasn’t flirting anymore so Jeongin thought maybe that was just in his head and that the already heavily tattooed guy was just being nice when he made the compliments. But right before leaving Changbin handed him a paper with a phone number written on it - Jeongin thought that was a joke again - but smiled politely at him.
“Maybe you can’t today, but if you change your mind and want to grab something to eat or just hang out, send me a message,” he said while smiling, before leaving the shop.
Jeongin put the paper in his pocket, thinking that would be the last time he’d see him. But now that he was aware of Changbin’s existence it was like the guy was everywhere. Jeongin saw him and his friends multiple times when leaving the college library, when going to coffee shops, when he went out with his own friends, when he bought groceries and even when he walked his dog. Everytime Changbin would wave with a smile on his face and everytime Jeongin would blush, sometimes waving back but sometimes hiding himself behind something - this when Changbin looked prettier than usual and it made Jeongin’s heart race.
One night he accidentally slept on top of his books and when he woke up both the last bus and the last train had already passed and the college guards didn’t allow him to stay, so he was rummaging through his backpack trying to find enough money to call a cab while he waited for any of his friends that lived nearby to reply, but it was a week day and they were probably asleep already.
It was way past midnight, his parents were going to kill him.
“What are you doing in the street so late?” Jeongin’s blood ran cold when he heard someone ask behind him. He didn’t know if he should try to run, afraid it would make things worse.
“Is everything okay? You seem stressed,” Jeongin turned around and saw Changbin behind him.
“I’m fine,” Jeongin exhaled, trying to calm his heart while he felt the need to run away still flowing through his veins. “I was trying to call a cab.”
“I can take you home if you want,” Changbin offered, sympathetic.
Jeongin was tired, barely had enough money to go home, none of his friends were replying and Changbin was being nice but he was still a stranger, Jeongin didn’t want to go home with a stranger.
“Wouldn’t a cab be a stranger driving anyway?” Changbin chuckled, apparently he had said the last part out loud. “But if you prefer a cab I can just keep you company, it’s dangerous here at night.”
“You could also be dangerous,” Jeongin blurted out before he could hold back, his brain to mouth filter failing.
“That’s good logic,” Changbin laughed.
“Sorry,” Jeongin mumbled.
“Don’t be, people see a person that looks like me and their first instinct is to think I’m somehow a threat,” and Jeongin stopped to properly look at him, every time he saw Changbin he was wearing all black: now he had black jeans ripped at the knees and somehow his leather jacket was darker than the rest, Jeongin could see his tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of his jacket, the collar of his shirt and between the rips on his jeans, he had rings on his fingers, their color matching his lip ring and eyebrow piercing, a small spear tattoo on the side of his face right beside his ear, his undercut accentuated his strong features, sharp cat-like eyes and full plumpy lips.
“That doesn’t mean I should treat you like one,” Jeongin was glad this time he was able to hold himself back from blurting out how beautiful he thought Changbin was.
Changbin just smiled at him, a dimple showing on one side of his face. “Well, if you change your mind… my bike is near the bar,” he said, lightly kicking some loose rocks on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets.
Jeongin sighed, “let’s go then.”
Changbin looked at him startled, surprised Jeongin actually accepted it, and even more surprised when he held onto his arm as they walked towards the bar.
He gave Jeongin one of the helmets and helped him tie it safely. He wrapped his arms around Changbin's waist when he sped up. They were near his house in no time, the road was empty and Changbin drove fast, making Jeongin’s heart pound against his ribcage - but not in fear, the city lights were disappearing so fast behind them that he thought this would make him anxious but… he never felt so calm and safe, he wished he could remove his helmet to feel the wind in his hair, he wished he could do this everyday.
“That felt so nice,” Jeongin said when he got down from the bike, thinking about the wind, the lights and how fast they were.
“Yeah, that was nice,” Changbin replied, thinking about Jeongin’s arms on his waist and how he giggled when Changbin went faster than he should.
