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Soobin was tired of his life, tired of the same routine day after day. Every morning, he'd drag himself to his job, clock in, and go through the motions, only to return home at seven o'clock, exhausted but unable to relax. His evenings were always the same: eating dinner, watching a series that had long since lost its charm, and then crawling into bed, feeling unfulfilled. He had once hoped for more. Everyone always told him that life would get better in college, that he'd finally enjoy life and have the freedom he'd been craving. But for Soobin, college had been anything but easy. Instead of the freedom he imagined, he found himself weighed down by sleepless nights, unreturned affections, endless assignments, and betrayals from the people he thought were friends.
He had gone through it all, the kind of experiences that force you to grow up whether you’re ready or not. He learned the painful realities of life, how the future wasn’t the rosy dream he'd once imagined. Slowly, he stopped hoping for the kind of life he once dreamed of. He gave up on expecting happiness, settling for survival, just going with the flow. Four years later, after all the struggle, he was out looking for his dream job. But in truth, he wasn’t searching for a dream anymore; at this point, he was ready to take on anything that came his way, just so long as it would ease the pressure his family had been putting on him to succeed.
In the end, he did secure a good job at a reputable company. The catch? He had to move to another province. But Soobin didn’t mind. If anything, he welcomed it. It felt like a chance to start fresh, to be alone, and maybe even find peace. No more family hovering over him, no more constant reminders of his failures. He could finally have the space to breathe. Or so he thought.
However, the reality was far from the peaceful solitude he had imagined. Instead, the emptiness hit him harder than he had anticipated. Each time he came home to an empty apartment, the silence would gnaw at him.
There was no one waiting for him, no one to share his day with, no one to listen when he needed to vent to. He had no one to talk to about how, earlier that day, some colleagues had invited him to lunch. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that they only did it out of pity because they always saw him alone, always too scared to approach others.
This loneliness wasn’t new. College had taught him what it was like to be surrounded by people, yet feel utterly isolated. He had been the friend who was always there, always listening to his friends when they spoke, looking out for them. But when he needed them, they were never around.
Worse still, they mocked him behind his back, making jokes about how he never seemed to be with anyone romantically. That betrayal had cut deep, especially because one of the people involved had been someone he had liked, a crush who had rejected him one day, only to start dating his best friend a few weeks later. It was a pain Soobin would never forget.
So even though, after a few months at his new job, he found himself included in a group of five colleagues, Soobin didn’t let himself get too close. His coworker, Yeonjun, was the one who had pulled him into the group in the first place. Yeonjun seemed to be the sun by day and the moon by night. Everyone was drawn to him, charmed by his warmth and wit, and Soobin had fallen for him too, though he kept his feelings carefully hidden. He didn’t dare let anyone know how much Yeonjun’s kindness meant to him, how much those little moments of attention kept him afloat. Soobin pretended to be fine, day after day, putting on a smile that never quite reached his eyes. But every time he went home, the weight of it all would come crashing down on him.
He’d see happy people everywhere people who seemed to enjoy life and each other’s company. He watched as they shared small touches, casual intimacy that felt so out of reach for him. He craved that connection, that closeness, but it was like a wall had been built between him and the rest of the world.
His heart ached in ways he hadn’t known were possible. It was like the pain of a breakup, except he wasn’t breaking up with anyone. It was the loneliness that hurt him. The unspoken longing that never went away. He would feel the sting of it during work, during meals, even while watching his shows. It was always there, lingering in the background, until, eventually, it would overwhelm him, and he would find himself crying. No matter how hard he tried to stop thinking about it, his mind wouldn’t let him rest.
He cried because he knew no one would hear him. He screamed into the emptiness of his apartment, kicked his feet in frustration, pulled at his hair until the storm passed, and all that was left was the hollow emptiness again. Then he’d get up, wipe away the evidence of his breakdown, and go about his day as if nothing had happened.
Today was one of those days. He had woken up with puffy eyes from crying too much the night before. His body felt heavy, drained of energy, but he forced himself to get ready for work. He covered the bags under his eyes with concealer, though it couldn’t hide the pain that was etched into his features. He attempted a smile at his reflection in the mirror, but it came out more like a grimace. Sighing, he gave up, grabbed his belongings, and headed to the office.
