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“Hello?” Two knocks and it still meets with silence. Seonghwa stand in front of the door awkwardly, looking around searching for any sign of other people in this town around with his hands fitted into thick cleaning gloves and comfy clothes.
It’s the annual cleaning day in this town where they held it once every 2 months and he saw his new neighbor last month, moving their items inside the empty landed house.
The man didn’t talk much, just nodded as a greeting to him and refused his generous offer to help carried the items.
Seonghwa is definitely not someone that wanted to push people around so he doesn’t linger back then, quietly introduced himself and pointed that they live close to each other, separated by two houses.
It was a shame to be honest because Seonghwa saw him as someone who’s around his age and he doesn’t have much friends here, only got to know the elderly couples and sweet grandmothers.
He’s also disappointed with the lack of good first impression because Hongjoong is definitely a beautiful being, even when he huffed and puffed his chest, drenched in sweat when he moved the big boxes alone into his house after refused Seonghwa’s help.
Something inside him wanted to make himself much more presentable to meet the other again after a month but it has to be the cleaning day. Where Seonghwa didn’t give effort on his choice of clothes and just ruffle his fluffy soft hair without any styles.
He took a shower, have some breakfast and bolt out from his house, not wanting to be late for the important event.
Until one of the elderly told him that he should ask the new guy in town to join hands too and they can get to know each other. It’s a small town, barely above 100 people and everyone knows each other.
So heart pounding in his chest, he agreed and walked to Hongjoong’s new place.
But now he didn’t know whether the pretty guy is present at the moment because he had knocked three more times and no one comes out.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he knocks one more time and reassures himself that he would leave after it got unanswered again.
But the luck might be in his side when the door slowly opened and fuck, he’s so fucking pretty.
Seonghwa swallow harshly at the sight of the other, Hongjoong is bundled up in an oversized t-shirt, paired with a short pant, revealing a smooth skin of milky white skin, free from any flaws and oh—
His big eyes stares into him in confusion, his lips pursed and his small dainty hands clasped on the door handle, as if he’s ready to close it the moment Seonghwa open his mouth.
He can’t have that now.
So clearing his throat, Seonghwa bows and gestures behind him with his gloves hand.
“Hello, Hongjoong-sshi. I’m sorry for disturbing but we have an annual cleaning day every 2 months and today is the day. The elderly asked me to bring you there so you can get to know others too.”
Seonghwa praises himself to be able to talk into it steadily. He waits for the others response patiently and Hongjoong straightens his back and raises his hands.
The taller’s jaw drops once he was greeted with—is that a sign language? Oh my god, he can’t hear him?
Hongjoong keeps signing a random hand signs to him that Seonghwa didn’t know how to interpret it.
“Uh—oh, you can’t talk—are you deaf?”
Hongjoong nods his head and Seonghwa stares in confusion because how did he heard him if he’s deaf?
Oh wait, he can read lips of course. So backing away from the door, Seonghwa bows slightly.
“I’m so sorry, I’m not aware—I’m sorry to disturb you then. Have a good day, Hongjoong-sshi.”
“Alright, you too.”
Seonghwa whips his head back and gasps out loud, “you dipshit—”
Hongjoong closed the door right in front of his face, didn’t even let him to insult him further because the audacity of this fraud?
He lied about being deaf and mute?
How dare him.
Seonghwa still can’t believe what happened, he froze on the spot with his eyes widen and his jaw drops. If Hongjoong was his friend or something, it might have been funny.
The thing is Hongjoong might do that to avoid cleaning day, to avoid Seonghwa and people in town. And that’s unacceptable, because why would he acted like that?
All of his daydreams about the small guy disappeared from his mind and was replaced by a baffled feeling.
He can’t believe Hongjoong would go that low, he can’t believe the other would do that.
Fuming in anger, he stomped on his ways and leave the other’s place after glaring at the door one last time. When he arrived back with the others, they asked him about the new guy in town and Seonghwa felt bad lied about him being sick and couldn’t join them.
He hate that he has to lie on behalf of that guy because who the fuck does he think he is? Putting Seonghwa in a position like that?
But it’s not like he knows. Sighing heavily, he’s determined to teach the other a lesson tomorrow and reprimanded him of his act.
What’s so bad about going out and greet the elders and join them with the community bonding time? It’s fun and these people were nice, they shared homemade cookies and shared food while also traded some stuffs.
Seonghwa love people in this town and it was weird how Hongjoong didn’t seem to want to make effort into befriending them. At least, befriended Seonghwa.
