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The sound of moans rang loud in the confinement of the dim room. 

It’s embarrassing, knowing that those noises are coming out of his own mouth, as Beomgyu was lying face down on the mattress, making a mess out of it. He was naked from below the waist. The friction of the sheets was starting to irritate his skin as he’s getting rocked into the fabrics, all because of the other male who was caging him down into the bed, pressing him down and providing nowhere else to go other than to take it. 

“Hyung,” he whined, voice higher than his usual deep voice. His fingers fisting the sheets next to the pillow. He sobbed into the said cushion as Soobin pressed his face into his neck, his breathing hot and harsh against his skin, Beomgyu might as well have caught on fire right there. 

The pace of Soobin’s hips moving against him was getting faster, their room was condensed with humid air from their exertions, and Soobin was rutting against his ass, skin slapping. He feels Soobin’s hand underneath his abdomen, caressing his bare skin and holding around him tightly just before he breathed out the command into his earlobe, lips hot against the skin.

“Cum.”

The wail that escaped Beomgyu’s lips was almost embarrassing as he jerked under the other, gasping and losing his breath when he was being held down to take the onslaught when Soobin fucked him through it. He started losing his mind, head lolled on the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut when Soobin worked himself to completion, finally relaxing atop of him, his weight comforting and suffocating at once. 

The room was filled with their breathing sound that’s gradually growing even, giving a sense of calmness that contrasts with the heated moment they shared just minutes ago.

It was supposed to be a tender moment after such an intimate situation. The ideal for them as a couple was to bask in the afterglow together, gentle kisses and intertwined hands. After all, you were the most vulnerable after sex, that moment you became most sensitive to each other, so prone to catching feelings. 

Except with these two, there were only grunts of discomfort. The illusion was broken the moment Beomgyu’s fingers relaxed from around the fabric, reaching out to clasp his hand around the video camera and switch it off before swatting it away. But he still couldn’t move under the weight of the other guy that was still comfortably lying down atop him. 

“Get your ass off me, what the fuck, stop moving like that, your dick is touching my thigh?” he yelled, squirming under the weight. 

Soobin laughed, and being the annoying roommate slash best friend (sadly for Beomgyu), he didn’t comply right away. His weight stayed dead on top of him, and he went even so far to clutch around his waist and squeeze him. 

“Weren’t you begging for my dick earlier, Beomie?” he teased, rubbing his nose against the back of his ear, which started to redden whether from shame or anger. It was closer to the latter. 

“FUCK OFF!”

He exploded finally, throwing the taller male off his frame. Soobin doubled over in laughter, having no shame at all that he was sitting there with his pants off and his dick exposed. He raised his brows when Beomgyu threw a blanket over him. 

“Why? Not like you haven’t seen everything.”

“Just because I’ve seen everything, doesn’t mean I wanted to see your disgusting disco stick.”

Beomgyu crawled towards the camera to check the footage that they just took. The duration was not that long, and they might have to blur out their faces later on. But that’s not the important point here. The important thing was to make the video believable. The angle of their position should not expose the true nature behind this amateur porn video they were making. 

He felt Soobin moving to peek over his shoulder towards the screen, humming in thought. “Why did we dim the lights again? It’s so blurry now.”

“We can’t let our faces show?”

“They’re shown anyway.”

“I can blur them out, but we need to make sure it looks like we’re actually fucking!”

“I did a good job at that though,” Soobin gestured at the camera, huffing as he plops back onto the mattress, but not without landing a slap on Beomgyu’s bare bottom, earning a hiss from the guy. “Better than you, what kind of pillow princess.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“I did all the work!”

“WE did some research just now and this is what those bottoms did! They just lie down there and take the fucking. I’m a good bottom and I sound very hot, fuck you.”

“Doesn’t make you less of a pillow princess.”

Beomgyu took a deep breath, resisting the urge to pounce at the guy and choke him, and not in a sexy way at all. But he couldn’t afford a lawyer if he were to be tried for an assault case, not when he couldn’t even afford the rent for this battered apartment he was occupying with his roommate.

//

In retrospect, he should not have listened to Soobin, no matter how dire the situation was

This happened just a few hours ago. A rather impulsive decision that Beomgyu started to regret now.

They had to pay their rent the following week and they didn’t have enough, with how many hours Beomgyu had to cut from his part-time job after the finals and Soobin. Soobin sometimes forgot that he had to pay half of the rent, and this time he ended up spending most his money on a new pair of earbuds.

They had to somehow earn the money this week, or they would have to sleep on the streets. Basically, they were fucked.

“I can borrow from my parents to cover for the rest this month…” Beomgyu mumbled, biting onto his nails as he stared down at the paper filled with numbers and scribbled out words. 

“You did that for our rent three months ago and haven’t returned it,” his roommate responded from across the room. It elicited a groan from him as he let his head fall with a thud onto the floor, repeatedly bumping lightly on top of the cold tile. 

It didn’t make sense for a studio apartment to be this expensive. There was barely enough room for the two of them, not even a table or a TV. It consisted of a wide room that they separated into two with a black tape in the middle to mark their own ‘territories’, a tiny bathroom, and a balcony to hang their laundry. It would bruise his ego to be kicked out of such a foul place.

“I shouldn’t have moved out with you,” he whined, a rather familiar complaint that Soobin had gotten used to as they faced this kind of situation almost every month. 

“What do you want me to do then? Get a sugar daddy?” 

“Like someone rich would ever want you.”

“Screw you. I’m hot.”

Beomgyu gave him a look, which turned to be a longer one as he started considering the idea. He had been living with the guy for a year, and he had gotten too used to the sight of him that he never considered the hotness level Soobin had. Now that he actually opened his mind and looked at him again, he did look pretty handsome, not like he would ever admit it.

The guy’s image for him had been ruined after too many nights catching him crying snotty tears over a mildly sad movie and those nights of pretending to be asleep while his roommate jacking off a few meters away from him. Not a very pleasant experience. 10/10 a roommate he would replace.

“If you’re so hot, maybe you should like… open an onlyfans and sell your nudes or something?”

“So you think people would pay to see my nudes? That’s flattering for someone who doesn’t think I’m hot.”

Beomgyu massaged his forehead, starting to get a headache after talking to the other instead of solving the initial problem. What did he expect from Choi Soobin, really?

At this point, he could only have his parents to rely on, after promising that he would never ask for money again after moving away from Daegu. What a disappointment.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Soobin said again, earning his attention right away as his head shot up, throwing a look at the male over his shoulder. “Promise not to hit me.”

“If you had to say that, it means the idea is bad. I don’t want it.”

“The idea is bad, but the money will be good. Are you sure you don’t want to know?” 

