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As Sunwoo woke up that Saturday morning, he found himself in a bed that wasn’t his, with a blaring headache and no recollection whatsoever about what had happened the night before. On top of all of that he was, as he noticed with shock, completely naked.
The palms of Sunwoo’s hands sank into the soft mattress beneath as he tried to sit up, a faint, pained groan slipping his lips as he moved. Sunlight coming from behind him was falling onto the white blanket which he now bunched up around his body, with one hand holding the fabric in place as he blinked into the brightly lit room.
Where was he?
Nothing inside of the bedroom would tell him – no pictures on the wall, no phone on the tidy nightstand. The only hint was a college jacket hanging from a hook on the closed door on the opposite side of the room, which Sunwoo recognized to be of exactly the college that he went to.
Just in that moment, the door opened, and Sunwoo flinched, the second hand flying to the blanket covering his naked body as he stared at whoever had just come into the room.
Sunwoo’s eyes widened, his lips parted.
In front of him stood Juyeon. He wore sweatpants and a white shirt, the thin fabric sticking to his shoulders and back – he seemed to have gotten out of the shower just minutes ago, with his hair still wet and some water clinging to the side of his very, very handsome face.
Juyeon. He knew Juyeon. Lee Juyeon. Everyone on campus knew him. They had the same major, though Juyeon was a couple of years ahead of him. He had also been at last night’s party.
And just like that, Sunwoo remembered.
He remembered everything.
He blushed, red creeping up his neck, blooming on his cheeks, even up to the tips of his ears, as the happenings of last night came to him one by one, in excruciating detail.
Juyeon’s eyes on him in the hallway of the party. Their fingers brushing against each other incidentally. His smile when they had talked. His lips against his, at the party against some wall, then in the back of the cab that Juyeon had called, then in front of the door to Juyeon’s apartment. His arms around him when they staggered across the dark apartment, too preoccupied with each other to even turn the lights on. Juyeon’s breath against his neck after he had nudged, basically tossed him onto the mattress, head sinking into the fluffy pillows while Juyeon towered over him. His lips again, now fiercer, rougher, against his mouth and jaw, throat and shoulders, chest, stomach. Juyeon’s hands on his hips, his own either gripping the sheets or onto Juyeon.
“Good morning.” Juyeon gave him a sweet smile. “Did you sleep well?”
A panicked sound escaped Sunwoo’s throat, and his eyes flickered around, restless before he managed to clear his throat and mutter a quiet, “good morning” and an even quieter “y-yeah, I did”.
“I wanted to ask if you, um…” Juyeon raised one hand to run his fingers through his dark hair, while Sunwoo still hadn’t moved where he sat, motionless in the middle of Juyeon’s bed. “… do you want to have breakfast? I could cook something. Or… if you don’t want that, maybe a cup of coffee? You don’t have to, of course – you can leave if you want, however you like.”
He sounded nervous.
Why was he nervous?
“Breakfast would be nice,” Sunwoo muttered.
“Oh, great—” Juyeon gave him another smile, before his hand searched for the door handle. “You can come into the kitchen then, but, um, breakfast might still take a bit, so… no hurry.” With that, he disappeared again, closing the door behind him.
Sunwoo stared at the wood of the closed door until his vision blurred.
This could not be real.
This had to be a dream.
The light blanket slid down onto his thighs as he let go to dig his fingernails into the back of his hand, wincing as it hurt – this was not a dream, then, at least he knew that now.
The sound of cooking pots being moved around in the room behind that closed door made Sunwoo snap back into reality.
Pull yourself together, Kim Sunwoo.
He had to face the situation - which was that: he had hooked up with Juyeon, the Lee Juyeon, and now sat in his bed, butt naked and hungover and aching all over.
Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he caught sight of his phone on a low closet near the bed, and although he was alone in the room, he made his best effort to keep the blanket wrapped around his lower body as he crawled across the mattress and reached out to grab his phone.
It was past 10.
He had five missed messages, all by Eric, the first at around midnight, asking where he was, and the last one at around 2, telling him to have fun. Sunwoo’s eyes flickered to the closed door. He should probably go out there, join Juyeon in the kitchen to keep him company. That would mean he’d have to get dressed, though, and although he had already found his underwear lying on the floor, he failed to see the rest of his clothes.
What he found was one of Juyeon’s shirts, which was too wide for him and kept sliding down his shoulder, but it had to do for now.
Juyeon surely wouldn’t mind, right?
