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The first thing Youngjae noticed when he woke up was the pale morning light filtering through the curtains around his bed. Apparently he’d forgotten to close the room’s blackout curtains when he went to bed. He and Junghwan had installed them because their bedroom windows faced east, and the morning sun could be a lot, especially for two people who tended to stay up til dawn and then sleep equally late. Youngjae didn’t think he’d quite made it to lunchtime today, but it was definitely later than he usually got to sleep.
Today was a precious day without schedules or practice, thanks to Dohoon winning a bet with their performance director the day before. Youngjae would have preferred to roll over and go right back to dreamland, if only to make the most of this rare opportunity, but unfortunately his bladder had other ideas. He pushed back his covers with a sigh and then felt around on the floor with his feet until he managed to locate both of his slippers. When he pulled back his curtains, he saw that Junghwan was asleep in his own bed. Well, he assumed it was Junghwan. The person in the other bed was rolled up like a pillbug under the plaid blanket, and the only part of them that was visible was a wild tuft of dark hair.
At least Youngjae didn’t have to wait to use the bathroom he shared with Dohoon and Jihoon. They’d both gone to their respective parents’ homes the night before, and their bedroom and the attached bathroom were dark and quiet. When Youngjae emerged after relieving himself and brushing his teeth, Hanjin was standing in the door of the bedroom he shared with Kyungmin. Hanjin had his coat on and a bag slung over his shoulder, and he looked like he had been up for hours.
“Good morning, Youngjae-hyung.”
Youngjae yawned and managed a wave. “Good morning, Hanjinie. Are you heading out?”
Hanjin nodded. “I have a Korean lesson, and then I’m meeting a friend for lunch and shopping. I’ll probably be out for a while.”
“That sounds fun,” Youngjae said. “I guess Kyungmin already left for school?”
Hanjin giggled. “Hours ago. Manager-hyung drove him. Hyung was in a good mood, too. He’s also getting a holiday today. He said he’d be back tomorrow morning.”
“Well, have a good time with your friend. I think I’m going back to sleep.”
“Is Shinyu-hyung still sleeping, too?”
“Yeah, I think he got back late from his sisters’ apartment last night.”
Hanjin nodded. “I’ll be sure to text when I’m on my way back.”
“Okay?” Youngjae was a little confused, but too tired to ask why. Hanjin waved to Youngjae and then headed for the front door. Youngjae heard the chime of the lock opening as he headed back to his bedroom.
Back in his own room, Youngjae considered closing the blackout curtains but decided to leave them as they were. It wasn’t too sunny today, and if he remembered correctly, it was supposed to rain later. The winter days were already so short that it seemed a shame to miss what daylight there was. Then he shuffled over to Junghwan’s bed, kicked off his slippers, and tried to ease himself under Junghwan’s blanket
“Youngjae?”
“Make room, hyung,” Youngjae whispered, nudging Junghwan with his elbow. Junghwan made an undecipherable noise, but he also shifted nearer to the wall so Youngjae could slide under the blankets beside him. Once Youngjae was settled under the covers, Junghwan slung an arm around Youngjae’s waist to pull him closer. “Missed you,” Junghwan mumbled.
Youngjae finger combed Junghwan’s unruly hair out of his eyes so he could better see his boyfriend’s sleepy face. “Whose fault is that? Why did you sleep over here?”
“Didn’t wanna wake you since it was late.”
“Hmm. Did you have a good time with your sisters?”
“They scolded me for not bringing you. I think they like you more than me.”
“You know that’s not true.” Though it was fair to say that Junghwan’s nunas had always been extra kind to Youngjae, even before Junghwan and Youngjae had started dating. “My brother says hi, too.” Youngjae had stayed at the dorm because he wasn’t feeling well, and he’d ended up having a long FaceTime conversation with his brother.
“He doesn’t want to beat me up?”
Youngjae tucked himself a little closer to Junghwan. Junghwan always ran a little warmer than Youngjae, and it was so snug that Youngjae wanted to go right back to sleep. “Noooo. He’s not like that, you know him. He was just surprised when I first told him about us. It took him a little while to get used to the idea, but it’s all okay now. You should join us the next time we have a meal together.”
“Next time,” Junghwan promised sleepily. And that was the last thing Youngjae remembered before he fell back asleep with his boyfriend wrapped around him.