Beomgyu stayed silent for a moment, trying to weigh out the options between asking people to borrow money or entertaining Soobin’s stupid idea. He decided on the latter. He had to entertain the guy’s stupid shits every day either way.

“What is it?” 

“Let’s make a porn clip.”

//

The whole process that built up prior to the shooting was nothing but a mess. They set up the video camera and a bed in the middle of the room. They dimmed the lights. Yet they only sat there like a couple of virgins who were about to have their first time with their first boyfriend.

“How are we even supposed to do this?” Beomgyu said, tugging on the hem of his shirt to cover his thighs. He already shed his pants off, thinking that it would be as easy as the actual sex itself where everything just fell into place.

But there was nothing easy about faking a sex scene in front of a camera, with your best friend.

“Just lie down first then I get on top?”

“No shit. How are we going to have sex without actually have sex? Nevermind, why am I even asking you?” he groaned, finally crawling forward to flop down on his stomach atop the messy sheets. His cheek was uncomfortably pressed against the pillow while his dick brushed painfully against the bed.

Soobin must be as nervous as he was, because for once he didn’t quip an annoying remark or make a joke. Beomgyu heard the rustles of the fabric just before he felt Soobin’s warmth ghosting atop his own frame. He never noticed how big Soobin was compared to him, he felt so small even with just Soobin’s arms caging the sides of his head. 

“I can’t believe I let you, out of all people, fuck me from behind,” he mumbled against the pillow, feeling Soobin’s hips pressing against his ass, and trying not to notice something else pressed against his thigh. This was so wrong on so many levels.

Soobin laughed, voice so deep and so close to his ear. “Too bad you lost the rock paper scissors. It’s up to me now.”

He rolled his eyes, but stayed silent. They had seen a few porn videos, it wouldn’t be so hard to recreate them. 

And they did okay, for a first timer. Beomgyu noticed after editing the video to blur out their faces that they really could pass as an actual couple having sex. Although he still couldn’t bear listening to his own faked and exaggerated moans, he couldn’t help but think that they did pretty well.

The illusion they built was pretty convincing, and as Beomgyu watched the video for a last check before posting it, he noticed a few things that he didn’t feel during the shooting itself. Things like the way Soobin was holding him, tilting his hips up in an angle that he knew would feel good if he was being fucked for real. The way Soobin held his hands while he fisted the sheets. The way he kissed Beomgyu’s neck in response to his desperate noises. 

It almost stirred something dangerous in his abdomen. He had to stop watching or even thinking about it before he got aroused for real.

“I’m uploading it,” he announced, earning a low hum from the other who had already gone back to his bed, fully clothed and scrolling down his phone nonchalantly.

After clicking the button, he quickly turned his attention away, not wanting to admit that his heart started beating madly in his chest. He went to Seoul to get his degree, and now he was making an amateur (fake) porn video with his roommate. 

The roommate who was fully unfazed, laughing over something that he saw on his phone as if he didn’t put Beomgyu in the most awkward situation he had ever experienced over the 21 years of his life. 

“Soobin,” he called out again after crawling over towards the other, making him jump upon just realizing now that Beomgyu had gotten to him.

“What?”

“How come you didn’t get hard at all? It’s almost insulting,” Beomgyu frowned, looking at Soobin with his pair of eyes round and almost innocent.

At least until he reached out to pat the other between his legs, and Soobin’s horrified scream was the highlight of the day. 

The video was fully uploaded by the time Beomgyu fled back to his part of the bed, and he could go to sleep content tonight after that little payback to his roommate for looking so unbothered. 

That’s right. There’s no reason he should be nervous or bothered about the video when no one would probably watch it. Not everyone would be interested in some amateur porn where the guys’ faces were blurred.

He had nothing to worry about other than where to get the money for rent. But that’s a thought for another day.

//

He was proven wrong less than 24 hours later.

As both of them forgot to set up an alarm, the morning went by in a flurry of panicked curses and picking a random shirts from the floor so they could arrive at their respective morning class before the profs could mark their absence. There was no time to ponder about the bad decision from the night before or views in their video. 

It was after finishing his part time job that Beomgyu was aware of the notifications. First, he noticed that the counter of the unread emails were going up, mildly panicking and thinking he got his email hacked or he got another payment due, until he opened the very top email. 

It was an alert of an anonymous tip, just one of the many that had filled the first page of his emails. 

It took him three whole minutes of standing in the middle of the busy street until it clicked in his head, just where the money came from and where the comments of ‘ that was hot!’, ‘nutted to this, thx.’ ‘bottom’s voice sounds good, i need more.’ ‘will you upload more’ could come from because 1) he was not a youtuber and 2) there was only one source of this kind of comment. 

“Holy shit,” it slipped out of his mouth first before it was repeating in his head in a litany of curses as he started running the rest of the way home. 

The run up to their room in the third floor nearly made his lungs burst from the lack of air, but it was nothing much when he was rewarded with Soobin’s surprised - terrified face as he slammed the door open. 

“Holy shit, we’re rich!” 

Okay, that was an exaggeration, but judging from the way Soobin’s eyes widened to a size of a saucer when he showed him the amount of ‘donations’ they got, they were rich enough to have a place to sleep in for the rest of the month at least.

“Holy shit, indeed,” Soobin whispered under his breath, just as fascinated as he was, and that was when they found out that Choi Soobin could actually come up with a smart idea for once.

//

With the rent being paid, there was one less thing to worry about. 

Everything would have been brushed under the rug and forgotten if only Beomgyu didn’t come back to the video from time to time to read comments underneath. That was his first mistake, to be intrigued by what people would think of their scene, if anyone noticed at all. So far, apparently they got everyone fooled, which was also funny, considering he saw a few comments about them jacking off to this. To this video of them fake-fucking.

That was it, until two weeks later when Beomgyu finally came back to the video again to witness a long discussion going on in the comments.

They didn’t even make out, are you guys really believing that this is real?

You can’t see them going at it either.

What are you saying? _._ i’ve been getting off to this

Dudes sound hot but maybe we need better camerawork… if they’re really fucking. 

      The point is that it’s amateur

                Is it ok to fake it if it’s amateur? It’s a whole new level of faking an orgasm.

The comments pissed him off that Beomgyu slammed his chopsticks on the table. The small folded table they used to eat dinner while sitting on the floor. Soobin blinked up at him, his attention drawn away from his phone as well. 

He shouldn’t have the right to be angry over what they were saying, yet it irked him, knowing that these people were discussing them like this. The thing about Choi Beomgyu was that he always wanted to prove people wrong. 

“They are doubting our video! Saying it’s fake and stuff.”

