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WEEK 1: Out of Character
Taeui wasn’t the sentimental type. He wasn’t the type to say sweet things, wasn’t the type to whisper embarrassing words like some lovesick fool.
But tonight, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just Ilay, sitting there with that unreadable expression, his sharp eyes watching him too closely—
Taeui exhaled and leaned in, voice unusually soft.
“…You know, sometimes, I feel like I was meant to meet you.”
"........"
Taeui immediately regretted it. His face burned as he pulled back, clearing his throat. “Ugh. Forget it—”
Ilay grabbed his wrist.
“…Say that again.”
Taeui scowled. “No.”
Ilay narrowed his eyes. “Taeui.”
Taeui looked away, grumbling. “Tch… You heard me the first time.”
Ilay stared at him for a long moment. Then—
He smirked.
“Well, well,” Ilay drawled, dragging Taeui onto his lap. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Taeui struggled, embarrassed. “Ya, let me go—!”
Ilay didn’t. Instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Taeui’s ear.
“If I was meant to meet you,” Ilay murmured, voice low, “then you were meant to be mine.”
Taeui froze, face burning. “Y-you—”
Ilay laughed, pulling him closer. “You started it.”
Taeui groaned, burying his face in Ilay’s shoulder.
He was never saying something romantic again.
WEEK 2: After last night.... size matters (too much!)
Taeui lay sprawled on the bed, utterly spent, his body aching in ways he wasn’t sure were normal.
Ilay, of course, looked perfectly fine—leaning against the headboard, arms crossed, with that obnoxious smirk of his.
Taeui shot him a glare, face still flushed. “If your dick shrunk by half its size, I might actually enjoy sleeping with you more.”
Ilay raised a brow, amused. “Might?”
Taeui huffed, turning away. “To be fair, you’re good in bed.”
Ilay’s smirk widened. “Oh?”
Taeui sighed dramatically. “At least you don’t just finish alone.”
Ilay chuckled, reaching over to brush his fingers against Taeui’s waist—making him flinch. “So, you do enjoy it.”
Taeui swatted his hand away. “Tch. Not the point.”
Ilay tilted his head. “Would you rather I hold back?”
Taeui went silent.
Ilay leaned in, lips ghosting over his ear. “Didn’t think so.”
Taeui hated how his heart skipped a beat. “You’re—so full of yourself.”
Ilay grinned. “You wouldn’t like me any other way.”
Taeui shot Ilay a murderous glare from where he lay.
And Ilay—smug, annoying Ilay—was sitting beside him, looking obscenely relaxed, running lazy fingers through Taeui’s hair like he hadn’t just ruined him.
Taeui groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “Ugh. I’m serious about your big dick. You should really do something about that.”
Ilay chuckled, leaning in until his breath ghosted against Taeui’s ear.
“I am,” he murmured, voice low and amused. “I’ll help you adapt to its size.”
Taeui froze. His face burned.
He whipped around, glaring daggers. “YOU—”
Ilay smirked, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m just being helpful.”
Taeui kicked him off the bed.
Taeui sat up, still glaring at Ilay like a victim of a stolen fist kiss- a man who had the audacity to look unbothered even after being kicked off the bed.
Ilay stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders like this was just another casual conversation. “What?” he said, that damn smirk still on his lips. “I told you, I’ll help you adapt.”
Taeui’s face burned. “You bastard! What the hell does that even mean?!”
Ilay climbed back onto the bed, leaning in close—too close. “It means we’ll take it slow,” he murmured, voice teasing. “Little by little.”
Taeui scowled, trying not to let the warmth in his stomach get worse. “You make it sound like a damn training program.”
Ilay chuckled. “You need conditioning.” His hand slid down Taeui’s back, light, teasing. “Building endurance. Gradual exposure. Maybe even some stretching exercises.”
Taeui whipped his pillow at him. “GET OUT.”
Ilay dodged, laughing. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
Taeui glared, gripping another pillow just in case. “I hate you.”
Ilay smirked, catching his wrist and pulling him right against his chest. “No, you don’t.”
Taeui definitely wasn’t blushing.
(Has Taeui really adapt to the size, who knows.)
WEEK 3: Let's wear a condom next time!
Taeui lay on his back, breath still uneven, his face flushed as he muttered, “Let’s… let’s wear a condom next time.”
Ilay, hovering over him, raised a brow, clearly amused. “Let’s?”
Taeui scowled, turning his head away. “You heard me, bastard.”
Ilay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of Taeui’s neck—right where he knew he was sensitive. “You say that like I’m the one taking it.”
Taeui twitched. “Shut up.”
