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Soobin was going insane.
A few months had passed since he and Yeonjun stopped talking to each other, yet Soobin couldn't stop thinking about Yeonjun. Or more specifically, touching him.
At first, Soobin had felt so awkward around Yeonjun that he could barely bring himself to make eye contact with the other, let alone casually touch him. Even accidentally bumping into Yeonjun was like being struck by lightning. Whenever they were together as a group, Soobin avoided physical contact with Yeonjun at all costs, skirting around the other man as if he were contagious. But that avoidance eventually developed into some strange fixation, and soon all Soobin could think about was the imaginary feeling of Yeonjun's skin against his.
Soobin didn't realize how often he touched Yeonjun until it was no longer an option. An arm wrapped around Yeonjun's waist or a hand resting on Yeonjun's thigh… even an affectionate bump of the shoulders was now off-limits. It made Soobin hyperaware of every action he took around Yeonjun, and it was driving him crazy. Soobin's body was a walking live wire, ready to spark into flames the instant that he and Yeonjun collided.
What was even worse, though, was the growing awareness of a deep and primal hunger stirring in Soobin's stomach. Yeonjun's presence began making Soobin's hands twitch uncontrollably as if he were an addict going through withdrawal. What had initially been a repulsion turned into an obsession, and Soobin found his eyes drawn to Yeonjun's bare skin whenever they were together. A glimpse of Yeonjun's tapered waist beneath his shirt during dance practice or the smooth expanse of his broad-shouldered back in the changing room made Soobin salivate like a feral dog, his gaze fixated on that honey skin until someone finally called his name and snapped him out of it.
It was becoming a problem, especially with how often Soobin and Yeonjun were in the same room together. There was no way Soobin could function like this, and the situation between them didn't seem to be improving any time soon.
Soobin tried to soothe himself by spending more time with the younger members. It wasn't hard to do since Soobin had developed a habit of ordering late-night snacks with the others after practice each night. He would gather around the living room table with Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai, letting his thigh or shoulder casually bump against another member as they dug into their food. Soobin tried to use their presence as a balm for that aching, touch-starved part of himself. But it wasn't the same because it wasn't Yeonjun. Nobody could replace Soobin's hyung.
Then, in a moment of weakness, Soobin stole Yeonjun's underwear.
Due to their busy schedules as idols, the group hired a professional laundry service that would do their laundry every week. Each member would put their dirty laundry by the front door for pick-up, and a few days later, it would be returned freshly cleaned. Soobin had just arrived home after a long day of work, and as he walked through the entrance hall, he noticed Yeonjun's dirty laundry sitting by the door. Yeonjun had also been out all day, filming something for his solo debut, so he must have put his laundry out early for the cleaners.
As Soobin stared at the laundry basket, his eyes were drawn to Yeonjun's trademark Calvin Klein underwear resting on top of the pile. It must have been recently worn to be so visible among the rest of the clothes. Maybe Yeonjun had even taken them off that morning before leaving for the day, swapping them for another pair of Calvin Kleins. Yeonjun had so many of the same pair that he would barely notice that one was missing, Soobin thought to himself.
Before Soobin could even register what he was doing, he had already snatched Yeonjun's dirty underwear from the laundry and shoved it deep into his pocket. Then Soobin continued into the dorm, as casual as ever. He even said hello to Kai and Beomgyu, who were sitting on the couch playing Tekken. Beomgyu invited Soobin to join them for a round, to which Soobin kindly declined before heading into his own room, shutting the door, and locking it securely.
Pulling Yeonjun's underwear out of his pocket, Soobin stared at the piece of fabric as if it were a hard-won prize. Without hesitation, Soobin brought the underwear to his face and buried his nose in it, inhaling the heady musk that was distinct to his Yeonjun-hyung. The smell of it made Soobin release a loud, almost obscene groan, and for once, he was glad that Kai and Beomgyu liked to play video games at max volume. There was no way Soobin could explain this to them if he were caught.
Yeonjun's scent made Soobin grow hard almost instantly, and with a wild, frenetic energy, Soobin shoved his hand down his pants and jerked himself off, his back pressed up against the door. Soobin came just like that, one hand wrapped tightly around himself while the other kept Yeonjun's underwear pressed to his face. As Soobin spilled into his fist with a choked moan, the depravity of his actions only briefly crossed his mind before being swept away by post-orgasm bliss.
