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myungjae
looking forward to seeing you tonight <3
“Dude, I think one of my regulars is flirting with me.” Dongmin holds his phone out so Sungho can read the message on the screen. He passes the joint the other direction to Sanghyuk, exhaling through his teeth. His high has just settled into his chest, warm and heavy, cutting his reaction time in half. The prickles of interest at Jaehyun’s message are just starting to ping dully in the back of his brain.
Sungho hums, eyes bloodshot as hell. He leans closer like he can’t see. “Maybe he’s just really excited to buy weed.”
“Maybe,” Dongmin agrees. He facilitates the exchange of his phone and the joint between Sanghyuk and Sungho. He has two hands for a reason.
Sanghyuk blows out a long stream of smoke, holding Dongmin’s phone in front of his face.
“Eh. I know Jaehyun. It’s probably a bit of both,” he determines, dropping Dongmin’s phone back into his lap. “But I don’t think he’s gay. He’s just like that. He usually has a girlfriend.”
“Huh.” Dongmin grabs his phone, lifting his left hand in preparation for the joint. Sungho should be just about done with it. When Sungho hands it off, Dongmin takes a long drag, keeping his eyes open until they water, staring at the letters on his screen. “I kinda wanna fuck him, though,” he says, coughing a bit at the tightness in his lungs.
Sanghyuk shrugs. “You could definitely try. He might be into it. He seems experimental.”
Dongmin blinks. He kinda feels like he’s melting into the couch. “Alright. I’ll text him back.”
“Wow, gay people can do hard things,” Sungho teases. He holds the joint to Dongmin’s lips so he can take a hit while he’s typing his message. He holds his phone up after he sends it to let his friends see.
hdm
👍🥬
Sanghyuk chokes on his lungful of smoke. “Dude, he’s not going to want to fuck you now. What the hell?”
Dongmin wrinkles his nose. “I didn’t know what else to say!”
“Send him a heart back!”
“And a squirt emoji,” Sungho adds. “For the sexual nature of the thing.”
hdm
🖤💦
“Oh, shit, he actually did it,” Sungho laughs.
Sankhyuk groans. “Dude…”
“Fuck…” Dongmin rubs a hand over his head.
He always acts like a total dumbass around Jaehyun. It’s an animal urge out of his control. The first time they talked, Dongmin tripped over every word he said at least once.
Jaehyun is Dongmin’s favorite customer because he’s stupid hot, and he’s always on time. Dongmin would never pull a move on a customer, but if a customer pulled a move on him… that hardly seems illegal. The drug dealing is the illegal part.
He might not have Jaehyun as a customer after this, though.
“Man, what if he fires me for sexual harassment,” Dongmin complains, trying to figure out how to unsend his text. He just ends up liking his own message on accident. He groans.
“Didn’t know that was an option,” Sungho says. “If I did, I would have fired you a long time ago.”
“Can you shut up, I think I just ruined my life—”
“You didn’t even want to fuck him ten minutes ago,” Sanghyuk scoffs.
“Wrong.” Dongmin takes the joint back from Sanghyuk and finishes it off, leaning over his lap to stub it out in the ash tray on the side table. “I’ve wanted to fuck him since I met him, I just didnt know it was in the realm of possibility.”
“Realm of…” Sungho repeats softly, like he’s trying to understand what Dongmin said.
When Dongmin’s phone buzzes he almost throws it at the wall. If his reaction time weren’t cut in half, he might have. Instead, he’s able to pick it up like a normal person.
myungjae
😽🌺
“Dude, what the fuck does that mean?!” Dongmin makes a confused noise in the back of his throat.
Sungho pats his shoulder. “He wants your pussy, bro.”
“Does he know I don’t have one?” Dongmin runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. It’s not like that’s something I could go pick up at the store!”
“I’m enjoying imagining the universe where you could and would in the name of fucking him,” Sanghyuk snorts.
“He’s really fucking hot, Hyuk.”
“Okay, then fuck him. What do I care?”
“Fine,” Dongmin scoffs, only a little offended. “Maybe I will.”
❧
Before they even make it into the party, Woonhak is dancing.
Bouncing up and down walking up the sidewalk to Jackson Wang’s place. His whole body is moving as he feels the thrum of the bass, one arm raised above his head. He has sunglasses on even though it’s the middle of the night.