Ilay grinned against his skin. “Why? Feeling sore?”
Taeui kicked him. “OF COURSE I AM, YOU ASSHOLE.”
Ilay laughed, catching Taeui’s leg and pressing it back down against the mattress. “Fine, fine,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down Taeui’s side. “I’ll be good tonight.”
Taeui exhaled in relief. “Good.”
A beat of silence. Then—
“…Just kidding.”
Taeui launched his pillow at Ilay’s face. Glaring at the taller man with half-lidded eyes, his body still aching. He groaned, shifting uncomfortably, before muttering, "Why do you like going in raw anyway?"
Ilay, sitting beside him with that ever-present smirk, lazily traced his fingers down Taeui’s spine. “I like cumming inside you.”
Taeui knew he was going to say that.
He rolled his eyes, face heating. “You freak.”
Ilay chuckled. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Taeui scoffed, trying to ignore the way Ilay’s fingers pressed into his hip. “That’s not the point.”
Ilay tilted his head, watching him with those damn sharp eyes. “What is the point, then?”
Taeui hesitated for a second before grumbling, “…It’s risky, you know.”
Ilay smirked, leaning in. “Worried?”
Taeui’s face burned. “NO—I just don’t want to deal with any consequences!”
Ilay chuckled, pressing a kiss to Taeui’s shoulder. “Fine. I’ll consider it.”
Taeui glared. “Consider—?! You don’t consider safe sex, you just do it!”
Ilay grinned. “Then I’ll make sure you’re too distracted to complain next time.”
He continued, "I want to try to get you pregnant."
Taeui choked, he nearly died.
"ILAY?! I'm a guy, a GUY!"
"I know. Still, I want it to be true."
".........."
Taeui grabbed the nearest pillow and whacked him with it.
WEEK 4: Normal... too normal
Taeui never thought he’d see the day where Ilay—the same Ilay who thrived on chaos, who smirked at the sight of blood, who never seemed to care about anything—would be standing in his kitchen, shirtless, hair still damp from a shower, flipping pancakes like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“…What the hell am I looking at?” Taeui muttered, leaning against the counter, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Ilay didn’t even glance at him. “Breakfast.”
Taeui squinted at the plate beside him—stacked with actual, properly cooked pancakes. “…Didn’t take you for a pancake guy.”
Ilay shrugged. “I’m not.”
Taeui frowned. “Then why—”
Ilay finally turned, handing him a plate with a lazy smirk. “You like them.”
Taeui blinked, momentarily thrown off.
A beat of silence.
Then—his face burned. “Ya—what—since when do you care about what I like?!” (Since forever, Taeui....)
Ilay raised a brow, setting down the pan. “Since I started sleeping with you.”
Taeui choked. “YOU—”
Ilay snorted, pulling him close by the waist. “What? You wanted me to court you instead?”
Taeui glared, face still hot. “I want you to shrink.”
Ilay smirked, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Not happening.”
Taeui groaned, shoving the pancake into his mouth to avoid saying anything stupidly sentimental.
Damn it. He hated how good this felt. We are seriously acting we're in our 50 years of marriage!!
WEEK 5: "Mundane things"... too normal part 2
Taeui didn’t know how he ended up here—on the couch, legs stretched out, with Ilay Riegrow of all people sitting beside him, casually reading his book.
It was too peaceful. Too normal.
“…This is weird,” Taeui muttered, arms crossed.
Ilay barely glanced at him. “What is?”
Taeui gestured vaguely between them. “You. Me. Sitting here like an old married couple.”
Ilay smirked. “That’s dramatic.”
Taeui huffed. “Since when do you do mundane things?”
Ilay tilted his head. “Since you keep dragging me into them.”
Taeui blinked. “I do not—”
Ilay raised a brow. “Who made me go grocery shopping yesterday?”
Taeui clicked his tongue. “We needed food.”
Ilay continued, “Who forced me to build that shelf in the bedroom?”
Taeui scowled. “You have muscles, use them.”
Ilay smirked, leaning in. “And who makes me sleep here every night instead of leaving after we’re done?”
Taeui froze, face heating.
Ilay’s smirk widened. “See? You make me domestic.”
Taeui grabbed the nearest cushion and slammed it into Ilay’s face. “SHUT UP.”
Ilay just laughed, catching Taeui’s wrist before pulling him in—so easily, so effortlessly—until he was right in his lap.
“Admit it,” Ilay murmured against his ear. “You like having me around.”
Taeui’s heart skipped a beat.
“…Shut up,” he muttered again, quieter this time.
Ilay chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, yeah.”