The next day, Soobin wore Yeonjun's still-dirty underwear to practice. Something about it excited Soobin to no end—the knowledge that this venerated fabric, which had caressed Yeonjun's intimate parts only a day before, was now cradling Soobin in the same way. Since Yeonjun refused to approach Soobin, this was the closest that he could feasibly get to his hyung now. What Soobin didn't account for, though, was Yeonjun noticing.
While rehearsing the dance for their upcoming comeback, Soobin raised his arms above his head, and the waistband of his (Yeonjun's) underwear flashed in the mirror. Yeonjun noticed instantly—nothing could escape his hawk-like eyes when it came to dance practice—and he approached Soobin once the song ended.
"Soobin, is that my underwear?"
It was the first time Yeonjun had talked to Soobin in weeks. They exchanged curt nods and superficial greetings as required, but nothing of substance had passed between them since their fight several months prior. Soobin's heart swelled in his chest, and for a moment, he thought maybe it was a blessing that he had stolen Yeonjun's underwear if it forced Yeonjun to talk to him.
"Is it?" Soobin lied, plastering an innocent look on his face. "I thought these were mine."
"Look." Yeonjun lifted Soobin's shirt to point at the waistband of the underwear, which boasted its trademark brand name. "It's Calvin Klein. We agreed I would be the only one who wore this brand, remember?"
"Sorry, I didn't realize," Soobin apologized, but internally, he was crowing in victory. Yeonjun was talking to him again, giving Soobin the attention that he so desperately craved. Soobin racked his brain, trying to prolong the interaction, yet Yeonjun was already turning away.
"It's fine, just give them back to me once they're clean."
Little did Yeonjun know, he had just given a bone to a very dangerous dog. It became a bad habit for Soobin to swipe a pair of Yeonjun's underwear each time the elder put his laundry out. Even if Yeonjun's laundry wasn't sitting by the front door when Soobin came home, it wasn't hard for him to sneak into Yeonjun's room and dig through his dirty clothes. Yeonjun was out from nearly dawn to dusk preparing for his solo debut, so he was rarely at the dorm anyway.
Although Soobin thought he was being subtle, Yeonjun noticed every time. They bickered in the practice room almost weekly, Yeonjun growing more and more heated whenever he caught sight of the Calvin Klein waistband beneath Soobin's shirt. Yeonjun even started labeling his underwear with his initials, clearly indicating that they belonged to him. But the bright red 'YJ' only tempted Soobin further, like a homing beacon for his fixation. The absolute joy of Yeonjun breaking his silence to talk to Soobin, even if it was to admonish him, soon became inseparable from the ecstasy of jerking off to Yeonjun's underwear.
It was an addiction that Soobin couldn't quit. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and now he couldn't stop indulging. Each time he swiped a pair of Yeonjun's underwear, Soobin would rush back to his room, lock the door, and frantically fist himself to completion as he drowned in Yeonjun's scent. Whenever Soobin buried his nose into that stolen contraband, he could picture Yeonjun with startling clarity—the alluring mole beneath his right eye, the way his ears flushed red when he got embarrassed, the flex of his toned abdomen when he was dancing or fucking.
It was an ill-kept secret that Soobin and Yeonjun were sleeping together. What they had wasn't quite friends with benefits, but it wasn't exactly a relationship either. It started shortly after their debut as a way to blow off steam. One drunk kiss had led to waking up beside each other in bed, covered in hickeys and cum. They didn't talk about it then, simply cleaning themselves up and continuing as normal the next day. Yet that night had unlocked something inside both of them, and soon Soobin found himself in Yeonjun's bed more often than not.
The truth of the matter was that Soobin found it easy to sleep with Yeonjun. He'd always been conscious of his darker inclinations—some twisted desire that occasionally reared its ugly head—but it was easily controlled with a firm hand. Yeonjun was good at guiding Soobin through it, his presence acting as a grounding rod for Soobin when he felt he was unraveling. Whenever Soobin feared that he might lose control of himself, it was easier to let Yeonjun bend him over and fuck those dark, perverted thoughts out of his head. It was safer for both of them that way.
