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Seok-woo keeps stirring despite Jun-ho crawling up his back.
They’re both shirtless and still dull from sleep. Jun-ho was barely awake with his hair sticking out at random angles, he could feel the heat of his body pressed against his back. Cute, Seok-woo thought, Jun-ho dragged himself out of bed right after him, to be by his side while he cooked them a plate of eggs. His little boy couldn't get enough of him.
"What'cha making," Jun-ho mumbles against the skin of his shoulder and wraps his arms around Seok-woo chest.
"Eggs." He answers simply, turning to kiss Jun-ho's nose, a quick affectionate gesture. Jun-ho blinks.
"Again?" He laughs against open skin.
"Hardly." Seok-woo starts "They're plain, and if we were at my apartment—"
"And if we were at your apartment, your housewife—"
"Once again, she's not my housewife, she's my maid.
Jun-ho scowls against skin at the interruption.
"If your maid was here, I couldn't do this." He grabs Seok-woo's face, fingers pressing dents into the other's cheeks and less than gently smashes their lips together. His tongue lavishes the other's mouth in searing heat.
Jun-ho slides his hands slowly down his waxed bare chest, down his abs, feeling every inch of muscle. He grips his muscled waist. Without breaking the kiss, he leads them both backwards into the bedroom by memory. He throws Seok-woo back into the unmade bed, and the second he hits the mattress, Jun-ho clambers on top.
The squid games had been discontinued, that's what Seok-woo was told through an anonymous text (like with everything else relating to the games). They wouldn't need his services anymore, and considering what those entailed, he couldn't be happier.
Why the frontman ever sent him to babysit this full-grown 22 year old man, Seok-woo would never know.
It was the best assignment he'd ever had, though.
Until the text, he kept his hands to himself and only spoke through flirtatious glances. It was enough for Jun-ho apparently. They kept up a solid friendship then, went out for drinks regularly and chatted through the night, as good friends do.
Who doesn't make friends by exchanging numbers with the cute guy who you just gave a ticket to for speeding?
‘Monitoring’ Jun-ho (as the text had put it), was easier than he expected. Jun-ho kept to heel quite well, willing to spend a couple late nights with him in a row. There wasn't anything to keep boredom at bay for Seok-woo, so he took him up whenever Jun-ho offered. Maybe there was something growing between them from the start.
On the first evening he'd regained free range over this life, he confessed his feelings under the neon lights of one of their regular dingy bars. Jun-ho had grabbed him by the collar of his button-up, then. Dragging him shamelessly to the bathroom while Seok-woo dumbly stumbled along.
Jun-ho kisses him now in the same way as he did in that bathroom, desperate and like if he blinked, he'd wake up to find this to be a dream.
Seok-woo let him have it, his only reassurance the fervent press of his lips against Jun-ho's perfect soft ones. He wouldn't tell him he’d always be here, though he tried to instill the sentiment into every action, the grip of his hands on either side of Jun-ho’s hips, the smoothing back of the hair which fell over his forehead.
Seok-woo grabs him by the waist, swapping their positions. Soon enough, he's got Jun-ho sinking into the mattress with the boy's earlobe in between his teeth. He rolls the meat of it and Jun-ho responds in turn by digging his fingernails into Seok-woo’s biceps.
He'd never regret his days as the Salesman, not when it brought him this.
"What's gotten into you this morning." He asks the skin of Jun-ho's neck, the words rumbling against hot flesh. Their actions a bit too fevered to be normal.
"What do you mean?"Jun-ho asks back, almost a chuckle as he cards his fingers through Seok-woo's hair. "I'm like this every morning."
His mouth turns lower, gliding over the silky smooth skin covering his collarbone, out his shoulder, down his pec, tongue rolling over his nipple. He nips and sucks and Jun-ho nearly yelps as he arches off the bed.
"Getting close?" A cheesy lilt in Seok-woo's voice.
"Mmfh." Jun-ho runs his hand up and down Seok-woo's back. Taking his time feeling the hidden muscles flexing as Seok-woo balances above on his palms.
Seok-woo flops onto Jun-ho with an audible 'oomf'.
"Do you have anywhere to be?" Jun-ho rasps out under Seok-woo's crushing weight.
No, he doesn't have any obligations since the squid games ended and he has rescheduled today's dentist to next week...
"Oh!" Seok-woo jumps off Jun-ho, who takes a couple of relieved deep breaths in his absence. "The eggs are burning."
Jun-ho groans, his hand draped over his forehead like a damsel in distress, as Seok-woo rushes to the kitchen. Jun-ho soon saunters off after him. The whole room stinks of smoke and the eggs look presentable on top, but when Seok-woo wedges them off the pan with a spatula, they are completely charred underneath. He sighs and drops the pan's contents straight into the bin.
This time, Jun-ho joins him by leaning against the kitchen's door frame.
"Sorry, Jun-ho. Your apartment's gonna stink of burned eggs for the next week."
"We'll air it out."
Jun-ho appears at his side, cupping his cheek to turn his eyes on him. Seok-woo finds they glisten a warm, sweet brown, something like thick caramelized sugar. It takes everything to not nuzzle into the touch.
He puts a hand over the one Jun-ho holds his face with. "Let me make you coffee, at least."
"We could go out for breakfast," Jun-ho proposes. "If you'd like."
"Are you sure you don't wanna spend a morning in? You're always rushing off to this case and that." Seok-woo peels the hand away to press lips against each individual knuckle. "I'd like to take care of you today, since you're off."
A bright red flush consumes Jun-ho's cheeks and even spreads to his ears. The words are a lot for a week-old relationship.
"Umm, sure?"
But Seok-woo’s sure he's a keeper. As long as the Frontman doesn't get his hands on him.
"I want you to be certain, Jun-ho." He covers Jun-ho's hand with both of his.
"Yes," he sighs, a tired, loving thing. "Let's stay in and do nothing."
Seok-woo pulls him to the couch, sitting him down as he fetches a blanket. Jun-ho leans his head on his shoulder when Seok-woo wraps up the both of them.