“What video?” Soobin tilted his head to a side, only to have his eyes widened and realization filling his eyes when he earned a kick on his knee. “Ahh! That one. Isn’t it actually fake?”

Beomgyu stayed quiet for a few seconds, realizing the absolute truth of that statement. Still, the stubbornness got the better of him. He slammed his hand on the table again. 

“Not the point! If they exposed us like this, we won’t get any more tips on our next video.”

“What next video? It’s just a one time thing.”

“What if we’re running short for our next rent again? It’s due in two weeks and look what we are eating now? We even brought a new keyboard,” he scoffed, gesturing to the table filled with takeout orders that they decided to spend the last of their tips on as a reward. 

Being a holder of the same brain cells, they never thought about what to do until the problem arose, which was why they always struggled a few days before having to pay rent. Beomgyu wouldn’t even bring it up if it was not to support his intention.

Soobin ignored him to finish the rest of his food before he finally sighed, placing his chopsticks down as well. “What do you want to do, then? Do you want to have sex with me that much?”

Beomgyu’s face twisted in a disgusted look. “No?”

“What do you want me to do?!” Soobin grumbled, starting to get fed up.

“I mean… making out is okay, or foreplay. We don’t need to actually have sex to convince them that we are authentic.”

“We are not, though.” 

“Whatever. Come on. Do you want to do it or not?” Beomgyu moved the table with his unfinished food out of the way, scooting forward on his crossed legs to get closer to the other and stare him down. “Come to think of it, we didn’t kiss or even touch each other much last time. But the first time is always the worst. We’re going to do better this time.”

Beomgyu was never good at persuading, but it must have been his trick of cornering into Soobin’s space and whining in a much disgusting way that finally made the resolve crumble from the male’s eyes. He groaned in defeat. 

“Fine! How are we doing this?”

//

No amount of watching porn or other media could prepare you into answering that question.

There’s no preparing you for a situation where you have to make out with your best friend in front of a camera either. 

Now that he was not so irritated by the comments anymore, Beomgyu started wondering if he had made the worst decision of his life. This was saying a lot because he had made a lot of bad decisions. At least, he reasoned, they had seen each other butt naked for this to be any more awkward than that.

There was no going back either, since they had set the camera, and the bed in the middle of the room again. The camera was now pointing at them, its light blinking red. 

“Nervous, Beomie?” Soobin, that asshole, had the audacity to be smiling when Beomgyu was so close to exploding. 

His heartbeat was loud in his ears as he scooted closer, eyes momentarily distracted by the red light panning on them, before he finally pulled himself together and focused his whole attention on the male in front of him.

“Let’s get this over with. It’s not like this is our first time kissing or whatever.”

Even with that being said, there was nothing similar about this kiss to the ones they had before. No clumsy bump of their noses or teeth clanking when they were too drunk to coordinate their limbs. No purposely blowing alcohol stank breath at each other’s faces.

There was only a gentle touch of lips, almost too chaste and innocent. A pair of awkward teenagers who just had their first kisses. The fact that they were looking into each other’s eyes when doing this didn’t help much, as it made Beomgyu shook with laughter and leaned backwards. 

What he didn’t expect was for Soobin to pull him back in and chase after his lips. It elicited a gasp that he exhaled into the kiss, which melted into a sweet one. Soobin’s fingers circled around his wrists, holding him in place for a moment until he relaxed into it. 

The awkwardness left as Beomgyu started losing his mind into the kiss. His head was only filled with the taste of Soobin’s lips against his own, the feeling of the plush lips, wet and insistent against his. It was almost like Soobin was hungry for him. Like he wanted Beomgyu for real. It stirred something low in his abdomen. The bubbling heat that started to betray him.

He didn’t even notice when Soobin released his grip, and he was the one holding onto Soobin’s shoulders, even went so far as getting on his knees to get closer to the other male. How embarrassing, when he noticed it the moment he pulled away from the kiss with a soft sigh.

Not like he could go anywhere, as Soobin’s arm circled around his waist and pulled him flush against his own body. Soobin’s heat radiated into his body as he was being held so firmly, almost possessively. 

“Baby,” Soobin said in his low, bedroom voice, almost making Beomgyu’s heart drop into his stomach. Until he realized that the guy had to call him something else as it would be caught by the camera. “How much is too much?”

The way he asked it was filled with an urgency. His hand tightened around his waist, holding him securely, almost possessively. Beomgyu’s eyes searched around Soobin’s face, gripping onto him tighter as he saw his eyes, the shine even in this dimmed light.

If he could get into the character as well, he could pretend that Soobin really wanted to devour him. 

“Hey…” Soobin called out again, his fingers slipped under his shirt this time. The touch burned his bare skin.

His answer came as Beomgyu ran his fingers into Soobin’s hair and yanked a handful of them to tilt his head back. He was the one who initiated their next kiss; one that was just as hungry. His head tilted to a side, and then his lips were locked against the other’s in a deep kiss, their tongues meeting inside the warmth of Soobin’s mouth and the taste exploded everywhere and fuck . 

Soobin’s lips looked kiss-swollen when they parted, the way they deserved to be. It was a sin for Soobin’s lips to be there and not to be kissed. 

As Beomgyu got his focus back into the real time, he also realized that his position had changed into a more comfortable one. During the kiss that blew his mind away, he was positioned to sit on Soobin’s lap, straddling his hips. As he moved slightly, he could even feel his erection pressing against his ass. It stroke his ego, now more confident than even as he ran his tongue along Soobin’s plush lips while grinding his ass down into Soobin’s lap, earning a grunt from the latter.

“Nothing is too much,” he finally answered, breathily, punctuated by a moan that’s punched out of his throat when he felt Soobin’s hand grabbing his ass. 

God, Soobin’s hand. He had seen the way his roommate grabbed things with an innocent intention, only to have his veins flexing on his smooth hands. It didn’t help that Soobin’s hand was just as big as Beomgyu’s whole face.

He wouldn’t mind being crushed by Soobin’s hands.

Okay. Beomgyu totally did not have a hand kink.

“Are you sure?” Soobin asked, pulling his attention back forcefully towards him, as if his hand that was shamelessly groping Beomgyu’s ass was not distracting enough. “I’m not holding back.”

“Well, don’t. I don’t want you to.”

//

It was only later that night that Beomgyu started wondering how they went from kissing to that.

The curse was especially heavy upon him, since he had to edit the scenes before uploading it. There’s no excuse to how things could escalate that far. He remembered clinging tightly onto Soobin’s frame. His head was spinning and his heartbeats were going on all time high. His brain also came up with three different scenarios of what he was going to do to Soobin if he passed out. 

