Kim Doyoung is Evil

by sweetkpopfan

Summary:

Jaehyun is convinced that his new roommate, student committee president Kim Doyoung, is actually an evil criminal. And boy does that make him pop a fucking boner.

Notes:

those ncit hacker teaser pics got me feeling some way, and y'all know which doyoung picture I used for this 🤪

              “I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re kicking me out?!?!?!”

              “I’m not kicking you out, I’m simply… giving you the opportunity to be a joy in someone else’s life.” Johnny rolled his eyes at his best friend Jaehyun who was currently throwing a childish tantrum.

              “15 years of friendship and this is the thanks I get? Thrown out onto the street like some sad, unwanted toy all because you have a boyfriend to fuck now?”

              “Yes.” Johnny just nodded. “Look, no offense, you’re a great guy and we have had a lot of fun, but Taeyong is really important to me and I just… I want to see him more often. His schedule as a medical student is already very packed and we figured that if we lived together, we would be able to see each other more often and take care of each other.”

              “Stop pretending to be chivalrous, you just don’t want me to catch you fucking Taeyong in a maid dress.”

              “That too.” Johnny simply sipped his coffee. “Are you done packing?”

              “If you don’t end up marrying him and make me best man at your wedding, I will fucking kill you.”

              “Love you Jaehyun.” Johnny blew him a kiss. “You’re the best.”

              The fucking things I do so that my best friend could get laid, Jaehyun thought to himself as he packed up his belongings and prepared to move. Luckily, Johnny didn’t throw him out without a plan. Taeyong’s best friend, student committee president Kim Doyoung was also looking for a roommate, so naturally he told Jaehyun that he could stay with Doyoung.

              “He’s nice, he’s clean and he’s also super busy so he’s out most of the time, and you get the space mostly to yourself!” Taeyong told him, blinking his big round eyes at Jaehyun as he helped him pack and move. Jaehyun could tell that those big round eyes probably had a lot of effect on his best friend.

              “That’s perfect, you have always wanted more space back at the dorm. This is going to be amazing!” Johnny smiled excitedly. “Isn’t this fun Jaehyun?”

              “Yeah. Fun.” Jaehyun grumbled.

              “Oh hello!” Kim Doyoung opened the door and smiled widely. His Harry Potter glasses were perched up high on the bridge of his nose and he was wearing a checkered button up, done all the way up to the collar and cargo shorts. He was kind of cute in a nerdy way, which was something Jaehyun never thought he would say.

              “Hi Doyoungie!” Taeyong smiled. “This is Johnny and this is Jaehyun, your new roommate.”

              “Oh yes, Jeong Jaehyun, second year of computer engineering right?”

              “That’s right.” Jaehyun wiped his hand across his jeans to shake his. “How did you know?”

              “Oh I know most of the kids on this campus.” Doyoung laughed. “Come on in, I’ll show you the space.”

              Doyoung’s student apartment was in the newer student block on campus, so this was a much bigger upgrade that Jaehyun’s old two-bedroom dorm with Johnny. There was a small living room, a kitchen, a full bathroom and two rooms, one for Doyoung and one for Jaehyun.

              “You get a whole room to yourself!” Johnny gasped. “How cool is that?”

              “This is nice.” Jaehyun smiled. Finally, a place to himself without having to accidentally trip over Johnny’s stuff, and a much bigger desk for him to do his work on.

              “Feel free to use the kitchen and the living room anytime, it’s yours too.” Doyoung said before checking his phone. “Here’s the key as well. I have to rush to a meeting so I have to leave first, I’ll talk to you later!”

              “Okay, bye Doyoung!” the three of them waved the student president off as he grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door. Johnny turned back to Jaehyun and smiled. “See, this isn’t so bad is it?”

              “It’s nice.” Jaehyun nodded. “I could get used to this.”

              “Here’s the list of dorm guidelines that Doyoung prepared.” Taeyong handed him a list. “Just some stuff to watch out for.”

              “It’s three pages long and every line starts with ‘Don’t’.” Jaehyun made a face. “Don’t leave dirty dishes in the sink. Don’t dry the laundry in the living room. Don’t leave paint on the walls. Don’t put your shoes on the bed?”

              “What can I say?” Taeyong made a face. “He’s student president for a reason.”

              “Relax, with his busy schedule you probably won’t see him much anyways.” Johnny tapped his back. “It’s going to be fine.”

              Johnny was right. Jaehyun really didn’t see much of Doyoung after he moved in. Between their conflicting study schedules, after class activities (Doyoung with student committee and Jaehyun with the basketball team) and Jaehyun’s weekend part time job at the café, they probably saw each other for maybe two hours a week collectively.

              When he first told his friends he was now living with Doyoung, everyone warned him how strict he was and how he likes organization and things being in its place. “Once I put a pen upside down in his pen holder and he glared at me.” Yuta, his classmate, told him and he shivered. “I thought he was going to slit my throat.”

              Well, Doyoung wasn’t around often enough to actually slit his throat, but he has received multiple hints that his living style could be a little better. Once, Jaehyun bought a bunch of nacho chip bags to snack on and piled them in the cabinets before leaving for class. When he arrived home that night, he opened the cabinets to find the bags neatly organized and stacked, tucked away in its corner.

              Doyoung’s side of the bathroom vanity was a world away compared to Jaehyun’s. His lotions, shampoos and other bottles were stacked neatly in order of height, like a display row in a department store while Jaehyun’s was randomly placed according to his ‘mood’.

              “You should put the cups like this.” Doyoung told him once, flipping the cups upside down on the drying rack. “That way it dries faster.”

              “Oh. Okay.” Jaehyun said. “Sure.”