“Thank you,” he gave Changbin a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t worry, when you need me just call me and I’ll find you,” he winked, driving away when Jeongin was safe in his home.
And he did. Jeongin finally mustered enough courage to text him and they talked all day, Changbin called him from time to time just to talk about their days and always brought him home when Jeongin was out too late. It felt like they had known each other for ages, like they had always been doing this and just fell into the routine again, talking to Changbin always made Jeongin’s day better and he still blushed every time Changbin used a lame pick up line on him, but he didn’t really take it to heart, after a while he noticed Changbin was playful with everyone.
Jeongin’s parents didn’t like him, they had always been overprotective over their son and that didn’t change even when Jeongin became an adult. They didn’t like that he started getting home in the middle of the night, started leaving the house late, that he started getting home smelling like alcohol or weed even if he had never gotten home drunk or high. He didn’t change, he was still doing well in college, he was still respectful towards them, he was still nice to everyone, so even if they wanted to complain about anything, Jeongin didn’t really give them a reason to, they just worried for him and warned him that his new friend could be dangerous. But Jeongin knew now that Changbin wouldn’t hurt a fly.
And Jeongin met all of Changbin’s closest friends too: Chan was the oldest of them, he often tried to cook for everyone and held parties at his place, Minho looked intimidating at first but he was the softest of them, quickly to smile and blush and he had a twin sister, Minyun, who by coincidence Jeongin was already friends with, Jisung was the closest to Jeongin in age and they quickly became friends, they even found out they went to the same middle school, bonding while reminiscing about their days there.
They all went out together sometimes, Changbin always bringing Jeongin with them when Jeongin agreed to go, which was almost always.
They often had lunch together, Changbin ate slowly so Jeongin always stealed a bit of food from his plate when he finished his own, the first time he did that in front of his friends they looked at him alarmed - no one was allowed to get food from Changbin’s plate without getting an earful about principles and buying things for themselves instead of taking his - but when they expected Changbin to complain, he only looked up, smiled and asked: “Is it good?” and when Jeongin agreed, he’d only say: “Take more” and they would be even more surprised when he actually let him do it. Changbin would let Jeongin test different clothes on him - designs he had made himself - to see if they looked good enough to use on his fashion major projects, even inviting him to fashion events in his college when his pieces were approved; In turn Jeongin would let Changbin take him to motorcycle rallies, where he would buy pieces to upgrade his own or just look at other classic models, they didn’t understand much of each other’s interests but they were always happy to keep each other company, even if they received a few weird looks from other people for being so different: Changbin always in total black at colorful fashion shows and Jeongin always colorful in biker events, where most people were in black leathery clothes.
So it wasn’t unexpected when he went to a bar with Changbin and Chan, Minyun had a small rock band and sometimes she did gigs in pubs and small venues. They went to support her and her bandmates and now that the show was over they were waiting for her so they could go home together.
They were waiting by a table, she was still in the backroom so Chan and Changbin were talking about their motorcycles and what they planned to upgrade next, Chan had made some changes in their logo and wanted to show it to Changbin before showing the others, Jeongin didn’t feel like he could contribute much to their biker gang talk so he let them know he was going to grab something to eat.
He walked to the other side of the bar, waiting after making his order.
“I think I never saw you here before,” a guy sneaked beside Jeongin by the counter.
“Ah, it’s- it’s the first time I come here,” he smiled politely.
“Really?” The guy asked, clearly tipsy. “And did someone give you a tour of the place? The bar is really big.”
“Hm, I’m just waiting for my order,” he said, not wanting to be rude. “Maybe later, or some other day.”
“Oh, some other day? Does that mean I can have your number?”
“I’m- I-”
“I’m joking, I’m joking,” the guy laughed. “Can I buy you a drink while you wait for your order?”
“I don’t… drink,” Jeongin replied.
“It’s okay, doesn’t have to be alcohol,” the guy smiled, nodding to the bartender and ordering something before Jeongin could say no. The drink arrived way faster than his burger and fries, and he had nowhere to run for, when he looked back Changbin wasn’t at the table.
