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“Fuck,” Jongin groans, face lays flat on the cold table.
He is going through it. Mental block. Psychological block. Muddled brain. Whatever that is. It is sending him down the spiral of hopelessness, mixed with a very little part of rage, just a little.
The printed words on the papers turn into a chunk of nonsense. It is like scrambled words where he needs to figure out the pattern and solve the riddles. Nothing makes sense to him.
Usually, he wouldn’t be in this much despair over his exam. He is happy with a B or C, even a D. Never in his wildest dream did he think he would score an A, not that he craves for it either. He did score As for a few modules — the easy modules or the modules which he could get past the professors with no sweat.
But it is a whole different story for this particular module. For the first time in his life, he needs to ace his exam badly.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Junmyeon asks, mouth filled with chips but his eyes remain on the TV screen.
Jongin groans again, louder, lightly banging his head on the hard surface until he bangs too hard and winces, rubbing his forehead where it stings. His body jolts upwards, sighing. “Hyung, do you know anything about asp—aspnet?”
“Huh? asphalt? Isn't that what people use to make the road?”
“Forget it,” he snickers. He is at the brink of losing his sanity.
He received a shocking email from Professor Lee this morning, clearly stating that he needs to get at least an 85 to pass or he would have to retake the course which he can’t afford to do so. Mr. Kim is going to kill him if he has to repeat a year.
Jongin found out that he forgot to submit one of the assignments which carried 30% of the final mark. 30 fucking percent. He has to be the stupidest man on Earth for forgetting something so important.
It is also utterly convenient that it is his last paper. The exam is two weeks away; two weeks should be more than enough time for him to cram everything into his tiny brain but it won’t matter if he doesn’t know where and how to start. The thick textbook is still as terrifying as he first remembered holding them.
He knows, without anyone pointing out the obvious, that he is the one that puts himself in that situation. This is the consequence that he has to deal with.
Jongin is starting to regret taking Introduction to Web Programming as his elective module. It is frustrating that he can’t even recall why he decided to sign up for the class in the first place. He is pretty sure there are other easier modules. Sehun is taking Cyberlaw; the man looks like he is having it too easy.
Junmyeon turns to him, licking the salt off his lips. “What’s up?”
“Do you think dad will confiscate my benz and the credit card if I’ve to repeat a year?”
Junmyeon pursues his lips in concentration as he gives the question a thought. He lets out a breath. “Why are you asking?”
“Just answer the question.”
Junmyeon gives an unimpressed look at the sarcastic tone. “I thought you’re done with your exam?”
“I still have one more paper to sit for. I need to get a 85. At least an 85,” Jongin emphasizes the last sentence.
Junmyeon’s mouth drops open, gasping loudly. “Well, goodluck with that.” He gives his brother a thumbs up.
“You’re not helping at all,” Jongin groans. He holds his head, ruffling his hair in frustration. “Why don’t you tutor me?” he blurts out. He is desperate, if anything.
“What module is it?”
Jongin holds up one of the printed lecture slides. “Introduction to Web Programming.”
Junmyeon immediately shakes his head. “You’re on your own, dude. Can’t help you with that one. We both know we weren’t born to excel in school. Lucky we can get by with our generational wealth.” He looks up at the ceiling, thanking his dead great grandparents.
Jongin massages his head. There is no hope. His father is going to castrate him alive.
“What great timing,” Junmyeon snorts, reading something off his phone. “Dad asked how did you do in your exams? Can you please reply to his messages?”
Jongin huffs. He remembers leaving his father’s message on read last night.
“Oh. Kyungsoo, what’s up?” Junmyeon says, holding his phone next to his ear.
Jongin’s head whips towards his brother at the mention of a very familiar name. He listens to the conversation attentively, eyebrows knitted.
“Hmm…I’m not sure. When do you need it?...Huh? That soon…I’ll see what I can do. Oh. Got it…Bye.”
He blinks, mouth falling open. He completely forgot that his brother’s best friend knows a lot about computers. Kyungsoo is a nerd, the stereotypical kind of nerd that anyone would have in mind. The man is brilliant, the top of his class since high school and now, makes it into the dean list every semester.
They are not exactly close despite Kyungsoo being his brother's best friend. Jongin hardly talks to the man. They have seen each other on campus a couple of times but had never exchanged more than a few words. It was always the usual, “hello”, “how are you?”, and “Bye. I’ll see you around”.
“Hyung,” he calls. “Isn’t Kyungsoo a computer geek? His major is—what was it? — Software—” He snaps his finger. “Computer Science? Or was it Computer Engineering—that doesn’t sound right.”
Junmyeon scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s Software Engineering,” he corrects.
“Right. Software Engineering. Do you think he can tutor me?”
Junmyeon shrugs, eyes on the TV while he digs into his bag of chips. “I don’t know.”
“Ah. Hyung!” Jongin whines, throwing his pen towards his brother which he misses rather pathetically. He is way out of the target range.
“What?” Junmyeon grumbles, turning to face him.
“Do you think he can tutor me?” He repeats the question.
“I don’t know!” Junmyeon yells, giving back the energy he receives. “Call and ask him. I’m not his secretary. Now, please stop disturbing me. I’m going to miss out on my favorite scene from the drama!”
Jongin opens his mouth, ready to counter, when a thought crosses his mind. His brother does have a point. He reaches out for his phone, contemplates it for a minute. He is desperate but doesn’t want to come off too desperate; it is his pride talking. He unlocks his phone, skimming through the notifications. Most of it are messages from his group chats and some people he hooked up with.
He quickly replies to Sehun’s message, telling him he is skipping tonight’s drinking.
“Hyung, can I have Kyungsoo’s number?”
Junmyeon gives his brother an incredulous look. “What? You don’t have his number?”
///
It is somewhere past 11 o’clock. Jongin glances at his watch again. Not a minute has passed. He sighs, looking over at the entrance door when the hanging bell at the door rings. They agreed to meet at the book cafe, which is within walking distance from their campus at 11 o’clock.
It is 10 minutes past 11.
It is not like it is the first time anyone has been running late for their meetup. Sehun once stood him up, only texting him after he had waited an hour at the awful club with a foul stench. It was a complete nightmare.
“Jongin? Kim Jongin?”
Jongin immediately looks up, locking eyes with the man who has a slightly long bang that is parted half and glasses with a thin metal frame. “Y-yeah.”
He stands up, the sound of the chair screeching startles him. He clears his throat. “Do Kyungsoo? Junmyeon’s best friend.”
The other man nods. “Sorry I was late,” he apologizes as he takes a seat opposite of Jongin. “There were papers jammed in the library’s printer. I had to get the notes printed at the nearest printing shop which wasn’t near at all. It’s next to the north entrance.” The book cafe is located near the south entrance.
“I’m emailing the admin about the faulty printer. It was the second time this week,” Kyungsoo adds while opening his bag.
Jongin scratches his neck, nodding. He isn’t entirely sure how to react to the complaints.
His brother’s best friend looked the same as he last remembered. Clean. Smart. The typical looking nerd that he had mentioned. Surprisingly, chatty. Just like his older brother. Guess that is why they are both best friends.
A stack of paper drops on the table in front of him. Jongin blinks rapidly.
“Everything you need to prepare for the exam is in these notes.”
Jongin stares up at the older man with raised eyebrows. He isn’t sure if they got lost in translation, but he vividly remembered telling Kyungsoo over the phone that he needs tutoring.
“Are you sure you need tutoring?” It is as if the other man can read his mind. “This module isn’t that hard. You just need to read and remember some stuff, which I’ve highlighted and marked. I included my original notes as well.”
Kyungsoo takes out a document between the stack. “Past test papers with answers and mock exams from Professor Lee. Lucky you, I still have it.”
“That’s… convenient.” Jongin touches the papers.
“This is an easy module. It’s just the intro, nothing too complicated. It only has basic coding and a bunch of terminologies. You should be able to score a 90 easily if you study all of these.” Kyungsoo taps the stack of papers.
Jongin rubs his chin, scoffing. He thinks that his brother’s best friend is behaving unreasonably rude.”You could have just said no. You don’t need to call me stupid.”
“What? I didn’t say you were stupid.”
“Sounded like you did,” Jongin retorts. He gathers the papers with a forced smile. “Thanks for these. I’ll use it well.”
“Hold on. I think you misunderstood what I said earlier.”
The corner of Jongin’s lips curl upwards tauntingly. “Oh. Which part?”
Kyungsoo touches the rim of his glasses, moving it around nervously. He glances around the cafe, looking uneasy before he gives Jongin his full attention. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean it that way—sorry if it came out that way. Do you really need tutoring?”
Jongin sighs, leaning against his chair. “Yes. I’ll pay for your time if you want me to.”
“It’s not about the money,” Kyungsoo whispers. “Alright. But my place. When is your paper?”
“20th.”
“That’s in 13 days. It’s more than enough time to prepare.”
Jongin’s finger is tapping against the table impatiently.
“My place. 10 o’clock—wait, too early. Umm….11 o’clock. 2 hours everyday till the 19th.”
“Till the 20th. My paper is at 4.”
“Ok. 20th,” Kyungsoo agrees.
Jongin gives an approving nod. He actually prefers to have the tutoring session later in the afternoon or evening. He isn’t exactly a morning person and having classes at night is a perfect excuse for him to not get tangled in his night escapades.
Despite going through a life crisis, he is still able to make time for the usual hookups. What better way to get his mind off everything than fucking.
“I’ll message you my address in a bit. Session is canceled if you’re 15 minutes late without a heads up. My time is precious,” Kyungsoo stresses.
Jongin is starting to regret his decision a little. Kyungsoo looks, sounds like a difficult person to work with. It is puzzling how his brother could befriend someone with such character. But then he remembers that Junmyeon can be difficult too, maybe that is why both of them are best friends. Great. Chatty and obnoxious. A perfect combo.
“Got it. Anything else?” He tries very hard not to ask the question in a demeaning tone.
“That’s all. And about the payment, 30,000KRW per hour.”
“I’ll pay you 100,000KRW for 2 hours. I’ll include a bonus if I get an 85. I need an 85.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. “People like you sure have a lot of money to throw around. Yeah. Alright. I’d look stupid if I said no to that. 85 should be easy. Deal.”
Jongin holds back a punch.
They shake hands, completing the agreement. “I’ll see you tomorrow. 11 o’clock.”
Jongin forces another smile.
///
“Did you meet Kyungsoo?”
