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Hansol likes to observe. He doesn't know where his fascination in watching silently started, but it grew on him. Maybe during his third grade in elementary, when all he could see and hear were two older people with unrelenting actions, and they had their mouths opened and spat words that were somehow familiar but vague to Hansol's knowledge. They did not let each other's sentences finish, like they were desperately asking to be heard—specifically to each other. He was there, and his parents need not to tell him to interfere nor bother both of them anymore. He just felt like he is not that important enough to meddle, but he couldn't bring himself to leave as well—his body won't stop shaking. So, he watched.
It kept going like that until he graduated elementary school. That's when his parents decided to part ways. Hansol realises he's right too; he's not important enough to them. They argued one last time because of that, he remembers, they did not want to take Hansol under their care as it carries too much responsibility and time. They both wanted out of it, as if Hansol was the one that imprisoned them together for how many years. Maybe he did, he watched both of them become far from what they looked like years ago. Their cheekbones showed up with so much sharpness in it, along with the bags under their eyes going deeper, and their faces grew thinner. They were exhausted.
His father ended up taking him, and Hansol remembers the first and last time his father laid his eyes on him. It was full of nothing but resentment.
"You better not burden me."
Years passed by with him under his father's care. His father quickly regained his health as well as wealth three years after that. They never really talked even after that—no faint interactions or even a quick whispers to tell. His father was too engrossed with business trips, going anywhere but the manor house Hansol lived in. He received the eyes of pity as soon as his father started hiring staff to the manor, his situation was well-known, the current one. Hansol never really thought of it that much, but he grew conscious of it. His butler arrived way later, he got introduced to Hansol in the middle of his second year in college. Now, Hansol's in his last year.
His father's absence never changed. In fact, they grew apart and Hansol convinced himself to just be chill with it. He never tried reaching out as well, anyway. They were similar in that part, and maybe that's the only thing that kept them connected up until now. He did his part as his son, he thinks so. Studying and doing well in the University. His father did not bother to pry at his choice in college too.
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Right now he's in a loud party he got invited to, he's sitting at the couch with a cup he's holding in his hand that is surely filled with alcohol. Someone gave it to him, he hasn't drank it yet nor does he plan to. It's for display. He already knows the dirty tricks circling around when a party is held, he's been played too back then and it wasn't a recommended experience for sure. Hansol watches someone at the corner, two guys quietly talking to each other. As if they could hear their whispers to each other despite the loud bass eating the whole room up. They were never really close as one of them kept a safe distance between.
Seungcheol and Jeonghan, they were a known couple back then when Hansol was still a freshman. The school crowd admired their relationship, but some were fascinated the most by Jeonghan. And Seungcheol was aware of it, his possessiveness shows through even though he tried to be subtle with it. Always tagging behind Jeonghan in every party they attend (Hansol's always there too) and he never forgets to leave any trace of mark in Jeonghan that's always visible to the school crowd's eyes, a silent announcement that Jeonghan is his. They're an alumni now, they barely go to any parties anymore. Hansol is lucky to see them present at this party, but it looks like they're not together now.
Watching how Jeonghan quickly nods at something Seungcheol says and searches for someone in the crowd of people, until a guy approaches him and snakes his arms around Jeonghan's waist. Hansol lands his gaze at Seungcheol, his shoulders are shrinking down and his face tells of jealousy. They were quick to say their goodbyes to Seungcheol, and Hansol didn't notice that his stare was so intense at him that Seungcheol himself felt it. Because their eyes had met. Then, Hansol sees how Seungcheol's lips formed into a smile. No more hints of jealousy in his face, it replaced amusement. He starts walking towards him, and that is how Hansol just realised what he had done. He stared too much.
Now the space on the couch he's sitting on has shrunk down when Seungcheol decides to sit beside him, his arms landing on the back of the sofa where Hansol is leaning on. And Hansol can't help but feel his arms at the back of his neck, and it feels ticklish.
"You're from the fashion department, right?" Seungcheol asks him. Hansol nods in response, although he expected Seungcheol not to recognise him.
He would much like to keep it that way. Seungcheol is dangerous to him. He has something in him that could pull something out of Hansol, something that he tried to bury deep within him. He doesn't know what it is yet, but he knows it will be a disaster. And he's experienced enough disasters in his whole life to know one.
"Not having a good time?" Seungcheol tries to talk to him again, now with more curiosity in his eyes.