“Here, pretty. Your soda,” he gave the can to Jeongin.
“Thank you…” Jeongin grabbed it but didn’t open it, at least it was still sealed, so he judged it wasn’t dangerous. Maybe the stranger was okay after all, just a little pushy.
“Did you come for the show?”
“Ah, yes,” Jeongin said, moving the can from hand to hand. “I’m friends with the vocalist.”
“Minyun? She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? Even though she’s not my type, if you know what I mean,” the guy said, and Jeongin didn’t notice when the stranger looked at his lips before licking his own.
“Yeah, I understand,” Jeongin chuckled, not realizing how the guy was slowly coming closer to him.
“So, do you want to go somewhere more private?” The guy winked.
“Oh,” Jeongin said, finally realizing he was being flirted with. “I can’t, I have to wait for my order.”
“I can wait.”
“You don’t have to,” Jeongin said, trying desperately to come up with something so the stranger would go away but he couldn’t think of anything. He couldn’t find Changbin or Chan and he left his phone with them so he didn’t know how to get home if something were to happen.
“I don’t mind keeping company to a pretty little thing like you.”
Jeongin grimaced, taking a step back as the guy took a step forward, moving his face so close into his personal space that he could smell the alcohol on his breath.
He felt someone putting their arm around his shoulder, he almost moved away from it before realizing it was Changbin. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Hey asshole, he’s not interested,” Changbin managed to stare the guy down despite being shorter than him.
“I think you shouldn’t interfere…”
“And I think you should leave him alone,” Changbin took a step forward, putting Jeongin behind him.
“Why don’t you leave us alone?” The guy said, trying to push Changbin away.
Changbin grabbed his arm and bent it uncomfortably behind his back, pressing his face against the counter.
“He’s mine,” Changbin snarled, hoping it was low enough that Jeongin wouldn’t hear. “You better leave him alone or your arm is not the only thing I’m gonna break,” he pressed harder to emphasize his point.
“Binnie, stop…” He heard Jeongin say, putting a hand on his shoulder. Changbin let the guy go, sighing.
“Yeah, stop embarrassing yourself,” the guy insisted. “He wants-”
Changbin punched him. He punched him so hard the guy fell backwards over the counter, hand immediately holding his bleeding nose. He grabbed Jeongin by the arm, pulling him towards the exit while they heard the guy scream something about his broken nose.
“Get on,” Changbin said when they got to his bike, throwing a helmet to Jeongin.
They were quick to drive away, weaving through the few cars in the street.
“Baby, did you eat?” Changbin asked when they stopped at a traffic light a few minutes later, when Jeongin’s heart was tranquil again.
“What? Why?” Jeongin asked, confused.
“You went to get something to eat. Did you eat?”
“I didn’t, they took too long to make it,” Jeongin almost forgot about that.
“Damn,” Changbin turned to the right when the light went green, stopping in front of a 24 hour diner a few minutes later. “But you’re still hungry, right?”
Jeongin nodded, after taking off his helmet. Changbin grabbed his hand, walking in together.
“Order anything you want, it’s kinda my fault you didn’t get to eat back there,” he smiled.
“It’s not your fault… Did you hurt your hand?” Jeongin asked, lifting their joined hands and inspecting his angry red knuckles. “That guy had such a thick skull I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” he said in such a serious tone Changbin couldn’t help but laugh.
“It doesn’t hurt when you hold it,” Changbin smiled, missing how red Jeongin’s cheeks became because he turned to place their order. He kept Changbin’s hand in his, caressing the redness with his thumb.
“Are you okay?” Changbin asked, Jeongin hadn’t looked up at him.
“Yeah.”
“Did he do anything to you?”
“No. He just made me uncomfortable. At first I didn’t even notice he was flirting with me…”
“You can be so innocent sometimes,” Changbin said and Jeongin glared at him, not actually angry. “I hope I didn’t scare you either.”