The door creaked open as Sunwoo came tip-toeing into the main room of the apartment, an open-plan kitchen and living room. On the stove against the right wall stood a pot with what seemed to be a simmering broth on it, next to it on the counter was a cooking board with chopped green onions.
The apartment was all tidy, except for two pairs of shoes scattered in the entrance area, as if they had been taken off very hurriedly, and for the fact that the couch was slightly out of place, as if someone had bumped against it in passing.
Juyeon was nowhere to be seen.
The wooden floor was pleasantly warm under Sunwoo’s bare feet as he hesitatingly made his way towards the kitchen. He stopped halfway there, though, eyes having caught on to a mirror hanging from one of the walls, right next to a bookshelf.
Sunwoo’s lips parted as he saw his reflection.
Aside from his black mess of hair, his puffy eyes and his swollen lips, his neck, from the base of his jaw all the way to his collar bones, was littered in hickeys. Reddish, purple, blue, sensitive as he lifted a hand to let his fingertips run over to the colored skin. With one hand caressing his neck, he slowly lifted the baggy shirt to reveal bruises even on his waist and hip, even his thighs.
Heat crept up both inside his stomach and on his cheek, rendering him unable to avert his eyes from the hickeys and marks on his body as he recalled the exact details of how those bruises had come to be in the first place.
A closing door behind him made him whirl around. Juyeon had come out of another room, a bag of coffee beans in his hands, wavering now as he saw Sunwoo stand in the middle of the room.
Sunwoo let go of the shirt immediately, and it fell around his hips before he quickly stepped away from the mirror.
“I, um, I couldn’t find my own shirt,” he muttered, tugging at the shirt’s fabric. “So I took this one.”
“Oh…” Juyeon’s eyes flickered over Sunwoo before he nodded quickly, “s-sure, I don’t mind. It suits you, you look very cute. You can have a sweater if you’re cold, too.”
Sunwoo declined with a shy smile.
“You like coffee?” Juyeon asked. As he passed him on his way to the coffee machine on the kitchen counter, Sunwoo’s eyes fell onto the hint of scratches along Juyeon’s back, starting above the seam of his shirt and continuing beneath it, red marks that his own fingers had caused.
Fuck.
“Hot or iced?”
“H-huh?” Sunwoo could barely look at him without the color in his cheeks deepening, though he tried his best to not let it show as he followed Juyeon to stand in front of the kitchen counter. Just like that, he had almost forgotten about the headache prodding at the back of his head like a drill against his skull. “Uh, iced.”
“How sweet?”
“Mh… medium?”
“Vanilla?”
“S-sure.”
A smile broadened on Juyeon’s lips, his dark eyes melting into crescents. “Like me,” he said softly, leaving Sunwoo blushing even deeper than he thought it would even be possible.
After Juyeon carefully prepared both of their coffees, Juyeon settled against the kitchen counter by the oven, while Sunwoo leaned against the nearby kitchen table, grateful for the cold glass in his hands to keep his hands busy.
He was very aware that he stood in front of Juyeon with only his shirt and a measly pair of boxers on, and still struggled to actually look at the other – just hours ago, that man in front of him had taken him apart bit by bit then set him back together, and now he had made coffee for him and stood there with such an innocent and kind smile that Sunwoo wasn’t even sure if that was the same person that had made him scream and shake that night.
But of course, he was the same. Same gorgeous face that Sunwoo had gotten used to staring at across the library, now looking at him. Same large hands that he had seen against basketballs on the campus sports court around lunch time, that now put down his glass of coffee and calmly added the chopped green onions to that simmering broth on the stove.
Even the cutting board looked small when Juyeon was holding it, and Sunwoo imagined what those hands had to have looked like on his hips where they had bruised him so beautifully.
He gulped, and set the coffee glass onto the table before he joined him to stand by the oven.
“What, um, what are you cooking there?” he asked, peeking into a pot. He spotted a bunch of ingredients, shiitake mushrooms and dried seaweed sheets, radish and pieces of beef, all swimming in a brownish broth. His mouth watered just by looking at the simmering dish.
“Hangover soup,” Juyeon said, reaching past Sunwoo to turn about the heat a little. “I’m sure we both need it…”
Juyeon’s words hadn’t even been that funny, he hadn’t even tried to make a joke, and still Sunwoo found himself giggling, having to bite down onto his bottom lip to stop himself.
“I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” Sunwoo looked up at him to give Juyeon a tentative smile, and found the other looking back at him.
Sunwoo hesitated, and though he was aware of how cliché it sounded even just in his head, he felt dizzy looking directly at Juyeon.