Now that Beomgyu was the one watching the scene unfold on the screen, he might be exaggerating a little. It would be embarrassing if he actually passed out as Soobin was not even fucking him. 

They had shifted their position so that Beomgyu had his back pointed towards the camera. His pants were thrown somewhere in the corner of the room, and he was still clinging onto Soobin’s frame. Other than his soft breathy noises, the camera caught the slick sound of Soobin’s fingers entering him.

Beomgyu could see the way his rim was stretched around the girth of Soobin’s fingers, which started off moving gently, until he started to pick up the pace in fucking into him. The Beomgyu in the screen arched his back in response, moving his hips back to feel more of it. 

The Beomgyu who was watching the screen through the gaps of his fingers that covered his face was absolutely horrified with how needy he was earlier.

It’s not like he paid attention to them, but Soobin always got pretty fingers. Long and thick in a good way - the good way being a situation where his fingers were fucking him. The way his hand flexed when he moved his wrist also looked good captured on camera. 

“S...Soo-” he managed to bite back his name in his mouth right before he could whimper it out. Good one, he didn’t have to edit it out now. “Fucking hell… slow down.”

“Oh? Usually you’d ask to go faster.” That fucker.

Usually. As if they had been doing this often and not just as an act. As if this was not the first time he had his fingers inside Beomgyu, stretching him out and reducing him into nothing but a whining mess.

Perhaps that was why Beomgyu closed his eyes. When he didn’t see the camera, he could fool himself into thinking that the camera wasn’t there and they were doing this because they wanted to.

“Shut up. Just…” 

His words were swallowed in a yelp when Soobin actually slowed down his movement. His fingers were moving at an excruciatingly slow pace now, and it’s even worse this way, because this way, Beomgyu could feel the drag of his fingers when he moved them. He could feel the pads of his fingers brushing against the sensitive spot inside him too, making him squirm away because it’s too much .

But Soobin was holding his waist more firmly, mouth pressing against Beomgyu’s earlobe where he whispered something that wasn’t captured by the camera. 

(“Aren’t you liking this a little too much, Beomie? You’re squeezing me so tightly.”)

Beomgyu’s face heated up again when he remembered the certain scene, watching as his own body grew pliant on the screen, his body slumped against the taller male’s, even though his hips readily moved to ride Soobin’s fingers when he stopped moving. Soobin kept talking to him in a hushed whisper that was only reserved for the both of them, and the lewd moans leaving his mouth were proof of that.

“What is it? Hmm…” Soobin spoke again, nuzzling into his cheek and being the cocky guy he was. “You want me to go faster now, baby?”

God. The pet name. 

Beomgyu groaned and buried his face more into his hands, not able to watch himself crumbling into this submissive state on screen. It had an even stronger effect on him back when it happened, making him mewl while nodding quickly. What a baby. 

Soobin’s deep laugh sounded in the earphones lodged in Beomgyu’s ears now, but he couldn’t hear it anymore the next second as it was engulfed by the sound of his own noises. The slick sound grew louder too, accompanied by the way Soobin moved his hand faster, and harsher. The way his hand hit his ass every time he drove his fingers in. 

Beomgyu made the wrong decision to peek at the camera again, just to see Soobin’s hand tensing and flexing as it moved to fuck him. The veins decorating the usually smooth hand only made the whole scene look even hotter, and Beomgyu felt dirty as his eyes locked at the sight.

The thing that snapped him out of the daze was the sound of his own loud, orgasmic moan. He ripped his earphones off his ears, deciding to cut the scene a few seconds afterwards and not showing the awkward moment after that as Soobin would laugh afterwards upon seeing cum stain on his black shirt, and how the Beomgyu in the screen would shove his face. All while still having his fingers inside him. Despite him being sensitive and burn up with every touch of Soobin’s hand on his body afterwards.

He also cut the part where he felt Soobin’s hard-on under his ass, and stuffed his hand into his pants to help him with it. Beomgyu had casually wrapped his fingers around the girth and jacked him off until he tipped his head back and groan deeply as he spilled his cum all over Beomgyu’s hand.

It totally had nothing to do with the fact that the camera caught Beomgyu’s face as he stayed there stunned, watching Soobin’s pleasured face, with his hand on the guy’s spent cock. And it was absolutely not because he had kissed Soobin again right there, earning a tired, curious hum from the owner of the plush lips.

He couldn’t take any more second of this humiliation. 

Especially since he had to do this on his own while Soobin had already dozed off on his bed on the other side of the room. The lights were off, only left with the laptop’s light illuminating his face in his own dark corner. 

How nice for Soobin that he didn’t have to sit there and edit the video the way Beomgyu had to do it, while feeling the pain of humiliation on his side. He glared at the lump of blanket in Soobin’s bed, just before he slipped under his own blanket. 

There was nothing on the internet that warned him about getting hard watching your own porn video. The way he was now with a painful tenting in his pajama pants and too much heat under his skin.

What’s more humiliating than the porn itself was him grabbing his own bottle of lube he stuffed on the tight gap between his bed and the wall. What’s more humiliating was that he had fingered himself that night, with his roommate sleeping just a few steps away from him, while thinking of the said roommate’s fingers. 

They felt nothing like Soobin’s fingers. He could usually get off by fingering himself, but this was hard, way too hard, and he could only start getting more heated up only as he remembered the scenes from earlier in the day.

The orgasm was not a satisfying one, and his eyes were wide open he flopped down onto his stomach, grunting as his dick was too sensitive when it brushed against his sheet. 

What’s more humiliating was that Soobin had ruined this for him.

//

They didn’t pay the next month’s rent, and instead got a new apartment unit to share. It was only a little more expensive than the last one, but worth every won they spent. Apparently, they got scammed for their last one, and now they could afford an actual living space with separate bedrooms and a tiny kitchen. 

Beomgyu tried to explain that the porn videos actually helped, but Soobin stopped acknowledging their existence. He could understand that, though. Ever since they got their own rooms, Soobin started bringing his ‘friend’ over, every other week. It would’ve been believable if only Beomgyu hadn’t heard their activities through the wall when he tried to sleep.

It’s not like he was angry about it. There’s nothing to be pissed off about. He couldn’t be jealous over Soobin’s partners because they were never exclusive to begin with, or even had sex at all.

They were just roommates who worked together to make ends meet. There was nothing personal about the kiss, or the fingering, or the handjob. Definitely not the fake fucking.

Except it bothered him, and Beomgyu didn’t know why until shit went down.

“Are you going out again?” he asked without looking up from the video that’s playing on his phone. He was sitting at the table in their makeshift living room when Soobin came out of his room, dressing up in a way he only did whenever he went out to a party or a club. 