Hansol contemplated if he would answer or not. It would be rude to ignore him, knowing Seungcheol is his senior.
"No, I feel great." He finally decides to reply, and gives a quick glance to Seungcheol with a stern smile. Then he proceeds to watch the crowd in front him.
Seungcheol pressed his lips together, now determined that Hansol had responded to him. He speaks again, "You know, whenever I see you at every party, you've always settled yourself around the corner. Just quiet, and watching."
Hansol slowly felt his eyebrows meeting, "You've seen me?"
Seungcheol laughs because of that, "Of course. A lot may have, actually."
"What do you mean by that?"
"No one overlooks a pretty boy like you," Seungcheol answers smoothly with a smile in it. Definitely not a sweet one, it was sugar coated.
Hansol quickly catches up to it, his nose scrunching, "I heard you saying the same thing at the last party. To another boy."
Hansol gives him a knowing smile, and finally decides to stand up. That was a lie, that was the very first time he heard that compliment from Seungcheol. It crawls on him. Pretty boy. Two words, like a snake crawling from his nape with tingling sensations, making its way down to his spine and it ends on his lower back waist, and then it stays there. It's ticklish, and annoying.
He feels his throat drying up so he drinks from the cup he's been holding the whole time, taking it all in until it was empty. He's long forgotten to ignore the cup with how much he's dealing with right now. He heard something from Seungcheol after that but the biting taste of alcohol had kept him occupied, words from Seungcheol became a blur. He made his way to the kitchen where he saw another gallon of alcohol just on the counter. He fills up his empty cup with it, then drinks it again. Hoping it would remove the ticklish feeling on his lower waist, but to no hope, it didn't. It only worsened when he saw Seungcheol again, and he's leaning on the counter while his eyes never left Hansol's.
His gaze feels like a burning heat trying to reach the cold spot inside Hansol. The cold spot that something he didn't know is dying, but now it's creeping up to something lively whenever Seungcheol would spare him a time to look longer. He feels giddy, somehow desperate for a contact between them. He would want to move closer and feel the heat from Seungcheol so it would keep that cold spot inside him alive, not wanting for it to end. But Hansol's still sober enough to restrain himself.
"I don't think you're looking at the right one to hook up with," Hansol told him honestly. He knows Seungcheol is hitting on him, guaranteed—he's witnessed it from watching Seungcheol for years, not intentionally, it's just that he's always there when it happens. So he is very familiar with Seungcheol's flirting style now.
Hansol watched his right eyebrow raised, "And how can you be sure of that?"
He bites his inner cheek, thinking of an answer to that. Seungcheol's been a loving fool to Jeonghan back then, he knows that, but there were many times that they have fought and it reaches far as to them hooking up with somebody else. Hansol would watch Seungcheol approach an attractive one, shorter than him, more bold and initiative, someone that is hungry and impatient. And then he would drift his eyes away when their intimacy begins. That's how Hansol knows for sure he is far from those types of people that Seungcheol hooks up with.
"I am just sure," He finally replied, shortly. Seungcheol didn't look satisfied with his answer, his eyebrows remained up. There was silence after that, and Hansol took the chance to drink a few more shots of alcohol because of it.
Seungcheol, despite the silence, did not leave. He's still leaning on the counter, even more comfortable now as he watches Hansol do his thing.
Hansol grew so conscious of it that he started saying whatever came into his mind, "Do you watch ghibli studio films? I know a lot of fun facts about them."
Seungcheol looks at him, now his eyebrows have furrowed and it might have confused him. Hansol knew right then and there that he's unimpressed.
Seungcheol did not answer so he proceeded, "You know Totoro from My Neighbour Totoro? He's named after a worm."
Hansol's sure this time he's finally going to leave. He will see him as someone weird and will think of him as someone childish. He is now far from being interested in Hansol.
…or so he thought.
"Oh yeah?" Seungcheol subtly takes a step to close their distance, looking amused, "Tell me more about it."
Hansol feels his throat dry so he drinks the alcohol from the cup he just filled in a few seconds ago, emptying it. His breath hitched for a moment when he blinked two times because his vision started to blur. He can almost feel the heat from Seungcheol, and it makes him feel more giddy. More alive, like it fueled something in him.
He clears his throat then speaks again, "I suddenly forgot."