The few times Soobin had truly let himself loose, he found himself ruthlessly fucking Yeonjun until the other was blubbering and begging for mercy. Yeonjun's tears unlocked something ferocious within Soobin; the image of Yeonjun's cool boy facade crumbling to pieces beneath Soobin's hands awoke a slumbering beast inside of him. Soobin always wanted to push Yeonjun to see how far he could go, to test the limits of how much Yeonjun would allow Soobin to take until it was too much. What Soobin had learned throughout the years, though, was that Yeonjun could never say no to him.
Soobin discovered this the first time that he fisted Yeonjun. It wasn't something they had discussed beforehand, but Soobin became morbidly curious while he was fingering Yeonjun open one night. Just how much could he take? Yeonjun was a bit of a size queen, which had never been a problem for Soobin because he was naturally well-endowed. Yeonjun could easily take Soobin, which meant that his limits had to lie much further, and Soobin wanted to find out exactly where Yeonjun would break. So, as Soobin was working three fingers into Yeonjun, he casually pressed a fourth against Yeonjun's rim and was pleased to find that it slipped inside.
A stuttered breath came from below Soobin, and when he glanced down, he saw that Yeonjun's gaze had gone unfocused. Yeonjun's brow was furrowed as if he was concentrated on something beyond himself, yet there was no word of protest. When Soobin pushed in deeper, Yeonjun's body tightened minutely then relaxed into the stretch. Soobin took it as a sign to continue.
The fifth finger required more care. Soobin withdrew to slick his hand up, drizzling so much lube onto his fingers that it dripped down his wrist. He wanted to test Yeonjun's limits—not hurt him. Soobin made a cone with his fingers and nudged them against Yeonjun's entrance, watching in fascination as his hand began sinking into Yeonjun. It was only once Soobin's fingers reached the first knuckle that Yeonjun moaned.
"Soobin…" Yeonjun's eyes were screwed closed, hands fisted in the sheets. But still, Yeonjun didn't tell Soobin to stop.
So Soobin continued.
When Soobin's hand reached the second knuckle, Yeonjun started making a whimpering sound that Soobin had never heard from him before. Heat rushed straight to Soobin's groin, and he grew so hard it nearly made him dizzy. Fuck, why hadn't he thought of doing this before? Soobin couldn't wait until his whole hand was inside Yeonjun.
But he had to be careful. Slowly, Soobin continued to work his fingers deeper into Yeonjun until he was almost at the thickest part of his hand. Yeonjun didn't stop whimpering the entire time, one of his hands landing on Soobin's wrist to brace himself. Yeonjun's fingers curled loosely around the hand that Soobin was working inside him, a gentle pressure like a warning. But still, he didn't tell Soobin to stop.
Yeonjun was tight, almost too tight, and Soobin worried for a moment that Yeonjun wouldn't be able to take his entire hand. Soobin was about to withdraw when Yeonjun's fingers clasped down around his wrist, holding him there. Soobin glanced at Yeonjun's face, but the other's eyes were still closed. He was breathing hard, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. Soobin felt Yeonjun release a shuddering exhale, and with one final push, the rest of Soobin's hand slid into Yeonjun's body.
Soobin grinned triumphantly as Yeonjun opened up for him—he knew his hyung could do it. Soobin gave Yeonjun a few seconds to adjust to the stretch, reveling in the way Yeonjun's warmth clenched around him. Then Soobin tried curling his hand into a fist, and Yeonjun's body gave way just as Soobin had expected. What Soobin didn't expect though, was for Yeonjun's eyes to shoot open as his back bowed off the bed.
"Fuck, Soobin-!"
Soobin watched in amazement as Yeonjun came with a shout then began to wet himself, unable to control his bladder with Soobin's fist pressed right up against it. A dark, wet circle bloomed across the sheets beneath Yeonjun and Soobin, framing them both like a flower.
Yeonjun immediately started babbling in apology, his face turning a brilliant shade of red as his eyes filled with tears of shame. "Sorry, Soobin, I'm so sorry-"
But the sight of Yeonjun losing control was so incredibly hot to Soobin that he immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking himself off to the sight of Yeonjun's tears and spilling onto Yeonjun's stomach. Soobin hadn't even removed his fist from inside Yeonjun yet.