“Hmm.”

“Going to come back late with someone?”

A confused hum was the initial answer, as Soobin stopped on his track towards the door to stare at him. “Oh. Right. We never talked about bringing over guests and stuff. Do you mind about it? I mean… I never did it back in our old place for the obvious reason, but now that we got our own bedroom…”

“It’s okay, Soobin. You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he said, finally turning off the video to look at the other. What he said totally didn’t match his tone and his expression, seeing how the other wasn’t convinced either. It’s not his problem, though. So he, with all his passive aggressive air around him, went to his room without sparing another look at his roommate.

“Why do you sound so pissed off then?” 

“I don’t? Just leave, please.”

Just as Beomgyu was about to enter his bedroom, Soobin came up behind him and pulled on the handle of the door to slam it back to close. Beomgyu rested his forehead against the wood for a second before he sighed and turned around.

“What?”

“Talk to me, Beomie. We live together, so we should come into a kind of agreement here. Do you actually mind when I brought someone home?”

“Why the fuck is it my business?” he sighed in exasperation, starting to get pissed off for real now. “Just tone down your noises please. The walls aren’t that thick.”

Realization crossed Soobin’s face, followed by a laugh that made it Beomgyu’s turn to look at him in confusion this time. “Oh. That. I thought you were actually upset because I was messing around with other people.”

“No, what the fuck? Why would I be jealous?” he snapped, almost offended. 

“Not sure. Because you didn’t get some?”

Okay, that’s so uncalled for.

“First of all, I do get some. I just don’t see why you need to know.”

“Oh, how come I never heard them before then?” Soobin arched his brow. Now he’s just being annoying on purpose.

“Maybe because I have the decency to be quiet when I have a roommate?”

“Or maybe you just didn’t pleasure them well enough for them to be loud.”

“The fuck- yah! Do you wanna brawl right here?” now that he took a full offense, he launched himself forward and grabbed Soobin by the collar of his shirt. It’s even more annoying that the guy laughed instead of getting intimidated. 

“I don’t think brawling would solve the problem, Beomie,” Soobin said, still with the playfulness twinkling in his eyes even as he grabbed Beomgyu’s hand from his shirt and cornered him backwards. “Shouldn’t you be showing me instead?”

“Why do I have to prove anything to you? It’s easy to make fake moans, I did that for you .”

Beomgyu gasped when his back hit the door, and Soobin wasn’t stopping, only removing the barrier of their hands from being stuck between them. Their chests are pressed flush, and Beomgyu could feel Soobin’s breath tickling his ear as he spoke. “That’s not what happened last time you had my fingers inside you.”

The recollection of their last ‘shooting’ made him want to die right there, but it was hard to focus his willpower on dying when he could feel Soobin’s lips on his ear, distracting him from making any more comebacks. 

“W-well… you wouldn’t know if I faked them. You really thought they were real?” he scoffed.

That seemed to send a blow to Soobin’s poor, little ego. He pulled back to look at Beomgyu, with disapproval at first, before his gaze turned into a challenging one. Beomgyu had been familiar with the mischief on his eyes. After all, they shared a brain cell, and whenever any of them developed an idea they deemed as ‘good’, it probably would turn bad in the end. 

“Should we do it again then? You wanna bet, Beomgyu?” Soobin’s voice turned more stern, and Beomgyu had to bite back a pleased hum as he felt Soobin’s hands slid down his side before gripping onto his waist. That alone already made Beomgyu want to give in, and Soobin was still so close. He had no idea how he was supposed to win whatever bet they were going to do. 

//

One thing about Beomgyu that would also be his downfall was his inability to back down from a challenge. The moment he saw the mocking glint in Soobin’s eyes earlier in the living room, he had accepted the bet right away. They had gone their own ways filming porn videos; he had nothing more to lose.

But he didn’t really expect to find himself in this kind of position either. 

The agreement they came up with was to have this filmed, and Soobin would win the bet if he could make Beomgyu ‘loud’ in under ten minutes. This was a really bad idea, and Beomgyu realized it as he laid on his bed naked under his blanket, watching Soobin undressing from the side. 

“Ready?”

“You got ten minutes,” he said, starting the timer on his phone before tossing it to the bedside table. 

Before he could fix his position on the bed again, Soobin was already on him, barely undressed. His hands were instantly all over Beomgyu, and Beomgyu was suffocated by a kiss that Soobin placed on his lips. It was almost like Soobin wanted to devour him whole, and Beomgyu was drunk from the taste of Soobin filling his mouth, his head spinning when he felt Soobin’s tongue rubbing against his own, earning a stifled gasp. 

“What was that? You could be louder,” Soobin said as he broke the kiss, suckling Beomgyu’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Never.”

“We’ll just have to make you then.”

True to his words, his hands were determined to do it. His touches were gentle, but firm enough that Beomgyu could feel their ghosts all over his bare skin, as they left no part untouched. Before long, he was panting, chest heaving while Soobin dragged his mouth down his neck and towards his chest. A strangled moan was bitten back in the last second when the plush lips found his nipple. 

“Fuck, that hurts!” he yelped when Soobin bit down, earning him a deep laugh from the other, but he squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the teeth claiming a spot next to the perked nub instead. A teeth mark was left on his skin once Soobin went lower on his body. 

Beomgyu might have lost his mind right there, his lower lip bitten until it was swollen and tender, and his fingers were fisting his bed sheet to the point of almost ripping them. But that was the least he could do without combusting, because Soobin had disappeared under the blanket, and Beomgyu was left in the unknown to what the other was doing down there. 

All he knew was that he had warmth wrapped around his cock, and lubed fingers inside him, and he had to suffocate himself with a pillow to not scream into the room. Soobin had really outdone himself right now, despite claiming not to be a competitive person. It seemed that Beomgyu had unleashed the beast. 

“Soobin!” he grunted, pressing his foot to Soobin’s shoulder to shove him away. “Choi Soobin!”

“What, are you really calling my name now?” his head popped out from under the blanket, and Beomgyu almost passed out seeing the guy with his lips wet, precum staining his tongue. He could’ve cum right there, right on Soobin’s face. But he suspected that the guy wouldn’t be so amused about the turn of events. 

He glanced at the camera, red light still staring at him. “I can edit it out anyway, just… I think I might cum for real if you keep doing this, just a heads up.”

Soobin looked at him like he had grown a second head. “Isn’t that the point?”

“No? This is fake porn– what the hell,” he tipped his head back and tensed again when Soobin started moving his fingers inside him, the digits insistently brushing against his prostate. It’s unfair, how the guy seemed to know how much he loved having them. 

“Too late for that, Beomie.”