Seungcheol laughed and their shoulders bumped for a second. That contact almost made Hansol shiver from it. He never realised until now that he's been yearning for it. To feel Seungcheol's body. It was still a small contact, and Hansol's so close to losing his mind.
Perhaps, it's the alcohol.
"You amuse me," Seungcheol tells him, and then he moves closer. Hansol could feel his breath. "Can I kiss you?"
And Hansol is a weak man. His restrictions were long forgotten as soon as he nodded at Seungcheol, and their lips quickly came in contact. It became tangled, pressed harder to each other as it moved slowly, like they wanted to feel every bit of it.
Hansol is still a little bit sober enough to open his eyes when Seungcheol starts to lower his kisses down to his jaw. Hansol knows he is going down further than that so he stretches his neck a little to give Seungcheol more access, and also to feel his lips more. His hands start to roam around Seungcheol's hair, slowly locking his arms to him. And then he starts to feel Seungcheol's faint kisses on his neck, earning a little noise of pleasure he didn't know would come out from him. His eyes drifted behind Seungcheol when he felt like somebody's been watching them even before they started kissing. And he found them, those pairs of eyes. It's Jeonghan, he's watching them.
Hansol finally knew then and there that he was used for something as childish as jealousy. A game between two people, with prideful egos they can't let go.
But does that matter? He likes Seungcheol's lips on his lips, on his body. He likes the feeling of their skin brushing off each other. Seungcheol fueled a fire in him, and he wants it to stay like that. Burning and alive.
But he still doesn't feel comfortable with Jeonghan watching. So he whispers to Seungcheol with a breathy voice, "Can we continue it more privately?"
Seungcheol, somehow drawn into him only nods as he locks his arms in Hansol's waist and whispers back, "Hang onto me."
Hansol hesitated, feeling a little bit wary of himself. He's going to carry him?
Seungcheol was quick to notice it, and so he started to plant kisses to Hansol's neck going up to his jaw, nibbling with every kiss he'd planted. Hansol can't help but shiver from it, his whole body starts to feel weak with every touch Seungcheol had done. His thoughts a while ago faded leaving only thoughts of Seungcheol's lips on him.
"Come on, pretty boy. Hang onto me."
Hansol, now clouded with carnal thoughts, replied unconsciously like he had been waiting for this moment, "Yes, daddy."
"Fuck." Seungcheol muttered, now feeling impatient after what he heard from Hansol. Good thing, Hansol starts to cling his legs to his waist and even presses his body closer to Seungcheol, somehow grinding to him.
Once they've arrived into someone else's room, Seungcheol closes the door and sits on the bed with his lips not leaving on Hansol's. They were sloppy kisses, but desperate enough to show their intentions. Hansol's been sitting on Seungcheol's lap and he can feel Seungcheol down there, hard and growing. Hansol feels giddy again, and now that he no longer wants to restrain himself, he starts moving his hips, grinding his ass into Seungcheol's hard on. It earned a grunt from him, and Hansol's pretty satisfied with it…or maybe he wants more.
"So needy for me, hmm?" Seungcheol tells him with a teasing smile, his hands slowly going inside Hansol's shirt where it quickly lands on his belly, and his touch burns. It's what Hansol's been waiting for all his life, this burning heat from Seungcheol.
Seungcheol was quick to get rid of their clothes, he's growing impatient and Hansol could feel it. He's now lying on the bed, face to face with Seungcheol above him. He thinks for a moment how quick they got into this situation when all he thought was getting rid of Seungcheol. But instead, he got rid of his sanity.
Hansol wanted to cup his face, to appreciate this moment longer, but Seungcheol went down to him. His lips explored the bare skin of Hansol, not letting every part of it pass. Then, he starts to devour his nipples with so much hunger attached to it. His tongue swirls around its tip and then his teeth digs into it like a delectable meal. Hansol doesn't stop making noises, moans out of pleasure, and pleads of desperation wanting more of it. Seungcheol is obedient, and if it is possible even if they only just officially met earlier, Seungcheol acted like he's been doing this for a long time.
"Open up for me, pretty boy." Seungcheol told him, his hands are lingering between the inside thighs of Hansol. Rubbing it delicately, waiting for Hansol's signal to go in. Their eyes met, and their mutual connection of lust is the only thing visible, mirroring each other.
Hansol slowly opens his legs wide, his hard dick now fully displayed in Seungcheol's view. He raises his right arm and uses it to cover his reddened face, feeling embarrassed. Who would have thought Seungcheol, the one he'd been watching for years, would see him this way? The Seungcheol.
