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“So…the problem is that you have massive bowel issues and you’re vomiting like crazy?”
Seunghyun questioned, looking up at a smiling Jiyong who was swinging his legs over the table.
“Oh, yeah. It’s terrible,” Jiyong whined, rubbing his stomach softly and pouting. The face he put on didn’t match his eyes, which were squinted with mirth.
“You’re lucky there’s barely anyone here today.”
“Aw. I really wanted to waste your time,” Jiyong teased, a smirk crossing his features as he watched Seunghyun lean against the table.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to explain ‘teenager is in love with me so he faked his symptoms’ in my daily report,” Seunghyun pretended to furrow his brow, scratching his head as he thought.
Jiyong laughed in response, poking Seunghyun in the shoulder, “I’m not in love with you.”
Seunghyun met his eyeliner-covered eyes and sighed, “I’m really good at reading people, Jiyong.”
Ever since their ‘laundry date,’ Jiyong has stopped by at the clinic almost every day, and today was one of these days. This time, though, he decided to fake an appointment. Seunghyun’s doubt that Jiyong really liked him was gone at this point; Jiyong was definitely head over heels for him if he took time to visit Seunghyun daily. He should be upset for Jiyong’s choice to waste his time during work, but the smile that waited for him in the room made up for all the time Seunghyun was wasting.
“Fine. But you could at least let me kiss you,” Jiyong huffed, grabbing Seunghyun’s sleeve.
Seunghyun didn’t pull away. Even though he knew Jiyong had feelings for him, he still didn’t know to reciprocate them or not. So far, he’d managed to go with every advance Jiyong made, but he couldn’t do anything on his part. The memories of letting his past partners down always flooded into his mind, and he never wanted to hurt Jiyong in that way. Then again, he couldn’t bring himself to push him away.
“If you have these symptoms, I don’t want to get what you have. It’s highly contagious,” Seunghyun warned, eyeing Jiyong as the younger grabbed his forearms warmly and leaned closer. He tried to think of another excuse: “I’m working right now.”
“Just one.”
“Jiyong-“
“Kiss me.”
Seunghyun frowned, but Jiyong closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together, softly. His frown slowly turned into a smile as Jiyong’s hand in his hair cleared him of all his worries, kissing him back gently. He doesn’t remember the last time he kissed someone with it actually meaning something. Usually, since Seunghyun was open to one-night stands, it was only for a make out session before he was about to get laid.
Jiyong leaned back after a few seconds, biting his lip as he smiled. Seunghyun’s eyes looked over his face, and he caught a bruised slash on his cheek. It was covered with makeup, and his hand came up to brush over it, finding out that it was relatively recent. He thought Jiyong stopped getting into fights.
“Where did you get this?” He asked, and Jiyong’s eyes fell slightly as he shook his head and pushed his hand away gently.
“When do you get off work?” Jiyong asked instead to avoid the question. Seunghyun noticed this, and he kept his eyes on the slash as he answered.
“In around half an hour,” Seunghyun mumbled, feeling himself sigh as Jiyong grabbed his wrists and pressed circles into them comfortingly. He felt the warm digits relax him slightly, and it made him realize how touch-starved he really was. Not sexual touch, but romantic touch.
“Can I go home with you?” Jiyong asked quietly, looking up at Seunghyun through his eyelashes.
“Hmm…” Seunghyun thought, trying to mess with him again, “I really don’t want you getting me sick. I have things to do, you know,” he felt a smile tug his lips as Jiyong made a noise of frustration and nudged him in his side.
“Oh, come on. You know I just wanted to see you,” he admitted, his voice getting smaller as he held a shy smile.
Even though he really wanted to spend his night with Jiyong, Seunghyun’s mind once more reminded him of the fear he had of getting into another relationship. So he doesn’t know why he agreed to Jiyong’s proposal.
Maybe it was the way he noticed Jiyong’s face was turning pink from underneath his makeup and the way his soft, warm lips met his when Seunghyun pointed it out. Maybe.