And with that, Soobin went down to take his cock in his mouth again. The pink plush lips were wrapped tightly around him, forming a slick slide around the base and dragged up to his tip. Soobin kept his eyes on him this time, challenging, and Beomgyu could not even feel humiliated anymore when he finally tore his gaze away, eyes rolling back and back arched as he cum into the warm cavern of Soobin’s mouth. A strangled sound was trapped in his throat, desperate.

His body was high strung, a thread pulled tight and ready to snap if Soobin were to stimulate him further. And Beomgyu suspected that he would, since he hadn’t gotten what he wanted yet. 

Instead, he felt a pair of arms on him, around him, gently caressing his body that were still sensitive from his orgasm. He blinked slowly, sighing when he felt Soobin’s lips finding his neck first, before he came up to press a kiss to his parted lips. 

“Was that a win for me?” he asked. Beomgyu could taste his smirk on the kiss.

“No, fuck off. That happened because I accidentally bit my lip.”

“Accidentally?” came a snort from the latter, before warm tongue swiped its way along Beomgyu’s lower lip that still stung from being bitten so hard he drew blood. “And what made you bite down in the first place, huh? You could’ve just let it go.”

The stinging was persistent now as Soobin kept irritating it with his tongue and warm caress of his own lips. Beomgyu couldn’t stop thinking about how Soobin had his cum in his mouth just moments earlier and now he was kissing Beomgyu. He should be grossed out, but he could feel a new sort of heat bubbling in his abdomen again.

He whimpered, masking it as a pained one. Soobin pressed an apologetic kiss to his lips. 

“It still wasn’t pleasured noises, and I wasn’t even loud anyway, unlike how you claimed you could make me do.”

The air of gentleness disappeared from Soobin’s face then, replaced by that challenged look again, just like every time Beomgyu would provoke him. It’s sick, that Beomgyu could feel excitement pooling in his guts at the promise trapped in the dark eyes. 

“I still have three minutes, that would be more than enough,” Soobin said.

Beomgyu would laugh at his face just to spite the guy and his cockiness, but like hell he could do that when he was soon busy swallowing down his noises again. Soobin’s hands were all over him again, now added with the stimulation from his mouth kissing down his neck and leaving possessive bite marks. 

His legs were being parted, and he could feel tears filling his eyes when his cock rubbed against Soobin’s abdomen when the guy started to roll his hips down, rubbing his dick against his ass. He could feel it slipping between his ass cheeks and against his lubed rim and. Fuck . Beomgyu’s jaw went slack as he felt the head of Soobin’s cock caught on his opening. 

He snapped his gaze back at Soobin, who looked at him and slowed down, probably noticing the alarmed look on his face. He felt comforting circles drawn on his hips, and Soobin’s low voice by his ear.

“Can I put it in?” he asked, exhaling a shaky breath as he pushed his hips forward. “I know we’re not supposed to be doing it for real, but you’re here, looking so fuckable, and I can’t… oh god. I really want to fuck you right now, Beomgyu-ya.”

The desperation in his voice was what closed the deal for Beomgyu, along with the grip on his hip that turned into a bruising one, making his toes curl. It’s the feeling of being wanted that aroused him this much, and Beomgyu was aching with desire. 

“Please please, fuck me. Just fuck me, Soobin. Put it in me,” he keened, grabbing at Soobin’s arms. 

He thought he’d have it right then, already prepared himself for it, but instead Soobin pulled away, making him blink away the tears from his lashes. His eyes were lidded as he stared at the elder, glancing down to see him quickly rolling on the rubber over his cock, and then he was on top of Beomgyu again. 

“One minute left,” Soobin said, a curl of smile on his lips when he pressed a rather sweet kiss to Beomgyu’s cheek. 

The male in question was confounded for a moment, opening his mouth to ask, but what escaped him was a yelp when he felt the stretch. Soobin’s cock was filling him up in a quick slide, stretching him out around the girth, and he only stopped to make sure that it didn’t hurt Beomgyu before he started pounding inside him. And that was the last strike. 

Beomgyu was so gone . 

His noises filled the room, lewd and unabashed, every time Soobin filled him up. It didn’t help that he was huge, filling him nicely and pressing against all the sensitive spots inside him and Beomgyu couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t even move away as Soobin was holding him tightly, pressing him down into the bed. He was being made to take the onslaught of every pounding of his cock inside him, and the grunts and moans Soobin released next to his ear only thrilled him even more.

He didn’t even care anymore if he was gasping out Soobin’s name, but the male was on him every time he did that, pressing kisses to his neck, or his face, and meeting his eyes to make sure he knew he was taking care of Beomgyu,. 

The feeling of being taken care of was mixing in his guts with the feeling of being pleasured to no end. His heart was beating too fast, and Beomgyu was sure that he would pass out anytime soon, but it never came. Just as he was so ready to cum again, Soobin slowed down his pace, almost stopping. 

“Why did you stop?” he whined, wrapping his legs around Soobin’s waist and moving his own hips to try fucking himself into completion.

Soobin pressed his hips down, trapping him completely and rendering him immobile. He was so deep, Beomgyu could almost feel him in his guts. His mouth went slack again, and Soobin took the advantage to dip his tongue into his mouth the next time he was being kissed. He felt a drop of saliva trickling down a corner of his lips when the other withdrew, and Soobin’s mouth was on him again, chasing after the drop to mouth at his chin. 

“I won, right? Tell me that I really made you that loud and nothing was faked.”

“Right now? Really ?” Beomgyu wanted to scream, and he did scream in frustration when Soobin’s cock would purposely drag slowly along his prostate, making him shiver and twitch and god he needed it so much. “Please please please, I need to cum. Don’t do this to me.” 

“Just say it, Beomie. It’s not that hard,” he coaxed. His sweet voice was in contrast to the evil thing he was doing right now. 

He moved his hips again, purposely delivering a harsh thrust in an angle that made Beomgyu yelp. A drop of precum drooled out of his cock. And he sobbed when Soobin stopped again.

“Goddamn— FINE! Your monster cock drove me crazy and I could scream just thinking about you fucking me so— Jesus— ” his narration was reduced into a long, strained moan as Soobin started moving again. His hips slapping against his ass, and Beomgyu had to tug at his own hair to not lose the little sanity he had. 

But it was Soobin’s laugh that made his heart beat for a different reason. It was not a mocking one, but a gleeful one, as he kissed his words into his skin. “You’re amazing, Choi Beomgyu.” He even took Beomgyu’s hands from his hair, locking their fingers together. 

