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Hanbin was on the edge, throwing himself at his dear boyfriend’s feet. He was just one more blue-balled interaction away from falling apart at the seams.
The past month had been hell. He was cranky, restless, fidgety, and constantly distracted. Everything was annoying him at this point. The way the sofa cushions were too soft, the way the microwave beeped, the way Gyuvin laughed a bit too loud at his demise.
And the worst part? Hao, who was fine. Who was acting so normal and unbothered. Not at all under the same plight that Hanbin was facing. Enjoying his days as if he wasn’t the one who had cursed Hanbin to a dry spell so serious it might turn Hanbin back into a virgin.
But then again, this was Hanbin’s own doing. He had no one to blame but himself.
It hadn’t even been a fight. It was just one incredibly avoidable moment. If Hanbin could, he would travel back in time just to slap a hand over his own mouth and never let those words leave it.
That day had progressed like any other normal day in the dorms for the both of them.
Hanbin had come back to the dorms late after a full day of schedules — a solo magazine shoot and interviews, before he was pulled to the company for a recording session that overran by a few long hours. He was exhausted, his body ached, his voice was hoarse, and all he wanted was to find his boyfriend and drag him to bed so that he could be cuddled to sleep.
Instead, he walked into the dorms to find Hao in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove looking very pleased with himself. That was never a good sign, as Hanbin had learned ever since that one predebut content shoot where he was grouped with Hao to cook — an experience that resulted in an abomination of flavours. He had been standing right next to him at the time and could have stopped Hao from throwing every ingredient possible into the pot, but he looked so cute doing it that Hanbin couldn’t bear to bring himself to stop him.
“You’re home!” Hao smiled, looking up at Hanbin, who was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “Perfect timing! I made dinner for you.”
“You… cooked? All by yourself hyung?” Hanbin stiffly asked.
“Of course I did! You’ve been working so hard recently Hanbin-ah, so I just wanted to do something for you! I know the company has been running you into the ground and you haven’t been able to eat properly these days,” Hao said with a pout, upset at the thought of his boyfriend starving himself for the sake of his schedules. “Put your stuff down, it’ll be done in a bit.”
Hanbin set his bag down slowly, taking off his coat and draping it across a chair. He eyed the stovetop warily, as if it would explode at any moment. A pot sat above it, simmering away, steam wafting up into the air and bringing an unidentifiable scent towards Hanbin.
“You didn’t have to do that, hyung,” he said, moving closer to Hao. “What did you make?”
“Hmm, nothing much, just a kimchi stew. I saw the recipe online, but as I was making it I just decided to change it up a bit and add more ingredients so it's more of my own take on it!” Hao proudly giggled, turning off the stove and reaching for two bowls. “It took me hours, but it’s definitely an upgrade from the original recipe!”
“Wow, hyung… Can’t wait to try it!” Hanbin gritted out as he sat down at the kitchen table.
Hao smiled, unaware of the hesitation in Hanbin’s voice. He ladled out the stew into the two bowls, a heaping portion in each. He turned to Hanbin with an excited look, passing a bowl and spoon to him, eyes shining with anticipation.
Hanbin took the bowl with a tight smile. He didn’t have high expectations, but there was no way he could stare into his boyfriend’s eyes after he had made this just for him and say no to eating it. So he brought the spoon up to his mouth, blew on it, and took a bite.
The unidentifiable meat he had just put into his mouth was tough and hard to chew. The soup was incredibly salty, but also sour, to the point he had to hold himself back from scrunching his face up. After a minute of chewing, he swallowed slowly, before looking up at Hao’s awaiting face.
“So? How is it?”
“Well… It’s okay, hyung,” he admitted, not knowing what else to say.
He watched as Hao’s face dropped, the silence between them stretching on. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Hao tilted his head, keeping his mouth shut, as if he was waiting for Hanbin to say something more.
“...Okay?” Hao repeated eventually, after a few more seconds of silence. “Is that all you have to say?”
Hanbin stared back at him, confused and a little nervous seeing Hao’s reaction. “I mean, it’s nice? I guess?”
“It’s nice??” Hao repeated, his voice taking on an incredulous tone. “I spent three hours cooking this for you. I cut so many onions. You know I hate doing that.” It was then that Hanbin started to realise his mistake — that ‘it’s okay’ was definitely not what Hao had wanted to hear from him. “Wait no— no gege, I didn’t mean it like that! I mean, it’s really nice, I like it! I was just… tired from the day and didn’t know what to— No gege I swear, it tastes so good!” he rushed to correct his mistake, seeing Hao’s face take on a cold and upset expression, turning away from Hanbin as he was talking.
“Well, ‘it’s okay’ is not the response you should give your boyfriend who cooked a nice meal for you wearing nothing but your shirt because you know he likes it,” Hao responded, turning back to Hanbin with a grumpy look on his face.
Hanbin put the spoon down, sighing. “Okay, gege, I’m sorry. It does taste nice! But I’ve just had a really long day and I’m tired, I don’t have the energy to deal with you being dramatic right now.”
Hao tilted his head once again. “Dramatic?”
In that one second, Hanbin felt his heart drop.
He fucked up.
Hao stared at him for a long moment before a cold smile grew on his face. “You know what? If you think I’m so dramatic, then maybe we should change some things,” Hao said, an unsettling feeling growing in Hanbin’s stomach — and it wasn’t because of the food.
“Hmm, if my poor boyfriend can’t even appreciate my food, how is he going to appreciate me? Or all my assets that I so graciously offer to him?” Hao continued, keeping his voice light. “Maybe you’ll start appreciating the things I give you only when it’s taken away from you.”
Hanbin made a confused noise, slightly afraid of questioning Hao when he was so intensely staring at Hanbin. “What… What are you talking about, gege?”
Hao’s smile turned into a smirk as he moved back, putting a slight distance in between him and Hanbin. “Well, let’s start with my hole, shall we? No more hole for you. For a month,” Hanbin could hear the smugness in Hao’s voice.
His jaw dropped. Hao could not be doing this to him. Call him a sex addict, a pervert, a frat boy with a raging permanent boner, but Hanbin’s sex drive had increased exponentially after meeting Hao. He would admit without a doubt that he’s addicted to his boyfriend’s hole and could not live without it.
He stared up at Hao, his mouth still hanging open in disbelief. Hao had picked up the bowl that was in front of Hanbin, moving to the stove to pour it into the pot calmly, as if he hadn’t just imposed a dire punishment on Hanbin.
“Wait, Hao hyung, gege, the other half of my soul, baobei, my soulmate, please, don’t do this,” he begged as he got up from his seat, tears forming in his eyes in desperation. But as Hao turned to face him, he saw that determined, set look on his face, and knew it was over. There was no use fighting a Hao who was motivated to prove a point.
“One month,” Hao repeated. “You can get yourself off or do whatever you want but this,” he said, motioning to his ass, “is out of bounds for the next month. Good luck, Sung Hanbin,” he smirked, turning on his heel and walking back to his room, not without adding a small sway to his hips, knowing Hanbin was watching.
Hanbin could only stand there in shock at the events that had just transpired. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He could only pray it would be a fast month.
- - -
It had been a week into Hanbin’s dry spell. And there was not a single whiff of hole for him.
For the first few days, he had tried to be strong. He played along, thinking that if he was extra nice to Hao and stayed on his best behaviour, Hao would drop the act and free Hanbin from the shackles of this hole-deprivation torture.
But Hao had remained completely unaffected. And one night, as Hanbin laid on his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling, wistfully thinking about hole like it was a silent prayer, he realised that Hao was serious about this. And that he was really going to make Hanbin wait out the entire month. Without a touch. Without a taste.
And he could not stand that thought.
So, with that in mind, he made a new plan. If playing along wasn’t going to work, then it was time to be proactive. He was going to have to put his hands to work – and no, not in the way that he’d used them three times this week already.
He was going to win Hao back with carefully thought out, specially curated plans. He was going to prove his love, his desperation, and show Hao that he was the best boyfriend ever to get him to call the ban off.
Plan One: Show Hao just how devoted he was to him. That nothing, and no one, mattered more. Even his own friends.
Once he was finished outlining his script in his head, he made his way to Hao’s room. He stood in front of Hao’s bed, fidgeting nervously as if he was going to explode right there. Hao was lying down with a face mask on, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at Hanbin cautiously.
“...What is it?” he asked.
Hanbin took a deep breath, then got down on his knees dramatically.
“Gege, I’ve come here to make a vow. A proclamation of love to you,” he confessed in the most serious voice he could muster up.
Hao tilted his head, unimpressed. “A vow?”
“Yes, gege. A sacred declaration of my love,” Hanbin nodded his head, putting a hand over his heart. “I’ve truly reflected a lot on what really matters to me. And I have come to the conclusion that for you, I’m willing to give up everything.”
“Um… What?” Hao stared at Hanbin in confusion. “What are you even—”
“Zhang Hao,” Hanbin cut in, his hand still hovering over his chest. “I would give up all my friends for you. Every single one of them. You are the only person I need in my life.”
A beat of silence fell between them.
“I’m sorry, did you just say you would give up your friends?” Hao repeated.
“Yes!” Hanbin dropped his hand, nodding his head so fast Hao thought it would fly off his shoulders. “If gege wants me to stop talking to them, I will. All my friends. Well, maybe cutting off our members would be a bit hard — since, you know, they’re in the same group as us and I’m literally their leader, and we do live with one of them — but I guess I can cut off my other idol friends. And my high school friends. And my university friends. And—” Hanbin started rambling, muttering to himself as he mentally ran through all his groups of friends.