Over the months that Sunwoo had spent at college and around his peers, they all had put Juyeon on almost a pedestal, raising him into a position of some unattainable Greek god. He was it all, smart and kind, hot and popular, everyone wanted his attention and craved for even an ounce of his affection. Having him know your name was an accomplishment, having him talk to you on campus was an honor, something to rave about for days after.
Juyeon definitely knew Sunwoo’s name now, it had left his lips plenty of times, in shaky moans and low sighs against his skin.
Sunwoo had barely registered that he was just blankly staring at the older, the thought that he should probably come up with some conversation topic just starting to form in his mind, when Juyeon spoke up, mumbled again almost shyly, and Lee Juyeon was never this shy – “Sunwoo, can I…”
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you again?”
Sunwoo’s lips parted in surprise, taken aback by the sudden question. He nodded, and already Juyeon’s lips came crashing against him.
Sunwoo wasn’t tiny, nor particularly slim and scrawny – years of regular soccer practice had given him muscles and overall a good body – but Juyeon was taller than him, broader, and stronger. He nudged him up against the kitchen counter with ease, tilted his head up and kissed him stormily, making Sunwoo all pliant and soft in his hands.
Sunwoo sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Juyeon’s neck to pull him closer, fingertips grazing against his skin, leaving more marks than there already were on him.
Juyeon kissed Sunwoo as if they had done this a million times already, so confident, with none of that hesitance that had accompanied his countenance all this morning, as if he knew exactly what Sunwoo liked and somehow actually succeeding to press all the right buttons.
How did he do it?
Was he just that good of a kisser? He certainly looked like he would be.
Or would anything that Juyeon tried work on Sunwoo? Just like he had giggled at every even remotely funny thing Juyeon said, he now took anything that the older would give him.
The kiss was messy, sloppy, and bold. Sunwoo was half up on the counter, Juyeon’s shirt had ridden down his shoulder and the material of his Juyeon’s sweatpants around his thigh was pressing against the thin fabric of Sunwoo's boxers. He kissed him until his brain was mush, just as he had fucked every thought out of him just hours ago.
He didn’t know what it was about him that caused Sunwoo to be like this, drooly and docile and burning for his kisses, throwing his head back when Juyeon’s lips slid down to add a couple of more hickeys to the ones already on Sunwoo’s skin, arching his back at the slightest touch.
The sounds of their hungry kisses almost drowned out the bubbling of the cooking hangover soup, filling the silence of the apartment. This could have gone on forever, them making out between the sink and fridge, going in for more and more whenever one pulled away, strings of saliva connecting their lips even when parted.
Sunwoo wouldn’t have objected to being bent over the kitchen counter, and they were definitely heading in that direction, when suddenly a hissing sound and the smell of something burnt caught both of their attention, averting it from each other.
With Juyeon’s hands still on his cheeks, Sunwoo looked over to the stove, where the broth that had been calmly simmering before was now spilling over the edge of the pot, boiling in bubbles, splashing onto the heated stove plate.
“Oh, shit—” Sunwoo mumbled, glancing back at the other. As the low chuckle that Juyeon had let out turned into a bright laugh, he held Sunwoo’s face a little longer than necessary before reaching over to turn the heat down and mop up the spilled mess.
Sunwoo’s heart swooped.
“It’s fine—” Juyeon hurried to say, “it’s still good”, flashing an apologetic smile at Sunwoo, who was still trying to slow his heart rate down and steady his breath in a way that wasn’t too telling of how worked up Juyeon had gotten him.
While Juyeon set the pot with the ready soup onto a coaster on the small, round dinner table, Sunwoo scoured the cupboards for bowls. Juyeon told him to also retrieve some side dishes from the fridge while he checked if the rice was ready. Sunwoo hid a smile throughout the preparations as he couldn’t help but notice the domesticity of the situation. He enjoyed it.
He winced as he sat down across from Juyeon, body jerking up ever so slightly as he lowered himself onto the chair. Once again, blush painted his cheeks as he avoided the amused look in Juyeon’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare laugh, hyung, this is your fault,” he grumbled then as he reached for the chopsticks.
“That you’re sore?”
“Mh. A-and all of those hickeys. Your fault too.”
Juyeon smiled. “Sorry about that.”
Sunwoo muttered a quick “’s okay”.
"You look so pretty with those hickeys, though."
Sunwoo blushed. Under the table, the sides of his feet were touching Juyeon’s – the table was already small, and with especially Juyeon’s long legs, there wasn’t exactly much space.
