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He let himself into the apartment because he knew the code. Taking his shoes off by the door and quietly walking in, he listened for any sounds and made his way to the bathroom upon hearing the shower. A little smirk bloomed on his lips as the idea crossed his mind and he put it to practice right way; hands going for his own clothes and taking them all off.
He didn’t even mind taking them with him to the bathroom, just letting them create a short trail along the hallway, and he was already fully naked when he arrived at his destination. Without a word or warning, he stepped into the shower area, finding Minho rinsing his hair under the water spray. So he stepped closer, circling his waist with his arms and meeting his back with his chest while leaning towards his neck.
Minho wasn’t exactly startled by the arms suddenly surrounding him or the body meeting his back, but he did suck in a breath and stepped back from the water spray.
- Jeongin. – his voice was a warning but the way his head leaned away to leave his neck at Jeongin’s mercy was most striking.
- Hyung. – Jeongin copied his tone with a smile and got his teeth on Minho’s skin, nibbling at it on the way up to his ear. One of his hands moved up, dragging across Minho’s abdomen.
- Should I change the code on the lock? – Minho asked but he did nothing to stop Jeongin’s actions.
- Why, are you not my emotional support neighbor anymore? – he teased with a falsely hurt voice and his slightly hard cock on the cleft of Minho’s ass. – Was that only valid while you wanted to corrupt me? – he added into Minho’s ear. He heard Minho snort.
- It’s been long since you last had anything to corrupt. – Minho turned around as he replied, facing Jeongin. Even though he had a nonchalant expression on, the dark glint in his eyes and the hardness in his cock wouldn’t let him pretend to not be turned on.
- You must be proud of yourself. – Jeongin pointed out as he pulled Minho by the waist, putting their bodies together again and leaning into a kiss Minho immediately accepted.
If anyone was to blame for the person Jeongin had become, it should be Minho.
Jeongin had been a good boy all his life. The type mothers bragged about and aunties praised constantly; a sweet, innocent boy who had good grades, kept himself out of all kinds of trouble and even joined them going to church. Even after becoming an adult, Jeongin had been a model boy to the point of being called lame by his college peers. He wouldn’t drink or party, wouldn’t let anything distract him from his studies and for the longest time wouldn’t even date.
The latter had been his first crime.
After years and years of hiding it from everyone and denying to himself that he was attracted to boys, Jeongin fell in love with one. Hyunjin, the prettiest guy Jeongin had ever laid his eyes on and who he met at the music club he joined for extra credits. Hyunjin, who was so much like him that it made them immediately bond, becoming close friends and leveling up into boyfriends after just a couple of months. Hyunjin, who Jeongin’s mother caught him kissing in his room once and immediately became a bad influence. The devil sent into Jeongin’s life to stray him away from god, his mother called Hyunjin, having no idea that her actions would lead Jeongin into the actual devil’s house.
Minho.
Minho had just moved into the apartment below Jeongin’s and, after hearing one of many fights on the upper floor, he had found Jeongin crying in the fire escape. And Minho was nice enough to take Jeongin in, so he wouldn’t be crying on the stairs, and sweet enough to cook him dinner, so Jeongin wouldn’t skip the meal. Accepting enough to listen to Jeongin’s concerns and talk to him about sexuality in a way that didn’t make Jeongin feel judged or wrong. Supportive enough to let Jeongin know the code to his apartment just so he could go there anytime he needed, even while he was out. Cool enough to not get mad upon catching Jeongin making out with Hyunjin on his couch, instead welcoming Hyunjin and letting them know it was okay for them to use his apartment as long as they kept it clean and didn’t break anything.
Too nice and too sweet. Too accepting, too supportive and too cool for Jeongin to not fall for him.
He wouldn’t say Minho’s intentions were impure from the start. He could tell Minho genuinely cared for him and comforted him out of the goodness in his heart; maybe the wish that someone had done the same for him. But even the purest of intentions could shift.
When Jeongin started seeing him as more than his friendly neighbor, Minho didn’t try to fight him on it. He fed into it instead.
He stared back when he caught Jeongin staring at him, went shirtless more often when he noticed Jeongin’s mouth would water at the sight and teased Jeongin with friendly flirting when he knew it affected him. He let Jeongin run into the guys he brought home for sex, again and again, all while knowing Jeongin itched to become one of them. He toyed with Jeongin’s desire, and even the guilt associated with it, until Jeongin finally snapped.
When Jeongin kissed him, Minho showed him what it was like to be kissed by a man. To be desired by a man. To be fucked by a man. To have his dirtiest fantasies fulfilled one by one. To be wrecked in more ways than he could count.
To feel used. To have his romantic ideas discredited and his heart broken.
To recover from all of that and come out on top.
- I have a date. – Minho informed, voice halfway into a moan as Jeongin kissed down his neck.
- So what? – he chuckled, moving back up. – You’re not gonna let me fuck you? – he teased as his hands squeezed Minho’s butt cheeks. He felt Minho’s sigh against his lips as he brought their mouths together again but he also felt his smile.
- Go ahead. – Minho replied, which was Jeongin’s cue to manhandle him into turning around and bending against the wall.
