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it starts on the balcony.
they're passing a joint back and forth, shoulders brushing as the sky folds itself into twilight. the air smells like secondhand smoke and cheap detergent from someone else's laundry below. nam-gyu leans against the railing. su-bong sits half-sideways on a plastic lawn chair, one leg kicked up, phone screen still glowing in his palm. he hasn't checked it in ten minutes.
"take it," su-bong says, holding the joint out with two fingers.
nam-gyu takes it. his knuckles graze su-bong's for a second too long. su-bong smirks like he's already high on something worse. they're quiet for a while—just puff, pass, exhale. the kind of silence that hums.
then su-bong takes it back, inhales deep, and when nam-gyu opens his mouth to say something, su-bong leans in and slips the joint between his lips for him. like feeding a cigarette to a doll. their mouths are this close. closer. closer still.
nam-gyu doesn't pull back. he just breathes in slow, holding the smoke like a secret, eyes steady. and when su-bong licks his lips and says, "god, you're such a little princess," they both laugh—
but they're already kissing.
it's not dramatic. not a movie kiss. it's sticky with weed and soft with end-of-day sleepiness. smoke escaping their lips. nam-gyu tastes like cigarettes and su-bong's chapstick. su-bong tastes like weed and something unnameable, something lonely.
they pull apart, both a little dazed.
"you're so weird," nam-gyu says.
"you're welcome."
a beat. and then:
"wanna play something?" su-bong offers, reaching behind him for his phone. "i'm bored."
"like what."
"something high stakes."
nam-gyu raises an eyebrow. "you wanna duel or something?"
"truth or dare."
nam-gyu laughs. "what are you, twelve?"
" strip rules"su-bong says. "come on. you pick truth or dare. if you back out, you take something off."
"clothes?"
"unless you wanna make it psychological and strip your emotions, yeah. clothes."
nam-gyu exhales. "god. fine. but i'm not doing anything gross."
"you already kissed me. that was the grossest part."
"shut up."
they drag themselves inside, still laughing, still high. the sky behind them is the color of a healing bruise.
"okay," nam-gyu says, exhaling slowly. "truth or dare."
su-bong tilts his head. "truth. i'm easing in."
nam-gyu grins. "have you ever peed in a pool and denied it?"
"obviously," su-bong says, no hesitation. "i was, like, eight. what was i supposed to do? waddle out dripping and admit it?"
nam-gyu chokes on his laugh. "disgusting."
"your turn.."
"dare." nam-gyu narrows his eyes. "i'm not scared."
"then... act like a cat. two minutes. full commitment."
nam-gyu groans. "you're so dumb." but he drops to all fours without protest and starts crawling in a slow, sultry circle around su-bong. "meow."
su-bong can't breathe, he's laughing so hard. "why are you doing it sexy?"
"this is how cats walk!" nam-gyu protests, swishing his invisible tail. "you just don't understand the feline arts."
two minutes pass, and they're collapsed on su-bong's room's floor, tears in their eyes from laughing. su-bong's still wiping fake whiskers off his face. nam-gyu's clutching his stomach.
nam-gyu leans back, the joint long dead, but the haze still warm between them.
"truth or dare?" he asks, eyes a little glassy, a little sharper now.
"dare," su-bong says, chin tilted like always, daring the dare itself.
nam-gyu pretends to think, dragging it out. then:
"i dare you to moan my name like you mean it."
the silence is instant.
su-bong freezes. then slowly turns his head toward him. "you're insane."
nam-gyu just shrugs, smug. "you picked dare."
"i'm not doing that," su-bong says flatly, standing his ground for once. "that's... cringe. also my grandma could hear us."
"coward," nam-gyu hums, mock-pouting.
"bite me." su-bong gets to his feet, yanking down his sweatpants with a sigh, revealing his boxers "there. happy?"
nam-gyu bites back a grin. "ouh... you're bold bold."
"shut up."
nam-gyu snickers, eyes flicking over him, the air shifting between them again.
"well," he says, voice dropping just a touch, "now i know what to dare you next."