“Baby, chill,” Sanghyuk begs, grabbing Woonhak’s arm and trying to get him to mellow out. It’s no use. They shared a joint or two on their way over, and Woonhak is still bouncing off the walls.
“How could I chill? Tonight is about to be cra-zy!” he extends the word, voice exponentially raising in volume.
“I’ll let you try that thing later if you take your sunglasses off and hold my hand like a normal person,” Sanghyuk attempts.
Woonhak immediately stops bouncing. He raises his eyebrows high enough that his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. “That thing?”
“Yes,” Sanghyuk says, nodding once.
“Dude, I’m so fucking chill right now,” Woonhak says (at an appropriate volume). “I’m a fucking cucumber. You wouldn’t even believe…” He shoves his sunglasses into his hair and takes Sanghyuk’s hand, bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it.
Sanghyuk glances sideways at the rest of them, only a little bit apologetic.
“Gross,” Donghyun says cheerfully. “I’m so glad I got chosen to be the DD tonight and had to raw dog listening to that conversation sober. Thanks, guys. This is awesome.”
Dongmin rolls his eyes, hiking his bag higher on his shoulder and shoving through his friends. He has shit to do. Most importantly, meeting up with Myung Jaehyun to sell him drugs. And maybe fuck him.
There’s no one watching the door. One of these early autumn parties doesn’t call for a bouncer. Just another weekend. Jackson has his system down to a well-oiled machine. Dongmin isn’t convinced the man ever sleeps. There are always people coming in and out— someone’s doing something every night. Seems like a terrible fucking way to live, but goddamn, Dongmin loves to visit when he’s in the mood for a party.
“I’m going to get drunk,” Sungho announces, diverting himself towards the kitchen immediately upon entry.
He’s self-sufficient. Dongmin doesn’t feel a need to keep an eye on him. Honestly, since Sanghyuk and Woonhak finally banged it out, he hasn’t felt much of a need to keep an eye on anyone. Sanghyuk is responsible enough for all of them, and now that Woonhak is physically attached to him at all times, it’s harder to lose track of him.
Sanghyuk steals the joint from behind Dongmin’s ear and sticks it in Woonhak’s mouth. He winks at Dongmin, pulling Woonhak to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Not Dongmin’s problem anymore.
Donghyun sticks with Dongmin, heading towards what is supposed to be the dining room but now serves more of an entertainment purpose. There’s a massive flat screen against one wall, a couple of shitty sofas arranged around it. A group of inebriated twenty-somethings playing Mortal Kombat, stereo at full volume, and screaming every time Scorpion gets a hit in.
There’s a blackjack table against the back wall. Dongmin drops into the dealer chair, understanding the irony of the situation, and sets his bag on the table.
“Isn’t your girlfriend here?” he asks Donghyun. He’s surprised that Donghyun has stuck around this long. He’s a wanderer.
“Yeah. I need her drugs first,” Donghyun says, like Dongmin is an idiot.
“Why didn’t you ask me for them when we got here?”
Donghyun shrugs. “You seemed nervous. Didn’t want any of that to rub off on me.”
Dongmin takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He digs around in his shit for Minju’s order. She’s the only one he wastes his nice, pink baggies on, because she has girlfriend privileges. And she’s Dongmin’s favorite friend.
“She sent me money earlier.” Dongmin tosses the weed at Donghyun. He catches it, giving Dongmin a thumbs up and a stupid smile before drifting off into the crowd.
Usually, Dongmin would be engaging in the party portion of this joint rather than sitting here like a scrub, but Jaehyun has him all kind of fucked up. All he’s thought about since this afternoon when Jaehyun sent him that god forsaken text is getting in Jaehyun’s pants.
He doesn’t want to miss Jaehyun. Jackson Wang parties are unpredictable. If Dongmin stands up now, there’s a chance he’ll get roped into a five hour game of spin the bottle and miss Jaehyun entirely. It’s happened before. Twice.
So, he waits for Jaehyun to come to him.
He does a couple of deals with some of his regulars. He’s so buzzed and engrossed in counting, and measuring, and everything else that comes with exchanging money for drugs that he doesn’t notice Jaehyun has shown up until he sits down across from him.
“Hi,” Jaehyun says, smile playing on his lips. He’s just as pretty as he always is. He’s stopped cutting his hair lately. It’s long. Curly. Dongmin feels like he’s been punched in the gut, but he recovers well enough to play it off, he thinks.
