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Jealousy is an ugly feeling, a feeling that Chan is stuck with constantly. He knows it's dumb, he should be happy with what he has and not ask for more, yet he can’t help wishing he got to feel what everyone else feels. In a world where everyone gets to meet their soulmates and fall in love Chan is stuck by himself, the withered flower visible on his left arm weighing heavy.
Chan's soulmate was dead, dead before he even got the chance to meet them and that hurts. It definitely does not help to see his friends find tires and fall in love. Seungkwan holding the hand of his boyfriend and soulmate while he looked at Chan with pity made Chan want to start throwing hands and flip the table that was in front of them. But he never did, he kept his cool and kept reassuring everyone that he was fine.
To be honest, his friends taking pity on him was not the worst, in fact it came with some pros because it usually led to him getting a lot of free food and attention when he needed it. The thing that was the worst was the fake flirting.
Like now for example, Chan was just looking for a fun night at the club. Dressed in a white lace cropped shirt and a pair of black leather pants that hugged his ass in the right places. He had just gotten off the dance floor and he knew he was being watched, which is not surprising since he looked good. Chan never minded people watching him, he thrived in the spotlight. The only thing ruining it is that he know that these people only want one thing, a quick fuck, something to distract them before they can find their soulmates, the real thing. Chan knows he has been there before, getting his heart used while the other person just moves on with their soulmate.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A dark and alluring voice behind Chan says. He is tall and good looking wearing a simple button shirt and a pair of jeans. On his face rests a pair of glasses making his dark eyes stand out. To put it simply the man is handsome, but Chan is not one to be easily fooled by the good looks of others.
“Thanks, but I can buy my own drink,”Chan says, ready to turn his back to the man.
“Okay, how about some good company?” He flashes Chan a smile, and Chan can’t stop himself from thinking that he was cute.
“Listen, I appreciate the effort but I'm not interested in being your plaything for one night,” Chan says quickly, immediately regretting how harsh he sounds. Why is he projecting all his anger onto this stranger? But even after Chan’s almost rude remark the stranger replies calmly.
“What makes you think I’m just looking for a one time thing?”
Chan has to admit, the way that the stranger spoke with such assurance made him blush. What did he mean by that? Chan obviously wasn’t his soulmate so why would he want anything more?
“Well- I mean, I know I’m not your soulmate so why bother?”
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you, I’ll leave you alone” Now Chan really feels bad, he is scaring this perfectly nice man away for no bigger reason than his own pity.
“Wait, no I’m sorry, I’m mad at you and I don’t even know you, it's dumb” The alcohol slowly gets to Chan as he starts to speak. “It’s just that my soulmate is dead and usually when people talk to me like this they are just looking for a quick fuck”
The stranger looks at Chan, his eyes widening in shock. He is quiet for a second just looking in Chan's eyes, he then signals to the bartender to come over.
“I’ll have another of this and one for this guy too please.” He taps his glass as he speaks and Chan suddenly realizes he is holding his breath waiting for the guy to continue. “My soulmate died two years ago, I mourned him but now that he is no longer here I realized that the whole thing with only one true love is dumb, I want to meet someone and fall in love again. We just met so I’m not going to be weird and start with a love confession.” He pauses, taking a sip from his drink that the bartender had just provided him with. “All I know is that I thought you looked like an interesting person.”
“Start with your name.” Chan says and the stranger looks taken back. “You didn’t want to start with a love confession so start with your name.”
“Wonwoo, my name is Wonwoo.”
“Hi Wonwoo, my name is Chan.”
They ended up talking all night, Chan laughing loudly at all Wonwoo's dorky jokes and Wonwoo making Chan blush everytime he complimented him. They talked about everything from their daily life to how society looks at people like them with dead soulmates. It’s been awhile since Chan felt this. At the end of the night Wonwoo had given him his number and was getting ready to leave when Chan suddenly blurted out.
“Do you want to come home with me?” kinda ironic that Chan is asking that now, especially after almost throwing hands at the thought of going home with a stranger earlier that night. But Wonwoo replied with a simple. “I would love to,” and they left the bar hand in hand.
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They enter Chan's apartment together kicking off their shoes at the door, Chan makes a move to go further into the apartment but suddenly Wonwoo grabs his wrist, pulling him back and pinning him against the door. He puts his hands at Chan's waist and starts kissing him deeply. The kiss feels hungry like they both have been waiting for this moment all their life. Wonwoo pulls away for air and Chan is left breathing heavily.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since you told me your name at the bar.” Wonwoo says locking eyes with Chan, hands still on his waist holding him tightly.