“Hanbin, what? Why would you cut off your friends?” Hao asked slowly, sitting up on his bed.
“Um, so I can show you my undying love?” Hanbin declared. “I’ll cut them all off if it means getting you and your hole back!” He smiled, already feeling the success creeping in. Hao would definitely be awed from his touching romantic gesture, and would have no other choice than to present him with hole again!
Hao stared at him before a grin slowly crept onto his face. Hanbin’s heart dropped. It wasn’t one of Hao’s usual kind and full of love grins. It was one of his cruel, teasing grins that showed he was extremely entertained with the situation and was completely in control of it.
“Oh, baobei,” he sighed out, shaking his head. “It’s cute that you thought of that, but it’s not really sweet at all. It’s honestly terrifying, if I'm being honest.”
Hanbin gawked. “What? I thought it was so romantic! I’m only thinking of you!” Hanbin protested.
“Well yes, I can see that, but that’s so concerning. I don’t want you to isolate yourself for me, you dummy,” Hao retorted, playfully throwing a pillow at him. “Also, if you really did try to cut off the members, Gyuvin would be storming into my room sobbing and begging me to fix you back to normal. And I’m not dealing with that.”
Hanbin visibly wilted, shoulders turning down. “So… the ban is still on?”
“Yup,” Hao laid back down, his tone smug. “But interesting to see that it only took one week for you to start going crazy.”
Hanbin groaned, padding over to Hao’s side and falling onto the bed. “Why are you doing this to me?” he sighed into the bedsheets.
“Because it’s fun, baobei,” Hao replied, fingers running through his hair. “Just live with it, you only have three more weeks.” Hanbin groaned again, shoving his face harder into the sheets. He considered giving up, but his next plan was already forming in his mind. If proclaiming his love wasn’t enough, then maybe targeting Hao’s tastebuds would do the trick.
Plan Two: Bribe him with durian. Lots of durian.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. And Hanbin, with his tragic, hole-less life, was very, very desperate. He had tried sweet words, dramatic declarations and gestures, the whole “cut off all my friends” thing, and yet, nothing. Hao was stubborn, not moved enough to end the ban.
Hanbin realised that he had to think smarter. If Hao wasn’t caving to his heart’s desires, maybe he would cave to his stomach’s desires. For the one thing that Hao loved just as much — or maybe even slightly more — than Hanbin.
Durian.
The one true rival in his relationship that Hanbin had never been able to beat. But maybe, for once, he could use it for his benefit. With that thought in mind, he got to work.
He dedicated one of his precious rest days to enact the plan. He started by searching for every possible durian dessert that exists in Seoul, listing it all down into a detailed and organised spreadsheet. He scoured online menus, reviews, delivery options, and any other thing he could find that would aid him in his search. He even called up a few places to confirm that they had stock, and to save some for him.
It took him half a day to drive around, collecting all the different goods. The rental car was slowly starting to reek with each new box collected, but it wasn’t even getting to Hanbin at all. He had a goal in mind and was focused on achieving it, smell be damned.
By the time he returned to the dorms in the evening, Hanbin was exhausted, sweat dripping off him. He stood in the living room holding five boxes of durian desserts from all the shops he could find. One from a high-end patisserie in Seongsu, two from Hao’s usual go-to cafe, one from a local bakery on the other end of Seoul, and even one from a small hole-in-the-wall shop that only a few passionate durian enthusiasts knew about, having just 30 reviews on their page. Inside these boxes were all kinds of treats, such as durian crepes, durian puffs, durian bingsu, — protected in its very own ice box — durian tarts, and even a tiny durian lava cake that cost him more than he would normally ever pay for a dessert.
He placed all the boxes on the kitchen table, taking out each treat with care and arranging them like he was making a durian display at his own cafe. Once everything was placed nicely, he took a deep breath and walked over to Hao’s bedroom door. He knocked lightly before poking his head in, chuckling when he saw a Hao-sized-lump under his sheets.
“Gege?” he called out, softly.
A muffled response came from under the sheets before a fluffy head of hair poked out. “Oh, you’re back!” Hao squealed, rushing out from the bed to pull Hanbin into a hug. “I missed you baobei, you were gone the entire day without telling me,” he whined as he shoved his head into Hanbin’s neck, taking in a deep breath. He paused, pulling back as he registered the smell that was flowing off of Hanbin.
“Wait. Why do you smell like… a bag of durians? Did you go out to eat some without me? I swear Sung Hanbin, I’m gonna be so hurt if you did,” Hao said, crossing his arms with a pout on his face.
Hanbin smiled cheekily, his hands moving to hold Hao’s waist. “Well, not exactly. I come bearing gifts, specially curated for my princess,” he replied, bringing a hand up to squish Hao’s cheek before planting a peck on his lips.
“Oh really? Show me then,” Hao giggled, moving to hold one of Hanbin’s hands as he led Hao out of his room and to the kitchen.
Hao stepped into the kitchen, freezing up immediately.
“...Oh my gosh.”
Laid out across the table like a bountiful offering to a durian-obsessed deity was the most ridiculous durian spread he had ever seen. Hao’s jaw dropped slightly as he took the sight in — the neatly arranged puffs, the mountain of tarts, the crepes, and the little bingsu that was surrounded by ice packs.
Hanbin watched as Hao’s eyes widened, stunned into silence. A proud smirk crept up onto his face, happy at being the cause of the pure shock and delight that his boyfriend was currently experiencing.
“Sung Hanbin, you are insane,” Hao whispered, eyes darting from treat to treat. “Is that the crepe from that fancy place in Seongsu? And— wait, is that tart from the SanSan Durian Cafe? How in the world… They’re always sold out everytime I go…”
“I may or may not have bribed someone to get the last box,” Hanbin shrugged.
“And this lava cake??”
‘Don’t even ask about the price. It hurt my wallet too much.”
Hao slowly turned, his eyes still wide and lips parted slightly in disbelief. “You really did all of this… for me?”
“Of course,” Hanbin softly said, stepping closer to Hao, his hands gently resting on his waist again. “Also for me. Because I am suffering here. But yes. For you. Mainly for you.”
There was silence as Hao looked into his eyes, smiling so wide that Hanbin felt a burst of happiness in his heart. Plan or not, he loved making Hao happy, even if it resulted in him smelling like durian for hours on end. And from the look in Hao’s eyes, he could feel that the hole ban would be called off soon. He smiled back, satisfied with himself.
But that was until Hao tilted his head, a pout forming on his cute lips once more. Hao’s eyes twinkled with mischief as said in his most serious tone, “Where’s the mochi?”
Hanbin blinked. “Mochi?”
“Yes. The durian mochi. From that one stall in Hongdae that I told you about. The one where I brought a whole pack home once and you finished my last one. Remember?” Hao’s tone sharpened ever so slightly, finger jabbing into Hanbin’s chest. “You promised me you would buy me more mochi to make up for it. So where is it?”
There was a pause. A long, drawn-out pause, where Hanbin felt his heart fall to the ground. His eyes slowly widened in horror as the memory of that day came crashing down onto him like a durian falling from the skies.
“Fuck.”
Hao gasped, hand flying to his chest in fake betrayal. “Oh, so you forgot?”
“No, wait— I mean, yes, I did— but I remembered everything else, gege!” Hanbin stammered, eyes darting around the table like the cursed mochis would suddenly appear out of thin air. “The patisserie! The small shop! The fancy bingsu! The cake that cost more than my dignity! I bought you five boxes of other stuff!”
“But no mochi,” Hao replied, still acting like he was going through the biggest betrayal of his life. “The one thing I specifically asked for. The one thing you promised me you would get,” he sighed, shoulders turning down. He turned around, picking up a tart and taking a small bite. “Mmm, this is good,” he turned back to Hanbin, reaching his hand out. “Want a bite?”
“Gege,” Hanbin ignored him, whimpering. “Please don’t do this to me. I went across the whole of Seoul. The car I rented smells like I opened a durian shop inside of it. I’ve been breathing in durian fumes the entire day. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t showered. I’m sticky and tired and… I miss you, gege,” he whispered desperately, eager for Hao to forgive him.
Hao cooed, putting the tart down before he pulled Hanbin into a hug. “Aww, I miss you too, my sweet baobei. I’m really thankful that you did this for me,” he said in a soft tone, letting Hanbin burrow his head into his neck. “I love you so much, I really do. But I’m not budging.”
Hanbin groaned into Hao’s neck, shoving his face deeper in before leaving a little bite on Hao’s collarbones. “Fuck! What was that for??” Hao jumped, grabbing the back of Hanbin’s neck and pulling him away.
“You are so cruel, gege,” Hanbin whimpered, puppy eyes staring at Hao in full force.
“And you are so cute, baobei. Watching you squirm and run around at my feet is the most satisfying thing ever,” Hao said sweetly.
Hanbin groaned louder. “You don’t even love me anymore.”
“Of course I do!” Hao said as he threw a durian puff into his mouth. “I just love teasing you even more.” He pulled out a chair, sitting down at the table and turning his full attention to the array of durian treats that were waiting for him. Behind him, Hanbin sulked, his arms crossed and mind turning.
He moved to sit next to Hao, staring at the desserts that had cost him a good chunk of time and money. Wracking his brain for another plan, he decided that it was time to pull out his ultimate tactic: seduction.