The commute passed quickly, giving him little time to dwell on the dread of the day ahead. Things started off normally enough. At lunch, he sat with his group of friends Beomgyu and Kai gossiping animatedly about their day, Taehyun eating quietly while scrolling through his phone. But Soobin couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something was off. He could feel Yeonjun’s eyes on him, and it made him uneasy. Yeonjun, the person who had brought him into this group, the one who occasionally joked with him and shared easy smiles, was watching him closely today. Soobin tried to make eye contact but kept failing, his nerves getting the best of him.
After a minute, he felt Yeonjun’s hand gently rest on his, a soft touch that sent his heart racing.
"You okay?" Yeonjun asked quietly, his voice laced with concern, a comforting smile playing on his lips.
Soobin melted under his gaze. When was the last time someone had asked him that?
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Soobin stammered, even though deep down, he knew that wasn’t the truth.
"You just seem a little tense today. And your eyes…they kind of give it away," Yeonjun said gently.
Soobin momentarily forgot to breathe, a dull ache forming in his chest. But he forced a smile.
"I didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all. Don’t worry about me," he lied, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.
Yeonjun seemed to accept his answer, nodding and going back to his meal. Soobin let out a quiet breath of relief, though he wasn’t sure if Yeonjun had truly believed him. Part of Soobin wanted people to notice him, to care enough to ask him how he was feeling. Yet, when they did, he hated it. He hated lying to them, and more than that, he didn’t know how to be honest about what was going on inside of him. Still, he appreciated that Yeonjun had cared enough to ask.
The day took a turn for the worse when, out of nowhere, Soobin heard his manager shouting from across the office.
"CHOI SOOBIN, IN MY OFFICE NOW!"
His heart plummeted into his stomach. Every pair of eyes in the office turned toward him. Some people looked just as nervous as he felt; others seemed pleased to see him getting called out. He kept his head down, trying to make himself as small as possible as he made his way to his manager’s office. Before entering, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.
"You called for me, sir?" Soobin asked timidly as he stepped inside.
"Yes, I fucking did!" his manager snapped, his voice loud enough to rattle the walls. "Why didn’t you send that email to the client? I’ve been waiting for them to show up all day, only to find out they never even got the invitation!"
Soobin flinched as his manager's spit landed on his face, but he was too tired to wipe it away. His stomach sank even further as he realized what had happened. He had been working on that email earlier in the day but got distracted when hunger hit. He had told himself he would finish it after lunch, but that was when everything spiraled out of control. He had fallen into another mental breakdown, one that had lasted over an hour, leaving him too drained to function. He had gone to bed and completely forgotten about the email.
"I’m so sorry, sir," Soobin mumbled quickly. "I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this."
"You’d better," his manager huffed. "Send the email right away, and to make up for your mistake, I’ve got extra work for you. I need it done tonight no excuses. This meeting is crucial for us, and I don’t need another screw up."
"Yes, sir. I’ll get right on it," Soobin responded, his voice barely audible. He quickly bowed and left the office, keeping his head down as he walked past his coworkers. He could feel their eyes on him, some sympathetic, others indifferent, but he avoided looking at anyone. He needed to be alone.
He rushed to the bathroom, grateful to find it empty. Locking the door behind him, he slid down to the floor, his back against the cold tiles. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, and he clenched his shirt tightly over his heart, which ached as if it was about to break. Tears welled up in his eyes again, threatening to fall, but he fought against them. He knew he had messed up, and now the guilt was eating him alive. His self-hatred clawed at him, whispering cruel words in his mind. He felt like a complete failure, like nothing he did would ever be enough.
For a few minutes, he just sat there, overwhelmed and unable to move. His thoughts spiraled deeper into that familiar dark place, but before he could completely sink into it, there was a knock on the door.
"Soobin? Are you in there?" Yeonjun’s voice came from the other side, laced with concern.
Soobin swallowed hard, forcing himself to sound normal. "Y-yeah, I’m here. Just... give me a minute."