              “Also, don’t forget to wash the washcloth and leave it to dry on the counter.” Doyoung said as he grabbed his keys. “I have to go out again.”

              Wash the washcloth? Who does that?

              “How is it like living with Taeyong?” Jaehyun asked Johnny during lunch.

              “Wonderful. Best two months of my life.” Johnny smiled dreamily.

              “Better than living with me?”

              “You leave your dirty underwear at the foot of the bed and smell like cheap deodorant. My roommate smells like flowers and antiseptic and his underwear is something I actually want to see, so what do you think?” Johnny made a face. “How about you? Is living with Doyoung okay?”

              “It’s fine. I love the space and the freedom it brings, but…”

              “But what?”

              “It’s almost like living with a psychopath, except you never see him.” Jaehyun said. “He organizes the shoes and the food in the cabinets, he even organized my beer in the fridge! He has very strict and precise instructions on how to wash stuff, clean stuff, put stuff and once while I was vacuuming the couch after I had some chips on it, he just stood there at the kitchen and watched me vacuum and told me that I missed a spot.”

              “Are you surprised? We all told you he was a little OCD.”

              “Yeah I know but does he have to stand there and judge me while I’m doing it?” Jaehyun shuddered. “You would think a guy with glasses as thick as his would be like half-blind or something but no, he doesn’t miss even a speck of dust on the counter. We might as well be living in a sterile faculty or something.”

              “Is his room as neat and tidy?”

              “I think so, although I have never been inside, I just see glimpses of it when he leaves the door open.” Jaehyun said. “Thank god I leave mine locked at all times. If he were to see my room he would probably kick me out or something for not living up to his standard.”

              “Relax, he’s not that bad, and besides you’re footing half the rent, so he shouldn’t complain.” Johnny said. “Just talk to him a little more, I bet he isn’t as scary as you think.”

 

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              “Doyoung?” Jaehyun knocked on Doyoung’s half-open door timidly, pushing it a little more when he heard Doyoung answer from inside. “I’m getting jajangmyeon for lunch, do you want some?”

              “Yeah that would be nice.” Doyoung answered, smiling from behind his laptop as he worked on his bed. “Thanks.”

              It was one of those rare times they were both home together on a weekday. The food arrived shortly and Jaehyun called Doyoung out for lunch. He poured the sticky sauce on his noodles, holding his breath as he was so terrified it was going to make a mess. He finally exhaled when all of the sauce was in his noodles and the counter remained clean. He didn’t want Doyoung to think any less of him than he probably already does.

              “How is Professor Lee’s class? Is he still giving you a hard time?”

              “His assignments are crap. They are so difficult.” Jaehyun sighed. “How did you know he was giving me a hard time?”

              “I saw you post it on your Instagram stories.” Doyoung said. “And you’re not the only one who complains about him.”

              “Oh, I didn’t know you followed me.” Jaehyun’s heart fluttered for some reason.

              “I don’t see how you would have noticed, considering you have 100 new followers everyday from all the girls who watch the basketball team play.” Doyoung smirked, adjusting his glasses.

              “I’m not that popular.” Jaehyun shook his head. “Joohyun is on the team too and he’s captain.”

              “Oh but I think you can give him a run for his money.” Doyoung laughed. “Are girls not your thing?”

              “Uh…” Jaehyun gulped thickly. “No, not really.”

              “Okay.” Doyoung nodded. “Same.”

              “Oh wow.” Jaehyun said. “I wouldn’t have known.”

              “Why?”

              “Because…” Jaehyun fumbled to find an explanation. “You’re just so busy and you must be surrounded by lots of people who admire you and all that. And plus you look a little…”

              “Nerdy?”

              “Proper.” Jaehyun corrected him quickly.

              “You’re a horrible liar.” Doyoung laughed at him. “I know what you mean.”

              “You seem to stay out late often.” Jaehyun tried to change the question. “Where do you go?”

              “Club meetings outside of campus.” Doyoung shrugged. “Sometimes we go to one of the committee member’s houses and we just work on stuff till late night.”

              “What kind of club?”

              “I have several of them.” Doyoung answered. “It’s nothing special.”

              “What time do you normally get home?”

              “3am, 2am, whatever time it is.”

              “Wow, I didn’t know clubs ran that late.” Jaehyun pouted. “I didn’t know you were so active outside of school.”

              “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.” Doyoung said as he licked the chopsticks clean. Jaehyun was about to say something, but Doyoung placed the takeaway bowls in the trash and stood up. “If you don’t mind me, I have a meeting in 20 minutes. Talk to you later.”

 

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              Jaehyun never believed in ghosts but when one hears strange noises at 3.30am, even the skeptics would be tempted to believe that perhaps things really do go bump at night.

              “Fuck this assignment.” Jaehyun wanted to bang his head against the desk and just give up on it. He should have listened to his seniors and start this assignment earlier but he didn’t. His procrastinating ass decided to binge watch Money Heist until he only had a week left to finish this assignment. He stared at the codes on his MacBook and reached for the coffee cup, disappointed to find that it was empty.

              He stood up to go and refill his coffee when he heard a bump from outside his door. He paused for a bit. What was that?

              He opened the door and heard another bump. Jaehyun closed the door quickly and pressed his back against the wall, his heart racing wildly. He looked down at his coffee cup and looked at his shaky hand. Lord, am I imagining this?

              The sound of keys jingling around sparked Jaehyun’s senses again and he slowly reached for the doorknob. What if it was a burglar? Doyoung was already asleep in the room opposite his so it can’t be anyone else. Jaehyun tried to reach for something to arm himself as he opened the door.

