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“I wanted to choose you.” Hyunjin whispers as they quietly close the door to Chan’s room.
Chan’s breath catches, but his head gets caught in his vest at the same time. He struggles to pull it the rest of the way off his body, but once he does, he chuckles awkwardly, folds it gently, and places it down on the end of the bed. He turns his full attention towards Hyunjin, who has remained quiet since his confession. Chan doesn’t say anything, but he watches Hyunjin as he leans up against the door, deep in thought, stuck in his own head.
“Hyunjin?” Chan says eventually, prompting him to look up. “You would have chosen me for what?”
Hyunjin sighs, mellow and sweet. “For the pepero game.” He clarifies. “I wanted to choose you.” He sighs again, trying to hide his disappointment with an exasperated laugh. “But Jisung got to you first.”
Chan’s heartbeat spikes. He takes a pointed step forward.
“You were gonna pick me?” He asks with a soft teasing tilt to his voice.
Hyunjin scoffs. “Is that so hard to believe? You are my boyfriend.” The jealousy burns hot in his heated gaze. It makes Chan’s traitorious cock twitch.
He takes another pointed step closer to Hyunjin.
Hyunjin doesn’t look away as he continues. “I was feeling brave.”
Chan keeps walking now, drifting slowly towards him, approaching him as if he were a skittish animal about to flee. Until he finally has Hyunjin trapped, pressed up against the door. He leans forward, right into Hyunjin’s space.
“You wanted to kiss hyung in front of all those people, huh?” Chan’s eyebrows raise in a sweet taunt as he poses the question.
Hyunjin shrugs like the question means nothing.
“Jisung got to kiss Minho last weekend. Figured if they could get away with it, so could we. But you were too busy making out with ⅔ of 3racha to pay attention to me.”
Chan chuckles, leaning in to leave a sweet kiss on Hyunjin’s pouty bottom lip. But the little brat moves his head to the side just before he makes contact and Chan’s lips land on his cheek instead. He sighs into the cheek kiss.
“May I remind you that you’ve kissed Binnie two weekends in a row now?”
Hyunjin huffs, “That’s not the same thing and you know it.”
Chan leans back so he can look directly in Hyunjin’s eyes.
“How is that not the same thing?”
Hyunjin squirms away from his gaze and tries to wriggle out of Chan’s arms, but Chan pins him back against the door with both hands either side of his head and one knee pressed firmly between his legs. Chan valiantly pretends not to hear the way Hyunjin moans as he grinds his knee up against Hyunjin’s rapidly hardening cock. But he’s reeling about it inside. He can’t quite believe how visibly worked up Hyunjin is over this. Hyunjin has never been one for jealousy before. It was usually one of his darker traits.
But he backs down a little bit, because despite how turned on they both clearly are, communication is important, and Hyunjin has things he wants to say.
“I only kissed Binnie on the cheek last weekend and it was over so fast today it barely counts, you’re the one-” Hyunjin finds his fire again, poking his long, beautiful finger directly into Chan’s sternum, “-who practically had both Jisung and Binnie’s tongues down your throat today.” He finishes with one final, overly dramatic puff of air in Chan’s face as he makes one more valiant effort to escape Chan’s hold.
But Chan won’t let him go that easily. He drives his knee harder between Hyunjin’s legs and waits for him to squeak out the weakest false protest. But not even that comes. Hyunjin’s in too deep, he simply sinks lower into Chan’s knee and keeps his head down.
“You sound jealous, baby.” Chan notes carefully, grabbing Hyunjin by the chin and forcing him to look up.
Hyunjin growls, a sweet feral little sound that rumbles up his chest and out his throat.
“I’m not jealous.” He snarls like a wild animal baring its teeth.
Chan hooks a finger in Hyunjin’s mouth and tugs on his teeth.
“You sure about that?”
Hyunjin’s eyes darken but he doesn't reply with words, he simply sucks on Chan’s finger, nipping him with his teeth until he bites down a little too harshly and Chan hisses. Chan knows better than to remove his finger now so he lets Hyunjin continue sucking.
Hyunjin has never really been capable of coherency when his mouth is otherwise occupied, his will to fight back wanes the longer he keeps sucking, all he seems capable of doing right now is drooling all over Chan’s finger and letting out desperate little whines as he humps Chan’s leg like the sweet baby boy Chan knows he is at his gooey core.
Chan finds it harder and harder to resist riling him back up. So he pulls his finger from Hyunjin’s mouth and spins him around, forcing Hyunjin’s head into the door as he starts ridding them both of their pants.
“You gonna be a good boy and let me fuck some sense back into you?” Chan asks, hot mouth against Hyunjin’s ear as he grinds his now naked lower half against Hyunjin’s bare ass cheeks.
Hyunjin arches his back and leans back into Chan’s already leaking cock.
“You sure you wouldn’t rather be fucking Jisung? Or Binnie? Or both? You seemed to be enjoying yourself a little too much today. Almost turned you into a whiny bottom from what I could see. Maybe I should be the one sticking my cock in you.”
Chan pushes forward, trapping Hyunjin more firmly into the door, pushing his cock between his cheeks and sucking on his ear lobe as he growls.
“I don’t want Jisung, you little brat.”
Hyunjin goes to interrupt- Chan pops open a bottle of lube he apparently pulled out of thin air.
“-I don’t want Changbin either.” He says before Hyunjin can speak the thought into existence.
Hyunjin cries out the moment Chan slides one slick finger past his rim. He slides it in and curls his fingers just right which forces a noise so deep and guttural it erupts from Hyunjin so violently it makes him see constellations.
“I want you, Jinnie.” Chan strikes again. Hyunjin screams. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”
Hyunjin shakes apart in his arms. His voice is slightly muffled against the wood. But Chan knows what he’s saying even if he can’t hear it.
But the thing is, he still just really wants to hear it.
He needs to hear it.
Chan wraps his fingers in Hyunjin’s wavy hair and pulls his head up and back so he can look at him. The angle is harsh, but it does the job.
Hyunjin’s glare has softened into a sweetness that makes Chan’s heart flutter and his cock harden further.
“You’re mine.” Hyunjin cries in a desperation that wasn’t there before. A vulnerability Hyunjin has never shown slips through the cracks and Chan knows he needs to soothe the burn before it spreads. He leans forward to kiss the sweetness back into Hyunjin’s lips.
“Yes baby,” he whispers into his mouth, “I’ve always been yours. Just like you’ll always be mine.”
Chan seals the vow with a final kiss as he lines himself up and sinks deep inside.
They both groan into each other's mouths. But Chan finds the words first.
“Tomorrow we’ll show the world who I really belong to.”
Hyunjin whines and deepens his arch.
“Promise?” He asks, with a bite to his kiss-swollen lip. The little shit knows how to get exactly what he wants and he isn’t afraid to use it.
Chan laughs and thrusts deeper inside.
“Yeah, Jinnie, I promise.”
He fucks inside so good and so deep that he has Jinnie coming all over the door as he too feels his legs grow weak with climax.
They both stumble over to the bed and snuggle up under the covers.
Hyunjin giggles tiredly as he snuggles into Chan’s neck, “they’ll be writing fanfiction about us for years to come once I’m through with you tomorrow.”
Chan falls asleep with nothing but giddy joy in his heart. He always did like to save the best till last.