He heard Yeonjun hesitate for a moment, then his footsteps retreated down the hallway. Soobin let out a long breath, forcing himself to stand up. He splashed some cold water on his face, trying to wash away the evidence of his discomfort. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him disheveled, exhausted, but still standing. He straightened his shirt as best he could, then headed back to his desk, trying to look as normal as possible.
The first thing he did was send the email to the client, apologizing profusely for the delay and requesting their availability for a meeting the following day. He reported to his manager that the email had been sent, then turned his attention to the stack of extra work he had been given. It was a lot more than he could realistically finish in the time he had left. But Soobin didn’t want to make another mistake. He organized the tasks into sections, assigning time slots to each, and got to work.
Hours passed. One by one, his coworkers left for the day, the office growing quieter and darker as the lights were turned off around him. But Soobin remained at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he raced against the clock. His mind, however, wouldn’t let him focus entirely. In the back of his head, the doubts and self criticism kept churning, reminding him of his earlier mistake, whispering that he wasn’t good enough, that he was only going to mess up again.
Finally, around 8:30, a major issue popped up. One of the documents he needed to load wouldn’t open properly. At first, he stayed calm, trying various methods to fix the problem. But nothing worked. Every attempt only seemed to make the issue worse. Time kept slipping away, and soon it was 9:00, an hour past when he was supposed to finish. The mounting frustration, coupled with the stress of the day, started to overwhelm him. He could feel the panic rising in his chest again, his breath coming in short gasps. His vision blurred with unshed tears, and he gripped his desk tightly, trying to keep himself from falling apart right there in the office.
But then, he heard the door open.
"Soobin? You’re still here?" Yeonjun’s voice broke through the haze of panic.
Soobin blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. He quickly wiped at his eyes and forced a smile as he turned toward Yeonjun. "Yeah, just... finishing up some things."
Yeonjun approached him quietly, his gaze soft but serious. He stopped beside Soobin’s chair, resting a hand on the back of it. "What happened? Why are you still here so late?"
Soobin hesitated, not sure how to answer. He didn’t want to burden Yeonjun with his problems, and he didn’t want to seem incompetent. But the exhaustion, both physical and emotional, made it hard to keep up the facade. "I... made a mistake earlier. And now I’m trying to make up for it. But this document won’t load, and I’ve been trying to fix it for an hour."
Yeonjun looked at him for a long moment, then reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Soobin’s shoulder. "You’ve been through enough for one day. Let me help."
Soobin was about to protest, but the warmth of Yeonjun’s touch and the gentleness in his voice disarmed him. He nodded silently, moving aside to let Yeonjun sit beside him. Together, they worked through the issue with the document, Yeonjun offering suggestions and guidance while Soobin followed his lead.
After another thirty minutes of troubleshooting, they finally managed to fix the problem. Soobin let out a deep breath of relief, leaning back in his chair as the tension in his body slowly began to ease.
"Thanks, Yeonjun," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He didn’t know how to express just how much this small act of kindness meant to him.
Yeonjun smiled warmly. "Anytime, Soobin. You don’t have to do everything alone, you know. We’re here for you."
Soobin’s heart swelled at those words. He had been so used to handling everything by himself, believing that no one really cared. But in that moment, with Yeonjun sitting beside him, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could get better.
As Soobin finished the last bit of work, his body instinctively relaxed, but his heart didn’t follow suit. Instead, it grew heavier with each passing second, a weight he had been carrying for far too long. The pressure in his chest that had been building since the morning, and perhaps for weeks before, finally reached its breaking point. A sob, which he had been trying so desperately to hold back, clawed its way up his throat, his eyes burning with unshed tears. He tried to swallow it down, but the effort only made his chest ache more intensely. His vision blurred as his eyes reddened with the strain of trying to keep everything inside.
Yeonjun, who had been sitting beside him, noticed the change immediately. His gaze softened with concern as he saw the way Soobin’s face twisted in the effort to keep himself together. Without hesitation, Yeonjun reached out, cupping Soobin’s cheek gently in his hand.
"Hey, what happened, love?" Yeonjun asked softly, his voice tender, almost like a whisper.
