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“—Is that the teddy bear from the set?” Jeno laughs in disbelief at the beige clump of fur swallowing half of Haechan’s room.
It's his turn to sleepover at Haechan's today, but he's not sure how the sleep is supposed to happen with a large stuffed bear occupying the whole bed.
“Maybe,” Haechan shrugs noncommittally, diving face-first into its softness. “Maybe not.”
“Did you steal it?” Jeno throws him an amused look.
“What?! Of course not!” Haechan lifts his face from where he had buried it in the depths of the teddy’s arm, scandalized. “I would never!”
Jeno stares at him.
“I just asked the Noonas there if I could take it with me.” He whistles innocently, “Very nicely.”
Jeno huffs, shaking his head fondly as he flops right on top of his devious boyfriend.
“You’re heavy.” Haechan whines.
“You’re impossible.” Jeno snuggles in.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Jeno giggles, a soft, sweet sound. “I’m lucky to be loved.”
…
To Haechan’s absolute dismay, the bear is too large to bring along on his world tour. It’s too big of an inconvenience, and there’s just.. no way to lug it from country to country.
So, it winds up in Jeno’s room.
Haechan steals all his pillows instead, huffing that he needs something to hug to sleep, and Jeno’s pillows are the next best thing. He used to bring a smaller stuffed bear whenever he had to go on tour, but he had cleared out all his smaller toys to make room for Haechan Junior, which he cannot bring along, and the other option of his boyfriend is not available. Hence, the pillows.
"Treat it well." Haechan harrumphs. "Think of it as Haechan Junior."
Jeno chuckles, rolling his eyes fondly as Haechan chucks his pillows into his suitcase. "Do you want my blanket too?"
"Nah." Haechan pouts. "Too heavy."
He digs out a hoodie from the bottom of his luggage, throwing it away to make more space for the pillow. Jeno catches it easily, folding it neatly.
"Done!" Haechan claps his hands, showing off his zipped luggage.
Jeno laughs.
“...Call me after work.” He whispers, fingers curling around the base of Haechan’s shirt.
“I will.” Haechan assures, pecking him before pulling him into a big bear hug.
Jeno melts into it, unusually quiet, and they stay standing just like that, buried in each other’s warmth, carving the shape of each other into their embrace until their manager knocks softly on their door.
“Call me.” Jeno says as he pulls away, and Haechan laughs, ruffling his hair.
“Aigo, I will, I will~”
…
He does not, in fact, call Jeno after work.
Reason number one being that he’s usually too tired after schedules to call. Reason number two being that flying halfway across the world means that their time zones won’t exactly overlap. They’re both exhausted from shoots and dance practices everyday, schedules packed to the brim this year, so Haechan doesn’t want to disturb what little sleep Jeno can probably get. As for reason number three… may very well be the biggest reason of it all— It’s fun.
Sue him, but Jeno’s reactions are just so.. entertaining.
After the first few strings of texts, there’s the inevitable row of sulking emojis and stickers. Haechan just knows the man is pouting wherever he is, grumbling and cursing him out for not keeping his promise. Maybe he’s whining to Jaemin, maybe he’s complaining to Renjun. Maybe it’ll get to the point Doyoung eyeballs him into texting his boyfriend back there and then.
Look, Haechan knows he isn’t being the ideal boyfriend, but he can’t help it. Jeno gets so much clinger when he finally gives him attention again, pouts so cutely when he’s upset, and he finds himself wanting to do it again because it’s Jeno.
"I waited all day." He whines, and god, Haechan can hear the pout in his voice.
He laughs, cooing sheepishly. "Aigo, you're so cute."
"You said you'd call me after work." He sulks in that adorable little tone. Jesus, Haechan's cheeks hurt from how much he's smiling.
"My work just ended." He grins.
"Yesterday!" He whines, huffing. "You didn't call me yesterday,"
See? He's so cute. Haechan's can't resist screenshotting the video call.
...
"...and Mark was just laughing! I swear-"
Jeno chuckles from the other end, voice crackling a little through the speaker.
Haechan hears him yawn.