Afterward, Soobin carefully worked his hand out of Yeonjun and helped him strip his bed. They threw the sheets into the washer (there was no way Yeonjun would let the cleaners see the evidence of his crime), then moved to Soobin's room to sleep. The following morning, Yeonjun limped around the dorm and refused to talk to Soobin—whether it was out of embarrassment or irritation, Soobin didn't care. The thrill of seeing Yeonjun fall apart, and being the one who made Yeonjun fall apart, left Soobin with a shit-eating grin on his face all day.
So maybe it was inevitable that Soobin would end up in Yeonjun's bedroom one night during their fight. The younger members were still at the company working on the group's upcoming album, and Soobin had been sitting on the couch watching TV when Yeonjun returned to the dorm. Yeonjun glanced toward Soobin briefly, making eye contact, yet just as Soobin was about to welcome him home, Yeonjun's gaze drifted away and he continued past Soobin to his room.
Yeonjun's dismissal stung Soobin, and he continued to sit on the couch in silence, feeling sorry for himself. Soobin wallowed in despair as he listened to Yeonjun head into the bathroom, the shower turning on for a few minutes before Yeonjun retreated back to his room, the door shutting with a firm click. But that self-pity slowly began to transform into indignation, and Soobin decided that he'd had enough of Yeonjun's silent treatment. He was tired of sitting around, waiting for Yeonjun to come to him like a neglected dog waiting for his owner. He was going to take matters into his own hands.
Soobin turned the TV off, standing up from the couch and stalking toward Yeonjun's room. He didn't even hesitate as he tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and strode straight into Yeonjun's bedroom.
Yeonjun was lying in his bed, sprawled out on top of the sheets and naked except for his underwear, which was how he liked to sleep. At first, Soobin could only register Yeonjun's bare skin, still flushed pink from the shower. It made his nipples look darker than usual, brown areola standing out from his honey skin, and Soobin's mouth watered at the sight. Then Soobin's gaze landed on the waistband of Yeonjun's Calvin Klein boxers. Those fucking Calvin Kleins. The logo was emblazoned in the back of Soobin's mind like a brand.
Soobin's train of thought was interrupted by Yeonjun's voice.
"Soobin?" When Yeonjun caught sight of Soobin in his room, his expression cycled through a complex mix of emotions before shuttering down, turning pointedly blank. Closing Soobin out once more. Soobin pretended that it didn't hurt. "What are you doing here?"
Soobin didn't respond, creeping slowly toward the bed like a wolf would hunt his prey. Here was Yeonjun, alone and defenseless before him. All laid out for Soobin to take. Soobin had been waiting for this moment for months, his anger and desperation building up to a dangerous tipping point. This was the final push.
As Soobin grew closer, Yeonjun's expression turned into one of confusion and concern. "Soobin, what's going on?"
That hint of vulnerability was all Soobin needed to strike, pouncing on top of Yeonjun and pinning him down. Soobin dropped his full weight onto Yeonjun, trapping his hips against the bed, and when Yeonjun continued to thrash, Soobin grabbed Yeonjun's wrists and held them firmly over his head.
"Soobin! What the fuck?!" Yeonjun shouted, yet there was no one else home to hear him. It was only him and Soobin.
"You won't talk to me, you won't touch me, you won't even look at me—what else was I supposed to do?" Soobin leaned down, his face mere centimeters away from Yeonjun. He watched as Yeonjun's pupils dilated slightly, and felt a feral hunger stir within him. "I'm going crazy, hyung."
This close, Soobin could smell the shampoo and body wash that Yeonjun used in this shower. His scent was clean, his skin unsullied. He was almost virginal with newness, although Soobin knew Yeonjun was far from the like. Burying his face in the crook of Yeonjun's neck, Soobin licked a wet stripe up the long column of his throat. Yeonjun shuddered beneath Soobin, and he grinned.
"Soobin, seriously," Yeonjun's voice vibrated where Soobin's teeth were pressed against his throat, "I'm not in the mood for games right now."
"Neither am I, hyung," Soobin murmured darkly, pulling back so he could look into Yeonjun's eyes. Whatever Yeonjun saw there made him go quiet, glancing away from Soobin's gaze quickly. "I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but I'm going to wring the answer out of you. Even if it means I have to break you."
Soobin felt Yeonjun's hips twitch beneath him, and his smile spread wider across his face.