“Hey, Myung,” Dongmin replies, his heart flopping around helplessly in his chest. He’s glad Donghyun isn’t here to see this. He’d immediately know that Dongmin is hopeless. Dongmin would never hear the end of it.
“How much do I owe you?” Jaehyun asks, leaning over the table. He puts his hand into the front pocket of his loose flannel shirt, pulling out a few bills. It’s unbuttoned low on his chest. Dongmin’s eyes stick where they shouldn’t. When he looks back up, Jaehyun is smiling even wider.
Dongmin pulls out Jaehyun’s weed. “You know this’ll only be enough for, like, one blunt, right?” he asks. He packed Jaehyun’s bag earlier— only a fifth of what he usually orders every few weeks.
Jaehyun’s eyes shine, even in the shitty light of Jackson Wang’s game room. “Maybe I just want an excuse to see you again.”
“Don’t need an excuse for that, babe,” Dongmin mutters. He can’t be blamed for what comes out of his mouth in Jackson Wang’s home. He swears there’s a curse over the place.
“What did you say?” Jaehyun asks, pushing himself closer still. He looks like a puppy. Head cocked.
“Nothing.” Dongmin exhales shallowly. He takes half of Jaehyun’s money. He should charge him more, but he’s sweet on him, so…
“Thanks,” Jaehyun plucks the baggie up between his fingers to hold it up, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna smoke it with me?”
This must have been Jaehyun’s plan all along. Dongmin can feel a surge of some emotion in his chest. Lust is too unserious. It might be closer to love. It chokes him up. Makes his voice wobble for a second before he clears his throat.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Definitely.”
Jaehyun’s eyes drag down Dongmin’s face. Dongmin could probably get off without being touched if Jaehyun talked him through it. Just looked at him with those big, brown eyes and told him he’s worth something, and that he’s doing so well—
“You know somewhere quieter?” Jaehyun asks, interrupting Dongmin’s perverted fantasies.
“Yes.” Dongmin pushes himself up from the table rather abruptly, earning a giggle from Jaehyun. He slings his bag over his shoulder and sticks out his hand. It’s a risk. He doesn’t know if Jaehyun will take it. It would be humiliating if he doesn’t.
Thankfully, he does.
He folds his hand into Dongmin’s, flashing him a dazzling smile. He doesn’t let go of Dongmin as they weave through the party, even after they’re out of the crowd. Jaehyun’s hands are warm. Smooth. He’s probably never worked a day in his life. Dongmin would love to keep it that way. He could take care of Jaehyun, if Jaehyun let him.
He leads them down the last door at the end of the hallway. Into the basement. Everyone knows this is where people go to fuck at Jackson Wang parties. It’s more private. Quieter— music muffled through the floorboards. If Jaehyun knows about the implication, he doesn’t mention it. He just laughs when Dongmin motions him into an empty bedroom.
It hits Dongmin, once the door is closed behind him, that they’re really doing this. Fuck.
Jaehyun sits down on the edge of the bed. He looks up at Dongmin innocently, like his shirt isn’t gaping at his chest, inviting Dongmin in. Dongmin’s mouth goes dry. He tosses his bag on the ground.
“Uh,” he says.
“Do you know how to roll?” Jaehyun asks.
Dongmin laughs out loud.
“Sorry.” Jaehyun looks down to his lap sheepishly. “That was probably a stupid question.”
“No, no, it’s valid, a lot of people can’t.” Dongmin doesn’t want Jaehyun to think he’s making fun of him. That’s the last thing he wants. He grabs his shit and throws it onto the bed, kicking off his shoes and folding his legs up under him when he sits down. Jaehyun follows suit, toeing off his Vans and pulling his knees up. Dongmin’s lips quirk to one side. “But I roll the best goddamn blunt in the city.”
Jaehyun leans forward. “Can you teach me sometime?”
Dongmin tries not to choke on his own tongue. “Yeah. I can teach you sometime, Jaehyun.”
A comfortable silence settles between them as Dongmin works. He always has his rolling tray in his bag, but usually he’s rolling a spliff for Donghyun on the go, because Donghyun is a helpless douchebag with too much money and willing to pay Dongmin ten dollars a pop for the labor.
He tears open a new pack of wraps with his teeth, spitting the plastic to the side. Slides one out and holds out his hand for Jaehyun’s weed. Jaehyun acquiesces. Dongmin doesn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s fingers very unnecessarily brush his palm. He just smiles, prying open the baggie and dumping the contents out.
