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Younghoon couldn’t stop pacing. He knew what he wanted to say. He knew what he had to say. It had been almost two months since he appeared on Sangyeon’s OnlyFans channel. Sangyeon had kept his promise and forwarded half the proceeds to Younghoon as they came through. Kevin, nosy as he was, wanted to know how much their video made, but Younghoon refused to tell him.
”Would you stop that? You’re making me anxious,” Chanhee said, not looking up from his phone.
”Tell me I need to talk to Sangyeon,” Younghoon stopped and looked at his friend.
”You need to talk to Sangyeon,” Chanhee repeated, still not looking up from his phone.
”Okay,” Younghoon left the room and knocked on Sangyeon’s door.
”Come in, Hoon,” came the voice from the other side. Younghoon opened the door and slid into the room.
”Can we talk?” He asked. Sangyeon turned in his desk chair and eyed the younger man.
”About?”
”About what happened between us during the OnlyFans thing,” Younghoon was wringing his hands, trying to stay still.
”You mean the kiss?” Sangyeon asked.
”Did you kiss any of the others?” Younghoon asked.
”No, I haven’t. They also haven’t tried,” Sangyeon replied.
”I like you, like like you. I think you felt something, too. At least, I hope you did,” Younghoon’s heart was beating so fast he was sure Sangyeon could hear it. Sangyeon stared at him for a moment like he was figuring out what to say. It was a rejection. He knew it. He’d been stupid to kiss him when it was just for show. It was just sex, nothing more, nothing less. Younghoon was on the verge of tears when Sangyeon finally spoke.
”You’re right. I felt something, too. But I can’t afford to fall for someone when my main source of income is posting videos of myself and others performing sex acts online,” Sangyeon told him. Younghoon felt a tear roll down his cheek.
”I get it. I’m sorry. Forget it,” he said, barely above a whisper. Sangyeon stood up and put his hands on Younghoon’s face, wiping the tear away with his thumb.
”That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to risk it, though,” he added.
”What do you mean?” Younghoon asked.
”There’s a lot you’d have to be okay with if we’re going to try this. You’d have to be okay with me posting videos of myself online. You’d have to be okay with me possibly having sex with people you know, your friends, and posting it online. You’d have to be okay knowing that you won’t be the only one I’m sleeping with at any given moment, but you’re the one I actually have feelings for. If those are things you can deal with, genuinely accept, then we can give this a try,” Sangyeon explained.
”Kiss me?” Younghoon whispered. Sangyeon tilted his head up and joined their lips, gently at first and then more urgent. He walked Younghoon back toward the bed and they tumbled down together, Sangyeon on top of Younghoon. His weight was comforting rather than oppressive. They rolled around to get more comfortable, limbs tangling together, but their lips never parting.
”I want you, hyung,” Younghoon breathed when they finally stopped for air.
”I want you, too. I just don’t want you to get hurt because of what I do to pay the bills around here,” Sangyeon rested his forehead on Younghoon’s.
”We do have actual jobs,” Younghoon pointed out.
”That doesn't pay nearly as well,” Sangyeon added. “I don’t think you could’ve afforded that watch otherwise.” Younghoon held up his arm and Sangyeon ran a finger around the white gold band.
”It’s pretty, though, isn’t it?” Younghoon said.
”Not as pretty as you,” Sangyeon teased.
”Shut up,” Younghoon swatted his shoulder.
”I promise this is just a job. No feelings, no entanglements, just a way to make money because I know I look hot. I just might not feel like having sex on a filming day,” Sangyeon said.
”That’s okay. I don’t have a super high sex drive anyway,” Younghoon told him.
”Actually neither do I,” Sangyeon admitted.
”What?” Younghoon’s hands stilled on Sangyeon’s back.
”I know I look good naked and it’s fairly easy for me to get off so I figured I could make money posting videos. Then Kevin found my account and demanded to be included. I don’t think I could include you again, though,” Sangyeon said.
”Why not?” Younghoon asked.
”Because I couldn’t produce the kind of content that makes money if I’m too busy mooning over my boyfriend instead of making all the sounds people want to hear,” Sangyeon grinned.
”Boyfriend?” Younghoon repeated.
”That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Sangyeon replied.
”Yes,” Younghoon nodded excitedly.
”Good,” Sangyeon started kissing him again. They kept making out until their lips were sore and they gave into sleep, wrapped up in each other. Younghoon couldn’t be happier.