💙
Youngjae woke up for the second time to the sound of rain and the gentle brush of fingers in his hair. When he opened his eyes, he found Junghwan looking at him fondly. Junghwan still looked soft and rumpled with sleep, but he was much more awake than he had been earlier, when Youngjae crept into his bed. “Good morning, baby.”
Youngjae felt himself flush at the pet name. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the syrup in Junghwan’s voice when he used it. “Watching me sleep can’t be that interesting.”
“I was appreciating how perfect you look in my bed,” Junghwan said. Youngjae rolled his eyes, and that only seemed to increase Junghwan’s amusement. “How are you feeling?”
“So much better than yesterday,” Youngjae reported. As he’d suspected, it hadn’t been a real illness, just general exhaustion. Too many nights of burning the candle at both ends.
“I’m glad.” Junghwan leaned forward to drop a kiss on Youngjae’s forehead, followed by a lingering kiss on his mouth. “You’re not allowed to get sick, you know.”
“Noted,” Youngjae said, dragging Junghwan closer for another kiss. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon, I think. It’s awfully quiet.”
“That’s because no one else is here. Kyungminie’s at school, and Hanjinie went out, and Sungje-hyung has the day off. And Dohoon and Jihoonie said they wouldn’t be back until tonight.”
“So we have the dorm to ourselves?”
The eager note in Junghwan’s voice made Youngjae chuckle. “I’m beginning to think you have a one-track mind, hyung.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t think the same thing,” Junghwan tipped Youngjae onto his back and then settled himself between Youngjae’s legs. With their bodies pressed together in this fashion, it was impossible for Youngjae to miss Junghwan’s morning wood pushing against his thigh. “Wouldn’t it be a waste not to enjoy it?”
Youngjae didn’t disagree. He let his eyes drift close as Junghwan began to kiss his neck. It was so easy to forget his daily worries when Junghwan’s weight was pinning him down and his touch was making every one of Youngjae’s nerves sing. Then Youngjae had a sudden horrifying realization, and he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Oh my god.”
Junghwan froze. “Is something wrong?”
“I just figured out why Hanjin told me he would text when he was coming home. He totally knew we were going to have sex.”
“Well, it’s not like it’s a secret that we—” Junghwan didn’t finish his thought because Youngjae shook his head emphatically.
“I’m still pretending the maknaes don’t know anything, thank you very much.”
“Youngjae, I adore you and I will agree with whatever else you say, but you have to admit the members definitely know that we, uh, do things.”
Unfortunately, Junghwan was right. There were times when Youngjae felt like he was walking around the dorm with a neon sign on his forehead that read, “Shin Junghwan made me orgasm last night.” It hadn’t taken long for his and Junghwan’s physical relationship to escalate once they’d managed to confess their romantic feelings for each other. Early innocent kisses had quickly developed into heated makeout sessions, and before long, they’d started doing things with their hands and mouths that Youngjae blushed to remember. Still, while it was one thing to give (or receive) a handjob or blowjob in the dark of their bedroom—they managed to be mostly quiet—Youngjae had steadily refused to be properly fucked for the first time in the dorm when they were only separated from the other members by the paper-thin walls.
(Junghwan had been privately joking about using his leader privilege to rig the roommate situation for their next overseas trip, if Pledis was too cheap to spring for individual hotel rooms again. Youngjae was one hundred percent in support of this idea.)
Junghwan went back to what he had been doing, and Youngjae went back to luxuriating in the moment. He caught his breath when Junghwan added the gentle nip of his teeth to the hickey that he was probably sucking onto Youngjae’s collarbone. “The make-up artists are going to notice.”
“They haven’t said anything yet,” Junghwan pointed out, which wasn’t a denial. Which was true: their very professional staff had just raised their eyebrows and dabbed on extra layers of concealer to cover his suddenly frequent “mosquito bites.” It hadn’t escaped Youngjae’s notice that Junghwan was a little obsessed with leaving marks, especially on Youngjae’s neck and thighs. Apparently his boyfriend was a possessive fuck. Youngjae couldn’t bring himself to mind, because it definitely went both ways.