"Mhmm, that's what I like." Seungcheol tells quietly but it still reaches Hansol's ears, and he feels the heat building up, the fuel adding up in the burning fire. It's lit up well within Hansol.
"Please…" Hansol's body shivered the moment he felt his hands on his dick. It is ethereal, this is illegal. His touch burns. He wants more of it.
"Please what?" Seungcheol asks him, his voice could be provoking.
"Please, I…" Hansol couldn't continue when Seungcheol started sliding his hands up and down his dick, his other hand wandering down his hole, teasing the entrance of it.
Seungcheol hummed in a questioning manner, his hands never stopped working with him adding more pressure to it by squeezing his tip softly. Hansol's back arched with the contact, his arms now removed from his face as he tried to grip from the sheets beside him, a loud moan escaped from his lips.
The bliss didn't stop there, it was just the beginning. Seungcheol lets go of his dick for a moment, his hands are nowhere near Seungcheol's body now. It earned a whimper from Hansol, looking for the heat, scared that it might leave him.
"Good thing, I am well prepared huh?" Seungcheol tells him with a soft chuckle, and Hansol opens his eyes to see what Seungcheol is doing. He's now holding a small bottle of lube in his hand, dropping a large amount of it in his other hand. Hansol can't help but laugh too.
"What? You expected to fuck me?" Hansol can't help but ask.
Seungcheol looks up to him and then he closes up the bottle of lube and throws it somewhere, not breaking their eye contact. His hands went down and Hansol immediately felt his fingers in the entrance of his hole, tracing its shape as the slick from the lube was dropping down there. His hips slowly go up from the contact, his eyes are now closed with a quiet moan from his lips.
"A good fuck? Yeah," Seungcheol finally answered him and then his fingers slowly went inside Hansol's hole. And Hansol loses it, his hips won't stop going up with the pleasure he is receiving.
Seungcheol starts his job by sliding it in and out, slowly adding a finger within it while his pace gets faster. Hansol didn't stop himself from making lewd noises, his mind clouded by Seungcheol's fingers and how it felt inside him. It would sometimes twirl like it's looking for something inside, four fingers now moving inside him.
"What…" Hansol couldn't finish his words again when Seungcheol finally found his prostate, the one he was looking for. A loud and long moan tangled in his mouth as his back arched, he could feel himself close to orgasm. His precum leaking on his dick that's been twitching after Seungcheol hit his prostate.
"There," Seungcheol coos him as his other hand reaches for his waist to scoop him up, and Hansol lets him as he's too weak at the moment. "So easy for me," he continues.
Hansol tries to catch his breath, and he feels Seungcheol's hand cupping on his face so he weakly opens his eyes, then he looks at Seungcheol, "Come on, we're not yet there, pretty boy."
Hansol chuckles, "Yeah, no shit."
Seungcheol smiles at that, "Can you take another one?"
Hansol thinks about that for a second before he replies, "You're that big?"
"Oh baby, you will lose your mind the moment I am inside you."
Hansol couldn't help but scoff at the older boy's confidence, "Just get at it already."
Seungcheol doesn't take long until he feels stretched well, with all of Seungcheol's fingers inside him. He's now sitting on his lap with his ass raised, his dick sticking on his own stomach while Seungcheol kisses him hungrily.
"I'm ready now," Hansol tells him between their kisses and Seungcheol doesn't waste his time when he slowly lets out his fingers and breaks their kiss.
"On fours, pretty boy."
Hansol didn't have time to protest when Seungcheol himself held him tight and positioned him with what he had in mind. Hansol wanted to see his face though, but he'll take this too.
"Fuck," Seungcheol curses. His voice now deeper with much strength on it while he rubs his dick in Hansol's ass, sometimes stopping at the entrance of his hole. Hansol could only whimper as he moved his ass, trying to put it inside him.
"So desperate, huh?"
Hansol was about to look back at him to answer when he felt his dick sliding inside him quickly. Hansol's arms almost want to give up with how big Seungcheol is, stretching his hole wide. Hansol could feel his body shaking, and figured out that he just reached his orgasm. Some of his cums splattered on his chest and to the bedsheet. Hansol looks at it for a moment, shit he just cummed on a complete stranger's bed.
Seungcheol laughed a little, his arms snaking up to Hansol's neck, gripping it right there, "I told you."