"truth or dare?" su-bong pants, breathless.
"truth," nam-gyu says, pointing at him.
"of course." su-bong scoffs then leans back on his elbows, smirking. "what's the wildest thing you've done to impress someone?"
there's a pause. nam-gyu blinks. danger.
he immediately thinks of the maid outfit. the little black dress. the lace apron. the stupid cat ears. su-bong sprawled across the bed, looking him up and down like a menace and going, "fuuuck. ruin me, nam-gyu."
nam-gyu's whole face flushes.
"oh my god," su-bong sits up. "you so have an answer."
"no i don't."
"you're blushing!"
nam-gyu groans, defeated, and reaches for his sock.
"nope," su-bong says, wagging a finger. "socks don't count. that's coward behavior."
with a dramatic sigh, nam-gyu peels off his hoodie instead. underneath, he's still got a t-shirt on. "happy now?"
"no," su-bong says, grinning like the devil. "but i'll allow it."
"truth or dare?" nam-gyu asks, narrowing his eyes like he's plotting something evil.
su-bong stretches out on the floor, legs sprawled. "mm, i'm scared now," he says mockingly, then adds, "truth."
"pussy," nam-gyu mutters with a grin. then he leans forward, voice low. "okay. what's the dirtiest thought you've ever had about me?"
su-bong freezes for half a second.
his eyes flick over nam-gyu's face, trying to read if he's serious. nam-gyu doesn't look away.
"fuck off," su-bong laughs, dragging a hand down his face. "that's not a truth question, that's blackmail."
nam-gyu just shrugs. "you picked truth."
there's a pause. su-bong opens his mouth, closes it. and then—
he starts taking his shirt off.
nam-gyu's eyebrows lift. "really? you're gonna tap out on that?"
"some things," su-bong says, slipping it off and tossing it aside, "are better left in the imagination."
nam-gyu stares for a second too long.
"i'm starting to think you're scared of me."
"keep playing and you'll find out." he smirks. "anyway, what is my princess gonna pick?"
nam-gyu sighs and says : "truth" thinking that'd save him from running out of clothes.
su-bong grins, slow and evil "so... how did you lose your virginity?"
nam-gyu's eyes widen "seriously?"
su-bong shrugs and leans back on his elbows "i mean, you don't have to answer. but if you keep going at this pace, you'll be running out of clothes soon, baby."
nam-gyu hesitates, his throat going dry. he swallows hard. "i was seventeen," he mutters, his words feeling like they're stuck. "kind of high on ecstasy... and then... uh." he suddenly stops, his face going a deep shade of pink.
he then looks at su-bong dead in the eyes "fuck you, su-bong." he says before taking his shirt off leaving him in nothing but sweatpants on.
su-bong's eyes light up, and before nam-gyu even asks, he's already grinning. "dare," he says, leaning forward, clearly ready for whatever comes next.
nam-gyu doesn't even blink. "well, how about you go and fuck yourself?"
su-bong freezes for a moment. his grin fades, but then it's back, a little too playful. "uh, are you being for real, or...?"
nam-gyu's mood shifts instantly. something dark flickers in his eyes as he clenches his fists. "why do you always gotta ruin things?" he snaps, his voice a little sharper than he intends, his bpd kicking in full force. he grabs his shirt, intending to just leave the moment.
but su-bong's quick. before he can move, su-bong's arms are around him, pulling him into a hug. it's dramatic, almost over the top, and it catches nam-gyu off guard. "hey, hey... i'm sorry," su-bong murmurs, his voice softer than usual, almost tender. "i'm just... i was just messing around."
nam-gyu hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding, but he can feel the weight of su-bong's apology. everything seems to slow down as the tension ebbs away. the weed heightens everything, turning the moment from frustrating to intimate, like the air is thick and soft around them.
he pulls back just a bit, looking into su-bong's eyes, and without thinking, his lips find su-bong's in a kiss—slow, searching, almost like they're trying to figure each other out again.