He asked around and got to know that Hongjoong didn’t even show up anywhere in this town, nobody knows what he’s up to and nobody seems to get to know him either with the way he was closed up against everyone.
So Seonghwa swore to himself to fix that tomorrow.
Tomorrow becomes next week because Seonghwa got busy tending to his university application. He had waited for this very moment to continue his education, leaving his current job behind after years.
He’s not too fond with customer service job, he just keep up with it because he need a job and a place to keep up to. His parents had left him alone when he was still relatively young, died in a big accident in the city of Seoul and he was left alone after that. The kind neighbors were the one who looked out for him, took great care of him until he was big enough to care for himself.
All of his life was in this small town, he never stepped out further than this. So he got excited thinking about moving to the city, finally pursuing what he wanted.
He loves art and creation, long to work surrounded with art and he wanted to dive deep into it too. He saved enough, it can give him enough time to survive before he had to find another part time job in the city.
Seonghwa will know the result next month but he’s already thumping in anticipation, wanting to know whether he got accepted or not.
And all of those excitements and nervousness made him forgot about seeing his neighbor again.
Kim Hongjoong.
He can feel himself grimace at the thought of the other and remembers now that he had to confront him again after what happened because he can’t let that slide. He just can’t.
But it doesn’t stop him from putting extra work into his appearance this time though. He took a somewhat long shower, cleaning himself thoroughly and used half of his strawberry scent soap, all homemade given by his other neighbors.
He put a nice clothes, a long sleeve t-shirt that hugged his frame not too tight and not too loose, paired with a comfy joggers and white socks.
It’s a mixed of comfort and still presentable to be outside and it’s not like Hongjoong lives far from him anyway.
So brushing his long hair, he chose to tie it into a simple pony tail, a cute little short tail at that just to keep his hair out from his face.
He pauses in front of the mirror and thinking to himself whether it’s a bad idea to put some cherry lip balm on.
Well, it’s not like he had anything to regret to so grabbing the small tube, he swipes the balm on his lips carefully, the faint color bloom prettily on his lips, making it appear plumper and fuller.
He smiles in satisfaction upon seeing his face this time and quickly leave his house.
He glances around the quiet town, glancing to his phone and the clock shown as 9PM, most of the people in this town would go to bed now and it’s a good time for him to confront the others without causing commotion and bring others unnecessary attention into this.
Nodding to himself, he quietly walks in his sandals straight to Hongjoong’s place, taking a deep breath when the familiar front door come into the view.
He got hesitates for a few seconds before shrugging and knock into the surfaces.
Silence, and that was expected.
But Seonghwa is nothing but persistent so he knocks three more times, crossing his arms around his chest and then he heard some movement inside before he straightens and fix his expression.
The door opened again and this time Hongjoong look at him unimpressed, seemingly in a bored expression and Seonghwa didn’t like that.
It ticks him off because he was the one who should feel annoyed by the other, not him.
Hongjoong stares at him expectantly and Seonghwa scoffs, “you don’t have to pretend to be deaf or mute now, you can definitely heard me just fine.”
This time it pulls some reactions from Hongjoong, the other look surprised at the snarky remarks and his eyebrows shoot up.
Seonghwa refused to back down so he stares back at him, waiting for the apologies to come but Hongjoong simply stand there and look fucking pretty.
He’s in a casual clothes again but it worse, now that Seonghwa let his eyes roam on the other’s figure.
Motherfucker this man had forgo his pants, letting the oversized shirt covered his small frame and the hem went past his thighs, barely covered it fully too.
Seonghwa is aware now that his ears are reddening, his face feels warm because why the fuck didn’t Hongjoong wear a fucking pants now? Is he that comfortable in his place?
“As much as I want to keep pretending, you don’t seem the type to want to see that happen again after last time,” his eyes snap back to Hongjoong’s face and he look away bashfully when Hongjoong seems amused by his reaction.
Even his tones laced with some teasing.
So clearing his throat, Seonghwa hugs himself tighter, “that’s not very nice of you, Hongjoong-sshi. Lying to me is one thing, but you also unintentionally made me lied in front of others too when they asked for you.”
Hongjoong tilt his head in confusion, a small frown marred his face and Seonghwa wants to wail in sadness when he saw that. He hates that frown now, he doesn’t want Hongjoong to ever frown like that, it doesn’t suit him at all.
“What do you mean, Seonghwa-sshi?”