Chan moves his arms behind Wonwoo's neck, pushing them closer. “Well don’t stop then.”
Chan is the one to initiate the kiss again, holding Wonwoo close and biting on his bottom lip to let him inside so that he can taste all of him. Wonwoo's hands start moving downwards and grabs Chan's ass, he then lifts Chan up making him lock his feet at his waist.
“Bed please,” Chan managed to say between his small moans. Wonwoo nods at him and carries Chan to the bedroom in the apartment. Chan normally would have been embarrassed by the mess that his home is but right now the growing tent in his pants and the handsome man carrying him to his bedroom is keeping his mind distracted.
Wonwoo throws Chan on the bed gently and starts to unbutton his shirt, locking eyes with Chan as he does, making Chan's face turn bright red. Wonwoo crawls back on top of Chan and starts kissing down his jaw, Chan’s hands feeling his chest and toned abs. A hand reaches under Chan's laced top pulling it up over his chest, suddenly Chan feels a mouth on top of his nipple biting and licking. A loud moan escapes his lips and the leather pants he is wearing are starting to feel very tight.
Wonwoo keeps biting and sucking on Chan’s chest, tracing downwards and sucking on his tummy. When he reaches the hem of Chan's pants he looks up at him to ask for permission. Chan shakes his head looking almost desperate as Wonwoo starts taking off his leather pants struggling a bit with getting it below the curve of his ass. After he gets his pants down he pulls down Chan’s underwear too, noticing the way Wonwoo looks at him Chan starts feeling embarrassed and pulls his legs together. Wonwoo stops him pushing them apart and leans down to take his dick in his mouth.
“Oh my god, Wonwoo,” Chan calls out his hand coming up to cover his mouth from realising loud and lewd noises.
“Don’t be shy, let me hear you Chan, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Wonwoo starts bobbing his head on Chan's dick and the scene looks like something straight out of a porno. He releases Chan and stands up to take off his own pants.
Chan sits up taking off his own shirt and reaching out to the bedside drawer to get out lube and a condom. When Wonwoo comes back to the bed Chan takes his dick in his hands and starts stroking him making Wonwoo's breath quicken as he leans in against his face and kisses up his jaw line stopping at his ear to whisper.
“Do you want to prep me or should I do it myself while you watch?” The desperate sound Wonwoo lets out is satisfying for Chan, knowing he too can catch the man off guard. But Wonwoo recovers quickly.
“I’ll do it if you let me baby.” The sudden use of the nickname was not something Chan expected but something he still welcomed.
Chan turned around placing himself on his knees and pushing his ass in the air displaying it for the man behind him. He can hear the low whistle coming from Wonwoo and then he feels his cheeks being spread apart. Wonwoo then places a kiss right on his hole and starts thrusting his tongue into him slowly.
“Ah, don’t tease,” Chan’s patience is starting to wear thin.
“Okay baby I won’t,” Wonwoo lets out a low chuckle, he then reaches for the lube and pops the cap open pouring some on his fingers.
He slowly starts working Chan open, listening to the sounds he lets out and inserts new digits when he deems Chan ready.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me”
Wonwoo turns him around, kissing him deeply while he removes his fingers from inside of Chan. Chan’s hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat and when he gets a look at Wonwoo he can see that the older one is not in a much better state. His hands are trembling as he puts on a condom. He once again starts kissing Chan as he aligns himself and starts pushing in.
The sound of skin hitting skin is what fills the room followed by the squeaking sound the bed makes with every thrust. Wonwoo grabs Chan's hand as they reach release together. Their chest rises fast as Wonwoo collapses on top of him.
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When the morning comes the next day Chan wakes up by the sun hitting his face. He reaches out to the other side of the bed only to find that it's empty. Sadness fills Chan’s chest, did Wonwoo leave already? That is when the smell of newly fried pancakes reaches his nostrils and pulls him out of bed.
When Chan enters his kitchen he is met by the sight of Wonwoo standing over his stove making pancakes. He is wearing one of Chan’s aprons that he got from his mom, it's a soft pink color with white dots covering it. To say Wonwoo looked dorky would be an understatement but Chan found it adorable.
“You made breakfast?” Chan says, revealing his presence.
“Oh, you're awake!” You looked so calm while sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you up.” He then lifts up the spatula displaying it to Chan. “So I decided to make us some pancakes for breakfast.”
They make the table sitting down across from each other while they eat. Chan can’t help but think quietly for himself that maybe you don’t need a soulmate to fall in love, he thinks Wonwoo probably shares his view on this too.
Suddenly the dead flower on his arm didn’t feel as heavy anymore.