As usual, Minho let him enjoy the power he felt. He let Jeongin thrust into him while pressing him up on the wall and he moaned and begged against the tiles for Jeongin to go harder. He let Jeongin compare himself to whoever his date was and laughed when asked if they could fuck him better. He let Jeongin kiss him out of the shower and as Jeongin helped him into a nice outfit he knew someone else would take off. He told Jeongin to get lost before he came back but still let Jeongin lay naked in his bed and kissed him goodbye before leaving. And Jeongin wasn’t sure how much of that power was real and how much was a mere illusion Minho allowed him, but he didn’t really care. That was the most Minho allowed anyone, Jeongin had learned along the way, and he had been the chosen one to get it.
No one else had Minho the way Jeongin did. And that was enough for him.
Even as he walked into Minho’s apartment the following morning and found a familiar face, Jeongin didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, he felt even more powerful.
- It’s you again? – he smiled as he approached the other.
- You’re still walking in like you own the place? – Jisung threw him a sarcastic smile.
- Hyung allows me to. – Jeongin took a seat at the kitchen island, glancing at the food on top of it, which Jisung seemed to have prepared. – Are you back together? – he couldn’t help a snort.
Jeongin knew Jisung, obviously. Jisung had been kind of a regular in Minho’s bed at least twice before; once while Jeongin was still using Minho’s apartment as his safe spot to make out with Hyunjin and one more time, much later, while Minho was waiting for Jeongin to snap.
Jisung had disliked Jeongin from the start but he pretended not to, during the first time, too focused on trying to make Minho his boyfriend. By the second time, though, Jisung was unable to pretend he didn’t see Jeongin as a rival because Jeongin saw him the same way. With one being jealous of the other having a constant place in Minho’s life and the other being bitter over the fact that Minho was sleeping with the one again but wouldn’t sleep with him, it had taken them only a couple of encounters to confront each other. A single exchange of personal attacks at the building’s corridor that made Jeongin stomp back upstairs to his apartment while Jisung went into Minho’s, but a week later Jisung was gone again and Minho was playing worried hyung after calling Jeongin over, effectively making him snap and kiss him in an act of rebellion.
Looking back now, Jeongin realized he had won back then. It might’ve been only because Minho wanted to fuck him too, but he had chosen Jeongin. In a way.
- Maybe. – Jisung replied with raised eyebrows. – You’re still waiting for him to fuck you? – he added sarcastically.
- He already has. – Jeongin felt satisfaction on his tongue while saying the words.
Jisung hadn’t expected that answer, because his expression fell, but he recovered from it relatively fast. – Congratulations, you are now one of many. – he threw Jeongin a sarcastic smile.
- As are you. – Jeongin shrugged, looking back down at the food and stealing a pancake from one of the plates.
- How dare you – Jisung hissed at him, gritting his teeth when Jeongin stuffed part of the pancake into his mouth. – What Minho and I have is far from what he has with you or any other guy he fucks. – he argued instead, pulling the plates closer to him.
- Did he tell you that? – Jeongin chuckled, taking another bite of pancake. – Or do you just know it cause you’re soulmates? – he provoked further, watching with a grin as Jisung grit his teeth harder.
- Don’t piss me off, kid. – the latter’s voice got lower, threatening. – You might’ve found a way to his bed, but I’m the one he comes to when he gets tired of playing around.
- Maybe you’re right! – he agreed as he stood up, noticing surprise flash across Jisung’s face. – Maybe he does go to you when he’s tired of playing – he spoke as he walked around the kitchen island, approaching Jisung while the latter eyed him with disdain. – Or maybe he just takes you back cause you make it too easy by crawling back to him, thinking he will eventually feel about you the way you feel about him. – he stepped into Jisung’s personal space, fearlessly facing him. – But I don’t mind sharing.
Jisung scoffed in disbelief, glancing away for a moment, and he was gonna say something when he faced Jeongin again but the words never left his mouth. As soon as he turned to him, Jeongin leaned forward and kissed him, taking advantage of his shock to shove his tongue past his lips as well.
- What the fuck are you doing?! – Jisung protested as he stepped back against the kitchen island.
- I’m letting you know how I taste like – Jeongin leaned towards him until their eyes were at the same level – So you’ll know who else you’re tasting when he kisses you, as I’m not going anywhere.
Jisung didn’t reply to that, instead just staring back at Jeongin like he was completely speechless. It made Jeongin chuckle before he stepped back, starting to turn away from Jisung but doing a double take and returning to lean close to his ear.
- By the way – he started in a quiet voice, as if telling him a secret. – I fucked him in the shower yesterday, just before your date, but feel free to continue thinking you have him all to yourself. – and he smiled, pleased, watching Jisung close his eyes and take a deep breath, obviously irritated.
He stepped away from him then, turning to walk himself out of the apartment. That was when he noticed Minho by the hallway, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed at his chest and his eyes on them. Jeongin had no idea how long he had been watching them for, but the way in which Minho’s eyes met his changed his original trajectory.
Minho wasn’t mad or offended, his eyes had no aggression of any type being directed at Jeongin. Instead, they showed curiosity, a bit of surprise and the slightest hint of satisfaction, though the last might’ve been a mere reflection of Jeongin’s feelings.
Whatever it was, Jeongin approached him until they were face to face and, watching Minho allow it without a word or a glance towards anything other than him, Jeongin landed a kiss on his lips. Minho reacted only by meeting his eyes again, with a darkness Jeongin knew too well growing in them, so Jeongin didn’t say a word either. He simply turned and walked out of the apartment as Jisung started protesting for Minho to tell him what the meaning of that was.
Maybe Minho had corrupted him too far or maybe Jeongin was actually a bad person from the start and Minho just revealed it, but Jeongin had never felt better.