Soobin choked out, "I... I don’t know."
Yeonjun’s voice was steady and kind. "Please, Soobin, talk to me. I’m here."
The tears broke free, faster than Soobin could control, and Yeonjun quickly pulled him into a gentle embrace. Soobin sobbed into Yeonjun’s shoulder, his body trembling, while Yeonjun stroked his hair and held him close.
"It’s okay," Yeonjun whispered, "let it out. I’ve got you."
Soobin cried until he felt empty, but a small sense of peace settled in with Yeonjun’s comforting presence, knowing that for once, he wasn’t alone.
After a few minutes, Soobin finally calms down. He looks up at Yeonjun with a soft, grateful expression.
“Th-thank you,” he murmurs.
“It’s nothing, Bin. Remember, we’re friends, right? And friends are supposed to be there for each other,” Yeonjun responds warmly.
“But you also helped me with work…” Soobin starts to say.
“Yeah, and I’m going to help you more by dropping you home, okay?” Yeonjun replies firmly.
“No, no, it’s okay. I can go on my own,” Soobin protests, shaking his head.
“I said I’m doing it, and you’re going to listen to me.” Yeonjun’s voice takes on a stern tone, effectively cutting off any further argument.
Soobin immediately falls silent, looking up at him like a small cat waiting for its next command. The sight stirs something inside Yeonjun.
Yeonjun’s stern expression softens into a smile as he gently pats Soobin’s head.“Good boy,” he says, ruffling Soobin’s hair. Soobin’s ears turn bright red at the gesture.
They gather their belongings and make their way out of the office. Yeonjun confidently strides through the parking lot toward his car, with Soobin trailing behind, shyly.
Once they settle into the car, Soobin quietly gives his address. The drive is mostly silent, and it doesn’t take long to reach Soobin’s place. As they pull up, Soobin hesitantly asks, “Would you like to come up? I can make some ramen for us.”
“Aww, are you flirting with me?” Yeonjun teases, grinning as Soobin's face turns bright red. He hadn’t considered how his offer might come across.
“N-no, but… I still want to do something for you,” Soobin stammers, avoiding eye contact.
“Alright, dear,” Yeonjun replies, stepping out of the car with a smile. He happily walks alongside Soobin toward the entrance. Soobin feels butterflies in his stomach; no one has ever come to his home before. And now, it’s Yeonjun—the Yeonjun walking beside him. He never imagined this would ever happen.
As they arrive on Soobin's floor, he notices Yeonjun’s reaction. Yeonjun looks around like a curious child seeing something new, and it unexpectedly makes Soobin happy. Wait, happy? He realizes he hasn’t felt that way in a long time.
Once inside, Yeonjun immediately flops down on the couch while Soobin heads to the kitchen to prepare the ramen. Fortunately, he has all the ingredients needed for a perfect bowl. He cooks quietly, occasionally glancing over at Yeonjun, who’s engrossed in watching reels on his phone. It feels nice—comforting, even. Suddenly, Soobin finds himself wishing this day wouldn’t end. He wants to keep spending time with Yeonjun like this.
When he serves the hot bowls of ramen on the table, Yeonjun lights up with excitement.
“Oh my god, this looks fucking delicious!” he exclaims.
Soobin can’t help but smile at his reaction. They both eat quietly, engaging in small talk here and there, their thighs brushing occasionally. Each touch sends Soobin’s heart racing. Yeonjun is so different here, in his home, compared to how he is at the office. Yet, there’s still something about his presence that leaves Soobin breathless. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is, but Yeonjun seems to shine not with light, but with something intangible that draws Soobin in. He can’t take his eyes off him.
As Yeonjun talks, Soobin feels a strange calm wash over him. It’s like hearing him makes everything seem normal again, like this is how life should be.
After they finish eating, Yeonjun insists on washing the dishes. Soobin hesitates but eventually agrees, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he returns, drying his hair with a towel, he spots Yeonjun finishing up. Yeonjun's suit jacket is draped over a chair, his tie loosened, and his head tilted back as he stretches out his neck. His chest rises and falls as he breathes deeply before settling back into place.