Hansol hums, too tired to give him an answer. Yet, his dick starts to feel hard again with Seungcheol's hands at the back of his neck. It is gripping tight, the tip of his fingers would stretch out to reach his outer ear to rub it.
"Should I—"
"Yes, you fucking should."
So, Seungcheol starts to destroy him. His hips were rocking, not starting with a gentle thrust nor a warning. It's desperate, and Hansol doesn't mind it, heck, he loves it. The sound of their skin clapping, and sometimes the slick noises and short pops it makes from his hole and Seungcheol's dick. He didn't even had time to adjust at his size, but he's sure he had grown to love it with how much well he's taking Seungcheol inside him.
"So fucking tight," Seungcheol grunts and Hansol takes his compliment well with his walls tightening up to Seungcheol. "That's it," he added.
Hansol could feel himself cumming again with Seungcheol's animalistic pace, he tries to tell him in bubbled words that always gets tangled with his moan but Seungcheol is too busy wrecking his hole. So he cums again, with Seungcheol still thrusting into him.
"S-Seungcheol—"
"Better than him. I'm better than him, right?"
Hansol felt himself snapped, the bliss faded like a bubble. Seungcheol pounded into him while he continued to talk, "Jeonghan, tell me. I'm better."
Well, fuck.
Hansol swallows the lump on his throat, now quiet. He felt Seungcheol now growing fast with his thrusts, and then he leaned into Hansol close to his ear to whisper, "I'm close."
Good thing he is, because Hansol couldn't handle it if he continues longer any minute from now. Seungcheol pulled out his dick and then a few seconds from it, he felt something liquid on his ass. Silence engulfed for ten minutes, Seungcheol chasing his breath and Hansol sitting on the corner of the bed.
Hansol doesn't know why he's feeling heavy. He should have seen this coming. Seungcheol loves Jeonghan, of-fucking-course he loves him so much he screams his name while fucking someone else. He forgot that, because he was so different earlier and Hansol might have thought that the older boy he likes for years, more than like, maybe, if he thinks about it more, would have given him a chance.
That's quite not it.
"You're pretty quiet." Arms snaked around his waist and then he felt a heavy weight leaning onto his back. It's Seungcheol, he might have noticed his silence.
Hansol swallows the lump growing on his throat again, "I should leave."
Seungcheol's arms tightened on his waist, "Already? Let me clean you up."
Hansol thinks about it for a few minutes and Seungcheol grows impatient of his silence, nibbling his nape as he speaks, "Come on, pretty boy. You can't refuse me."
Hansol could only sigh after that. This is only a one time thing anyway, why does he have to be sulky about it? He's not Seungcheol's lover, heck, not even a friend, they don't have something for Hansol to react this way.
So he slowly opens his arms, wrapping it around Seungcheol's neck so he can cling to him. Seungcheol took it as a signal, he carried Hansol with no sweat and it was a good thing that the room had its own bathroom. Seungcheol opens it and then he gently puts Hansol in the sink, his hands cupping on his face to kiss him on the cheek. Hansol closes his eyes at it, letting himself be weak at Seungcheol even though he still feels a little sulky. He stayed quiet while Seungcheol turned on the shower, trying it to check the temperature. He adjusts something on it before he taps on Hansol's cheek lightly.
"Don't sleep yet, pretty boy. Let's clean you up."
Seungcheol was gentle the whole time. Careful and more attentive, always informing Hansol of what he's about to do and Hansol stayed quiet. All of his responses were a quick nod or a shake of head, and Seungcheol, looking like he wanted him to talk, didn't force him. He accepted his answers until they're finished. And now, Hansol's in the corner of the bed again drying his hair with a towel Seungcheol gave him. Seungcheol stayed in the bathroom, said he's going to clean himself up. Hansol's now in his clothes again, sober and awake.
This is the perfect time for him to leave, even though he wanted more time with Seungcheol. To savour the moment of Seungcheol taking care of him, so that he can have something to remember. But, his mind won't stop thinking about what happened earlier. And it bothers him. So, he leaves.
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It was easy for Hansol to move on, given that Seungcheol isn't studying at their university anymore. His focus on his studies never failed and now their finals on their last semester just ended. That means, a celebration.
"Come on, this will be the last time for us to get invited to parties! You're so lowkey and I'm a fucking brat and that adds up the reason for them not to invite us for the next few years even though we will be an alumni. Because obviously, we are not known."