              He peeked through the tiny gap and saw the silhouette of a man walk into the apartment. He shrugged off his jacket and walked into the kitchen, turning on the lights. Jaehyun dropped his jaw and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Doyoung?!?!” he whispered.

              Doyoung was dressed in a sleeveless top and cheetah print jeans, the low V of the top exposing his well-formed chest and deep collarbones. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were smoky and dark. He opened one of the cabinets and reached inside to pull something out. It was a huge wine bottle and he pulled out a glass along with it. Jaehyun stared in shock. Why the heck has he never seen this wine bottle and how and where the fuck did he hide this?

              Doyoung poured himself a glass and took a gentle sip from it, swirling the glass and licking his lips. Jaehyun blinked repeatedly to make sure he was not hallucinating. Doyoung told him he was going to sleep early that night. He actually washed up for bed and bid Jaehyun goodnight a couple of hours ago. Jaehyun saw him. He was CERTAIN he went to bed.

              Well if Doyoung went to bed, then who is this sexy stranger in his kitchen drinking wine at 3 fucking am? And if this stranger was not Doyoung’s twin or doppleganger, then did Doyoung lie about going to bed?

              Should I go? Should I say something? Should I close the door? Oh my fuck what am I supposed to do? Jaehyun debated internally as he watched Doyoung pour another glass and put it aside. A couple more knocks came knocking on the door and Jaehyun almost screamed as his heart leapt through his chest. Doyoung opened the door and another man stepped inside.

              “We need to do something about him.”

              “I already told you what we should do about him.” Doyoung rolled his smoky eyes and went back to his wine as the man sat at the kitchen counter and reached for the wine glass. “You just didn’t want to listen.”

              “It’s so drastic.” The strange man bowed his head. He was at least 10 years older than Doyoung and Jaehyun, definitely not someone Jaehyun would recognize from campus. He was still wearing his thick coat as he sipped the wine. “Must we do that?”

              “He did something he wasn’t supposed to do.” Doyoung crossed his arms. “Quite frankly I’m not accustomed to giving people leeway after they have double-crossed me.”

              “What will his wife say? What about his children, his office?”

              “They want him dead as much as we do.”

              Jaehyun’s eyes almost rolled out of their sockets. De…dead?

              “Fine.” The man shrugged as he took another sip. “It looks like we have no other choice.”

              “You won’t regret it.” Doyoung smiled a little, just one corner of his lips rising up. “I know what I’m doing.”

              “How is a college student like you so smart?” the man looked at him, reaching for Doyoung’s hand. “You could rule the world.”

              “I know.” Doyoung moved his hand away. “I’m good.”

              “Yes you are.” The man grabbed his arm to pull him towards him. “So good.”

              “Watch what you’re doing.” Doyoung warned but he stepped over and let the man wrap his arms around Doyoung’s skinny waist, pinning him to the counter.

              “I missed you.” The man bent down to bury his face in the crook of Doyoung’s neck, making Doyoung moan a little. Jaehyun could feel his knees shake as he let out a tiny groan, clamping his mouth shut again when he realized the noises he was making.

              “Bet you did.” Doyoung smirked, his hand running down the man’s front to grab his crotch, rubbing and stroking through his dress pants. “I didn’t even kiss you and you’re this hard?”

              “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” The man whispered, his words getting breathier as Doyoung continued to stroke his lower region, eyes trained on him like a hawk.

              “Me too.” Doyoung moaned as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, grinding his front against his. “Fuck…”

              “These little college boys don’t fuck you good huh?” the man grinned, two hands reaching down to cup Doyoung’s ass in those tight cheetah jeans. “Need a real man’s cock in you babe?”

              “Shut the fuck up and take your pants off.” Doyoung snapped impatiently. “I don’t have all day.”

              Jaehyun was sure his face was as white as the ghost he imagined. He watched Doyoung unbuckle his jeans and shimmy them down to his ankles, turning around to grab the counter while the man behind him dropped his belt to the ground. Even the sound of something unzipping was enough to send tremors to Jaehyun junior and Jaehyun bit down on his finger to stop himself from making a sound.

              “Shhh…” Doyoung said. “My roommate is asleep.”

              “I’m not the one making noises babe, it’s you.” The man smirked as he made another sound and wrapped his hands around Doyoung’s waist.

              “Ahhh…” Doyoung moaned quietly. “Fuck… harder…”

              Jaehyun decided enough was enough and closed the door, putting his empty cup on the ground while he sunk down on the floor, his sensitive ears still picking out the quiet moans and groans from the kitchen. In Doyoung’s defense, he was being really quiet, but the sounds of sex are like misheard lyrics, once your ears detect it, that’s ALL you can hear.

              “So tight… your ass…”

              “So full… harder…”

              Jaehyun pulled his hoodie over his face as the heat crawled onto his face and Jaehyun junior started moving in his pants. He stared at it like it was committing treason against him. This is ridiculous. This is horrifiying. My fucking roommate is out there having sex with some stranger and I’m fucking turned on?!!?!?

              Jaehyun climbed onto his bed, grabbed his earphones and tried to play the LOUDEST rock song on his Apple music playlist. He listened to Black Sabbath sing Paranoid for what felt like the 100^th time until his ears bled. Can you help me occupy my brain so that I don’t think about my roommate having sex?

              After 15 minutes, he finally stopped the music and pressed his ears against the door. After confirming that no sound was heard, he opened the door and saw that the living room and kitchen was empty. He stepped out, checked the sink and saw that it was as clean as it could possibly be. He placed his empty cup near the sink and scanned the room. It was as if no one was here. This place was sparkling.

              He walked to the bathroom, and no one was there. He lingered in front of Doyoung’s room for a bit before walking back to his room. He shut his laptop, laid down in bed and turned off the lights. Go to sleep Jeong Jaehyun, you’re just tired.