Beomgyu felt tears escaping his eyes at the tenderness, despite the different kind of sensation twisting his guts right now. He kept his eyes locked with Soobin’s own, until his eyelashes fluttered, his mouth parted with a moan as he spurted his cum between their bodies. It was a noise straight out of a porn video, and Beomgyu would’ve been ashamed of it, if only it was not for the pleasure that was still thrumming in his system, beating in time with his heart. 

“Fuck.”

Soobin had cursed, but he didn’t cum. The next thing Beomgyu knew was that the warmth was gone from atop of him, and he could only blink in confusion. Tears escaping his eyes once more. He was left alone on the bed, his legs still spread out and his rim twitching from losing the stretch so abruptly. 

//

Beomgyu was laid on the bed in the dimness of his room. The sheet had been changed and his body was cleaned up so tenderly as he pretended to pass out from the exertion. He just simply did not have the face to talk to Soobin after all that, nor did he have the ability to make sense of the whole thing because.

He just had sex with his roomate, after claiming that they would only shoot fake porn videos. 

The video that he was watching in the preview cam was definitely not a fake porn video. Hecould see the camera shook a little at one point, that moment Soobin left him on the bed just to grab the camera. He remembered being so disoriented, crying from both the pleasure and the emptiness in his chest. Then, he felt the dip on the bed, the presence of Soobin brought warmth back inside him. Until he saw the camera panning towards him. 

He should’ve been mortified, ashamed for being filmed up close in this state. Instead, Beomgyu saw himself eyeing the camera in daze. The screen went down to capture the length of his body, stained by his own cum, bruises and bite marks; and then it went further down to what was happening between his thighs.

Mildly, he could also hear the familiar slick sound of hand working on jacking off, and lowered his gaze just to find Soobin pumping his own cock between his thighs; the condom taken off already. The sight had him whimpering, parting his legs a tad more and presenting himself towards the other.

Soobin cursed under his breath and spilled his cum all over Beomgyu’s thighs. His low, pleasured groans were captured by the camera, and Beomgyu would’ve gotten aroused again if only he was not too tired and confused. 

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that? I could eat you out right here…” the camera captured Soobin’s words that he didn’t hear back then, just as it captured the sight of Soobin’s fingers collecting the stain of his cum on Beomgyu’s inner thigh, bringing it to rub it all over Beomgyu’s stretched rim. 

Beomgyu dropped the camera aside just after it went black, groaning in shame and covering his face with a pillow. Not only did he lose the bet, but now he had to admit that it was the hottest sex he had ever had in his life, and it just had to be with his roommate. Not to mention, the sexual moments between them had been happening for all the wrong reasons.

Staring at his ceiling, he mouthed his question into the air. “Now what?”

//

“Well don’t ask me,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms across his chest as he sat there all in his gracefulness. Why he would wear such fancy coat when they were just going out for coffee, Beomgyu would never understand him. “What do you want to do with Soobin? Do you just want his dick or his heart too?”

Beomgyu yelled, launching himself forward to slap a hand over Yeonjun’s mouth. The elder looked offended, licking at his palm. “Gross! And don’t put it like that. It makes me sound so vain.”

“I didn’t say that. It’s okay to want someone just for their dicking game,” he shrugged, playing with the sleeve of his coat that were decorated with white fur. 

“But it’s not like… that. Even before we started doing this stupid thing I won’t tell you about, I’ve always trusted him the most, but I never considered the thought of having sex with him… until he started bringing people home and. Oh my god, hyung. Did I always think that he was mine, that’s why I didn’t feel like I had to make a move?”

Yeonjun only listened while taking sips of his americano. His eyebrow shot up while his lips curled in amusement. The ever-so-knowing smile on his lips just made Beomgyu feel more nervous. It’s like the hyung knew something.

“So, what do you think you have to do right now?” he asked, resting his chin on top of his hand. 

“I think I should move out of the apartment.”

Yeonjun’s smile fell at the statement. “How did you even come into that conclusion?”

“Being around him messed up with my mind and now I’m even thinking of claiming him against my wish, so I don’t think that would be wise for us,” Beomgyu said, nodding in determination. He smiled at the other then. “Good talk, hyung! Thank you for the advice.”

“I didn’t even give you the advice?!”

“You helped, still. Making me realize and all.”

“Oh my god,” Yeonjun sunk back in his seat, running a hand down his face in defeat. “You both are so stupid. Especially Soobin, that stupid motherfuck-”

“What?” Beomgyu tilted his head to a side, catching the other off guard. 

“Nothing. You two are just. Ugh. ”

That earned a laugh from Beomgyu, who finally just waved the matter away. He extended his hand to pick at the fur on the collar of Yeonjun’s coat, eyeing it for suspiciously way too long before he lifted his head to look straight at the elder. “Okay, enough about me. You did get a sugar daddy, didn’t you?”

Yeonjun choked.

//

Being an impulsive person Beomgyu was, naturally, he acted upon it quickly. 

The evening after meeting Yeonjun, he was already sitting on the floor of his bedroom, stuffing his clothes inside his luggage. He might start to get used to moving places after this. He hadn’t even started decorating his bedroom fully yet. 

What he would not get used to would be the presence of Soobin. Even though they were not sleeping in the same room anymore, he still got comfort from hearing Soobin move around outside his room, attempting to not burn the kitchen as he cooked or cursing after he slammed his toe against a table’s leg. Thinking about it alone already made Beomgyu smile. 

But he couldn’t stay here any longer. Not when his feelings just kept growing every day, and he couldn’t stand being in the same room with Soobin without throwing himself at the guy. 

Apparently, he didn’t pack up as quickly as he thought, because he heard the front door being open and shuffling of shoes by the entrance, before Soobin appeared at his door. “Do you want to eat glass noodles? I bought some for you– wait, what’s with the mess?”

Beomgyu zipped up his suitcase before standing up, bringing the case up as well. “Just packing up, for my new place.”

“Are we moving again?” Soobin frowned.

“My new place, Soobin. I’m the one who’s moving out.”

He felt a clench in his chest at the way Soobin’s face dropped from its excited one into a confused, then dejected one. “You don’t want to live with me anymore.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but I’m just going to switch room with a friend anyway. He has a crush on you, that’s how he agreed so quickly!” he tried to smile brightly to not let the tense air engulf them. Dejection didn’t suit them. After all, they were known as a pair of idiots who were attached at the hips. 

The term meant something else for a moment right there, and that was already a taint on their friendship. The whole porn business should have never happened. Now everything was potentially ruined between them, just because Beomgyu couldn’t help but to catch feelings for the other. Although it was impossible not to.

Soobin didn’t say anything, and Beomgyu was just dying to escape the awkward moment, so he quickly shouldered his backpack and dragged his suitcase out of his room. 