"Sleepy?" He coos. "Aigo~"
"Mn," He grunts, eyes probably already closed.
"Sleep well, my baby~" Haechan purses his lips, waiting... one, two--
"Don't go yet."
He grins, chest warming.
Another reason he likes to tease him. Jeno just gets so much needier, huffing adorably at Haechan as he threatens to slice his neck off if he doesn’t stay five minutes more.
Haechan was always going to stay the whole hour and more, but it's nice to hear Jeno want him.
Though, The Link does gets a little crazy this year. Being in two groups with colliding schedules leaves him almost no time to even rest adequately. Though, it does allow him to meet his boyfriend every few days, even though he's whisked away the moment their matching schedules end. He doesn’t even remember the last time he gamed with him, Taeyong, Johnny or Jisung.
Haechan had originally thought he’d have trouble sleeping because Jeno and Haechan Junior wasn’t there for him to cuddle, but it had proven to be a useless worry, with the way he knocks out cold the moment his head crashes into Jeno’s pillow.
All in all, it’s been a hectic few months, and Haechan’s a little disoriented when a week passes in a blur. He feels extra guilty this time, when he murmurs soft apologies into Jeno’s ear through the line. It’s been a four days of no contact from him after all, and he's never ghosted him that long before. Haechan’s not a complete asshole. He misses his boyfriend too.
There’s something about the relief of it as well, when the usual whine of complaints come, that even though he actually didn’t mean to this time, that Jeno thinks he’s just teasing him like usual, that he’s just pretending to be a horrible boyfriend, like he always does; that he reacts the same way, like he’s upset but also just happy that Haechan’s finally giving him the time of his day again, choosing to savor and milk it for all he can.
"Missed you." He hums, voice thick and husky with sleep.
"Missed you too." Haechan sends him a flying kiss.
"You worked hard today." Jeno smiles, soft around the edges, morning voice an octave lower than usual. "I'm so proud of you."
The words nestle in his chest, tickling his cheeks pink as he sinks further down into Jeno's pillow.
"You've worked hard too." He praises, "I saw the clips on twitter."
Jeno giggles, shielding his face bashfully.
"I'm excited to see your stage tomorrow." He deflects.
"I'm excited for tomorrow too." Haechan's heart thumps wildly in his chest. It's true. He's always excited for all his performances where all his hard work comes to fruiton, where he gets to meet his fans, where he gets to come alive on stage in front of thousands.
It's tiring, but it's so, so rewarding. Hearing Jeno's words only make him more pumped up. Adrenaline coursing through him as he imagines the roar of the crowd tomorrow after another great, dazzling show.
"...I'm excited to see you." He mumbles.
"Me too." He confesses, pressing his Iphone 14 plus close to his chest.
...
He does wind up calling Jeno more often. As much as he can.
It might be the mental toll the concurrent tours are taking on him, it might be the irrational fear that Jeno might tire of him one day, or even the guilt and him genuinely wanting to make up for it before the end of the year. But honestly? It’s probably the longing clawing apart his own chest from how much he misses his own boyfriend, Haechan surmises.
So when the opportunity arrives, he takes it.
They’re given one full day to rest or explore before they fly back the following morning. Haechan thinks better of it, eagerly paying for his own flight back as he packs his bags.
He even comes up with a brilliant plan to surprise his boyfriend (and prank him at the same time), getting everyone in on it. It takes a lot of whining and begging but Renjun, Jisung, Jaemin, Chenle and even Doyoung agrees to help out in the end.
The plan is simple— Jeno still thinks he’s coming back on Monday, instead of Saturday night, and it’ll stay that way. Jaemin, Renjun, Jisung and Chenle will distract him with Kimchi Jjigae while cute, lovable Haechan sneaks back into the dorm and… oh! Right! The teddy bear!
Haechan grins, mentally patting himself at the back for his genius thinking.
Grand Plan C: Cute, lovable Haechannie shall scare surprise his unsuspecting, adorable boyfriend from the best hiding spot in the world with a literal bear hug!
…
Grand Plan C faces a little difficulty.