Hansol heaves a sigh, "Chan, you can just go alone."
"What? And leave my bestie here all alone with his dry ass after not getting laid for months now?" Chan replied and that earned a scoff from Hansol.
"I chose not to get laid," He corrects Chan.
"Yeah, okay I know that. Then, just attend the party, you don't have to flirt around or what. Just do what you always do, watch and drink." Chan tries to convince him one more time and then he looks at him with pleading eyes—Hanol's weakness because he looks so cute, and even holds his hands.
"Come on, please? You won't let me go home with just anybody right?"
Few seconds of trying to think about it, before he lets out a defeated sigh, and Chan jumps out of joy. He's right, Hansol could never be at ease if he lets Chan go alone to parties especially when it starts late at night. He doesn't trust anyone.
"Only for an hour," he added and Chan groans at that, and then he raised his hand.
"Five."
"I could never—"
"He's not going to be there!" Chan immediately cuts him off with a high pitched voice, desperate to persuade him. Hansol's right eyebrow raised after he heard him.
"I heard he's busy with his business or something related to work. He's kinda old now for parties anyway, right?" Chan added.
"He's not that old," Hansol can't help but reply and that earned a sly smile from Chan.
"Yeah?"
"Okay, shut up. Let's get ready."
It was already nine in the evening when they arrived at the party, specifically in Seungkwan's party, their new friend. They were welcomed by the host too, and a tall one next to him who looked like a bodyguard (He is not, he is Seungkwan's boyfriend). The atmosphere was nice, the upbeat music is still there with tons of people with the typical couples who make out everywhere. Hansol didn't really go to parties anymore after what happened, and he never saw Seungcheol again after that. He sometimes heard Seungcheol visiting their university, but their paths never crossed.
"I'll see you around 12?" Chan asks him after he is greeted by someone. Hansol knows for sure it is one of his flings again.
Hansol nods at him, "I'll be by the kitchen."
Their ways parted after that, he goes straight to the kitchen, greeting some few acquaintances here and there before he gets a cup and fills himself with something to drink. He leaned into the kitchen counter, no plans of leaving there as he watched the crowd silently. This is what he likes whenever he gets invited to parties. There were so many people in the crowd with different stories they sometimes show with their actions. He loves watching how one awkwardly stands in the crowd, while others are busy dancing, jumping, playing around with alcohol in their hands. Sometimes he sees some guy walking shyly to a girl, trying his best shot to get the girl. All the time, he meets drunkards in the kitchen walking clumsily as they try their best to fill in their cups with alcohol. Sometimes Hansol would help.
But then, he meets someone he least expected to come. With his long hair now permed, he gives Hansol a smile before he goes straight to where the gallon of alcohol is. Complete silence is observed.
"I know you," Jeonghan starts to talk. Hansol looks at him with confusion.
"Pretty boy?" He talks again and now Hansol stiffened after hearing that word. Jeonghan gives him a smile again, but this time it is teasing.
"Indeed, you really are. I guess he really does have a thing for pretty boys like us."
He can feel himself getting nervous. What is this? What is Jeonghan doing here?
Someone walks into the kitchen again, this time he knows who it is. He walks straight to Jeonghan with his arms finding its place to Jeonghan's waist. He kisses Jeonghan on the cheek as he whispers something to him, then they both giggled. Hansol kept quiet while he watched them both, his mind starting to fill in with thoughts of him. What if he's here too?
"Oh, Hansol! Quite a surprise you're here." Hansol blinks at the call of his name, his eyes drifting to the guy beside Jeonghan. Right, he knows him.
"Hey hyung," he replies back shortly before he thinks of another answer, "Uh well, yeah. Just coming by. I'll be leaving later."
Jeonghan, on his side, shifts uncomfortably, "Why? Are you not having fun here?"
Hansol shakes his head, "Not really."
Jeonghan immediately pulls Joshua closer after that, their voices as low as whisper that Hansol couldn't hear. They were like that for a minute before Jeonghan jumps all of a sudden, his eyes widened like he remembered something.
"Shoot! I think I forgot my phone upstairs," He says out loud. Joshua sighs loudly too as he tells Jeonghan how careless he is for forgetting something like that.