Seonghwa sighs and let his hands fall on his side, brushing the strand of a loose hair away from his forehead, “they were the one that asked me to bring you out for the cleaning day because everyone wanted to get to know you. You’re new here. But thanks to your—consideration, I have to lie to them that you were sick and can’t join us back then,” he replies sternly and Hongjoong chuckles, the voice tickling Seonghwa’s ears.
“And how is that my fault then? I didn’t ask you to lie for my behalf now, didn’t I?”
The taller gawk at him because what?
“And you’re not so bright either, Seonghwa-sshi. You’re the one chose to believe me being deaf after I answered the door that you knocked, and let it slide again after you asked me whether or not I was deaf, not mute.”
Hongjoong covers his mouth when he laughs, the eyes turns into slits and he shakes his head, ready to close the door again when Seonghwa gapes at him like a fish, “if you want my apology then I’m sorry, I was just too busy last week and can’t be bothered to make—friends. Well, have a goodnight, Seonghwa-sshi,” Hongjoong grabs the handle again and push the door but Seonghwa push against it, stepping closer to him that Hongjoong got staggered back in a step.
“Wait—are you kidding me?” Seonghwa stares at him in shock and annoyances, because how can one person would act this arrogant when they were just wanted to be nice to him?
But Hongjoong just look back at him in challenge, the door still separates them slightly but Seonghwa keep his hand on the surface, “what? Did I not make myself clear, Seonghwa-sshi? Is that too hard for you understand?”
“What is there for me to understand? That you don’t feel slightly ashamed of yourself or guilty at all? That you acted all high and mighty in front of us?”
The smaller furrows his eyebrows, frowning deeper and open the door wider again, “what the hell are you talking about? It’s a damn joke, get over it.”
Oh, that’s not—
Seonghwa grit his teeth and lean closer, barely keep the space between them.
“And it’s not funny. Don’t you understand? I want you to apologize properly to me and the elders too. I want you to come out from your cave for the next cleaning day, introduce yourself properly to them. This is a small town, Hongjoong-sshi. Everyone knows each other,” Hongjoong rolls his eyes and Seonghwa sputter because did he said the wrong thing?
“Oh spare me from the nagging please, I didn’t come here for those. I came here for inspiration and quietness, preferably undisturbed too,” Hongjoong countered back and Seonghwa was pushed back by the response.
Hongjoong look at him up and down before smirking, he lean his body against the doorframe, “besides, is it hard to admit that you just want to fuck me after dolling yourself prettily for me now?”
Seonghwa chokes on his spit, hands wild in movements to defend himself because how in the fuck hell that Hongjoong can see right through him like that?
“I-I don’t—what the hell—”
“Please, you’re not so subtle, Seonghwa-sshi. Why don’t you just admit it?”
The taller can’t get his words out, too stun when Hongjoong made it clear that he knows, he knows that Seonghwa fancied over him.
He knows that Seonghwa out effort into his appearance for him, he knows Seonghwa got a crush on him, he knows.
And Seonghwa feels sick.
“I—I’m not—”
Hongjoong sighs and straightens his back, he turns his body and his hand was pulled away from the doorknob, leaving Seonghwa still gasping behind him.
He look over his shoulder with the door opened in invitation and smirk on the taller’s face.
“Well? The door is open, what are you waiting for?”
Seonghwa is really not bright at all because he didn’t need any more words to step inside Hongjoong’s place and close the door behind them.
“You’re so fucking annoying.”
“I know—ah, just like that—fuck me right there, yes—”
“Your arrogance—fuck, it pissed me off.”
Hongjoong throw his head on the pillow, moaning loudly when Seonghwa circle his hips tightly against his ass, fucking deeper into him. His hands scratched on the taller’s naked back, both of their bodies damp with sweats even though Hongjoong had lower the air conditioner temperature.
They bathed in warmth and pleasure, covered in lube and messy cum, this is their second round and the clock strikes on 11PM, they shouldn’t be this loud when it’s close to midnight but damn, Hongjoong couldn’t keep himself shut when Seonghwa fucks him way too good.
He seems like a damn virgin, but he certainly fucks like a pro, hips probably already bruising his ass and thighs but he can’t complain when Seonghwa gives it to him so good, folding him into different kind of position just to plow deep into him, giving him the right pleasure.
And god, this is what Hongjoong truly need after stuck in a long writer blocked, he came here to keep himself out from the busy city of Seoul and to find inspiration.