One by one their sleeping clothes came off, and they kicked away their covers, until they were both naked on the bed in the gray light of a rainy winter day. They usually stole these moments together in the middle of the night, with only the dim light of a bedside lamp to cut the darkness, and Youngjae wasn’t used to being so seen. Junghwan ran a reverent hand along Youngjae’s side, and the purposeful touch made Youngjae shiver. He felt utterly exposed and utterly safe under Junghwan’s intense gaze.
“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” Junghwan muttered, more to himself than to Youngjae. Youngjae could have said the same, drinking in the sight of Junghwan over him, with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Junghwan’s cock was fully hard and flushed red, and Youngjae wanted every bit of it, but he still wasn’t ready to ask for it. Not yet.
(Youngjae had done some educational research on the internet—with VPN and a private browser, of course—and he was a little overwhelmed by what he’d read and seen. He’d told Junghwan that he wasn’t ready to go further yet. Junghwan had just smiled and said, “There’s no rush.” He’d also expressed a willingness to be on the other end of the arrangement, which was an intensely carnal mental image that Youngjae had filed away for later. For now, Youngjae was quite sure that he wanted to be fucked. He just wasn’t sure exactly when.)
Junghwan bent down to take Youngjae’s cock in his hand and mouth, and it only took a couple pumps of Junghwan’s hand to make Youngjae moan. At first he tried to muffle it in his arm, and then he remembered there was no one but Junghwan to hear him. So he let himself babble about how good it felt, and Junghwan rewarded him by taking him deeper.
After a little while, Junghwan pulled off, probably to give his jaw a break, and took the opportunity to look up at Youngjae with innocent eyes. “You’re very cute when you’re needy.”
Youngjae wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t kick Junghwan’s side lightly with his heel. “Stop being a tease.”
“Can I try something? Just tell me if you don’t like it.”
Youngjae wondered at Junghwan’s vagueness, but he also trusted that Junghwan had a good sense of his hard boundaries. He nodded and then watched as Junghwan leaned over to the side to rummage through his bedside table. After a little while, Junghwan emerged triumphantly with a familiar bottle of lube. He set it down next to his pillow so he could roll Youngjae onto his side to face the wall and arrange his legs just so. Youngjae would never acknowledge it out loud, but he was terribly weak for the way Junghwan sometimes manhandled him in bed. Junghwan had definitely figured that out at some point, too. He patted Youngjae’s ass and said, “Just stay like that and look pretty.”
So Youngjae stared at the wall and waited. He heard Junghwan pop the cap off the lube bottle, and he bit his lip when Junghwan smoothed the slippery liquid over his inner thighs. They were already tender from the way that Junghwan had been gripping them as he blew him, and Youngjae could guess what might be coming next. His suspicions were confirmed when Junghwan curled himself around Youngjae like a comma, slotting his hard cock into the narrow space between Youngjae’s legs.
The first thrust left them both wrecked. Youngjae knew Junghwan was big from all the times he’d struggled to fit Junghwan’s cock in his mouth, but this was something else entirely. Feeling Junghwan’s hard cock pushing between his thighs, the way it rubbed against the underside of Youngjae’s own weeping cock—it was all enough to make Youngjae a little crazy. He cried out Junghwan’s name and instinctively ground back against Junghwan for more. Junghwan was happy to deliver, and Youngjae dimly registered that Junghwan was gasping filthy things in his ear as he rutted his hips forward again and again.
“God you’re so tight and perfect. Feel so good and hot around me. Bet you’ll be even tighter when I get to fill you up someday.”
It was mind-meltingly pleasurable, and Youngjae was tantalizingly close, but it also wasn’t quite enough to push him over the edge. The mix of bliss and frustration was close to torture, but Youngjae had just enough presence of mind left to recognize what he needed. He clutched at one of Junghwan’s hands to get his attention. “Let me—”
Junghwan immediately paused. “What do you need?”
What Youngjae needed was to roll onto his front. His limbs felt like jelly, but he summoned enough strength to push himself onto his hands and knees. He was too shy to look at Junghwan’s face but he managed to say, muffled only slightly by the pillow under his face, “Like this.”
Junghwan cursed and then he scrambled into position behind Youngjae. A fresh coat of lube went on Youngjae’s legs and Junghwan’s cock, and then Junghwan was fucking between Youngjae’s thighs again. Youngjae sobbed at how much better it felt, overwhelmed by the steady slap of skin on skin. Each thrust felt so much more forceful than before. It wasn’t long before Youngjae’s arms gave out under him, and only Junghwan’s hands on his hips were keeping his ass up at all.