Jongin takes off his jacket. He throws it on the sofa, then heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge. He takes a huge sip, an attempt to calm the raging fire inside him, although it fails rather miserably.
If he wasn’t so desperate to find a tutor, he would have lashed out, putting Kyungsoo back to his rightful place. It is infuriating how thoughtless Kyungsoo’s words were. How Junmyeon and Kyungsoo became best friends is beyond his reasoning, besides the chatty part. Oh. And the obnoxiousness too.
Kyungsoo sounded like he had a beef with rich people.
Jongin doesn’t doubt that the man probably thought he is nothing more than just a spoiled brat, spending his daddy’s money and fucked around; although it might not be wrong, it is not entirely true either. Jongin has manners, at least he thinks he has them.
“Has your best friend always been an asshole?”
“Hey. He’s my best friend. You don’t get a free pass for saying bad stuff about him just because you’re my brother,” Junmyeon stresses, appearing from the corner of the room while struggling to put on the sheet mask.
“Well, has he?” Jongin presses. “He called me stupid.”
“You probably misheard him. Kyungsoo would never say something like that.”
“Ok. Alright. He may not have said it explicitly, but he implied that I was stupid,” Jongin defends.
Junmyeons taps his cheek over the sheet mask once he is done putting it on. “Kyungsoo might come out too blunt. He only says what’s in his mind, but trust me, whatever he said to you was probably the truth.”
“So, I can’t even defend myself after he called me stupid?”
“You just told me he didn’t say it explicitly.”
Jongin groans. “Besides, he said, quoted, people like you had too much money to throw around. Isn’t that him saying that we’re— you know .”
Junmyeon raises his shoulders. “It’s true. We do spend a lot of money.”
“Hyung, that’s not the point.”
“Jongin. Please. And yeah. You probably are stupid.” Junmyeon emphasizes the last word with his hands resting on his waist, a spitting image of their mother, especially with that sheet mask on. “Sehun told me you forgot to submit one of the assignments. If that’s not stupid, then I don’t know what it is,” Junmyeon sings-song.
Jongin presses his lips together. Being slapped by the truth is definitely not a joyful feeling. And he is going to kill his best friend.
“Told you nothing good comes out with you getting wasted and fucking around,” his brother adds. “What was it? Big dick? Yeah, right.”
“Hey! It is big, alright,” Jongin defends, shamelessly.
Junmyeon approaches him, pinching his cheeks. He swats his brother’s hand, earning him a giggle.
“Don’t bully Kyungsoo.” Junmyeon returns to his room.
“I’m the one who’s getting bullied here,” Jongin grumbles under his breath. He puts back the water bottle, closing the fridge door a little too hard.
///
It is their first tutoring session. Jongin takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. After yesterday’s situation, he badly wants to call it off. But the only thing that keeps him level-headed at the moment is that 85. His favorite benz. His black card.
Jongin presses the bell.
Ding. Dong.
He wets his dried lips.
The door unlocks, Kyungsoo’s head peeking between the small gap. His eyes are barely open, hair unruly. “Who are you?”
Jongin has to hold back a snort. “Jongin. You are supposed to tutor me.”
It takes about half a minute when Kyungsoo finally nods. “Right. Jongin. Tutor,” he mumbles. “Come in.”
Jongin enters the studio apartment, standing at the entrance as his eyes roam around the room. It is not as messy as he thought it would be. Only the bed is unmade. The books on the desk were placed in neat rows, kitchen spotless clean, the sink free from dishes, and the closet’s doors are closed; he assumes that it is organized too in the inside.
“Sorry if it’s a bit messy.”
Jongin finally snorts, rubbing his nose to mask it. Show-off.
“Umm. There. Let’s do the tutoring on the table.” Kyungsoo points at the floor table placed in the middle of the room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be with you in a minute. I need to pee,” Kyungsoo says while rubbing his eyes, followed by a yawn.
Jongin nods, and puts his bag on the floor. Kyungsoo is definitely the type to speak his mind without an ounce of filtering. You don’t announce to someone you barely know your activity in the toilet; normal people would have said something like, I need to use the toilet.
But then he forgot that Kyungsoo doesn't exactly belong to that group of people — normal people.
He sits down, taking out the materials he received from Kyungsoo yesterday, putting them on the table. A pencil case next to it. A mechanical pencil between his fingers. He glances at his wrist watch. So much for starting at 11 o’clock sharp.
Kyungsoo reappears 10 minutes later. Washed up. Dressed in a pair of clean clothes. He takes a seat next to Jongin. “So which part do you need help with?”
“Everything,” Jongin answers, curtly.
“Sure….” Kyungsoo takes a deep breath. “Let’s start with the basics then.” He takes out one of the stapled notes, flipping it to a specific page.
“Chapter 1. Introduction,” he starts, pushing the notes in front of Jongin. “So, there are mostly important terminologies you need to remember. Just memorize everything. The type of web programming, HTML, CSS, JavaScript, ASP.NET—”
“What’s ASP.NET?” Jongin interrupts, realizing he has been pronouncing it wrongly.
Kyungsoo turns to him with a surprised expression. “You don’t know what is ASP.NET?”
“Do I look like I do?”
“What about HTML, JavaScript, and CSS? You at least need to know what they are. These are the foundation of web programming,” Kyungsoo tells Jongin, finding it hard to believe that the younger man doesn’t know the basics of the basics.
“I told you I need help with everything. And can you drop the sarcasm in your tone? I paid you to teach me, not judge me for not knowing the basics.” There. Jongin finally said it.
Kyungsoo immediately shuts his mouth. “That’s not what I meant,” he mumbles.
Jongin finds it amusing that the older man is using the same excuse again. He doesn’t know if he can last for 2 hours breathing in the same room as Kyungsoo.
The tension in the air is evident.
“You’re a business major, right? Why did you take this as your elective module?” asks Kyungsoo.
Jongin groans, finding the never-ending questions irritating. “Can we please go back to tutoring?”
Kyungsoo is taken back by the sudden outburst. “This won’t do. Do you not like me? I can’t tutor someone who doesn’t like me.”
“I don’t know. You tell me,” Jongin scoffs.
“You’re acting like a brat.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t say that I don’t like you,” Jongin defends, slightly alarmed. Well, as much as he isn’t a big fan of his brother’s best friend, he knows now isn’t the right time to feed his ego. He is holding the short end of the stick.
Kyungsoo huffs. “You’re lucky you’re Junmyeon’s brother. If it isn’t for that, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?”
Kyungsoo resigns with a heavy sigh. “Do you want to get an 85 or what?”
“Obviously.”
Their eyes locked in a staring game, deadly glares and hatred flowing out.
Kyungsoo sighs, finger tapping on the title printed in bold. “Anyway, ASP.NET is more dynamic web programming. It is used together with HTML, JavaScript, and CSS—these three are web programming languages. Just imagine ASP.NET is a word doc, but it only understands web programming languages. So you feed it with HTML, JavaScript, and CSS to build websites, which you see when you open Twitter, IG.”
“Oh.”
“Got it?”
Jongin nods. Crystal. At least his mind is clear enough to understand the explanation.
“ASP.NET is just one example of a web programming tool. But don’t worry about it. Professor Lee’s module doesn’t cover ASP.NET in depth. You’ll be fine knowing what it is and how it is used,” Kyungsoo further explains. “It should be easy once you’ve memorized how it works.”
“Can you stop using the word easy? Everything about this module is hard for me.”
Kyungsoo’s face hardens. “What seems to be the issue now?”
“Do you always look down on other people who're not as smart as you?” Jongin blurts out, regretting it a second later.
“Where does that come from?” Kyungsoo feels misunderstood. “I don’t know what it is that I do or said that made you see me that way, but no, I don’t really care if others are smarter or stupider than me. It doesn’t concern me.”
Kyungsoo puts his pen down. “I’ve a shit ton of work to do, papers to read. Are you going to let me tutor you or do you want to call it quits?”
Jongin wants to say his piece too, to argue, but decides to keep his thoughts to himself. He badly needs that 85. He needs Kyungsoo to tutor him, more than anything
///
The papers are full of scribbles — meaningful scribbles. Although he still finds his brother’s best friend a pain in the ass, surprisingly, he can understand everything that the man taught him. He probably understood the module materials better than when Professor Lee was teaching in class, no offense to that old man.
And that exasperates Jongin; having to give credit where it is due.
But his impression of Kyungsoo still hasn’t changed.
Jongin walks towards the famous tonkatsu restaurant near their campus. Junmyeon called him earlier to get an early dinner together. Jongin was at the library, revising the notes and mock questions from his tutoring session with Kyungsoo earlier.
He stands at the entrance, looking around the restaurant.
“Jongin! Here!”
He shifts his attention towards the call of his name. His facial expression immediately turns sour. Just great.
Jongin approaches his brother’s table with heavy steps. He takes a seat opposite of the man he only wanted to see when he was being tutored.
“I’ve ordered for you. The usual,” Junmyeon says. “Now that you two are close acquaintances—”
“We’re not.”
“Close what?”
“Close…acquaintances…” Junmyeon stammers. He gives the two men a wary look before he continues, “...we can have a meal together. Right?”
Jongin crosses his arms, head turning away while Kyungsoo forces a smile.
“What’s going on between you two?” Junmyeon asks.
“Nothing,” answers Kyungsoo as he shakes his head.
Junmyeon isn’t the slightest convinced, especially not when his brother hasn’t looked at his best friend since he sat down.
“This—whatever this is, doesn’t look like nothing.”
“Your food is here. Three pork katsu curry,” the waiter chimes, putting a plate in front of each of them.
Junmyeon rubs his hands together while grinning, completely forgetting their previous conversation.
Jongin huffs, reluctantly facing his meal. He has been in the library since he left Kyungsoo’s apartment. He hadn’t had anything besides 3 pieces of kimbap.
“How’s the tutoring, Kyungsoo? Is my brother giving you a hard time?” Junmyeon asks, putting a slice of pork katsu from his plate onto Kyungsoo’s plate.
“It’s alright,” Kyungsoo answers, mouth filled with food.
Jongin wasn’t expecting Kyungsoo to lie. He kind of expected the man to rant about him, at least a little. He knows they both have had quite a hard time dealing with each other. They aren’t exactly on good terms. They barely made it through their first tutoring session without wanting to bite each other's heads off.
“You’re an angel,” Junmyeon comments, making Jongin snort out loud, earning a glare from Kyungsoo. “The day when you met him at the book cafe. He came home and complained about you.”