              The next morning, Jaehyun didn’t have class until late afternoon, so he woke up just in time for lunch. His head was heavy, and his eyelids were refusing to open, his body feeling extra exhausted despite sleeping through the night. He thought about his unfinished assignment and just mumbled a ‘fuck’.

              He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. His eyes turned to the drying rack and there it was, his coffee cup from yesterday drying on the rack. His eyes flew open as he recalled the events that happened last night.

              “Hi Jaehyun!!”

              Jaehyun nearly snorted out his water when Doyoung came in from the front door. “Oh god, are you okay?”

              “I…” Jaehyun coughed. “Sorry, I was just startled.”

              “You’re up late today. Were you working on something last night?”

              Jaehyun blinked. Was that a trick question?

              “I saw your coffee cup this morning and I washed it. It wasn’t there when I went to bed so I assumed you left it out last night. Am I right?” Doyoung asked, taking off his backpack and pushing up his sweater sleeves.

              “Oh yeah. Was working on an assignment.”

              “Cool. I just came home to grab some more stuff. I need to head to the library. See you later.”

              “Uh… see you.” Jaehyun mumbled as Doyoung dashed back into his room. He saw that he had made a complete mess of himself by spilling water on his front and dribbling down his chin. His head hurt like hell and all he could see was the image of Doyoung grabbing the counter and getting his ass pounded.

              He was going to need a lot more coffee to make it through the day.

 

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              Who was the man that came to see Doyoung last night? Who were they talking about? What drastic measure do they mean? Why do they want him dead? Why was Doyoung talking about double-crossing? How did he hide the wine and clean up so quickly? How do they want him dead? What was Doyoung going to do? Why was he dressed like that?

              Those questions and a couple more haunted Jaehyun not just all day, but all weekend. Doyoung was barely home all weekend so he walked past his room like a ghost, just itching to open the door and find something but he couldn’t. Opening Doyoung’s door without permission was a major no-no on his guidelines and Jaehyun had worked too hard to stay on Doyoung’s good side. Plus it was also rude.

              “You okay?” Johnny asked him a few days later in the library. “You seem distracted.”

              “I… just…” Jaehyun sighed. “Nothing I guess.”

              “Everything okay with Doyoung?”

              “It’s… okay.”

              “You sure?” Johnny asked him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

              A ghost in cheetah print jeans and a sleeveless top. A ghost with the broadest shoulders, alabaster skin and deep collarbones. A ghost whose mouth falls open and moans in the softest way possible while getting fucked.

              “How much do you know about Doyoung?” Jaehyun asked.

              “Not much.” Johnny shook his head.

              “Taeyong doesn’t talk about him much?”

              “Not really. But then again when we are together, we don’t do that much talking if you know what I mean.” He winked.

              “Oh shut up.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “I’m serious here.”

              “Why do you ask?”

              “Just… he’s been acting a little strange. That’s all.”

              “Strange? You sure?” Johnny chuckled. “Is he a criminal or something?”

              Jaehyun dropped his pen at the mention and cursed as he bent down to pick it up. He knocked his head against the table and yelled “FUCK!!” and earned a very angry stare from the librarian.

              “Jaehyun?” Johnny called out for him as he tried to crawl out from under the table and the shame. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

              “No.” he muttered. “I’m not fine.”

              “What’s wrong?”

              “Can you promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

              “Of course.”

              Jaehyun looked around and leaned closer to Johnny. “What if I told you that our dear student president, Mr Kim Doyoung, is hiding a big secret?”

              “Like…what?” Johnny made a face at him.

              “Like big, like national security big,” Jaehyun gestured in the air. “Something illegal.”

              “You mean drugs?”

              “No, not just drugs.” Jaehyun put a hand to his mouth. “Murder.”

              Johnny stared at Jaehyun incredulously while he told him what happened the night before, how he saw Doyoung arrive home with a mystery man and their mysterious conversation. “Then he just pulled down his jeans and his ass by the way, his gorgeous fine ass, was in my face and they just start fucking in the kitchen!” Jaehyun almost flipped the table as he went on and on.

              “What is in this coffee you’re drinking?” Johnny lifted Jaehyun’s cup. “I think two cups a day is the limit for you.”

              “You don’t believe me?” Jaehyun pouted.

              “I’m sorry but I’m pretty sure there’s a logical explanation for all this.” Johnny shook his head. “Doyoung has way too many things to do on top of his duties as president and his studies to be doing something like this. You know him, you’ve seen the hard and good work he puts on this campus. Heck I even went to a community kitchen with him once to help prepare meals for the sick, and Doyoung couldn’t even slaughter a chicken. He was too squeamish about it, and you’re telling me he can commit murder?”

              “Well I…” Jaehyun bit his lip. “Maybe…”

              “Just talk to him. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for everything.” Johnny said. “Meanwhile, you said you watched Doyoung get his ass fucked?”

              “Oh now hang on a minute that’s…”

              “Did you get hard?” Johnny smirked. “I bet you did.”

              “I…” Jaehyun blushed. “That is not the point.”

              “Now it makes sense why you’re so invested in impressing Doyoung and wondering about Doyoung and coming up with scenarios about Doyoung being a murderer. You like him, don’t you?”

              Jaehyun stood up and grabbed his books and papers. “I need to go and see Professor Lee about this assignment.”

              “Okay.” Johnny made a face, trying to hide his smile. “Have a good time.”

              “By the way, if you say this to anyone, I’ll tell Taeyong about the time you “accidentally” forgot to feed his fish and one of them died.” Jaehyun glared at him before he stormed away.