Soobin suddenly feels his mouth go dry. He swallows hard, unable to tear his gaze away. Seeing Yeonjun like this exhausted yet effortlessly attractive, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, sends a wave of heat through Soobin. His eyes linger on Yeonjun's exposed neck, and he feels a flutter in his lower stomach, His breath catches as his cock twitches at the sight.
Before Soobin can react or say anything, Yeonjun notices him.
“Oh, you’re done! I was thinking… maybe I could stay here tonight? I’m so tired, and driving back home is an hour long nightmare. Please?” Yeonjun pleads, looking at Soobin with hopeful eyes. And who is Soobin to refuse?
“Yeah, sure, hyung. I’ll grab some clothes for you. Take a shower, and then we can get some sleep.”
Yeonjun immediately stands up, his face lighting up with relief as he rushes toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, Soobin hands him a fresh set of clothes, and Yeonjun heads inside for a shower.
Meanwhile, Soobin paces around his room, his mind racing. He knows he’ll offer Yeonjun his bed; the couch is uncomfortable, and he wouldn’t let him sleep there. But the thought of sharing his bed with Yeonjun makes Soobin’s heart pound in his chest. He feels excited and scared at the same time. He starts imagining what might happen maybe Yeonjun will kiss him, or hug him, or even cuddle with him—
“Ugh, Soobin, stop it,” he mutters to himself, lightly slapping his cheeks in an attempt to snap out of it. It all feels so far-fetched, yet he can’t help but want it. It’s a need that’s been buried deep inside him for so long, and now it’s bubbling up, yearning to be fulfilled. But he has no idea if it ever will. He feels like a teenager again, nervous and jittery about being alone with someone. And it’s just a coworker and a friend… right?
While Soobin is lost in his thoughts, Yeonjun re enters the room, and for a moment, time seems to stop. The oversized shirt and shorts that Soobin gave him hang loosely on his frame, making him appear smaller than usual—a surprising contrast, considering Yeonjun usually carries himself with such presence. But right now, he looks soft, cuddly even, and every dirty thought Soobin has ever had rushes through his mind at once. He quickly turns away, trying to calm his racing heart.
“So, where should I sleep?” Yeonjun asks, drying his hair casually.
“We… we can share the bed,” Soobin whispers, his voice barely audible. “We’re both guys, and anywhere else would be uncomfortable.”
Soobin catches a brief smirk on Yeonjun’s face, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. Yeonjun slips into the bed without hesitation, tucking himself under the blanket.
Soobin soon follows, lying down beside him and turning off the light.
In just a few minutes, Yeonjun is sound asleep, but Soobin remains wide awake. Now that the silence of the room has settled in, the weight of the day crashes over him. He remembers everything that happened at the office.. first, not doing his work properly, then struggling with the error that forced him to ask for help, and finally, letting his emotions slip through in front of Yeonjun, despite all his efforts to keep them hidden.
Tears begin to spill from his eyes, unbidden. The familiar ache of self-loathing rises to the surface, drowning out any lingering warmth from Yeonjun’s presence beside him. Soobin’s thoughts spiral, completely forgetting that Yeonjun is sleeping so close to him.
After a few minutes, Soobin forces himself to stop crying, not wanting to wake Yeonjun. He shifts in bed and suddenly finds himself face to face with him. They’re too close he doesn’t know how it happened, but he’s frozen in place, staring at Yeonjun’s peaceful face. His lips are slightly parted, and Soobin feels his breath catch in his throat.
It’s been so long since he’s been this close to someone, maybe three or four years. His eyes trace every detail of Yeonjun’s face, trying to memorize it all ...the small eyes, the tiny scar on his eyelid, the perfectly shaped nose… and then his gaze lingers on Yeonjun’s lips.
They look so soft, smooth from the lip balm he put on before bed, with a slight pink tint that makes them look impossibly inviting. Soobin’s stomach flutters as he stares, a deep, undeniable longing filling him. He wants to feel those lips against his own.