Like he’s really, truly interested, Jaehyun scoots closer. Until their knees are touching. When Dongmin looks up, Jaehyun looks down, and vice versa.
“I was surprised when you texted me,” Dongmin says, fingers still working at the blunt. He’s still a little high from earlier. It’s enough to make him ballsy.
“Why?” Jaehyun is closer than he needs to be. He’s touchy by nature. Dongmin has observed it time and time again. He’s never been on the receiving end of it, though. It lights him on fire.
“Dunno. Thought this was a business only relationship.”
Jaehyun’s lips pull up on one side. “Is that what you want it to be?”
“I’m open to anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah.” Dongmin’s tongue pokes out, running over his bottom lip. He looks at Jaehyun through his lashes, giving him a quick once over. His heart beats so loudly it feels like it’s going to crack his skull in half. “For you. Yeah. Anything.”
Jaehyun giggles, pushing himself further into Dongmin’s space.
Dongmin ignores the growing blush on his cheeks, bringing the wrap to his mouth to run his tongue along the open edge. He can feel Jaehyun’s eyes on him as he seals it. He flicks on his lighter and finishes the blunt off. Holding it up like a prize.
“It’s so cool that you can do that,” Jaehyun breathes. He sounds entirely genuine about it. Dongmin has to swallow another laugh.
“I sell drugs, Myung.”
Jaehyun shrugs. “Still. It’s hot.”
Dongmin snorts. He sets the blunt down and cleans up his shit, shoving it back into his bag and dumping it on the ground. He pulls the ashtray on the side table closer. “How do you wanna do this?” he asks Jaehyun, eyebrows raised.
“I can get on top,” Jaehyun says, painfully serious. Dongmin chokes on nothing. Jaehyun breaks into a cheeky grin. “Joking. I’m comfortable wherever.”
“Let’s just…” Dongmin looks around. The room is scarce, but the headboard looks sturdy. He scooches backwards, stacking a couple of pillows up against the wood. “Let’s relax, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jaehyun agrees. He crawls up the bed on his hands and knees, and Dongmin forgets how to breathe for a second or ten.
His fingers pull nervously at the sleeves of his shirt. An old, striped number from the nineties that he stole out of his dad’s closet years ago. He knows it looks good on him. Hanging off of his lean frame, but clinging to his sides when he bends over. He pushes the sleeves up to his elbows, noting the way Jaehyun watches, settled into the spot to Dongmin’s left.
“Help me?” Jaehyun requests, saccharine. He drops his mouth open, batting his eyelashes.
He must know that Dongmin would do anything he asked. Dongmin is definitely fucked.
Dongmin breathes out, placing the blunt between Jaehyun’s parted lips, his knuckles brushing skin. Jaehyun closes around it, nodding shortly in assent. Dongmin holds the blunt for him, clicking on his lighter. The flame reflects in Jaehyun’s eyes.
Jaehyun inhales. He opens his mouth, and Dongmin almost forgets to take his own hit.
Against his lips, he can feel the slight wetness where Jaehyun’s mouth was. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Dongmin shares smokes with people all the time. None of them are Jaehyun, though.
“It’s nice,” Jaehyun smiles, blowing out through his nose. He tips his head back, turning to look at Dongmin.
“Usually is,” Dongmin agrees. He doesn’t even ask, he just holds the blunt to Jaehyun’s lips again. Feeds him straight out of his hand, something dangerous twisting below his navel.
They pass off a few hits like that. Dongmin doing all the work, Jaehyun slowly drifting closer. The mattress squeaks under them every so often. Dongmin feels warm.
“You ever shotgunned?” Jaehyun asks suddenly, chewing on his bottom lip.
Dongmin nods, pushing smoke out of his lungs. “Yeah,” he croaks.
“Does it work?”
Dongmin shrugs.
The answer is no, probably not, but he knows where this is going, and he’s abysmally into it.
“Dunno. It’s nice, though. Feels nice, y’know, obviously,” he trips over the words as they come out.
Somehow, Jaehyun doesn’t seem too put out by Dongmin’s repeated flustering. He leans a little closer. “Will you show me how?”
“Yeah.” Dongmin is already flicking his lighter on again. “Just get ready to inhale, alright?”
Jaehyun nods. “Mhm.”
He has stars in his eyes. Dongmin feels like he’ll get lost if he isn’t careful. He’ll drown there. Between galaxies.