Plan Three: Use the art of seductive massages.
If durian treats couldn’t win Hao’s and his stomach over, then maybe it was time to try a different kind of temptation, one that involved more… hands-on activities.
Hao had been groaning to Hanbin about his aching back for days now, all thanks to their strenuous choreography rehearsals and packed schedules. And Hanbin, the doting boyfriend he was, had pounced onto the opportunity that was laid out in front of him.
“You just need to relax, hyung,” he had whispered the night before, both of them buried under their shared blanket. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you after your schedule tomorrow night.”
So, Hanbin had spent the afternoon preparing. He cleaned the living room, moved furniture to create space, and dimmed the harsh overhead lights to embody a soft warm glow. Then, he lit candles — a few of Hao’s favourite scents. He borrowed Jiwoong’s speaker, playing soft jazz music, one that was made to ease the senses. He had even slipped Gyuvin his personal card along with pleading eyes, asking him to sleep over at Ricky’s for the night.
Everything was set up perfectly for Hao.
When Hao finally walked into the dorm after his schedule, exhaustion clear on his face, blinking in confusion at the scents floating through the air and the dim lighting, Hanbin smiled fondly. Walking over to Hao, he pulled him towards the bathroom, pushing him inside along with a robe that he had prepared in advance.
“Go wash up, and then come over to my room. I’ll pamper you tonight, gege,” he said, leaving a kiss on Hao’s cheek as he walked back to his room to wait for Hao.
‘This time,’ Hanbin thought to himself as he sat on his bed, fidgeting with his hands. ‘This time, he’ll break. Who would survive receiving a sensual massage from their dear boyfriend, especially with the mood set in the entire room?’
After a nerve-wracking 10 minutes, Hao finally opened the door to Hanbin’s bedroom, stepping inside and looking around. His hair was damp and his robe was loosely tied. Hanbin had to force himself to look away to not forget his plan. He had to stay in control if he wanted to win Hao over.
“Here, lie on your stomach, gege,” Hanbin said softly, guiding Hao to the towel that he had laid out on his bed. “Just relax. I’m here now.”
And relax Hao did. He groaned softly as he lowered himself onto the towel, wincing as he twisted his back in a certain angle. He pressed his face into a pillow, limbs evidently heavy with piled-up fatigue.
Hanbin moved onto the bed, placing his knees on both sides of Hao’s ass. He adjusted the robe just enough to expose Hao’s back, then rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion.
He began slowly. Pressing the heels of his palms into Hao’s shoulders, before working them down over his shoulder blades in long, careful strokes. His thumbs pressed into the tight knots, moving in circles, drawing out soft sighs from Hao’s lips.
“Mmmh,” Hao mumbled into the pillow, his eyes closing, “Feels good.”
Hanbin smiled to himself, feeling Hao’s body melt under his touch with pleased groans. Everything was going well.
Until he drifted his hand a little lower.
He tried to be subtle about it – his fingers dragging slowly down Hao’s sides, a light touch on his hip, before he reached Hao’s ass, giving it a quick and firm squeeze.
Hao lifted his head, turning back slightly to look at Hanbin.
“...Did you just grope my ass?” he said, voice full of suspicion.
Hanbin blinked with fake surprise. “Uh… No?”
Hao narrowed his eyes, squinting up at Hanbin. “No, you definitely did.”
“Okay fine, it was just a little squeeze,” Hanbin cleared his throat, shifting his eyes as he spoke. “It was a— slip of the hand, that’s all.”
Hao gave him an unimpressed look before turning back around, burying his face into the pillow with a sigh.
Hanbin smirked, returning to the massage. For a moment, it was going well again. He was pressing along Hao’s spine, rotating his wrists with gentle pressure, pulling more satisfied sighs from Hao.
Then, he did it again. His palms, slick with lotion, started to glide down the sides of Hao’s back. He let his hands graze Hao’s waist, drifting down with kneading motions that were not really giving massage therapy but instead date night foreplay.
“Hanbin…” Hao warned, his muffled voice echoing from below him.
“What?” Hanbin asked innocently in a sugary-sweet tone. “I’m just helping gege loosen up, isn’t this what you wanted?”
“What I wanted,” Hao deadpanned, “was a real back massage. Not whatever this is — a sensual rubbing of my waist.”
Hanbin pouted. “Fine. I’ll try something different then.” He tried to recover, straightening up again, dutifully rolling his knuckles along Hao’s upper back. It was a good recovery… that lasted for about thirty seconds.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Hao’s spine. He flattened his hands along Hao’s sides once again, fingertips gliding dangerously low as his voice dipped into a sultry whisper. “You’re so tense, gege. Let me take care of all of you,” he murmured right into Hao’s ear.
“Okay, that’s it. Get off me.” Hao suddenly pushed himself up onto his elbows, swatting Hanbin off his back and onto the bed. He turned himself around, looking at Hanbin with an unimpressed expression.
“I thought you were being sweet by offering to massage me, but you’ve been rubbing the same area for five minutes, groped my ass twice, and now you’re whispering sweet nothings like you’re trying to seduce me. What is up with you tonight?” Hao tilted his head, deep in thought before his eyes lit up. “This is about the hole again, isn’t it?”
Hanbin, now frozen in place, let out a guilty laugh. “Okay, maybe I had a… slightly different motive,” he sheepishly muttered out.
“Slightly?”
“I’m trying my best here, hyung!” Hanbin cried, flopping down onto the bed in defeat. “Do you know how long I’ve been hole-less? I feel empty.”
“...It hasn’t even been two weeks, Hanbin,” Hao stared at him, shaking his head. “And were you even trying today? It felt like I was just being fondled while the parts of my back that were actually in pain were being ignored.”
“Well, I thought maybe if I put you into the mood—”
“With ass groping and sensual waist rubs?”
“—you would crack and give me hole again!” Hanbin exclaimed. “Almost two weeks! Two! Weeks!”
Hao snorted, turning to lie on his side so he was facing Hanbin. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“You’re cruel,” Hanbin sighed out. “This is literal torture. You’re emotionally and psychologically breaking me.”
Hao stretched with a pleased sigh, the sight of desperate Hanbin leaving him satisfied despite the unfulfilling massage. “Anyways, thanks for the massage. But your hole access still remains locked.”
Hanbin whimpered. “Even after all my plans?”
“Especially after all your plans,” Hao said with a sickening smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
Hanbin rolled away from the kiss, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to die forgetting what hole feels like at this rate.”
As Hanbin muttered darkly into his pillow, Hao pulled the blanket over them, tugging off his robe and throwing it onto the floor. “Just live with it for a bit more, baobei. Let’s go to sleep now, hmm?”
Hanbin didn’t reply, opting to just tug Hao closer to him and snuggle into his chest, before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, letting himself drift off to sleep after another unsuccessful plan.
Plan Three: Failed
Hanbin had passed out beside him not long after his final act of desperation — half-curled into Hao’s side, an arm resting underneath Hao’s head. A little crease lingered between his brows, like he was having upsetting hole-less dreams.
Hao turned to look at him, a smile growing on his face.
Honestly, he had already forgiven Hanbin by Day Two of the hole ban.
He could never stay mad at Hanbin for long anyways — especially not for something as small as this. He could be petty, but he was never serious about it. Hao even considered calling it off early, but that was before Hanbin started with his carefully thought out campaign for the return of hole.
Every time Hanbin failed, he would try even harder. Hao wasn’t going on with the ban just to stick to his words, he was doing it for research. To see how far Hanbin would go. Because if there’s anyone that knew his boyfriend best in this world, it was Hao. And Hao knew Hanbin would spiral and break soon.
And spiral Hanbin did.
- - -
The spiralling started out small.
The intricate plans slowly stopped, the groups’ busy schedules preventing any outlandish ideas from being executed. But Hao noticed that Hanbin was now getting agitated in a different way.
A loud sigh one day. A snappy reply another. A sharp look thrown at Gyuvin for shouting too loudly during his game. Hao didn’t ponder much into it at first — Hanbin had always been a little tense during busy periods, especially when he was running on little sleep and long schedules.
But then it grew bigger.
He scolded Matthew during dance practice for missing a single step. The room went silent, the rest of the members confused. Hanbin was a strict leader, yes, but he had never gotten mad at the members for small things. Hao had managed to dissuade the tension that day, but the situation kept repeating itself.
He didn't laugh at one of Gunwook’s jokes. He didn’t offer his snacks to Yujin. Ignored Jiwoong’s attempts to start a conversation between rehearsals, choosing to either sit silently in the corner, or stick to Hao’s side.
Hao now realised exactly what was happening to Hanbin. He wasn’t stressed because of the schedules, or the lack of sleep. It was simply the hole ban getting to him.
It had been over two weeks since it began. Two weeks since Hanbin had last touched him, two weeks since Hao had granted him the honour. And coming up with those extravagant plans was the only thing keeping Hanbin together until that was taken away from him too.
Now, it was clear. Hanbin was going through hole deprivation induced insanity.
It was the kind of intensity that showed itself in his increasingly short temper, the clenched fists, the sticking to Hao like they were glued together.
Hao had seen it all. The way Hanbin paced around the dorm on some nights like a dog that needed to be walked. The way Hao caught him muttering “give hole” in his sleep. The way he looked at Hao like he was a second away from devouring him, uncaring of anyone else that could see him.
It was taking a toll. On all the members, and Hanbin himself.