Jongin feels a little uneasy.
“He called you an—”
“Ah. Hyung!” Jongin grumbles.
“What?” Junmyeon shrugs innocently.
Jongin rolls his eyes. That would frame him as the bad guy. He huffs, losing appetite. He pokes the pork katsu with his fork. He is exhausted, mentally drained. Jongin has never studied as much as he did for the past 2 days of his entire life. And his brother is not making it any easier for him, neither is the devil sitting in front of him.
His eyes widened when a foreign fork suddenly stabbed one of his pork katsu. His eyes follow the piece of meat floating in the air, watching it drop onto Kyungsoo’s plate.
He looks up, forehead furrowing.
“You don’t look like you want to eat them. Kyungsoo loves the katsu here.”
Jongin scowls. “Like I care what he likes.” Of course he didn’t say that out loud.
“Oh. Kim Jongin?”
Three heads turn to face a man standing near their table. Jongin offers a smile, can’t exactly recall if they are acquaintances. “Hi.”
“How are you? I haven’t seen you since Jungwoo’s party,” he says.
Jongin stares up at him with raised eyebrows. His memory of the man is still fuzzy but he has some recollection of who he might be; probably one of his hookups. “I’m alright,” he answers shortly.
Junmyeon hasn’t said a word. Usually, his older brother has a lot to say about his sex escapades. Only because their father would give him an earful for not watching over his little brother. A part of Jongin feels bad, but everyone has a role to play; and that is Junmyeon’s role as the eldest son.
“Are you coming to Taemin’s party tomorrow night?”
“Huh?” Jongin briefly glances at Junmyeon, who is glaring at him. He chuckles awkwardly. “I…I’ll think about it.”
The man pouts. “Alright. Looking forward to seeing you there though,” he says.
“You’re not thinking of going to Taemin’s party, right?” Junmyeon shoots the question as soon as the man leaves.
Jongin presses his lips into a thin line, grabbing the iced water.
“Jongin.”
He takes a sip, clearing his throat as he sits straight. “Do I look like I’ve time to party and get laid? My paper is less than 11 days away. I’ve no time to waste or get drunk.”
Junmyeon stares at his brother skeptically, holding his fork up with the end pointing at Jongin. “I don’t trust you. You’ve to score an 85. An 85.”
“I know.”
“Just keep your dick inside your pants until the 20th or even better forever. I still get flashbacks of one of your hookups sending me a picture of his butthole, talking about how your dick ripped his inside or whatever.” Junmyeon shivers at the thought.
There is a smug smile on Jongin’s face.
“And I still haven’t forgiven you for using my number that time. I swear to god that was when I started developing anxiety symptoms,” Junmyeon contines, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.
Jongin breaks into a loud laugh. His shoulders are shaking. He was there in his room when it happened; Junmyeon let out a high pitched scream. It was hilarious.
“Yeah. Go on. Laugh. Although I can’t guarantee that I won’t tell dad everything and—heck, forget about flunking your paper. He’ll strip you off everything, including your favorite benz, instantly if he knew what you’ve been up to. That, my sweet Jongin-ah, is the older brother’s privilege.”
“Hyung!” Jongin cries. He hates how the table turns so quickly. A minute ago, he was laughing at his brother’s misery and now, he is the one who is miserable.
“Anyway, I’ll be there. So I’ll know if you went out to fuck around.”
“Hey, that’s not fair.”
Junmyeon rests an arm on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “You’ll come too.”
For a moment, Jongin completely forgot that his brother’s best friend was sitting with them. Kyungsoo has been quiet throughout the conversation he was having with Junmyeon.
Kyungsoo groans, swatting Junmyeon’s arm with a scowl. “I don’t like parties. It’s too noisy. The last time you forced me to go one turned into one of my biggest nightmares. It’s all a bunch of people getting stoned and regretting it the next morning. It’s pointless.”
“Wow.” Junmyeon puts both his hands up in surrender. “Chill. It’s not that serious. It’s all about having fun, Kyungsoo-yah. You need to let loose and get laid.”
The round cheeks are flushed, a mild blush spread down to Kyungsoo’s throat. “I-I don’t need to get laid to have fun. I’m content with my current life.”
Junmyeon pouts and turns to Jongin. “Can you telepathically transfer your horny energy to Kyungsoo?”
“Hyung, are you drunk?”
Junmyeon stares down at his plate. He hums. “Maybe. They must have put something in my curry.”
Jongin shakes his head in disbelief. This is what happens when his brother gets too chatty; nothing but nonsense leaves that mouth.
He locks eyes with Kyungsoo, finding the red coloring the cheeks down to the throat intensified. He opens his mouth but closes it back again, as if he was holding back on his words.
“You know, Kyungsoo. I’m saying this because I’m worried about you,” Junmyeon suddenly says.
Jongin can hear the sigh escaping between Kyungsoo’s lips.
“If you don’t get laid now, you’ll graduate being a vir—”
Kyungsoo slaps Junmyeon’s lips, startling Jongin. He covers the man’s mouth, muffling the words. “That’s enough. Let’s just finish our food so Jongin can get back to his studying.”
Jongin scratches his neck. He pours a cup of water for his brother. “You ok, hyung? That slap was quite…” He coughs, handing the cup to Junmyeon.
///
Fortunately, they are able to get through the tutoring session smoothly. The tension is still there but they somehow agree to put it aside without verbally expressing it. Some things are better left unsaid. It is a very human thing to do, apparently.
Jongin gathers his notes and cleans up his stationary. “So, you’re going to the party tonight?”
“No,” Kyungsoo answers, monotone.
Jongin hums. He puts his belongings inside his bag.
Kyungsoo stands up while carrying his reference books to his desk. “Don’t forget to revise the JavaScript notes I gave you. If you have time, you can go ahead and try coding. I’ll show you in more detail tomorrow.”
Jongin nods. He wears his backpack. “Junmyeon told me he’s going.”
“And?” Kyungsoo answers without looking at Jongin.
“Nothing. I thought you'd go.”
Kyungsoo scoffs at the assumption. “The question should be, are you going?”
“Why do you care?” Jongin retorts.
Kyungsoo shrugs innocently. “I don’t know, Jongin. You sounded like you will.”
“I’m not going. Junmyeon is there so I can’t be there. He’s going to drag my ass home the moment he sees me and besides, you gave me a shit ton of notes to go through.”
“Alright. If you said so.” Kyungsoo kicks Jongin out of his apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
///
Jongin lets out a sigh for the nth time. He closes the thick textbook, gathering all the papers and putting them on top of the book. He just finished revising the materials Kyungsoo prepared for him. He did the mock test and got 3 questions wrong. He can’t afford to lose that much marks.
He needs a mental break.
Jongin reaches out for his phone and opens his IG. He taps on the IG story at the top of the screen. Sehun is at Taemin’s party. He figures his friend will be there. It is mildly irritating to see Sehun out there having the time of his life while he is stuck inside his room with papers and books. That dude sat for his last paper yesterday.
If only he took Cyberlaw too and not this stupid web programming module, he would have been there celebrating the end of another semester. He must have been out of his goddamn mind when he signed up for this class.
He aggressively taps on his phone screen, skipping through 5, probably 10 IG stories that Sehun posted.
His thumb stops moving when his brother’s face covers his entire screen. It is a photo of Junmyeon holding a drink with a smile, eyes closed; anyone can tell that his brother is drunk. He taps to the next story. He chokes on nothing, seeing Kyungsoo standing still, looking clueless and lost; it reminds him of that Robert Pattison meme in the kitchen.
Jongin laughs mirthfully, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes once he calms down. “So much of not wanting to go,” he mumbles sarcastically, followed by a snicker.
A notification pops up at the top of his screen. He reads the preview.
‘Jongin, are you running late? I want to see you.’
He wets his dried lips, glancing at the papers on the table then shifts his attention back to his phone.
Technically, he is done with his revision. There is nothing left for him to prepare for tomorrow’s tutoring session. Besides, Kyungsoo specifically told him that he can go ahead and try coding — the keyword here is try. In his defense, Kyungsoo didn’t use the word have to or must. He believes he isn’t obligated to do it.
Although he knows it too well that he should be doing it out of his own freewill, especially when he desperately needs that 85.
Jongin immediately stands up, the bottom of the chair drags against the floor. Fuck it. He is going. He changes into his favorite pants and black slim fit shirt. His brother is drunk and it is probably easier for him to sneak in without being caught.
///
So Jongin does sneak in through the back door, neck craning to the side, looking around, hoping to spot his brother first. He ducks his head when he finally sees Junmyeon near the kitchen island. Jongin slips through the seas of bodies, making his way to the living room.
He lets out a sigh of relief, followed by a proud smile. Now, he needs to find Hanbyul, the man who messaged him earlier.
“Caught you.”
Jongin jumps in surprise, body turning to the back. His eyes bulged. “K-Kyungsoo.” He gulps.
There is a playful smile on Kyungsoo’s face. “Aren’t you supposed to be home, revising the materials I gave you?”
“I-I have. I went through all of it,” Jongin stammers. He isn’t usually this nervous and tense, certainly not in front of Do Kyungsoo.
“Did you try coding in JavaScript then?”
Jongin clenches his jaw. He doesn’t enjoy being scrutinized.
He bites his lower lips, narrowing his eyes at him with an angry frown on his face. He takes a step forward, towering over the shorter man. He has never been this close with Kyungsoo. Now that he has, he realizes how much shorter Kyungsoo is compared to him, at least half a head shorter.
“I have,” he lied. “Well, you said you won’t be here. What’s the sudden change of mind? Finally decides to get laid? Should I hook you up with one of the girls?”
Kyungsoo leans backward, slightly taken back by the sudden display of confidence. “No, thank you. I don’t want to be near anything and anyone that you’ve touched.”
Jongin scoffs. “Don’t worry. I’ve always been gay. So I can assure you I’ve never laid my hands on the ladies. Well, unless you swing that way. I can introduce you to some of the men.”
The room is dimly lit, but Jongin can still make out the red tints on the round cheeks. It is amusing that Kyungsoo doesn’t deny it.
“W-women or men. It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re too prideful for a virgin.”
Kyungsoo clenches his fist angrily. “Well, at least I’m not the one with a big dick but scared shitless of his own daddy.”
Anger stirs within Jongin. He feels a flash of irritation, chest puffing out. Kyungsoo has no business bringing up his father in their conversation. “I wasn’t wrong. You’re a fucking asshole.”