He takes his hit, turning his shoulders towards Jaehyun. Jaehyun is right there waiting, mouth open. Dongmin can see the red of his tongue sitting patiently in his mouth. Slick with spit. He closes in. His lips bump Jaehyun’s as he exhales. Jaehyun takes most of it. When Dongmin pulls back, Jaehyun is looking at him like he’s just been told the secret to life. He shudders when he breathes out.
“Again,” he begs.
So Dongmin gives him another. He swears that Jaehyun is practically kissing him the second time. He can feel Jaehyun’s hand on his thigh. Warm and steady.
“One more,” Jaehyun murmurs, much more quietly.
Dongmin holds Jaehyun’s chin still this time. He gets a bit closer. Too close, maybe.
He can feel smoke leaking out between them. He doesn’t realize that Jaehyun hasn’t inhaled at all until he presses forward, hand hooking around Dongmin’s neck as he brings their mouths together.
There’s a second where Dongmin doesn’t know what’s happening. He feels Jaehyun kissing him, but he can’t register it. He lets out a surprised little whine in the back of his throat when his body catches up with his brain. Lets his hand move from Jaehyun’s chin to cradle his jaw.
He doesn’t know what to expect. Maybe for Jaehyun to stop kissing him after a second. But Jaehyun doesn’t stop kissing him. He melts into Dongmin, hands sliding up his chest. He hums, parting his lips in a way that’s all too inviting for a weak man to resist.
Dongmin grunts, becoming increasingly aware of the still burning blunt in his hand. He opens his eyes for just long enough to stretch his arm back, dropping the blunt into the ash tray without breaking away from Jaehyun.
He feels like a new man once he has both hands free. He touches Jaehyun wherever he can. The outside of his thigh. The dip of his waist. The curve of his ass.
Fuck. This is happening.
Jaehyun’s hands clench into Dongmin’s shirt when Dongmin opens up for him. He lets Jaehyun explore, licking into Dongmin’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as he withdraws. Dongmin’s brain is moving slowly, but he feels everything times ten. The warmth, the thrill, the weight of Jaehyun against him.
Jaehyun kisses like they’re competing for something. Like he’s trying to win.
He’s closer, and closer, and then he’s in Dongmin’s lap, holding Dongmin by his neck, and he’s so hot at his core that Dongmin can feel it through his jeans where they’re practically crotch to crotch—
Dongmin moans onto Jaehyun’s tongue. Jaehyun smiles against him. Pleased.
He pulls away, breathless, hair fucked up, eyes red-rimmed and lids heavy. He looks like an angel. Dongmin starts reciting fragments of prayers in his head— whichever he can remember.
Our father who art in heaven— As I lay me down to sleep I pray, thee Lord my soul to keep—
“This okay?” Jaehyun asks.
Feels like a stupid fucking question when Dongmin just moaned into Jaehyun’s mouth, but he appreciates Jaehyun looking out.
“I heard you’re not into guys,” Dongmin says, trying not to choke on his own spit.
“Didn’t think I was.” Jaehyun smiles, seemingly unmoved by this revelation in his sexuality. He presses forward until it’s obvious that he’s hard in his jeans. Until their hips are aligned, and Dongmin is holding back from bucking up into him in a desperate attempt to chase the curl of heat in his gut. “But, I’m really into you,” Jaehyun murmurs, hands cupping either side of Dongmin’s jaw.
The next breath they share is shaky. Dongmin lets out a low groan when Jaehyun moves his hips again. He grabs Jaehyun’s waist, holding him still. Swallows thickly, white light exploding behind his eyes. “I have to let you know— I’m not good at casual.”
It’s probably the least sexy thing he could say in the moment, but Jaehyun is so fucking hot, and fun, and interesting. If Dongmin gives in to this he’s going to fall in love. He knows that. It’s better to get ahead of it now. He can’t keep selling drugs to a guy who doesn’t love him back. It’s just not gonna work.
Jaehyun lets out a soft laugh. He kisses the corner of Dongmin’s mouth. His smile is bright enough to make Dongmin feel lightheaded.
“Me either,” he says. “Let’s just see where this goes. Yeah?”
Dongmin lets up on his death grip on Jaehyun’s hips. He tips his head back, breathing into Jaehyun’s mouth. “Are you going to break my heart, Myung?”
“Not if you don’t break mine.”
