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Su-bong layed in bed hands covering his eyes. Nam-gyu had given him a ride home after they had finished running errands.
He wants Nam-gyu, like he wants Nam-gyu. All those feelings of longing that he had for two turned out to be love. How did he not pick up on that? How dumb was he?
The quiet hum of rap music played in the background as Su-bong thought of Nam-gyu. Hus hair, his smile, his freckles what he would look like under him.
Woah. Su-bong groaned as he befan taking if the hoodie he was wearing. It was Nam-gyu's. He took in his scent as the hoddie went over his face, breathing in deep.
He stared at the piece if clothing that was now in his hands. It was nothing unique, just a light blue hoodie. But knowing it was Nam-gyu's made it feel special.
Su-bing hesitantly moved it back up to his face, taking in the scent. He could feel his face getting hotter as he kept the hoodie pressed up against his face. He bit his lip.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.Don't do it.
Fuck it. Su-bong moved his free hand down, letting out a low groan as he began palming himself through his shorts. No, Nam-gyu's shorts.
Su-bong was still dressed in the clothes he had borrowed from Nam-gyu.
He knew this was disgusting, touching himself in Nam-gyu's clothes as he smelt his hoodie. But he couldn't help it, the smell of Nam-gyu engulfed him, turning him on more and more with every second.
Another groan escapef his lips as he finally reached inti his boxers, grabbing his dick and slowly beginning to move his hand up and down in a steady rhythm.
He began to imagine what it woulf be like if it was Nam-gyu's hands wrapped around him instead. Watching those slender fingers drag up down as he leant in to Thanos, whispering sweer nothings in his ear as Su-bong buried his face into the crook of his neck, taking in that sweet scent.
He increased the pace of his hand as he pressed the hoodie closer, suffocating in the smell.
This was pathetic and Su-bong knew that. He shouldn't be getting this worked up other some guys hoodie. But it smelt so good and Nam-gyu was so hot and-
Su-bong moaned loudly as he spilled over his hand, continuing to stroke as he finished his orgasm. He reached to grab a tissue from next to his bed before wiping his hand. He layed still, chest rising and falling as he caught hid breath
And then the post-nut clarity hit. He groaned as he reached next to him again. This time grabbing a blunt and a lighter. He lit it before taking a long drag, letting the warm smoke fill his lungs before exhaling.
He needed to talk to someone. But who?
He couldn't talk to Nam-gyu, considering he just jerked off while smelling his clothes. He couldn't talk to Yong-sik either, he sucked to giving advice. Su-bong took another hit before picking up his phone and scrolling through his contacts, he didn't have many anymore. He stopped asking for girls numbers, he got tired of random hookups. Plus the weed was staring too take a hit on him, so hookups weren't as easy as they used to be.
Soon, he landed on Jun-hee, clicking on her contact before texting her, informing her he would be over in about half an hour. Su-bong then got out of bed, changing out of Nam-gyu's clothes and getting into some of his own. He walked through his apartment, grabbing his keys before heading out the door and towards his car.
After a thirty minute drive, he finally arrived at his destination, climbing out his car to walk up to the door of a small house, before knocking. After a couple seconds, he was greeted by Guem-ja, who didn't look to pleased.
"Su-bong, I told you not to smoke before coming into my house. It reeks." she walked away as Su-bong stepped into the house, laughing sheepishly. "Sorry Guem-ja. '
She walked back over to him, spraying fabric freshener all over Su-bong. "Jun-hee is in the living room, I'm guessing that's why you're here." Su-bong nodded, thanking her before walking off.
'"Su-su!" A young girl, around two, ran up to Su-bong, jumping up to be caught in his arms. "Eun-ji!' He yelled, spinning her around before gently placing her back on the floor. "I've missed you!" He ruffled her hair, before walking over to the couch where Jun-hee was patiently waiting.
"So, what did you need to talk about?" Su-bong sighed as he picked Eun-ji up, paving her on his lap. "I... Think I'm inlove with Nam-gyu."
Jun-hee burst into laughter immediately, doubling over and holding her stomach, but her laughter slowed down when she looked up at Su-bong and noticed the serious look on his face. "Oh, you are serious about just finding this out."
Su-bong furrowed his brow, "What does that mean?"
"Su-bong, everyone knows you are inlove with Nam-gyu, we have known for ages."Su-bong stared at Jun-hee, a look of confusion in his eyes as he slowly shook his head. Jun-hee sighed. "You knew him for three days, and then spent the next two years searching for him and writing songs about him. People who aren't inlove don't do that.
Su-bong nodded, looking down out of embarrassment, before covering Eun-ji's ears and speaking quietly.
"I jerked off while smelling his clothes.'
"Oh. so that' s how you realised."