Kyungsoo shuts his mouth.
“Whatever, go tell Junmyeon if you want to. I’m out.” He steps away and immediately spots Hanbyul. Without wasting another minute, he drags Hanbyul to one of the bedrooms upstairs, not giving a second for the man to make sense of the situation.
Jongin kisses him feverishly, hands grabbing his clothed ass, giving it a hard squeeze. He pushes him onto the bed, removing his shirt hastily.
“Someone’s eager.”
He silences him with his mouth, kissing deeply and passionately. His movements are urgent, desperate, rage surging inside him.
Jongin moans when Hanbyul palms his clothed erection. He unzips his pants and takes out his length, giving it a few pumps.
“Shit. I miss your cock. Can’t keep thinking about how big it was. Biggest I ever had in my ass.”
The next minute, he rolls the condom down his cock.
“H-hold on. Not all the way in,” Hanbyul pleads. “I have a 2 hour paper tomorrow afternoon.”
Jongin swallows down his frustration; he probably wouldn’t be here if Hanbyul didn’t promise him a fuck. Just a moment ago, he thought he could finally fuck someone however he wanted to. It had been a while since the last time he bottomed out inside anyone.
Jongin flips the man, irritation flaring and thrusting his cock halfway in. He finishes off quickly, gasping for air once he flops on the bed.
Thud.
Jongin lifts his head, glancing at the closed door. He frowns. He swears he heard the door opening.
///
Jongin turns off the alarm, burying his head under the pillow. He isn’t planning to make it to the tutoring session. Fuck his grade—ok. Maybe not. He is taking a day off today.
Kyungsoo’s words are still ringing next to his ear, making his blood boil for the nth time. So what if he has a big dick and is scared—respected—his father? Shouldn’t everyone at least be scared of their own parents at some point.
Mr. Kim isn’t exactly a scary man; he has met other fathers who are far more authoritative. But the thought that he could be left penniless makes him rethink all of his life choices.
He screams onto the pillow, throwing his legs, kicking the air while his hands clutching the pillow tightly. He wishes he can bury Kyungsoo seven feet under the ground and leave the man there forever.
It is tenfold infuriating that a part of him thinks that Kyungsoo hadn’t said anything untrue. He blames Junmyeon for it, for tricking him into accepting Kyungsoo’s honest character.
Jongin puts the pillow away, letting out a heavy sigh, eyes glued on the ceiling. Now, he has to figure out a way to smoothen out the tension between Kyungsoo and him because he needs to pass the module, if anything.
///
“Where have you been?” Sehun flops on the empty seat next to him.
Jongin swallows the rice balls. “Where have you been?” he throws the question back to his friend.
“Duh. Everywhere,” Sehun exclaims, hitting Jongin’s arm, as if it is the most obvious thing to know about him.
Jongin rolls his eyes.
“How are you holding up?” Sehun asks, stealing one of the rice balls, earning an exasperated sigh from Jongin.
It is Jongin’s turn to hit Sehun’s arm. “You told my brother how I forgot to submit one of Professor Lee’s assignments. We promised to keep our secrets a secret.”
Sehun hums through a mouthful of rice ball. “Huh? You didn’t say it was a secret.”
“Fuck you.” Jongin continues eating his food. He is still revising the notes. Although he skipped the tutoring session today, he can’t afford to sit idly by.
“I can’t help it. Your brother is kinda cute,” Sehun quietly comments, which goes unheard to Jongin. “Anyway, I heard you got laid last night.”
“How did you know that?” Jongin asks, though he isn’t interested. He has been reading the same lines probably for the third time, no thanks to his friend. It is also because the material is supposed to be today’s topic and he barely understands a thing.
“Hanbyul told everyone you guys slept together. He can’t stop talking about your dick. I think he likes your dick, man.”
Jongin replies with an impassive hum. The man didn’t even let him put his dick all the way in.
When Jongin was a first year, he thought he was average, not until he slept with a senior during freshman night. Since that day, rumors have spread that he has a huge dick. Men and women approached him, flaunting their tits and putting their hands all over his body. Jongin was thrilled, and probably got too excited that he embarked on his journey of sexual encounters.
Although along his journey, he had learnt that not many people enjoyed having a huge dick inside them. It can be pleasurable but also painful, especially if you are not used to it or somewhat a masochist.
In other words, there are not many size queens out there.
Most of them chickened out once they saw his monstrous dick. It was an exaggeration that he slept around on a weekly basis. So, Jongin got a little picky with his hookups. He doesn’t mind sleeping with the same men, particularly after knowing he can take his cock well, though he is unable to bottom out most of the time.
He had a fair share of experience in which the men cried about how painful it was. There was once when someone banging on the door loudly, thinking that he was forcing himself on him.
It was horrifying. He had never seen him since then.
All because he has the size of a cock that is bigger than the average person. His head flies to the childish quarrel he had with Kyungsoo last night; having a big dick is probably a curse.
If only there is a size queen, the perfect size queen, that can accommodate his size.
“Oh. By the way, I saw Taemin with your brother earlier…oh here he comes.”
Jongin lifts his head, seeing his brother walking towards them—stomping towards them; Kyungsoo is trailing behind his brother. He gulps. Junmyeon is definitely angry, he could tell by the way Junmyeon’s face scrunches.
Jongin flinches at the loud thud when Junmyeon hits the table with his fist, gathering quite an audience in the cafeteria.
“Taemin told me he saw you at his party last night?”
He laughs awkwardly, forcing a smile “He must have been seeing things. I was studying at home. Look.” He shows his notes. “You know how hard I’ve been studying.”
“Kim. Jong. In.”
“I swear I was at home,” Jongin insists.
Junmyeon turns to Kyungsoo. “Did you see him? You must have seen him, right? You didn’t have a single drink.”
Jongin bites his bottom lips, staring at Kyungsoo with pleading eyes. His heart is racing under his chest. Junmyeon can’t know that he was at the party last night, especially since his brother won’t hesitate to report everything to their father.
It may sound like an empty threat, but he knows his brother too well that it won’t be just an empty threat once he gets on his brother’s bad side.
“Ah.” Kyungsoo wets his dried lips, shifting his attention from Jongin to Sehun, then to Junmyeon. He rubs the back of his neck. “I-I…”
“What?” Junmyeon yells at the man.
“I didn’t see him,” Kyungsoo blurts out.
Jongin lets out a relieved sigh, shoulders immediately fall. “See. I told you I wasn’t there.” He plays along with it, hopefully to convince his brother.
Junmyeon gives him an intense glare. “I better not hear of this again.”
“I’m hurt that you don’t trust me, hyung. I worked my ass off day and night, and this is how you treated me,” Jongin lets out a dramatic gasp, probably overdoing it. He should have ended it there, knowing that he was lying through his teeth to Junmyeon.
“I got my eyes on you, young man.” Junmyeon flops on the chair.
Jongin glances at Kyungsoo who is sitting next to his brother, mouthing a thank you before flashing a toothy grin at his brother. He pushes the packet of rice balls towards Junmyeon, “here. Eat.”
///
‘I’m running late. 5 mins tops.’
‘A minute late, I won’t open the door for you.’
Jongin snorts when the reply comes. He puts his phone on the passenger seat once the light turns green, stepping on the accelerator. He went to the Japanese restaurant to take away katsu curry, a peace offering, for Kyungsoo; to show his deepest gratitude for covering up for him yesterday, and also apologize.
They might have started off on the wrong foot, but maybe, this is the beginning of a new friendship — alright, friendship might be a stretch.
He reaches Kyungsoo’s apartment complex in no time, walking towards the man’s unit with light steps.
There is a delivery man standing in front of Kyungsoo’s apartment.
He offers a smile. “Is it for unit 310?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll take it.”
Jongin signs the package for Kyungsoo, thanking the delivery man before observing the medium sized kraft box. He chuckles, amused, after reading the sender’s name: S.HOUSE. It is short for SEX HOUSE, an online sex toy shop.
He gives the box a shake, curious which item Kyungsoo bought. He doesn’t take Kyungsoo as someone who is into sex toys. Well, even the nerdiest man has a sex drive. Jongin is going to have fun teasing the older man.
The door opens.
Jongin flashes his widest smile. “Katsu curry and a package for Do Kyungsoo from S.House or should I say sex—”
Kyungsoo immediately snatches the box, hugging it tightly to his body. “Why do you have my package?”
“I met the delivery man in front of your house. So, sex toy, huh?” he asks with a teasing voice, and wiggles his eyebrows.
Kyungsoo ignores the question and puts the box next to the bed. The take away food is on the desk. He notices Jongin keeps glancing at it. He groans and pushes it under the bed, pulling the blanket to block the sight of the box.
Jongin sits down at his usual spot. “I was just curious. Is it fleshlight? Vibrator? Do you get freaky with your partner? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
He can see Kyungsoo is blushing, though the man tries to hide it.
“C-can you stop talking about it?” Kyungsoo settles down next to Jongin, sitting far from the man.
Jongin hums, muttering, “alright.” He takes out his notes and pencil case, and puts them on the table.
“Where did we stop yesterday?”
He watches Kyungsoo rummages through the notes, flipping the pages with eyebrows knitted in concentration. His glances at the blanket, as if he is looking at the package. A wicked smile draws on his face. “Ok. Maybe not. Not until you tell me what’s in the box.”
Kyungsoo lets out an air of exasperation. “It’s a fleshlight. Happy?”
Jongin responds with a satisfied hum. “Got it. Fleslight,” he intentionally repeats the word. The red tint hasn’t left Kyungsoo’s face, probably darker than previously.
“You’re so irritating. I was thinking of apologizing but you know what, forget it.”
“You wanted to apologize? For what?” Jongin asks curiously. He wasn’t expecting an apology from the older man.
Kyungsoo shakes his head, sighing. “Can we go back to tutoring?”
“No. Why did you want to apologize?”
Kyungsoo gives him an incredulous look, as if he just asked a question with an obvious answer.
“What? Sorry that I have a big dick?”
“You’re impossible,” Kyungsoo groans.
Jongin lets out a loud laugh, shoulders shaking furiously. “Alright. Well, what you said that night definitely hurt me a little but I’ve never been an angel to you either. I guess we are even now after you covered up for me in front of Junmyeon.”
“Even?” Kyungsoo asks, needing more than words of assurance.
Jongin hums. “Yes. 0-0.”