“I still have a box of my stuff here, but I can come to take them any other day.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he stopped at his track, noticing that Soobin had just been standing in the middle of the living room all along, watching him do the last of his packing. “There’s no way you would leave if I didn’t… but you know how stupid I am when it comes to this kind of thing so, I’m sorry, Beomgyu ya.”

Soobin was not even looking at him when he said that, and it broke Beomgyu’s heart to see the other look so distraught. Even more so that he was the one who’s causing this. 

“Soobin, this is not because of you okay, I just…” he exhaled a deep breath, dropping his bags to rush over to his best friend and cup his face in his hands, making him look into his eyes. “Hey, you’re perfect. I just need a space to clear up my mind, and I can’t do it here.”

“Don’t go,” he said, and Beomgyu would have been offended if he had worded it like a command, like he had a say about Beomgyu’s choice. Except his voice sounded strained when he said it, almost desperate.

“Soobin…”

“I won’t bring anyone else home anymore, I’ve stopped doing it for weeks actually. I won’t be noisy or annoying either, just… god, can’t you tell me what I did wrong? Tell me if I can fix it?” Soobin held onto his hands, keeping them pressed to his cheeks. For a moment, Beomgyu thought that the latter would cry, but it was him who started feeling the familiar burn at the back of his eyes. 

This looked weirdly too similar to some breakup scenes that he saw in movies. He always hated those. Ironically, he had to experience it before he could even date the person. 

He couldn’t lose Soobin without even having him, so if he was going to break everything like he always did, maybe he could risk it now. Soobin had seen him naked. He knew all the little secrets Beomgyu had never told anyone else. 

This was still a little scary, but it’s about time Beomgyu laid his feelings bare for Soobin. 

“The only mistake you ever did was making me feel all these things I wasn’t supposed to feel,” he started, watching as Soobin’s frown relaxed, replaced by a confused look. “You’re already the only person I trust in this world, and then you went on your way to make me see you in a different way with that fake fucking and kisses and all those sweet words for camera. I want them to be real so badly that I became greedy, got upset over you bringing home some ‘friend’ and wanting you all to myself and… and…” 

He was out of breath by then, after pouring everything he wanted to say but the most important thing itself. The words were lodged inside his chest, sticking to the lining of his throat, and disappearing like a cotton in water when they met his tongue. Why was it so hard to say it when it’s the only thing filling his head right now? 

The litany of I like you, I like you so much, I want you all to myself. I like you, Choi Soobin . 

“I like you,” Soobin was the one who blurted it out, looking dazed after listening to what Beomgyu had to say. 

Silence dragged between them, too silent that they would even hear a pin drop. And then it was broken when Beomgyu yelled, stepping backwards like he was burned. “NO!” and made Soobin jump on his feet. “I was the one who’s supposed to say it!”

“Why does that matter? I like you! I’ve liked you before this whole fake porn thing ever happened! Actually, it might even be my excuse to kiss you and I’m stupid for that but– wait, what did you just say?”

“You don’t get to steal my line, Choi Soobin!” Beomgyu yelled, angry tears escaping his eyes, or maybe they were relieved one. “I wanted to say it first so you won’t think that I’m just using you for sex and money. Now you’re going to think that way about me…” he sniffled.

“But I thought you were going to think that way about me if I confessed!” Soobin exclaimed, eyes wide now. “Yeonjun hyung said that too, god. He’s right.”

“You’re so stupid, god! Why do I like you?”

“Yeah, why?” Soobin challenged. “Is it the dick game?”

“No, because you’re so stupid. That’s why. Who the fuck would suggest doing a fake porn?” he grumbled. 

“Who the fuck would agree to it then?”

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, but he reached his arms around towards the taller male, who willingly came closer into his embrace. But instead, he cupped Beomgyu’s cheeks this time, tilting his head up before swooping a kiss from his lips. 

“I guess that’s why I can only like you this much, we’re both stupid,” he said, smiling softly as he caressed Beomgyu’s cheek with his thumbs. “Can you stay with me? Don’t leave your idiot.”

His breath caught at the gentle affection poured to him, but he could only nod, pouting as he tugged onto the front of Soobin’s shirt. “No more bringing people home. Bleach your sheets.”

“Okay. No more fake porns and tips either, only us,” he said, dropping his arms to wrap Beomgyu up in his arms. The warmth of his embrace made all of Beomgyu’s worries melt away. Except maybe he had to find a way to explain to his friend about the cancellation of the room switch.

Nonetheless, everything fell into place in the way it was supposed to, and Beomgyu couldn’t be more content than this. 

Maybe there’s still one problem, though.

“Can we still record the tapes? I actually enjoyed them a lot.”

Soobin groaned in dismay, but only hugged Beomgyu tighter in his arms. Well, at least that’s not a no.

//

(“You’re an idiot.”

Soobin sank into his own seat, his hands came up to cover his face as he groaned into them. Yeonjun was sitting across from him, watching him with the same judging look he had had ever since Soobin finished his story.

The cursed story of how he somehow proposed an idea to make a fake porn with his roommate-slash-crush and ended up having sex for real with the roommate-said-crush. 

If he asked himself from a few weeks ago if things could escalate to this point, he would’ve laughed at the idea. But here he was, wondering how the fuck things fell into the right place in the wrongest way.

“Let me get this straight. You asked Beomgyu to film a porn video with you so you two could pay the rent.” 

“ Fake porn, but yes.”

“And then people started doubting the authenticity so you decided to do it for real?”

“That’s right.”

“All while keeping him in the dark about how you’re feeling?”

This one hurt a little, but eventually Soobin nodded. “Yeah… I didn’t get the chance to confess.”

“Yeah, you’re an idiot,” Yeonjun heaved a sigh, looking at Soobin as if he had committed the biggest mistake ever. “How are you going to tell him without making him think that you’re just in for the sex and money?” 

“Do I look like someone who would do that?”

Yeonjun stared at him. “I mean, you suggested that horrendous idea. Like. Who the fuck would even suggest that?”

“You.”

“Darling, I would suggest having sex to forget the anxiety about the rent, but not to pay it,” the elder laughed, reaching out to tickle Soobin by his chin. 

“Shut up.” The taller male turned his head away, sulking some more as he sank further into his seat. 

“Better to confess soon, Soobin-ah.”

“I know, I would do it…” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “It’s just harder when we’ve gone this far already.”

“Honestly, it would’ve been okay if you’ve stopped after the first video. What made you keep going?”

Soobin smiled unconsciously. “He just sounded so cute when he moaned for–”

“STOP. I didn’t need to hear that– Nope, good bye.”

“Hyung! You’re supposed to tell me what I have to do!”)

//