WEEK 6: Stop kissing me...
Taeui barely had time to react before Ilay leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.
“Ya!—” Taeui scowled, shifting away, only for Ilay to follow, this time kissing the side of his jaw.
“What's with you?” Taeui grumbled, trying to push him off.
Ilay only smirked, completely unfazed, before planting another slow, deliberate kiss on Taeui’s cheek. Then another, just below his eye. Then one on his forehead. Then—
“Stop kissing me everywhere like a damn mosquito!” Taeui snapped, grabbing Ilay’s face.
Ilay just grinned, looking completely unbothered. “What? You have a problem with it?”
“Yes, I do—”
Ilay cut him off by kissing him again, this time right on the tip of his nose.
Taeui twitched. “I swear to god—”
Another kiss. This time on his collarbone.
Taeui jerked back, feeling heat crawl up his neck. “Ilay!”
Ilay finally pulled back, lips curved into a smug smirk. “Hm?”
Taeui glared, breath unsteady. “You—”
Another kiss, right on his lips this time, slow and deep.
By the time Ilay pulled away, Taeui was seething—mostly from embarrassment.
“…You don’t actually have a reason for doing this, do you?” Taeui muttered, voice lower.
Ilay tilted his head, resting his chin on Taeui’s shoulder. “Do I need one?”
Taeui clicked his tongue, trying very hard to ignore the way his heartbeat was suddenly unsteady.
“새끼,” he muttered. (Bastard)
Ilay just hummed in agreement, pressing another kiss—this time right below Taeui’s ear.
Okay, okay, enough is enough! Tonight will be Taeui's redemption arc!!
Ilay was always kissing him whenever he wanted—on the forehead, cheek, neck, everywhere—smug as hell, knowing Taeui would get all flustered.
Well, two could play that game.
So when Ilay least expected it—leaning lazily against the counter, flipping the pages through the cookbook like he had nothing to worry about—Taeui struck.
He grabbed Ilay’s jaw and kissed him.
Not just once—oh no, Taeui went all in. He kissed Ilay’s cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck, fast and messy and endless.
"........."
Taeui could feel the moment it hit him—the sheer disbelief, the fact that Taeui never initiated this first.
Taeui pulled back, smirking. “What? You have a problem with it?”
Ilay blinked, staring down at him, completely caught off guard.
“…Tae-il”
Taeui leaned in again, pressing another kiss just below Ilay’s ear. “What? You do it all the time.”
Ilay’s fingers twitched at his sides.
Taeui grinned. “You don’t actually have a reason for doing it, do you?”
Ilay narrowed his eyes, something dangerous flashing through them.
“…Taeui..”
Taeui barely had time to react before Ilay grabbed him and flipped their positions—pinning Taeui against the counter, lips curling into a slow, dangerous smirk.
“You wanna start a war?” Ilay murmured, tilting Taeui’s chin up with two fingers.
Taeui swallowed. Maybe he didn’t think this through. This psycho is towering over him leaving no room to escape.
Ilay leaned in, voice dark with amusement. “I hope you’re ready to lose.”
WEEK 7: What round is it...?
Taeui lay sprawled on the bed, like a corpse, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His hair was a mess—half-dried from the earlier fiasco, now damp with sweat instead.
Ilay, of course, looked perfectly fine. Bastard.
Taeui groaned, turning his head slightly to glare at him. “What round is this…?” His voice was hoarse, lips slightly swollen.
Ilay smirked, looking way too amused. “You lost count?”
Taeui had lost count, and that pissed him off even more. “As if I’d bother keeping track when you keep going like a damn lunatic.”
Ilay hummed like he's in a good mood, leaning over Taeui’s exhausted form. He traced a slow, teasing finger down Taeui’s exposed collarbone, stopping just above the fresh marks scattered across his skin. “You handled it well, though.”
Taeui twitched. “Don’t patronize me.”
Ilay grinned, lowering his head to press a slow, lingering kiss to Taeui’s shoulder. “Alright. Let’s go again, then.”
Taeui’s soul nearly left his body.
“YA—”
Ilay chuckled, ignoring his protests as he pressed Taeui back into the mattress. “I’ll count for you this time. Starting from zero again."
WEEK 7.5: Does it hurt..?
Taeui sighed as he eyed Ilay, who was slumped on the couch like a lazy leopard, an unlit cigarette dangling between his fingers. His shirt was loose, exposing glimpses of bruises from their earlier... activities. But that wasn’t what concerned Taeui—it was the scratches on Ilay’s back, still red and raw from the shower.
“You’re an idiot,” Taeui muttered, standing in front of him with a small first-aid kit.