Kyungsoo gives him a wary look before directing his attention to the teaching materials. “And stop bringing up your dick size. It’s probably average. Everyone was just exaggerating.”
Jongin gives a scandalous look. “Oh. It’s big, alright? I can show you.” He reaches for his pants zipper.
“Ah!” Kyungsoo yells, swatting the man’s hand. “Stop. Can we get serious now? I want you out of my apartment asap.”
Jongin chuckles, eventually calming down, which takes a while.
They start the tutoring session.
Despite having a serious conversation a minute ago, the package still hasn’t left Jongin’s mind. He struggles to suppress his smile and laugh and hold back from further teasing his brother’s best friend. He feels bad for doing this. It would be a shame if he missed a perfect opportunity to poke fun at Kyungsoo about the fleshlight, if it wasn't for the 85 and the declaration of the end of their misunderstandings and petty fights, he would have long done it.
“Don’t forget to eat your lunch,” Jongin says once he puts on his bag.
“Thanks,” Kyungsoo replies curtly.
Jongin rubs his nose, trying to hide his smile. He heads towards the entrance door, slipping his feet into his shoes, blurting, “oh. Have fun with your new girlfriend, Kyungsoo hyung.” It could be intentional or otherwise.
Kyungsoo groans loudly and pushes him out of the apartment.
Jongin chuckles when the older man flashes a middle finger and slams the door at his face.
///
7 days to go. He can feel the anxiety tenfold. Although he is 80% more confident than when Kyungsoo first started tutoring him, he still can’t shake off the feeling that getting an 85 is impossible.
Jongin is heading his way to the book cafe. Kyungsoo insisted on tutoring there. The older man is probably embarrassed after yesterday’s eventful incident. He lets out a chortle laugh, garnering weird looks from the passerby. But he can’t care less.
Jongin spots Kyungsoo immediately, with the glasses on, neatly combed hair that looks soft and silky, almost bouncy, if anything. He pulls the chair opposite of Kyungsoo and sits.
It is a shame, truly, that he can’t tease the other man about the fleshlight in public.
Of course Kyungsoo doesn’t look the slightless impressed at his presence.
“We’ll continue with HTML coding. You need to understand these codes in here,” Kyungsoo states, face serious unlike Jongin’s playful one. He puts two pieces of paper in front of Jongin. “Body, header, div class. It’s important that you know all these. The questions could be asking you to spot an error code, what code to add or change for a mobile display layout, and even color codes.”
Jongin hums while nodding; he is not entirely listening, he is too busy plotting the different ways he can make fun of Kyungsoo in his head.
“For example, this question,” Kyungsoo says, pointing the end of his pencil on the paper. “It is asking you what x should be if you want to create an object using class and new. Take a look at the codes and try to figure out what’s the answer.”
Jongin glances at the jumble of printed words Kyungsoo is pointing at. His lips jut out.
Kyungsoo gives him an anticipation look with raised eyebrows.
“B…?” Jongin answers unsurely.
“Good.”
“Oh.” Jongin’s mouth is shaped like an O, shocked that he got the question correct. Maybe Junmyeon was wrong, he was actually born smart but is a late bloomer.
“Try answering the rest of the questions.”
Jongin nods and twirls his mechanical pencil while reading the second question. Surprisingly, he knows the answer and circles the letter with ease. He steals a glance at Kyungsoo, noticing the man is reading a book while jotting down notes in the notebook.
He smiles, and grabs the opportunity, leaning in and whispers next to Kyungsoo’s ear. “How was your new girlfriend? Was it any good?”
Kyungsoo stares at him with widened eyes, unable to stop the red flush coloring his face.
Jongin bursts into laughter then, enjoying the sight in front of him. He is certainly becoming the center of attention with his frequent laughing in public spaces, which Kyungsoo doesn’t appreciate at all.
“I’m calling off the tutoring if you’re going to keep this up,” Kyungsoo threatens, still blushing despite the spite in his words.
“Alright. Ok. I won’t bring it up again, ever,” Jongin gives in, smiling still.
Kyungsoo sighs and closes his book. He grabs his bag but Jongin is quick to stop him, holding his wrist loosely.
“I promise.” Jongin puts his palm on his chest, faking guilt.
“You better be,” Kyungsoo stresses, tugging his hand away. “Complete the exercise.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jongin says, voice heavy with sarcasm.
///
Jongin invited Kyungsoo to tutor at his apartment instead, only because he can have all the privilege to comfortably tease the man. He just got out of the shower, a sheen layer of water covering his body with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He grabs a shirt and jeans from the wardrobe, throwing it onto his bed. A mischievous smile makes it to his face, thinking about Kyungsoo’s with his fleshlight. Jongin has decided that he won’t stop making fun of Kyungsoo and the fleshlight, ever. Kyungsoo acts like a prude around him, when the fact is, the man secretly masturbates with sex toys behind closed doors.
He removes his towel, staring down at his flaccid penis. Of course it isn’t as big as when he got hard but it is certainly above average size. His mouth juts out as he approaches the drawer to take an underwear.
As the drawer slides close, his room’s door creaks open.
Jongin looks up, to find Kyungsoo standing there with mouth wide open and bulging eyes. He is surprised too, but not as much as Kyungsoo is.
The door slams closed almost immediately.
Jongin lets out a snort. “Just a minute.” He quickly dresses up and opens the door.
Kyungsoo is standing in the middle of the hallway, looking like a lost kid with flushed cheeks.
“It’s safe now,” Jongin teases, earning a string of curses from the other man. Jongin laughs at that.
They sit at his desk. Unlike Jongin’s calm demeanor, Kyungsoo is nervous and jittery. Rummaging into his bag.
“In my defense, you didn’t knock.”
Kyungsoo snickers, glaring at him. “Can we not talk about it?”
Jongin presses his lips together, twirling with his mechanical pencil as he leans against his chair, legs spread. He looks as comfortable as it gets, all while staring at how Kyungsoo is a little tense and jumpy.
He puts his hand at the back of Kyungsoo’s chair, giving it a strong shake. “Calm down. It’s not like it’s your first time seeing someone else dick.”
Jongin watches Kyungsoo pause for a brief moment, blinking, before flipping the printed papers.
“I notice you’re still struggling with coding hyperlink—I get it. It can get a little tricky but not unless you know what it is and keep practicing coding. So, we’ll work on that today. It wasn’t in last semester's final paper. I assume—confident—Professor Lee will include it in section 2 this time around. Section 2 carries 40 marks so you need to ace this,” Kyungsoo deflects, words coming out in rapid succession.
Jongin smacks his lips and drags his chair closer. He rests his chin on his opened palm, staring at the other man curiously.
“Anyway, now that you’ve seen it, do you finally admit that mine is huge?”
Kyungsoo looks at him with widened eyes, even wider than earlier. Blushes spread across the round cheeks. He swears Kyungsoo’s face will explode any moment. Jongin tries his hardest to hold back his laugh.
Kyungsoo shifts his attention back to the paper. “You need to remember the different HTML code for hyperlinks. At least three. It isn’t Professor Lee’s style to be asking for more than 3 examples.”
Jongin smiles, nodding and turns to his desk. If that is how Kyungsoo plays, he surrenders, at least for now.
“Memorize them now. I’ll test you in 5 minutes.”
Jongin rubs his nose and takes a closer look at the codes printed on the paper. Surprisingly, it isn't a jumble of nonsense anymore to him. He is actually able to make sense of everything, at least a fraction of it.
5 minutes passed.
“Ready?”
He hums. A blank lined paper is put in front of him, switched with the notes from earlier.
Jongin takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. He got this. The pencil glides smoothly on the paper, words—codes—keep pouring out. His brain can finally make the connection between the codes. Some of the codes used in different sections overlapped.
“Done!” He proudly announces, putting the mechanical pencil on the desk with a thud, as if he is dropping a microphone.
Kyungsoo takes the paper and checks the answer.
Jongin grins. “Can I use this?” he asks, a hand on Kyungsoo’s notebook.
The other man nods, unamused; he is still reading Jongin’s answer sheet.
Jongin presses his lips together as he writes on the paper. He taps on Kyungsoo’s hand and slides the notebook towards the man.
From 1-10, how good was it?
Kyungsoo blinks confusedly, then narrows his eyes. When realization finally sinks, he rips the paper harshly, crumbling it and throws it at Jongin’s direction.
The younger man lets out a high pitch laugh. He is definitely having the time of his life; he thought that he made the right choice skipping yesterday’s drinking night with Sehun and his other friends to make the tutoring session on time.
Jongin tries to grab the notebook again but Kyungsoo immediately pulls it far from his reach. He snickers and writes on one of his paper notes instead.
Is it the automated vibration type?
The look on Kyungsoo’s face is worth it.
Mine probably can’t fit in yours.
What is a better way than to brag about his huge penis?
When he turns to Kyungsoo again, the flush returns to Kyungsoo’s face, down to the man’s neck. Kyungsoo immediately stares down at the desk, hand covering half of his face. But the dark red shade is still evident that Jongin can see them clearly. He clears his throat, watching Kyungsoo jump a little.
Jongin blinks, head slightly tilting to the side in confusion. He doesn’t know what to make out of the excessive blushing and flushing in front of him. It is as if Kyungsoo can’t make it any more obvious than this, that the man is a virgin.
He laughs nevertheless.
///
“Hyung, I’m heading out to the library,” Jongin announces, putting on his shoes. “I need to get a book.” He lies.
He stares at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair and zips up his jacket.
“Ok great.” Junmyeon appears with a paper bag. “Can you pass this to Kyungsoo?”
Jongin squints. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m going to the library, not his apartment. Besides, it’s night.”
Junmyeon responds with an eye-roll. “I know. Drop by his house before you head to the library.” He hands out the paper bag. “Here.”
Reluctantly, Jongin takes the bag. It is heavier than he thought. “What are these anyway?” he asks, peeking at the inside. He only sees books, papers and files.
“Some materials from our professor. Kyungsoo needs it for his personal project.”
“Can’t you pass them to him tomorrow?” Jongin grumbles.
Junmyeon shakes his head. He grabs his brother’s shoulders, turns the man around and pushes him out of their apartment. “No. Kyungsoo needs them now.”
“Fine.”
The door locks.
Guess he will drop by Kyungsoo’s apartment before heading his way to Hanbyul’s apartment; the man messaged him earlier, inviting him to come over with a promise of good sex (Hanbyul is done with his exam). He can’t possibly say not to that.
The door opens again. Jongin peeks over his shoulders, revealing Junmyeon standing there.