But Hao? Hao was enjoying this.
Because as terrible as this situation was for his poor members— who he would need to apologise to after this month was over— it was also so entertaining.
Hanbin was terrorising the group simply because he was so sexually frustrated at the simple lack of hole. And Hao knew he had been taking care of himself— the moans of Hao’s name echoing through his bedroom door the past few nights had made it painfully clear. Hao had to stop himself from barging in and joining him.
It was adorable. And very, very, amusing. But also, just slightly dangerous.
Because at this rate, Hanbin was one step away from combusting into flames.
And Hao had always liked playing with fire.
- - -
It was supposed to be a relaxing night, to chill and unwind.
Gyuvin had barged into Hanbin’s room earlier, his arms full of snacks from his personal snack drawer, with an enthusiastic, “Hyungs! We don’t have any schedules tomorrow so… movie night?”, glancing between Hanbin, who was lounging on the bed, and Hao sitting at his desk.
Which is how the three housemates ended up huddled on the tiny living room sofa, a single blanket shared between the three of them as a random movie Gyuvin picked out played on the small dorm TV. Gyuvin was sprawled on the left, a bag of chips on his lap. Hao was in the middle, leaning back onto the pillows. And Hanbin was to his right, just close enough to touch Hao — which, of course, he was.
The touches were nothing unusual at first.
Hanbin always had a hand on him — a waist grab here, a hold on Hao’s hand there. Nothing new, nothing suspicious. Just comfort. Which is why Hao didn’t think twice when Hanbin’s hand settled lazily on his leg, thumb brushing slow, idle circles into the fabric of his sweatpants.
But then, Hao shifted. Reaching forward to grab his drink from the coffee table, his shirt rode up slightly, exposing the soft skin of his lower back.
Hao didn’t even realise what happened until he felt it — Hanbin’s hand suddenly tightening. He gripped onto Hao’s thigh, hard. His fingers dug into Hao’s leg with force, as if trying to restrain both Hao and himself.
Hao choked on a soft whine, caught off guard by the sting of pressure. The sharp squeeze sent a jolt right up his spine. He held a moan back, not wanting to traumatise poor Gyuvin sitting next to them, unaware of what was going on.
He blinked, turning his head. “...Hanbin?”
Hanbin didn’t even flinch. His eyes were still locked onto Hao’s back, at the sliver of skin that was showing, his expression blank.
“Hmm?” he hummed, confused as if he wasn’t gripping Hao’s thigh like it was his personal stress ball.
“Careful, baobei,” Hao whispered, slightly breathless but still trying to tease, “you’re holding me like I might disappear.”
Hanbin blinked slowly, as if he was coming out of a trance. His fingers loosened— barely— and he offered a sheepish, innocent smile.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Didn’t realise.”
Hao narrowed his eyes and he leaned back against the sofa. He turned back to the screen, pretending to let it go. But he could still feel Hanbin’s stare on him, his gaze burning into Hao’s face.
From his left, Gyuvin shifted, still munching on his chips. “Hyung, can you pass me one of the sodas?”
Hao jolted a little, remembering where they were. “Huh? Oh…Yeah, hold on.” He leaned forward, his shirt riding up his back once more.
Under the blanket, Hanbin’s hand moved again, sliding slightly higher. Not enough to be obvious from the outside of the blanket, but enough to make Hao suck in a quiet breath as he grabbed a can of soda. Hanbin’s hand was warm, deliberate, and it paused right at Hao’s inner thigh — his thumb dragging back and forth along the seam of his shorts.
Hao cleared his throat, turning to pass the soda to Gyuvin, who looked at him.
“Are you guys okay?” Gyuvin asked, taking the can. “Both of your faces are super red.”
“Yeah,” Hao said quickly, nodding his head. “It’s just…warm under the blanket.”
“Is it?” Gyuvin tilted his head, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “I’m kinda cold, actually.”
“Oh really? Here, I’ll cuddle with you to warm you up. Hanbin can keep himself warm, right?,” Hao said, moving closer to Gyuvin, Hanbin’s hand slipping off his thigh. He turned to Hanbin, giving him a smirk before leaning his head onto Gyuvin’s shoulder, who had turned back to the TV with a satisfied hum.
Hanbin didn’t answer, simply grabbing a bowl of popcorn and shoving a few pieces into his mouth. He chewed silently, jaw tight — as if the popcorn was a substitute for something else that he really wanted to bite into at this moment.
Hao gave him one last glance before he turned back to the front, a smug grin on his face.
The rest of the movie passed in silence, save for Gyuvin’s occasional laughter and commentary. Hao kept his head leaned slightly on Gyuvin’s shoulder, eyes trained onto the screen but focusing on every shift he felt beside him — Hanbin’s knee bouncing, his breath hitching, and every glance towards Hao.
When the movie finally ended, Hao stretched his arms with practiced ease, his shirt pulling up. “Good choice of movie, Gyuvin,” he said cheerfully. “I’m going to go ahead and shower first.”
He stood up, giving Hanbin a pointed glance as he walked past him.
Hanbin didn’t respond. He sat there, his eyes following Hao’s back as he walked away. The bowl of popcorn sat in his lap, untouched since Hao moved. His hands were clenched tightly around the rim of the bowl.
Gyuvin, still oblivious of the tension between his two housemates, stood and announced, “I’m going to get some ice cream. You want some, hyungs?”
Hanbin cleared his throat, looking up at Gyuvin. “No thanks, Gyuvin-ah.”
“I’m good too, Gyuvin. Thanks,” Hao said, standing in front of his room. As Gyuvin walked to the kitchen, Hao threw one last glance over his shoulder, looking at Hanbin on the sofa.
He was still sitting there, staring at Hao with a look that Hao could only interpret as hunger. And it was certainly not for food, considering he had shovelled down half a bowl of popcorn in his fight to stay calm earlier.
Hao felt a smug grin stretch across his face.
For now, he was still enjoying this fully. But soon, things started to get… weird.
It wasn’t just the short temper anymore — Hao knew how to handle that. It was the way Hanbin had gone oddly quiet around him, instead just observing Hao as if he was a specimen being studied. He was constantly watching Hao.
Hao only started realising it after a few incidents.
All the members were in the practice room one day, rehearsing a new choreography. Exhausted and covered in sweat from the strenuous moves, Hao bent over to grab a towel, his shirt riding up slightly with the movement. He looked up, catching sight of Hanbin’s reflection in the mirror — he was standing still, not stretching, not talking to the others, not reviewing moves with the choreographer. He was just… staring. Not at Hao’s face. Not even at Hao’s ass, which was a normal occurrence. But at the curve of his waist, his gaze dark and unwavering.
Hao straightened slowly. “Something on my pants, Hanbin?” he said, turning around.
Hanbin blinked, moving his eyes to Hao’s face, where beads of sweat were dripping down. Ignoring Hao’s question, he leaned in — close enough that Hao could feel his breath against his cheek. Then, slowly, Hanbin raised a hand and dragged his finger along the curve of Hao’s jaw, catching drops of sweat that had started to drip down. Hao’s breath hitched as he froze in place, watching as his hand retreated.
Hanbin brought the finger to his lips, pausing to stare right into Hao’s eyes as he licked the sweat off slowly.
“Sorry,” he murmured, voice low. “I was thirsty.”
Hao’s jaw dropped as a flicker of heat sparked low in his stomach. “What the hell,” he muttered, feeling both scandalised and breathless.
Hanbin smiled, slow and smug as he turned and walked away, joining Gyuvin and Gunwook in conversation like he hadn’t just terrorised Hao in the middle of the practice room.
Hao shook his head, hoping this sudden mood change would pass soon.
But it kept on happening.
The next day, Hao was in the kitchen, half-asleep, cooking some noodles. He turned to grab some eggs, only to see Hanbin standing silently by the fridge, his arms crossed, eyes locked onto Hao’s arms.
“AHH! Holy fuck, Hanbin, you scared me!” Hao shouted, clutching his chest. “Why are you just standing there watching me cook? I didn’t even know you woke up.”
Hanbin didn’t respond. His body was completely still, except for his eyes. They were fixed on Hao’s arms, trailing down from his shoulder to his wrist like he was memorising every vein.
“Hanbin?” Hao asked again, slightly cautious this time.
Hanbin pushed himself off the fridge, stepping closer to him. His hand reached out, not to the stove, but to Hao. His fingers ghosted over his inner wrist, moving upwards. It wasn’t exactly a grab on his arm, or a soft caress. It was something in between, something charged and bold.
“You’re warm,” Hanbin whispered. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Hmm? Oh— yes, I did.”
Hanbin hummed in satisfaction at his reply. Then, he tilted his head and leaned down. He lowered his mouth to Hao’s wrist, before dragging his lips along the skin in one fluid motion.
Not a kiss. Not a lick. Just a graze upon the skin, hot and slow, as if he was placing an invisible brand on Hao.
Hao’s breath stuttered as heat bloomed under his skin, right where Hanbin’s lips had touched. “What… Hanbin— What was that for?”
Hanbin pulled back, taking the chopsticks from Hao’s hand, fingers brushing his.
“You make everything look sinful,” he muttered under his breath, eyes still fixed on Hao’s arms.
Hao’s throat went dry. “What?”
Hanbin turned away like nothing had happened, moving to the stove and stirring the noodles.
Hao hoped that would be the end, but deep down he had a feeling it wasn’t.