They both said their goodbyes to Hansol after that, still rumbling about the phone. Hansol looks at their backs until they're out of sight. His thoughts went back to him again, and remembered those two words that Jeonghan called him. Pretty boy. It is crawling into him again, but this time it rests on his nape. It is annoyingly ticklish. He drank a few shots of alcohol to ignore it, and another few hours had passed with Hansol and his thoughts.
He never noticed until he looked into his phone at the time. It's already midnight, it's time to look for Chan. But before he could start, texts from Chan continuously rang into his phone so he opened it up to check.
Chan 🔥🔥
I left the party with Wonwoo, I'm sorry Sol!! I promise to buy you two buckets of ice cream next week pls dont be mad 🥰
I am safe and well, so don't worry. You know Wonwoo too.
Anyways, you can go home now if you're still there. But I just want to let you know that I might have seen him on our way out.
Hansol stares at the last message, ignoring the rest of it as he knows Chan is really safe with Wonwoo. He gets his last shot of alcohol before he starts to walk away from the kitchen and towards where the door is. Good thing it's just near because the alcohol is really starting to kick in now. He even meets Jeonghan and Joshua again on his way, they look drunk too.
"He's waiting outside," Jeonghan said before Joshua could even stop him. But Hansol's already at the door by the time Jeonghan said it.
So he opens the door, walking straight to the balcony to lean on it as he looks outside to where the front yard of the house is. There's a car parked just near to where he is, and then a man leaning on it as it was busy looking into his phone. Hansol stares at him, thinking he might be familiar but the lights on the yard weren't working so it is quite dark.
But then, their eyes met and something clicked inside Hansol the moment he knew who it was. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is he suddenly here?
He wasn't even able to process it when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he jumped out of shock as he quickly took a step away from him. His heart wouldn't stop beating loud and fast as he looked to see who it was.
"Been so long, huh?" Seungcheol greets him with no smile, his eyes now darkened with grimace. Hansol feels intimidated with how Seungcheol looks at him.
"U-Uh, why are you here?" Hansol responds with a question instead. He couldn't stop himself from stuttering.
"Should I not be here, pretty boy?" Seungcheol retorts as he takes a step forward, and Hansol backward.
Hansol swallows, now his stomach wouldn't stop moving like there's something inside it, "Aren't you…old enough for parties?"
Seungcheol's eyebrow raises at that, and then when Hansol is about to walk backwards any further he catches his arms immediately, pulling him closer to his chest. Hansol could feel himself frozen by that.
"Let's continue this conversation in my car."
Hansol found himself in the car, sitting in the passenger seat as Seungcheol sat beside him. Silence was there for ten minutes before Seungcheol talked, breaking in the silence.
"You left so quickly."
Hansol looks at him, and he can never tell if it's from the alcohol when he sees Seungcheol with something similar to longing in his eyes.
"I never even got to know your name," he added.
Hansol could feel his lips drying so he slightly opened his mouth to lick his lips. Not aware of the pair of eyes, watching him. Then, he gave Seungcheol a reply, something that is already on his mind.
"You don't need it. It was a one time thing."
Seungcheol's eyes darkened again, the same one he saw back from the balcony, "A one time thing?"
Hansol nods.
"That's how you thought it was?"
"That is how you usually do it, right?"
Seungcheol looks taken aback from what he heard, not able to respond quickly. And Hansol starts to feel like telling him everything.
"You find someone from the party to hook up with, after finding out your pretty ex has found someone again and even shows it in front of you. And then," He pauses, Seungcheol stared at him with shock visible in his eyes, before he continues, "You will fuck them nuts while moaning out your ex's name."
Hansol chased his breath as he looked away, his voice growing quiet, "So no, you don't need to know my name when you know whose name to call already."
Silence followed after them immediately, and Hansol felt suffocated. Why is he even here anyway?
"I…" Seungcheol tried to speak, and Hansol couldn't help but look back at him and then he saw Seungcheol's arms trying to reach him. "Fuck."
Seungcheol cursed for the next minute, then, he starts to remove the tie he's been wearing as well as his suit leaving only the long sleeves that he's currently adjusting up to his elbow. Hansol watches him in confusion and he can't help himself from asking.
"What are you doing?"
Seungcheol didn't answer, instead, he turns around to face Hansol completely and then he reaches out for his hands. Hansol hesitated so Seungcheol said, "Please."
Hansol, unsure of what he might do, finally lets him. He felt the burning heat again from Seungcheol, the cold spot melting with ice, as the fire started to grow. Seungcheol brought his hand to his face, and the next thing he did almost made Hansol jump out of his seat.