nam-gyu pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with su-bong's. there was a question in his eyes, a silent plea for permission. su-bong nodded, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, nam-gyu hooked his fingers into the waistband of su-bong's boxers and tugged them down, exposing him fully. su-bong's skin was warm under nam-gyu's touch, his erection already throbbing with need.
nam-gyu's hand wrapped around him, his grip firm but gentle, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head. su-bong let out a soft moan, his head falling back against the headboard as pleasure coursed through him "fuck, nam-gyu". but before he could lose himself in the sensation, nam-gyu's other hand pressed against his lips, silencing him. "shh," nam-gyu whispered giggling, his voice low. "we're not alone. don't make a sound."
su-bong's eyes widened, a mix of frustration and arousal flashing across his face. he nodded, biting his lip to stifle another moan as nam-gyu began to stroke him slowly, his movements deliberate and teasing. the tension in the room escalated, the forbidden nature of their actions only heightening the pleasure. su-bong's hands clenched into the sheets, his body arching slightly as he fought to remain quiet.
nam-gyu's hand moved faster, his grip tightening slightly as he watched su-bong struggle to contain his reactions. su-bong's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. his purple hair now messy from running his hands trhough it, framing his flushed cheeks and parted lips. he looked utterly undone, and nam-gyu couldn't help but smirk, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
su-bong’s breath caught in his throat as nam-gyu’s pants slid down his hips, revealing his own arousal. he was hard, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. su-bong’s eyes widened, his body reacting instinctively to the sight. he licked his lips, his gaze flicking between nam-gyu’s eyes and the bulge in his boxers.
the room was quiet, save for the sounds of their breathing and the faint creak of the bed. nam-gyu leaned in, his lips brushing against su-bong’s once more. the kiss was slow and deep, making both of them moan throughout thr kiss.
su-bong’s fingers trailed down nam-gyu’s body, his touch deliberate as he teased the head of nam-gyu’s cock. nam-gyu shuddered, his hand pressing against his owm mouth to silence his moan. su-bong smirked, his fingers wrapping around nam-gyu’s length, stroking slowly, his touch firm yet gentle. nam-gyu’s breath quickened, his hips twitching slightly as su-bong’s hand moved in a steady rhythm.
su-bong’s skin was warm under his touch, his body lean and toned, his purple hair falling into his forehead, devil horns now gone, as he leaned in for another kiss.
their movements careful, their bodies pressing together in a silent dance. su-bong’s hands slid down nam-gyu’s back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine as nam-gyu kissed his way down su-bong’s chest. leaving hickeys on su-bong’s skin, dark bruises that marked him as nam-gyu’s. su-bong giggled softly, his hand covering nam-gyu’s mouth to muffle the sound. “greedy ass princess,” he whispered, his voice teasing. nam-gyu smirked, his lips brushing against su-bong’s neck as he left another mark "just making sure everyone knows you're mine"
su-bong’s hands gripped the sheets, his body arching slightly as nam-gyu’s mouth explored every inch of his skin. the room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, their moans muffled by hands pressed against lips "shhh, pretty boy, don't want anyone else hering your beautfiul moans". nam-gyu’s fingers trailed down su-bong’s body, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs before sliding between his legs.
nam-gyu gasped as he was caught off guard by su-bong as he pressed a finger inside of him. his eyes met su-bong's before letting out a soft giiggle "hum, getting a little too excited, huh?" su-bong quickly put a hand over nam-gyu's mouth before he started moving his finger, touch slow and deliberate. a muffled sound escaped nam-gyu's mouth as his body started trembling with anticipation.
su-bong leaned, his lips brushing against nam-gyu's ear as he whispered : "wanna take this further, baby?". nam-gyu nodded, a devilish smile on his face.
nam-gyu's breathe hitched as su-bong pushed himself inside of him su-bong’s eyes fluttered closed, his hand reaching out to grip nam-gyu’s hair as he adjusted to the fullness.
the room was filled with the soft sounds of their bodies moving together, their moans muffled by hands pressed against lips. nam-gyu’s body arched as su-bong’s thrusts deepened, his hips snapping forward in a steady pace. their eyes met, their gazes locked as they moved in perfect harmony, their desire palpable yet restrained. su-bong’s breath came in short gasps, his body trembling on the edge of release.