"Does that turn you on?"
"No, fuck you!" Yeonjun spat, beginning to struggle against Soobin in an attempt to get away. Yet all it did was make Yeonjun's growing erection grind further against Soobin's ass, both of them aware of the hardness pressing up against the thin fabric of Yeonjun's underwear. When Soobin rocked his hips down against Yeonjun, the other stifled a groan.
"I think I'll be the one fucking you tonight, Yeonjun-hyung," Soobin crooned, a sense of perverse excitement filling him as he realized Yeonjun was at his mercy.
Keeping his hands firmly around Yeonjun's wrists, Soobin dipped down and took one dark nipple into his mouth. Yeonjun shivered as Soobin traced the bud with his tongue, savoring the taste of Yeonjun's skin. He sucked on Yeonjun's nipple until it was stiff, then switched to the other. Above him, Yeonjun was making muffled noises which only made Soobin suck harder. It was as if a glorious buffet had been spread out before Soobin, and he was ravenous. He needed more.
Abruptly, Soobin pulled away. He climbed off Yeonjun's hips, flipping him onto his front. Yeonjun made a surprised sound as he bounced against the mattress before struggling to rise onto his hands and knees. Soobin crowded up close behind Yeonjun, planting a hand on the small of Yeonjun's back and forcing his spine into an arch. With his other hand, Soobin hooked a finger into the waistband of Yeonjun's underwear and yanked it down, exposing the tantalizing curve of Yeonjun's ass.
Leaning in, Soobin pressed his nose against Yeonjun's inner thigh and inhaled deeply. After months of being forced to survive off the stale scent of Yeonjun's underwear, breathing in Yeonjun's musk straight from the source was like sheer ecstasy to Soobin. A groan reverberated deep within Soobin's chest, cock hardening in his sweatpants.
"Soobin, are you smelling me?" Yeonjun sounded astonished, beginning to squirm beneath Soobin once more. "That's so weird. Wait, is that why you've been stealing my underwear? You're such a pervert- AH!"
Yeonjun's tirade was cut off by a gasp as Soobin sank his teeth into the meat of Yeonjun's ass, leaving a perfect imprint on his skin. Yet despite all of Yeonjun's loud protesting, Soobin watched as Yeonjun's entrance fluttered in response to the pain. Opening his mouth, Soobin laved the flat of his tongue over Yeonjun's hole. Yeonjun moaned, reluctantly surrendering to Soobin as he realized struggling was futile.
"You like that, hyung?" Soobin licked another wide stripe over Yeonjun, tracing that tight furl with his tongue. "You've always been weak to getting eaten out."
Pushing past the first ring of muscle, Soobin savored the warm, wet heat of Yeonjun's body. Yeonjun's walls spasmed around Soobin's tongue, and Soobin's erection twitched as he imagined that vice-like grip squeezing around his cock. Leaning back, Soobin shoved two fingers into Yeonjun and forced a choked sound out of him. Soobin assumed Yeonjun would be tight—they hadn't fucked in months—but instead, he was surprised to find that Yeonjun was already soft and slick inside. A flare of twisted jealousy burned deep in Soobin's stomach, and he wondered if Yeonjun was fucking someone other than Soobin.
"Hyung," Soobin murmured, fixated on the way Yeonjun opened up for him now even though he had protested so much before. "Did you finger yourself in the shower?"
"No," Yeonjun lied, his voice muffled by his pillow. When Soobin twisted his fingers, bullying Yeonjun's prostate with expert precision, he yelped.
"Tell me the truth, Yeonjun." Soobin dropped the honorific, his voice hard. He didn't know why he was being so insistent, why he desperately needed to know the answer. The thought of Yeonjun sleeping with someone else while they weren't talking made Soobin feel like he was teetering on the edge of insanity. "Who were you thinking about?"
He fucked his hand back into Yeonjun, fingers crooked right up against the spot that drove the other crazy. Yeonjun's voice rose into a high wail, hips rocking back onto Soobin's hand.
"You, Soobin," Yeonjun sobbed out, sounding broken already. "I was thinking about you."
It was exactly the answer Soobin needed to hear, and suddenly he couldn't bear to be apart from Yeonjun any longer.
"Fuck, hyung," Soobin groaned, cock throbbing painfully. "Stay there."