Later that night, Hao sat curled up on the sofa, slowly eating a pint of ice cream, idly scrolling through his phone. The dorm was mostly quiet, save for the hum of the fan.
When he glanced up, Hanbin was seated across the room, a book open in his hands. He seemed as though he should have been reading, but Hao could tell that a page hadn’t been turned for the past ten minutes. And his eyes weren’t on the book.
They were directly on Hao’s mouth.
Hao stilled, the spoon halfway to his lips. He licked the ice cream off carefully before lowering the spoon.
“Hanbin.”
No response.
“You’re staring again.”
He blinked slowly, tilting his head. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Hao said, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not even pretending anymore.”
Hanbin shrugged, not even trying to deny it. “Well how am I not supposed to stare when you’re licking your lips like that?”
“It’s ice cream,” Hao said, trying to keep his voice light. “I’m eating.”
“It looks like you’re begging for something in your mouth,” Hanbin muttered under his breath, so low Hao almost didn’t hear it. There was a tinge of roughness to his voice, one that made his pulse jump from its tone alone.
Hao’s heart stopped. “What?”
Hanbin shut the book without looking down. He stood abruptly, shoulders tense, eyes never leaving Hao’s face.
“I’m going to shower,” he said tightly, already walking away.
Hao sat frozen on the couch, heart thudding in his chest, the spoon still in his hand. The door to the bathroom clicked shut behind Hanbin, and only then did Hao let out the breath he had been holding.
This… was getting dangerous.
And Hanbin was getting harder to predict.
- - -
The waiting room backstage at music shows was always chaotic — staff running back and forth, stylists rushing to do touch-ups, someone doing vocal warmups in a corner. Hao stepped out of the makeup chair, his styling freshly done, and immediately sighed.
He was exhausted. And hungry. And he hated when their schedules overran, like it had today. All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms and cuddle with Hanbin’s warm body under his blanket.
But for now, he would settle for the next best thing.
He scanned the room and smiled when he noticed Jiwoong sitting on the couch, his hair and makeup already perfectly done up. He was scrolling on his phone, evidently bored since he was the first member to have gotten ready. Hao smiled, making a beeline for the couch.
“Hyung…” he whined, dropping his body down onto the couch, immediately leaning his head on Jiwoong’s shoulder. “I’m so tired. And starving,” he pouted.
Jiwoong didn’t even flinch, used to Hao’s clinginess by now. He shifted to accommodate Hao’s weight, bringing an arm around his shoulders so that Hao could comfortably lean on his chest. “Didn’t you eat the sandwich earlier?” he asked, absentmindedly rubbing Hao’s thigh in comfort.
“That was a whole hour ago,” Hao mumbled. “And it was small.”
“Alright, I’ll try to get you something after rehearsal,” Jiwoong said, quick to placate Hao. “Want me to sneak some snacks from the managers’ bags?”
“Ugh, you’re the best, hyung,” Hao happily said, nuzzling closer. “I can always count on you, unlike some people who have been staring at me like it’s the end of the world just because I took away one thing.”
Jiwoong snorted. “Um… what?”
“Nothing,” Hao sighed dramatically. “You’re just warm and soft and nice and don’t beg me for hole—” He cut himself off. “Food. Beg for food.”
Jiwoong gave him a side-eye. “That was weirdly specific. What’s going on?”
Hao waved it off, leaning his head back onto Jiwoong’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “It’s fine, just ignore me.”
Jiwoong hummed, returning his focus back to his phone. Hao was cosy, about to drift off to sleep on Jiwoong when he felt him suddenly stiffen under him.
“Uh… Hao?” he heard Jiwoong say, opening his eyes to see him lower his phone again.
Hao blinked, his head still on Jiwoong’s shoulder. “Hmm?”
“Why is Hanbin standing there like he wants to murder someone? Or more specifically… me?”
Hao’s heart dropped. He sat up, turning his gaze, and there he was.
Hanbin was standing across the room, frozen. Not moving, not speaking, just staring.
Or really, glaring.
His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. His posture was rigid, shoulders drawn up and jaw clenched. And his eyes — they were locked onto Jiwoong’s hand on Hao thigh.
There was no sign of the usual teasing look in his eyes, or fond pout that Hanbin would put on whenever he saw Hao being touchy with the members.
Just pure, quiet, fury.
Hao’s stomach flipped violently. He straightened immediately, instinctively putting some space between him and Jiwoong. Hanbin stared at him for a few more seconds before quietly turning and walking away, disappearing into the hallway.
“...Shit,” Hao murmured under his breath, running a hand through his styled hair. The stylists would probably kill him, that is, if Hanbin didn’t get to him first. “I fucked up.”
He was staring at the spot Hanbin had stood, where he could still imagine the intense look of Hanbin’s stare. The tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw had been locked. How quiet he had been the entire day, only to snap the moment Hao sat too close to someone — even if it was a member.
Jiwoong raised an eyebrow, confused. “Did you? You’re always like this with all the members, though. He doesn’t usually mind.”
“Yeah,” Hao said slowly, his gaze turning back to him. “That’s the problem. He never used to.”
“Well, what changed? Did something happen?” Jiwoong asked, full of concern.
“Uh, so you see,” Hao started, unsure of how to explain this situation to his dear hyung. “Hanbin is just…” He trailed off.
‘Going through hole withdrawal-induced psychosis’ felt a little dramatic to say out loud.
“...A little tense lately,” he finished, a tight smile on his face.
Jiwoong hummed, unconvinced. “Alright then,” he said, eyes still wary. “Hope it gets better soon.” He turned away, shaking his head as he went back to his phone, unwilling to be involved in whatever the couple was going through.
Hao was left to sit there, lost in his thoughts. This all started as a fun game, a way to tease Hanbin. But it seemed like he had gone too far, and Hao was now realising — he may have poked his horny boyfriend one time too many.
- - -
Hao let out a quiet sigh, keeping his head down as he walked through the hallway. Award shows were always draining, with the amount of idols and staff packed into a small building. Hao had long since mastered the art of walking through it all without bumping into anyone. His body was running on muscle memory now — bow to everyone, walk silently, and always be polite.
He was walking back towards his groups’ waiting room from the restrooms, having an hour left before the show would start. He was lost in his thoughts, dreaming about the hotel room that was waiting for him at the end of the night when he heard a shout of his name.
“Hao!” a familiar voice called.
He paused mid-step, turning to see Soobin coming down the hall, waving excitedly. He was still dressed in his red carpet suit, not yet changed into his performance outfit. Hao waved back as Soobin jogged over to him, tall and glowing despite the dim hallway lights.
“Soobin!” Hao greeted him with a smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, lips forming a pout. He wasn’t lying — it had been a while since him and Soobin had met up, and he did miss his friend. Not to mention, Soobin was a horrible texter and never replied back to Hao, so texts weren’t an option either.
“Ugh I know… How are you?” Soobin asked, a big smile on his face.
“I’m doing alright, I guess. Honestly, I just want to head back to the hotel right now. Our schedules have been so busy lately I haven’t had a moment to relax at all…” Hao whined, pretending to faint to show his exhaustion. Soobin giggled as he caught him by the waist, steadying him. “My life now just consists of practice, schedule, eat, sleep, and repeat. I love it, but I just need a break,” Hao vented, his smile turning into a frown.
“Hmm, maybe I can help with that,” Soobin smirked, his eyes lighting up with an idea.
Hao tilted his head, waiting for him to continue.
“Aren’t all the idols staying at the same hotel?” He asked, to which Hao confirmed with a nod. “Then, do you want to come over to my room later tonight? I have that wine from Japan that you mentioned you wanted to try once. We could just chill and hang out — besides, I’m not rooming with anyone,” he offered with a grin.
“What a tempting offer,” Hao teased before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds fun. Maybe around midnight? I’ll wash up and change before I head over there.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Soobin said with a smug smile before he turned, heading back down the hallway to his waiting room. “It’s Room 935. Text me before you head over.”
“Got it,” Hao called after him, giggling as he waved bye, turning back towards his waiting room.
Only to freeze in his step.
Hanbin was right there. Leaning casually against the wall outside their waiting room door, his arms crossed as if he had been standing there for a while, listening to the entire conversation. His hair was already styled, eyeliner dark and sharp, making him look slightly intimidating — even to Hao. But unlike what Hao was expecting, he looked calm. Relaxed, even.
A little too calm.
“Oh— baobei,” Hao said, forcing a smile, still coming down from his light-hearted conversation. “Soobin was just inviting me over to his room later tonight. After the show. At midnight. Just for drinks. And to chill.”
He tried to sound nonchalant, like it was nothing — because it was nothing. But he was suddenly extra aware of Hanbin’s eyes locked onto him, and it sent his nerves into a frenzy.
“Room 935,” he added, as if that would help.
He waited, expecting a reaction from his boyfriend. A furrow of the brow, a clenched fist, a refusal, anything.
But Hanbin only looked him right in the eye, and smiled.
Not a usual, warm smile. Not his teasing, sly smile. Not even his unimpressed, tight-lipped smile.
This was gentle. A soft curl of the lips that felt serene and warm. But Hao knew his boyfriend, and could tell that the smile didn’t reach his eyes, unlike its peaceful look.
It was a smile that sent a chill running down Hao’s spine.
“How nice, gege,” Hanbin said calmly. “Midnight, you said?”
“...Yeah,” Hao said slowly, his voice cracking.