See, while the idea of it had been great, Haechan hadn’t exactly taken into consideration how long the flight would take, how tired he would be flying out immediately after a three-day concert, and how long it would take to fucking de-wool the stupid teddy bear.
In hindsight, he could have co-ordinated it better, but hey, he did the best he could with the little time and energy he had. He could also have given up on trying to fit himself into the teddy bear and save himself thirty minutes of pawing enough wool out of the damned thing so he could squeeze his way in.
At least he succeeded.
He’s pretty satisfied with his handiwork actually, lying down in his upcycled bear suit.
He sends a heart emoji to Renjun, the agreed-upon signal that Jeno’s ready to be shipped home for the surprise of his life
...and promptly falls asleep.
…
“Mnnn…”
Jeno sways as he stumbles back into his room.
They had gone for drinks after dinner, Renjun suddenly craving... beer? It was a little strange too be honest, but he had needed the kick anyways, the burn down his throat refreshing. His vision swims a little as he ruffles around for something... hm, not this, not that either. Where was he? Ah, Renjun had been craving beer suddenly after malatang, and Jeno ended up drinking a little too much.
Then Renjun went to the bathroom and said that he wanted to go home, so here they are, but then he said he forgot something, his wallet? In the bathroom? So.. oh yes, this is the one. Jeno pulls it over his shirt, struggling a little as the hoodie catches around his ears. He tugs it a little further, nose buried under the collar, and grunts.
Haechan’s scent has mostly faded from it. He flops onto his bed without even pulling it the rest of the way down, sulking in a bundled heap as he rolls over to hug Haechan Junior.
“Mmn..?” His nose twitches.
The familiar smell of Haechan’s signature perfume is distinct, filling his nose.
Jeno paws his hoodie down, sniffing at the scent.
“Haechan…” He mumbles, climbing onto the bear. He burrows his face into it, arms and legs splayed out as he hugs the bear.
It's fluffy and nice. Jeno sinks into it, nuzzling his cheek against soft fur, but it's a little firmer than before. Jeno wonders if it's because he's drunk. The bear really does remind him of Haechan, and Jeno invariably thinks of their last video call— with Haechan whispering depraved things into his ear through the phone, promising him sugar spice and everything nice.
He grows hot, squirming on the bear as he imagines how Haechan would fuck him into next week when he finally gets back, or how Haechan would tease him like the menace he is, maybe ask him to grind his thigh, or hump this very bear so he can watch.
“Haa, uhn-!” Jeno colours, realizing midthought that he has been grinding down on the bear, mm no wonder he felt so good. Heat crawls up his neck, ears red and cheeks warm as he turns around to look, but there's no one in the room.
He turns back to the bear, head tilting as he thinks, except he's still not quite sober yet, so he ends up rutting down against the bear, rushed, flushed and desperate, moaning and whining Haechan’s name.
In all honesty, the man in question had woken up quite some time ago, (impossible not to, really, with a whole grown man collapsing onto him, and then humping him like a dog in heat) but just never found the opportunity to make his presence known. He's realizing how bad an idea it was to fall asleep because he always gets so sensitive when he wakes up, which is why he's always been careful when he fell asleep.
Except, maybe its not a bad idea at all, as Jeno rubs his crotch against Haechan's, and god, the friction is nothing short of delicious.
Fuck, Jeno humping his bear to the thought of him, getting off thinking about him, drives Haechan absolutely insane. Haechan wants to fuck him, reward him, spoil him rotten, but for now all he does is lay still, like a lifeless object, and allow Jeno to use him, ride him to completion.
Fuck, well, new kink unlocked, Haechan inwardly groans— he can't speak like he's used to, can't moan or whisper depravities into Jeno's ear, can't move and tease Jeno like he wants to, only able to lie there and take it. What a way to shut him up. Haechan's never been more turned on in his life.
Haechan can tell Jeno's getting close, from the way his pleas have increased- loud moans dissolving into quick, short gasps. His thrusts are erratic now too, slamming wildly, desperation dripping from his forceful grinds, and then he stops abruptly, whimpering as he jerks and shakes, fingers curling into the bear's fur as he trembles through his orgasm.