“By the way, Kyungsoo pulled an all-nighter last night. So he might be sleeping now. His passcode is 121234.”
“Huh? Hyung—”
Thud.
Jongin frowns, wondering if that was the reason why Kyungsoo looks jittery and flushed during their tutoring session. Kyungsoo didn’t have enough sleep and left in such a scurry.
///
In all honesty, he swears he wasn’t planning to poke around Kyungsoo’s life but since he found out the man’s secret, he gets a bit more daring, wanting to tease and further embarrass Kyungsoo. Of course he isn’t planning to tell anyone about it; just the thought that he has control over the older man fuels his manful pride.
Jongin presses the numbers on the keypad. Yes. He intentionally didn’t ring the bell.
Carefully, he pushes the door open, stepping inside the apartment. To his surprise, Kyungsoo isn’t anywhere in sight. He assumes the older man would be sleeping.
The sound of the water running catches his attention.
“Ah.”
His ears perk forward, searching for the source of soft moaning. A sneaky smile makes it to his face. He bites his bottom lips, eyes gleaming as he approaches the ajar toilet door. It is as if the universe is presenting another opportunity for him to give his brother’s best friend a hell. It would be foolish of him to let it slip through his fingers.
He peeks through the gap, spotting a blurry figure on the shower glass. Kyungsoo is kneeling on the floor. Jongin squints, trying to make out the man’s body.
“Ah. Ah.”
Jongin swallows the small gasp that escapes his mouth once he is able to make sense of the sight in front of him. Kyungsoo’s ass is facing him. A dildo sticks on the glass, sliding in and out of the stretched hole.
The glass is foggy but it is still very clear that he can’t possibly mistake it for something else.
“Fuck. Ah.”
Jongin gulps, whips his head around and freezes on the spot. His heart is thumping against his chest. This definitely wasn’t what he had had in mind. He immediately, quietly leaves, closing the door extra carefully.
He lets out a relieved breath once he is out, back leaning against the closed door. He just witnessed a scene of his brother’s best friend fucking himself onto a dildo. And it is unsettling that there is an obvious tent when he looks down to his feet.
///
Four days left. Jongin can’t keep the graphic images of Kyungsoo in the shower out of his head. He is also having a hard time dealing with his hard-on after watching a dildo plunging inside his brother’s best friend’s hole.
Firstly, he didn’t expect to find out that Kyungsoo was gay. Secondly, if Kyungsoo was gay, he would have assumed the man would prefer to top. It is also frustrating that he finds himself sporting a hard-on every time he thinks of Kyungsoo. He should have dropped by Hanbyul’s apartment last night.
He goes to the tutoring session as usual, giving himself a pep-talk to keep cool before he steps inside the book cafe. He puts up quite an act, pretending that he saw nothing.
Certainly, he can sense that he isn’t the only one who is behaving strangely. He notices Kyungsoo tensed up around him too, avoiding making eye-contact and the flush on the round cheeks are very distracting.
Jongin also finds himself glancing at Kyungsoo a little too often, spacing out then realizes that he is staring at Kyungsoo intently. The images he has of Kyungsoo keeps flashing in his head, internally plauding himself for having the highest degree of self-control.
He can’t focus at all. One minute he is listening to Kyungsoo, the next minute he gets lost in his own mind-game. His mouth is aching to drop the question, to satisfy his curiosity but then, he doesn’t know what he will do next once he gets the information.
Jongin is the first to leave the book cafe once their tutoring ends.
///
“Hyung, do you know that…if Kyungsoo is gay?”
“Hmm. I don’t know. Why did you say that?”
Jongin presses the end of his mechanical pencil against the side of his forehead, forehead furrowing. He finds his brother’s words hard to believe. “You’re his best friend. You should know him best. Has he dated anyone before?”
“Not I know of. Kyungsoo hasn’t shown interest in anyone. That was why I told him that he might have graduated as a virgin—oh wait. I shouldn’t have told you that. Pretend that you just didn’t hear that from me. He’s going to kill me.”
Jongin inwardly snorts. It is obvious as daylight that his brother’s best friend is a virgin. The man makes it so obvious, as if he is walking around with a paper written ‘I am a virgin’ stuck to his back. In any case, he is sure Kyungsoo is gay. He likes having something stuck up his ass rather than having his dick in anyone’s hole. Jongin mulls over the fact, finding the mental image arousing, seeing Kyungsoo fucking himself shamelessly onto a dildo.
That probably explains the package and why Kyungsoo was being so defensive about the content. It wasn’t a fleshlight, but a dildo.
It isn’t like him to put his nose in anyone’s sex life. Kyungsoo definitely piques his interest, and quite honestly, for all the wrong reasons. And the only plausible explanation for the tent between his legs is that he wants to be the one fucking his brother’s best friend, not the silicon dildo.
///
“2 days to go. You’re ready?”
“I think so,” Jongin answers.
They are at the book cafe, sitting across from each other. Jongin decides that he will deal with whatever that is bugging him after he sat for his last paper.
“You’ll ace it, for sure,” assures Kyungsoo. He unzips his bag. “I’ve prepared a mock test—shit,” he gasps, searching through with knitted eyebrows. “Where is it?”
Jongin leans in. “Did you forget to bring it?”
Kyungsoo stops moving, staring into a distance with a slightly opened mouth. “Yeah. I think so. I left it on my desk. I can bring it to your place later.”
“We can just go now? You can tutor me at your apartment.”
“N-now?” Kyungsoo stutters, alarmed.
Jongin nods. “Yeah. Your apartment is nearby. And I drove here.”
Kyungsoo rubs the back of his neck, mulling over it before he hesitantly agrees, “yeah. Sure.”
They reach Kyungsoo’s apartment in less than 10 minutes. Jongin almost got caught knowing the passcode when he reached for the door keypad first.
Beep.
“Wait,” Kyungsoo suddenly yells. “Umm. I-it’s a bit messy. Let me tidy up a little.”
“Huh?” Jongin frowns. “It’s fine. I’ve seen worse rooms. Yours is considered very clean.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head frantically, back against his apartment’s door with his arms stretched to his either side. “N-No. I mean—umm. Just a minute. Wait here for a bit.”
Jongin watches Kyungsoo step into the apartment.
Beep .
He snorts, hearing the door locks. Nothing can stop him from opening the door. He knows the passcode.
Jongin waits in the hallway, glancing from side to side. He folds his arms against his chest.
Thud.
Bang.
He frowns again, deeper than before. There is a loud thud and grunting coming from behind the door. He leans forward, ears perk towards the door in worry.
“Kyungsoo? You’re ok?”
He knocks on the door.
“Just a moment!” he hears Kyungsoo yelling. “Fuck.”
That’s it. He is unlocking the door. Jongin puts keys in the passcode.
Beep.
“I heard loud—” Jongin’s steps came to a halt, staring at Kyungsoo standing in the middle of a room. His eyes land on the giant dildo in the other man's hand.
Flop.
Watching it drop on the floor with a soft thud. It jiggles a little. They stare at each other. Both are equally speechless.
Jongin approaches the dildo, bending down to pick it up. The dildo is at least a quarter and a half the size of his arm. There is a scribble on it, 20 cm. He inwardly gasps. That is incredibly long. Won’t it be painful?
“Don’t touch it!”
Jongin jumps at the screeching noise. He hasn’t heard Kyungsoo scream that loud.
Kyungsoo snatches the dildo with a horrifying expression. “I don’t need to explain myself,” he blurts, sternly.
“You’re right,” Jongin agrees. “I want to continue where we left off—” He closes his eyes briefly. “The mock test I mean,” he immediately adds.
Kyungsoo throws the dildo under the bed, giving Jongin a sharp look, in which Jongin turns around and sits down on the floor.
Jongin clears his throat, behaving as he usually does. He watches Kyungsoo walk towards the desk and grabs two pieces of paper.
“Here. You have 30 minutes.”
Jongin scratches his cheeks, followed by a nod.
“Umm. I need to use the toilet.”
He nods, head wonders of what Kyungsoo will be doing in the toilet. He immediately shakes his head, chasing away all those impure thoughts. Now isn't the right time to get horny. He looks down to his groin, telling his boy to calm the shit down.
Jongin lets out a breath and shifts his focus to the mock test. Not a minute passes, he groans, plopping his head onto the table. He rests his chin on the cold surface, eyeing the made bed. Kyungsoo is still in the toilet. It doesn’t hurt to take a look. Just to compare it with his dick—alright, maybe that is not it; he is just being playful.
Besides, he is curious if Kyungsoo has a collection of dildos. As of today, he knows the man has two of them with different sizes.
Jongin rubs his nose and looks under the bed. He grabs the box. The huge dildo is in it. An amused smile appears on his face. Jongin stares at the dildo, putting his arm out as he compares the sizes. He wonders how it could fit inside Kyungsoo’s ass. It is definitely a stretch.
He squints when he notices there are letters written besides 20cm. Jongin raises his eyebrows.
“What are you doing?”
He isn’t the slightest shock at the sudden utterance, smirking. He looks up at Kyungsoo. “Were you imagining that it was my dick?” Jongin was written on it.
The expression on Kyungsoo’s face immediately changes, colors draining out.
“I’m honored, truly, that you thought I’m this huge,” adds Jongin while pointing at the dildo. “I didn’t know you’re a size queen, hyung.”
He takes out the dildo, holding it in front of the other man. “Why play with a silicon dick when you can have the real one here?”
Kyungsoo stiffens, stomping his way towards Jongin. He tries to grab the dildo but Jongin is quick to retract his hand.
“Give it back,” Kyungsoo insists.
Jongin grabs the older man’s hand and presses it against his groin. He is already hard when he walks into Kyungsoo holding the huge dildo. The images of Kyungsoo fucking himself into it is very arousing.
Surprisingly, Kyungsoo doesn’t remove his hand. “Y-your test?”
“Fuck the test,” Jongin says in annoyance. Who will be in their right mind to be thinking about exams and papers when they are both equally aroused?
Kyungsoo hasn’t said a word for half a minute, staring at him through those long lashes.
“I want to fuck you instead. Shit. Did you really imagine that I was fucking you?” Jongin can’t hold back on the dirty talk. It is also rewarding for him to find out that Kyungsoo is a size queen. He has always loved size queens, especially when he is walking around with a huge gun between his legs.
“What now? Cat finally caught your tongue. You always had something to say back?” Jongin teases, rubbing Kyungsoo’s hand against his bulge.