“I’m glad you showed up. I tried to stop you because I was afraid you’d get in trouble, I wasn’t scared of you.”
Changbin nodded, understanding, “I’m glad I showed up too.”
Jeongin started to wonder if he should have been scared. He wasn’t. He was more scared of being alone with that guy than he was seeing Changbin almost breaking his arm and probably breaking his nose.
He thought it was hot.
Should he be scared? Did that mean there was something wrong with him?
He heard Changbin say Jeongin was his and he knew he only said that so the stranger would stop bothering him but Jeongin had been fighting the urge to climb on his lap and kiss him since he heard it. Jeongin subconsciously leaned in, Changbin was looking down at their joined hands on his lap, so if he moved just a bit further…
“Oh, our order is ready,” Changbin said, getting up.
Jeongin moved back, heart pounding on his chest, breathing heavily as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He was lucky Changbin took a while to come back to their table, he had enough time to compose himself again, pondering for the rest of the night: why the fuck was he thinking about kissing his friend?
When Minho and Jisung finally started living together they invited their friends to a housewarming party. Jeongin was glad they wanted him there, considering they didn’t invite many people. Chan and Minyun were there, along with some other friends Jeongin didn’t know yet. He didn’t feel anxious but he knew he’d probably just stick to Changbin’s side anyway. The party was calm and Jeongin felt less shy after a few beers, he cringed at the taste at first but soon got used to it, Changbin kept laughing at how much he cursed when drunk and how clingy he became with who he was closer to. Changbin was fixing some drinks for their friends, he had a part time job as a bartender so in all their gatherings he’d end up making drinks for all of them.
“He was looking for you,” Chan got in the kitchen, with Jeongin practically wrapped around his arm.
“Where the fuck were you?”
Changbin held back his laughter. “I was here all along.”
Jeongin let go of Chan’s arm to wrap himself around Changbin’s back.
“Can you give me another drink?”
“I think you had enough,” Changbin said, filling a glass with water and giving it to Jeongin.
“But…” he started but Changbin shook his head, pointing the glass of water in his direction. He stared at him and Changbin added a lemon slice to the water, giving him a smug smile. Jeongin pouted - he didn’t want water, he wanted another beer.
Changbin wanted to kiss him, they were so close he was sure if he moved just a few centimeters he’d be able to peck his lips. And to his surprise, Jeongin closed the distance and gave him a kiss on the cheek, giggling as he pulled away, clearly tipsy.
“That won’t get you any alcohol,” Changbin joked, to hide how fast his heart was beating just from a silly kiss. And then Jeongin kissed his neck and his shoulder. He closed his eyes, about to turn his head to kiss his lips when he remembered this was not the type of relationship they had. “Innie, stop.”
He pulled away, frowning and pouting again, and Changbin used that opportunity to make him drink the glass of water, holding his chin in place as he swallowed it.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret later just because you had a few beers,” Changbin said, filling the glass with water again when Jeongin finished drinking the first one.
They sat down on the couch together when the party started dying down, Jeongin was still drunk and clingy so before Changbin could even settle down properly, Jeongin was draped over him, head on his shoulder, arm over his belly and legs over his lap. They all kept talking and Jeongin was almost falling asleep so he couldn’t keep track of their conversation as well as he wanted to, he got a bit startled when Changbin started talking, his chest moving under Jeongin’s head when he laughed at something. He tried to listen to what he was saying and tensed, Changbin was talking about the last time he had been with someone, apparently they landed on that subject when they were joking about how long it took Jisung and Minho to get together. Jeongin didn’t like talking about these things, he didn’t have any experience to be an actual part of the conversation. But they didn’t know that, and when the question shifted to him he tensed even more, Changbin noticed and ran his hand up and down his back, about to say something but Jeongin blurted out, barely audible but encouraged by the beers he drank:
“I’m a virgin.”
Jeongin kept his head low with the silence that followed. Changbin suspected he didn’t have much experience, since he never talked about those things, but he never imagined he was a virgin.