It’s a good enough promise for Dongmin.
This time when they kiss, there’s something more behind it. Sexual desire, mostly. The feeling of Jaehyun’s dick through his pants rubbing up against Dongmin’s dick through his pants. It’s very rudimentary. Very hot.
Dongmin slides his hands into the back pockets of Jaehyun’s jeans. He leans back, tipping his chin up to give Jaehyun a better angle to take him apart. Jaehyun hums in appreciation. He groans when Dongmin squeezes his ass.
Neither of them are making any moves to take their clothes off. Why has Dongmin been taking his clothes off during sex before this? This feels so fucking good. Even with the stiffness of the denim, the lack of space for his dick to be rubbed off, it feels sublime. It hurts, but Jaehyun is nipping at his bottom lip, and rocking forward fast enough that Dongmin’s head spins, and he forgets about the pain and surrenders to pleasure.
He hasn’t had anything close to this in a while.
He’s awkward. And he always says the wrong things. Jaehyun took all of that and kept on anyway. He’s humping Dongmin with his jeans on and promising him forevers, and god damnit, Dongmin is going to take them.
Jaehyun’s nails scrape up Dongmin’s scalp. Jaehyun grows exponentially louder the closer he gets to orgasm. Until he’s rolling his hips and holding Dongmin’s face as he breathes into his mouth, letting out little noises because he’s feeling too good to kiss him back.
Dongmin angles himself to get a bit closer. The impact is immediate. Dongmin groans. Jaehyun gasps.
“Don’t stop,” Dongmin begs. He kisses Jaehyun’s chin, groping him like it’s the last time he’ll be allowed. Like he’s being marched to his death and this is the last ass he’ll ever touch. “God, Jaehyun—”
“You’re so fucking pretty, Dongminnie,” Jaehyun mewls. His lips are wet, slick with spit. “You feel so fucking good, baby—”
That’s what does Dongmin in. He cums in his jeans with Jaehyun rutting against him. He blacks out a little bit as it happens. His toes curl in his socks, heels digging into the mattress in Jackson Wang’s shitty basement.
Jaehyun is right behind him. His head drops, forehead pressed to Dongmin’s cheek when he finishes. He’s jerky. He goes weak-limbed, like a ragdoll with grip strength, clinging to Dongmin like his life depends on it.
“Oh,” he says afterwards, “my god.”
“Good, oh my god?” Dongmin checks. “Or bad, oh my go—”
“Good,” Jaehyun interrupts. He plants a kiss on the center of Dongmin’s mouth. “Very, very good.”
Dongmin nods. “Sick.” He takes a second to catch his breath. Lets Jaehyun kiss his face as he does. “I’m so fuckin’ high right now.”
“Me too. Let’s keep kissing.”
“Yeah,” Dongmin agrees. That sounds like a great fucking idea, actually.
❧
Dongmin stumbles out of the basement a couple hours later still high— a half-smoked blunt in his back pocket and dried cum in his underwear,— dragging a giggling Jaehyun behind him by their twined hands.
They find Donghyun is sitting in an armchair with Minju asleep in his lap. She’s so good at falling asleep it’s a little freaky. As soon as she has one of Donghyun’s hands in her hair, she’s out like a light. A real, modern sleeping beauty.
“Hey, can you drive us home?” Dongmin asks, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m high as fuck.”
Donghyun looks them up and down, hand still moving against Minju’s scalp. “You look fine.”
Dongmin sighs. He didn’t want to have to pull the trump card, but… “There’s cum in my jeans, man.”
A stupid laugh bubbles out of Donghyun. He raises his eyebrows. “Myung? Didn’t know you swung that way.”
Jaehyun shrugs, hugging himself closer to Dongmin’s arm. “First time I jacked off it was to a printout of Dwayne Johnson I got off Google.”
“Hey. Respect, man.” Donghyun raises his free hand to fist bump him.
Dongmin blinks, looking at Jaehyun in mild betrayal. “And you didn’t know you were into guys until you met me?”
“Didn’t really think about it much. Hadn’t felt compelled to until I met you.” He runs his fingers through Dongmin’s hair, and suddenly Dongmin understands Minju in a new way. “You’re really fucking hot, Dongminnie.”
Dongmin swallows. He leans into Jaehyun’s hand. “Yeah. I don’t care if you've been gay this whole time as long as you keep touching me like that.”