Hanbin tilted his head, smile still in place. “Have fun then,” he replied before pushing off the wall and walking back into the waiting room.
Hao stood there for a moment, his heart pounding against his ribs.
Hanbin was calm, way too calm about this considering how he had been acting for the past week. And that calmness — the gentle smile, the soft tone that felt like it was hiding something sharp — stayed with Hao throughout the entire award show. It lingered like a chill under his skin, like the roaring of thunder forewarning a big storm approaching.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. Award shows were always hectic — a rushed order of stages, speeches, and staff herding idols from one spot to the next. Between the encore stage, photo ops, and the backstage videos they had to take, Hao barely had time to think. But in the quieter moments, when he was backstage, or even in the car riding back to the hotel — all he could think about was that eerie smile on Hanbin’s face.
They arrived back at the hotel at 11:30 p.m, exhausted and silent. The members barely said their goodnights to each other before dragging themselves into their individual rooms.
Hao’s keycard beeped as he stepped into his room. He turned back for a moment, just in time to catch a glimpse of Hanbin still standing outside in the hallway, watching him. Their eyes met for a second, enough for Hao to understand that he was waiting to make sure he got into his room safely.
Hao offered him a small smile, Hanbin giving him a slight nod in return before retreating to his own room.
The door shut softly behind Hao. He stood there for a moment, letting the silence fill his bones. After the chaos and mental trials he went through, having some peace and quiet was like a breath of fresh air. He sank onto the mattress with a long exhale, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders.
He closed his eyes, hoping to clear his mind from thoughts of work and his tasks. But instead, his mind filled with images of something else — or rather, someone else. Hanbin, and the unusual way he had been acting recently, was stuck at the back of Hao’s mind, waiting for a resolution.
Hao thought back to the moment he had announced the hole ban three weeks ago. What he had originally intended as a fun little game to tease Hanbin had spiralled into something bigger. The dramatic confession, the durian spread, the massage — all of it had been cute at first, and Hao had been enjoying himself.
But then came the shift. The staring. The way Hanbin stuck to his side like a shadow. The tight grips. Hanbin had even been clenching his fists so often lately that Hao was starting to think he might actually gain muscle in his fingertips.
Hao groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck, I took it too far,” he muttered to himself.
Just as he was contemplating his next steps, his phone buzzed.
Soobinie 🐰
you coming? 🥂😙
Hao stared at the text before looking at the time on the screen. 11:45 p.m. He sighed, replying with a confirmation before rolling off the bed and shuffling towards the bathroom. He needed to freshen up before going over to Soobin’s hotel room. Not like he was trying to flirt or do anything with Soobin, but his pride couldn’t allow him to show up looking like he was 5 minutes away from passing out.
He washed up quickly, letting the hot water run down his body and calm the knots in his muscles. He put on his skincare carefully, knowing he wouldn’t be bothered to do it after getting back from Soobin’s room later. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out an outfit that was both casual enough to wear for a late night drinking session and showed off his proportions well enough.
He got dressed, staring at himself in the mirror. His attention turned to his small travel makeup pouch on the vanity, pondering over it for a moment. It wasn’t like he needed to look good — it was just Soobin. And drinks. Just two friends casually hanging out. But Hao loved looking his best at all times.
“Hmm,” Hao muttered to himself, already taking out his eyeshadow palette. “I mean, why not?”
A dab of shine to brighten his eyes, a swipe of blush to make his cheeks rosy, and as a final touch, his favourite glossy lip balm. He put on just enough to look effortlessly fresh, like he’d survived an entire day of performances and speeches looking beautiful and flawless.
When he finally stepped back from the mirror, satisfied with his whole look, he checked the time on his phone once again.
11:58 p.m.
Just in time.
Hao grabbed a small bottle of perfume and sprayed a light mist behind his ears. Slipping on his shoes, he padded softly to the door. He exhaled, turning the knob and stepping out, only to freeze.
Hanbin was standing right there, outside his room door.
Not holding his phone, not pretending to have just been passing by. He was just standing there, right outside Hao’s door like he had been waiting the whole time for him to walk out.
His arms were crossed on his chest, his jaw tight. Hao’s breath caught in his chest as he noticed how dark Hanbin’s eyes were at that moment.
“So,” Hanbin started quietly, his voice low. “You’re really going, huh?”
Hao’s lips parted, but nothing came out. His pulse jumped, heat trailing after it.
He watched as Hanbin’s eyes raked over his whole body — his outfit, his styled hair, the light makeup on his face. His gaze narrowed on Hao’s glossy lips, before he looked back into Hao’s eyes, slow and unblinking. Hao had always compared his boyfriend to a cute housecat, but right now, he felt like he was being faced with a feral cat that saw its owner feeding a dog.
Hanbin raised an eyebrow. “It’s midnight,” Hanbin continued, almost mockingly. “You really made sure to be on time.”
He didn’t wait for a response, stepping forward. Hao stumbled back as Hanbin’s hand came up to press against his chest firmly, walking him backwards into the room, kicking the door shut behind them with his foot.
The lock clicked.
Hao stared at Hanbin, swallowing hard, his heart hammering in his chest. The air between them was thick, charged with something electric and dangerous. Hanbin’s arms were crossed, but there was a restless tension in the way his shoulders twitched, like a spring ready to snap.
“You’re not going to his room,” Hanbin said quietly, the weight of his words filling the room, making it hard to breathe. His voice was low and rough around the edges, leaving a shiver of want sparking in Hao’s gut.
Hao’s lips parted, but nothing came out of his mouth. His breath hitched, caught somewhere between surprise and the stirrings of a hunger he had been trying to suppress for weeks now.
Hanbin took a slow, deliberate step forward, and then another, until he was almost close enough to touch. His eyes locked onto Hao’s with a fierce intensity, the type of stare that left Hao feeling exposed yet wanted. Hanbin reached up, his fingers skimming the line of Hao’s jaw, tracing it gently before tilting his head to capture Hao’s soft lips in a searing kiss. His lips moved urgently, like he was conveying a promise to Hao.
Hao melted into the kiss, his hands reaching up to tangle into Hanbin’s hair, pulling him closer. He was craving the heat, the contact, the desperation that was dripping off of his boyfriend. Hanbin deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Hao’s mouth, slow and hungry, tasting every inch of it. They broke apart, panting into each other’s mouths, as if they couldn’t stand being away for a second longer.
Hao looked up at Hanbin, his lips already bitten red and swollen, his eyes dark with longing. Hanbin’s eyes swept over him again, taking in the makeup and carefully chosen outfit before his face hardened, the calm facade cracking slightly.
Slowly, almost teasingly, Hanbin began to strip — still maintaining eye contact as he peeled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Hao took a moment to stare at the soft skin, eyes trailing from his tattoo on his chest to the evident bulge in his sweats. He eyed it greedily, hoping Hanbin would take it off next. His desperation was clearly evident to Hanbin, who chuckled, sliding his pants down, leaving only his boxers on.
He moved to the bed, Hao watching every step he took with bated breath. Laying on his back, he rested against the headboard, staring up at Hao with eyes that bore straight into his soul. His hand went to his bulge, palming his dick over his boxers. He traced the outline of it with a finger, Hao’s eyes following every move.
“You’re going to sit here and watch me,” Hanbin murmured, his voice thick with want. He pulled his boxers down, his half-hard dick slapping onto his stomach. One hand wrapped around it, moving in slow, lazy strokes that brought out soft moans from Hanbin’s mouth.
Hao’s fingers twitched with the ache to touch, to feel, but he stayed frozen, caught between his own restraint and the pull of lust that Hanbin was igniting in him. His legs moved on impulse, settling onto the foot of the bed, staring at Hanbin.
The sight of Hanbin pleasuring himself, the way his lips parted, the soft whines that were escaping him — it was cruel and hot all at once.
“Gege…” Hanbin moaned out, a bead of precum dripping out of his tip at the thought of Hao. “Let me make you feel good, hmm? I know your hole misses me gege,” he whispered as he collected the drops of precum and used it to stroke his dick faster. Hao gripped the sheets beneath him to stop himself from letting out a whine at the sight. “I know you’re just as desperate as I am, your hole needs me inside it,” Hanbin added, squeezing the base of his dick.
With those words, every last ounce of control that Hao had left broke apart. He surged forward, closing the distance between them as he pressed his lips to Hanbin’s once again in a bruising kiss. This kiss was much fiercer, hungrier, full of need and want. Their tongues tangled together, desperate to feel every inch of each other. Hanbin sucked Hao’s bottom lip into his mouth as Hao whined out, his body on fire despite Hanbin not touching him yet.
Hao’s hand reached down, finding Hanbin’s dick. He slapped Hanbin’s hand away, replacing it with his own. He gripped it tightly, drawing a long moan out of him. Hanbin grew louder as he started stroking, his moans getting lost in the heated kiss. As Hao’s pace sped up, Hanbin broke the kiss, his panting breaths hot on Hao’s lips. A teasing smile grew on Hao’s face as Hanbin’s hips jerked up into his fist, on the verge of coming.
“So needy,” Hao murmured, a smirk on his face.
Hearing that, Hanbin’s hands moved to grip Hao’s waist, a low growl rumbling in his throat. In one swift motion, he flipped them over. Hao’s back hit the mattress, his eyes wide as he looked up at Hanbin who was staring at him with what could only be described as his psycho eyes. He gasped as Hanbin’s dark stare bore into him — sharp, claiming, and fierce.