He felt chills up and down his body when a drunk Jeongin mumbled again, somehow even lower: “I only kissed once a few years ago. I think I don’t even remember how it feels…” he yawned, tightening his hold on Changbin.
“I thought… You and Changbin…” Han started, but fell silent when Changbin made neck slicing motions while glaring at him.
“Yeah, right, me and Changbin…” Jeongin chuckled and yawned again, not worrying about finishing his sentence.
“Alright, you’re still drunk, finish your glass of water,” Changbin said, grabbing the glass and Jeongin’s chin, making him drink a few more gulps.
When he put the glass down, Jeongin grabbed his hand, intently looking at his fingers and playing with them, interlacing them with his and letting it go again, Changbin felt the urge to kiss him. Hell, he felt the urge to do much worse, if Jeongin wanted to he’d tell everyone to leave so he could fuck him right there on the couch, maybe he’d even do it in front of them. He shook his head. Everyone was already talking about something else but he couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongin, cute, soft, inexperienced and how much he had fantasized about dating him… How in his heart Jeongin was his and how jealous he felt when someone else looked at him in a desiring way, when someone touched him in ways only he should be touching.
But then he remembered again: Jeongin wasn’t his. It didn’t matter how much he pretended for the sake of his heart, Jeongin only liked him as a friend. During all these months they knew each other, Changbin kept flirting with him and trying to charm him and it never worked before, now he realized maybe he should just… give up. Most people considered their first time to be a big deal and he was sure Jeongin wouldn’t want him to be his first. He’d probably want someone more similar to him and Changbin couldn’t be that, they had been too different from the start.
He heard a soft snoring on his shoulder, Jeongin had fallen asleep on top of him while he was spiraling.
He carried him to one of the spare rooms, laid him down on the bed and sat down, bending to give him a forehead kiss. He started to move away but Jeongin mumbled something incoherent and wrapped his arms around his waist, frowning and cursing when Changbin tried to unwrap him, so he did his best to just get comfortable as Jeongin used him as a teddy bear, he planned to leave and sleep on the couch the moment Jeongin relaxed his grasp but he woke up the next morning with Jeongin asleep in his arms, head tucked under his chin, somehow still hugging him tightly.
“Please…” he moaned, sighing into Changbin’s neck. He shivered, was Jeongin dreaming?
“Innie?” Changbin tried to wiggle away from his embrace but Jeongin just held tighter, he felt something poking his thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” Changbin thought, right as Jeongin thrusted against him, letting out a soft moan.
“Jeongin,” Changbin tried again, louder.
“Hm…” he moaned again, still asleep.
Somehow Jeongin managed to slide one of his legs in the middle of Changbin’s legs, pressing his thigh against his dick.
“Fuck,” he shut his eyes tightly, looking up and biting his lips, by reflex he humped on the thigh between his. He moved his hand to Jeongin’s hip, bringing him closer before letting go. “I can’t-”
He moved his hand to Jeongin’s shoulder and shook him harder, his eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Binnie?” he moved backwards when he realized how close they were, how hard he was. Changbin kept him from falling out of bed, holding him by his waist.
“I’m sorry!” Jeongin said, breathing loudly. “I didn’t mean to- I didn’t-”
He got up, almost running to the bathroom attached before Changbin could say anything. He laid down like a starfish on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He hoped Jeongin wasn’t feeling bad for something he did subconsciously. He knocked on the bathroom door but Jeongin told him to go away, give him some time, so he went back to bed.
Now, Changbin thought he was even closer to losing his mind. He didn’t need to know how Jeongin felt against him, he didn’t need to know how he moaned, he didn’t need to know how his face looked when he pleasured himself. If he wanted to ruin Jeongin before, this only made things worse. And it made him feel guilty. He already knew Jeongin wasn’t attracted to him and whatever happened now was even more confirmation to it, he looked so scared. Maybe he should give him some space.