Junghwan grunted as he pulled Youngjae back even harder onto his cock. “Fuck, look at you taking it so pretty. You’re incredible.”
“I’m so close,” Youngjae pleaded. “Need you to touch me.”
Junghwan didn’t make Youngjae wait. He reached around Youngjae’s waist and wrapped his long fingers around Youngjae’s cock. One, two, three pumps, and then Youngjae was shivering through the hardest orgasm of his life. He collapsed onto the bed, unfortunately landing on his own puddle of cum. Ah well, it was an unavoidable hazard of certain activities.
Youngjae realized that Junghwan hadn’t come yet. “Give me a minute,” Youngjae mumbled into the mattress.
“You don’t need to do anything, baby.” Then Youngjae heard the unmistakable wet sound of Junghwan jerking his own cock, soon followed by Junghwan’s hissed curse as he came on Youngjae’s heaving back. Youngjae wasn’t going to manage to get hard again any time soon, but his spent cock still gave a tiny twitch of interest when he felt the warm spatter on his skin.
Junghwan dropped to the mattress next to Youngjae, looking quite smug. Youngjae turned his head so he could give Junghwan a stern look. “Someone’s a little territorial.”
“You’re not going to convince me that you didn’t like it,” Junghwan said. He kissed Youngjae soundly. “You can mark me up as much as you like, too.”
Youngjae wasn’t admitting to anything out loud, though the truth was probably written all over his face. Instead he said, “I need a nap now.”
“The last time I let you fall asleep like this you regretted it later.”
“That’s because things were sticking to me.”
Junghwan ran his finger through the mess on Youngjae’s back, probably mostly to make Youngjae blush. “Here’s a better plan: shower, clean clothes, and then we cuddle in your bed.”
“Are you going to feed me at some point too? We should also do laundry before everyone else gets home.”
“Whatever you want, love.” He drew Youngjae close for another kiss. “Whatever and everything you want.”
💙
When they finished their shared shower—which they miraculously managed to finish with minimal foolery—it was still raining hard, so they decided to get lunch delivered. The gukbap they ordered took most of an hour to arrive, and they used that time to shove Junghwan’s bedding into the washing machine. They spent the rest of their wait curled up together on the living room couch, kissing each other simply because they wanted to, not because it needed to lead to something more.
After their meal, they moved the freshly washed bedding to the dryer, and then Youngjae finally got his longed-for nap. This time Junghwan crowded into his curtained bed, and they fell asleep with their legs tangled together as the rain beat on their windows.
When Youngjae woke up for the third time, it was so dark that he couldn’t tell if the storm had gotten worse or if they’d successfully slept the day away. Junghwan was still snoozing cutely with his mouth open, so Youngjae slipped out from under the covers as stealthily as possible to avoid disturbing him. The dorm was quiet and empty. Youngjae had checked his phone. It was half-past 4, and there was still no message from Hanjin indicating he was on his way back. Youngjae hoped Hanjin wasn’t unnecessarily camping out in some cafe with his friend to avoid third-wheeling his hyungs back at home.
Youngjae was drinking some water when he remembered they’d left Junghwan’s blankets in the dryer, so he went to retrieve them. When he emerged from the laundry area, he nearly walked into Kyungmin, who had apparently just gotten home. He was still in his school uniform, and he was rifling through the refrigerator in search of snacks.
“Oh, Kyungminie, you’re back. How was school?”
“Great!” said Kyungmin cheerily. He grabbed a couple tangerines and then closed the refrigerator door. His gaze landed on Youngjae’s armful of clean bedding. “Isn’t that—oh.” He smirked. “You and Junghwan-hyung have been doing a lot of laundry lately.”
Youngjae felt himself turning red as he sputtered, “Why you—”
“I’m gonna go study for my CSAT now. I’ll have my headphones on!”
Youngjae returned to his own room, speechless. He dumped Junghwan’s clean blankets on his bare mattress. Junghwan could make his own bed later. Then he climbed right back into his own bed and pulled his comforter over his head.
“Is everything alright?” asked Junghwan, all soft and drowsy.
“Don’t ask me,” Youngjae grumbled from under the covers. “I’m going back to sleep.”