Hanbin tore off Hao’s clothes, stripping him naked before he lowered his body, burrowing his head into Hao’s neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of Hao’s neck, gentle and teasing at first, before sinking in with enough pressure to leave a mark. Hao’s breath hitched, the sharp sting of pain mixing with the pleasure spreading through his veins. Hanbin sucked on the tender flesh, his lips warm and wet, leaving a blooming bruise.
A soft moan escaped Hao as Hanbin’s mouth trailed lower, moving along the curve of his collarbone. He left marks along the way, his teeth nipping and biting with a purpose, leaving a trail of red bruises like a possession. Each mark was branded on Hao like a promise, a claim. Hanbin’s hand eagerly roamed down Hao’s body, tracing his chest with hunger.
Hao tangled his fingers in Hanbin’s hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more contact. The scent of Hanbin — musky, warm, and intoxicating — filled his senses, making it impossible to think about anything else. Hanbin’s teeth moved with precision, biting softer, then harder, drawing gasps from Hao with every suck. Hao’s nails dug into the sheets as his lips continued, claiming every inch of exposed skin.
Their eyes met — Hanbin’s dark and intense, Hao’s wide and shimmering with need. Hanbin moved down Hao’s chest, across his stomach, to his thighs. Hao clenched in anticipation, his legs widening on reflex. Hanbin settled in between, finally faced with the one thing that he had been desperate for the entire month.
Hao trembled at the feeling of his hot breath on his hole. Hanbin leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to it before flicking his tongue out, licking a long stripe over the entire area.
“Mmh,” he murmured roughly, his voice thick with want, “missed your taste.”
Hao moaned out as Hanbin’s mouth closed over him, slow and deliberate, his tongue swirling in with expert precision. Every flick and suck sent waves of heat crashing through Hao’s body, leaving him thrashing around on the sheets. Hanbin’s hands moved to grip his hips without even detaching his mouth away, holding Hao steady as his tongue reacquainted itself with his favourite place.
He pushed his face even closer to Hao’s hole, his desperation oozing off of him with the way he was kissing, licking, and mouthing at every inch of it. Tracing the rim, he sucked loudly as Hao whined, his back arching up into Hanbin’s touch, dizzy with pleasure.
“Ahh fuck, Hanbin— baobei, keep going,” he pleaded.
Hanbin pressed one last kiss to Hao’s hole before he lifted his head up, a string of saliva connecting him to Hao. His lips curved into a wicked smirk as he rasped out, “Sit on my face, gege.”
Before Hao could react, Hanbin’s hands were on his thighs, yanking him up with surprising strength. Throwing himself back onto the bed, he pulled Hao on top of him. Hao stumbled, landing on Hanbin’s thighs and supporting himself with a hand on his chest. He stared down at Hanbin, chest heaving from his previous stimulation. Hanbin looked up at him, a glint in his eye as he smiled brightly.
“Can’t believe you deprived me of my favourite meal,” Hanbin breathed, his voice low and hungry.
His hands still on Hao’s waist, Hanbin turned him around, yanking him backwards, his ass now directly on top of Hanbin’s face. Hao gasped, trying to lift himself up on his knees to lessen the weight on Hanbin, but he didn’t give Hao a moment to adjust. The heat and wetness of his tongue engulfed him immediately, a sharp mewl leaving Hao’s mouth. Hanbin wasted no time resuming his actions, his tongue licking into him, eager and sending shocks of heat through him.
Hao flailed around, his body weak and pliant from the pleasure. His hands reached for the sheets, Hanbin’s chest, the headboard behind him — anything — but Hanbin just growled out, his hands gripping Hao’s ass cheeks in a hold so tight he stopped squirming, his body trembling instead.
The wet and obscene sounds of Hanbin sucking filled the room, and Hao couldn’t tell if his own whines had turned into sobs at this point. His body shook from overstimulation and his vision blurred. Every time he tried to lift himself up to escape the intense feelings, Hanbin would pull him back down with a muffled growl, refusing to let go.
Hao cried out, grinding down onto Hanbin’s tongue. A soft chuckle rumbled from beneath him — a mix of amusement and satisfaction drifting off of Hanbin. He moved back and forth, riding Hanbin’s face with desperation.
“Mmh— more, please,” he begged, his hips circling.
Hanbin’s other hand slipped around to Hao’s front, grabbing his dick that had been steadily dripping with precum. Hao whimpered, his hips jerking up into Hanbin’s hold. Hanbin wrapped his fingers around him in a smooth and possessive grip, stroking him in time to his tongue that was still thrusting in and out of Hao. Hao squirmed, his hips caught between kicking into Hanbin’s fist or grinding back down. The combined sensation of Hanbin’s tongue and fingers pushed Hao closer and closer to the edge.
A strangled moan escaped Hao as his body tensed, shuddering violently. His release crashed over him, hot and overwhelming, his hand reaching behind him to dig into Hanbin’s hair as he came, his dick shooting white ropes onto Hanbin’s chest.
Hao collapsed forward, his limbs loose and twitching, panting like his breath was stolen out of him. Hanbin’s hands moved back to his waist, grounding him and rubbing his sides in comfort. He laughed, low and pleased beneath him, the sound vibrating through the room as Hao savoured the moment, catching his breath.
Hanbin gently pulled him off his chest, placing him down onto the bed. Hao let himself be guided, his limbs loose and mind still spinning. He focused his vision as Hanbin came back into view above him, hunger still evident in his eyes.
“I’m not done,” Hanbin murmured, brushing Hao’s hair out of his flushed face. The entire lower half of Hanbin’s face was wet with his own drool and spit, but he still smiled, bringing a hand up to wipe it off before leaning down to press a kiss to Hao’s lips. It was hot and overwhelming, full of tongue and a clash of teeth. By the time he pulled back, Hao’s chest was heaving again, his mind full of just Hanbin.
Hanbin got off the bed, walking over to his discarded pants on the floor and reaching into its pocket. Fumbling around, he pulled out a packet of lube before heading back onto the bed, crawling over Hao. Sitting back on his knees, he opened the packet and poured the lube onto his fingers, warming it up.
Soon, his fingers moved between Hao’s legs, pressing into him, his body jolting. His back arched instinctively, a soft cry slipping from his lips before he could stop it. Hanbin shoved three fingers in at once, Hao already opened up from his tongue.
He thrust his fingers in and out, curling them to brush against Hao’s prostate. “You’re still shaking,” Hanbin whispered under his breath, more to himself than to Hao. “Still twitching just from my tongue and fingers alone.”
He leaned down, his mouth brushing against Hao’s ear. “If gege can’t even handle this, how is gege going to handle anything else?”
Hao whimpered. It was too much — the heat, the pressure, the weight of Hanbin’s stare. Every sound that left his mouth, every twitch his body made, only seemed to make Hanbin more desperate. His fingers worked him open in a slow pace as Hanbin kissed down his throat again, murmuring little praises into his skin, soft and cruel.
“So sensitive, so tight for me, and I haven’t even started.”
“Bin-ah— Hanbin, please, give it to me now— please, I need it,” Hao begged, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes.
Hanbin kissed his tears away softly, removing his fingers and positioning himself at Hao’s entrance. Gently, he slid inside, filling Hao up with a deep and steady stretch. Hao gasped, every muscle in his body tensing, his toes curling up. Hanbin let out a broken moan, the pleasure overwhelming for him due to the cursed month away from it.
“Fuck, gege, so fucking good— I missed this, missed you, so much,” he stuttered out.
He moved slowly at first, letting Hao get used to the stretch, the weight, the impossible fullness. But the moment Hao let out that little broken noise asking for more — high and desperate — Hanbin grit his teeth, held Hao’s waist with a bruising grip and pulled him onto his dick in one sharp movement.
Hao screamed out in pleasure. His hands scrambled to grasp Hanbin’s shoulders as his thighs trembled. His heart was racing so hard it ached.
Hanbin groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and disbelief. “Shit, you’re clenching so hard around me, gege.” He pulled Hao in tighter by his waist, as if he couldn’t bear to leave a sliver of space in between them. “You can’t hide it hyung, I know you missed this. I know you missed me,” he hissed into Hao’s neck, scoffing as he said it.
Hao tried to answer, but all that came out was soft, breathless whines of Hanbin’s name.
Hanbin’s pace quickened, slamming his hips into Hao in a wild, desperate rhythm. He pounded Hao into the mattress, relentless and steady. Hao’s body gave out, melting into the sheets with Hanbin’s aching grip still on his waist. Hao was certain there were bruises already forming, and that thought did nothing but drive him closer to finishing.
Hao lifted his legs, hooking them around Hanbin’s waist to pull him closer. His fingernails scratched down Hanbin’s back, no doubt leaving marks in their wake. With one last hard thrust, Hao came again, untouched. He moaned out Hanbin’s name as he dissolved into pleasure, his body tensing up before falling back onto the sheets.
Hanbin continued slamming into Hao, his jerking hips slowly losing their rhythm. Hao clenched down at the overstimulation running through his body, bringing out a rough growl from Hanbin. His eyes rolled back, feeling the intense heat and tightness of Hao around him. After so long away from it, it felt like returning to heaven. If he could, Hanbin would choose to never separate from Hao, to stay buried inside him for the rest of their lives.
“So fucking tight, even after coming twice. Don’t ever take this away from me again,” he whined out, still pounding into Hao.