He scrambled over to Yeonjun's nightstand, yanking open the drawer and finding the lube he knew would be there. When Soobin returned, Yeonjun hadn't moved from his position—face turned into the pillow and ass raised in the air, his underwear still bunched halfway down his thighs. If Soobin were in the right state of mind, he might have praised Yeonjun and slowly eased him into it. Yeonjun always went a little syrupy with praise, tipping over the edge with just a few sweet words.
But Soobin wasn't in his right mind. He'd been deprived of his hyung's touch and taste for months on end, and now here Yeonjun was, all splayed out for Soobin to take. And Yeonjun had just confessed to thinking about Soobin all this time too, letting Soobin know he wasn't alone in his yearning. There could be no more waiting.
Soobin shoved his sweatpants down, the waistband snapping just below his balls. He'd never been more glad of going commando than in this moment; he couldn't wait another second to fuck Yeonjun. Snapping the cap of the bottle open, Soobin turned it upside down and drizzled the lube straight into his cock, not even bothering to warm it up. The cold liquid made Soobin hiss, yet his erection barely flagged as he stroked himself twice to spread the lube. Tossing the bottle somewhere onto the bed, Soobin positioned the head of his cock against Yeonjun.
Soobin's grip on Yeonjun was unforgiving, holding him in place as Soobin began to enter him. Yeonjun shuddered as Soobin's cock stretched him open, yet he remained perfectly still and pliant, taking Soobin's length without protest. Even though they hadn't slept together in months, it was as if Yeonjun's body still remembered Soobin. The slide was so smooth and easy that it nearly made Soobin's eyes roll into the back of his head. It wasn't long before Soobin was bottoming out, his hips touching the back of Yeonjun's thighs. Both of them moaned in unison, Yeonjun's walls clenching around Soobin's cock.
Soobin barely gave Yeonjun a moment to adjust before he began fucking him, furious and relentless. Soobin's fingers tightened around Yeonjun's hips, digging into the skin so hard they would surely leave bruises the next day. An obscene, wet sound echoed throughout the room each time Soobin slammed into Yeonjun, his hips brutally slapping against Yeonjun's ass.
The force of Soobin's thrusts started shoving Yeonjun up the bed, and Yeonjun's hands scrabbled against the sheets as he fought to hold himself up. Instead, Soobin yanked Yeonjun back onto his cock, making Yeonjun release a loud, keening wail. It was similar to the sound Yeonjun made that night—when Soobin had fisted him the first time—and it only served to spur Soobin on.
Soobin felt wild, animalistic. It was as if he had lost all control, the thin thread of his sanity finally snapping after Yeonjun had ignored him one too many times. Anyone else, and Soobin would have brushed it off. But Yeonjun was different. Yeonjun had always been a sore spot for Soobin, hurting him in ways that he couldn't quite ignore. Maybe this outcome was inevitable for both of them, and had been from the start.
Soobin glanced down, taking in the broad expanse of Yeonjun's back, the curve of his spine as Soobin held his hips up. Yeonjun's ears were flushed red, a deep blush spreading down his neck and shoulders. Soobin's eyes were drawn to Yeonjun's exposed nape, so vulnerably bare, and he wished he could sink his teeth into the unblemished skin there like a brand. But it would be impossible to hide the mark from the company and the fans, possibly ruining their career, and Yeonjun would never forgive Soobin for that. The last thing he needed was another reason for Yeonjun not to talk to him.
"Fuck, Soobin, oh fuck-" Yeonjun was starting to whimper, and when Soobin rolled his hips a certain way, Yeonjun's body tensed as he came untouched. Soobin couldn't see the evidence, but he felt Yeonjun's muscles contracting around him, trying to coax an orgasm out of Soobin as well.
But Soobin wasn't done. He pressed Yeonjun back down onto the sheets, continuing to fuck Yeonjun into overstimulation as he sobbed. Soobin was glad the others weren't home yet because Yeonjun was being louder than Soobin had ever heard him before. The bed frame creaked beneath the weight of their bodies, rocking in time with Soobin's thrusts. He wondered if the frame would put a dent in the wall, a physical marker that Soobin had been here. Maybe Yeonjun would put his fingers to the dent while he touched himself, like a love bite. If Soobin couldn't leave his mark on Yeonjun's body, then he would leave permanent traces of himself in Yeonjun's room instead.