-
As expected, Jiyong was waiting in the lobby room from where Seunghyun told him to wait, and within a few minutes they were walking outside in the humid atmosphere from where it began to rain. He didn’t drive to work today because he didn’t live that far from the clinic, but he thinks he should’ve as he looked up to see dark, stormy clouds signifying an upcoming storm. He was glad Jiyong had come to drag him out of work early. Thankfully, with the help of Jiyong, they were able to find an umbrella hidden somewhere in Seunghyun’s office.
Jiyong was happy, unable to stop smiling, and Seunghyun believed it was due to the rain. He kept looking up at the clouds, occasionally reaching a hand outside of the umbrella to feel the rain on his hand.
“Can we run to your house?” He asked excitedly, basically bouncing with every step he took.
“I am not allowing you to come into my house sopping wet,” Seunghyun said, and when Jiyong was separating himself from the umbrella, he grabbed Jiyong’s hand to pull him back under.
Jiyong intertwined his hand with Seunghyun’s and huffed, “fine,” but a content smile was still on his face as he ran his thumb across Seunghyun’s fingers and leaned against him.
Seunghyun smiled softly as he looked down at Jiyong, letting go of their hands to wrap an arm around his lower waist, pulling him even closer. Jiyong let out a small giggle as he smiled.
Seunghyun was letting himself fall for him, and he didn’t know how to feel about that at all.
-
“Wow,” Jiyong gasped when they walked into Seunghyun’s house.
Thankfully, Seunghyun had managed to clean up. He couldn’t deny that his house was big; it had three stories and was covered in floor-to-ceiling windows. Even though he had enough bedrooms to hold an entire family, he lived alone, using the rooms as storage for his collection of paintings or research he conducted from time to time. Most of the area was filled up with unique furniture, especially his proud collection of chairs. Seunghyun usually doesn’t like people in his house, feeling like the items he owned were personal, and he felt a bit nervous at Jiyong’s wide, amazed eyes.
He let Jiyong roam around his house to look at the sculptures and paintings, pointing out how his house looked like a museum. In the meantime, Seunghyun was choosing a bottle of wine to drink from his collection of expensive wines in the kitchen. He'd had a long week, so he felt like he deserved it.
Jiyong came a few minutes later to sit down on the counter, already making himself comfortable. “Can I have some?” He asked innocently.
Seunghyun said nothing as he grabbed another glass and poured some for Jiyong. His own glass was almost filled to the brim; he was a particularly heavy drinker, and he also felt like he needed it right now. Ever since he'd kissed Jiyong, his mind was running crazy with thoughts and doubts, and they were preventing him from expressing his feelings to Jiyong. The push of alcohol would probably give Seunghyun confidence to decide if he really wanted a relationship with Jiyong.
“I didn’t know you liked art,” Jiyong wondered aloud, taking a sip of the wine before he moaned aloud at the taste, making Seunghyun laugh softly.
“Do you live alone?” Jiyong questioned, looking at Seunghyun as the older leaned against the counter, gulping the wine down. Seunghyun didn't even like this wine, but it worked quick.
Seunghyun nodded, and he noticed a bit of a frown on Jiyong’s face as he did this. Yes, he was lonely. His big house only made it worse, and Jiyong must have noticed.
“What do you study at school?” Seunghyun asked, pouring himself a bit more alcohol as he felt a slight buzz already, making his body warm. He remembered Jiyong mentioned something about living with an annoying roommate in a dorm a few days ago, and he'd forgotten to ask him about how he was as a college student. Being a former one, the older knew how stressful it could be.
“Fashion and marketing,” Jiyong said proudly, “It’s my dream to start my own clothing brand.”
That makes a lot of sense, Seunghyun thought, remembering how Jiyong would come into the clinic always dressed to impress. Like right now, Jiyong was dressed in a neat cardigan and ripped jeans with a full face of makeup, his hair done neatly. It was like he wanted the attention from everyone, and Seunghyun had even seen some of the nurses in the clinic talk about the way he was dressed.
“Hmm. I didn’t realize you were so ambitious,” Seunghyun wondered, tilting his head at Jiyong.
“I always surprise people,” Jiyong giggled softly, bringing the back of his hand to his face to cool down the heat on his face.