“If I knew my dick can shut your foul mouth, I would have done it way sooner.”
Jongin gets a little impatient. He drops the dildo, hand finding its way on Kyungsoo’s ass. He gives it a harsh squeeze, inwardly groaning at how plump and heavy it feels in his hand. “Come on. I can make you feel good. Mine isn’t plastic and cold. It’s real and hot.”
Kyungsoo lets out a moan, earning a smirk from Jongin.
“I’m not responsible if you didn’t get an 85.”
“Fuck that 85. I rather fuck you instead.” Without wasting another second, Jongin captures the thick lips in full force. He kneads the ass, groaning when Kyungsoo starts palming his groin.
Jongin lets go of Kyungsoo’s hand and has both his hands worshiping the clothed bottom. He wants the pants off, wanting to feel the soft, bare ass against his fingertips. He is pent-up alright. And it is all Kyungsoo’s fault.
They walk towards the bed, mouths still locked in a heated kiss. Jongin lands on his back, Kyungsoo's whole body is on top of his. The other man unzips his pants, mouth trailing kisses on his jaw, down his neck.
Jongin lays back, enjoying the attention and ministration he is receiving.
He lets out a gasp when Kyungsoo takes out his erection, cold hand wraps around it.
“It’s fucking huge.” He hears Kyungsoo commenting.
Jongin lifts his head, letting out a snort. Kyungsoo is admiring his dick like it is a gift. “I told you mine is huge when it’s hard. Shit,” he moans, falling back on the bed when Kyungsoo gives his cock a rub.
“Can I blow you?”
He groans. “Yeah.”
He throws an arm over his forehead as Kyungsoo’s thumb back and forth the tip a few times before starting to move up and down his member. Jongin grunts when Kyungsoo keeps stroking him painfully slowly. But he doubts Kyungsoo is even doing it on purpose, judging by the gleaming in the round pair of eyes. Kyungsoo looks like he just received the best gift in his entire life, and Jongin doesn’t have the heart to tell the man off, in fact, he kind of enjoys the innocent yet sinful sight in front of him.
It is when he feels a hot breath brushing against his pubes that Jongin’s hands fall flat on his either side. “Wait,” he gasps. He scoots to the back, sitting with his back against the bed frame. He doesn’t want to miss the show.
Kyungsoo licks his bottom lips, sitting between Jongin’s legs.
Jongin watches every move the man makes. A gasp leaves his mouth as Kyungsoo lightly licks the reddening head. He cards his fingers through the soft locks, it is much softer than he initially thought, watching the doe-eyes looking up at him with so much innocence through those glasses. At this point in time, he doesn't know whether Kyungsoo is pretending to be innocent or is actually oblivious, considering the position they are currently in.
Either way, his brother’s best friend looks pretty gazing up at him from below, lips mouthing along his leaking tip.
“Open your mouth,” he says, sounding more like a command.
To his surprise, Kyungsoo complies almost immediately, mouth gaping as the tongue sticks out past the thick lips.
Kyungsoo takes the tip, mouth wraps around it eagerly. He gently sucks it, experimenting. Jongin’s cock is huge and he knows for sure he can’t fit all of it inside his mouth. But he is adventurous, more than ever, and probably very horny too.
Slowly, he takes more of the shaft, hollowing his cheeks as much as he can and being extra careful not to scrap his teeth against the veins. He creates a tight seal, like a suction around the length, earning a deep and throaty moan from the other man.
Jongin throws his head to the back in pure bliss. Hips moving forward, fucking into Kyungsoo’s mouth shallowly. He tugs the black locks harder, desperately wanting to push his cock further in. Out of impulse, he grabs Kyungsoo’s head, guiding to take more of his length, moaning everytime his sensitive tip hits the back of the man’s throat.
“Shit.”
It is questionable whether Kyungsoo is actually a virgin. The man takes his cock like a champ, letting him fucking his mouth however he likes it. He would have thought Kyungsoo would tap out, grabbing his hand and choking by now. It is admirable to see Kyungsoo holding on this long.
So Jongin continues to pump his cock in and out of Kyungsoo's mouth, mind hazy from the way Kyungsoo’s tongue flicks at the underside. He pushes Kyungsoo’s bangs to the back, to take a good look at the man’s face. The sight of the man crying, tears rolling down his cheeks drives him absolutely feral.
It fuels his libido, continuing with his ministration, thrusting his hips at the same pace of pushing Kyungsoo’s head onto his groin. He comes with a loud moan, locking Kyungsoo’s head in place as his hips stutter forward.
String of curses leave his mouth.
He releases Kyungsoo’s head, chest heaving up and down while watching Kyungsoo swallow every last drop of his cum, wiping the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. The thick lips are swollen, hairs stuck out messily and eyes gleaming with tears; looking absolutely wrecked but not just yet.
Jongin pushes Kyungsoo back on the bed as he hovers on top of the man. “Do you have a condom?” he asks.
Kyungsoo blinks rapidly, shaking his head. “I do have lube.”
Jongin lets out a chuckle. “Of course you do. How much did you use it to fuck yourself with that huge dildo? Half a bottle?”
“Y-yeah. Something like that.”
“Hyung, fuck. I want to ram my cock inside you right now. Fuck you hard and deep and watch your hole stretched around me.”
Kyungsoo unconsciously lets out a moan.
Jongin palms the tent. “Did you just get hard after sucking me off?” he teases. “Hmm, hyung—”
His words are silenced by Kyungsoo’s lips, tongues push inside his mouth, greedily kissing him. Jongin continues massaging the clothed erection, swallowing every moan escapes between those sinful lips.
He reaches for Kyungsoo's glasses but the man stops him. "N-no. I want to see you."
Jongin chuckles and reaches for the pants instead swiftly, throwing it off the bed before he shifts his attention to the wet patch on the white underwear.
“You’re leaking already?”
“J-Jongin,” Kyungsoo begs. “Please.”
The corner of Jongin’s lips tugs upwards. “No. Hyung. I’m going to tease you so much that you’ll cry, begging for me to put my cock inside you.” He is in control of the show right at that moment.
Jongin leans down and presses a kiss on the bare stomach, then moving further to the edge of the underwear. A kiss right next to bulge, smirking when Kyungsoo moans, “please.” He kisses the clothed member eventually, tongue sticking out to run it up and down.
He takes off the wet underwear. “Where’s the lube?” He watches Kyungsoo reach for the bedside table, bending down with the round ass on display right in front of his eyes, for him to feast on.
Jongin holds his weight on top of Kyungsoo’s body and grabs the lube from Kyungsoo’s hand. He pushes Kyungsoo on the bed, pulling the man closer to him by the thighs. It is amusing to see that the other man immediately gets into position, ass high up with his face pressing on the mattress. A natural bottom.
Without wasting another second, he squirts a generous amount of lube on the bare ass, translucent liquid flows between the round globes and drips on the bed sheet.
“I need to prep you nicely and loose. Don’t want to have you crying once I put my dick in you—oh. I forgot. You’re probably used to having a huge dick, silicon dick, stretching your hole open.” He gives the ass a good slap, watching the flesh jiggles, listening to Kyungsoo moaning desperately onto the bed.
Jongin spreads the ass cheek, revealing the puckered hole. He thumbs the opening, watching it clenches then relaxes. Jongin wets his dried lips, slowly pushing a finger in. Though, the slow pace doesn’t last long. He jams his fingers in when Kyungsoo starts rolling his hips backwards.
He adds the second digits, then the third one, slipping till knuckle deep easily with the help of the lubricant. The muscles around his fingers are gradually loosening. It is wet and hot inside.
“Oh. Oh,” Kyungsoo gasps, pushing his ass further out, teeth biting his bottom lips.
“Do you like it there?” Jongin teases, pausing his movement.
“Oh. Y-yeah.”
He curls his fingers, continuing jabbing against the bundle of nerves repeatedly. Kyungsoo turns into a moaning mess, hole tightened around the three digits.
“How are you still so tight after taking a monstrous size dildo?” It is such a rare occasion for him to fully embody the dirty talking. Most of his hookups are quick hookups, not very much roleplaying. But seeing someone so stuck-up like Kyungsoo crumbling into a moaning mess under his mercy is igniting a dangerous fire inside him.
“Is your hole made to take cock, hyung? Hmm. What a perfect fucking hole.”
“F-fuck. Jongin. Hah.”
He stops moving when Kyungsoo looks at him, breathless, a hand around his wrist. “I-I don’t want to cum like this.”
Jongin gulps, pulling his fingers out. He immediately flips Kyungsoo around, spreading the thick thighs as he settles between them.
“Then, how do you want it, hmm? How do you want to cum?”
He stares down at the man under him heatedly, desires and lust looming in his head.
“I…I want to cum with you inside me,” Kyungsoo whispers. His face down to his neck is flushed.
Jongin tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows teasingly. “What was that?”
Kyungsoo’s face hardens, tugging Jongin by his collar. Their faces are inches apart, and Jongin doesn’t look the slightest alarmed.
“I want you to rail me with your big cock. Split me open until I scream your name."
“Say please.”
Kyungsoo releases the fabric and pushes Jongin away from him with his feet. He puts his hands under his thighs, pulling them closer to his chest as he gives a clear view at his stretched entrance. “Fuck me, please.”
Jongin clenches his jaw at the sinful and shameless sight. He takes off his shirt and pants. He gives his penis a few pumps, liberally coating it with the lube, all while has his eyes on Kyungsoo. “You think you can handle my cock, hyung? I’m not planning to put it halfway in.”
He guides the tip of his leaking head to Kyungsoo’s hole, rubbing around the ring of muscle teasingly. Putting a bit of pressure, just a little, but not enough that the head would breach the entrance.
Kyungsoo pushes the rim of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, groans. “Bring it on,” he breathes through gritted teeth.
No one has ever challenged Jongin the way that the man had. He grabs one of Kyungsoo’s ankles and rests it on top of his shoulder, giving an easier access, a deeper thrust, to the slutty hole.
Jongin slams himself into Kyungsoo with one thrust, burying to the hilt; the way Kyungsoo wanted. He leans inward, nose-to-nose with the man, losing his goddamn mind at how tight Kyungsoo feels around him. Kyungsoo is breathing heavily, biting his bottom lips, forehead furrowing.
“How are you holding up?” But he is sane enough to tease Kyungsoo.
“Move. Fuck. Move, Kim Jongin. Fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” So Jongin does as he was told. He rolls his hips in a steady pace, ramming into Kyungsoo not half a minute later.