It's hot. So fucking hot in this stupid bear suit, even hotter with how worked up he's gotten.
Haechan knows how sensitive Jeno gets after an orgasm, knows that usually, it's to the point that sometimes, he even has to give Jeno some time to recover. Other times, he enjoys seeing the way Jeno jolts and squirms, hands trying to push him away, glassy eyes tearing up when it gets too much.
This time, he's impatient, pent-up, and embarrassingly close already, blood rushing in his ears, electricity crackling under his veins. He doesn't wait anymore, grinding up.
Jeno yelps, startled, but it tapers off into a moan, oversensitive.
Haechan flips them over, ripping off the head of the bear suit, and taking in lungfuls of air, finally feeling like he can breathe.
Jeno's jaw drops in disbelief, surprise and shock morphing into an expression Haechan wishes he had more time and mental capacity to pay attention to, but all he's focused on now is getting off, and the suit is boiling, he's sweating so much, the cotton and thick fur obstructing him from feeling Jeno properly, but it's soft and hot and Haechan's so wound up that it's enough.
He smashes their lips together as he comes, Jeno licking into his mouth eagerly. He tastes like alcohol, and not the good kind, but Haechan has missed this too much to care. Whatever, he'll make sure Jeno tastes of something else by the end of the night.
From the way Jeno is grabbing and clinging onto him too, Haechan knows it'll be one long, fun night.
…
“Haaa—uhn– ah-! ” Jeno gasps prettily, arching as Haechan fucks into him with wild abandon.
“Fuck,” Haechan curses, a shiver rolling up his spine. Fuck it all to hell. His dick is going to explode. It’s insane. He’s taken off the stupid suit, but it’s just as hot without it. His back is slick with sweat as Jeno claws down on it, jolting and moaning as he clenches down with each grind.
He won’t stop trembling , tender bundle of nerves swollen and raw from his recent orgasm, and Haechan loves the way he shakes like this, absolutely fucking delights in the way it makes him cry out when he presses in deeper, rubbing Jeno’s half-chub between their bellies, and nailing his oversensitive prostate.
There had been barely any need for prep.
Haechan was genuinely stunned when dipped two fingers in, and Jeno opened up easily, just like that.
"Thought of you." Jeno had panted into his ear, grinding down on his fingers as he moaned sweetly. "In the shower."
"When?" Haechan swallowed thickly, pushing a third finger in. Fuck. Jeno fingering himself to the thought of him, shuddering his name into those white tiles, cumming so hard his knees grew weak.
"This morning." Jeno whines as he crooks them just right. "Haa- And before- before dinner."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Haechan slams hips harsher at the memory, rabbiting his hips as he fucks the full force of his need into Jeno, fucks him so hard he rides up the bed.
“Haechan, chan, chan– ” He whimpers, shuddering through the waves of overstimulation, desperately grabbing and pulling at Haechan until he’s jerking, cock pathetically twitching, muscles flexing so hard Haechan tries to kiss the knot away from his brows. It must hurt, scratch that, it definitely does. Haechan knows his body like the back of his hand after all, but even through the sting and the searing burn, Jeno groans through it all as he hugs Haechan impossibly closer.
Like it’s a dream and the moment he lets go he’ll disappear.
“I’m not going anywhere, idiot.” Haechan nips at his lower lip.
Jeno doesn’t seem to hear him, rising off the bed, greedily licking into his mouth. Haechan can’t even scoff, mouth preoccupied with his needy pup, so he kisses him harder instead, bites his lip hard enough Jeno moans right into his throat.
I’m here. He shoves into Jeno’s tongue, hips slowing into a slow, filthy grind. This isn’t a dream. He puncuates with the sharp sting of his teeth. I’m really back. He bears down harder, molding himself into the curves of his lover as he grips harshly at long black strands at the nape of Jeno’s neck.
Jeno whines into him, frantic scrabbling finally easing into a firm grip around him, lashes fluttering as he melts into Haechan’s warm grasp.
Haechan rocks into him slowly, kissing him languidly. They catch their breaths, panting into each other, moving in sync, holding each other. Haechan groans, long and low as Jeno clenches perfectly around him, and Jeno swallows it down to the syllable, savoring every little part of him he can catch.
