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He is being trapped between the wall and the hot stranger, they have been kissing for some time now and Changkyun thinks it’s time for one of them to offer a house and a bed where they can discard all of their clothes and have fun for the rest of the night.
He didn’t think twice when the man from the other side of the bar offered a drink and they started dancing, more like grinding on each other. With the quick look he took before they were all over each other, the black haired stranger is short, but muscular and Changkyun can feel it groping his ass while he kisses that illegally handsome face.
Changkyun just came to Seoul a few weeks ago and with the start of the semester a few days away and his parents a few miles away he is fully enjoying the big city and countless bars with hot and handsome and willing to spend a night with him strangers.
He is about to ask for a name and suggest going back to his dorm because the tent in his pants is getting persistent and club toilets aren’t much of a convenience. His train of thoughts is interrupted by soft kisses around his neck and he lets himself moan, his head heavy.
He barely registers the teeth biting hard on his neck and barely has the time to look at the man, whose face is lighted up by surprise before he faints.
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“You are an idiot, A FUCKING IDIOT SHIN.”
And there is the sound of something breaking, waking Changkyun from his slur. At first he doesn’t move. He’s in his bed and his parents are fighting, nothing out of the usual. Then he remembers he is supposed to be in Seoul living alone and this soft mattress is definitely not his own. He panics.
Opening his eyes slowly, his vision blurry and unfocused he realizes he is in a dark room, a source of light, probably a lamp somewhere close to his feet. There are people talking nearby and he neither recognizes the voices, nor the house. Worst case, he is abducted and he will be tortured for ransom.
He stops calculating if he would live in such a situation, bringing his hand to scratch his neck and finding out there is a gauze covering a big part of it. Was he assaulted last night and someone helped him? He remembers the guy at the bar. That bastard must have hit him and took all his money and then someone else found and took care of him.
Sounds convincing except said bastard is on the doorframe and looking at Changkyun and when their eyes meet Changkyun’s natural reaction is to make himself disappear under the covers. Which is effective against monsters under his bed and potentially harmful strangers.
Someone uncovers him down to his chest and now Changkyun is facing a small man with concerned eyes.
“How are you feeling dear?” He asks placing a hand on Changkyun’s forehead.
“I…fine I guess.” Which is true since he is just hangover and with something on his neck which doesn’t hurt.
“I am sorry about all this, I am so sorry, oh god he is so irresponsible I’m never leaving him out of the house again…” the man starts and keeps muttering getting out of the room and then back again with a glass of water and a plate with cake, helps Changkyun get comfortable on the bed and watches him eat.
The cake is delicious and the water helps with his head, making it clear that the situation has something surreal to it. The small man is gently smiling, seemingly preparing for the questions, leaving only to take the plate and glass away.
“So how did I end up here?”