 

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              Think logically Jaehyun. Think. There must be some rational, reasonable explanation for all this. You’re an engineering student on a scholarship for Pete’s sake THINK!!!!

              Jaehyun knocked his head against his desk as his hands slumped by his sides. He lifted his head up again and saw the words he scribbled in his notebook. Doyoung. Mystery man. Dead. Wanted Man. Double Crossing. Drastic solution. Doyoung. Doyoung’s arms. Neck. Shoulders. Hips. Legs. Waist. Thigh. Ass. Cock. He drew angry red lines all over, making it look like a conspiracy board in the making. He circled it a few more times before scribbling the words CRIMINAL.

              No way. Doyoung the student committee president? The man who championed for healthier lunches in the cafeteria, petitioned to remove the head of the Biology department because he was abusing his students and raised money for the animal shelter? Kim Doyoung who was loved and admired by his students. Him? A criminal?

              It’s not… impossible. He was smart, so it would be just like him to come up with clever schemes and figured out how to cover his tracks. He was very detail oriented and was a stickler for following the rules, so maybe he was also a psychopath. He was a busy man with a busy schedule and was all over the place, so you could never catch him. He could be doing something illegal and no one would know.

              He pulled out his laptop to type “HOW TO TELL IF YOUR ROOMMATE IS A HOT SEXY CRIMINAL” into Google, but then he pressed delete and shut it off again. I’m losing my mind, maybe I need to go for a walk.

              Doyoung wasn’t home so he decided to do some sleuthing. While Doyoung said no to entering his room, he didn’t say anything about ransacking through his stuff in the common area. Jaehyun searched through the kitchen cabinets, the fridge before moving onto the living room. He saw Doyoung’s laundry out on drying rack on the balcony and decided to search through them.

              “Oh my god.” Jaehyun gasped when he found a shirt with red stains in the basket next to the washing machine. He held it up to his nose to sniff it, but he couldn’t smell anything. It could be paint, but the colour was too similar to blood. Jaehyun fumbled through his other laundry to see if there were other clothes with a similar stain. There were none.

              A bloody shirt. Holy shit. Jaehyun’s hands shook. What is Doyoung really up to?

              Jaehyun took a deep breath and curled his fists. For the sake of my safety, and for the peace of the world, I must find out who Kim Doyoung really is.

 

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              You see, no amount of googling is going to help you figure out how to unearth your roommate’s secret evil identity and what are the legal repercussions of it. Jaehyun was broke so he couldn’t afford a lawyer, so he decided he had to do it the old school way: break into Doyoung’s room.

              “I’m sorry Doyoung.” Jaehyun muttered as he slowly turned the knob with the spare key Doyoung had given him for emergency. “But this is for national security.”

              Jaehyun was slowly building a case against Doyoung. He noticed that Doyoung came home late every Thursday and Saturday night, around 3 to sometimes 4am. Every time he came home, he would drink a glass of wine, clean up and go to bed. The mystery man never reappeared again. Each time he came home, he was wearing a different outfit, sometimes it would be an all-black outfit with a turtleneck (it gave Jaehyun wet dreams for at least two nights) or sometimes it would be a rock T-shirt with no sleeves and ripped jeans, but Jaehyun’s favourite (don’t tell Doyoung that he has one) was his loose, sleeveless tee where Jaehyun could make out the muscles in his arms and see his well formed chest through the sides.

              Bloody clothes were often found in his laundry, mostly on shirts and sometimes on socks. He overheard Doyoung talking in his room to someone on the phone, mentioning the words “suicide”, “Ricky”, “gun” and “mortuary” several times.

              Jaehyun was about 99% certain that Doyoung was a criminal. Not just any criminal, but a dangerous, smart and evil one, and for some absolutely fucked up reason, the thought of it makes Jaehyun horny 100% of the time. The thought of Doyoung arriving home with a gun in his pocket, blood on his shirt, his eyes clouded with adrenaline and power makes Jaehyun want to get on his knees, pray for forgiveness and suck his dick for his life.

 

              “You shouldn’t have seen me like this Jaehyun.” Doyoung ran a hand through his long hair that has been framing his handsome face. “You’re in too much danger.”

              “Wh…what does this mean?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes wide in horror.

              “It means,” Doyoung stepped toward him. “I’ll have to kill you.”

              “I’ll do whatever you want.” Jaehyun said.

              “Whatever?”

              “Anything.”

              “Good.” Doyoung pushed him on his knees. “How good are you at sucking cock?”

 

              Jaehyun couldn’t decide what was more fucked up. The fact that he was living with a criminal, or he was dreaming of fucking said criminal. It had been a long time since he had sex but at some point, excuses like these don’t really work as well as they used to.

              Jaehyun stepped inside Doyoung’s room and as expected, the room was spotless. His bed was neatly made, his penguin and alpaca plushie sitting at the food of his bed like guardians of the room. “Sorry fellas.” Jaehyun mumbled, locking the door behind him. “I won’t be here long.”

              There was nothing much on his desk to inspect so he opened the drawer, looking through some random objects such as lotion bottles, receipts and notebooks. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He checked under his pillow and reached under the bed. He found a box underneath it and found that it was locked with a password.

              “Damn.” Jaehyun bit his lip. “Let’s try 1,2,3. Or 2,7,8 or maybe 1,2,7.”

              Then, Jaehyun heard the front door unlock. “Ugh yes I know.”

              “Fuck.” Jaehyun pushed the box back under the bed and scrambled around the room, trying to look for a place to hide. It was too late to escape the room, so he opened Doyoung’s closet door and ran inside, hiding behind Doyoung’s coats just in the nick of time as Doyoung entered his room.

              Back in the closet. How ironic.