He kissed his hand softly, and then again and again, while he told him, "I'm sorry."
And Hansol just stared at him out of disbelief, his kisses were going up to his wrist, then his arm, and now Seungcheol's suddenly so close. That's how he snapped when Seungcheol gently cups his face.
"What—I, I don't understand what you're trying to do."
Seungcheol kisses his hand softly again, putting the back of his hand on his cheek as he closes his eyes, "I didn't understand why I've been looking for you, either."
Hansol kept his confused look, "You're being weird."
Seungcheol laughs at that, "But now that I've felt your touch, your skin, you, it may have been because of this."
"Your body," Seungcheol continued as he slowly pulled Hansol into him until he's now seated on his lap, "It was cold and there's this feeling I've unconsciously had. That was to give you heat, feeding my curiosity of what could I have felt if our bodies are tangled with heat, my heat. And I saw it from you, the fire growing up."
Seungcheol's hands quickly landed on his waist and it earned a burning touch, Hansol's eyes lit up, "That one. That's how you looked. Like a fire growing up, you felt and looked more alive."
His lips then started to dig on Hansol's collarbone. Nibbling on it before he sucks on it roughly, it earned a noise from Hansol. He looks up to Hansol with a sly smile, "And then, there's your voice."
Hansol closes his eyes, he can now feel Seungcheol's dick even from the layers of cloth between them. It is rock hard, and he wanted to feel it more. So, he starts to move his hips. Soft whimpers escaping at his lips while Seungcheol just stared at him, the fingers on his hands that are still on his waist, are tracing invisible circles on his bare skin that adds up the tingle within Hansol.
"Your voice stayed in my mind for months, and even though I almost didn't recognise it because of how long it has been since I've heard you, it still didn't leave me." Seungcheol told him, but he wasn't finished yet when he moved closer to Hansol's ear with a whisper, "I would sometimes masturbate with your voice lingering on my head."
Hansol grew weak as Seungcheol continued to speak to him. His words don't feel real with how he says each and every one of them. It is crawling on his whole body, turning him on more, as his hips quickened its pace a bit.
"It is holy, I could listen to you for eternity."
Hansol stops after hearing him, his face are now mixed with worry and shock, "But you love Je—"
Seungcheol immediately puts his finger in Hansol's lip, shushing him with gentleness, "My pretty boy, listen to me carefully."
Hansol looked like he wanted to protest, but he kept quiet and answered him with a nod. Seungcheol then puts his hand down, back to his waist and then he looks straight into Hansol's eyes.
"I loved Jeonghan, it is true." Hansol's eyes mirrored from what he heard, hurt visible on his face, his hands fisted up on the back of Seungcheol's collar but Seungcheol was quick to calm him down through his hands. Tapping it lightly with small rubs on it.
"But I moved on, even before we met. I have just realised it way later because I was so used to the idea of loving him. Now, you may have doubted it with the way I acted back then, but it is true. I no longer have feelings for him, because those feelings are growing for you."
Hansol looks taken aback after listening, his heart is now beating wildly than before. "Was that a confession?"
Seungcheol smiles at him before nodding, "If you let me be with you forever starting now, then yes."
Hansol slowly grew in a smile, "Silly, that's what I've wanted from the start."
Seungcheol hums, "Will you finally tell me your name now?"
Hansol slowly leans into Seungcheol, hiding his face into his neck as he feels himself blush.
"Hansol. Chwe Hansol."
Seungcheol kisses his nape now, as he slowly pulls Hansol out of his neck to see him clearly. He lifts his chin up straight to him, "Look at me, Hansol."
Hansol, now looking like a tomato, looks at him and then Seungcheol breaks into a smile again, "Just the right name for a pretty boy."
"Now, will you say my name too?"
Hansol scrunches his nose, trying to cover his shyness, "Why?"
"Please?"
Hansol bites his lips, his eyes looking away at Seungcheol when he looks at him with pleading eyes. He's too weak for pleading eyes, he knows that himself.
"...Seungcheol," he says in a quiet voice.
"I can't hear you, darling."
Hansol rolls his eyes, "You're making fun of me."
"No, come on. Please, one last time? Loud and clear," Seungcheol then takes his chin to turn him straight face to face with him, "And look at me this time."
Their eyes met, and Hansol knew then and there that he's falling.
"Seungcheol."