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“fuck fuck fuck,” soonyoung chants as he slides out of his room and into the long corridor of the apartment. the light is already on and he can hear jeonghan and seungkwan singing down in the kitchen but he doesn’t really have time to focus on that seeing has technically he should’ve been at the tube station thirty minutes ago already.
he careens down the corridor, sliding to a stop in front of wonwoo’s door and not hesitating before pushing it open. as expected it’s been left unlocked and soonyoung silently thanks wonwoo for being so uncaring of his personal property as he moves inside. it’s overly clean, just like usual, and soonyoung spares a second to look at the big tablo poster hanging above wonwoo’s bed before kicking himself back into action.
all he needs is a pair of socks; all of his are dirty (and by soonyoung standards that’s bad) and wonwoo is his best friend so obviously ‘borrowing’ some of his is the next logical move. the fact that wonwoo doesn’t know is unimportant. soonyoung will just slip them back into his drawer the next time they’re lounging in wonwoo’s room or something.
he smiles to himself as he crouches down to pull the drawers open, praising himself for thinking of such an ingenious plan but his thoughts are quickly derailed when something that’s very much not socks comes into soonyoung’s sight. he chokes on his spit, coughing up a storm and falling back onto his ass in the process, knocking his shoulder against wonwoo’s desk chair.
he’s not down for long, too unbelieving of what he just saw and he crawls forwards to peer over the draw ledge and yet again his eyes widen, because yeah, that is most definitely a small collection of sex toys nestled in amongst wonwoo’s delicates. soonyoung thinks that one might even one of those tentacle dildos you can get but that’s a bit too much for soonyoung to think about right now.
the first thought that hits him is when the fuck does wonwoo have time to use any of these? he’s out most nights, either revising at the library or hitting the clubs with soonyoung and seokmin, and when he’s not out soonyoung’s constantly pestering him to eat dinner together. the walls in their apartment are thin too, so even if he used them late at night whilst soonyoung wouldn’t hear anything from his room (fortunately? unfortunately??), seungcheol and junhui who are either side are bound to hear something.
that all becomes slightly irrelevant however, when a second thought hits soonyoung and he falls back onto his ass as he realises that this means wonwoo is at least slightly queer. probably. he might just really be into pegging but let soonyoung dream okay.
this thought brings with it a warm flush and soonyoung bites his lip as he takes a second (okay maybe more than a second) to think about the fact that wonwoo likes it up the ass. with these thoughts already swirling, soonyoung’s mind takes the initiative to give him so nice mental imagery of how wrecked wonwoo would probably look like as he fucks himself on one of the thicker toys from the drawer and soonyoung curses himself because oh god he’s starting to get hard.
he scrambles to stand up from the floor, nudges the drawers shut with his knee and then he’s fleeing wonwoo’s room and shuffling back to the safety of his own. he almost crashes into seokmin as he turns the corner of the corridor and upon seeing his friend’s confused expression, soonyoung shouts a loud stream of ‘no no no’ before running into his room and letting the door fall shut behind him.
he checks his phone, finds that ten minutes have passed, and then he looks down at the already slight tent in his jeans, weighing up whether he can really be fucked to go to his lecture today or not. that thought is pretty much answered for him when his mind conjures up more imagery of a naked wonwoo and soonyoung’s hand is sliding inside his jeans not seconds later.
he doesn’t end up going to his afternoon lecture either.