Juyeon’s hangover soup was good, very good. Sunwoo’s headache came and went in waves, paired with an overall fatigue and dull nausea, though he didn’t really spend too much time dwelling on how he felt – there were many more important things to focus on, and all of them traced back to Juyeon.
The conversation developed all by itself – it was surprisingly easy to talk to him, to make him laugh and to find shared interests, and Sunwoo had worried about being awkward for nothing. Juyeon liked similar movies as he did, and in the time that they sat at the table, each found multiple movies that he strongly recommended the other to watch. He was effortlessly funny and had Sunwoo almost choke on his food from laughing so much.
It had been easy to imagine them getting along well in the comfort of having nothing more but a slight crush on an older student – the realization that Juyeon was even lovelier than he had thought, sweeter than he had been told, even more charming than he had appeared…
They already had to tilt the bowl to spoon up the rest of the soup, when the doorbell rang. Juyeon jumped up, hitting his knee against the edge as he wanted to round the table to get to the door, though he tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. Sunwoo smiled.
He couldn’t see who was at the dorm as Juyeon opened it. He stayed sitting at the dining table, realizing how little clothing he was wearing and how half of it wasn’t even his, and adding to that the amount of unmistakable hickeys all over his body. Should he use the excuse of going to the bathroom as an excuse to hide from whoever had shown up at Juyeon’s doorstep before they could enter?
His plan was quickly crossed from his mind as he heard the beginning conversation.
“What are you doing here, hyung?” Juyeon asked in surprise, adding immediately “whatever it is, n-not now, later—”
“Why?” Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he recognized the other’s voice to be Younghoon, one of Juyeon’s closest friends, and probably a close second regarding popularity on campus.
“Just, I—I’m busy,” Juyeon replied, with one hand gripping the door handle, ready to shut it again.
“… do you have someone over? From last night? Who? Do I know them?”
“Hyung, please—”
“Is it that cute freshm—”
“Leave,” Juyeon almost begged, “Come back later, okay? I’ll text you.”
With that Juyeon closed the door, having successfully shooed away his friend. He smiled nervously, and Sunwoo blinked at him, the question if he was that cute freshman already lingering on his tongue, though he didn’t have the guts to ask.
“Sorry about that,” Juyeon muttered. “He just shows up at my place sometimes.”
“Oh, uh, don’t worry.”
“Good news, though, I just found your pants.” Juyeon bent down to pick up what indeed were Sunwoo’s pants from between the coffee table and the couch.
“How did those get there,” Sunwoo mumbled.
“I took it off there,” Juyeon replied as he folded the pair of jeans over the backrest of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, a sly smile now playing on his lips. “Why? Don’t you remember? Actually, I wanted to ask…”
“Yes?”
“What do you remember of last night?”
Sunwoo’s cheeks flared up once again. “Everything,” he said, and he meant it. “I remember everything. You?”
“Me too. All of it.”
Sunwoo mustered nothing more than a weak hum as a response. He was more than willing to change the topic, as he would have only blushed even more, when he spotted a black kitten clumsily making its way towards him, tiny paws quiet against the floor and greenish blue eyes staring up at him curiously.
“You have a cat?” Sunwoo blurted out, his spoon clattering against the inside of his bowl as he dropped it promptly.
“Oh, looks like someone woke up.” Juyeon grinned. “She was sleeping on the couch. Her name’s Berry.”
Sunwoo slid off his chair immediately and went onto his knees, carefully lifting the small pet onto his lap. The dark fur was incredibly soft against his bare thighs. He cooed, beginning to gently ruffle the animal’s neck and stroke the fur between its pointy ears with his thumb.
“How old is she?” he asked, voice hushed now as if he didn’t want to scare the cat away.
“Four months.”
“She’s so adorable,” he sighed, letting out a giggly laugh as Berry squirmed on his lap, raising its paws to playfully try to catch Sunwoo’s hand as he lifted it above her head. He then positioned one hand under Berry’s belly and lifted her up to his face, scrunching his nose as the cat craned its small head and its whiskers tickled against his face.
“She likes you.”
Sunwoo looked up to find Juyeon watching him, leaning against the backrest of the couch with his arms loosely crossed in front of his chest. A fond streak had appeared in his warm eyes.
“She’s shy with strangers, usually, sometimes she doesn’t even let someone else other than me pet her.” He laughed gently. “Also… she was grumpy at me earlier because I didn’t let her sleep in the bed last night, but it looks like she forgave you already.”