              “Yes, I know.” Doyoung sighed over the phone as he stepped inside. “I know it’s difficult.”

              Jaehyun gulped thickly as he peered through the thin vents in the closet.

              “I’ll talk to the dean tomorrow about the choir club funds. It’s no big deal okay.” Doyoung said. “Just wait for me at the cafeteria around 3pm. We’ll sort this mess out.”

              Jaehyun checked his phone in his pocket. 3pm was only half an hour away.

              Doyoung took off his backpack and sat down on his bed, sighing in exasperation. “I’m so stressed.”

              Jaehyun felt bad for Doyoung. Doyoung must be going through a lot, both at school and outside of it. Get your shit together man, he’s a criminal!

              Doyoung laid down on his bed, scrolling through something on his phone. Jaehyun felt his heart sink to his feet. Was Doyoung going to just lay there for half an hour until his next meeting?

              It felt like eons as he stayed hidden behind the coats. Then, he heard a rustling sound as Doyoung got off the bed and reached under it to pull out the box that Jaehyun couldn’t open. Jaehyun stood on his tippy toes to peer through the vents as he saw Doyoung key in 2,0,7 and unlocked it.

              Was it a gun? Secret documents? Passports? Money?

              No. It was a giant dildo.

              “I miss you.” Doyoung sighed, holding the dildo fondly. “You’re going to help me out today?”

              Oh no. Oh fucking no.

              Doyoung placed his phone opposite him while he placed the dildo on the floor. He cleaned it up with wet wipes and shimmied out of his clothes, standing stark naked in his room. Jaehyun’s eyes trailed across his beautiful, naked figure, finally seeing his slim waist, broad shoulders and perky nipples. His beautiful, sculpted cock hung between his legs while he turned sideways, the curve of his ass making Jaehyun’s mouth water and Jaehyun junior seemed to want to join in on the fun as well.

              Doyoung took out some lube as he got back down on the floor. Jaehyun couldn’t see what he was doing from this angle, but he could hear the bottle cap open and the squelching sound of something wet. Doyoung hummed softly, his moans slowly building up.

              “Fuck…” Doyoung moaned. “Ha….ha….ah….”

              Jaehyun watched with panic and fascination as Doyoung pleasured himself with the plastic dildo, chasing his high while he stroked himself, his perky ass bouncing on the plastic cock while he moaned louder. It was only then he noticed the red circle on Doyoung’s phone did he then realize Doyoung was filming himself.

              What the fuck? Doyoung is filming himself masturbating!!

              Hang on, if I can see Doyoung filming himself, that means I’m on the shot. FUCK!!!

              Jaehyun sunk back through the coats, the hair on his arms standing in attention like his stupidly hard cock when he thought about Doyoung finding out he was IN THE CLOSET watching him masturbate. He was already breaking so many rules: breaking and entering into his room, ruffling through his clothes, sneaking through his belongings, spying on him and now he was just filmed standing there in the closet watching him ride that plastic cock like he was at the Kentucky derby.

              “Shit!” Doyoung gasped as he came all over the floor, jerking himself off as he rode his orgasm out. “So good.” He mumbled.

              Jaehyun was sweating profusely inside that tiny closet. He waited for Doyoung to clean himself up and open the door. Then, he quickly dashed out of the room and ran back to his room and locked the door.

              “Fuck.” Jaehyun was a sweaty mess in his hoodie, forehead glistening with sweat and down his back as his entire body was still pumping with fear and adrenaline. He looked down at his jeans and cursed.

              As if his life wasn’t already hard enough.

 

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              There was a lot of rain, and a lot of thunder. It was like the beginning of a horror film and for some reason, Jaehyun had a premonition that he was going to die today.

              He had no classes and the café was closed for renovations, and he couldn’t leave his apartment due to the storm. He submitted Professor Lee’s ridiculous assignment so there was really nothing urgent to do. He looked down at his notebook that was titled “Criminal Kim Doyoung” and read through the notes that he made inside of it. He was locked in his apartment with a dangerous criminal on a stormy day. You don’t have to be Alfred Hitchcock to know that someone always die in a setting like this.

              “Jaehyunnie?” Doyoung knocked on his door and peered in. “I’m making some hot chocolate, do you want some?”

              “Yeah.” Jaehyun gulped. “That would be nice.”

              “Come outside and have them.” Doyoung said. “It’s warmer in the living room.”

              Well, if Jaehyun was going to die, at least his last drink was hot chocolate.

              Jaehyun watched as Doyoung made two cups of hot chocolate and handed one to him. He watched Doyoung take the first sip before following up with his own. The smooth, chocolatey drink felt like heaven going down his throat. “This is delicious.”

              “Thanks,” Doyoung smiled as he adjusted his glasses. “My mom used to make them for us during thunderstorms, she said it would warm up the body.”

              “Yeah, a downpour like this is kind of scary.” Jaehyun said, looking out at the dark sky.

              “I like it.” Doyoung shrugged. “I like the sound of rain and the feel of the air after it rains. It’s very refreshing.”

              “True.” Jaehyun smiled.

              “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to hang out much.” Doyoung said. “As you can tell I have been really busy lately.”

              “It’s okay.” Jaehyun chuckled nervously. “I’m sure you have something very important.”

              “It is.” Doyoung nodded. “Maybe one day…”

              The sound of thunder came crashing upon them, loud enough to crack the windows and the lights went off. “Oh my god!” Jaehyun snapped his head up, darkness surrounding the apartment.

              “I just texted the RA, most likely a fuse snapped because of the thunder.” Doyoung said. “We should have electricity back soon.”

              “What luck.” Jaehyun mumbled to himself. “I’m going to die today.”

              “We should stay close to each other. It’s kind of cold in here.”