Slowly, almost instinctively, Soobin lifts his hand and moves his forefinger closer to Yeonjun’s lips. He’s scared, his heart pounding in his chest, but Yeonjun is sleeping so soundly, unaware of the storm of emotions swirling inside Soobin.
He hesitates, his finger hovering just above Yeonjun’s lips, the urge to touch them almost overwhelming. Finally, he gives in, gently placing his fingertip on Yeonjun’s lips with a feather-light touch. When Yeonjun doesn’t stir, Soobin dares to trace the outline of his lips softly, feeling their warmth and softness. His heart races, pounding so hard he wonders if Yeonjun can hear it.
Soobin becomes lost in the sensation, completely absorbed in the moment, forgetting everything else until his eyes shift and meet Yeonjun’s. His breath catches in his throat as he realizes Yeonjun is awake, watching him. The world seems to stop, and suddenly it’s almost impossible to breathe.
They lock eyes, unable to tear themselves away. Soobin feels his face burn under Yeonjun's intense gaze. There's something in Yeonjun's eyes-a look that says so much without needing words. It's like he's trying to communicate everything he's feeling just through that gaze alone.
Soobin's eyes drift down to Yeonjun's lips, then back up to his eyes, and then back to his lips again. He can't help himself. Slowly, he runs his finger across Yeonjun's lips, tracing them softly. When Yeonjun inhales sharply, Soobin's heart races even faster.
"Hyung..." Soobin breathes out, his voice low and husky.
"Y-yeah?" Yeonjun stammers, clearly affected.
"C-can I?" Soobin asks, resting his finger on Yeonjun's lips.
"Please..." Yeonjun breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper. Without breaking eye contact, he takes Soobin's finger into his mouth, sucking on it slowly. The sensation sends a jolt of heat straight to Soobin's core, making his cock twitch with desire.
The intensity between them grows, the air thick with tension. Yeonjun's lips around Soobin's finger feel teasingly slow, just like they might if he were to go down on him, and Soobin can't help the breathy moan that escapes his lips.
When it feels like its enough, soobin lets his finger out and puts it in his mouth and sucks it lightly while looking directly at yeonjun and he snaps. The moment the finger is out he kisses him hard on the lips. One hand pulling him closer from the waist.
The kiss turns messy as Soobin's hands find Yeonjun's waist, both of them pulling each other closer until their bodies are pressed together. Their legs tangle over one another as they deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing in sync. Yeonjun gently sucks on Soobin's tongue, drawing a soft moan from him. They kiss again, their bodies rubbing against each other like they're on fire.
When their cocks finally brush against each other through their clothes, they both let out a moan, momentarily breaking the kiss. But Yeonjun doesn't hesitate, he pushes Soobin back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. He kisses Soobin's lips, then moves to his jaw, trailing soft kisses down to his neck.
Soobin can't help but surrender to the sensations, letting Yeonjun take the lead. The slow, deliberate kisses feel like sweet torture, leaving him lightheaded and wanting more of everything Yeonjun is giving him.
After leaving a red mark on Soobin's neck, Yeonjun finally pulls back and looks down at him. Soobin already seems dazed, and they haven't even really begun.
"Bin..." Yeonjun says softly, and Soobin's eyes meet his.
"You were crying before this, weren't you?" Yeonjun asks, his voice gentle but direct. Soobin immediately feels small, exposed in a way that makes him uncomfortable.
"N-no, I wasn’t," he whispers, avoiding Yeonjun's gaze, the lie slipping out too easily.
"Don't lie to me," Yeonjun says softly. "I already heard you."
Soobin's eyes widen in shock. "You were awake?" he asks, startled.
"I woke up when I heard you crying, but I tried to pretend I was asleep," Yeonjun admits.
"Oh..." Soobin mumbles, the only word he can manage. The weight of being so vulnerable, so open in front of someone, presses down on him. And not just anyone—Yeonjun, who is still on top of him, making everything feel too much.
Yeonjun sighs softly, meeting Soobin’s eyes with an understanding gaze. "You don’t have to hide from me, Soobin-ah. You can be weak with me."