He grinds up against the soft give of Haechan’s belly, eyes rolling at how good it feels, shivering weakly. Haechan keeps at it, rolling his body in a way that has Jeno seeing stars , fucking him while rubbing him off in one fluid motion, and it’s no surprise really, when Jeno starts shaking visibly.
“C-close.” He whimpers, twitching involuntarily as he presses himself further into Haechan.
“Haa– shit, me too.” Haechan groans, thrusts loosening into rough, uncalculated shoves as he loses himself.
“Gonna– gonna cum, ah! Chan-! ” Jeno keens, shaking uncontrollably as he arches up.
“Come for me.” Haechan growls into his ear, and it’s all it takes. Hot thick warmth spurts onto their chests, filling the barest gaps between them. Haechan groans as Jeno locks up around him, squeezing him so hard his gut swoops.
His cock throbs in time with Jeno’s, thick, hot cum spilling into Jeno’s tight heat, pulsing in tandem, pumping him full.
Jeno jerks abruptly, oversensitivity hitting immediately, and Haechan curses as he stops mid-grind, burying his face into the crook of Jeno’s neck as his cock spurts out the rest of his load. Jeno whimpers, shaking, and his hole flutters so maddeningly, it milks out one last drop of cum.
They breathe into each other as they calm down, erections waning.
It's nice, just being inside of him like this, melting into each other in post-coital bliss. Jeno sighs sweetly into him, holding him close, and Haechan lets himself bask in the warmth, familiarity and scent of Jeno. God, he's missed this so much.
It's like all the tension bleeds out of him. He's never even known he was this wound up until now. He wonders if it's the same for Jeno.
Alas, the cooling cum between them starts to feel a little icky, shattering the fragile moment between them. Haechan wrinkles his nose, resigned as he shifts to pull out, but Jeno whines, ankles locking behind his back as he pushes Haechan all the way back in, punching out a wounded groan from them both.
“Don’t,” He squeezes out, goosebumps rising down his arms. “Please.”
“Hey,” Haechan softens, falling back into him.
“Don’t go.” Jeno pleads quietly, voice cracking slightly.
Haechan breaks, folding into him. He blankets his arms around him, encasing him completely.
“Okay.” Haechan promises, reassures. "I'm not going anywhere."
He kisses Jeno sweetly to prove his sincerity, hugging him with all the strength he can muster.
Fuck the clean-up.
They can stay like this a little more.
(Or a lot more. Well, fuck the clean up, like he already said.)
...He's glad he came home.
EXTRA:
“Next question! ‘When we go overseas, which member would I want to share a room with?’” Johnny reads.
“Who picked Jeno?” Jaehyun grins.
“Me!” Haechan raises his hand, beaming up at the little boy seated at his side.
“Why?”
“I need to sleep comfortably.” Haechan confesses. “It’s very comfortable when Jeno’s around.”
Johnny laughs, turning to said boy, “Do you feel comfortable?”
They share a glance.
“He hugs me a lot..” Jeno reveals teasingly, and it’s true.
Haechan does hug him a lot.
“But it’s not bad.” He smiles at the memory.
“Who did Jeno pick?” Jaehyun prompts, interested.
“I wrote Chenle’s name.” Jeno giggles.
“You picked each other!” Mark marvels.
Haechan’s betrayal is palpable, a dramatic flash of disappointment slumping his shoulders and curling his lips.
They laugh it off, and the show goes on.
But later, away from the scrutiny of cameras and outside eyes, a sulking Donghyuck marches into his room, a little raw around the edges, expression still a little too open and honest at that age.
“Room.” He declares, plopping down onto Jeno’s soft bed resolutely. “We’re sleeping together until you pick my name.”
His tongue is poking his cheek as he glares down at Jeno, as if daring him to disagree.
Jeno simply laughs, scooting back against the walls, and spreads his arms wide open.
The pout doesn’t leave his lips even as he dives into Jeno’s embrace, but there’s a satisfied hum as he cuddles closer, melting into those strong, sweet arms.