Yeonjun was openly weeping at this point, and when he turned his face to the side, Soobin could see one wet, red eye staring back at him. Soobin leaned down, licking the tears from Yeonjun's face like a dog would lap at their owner, and the taste of salt made Soobin groan. His cock twitched inside Yeonjun, so close to finishing, yet he needed one last push. Soobin buried his face in Yeonjun's shoulder and felt his own eyes begin to burn with tears.
"Hyung, hyung," Soobin whimpered, clutching Yeonjun's body close to his. He didn't want this to end because then he would have to face the repercussions of his actions, whatever they might be.
He felt one of Yeonjun's arms move, a hand coming up to caress Soobin's hair. Yeonjun didn't speak, but his intentions were clear. They would be okay. They had to be.
That final reassurance is what tipped Soobin over the edge, spilling deep inside Yeonjun with a guttural moan. Yeonjun's walls clamped tightly around Soobin in response, signaling his second orgasm of the night. Soobin held Yeonjun against him the entire time, hips stuttering as he was hit with wave after wave of his climax.
After what felt like an eternity, Soobin's body was finally spent. His weight gave out, and he collapsed against the sheets, only remembering at the last second to roll over so he wouldn't crush Yeonjun. Soobin landed heavily onto the bed, Yeonjun's blankets softening his fall.
It was then that reality crashed down onto Soobin. What had he done?
Yeonjun was motionless beside Soobin, so still and quiet that Soobin started to get scared. Soobin sat up again, surveying the damage he had inflicted. Yeonjun's face was red and tear-stained, his eyes closed and expression slack. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his abdomen was covered in his own spend. Lower, Yeonjun's swollen, fucked-out hole was frothy with lube and cum, white liquid seeping out onto the sheets. A deep red bite mark stood out against Yeonjun's ass, already purpling into a bruise.
"Yeonjun-hyung?" Soobin reached out, fingertips brushing against Yeonjun's wet cheeks, and Yeonjun's eyes fluttered open. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, and it took him a few seconds to find Soobin's face. "Did I hurt you?"
Yeonjun shook his head, mute. Soobin looked down at Yeonjun and felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow, like he should curl up at Yeonjun's feet in apology. But Yeonjun had cradled Soobin's head—he'd let Soobin know it was okay to continue. It was the first kindness Yeonjun had shown Soobin in a long time. So why did he feel so bad?
Carefully, Soobin slipped off the underwear that was still around Yeonjun's thighs, using it to mop up the excess lube and cum that was leaking out of Yeonjun. Then Soobin arranged Yeonjun in a more comfortable position on his back, hoping it would alleviate some of the soreness that he would surely feel in his hips. Just as Soobin was finished tucking Yeonjun into bed, Yeonjun's eyes—which had fallen shut—fluttered open again. He gazed at Soobin with a complex expression, one that Soobin couldn't decipher at all. It was like trying to peer into the depths of the deep sea and seeing only himself reflected back.
Instead, Soobin did the only thing he knew how to do. He leaned over Yeonjun and tried to kiss him. But whatever moment of tenderness they'd shared earlier had passed, and Yeonjun turned his head to the side, avoiding Soobin's lips. The rejection pierced through Soobin like a knife, making Soobin's heart bleed out onto the sheets along with the mess he'd made.
Soobin could have said:
Hyung, I miss you.
Hyung, I love you.
Hyung, I want us to be okay again.
Instead, Soobin stood from the bed, expression going cold as he tucked himself back into his sweatpants and straightened his clothes out. Even though he appeared composed, everything inside Soobin was wailing. His chest was aching, and his heart was shattering into a million pieces. Somehow, Soobin had lost more than he'd gained tonight.
"Fine, if you have nothing to say, then I'm leaving. Come talk to me when you're ready," Soobin said, his tone more aloof than he'd ever heard himself sound before. Yet Yeonjun wasn't even looking at Soobin anymore, his gaze fixed somewhere on the far wall. "You know where to find me."
In one last act of rebellion, Soobin swiped Yeonjun's soiled underwear from the bed and shoved it into his pocket. Then he walked out of Yeonjun's room, letting the door swing shut behind him.