Those words hit something deep inside Soobin, and he feels his throat tighten with the urge to cry again. But he’s so tired of crying, so instead, he grabs Yeonjun by the shirt and pulls him down into a kiss. This time, Soobin takes the lead. His hands are firm on Yeonjun’s neck as he pulls him closer, their bodies pressing together, their cocks brushing against each other again. But this time, neither of them pulls away. The kiss is desperate, as if their lives depend on it.
Within minutes, their shirts are off, followed by their pants, leaving them in only their underwear. Yeonjun moves his lips from Soobin’s mouth down to his neck, trailing kisses across his skin until he reaches his chest. He takes one of Soobin’s nipples into his mouth, and Soobin gasps in surprise, not expecting the sensation. No one has ever touched him there before, and he never realized how sensitive he was. Yeonjun works his mouth skillfully, teasing Soobin’s nipples until they’re hard, sending shocks of pleasure through him.
When Yeonjun finally moves lower, his lips find Soobin’s stomach. Soobin’s abs tense under the soft, wet touch of Yeonjun’s tongue, and Yeonjun groans in appreciation.
"Fuck, baby, you’re so hot," Yeonjun murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he traces Soobin’s abs with his tongue, leaving a wet trail that makes them glisten.
Soobin groans in frustration, his cock
aching for attention, painfully hard beneath the fabric of his underwear. All the teasing is driving him insane.
"Hyung, please," Soobin breathes out, desperation lacing his voice.
Yeonjun pauses and looks up at him, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "What is it, Bin?"
"P-please… take me, Hyung," Soobin says, feeling embarrassed but unable to hold back any longer.
"Take you?" Yeonjun asks playfully, his fingers toying with the waistband of Soobin’s underwear, tugging it down just a little. Soobin bites down on his lip, feeling the tension building inside him.
"Fuck, Hyung, please… take me in your mouth," Soobin finally says, his voice more certain now, full of need.
Yeonjun’s smirk deepens. "I love that you are ordering me like that," he replies with a laugh before finally pulling Soobin’s underwear down, letting his cock spring free.
Yeonjun’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight in front of him. "Fuck," Yeonjun mutters before wrapping his lips around Soobin's cock, sucking on it softly. He pulls back, then flicks his tongue against Soobin's slit like a teasing kitten, all while keeping intense eye contact. Soobin curses under his breath, overwhelmed by the sensations. Pleasure has never felt this good before he feels like he's floating.
Yeonjun's mouth moves slowly, deliberately, sending waves of heat coursing through Soobin's body. The mix of saliva and precum drips down his length, making everything slick. Soobin feels himself getting closer and closer to release.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he breathes out, teetering on the edge. But just as those words leave his mouth, Yeonjun pulls away, and the sensation vanishes in an instant.
"What the fuck..." Soobin gasps, both shocked and frustrated at the sudden loss of contact.
Yeonjun sits up in Soobin's lap.
"Tell me, why were you crying?" he asks as he takes his cock in his hand again, moving it at a painfully slow pace.
"Hyung, don't do this to me," Soobin almost begs. He feels so close, but the touch isn't enough to make him cum.
"I want to know, Soobin, or I won't let you cum," Yeonjun says, sitting back down and removing his underwear. He searches for lube in the drawer. Once he finds it, he makes his way between Soobin's legs again, this time spreading them apart. He takes some lube onto his fingers and traces it over Soobin's pink hole.
Soobin is speechless, his eyes fixed on what's happening in front of him. Yeonjun’s hole is pink, glistening with lube as his fingers move in and out. Soobin can't help but twitch, breathing heavily at the sight. His cock lies prettily against his stomach. His mouth dries up as he watches everything unfold in front of him, but it still feels just out of his grasp.
"Speak," Yeonjun commands, his fingers still moving. But Soobin doesn't reply—he's too entranced by the sight in front of him.
"I told you to speak," Yeonjun says again, this time with more authority, making Soobin finally look up. All he sees are Yeonjun's red cheeks and a stern look on his face.
"I—I kept remembering what happened today and how weak I've become with you."
"And?"
"And I feel like a loser because of it," Soobin admits, his voice nearly fading. He feels vulnerable in front of Yeonjun, who is literally opening himself up in front of him.