With a few last thrusts, Hanbin’s groans filled the room — raw and guttural — as he came deep inside Hao. His hips stuttered as he emptied everything into Hao, pulse after pulse, like he had been holding it in the entire month. Hanbin continued thrusting, pressing deeper with each pulse of cum that shot out. Hao felt every wave of it, the warmth spilling into him until he was completely full of it. It leaked out of him as Hanbin’s hips jerked through the waves of pleasure.
Hanbin stilled, catching his breath before pulling out slowly. His chest was heaving, his arms trembling. He collapsed on the bed next to Hao, both of them slick with sweat and breathless, the air thick with their heat and the smell of sex. They lay there in silence, recovering from their first intense orgasms in a long while.
It felt like forever before either of them moved. Hao’s fingers dragged lazily along Hanbin’s damp chest, a mixture of his own cum and Hanbin’s sweat drying there.
Hao was the first to speak — his voice light. He shifted, propping himself up on an elbow, his lips curling.
“Wow…” he murmured, voice full of fake sweetness. “You couldn’t even wait one more week?”
Hanbin didn’t answer, opting to just stare at Hao, wide-eyed and drained.
“You were just so desperate for me, weren’t you?” Hao continued, tilting his head. “What happened to being a good boy for gege, hmm?”
Hanbin’s throat dried out, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out for Hao, but dared not to yet.
Hao smiled, slow and devastating. “Just look at this mess you made.” He parted his legs, Hanbin’s eyes following helplessly. There was no hiding the aftermath — Hanbin’s cum was pouring out of Hao like a steady stream — warm, messy, and impossible to ignore. There was so much of it, the stream never-ending.
“Don’t you think,” Hao whispered sinfully as his fingers traced over the evidence of their mess, “you should clean it up?”
He reached a hand up to grasp Hanbin’s head, tugging gently at his hair, guiding his face downwards. Hanbin went along without a second thought, his mouth opening and tongue flicking out before he even reached Hao’s entrance.
He licked up Hao’s inner thigh, where a few pools of cum were dripping down. He groaned, his mouth already full of his own taste. With a nudge from Hao, he pressed his face into Hao’s hole once more, licking around the rim before thrusting his tongue in. He scooped up every drop of cum he could find, pulling it back into his own mouth before shoving his tongue back in.
Hao’s hand stayed on his hair, a gentle grasp to anchor Hanbin’s head. To pull Hanbin back when he was getting too eager, or to push him forwards if he was taking too long away from it. Hanbin’s cum got smeared all over his face from having his face pressed into Hao’s ass cheeks, but he was in pure bliss. His tongue was exhausted from the constant stimulation, but he barely registered his fatigue as he ate him out, his moans spilling out every other second.
Hanbin grinded down against the bed, his previously soft dick now hard just from eating Hao out. Just being close to Hao like this was almost enough to tip him over the edge, his groans desperate and low. Hao arched with a soft sigh, Hanbin’s groans vibrating through his core. He looked down at Hanbin, his poor boyfriend humping the bed like a dog in heat despite emptying what felt like a bucket of cum into him just minutes ago.
He yanked Hanbin’s head away from his thighs when it was mostly clean, bringing him to eye level. “You know, baobei, since you were so greedy for my hole,” Hao teased, a cruel smirk on his face, “you can go again, right?”
Hanbin’s eyes widened, nodding rapidly as if he would miss the chance if he didn’t agree fast enough. It wasn’t everyday that Hao let Hanbin go for multiple rounds inside of him, having a weak stamina, so Hanbin would jump at the chance whenever he was offered it.
Hao raised up onto his knees, straddling Hanbin, who was now sitting up on the bed. His palms braced against Hanbin’s chest, feeling the frantic thud of his heart under his skin. Hao sank down on him — slowly, gently — leaving Hanbin gasping out loud, his head falling back and his hands flying to Hao’s hips.
“Gege—” His voice cracked, trembling as Hao fit around him.
Hao exhaled, his eyes rolling back as he adjusted, hands smoothing up and down Hanbin’s arms at his sides to ground himself. He started to move — slowly and steadily — riding Hanbin with a gentle passion and love in his eyes.
Hanbin’s eyes were already brimming with tears, his lashes wet as he tried to break through the intensity, the sounds in his throat dying and coming out broken. His lower lip wobbled, caught hard between his teeth. He was crying, not from pain, or overstimulation, but from having Hao back with him again.
“I missed you,” Hanbin whispered, his breath brushing against Hao’s lips.
Hao let out a soft giggle. He leaned down as he grinded onto Hanbin’s dick, brushing Hanbin’s hair out of his forehead, his fingers light and affectionate as he kept moving above him.
“You missed me?” Hao echoed, teasing, but fond.
Hanbin nodded, lips parting around another choked moan at a deep grind. “So fucking much. It— it hurt.”
Hao paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked down at him. “I know, Hanbin-ah,” he cooed. “I know it did.”
He rocked his hips again, just enough to make Hanbin tremble, then whispered against his ear, his breath tickling him and turning it red, “But you still waited, didn’t you?”
A shiver ripped through Hanbin’s body, his hips jerking up into Hao. “I tried to. I tried to be good— I tried so hard, hyung,”
Hao smiled then — not teasing, not cruel — a real, fond smile, full of love. He cupped Hanbin’s face with both hands, resting his forehead against his as he rode him. “And you were,” he breathed out. “You were so good for me.”
Hanbin cried out, gripping Hao’s waist like he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please— please don’t stop, hyung-ah, gege, please—”
“I won’t,” Hao breathed. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”
He leaned in, crashing his lips onto Hanbin. Hanbin ran his tongue over Hao’s lips before pushing in, sucking on Hao’s tongue. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, both of their feelings coming out in full.
Hanbin took control then, planting his feet onto the bed and fucking up into Hao, his grip on his waist pulling him down onto his dick. The air was filled with moans of each others’ names. Hanbin watched as his dick disappeared into Hao’s body, bulging in Hao’s stomach as he leaned back onto Hanbin’s thighs.
Hao bounced on Hanbin’s dick as Hanbin slammed his hips up, the two of them settling into a rhythm.
“Hanbin, fuck, I’m going to come, baobei,” Hao keened out, his eyes rolling back.
“Yeah, I’m close too, gege, let go,” Hanbin groaned out in reply, rutting roughly up into Hao, bringing the both of them closer to their highs.
“I love you, Hanbin-ah,” Hao squealed as he reached his peak, his mind blanking out as his body felt like trails of fire erupted all over. His dick shot out a small amount of cum, totally spent after having three orgasms back to back.
Hanbin gasped, those words sending heat straight to his dick. His hips kicked up into Hao one last time before his body tensed, trembling as he shot his cum inside. Exhausted, he collapsed onto Hao, burrowing his face into Hao’s neck.
“I love you too, hyung-ah,” he panted out, still on the verge of breathlessness.
He shifted, moving so that the both of them were lying on the bed, their bodies still entangled. Hanbin raised his head after catching his breath, looking up at Hao, whose eyes were half-closed, a peaceful smile on his face. Hanbin smiled, pressing a peck to his cheek.
“Do you want to wash up now or in the morning?” he asked softly, already knowing the answer his boyfriend would give.
“Too sleepy. Tomorrow. Mmhhh…,” was the only answer he received before Hao’s eyes closed fully, his mind already on the way to dreamland.
Hanbin laughed, shaking his head as he pulled out of Hao and got off the bed, moving to the toilet to grab a towel. Padding back to the bed, he gently wiped a half-asleep Hao down, making sure he was as clean as he could get without a shower, before throwing the towel into the bathtub. He climbed back into the bed, pulling the sheets up over the both of them, making sure to tuck Hao in first.
The moment he settled down, Hao turned, sensing Hanbin’s presence in his sleep. He instinctively cuddled closer to Hanbin, throwing his legs over him. Hanbin smiled, placing Hao’s head on his chest and pressing a soft kiss to his fluffy hair.
He closed his eyes, finally feeling at peace and whole again after a torturous month away from his boyfriend and his hole.
- - -
The room was quiet the next morning, the curtains drawn shut, the waking world outside muffled.
Hanbin stirred first, his lids fluttering open in the dim light of the hotel room. His body ached in a familiar way — the good kind — his muscles sore, but heart full. For a moment, he just laid there, wrapped up in the warmth of Hao.
Hao was curled beside him with an arm flung lazily over Hanbin’s chest, his cheek pressed into the pillow. He looked beautiful. Hanbin wished he could save this moment in his mind forever, the peace and calm on Hao’s face filling him with pure love.
He reached up, brushing a stray piece of hair away from Hao’s forehead. His gaze drifted lazily to the bedside table, specifically, to the phone that Hao had placed there last night, the screen lit with a few missed notifications. Without thinking, he reached over, picking it up and scanning through the notifications.
One particular message stood out to Hanbin.
Soobinie 🐰
hey, you coming?
I’m still waiting haha
Hanbin blinked. The messages were sent at 3am. The poor guy had waited the entire night for Hao, not knowing he was getting pounded into the sheets by Hanbin.
He laughed. Not a bitter, or jealous laugh, but a soft, tired little giggle. He dropped the phone back onto the table and turned his head to look at Hao, who was still fast asleep.
“Too late,” Hanbin whispered to himself with a smirk, a finger tracing up Hao’s jaw. “He already came plenty last night.”
He pulled the covers up once more, sinking back into Hao’s warmth, pleasantly satisfied.