He kneels on the bed, wanting to get a clearer view of their connected parts.
“Look at your hole stretched around my cock. Is this big enough for you?”
Kyungsoo lets out a string of incoherent sounds, fingers bunching the bed sheet under him.
“Am I making you feel full?”
“Y-yeah. Oh.”
“Which do you like better?” Jongin asks, grabbing Kyungsoo’s chin, making the man look him in the eyes. “My dick or your dildo?”
“Y-yours.”
“Stop stuttering and say it clearly, Do Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo’s fingers dig into the broad shoulders. He lifts his head, capturing the bottom lips between his mouth and bites them until he can taste the blood against his tongue. “Your dick. Shit. Your dick is so big. So huge inside him. I feel so full.”
Jongin smiles with satisfaction. He presses his hand on Kyungsoo’s stomach, where it is slightly bulging. The thought that his huge shaft can fit in such a small hole drives him wild.
“Fuck. N-no. Ah.” Kyungsoo plops on the bed, throwing his head to the back as he arches his body. “Not there.”
Jongin pays no heed to the request. He rails into Kyungsoo however he likes, as deep as he could. He finally can ram his dick into someone's hole all the way to the hilt.
Their bodies are covered with sheen layers of perspiration, both desperately gasping for air with moans and groans pouring out of their mouths. Jongin keeps up with his pace, feeling Kyungsoo clenches impossibly tight around him. "Are you near, baby?"
"Hah. Y-yeah. Faster. Deeper."
Jongin suddenly slows down his pace, earning a loud cry from the man under him. He smirks at the sight; as he just mentioned, he will make Kyungsoo cry for his cock, beg for release.
"N-no. Jongin."
"Beg, Kyungsoo. I told you to beg," he says, sounding like a command.
Tears stream down the man's flushed face, both out of pain and pleasure. Kyungsoo sobs, fingers wiping his tears. He looks thoroughly wrecked with snorts and foggy glasses. "P-please, Jongin. hiccup. I want to cum. Let me cum."
Jongin smiles proudly and pulls his dick out, but not all the way out, just enough for the tip to catch the rim and roll his hips forward with full force. Kyungsoo's body jolts upwards, moans ripping from his throat. Jongin continues fucking the man until Kyungsoo cums first, white liquid spurts out of the tip, painting the pale stomach.
Jongin doesn't stop just yet, thrusting to chase after his own release. “I-I don’t exactly enjoy fucking anyone bare but shit, I badly want to fill you up with my cum.”
It is worth applauding that Kyungsoo still has the energy to wrap his legs around Jongin’s hips. “Y-yes please. Give me your cum. Make a mess out of me.”
Jongin groans. He can feel that his release is near, barely holding it in. Kyungsoo isn’t making it any easier for him, with the way the man keeps tightening around him. He bets with his life that Kyungsoo is doing it on purpose.
“P-please. Please, Jonginie. Fill me up with your hot cum. I want your milk.”
Those words are what it takes for Jongin to come hard, spilling everything inside the tight and warm hole. His cock is twitching, sensitive with all the ecstatic pleasure consuming him. His body finally gives in, collapsing on top of Kyungsoo, making the latter whine.
“You’re heavy.” Kyungsoo pushes the man away.
They lay on the small bed next to each other, shoulders brushing while staring at the ceiling.
“Fuck,” Kyungsoo says first.
Jongin scoffs. “No, shit.”
It is quiet for the next minute, just two of them laying down while mulling over what just happened. Somewhere at the back of Jongin’s head, he probably had seen this coming, but, no, he wasn’t expecting that their sexual intercourse would be this extreme; in his defense, it is his first time experiencing such mind blowing sex with extra doses of dirty talking.
Maybe he doesn’t mind listening to his brother’s best friend cursing, but only when they are fucking.
The bed suddenly shakes a little. He glances to his side, finding Kyungsoo sitting next to him.
Their eyes locked. The look on Kyungsoo’s eyes are familiar and Jongin can’t help but to smile smugly. “What a—ouch!”
A smack on his bare chest caught him off guard. “What was that for?” he scowls, sitting upright.
He watches Kyungsoo rub his face. “Are you confident?”
“W-what?” Jongin stutters, glancing at his penis. “My dick or my performance?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about your exam. Are you confident that you can get an 85?”
“Oh. That was random. I thought you were talking about my dick.”
“It wasn’t random, alright. You were here to get tutored, not fucked.”
Jongin chuckles. “Well, we can do both, you know.” A hit on his head. “Stop hitting me!”
“You stop thinking with your dick first.” Kyungsoo gets out of the bed and heads towards the toilet.
Jongin is still chuckling. Well, they can certainly have the tutoring and the fucking session together. He jumps off the bed and finds his way into the shower with Kyungsoo.
The water is running, washing the naked body from the evidence of their previous engagement. Jongin eyes the man from head to toe, admiring the unholy sight for him to ravish. The vivid images he had of Kyungsoo flashes in his head, along with the sinful words escaping between the thick lips.
He wraps his arms around the slender waist, inwardly celebrating that Kyungsoo doesn’t push him away. His hand rubs the soft stomach, fingers dancing on the pelvis and brushing against the flaccid cock.
“How was it, hyung? Was my dick big enough for you?”
Kyungsoo doesn’t offer an answer, lathering soap on his chest.
Jongin nibbles on the wet skin. His hand gets bolder, pumping the cock languidly. “Second round?”
Kyungsoo hits the man’s hand, earning a loud groan. “No.”
“Why? You looked like you enjoyed it so much?” Jongin presses his hips against Kyungsoo’s back, purposely rubbing his growing hard-on on the bare skin.
“Jongin. Stop.”
“I know you want it too, hyung,” Jongin whispers next to the man’s ear.
“No. This is the first and last time we’re having sex.”
“What? You can’t decide on your own.”
Kyungsoo lets out a scoff. “How so? It’s my body.”
“Kyungsoo hyung!” Jongin whines.
“Funny how you finally call me hyung when you want to put your dick inside me. Stop touching me,” Kyungsoo yells at him, swatting his hand.
It is frustrating that Kyungsoo can switch up so quickly. Not a moment ago, he unraveled the man, turning Kyungsoo into nothing but a hole to fuck.
Jongin spins Kyungsoo around, pushing him against the wall and swiftly closes the tap. “This can’t be our last fuck.”
“It is,” Kyungsoo responds impassively.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin calls, voice low and deep as he leans closer, leaving a few inches between their faces. “You want this dick. I can assure you that your dildo can’t give you as much pleasure, not even close to how much I’ve made you feel and cum.”
“You know, you should have this same attitude about scoring an 85—the same confidence.”
“Do I look like I care about that goddamn test right now?” Jongin rolls his eyes.
Kyungsoo pursues his lips. “Pass the module and I’ll let you fuck me again.”
Jongin lets out a breath as he glances at his feet, tongue pushing against his inner cheeks. He stares down at the other man with a heated gaze. He doesn’t particularly enjoy getting challenged but for Kyungsoo, he might just do. “Deal.”
///
“Ah, hyung! Hold on!” Jongin yells, with his hand up. His eyes are glued on his laptop screen, fingers tapping the desk impatiently.
Junmyeon is laying on his bed while holding his phone, a finger hanging mid-air, just right above his father’s contact number. He is grinning mischievously, legs shaking in pure excitement.
“Come on,” Jongin groans, fingers keep pressing CTRL and R simultaneously. The page refreshes, probably for the 10th time. His grades should be out at 11 o’clock. And it is already 11 o’clock.
He gasps when the page isn’t blank anymore. He skims through the results, C+, B-, B+, and C-.
“Oh.”
Junmyeon dials his father’s number.
Jongin reaches out for his phone and snaps a photo of his laptop screen. “Hyung, I’m out!” He scrambles out of his room, leaving his brother dumbfounded.
“Oh, Junmyeoh-ah. Why are you calling?” His father answers the call.
“Huh?” Junmyeon stutters. He approaches the desk and sits down.
“What is it? Did Jongin get in trouble again?” The old man asks, alarmed.
“Oh? N-no….” His mouth drops open, gawking at Jongin’s grade.
Introduction to Web Programming C-
Not even a D-, but a fucking C-. He chokes on nothing, followed by an amused smile. He has to thank Kyungsoo later.
“Dad? No. Jongin didn’t get in trouble.” He grins. “Do you think maybe he can take over your company instead of me?”
“And watch my company collapse. No, thank you.”
Junmyeon pouts. “Fine.”
///
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
“Ya!” Kyungsoo slams open the door. “My ears are bleeding, you asshole.”
Jongin steps into the apartment, closing the door behind. He immediately lifts Kyungsoo up to his shoulder and struts towards the bed. Kyungsoo is yelling, commanding him to put him down, legs and arms flapping, hitting and kicking him.
But Jongin doesn’t flinch and finally throws Kyungsoo on the bed. He removes his shirt, unzips his pants.
“W-what are you doing?” Kyungsoo's eyes are bulging in surprise.
“I passed the module. On second thought, I might have scored more than 85 to get C-. Don’t you think I deserve a special reward?”
Kyungsoo blinks rapidly, scooting to the back until he is pressed against the bed frame. Jongin looks like a hungry animal, eager to devour his treat. “Y-you’re not lying, are you?”
Jongin rolls his eyes and grabs his phone. He shoves it to Kyungsoo’s face. “See. C-.”
Kyungsoo squints. The C- is as clear as daylight. He bites his lower lips.
“You can’t back out now. We made a deal.”
“Who said I’m backing out?” Kyungsoo asks, feeling offended at the baseless accusation. He pushes Jongin on the bed and climbs on top of the man, chest raising and falling. “I’m in charge.”
“Fine. Let me rim you.”
Kyungsoo involuntarily lets out a moan, aroused at the suggestive image. He rolls his hips, ass rubbing against the clothed member. He doesn’t want to admit it out loud but he has missed Jongin’s huge dick since they last fucked.
Kyungsoo kicks off his pants, leaning down to stare into Jongin’s eyes. One hand reaches to his ass, circling the puckered hole. “Deal.”
(“Hyung, do you want to go on a date with me?”
“Are you high? No.”
“Come on.”
“Do you even like me?”
“Well, I definitely like your ass.”
“Screw you.”
“You like my cock too.”
Kyungsoo groans.
“Hyung!”
“Get a 3.3 next semester and I’ll consider it.”
“Deal.”)