              “Yeah.” Jaehyun said nothing as Doyoung came close to him. He smelled good. Really warm and woodsy.

              “Jaehyun?” Doyoung asked.

              “Yeah?”

              “Do you…” Doyoung trailed off. “Not like me?”

              “What? No.” Jaehyun turned to him in the dark. “Why would you say that?”

              “Well I know we don’t talk much, and people said that you thought I was strange.”

              “Well I mean…” a slow wave of guilt washed over Jaehyun. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just… I have never lived with or met anyone like you so it was all very new to me.”

              “Is that why you probed around my stuff?”

              “What?” Jaehyun scoffed. “I never did that.”

              “So you never hid in my closet and watched me masturbate?” Jaehyun could feel Doyoung’s eyes watching him like a predator through the dark. “You’re telling me that never happened?”

              “I…. uh….”

              “Jaehyun, I filmed your head moving inside my closet in that video. I saw you with my own eyes.”

              “How did you…” Jaehyun’s voice caught in his throat. “And you didn’t… stop me?”

              “Maybe I didn’t want to stop. Maybe I wanted you to watch me.”

              Jaehyun felt Doyoung’s hand crawl up his arm to pull it apart so that it could wrap around Doyoung’s body. Doyoung felt so small and warm in his arms, like he could bend over and snap at any moment. His scent was so sweet and warm as he felt Doyoung’s ears hover over his.

              “I know you have been watching me, looking out for me when I come home, digging around my stuff.” Doyoung’s hot breath sent shivers down his spine. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

              “I should be asking you that question.” Jaehyun said. “You have been hiding something from me, haven’t you?”

              “Why does it matter?” Doyoung asked. “Does it turn you on?”

              Jaehyun didn’t need to see Doyoung to know he was wearing a smirk on his face. “It does, doesn’t it? It does turn you on.”

              “S… stop it…” Jaehyun whined but he didn’t stop Doyoung from running a hand across his chest.

              “You saw me the day I bought Jinyoung home. He saw him fuck me, wishing it was you yourself, didn’t you?” Doyoung whispered into his neck. “Tell me Jaehyunnie.”

              “Yes.” Jaehyun whimpered pathetically.

              “Well you’re not the only one.” Doyoung said, pulling Jaehyun’s hoodie up to stick his hand underneath. “That night, I wanted you to be the one fucking me.”

              “That’s why you didn’t stop me.” Jaehyun let his arms pull Doyoung closer into his arms until he was straddling, his hands resting on his lower back to pull Doyoung’s thin hoodie off. A flash of lightning streaked across the dark sky, illuminating the living room and Jaehyun could see that Doyoung was wearing that shirt. That thin, sleeveless shirt that was the feature of his wet dreams for a few nights. “Fuck. Doyoung.”

              “You like it?” Doyoung smiled. “Wanna fuck me in it?”

              “Yes.” Jaehyun ran his hands up Doyoung’s back, feeling the smooth, strong muscles under his fingertips and digging into them while Doyoung pulled up his hoodie. Doyoung pressed his lips against Jaehyun, almost melting in his arms as Jaehyun’s tongue entangled with his, his hands reaching to cup Doyoung’s firm ass.

              “Such a naughty boy.” Doyoung mumbled. “You broke all my rules just to fuck me, didn’t you?”

              “Yes.” Jaehyun whispered. “I’m…s…sorry…”

              “Save your apologies for later, let me give you what you have been waiting for.” Doyoung pulled down Jaehyun’s shorts and freed his already hard cock from his boxers. “Or rather, what this fellow has been waiting for.”

              “Jesus Doyoung…”

              “So pretty.” Doyoung pushed Jaehyun to lie on his back while he bent down to give his sensitive tip a kiss. “Bet it tastes good too.”

              Jaehyun’s eyes roll back into his head as Doyoung took the tip in his mouth and the sensation continues until Jaehyun could feel his tip touch the back of Doyoung’s throat. He tried his level best to stay still and not move while Doyoung worked his magic, not wanting to hurt him. This was unlike anything he could have ever imagined, or rather he did and this exceeded his expectations by a mile.

              “You’re clean right?” Doyoung asked, stroking Jaehyun as spit dribbled from his mouth onto Jaehyun’s cock.

              “Yeah.” Jaehyun said. “A little too late to be asking after you have my dick in your mouth.”

              “Temporary lapse of judgement.” Doyoung giggled. “I was just too eager.”

              “Doie…” Jaehyun gasped when he felt the tip of his cock circle a sensitive opening “Are you sure? I…Holy fuck…”

              “Don’t worry, I prepped myself.” Doyoung sank down slowly. “I wanna feel all of you.”

              “Doyoung…please…fuck…”

              “Shit you’re so big…” Doyoung moaned as he adjusted himself. “Jaehyunnie…”

              “You’re so tight.” Jaehyun reached for his hand. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

              “Don’t worry about me.” Doyoung rested his hand on his chest, circling Jaehyun’s nipples as he started to twirl his hips. “Oh fuck this feels good.”

              Doyoung slowly built up speed as he lifted his hips and sank back down. Jaehyun placed his hands on his waist to support him while Doyoung took control, riding his cock faster and faster, chasing his orgasm. “Oh shit oh fuck,” Doyoung whimpered. “There, right there, so close.”

              “I’m close too.” Jaehyun groaned. “Doie I can’t…”

              “Come in me please.” Doyoung moved faster and the sound of skin slapping throughout the living room was enough to make Jaehyun come. If only it wasn’t so dark, if only Jaehyun could see Doyoung’s beautiful face as he came.