"Never say that word again," Yeonjun says, pulling his fingers out. He looks stretched enough to take Soobin now.
"Huh?" Soobin asks, not understanding what Yeonjun is referring to.
Yeonjun doesn’t reply but instead makes Soobin sit up against the back of the bed and then straddles his lap. He kisses him softly on the lips and takes Soobin's face in his hands.
"Never call yourself a loser, Bin. You're strong enough to get through the whole day. Letting your emotions show is a sign of bravery. You should be proud of it," Yeonjun says, lifting himself up. He takes Soobin's cock into his hand and slowly pushes it into his hole. Soobin moans loudly this time, forgetting the words he had intended to say.
Yeonjun rides him slowly, taking his cock at a deliberate pace and clenching around him. It makes Soobin see stars. He feels completely overwhelmed. The slow, intense movements, the soft moans Yeonjun is finally letting out, it all makes him lose his senses. He feels euphoria in that moment, just naked and being used by Yeonjun. It's the most beautiful sight. The way Yeonjun keeps eye contact feels like they're making love for the first time, even though it’s not.
Soobin's eyes fill with tears. It’s the
warmth of Yeonjun’s hole, the love in his eyes, and the overwhelming pleasure. It’s too much.
"Fuck, baby, you're filling me so well," Yeonjun praises, also lost in the feeling, his eyes closed. He had always had his eye on Soobin, the younger man was hard to ignore. Despite being cute and friendly in their friendship, Soobin was almost intimidating when he was working. That always drew Yeonjun’s attention. When Soobin broke down in front of him, it crushed his heart. He never knew how Soobin had been feeling, though there were times he could sense something was off. He was glad he had asked that day, even though he never anticipated it leading to this..Yeonjun sitting on his cock, getting fucked by the hottest guy in the office.
When Soobin doesn’t say anything, Yeonjun opens his eyes and looks up. Soobin seems completely gone, tears streaming down his face, moaning loudly with each thrust. His hands grip Yeonjun's waist, guiding his movements.
"Baby, look at me," Yeonjun says, and Soobin does.
"Fuck, Hyung," Soobin groans, fucking him harder, chasing his release.
"Baby, what are we doing?" Yeonjun
asks, sitting fully on Soobin’s cock, stopping the motion.
"W-we’re fucking," Soobin answers, feeling like he’s floating. It feels too good; he’s happy, so he smiles.
"Fuck, you're happy? I think you're in subspace," Yeonjun says, recognizing the signs.
"Oh," Soobin replies quietly.
"Hyung, please...please move, I can't," Soobin begs this time, feeling almost too sensitive from the stimulation.
"Okay," Yeonjun agrees and starts moving again, this time faster and with more strength, aided by Soobin.
They both chase their release, and after a few seconds, Soobin moans loudly, his voice almost breathless.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm coming," he announces, filling Yeonjun with his load. After two or three more thrusts, Yeonjun cums too, his release landing on both of their stomachs. He collapses on Soobin, too tired to move, his hole still filled.
Soobin feels like he’s back in the world again. It felt too good to be true. He breathes heavily, just like Yeonjun. He rubs his hands softly on Yeonjun’s back and kisses his head, replaying everything that happened in his mind.
He can’t believe he just fucked Yeonjun, almost lost himself in the moment and now Yeonjun is nearly asleep on his chest. What a turn of events this day has been. He can’t believe this is how it's ending, but he feels happy and content. He felt the love he’s been dreaming of for years, even if it was just for a night. He wants it to happen every night, even if they’re not fucking. He wants Yeonjun in his arms like this.
With Yeonjun by his side, all the loneliness he’s felt will disappear. With him, he can be happy, sad, and open.
After a few minutes, they both stand up and clean themselves. Soobin helps Yeonjun get cleaned up, and they take a bath for the second time that night.
Yeonjun tries to talk about what happened and what state soobin was in but Soobin doesn't wanna talk about anything rn so he kisses him again and pats his head so he can sleep soundly.
In just a few minutes, they fall asleep in each other’s arms, small smiles on their faces, thinking about the possibilities and what might happen from now on.