“Gross.” Donghyun wrinkles his nose. “I’m putting Woonhak between you in the car so you don’t take your dicks out.”
Woonhak is huge.
When Jaehyun tries to hold Dongmin’s hand over Woonhak’s lap, Woonhak takes it instead. “You guys have fun tonight?” he asks. He smells like someone spilled a case of Smirnoff Ice on him.
“No,” Dongmin says at the same time Jaehyun chirps, “Yeah!”
Sanghyuk snorts from the front seat. He and Minju are squeezed next to each other in the passenger’s side. They’re both small enough to make it work. It’s definitely illegal.
“Hey, where’s Sungho?” Minju slurs, still half asleep. Sanghyuk pats her head comfortingly.
“Last I saw he was with Jackson, I’m sure he’s fine,” Donghyun sighs. He glances into the rear view to look at Jaehyun. “Where am I taking you, Myung? Got an address?”
“Uh, wherever Dongmin is going, I think?” He looks at Dongmin over Woonhak’s lap, all wide eyes and hopeful.
“Yeah.” Dongmin grins, a swell of pride blooming in his chest. “We didn’t even fuck yet.”
“Dongmin, you can’t just say that!” Sanghyuk gasps like he’s personally affronted. As if Woonhak hadn’t announced ten minutes earlier that Sanghyuk would be tying him to the bed tonight. (With handcuffs!)
“It’s fine,” Jaehyun cuts in. “He’s right. It’s high on my list of things to do with Han Dongmin, so…”
“Ohhh,” Woonhak sings. “What else is on that list?”
“Get married,” Jaehyun says seriously.
Dongmin coughs. Sanghyuk cranks around to look at him.
“Fine with me,” Dongmin stammers. He feels like he’s perpetually trying to catch up with Jaehyun, but he doesn’t mind at all, as long as Jaehyun keeps dragging him along.
“Awwww,” Minju coos.
Dongmin’s not joking. He doesn’t think Jaehyun is, either.
He pinches Woonhak in the side hard enough to make him let go of Jaehyun’s hand, moving in to take his rightful place. Woonhak complains, but Dongmin is good at tuning him out. He drops his head back against the seat, letting out a giddy laugh.
❧
Craziest thing is, he and Jaehyun don’t even have sex that night. They shower. Change into cum-free clothes. Lay in Dongmin’s bed. Talk.
They talk all night long.
Dongmin falls in love. Like. Really. He thinks he’s in love.
When he wakes up the next afternoon tangled up with Jaehyun, and when Jaehyun wakes up shortly after, all smushed-cheeked and drowzy, Dongmin is sure of it. He’s in love.
Jaehyun smiles. He groans when he stretches. He drapes a leg over Dongmin’s hip, and an arm over his neck. “G’morning,” he hums, drawing closer.
“Oh, god,” Dongmin blurts, “I’m gonna fall in love with you.”
Jaehyun giggles into Dongmin’s mouth, body warm against him. “Promise?”
Dongmin lets out a disbelieving breath, winding his arms around Jaehyun’s waist. “God, yes.”
❧
myungjae
looking forward to seeing you tonight <3
Dongmin snorts, smiling down at his phone like an idiot.
“Yo, can you quit texting your boyfriend and take the goddamn joint?” Donghyun elbows him in the side.
“Whatever, man,” Dongmin takes the joint, sticking it into his mouth and inhales as he returns both hands to his phone to type back a response.
Sanghyuk pulls the joint straight out of Dongmin’s mouth instead of waiting for him to pass it.
hdm
👍🥬🖤💦🍆🕳️🍑💥✊
When the text is delivered, Jaehyun laughs from across the room. He’s being weighed down on the other sofa by a truly fucked up Woonhak. The kid greened out, like, two joints ago and draped himself over Jaehyun like a weighted blanket.
myungjae
😽🌺
“Yo, dude—” Dongmin elbows Donghyun back. “What do you think this means?”
“He wants your pussy, bro,” Donghyun says seriously.
“Hell yeah.” Dongmin looks up, sending Jaehyun a wink across the room. “All yours, baby.”
Sungho moans loudly from the floor. “God, please shut up. Don’t make us put you in time out again.”
“You need a supermajority to sentence us to time out, genius.” Dongmin takes the joint from Donghyun when it’s passed.
“I hate this fucking family,” Sungho bitches.
Jaehyun laughs again. Music to Dongmin’s ears.