“Why did you not let her into the bed?” Sunwoo asked.
“Well, for the first half of the night she couldn’t have slept there anyway. For the second half… I wasn’t sure if you were going to be okay with it, and you were pretty tired, so…”
“Are you kidding me? That would have been more than okay!” Sunwoo held the kitten up to his chest as he slowly got back onto his feet. It snuggled against him, though Sunwoo wasn’t sure if it was because of him or because it recognized the smell of Juyeon’s shirt. “Hyung,” he said in an almost whiny tone, “you should definitely let her in next time I’m—”
Sunwoo faltered as he saw Juyeon’s eye widen a little, and just a heartbeat later he realized what he had said.
Next time.
They hadn’t talked about a next time yet. They hadn’t talked about anything of that sort yet, neither of them had even explicitly mentioned exactly what had happened the night before. It had lingered between them, they both knew, of course, but they hadn’t talked about it.
Frankly, Sunwoo wasn’t even sure if what had happened was just a one-night stand or the start of… more.
Still holding Berry who had started purring loudly, his eyes coincidentally fell onto the clock on the wall behind Juyeon, with horror realizing that it was much later than he had thought it was, and fuck, he had to be at work in an hour.
Considering that he was still only wearing little clothing, half of it not even being his, and that he had to get home, get dressed, and get to work in time, it seemed very much like he didn’t have much time.
His heart sank, and he stifled a frustrated groan.
Juyeon raised an eyebrow questioningly as he found a pout forming on Sunwoo’s lips.
“I have to leave,” he muttered, while every fiber of his being resented those words. “Work…” he added.
“Oh-okay. Sure.” Juyeon gave him a reluctant smile. “I’ll help you find your shirt.”
Sunwoo nodded, hesitating before he let the kitten in his hands onto the couch cushion, where it rolled up into a small ball.
They found his shirt by one of the bedposts. Again, his whole body seemed to be against it as he took of Juyeon’s shirt and dropped it onto the end of the mattress. The air of the bedroom was cool against his bare skin as he quickly changed into his pants and shirt, and he had a sour feeling in his mouth as he collected his phone and then crossed the room to put on his shoes.
Juyeon had picked up Berry in the meantime. He could hold her in one hand, easily even, and she was calmly gnawing on his thumb as he opened the door for Sunwoo.
“Before you leave—” he said then, “take my, um, take my number. Give me your phone, I’ll save it for you. If you want.”
Sunwoo nodded silently, unlocking his phone, and holding it out to Juyeon.
“Call me,” Juyeon muttered as he typed in his number in a new contact template, “if you ever, um want to repeat last night.” His eyes briefly flickered up at Sunwoo, a soft smile on his lips. “– or if you want to grab a coffee… if you want to show me one of those movies we talked about.”
He handed him the phone. “Or if you want to see Berry again – I think she fell a little bit in love with you.”
Maybe it was because of how the sunlight fell through one of the nearby windows, illuminating Juyeon so prettily. Maybe it was because Sunwoo knew that he had to leave now. Whatever it was, it struck him like lightning, and he stopped and stared.
Juyeon was so gorgeous.
Aside from all the obvious aspects, aside from what you noticed about him from afar and in passing, every detail about him was so mesmerizing to Sunwoo.
The hint of his upper front teeth showing through parted lips, the shells of his ears, the shape of his jaw, the inner corners of his eyes, the placement of every mole on his skin.
Sunwoo could have spent a long time finding more and more details about him that he liked.
Berry might not have been the only one to fall a little bit in love this morning.
“I’ll call you. I definitely will.”
“Good.” Juyeon gave him a bright smile. “I will be looking forward to it.”
Sunwoo smiled, hands buried in the pockets of his pants, suddenly very awkward. “Alright, then…”
“Get home safely, and good luck at work,” Juyeon said.
“Thanks, hyung. Have a, um, have a nice day.”
“Thanks, Sunwoo.”
Juyeon’s arm moved, and Sunwoo thought he was going to close the door when instead he reached out to cup his cheek and pull into one last kiss for the day. It was a slow and tender one this time, so different from that stormy and rough one by the kitchen, or those many drunken needy ones of last night.
Juyeon swayed back just a moment later, too early for Sunwoo’s liking, his fingertips lightly brushing over the purple hickeys on his neck as he pulled away and with another smile, closed the door behind him.
Standing alone in the hallway, Sunwoo lightly smacked his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of Juyeon’s kiss – a promise for more if Sunwoo only wanted to.