su-bong’s hand wrapped around nam-gyu’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, his touch firm yet gentle. nam-gyu’s eyes widened, his body tensing as pleasure built within him. “close,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. su-bong nodded, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hips snapping forward with increasing speed. su-bong’s breath hitched, his body shaking as he came, his release silent yet intense, his cum spilling inside nam-gyu.
su-bong didn't stop stroking nam-gyu's dick, as his pleasure started building up nam-gyu’s breath hitched, his body shaking as he came, his release silent yet intense, his cum spilling over su-bong’s hand. su-bong’s hand reached out, pressing against nam-gyu’s mouth to muffle his moan as he came, his body shuddering as he spilled inside su-bong.
"jesus, you're so loud." said su-bong a little smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"shut up, bitch. my hand was on your mouth the whole time to save you from your grandma hearing your desperate ass." replied nam-gyu, gently smacking su-bong.
but as they lay there, the faint sound of footsteps echoed from down the hall, a reminder of the world beyond their quiet sanctuary. su-bong’s grandmother was still at home, and their secret remained safely hidden.
they’re tangled on the bed, limbs loose and heavy, the cold from the open balcony door creeping in slowly but not enough to make them move just yet.
su-bong’s arm is draped over nam-gyu’s stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles like he’s half-aware he’s doing it. they both smell like weed and skin and sweat, and everything feels slower, softer.
nam-gyu lets out a quiet laugh, breath fogging slightly in the cold air. “you left the balcony door open,” he mumbles, voice rough around the edges.
“oops,” su-bong says, not moving. “you’re warm. i forgot there’s weather outside.”
nam-gyu sighs and nuzzles closer anyway, burying his face in the crook of su-bong’s neck for a second before shivering. “okay no, i’m actually freezing.”
he peels himself away reluctantly and grabs his hoodie from the floor, pulling it over his head while su-bong watches with half-lidded eyes.
“you look cute like that,” su-bong says, voice low and lazy.
“shut up,” nam-gyu mutters, cheeks still pink from everything, but he’s smiling. he crawls back under the covers and su-bong pulls him in without a word, tucking his face into nam-gyu’s shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“truth or truth?” nam-gyu mumbles, cheek smushed against su-bong’s shoulder, the blanket barely hanging onto their tangled legs.
“truth,” su-bong says without thinking. he’s blinking slow, eyes glazed, head light.
nam-gyu hums, fingers playing with the hem of su-bong’s shirt. “what’s something you’ve never told anyone?”
su-bong thinks for a second. then two. “sometimes i feel like people only like the idea of me. like… no one really knows me. and if they did, they wouldn’t like me that much.”
nam-gyu turns his head to look at him. he doesn’t say anything, just reaches for su-bong’s hand under the blanket and squeezes it once.
“your turn,” su-bong says, suddenly too aware of his heartbeat.
nam-gyu sighs. “truth.”
su-bong pauses. “do you actually like me or are you just bored?”
there’s a beat of silence. nam-gyu shifts onto his side, nose brushing su-bong’s shoulder.
“i like you,” he says quietly. “and it’s kind of annoying.”
su-bong grins, tries to hide it, fails. “you’re annoying.”
“shut up.”
they go quiet for a while, the open balcony door letting in a chill breeze. nam-gyu finally shivers and sits up to grab his hoodie.
“truth or truth,” he mumbles, pulling it over his head.
“truth,” su-bong replies, eyes half-lidded, smiling without meaning to.
“what are you most scared of?”
“grandma showing up in the middle of the night with a crucifix and holy water.”
as if on cue, a weird creak echoes in the hallway.
they freeze.
“bro,” su-bong whispers. “if she walks in right now—”
“i’m jumping off the balcony,” nam-gyu mutters, already grabbing for his hoodie.
they both laugh for like five minutes, wheezing, tangled together in a pile of limbs and fabric.