He shouts profanities when Seonghwa’s hand touch his cock in a fast strokes, pushing him into his third orgasm tonight and he mewls on the bed, arching his back when cum is forced out from his throbbing dick, spurting the liquid messily on his stomach and chest before he falls on the bed again.
Hongjoong whines when Seonghwa didn’t stop, both of then were too dazed and drown in lust, he didn’t ask Seonghwa to use any protection and he feels so satisfied with the fullness now.
The feeling of Seonghwa fucking his own cum into him is madly turning him on.
“This—this is what you want, aren’t you? Coming into my place and—holy fuck, you’re so deep—a-and fuck into me multiple times—” Hongjoong moans when the thrusts become faster and harsher, his rim feel thoroughly abused, swollen and opened by Seonghwa’s ridiculously engorged cock.
Thick and fat cock fill him to the brim and Hongjoong feels himself drool on it.
He heard Seonghwa groan out loud above him, plunging deep inside before he slaps his asscheeks and spread it, pushing his cock deeper as if he wants all of it inside, with his balls too.
Hongjoong hiss at the way his muscle got pulled but he didn’t push Seonghwa away, he lay there and let Seonghwa have his way with him.
It’s a win-win situation for both of them either way.
He sighs in relief once Seonghwa comes for the second time, filling him up with warmth and he squirms at the fullness.
His stomach has a small bump and he whistles lowly when he saw it, “damn, you really let out your sexual frustration inside me. That’s a lot of cum, Seonghwa-sshi,” he said playfully, rubbing on his own side when Seonghwa pulls out.
The other didn’t say any words, he just look around the room for a while before getting up, leaving Hongjoong on the bed alone.
Hongjoong didn’t bother to ask him so he laze around on the bed, rubbing on his stomach gently and entertaining himself with the thought of his stomach takes the cum.
A lot of what ifs, and certainly not a real thing. But as a writer, he tend to imagine things deeply even if he knows well enough that no men can conceive, they don’t have the same part as what women have.
He got startled when the bed dipped and Seonghwa’s face comes into the view. The other still didn’t say anything, just quietly cleaning his body from the sweat and cum.
He pauses when he saw Hongjoong’s hands rubs on his stomach before he shakes his head and gently move the other’s hand away before he pushes on the bump, gently press on it to let the cum drips out easily.
Hongjoong hums and purr like a satisfied cat, lazily spreading his legs and let Seonghwa clean him properly. He scoop out all the cum, went back and forth pressing into the bump and wipes the cum off with the bundle of wet tissues and a napkin that he had found somewhere in the bathroom.
The smaller feels close to sleep, his eyes dropping and closing dangerously, wanting to sleep immediately after having a satisfied full body workouts with his new neighbor.
But he can’t let Seonghwa see his vulnerable state, not yet—oh god, he’s so sleepy.
The last thing that he remember before he gave up and went deep into sleeping was Seonghwa’s guilty face after he place a soft kiss on his forehead. He remember fumbling blindly on the bed, finding Seonghwa’s warm hand and squeeze in comfort.
“Tomorrow.”
They will talk about it tomorrow.
And of course, tomorrow turns into next week again and the next thing Seonghwa knows is it’s his final day in this small town. He packed everything inside his bags and got a lot of packed foods, other necessities that the people in this town gave to him and he let himself cried when he hugged them good byes one by one earlier.
He’s going to miss his town so much, as much as he feels heavy and sad to leave this place, he has to.
He had got what he wanted, the result came out nicely and he got a good place in a university of his second choice. He’s ready to pursue his dream and he’s ready to breathe into the Seoul city for the first time.
“You already put everything inside the car, baby?
Seonghwa smiles when he heard the soft voice, turning his head to greet his boyfriend, funny how he didn’t even think to call Hongjoong as his months ago.
“Yes, everything’s inside. We can go now,” Hongjoong smiles at him and bows towards the elders, shaking their hands and gave side hugs.
“Hongjoongie, take good care of our Seonghwa, alright? He’s a good guy, please treat him well,” Hongjoong smiles warmly at them and nods.
“I will, you have my promise. Please take care of yourself too.”
Who knows that 4 months after their first sexual encounter, so much things changed and Hongjoong opened up to the people in this town?
He told them about his intention when he came to this town, he told them about wanting to find an inspiration for his writings and Seonghwa still remembered how he had blushed so hard when Hongjoong grabbed his hand in front of them and said how he had found it.
He found his inspiration in a small town, he found Seonghwa.