Ilay raised a brow. “....?”
Taeui scowled, sitting beside him and pulling out some ointment. “What, you thought I wouldn’t notice how you flinched in the shower?”
Ilay smirked. “Did I?”
Taeui grabbed his wrist, forcing him to sit up properly. “Turn around.”
Ilay didn’t argue, shifting to give Taeui access to his back. Taeui sighed again at the sight—his handiwork was impressive, but the thought of those scratches stinging in the shower made him feel a little guilty. A bit guilty, he was being generous.
Without another word, he dipped his fingers into the ointment and carefully applied it over the wounds.
Ilay sucked in a sharp breath. “Cold.”
“Shut up.” Taeui kept going, his touch surprisingly gentle as he smoothed over every mark. "A man who beats people up actually flinches in the shower, it's a bit adorable..."
"Is that how you see me as?" Ilay chuckled, resting his chin on his arms. “But I didn’t hear you complain earlier.”
Taeui smacked his shoulder. "Ah.."
“That’s for being a cocky bastard,” Taeui grumbled, but his hands remained soft as he continued tending to Ilay’s wounds.
Ilay was quiet for a moment, letting Taeui work. Then, after a while, he muttered, “You don’t have to do this, Taeui.”
Taeui huffed, “Still....It’s your fault that I even scratched you anyway.”
Ilay let out a low chuckle, turning his head slightly. “Oh? So now it’s my fault?”
Taeui glared at him, dipping his fingers into the ointment again. “Yes! If you weren’t being so damn relentless, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hold on for dear life!”
Ilay smirked, entirely unbothered. “You could’ve just let go.”
Taeui scoffed, slapping the ointment a little harder onto his back just to be petty. “Let go? And then what? Get thrown around like a ragdoll?”
Ilay hissed at the slight sting but only laughed under his breath. “You’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it.”
Taeui froze for half a second before grumbling under his breath, avoiding eye contact. “…That’s not the point.”
Ilay shifted slightly, tilting his head to look up at him. “Oh? Then what is?”
Taeui clicked his tongue, forcing Ilay to sit still again as he carefully finished applying the last of the ointment. “The point is,” he muttered, “you better take responsibility for making my arms sore, and for getting yourself all scratched up.”
Ilay smirked, voice dipping into a low purr. “Responsibility, huh? I like the sound of that.”
Taeui paused, then immediately smacked the back of Ilay’s head.
“Ow—”
“That’s not what I meant, dumbass Ilay!”
WEEK 8: Are we married?
"Taeui."
"......?"
"Jeong Taeui."
"W-what?"
Ilay smirked, leaning in close, his breath warm against Taeui’s ear. “Are we married?” he whispered, amused.
Taeui scoffed, crossing his arms. “With how much you’re all over me? Feels like it.”
Ilay chuckled, resting his chin on Taeui’s shoulder. “Then where’s my ring, dear spouse?”
Taeui flicked his forehead. “You wanna put a ring on me? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can even commit that much.”
Ilay hummed, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, without warning, he took Taeui’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing his ring finger slowly, deliberately.
“…I could, you know,” Ilay muttered, voice lower than before. “If you really wanted me to.”
Taeui felt his face heat up. He yanked his hand back. “Stop saying weird things...”
Ilay just laughed. “Admit it, you like the idea.”
Taeui turned away with a grumble, muttering under his breath. “…Maybe.”
Ilay’s smirk widened. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
WEEK 9: Is this place soundproof?
"Ilay, is this place soundproof?"
Taeui has done a lot of thinking, fuck fuck! Why was the neighbor looking at me weirdly earlier, why do I get a bad feeling..?! Taeui tried, really tried to snap out of it. This place does sound like an opera house and a construction site mixed together, because of this crazy man!
Ilay raised a brow at Taeui’s sudden question, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Why? Planning to scream?”
Taeui kicked him under the table. “Shut up! That’s not what I meant!”
Ilay chuckled, rubbing his shin with an exaggerated wince. “Then why do you care?”
Taeui glanced around suspiciously, lowering his voice. “I just… wanna know, okay?”
Ilay leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. “Mm. Not really.”
Taeui froze. “Wait what?!”
Ilay smirked. “It’s not completely soundproof.”
Taeui buried his face in his hands. “Oh my god.”
Ilay chuckled, leaning closer. “Maybe that’s why the old lady downstairs gave you that look the other day.”
Taeui kicked him again. “I’m never coming here again.”
Ilay caught his ankle this time, smirking. “Oh? But I thought we were practically married?”
Taeui groaned. “Shut up, Ilay!”