              Jaehyun came a few seconds later, releasing his seed in Doyoung’s warm cavern and Doyoung followed shortly after, dribbles of hot cum landing on Jaehyun’s abs. Doyoung slowly rode out his orgasm, bending down to press their sticky, sweaty bodies against each other as he kissed him.

              The lights started coming on again and this time, Jaehyun could see Doyoung and holy fuck was he beautiful. His almond eyes glistening at him, cheeks flushed and pink and his lips red from all the kissing. His hair was a mess and a thin layer of sweat stained his neck, his shoulders and even his chest. His shirt was a mess and stained with come, and somehow Doyoung was the most beautiful person Jaehyun has ever met.

              “Doie…” Jaehyun cradled his face. “That was so good.”

              “It’s a shame to only do it once.” Doyoung chuckled. “I don’t think it should end like this.”

              “I think so too.”

              “God.” Doyoung stood up shakily, pulling his shorts up. “That was not how this was supposed to go.”

              He went to the kitchen and opened a drawer. Jaehyun panicked when he heard a click and started pulling his shorts up. Oh my god this is it, this is how I die. Mama I love you, Papa I love you, Johnny you’re a son of a bitch but god I love you too…

              “Here.” Doyoung handed him a piece of paper. “I was going to invite you to this.”

              It was a flyer. On it wrote EMK PRODUCTIONS PRESENT : ROSLYN AND DECKER, THE MUSICAL.

              “What’s going on?” Jaehyun scratched his head.

              “I’m going to be in a community theatre musical at the end of the month.” Doyoung shuffled his feet around. “I’m playing Decker, a father of two and loving husband, but also a member of a dangerous mafia.”

              Hang on a minute. The silence of the moment passed as the gears in Jaehyun’s brain shifted.

              “You’re in a musical?” Jaehyun stared at him. “That’s what it was? The blood on your clothes, the mentions of guns in your phone calls?”

              “That wasn’t blood, that was red paint, and I was just rehearsing my lines for the show.” Doyoung said.

              “Then… who is Jinyoung?”

              “Jinyoung is my theatre director.” Doyoung said. “We messed around a few times but it’s not serious. He’s fucking at least half of the dancers in the musical.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry you caught us. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

              “That’s… why it’s just…” Jaehyun finished forming his line of thought and laughed loudly. So loudly in fact that he fell on the floor, gripping his belly because it hurt so much from laughing. Doyoung stood there staring at him, a mixture of confusion and hurt on his face. “What’s so funny? Is the fact that I’m in a musical funny to you?”

              “No no of course not.” Jaehyun hurried to console him. “No it’s not, I think it’s amazing. It’s just that…” he shook his head. “You will never believe what I thought your big secret was until now.”

              So he told him everything, how he thought Doyoung was a criminal and how he found the clothes, the secret notebook he kept and how he thought Doyoung was going to kill him. Doyoung stared at him in shock. “You thought I was a murderer?”

              “I did.”

              “That’s ridiculous.” Doyoung rolled his eyes. “If I was the murderer, I would have never left my clothes here, and I would have poisoned you with the hot chocolate instead of riding your cock.”

              Jaehyun stared back at him in horror and now Doyoung was smiling. “I’m kidding. I’m not a murderer you nutjob, though I can’t say I haven’t thought about it, especially after what you just told me.”

              “I know, and I’m sorry, I guess I let my imagination get the best of me.” Jaehyun breathed. “It’s a relief to know you’re not a killer, or I would have to find some way to hide you so that your pretty ass doesn’t wind up in jail.”

              “Nice to know you have my back.” Doyoung laughed. “Does that mean you will come to my musical?”

              “Of course, on one condition.”

              “What?”

              “When the rain stops, let me take you to dinner.” Jaehyun smiled. “My treat.”

 

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A FEW MONTHS LATER

              It turned out that Doyoung was hiding the fact that he was doing musicals because he was worried his friends in college would make fun of him for being a theatre boy. Those fears were elated when Jaehyun, Taeyong, Johnny and a few of their close friends went to see his musical and he was absolutely marvelous. Doyoung played Decker so well, embodying his cruelty and violence in the mafia, but also his dedication and loyalty to protect his family. By the end of the musical Jaehyun was crying harder than anyone else in the theatre.

              Jaehyun didn’t want his roommate, sorry boyfriend, to feel like he had to hide his passion for musical theatre, so he urged Doyoung to try out for the college theatre club, reassuring him that no one would make fun of him for being good at something. “I think they will love you even more. Just be yourself.” He told him, and sure enough, he made the club and no one made fun of him for it.  

              “Oh my god.” Jaehyun clutched his chest when he saw Doyoung arrive home dressed like a priest. “Father forgive me for I have sinned.”

              “Shut up, it’s just my costume.” Doyoung laughed. “I’m supposed to be playing a vampire hunter priest. Do I look scary enough?”

              “Oh terrifying.” Jaehyun smirked. “I’m quaking in my boots.”

              “You’re horrible.” Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Stop it.”

              “I’ve been a bad bad boy,” Jaehyun made a face. “I need to be punished daddy Doyoung.”

              “It’s Father Doyoung.”

              “Whatever.”

              Doyoung glared at him. “Go to your room, I’ll deal with you later.”

              “Will you come and rid my body of demons by blessing me with your holy water?” Jaehyun teased one more time.

              “It’s not as sexy as you think Jaehyun.”

              “Fine.” Jaehyun shrugged. “You’ll still come to my room right?”

              Doyoung kissed him gently. “Don’t I always?”

Notes:

if this is how this upcoming nct comeback is going, i have a feeling we are going to be in trouble 😳 that being said, I wanted to write something funny, just to make you all smile and laugh hopefully at least once in this fic. Do leave kudos and comments below if you like it! Thank you all so much!!