Seunghyun smiled softly at this, teeth and all. He was staring at Jiyong now, at the way his small hands wrapped around the glass and how his throat moved with every sip he took. His orange hair was fluffy, and Seunghyun’s fingers itched to reach out and touch it. Compared to the first time they met, he was very different. This was the other side of Jiyong.
He doesn’t know how long it was before Jiyong noticed, placing his glass down next to him gently.
“What?” Jiyong asked in a small voice, looking at Seunghyun nervously.
“You’re beautiful,” Seunghyun said.
Jiyong’s eyes widened as his lips split into a wide smile, looking away and messing with his hair.
“I’m not,” he rolled his eyes, hiding his face behind his hands.
Seunghyun leaned forward, pushing Jiyong's hands down. This was definitely the alcohol that was giving him the confidence to do this as he caught Jiyong’s lips in his. He didn’t even think that much about it, and a worry that Jiyong was caught off guard crossed his mind, but it was gone by the younger’s reaction.
Jiyong immediately kissed back, a bit eager as his hands came up to rest on the back of Seunghyun’s neck, pulling his hair softly. The kiss deepened as Jiyong opened his mouth, Seunghyun leaning forward. Their mouths were hot as their breathing became unsteady. The younger spread his legs around Seunghyun’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Seunghyun,” Jiyong moaned as Seunghyun’s crotch met his on the table.
Seunghyun pulled away when Jiyong’s hands were unbuttoning his shirt, meeting Jiyong’s wide eyes. They were both breathing heavily, their mouths open as their warm breaths met between them. It was like they’d been waiting for this to happen for ages, but Seunghyun had to stop. Jiyong moved to kiss him again, but the older leaned back. He had to say this. He needed Jiyong to know before they did anything else.
“Hey,” he began, clearing his throat. They met eyes, and Jiyong’s face contorted in confusion, pulling his hands away hesitantly.
“I…” Seunghyun tried nervously, “I’m scared, Jiyong. I just- I don’t-“
“You haven’t had sex before?” Jiyong wondered as he laid down on the table, his legs still wrapped around Seunghyun’s waist.
“No- yes, I- what? No, that’s not what I meant,” Seunghyun shook his head. Why would Jiyong even think that? “I mean that I don’t want to hurt you.”
He met Jiyong’s still-confused gaze, and he racked his brain for more words, praying that the alcohol he consumed was enough for him to talk.
“I don’t do… relationships. I’ve had some. Years ago. But they all end because I get busy. Sometimes I get obsessed with work- or art, and I can never make time for someone else. And I don’t want that to happen to you. I don’t want to hurt you, Jiyong. That’s why I… I don’t know if I should be doing this. I don’t know if I can love you. Properly. I mean, I want to, but it just seems impossible.”
Jiyong frowned before he sighed out a small laugh.
“I know you’re busy,” he shrugged, a smile on his face, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to like you any less.”
Seunghyun watched him as he spoke softly.
“I think I can deal with that. You’re more than just a doctor,” he said, grabbing Seunghyun’s hand to squeeze it gently. Jiyong’s other hand came up to pull on Seunghyun’s collar, raising himself up in a sitting position, his legs still spread around the older’s waist. He waited for a couple of seconds, looking at Seunghyun’s raised eyebrows.
“Just fuck me, and you can decide after,” Jiyong whispered, looking straight into Seunghyun’s eyes with a strong determination. His mouth was open slightly, and Seunghyun could see a flush on his face creeping down his neck. The sudden confidence reminded him of the duality Jiyong had.
A wave of arousal overcame the older, blinking slowly at the boy. He kissed Jiyong quickly as a reply, and Jiyong smiled against his lips as he deepened it passionately. Jiyong’s words were just what Seunghyun needed to hear. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Seunghyun closed his eyes as realized he was in the presence of the other side of Jiyong. There were two sides to him, and Seunghyun would never get enough of that as he felt Jiyong’s warm tongue against his neck and small hands undoing his belt quickly. From the angry boy with the open wounds to the shy one with pretty smiles and healed scars, he’d never think his mouth would be against his, moving desperately.
He was driving me crazy, Seunghyun thought as his mind shut off.